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  “I’m sorry—I’m so sorry, please…” Jan’s fingers slipped and slid against her drenched skin, probing and exploring her sex. Whimpering moans worked their way up through her throat, and Andrea felt more tears—of frustration and need rather than pain—flowing from her eyes, hot against her skin.

  Jan’s heavy arm left the small of her back and Andrea yelped as he lifted her off of his lap quickly, standing and settling her on her unsteady feet. “You will show me how sorry,” he said, his honey-gold eyes staring into hers. Jan cupped her breasts again, twisting her nipples between his fingers in a sharp movement that sent a shock wave of pain and pleasure through her body. “On your knees, little one.” He pushed down on her shoulder and Andrea tumbled down onto her already-weak knees.

  In the instant before Jan’s hands moved to his strange underwear, Andrea realized all at once what he wanted—what he was about to demand of her. She stared in transfixed fascination as Jan pulled down the cloth covering what she could only assume were his genitals, licking her lips unconsciously. What she saw moved her to utter stillness. If the member that sprung free of the non-human man’s underwear were not directed at her, it would almost be comical; huge, thick, almost bulging, it was a darker purple than the rest of his skin, utterly foreign and yet immediately recognizable. Andrea opened her mouth and then shut it quickly, shaking her head.

  “No—no, you’re—I can’t—you’re too big. I’d—I’d choke, I’d suffocate.” Jan reached down, cupping her face in his hands with surprising gentleness.

  “You will show me how sorry you are,” he said firmly. “And then if you are good, little one, I will make you come again and again.” Andrea looked again at the hard alien member only inches from her face, trying to think of how to explain to the man that it just wouldn’t be possible. “You go slowly. I will not hurt you, little one. You know this ritual.” Andrea was about to protest that she didn’t—that it was very, very far from her experience; but Jan guided his member against her lips, brushing against her skin. He was hot, and as she instinctively licked her lips, he tasted surprisingly sweet. Jan released her face, looking down at her intently. “Go slowly.”

  Andrea took a deep breath and swallowed, contemplating the task before her. Glancing up at Jan’s intent face, she steadied herself as best as her bound arms would allow and brought her lips to his member, slowly sliding them down over the hot, smooth skin. She had to open her mouth wider as she moved down, taking him in as gradually as possible. There was no way she would be able to take all of him, she knew; she breathed carefully through her nose as she began to lick and suck, wishing that her hands were free if only to give her some anchor, if only so she could wrap one around the base of him. Jan let out a sound like a groan, oddly human-sounding, and Andrea felt herself gradually getting into it more and more, thinking of the things she had done to bring previous lovers pleasure and trying them on this strange, non-human man.

  She was shocked by how sweet he tasted, by how rigid his member was, the thickness of it; the thought flickered in her mind of what it would be like to feel him inside of her. God, would he even fit? I wouldn’t be able to walk for days… She bobbed her head, taking in as much of him as she could, worshipping him with her mouth. Andrea found herself wondering just where Jan had come up with his ideas about human sexuality, where he had learned his moves, whether what was between her lips was actually his genitals or another appendage entirely. She felt him somehow becoming even hotter, even harder between her lips, against her tongue, and then Jan was shoving her back, away from him.

  “Enough, little one,” he said, his voice harsh and tense. Andrea smiled to herself, almost giggling even from the uncomfortable sprawl the shove had sent her into on the floor.

  Jan lifted her up, dropping her onto the bed in a quick, decisive movement. “I do not wish to—to lose myself in your mouth,” he said. “I want to come inside you.” His lips curved in the strange smile that Andrea was beginning to like. “But first you must be rewarded—yes?” Andrea nodded eagerly.

  “Yes—yes, reward is very important.” Jan dragged his lips along the column of her throat, nipping sharply enough against her sensitive skin enough to make Andrea tremble all over, full of anticipation and desire.

