The Visitor

When Barbara woke up she assumed it would be a day pretty much like every other day. It was a Wednesday, the middle of the work week. Where most people tend to say they hate Mondays it was always Wednesdays that Barbara liked the least. It seemed somehow unfair to her that after busting her butt for two days she still had three more days to go. Mondays were usually good; she was refreshed and happy to take on the challenges of work. Tuesdays were generally light since she had cleared away all the beginning of the week nonsense. Thursdays and Fridays were a mixed bag, either everyone was winding down and sliding through to the weekend or the place was in panic mode to solve a crisis before Saturday. No one wanted their weekend ruined by unexpected work. By for some reason Wednesdays were almost always bad days. In fact it was usually a Wednesday issue that threw Thursday and Friday into panic days.

That particular Wednesday though had started off very well for Barbara. She awoke feeling refreshed a few minutes before her alarm was due to ring. She hated the jarring awakening she got from an alarm clock. Outside the weather was beautiful. It was a sunny warm early spring day in contrast to the rainy cold morning the weather channel had predicted. After her shower her usually difficult long brown hair easily fell into an attractive look. The outfit she selected fit well and looked good. This was confirmed in her mind by the appreciative good natured whistle she got from the nice gentleman that lived across the hall. There was even a cab waiting at the front of her building when she emerged into the city that day. As the yellow hack whisked her though the light traffic toward her office she thought that maybe Wednesdays weren’t so bad after all.

That thought quickly disappeared when she was thrown forward by the sudden panic stop of the cab. As her head bounced off the seat in front of her she looked up to see a fireball streaking past the city sky line. In another instant it disappeared. Fortunately, it had landed harmlessly in the river. A cloud of steam quickly replaced the glow of the object’s fiery trail. Though no real damage had occurred the sudden stoppage of traffic had left cars pointed in odd directions. The resulting snarl would take hours to untangle. Since she was only a few blocks from her office so she paid the cabbie and started walking.

Once at her office it became apparent that no work would be getting done that day. Everyone was a buzz about the meteor, or comet, or space junk, or UFO that had landed in the river. However, the combined efforts of NASA, the CIA, the FBI, the NSA, city and state authorities could not find even a tiny piece of anything to suggest a solid object had impacted the river. A NASA spokesman theorized that whatever was at the center of the fireball crystallized on impact with the cold water. After which it must have simply dissolved. Of course the search was ongoing and water samples would be tested for unusual contaminates. However, in the opinion of the country’s best scientists there was no cause for concern.

As is generally the case with such things by the weekend the incident was all but forgotten. Most people had moved onto the next news item. There were of course a few scientists still investigating the phenomenon, as well as many UFO conspiracy theorists that tried to keep the story going on the internet. The UFO folks as usual were dismissed as fruitcakes for the most part. The scientists as usual worked in relative obscurity. One of the scientists, Dennis Appleton had begun perusing the UFO blogs. He was convinced that the object that plunged into the river was not a natural occurrence. He had evidence that showed that it did not follow a trajectory that was consisted with a meteorite or even a piece of space junk. He also found it impossible to believe that an object producing a fireball of the size reported could have instantly dissolved. The fact that not even a trace of any unusual compounds was found in any water samples was further proof that it had not dissolved.

However, since Dennis had twice made claims that turned out to be incorrect due to the use of faulty evidence while studying for his PhD, the mainstream scientific community was not interested in the young researcher’s opinions. He knew that if there was a danger out there he would need to find solid evidence before he could sound the alarm. Dennis hoped he wouldn’t be too late. He had already checked every non-classified radar scan he could access to determine if there had been a missile launch or air craft mishap that could account for the object. He knew even a crashing plane might still be under a brave pilot’s guidance. There was no evidence of a plane crashing. There was certainly no evidence of any missiles being launched. However, he knew that such things were often kept secret by the government.

He also knew that some of the bloggers had ways to access things that the government thought were secure. But the blogs contained nothing to suggest that a missile had been launched anywhere in the required time frame. Dennis was convinced that the object had to be of extraterrestrial origin. He was equally certain that it was somehow being hidden. What he needed to discover was how and by whom. It was conceivable that it was his own government that was hiding the remains of the object. Even though he wasn’t a big Area 51 conspiracy type, he had no doubt that the government might do such a thing in a misguided attempt to protect the people. However, he was leaning toward the idea that some superior intelligence had arrived on Earth. Somehow they were hiding their conveyance.

Meanwhile, down river an unassuming gentleman had arrived almost unnoticed in the suburban village of Radcliff. The stranger simply blended in with the small throng of antique hunters that descended on Main Street almost every spring weekend. Though there were still a few real antique shops in the business district most of the store fronts had been converted to trendy places trying to get city folks to leave more money in the quaint village. The stranger stopped in a few of the shops as he walked along the street. He purchased an item or two here and there. The only thing at all unusual about the man was that he paid with cash instead of plastic. Few folks actually carried much cash preferring the ease of electronic payment. But no one paid much mind that all of the bills he used were so new it was almost as if he had plucked them directly from the press. After meandering along the street for a time he came to The Olde Town Boarding House.

In the days when the city street car line ended at Radcliff the old place had been a true boarding house. It was home to a number of young women who worked as typists or seamstresses or the like in the city but wanted the safety of living outside of town. The street cars didn’t run any longer and young women seldom sought such accommodations. The place had been converted to a bed and breakfast. In the summer it was usually very busy. It had become a popular place with young couples that thought it was a romantic spot to fuck. The owners had had to add some sound proofing to the walls in recent years. The visitor knew nothing of these things but it seemed to him a good place to rest before moving on. He paid cash in advance for three days use of a third floor room in the front corner of the house. From the windows of that room he could see almost anything that happened in the village center.

When Barbara discovered that the sunny warm weather was continuing into the weekend she decided to get out of the city for a couple of days. Work was slow so her boss happily agreed to Barbara taking a couple of days of her back vacation. She was pleased that her life-long best friend was up for a reunion. Barbara had grown up in Radcliff. Her friend Cheryl still lived in the old neighborhood. Barbara hadn’t been back to her hometown in two years. After her parents retired to Florida she just didn’t have a reason to make the effort. Cheryl came into the city regularly and most of the rest of her old friends had drifted far and wide.

As she made the leisurely drive along the palisades down Riverside Parkway, Barbara thought about the little village where she had grown up. Though it had changed over the years it was still the same basic small town. There was still a sandy beach on the river. Conservation and clean up efforts had once again made it safe to swim there. Riverland, the states oldest amusement park had been renovated and was reopened after ten years of abandonment. The city fathers had stubbornly refused to sell the place. With the influx of weekend tourists they managed to convince the local business community to invest in the park’s rebirth. Of course it didn’t have any big new modern fancy rides. It was just a simple place to have fun in a small town. The carousel was over a hundred years old; the Ferris wheel shaky enough to cause a young man’s date to snuggle close; and the roller coaster was so rickety it rattled the rider’s teeth. The snow cones, funnel cakes and other treats were still homemade the same as they were in the 1890’s.

The nicest thing about Radcliff was that it had avoided the fate of so many outer suburbs of the city. It had not become just another bedroom community with scores of tract houses filling acres of leveled land. You could count on your hands and toes the number of new houses that had been built in the Radcliff area in the last thirty years and have digits left over. There had never been a real highway there and the street car line was not replaced by subway.

Barbara felt a rush of excitement as she turned off the parkway onto Radcliff Drive. She was surprised when she encountered a barricade preventing her turning onto Main Street. The friendly Village policeman explained that Main Street had to be closed to cars on weekends for safety. It took Barbara a minute to recognize her old junior high boyfriend Chuck Stevens all grown up in his uniform.

“Chuck?” She asked more than said.

“Do I know you?”

“Well if you are Chuck Stevens you do. I am Barbara Kelly.”

“Oh my god! Barbara! It has been a long time.”

“Yeah sure has. I thought you moved away.”

“I did. Became a cop in Michigan. Hated the work and happened to see an ad for a job here in Radcliff. Been on the village force for three years. I should have never left. Hey why don’t you park in the lot down the block? I am due a break, we could get some coffee or something and catch up.”

“Sounds good, want to ride along?”

He got in the passenger side of her mid-size BMW.

“Nice car. I guess you are doing alright for yourself?”

“I suppose. I have a pretty good job in the city at a big accounting firm. But it is just being single that lets me afford luxuries like this car. How about you, are you married?”

“Divorced. Jumped in too quick and it didn’t last long.”

They found a spot and walked up toward the growing throng that was milling about the shops, restaurants and coffee bars of the old downtown area.

“Wow sure wasn’t like this when we were kids,” She remarked.

“No, big changes now that Radcliff is a tourist Mecca,” He replied with chuckle, “You remember Mrs. Davidson’s General Store?”

“Of course that is where you took me on our first date for a soda.”

“Wow you remember that? Anyway, it is a Starbucks now with rooms to rent upstairs.”

“Um let’s skip that. I see enough of those in the city.”

“Ok, Feller’s Ice Cream Shop is still the same. I can get you a soda there.”

“Very cute Chuck. How come you and I broke up?”

“We were fourteen. We had other fish to fry.”

“Well to tell you the truth I haven’t fried any lately,” She said giggling.

“That’s hard to believe Barb. You growed up real purty!” He said with a put on accent.

“You sure aren’t no skinny little kid any more yourself.”

It had been a long time since she had such a comfortable easy conversation with a man. It had also been a long time since she had gone to bed with a man. Not for lack of opportunity however. She had plenty of men interested. But those that weren’t married just didn’t do anything for her and she wasn’t the type to screw another woman’s man. Before the recent self-imposed dry spell she had had a series of unsatisfying sexual encounters. She told herself she had just gotten tired of the game. The truth was that she simply couldn’t seem to connect with anyone. As she took Chuck’s arm she wondered if he might be able to light a fire in her crotch for a couple of nights. She knew that she needed to be fucked.

As they set in the ice cream shop sipping their sodas Chuck asked, “How long you going to be in the village?”

“Just a couple of days. I took a mini vacation.”

“You staying at your folks?”

“No, they moved to Florida a couple years ago. I am supposed to be at Cheryl Darnell’s house just about now.”

“Oh yeah I ran into her the other day. There are only a few of the old gang around here anymore. I knew your parents had moved but the records still show that they own the house.”

“They are renting it out. The Robertson’s are using it for storage I think. I am pretty sure my parents are hoping I will change my mind and decide to live there myself. Hey I really enjoyed seeing you again. Hate to go but Cheryl will start worrying soon.”

“I got to get back to work myself. Maybe we can finish catching up later.”

“I would like that. Now you going to walk me back to my car officer?”

“Might be better if you walked to Cheryl’s and picked up the car later. Take you forever to go around the village with all these tourists…hey I got an idea. Give me your keys and I will bring your car over after I get off duty.”

“You sure you don’t mind?

“No, that way I can be sure to see you again. No sense in you going all the way around town when you are a five minute walk from her house.”

She handed him her keys and they headed in separate direction. She smiled as she thought how nice it was to be back in a place where she had no worries about handing her car keys to another person. She sure wouldn’t hand her car keys to someone she hadn’t seen in twelve years if she was in the city.

The visitor looked out the window of his room surveying the people that were milling around Main Street. A woman who was heading up the street seemed to have an unusual bounce in her step. Most of the people were seemingly moving without purpose just ambling from store to store. But the pretty brown haired woman that caught his attention clearly had a destination in mind. She also had a different look on her face than most. She was not searching for anything. He wondered if she had found what she came for. He wondered if perhaps he had found what he had come for. She was still too far away for him to get the answer to either question. She turned down a side street a block away. He had to get closer to her.

