After a deliciously slow, teasingly languid build-up, Davy was coming on hot and heavy. It felt so out-of-this-world good. They were on the bed, and had been for three quarters of an hour. Davy had learned a lot in the past 8 months. He'd learned to stretch the foreplay out-was still improving, and he knew just what catapulted Kerri to the heavens. Being as beautiful as he was, and now, also-most of the time, unrushed, as well as a highly skilled lover, no girl in the world would have been able to say no to him. Kerri certainly couldn't.
She squirmed under his light, tantalizing touch. She couldn't get enough of him and his kisses that varied between light and feathery, and deep, searching. Her body was screaming out for him-she couldn't hold him close enough.
Then, it hit her like a tank. Damn! She'd forgotten to do the laundry! Also, the vacuuming. And just when she and Davy had been on the brink of a wonderful lovemaking session. The mood was killed now, although she hadn't uttered a word to Davy, who was still going full steam ahead in his seduction. He had no idea how tired she was of housework. It wouldn't be as bad if she wasn't always having to pick up after the guys.
Peter had a habit of forgetting his bowl of half eaten ice cream on the coffee table and never using coasters. Micky did the same with cereal bowls and beer cans. Davy left bread crumbs strewn about every time he made a sandwich, not to mention all the knives with mayonnaise smeared on them in the sink. Random socks could be found under the couch at any given time. And sometimes they were stinky. Mike was the only one who didn't make any additional messes for her to clean up, but he did sometimes forget to wipe his boots when coming in from outdoors, and if he happened to step in wet sand, or worse, dog poop, well...
She had to face it. Living with four guys was a real challenge. She'd been living with them for a year now, and lovers with both Davy and Peter for about 8 months. Davy and Peter made her days and nights magical with their sweetness and all the attention they heaped on her, the fantastic lovemaking. Nothing she'd experienced before in her life had touched her as deeply as Davy and Peter's combined love.
Davy and Peter were also in love with each other, so it was a very interesting set-up, and one that worked out very well the majority of the time. She loved them both to death, and was amazed that in the time they'd been a threesome, there had never a single issue with jealousy. So things on that front were ideal, but the fact remained that the amount of housework in addition to a full time job and cooking was just too much when living with four typical young, active, messy men. But she felt guilty-she didn't want to seem ungrateful.
Peter appeared in the doorway about then. He leaned against the frame in his sexy way and just watched them, a slight, sly smile turning up the corners of his sensual lips. He enjoyed it-the voyueristic side of his considerable libido coming to the fore. Peter never got enough, whether it was watching or participating. At first this had disturbed Kerri-embarrassed her. But she had slowly learned to love it herself-being watched. It was so...forbidden-and therefore explosively exciting. So she guessed she must have some exhibitionist tendencies. Only with Davy and Peter though. Those two sparked a flame in her that no other guy had come within miles of.
She and Davy were naked, and across the room Kerri saw Peter's enormous erection through the thin material of his pants. Sometimes it seemed as if Peter was never soft. Peter was quite the sexual being. Seeing Peter watching them got her back in the mood.
Kerri liked to think of Davy as chocolate covered cherries. His eyes were the chocolate color, somewhere between the milk and dark variety, his sweetness the cherries underneath. He was always sweet and tangy-to look at as well as taste. Peter was her butterscotch. In the shade, his hair was close to butterscotch color, a bit lighter in the sun, and his passion was thick and just as sweet as Davy's, only flavored a bit differently. Their methods of seduction were different, and ever-changing, and this just made their three way relationship all the steamier.
Davy's tongue licked and teased her nipples, causing her to arch her back in a silent plea. Davy sucked her nipples then, taking his time and then his signature whimper escaped, meaning he was reaching his limit of patience. He sucked harder, urgently. He still struggled a bit with control. Kerri thought it endearing.
When Davy was at last inside her, he rocked his hips slowly. The heavy breathing came from everywhere-Davy, her, and most obviously, from the doorway. Peter was not shy about showing his arousal. He really liked what he was seeing. Peter was all sensuality. And not a bit embarrassed about it.
The housework woes were now all but forgotten, and Kerri gave herself up to Davy's thrusts. He tried to pace himself, but the impatience was getting to him, and he had to force himself to slow down less he burst prematurely.
