Page 14 of Bad Beehavior

The front door handle rattles, snapping me out of my thoughts. Jennessa has only been gone for a short amount of time. I doubt she’s already home from her work.

Jennessa didn’t want anyone else to see me. I must honor her wishes, just in case. I transform myself into my compact form, crawling into a corner to evaluate the visitor.

The door swings open, and a man enters. I know this man. He’s the male that attacked me, Kent, I believe is his name. He’s not alone, though. There’s a female with him. She has light-colored hair and seems malnourished, her body much smaller than Jennessa’s.

“She’s at work right now. I track her on my phone, so don’t worry about it,” Kent says to the female as he shuts the door behind them.

“Are you sure? I don’t want her coming home and it turning into an episode of Jerry Springer.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I promise it’s just us. Relax.” He pulls the female close and mates her with his mouth.

The female seems to enjoy the mouth mating.

My heartbeat increases at the thought of being this close to another female, particularly one who seems to be aroused.

I crawl out from my hiding spot in the corner, trying to remain hidden. I want to look closer at this female to see if my body reacts the same way as it does to Jennessa. Part of me hopes it won’t—confirming the idea that my antennas are malfunctioning.

I’m hiding in a shadow right behind her when I realize my body remains silent. There’s no scent drawing me to her. There’s no buzzing filling my stinger with blood. I feel nothing.

Joy spurts through my veins. Jennessa must be the one. She’s my perfect target, regardless of what my antennas indicate.

Kent and the female continued the mouth-mating, their moans filling the room. He pushes her back toward the bed, removing their clothing with each step.

Normally, I would see nothing wrong with two creatures engaging in fertilization. I’ve had to observe different species committing this act throughout my time at the Academy, and it usually was a neutral-watching experience, but something about this feels wrong.

This is Jennessa’s home and her bed. I don’t like the idea of another man spilling his seed in the same fabrics she sleeps in. Kent mentioned that Jennessa wouldn’t be returning. It almost seems like he does not have permission to be here. I know Jennessa said Kent is her male friend, but this feels wrong to me. I want to interject and demand that the pair leave, but Jennessa asked me not to show myself to anyone. I must honor her wishes.

I will wait until they finish and change her bedding so it is fresh for when we pollinate later today.

Chapter 11: Jennessa

Most days at the flower shop are long. With very few customers, time seems to drag on, but today, it seemed as if I was trapped in a time warp, seconds feeling like hours.

Thankfully, no more bee men appeared, making me more confident that Bee could be real and not just a figment of my imagination. A part of me, though, wishes I was going crazy. If that were the case, I wouldn’t have to deal with being attracted to a giant, black and yellow fuzzy alien, just that I’m going through psychosis and need to be committed. A mental institution seemsmore manageable than having normal men ruined for me for the rest of my life.

At around three p.m., I’ve had enough. My body feels all itchy, and if I don’t confront the reality of my situation soon, I might explode. Maybe I just need to fuck him to get it out of my system. The thought terrifies me and thrills me at the same time. How many girls get to say they had sex with a sexy bee alien? I think it’s my duty to woman-kind to take one for the team. Thankfully, it won’t be a difficult cross to bear.

I saw the way he looked at me and felt the way his “stinger” pressed against my abdomen when he straddled me. He wants this as much as I do.

I exit the flower shop, flipping the open sign to closed when an annoying thought pops into my head.

Kent.

Fucking an alien would still be considered cheating, even if he isn’t human. My dad cheated on my mom when I was growing up, and I always promised myself I would never follow in his footsteps. Sure, I’m not married with a kid, but I wouldn’t want my boyfriend cheating on me, even if it were just with a sexy alien.

Breaking up with Kent is severely overdue. He annoys the crap out of me, and I’m just with him, so I’m not lonely. That’s not fair to either of us.

I don’t expect to be with Bee, though. I plan to get out one fuck and then send him on his way to pollinate the Earth or whatever crap he was talking about. Once he leaves, I’ll be very much alone again, with no friends. Not even a pet. Maybe I should just get a cat and stop being a little bitch. My imaginary therapist would tell me as much. Except I don’t think she’d recommend I bang the alien man. I don’t think anyone would really.

Okay, maybe I don’t fuck him. I only have one block left until I reach my apartment, so I better make up my mind quickly. If Idon’t have a plan before walking through my door, I’ll fold and hate myself for it later.

I need to break up with Kent, and I can’t just text him now before I rip my clothes off and have my way with Bee. That would be a shitty thing to do, and I can’t afford any bad karma at the moment.

I’ve made up my mind. Bee and I won’t fuck. I’ll show him around New York so we’re not alone in the apartment together, and hopefully, after that, he’ll be healed and can be on his way. I’ll break up with Kent at an appropriate time and then work on myself and my business. Look at me, being the pinnacle of maturity.

When I open the door to my apartment, I don’t see Bee right away. Dread drops into my stomach. Maybe he’s already left. It would be for the best, but I can’t help the pang of sadness at this prospect.

I turn around the corner separating my entryway from my main living space to find Bee has taken all the sheets off my bed and holds them in a ball.

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