* Change of Plans
Roz had immediately led me back to my dorm. After seeing Angelique in the communication room, I couldn't get her out of my head. I had considered blueing her, but seeing as we had never met, I reconsidered. I was also a bit intimidated. As much as I had become used to the stunning women in the lab, most of them appeared plain compared to Angelique. I didn't know how much time had passed when Roz came for me again.
"Andy, there has been a chance of plans. It's time for you to return home now." She didn't wait for me to hop down off the bed. She swooped me up in her arms, hurrying out of the room and down the hall. Soon I was alone in the room with the mesh-link. The top half of one wall was transparent, and I realized the communication lab must be on the other side. Then the door opened.
She looked very small coming through the door. In truth, she was several inches taller than I, but compared to everyone else in the lab, she was tiny. She was wearing normal fabric clothes, including a pair of jeans and sandals that looked deliberately made for my time. A black fabric collar looked somewhat conspicuous, and against her dark hair it made her appearance almost goth. She extended her hand towards me. "Andy, I'm Heather. I'll be coming with you." Still surprised, I returned the gesture. She kept a hold of my hand, and without any more conversation, she led us both in front of the mesh-link. A moment later, a bright flash, and we were back in the shed.
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"Heather? Heather!?" She was surveying her surroundings, and hardly paying attention. "Heather!? How in the world am I supposed to explain you to my father?"
She was looking a bit more deliberately at the mesh and the equipment it was attached to now. "Relax Andy. I am an exchange student you met at school." That might explain who she was, but it would take more than that for my father to let her stay with us. A few minutes later she seemed to finish inspecting the machine, and she faced me. "This room is so, dirty. Is the place you sleep as unkempt?"
"No no. This is a shed. Come with me." I pushed out of the shed, and she followed me across the backyard, down the outdoor steps, and through the private door to my basement bedroom. She watched me curiously as I slid the door closed. "This is my bedroom." She walked a circle around the room, though I have no idea what she was inspecting it for.
"Is your Father home now?" She moved towards the door.
"He should be upstairs." I listened for a moment, and I could hear the TV on and the sounds of him moving around. "Yes, he's home."
"I need to go speak with him." My phone rang. It was Sam. "It's important that you stay here. Alright? Stay here Andy."
"Sure sure. I answered the phone. "Sam! You are never going to believe what happened. You have to get over here."
"Pal. I'm sorry I didn't show. Can't today. Did you talk to that hot chick on the radio?"
"Not exactly. I mean, it's not just a radio." I considered how I was going to make this story make any sense at all. "It's some sort of transporter device. I actually went there. They said it was the future." I decided the part about them being twice my height would sound even more crazy, so I left it out.
"You what? Right. You had me for a minute there. Good one Andy."
"Seriously Sam. One of them came back with me. Get over here." Just then I noticed Heather was gone. Where was she? "Sam I have to go." I hung up the phone and rushed through the basement and up the stairs. As I turned the corner into the living room, I saw her facing my father.
"I really must insist you give me the number for your host family. We can get this all straightened out." He was standing and looking up, as she was several inches taller than he was.
"Mr. Beck. I'm sorry for this." Her hands were in her hair, and then I could see something in her hand. Something black. She took a step closer to him. From where I was, she looked almost intimately close. "Mr. Beck. I am a French exchange student. I'd very much like to stay with Andy. Can you make an exception this once and let me stay?" I could see my father nodding his head behind her, his face now holding a blank look. Then I smelled it. That smell. That beautiful, heavenly, dreamlike smell. "You may find that you like having me here, it will be like having another daughter around." She took a step back. I was walking closer to her now, closer to the smell! "Please, sit down and relax." I felt compelled as my legs collapsed and I almost landed on the floor. "Andy?" She turned, startled by the sound. My father resumed his position on his chair as she walked towards me. "I asked you to stay downstairs." She was standing over me, her scent was filling every breath. "What are you doing on the floor?"
I offered her the only answer that made sense. "You told me to sit down."