When he finally could hold back no longer, Davy began to thrust hard and fast, and climaxed, resting his head on Kerri's shoulder as he did so, his eyes closed, floating in pleasure. A few more half-hearted thrusts here and there, and Davy went quiet.
Kerri looked up to see Peter now sitting on the edge of the bed she and Davy were on, his eyes bright with anticipation. Just as soon as Davy rolled off Kerri, Peter was between her legs, urging her knees up to her chest, spreading her wide, and lowering his head to eagerly use his tongue and lips. He loved the way Kerri felt to his mouth in this condition. She was very wet, open and swollen from Davy's lovemaking. Doing this, as he often did after Davy had come inside of her, was a double treat. Tasting Kerri, drenched with arousal from Davy's sweet lovemaking, and savoring Davy-all at the same time.
Peter's eagerness had not slowed one bit in the time they'd been a threesome. He went at her like a wild animal. He lapped her completely clean, then his attention went to her clit, and brought her easily to orgasm. What an expert he'd become! Both guys were such ideal lovers now that she felt as if they'd been trained specially for her. Actually, she had trained them herself. She kidded them about it too. And they loved it.
She looked up after Peter elicited her second orgasm and Davy was stroking himself, still on the bed. The excitement of seeing Peter loving her with his mouth, and her mind shattering climaxes caused him to not be able to resist, and he came for the second time himself a minute or so later. Then he turned right around and eagerly brought Peter off with his mouth.
Some time later, Kerri decided to speak up. "I need to talk to you... You guys have made me so happy, and I don't ever want you to forget that. I was facing being homeless... and you invited me into your home with open arms. You two have made me happier than I ever dreamed I'd ever be, in addition to that. But..."
Peter and Davy patiently waited, alert, knowing she'd continue once she'd sufficiently collected her thoughts.
"Sometimes I'm overwhelmed with my job, the housework and cooking." She watched them, waiting for a reaction. "And you guys don't help much. In fact, you make things worse because I often have to clean up after you. Honestly... sometimes I wish we could afford a housekeeper."
Immediate concern registered on both their faces. Their adoration for Kerri knew no limits, and there was nothing they wouldn't do for her. Most of all, they wanted her to be happy.
"We could check out the newspaper and see what the going rate is. How often would you need a housekeeper? Like, how many days a week?" asked Davy.
"Oh, I think it would cost too much, Davy. Even a few hours a week would be more than I could afford. Or any of us could afford."
In the following days, all four of the guys did everything they could to locate a reasonably priced housekeeper or agency that provided them, but Kerri only had so much saved, and if they did find a housekeeper, that would be used up in only a couple of months, and then they'd be in the same boat again. And as for the guys, their income was never static-gigs were irregular, and usually they had enough to cover the rent, but with not a whole lot left over.
"Hey, guys. I just thought of something," Micky said one night, his eyes unusually bright. "I have a friend who tinkers around with electronics on the side. Cliff-you guys know him. He's been doing it for years. He loves it. The guy's brilliant. I keep telling him he needs to invent something he would make a fortune on. I know he's capable of it-I've seen some of the rockets and stuff he's built. I wonder if he might have any ideas." Micky was clearly very proud of his clever notion.
"Mick, no offense, but what exactly are you talking about? I'm not aware of any machine that's capable of doing housework!" Mike exclaimed. "That's a dead end, Shotgun."
"Well, let me at least talk to him... No harm in that."
"In any case, even if he could make something, can you imagine how much that would cost?" Kerri looked depressed again, after perking up when Micky had mentioned Cliff's talents.
Next thing Kerri knew, Micky had his friend on the phone, explaining the situation to him. Surprisingly, Cliff was intrigued with the idea. He agreed to come over the following evening to talk to the five of them. Kerri was embarrassed, as she only had $1,000 saved, and that was only because the boys wouldn't allow her to help toward the rent. She'd kept it for a rainy day-a.k.a. a lack of gigs. $1,000 wouldn't buy a housecleaning machine, even if one existed-so her attitude wasn't exactly positive. But just the same, she was determined to be open minded.
