The Doll, Part Two

Yawning, Lizzy rolled on her side and reached for Becca. Not finding her, Lizzy opened her eyes and looked at the vacated spot. Sighing, Lizzy rolled onto her back and wondered where Becca had gone. She glanced at the alarm clock on her nightstand, saw it was still early.

Still, she found herself throwing back her covers and sitting up on the side of the bed. Looking down at her naked body, she had to shake her head and laugh. She and Becca had fallen asleep last night before slipping back into their pajamas. Well, Lizzy had fallen asleep, anyway. She wasn’t sure if what Becca did at night counted as sleep or not.

She shivered, and it had nothing to do with the cool air on her naked body. She was thinking about sleeping with Becca again last night. After that first time, she hadn’t expected there to be a second one. It had been spur of the moment, and she had gotten caught up in the moment, excited by trying something new and by misbehaving. She had expected to be embarrassed the next morning, expected to look back on it as that weird thing she did that one time.

Last night wasn’t the second or even the third time it happened. She hadn’t been embarrassed the next morning because Becca had favored her with this sexy smile that made her heart beat faster and a kiss that had left her toes in danger of never uncurling. When that kiss left her wanting more, she realized she had been mistaken about it being a one and done thing.

She slipped into her robe, then went in search of Becca. Downstairs, she ran into Mrs. Nelson, who was dusting in the living room.

“Good morning, Mrs. Nelson,” Lizzy said, smiling and waving.

“Good morning, Lizzy,” Mrs. Nelson said, pointing with her feather duster, “Becca is in the kitchen, helping with breakfast.”

“Really?” Lizzy asked, surprised.

Laughing, Mrs. Nelson said, “Well, ‘helping’ might be a stretch. Bothering Chef Roland, more like.”

Grinning, Lizzy said, “She learned that from me.”

“Well, you can go bother him, as well,” Mrs. Nelson said, then seemed to remember something, “let Becca know she has mail.”

Blinking in surprise, Lizzy parroted, “Becca has mail?”

Mrs. Nelson laughed, said, “It was a surprise for me, too. There is a package with her name, and I’m guessing her serial number on it with the other mail.”

“Huh,” Dana said, wondering when did robots start getting mail, “I’ll let her know.

She headed for the kitchen, found Becca leaning against the sink, watching Chef Roland chopping vegetables. Lizzy stopped just inside the kitchen, watching Becca. She had to smile at the look of childlike wonder on the girl’s face. Little things that Lizzy took for granted seemed to fascinate the girl, and she had an enthusiasm for learning new things that was endearing. The mansion and the whole world around it when she had occasion to go out in it were her school and she reveled in each new experience.

I forget sometimes she was built and raised in a factory, that all of this is new to her, Lizzy thought, still watching her. Lizzy wondered if all of the robots in Becca’s line had the same curiosity or if this was just another part of Becca’s unique personality.

Lizzy finally stepped into the kitchen, going to the girl. Putting her hand on Becca’s shoulder, she got her attention. Becca turned and smiled at her, started to say something when Lizzy put her finger to her lips. Lizzy made sure Chef Roland was engaged with chopping vegetables, then kissed Becca. A naughty shiver ran up her spine at the chance of getting caught.

“Morning,” Lizzy said, smiling as she broke the kiss.

“Good morning, Lizzy,” Becca said.

“What are you up to?”

“Watching Chef Roland cook,” Becca said, excitement creeping into her voice, “it is amazing.”

“Amazing?” Lizzy asked, turning to watch the chef use his knife to transfer the vegetables he had chopped into a storage container.

“I was trained on how to cook, but Chef Roland… Have you seen him use a knife?” Becca asked, her eyes wide.

Laughing, Lizzy said, “Yeah.”

“Your laughter suggests you don’t realize the number of computations that are required to chop carrots that fast and accurately… not to mention maintain his heart rate and breathing… Digestion. Sensory inputs… So much data processed in real time without any loss of functionality. The human mind is amazing,” Becca said, then looked embarrassed when Lizzy gave her an amused smile, “I’m just… impressed.”

“Did you hear that, Chef Roland? Becca is impressed with your culinary skills,” Lizzy said.

“As she should be,” the chef said playfully.

“Great,” Lizzy said, rolling her eyes, “you’ve given him an even bigger head.”

The chef wouldn’t have taken that from many people, but he just smiled at Lizzy. Like the rest of the staff, the usually gruff chef had a soft spot for her, so she could get away with a little bit of teasing.

Pointing with his knife, Chef Roland said, “There’s more chopping to be done. If you are going to be in my kitchen…”

“What’s Mom and Dad pay you for, if I’m doing all the work for you?” Lizzy asked, ducking and giggling when the chef chucked a piece of celery at her.

“See what I have to put up with, Becca?” The chef said, throwing his hands up.

Becca smiled at this interplay, picking up on the affection behind it.

“Becca says she can cook, Chef,” Lizzy said.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, looking at Becca.

“Not as well as you,” Becca said.

Holding out his knife, he said, “Show me what you can do.”

Becca moved to the cutting board, carefully taking the knife. She started to cut up a piece of celery, but Chef Roland stopped her. He took the knife from her.

“For better control of the knife, hold it like this,” he said, wrapping his middle, ring and pinkie finger around the handle and pinching the blade with his thumb and index finger. He demonstrated the rocking motion of the knife through the stalk of celery, then gave the knife back to Becca. He watched her make a few cuts, then nodded. Satisfied, he left her to finish the vegetables.

Watching Becca work the knife, Lizzy said, “Be careful. Take my word for it, that knife is sharp.”

“Yes, it is,” Becca agreed.

When the knife started getting close to her fingers, Lizzy found herself wondering what would happen if Becca did cut herself. Would she bleed like a real girl would? If she did, would it be blood or some other fluid? Becca had said she didn’t have a heart per say, but some other means of supplying her cells with oxygen and nutrients. Did that mean the whole circulatory system was different, or just the distribution system?

Would it be rude to ask, Lizzy wondered, chewing on her lip. She wasn’t sure what the proper social etiquette was in this situation. With an inward shake of her head, she thought, There are a lot of situations I’m a little fuzzy on when it comes to Becca.

As a general rule, she tried to treat Becca like she was a real person and not a robot. It was easy to forget she wasn’t actually human, so it wasn’t hard. Hell, some of her father’s rich friends seemed more robotic than Becca, the stick up their asses keeping their spines perfectly straight.

She decided not to ask.

Becca’s knife skills improved with each cut and she became more confident with the knife. Watching her, Lizzy felt a sense of wonder work over her. Smiling, she thought she had a lot of these moments with Becca in the house. This particular one came as she witnessed Becca learning a new skill. A robot with a wide range of pre-programmed skills and the articulation to accomplish them would have been impressive, but to watch one learn and adapt to new situations was astonishing. Again, the line between machine and sentient being was blurred beyond recognition.

Lizzy looked up and saw that Chef Roland had paused in his cooking to watch Becca, too. He glanced at Lizzy when he felt her looking at him. Lizzy smiled at the almost boy-like wonder on his face. She was pretty sure it had just dawned on him what he had done, that he had taught a robot a new skill. His reaction was comical, but Lizzy didn’t laugh. Becca had that effect on people. They tended to forget she wasn’t just another young girl, but a technological marvel. When they did, they ended up with the same look that Chef Roland had on his face.

“Becca, maybe we should let the chef get back to work,” Lizzy said.

“Okay,” Lizzy said, setting the knife down. She smiled at the chef, said, “Thank you for teaching me how to use the knife, Chef Roland.”

“Um, you are welcome,” he said, then added, “come by… if you want to learn some more.”

Her smile widening, Becca said, “I will.”

Lizzy already had a soft spot for the chef, but seeing this side of him made her love him even more. Not everyone took to Becca so well. Her mother was the perfect example. She still hasn’t gotten used to having Becca around, avoided her as much as possible.