He hurried from his room and all but flew down the stairs. He would have liked to move faster down the block but the crowd might have taken notice. At a normal pace the nondescript visitor was practically invisible. By the time he turned the corner she was already two blocks ahead of him. Far too much distance for his senses to discern anything. He closed the gap as quickly as he dared. If he alarmed her he would gain nothing; her mind would close to him. She disappeared out of sight down another street. He could freely more forward. But even with his fleet footedness she was still a half a block away when he reached the corner. The tendrils of his mind could only touch the surface of her thoughts. He knew that she was happy; she was visiting a friend; she was excited, but not over the visit. Something very nice had just happened to her. Suddenly he felt the rush of pure bliss he felt the previous night when he had awoken to strange very unhumanlike sounds coming from the room next him. These creatures clearly possessed previously unknown powers. He had to learn the source.

He tried to will her to stop but he was still inches too far away to take control of her. She was at her destination. Another female appeared. He couldn’t risk trying to control them both. Though the creature’s intellects were far inferior to his he had already discovered that the female’s emotional strength provided a daunting challenge. In the short time he had been on earth he had grown increasingly puzzled over the paradox of human society. It seemed incongruous that a male dominated order had thrived when the female clearly had the greater capacity to control. The creatures had not yet learned that brawn was irrelevant when it came to true power. He wondered if the ancient forerunners of his own species had been like that before they morphed into complete asexual beings. He knew that his mission would soon require him to use the odd looking sex organs of his humanoid body. But he was not certain if he would be able to experience long dormant feelings.

The visitor passed by the two females nonchalantly. They took no notice of him. That played well into his needs. He was able to dig deeper into the darker haired one’s mind. He was pleased that she was ripe and desirous of coupling with a male. He was disturbed by two other sensations he felt. One came from the blond woman. It was not male genitalia that seemed to be at the core of her strong desires. She had a sexual attraction to the other woman. He did not understand what the purpose of such a thing could be. Two females could not procreate, yet the blond seemed to want to do things with the dark-haired one that would be expected to lead to procreation. He decided that too would need further study. However, it was the sensation that came from within his humanoid form that disturbed him the most. His body’s genitals were changing slightly without his having willed any morphing. It seemed that humans were not in complete control of their actions. This terrified him because that made the species dangerously unpredictable. The visitor circled the block and passed unnoticed as he quickly returned to his room.

After spending a few minutes talking in the front yard Cheryl led Barbara into the house. There was no need to offer a tour. Barbara had spent nearly as much time in that house as she had her own which was on the next block.

“Where is your car and luggage?” Cheryl asked confused.

“That my dear friend is a bit of a tale.”

“Well than let us go into the kitchen and get a drink while you tell your tale.”

They set at the kitchen table drinking wine while Barbara told Cheryl about running into Chuck and the traffic. Cheryl was a bit disappointed to hear her old friend talk about the possibilities of romance with officer Chucky as she called him. Cheryl had known she was a lesbian since she knew what sex was. She had never gotten over her crush on her best friend and still held out hope of one day bedding Barbara. The longer Barbara stayed unmarried the better chance Cheryl thought she had of realizing her dream. Because she was afraid it would push Barbara away, Cheryl never discussed her sexual orientation with her friend. Cheryl’s flirting had never registered with Barbara nor had Cheryl’s lack of male dates ever raised suspicions. It just never occurred to Barbara that her friend was gay.

They were on their second bottle of wine by the time Barbara finished catching Cheryl up on the latest chapter of her version of Sex and the City. In Barbara’s case the tale mostly involved very bad pick up lines and occasionally worse sex. The wine, Barbara’s obvious horniness and Cheryl’s long unrequited desires combined to embolden the blond. She reached for Barbara’s hand as she spoke haltingly.

“Sweetie, there are ways to scratch that itch that don’t involve a dick.”

“Um what are you trying to say?”

“Wow, I don’t know any way to say this but straight out. I am gay. I have loved and wanted you for longer than I can remember. I can make you forget about every bad fuck you ever had.”

“Cheryl, that isn’t possible. I would have known. I have never been closer to anybody.”

“You would have known if you paid attention. Shit, how many guys have I told you about and how many have you told me about?”

“But you dated all the time when I lived here.”

“Yeah and I even fucked some of them, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am a lesbian. Damn even when Tommy Adams was screwing me I felt nothing!”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I did what I thought I was supposed to do. Every girl in town wanted Tommy, but I got him.”

“Oh fuck, why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I tried to hint, but I was too afraid to tell you or anyone. You know how it is in this town? I would have been crucified.”

“But you could have trusted me. I would never hurt you.”

“I couldn’t know that. All you ever did was talk about boys and cock.”

“I am sorry; I wish I was a better friend so you could have trusted me.”

“Oh god no, you were and are the best, Barbara. It was the time and place.”

Both women had tears streaming down their faces at that point.

“Cheryl I have to tell you that I have never even thought about gay sex. I don’t think..er..um.. Have you ever..”

“Yes I have licked some cunt if that is what you are trying so hard to ask!”

Barbara was shocked at her friends tone and choice of words.

“Please don’t be mad because I don’t have the same desires as you.”

“I am sorry, I am not mad at you really. I don’t expect you to suddenly want to have sex with me because I announce I am a lesbian. I have just always hoped that someday we might. I don’t know you not getting married seemed like maybe there was something hidden in you too.”

“Cheryl, you never found a woman you wanted to make more permanent arrangements with?”

“I got close a time or two, but it s hard to make a relationship work when you are in love with someone else besides your partner. Maybe now that you have turned me down I can put out my torch and find someone.”

“Oh god I wish you had said something years ago so it wouldn’t have come to this. I hate that I am hurting you.”

Before Cheryl could respond there was a loud knock at the door.

“Fuck, I don’t want to see anyone now!” Cheryl complained.

There was another bang and Chuck yelled through the door, “Open up it’s the cops!”

“Damn it is Chuck with my car and stuff,” Barbara whispered.

“Go let him in while I wash my face. We can finish this later.”

They hugged and went in separate directions. When Barbara opened the door Chuck was standing there with a suitcase in one hand and big bag in the other getting ready to kick the door again.

“Damn Barb, what took so long? You gals need to hide the stash?”

“Shit, silly boy, I gave that up years ago,” She said automatically shifting into flirting mode.

Despite her conversation with Cheryl, Barbara was still hoping to find out what it was like to ride Chuck’s nightstick now that he was full grown. The first time around they hadn’t gone beyond kissing. She took the suitcase and asked him what was in the bag.

“Dinner for three. I hope you hadn’t made plans yet.”

“I don’t have any but we will have to ask Cheryl.”

“Ask me what? Hi Chucky,” Cheryl said seemingly her old self.

Barbara figured it was just a good act. But she was still grateful her friend managed to pull herself together.

“Hey hot stuff. I went to Donny’s grill and picked up a little romantic dinner for three. What do you say?” Chuck asked with a wink.

“I don’t know about romantic but I am always up for Donny’s cooking. I hope you got barbeque and slaw.”

“That along with beans and tater salad ma’am.”

“Good deal! You want a beer with that, Chucky?”

She had been the only one to call him Chucky when they were kids. When he came back to town she just fell back into the nickname. He was the only boy that she had ever considered a real friend. Because of that she had rebuffed every romantic advance he made. She thought that he would likely have been a pleasant enough fuck. But she only fucked for show and didn’t want to hurt him.

“Please.”

“Barbara can you grab some plates from the buffet while I get the drinks? You want beer or more wine?”

“Sure. I better stay with the wine and maybe a glass of water. I seem to be getting tipsy.”

As Cheryl walked away Chuck observed mostly to himself that he should have married that fine piece of ass and stayed in Radcliff.

“Chuck Stevens! Did you forget I was in the room?”

“Sorry just musing about old times.”

“Well I don’t think you had a chance then or now. But if you play your cards right there could still be some romance in your immediate future.”

“Well I suppose you do deserve first dibs. After all you were the first girl ever let me touch her boob,” He said with a smirk.

“I never!”

“Yes you did. I guess it wasn’t as memorable for you. Senior year I was taking Milly Sims to the prom. I was sure she was going to at least let me feel her up. When I told you I had never touched a girl’s breast and was afraid I would mess up you let me practice a feel on you.”

“Oh shit, Chucky that was you first feel. Fuck 18 and through a padded bra!” Cheryl said with a laugh as she came in with a tray loaded with drinks.

“I really had forgotten. I hope Milly appreciated my hard work,” Barbara said laughing too.

“I guess she did. I got laid prom night,” Chuck added unashamedly.

“You waited long enough to dip your stick, Chucky,” Cheryl teased enjoying the diversion of talking old times.

“Well I was holding out for you Cher. But you shot me down more times then those ducks at the Riverland shooting gallery. Finally found someone to take pity on me,” He said only half joking as they began to eat.

After a few minutes of silence, Cheryl turned to Barbara and asked, “Should I tell him?”

“That is something only you can know, but if it was me I think I would,” Barbara answered surprised at having been asked.

“Tell me what? Geez, am I finally getting lucky tonight?” Chuck piped up in his usual happy manner.

“Not exactly, Chucky. But we have been friends a long time and I think maybe it is time I told you why you got shot down so much. Shit if there was ever any boy I would have actually wanted it would have been you. But the thing is I am gay.”

“Well that explains why my charms never worked on you,” He joked, “But seriously I have known that for a long time.”

“How?”

“When I was home after junior year of college Tammy Dorsey and I had a summer romance,” He started to explain.

“Is that code for you were fucking?” Cheryl interrupted.

“Yeah, anyway, she decided that we should share our sexual histories. She seemed to get off on talking about that shit. Anyway, as you know, hers included you, Cher.”

“That big mouth bitch!” Cheryl exclaimed. “So you just assumed I was gay because I had been with one chick?”

“Actually, no. Tammy clearly wasn’t gay and I figured you two had just been experimenting. I knew you had slept with at least two guys back in high school. But she insisted that you were a lesbian. You should know that I never cared, but I was bothered that you didn’t talk to me about it. Hell I told you everything back then.”

“You never told me that you fucked Tammy.”

“Cher, you were off on your European adventure that summer. I didn’t see you until the following Thanksgiving. With her revelations about your sexuality, I figure it was better I didn’t mention anything about being with her.”

“So why the hell have you continued to flirt with me like a dog sniffing after a bitch in heat?”

“Habit and because I like it. Shit Cher, you do know you were my first true love.”

“Oh so what am I, chopped liver?” Barbara piped up hoping to stifle the building tension.

“Ok don’t fight over me ladies.”

As always when stuck Chuck turned to joking. The conversation turned to more pleasant old memories as they finished dinner.

Meanwhile at the boarding house, the visitor was pacing in his room. He needed to investigate the powerful new emotions that he had experienced. However, he had learned that humans were rather skittish creatures. It was difficult to get them to even engage in simple conversation with a stranger. The effort that it took to maintain his human appearance used so much of his power that his ability to delve into their minds was limited. His only hope of making valuable discoveries was to engage them intellectually one-on-one or to surreptitiously observe them when not in human form. He decided to try the latter that evening.

He took the form of a different earth creature that night. He had observed that there was a creature that could move among the humans almost without notice. On the surface the creature was both physically and mentally inferior to humans. Yet humans seemed to revere and get pleasure from the clever little animals.

The grey and black tabby moved through the shadows unnoticed by the last of the shoppers on Main Street. The visitor observed that humans tended to shy away from the dark. Most of the throng was either in their personal conveyance machines or huddle in one of the group dinning chambers. The cat’s night vision helped him easily find his way back to the house he had seen earlier. He hoped that the two women would still be there. As he was about to climb the fence and enter the yard the visitor heard a tremendous banging and then saw the light as it leaked out into the night from an open door. He watched as the dark haired female allowed the male entrance to the house.

The sleek cat leapt into the yard and secreted himself in some bushes next to the house. Then the cat was no more. The visitor allowed himself to appear in his natural form. At least he assumed it was his natural form. It was the form that required no effort on his part to maintain. He had not been home in what to humans would have comprised nearly two life spans. In that time he had assumed the form of so many different species that it was hard to be certain what his natural appearance might be. Having let go the effort to maintain his appearance he was free to use his full powers to probe the humans inside the house. Invisible tendrils reached out and easily captured the thoughts and emotions of the three humans.