  Jan slithered down along the curves of her body, taking a moment to kiss and suck on her breasts; Andrea arched helplessly off of the bed as he sucked most of her breast into his mouth, his forked tongue wriggling around her nipple. That was a sensation she could easily get used to, she thought. He lingered just a moment at her hips, looking up at her for a heady moment before his strong hands locked onto her thighs, spreading her legs wide and pinning them down. “You may come whenever you want,” he told her, with the air of someone giving an instruction rather than permission.

  Andrea cried out as Jan buried his face against her, his tongue sliding up and down along her slick folds. Her wrists pulled and tugged at the nylon wrapped around them, and she squirmed and writhed, panting as the forked ends of Jan’s tongue moved with independent wriggles against her entrance. He found her pleasure center—though how he would have known about it was a mystery to Andrea—and she clenched her hands into fists as his tongue flicked against the bead of nerves, faster than she would have imagined possible. She felt the vibrations of sound coming from his mouth—heard something like a moan, or a groan, a sound of pleasure she couldn’t define—and in a matter of moments, Andrea was crying out again and again, nearly screaming her gratitude and praise as waves of pleasure crashed through her body.

  Before she could even regain her bearings completely, Andrea realized that her wrists were free; she heard the sound of fabric ripping, felt the constriction on her arms easing, and then Jan’s weight was pressing against her body all over. “You came well,” he murmured, his voice almost a thick, guttural purr in her ear. “Now you will come again, and make me come, right?” Andrea nodded, not entirely sure of what she was agreeing to, lost in the haze of pleasure that accompanied her orgasm.

  She came back to herself in a rush as she felt the heat and thick, stony hardness of Jan’s member pressed up against her. “Oh—oh, I…” Andrea had no time to protest or even explain as he began to slowly sink into her, inch by inch. Her mouth fell open and a shocked, not-unpleased sound pushed up through her throat as Jan pushed deeper and deeper, taking his time. She felt her body yielding to the intrusion, her muscles rippling around him, confusion and pleasure warring. It didn’t hurt, but she felt almost uncomfortably full as Jan brought his hips to meet hers, stopping when their bodies were flush.

  “You feel good, little one,” Jan told her, something like affection in his voice—or at least, Andrea heard it as affection. “You are small.” Jan frowned slightly down at her. “So small, and tight.” His hips moved and she moaned almost involuntarily, her hands reaching out to grab at his shoulders, her mouth opening to beg him—though whether she wanted him to stop or to go faster, she had no idea. “I must go very, very slow,” that seemed to amuse him; Andrea felt him starting to move again, his hips rocking slowly, every movement rubbing against her pleasure center.

  “Oh—oh, God… Jan—yes, yes, slowly…please.” Jan kissed her on the lips.

  “You are very good, little one,” he told her. “I will get you off again and again and again.” Andrea wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, pushing down to meet his thrusts, possessed of something she couldn’t name. He felt so good; once the uncomfortable, tight feeling began to fade, she couldn’t help wanting more, to feel him deeper inside of her. They moved together, Jan gradually building up speed, his hands wandering her body in curious exploration.

  In a matter of moments, Andrea was crying out again, her muscles flexing around him, her whole body convulsed with an orgasm so intense that she could barely hold onto consciousness. Jan shouted something in his own language—some combination of syllables that her frenzied mind couldn’t make out—and then she felt a flood, a torrent of heat rushing into her body. Jan thru
st into her hard and fast, making noises foreign and yet familiar and more and more heat rushed into her until it was gushing out of her, spilling onto the sheets below.

  When Andrea came back to herself, she found herself wrapped up in Jan’s strong arms; he was breathing easily, and when she tilted her head she saw that his face was utterly calm, his peculiar eyes watching her intently. She pressed her lips together. “Okay,” she said, shaking her head to clear the last of the pleasure-induced haze from her mind. “Now you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on and where you learned about everything you just did to me.” Jan stared at her for a long moment, and then began to make the noise that she had been interpreting as his laugh.