Sometimes, Lizzy wondered how people would react when they learned intelligent robots were living among them now. She thought this house was the perfect microcosm of how the world as a whole would respond. Some of the staff were uneasy around Becca, maybe their perception of the girl colored badly by too many blockbuster movies about killer robots. Or perhaps they suffered from the human condition of distrust in things that were different from them or their beliefs. Religion was often a hurdle in the acceptance of new things, a stumbling block for racial harmony even among other human beings. Would it be more or less so for a sentient being not created by a god but by man? The world already had racism and sexism, bigotry and fanaticism… Would there be a new form of hate and intolerance for androids like Becca?

Not everyone would fear these new intelligent robots. Even in this household, there were those who not only accepted Becca but have come to love her. Mrs. Nelson and Chef Roland- and Lizzy, of course- made up the other half of the microcosm, those who looked at these new beings in awe at how far humanity has come. They could see Becca’s kindness and her heart, her endearing desire to learn and weren’t afraid of the future that was coming. They would embrace the change, not fear it or hate it for being different.

“Come on,” Lizzy said, putting her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “you’ve got mail.”

“It came?” Becca asked, following Lizzy out of the kitchen.

“So, you were expecting a package?” Lizzy asked, giving her a curious look.

In a low voice, Becca said, “When it was determined I was to be a gift for a young girl certain… accessories weren’t included in my packaging. It was assumed I wouldn’t need them.”

“What sort of accessories?” Lizzy asked, her heart beating faster. Something told her that whatever was in the box, the company who created Becca had probably been right not to include them. Becca’s smile only confirmed that suspicion.

“Wait until we are in your room and I’ll tell you,” Becca said.

Lizzy saw the box sitting next to the stack of other mail, and her eyes grew wide. It was about twenty-four inches wide and thirty-six long, maybe a foot deep. Walking over to it, she found it to be less than fifteen pounds, much lighter than she was expecting when she saw how big the box was.

What in the world could Becca’s ‘accessories’ be, Lizzy wondered, handing the box to Becca.

“Let’s go upstairs, and I’ll show you our new toys,” Becca said, her eyes alight with excitement.

“Toys?” Lizzy parroted, her eyes wide. Somehow, she didn’t think Becca meant Barbie dolls.

“Not here,” Becca said, quietly.

Definitely not Barbie dolls, Lizzy thought, following the automaton upstairs.

No sooner did Lizzy close the door to her room did she find her back pressed, against it. She giggled as Becca pressed against her and kissed her deeply. Pushing the girl back, Lizzy smiled at her and said, “What was that for?”

“The kitchen,” Becca said, stealing one more kiss, “you have a naughty streak, Lizzy. Chef Roland could have caught us.”

“I know,” Lizzy said, her smile widening, “that’s what makes it fun.”

“Ah,” Becca said, loosening the knot on Lizzy’s robe until it fell open.

Seeing the look in Becca’s eyes, Lizzy asked, “What about your mail?”

Becca looked at the box still under her arm, and she started grinning, said, “I guess now would be the perfect time to break some of this stuff out.”

“What stuff?” Lizzy asked.

Becca took the box to the bed, setting it down and breaking the tape seal. She paused to look at Lizzy still leaning against the door with her robe hanging open. She said, “You can lose the robe. You aren’t going to need it.”

“You know my parents are up, right?” Lizzy asked, slipping out of her robe anyway. Naked, she joined Becca at the bed.

“I thought you liked a little danger,” Becca said, smiling at her.

Since Lizzy couldn’t argue, she said, “What’s in the box?”

“The starter kit,” Becca said, opening the flaps and removing the bubble wrap. As she pulled things out of the box, she named them, “Hitachi wand vibrator… Strap-on harness with different sized dildos… A double dildo… Anal beads… Restraints… Paddle… Ball gag-”

Laughing, Lizzy said, “What the hell, Becca?”

“I figure some of this we won’t need for a while, if ever,” Becca said, then grinned at Lizzy, “but then again, I was wrong before about you… So, I went ahead and had them ship it all to me.”

“Do I even want to know what all of this is for?” Lizzy asked, picking up one of the dildos. She gave Becca a curious look, asked, “Do you think we’ll need this?”

“Maybe tonight,” Becca said, smiling at her.

Lizzy looked at the robot for a long moment, then decided she was serious. She looked down at the rubber penis in her hand and wondered if it was for her or Becca. She’d use it on Becca, if that was what she wanted, but she didn’t think she was ready for this.

Then again, I didn’t think I was ready for any of this, Lizzy thought, still looking at the dildo. Finally, she tossed it back into the growing pile of sex toys.

Glancing at the door, she said, “Maybe you should put all of this back in the box.”

Becca followed Lizzy’s eyes, and she said, “You are right.”

As the automaton began placing her ‘starter kit’ back in the box, Lizzy walked into her adjoined bathroom. She answered the call of nature and brushed her teeth, then started some water going in the shower stall. Snagging a towel, she turned and found Becca watching her. She saw the look on the girl’s face and picked up another towel, holding it up for Becca to see. Becca smiled and nodded. Thinking that the morning shower was about to get a whole lot more fun, Lizzy hung both towels on the rod next to the shower stall.

Becca had surprised her a couple of days ago by slipping into the shower with her. Lizzy had gasped when the shower stall door suddenly opened, a scene from the old movie Psycho popping into her brain for an instant. Then she had seen a very lovely and naked Becca smiling at her. As Becca stepped under the spray of water, Lizzy had held her breath. Part of her had expected Becca to short out, but nothing like that happened. They had had a wonderful shower, taking turns washing each other and kissing in the hot water.

Becca had looked so sexy standing under the spray, the water running down her naked body in little streams. Lizzy’s heart started racing at the thought of getting the girl in the shower, again. Although they had fooled around last night, Lizzy didn’t think she could keep her hands off of Becca looking like that.

Slipping out of her robe, Lizzy leaned against the sink and watched Becca undress. She found it amusing how eager she was to see the girl without her clothes. Up until the misunderstanding that led to Lizzy sleeping with Becca, she hadn’t been attracted to the female form. Since that first time, Lizzy couldn’t deny her perceptions had changed. It wasn’t even just Becca she found herself admiring, either. It was like Becca had opened her eyes and she was seeing a lot of things she was surprised that she liked.

This new appreciation of the female form didn’t always come at the best times, like when she was supposed to be working on her math lessons. Lizzy has always thought Ms. Golden, her private teacher, was pretty. That had been a purely academic opinion of the woman, but lately, she has found herself being distracted by the woman’s long legs. She hadn’t noticed them before, but now she couldn’t stop noticing them, especially when Ms. Golden wore pantyhose under her skirt. Lizzy kept daydreaming about running her hands over that silky nylon instead of focusing on figuring out the length of a side of an isosceles triangle.

Lizzy thought Ms. Golden must have noticed her new infatuation because she felt obvious as hell. Even now, her cheeks were flushed thinking about the teacher’s lovely legs.

Shaking her head, Lizzy pushed Ms. Golden from her thoughts, focusing on another pair of lovely legs. Becca was finished undressing, her pajamas on the bathroom floor. Naked, she came to Lizzy, kissed her deeply before stepping into the shower stall. Smiling, Lizzy joined her.

As the robot reached for Lizzy’s body wash, Lizzy said, “We can’t stay in here too long. Ms. Golden will be here in about forty minutes.”

“That’s plenty of time,” Becca said, kissing her.

“It wasn’t last time,” Lizzy reminded her.

“I guess it wasn’t,” Becca said, with a playful smile, “I won’t keep you from Ms. Golden or her sexy legs.”

Rolling her eyes, Lizzy said, “I shouldn’t have told you about that.”

“Probably not,” Becca agreed, then tilted her head to one side, “why did you? Tell me?”

“I… Well…” Lizzy said, rubbing the back of her neck, “You tell your friends things… even if they are a little embarrassing. You share everything.”

