Alien Romance: Interview with an Alien (Football Paranormal Invasion Abduction Alpha Sci-fi Romance) (Fantasy First New Adult Contact Science Fiction Mystery Sports Alien Short Stories) (20 page)

*****

Darrius sat there, alone. He took a deep breath. He looked at the empty seat across from him.

He hadn’t expected this.

Asha was obviously a strong woman. But he hadn’t expected her to challenge him right out of the gate. She sat directly across from him, looked in his eyes and called him out.

Yes, he stole the wallets. And she knew it.

But for some reason, it seemed to turn her on. He had no idea why. Well, it happened to other women. But he wasn’t expecting it to happen to her.

Now she asked him to meet her in the bathroom.

He couldn’t believe his luck.

Briefly, he considered it might be a trap. Maybe the FBI were waiting back there for him, but was selling pirated CDs outside of liquor stores worth this honey trap?

Darrius took a deep breath.

Of course, he went for it. There was no way he was not going back there, no matter what was waiting on the other side. He saw the red occupied sign on one door. He boldly knocked on the door. Soon the door was unlocked and he pushed it open, just enough to slip inside and see what was waiting for him on the other side.

Asha was seated on the sink. Her dress seemed to be straining at all the right places. He looked at her and he immediately wanted to rip her dress right off.

“Hi,” she said.

He stepped over to her in one movement. She tilted her head up towards him. It was clear she knew exactly what she was doing. He kissed her, hard. His lips pressed against hers, covering her mouth with his. She kissed him back, leaning against the faucet and the mirror, drawing him in. He nudged her legs apart but they were trapped by the dress. So he hiked her dress up to her thighs and forced her knees apart. She gave a moan against his lips.

He was still kissing her, aggressively. His lips were moving against hers, working her lips apart with his tongue. He licked his way into her mouth. His tongue brushed over hers, back and forth. He liked the way she was pressing her tongue back against his. There was something aggressive in her kiss that he liked. He pulled away just enough to take a sharp breath and then he bit down gently on her lower lip. She moaned.

Darrius loved the sound. He pushed her further back against the sink and slid his hand under her thigh, under her dress. He could feel her smooth skin down there, the warmth. When his fingers groped the inside of her thigh, she gasped and shivered. He was holding her securely with one arm while she moaned under his touch.

It was incredibly hot.

Her legs were around him. He could feel her heels slicing the air. Soon, his hand was in between her legs. Asha moaned louder. She wasn't shy about it. He could feel that she hadn’t been touched in a long time so he wanted to do a damn good job.

He could feel the dampness through her panties. He rubbed over her silk underwear for a couple of moments before pushing it aside. Her bare womanhood was even better, slippery and soft beneath his fingertips. She moaned louder, one of her heels hitting the floor with a clatter. He was sure someone would hear them from the outside. He also didn’t care. The door was locked. He wasn’t coming out until he finished the damn thing.

*****

“Oh Darrius,” Asha breathed. That was all he needed to keep going. He slowly pushed a finger inside of her. It was tight and she was needy, squirming against his hand. Her moans were coming in soft pants, her breathing erratic. He added another finger and her body squirmed more. She loved it. He could tell from the way her body was warm and trembling. He looked over her like that. She was completely losing control and it was so nice to see.

He moved his fingers in and out of her, shallowly at first and then deeper. As he did so he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses up her neck, aiming for her jaw line, kissing up until he found her mouth again and kissed her there heatedly.

Asha tried to kiss him back the best she could but she was still moaning so he mostly rubbed his open mouth against hers and swallowed her moans. They tasted delicious.

She was still squirming and bucking her hips from his fingers inside of her. He thought she was probably ready for the real thing. He pulled his fingers out slowly and rubbed them together. She was so hot. His member was hard and throbbing inside of his slacks. It definitely needed a release.

Asha slipped to her feet once he was out of her. She sensed his dilemma right away. Darrius moaned as her hands traveled over his sensitive body and she cupped a hand over his bulge. His hips jerked forward and he groaned from deep in the back of his throat. Asha smiled as she worked on getting his pants undone. Her smile was beautiful.

But her hands were even better.

Soon she was kneading him through his underwear. His manhood did not need any more coaxing. He could see that wet spot forming right there on the front of his light gray underwear. Asha seemed amused by it all. She slid her hand inside his underwear and he heard her gasp. Yes, he had heard it from women before. He was quite large. But he knew that she could handle it. He would make sure of it.

He glanced down at her to make sure she wasn’t scared off. Asha met his eyes, wrapping her fingers around him and giving him a squeeze, with a naughty look on her face. He groaned again.