  PART TWO

  ANDREA’S FACE FELT WARM FROM the sunlight beaming in through her window. She stretched out her arms and groaned, feeling a low, throbbing headache working away at her temples. She tried to convince herself it wasn’t morning yet and pulled her pillow over her face. The events from last night flooded into her mind. She tossed the pillow next to her, opened her eyes and let out a long sigh as she stared at the ceiling.

  Images of Jan rushed through her mind. The sight of him coming out of the woods and the way he had pushed her car back onto the road. His sudden appearance right behind her. His forked tongue. His purple skin. His accent. After their tryst, Andrea had said to him, “Now you’re going to tell me what the hell is going on and where you learned about everything you just did to me.” Jan laughed and began kissing her again. He had managed to distract her from her questions, at least for a little while. Before she fell asleep, she had extracted the confession from him that he was, in fact, an alien.

  Still staring at the ceiling, Andrea reached out tentatively, her hands moving over the bed to find nothing, no one. Oh god, the last thing I need right now is to lose my mind, she thought. After swerving to avoid hitting a fox and crashing her car, the possibility that she had hallucinated the entire crazy tryst was too much.

  She sat up in her bed and looked around the room. There was absolutely no sign of Jan anywhere. Her gaze fell onto the pantyhose he had bound her wrists with. Had he really been an alien? Her stomach turned over inside of her. We didn’t use protection…she shuddered. She would worry about that later. For now, she needed to discover whether Jan was still in her house.

  She stood on unsteady feet, looking around her room until she spotted her bathrobe. It was a short, skimpy thing—but she reasoned that Jan had already seen her naked. His words from last night, in his harsh, almost guttural accent, filled her mind. “You are absolutely right that I am not from here—I am not from this planet. I cannot tell you more now. But I will tell you, little one.”

  Andrea’s heart beat faster. He had told her he was stranded and that he was a scientist, conducting experiments—what kind of experiments? She took a deep breath and cinched the robe tightly around her waist, her hands shaking slightly. She only had his story, his word for the situation he was in; he could have been lying. If she had been in his position, she would have lied. A one-night stand with an alien. The hottest damned alien I’ve ever heard of, and I can’t even tell anyone about it, or they’d put me in an institution.

  She scrubbed at her face with her hands and walked out of her bedroom. If there was no sign of Jan, she was going to go back to bed—headache be damned. She would get back to sleep and hope the next time she woke up she could just tell herself it had been a dream—some weird, psychosomatic thing from not getting laid for too long. She entered her living room, peering around with a mixture of fear, apprehension, curiosity and dread. No sign of Jan.

  As she continued to check out the rest of the house, Andrea heard a low, harsh voice, saying something that was utterly foreign. Strings of sounds that seemed composed completely of hard consonants, somehow like a mixture of German, Chinese, and Russian. The strange voice confirmed her suspicions that someone else was in her house. There was absolutely no way for her to even begin picking the words apart, if they were even words. Andrea followed the sound to her dining room to see Jan, standing at the window, looking out, half-dressed in the coverall he had worn.

  The conversation continued for several minutes, and Andrea stood a few feet away, watching him. There was unmistakable tension in his broad shoulders. He was definitely just as strange looking and gorgeous as he had been the night before. If she had had any doubts that he was not from the same planet as she was, they were quickly put to rest. Nothing other than an alien could possibly have skin that particular shade or speak such an odd, disjointed assemblage of words.

  Without warning, Jan stopped speaking, and Andrea watched as he brought a tiny device away from his ear and slipped it back into one of the coverall pockets. He turned and spotted her, his strange honey-gold eyes widening in an expression that was only too human. Andrea swallowed against the tight feeling in her throat, summoning a nervous smile.

  “You are awake, Drea.” His lips curved in a smile, as well.

  “Yeah—I… yep.” She took a few steps and half-fell into one of the seats at her small dining room table. She placed her hands on her chest as she realized that last night wasn’t a dream. It all happened. She had actually had sex, incredibly kinky sex, with an alien. Andrea took a deep breath, unaware she had been half-hoping that the whole tryst had been some kind of bizarre dream until the reality of it came crashing in on her. “Who was that you were speaking to?” She felt breathless.