“Ah,” Becca said, favoring Lizzy with a warm smile, “even if you are going to be teased?”

Laughing, Lizzy said, “Even then.”

“Do you want to sleep with Ms. Golden?” Becca asked, meeting Lizzy’s eyes.

“No,” Lizzy said a little too quickly. Her cheeks red, she amended, “I mean, she is gorgeous… and you know about my thing with her legs.”

“That sounds more like a yes than a no,” Becca said, still holding her gaze.

“She’s an adult,” Lizzy said, then laughed when Becca just looked at her, “it’s illegal… Well, for her, anyway.”

Becca just looked at her without saying anything. Lizzy hated when Becca did that because it made her keep talking. She found herself saying, “Fine. Yes, I’d like to sleep with Ms. Golden.”

“Interesting,” Becca said, beginning to soap Lizzy up with the poof.

“Interesting?” Lizzy parroted.

“Part of my training in interacting with humans was learning how to flirt… and, more importantly, recognize when one is interested in me and flirting back,” Becca said.

“Okay,” Lizzy said, frowning.

“Ms. Golden caught you admiring her legs. Did you notice?” Becca asked.

Groaning, Lizzy said, “I wouldn’t be surprised. I can’t seem to stop.”

“I don’t think she minds,” Becca said.

Her eyes widening, Lizzy said, “Why do you say that?”

“Ever since she caught you, she has been wearing perfume,” Becca said, running the poof over Lizzy’s breasts, “she didn’t use to before.”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Lizzy said, frowning. Now that Becca had pointed it out, she realized that Ms. Golden had just started wearing perfume one day about a month ago. Her heart skipped a beat when she did the math and realized she started only a few days after Lizzy began noticing her legs.

Just a coincidence, Lizzy thought.

“And she is wearing new clothes… more flattering clothes,” Becca said.

Lizzy had noticed that, too. Her infatuation with the teacher had only been compounded by the shorter skirts and tighter blouses. The new wardrobe wasn’t too risque or inappropriate for a teacher to wear, but it was enough to get Lizzy’s hormone drenched thoughts going.

“So?” Lizzy said, meeting Becca’s eyes, “maybe she just updated her wardrobe.”

“Maybe,” Becca said.

Lizzy looked at Becca for a moment, then had to ask, “You really think she bought new clothes because of me?”

“Compliment her on what she is wearing,” Becca said, turning Lizzy into the spray to wash off the soap, “if she touches her earring, it means she is interested.”

“If she touches her earring?” Lizzy parroted.

“When she is nervous, she plays with her earring,” Becca said.

“How do you know that?” Lizzy said, laughing.

“We are taught how to read body language, facial expressions,” Becca said.

“Huh,” Lizzy said, thinking about that. It made sense since humans communicated almost as much through body language as with spoken words. It was a necessary skill to be able to read other people’s reactions in everyday interactions.

Lizzy’s thoughts shifted to Ms. Golden, and she wondered if Becca could be right. Was the teacher at least a little interested in her? Becca seemed to think so, even if Lizzy found her reasoning circumstantial at best. Still, part of Lizzy was tempted to try Becca’s test, to compliment the woman to see if she’d tug on her earring. She didn’t think it was a good idea, though. If Ms. Golden was indeed interested, complimenting her might make it worse. What if she thought Lizzy was flirting with her? While Lizzy was willing to admit the idea of sleeping with her teacher gave her a little thrill, she had no intention of going through with it.

Lizzy was distracted from her thoughts as Becca’s hand slipped off her hip and between her thighs. With a laugh that was half a moan, Lizzy said, “I don’t think we have time for that.”

“I can finish my shower when you get out,” Becca said, nibbling on her earlobe.

Lizzy still didn’t think starting this was wise, but she found herself biting her lip instead of telling Becca to stop. She put her hands on the shower stall and leaned forward into the spray of hot water. She moaned as Becca’s capable fingers teased her bud. Her body started to respond to Becca’s touch and any thoughts of stopping drifted away on the steam. The more Becca did this to her, the more she needed the wall for support.

“God, that feels so good,” Lizzy moaned.

Becca whispered in her ear, “Turn around.”

Lizzy turned around, putting her back against the shower stall. The water was running off her shoulders, over her breasts, and down her stomach in broken streams as Becca sank to her knees in front of Lizzy. Her breath caught in her throat as Becca smiled up at her. That smile never failed to get to her, the sultry uptick of the corners of her mouth.

Becca ran her hands over Lizzy’s calves, up the insides of her thighs. She gently spread Lizzy’s labia with her thumbs, her eyes leaving Lizzy’s. Her eyes widened, and she said, “Oh.”

“Oh?” Lizzy asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Your hymen is still intact,” Becca said.

Laughing, Lizzy said, “Well, I am twelve.”

“Yes, I should have expected it to be so,” Becca said, giving Lizzy an uncertain smile, “I know many ways to pleasure a woman, but my training didn’t foresee my owner being a young girl.”

“Okay?” Lizzy said, looking at Becca expectantly.

“I’m at a loss at what I should do,” Becca said.

“Well,” Becca said, meeting her eyes, “what do you want to do?”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Becca said, agitated.

Smiling warmly at her, Lizzy said, “Then stick to what we’ve already tried… Maybe we can figure the rest out together.”

“Okay,” Becca said, returning the smile. Lizzy didn’t know a robot could look relieved, but Becca did.

Not often, but now and then Becca said or did something that was a little off. For the most part, Becca held her own in social interactions, but sometimes she struck the wrong cord. When it happened, Lizzy didn’t immediately think ‘oh she’s a robot’. It was more like Becca was a socially awkward teenager. The more she interacted with the staff and Lizzy, the fewer slips she had.

This odd conversation about Lizzy’s virginity- well, technical virginity- was the first one in almost a month. For the most part, Lizzy just smiled and rolled her eyes when Becca said or did something weird. This time had been a little different. Becca had clearly been upset about her lack of knowledge of what to do since Lizzy’s hymen was still intact. It was a new emotion, one Lizzy has never seen her exhibit before. Lizzy had thought being stressed out was a purely human emotion, but she guessed not.

Becca moved her thumbs, pressing her mouth to Lizzy’s bud, instead. She seemed unsure, hesitant at first. Lizzy moaned and pushed her pussy against Becca’s mouth, hoping to encourage her. Becca’s confidence began to return, and Lizzy didn’t need to fake it anymore. The hot, wet caress of Becca’s tongue against her bud had her knees a little weak, and she had to lean against the shower stall for support. Soon, she forgot all about the awkward exchange about her virginity. She lost herself in the lovely sensations Becca was awakening in her.

There was a clock ticking in her head, and she knew they needed to hurry. Its ticking was making it hard for her to concentrate, distracting her from the pleasure coursing through her. It was slowing her orgasm, the last thing she needed right now. Closing her eyes, she conjured up a fantasy to help push her over the edge. Before Becca, it would have been about some male celebrity she had a crush on, but she wasn’t all that surprised when Ms. Golden- the reason she had to hurry in the first place- popped into her head. The woman had been creeping into her fantasies a lot lately.

With her eyes closed, Lizzy could clearly see Ms. Golden wearing a skirt and button up blouse, her long legs sheathed in pantyhose. The image was very PG, but it got her heart beating faster. She didn’t know what it was about Ms. Golden’s legs in hosiery that got her going, but she couldn’t deny that it turned her on. So much so, it was almost impossible to concentrate during her studies when the woman wore them.

Becca was to blame for her recent appreciation for the female form, but that didn’t explain this new fixation. She has never seen Becca in pantyhose before, so it couldn’t be her fault. This attraction bordering on a fetish could only be blamed on Ms. Golden.