“So big…” She breathed in the heated space between them. Then she was easing his underwear off his body and he was exposed to the world. He watched his member spring up, free of his boxer shorts. Asha stroked him, her hand straining to work him up and down. But he wanted more than that.

“How are you feeling?” He asked in a throaty voice. Asha smiled and leaned in to kiss him once again. They were caught up in a clash of lips, tongue, the nip of teeth every now and then. He could get used to it, no doubt about that.

But his member ached. He wanted more and he wanted it right then. When they finally pulled away to breathe, Darrius took a small step back.

“I want you,” he said in a deep voice. “Turn around.”

Asha looked him over once again before she complied. Darrius stood behind her and bent her over the sink. He watched her lean forward, her round ass in the air. It was the perfect ass, something you could grab two handfuls of and hold onto.

Darrius rolled the condom on. He knew Asha could tell by the latex snap and also by the way she watched him in the mirror. He loved her eyes on him, unabashedly looking over everything he had to offer her.

Once he was prepared, Darrius pushed up Asha’s dress all the way. He curled over her hips, exposing her ass, clothed in the black panties. He pulled down the damp panties and let them fall to the floor, between Asha’s ankles. Now her ass was exposed. He gave it a gentle smack to watch it wiggle. Wow, it looked amazing.

“Ohhhh…” Asha moaned, needing him. “Come on, Darrius.”

He didn’t need to hear another word. Darrius grabbed Asha’s hips, his eyes locked on hers and she looked at him over her shoulder and pushed himself inside.

She felt amazing. Darrius had to stop for a moment and just savor the way her body felt around his. It was like a perfect fit, even if they were in a restaurant bathroom. This was magic.

But then Asha’s moan brought him back to reality. She wanted him in an incredible way. He could feel it radiating from her body. He pushed himself in deep with a grunt. Asha moaned louder. He loved all her sounds. They were addictive. He pulled himself out, only to push back in even further this time, now that he knew she could take it.

Asha bent over the sink, further.

“Take me,” she panted. “Take me, Darrius. Please.”

Darrius didn’t have to be told twice.

Soon, he had found his rhythm, driving deep inside her. In and out, thrusting back and forth. His hips hit the cushion of her ass each time with a soft smack. He grunted, feeling himself pushing deep inside. His fingernails dug into her skin. She slapped the porcelain base of the sink and cried out for more.

He was going to give it to her. He wasn’t the type who backed down. Darrius kept going harder. He could feel her trembling all around him. His manhood throbbed inside her, hot and ready to go. Faster and faster. They were moving together. Asha could take it and she wanted it bad, hard and deep. He gave it to her like that every time. She was crying out his name, over and over again. Darrius. Darrius. Darrius!

It turned him on so much.

He went harder than ever before. He felt like the sink was shaking beneath her. All he could hear were his strokes and her groans. He cried out every time he hit it in the right spot. Over and over again. He could feel the pressure growing. It was going to be soon. He couldn’t hold off much longer.

Then he felt her orgasm rip through her body as Asha cried out. Her whole body tensing and trembling beneath him. He wasn’t too far behind. He felt an explosion of pleasure as he came into the condom buried deep inside him. It was the hardest orgasm he’d had in a while. He couldn’t help it. He shouted her name.

The echo of his bellow reverberated off the bathroom walls.

He pulled out of her with a groan. Asha turned around, sweaty and disheveled. She looked the hottest he had ever seen her. He pulled her in for a long, hot, deep kiss.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“Um, hello,” a timid voice said from the other side. “I’m the manager here. Hi. Uh, we’re going to have to ask you to leave. Immediately.”

Darrius caught Asha’s eye. They both burst into laughter.

*****

A week later, Darrius stood in front of the entire student body of Wayland high. He was wearing a suit and tie. He didn’t look like a criminal. Until he opened his mouth.

“The first time I stole something, I was seven,” Darrius said. “Was in the store. I wanted a candy bar. I took it. I didn’t stop. But I’m here to tell you, there’s a better way.”

Asha stood in the back of the gym listening to Darrius speak to the students. Raelynn stood next to her, shaking her head. She muttered quietly, “I honestly can’t believe you hit that in a restaurant bathroom… and got kicked out.”

Asha just smiled.

“There’s nothing noble about this life,” Darrius said at the end of his speech. “Stealing doesn’t lead to anything good. Well, I take that back.”

Darrius looked up and caught her eye. Asha felt her heart skip a beat.

“Stealing is only good,” Darrius said, eyes still locked on her own. “When you steal a beautiful woman’s heart.”

THE END

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Bonus Story 6 of 24

Marla loved the sound of coffee percolating. With each new gurgle, the aroma wafted through the kitchen giving the morning a sense of newness and freshness. She remembered the day she had found the antique in a high cupboard. Neither Jason nor Laird knew what to make of the thing and so she demonstrated.