The blonde who wanted to mate with her own gender had confused and jumbled thoughts. Her emotions seemed to ebb and flow. He could feel her anger as well as her desire. The dark-haired one also seemed confused. Deep below the surface there were thoughts of mating with the male. But he did not feel in her what humans called love. Instead he felt a new word lust. He also felt some reluctance in her to satisfy her desire. That reluctance was oddly connected to the blonde’s desires. The male’s mind was simpler. There was no conflict. He clearly cared for both of the females. He wanted to mate with the dark haired female but there was a hint of another new concept to the visitor. In what felt like a dream to the visitor the male held a vision of being unclothed with both females. Humans were known to be an essentially monogamous species. While not all mating was for life it was known that they took a single partner for some period of time. Multiple mating had not previously been observed. The visitor was puzzled about the male having thoughts that were not in the nature of the species. There was clearly much more for him to learn. He decided that these three even if they were anomalies warranted more study.

As he continued to investigate the thoughts of the three humans he was drawn ever deeper into the male’s dreamlike thoughts. Clearly previous data on the mating habits of these creatures was mistaken. This male carried many images of group sexual activity in his mind. Some of the images were not conjured up as in a dream but were clearly memories. But they were not the moving memories found in must human minds. They were still images. The male was recalling photographs of such activity. This was yet another curiosity to the visitor. He saw no benefit in photographing mating activities or looking at the resulting images. Yet the visitor was drawn ever deeper into that area of the males mind.

Suddenly the visitor felt a strange sensation. His body seemed to be changing. He feared his was losing control of his morphing abilities. There was some sort of growth forming on his lower body. He slipped an appendage down to what a human would have called his crotch to investigate the odd phenomena. He discovered something akin to human male genitalia was emerging from his body. His species was capable of developing the sexual characteristics of both genders. However, there was no recorded evidence of an investigator spontaneously becoming gender identified with a subject species.

The visitor immediately ceased his deep probe of the males mind. His theory was that he had connected too deeply with the humans sexual thoughts and his own body had begun to synchronize with the humans. The trio was finishing dinner and the visitor wanted to observe sexual rituals while he had the opportunity. He knew considering the desires present it would not be difficult for him to use gentle suggestion to cause the mating process to occur. However, he did not want to chance trying to manipulate three minds at once. Though the chance to study a same sex mating was intriguing it also would have been the hardest to make happen. Both the male and the dark-haired female seemed to desire mating. They would be the easiest to stimulate to action. He decided that the blond one would have to be removed from the scene.

Suddenly, Cheryl felt an overpowering desire to leave the house. She grabbed her wine glass and drained the remaining liquid down her throat as she fought to control the odd feeling. She had never been one to have ants in her pants before and was puzzled about the sudden desire to flee her own house. She managed to wait until they had finished eating to announce that she was going for a walk.

“Let one or both of us go with you then,” Barbara suggested a bit worried about her friends sudden change of demeanor.

“No I will be ok; I just need some time alone. The air will do me good. I have some shit to sort out I guess,” Cheryl said not really sure why she was going, “Help yourself to more wine or beer or whatever. I will be back in awhile.”

Truth was she didn’t know where she was going or for how long when she walked out the door. Long and far she heard in her head as she turned toward Main Street after seeing what she thought was a shadow in the bushes.

Almost as soon as Cheryl was out the door Barbara felt an intense desire to kiss Chuck. Chuck’s already strong desire to bed Barbara grew to a near obsession and his cock grew hard in his pants. He squirmed in his seat and tried to will away his erection as Barbara stood. She moved behind him and began to massage his shoulders.

“Want another beer, handsome?” She asked in a sultry voice.

“Oh god, Barb, all I really want right now is you!” He blurted out.

“Good! Cause I am all yours!” She said as she slid into his lap.

She smiled when she felt his hard cock press into her ass. They began to kiss sloppily. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue danced around hers.

“Oh god baby, your cock feels so big and hard. I want it in me, please fuck me, Chuck!” She cried as she pulled her lips away from Chuck’s mouth.

“Oh, I can’t believe I am so horny. I want you so much Barb. But how can we? Cher might come back.”

“I don’t care, just come fuck me now,” She demanded as she slipped off his lap and tugged at his hand.

He was helpless to resist even though he knew something was wrong. He followed her to the living room where they practically ripped each other’s clothes off. She dropped to her knees and took his long thick cock into her mouth. He was practically howling with desire as she sucked him deep into her mouth. Desire won out over pleasure. He reached down and pulled her to her feet.

“Damn, I need you now, Babe!”

“Oh god, Chuck, your cock felt so good in my mouth. I want you to take my pussy with it.”

He pushed her lithe naked body onto the sofa and pounced upon her. First he buried his face between her legs and began licking her already soaking wet sex as if he was some crazed sex fiend. She came in seconds flooding his face with thick creamy female cum.

“Fuck me now! Give that big cock to me! Please baby, my cunt is aching for you!” She screamed.

He moved between her legs and his hard tool instantly found its mark. It was a short almost violent fuck. His orgasm was so powerful he blacked out. She came repeatedly until her eyes rolled back in her head and she joined him in blissful unconsciousness.

The visitor who had moved to another window to get a better view was stunned that his gentle suggestion had ignited such passion in his subjects. Being in both their heads at the same time the visitor quickly began to lose control himself. What had started earlier was completed. He was fully male and his human-like cock had grown huge and hard. The new growth differed from the human male he was observing in a few significant ways. It was much larger than all but the rarest human penis, covered with small bumpy protrusions and streaked with a myriad of colors not found on human flesh. An observer would have seen hints of fuchsia, jade, ocher, and sapphire. He wrapped the end of his appendage around the newly acquired body part as he recorded the feelings and emotions of his subjects. With what was left of his analytical abilities he wondered if his new genitals were like those of his ancient ancestors and if they had felt such sexual pleasures. When he felt his subject’s peak he too erupted. A thick green pool of vital fluids formed at his feet and was slowly absorbed into the ground.

Whereas the humans had exceeded their capacity for pleasure, the visitor felt as if he had only scratched the surface. However he knew that he must find the blond one and right her course or she might well travel a great distance before returning. The alien form vanished and in its places was a small gray furry creature. It was no ordinary cat though. This one could move with complete stealth while traveling at speeds unknown in any creature on earth. The visitor followed the scent of the blond female and soon found her walking along the river north of the village.

He saw the remoteness of the place and her vulnerability as an opportunity for more discoveries. The cat-like creature morphed into a human female that looked much like the one the visitor had left sleeping with Chuck. The visitor sent thoughts of peace and safety to Cheryl as the young vivacious dark-haired female approached the blonde at the river’s edge. Though startled by the strangers approach, Cheryl felt oddly calm and unafraid.

“Hi, I seemed to have gotten myself lost. I hope you can help me,” The brunette said as she approached Cheryl.

“Well I have lived here all my life so I am sure I can. But where did you come from?”

“I was visiting a nice little town with a male friend. He parked by the river and tired to get me to..” The visitor fought to come up with the right word, “um have sex with him.”

The effect of the visitor’s indecision helped make the story seem real.

“Yeah well we know how men are. He didn’t rape you did he?”

The visitor had to probe Cheryl’s mind for the meaning of the question. He was shocked when he discovered what she was asking.

“Oh no, nothing like that. I got out of his vehicle and he surprised me by driving away and leaving me there. I didn’t remember which way we had come.”

“Geez, is this creep your boyfriend, honey?”

Again the visitor was confused about the meaning of the question. He had not encountered the word creep and he had no idea why the blonde was addressing the stranger as the product of a small insect.

“No, he was a friend. I guess he had different ideas. But I am not into males that way.”

The visitor felt Cheryl’s thoughts about the odd choice of words and once again sent soothing thoughts.

“Are you saying that you are gay?” Cheryl asked a bit surprised.

“Well yes I think I am..”

Again the visitor struggled for a word. He found it in Cheryl’s subconscious.

“You see I am a virgin,” She said which, was a true statement.

“Wow so long without trying either sex? Amazing. You are pretty hot too,” Cheryl said not knowing where the words came from.

She didn’t know where anything was coming form at that moment. She had no idea why she was so horny or why she was thinking of propositioning a woman whose name she hadn’t yet learned. She decided it must have been the beautiful evening and the way the full moon reflected off the river. Then again it might just be that this stranger looks so much like Barbara she thought.

“Come on, I will walk you back to the village. I doubt that there are any rooms available this time of year on a Saturday. But I have a big house if you want to spend the night and figure out what to do in the morning. What’s your name anyway?”

Everything was working perfectly for the visitor. But the name question threw him off. Since he didn’t usually interact with his subjects he didn’t usually need a name. He hadn’t thought about one for a human female. He was using the name Bob Elliot at the rooming house. He decided to try a variant.

“I’m Roberta Ellis, most people call my Bobbie.”

He couldn’t remember where he had heard that line before. Fortunately, Cheryl didn’t recognize it has the name of a popular country singer.

“Nice to meet you, Bobbie; I am Cheryl Darnell. Sorry about that jerk-off.”

Once again the meaning the visitor knew for her words did not match the context. She could not have known that he had masturbated on the side of her house. Even if she had she had no reason to feel remorse. He had discovered that humans and their language were much more complex than his species knew. Conversation was rather difficult as they walked along. With him having to probe her mind for meaning so often there were numerous gaps and pauses in the flow of words. It was only his mental suggestions that kept Cheryl from becoming suspicious of the woman’s oddities in language and manner.

When they entered the living room, Cheryl discovered her friends still naked and passed out on the sofa. It was rather obvious that Chuck’s cock was still inside Barbara.

“Oh my god!” Cheryl gasped as she turned to try to apologize to her new acquaintance.

“Fuck! What the hell?” Chuck said as he jumped to his feet pulling his still semi-erect cock from Barbara’s pussy.

“Jesus, Chucky, would you put that damn thing away? It looks like it is still loaded!” Cheryl complained.

Chuck was embarrassed to have been discovered by Cheryl. That there was a strange woman with her really mortified him. As Barbara woke up he frantically searched for his pants and got his lower half covered.

“Cheryl!” Barbara exclaimed as she tried to cover herself.

Chuck tossed her her sundress after zipping up his pants.

“Damn how long was I gone before the two of you got busy doing the horizontal mambo?” Cheryl asked, “Oh by the way this is Bobbie; Bobbie these are my friends Chuck and Barbara.”

“Cheryl, please give us a chance to…” Barbara tried to say.

“What you trying to tell me you two didn’t just fuck each other into oblivion while I was out trying to figure how I was going to go on knowing you were never going to let me make love to you, Barbie?” Cheryl asked interrupting.

The visitor took in everything as he listened to their words and felt their powerful emotions.

“Cher, come on. We didn’t plan this. I swear it was like I had no choice,” Chuck began.

“So are you saying you had some sort of fit and raped Barbie?”

“That is not what happened,” Barbara added as she wriggled into her dress.

“Hon, I knew that. I don’t think I ever saw a girl look as happily freshly fucked as you do right now,” Cheryl said with a snarl.

“I just meant the same uncontrollable urges hit me. If I didn’t know better I would think you had some aphrodisiac incense burning in here.”

“Shit, Barbie, Chucky’s big cock and your horny straight cunt was all you two needed. Hell the first thing you told me when you got here was that you wanted to fuck him,” She said hurt more than angry.

“Cheryl, please…” Barbara started to protest.

“Cher, give us a break,” Chuck interrupted, “I don’t think your new friend really needs to hear that. How did you two meet anyway?”

“Oh, god yeah sorry, Bobbie. Um we happened on each other down by the river,” Cheryl started to explain.

Realizing how strange it sounded to happen upon a lone female stranger at the river she stopped unsure how to continue. She wasn’t sure that the woman would want even more strangers knowing her private business. The visitor sensed her uncertainty.

“Yes, your friend was kind enough to rescue me. I had a fight with a man and he abandoned me.”

“Damn what a fucking jerk!” Barbara exclaimed.