She immediately registered a puzzled look, then looked away. "But I was across the room. I was told this would require close proximity. This is very surprising." She looked down at me. "Andy, pat your head." I was pleased to do as she requested. "They said I would be more likable, not that others would do everything I said. Andy, stand up and follow me," she walked towards the basement and I did as she said, "and stop patting your head."
* Devoured
Gina stood in the doorway for a moment. I couldn't help registering a bit of shock at her stunning appearance. She was wearing a dark red dress that seemed like the mirror opposite of the one she had worn earlier. It covered up her entire front and slipped up over her shoulders, but I could see sections of skin at her sides. The way the dress was cut just short of her figure made her look even taller and thinner than she already was. She nodded at me as she entered, but didn't pause at all as she walked towards one of the medical storage vaults. "I'm stopping by to assure you are making your deposits." Before Angelique left this morning, we struck a deal that she'd allow me computer access to research my theories, if I was careful to take a new sample every two hours. As Gina opened the vault, I could see that her dress left the side of her body almost entirely exposed. Two thin lines of fabric framed above and below her otherwise naked hip. My eyes were drawn up to the side of her breast, bare except for a small sliver of fabric curling around from the front. "Looks like you're two behind." The smirk on her face was evident when she turned to face me. "Did you forget? Or did you hope she'd send me to check up on you?"
In truth I had been distracted researching the aphasic endpoints, and even moreso by the communcation I had overheard. I considered explaining, bu thought better of it. She closed the vault and headed in my direction with the look of a predator. Slow steps accentuated the fact that her legs were longer than I was tall. She set her hands on the back of my chair. I felt myself tipping backwards as she pushed it over into a reclining position. Her elbows on the armrests,her face was just inches from mine. Boxed in like this, I was starting to feel like prey. "Truthfully, I've been looking forward to seeing you." She took a deep breath, and then surprisingly, she licked me. Her actions were in deliberate slow motion. I watched her lips part as she dipped her head down and set her tongue against my chin. She slowly dragged it up across my lips, over my nose, and onto my forehead before taking another deep breath. When she spoke she was starting into my eyes again. "Mmm. How is it possible you taste so good?"
She looked above my head and then reached up for something on the desk behind me. I could see a sliver of skin where the side of her breast extended beyond the fabric of the dress. I only had a moment to leer before I was surprised by a sudden feeling of instability, as if the chair was going to slide out from under us. I reached out to catch myself, palms landing against the side of her hips. However, the chair never fell over; the crash never came. A moment later, her face was in front of me, and I could see she had retrieved a stack of the plastic collection cups from the desk. "First we need to get you back on schedule. " I was already becoming aroused from her proximity and my hands against her. "Just relax and let me take care of you little Steven." Her hand brushed across my forehead before she retreated, letting the chair return to a more upright position. She knelt in front of me, and the way the chair was boosted up left my legs spread high around her torso. She pulled at the waistline of my pants, and a moment later she was stroking me. She started intently down at her work, the collection cup already in place. "It's important that I don't get distracted this time." She wasted no time in using the mechanics of her motion to bring me close. My legs clenched around her, and a few moments later I climaxed, though I must admit it was without much satisfaction. "Ahh, there we go." Her hand kept up the motion a bit longer, and then she slipped a lid over the collection cup. It only took her a moment to place it into the medical storage vault. When she returned to stand over me, I was still lying spent on the chair. "About how long will it be before you can do that again?"
"Honestly? I'm not sure. Thirty, maybe sixty minutes. It depends." Her behavior made me feel more like property than a guest. I covered up, slipping my pants back into place.
"Let's see if we can shorten that a bit, I have a job to get back to." She leaned down, reaching around my back and under my legs. She lifted me off the chair and proceeded to carry me towards the couch. However, her steps began to slow. "What is that?" She lifted me higher, brought her face alongside mine, and inhaled. For a moment she seemed in a trance, then she resumed her walk to the couch with renewed vigor. "Steven, I don't know how you do it. Whenever I'm around you I just want you all for myself." She gently set me down on the edge of the couch, kneeling in front of me. "Steven, I want you to kiss me again. Will you kiss me?"
