Page 38 of Fembot
Calvin smiled at him, bright and almost real. “I liked it a lot, Winnie.” His voice was soft, reverent almost. “So much.”
“Would you want to keep doing it?”
When Calvin immediately started to move, Winston pulled him back down. “Not this very second, but in general.”
“I would like that.”
Winston let out a breath. “Lucky and I, we have a history together. We tried to be together in the past, but for complex reasons, it didn’t work. Adding you to the equation simplifies things.”
Calvin scrunched his face. “I’m not sure I understand.”
“To put it plainly, Cal, Winnie here is a dedicated bottom. He will never want to fuck me the way I like to be fucked sometimes. And though I’ve never held it against him, he loves me and doesn’t want me to sacrifice anything for him.”
Winston tightened his arm around Lucky and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “I don’t ever want to be the reason you’re unhappy.”
“Oh, Winnie, you fucking fool.” Lucky laughed against Winston’s chest. Then kissed him so sweetly Winston felt all the love Lucky had for him pour through it. “If I had you, I’d never be unhappy.”
“Well, that’ll be true now because you have me, and we both have Calvin. And he has us.” Winston looked at Calvin. “I know it might be beyond your programming to understand this, but you do have a choice. If you don’t like what we ask you to do, you can say no.”
“I understand.” Calvin gave Winston a solemn nod, then his face slowly broke out into a smile. “I happen to like what we did.”
“No more avoiding us, Winnie,” Lucky said. “Right, Calvin?”
“I agree with Lucky. I didn’t like your absence this week.”
“I’ll stop avoiding you, I promise.” It was the easiest promise Winston could make. Their happiness was his happiness. All he’d ever wanted was to feel like he was enough for someone, like he fit somewhere exactly perfectly, and that’s the feeling that encompassed him as he lay between Lucky and Calvin.
“And I’ll buy more cute little skirts for our little robot femboy here. Our fembot.” Lucky reached across Winston, dragging his hand down Calvin’s arm. “You looked hot as fuck today, by the way.”
“I’d hoped you wouldn’t mind me borrowing your clothing again. You did leave the invitation open.”
Calvin looked at Winston. “Did you like it?”
Winston’s brain short-circuited a bit, and when he didn’t answer, Calvin smirked at him.
“I know you liked it, Winnie. Your heart rate increased and your pupils dilated, both strong indicators of pleasure. I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“I liked it very, very much.” Winston moved to kiss Calvin. It was such an interesting experience, the urge to kiss something that didn’t feel quite the way Winston was used to a kiss feeling. But it had the same effect on his cock as kisses with Lucky did.
As much as Winston wanted to keep kissing, he still had to make sure they were all on the same page. He’d fucked up a relationship with Lucky before. He wasn’t about to let it happen again.
“So, we’re boyfriends now? The three of us? Right?” Winston asked, hating how vulnerable he sounded. How exposed he felt.
Lucky pushed himself up on his elbow and looked down at Winston. “We’re boyfriends, Winnie. The three of us. Right, Calvin? You’re okay with that?”
“Yes. I am.”
Winston breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, what about rules? Relationships have rules. And normally I’d say we can figure it out as we go, but I don’t like that level of uncertainty.”
It was Lucky who spoke. “Rule number one, if anyone isn’t happy, they speak up about it. Rule number two, any two members of this relationship can be as intimate as they want, when they want, without the third member’s permission orknowledge.” Lucky counted off the rules on his fingers. Holding up a third finger, he continued. “Rule number three, it’s okay to be jealous. It’s not okay to let it fester.”
“What does jealousy feel like?” Calvin asked. =
Winston didn’t think his question was all that strange. Calvin liked to understand things. And human emotions were foreign to him.
“Jealousy,” Winston started. “Is when something makes you angry, that maybe shouldn’t make you angry. And you’re only angry because you want to have whatever it is that’s making you feel that anger. Like, say you and Lucky were kissing, and I saw you and it made me feel left out and angry, and it made me want to be the one who was being kissed, and that made me angry too. That’s jealousy.”
“Jealousy sounds awful.” Calvin, as it turned out, had an adorable pout.