“Yeah no shit. Anyway I offered Bobbie a bed for the night.”

“That’s our Cher always looking out for the other guy. Well I guess I better finish getting dressed and head home. I am sorry about how you found us, Cher. Maybe some day you will let me try to explain,” Chuck who was still standing there in just his pants said.

The idea of the male leaving disturbed the visitor. He had hoped to have all three of his subjects sleeping in the house that night. In his short time on earth he had learned that humans completely lowered their defenses during rest periods. Being in the same house with sleeping humans would give him all night to probe their unshielded minds.

“Don’t worry about it Chucky. I am sure I way overreacted. It just was a bad night for me to see your naked hairy ass on top of Barbara,” Cheryl said sincerely.

As the visitor tried to think of some way to prevent the male from leaving a brilliant flash of light flooded the room. That was instantly followed by an intense clasp of thunder that shook the windows of the old house.

“Shit, I better get moving before the rain comes. My car is all the way down at the main municipal lot,” Chuck said as he pulled his shirt on.

“Too late,” Cheryl said as the sounds of a driving rain crashing into the house mixed with the roaring of the wind.

“You can’t walk in this storm. I will drive you, Chuck,” Barbara said not really wanting to go out herself.

“Don’t be ridiculous! No one should be out there even in a car. You can sleep in my brother’s old room, Chuck. Unless you two would be happier together.”

Cheryl’s brother who was two years older than her had run away from home when she was fourteen. Their father had always been very tough on him whereas he had doted on Cheryl. It was almost ten years before Cheryl heard from her big brother after he left home. It was shortly after their father had died and their mother had been institutionalized that he came back to town. Their mother had never recovered from losing her son. Cheryl forgave her brother after he told her about being abused by their father. They stayed in touch after that but he never came back to Radcliff again. His bedroom still looked like it did the day he ran away. Cheryl couldn’t bring herself to dismantle the shrine her mother kept to her lost son.

“You sure Cher? You already got plenty of company.”

“It is a big house, plenty of room. Besides you aren’t company, your family Chucky. Now should I break out the twin sheets or you two want to bunk together.”

Barbara and Chuck both felt that they were facing a dilemma with no good solution. The visitor who had just caught another break did not understand the confused thoughts he was feeling. He was also having great difficulty dealing with maintaining his female appearance and monitoring the thoughts of three humans, even in such close proximity. He was finding that the longer he remained in female form the more female emotions he was acquiring. Having to control his appearance and the fluctuating emotions he was experiencing as a female was hindering his ability to properly observe his subjects. Sending mental signals to them was hopeless. He wanted to get the male and the dark-haired female to share a bed. However, he could only let nature take its course. There were two reasons he preferred the couple to share a room. The first was the chance to observe close hand another mating. The second and more important reason was what he perceived might be the blonde’s reaction to that situation. He hypothesized that due to her longing and jealousy she might turn to the other available female, Bobbie for comfort. That would afford him the opportunity to observe and experience the inexplicable same sex mating. He had captured images from the blonde’s mind but still could not conceive that human’s actually regularly engaged in such activities. But the visitor was not to catch another break just yet.

“Um Cheryl, you are being very generous and I can’t deny I am tempted. But I think under the circumstances that it would be best if Chuck and I slept in separate rooms. Whatever happened earlier really was strange. I have never ever had sexual urges that strong,” Barbara said truthfully.

“Ok, it is settled then. I will go dig out some sheets and fix up beds for Bobbie and Chuck. Bobbie if you want to come with me I can find something more comfortable for you to sleep in. Chucky maybe you can carry Barb’s suitcase up to my parent’s old room. I think you might find some of my dad’s old pajamas that will sort of fit you. After we all get changed we can have an old fashioned pajama party,” Cheryl said.

Cheryl took Bobbie to her room while Chuck and Barbara went to Cheryl’s parent’s old room. Cheryl found a pair of pink lounging pajamas for Bobbie. The visitor began to remove the clothes from the female body without seeking any privacy. Cheryl was a little surprised as she was not accustomed to such little modesty. But since she was curious about her new acquaintances body she just tried making small talk while she watched Bobbie undress. She couldn’t contain her surprise when Bobbie slipped off her jeans and panties. Since he hadn’t planned on assuming the female form, the visitor had not researched the grooming habits of human females. On the spur of the moment he had created a beautiful female form exactly as nature intended it to appear. While the hair was not thick or coarse its dark color made it stand out on Bobbie’s pale skin. Cheryl had never seen a woman that did not shave her legs and found it oddly erotic.

“Oh my..er I am sorry,” Cheryl said nervously.

“Is something wrong?” Bobbie asked as she struggled to unclasp her bra.

“Oh um no. Here let me help you,” Cheryl replied as she moved behind the all but naked woman. “I um have just never seen a woman that did not shave.”

“I don’t understand,” The woman asked as Cheryl dropped the bra on her bed.

Cheryl reached for the snap of her own jeans while trying to explain, “I guess it would be easier to show you.”

Cheryl who also shaved her pubic hair down to a tiny short patch removed her jeans and panties in one quick motion.

“Do all women remove their hair?” The visitor asked aloud so astounded that he forgot his role.

“All the ones I know do,” Cheryl replied wondering where Bobbie was from that she didn’t know about shaving.

“I am sorry; I hope my appearance doesn’t repulse you.”

“Oh no not at all. I am the one that should apologize. I actually find it sexy. Would you think me too weird if I asked to touch your leg?”

“I guess it would be ok, if I could touch yours too.”

Without answering her, Cheryl reached out and lightly touched Bobbie’s thigh. She was surprised to find the hair was soft unlike the young men she had touched in her youth. The visitor was stunned by the sensation Cheryl’s touch caused. Even though the visitor was concerned about the reaction, Bobbie touched and caressed Cheryl’s thigh.

“Oh that feels good, Bobbie,” Cheryl sighed.

The visitor was losing objectivity. He knew he should disengage from the activity but the feelings were powerful. Strange new desires were welling up deep within his human body. Suddenly Cheryl took Bobbie in her arms and began kissing her deeply. The visitor’s senses were swirling. New emotions and sensations were blinding the creature’s ability to maintain his composure. He did not know it but it was a good thing Cheryl had her eyes closed. His face was fading in out; its appearance somewhere between Bobbie and his own natural face. Cheryl worked her fingers through the mass of hair that surrounded Bobbie’s sex and found her wet slit. The visitor’s senses were suddenly blinded with light when Cheryl’s fingers entered Bobbie’s body. Bobbie gasped when Cheryl touched her virgin clit while gently fingering her quivering pussy.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhgragggeratttttttttttttttttttttttttttbana,” The visitor moaned in a guttural very un-humanlike manner.

Bobbie’s orgasm while similarly pleasurable to the one the visitor had in the bushes earlier felt very different. The gush of fluids flowing from the female’s vagina created a totally different sensation then the eruption of male cum that sprang from his penis. The visitor instantly understood much about human sexuality. What on the surface is an activity intended to procreate the species is to human thinking more a recreational and pleasure activity. His mind melded with Cheryl’s as Bobbie’s body experienced a series of powerful orgasms. Humans did not mate to produce offspring. Their nature was such that the most pleasurable experience they could know was an act that would insure the survival of the species. He thought it a wonderful natural primitive solution to a nearly universal problem amongst higher order species.

He knew that Cheryl too was feeling pleasure. There was benefit in the giving he learned. He managed to regain control and Bobbie’s fingers slid up Cheryl’s thigh and awkwardly entered the blond female’s birth canal. The visitor was forced to release Cheryl’s mind. He felt a morphing sensation. His innate maleness was attempting to assert itself and force the emergence of male genitalia. The visitor could not allow that to happen. Cheryl grabbed Bobbie’s wrist.

“Careful..go slow and easy..” Cheryl said in response to the rough handling of her pussy.

“Oh, I am sorry..I don’t know how to do this,” Bobbie said.

“You don’t have to do anything.”

The visitor was happy for the break. He needed time to regain control over his body. He could not allow the female body he was displaying to suddenly sprout male genitalia. The sudden materialization of a human cock would cause damage to his investigation and the visitor had no way of controlling the appearance of the cock that might spontaneously emerge. He would have to kill the blond female and quite likely the others too if she witnessed the growth of an alien cock.

“But aren’t I expected to reciprocate?” Bobbie asked in a confused tone.

“Honey, nothing is expected of you. Maybe we should get dressed and join the others. Later tonight or tomorrow if you want to do something than I will teach you, ok?”

“Yes, you are very kind. Thank you.”

They quickly dressed. As soon as Bobbie had the pajama pants on the hair on her legs vanished and her pubic hair formed into a neatly trimmed bush. The visitor intended for the next person to see Bobbie naked to be Chuck. He realized from Cheryl that human females had special grooming rituals. He didn’t want to displease Chuck.

Meanwhile in the other room, Chuck was rummaging through a dresser that was still filled with Cheryl’s father’s old clothes. He managed to find an old fashioned pair of pajamas that he thought looked like the property of the guy on Father Knows Best. He tossed the cotton pajamas on the bed and began to undress without a thought to Barbara who was looking in her suitcase for something to wear to the pajama party.

“Damn you always strip down in mixed company?” She asked when she looked up and saw he only had his boxer left to go.

“Shit, sorry, I figured even if we hadn’t just fucked each other’s brains out that we were close enough not to be modest,” He said with a wink and laugh.

“Yeah we have seen everything there is to see. I was just yanking your chain. But we do need to be a bit more discrete. Christ just before you arrived Cheryl was telling me that she has had sexual desires for me since like forever. She must have felt like shit walking in on that scene.”

“Yeah, that sucks. I hate that it hurt her so much. What the hell was that anyway? I never had that much heat and desire.”

“I don’t know. God I was hoping we might get together while I was here. But geez that was weird looking back. I have never wanted anything as bad as I wanted your cock inside me.”

They both fell silent. She watched as he lowered his boxers. She hadn’t really looked at him earlier. He knew she was looking him over and just stood there enjoying the feel of her eyes lusting over his naked body. He had not known many women that actually like looking at naked men and thought it was very hot that Barbara seemed to like looking at his body.

“Well is this going to be a two way show?” He asked.

She pulled the sundress over her head, which was the only thing she was wearing. He involuntarily let out a little whistle.

“Damn you are so hot,” He said softly as he walked toward her. “I am sorry our first time was so unusual. I want to make love to you slowly for a long time.”

He took her in his arms and kissed her as their naked bodies pressed together.

“Please, Chuck, not now. Cheryl and her new friend will be wondering what we are doing.”

“Ok, but I am off tomorrow. Make an excuse to get away from Cheryl and spend the afternoon at my place, please. I want to show you the real me in bed. Not that lust crazed man that you screwed earlier.”

“I will, I want you to see the real me too. I swear I am not some wanton slut.”

They quickly put on their pajamas and headed for the living room. Cheryl and Bobbie joined them a minute later. They ended up drinking wine and playing Monopoly late into the night. None of the humans could believe that Bobbie had never played Monopoly. They found out she was a quick learner however. Around two am they went off to their individual bedrooms.

Fifteen minutes after he went to sleep Chuck awoke to find a naked woman climbing into his bed. In the dark he assumed that Barbara had changed her mind and decided not to wait until the next afternoon for a repeat fuck. The visitor was able to read Chuck’s every thought and emotion while maintaining total female form. Somehow having sex with a male did not cause the same reaction he felt with Cheryl. The visitor experienced three new sensations that night. Still thinking he was with Barbara, Chuck used his tongue and lips to bring Bobbie to multiple peaks. Thinking that oral stimulation of the genitals was a common human behavior, the visitor had Bobbie fellate Chuck. Though it was an awkward unskilled attempt at cock sucking Chuck still came in Bobbie’s mouth. The visitor’s final new experience occurred after Chuck recovered from his first orgasm. When Chuck climbed atop his partner and slipped his cock inside Bobbie’s pussy the visitor felt all that a female feels when mating. At that point it took a great deal of concentration to suppress the morph and the visitor had to give up listening to Chuck’s thoughts. Chuck’s eyes flew wide open and he realized for the first time who he was really fucking as his cock erupted inside Bobbie’s pussy.