“You fill the pot with water,” she said. “Then you put the grounds in this basket, see. Then you set it on the stove to boil.  And you just keep watching that little bubble on top until it’s the color you want, and there you go.”

Laird pondered a moment, and then said, “But the coffee maker over there will produce the precise blend and flavor that you want almost instantly.”

“Yeah, but it’s not as much fun,” Marla said.

“I will never quite understand why humans are so enamored of manual labor.”

“Sometimes,” Jason put in, “how you make something can be a satisfying as what you make.”

“Percolated coffee, for example,” Laird asked.

“Let megive you another example,” Jason said with a smirk. “The other day I read where the Swiss just invented a machine that’ll give you a long, slow orgasm; no muss, no fuss and you don’t have to gohome in the cold.”

“I don’t understand your analogy,” Laid said.

Marla giggled. Jason smiled. And so right there on the kitchen floor the two demonstrated the difference to the alien Hroth. That morning the coffee burned.

Marla chuckled to herself at that memory. She poured her first cup and looked out to the bright summer morning. The air was still and the day promised to be another warm one. She missed air-conditioning, but that was a small price to pay for living away from the troubles of the world.

Laird was off studying birds again. She had no idea where Jason was. He had mentioned something the night before about going into town to get some chicken feed and had left before she woke. No matter, he’d be home when he was hungry.

“Morning Marla,” a voice called from the porch. “Happy Garbage Day.”

“Janet!” Marla said with a smile. “Is it Thursday already?”

Janet opened the screen door and strode into the kitchen. Her postal uniform was clean and crisp and despite the unflattering shorts and shirt, the woman still looked lovely. Marla though that she could wear a hospital gown and be alluring. Janet carried a bundle of mail wrapped with thick rubber bands.

“Something came up,” Janet said, “so I’m a day early this week.”

“Come in. Sit. Coffee?”

“Thanks kindly.”

Janet sat and Marla poured her a cup.

“So what have you got for us today?” she asked.

“The usual.”

They never got real mail at the old farmhouse. Anyone who knew where they were used wave-mail or texts, and so anything that came by post was trash. Janet knew that the junk mail never made it into the house and so would hold it all in piles for them, and then deliver a week’s worth on what she called Garbage Day. She had the mail sorted into categories; grocery flyers, insurance offers, store sales and the like. She also took care to make special bundles for the hardware and lingerie catalogs. Marla sat with her coffee and snatched up the latest
Lovely in Lace
.

“Do you think,” she said leafing through, “that these girls actually exist? I mean they’re so perfect, they have to be computer generated or something.”

“I don’t know,” Janet said. “They probably work on ‘em a lot, the pic I mean. But there’s plenty of beautiful girls out there. I mean look at you, you may be petite but you fill a bra nicely.”

“Are you hitting on me again?”

“Kinda.”

“What would Rachael say?”

“She wouldn’t say anything,” Janet said with a grin. “She would smile and—“

“I get it. Maybe someday. But look at this . . . can you believe the price?”

“Um, Marla?”

Marla looked up. There was a strange look on Janet’s face.

“There’s also this,” the woman said handing Marla an envelope.

It was small, maybe half the size of a greeting card, pink and the address was written in an elegant flowery hand. Taking it up Marla smelled roses.

“There’s – there’s no return address,” Marla said. “Who’s it from?”

“Dunno,” Janet said with a shrug. “It was in my pile this morning. I thought that you’d want it, so I came a day early.”

“What is it?”

Janet looked at her flatly. Marla looked the letter. It was delicate and feminine, but there was something different about it, something that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She started to tear into the pretty thing, but she thought that such an elegant envelop wanted a proper opening. She slit it open with a steak knife and as she did the scent of roses wafted stronger. Inside was a neatly folded slip of paper. Marla opened it and read;

Mistress Vanessa Kitteredge requests the honor to call on Dr. Marla Alyona Navarro on Thursday at 2:00 o’clock in the afternoon.

Marla read the thing twice. Her guard went up immediately. Thursday was tomorrow.

“Who is Mistress Vanessa Kitteredge?” Marla asked.

“Dunno,” Janet said leafing through the sleepwear section. “That name, Kitteredge … that’s an old Yankee name. From Maine I think. Isn’t there a Kitteredge bank or something?”

Marla shrugged.

“What is it?” Janet asked.

“It’s an invitation,” Marla answered. “Sort of.”

“Okay. Anyhow it’s your business. But would you look at this peignoir set. I love purple.”

Over the next cup of coffee, the two paged through the catalogs and chatted as women will do. But all the while Marla had an uneasy feeling.