When Cliff arrived, Kerri remembered him vaguely from the couple of times she'd met him briefly when he'd visited Micky or he'd come to pick Micky up to go out club hopping. He was a likeable fellow. He was tall and big with red hair, probably in his early 30s. He had an easy going manner, but seemed a bit gruff until you got to know him and realized that was just his personality. He tended to be blunt and to the point. He didn't banter much. He and Micky were so unalike. Micky was a chatterbox, and Cliff only spoke when necessary. Kerri wondered how they had enough in common to be the good friends they were.
"I've been thinking ever since Micky called, and I could make some kind of machine that would clean floors and vacuum, but I'm afraid that's about it. It would be a kind of disk that goes over the floor."
"Well, that's better than nothing. But it sure would be nice if it could also dust and do laundry!" said Kerri jokingly.
Cliff didn't scoff or snicker like she had half expected him to. In fact, he looked very introspective, and Micky smiled at Kerri in an encouraging way. He knew his friend well, and he suspected Cliff had ideas flowing steadily through his mind. He could tell simply by the look on Cliff's face.
Kerri more or less forgot about the whole housecleaning machine deal in the next few days, as she was busy doing exactly what she always did- working, and then trying to think of what to fix for dinner for four guys with huge appetites, changing bed sheets, washing fingerprints off walls, mopping floors, and enjoying Davy and Peter's loving at night. Unless she was just too tired, and then she drifted gently off to sleep, half listening to Davy and Peter making love after the lights went out. It had the same effect on her as a lullabye.
Cliff came over unexpectedly one day; looking inspired, a gleam in his eye, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his brain- he was markedly more animated than the last time he'd been there, several days before. He insisted they all sit down and listen to what he had to say. Kerri tried to will her eagerness away, but she couldn't seem to slow her pounding heart. Oh, the anticipation!
The five of them sat as Cliff, in his slow, methodical, thorough way, explained that he thought a robot would be a much more feasible answer to their housecleaning dilemma, rather than a disk. It would be able to accomplish a lot more. It was apparent that, even though Cliff was naturally a reserved person, he was feeling in his element about his project. Kerri sensed he was trying to suppress his excitement about this endeavor.
"A robot! Oh Cliff..." said Kerri. "I'm sure Micky told you I only have $1,000 saved, and that's not going to buy any robot!"
"Wait a minute, hold up there, girl," said Cliff. "I've been thinking a lot on this, and if I could experiment with something for you, and have any kind of success, it might be worthwhile for both of us. What I mean to say is, if it works out, I could end up making, patenting and selling them, and if that were the case, your thousand dollars would cover materials for your machine, and I could go on from there. We'd both benefit. If your machine doesn't work out, I'd just make you something simple that I could make for a thousand, and forget about pursuing it. But... I have a feeling I could make something that might be able to do more than just vacuuming and mopping the floor. But I'm warning you... it won't be an easy road. We'll have to do many, many tweaks and readjustments before we have something that will do even the most basic things. There will be a lot of screw-ups along the way, make no mistake."
Kerri thought she was going to blast off with the excitement that was building steadily inside her. She tried to calm herself down, but the idea, that she had been so sure was way out of reach, was now starting to sound like a possibility. Remote, maybe, but a possibility nonetheless.
"Tell me more about it. Do you have any idea what it would look like?"
"The robot? Well, that's really the least of our concerns for now, but I was thinking of building one four feet tall, then realized it would have to be at least five feet tall in order to be able to dust most surfaces, and do dishes. Mind you... this would take tons of experimentation, and like I said, loads of mistakes in the process, but it just might be possible. It would be made of a combination of metal and plastic. I'd have to ask you about the design-but that's on the back burner for right now. The main thing at the moment is figuring out the mechanics of getting it to perform tasks correctly, and program it so it will follow your commands. And that's a great simplification, to say the least."
"Cliff, I think this might be too much for you. It involves so much of your time, and I know you work. And that's not even considering all the torture your brain is going to endure, trying to get things to all fit together," said Kerri.
"Oh, I work, yeah, but my weekends are mostly free. And this kind of thing isn't like work to me... its more a passion, or fun, if that's how you want to put it. A hobby. And this is the best hobby I've ever embarked on yet. Gotta admit I'm looking forward to getting started on it."