“You, no, why?” Chuck mumbled confused as the orgasm rippled through his body.

Then it happened. Bobbie came and the visitor lost control for a few seconds. Chuck was no longer on top of a beautiful human female. Instead he saw some indescribable mass of changing flesh under him as his orgasm continued. The visitor had no choice but to use his thoughts to depress certain areas of Chuck’s brain forcing the male human into a temporary coma. The visitor managed to slip out from under Chuck and free the human’s cock before Bobbie’s pussy morphed into a large multi colored cock. The visitors cock oozed the same green cum that he had shot onto the ground earlier.

After regaining control the visitor once again appeared as Bobbie. While Chuck lay unconscious she did her best to cleanse the green goo from his body. By the time he awoke the rest would have evaporated. As Bobbie stood there still naked the visitor probed Chuck’s mind and made sure to leave a suggestion that the sex had only been a dream. Having decided that it was dangerous to continue to use a female body the visitor decided that he would leave in the night. He knew that engaging in mating activities as a female would be his undoing. He was equally sure that Cheryl would pursue mating with Bobbie if she remained in the house. The problem was how to deal with the curiosity caused by the sudden disappearance of the stranger. The visitor’s deliberations were cut short when he heard someone in the hallway.

Suddenly there was no longer a naked female standing in the middle of Chuck’s room. In stead there was a small almost invisible furry creature lurking in the shadows of a dark corner. The visitor watched and listened intently as Barbara crept into Chuck’s room. She had been awakened by what she thought were sexual sounds. Though the sounds had ceased she felt compelled to investigate. Chuck was the only male in the house and if he was so cavalier as to be screwing someone else there would be no Sunday afternoon date. She found him alone and sound asleep. The only odd thing was his being naked. She assumed that he was in the habit of sleeping in the buff and quietly closed the door. The small furry creature scurried under the crack and followed her back to her room.

The visitor slipped unseen under Barbara’s bed as she got under the covers. In such close proximity he was easily able to probe her mind. She was clearly troubled though the source of her anguish was unclear to him. What was clear was her strong desire to mate with the male called Chuck. The visitor realized why his gentle suggestion to the couple had been so strongly received earlier. He wondered if they would have mated without his intervention. He also knew what his next move would be. He had already chosen Barbara for study. His decision had come almost as soon as he saw her from the window of his room. He now had a way to study her intimate mating habits as a participant. He felt an unexpected thrill over the prospect of mating with the human female.

Of all the species he had studied humans were the closest in form to his own. Though he was fighting it that clearly caused unaccustomed reactions. The visitor was concerned about a loss of objectivity. Feeling things that had long been dormant in his species could be dangerous. It was well documented that primitive thought and emotion were detrimental to intellectual growth. As he lay under the female’s bed his thoughts wandered. He wondered if perhaps his kind had given up too much in the pursuit of intellectual purity. But there was another more immediate puzzle to contemplate. Earth had been the subject of at least three previous investigations. Why had he not been warned about the dangers of human desire? He did not think it possible that previous investigators had not felt any of the things he was experiencing.

There were only a few logical conclusions none of which comforted the visitor. His first hypothesis was that the previous investigators choose not to report certain findings which may mean he was in some danger. The second hypothesis was even worse. It was possible that previous missions had been complete failures and the investigators did not survive. Though rare it was not unknown for investigators to perish. The final hypothesis troubled him the most. Perhaps the information had been deliberately kept from him by his superiors. That would mean that he was as much the subject of investigation as the humans. He did not like any of the possibilities. Yet he felt compelled to continue his investigation. However, he was not sure that it was investigation and intellectual curiosity that compelled him.

As Barbara drifted off to sleep and her troubled mind went from conscious thought to dream state, the small furry creature curled up under her bed. The visitor had found that most human dreams were useless as a source of information. They tended to be filled with odd indecipherable imagery and sensationalized scenes. He found it interesting that dreams seemed to provide humans with both pleasure and pain. The visitor released Barbara’s mind and fell into the natural dream-free state that approximated human sleep in his species.

The next morning there was a great deal of confusion in the house. Barbara awoke in the middle of a dream about Chuck and her having sex with a third person. She had never entertained thoughts of group sex and was a bit disturbed that her subconscious had conjured up such a scene. Chuck awoke totally disoriented. He recalled the odd dream where he had been having sex with Barbara and she changed into the stranger, Bobbie and then into some sort of indistinguishable mass of flesh. However, the recollection was very different than any dream ever before. He had had dreams that felt as if they were real in the past, but this one was the most vividly real dream experience of his life. In addition there was the puzzle of his nudity. He was certain that he had been wearing Cheryl’s father’s pajamas when he went to sleep. Based on the stain he saw on the sheet he assumed that he must have had a wet dream for the first time in many years too. His ruminations over the dream and his nakedness were short lived. The discovery that Bobbie was missing became the chief concern of the three friends.

Cheryl had awakened early and was preparing breakfast for her guests. She had been hoping to send Chuck on his way and maybe Barbara too. She wanted a chance to try to get Bobbie into her bed. The strange woman with the unshaven legs and hairy pussy had created odd lustful desires. Cheryl had dreamed of parting Bobbie’s thick bush and feasting on her moist, pink pussy half the night. She woke up so horny that she masturbated before going downstairs to start breakfast. While she was cooking both Chuck and Barbara came down. When breakfast was ready they discovered that the unexpected guest had vanished.

“Jesus that is fucking odd. Why the hell would she just up and leave?” Cheryl wondered aloud. “Chuck, you think we should file a report with your office?” Barbara asked.

“Yeah Chucky, how bout you put that big city cop training to work and start an investigation?” Cheryl added.

“Um, truth is I can’t really think of what the report would say. Shit either of you even get her last name?”

“Fuck, I don’t think she ever said what her last name was,” Cheryl said regretfully.

“I bet that asshole guy came back and got her,” Barbara theorized.

“How the hell would he know she was here?” Cheryl demanded to know more disappointed than worried.

“Cher, I am sure you have heard of this wonderful new invention that lets people talk to each other pretty much anywhere,” Chuck said sarcastically.

“So you two think this jerk-off boyfriend came back, called her on her cell and then whisked her off in the middle of the night and she didn’t bother to say shit to her rescuer?” Cheryl asked thinking they were probably right.

“Seems the most likely thing to me. Unless you know of some reason she might have wanted to get out of here and left on her own, Cher.”

“Fuck, how the hell would I know anything about it, Chucky? I guess you guys have a point. It is weird though.”

“Not much weirder than running into a stranger down by the river and bringing her home for the night,” Barbara added.

They all agreed that it was an odd set of circumstances but absent any evidence that Bobbie was in trouble they would let it go. The visitor was pleased he had not had to do anything to intervene. The furry creature followed Chuck home after breakfast. The visitor knew that Barbara would be there in a few hours.

Chuck went straight to his room and striped naked. He still felt like his recollections of the night seemed more like reality than a dream but since that made no sense he didn’t dwell on the thoughts. As he was about to go to the shower he felt a sharp pain in his temple and collapsed. The furry little creature that had been watching Chuck disappeared and in his place stood a nondescript looking man. The visitor stood over Chuck examining every detail of the nearly lifeless human’s body. Chuck had suffered a paralyzing stroke-like event. The visitor was not sure what the long term effects to the human might be. He did know that that creature would not reawaken without help. Whatever happened it was the visitor’s judgment that the loss of a single human life was worth the knowledge that could be gained.

After doing a complete scan of Chuck’s mind, the visitor concealed the barely alive body in the basement. Then he morphed again. To all the world he appeared to be Chuck. The visitor hoped that with the knowledge scanned from Chuck’s brain that his mannerisms and personality would also match that of the human he was impersonating. He showered and selected a casual outfit from Chuck’s closet. He knew that Barbara was near before he heard the doorbell.

“Hey, Barbie, I am really glad you came,” He said greeting her.

She wrapped her arms around him and spoke into his ear, “I had to come. I want you so much sexy man.”

The visitor felt his spine tingle. It was another new and surprising sensation. He also felt the reaction in his genitals. He hoped that somehow they would remain human in appearance.

“I don’t want to sound like a slut, but time is short. I told Cheryl I would meet her in town in two hours,” She added.

“You could never seem like a slut to me. You want to go to the bedroom?” The visitor said doing his best to speak as he believed Chuck would.

“God yes, take me to bed.”

Taking the request literally, the visitor lifted Barbara into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. They lay together on the bed kissing passionately and groping each other through increasingly unnecessary clothing. The visitor had absorbed Chuck’s behaviors perfectly. What he had not mastered was undressing a human female. Barbara took his clumsiness in stride and undressed him while helping him undress her. The feel of her unclothed flesh against him was driving him to the height of passion. His human cock was fully engorged and ready for mating. Had he not learned from reading Chuck’s mind he would have simply mounted her. But Chuck’s memories and the visitor’s own observation that human mating was more about pleasure than procreation slowed his movements. He searched the reams of knowledge he held in his mind to determine his next actions. Luckily Barbara was able to act on impulse.

She began kissing her way down his body. The visitor laid back and allowed her to set the course of their mating. His senses nearly overloaded when she took his cock into her mouth. Pleasure coursed through the visitor’s body filling his mind with a myriad of pleasurable impulses. His mind hit upon what he was to do next. He pulled Barbara’s body atop him and aligned her genitals with his face. He deftly used Chuck’s fingers to part the outer layers of flesh that guarded the birth canal. He pressed his lips to her and licked along the moist silky slit outside her opening. Her moans of joy caused her lips to vibrate on his shaft adding to the pleasurable feelings. He worked his tongue further up the slit and found a tiny hard spot that when touched made her squirm.

When he began to concentrate his efforts on that spot she let his cock slip from her mouth and squealed, “Oh god yes, Chuck. That’s it baby!”

She went back to sucking and licking Chuck’s engorged cock as the visitor swirled his tongue around her clit. The visitor felt the female’s juices leaking out and flowing over his face. Suddenly she pressed her crotch into his face, grinding her pussy on his chin and her body convulsed. He immediately probed her mind and felt the full intensity of her peak. He fought to maintain control. He wanted to mate with her and know the feeling of the final coming together of two humans. Again Barbara took the lead.

She rolled off of him and pleaded, “Please Chuck, fuck me now!”

The words registered with some memory the visitor had taken form Chuck’s mind. He rolled on top of Barbara and his cock easily found her waiting pussy. He slid into her until his cock was fully immersed inside her. The warmth and soft, moist feel of her pussy sent new waves of sensation through Chuck’s body and appeared as delightful sound and beautiful color in the visitor’s mind.

“Come on baby, give me that cock! Fuck my pussy hard,” Barbara demanded.

The visitor reared back and then drove his cock deep inside her again. He had tapped into Chuck’s memories of sex for guidance. He drove his cock in and out of her quivering pussy. With each thrust the pace and intensity of the coupling seemed to increase. Barbara screamed as orgasm after orgasm racked her writhing body. She was astonished that Chuck just continued to drive his seemingly still growing cock in and out her sending her to increasing heights of pleasure. The visitor knew what was happening but was far too engaged in the mating to stop. It was no longer Chuck’s human cock inside Barbara. Though the visitor still controlled the appearance of his body the rising passion had taken over his genitals. His cock had morphed into the multicolor ribbed cock of his ancestors. With each thrust it grew larger inside the human female. He had no way of knowing what its maximum size might be. He ignored that danger that he might actually rip the human open if the girth did not cease its growth and continued to grind his alien cock against her pulsating cervix. When finally he came thick green semen poured into her womb. The visitor howled his passion and then lay panting and sweating atop Barbara’s tingling body. He didn’t dare move. He had to keep his cock concealed inside her body until he could force it to morph back to human form. His sexual release broke the lustful hold his subconscious held over his genitals. His cock quickly returned to human form and became flaccid.