Her breath caught in her throat as she thought about Becca in pantyhose. Her fantasy of Ms. Golden slipped away, replaced with one of Becca wearing sheer nylon. Lizzy had a very vivid imagination, and she could see the robot clearly. She looked so sexy wearing nothing but a pair of black pantyhose, that the orgasm that had eluded her came on in a hurry.

“Oh God,” Lizzy cried out as she came. Her legs buckled but the shower stall wall kept her from collapsing. The orgasm left her trembling all over and gasping for breath.

Becca got to her feet, leaned into Lizzy and kissed her deeply. Pulling back, she smiled at Lizzy, asked, “What were you thinking about? With your eyes closed?”

A little embarrassed, Lizzy said, “Nothing.”

“You got excited over ‘nothing,” Becca said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth, “were you thinking about Ms. Golden’s legs?”

“No,” Lizzy said, which was sort of the truth.

“No?” Becca teased.

Her cheeks hot, Lizzy said, “I was thinking about you in pantyhose.”

“Pantyhose?” Becca said, then her smile widened, “so it’s not just Ms. Golden’s legs?”

“Shut up,” Lizzy said, laughing at her own expense. She kissed the girl, turning them so that Becca was pressed against the shower stall wall. Pressing her body against Becca’s, she said, “You are going to have to hurry.”

“I know,” Becca said, kissing her.

Lizzy let her hand slip between them, running it down Becca’s taut stomach. Becca moaned into her mouth as her fingers found her bud. Lizzy broke the kiss and saw that Becca’s eyes were closed. Lizzy wondered what a robot fantasized about. She hoped it was her, but she wouldn’t be upset if it wasn’t, as long as the girl hurried.

The clock was back in her head, again. They had only had forty minutes when they stepped into the shower. Forty minutes to shower, dry off, and get dress before Ms. Golden arrived. The teacher might wonder why she had to wait in the hallway if they took too long. Lizzy didn’t think she could come up with a convincing lie if that happened.

Lizzy sank to her knees in front of Becca, moving her hand so she could use her mouth, instead. She ran her tongue across Becca’s bud, drawing a moan from the girl. Part of her was still a little surprised at how willing she was to do this for Becca, kind of liked the naughty thrill it gave her doing it for her. The spray of the shower was hitting her in the back of the neck and head, a none too subtle reminder she shouldn’t be doing things like this. It only made her that much more excited.

Either Becca had a very erotic fantasy playing in her mind, or she was just better at focusing under pressure than Lizzy because it didn’t take long for Lizzy to feel tension start to build inside of the girl. Lizzy kept her tongue moving even as Becca started to come undone. With one final little cry, Becca came, her hips jerking like she was short-circuiting.

Getting to her feet, Lizzy gave Becca a quick kiss, then said, “I’ve got to go, but you can stay if you want.”

Becca grabbed her arm before she could leave, pulled her close again, and kissed her deeply. It took all of Lizzy’s self-control to push the girl back. With a dazed laugh, she said, “That’s not fair.”

Grinning, Becca said, “Better go, then.”

Lizzy risked one more kiss, before stepping out of the shower. Reaching for her towel, she glanced at Becca in the shower stall. The steamy glass couldn’t hide Becca’s lovely naked body as she reached for the body wash and began to soap up. Turning away, Lizzy started to dry off and wished she had more time. She really wanted to get back in the shower with Becca. Shying, she tucked the towel between her breasts and left the bathroom.

In her bedroom, Lizzy dropped her towel and went to her dresser. She slipped into some panties and a bra, then went to her closet. It was a huge closet, much bigger than a girl her age needed. The same could be said about her collection of clothing. She didn’t share her mother’s love of shopping, but that didn’t stop the woman from dragging Lizzy with her. They’d come back with bags full of clothing that Lizzy would probably grow out of before she ever wore.

She had about a dozen outfits she wore all the time, and she smiled when she saw that Mrs. Nelson had hung them all together. The woman knew her too well, probably better than her own mother did. Shaking her head, she thought, that doesn’t take much.

Sighing, Lizzy started to reach for something familiar and comfortable, then hesitated. Chewing on her lip, she wondered what would happen if she wore something cute for Ms. Golden. Would the teacher tug at her earring? She didn’t really think Becca was right about Ms. Golden being interested in her, but what if she was? Ms. Golden was beautiful and had those incredibly sexy legs, and part of Lizzy wanted to know if she could attract a woman as pretty as her. A more practical part of her knew getting dressed up for her teacher was a horrible idea. She figured either way it went, it wouldn’t end well.

Still, she found herself walking past her usual outfits to the back of the closet. She pulled a dress hanging there off the rack and held it up to look at. If any of her clothes were going to get Ms. Golden’s attention, it was this dress. Out shopping with her mother, Lizzy had held this dress up for the woman, hoping to get a rise out of her. It was way too short and way too tight for a girl her age, should have made her mother blow a gasket. The woman hadn’t even batted an eye, bought it for Lizzy. As bad as that was, her mother had then taken her shopping for some shoes to match.

She had tried it on when they got home, and she knew it was way too slutty for her lessons. Hell, it was too slutty for any situation. In fact, she felt sluttier just looking at it. She started to hang it up when she sensed someone behind her. Turning, she saw Becca leaning against the door frame.

“That’s one way to get Ms. Golden’s attention,” Becca said, coming into the closet. Taking the dress from Lizzy, she held it up in front of Lizzy. With a playful smile, she said, “Try it on, so I can see how it looks on you.”

Laughing, Lizzy said, “It looks too short and too tight.”

“I bet you look incredibly sexy in it,” Becca said.

“I do,” Lizzy said, smiling at her.

“Let me see,” Becca said.

“I don’t have time right now,” Lizzy said, taking the dress from her, “I have to get dressed. Ms. Golden will be here any minute.”

“All the more reason to put on the dress,” Becca said.

Giving the robot a look, she said, “That would be a bad idea.”

“So you think I’m right about Ms. Golden?” Becca said, her smile becoming mischievous.

“No,” Lizzy said, even though she wasn’t completely sure Becca was wrong, either.

“There’s an easy way to prove me wrong,” Becca said, the corners of her mouth turning up even more.

“I’m not wearing the dress,” Lizzy said.

“Why not?”

“Because… Because if you are wrong, I’ll look like a fool and if you are right… I’m not sure what happens if you are right,” Lizzy said, hanging the dress up. She met Becca’s eyes, said,“I think I’m better off not knowing, either way.”

“Okay,” Becca said, then grinned, “would you wear it for me?”

Laughing, Lizzy said, “Yeah.”

“Good,” Becca said, giving her a toe-curling kiss, “we better get dressed before your teacher gets here.”

“Right,” Lizzy husked.

She took one more look at the slinky little dress, then went in search of something a lot less scandalous. Smiling, she thought, it wouldn’t take much to be less scandalous than that thing.

Part of her still wanted to wear the dress for Ms. Golden, wanted to know if the teacher was indeed attracted to her. Being a rich kid, she could never be sure if people liked her for her or just because of the money. It made her feel insecure and uncertain of herself, but if a woman as beautiful as Ms. Golden could be interested in her…

She had to shake her head at herself and her need for attention. Lizzy knew some of her hang-ups stemmed from her relationship with her parents. Their benign neglect left in her a need for human interaction. She knew this is why she was so close to the staff. Well, that and they were all wonderful people who genuinely seemed to care about her.

Chewing on her lip, she glanced at the dress, again. She wished she could know if Ms. Golden was attracted to her, without complicating their relationship beyond its student and teacher status. Wearing the dress seemed too provocative, but maybe she could find something in the middle, not quite as obvious as the dress but not as predictable as her favorites. She had a closet full of clothing- surely she could find something a bit more adventuresome if not outright slutty.

She knew she was a mess, but she still started riffling through her clothes to find something cute to wear for Ms. Golden. She found a yellow summer dress, pulling it off the rack. She had loved it at the store, had bought it even though warm weather was still three months away. It was cute and kind of sexy without deliberately trying to be. It showed a good bit of thigh and a little cleavage- she only had a little, so it was perfect. Holding it up to look at it, Lizzy thought it could definitely catch the eye of someone who may or may not already be looking.