She was stunning and briefly looked vulnerable sitting down in front of me. Rather than answer, I put my hand to her face. Leaning in close, I set my lips against hers. The kiss was very slow at first. Gentle. Her lips were larger than mine, and I liked the way they pressed against my face. I pushed my tongue between them. I felt her respond, still gentle. A moment later she pushed her tongue into and explored my mouth. My hand was still against her face as her posture responded. She rose up on her knees. Her legs spread and straddled mine as she leaned in close against me. I had to tilt my head back and sit up straight to keep my lips locked against hers, my hand slipping to her shoulder. I took my turn and pushed my tongue back into her mouth. Her motions became more passionate as she pulled me tight against her. I felt her breasts against my chest and her crotch against my leg. I placed my free hand on her hip as she started rubbing herself against me. The more she moved, the more I held on and tried to sit tall to keep my lips in contact with hers. I felt her hand reach down between us, and for a moment I thought she was reaching for me again. Despite the excitement, it was too soon. Then I felt her dress fabric come loose and slide down between us. She straightened up, pulling my lips free of hers. She let out a gasp, and then a moan. Her head faced the ceiling, and her breasts practically landed on my lips. I suckled at her skin for a minute. Then I noticed her hand was still between us, looking down I could see her rubbing herself. A hand at the back of my head pressed my lips back against her skin. "Don't stop Steven." I heard her inhale deeply. I sucked at her nipple and lost myself in her sounds for a few minutes, until finally she let out a final signal that she had climaxed. She loosened her grip on me, and then pushed me onto my back. She was naked and impossibly sexy. "Wow. It's never felt like that before!" Her hand was still against her crotch, but moving slowly now. Her free hand slid up my leg and tested my preparedness. "You're not ready yet. Is there anything we can do besides wait?"
"You can stay right there." I could have sat and stared up at her for hours. "You could give me some encouragement." She puzzled to herself, I'm not sure she understood what I meant. "You know, be sexy. Talk a little dirty, touch yourself."
"Touch myself." Her hand moved to lift and massage her breast. "Maybe like that?" I nodded. Her other hand cupped the opposite breast. She looked down at herself as she pressed them together. "Hmm. Talk a little dirty. Maybe I could remind you how much you like kissing them."
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I could rub you all over them. Would you like that?" I nodded. She sat back, and I let my legs comply as she pulled my pants free and pressed them apart. She pulled me down against her, and then pressed my half attentive cock against her breast. I tipped my head up to watch her crunch down to slowly rub me against one breast, then the other. "There you go again, licking your lips. What does that mean?" I didn't realize I was doing it at all. When she repeated the gesture back to me, I knew exactly what I wanted. "Ohh, that got your attention. What does that mean? What do you want? Another kiss?" She repeated the motion, slower this time, drawing her tongue around her lips. "Tell me what you want Steven." At that moment there was only one thing I wanted more than to stare at her and watch her tease me.
"I want to feel your lips on me." I drew my eyes down to try and show her what I meant. She looked at me with a puzzled look. It occured to me that with no men around, she had no idea what I was trying to imply. "Just like before, when you took a sample, only with your lips and tongue." Her look became puzzled first, then curious, then she registered understanding.
"Ohh, of course. We are no strangers to oral sex. It just hadn't occurred to me. What do your women do with the fluid?" Her hand was still massaging me against her breast.
"Generally, they either swallow it or spit it out."
"Angelique is not going to be happy with the loss of another sample. This will have to be a different type of research." She sat down even lower and licked her tongue up against me once. "Like that? Ohh, I can see you like that." She slowly licked and licked. A few minutes later I was dying for her to take me into her mouth, but she just kept licking and playing. When she finally set her lips against me I was more than ready and thought I was going to burst immediately. She took it slow at first, but it was only several strokes later than I was moaning and clenching from feeling the climax close. She continued dragging me slowly in and out of her mouth until I finally came. For a moment she sat with a look of satisfaction. "That was fascinating!"
I tried to get up but she pressed me firmly against the couch. "I need to use the restroom."
"Of course." With that she scooped me up off the couch and held me against her nakedness. As she walked across the room, I heard her again inhale deeply. "Divine."