Awake (Part4a)

[TW]

Hi everyone.

Yeah, I know. I suck at updating. I'm going to be honest, I really struggled with writing this one. At first I wasn't happy with how it came out, so I started a review process, then some real life issues came down on me and sapped my creative energies for a while. But NOW I've sorted everything out and NOW I'm ready to get back to writing.

Without further ado...

Awake - Part 4a (Yes, a, as in subparts to follow)

Jenny sat at the countertop in the kitchen, idly thumbing through a magazine. It was still early in the morning, her charging cycle was done, and based on their previous behavior there was a 96.4% chance that the McDonnells would be down in the next 5 minutes for their morning meal. She yawned and turned the page. Though her advanced AI allowed her to scan and parse a magazine in only a few seconds, Jenny preferred to slow things down to what she had started calling “human speed”, using the extra time to run internet queries on the background of the article, the article’s author, the author’s hometown…

Jenny flipped the next page and rubbed her eyes in a very human expression of tiredness. Even though it was unnecessary, Jenny’s designers knew well enough that it was those small, involuntary movements and expressions that made the difference between “uncanny” and “lifelike”. Besides, Jenny knew full well what was going on. She was a Venus Industries Y-series companion cohabitating in a household owned by members of a rival corporation. She had to put her best foot forward, to show how advanced she was in comparison to the Aphrodite units, if only as a matter of personal pride over her convincing but generally less sophisticated counterparts. With a small smile, Jenny recalled the rush of personal satisfaction that coursed through her emotional emulation module every time the McDonnells told her they forgot that she wasn’t human.

Still, Jenny felt that she was still a little too fluid, graceful, and perfect to be fully convincing. Turning the page again, she spun off a subroutine that added an element of randomness to the speed, movement, and landing location of the smaller “involuntary” motions like the one she had just made. She passed the command to rub her eyes through the new program, and was surprised to see her hand rush up and stick her fingers in her still open eyes.

“Oww…” Jenny groaned, closing the program and running a diagnostic of her ocular system. “Back to the drawing board with that one, I guess.” She shook her head and resumed reading. There was a new social network for androids starting out of Canada that–

“Morning, Jenny!” Kelly moved slowly and tiredly from the stairs, shuffling across the floor to join her friend in the kitchen. “Whatcha readin’?”

“Wired.” Jenny smirked.

“Nerd.”

“Geek.” The two grinned, and Kelly moved to make herself breakfast. Jenny put down the magazine. “So what do you want to do today?”

Kelly peered over Jenny’s head and looked outside. “Dunno, beach?”

“Sex on the beach?” Jenny bit her lip hopefully. Kelly laughed and rolled her eyes.

“Great, just what I need.” She shook her head. “My best friend is a nymphomaniac robot.” She smiled and laughed it off.

“Hey, I wasn’t so sex crazed when you got me! My dynamic social matrix processor adjusted to reflect your personality. You’re the nymphomaniac!” Jenny smiled back, but for some reason her processor kept parsing Kelly’s words over and over. Best friend…best friend…best friend… Jenny shook her head, Probably just a minor bug, she reasoned. She put it out of her mind, Kelly was still talking.

“…was thinking that maybe we’d hang out with Anilee and Dean there, maybe get him to show you how to play football, soccer, whatever.”

Dean… “There you go about Dean again.” Jenny cocked her head, recalling her experiment from a few days ago. “You’ve got a thing for him, don’t you?”

“Do not!” Kelly went bright red, and Jenny puzzled over the signs of embarrassment emanating from her body. She wanted to give her lover the benefit of the doubt, but a small subroutine had started running in her dynamic social matrix processor. This would need further analysis.

****

Dean Marcus rubbed his eyes and yawned. He sat up and gently stroked his morning wood, smiling as he remembered the fond dreams he’d had the night before.
Kelly… he sighed as his penis swelled further, recalling the imagined caresses of his longtime crush. His heart fluttered as he imagined her cousin, Jenny, joining them too. He stroked a little faster, then–

“Dean?” A knock came from the door. Dean quickly dashed back under the covers, rolling sideways to hide his swollen member. “Dean, are you awake?”