Pulling it off its hanger, Lizzy slipped into it. As she smoothed it into place, she felt someone looking at her. She found Becca smiling at her, asked, “Do you like it?”

“I do,” Becca said, her smile turning up even more, “but I thought you weren’t trying to get Ms. Golden’s attention.”

“I’m not,” Lizzy said.

Looking pointed at the dress, Becca said, “My mistake.”

Blushing, Lizzy said, “I wish you hadn’t told me she might be interested.”

“So you do want to know?” Becca said.

“Of course I want to know… I just don’t want her to know I want to know,” Lizzy said, with a self-conscious laugh, “if that makes any sense at all.”

“This dress is more… subtle than the other one, so she will only wonder at your intentions for wearing it,” Becca said, smiling at Lizzy, “it is sure to put all kind of thought in her head, though.”

“Should I change?” Lizzy asked.

Becca didn’t get a chance to answer because there was a knock at the door. Her eyes wide, Lizzy looked past Becca at it. When she glanced back at Becca, the robot said, “Too late.”

“Shit,” Lizzy said, heading to the door. She paused with her hand on the knob, looked down at herself. Taking a deep breath, she hoped she hadn’t gone too far wearing this dress. Like Becca had said, it was too late to change now, so she opened the door.

“Hi Lizzy,” Ms. Golden said, then her eyes widened as she saw what Lizzy was wearing. Clearing her throat, the teacher asked, “Did you get a new dress?”

“Um, just trying on some summer clothes,” Lizzy lied, stepping aside to let her in the room.

“It is a very pretty dress,” Ms. Golden said, smiling at her, “yellow is a good color for you.”

Lizzy caught a hint of perfume as Ms. Golden walked by, a lovely scent that made Lizzy’s heart beat faster. Her pulse only quickened when she saw what the teacher was wearing. Ms. Golden’s skirt fell short of her knee, and her legs were sheathed in black nylon. Her blouse was snug across her large breasts, the top two buttons left undone to reveal a bit of cleavage. Lizzy hadn’t seen this outfit before.

So it is a new outfit, Lizzy thought, taking a deep breath, that doesn’t prove anything.

“Thanks,” Lizzy said, closing the door. She watched as the teacher sat down on her computer chair, crossing her legs. Lizzy’s heart skipped a beat as the skirt rode up on her legs, revealing more of her toned thighs.

She must have looked too long because Ms. Golden glanced up. Caught, Lizzy panicked, said, “Is that a new skirt?”

“Um, yes,” Ms. Golden said, glancing at it.

“I-I like it,” Lizzy said, nervously.

Smiling, Ms. Golden said, “Thank you, Lizzy.”

Lizzy’s face was red as she went to her desk for her notebooks. They were right out in the open, but she pretended to look for them for a moment. She needed a second to get herself together. Her face still felt hot, but she couldn’t stall any longer.

“Did you finish the math lesson I left you?” Ms. Golden asked, as Lizzy turned around with her notebooks.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lizzy said, sitting on her bed.

“Why don’t you let me see your work, while you read the next chapter in your science textbook?”

“Okay,” Lizzy said, finding the page in her notebook with her math homework and passing it to the teacher. Scooting back on her bed, she put her back to her headboard and reached for the heavy textbook. With the book on her knees, she started to read about human evolution.

Lizzy was distracted when Becca came into the room, wearing the outfit Lizzy probably would have worn today if not for the scene in the shower. Her eyebrows narrowing, Lizzy wondered what the robot had been up to for so long in the closet.

“Good morning, Ms. Golden,” Becca said.

Looking up from checking Lizzy’s homework, the teacher smiled at Becca, said, “Good morning to you, too, Becca. Are you going to sit in on Lizzy’s lessons today?”

“No,” Becca said, looking from Lizzy to the teacher, then down at herself, “I don’t think I’m dressed for the current company, anyway. I didn’t realize we were getting dressed up today.”

“Dressed up?” Ms. Golden parroted.

“Do you have a date later on?” Becca asked, smiling at the teacher.

“A date? No,” Ms. Golden said, giving Becca a curious look, “why?”

“You look very nice, so I thought you had plans,” Becca said.

Tugging on her earring, Ms. Golden gave Becca a warm smile said, “Um, thank you, Becca… No plans, though.”

Lizzy’s eyes widened, seeing Ms. Golden’s nervous tick Becca had told her about. Frowning, she wondered how she had missed it before. Ms. Golden did it all the time, but she had never put together why.

Becca met her eyes, her smile turning up a bit when she saw that Lizzy had picked up on the nervous tick. Satisfied, she said, “I think I’ll take Chef Roland up on his offer to teach me a few things about cooking. You ladies have fun.”

Becca left the room, leaving Lizzy alone with her teacher.

Ms. Golden met Lizzy’s eyes, said, “I forget sometimes… you know, that she’s a robot.”

With a sympathetic smile, Lizzy said, “She has that effect on people.”

“I bet she does,” Ms. Golden said, laughing self-consciously.

“In some ways, she more human than some of my dad’s friends,” Lizzy said, then blushed when Ms. Golden gave her a curious look, “forget I said that.”

Smiling at her, Ms. Golden said, “You strike me as being out of sorts a bit in this household.”

“That’s me,” Lizzy said, sighing, “the lump of coal among the diamonds.”

Ms. Golden met her eyes, said, “I was thinking it was the other way around.”

“Well,” Lizzy said, a little embarrassed, “there is still time for the money to turn me into a lump of coal.”

“I think you are going to be okay,” her teacher said, then nodded at her textbook, “continue reading.”

“Right,” Lizzy said, more than happy to let the conversation end. She turned her eyes back to her reading, but her attention wouldn’t follow suit. Her thoughts kept wanting to go back to what Ms. Golden had said. The line about Lizzy being the diamond lumped in with the coal stuck in her mind like a thorn. The way Ms. Golden had said it- holding her eyes and smiling- had seemed almost… Flirty. Admittedly, Lizzy didn’t have a lot of experience with flirting or being flirted with, so she could be wrong. In fact, she was pretty sure she was wrong. The thought still stuck in her head, though.

I need to read this, Lizzy thought, trying to turn her attention back to the text, she is going to ask me questions about what I just learned and I’ve just read the same sentence twice and still don’t know what it says.

Lizzy managed to read a couple of pages of the ten-page chapter when she felt eyes on her. She glanced up just in time to see Ms. Golden looking away in a hurry. Her heart beating faster, Lizzy returned her eyes to the textbook. Again, she thought she was imagining things. She couldn’t say for sure her teacher had been looking at her. Or, even if she was, that there was any sort of inappropriate intentions behind it.

She might have just been checking to see if I was finished reading, Lizzy thought, taking a deep breath, which I’m not. I need to hurry up and finish reading this stupid chapter.

Even with her distracted thoughts, she managed to finish reading. Ms. Golden looked up when Lizzy set her textbook aside. Smiling, she asked, “All done?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Lizzy said.

“Good,” Ms. Golden said, handing her math homework back, “nice job on your assignment, by the way.”

Lizzy looked, didn’t see any red X’s on the page. Smiling, she wondered if she should tell Ms. Golden Becca had helped her with her homework or not. She decided not to, since she technically did it by herself. Becca had just graded her paper last night, showing her the ones she got wrong. Lizzy figure it was no different than letting her parents check her work.

“Do you think you’ll be ready for the test tomorrow?” Ms. Golden asked, pointing at Lizzy’s math homework.

“I believe so, yeah,” Lizzy said.

“I have some more worksheets, if you think you need them,” Ms. Golden said, picking her satchel off the floor.

“That’s okay,” Lizzy said, smiling.

“Alright,” Ms. Golden said, giving her a look, “I’m trusting you to be self-motivated in your school work.”