As he rolled off her she exclaimed, “That was amazing, baby!”

He searched Chuck’s memories for a response and came up with a slightly inappropriate, “Oh my god, you are an amazing fuck, Barbara.”

“Thank you, I think,” She said with a curious smile.

“I feel so good. Do you really have to go?” He asked.

“Oh shit, Cheryl! Yeah baby, I promised her, but if you want I will come back tonight. I don’t care how much she wants to lick my pussy; she is going to have to understand this. I think I am getting hooked on you.”

‘”Yes I want you to come back. Do you think you will be able to spend the night?”

“I can’t think of anything I would like better.”

After a quick kiss she jumped out of bed and started getting dressed. The visitor remained in the bed, naked and uncovered. He had not learned about human modesty. Barbara actually liked Chuck’s seemingly total openness and lack of societal hang-ups.

“Bye, baby, I will see you around eight,” She said as she slipped on her shoes.

When he heard the door close he allowed his body to return to its natural form. The mating and the strain to maintain Chuck’s body through orgasm had left him exhausted. He moved quickly to lock the door and then returned to the bed to rest. Before allowing himself to enter rest phase he reached down between his legs and felt the smooth spot where his genitals would be. He decided his ancestors had made a grave mistake giving up emotion and mating for the pursuit of intellectual superiority. He had already rediscovered the physical pleasures of mating and was beginning to grasp some of the joys of emotion. He knew that emotions were dangerous or at least he had been trained to believe that, but he did not yet know the painful side of human emotion.

It was dark out when the visitor returned to consciousness. He checked the time and realized that the female would be returning shortly. He hurried downstairs to check on the male whose identity he needed for awhile longer. Chuck was still alive but the coma had deepened. The visitor probed Chuck’s mind trying to fill in any gaps in his knowledge of the human’s behavior. It was difficult to discern anything through the overriding feeling of terror he got from Chuck’s mind. It seemed that what was left of Chuck’s consciousness knew of his condition and the peril that implied. Though he had no idea of what was happening around him or even where he was the human knew he was in danger of dying. The terror seem fuelled not only by the fear of death but also over the notion that he had just connected with the female Barbara and now may never know anything beyond that first mating. The visitor was again confused by the odd emotional thoughts of humans.

Just as the visitor was about to release Chuck’s mind he perceived a flash of thought. The human was actually concerned about missing work the next day. The concept of sick leave floated into the thought. The visitor probed deeper and learned what needed to be done. He would have to follow the procedures to get the human out of work due to illness. The visitor was not prepared to attend to the duties of the human’s employment. The visitor morphed as he ascended the stairs. By the time he reached the main level of the house he was again Chuck. He showered and dressed and made it back to the living room just as the dark-haired female rang the doorbell.

“Hey, baby, my turn to provide dinner,” She said holding up a bag.

The visitor had to search Chuck’s memories to understand the comment. As he did so he felt a strong sense of concern coming from the female.

“Good deal, I’m starved,” He said in his best interpretation of what Chuck might have said, “But is everything ok? Did Cheryl give you a hard time about us?”

He already knew that Barbara’s concern stemmed from something with the blond female.

“I’m ok, but I am worried about Cheryl,” Barbara began as she laid the food out on the table.

“Did something more happen?”

“Well, it seems she had transferred some of her desires toward me onto that Bobbie person. I guess when she up and split Cheryl was feeling even more rejected. Anyway, after I left you I went back to her house and we were talking. She was really pressing me on having sex with you and her desires toward me. We had a bit of fight after she tried to kiss me.”

“Damn, I guess she really has it bad for you.”

“So she says. I told her that I thought it would be better if I didn’t stay there tonight, which was the plan anyway. She told me if I was going to spend the night with you tonight that I shouldn’t bother to come back. My suitcase is in the car. Chuck, it just doesn’t make any sense she had been my best friend since elementary school.”

“I know and I am sure she will come around. She is just hurting right now. Give her some time,” He said and pulled her into his arms.

She pressed her face into his chest and sobbed for several minutes. She had left herself completely unguarded giving the visitor an opportunity to probe deeply into her mind. He discovered a great paradox. While outwardly she had no interest in the blond female’s desires, subconsciously her feelings were much different. He felt a conflict deep below the surface between Barbara’s strong traditional convictions and a secret desire to mate with the blond female. The visitor decided it would take more than his lifetime to unravel the intricacies of the human female mind.

“We should eat before the food gets colder,” She said wiping her eyes.

Her sadness troubled him. Sharing joyful emotions with humans was pleasant their darker emotions caused much pain. He wondered how bad the pain could become. That was one question that he hoped would remain unanswered. As they ate Barbara kept getting the oddest feeling. She felt like Chuck was not really Chuck. It was almost like a bad movie where someone’s identical twin replaces them. She had known Chuck since he was a little kid and knew he didn’t have a twin. She also knew it was impossible for anyone with even a slightly different genetic code to be a perfect replica of another person. She couldn’t even really grasp exactly what was causing the odd feeling; it was just a word choice here and there or an occasional gesture that seemed wrong. She decided that the feelings must be due to the long stretch of time since she had last seen him.

The other thing that was troubling her was the certainty that she was rapidly falling in love with the man across from her at he table. She had spent years guarding her feelings and being careful not to fall for any guy. She had been hurt too many times in the past. Not that she thought Chuck was out to hurt her. But she had no idea if he thought what was happening was anything more than a weekend fling. As they cleared away the paper plates and disposable eating utensils she resolved to ask him. She simply couldn’t let herself fall head over heels for a guy that was just out for a little fun. When she ran into him the day before that was exactly what she had in mind, a weekend of fun noncommittal sex.

They took the half finished bottle of wine they had been sharing at dinner and moved to Chuck’s old, well worn sofa. It felt perfectly natural to her when she slipped into his arms. She couldn’t remember when she last felt so comfortable. The visitor also felt very comfortable. He was experiencing many new sensations and thoughts. He tried to probe the female’s mind again but her thoughts were too muddled with some unknown combination of emotions to be decipherable. His own thoughts and analytical abilities seemed to be under assault from unknown forces within his brain. His acute senses detected activity in long unused synapses. These areas of his brain were just vestiges of his ancestral species. Basic anatomy class had taught them that they were parts that were unneeded and no longer functioned. He wondered if that teaching was a lie or just a mistaken truth.

Barbara kissed Chuck’s cheek and then began speaking in a tone barely above a whisper, “Chuck, I think we need to talk.”

“What about, Barbie?”

“About what this weekend means to you.”

“I am not sure what you mean,” The visitor replied honestly.

His words were rapidly becoming a mixture of his own and Chuck’s thoughts. He knew that Chuck cared for as well as desired the female but that it was not the deep kind of caring that humans called love. He did not know that it was in fact the beginnings of love. However, he did have his own feelings about the woman. She was the first creature of any kind for whom he felt sexual attraction. He had allowed feelings to develop that his species had eliminated long ago.

“I mean, dear man, are we just playing and having fun this weekend, or is there something more happening?”

The visitor answered as himself, “It seems to be something more than playing to me.”

“Me too,” She cooed even though his phrasing seemed almost bizarre.

She did not want to press him. It felt too good being with a man that wanted more than to just get his rocks off. She pressed her body into him as she brushed her lips across his. Her actions made the visitor’s spine tingle. She moved her lips across his freshly shaven cheek touching his skin with barely more than her breath. He gasped when she flicked her tongue across his ear and her warm breath cascaded down his neck. Barbara thought it an odd unhuman-like sound, but it was clearly born of pleasure so she continued. The tip of her tongue danced around the ridges of his ear eliciting moans and sighs clearly indicating he was enjoying the sensations. The visitor was amazed that such a simple and unusual activity could bring such pleasure.

He felt his cock growing as the female’s actions caused sexual desire to rise within him. He wondered if it would appear as a human cock or that of his ancestors when it was revealed. He could not chance her seeing the huge multicolored genitals of his species. It would certainly repulse her. Yet he could not deny himself the pleasures of mating with her again. Using Chuck’s memories the visitor reached between them and began gently fondling Barbara’s braless breasts through the cotton top she wore. He discovered that an action he had thought was only intended to give the female pleasure gave him even more pleasure. His cock was crammed uncomfortably in his pants. He wanted to shed his clothing; something he could do with just a thought. But he could not without her knowing he was not of her world. He whispered something about taking off clothes. She took it as a request and reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled the fabric over her head and tossed it away exposing her milky orbs. Suddenly he craved having his mouth on the dark center of her nourishing organs. He dropped his head and sucked on her lustfully. As he ravaged her tits, she began to fumble with his belt and zipper. The visitor regained his senses enough to suggest that he help her with the task. He quickly shed his shirt and pants while she wiggled out of her skirt and panties. Before removing his underwear he extinguished the lamp making it too dark for her to see more than an outline of his cock.

“Are you shy, baby?” She asked playfully as she reached out for his cock.

The texture felt a bit odd to her but she had enough experience to know that each cock seemed to have its own personality. She assumed the bumpy texture was due to his cock being unusually veiny. She knew from the way he had stretched her pussy the previous night that he was very large so the size did not surprise her. He knew that the human was fondling a cock unlike any she had known before. She leaned forward and kissed the fat head of the multicolored beast that to her was only a shadow in the dark. She licked up and down his shaft thrilled to hear his moans. When she reached the base of the huge cock she was surprised to find that his balls were hairless and very small compared to his cock. As she sucked his little eggs she did not think he had shaved them. It felt like he had simply never grown hair there.

He gasped at the first touch of her lips to his delicate sack, “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

“You like that baby?” She purred.

“Oh yes..wow,” He managed to answer nearly totally loosing control of his words.

She moved back up his shaft and tried to stretch her lips around his pulsating cock head. She only managed to get a small portion of his cock in her mouth. It was enough to send him over the edge. She drank down every drop of the flowing green cum that the visitor’s cock poured into her mouth. She was determined not to let a single bit escape her lips as she listened to the odd guttural cries of her lover orgasming. When he finished cumming he reached down and pulled her up into his arms like she was no heavier than a rag doll.

“Oh fuck, yes!” She screamed as he impaled her on his still solid cock.

She wrapped her legs around him and put her arms around his neck. She held on to him tightly as he began to buck like some wild creature. His cock felt huge inside her and she seemed to be able feel every ripple of his veiny shaft. She had never felt such intense sensations while being fucked. The visitor allowed himself to become lost in mating with the human female. He was no longer Chuck nor was he as nature had made him. He had become some sort of a hybrid combining his natural characteristics with human traits. His howling was clearly unearthly. But Barbara was too lost in a passionate sexual frenzy to notice. As another orgasm overtook her, another mighty thrust sent the couple tumbling to the sofa. She loved the feel of his strong body pinning her down as he continued to fill her spasming cunt with his massive alien cock.

When he came she felt like a hose had been turned on inside her pussy. Thick cum splashed inside her and flowed into her womb. His odd moans of erotic abandon caused her eyes to fly wide open. In the dim light she saw for the first time the visitor’s true appearance. The thing atop and in her was both frightening and fascinating. He was humanlike but clearly not of her world. She wanted to scream but it seemed her vocal cords were frozen. In another moment see realized other than her pussy paralysis had spread over her entire body.

She blinked trying to drive away the image. She assumed that the power of her orgasm must have cause hallucinations. She was making love to Chuck, not some horrid creature. Could it be that like the day before she had blacked out and was dreaming she wondered? A moment later the visitor regained control and once again the blurry image Barbara saw was that of Chuck’s sweet smiling face. He was panting and sweat dripped from his forehead. She could still feel his cock inside her. His astonishing size still filled and stretched her as if his cock had not begun to deflate at all. She strained to bring her lips to his.

“You are amazing, baby,” She purred as their lips brushed together.

“Oh, wow, I have never felt this good in my life,” The visitor said honestly in a deeper tone than Barbara had ever heard Chuck use.

She chose not to question anything. She did not dare interfere with events. She was far too happy to risk ruining what felt like the best thing that had happened to her in a very long time.