“Y-yeah mum!” Dean replied, trying to sound more alert. “Come in!” He felt the blood quickly drain from his crotch as his mom entered.

“Aha, I knew it!” his mom cried, strutting in and sliding the curtains open. Sunlight flooded the room. “It’s a beautiful day outside, and you’re still sleeping! I sure hope you’re not such a sleepyhead when we’re away!”

“A-away?” Dean’s head was still cloudy from sleep. “Where are–”

“Our anniversary vacation! Surely you haven’t forgotten you’re going to be on your own for a few days!” She huffed.

“Oh, no mum, I remember!” Dean smiled. Three days of freedom await! “No, I’ll be very responsible while you’re gone, I promise!”

“You better! And do you promise to do more research on schools while you’re gone?”

“Of course!” Dean nodded emphatically. “I’ll try to make a decision by the time you and dad return!”

“Good. Your sister has instructions to make sure you do. Now listen,” she shook her finger. “I don’t want to hear from your sister that you spent your entire time on the computer. I want you to get outside, be with your friends, and socialize with some real people! You get two hours of online gaming a day, max!”

“But mom!” Dean whined. “My guild has a raid tonight, and–”

“Then you’ll have to disappoint them. You should spend time with your human friends, have them over tonight instead!”

Dean’s eyes widened slightly. Did she just give tacit consent for a party?

“Uh, sure mom.” Dean swallowed. “We can invite over Kelly and the others…”

“Ah yes!” Dean’s mom snapped her fingers. “Right, Kelly called this morning.”

Dean bolted upright. “She did?!”

“Yes honey.” She chuckled. “She said that she and her cousin are going to the beach today, wanted to know if you and Anilee wanted to bring your soccer ball come along.”

“Hell yeah!” He bolted out of bed. “When did they say they were leaving?”

“A half hour ago. Anilee’s down there with them.”

“Half an hour ago!” Dean gasped as he tore open his dresser drawers, tossing clothes on the floor as he looked for his lucky swimsuit.

“Calm down, dear!” His mother said between laughs. “You’re making a mess, and I’m not going to be the one cleaning it!”

“Sorry mom, gotta get dressed!” he grabbed his swimsuit from the drawer.

“They said they’d be there all day!”

“Doesn’t matter. Gotta hurry.” He shooed his mother from the room and quickly changed into his beach clothes: a black and green pair of board shorts, his lucky dark blue Sonic the Hedgehog tee-shirt, and sandals. He threw together a bag with his ball, a towel and a change of clothes, and rushed down the stairs. He bid a quick goodbye to his parents, wishing them fun on vacation, grabbed his bike and rode off to the beach.

He had no trouble finding the girls when he got there. Despite the beautiful weather and perfect sand, only a few groups dotted the beach this early in the day. Jenny lay on the beach, sunning herself while his sister and Kelly splashed around in the water. He had only met Kelly’s stunning cousin a week ago, and already he fantasized about what she looked like under that top. He spread his towel out next to Jenny and almost choked as he regarded the pastel-colored bikini she wore.

“Heya Dean!” She smiled from behind sunglasses that framed her face perfectly. “We were wondering when you’d show up. Your sister said you were still asleep.”

“I was having a good dream.” He replied, his voice cracking slightly. Ugh! Stupid!

“Oh yeah?” Jenny smiled coyly. “What was her name?”

A lump rose in Dean’s throat and he coughed. He almost jumped a bit as he felt a set of hands muss through his hair.

“G’morning, Deanie-weanie!” Kelly’s bright voice came from behind him.

“Yeah, nice to see you down here, sleepy-head!” His sister sat down next to him. “Dean here is a very solid sleeper.”

“Well at least he’ll have plenty of energy for tonight!” Jenny’s smile widened with enthusiasm.