Laughing, Lizzy said, “I know. I know. As long as I keep passing my tests, you won’t make me do a bunch of extra work. I’ve got it.”

“Good,” Ms. Golden said, smiling at her, “I don’t want to have to grade a bunch of papers any more than you want to have to do them. I don’t know about you, but I have better things to do with my evenings.”

“Like what?” Lizzy asked.

Ms. Golden looked at her for a moment, then shrugged, said, “I like to write. I’m an author. Did I ever tell you that?”

“No,” Lizzy said, leaning forward.

“I’m working on my second novel,” Ms. Golden said, then smiled, “being a private teacher pays the bills, but my real passion is writing.”

“You aren’t one of those altruistic teachers only out to shape young minds even if you have to beat the knowledge into their heads with a stick?” Lizzy teased.

Laughing, Ms. Golden said, “I don’t see myself as Michelle Pfeiffer in Dangerous Minds. Besides, I lucked out in the student department. You have a pretty good head on your shoulders.”

“I don’t know about that,” Lizzy said, laughing self-consciously.

“If I didn’t think you were an intelligent, capable young woman, I would have stuck to the curriculum giving to me by the accreditation board,” Ms. Golden said, meeting Lizzy’s eyes for emphasis.

“Okay,” Lizzy said, smiling.

Ms. Golden looked at her for a moment, then asked, “Have you ever tried writing?”

“Me? Why?” Lizzy asked.

“You have a curious way of expressing yourself… With your sense of humor, I think you’d make an excellent writer,” Ms. Golden said.

“You think so?” Lizzy said.

“I do,” her teacher said, then grinned, “I’m tempted to assign you a short story to write to see if I’m right.”

“That’s okay,” Lizzy said, laughing, “I’m self-motivated, remember?”

“Alright, alright. Think about it though,” Ms. Golden said.

“I will,” Lizzy said.

“Good,” Ms. Golden said, smiling at her, “someday when you are a best selling author, you can tell everyone it was your favorite teacher who inspired you to write.”

“My favorite teacher, huh?” Lizzy said, amused.

“They don’t need to know I’m your only teacher,” Ms. Golden said.

Laughing, Lizzy said, “Okay.”

They were smiling at each other, and eye contact went a little too long. This time even Lizzy, as inexperienced as she was, sensed something behind Ms. Golden’s gaze. When Ms. Golden finally looked away, she looked a little flustered. Lizzy’s heart skipped a beat when the woman reached up and absentmindedly tugged at her earring.

Clearing her throat, Ms. Golden said, “Right. Let’s talk about human evolution.”

Oh God, I think Becca’s right, Lizzy thought.

—————————————–

“So you saw it?”

Lying on her back on her bed, Lizzy was looking up at the ceiling. Becca was stretched out next to her, looking at her expectantly. With a nervous little laugh, Lizzy said, “I think so.”

“Did she play with her earring?” Becca asked.

“Yeah,” Lizzy said, turning her head to look at Becca, “there was a moment… I-I thought I saw something in her eyes. It was… It was like the way you look at me. You know… when you are feeling frisky.”

Becca frowned, said, “Frisky?”

“Horny?” Lizzy offered.

“Oh,” Becca said, then smiled brightly, “I’ve never heard it called frisky before.”

“Anyway, it was like that, but not quite,” Lizzy said, then took a deep breath, “it was like in those romantic comedies where the man and woman accidentally bump into each other, and their eyes meet… Do you know what I mean?”

“I do,” Becca said.

“God, I’m glad she doesn’t come tomorrow,” Lizzy said, looking up at the ceiling.

“She’ll be back Monday,” Becca said.

Shaking her head, Lizzy said, “I know. I wish you hadn’t told me about her.”

“My bad,” Becca said.

That made Lizzy smile. Fresh out of her box, Becca’s speech had felt a little dated and a bit too proper for a teenage girl. After many conversations with Lizzy, Becca has picked up some of her more colorful phrases. The end result, Becca seemed even more human than before.

“It is your bad,” Lizzy said, playfully, “in more ways than one.”

“How so?” Becca asked.

“Before you arrived, I never noticed Ms. Golden had great legs,” Lizzy said, turning to smile at her, “that first time you kissed me set this whole thing in motion.”

“Wouldn’t it be your own fault then? You asked if I wanted to sleep with you,” Becca asked.

“I meant to sleep on the bed,” Lizzy said, laughing, “I still think you knew what I meant. You just played dumb, so you could sleep with me.”

“Would you be mad at me if I had?” Becca asked.

“No,” Lizzy said, kissing her. Whether it had been a simple mistake or a seized opportunity, Lizzy was glad Becca had kissed her that first time and every time since.

The kiss started to get away from them, and Lizzy gently pushed Becca away. Smiling, she husked, “We can’t.”

“I know,” Becca said, stealing one more kiss, “your parents are awake.”

“That and I need to practice,” Lizzy said, sitting up, “I have a competition Tuesday.”

She slipped off the bed and went to her dresser. From the bottom drawer, she grabbed one of her leotards. She could have practiced in some shorts and a t-shirt, but since she would be wearing a leotard for her routine, she liked to be consistent. She really doubted changing her clothing between practice and the real thing would make that much difference, but why risk it.

Pulling the yellow summer dress over her head, she tossed it at the hamper. She slipped out of her panties, too. She was stepping into the leotard when she felt eyes on her. Looking up, she found Becca laying on her side, watching her change. Lizzy thought about the kiss that had threatened to lead to more than just kissing. Coupled with the look in the robot’s eyes and the sexy uptick of the corners of her mouth, Lizzy thought Becca was feeling a bit frisky.

She needs to stop that, Lizzy thought, the urge to blow off her practice to crawl back in bed with her hard to resist.

Lizzy smoothed the leotard into place, then hurried out of the room before she could get distracted by Becca. She walked through the mansion to the basement. Her father had built her a practice room, complete with balance beam and uneven bars, tumble mats and a bank of free weights. She doubted any of her fellow gymnasts at class had a room like this and she was both embarrassed and grateful to have it.

She could say the same about most of the privileges that came with having a wealthy family.

Lizzy started some music playing, then started stretching. She spent twenty minutes warming up, doing some basic strength building routines to keep her in competition shape. When she was loose, she began practicing her new routines. Her coach had wanted to challenge her, had given her a routine usually reserved for the older students. While she appreciated his confidence in her, she knew she was going to have to work hard to be ready for Tuesday.

She had the routines down, could stick the landing every time, but still, she practiced. When she stepped in front of the judges, it would be a whole lot more nerve wrecking. No matter how many competition she competed in, there was still that moment of anxiety when her name was called. The extra drills helped keep her focused even when her heart was racing, and her hands were shaking, helped her smile confidently at the judges even when she had butterflies in her stomach.

For an hour or so, she ran through her routines. Only when she had worked up a nice sweat, did she call it quits. She cleaned up her practice equipment a bit, then headed upstairs for a water. With her bottle, she started upstairs for a much-needed shower. She didn’t make it.

“Oh, there you are,” her mother said, as Lizzy came into the room.

Lizzy saw the dress her mother was wearing, the diamonds around her neck, and knew there must be some social event or another her parents were going to. Even though she knew the answer, she asked, “Going out?”

“Yeah,” her mother said.

“Have fun,” Lizzy said.

“There’s dinner in the fridge.”

“Okay,” Lizzy said.

Her father appeared, said, “Don’t wait up, Kiddo.”

“I won’t,” Lizzy said, heading upstairs.

In her room, she found Becca at her desk, on the computer. Becca was a voracious learner, spent her free on the internet. Smiling, Lizzy wondered what she was researching now. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she went to the desk. Looking over the girl’s shoulder, Lizzy her heart started racing. Becca was researching what it was like for a girl to lose her virginity.

Becca glanced up at her and said, “Just in case.”