  Jan took a few quick steps and sat down in the other chair at the table, taking a deep breath as if he was just as reluctant as she was. “My—colleagues, I believe you would call them.”

  Andrea nodded, “Your fellow… scientists?” she tried to remember what he had told her the night before and could recall only fragments. “You told me you needed my help to contact them.” Her brow furrowed. Obviously Jan had whatever device it was he’d just used to communicate with his kind the entire time.

  Jan’s lips twisted into a grimace. “You have many questions, I know. I have many, too… there are things I must tell you. But slowly.”

  Andrea pressed her lips together and raised one hand to forestall him. “Before you start in on your explanations, I think I am going to need coffee. A lot of coffee.” She stood, combing through her hair with her fingers and shaking her head. “Do you know about coffee?”

  Jan stared at her for a moment, as if deciphering her words, and then he nodded. “I have heard that word. It is a beverage, I think, it seems…” his eyes narrowed. “I had understood it to be some kind of stimulant.”

  Andrea nodded. “Yes. It’s particularly useful for when you’re hungover and sore and suddenly have a kinky alien in your house.”

  Jan’s lips twitched, and he smiled. “This is a common occurrence?”

  Andrea gave him a wry look and turned away, walking towards the kitchen. As he had the night before, Jan followed her into the kitchen. She could feel him watching her as she emptied the spent grounds from the coffee maker’s basket and loaded it up once more with new grounds and water, pressing the brew button with an almost angry force.

  She watched in silence as the dark liquid dripped down into the pot, unwilling to even look at Jan for the moment. Can aliens drink coffee? She wondered idly. Would he even know if he’s like… allergic to it? As the coffee finished brewing, Andrea reached up into her cupboard and took down her favorite mug. “Can you have coffee, or is it bad for you?” She didn’t quite look at Jan as she asked, one hand still among the clean mugs.

  “It is not harmful for us. I have not tried it, but I can smell that it is not poison.” Andrea shrugged and took another cup down. Part of her mind, not numb with shock, asked the pertinent question. Why, exactly, was she giving a guy who was much larger than her, who had demonstrated he was more than capable of overwhelming her, a stimulant? Scientific curiosity, I guess, she thought. She poured her cup first, adding sugar and stirring with practiced movements before she turned to the fridge.

  “I don’t…” she
sighed, shaking her head and looking up at the ceiling. “Why don’t I just pour you a cup, and you can decide if you want anything else in it?” She finally risked a glance at Jan. He looked far more amused than she was.

  “That seems like a good method,” he agreed. Andrea took a deep breath and pulled the carton of milk out, adding a dollop to her coffee and stirring it once more. She took a long sip, exhaling with satisfaction before she poured the second cup for Jan. Andrea picked up both mugs, and they went back into the dining room. She extended the un-doctored cup towards Jan, who sank down into the chair once more as soon as she was seated.

  She watched, curious, as he sniffed at the mug for a moment and then brought it to his lips, sipping cautiously. “It is not bad—what were the things you put into your cup?”

  Andrea shrugged, “Milk and sugar… they sweeten it.”

  Jan smiled, “Why do you drink something that you must sweeten?”

  “Because it’s full of caffeine, and it helps you think.” Andrea laughed.

  Jan raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, “May I taste yours?”

  Andrea hesitated for a moment, partly out of possessive desire to drink the entire cup, and partly out of a sudden spurt of fear—did Jan have some kind of alien parasite, or disease, that she could catch from him? You had him last night…you kissed him. The time for worrying about swapping bodily fluids is pretty well past. She pushed her mug across the table towards him.

  Jan sipped at her mug as cautiously as he had his own, and Andrea watched in bemused fascination as he seemed to roll the liquid around in his mouth, tasting it thoroughly. “This is too sweet,” he said, seeming to ponder for a moment. “But the richness is nice.” He hesitated for a moment before smiling broadly. “You like sweet things, I think.”