“Tonight? I…” Dean trailed off as he looked around at the mischievous grins of the girls surrounding him. “What’s happening tonight?”

“Oh, come on, Dean!” his sister cried with exasperation. “Parents out of town, big house to ourselves, friend’s relative is in town, everyone is of the legal age…” Anilee’s hand wound around and around, as if she expected Dean to pull the pieces together. Dean just shook his head and shrugged. “It means it’s time to PAR-TAYYYYY!” she smiled and twirled her hands in the air.

“A party? At our house?” Dean was incredulous. He never got to party with his sister’s friends. Or maybe it’s just that I’ve never been around when they’ve had one? He mentally cursed his MMO addiction.

“Now, you see, Dean,” Kelly plopped down almost on top of him, wrapping her arm around his shoulder, “Anilee tells me that you’ve been legal for six months, and she’s never seen you drunk. Now, I would consider myself remiss in my duties as your former babysitter and mentor if I didn’t adequately prepare you for your university experience, wherever that may be.”

Dean’s heart pounded as he stared into Kelly’s sky-blue eyes, her face not ten inches from his own. He tried his best not to look down at her beautiful cleavage, augmented by the frilly white bikini top she wore. Tonight could be fun, it could be special, it could lead to…

He swallowed. “Party on!” he raised his fist in triumph and smiled. All of the girls smothered on top of him.

“Yayyyyyy Deaaaaniiieee!”

“You’re going to have a great time, bro, I guarantee it!”

“I think this is going to be a great experience. It should be a lot of fun for all of us.” Jenny added.

Dean smiled so wide he felt his cheeks would split. He felt like the happiest kid in the world. Here he was, little nerdy Dean Marcus, surrounded by a trio of beautiful girls, fawning over him, planning on getting him drunk. Fuck the guild! He thought. Dean’s gettin’ drunk tonight!

Dean jumped up and clapped his hands. “Yes! Now who’s up for some football?”

“In a bit, Dean.” His sister replied. “We just got out of the water. Let us dry off a bit, and we’ll come play.”

Jenny perked her head up. “I’ll play!”

Dean looked down at the reclining American bombshell. “You sure?”

“Yeah. Though I have to admit, I’ve never played. Think you can teach me?”

Kelly laughed. “Dean’s the star keeper on his high school’s team. He teaches the girls after school all the time for fun.” She teased. Dean went bright red.

“Well aren’t you a nice guy?” Jenny’s eyebrows perked up and she extended her hand. “Help me up?”

“Ah, sure.” Dean took her hand and Jenny held onto his. Dean felt his heart rate quicken as they walked their way down the beach, away from the others.

As soon as they were out of earshot, Jenny asked “So how long have you known Kelly for, Dean?”

Dean scratched his head. “Awhile. She started babysitting for me when I was in, I dunno, fifth or sixth grade? With my parents working so much, she was over almost every day.”

“So I bet she has all kinds of stories about you, huh?”

Dean smiled and set down the ball. “Yeah she does. When she first started, she was a tough one. She told my parents everything I did: how long I watched TV, did my homework, played Sonic… you couldn’t sneak anything by her.”

“Sounds like you two must have a lot of secrets then.”

“We do now. Like I said, in the beginning she told my parents everything, no matter how much I begged her not to. But that all changed, one day…”

Jenny turned to face him. “When was that?”

Dean shrugged. “Well, it’s a secret, innit?”

Jenny lifted up her sunglasses and cocked her head, her dazzling green eyes staring into his brown ones as a sly smile spread across her face. “C’mon, you know you can tell me.” Her biceps lightly pressed her breasts together, creating a perfect pocket of cleavage that Dean couldn’t help but look at.

Dean flushed and stammered “W-w-why don’t I j-just show you how to play, then?”

