Page 80 of I Think I’m in Love with an Alien

I take those specifications literally and reroute my explorations to the named vicinities, lightly swirling patterns on her skin. Her lower limbs open wider and she begins to squirm, shifting restlessly as if she craves more. Her breath is faster now; she’s making sounds as I gently rub her thighs.

“How is this?”

“So good. I’ve never had a massage feel this way,” she gasps.

I take it as a compliment, praising my manual dexterity. Desire simmers in me also, but putting my need on display would change the tenor of the encounter. Right now, I want only to please Jen, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

“Turn over,” I invite.

She obeys without question. Her eagerness is intoxicating, lighting my senses to the point that I can see and breathe only her. I touch her lightly, skimming down her spine, until the bumps appear on her skin here as well. Then I deepen the contact, kneading her pliant flesh. She utters a sound that spears through me, nearly forcing an involuntary response.

No. I can control myself. I will.

She lifts her body into those long strokes, and by fluttering the nictitating membrane, I glimpse the polychrome beauty unleashed in her open response. Jen glows with heat at the heart of her need. I have no experience to call on, and I have not pursued an investigation into sexually pertinent materials. But I know enough to understand where she craves contact.

When I extend the touch to framing her slick, needful flesh from beneath, she shudders and starts to move, hunching up and down in jerky, helpless motions. I need to do little at this juncture, only watch her face in profile. She bites her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that overwhelm her as her urgency increases. I wish she wouldn’t. I want to hear those little noises, each breath and groan. Her movements become more forceful; she grinds against the bony arch of my extensor. I wish I knew what else to do, but she seems to be enjoying this very much.

“Almost,” she manages.

Her eyes are tightly closed, and I wish she was looking at me, as I’m riveted by her. She quakes, trembling, and the wet heat on my skin increases. Judging by the hues of her body and the slowing tempo of her breath, she’s peaked, come to human satiation. When she opens her eyes, she rolls to the side, freeing my limb from captivity beneath her body.

“You seemed to enjoy that,” I say.

“It was amazing,” she tells me.

A warm feeling spreads through me, though I strive to hide how moved I am. This has been my first sexual encounter with an alien; Jen would doubtless say the same, so we are sharing important firsts this night. “I learned everything from you.”

Her hand trembles when she touches me lightly, right on the colors that are shimmering just this side of violet. I’m all repressed need, and it is making me dizzy.

“You’re a fast study.”

I don’t have the right words to express how much her trust meant to me, but I hope this suffices. “That was beautiful. You are.”

Group Chat

March 21 | 13:21

Stargazer: Hey, everyone, random fact time!

Stargazer: I’ll get my turn out of the way. I write fan fiction. 🖋️

SquidHead: That’s awesome! What kind? I love seeing how people remix worlds.

Stargazer: Thanks! Mostly sci-fi epics. Sometimes I weave in mythologies from different cultures. The more epic, the better! 🚀🐉

JazzyPlum: Wow! You must have an incredible imagination. 😲 Would love to read some!

Stargazer: Maybe one day I’ll share with you guys. When they’re ready…and when I’m brave enough. 😳

SquidHead: [Message deleted]

JazzyPlum: 😂 What was that? Don’t make fun of Star’s fanfic!

SquidHead: I didn’t! Just typed in the wrong chat! 🤦‍♂️

Stargazer: FOUL! I demand your full attention. Now you gotta share a fact!

SquidHead: Hmm. Okay. I have an extensive collection of rare comic books! Been collecting since I was 10.