“Just in case, huh?” Lizzy said, meeting her eyes.

“In case you want to,” Becca said, nervously, “so I don’t hurt you.”

Feeling a burst of warmth for the robot, Lizzy gave her a kiss, said, “You won’t… Well, you might, but I don’t think there is a way around that.”

“There are things we can do to make your first time less uncomfortable,” Becca said, inclining her head toward the screen, “that’s what I’m reading about now.”

“Okay,” Lizzy said, kissing her, again, “I’m going to grab a shower. Oh, by the way, Mom and Dad went out.”

Becca nodded, turning back to her reading.

In the bathroom, Lizzy stripped out of her leotard. As she turned the water on in the shower stall, she was a little disappointed that it didn’t seem like Becca intended to join her this time. It had taken her toes a long time to uncurl after the last time she had shared the shower with her. She felt a flush of heat spread all over just thinking about it.

“This is going to be a quick shower,” Lizzy said, stepping under the water.

Reaching for the body wash, she thought about Becca at the computer. Lizzy had to smile that the robot was so concerned about her. Becca already had a special spot in her heart and this only made it bigger.

She didn’t think she was ready to take that particular step, but she thought it would be Becca who took her virginity. Becca really already had, the rest was just a formality. As that idea really sank in, Lizzy blinked in surprise. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, not since that first time with Becca. There really wasn’t any reason to wait.

Chewing on her lip, she thought about Becca’s remark in the shower earlier about knowing many ways to pleasure a woman, but she was still a girl if only technically. What more pleasurable things could Becca show her if she let Becca make it official? What had Becca been about to do in the shower when she saw Lizzy’s hymen was still intact?

Lizzy had to admit part of her was intrigued by these questions. The couple of things she and Becca had already tried had felt amazing and she thought whatever Becca had been about to do to her would probably feel just as good if not better.

Am I really thinking about this, Lizzy wondered. She wouldn’t be thirteen for another month, after all. That seemed kind of young to be entertaining thoughts of losing her virginity. Then again, hadn’t she lost it already?

Her thoughts chased themselves around and around as she finished her shower. By the time she had dried off, she still didn’t know what she wanted. She tucked the towel between her breasts, then wiped the steam from the mirror. She met her reflection’s eyes, asked, “What do you think? Am I ready?”

Her reflection seemed as uncertain as she did.

Sighing, she turned away. Hanging up her towel to dry, she stepped naked into the bedroom. She expected to find Becca still at the computer, but she was stretched out on the bed instead. Lizzy stopped dead in her tracks when she saw what the robot was wearing. Becca had changed out of her dress and wore only a lace garter belt, lace topped stockings, and a smile. Lizzy blinked a couple of times in surprise, but the vision didn’t fade. She couldn’t take her eyes off Becca’s lovely legs in sheer black nylon. She just stood there and stared.

“I thought you might like this,” Becca said.

Unable to speak, Lizzy just nodded.

Becca laughed and got to her feet. She came to Lizzy, wrapped her arms around her neck, and kissed her deeply, before pulling back to say, “Now I know what to wear if I want to get you going.”

Swallowing hard, Lizzy managed to say, “I love them.”

“I thought you might,” Becca said, kissing her, again, “I was so excited lying there, thinking about you running your hands over my legs, the nylon whispering under your touch.”

Her heart was already racing, but the image the robot’s words put in her head had it in danger of bursting out of her rib cage. She wanted nothing more than to do just that, to run her hands from the robot’s ankles all the way up to the smooth skin of her thighs just above the lace trim of the stockings. It was something she has wanted to do ever since Ms. Golden had started wearing pantyhose, but couldn’t. Now, here was Becca in sexy nylon and she could finally give in to that urge.

She sank to her knees in front of the girl. Her hands were shaking a little as she put her them on Becca’s delicate ankles. The nylon was silky under her fingertips as she ran her hands over Becca’s calves and she felt a shiver of excitement work its way up her spine. She couldn’t stop touching it.

“Where did you get these?” Lizzy asked, looking up at Becca.

Smiling, the robot said, “It was in the package… Along with some other lingerie.”

“Oh,” Lizzy said, glancing at the box sitting on the bed.

Becca followed her eyes, said, “We don’t have to try any of it tonight. I just wanted to wear these for you.”

“God, I can’t stop touching them,” Lizzy said, blushing. It was a little embarrassing how turned on the stockings had made her, but she couldn’t help it.

Her smile becoming playful, Becca said, “Who said you had to?”

“You are going to have to take them off eventually,” Lizzy said, laughing at her own expense.

“But not tonight,” Becca said, taking Lizzy’s hand and helping her to her feet, “why don’t you pick something sexy to wear for me? Everything is tailored to fit me, so it should fit you, as well.”

“What do I need to wear to get you going?” Lizzy asked, playfully.

“A smile,” Becca said, kissing her.

“That’s all it takes, huh?” Lizzy said, smiling at her.

“You have a very sexy smile,” Becca said.

Lizzy met Becca’s eyes, and she thought the girl meant it. Feeling a little warm and fuzzy, she gave her a tender kiss, said, “Well, I’ll always have a smile for you.”

Becca kissed her, again. Pulling back, Becca smiled at her and said, “Promise?”

“Promise,” Lizzy said, then inclined her head toward the box, “is there something you want me to wear in that?”

“You’ll look amazing in any of it, so surprise me,” Becca said, slipping out of Lizzy’s arms and walking toward the bathroom, “let me know when you are ready.”

Lizzy walked over to the box sitting on the bed, opened the flaps. She dumped the contents of the box out on the bed, shaking her head at the pile of age-inappropriate items on her comforter. Any one of these items would get her grounded for months, but the lot of them… She might never see the light of day, again.

“I need to find a hiding place for all of this,” Lizzy said, looking around her room. She wasn’t worried about her parents finding them. She was pretty sure she could put the dildos on the shelf next to her Monster High dolls, and her parents would never notice them. Mrs. Nelson, on the other hand, might find them by accident when she was cleaning if the hiding place wasn’t good enough. The housekeeper was Lizzy’s friend, but even she’d feel obligated to tell Lizzy’s parents about the copious sex paraphernalia she discovered in Lizzy’s room.

Lizzy glanced at the door to the bathroom where Becca was waiting for her summoning, and thought, the hiding place can wait until later, though.

Pushing the sex toys aside, Lizzy started poking through the lacy, sheer, and skimpy lingerie that had been in the ‘starter kit’ Becca had requested from her manufacturer. If this was the ‘starter’ lingerie, she didn’t think she’d ever be ready for the more adventuresome sort.

Holding up a teddy that was more strings than anything, Lizzy had to shake her head, again. She tossed the teddy back in the pile. It landed next to a patch of yellow material poking out of the pile. It caught her eye, and she found herself freeing the garment from the heap and holding it up. It was a silk camisole, pale yellow with a black lace bodice. Not as raunchy as some of the other lingerie, it had a certain feminine sexiness to it that had Lizzy slipping into it before she realized she intended to try it on. Stepping in front of her mirror, she frowned. The camisole was too short, fell just below her belly button. There had to be another part to the lingerie. Going back to the bed, she dug around until she found the bottom. It was a silk booty shorts, with black lace on the hips. Stepping into those, as well, she returned to the mirror.

“Oh,” she said, her eyes wide. She was pretty sure this kind of lingerie wasn’t supposed to fit her so well. The camisole really had been tailored with Becca’s figure in mind, so it flattered Lizzy’s young body just as well. Turning around, she saw the little shorts left a crescent of buttock exposed. Definitely not meant for a girl her age and yet, fit her perfectly.

“Oh, I’d so get grounded for this,” Lizzy said, smiling at her reflection. The lingerie made her feel sexy and naughty, two emotions that brought an excited giggle out of her. Turning away from the mirror, she called, “I’m ready! You can come out!”

