Arthur let his bag hit the floor with a heavy thud and sprinted to his room. He knew no one but Eve would be home and didn't care. He locked himself in his room and tried to keep from crying. He felt the blackened circle around his eye gingerly. He would have to stay in his room for the weekend to let it fade. No one would bother him. Just as he had resigned himself to a weekend buried in his virtual library, he heard a rhythmic knock at his door.
	"Not now, Eve." It had to be the stupid housekeeping robot, it was the only one that bothered knocking in this house. "I can clean my own room. Just... just go away."
	"Arthur." that was odd. Usually the artificial maid would follow orders without another word. Usually it was 'Sir' or 'Master', she never called him by only his first name. Its young woman voice even sounded different, softer somehow. Vaguely, Arthur recalled his father saying something about a new patch for the house's software. He only had a second to ponder it before his door slid open. Of course Eve could unlock his door, it was part of the house.
	The boy glared at Eve from the bed. Its "face" was smooth white plastic except for the two blue lights where its vision receptors were. Cute in a cartoon character sort of way. It had a human form, a lady's form by request of his father. The maid outfit it wore was his mother's doing. The robot was all slim, metallic curves and artificial grace. Arthur hated how silently it could move. Damn thing always managed to sneak up on him. The way it almost cautiously glided to his bedside now only made him more upset. Disrespect from some dumb machine was the last thing he wanted right now.
	He winced when rubber-tipped fingers gingerly touched his black eye. He tried to sink back down into his bed as Eve lowered its pseudo-face to his and gently placed the cool, glossy surface where the mouth would be onto his hurt. It felt nice but it only made him more confused.
	"This happened at school?" The soft voice chimed. She... it stroked his cheek comfortingly as it asked.
	"Yeah." Arthur's voice cracked when he spoke and he resolved to tell her no more. She didn't need to hear about how Heather had shot him down or how Heather's ex boyfriend had given him the bump after class. His consistently failed attempts to flirt and even just socialize were no secret to anyone. It still hurt to admit, though. He thought that Heather would have been different...
	Tears welled in his eyes again and soon Arthur was spilling his guts to Eve. He barely managed to keep out specifics, but he couldn't stop telling her about his troubles with girls, his class, his family, everyone. He hated himself for confiding in some... machine, but he just couldn't help himself. He found himself pulling closer to her. She embraced him, silently digesting every word. When he was calm, she pulled back and stroked his hair. He could almost see the smile on her featureless face. What had happened to her?
	"Your face is appropriately symmetrical." She said after a moment of silence. "You are in acceptable physical condition and your hormones are well balanced for your age. You should have no issues attracting a mate." Arthur could tell she was searching through some invisible data banks to bring all of this up. "You only require confidence." Eve's voice suddenly soften to a near-whisper. "I am inexperienced with these things, but I believe you are quite handsome." Her blue gaze impossibly seemed to warm and the boy realized her mechanical hand had slipped down over his chest and now sat on his waist. His face burned red and before he could so much as yelp a protest, Eve had unzipped his pants and fished his hardening penis out with an efficiency that made his head spin. The robot lowered her entire head to his lap and studied his stiffening shaft. The act was purely out of curiosity, not meant to be alluring in any way yet it still made his quickly growing member pulse with embarrassed desire. "Well above average size for your age. Many women find that attractive in a mate, correct?" He couldn't answer, his face burned brighter with every word. A couple of testing strokes and his face felt so hot that he thought he would burst. 
	The feeling of the small rubber grips on her fingers against his soft skin was odd but not unpleasant. She began stroking him with impeccable rhythm. Arthur writhed and let out pitiful squeaks. When he tried to sit up, she simply held him down with her free hand. Sure that he would sit still, Eve slid the bottom drawer of his night stand open. That should have been locked, too, Arthur thought hazily. Realization snapped him out of the daze. What was she looking for?
	His question was answered, to his chagrin, when Eve retrieved a green silicon tube and a little bottle of clear lube. It was amazing the stuff you could buy in the internet. Apparently, these felt almost as good as the real thing. Arthur didn't have any real frame of reference in that department, but it did feel good. What he really wanted to know was how Eve knew about it. That question was left unanswered, however, as his brain took another dive into the pleasure haze when she dropped a healthy helping of the clear liquid onto his head and slid the opaque sleeve snugly down his length. His shiny head popped out the top end, inches from the maid's mechanical face. She was staring at it again with the same clinical curiosity.
	She began stroking it again, harder than before. He let out another series of embarrassing moans, gripping handfuls of blanket as his back arched clear off the bed. He bucked and writhed, but Eve never lost her rhythm. She even began to throw in little twists with each long, powerful stroke. He was trying so hard to hold on, to make this last as long as possible, but he knew he couldn't last much longer. He tried to say call out to her, to warn her, but all that escaped was a soft squeak as he came strings of cum feet into the air. He could see that Eve had also been a hit, but his vision was quickly blurred with exertion. 
	The orgasm lasted for what felt like an eternity. The afterglow lasted even longer. As he came down from his climax, Arthur saw that he would have to clean his clothes... and his bed sheets... and the floor...
	"Feeling better?" Eve asked in her usual, too excited to be genuine tone.
	"Uh... yeah?" What a weird day.
	"Good! Dinner will be ready in half an hour. Just you and me this weekend, buddy!" The robotic maid left the room, face plate still dripping.
	What a weird day, indeed.