Below them, trapped in a nearly lifeless body, Chuck was suffering what at first he thought to be a nightmare. He was aware of odd vaguely sexual ethereal sounds in the house. He was certain he had heard Barbara having sex somewhere nearby. He recalled the feeling of having someone or something inside his head. He could not feel his body or even remember how to make a single muscle twitch. He was alone and cold. He imagined that he was feeling what it was like to lay in ones grave. But that wasn’t possible. Were he dead he would feel nothing. He struggled to regain his last waking memory. The shower..no he had never made it there. He remembered the sharp pain. He screamed silently as a word filled his brain; stroke.

The sexual sounds stopped. For several minutes there was nothing but silence and the vast void of his mind for Chuck. The next thing he heard did not make sense. There were footsteps above him. He began to wonder where he could be that people were above him. It was certainly not his bed or the floor of the bathroom. He could feel a chill and dampness so it was unlikely he was in a hospital. He did not think that he was blind so he decided he must be in an unlit windowless place. The question of how he got from his bathroom to his current location plagued him even more then the question of his current location.

Upstairs the visitor was once again in complete control. His cock had gone flaccid and returned to human form. No one, not even one intimately familiar with Chuck’s most private parts could think he was any other than Chuck. He did not bother to dress when he went to the kitchen to get Barbara a drink. When he returned the light was on and Barbara still nude was curled up on one side of the sofa with her legs drawn up and held to her body by her arms.

“I hope you don’t mind, I wanted to see you; all of you, naked. God you are a gorgeous man!” She said as he handed her the glass.

“I do not mind at all. I like the way you look at me. Most women do not seem to like looking at men unclothed,” The visitor replied borrowing Chuck’s thoughts as he sat down next to her. “I feel very lucky to be with you. It is not only that you are beautiful and an amazing lover. You are so wonderful. I have never felt so good with anyone before.”

He knew that his mind was become increasing confused. His words reflected a mixture of Chuck and himself. He wondered what he would become if he allowed things to continue. When Barbara set her glass down, he leaned over and kissed her softly. As they held each other she whispered in his ear.

“Maybe you figured this out already, but I want to say it anyway. I am falling in love with you.”

The visitor ignored the alarm bells ringing in his head. He had been strongly warned about the dangers of emotion. Though love was a little understood human trait studying it was avoided due its intense nature. Such strong emotion was a fearsome thing to his species. Or at least that is what he was made to believe. The visitor had to draw on what he had copied from Chuck’s mind to gain an understanding of his situation. If Chuck was representative, love was a good, pleasant thing. It was something Chuck desired to get from Barbara. It was something Chuck was beginning to feel for her. The visitor acknowledged that it was a feeling that was growing in him also.

“That makes me very happy,” He said sincerely as he caressed her bare shoulder.

She smiled at him, glad that he had not simply come back with an I love you too type line. She preferred guys that were a bit reserved with the L word. It was too often used to get a woman into bed. She did not want her pussy to be a trophy and her heart a casualty.

After another kiss he added, “Fate has blessed me by bringing you to me. I hope you are going to stay.”

“Well, I am certainly staying the night and if Cheryl doesn’t come around the next couple of days. After that I have to get back to the city and my job. But considering the way I feel and those fates that want us together it seems we will have to find a way to work this out. Now how about you take me to bed and let me sleep in your arms.”

“That sounds wonderful and reminds me a need to make a call. I am feeling a touch of sickness coming on,” He said with a mischievous grin.

He called a fellow officer to get coverage for the next two days and then carried her to bed.

Dr. Dennis Appleton was driving out Riverside Parkway from the city. He stopped every few miles to take new readings. He found what he believed to be a marker left behind by the alien craft. It was only a trace reading of an element that did not belong in that area. The further away from the city he got the stronger the readings were. He was certain he was on the trail of the most fantastic discovery of all time. If it was as he suspected, a piloted spacecraft, then there was likely an alien in the vicinity.

While he did not think that an extraterrestrial being would look human, Dennis assumed like most sci-fi writers that they would share similar characteristics. Bi-lateral creatures that walked upright and had appendages useful for manipulating tools seemed almost a prerequisite for intelligent life. Then again he thought that he might be dealing with a fish-like creature and that is why the craft landed in water. There were so many questions to be answered and he had so few resources. He continued to take readings until shortly after he passed the turnoff for the small hamlet of Radcliff.

There was not even a trace of the element at his next stop. Dennis began to back track taking readings more frequently until he found the trails end. Whatever left the markers had abandoned the river near Radcliff. The young researcher pulled off the parkway and found a place to leave his car at a park by the river. Whatever had left the trace element markings had left a clear trail into Radcliff. Dennis found himself standing on Main Street in front of The Olde Town Boarding House. The readings there were stronger than they had been anyplace else. Since it was late he decided to take a room for the night. The older gentleman who was handling the overnight duty was not happy about being awakened to register a stranger with no luggage. However, he was satisfied with Dennis’s story about a broken down car on the parkway and walking into town.

The next morning the visitor awoke with a start. He had allowed himself to totally relax while in bed with the human female. He hadn’t rested that deeply since coming to earth. Even alone in his room at the boarding house he had not dared let himself relax completely. He knew it had been a mistake to do so that night. He looked first at the naked human female next to him and then at his own body. He saw there a body that was partially human and partially his natural state. He was glad he had awoken before his companion. The visitor concentrated and the non-human parts of his body faded away and were replaced with human features. The last thing to morph was his large multicolored phallus.

As Barbara began to stir, the visitor’s mind was assaulted with images and strong emotions. Some of what he was sensing were dreams the female was having. There were erotic images and overwhelming good feelings along with love emanating from her. But there were other thoughts and emotions that were not hers. He felt great fear and desperation. There was also very active deduction along with the fearful emotions. When Barbara opened her eyes and greeted him with smile, the visitor finally grasped the source of the other thoughts and feelings. With his mind freed of Barbara’s dreams he could concentrate on the other; the male was conscious! Though still paralyzed and unable to speak his mind had returned and soon he would regain other functions.

“Good morning, baby. Barbara said softly as she leaned toward him for a kiss.

Her lips cut off his response and temporarily stopped him from thinking about the male human on the lower level. As they kissed and their naked bodies pressed together, the visitor’s human cock quickly responded.

“Mmmmmmm, you are one horny stud, baby. I thought I wore this guy out last night,” Barbara said as she fondled his growing cock.

The idea of a cock being worn out was foreign to the visitor until he found references to human sexual stamina in Chuck’s memories.

He smiled and said, “I think I would always be ready to make love to you, Barbara.”

The words were the visitor’s not Chuck’s. Despite all his training and warnings he was going further down a path he imagined could lead to his destruction. He could not stop himself. He had allowed a crack in the dam that held his ancient emotions in check. The crack was growing and threatening to become a full breach. He had no clue as to what it would mean to allow a torrent of emotions to flood his being. Barbara suggested they share the shower. The visitor happily agreed after recalling a happy memory of Chuck’s about mating in a shower.

By the time the couple finished washing each other’s bodies they were both ready to copulate. Using Chuck’s memories as a guide the visitor grabbed Barbara’s hips and turned her around facing the tile wall. She just managed to brace herself with her palms on the tile when he moved his throbbing cock into position. She bent slightly and pushed her ass back toward him to accept his assault. He drove the full length of his human cock into her waiting pussy.

“Oh god, Chuck, your cock feels so good inside me!” She cried out as he began humping her from behind.

As he knew was going to happen every time he mated with the female the visitor’s cock morphed and began to grow inside her. He fucked her so forcefully with his huge cock that she was lifted from the ground and pressed against the tile. Waves of orgasm racked her body as the visitor’s alien cock ravaged her convulsing cunt.

Two stories below, Chuck heard her impassioned screams. At first he thought someone was in trouble, possibly being hurt very badly. After a couple of minutes he realized what he was hearing were not the sounds of distress but those of a woman enjoying sexual bliss. After a few more minutes his slowly recovering mind indentified the woman as Barbara. She was somewhere near by being fucked and she was enjoying it. How long had he been out he wondered. To him it seemed like almost no time had passed since he made love to Barbara. But now she was fucking some other guy or was it Cher maybe. He thought he was on the verge of loosing his mind when he heard her call out his name.

“Oh fuck yes! Oh my god, Chuck fuck me, fuck me hard, baby!” Barbara screamed as she came again.

Barbara’s pussy gripped and squeezed the huge invading cock sending the visitor over the edge. A river of greenish cum flowed into Barbara’s body. It began to ooze out the nearly non-existent gap between the visitor’s cock and her pussy. The green alien cum trickled down her thigh and was washed away by the warm spray of the shower. When he finished and pulled his still multicolored cock from her pussy, the visitor turned her around and held her tightly with her face buried in his chest. The tell tale cum flowed out of her pussy and down her legs as his cock retuned to human form. By the time she lifted her face from his chest, the shower had washed the green semen away and the visitor once again wore a replica of Chuck’s cock.

Chuck was in agony down in the basement. He wanted to leap up but could not even make his little finger twitch. He tried to scream but heard only silence all around him. He prayed that what he thought he heard was only a dream.

Dr. Appleton was up before dawn that morning. He retrieved his car and began following the trial around town. It seemed clear from the strong readings he got that the alien must have been in town for several days. There were traces of the element everywhere. Here and there Dennis found larger amounts indicating to him that the alien had been in those places longer. Around eleven Dennis stopped in a coffee shop. He had been so anxious to continue his quest that he had forgotten to eat breakfast. He slowly ate his sweet roll and sipped tea while contemplating what his next move should be.

The visitor sat through breakfast with the female anxious over the male locked away below them. He could sense the ever growing consciousness. He would either have to put Chuck down again or give up using his body. Putting him down again would be risky. Humans were rather frail another stroke might cause permanent damage or even death. But he wasn’t ready to give up Chuck’s body. The visitor was falling in love in love with Barbara. The only way he knew to continue to be with her was to remain in the form of the human male known as Chuck. However, there was an even greater dilemma to ultimately be faced. The visitor knew that even if he killed the male he could not simply assume Chuck’s life and go on forever fooling the female. Eventually, emotion and pleasure would overwhelm his senses and he would lose control of his appearance. If she suddenly saw him as he really appeared without warning she certainly would be damaged. The human mind could not handle such a thing. If she did not die of fear and shock, she would most certainly be lost to insanity.

But there was a more immediate problem. The visitor had to get to Chuck to better assess the situation. However, he could not risk Barbara following him into the lower level.

“Barbie, do you think maybe you should give Cher a call? I am sure she would want to make it up with you. But she is so damn proud and stubborn she might never make the first move,” He said again using Chuck’s thoughts to achieve his purpose.

“I don’t know, baby. She is really in a bad place. First I rejected her overture. Then she caught you and me after that wild sex thing on her sofa. Finally, that strange woman who Cher confided to me seemed interested in her split without a word. I don’t know if she can move past all that so fast.”

“Well it is certainly up to you. But I know you two have been friends forever. I know her too and I can’t imagine she would let you out of her life because you don’t want to mate with her.”

As soon as he said it, the visitor knew he had made a mistake with his words. He had simply become too comfortable with the female.

“Huh, what’d you say? Mate with her?”

“Oh shit, you know me. I was just trying to use a polite word. Only other way I could think of to say it was lick her twat,” He quickly answered using Chuck’s thoughts again.

Barbara laughed and said, “That’s the gross thoughts I expect from my nasty boy.”

“Seems to me you have a dirty mouth yourself.”

The visitor recalled a scene from Chuck’s memory. In her youth Barbara had been pretty frank about sexual matters and her choice of words might have shocked a truck driver.

“Yeah well whatever. I ain’t licking anything Cheryl has. Fuck she had to know that. You are right, I need to call her and get this shit settled.”

