Day two (Natalie)

Natalie awoke not to a doting ****/girlfriend, but a blaring alarm. Was it all a strange dream? She silenced her phone, stretched, and shuffled blearily into the living room.

Naomi was already up and energized, of course. She greeted Natalie with a cheerful smile and a plate of eggs. Of course she did. She was cursed.

"You didn't have to do that," Natalie groused as she sat down. It sounded harsher then she intended, so she softened it with a bit of gratitude. "...thanks."

"Of course!" Naomi said. How was she this energetic? She'd always been a morning person, but not like this. Nat's eyes lingered on her ass. Naomi was squeezed into a pair of jeans she hadn't worn in months, accentuating her fantastic caboose.

"...while I make you breakfast," Naomi was saying. If she noticed that Nat zoned out, she didn't let on. She gave Natalie a peck on the side of her head before walking into the bedroom. Natalie suddenly remembered something.

"I've got my quant analysis study group tonight," Natalie called out. She debated a second before adding "Are you gonna be ok on your own?"

Naomi reappeared with an over-the-top grimace. She pretended to freak out until Natalie cut her off.

"Ok, smartass. I was just checking." Despite her annoyance Natalie was gratified that Naomi could still make fun of her. Naomi said a quick goodbye and left Natalie alone with her cold breakfast and her thoughts.

She was slightly troubled by those thoughts. After the warm, languid eroticism of the previous night Natalie expected she would dream about sex. Instead she dreamt about robot Naomi standing silently and responding to orders. Even now she felt a flush creep into her cheeks when she pictured it.

That was bad, right? She didn't want an automaton or a ****, she wanted Naomi. Didn't she?

I definitely liked it. Naomi's words rang in her mind. She'd effortlessly switched in and out of robot mode. What other modes might she be able to get into?

As Natalie thoughtfully chewed her eggs, she realized she was becoming very aroused. Naomi the slut, Naomi the bimbo... Naomi the blushing virgin who never thought about girls that way until now...

Natalie washed down the last of her eggs with her coffee and stood. Checking her phone, she realized she had forty-five minutes before class. She went to the bedroom and opened the drawer on her nightstand. She stared at the device inside for just a second before grabbing it and switching it on.

The vibrator purred to life in her hands and she dropped her pajamas and panties to climb back into bed. She could afford to be late to class just this once.