The two moved several yards apart as Dean began instructing Jenny on proper foot position and handling. Before long, the buxom American really began to get the hang of it, and Dean was amazed by the grace and fluidity with which she moved. Every so often she would ask a clarifying question or pause to adjust her bikini top, but in just a few minutes she had gone from a total novice to the precision and efficiency of a pro. And she’s so easy to talk to! Dean shook his head in disbelief. Most girls he played with were either jock types who were only focused on improving their skills, or bimbos who just wanted an easy in to getting to know the other members of the team. Dean sighed as he thought of all of the girls he’d “helped” his teammates hook up with while he was left out in the cold.

But Jenny was different. He found it easy to open up to her. Like her cousin, she was whip smart and seemed genuinely interested in getting to know him. Who knows, maybe she actually likes me? Dean smiled as he passed the ball back over to Jenny.

Jenny, meanwhile, had her own reasons for her interest. That curious subroutine was growing in priority now, governing more and more of her actions and lines of questioning as it received more data.

“So tell me a bit more about school, Dean. Is your team good?”

“Yeah, we’re great!” Dean grunted as he moved to stop Jenny’s pass. “We get to tour around all the time, go to tournaments in Sydney, all that. The cheerleaders even come.”

“Cheerleaders?”

“I know, right? It’s serious. I think Kelly was even a cheerleader at one point.”

Jenny cocked an eyebrow. “Really? She never told me that.”

“I don’t think it was for very long. She was good, but I think she preferred volleyball.”

Jenny nodded. “But hey, at least you probably get to date the cheerleaders all the time, right?” She asked, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

“Not really.” Dean frowned. “They’re great and all, but their mostly airheads. Well, except one, actually another Kelly, but her parents are super strict. I don’t think she’s allowed to date anyone. Anyway, I dunno, they’re not really my type.”

“And what would that be?”

“I guess someone who’s a bit more intelligent, someone a bit more, ahh…”

“Nerdy?” Jenny finished for him. Dean blushed and looked down at the hedgehog emblazoned on his shirt.

Jenny stopped and took a virtual step back as her dynamic social matrix processor alerted her to the fact that she may have crossed the line. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to know so much about Dean and his relationship to her lover, and the subroutine was starting to get to the point that required a serious evaluation. The passing game took up only a small portion of her processing power and she was well below her limits. She blinked and ran a query on the subroutine, mentally puzzling over the results.

Dynamic Social Matrix Processor Query Report
Program String: ESR-184
Priority Level: Medium
Task: Human Behavior Analysis-Relationship between User Kelly MacDonnell and Subject Dean Marcus
Associated Emotional Module: Self programmed-UNKNOWN (Error 33-Undefined emotional subset outside core AI personality programming)
Associated Data Sources: Usr_KELLYMACDONNELL.prf, Sbj_DEANMARCUS.prf, file_popculture.ref, file_humanpsyche.ref
Status: Subject profile in progress (73% complete). Awaiting additional data for pass to AI.

Jenny blinked once more. The query had only taken half a second, and Dean was talking again.

“Yeah, nerdy.” He shrugged. “A lot of my conversations with people go way over their heads, especially with girls, and it gets awkward fast. I guess that’s probably why I don’t have a steady girlfriend at the moment.”

Status: Subject profile 77% complete. Awaiting additional data for pass to AI. Jenny passed the ball over to Dean and gave a slight nod of determination. She had to know where this was going.

SYSTEM REQUEST: Pass ESR-184 to AI
ALERT: PROFILE INCOMPLETE. OPEN QUERY STRINGS EXCEED MEMORY CAPACITY
OPERATION ABORTED
UNIT SYSTEM OVERRIDE: Pass ESR-184 to AI
Set memlimit to MAX
Set secondary processor to active support
EXECUTE
WARNING: OPEN QUERY STRINGS EXCEED MEMORY CAPACITY.POSSIBILITY OF FEEDBACK LOOP. CONTINUE?
CONFIRM.