Becca poked her head out of the bathroom, her eyes finding Lizzy standing in front of her mirror. Her smile widened when she saw Lizzy in the yellow camisole and panties. She crossed the room in a hurry and kissed Lizzy deeply. When she finally let Lizzy come up for air, she said, “I was hoping you would pick this one.”

“You were?” Lizzy husked.

“Ms. Golden is right,” Becca said, kissing Lizzy, again, “yellow is a good color for you.”

“What?” Lizzy said, smiling at her, “were you eavesdropping on us from the closet?”

“Maybe,” Becca said, her hands slipping down Lizzy’s back to grab her buttocks, “she is right, though. You do look hot in yellow.”

With a playful smile, Lizzy said, “At least I know what to wear when I want to get you going… Well, other than a smile.”

“This will definitely do the trick,” Becca said, kissing Lizzy.

There was some real heat behind the kiss, and Lizzy thought, I guess it would, indeed.

Becca was pulling her toward the bed, and Lizzy wasn’t resisting. When Becca’s legs hit the bed, she fell backwards, bringing Lizzy with her. The antique bed protested the abuse, but they didn’t weigh enough to do any real damage. Lying atop her, Lizzy smiled down at Becca, then kissed her deeply.

Thinking about the shower they had shared earlier, Lizzy slid off of Becca to the floor. On her hands and knees, she ran her hands up the girl’s stocking-clad legs and pushed them open. Becca propped up on her elbows to watch as Lizzy pressed her mouth to her bud. The caress of her tongue made Becca’s head lull back, her hair sweeping the comforter behind her. Lizzy smiled when she saw Becca’s hand tighten on the covers.

Her eyes went to the piled of lingerie and sex toys. She saw Becca was following her gaze, so she raised her eyebrows questioningly when the girl met her eyes. Becca must have understood her unspoken question because she picked up the Hitachi vibrator and handed it to Lizzy. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Lizzy took it from her and found the ‘on’ switch. It came to life in her hand, vibrating so hard she almost dropped it. Her eyes wide, Lizzy looked from the buzzing sex toy to Becca.

“I loved this thing in the lab,” Becca said, her eyes bright with excitement.

“The lab?” Lizzy asked, looking at the bulbous head of the vibrator. It was a blur, it was moving so fast.

“We had a room set up where we could experiment with the various… toys,” Becca said.

“We?” Lizzy asked, raising her eyebrows.

“The other Becca models and I,” Becca said.

Lizzy had to laugh at the mental image of what amounted to a robotic orgy that popped into her head.

Becca smiled at her, said, “That was a fun day.”

“I bet it was,” Lizzy said.

She ran the head of the vibrator along the inside of Becca’s, making her shiver. She smiled as goosebumps broke out on the bare skin of Becca’s thighs, the part the stockings didn’t cover. Becca gasped as the Hitachi pressed against her bud, her back arching off the bed. The gasp caught in her throat, only to be forced out as a sharp cry of pleasure. Her fingers were clutching at the covers, again. Lizzy watched Becca’s face screw up in pleasure, and she thought the vibrator must feel amazing.

Alright, so this one I might be interested in playing with, Lizzy thought, getting turned on just watching Becca writhe in pleasure, the rest remains to be seen.

The buzzing of the Hitachi was very loud, and Lizzy wondered if it could be heard outside of her bedroom. She and Becca were alone in the house, except for the three security guards who never ventured into the main house unless an alarm was tripped, so she wasn’t worried about tonight. If the toy felt as good as Becca was making it seem to feel, then Lizzy thought they were going to need to use it, again. She made a mental note to test if it could be heard from the hallway.

Might as well check the other thing, as well, Lizzy thought, her face hot. She tended to get kind of loud when she got excited, couldn’t always hold in her cries of enjoyment. With no one in the house to overhear, she thought tonight would be an excellent time to see just how much sound carried through her bedroom door.

Later, of course, Lizzy thought, smiling as she watched Becca lose herself to the buzzing of the Hitachi. She couldn’t wait for it to be her turn with the vibrator and her smile widened when she saw she might not have to. The intense pleasure seemed to be too much for Becca, her body already gathering tension for an orgasm. Lizzy kept the bulbous head of the toy pressed tightly against Becca’s bud even as her body bucked. When her body simply couldn’t take anymore, Becca cried out sharply as she climaxed.

Collapsing backward, Becca sighed contentedly, said, “God, I love this thing.”

“I’d say you do,” Lizzy said, laughing. She crawled onto the bed, leaning in from her hands and knees to kiss the girl. Pulling back, she smiled at her, asked, “Does it feel that good?”

Becca took the Hitachi from Lizzy and with a playful grin, pressed it against the crotch of Lizzy’s shorts. Lizzy gasped and jerked away from strong vibrations. She looked wide-eyed at Becca, laughing in surprise. Becca poked the vibrator at her playfully, and Lizzy scrambled back.

“Where are you going?” Becca teased, laughing.

“That’s… wow,” Lizzy said, looking at the vibrator.

“Lie down,” Becca said.

A little hesitantly, Lizzy stretched out on her back. Becca ran the Hitachi up the inside of her thigh, and it sent a chill up her spine. She gasped as it pressed against the crotch of her shorts, again. The vibrations were so strong, she thought she could feel them in her toes. It took her a couple of seconds to get used to the intensity, then it started to feel really good. A moan exploded out of her, and she was glad her parents weren’t home. There was no way she could keep quiet using this thing.

Setting the vibrator aside, Becca hooked her fingers in the silk shorts and said, “Let’s take these off before you ruin them.”

Lizzy blushed and lifted her backside off the bed so Becca could remove them. She thought she knew what the girl was implying. As the vibrator was pressed against her bud, again, Lizzy thought Becca was probably right about her making a mess of them.

“God, I see why you love this thing,” Lizzy said, around a moan.

Smiling, Becca leaned in for a kiss. Lizzy tried to kiss her back as best she could, but the Hitachi was making it nearly impossible. Finally, Becca gave up and moved lower. Lizzy shivered as the girl pressed her lips to her neck, then blew on the wet print. Becca pulled one of the spaghetti straps from Lizzy’s shoulder, down to reveal one of her breasts. Lizzy’s back arched off the bed as Becca trapped her straining nipple between her teeth, gently biting it. Becca repeated the process with the other strap and her other breast. She didn’t let up until Lizzy couldn’t take any more.

Lizzy felt the first stirrings of an orgasm, her eyes widening. The vibrations from the Hitachi were unrelenting, pushing her faster and faster toward a climax. All she could do was hold on for dear life as her body exploded with pleasure. She came so hard, it nearly shook her to pieces. Even when Becca pulled the vibrator away, she could still feel it buzzing all through her body. Then she was floating back down, feeling as light as a feather on a summer breeze.

She glanced at Becca, saw the robot’s slightly amused smile and laughed, said, “Yeah.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” Becca said, turning it off.

In the silence that followed, Lizzy glanced at the door. Getting to her feet on wobbly legs, she said, “Turn it back on for a second.”

Becca did as Lizzy said, giving her a curious look.

Stealing a kiss, she said, “I want to see if you can hear it in the hallway.”

Becca smiled coyly, asked, “And why would you want to know that?”

“When I get out in the hallway, make some noise,” Lizzy said, blushing.

Becca laughed, said, “Okay.”

Lizzy stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind. Holding her breath, she listened intently. Even trying to, she couldn’t hear the buzzing of the Hitachi Wand. She kept listening for another minute, but she didn’t hear anything. Finally, she opened the door and poked her head. She gave Becca a curious look.

“You couldn’t hear me?” Becca asked, surprised.

“No. Should have I?” Lizzy asked.

“I guess not,” Becca said, slipping off the bed and coming to Lizzy, “I guess we don’t have to worry about being quiet anymore.”

“Are you sure?” Lizzy asked, meeting her eyes.

“Definitely,” Becca said, kissing her deeply.

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