Page 9 of Whisked Away By the Alien

She kisses my cheek. “Get back inside. You’re not wearing a coat. You’ll catch cold.”

Hmm, now there’s a thought. If I catch cold, maybe a certain alien would warm me up.

When I head up the steps, my mom hums a lullaby to Sadie as they leave. I wait outside for a minute longer, to make sure she doesn’t suddenly turn around with the excuse she forgot something. I’d like to get to know Stenikov, without her barging in and ruining everything.

Once inside, I lock the door and shake the snowflakes off me before they melt. Now’s the perfect chance to spruce up a bit. I keep some clothing here for when I visit. I race upstairs to my old bedroom, quickly strip out of my sweater, throw a bra on, and change into a light green button-down shirt. I drag the brush through all my tangles then pull my hair into a neat pony tail. One last sniff of my underarms and I’m good to go.

I’m eager to continue where I left off with Stenikov, but instead of running down to the kitchen, I force myself to walk down the stairs like a lady. My mom’s voice is in my head, influencing me even though she’s not here.

As I set my hand on the kitchen door, I take a moment to compose myself. My heart’s fluttering and a kaleidoscope of butterflies has invaded my stomach. One, final, deep breath to calm myself and I push open the door.

And freeze.

“You’re naked!” I shout, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight before me. The most perfect blue moon I’ve ever seen.

With his horns raised high, Stenikov stands in the middle of the kitchen completely naked except for an apron. Apron strings dangle down his backside over a magnificent set of tight buns. I’ve had buns in the kitchen before but nothing I ever wanted to knead more than that glorious blue flesh.

When Stenikov turns to face me, I worry that he’ll have nothing on in front, but it’s an apron so at least he’ll be covered…there.

“I’m wearing the uniform you gave me for cooking. Did I put it on wrong?”

“Yes!”

“Then I will remove it and you can demonstrate.” He reaches back to untie the apron…

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STENIKOV

“No!”Golda yells, with one hand outstretched and the other covering her eyes. “Don’t undress.”

When Golda left the kitchen to speak with her mother, I shoved the zipper on my jeans down fast, at substantial risk to my cocks. I did not wish to be slow in following her instructions. Impressing this female with my ability to follow orders seems paramount for some reason. Infinitely more than the need to impress Commander Kesk.

I must temper myself though, because Earth is fraught with dangers, some quite small, such as the zipper on the jeans I wear to blend in with the human populace. Those metal teeth remind me of a visca that does not let go once it bites. Fortunately, this time the zipper parted without fighting me. My cocks sprang free, finding instant relief. After several torturous hours in the denim that I’m starting to believe is not a human invention, but a torture device of the Coalition’s making, I appreciate how the cooking uniform loosely covers my cocks, even though it fails to cover my ass.

“What are you doing?” The red in Golda’s cheeks deepens an impressive four shades.

“I will remove the apron, so you can demonstrate the correct way for me to wear it.”

“But you’re naked!”

I look down. Although my pleasure cock tents the soft fabric, I am covered. “I am not naked. Not yet.”

She swallows hard, her throat seductively undulating. I’m mesmerized and imagine her swallowing more than air.

“Turn around,” she says.

Well-aware that my bare ass somehow caused this female’s distress, I still do as she commands.

“I can…” She coughs. “…see your… um… tush.”

“Tush? I don’t know this word.”

“Derriere. Gluteus maximus. Rump. Fanny… not to be confused with the girl down the street. Buttocks. Any of these ringing a bell?”

I turn my head, angling my right ear towards the front of the home. “I don’t hear any bells.”

She laughs, a carefree and joyous sound that lifts my soul. All too easily, this female distracts me from my goals, which at the moment includes learning the meaning of the word tush and how to don the cooking uniform properly. Correcting my behavior holds the highest priority if I wish to stay with this female. If I disobey, she might send me away. Not that I fear what Commander Kesk would say, but I do not wish to leave this female. She… makes me smile.

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