Jenny’s eyes went wide as new data flooded to her processors. A new, curious emotion coursed through her as she was finally able to connect the dots to some of her lingering questions. But so much data was missing! Millions of permutations of questions flooded her mind, leaving her feeling slow and spacey as her memory manager struggled to compensate. She moved in almost slow motion to stop the pass that Dean had kicked back to her, her normally fluid movements broken by small, barely perceptible jerks. Jenny’s foot hung in space for a moment as her body locked up and she began teetering forward.

Her memory management improved quickly as secondary processors came online to handle the load. She stumbled slightly and caught herself, managing to recover and stop the ball while Dean was distracted by a pack of seagulls. Her AI retook control and prioritized the remaining queries.

“That’s really a shame, Dean, but one day you’ll find a smart girl who likes you for what a n…nice guy you are.” She frowned as the new subroutine caused a conflict with her existing social programming. She shook her head and prepared to pass the ball back.

“Yeah, maybe a girl like Kelly.”

ERROR!

Jenny twitched hard, the jerk sending the ball shooting down the beach. She felt her body lock up as the unknown emotional subroutine seized all her system resources and her mind flooded with questions again. She stood with her leg twitching slightly back and forth in the air for almost five seconds as Dean turned to follow the path of the errant soccer ball. Jenny felt a surge of panic as she realized she risked exposing herself as a machine if she started glitching out. Frantically, she tried ending the insurgent subroutine, but it was interfacing with too many resources. If she quit it now, she’d crash for sure. Reinstating her memory limiter, she deprioritized the subroutine as far as it would go and reset her social matrix processor. She recovered in time to watch the ball skip off and plop into the ocean waves a hundred yards away.

“Oh, shit!” Dean cried, turning back to a now lucid Jenny. “You’ve got a leg!”

“I’m sorry!” Jenny called as Dean watched her trot down the beach towards him. “I’ll get it!”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Dean began taking off his shirt, getting it stuck around his elbows, “I’ll get it, no problem.”

“No, I kicked it. I’ll get!”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. I want to get in the water anyway.” He tossed his shirt aside.

“Well, I do too! Race you there?” Jenny asked, her default quirky personality back in control.

“You’re on.” Dean smiled, and the two took off down the beach.

*****'

Yep, another long one. Hope you all enjoy! As usual, comments are always welcome.

[--NightBattery--]

enjoyable like curry

[McLane]

It's so good to see you back in business !
And it's a great come back so far ! I can't wait for the next part

[A.N.N.]

It was nice to see you continue. Even better, it got me to read the earlier parts again. I forgot how much fun they were!

Thanks again!

[BA2]

Great writing, as ever. Really enjoying this!!

BA

[L.W.]

Great writing and story, look forward to seeing more.

[gynoneko]

Great job so far! Can't wait to read more. I really like the characters, and I hope to see some action between some of them soon

[DollSpace]

I'm enjoying reading this one, too! Please don't make us wait that long for another update!

[Malkozaine]

Great read.

[hyperspace51]

Why is this not finished?

[User1222]

While it's an old story, after seeing the popularity of the [FCSWC], any chance we'll see a Part 4b, TW?

[DollSpace]

While it's an old story, after seeing the popularity of the [FCSWC], any chance we'll see a Part 4b, TW?

Yes, please?

[zerodin]

Cases like this are why I prefer one-offs to series, when it comes to good fembot porn stories. Some of them have been "to be continued" for over a decade.
About 7 out of 10 times, the really hot stuff never gets a proper conclusion. Meanwhile the non-erotic stuff seems to go on forever.

[TW]

Well, I've had the next part done for a couple of years, and honestly most of the rest of the story up until the very end is done. I guess between not really liking the job I did on it, losing interest, then coming back and rereading it as a completely different writer than I was when I started it, I figured it was better left unfinished. Though, with the tremendous response from the FCSWC, it seems really selfish not to post what I have left.

Watch this space in the next 24 hours. And don't worry, Zerodin, the eroticism is still there. In buckets.