His eyes still glittered, which bolstered Kerri's hope. "You have to understand-this is a huge challenge for me, but I thrive on that. To be honest, if Micky hadn't approached me with this idea, and I'd thought of it myself, I would have done it anyway. In a second."
Cliff had refused to accept any money until the robot was completed, and when they hadn't heard from him in two weeks, Kerri began to wonder if he'd decided not to take on the project after all.
She trusted Micky, and he vowed that Cliff was as reliable as they come. So she waited patiently. Micky assured her they would be hearing from Cliff any time now. And on the following Saturday night, he called and asked for Kerri.
"I've got the 'guts' taken care of, as far as a machine that will mop the floor, vacuum, do the dishes and dust. The computer part, though-the robot's 'brain,' so to speak, is going to be by far the biggest obstacle. I can't really tell you how successful this project is going to be. If you pre-sort the laundry, it'll load it in the washer, and put the clothes in the dryer. You'd have to fold them, though."
Kerri was beside herself. "Really? I can't believe it!"
Cliff's voice took on a somber tone. "I like told you, I can't I promise anything. It might turn out to be a complete flop. I'm going to try to program the computer in the bot to respond to commands. Specific commands. But the main reason I called tonight is to find out what you want it to look like. The head, arms, hands, legs and feet."
Kerri was taken aback. She had no idea how to answer those questions, as she hadn't anticipated them. Not yet. She had thought it would have taken Cliff longer than this to figure out how to program the robot to do all those chores. Like he'd said before, the appearance of the robot was way down on the priority list. It must be closer to completion than she'd thought.
Cliff said he'd come over with several drawings for her to choose from as to the robot's features. He said that was much more feasible than deciding on the phone, as this way she could actually see it, with her own eyes, what she would be getting, and avoid possibly being disappointed when it was completed.
Heck, she didn't care what it looked like, as long as it could do the things Cliff claimed it would.
In the end, she chose a face that looked somewhat human, but not too much, because they all agreed that would be creepy. It looked like a hybrid between a robot and a human. A plastic face with eyes, nose and mouth. Other components might consist of metal, titanium and granite, said Cliff. The arms would be the approximate length as a human's arms, and the fingers would be claw-like projections that could grasp somewhat, although not anywhere near as precisely as human fingers. Cliff explained that robot fingers were extremely difficult to design with accuracy partially because of the joints. The legs would be approximately the same length as a human that was 5 feet tall, and the feet would be flat and large. They wouldn't have to worry about rough terrain, as the robot would always be indoors, Cliff said, but he would still have to install gyroscopes to keep it from tipping over in certain situations. The stairs were the biggest concern for Cliff, and he still wasn't sure how he was going to equip the robot to climb them.
"In any case, even with gyroscopes, it won't be climbing any trees or doing any rock climbing," Cliff said soberly. Kerri felt like laughing. As if she'd want it to do those things!
But the biggest problem of all was memory. A robot, Cliff explained, can do certain tasks, but it has no memory of how to perform that task again in the future. In other words, it doesn't learn as a human would. So, say you asked it to get you a soft drink. Sounds simple, but the end result would have to be broken down into steps. Walking to the refrigerator, opening the door, reaching in for the soft drink, closing the door, and then handing the can to a person would be a complicated series of tasks. A robot would probably never be able to do it on its own. Unless you instructed it on what to do each step of the way-and it was programmed for these tasks. Best to keep it simple, said Cliff. Have specific chores for the robot and don't expect too much, because that would only breed disappointment.
Cliff asked Kerri to write a list of commands for the robot so he could program it. If it were within the robot's capabilities, Cliff could try to cover all the bases. If they wanted to add more commands later, which Cliff was certain they would, he'd take the robot back and upgrade it as many times as was necessary.
Well, any help at this point would be more than welcome, thought Kerri. Something that could share the housework load, even in the smallest way, would mean more time to spend enjoying Davy and Peter. She loved the talking, joking, laughing, cuddling and making love. Her time with them was precious to her.
They didn't know it yet, but they were in for the experience of a lifetime. The following days, weeks and months would affect all five of them profoundly. They had no way of knowing just how much this robot would touch their lives.
