Page 10 of Whisked Away By the Alien

“I didn’t mean actual bells, like on a church. I’m guessing if I say it’s a place where the sun don’t shine, you won’t understand that either?”

“My education as a youngling included planetary sciences. There are many worlds where the sun doesn’t shine much of the year due to the planet’s orbit and rotation.”

“That confirms it. Basic English it is.”

“Is what?”

“I can’t use idioms with you.”

“Ah, yes, Commander Kesk explained the misuse of words to me before I left Los Angeles. You should use them, as I need to learn as much of human culture and language as I can.”

Her eyes narrow. “Are you sure? Around here we use some Yiddish on top of English. It’s not exactly a widely used language.”

“You should behave and speak as on any other day. Please explain the termtush.”

She turns around, quite seductively, and wiggles her lush backside. My hands itch to reach out and curve over what I imagine is soft flesh.

And third, no public sex, even if it’s with your mate.

Zirkov’s words return. Although Golda and I are alone, I cannot take advantage of the female. Even if I were not a guest in her home for the week, this female deserves respect, as do all females. But this one in particular… I see something special in her.

Before I succumb to the temptation of this female, I shove my hands behind my back… and hit bare flesh as the apron only covers my front. Suddenly, I figure out what she’s been trying to tell me.

“Do you meanass?”

“Yes!” she says, wiggling hers once more.

Humans have too many words for a body part that is common to most of the universe. Though I must say, I enjoy her teaching methods. My pleasure cock approves as well, tenting the front of the apron. Her eyes follow mine to where the word BIG overlays my erect cock.

She covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. Not the reaction I expect when a female sees my interest, but I already know I’ve erred in my use of this apron.

With the promise of hot oil splashing, my instinct was to protect my cocks, not my ass. “Should I turn the apron around?”

“No!” Her hand covers mine, stopping me from untying the strings at my waist. Her touch reminds me of silk. Soft, yet strong, and it affects me in a way I did not expect. My horns rise, followed by other parts of me. More than my pleasure cock…

This cannot be! A zyanthan’s mating cock only rises for his mate. Golda cannot be my mate. She’s human. It must be an after-effect of wearing the constricting jeans for so long. Dressing will solve the problem, but I dread the idea of dressing in human pants again. They were not designed for a male with two cocks.

When Zirkov advised I dress like the humans, I may have misunderstood. He was speaking in English at the time. Now that I recall, he was wearing the comfortable pants of a zyanthan warrior, not jeans.

To reach down and touch my mating cock, to see if it’s rising as I suspect, would not be appropriate, even if she is my mate. I need a distraction, something that takes my mind off the lovely female whose eyes are full of life.

“Perhaps you should demonstrate the use of the apron for me, Commander.”

The corners of her mouth kick up again. She likes when I call her commander. I will have to be careful not to call her that in front of anyone else. Zirkov might consider it disrespectful if he ever discovered I call a civilian by a title he’s worked hard to earn.

“Okay, Sten. Let’s start over. Watch me.” She takes the strings of another apron and wraps them around her lovely waist to tie in back.

“The apron goes over your clothing. See? To keep your clothes from getting ruined.”

I see my error all while I find myself jealous of that apron, hugging her form so nicely. I should have asked for a demonstration from the start.

“Thank you for explaining.” Maybe I’m stalling since I’ll have to put my pants back on, but this desire to flirt with her is too great, too pressing. I want to hear her laugh again and see her smile, and I know how to do it. “To be clear, you wish me to dress in my clothing again?”

“Yes.”

“It’s cooler like this.”

“I bet it is.” A tiny smile appears, but then her eyes shoot to the door. “My mother wouldn’t understand, and I have no idea when she’ll return. I still have to convince her having an alien here is okay, and that will be easier if you have clothing on.”

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