Dennis Appleton was standing at the gate leading to the yard of a very impressive old house just outside of the main business area. The alien’s marker had led him to that spot. He was sure that the alien had been in that very spot many times. He wanted to go into the yard to take readings to see if the alien might have entered the house. But he was a bit afraid that the being might still be on the property. In the end scientific curiosity beat out fear. He pushed open the gate and began taking more readings. Whatever it was had obviously been in the yard and up on the porch. Curiously the strongest reading of all came from under a window behind a bush on the side of the house. Just as Dennis came back around the front of the house Cheryl opened her door to greet the day.

“Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you doing on my property?” She yelled in a tone that might scare the bravest of souls.

Dennis not sure if he was addressing a fellow human or the alien itself answered cautiously, “I am sorry, I am Dr. Dennis Appleton. I am investigating an atmospheric phenomenon that occurred a few days ago. I found some interesting readings near your yard. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

Cheryl who was still in a rotten humor wasn’t in the mood for any scientific double talk from some young peeping tom.

“What the fuck kind a dumb-shit BS is that ass wipe? Why the hell don’t you just admit you were peeping in my windows trying to get a thrill by glimpsing my snatch?”

Dennis was totally thrown by the virulent accusation.

“Oh god no, really, I would never. Geez. Please let me show my credentials. I am a researcher at Brandon University.”

His stumbling protest almost convinced Cheryl of his sincerity.

“Ok, come on up here and let me see those credentials. But be warned if I even get a thought you are making an untoward move I will kick you so hard you will be getting social security before your balls drop back down.”

Dennis nervously climbed the stairs to the porch with his university ID held out in front of him. Cheryl enjoyed seeing the look of fear in the guy’s eyes. Even without seeing the ID she was ready to accept that he was legit.

“So what the hell are you doing here? Investigating what?” She asked as she handed the card back to him. “By the way sorry about how I greeted you. A girl can’t be too careful.”

“I understand. I am sorry I didn’t present myself before I went poking around your yard. What I am investigation is something that fell from the sky a few days ago.”

“You mean that fireball that landed in the river up near the city? I thought that NASA and the rest of our government decided that it was just a meteorite that turned to dust when it hit the water.”

“Well that is certainly the popular theory. Or at least the one offered to the public.”

Dennis’s explanation intrigued Cheryl. It also made her feel a little afraid.

“Maybe, you should come on in and have a cup of coffee while you explain this to me.”

“Well I would like to talk to you and maybe you could answer a few questions. But I don’t drink coffee.”

“Come on in. It is probably still too early for a beer, but I can do tea or soda or something. By the way I am Cheryl Darnell.”

“Glass of water would be great,” He said as she led him into the kitchen.

They sat at the table after she got his water and her coffee.

“Now what the hell were you trying not to say out there?” She asked.

“I am not sure how much I should say, but it basically comes down to this. Either the government experts are mistaken, lying or both.”

“Huh, why would they?”

“I am not sure. But I know that what landed in the river was not a naturally occurring thing. So unless it is some military test gone awry then it is what is commonly called a UFO. Our government is notoriously secretive about military accidents and UFOs.”

“Ok, so say you are right. What does that have to do with Radcliff?”

“Ok, I guess I need to tell someone about this. May as well be you. Since I am sure the government won’t listen. But first you have to promise you will not say anything about it to anyone no matter what you think of what I say.”

“That is a hard promise to make. You might be a kook. But ok, I promise I will not tell anyone about your little conspiracy theory or whatever.”

“I hope I can trust you. A lot may depend on it. Anyway, near the impact site I found a trace of an element that shouldn’t be there. It seemed to me like a kind of marker, something that came from the object. Traveling along the palisades, I found there was a trail of the element that grew stronger as I moved away from the city. The trail turned sharply away from the river and led me into Radcliff.”

“Ok so you followed some weird chemical to Radcliff. I don’t really know what that means. More importantly I don’t see what that has to do with you snooping around in my yard.”

“Whatever, left the trail was out in front of your house a lot. So I checked your yard. It was there too and on your porch.”

“What are you saying?”

“I think there is an alien in Radcliff and if I am right it has been in your yard. If it is ok I would like to take some readings inside the house.”

She agreed and he got positive readings all over the house. They were strongest in the living room and two of the bedrooms. A third bedroom showed less of the element.

“Cheryl have there been any strangers in your house recently?” He asked clearly concerned.

“You aren’t thinking that the alien has been in my house?”

“I am thinking exactly that.”

She told him about the night of the storm and about Barbara and Chuck spending the night. She also told him about meeting the stranger and how she had suddenly left in the night. She did not tell him about her sexual contact with the woman.

“Would you mind walking through the house with me and answering some questions about the places I got the readings?”

She agreed and they began in the living room where Cheryl explained that the four of them had spent a lot of time together. They went upstairs and stopped in front of the guest room where the lesser readings were found.

“Whose room is this?” Dennis asked in a professional tone.

“That is the guest room where she slept.”

Dennis found that curious, but did not say anything about the lower levels in that room. The next room they came to was Cheryl’s. Dennis entered the room and took another series of readings.

“This is very important, was that woman in this room? Specifically, do you recall if she might have been standing right here?”

Cheryl was stunned as she realized he was indicating the exact spot where Bobbie had had an orgasm. Dennis noticed that her face seemed to grow paler as she answered his question.

All she could manage was a very weak, “Yes.” “Cheryl, what happened here? I really need to know it is important, please.”

“Dennis, I have to er..o sit down.”

She swooned and fell into his arms as he went to help her. He helped her to the bed and then sat beside her and took hold of her hand.

“Oh god, if what you think is true then this is too awful to say,” Cheryl sighed.

“It is ok, you couldn’t have known what she was,” Dennis said suspecting what had occurred.

“Dennis, I am a lesbian. Bobbie had an orgasm with me right in that spot.”

“I am sorry to press this I know it must hurt. But did you see her naked? Was there anything unusual about her body?”

Cheryl explained that the woman had a beautiful sexy human body. She also told him about the hair.

“Well that is really only so unusual in this country. Could she have been from some other country?”

“There wasn’t the slightest hint of an accent. Besides you said she was from outer space.”

“Cheryl, I don’t know that for sure. I could be completely wrong and there is no alien. Who knows maybe she is human and is carrying some alien spore planted inside her. You said you found her down by the river?”

“Yes.”

“Do you feel well enough to talk about one more room where I found strong readings?”

Cheryl agreed and he took her down the hall to her brother’s room.

“The readings on the bed in this room were almost as strong as the readings in your room. Could she have been in this bed?”

“I don’t see how. Chuck was in this room. That wouldn’t make any sense.”

“I don’t want to make you feel worse, but isn’t there a chance she might have seduced him after she had sex with you?”

“God, I don’t know what I know any more. But, Chuck is into my friend Barbara. She is at his house now I think. He is not the kind of guy to do something like that.”

“Cheryl, did Chuck act at all different or do anything strange?”

“I don’t think so. Why are you asking about him?”

“The truth is I don’t know much about aliens other than what you get from Sci-Fi movies. Maybe, whatever this is we are dealing with can inhabit human bodies, or is polymorphic and can change its appearance. Maybe Chuck was never here.”

“Are you trying to say that Barbara is sleeping with an alien right now?”

“No, I don’t know. I don’t have any answers and the readings are not making sense. There are three spots where I get the highest levels: this bed, the spot in your room where we know Bobbie had an orgasm and behind a bush under a window outside your house.”

“This is crazy. I know that was Chuck that was here. I have known him nearly all of my life.”

“What about Barbara?”

“Oh god. She drove down the parkway along the palisades to get here. You don’t really believe that aliens are taking the bodies of my friends?”

“All I know is that I have unexplained findings. Where did Barbara sleep that night?”

“She slept in the big room at the end of the hall.”

“Well if she really slept there she isn’t likely the one I am seeking since I found the lowest readings of any room there. Now I need to think about the evidence and I hope you don’t mind but talking aloud seems to make this kind of stuff clearer to me.”

Dennis hadn’t bothered to take readings under Barbara’s bed where the visitor had slept. If he had he would have been astonished at the findings.

“Yeah, sure that is fine. But can we go downstairs to sit and talk. The idea that some alien sex juice is on the bed is unsettling.”

They went back down to the kitchen and sat at the table.

Dennis began to lay out his thoughts, “We know that one of the spots with the highest readings is definitely associated with sexual activity. If we assume for the moment that this Bobbie did somehow seduce your friend Chuck, then it follows that the second strong reading can be associated with sex. That leaves the outdoor reading.”

“You think she fucked someone out in my bushes too!” Cheryl blurted out.

“It is possible that there is more than one alien. Maybe one was watching as their partner infiltrated your home. Maybe the readings are not limited to sexual activity. It is possible that it is involves bodily fluids. The other one might have urinated out there.”

“I am sorry. I do not mean to diss your work, Dennis. But this shit is stupid. You are actually proposing that one alien decided to worm her way into my home and fuck a couple of us while another one pissed in my bushes. What the fuck could they gain from that?” Cheryl said exasperated over Dennis’s odd theory.

“When you put it that way it does sound pretty stupid.”

Before Cheryl could agree, the phone rang. It was Barbara calling to tell her that she wanted a chance to make up.

“Of course, I want to keep our friendship too, Barbie,” Dennis overheard Cheryl say.

Cheryl had not planned to tell the researcher that she was going to meet with Barbara. She knew that her friend was far too level headed to listen to all that alien nonsense. Cheryl knew that Barbara would think she was crazy for even allowing Dennis to talk about such foolishness.

“Look, Dennis, this has all been very interesting, odd but interesting. But I am going to have to show you out. I have someplace to be and need to take a shower first.”

Dennis wanted to ask her to let him tag along and talk to Barbara who he deduced from the name Barbie that Cheryl was meeting. However, he figured she would deny the request since she wasn’t forth coming about who she was meeting. He decided he would have to try following Cheryl.

“Oh, ok. Thank you for your time. I am staying at a place called the Olde Town Boarding House. If you think of anything else or something else odd happens please call me,” He said as he stood to leave.

She agreed to do what she knew she wouldn’t as she led him to the door. Dennis found a place where he could observe her door unseen and waited. His plan failed when instead of walking to her destination she decided to drive.

The visitor was pleased when Barbara left him to go meet the blond female. However, he was puzzled when Barbara told him that Cheryl wanted to meet at place outside of town. He couldn’t dwell on that puzzle though. He felt Chuck’s ever growing consciousness below his feet. He needed time to figure out what to do and having Barbara out of there for awhile was a good thing.

As the visitor descended the stairs to the cellar he allowed his form to morph. Chuck’s façade faded away in favor of the visitor’s natural appearance. The face was actually very human-like: two eyes, a nose-like protrusion in the center, a mouth with small lips, a defined jaw and chin and two very small ears. The complete absence of hair anywhere and the same streaks of color on his head that were found on his genitals were the most obvious differences. Since his species had long ago evolved away all modesty he did not manufacture any clothing just for Chuck’s sake. Since he was not aroused there were no discernable genitals; only a small bump where a penis might be. As with his face and head his body was smooth and hairless. He looked a lot like a mannequin in some fancy high end department store. The visitor turned on the light and stood over Chuck. Even if he could not read Chuck’s thoughts the visitor could have seen the horror in the human’s eyes.

“Relax,” the visitor said aloud while sending soothing thoughts to Chuck’s brain.

Chuck did not understand how the fear simply disappeared. He again wondered if he was dreaming.

“I assure you that this is very real. It is regrettable that my needs have supplanted your rights. However, I must ask that you cooperate with me. I can not allow you to interfere and I assure you any attempt to do so will cause those you care about distress. You also should know that resistance on your part will likely result in your demise. If you choose to cooperate and simply relax and sleep for awhile longer than you will have your life back. All you will have lost is a small amount of time. You won’t even remember the thoughts you had during the lost time.”

Chuck tried to scream no. He wanted desperately to deny the request. But he could not utter a sound. His vocal cords were still frozen. Even without verbalization the visitor knew Chuck’s answer.

“Human, your thoughts tell me that you are choosing death. That choice defies logic. Self-preservation is strong in your species. I have asked for only a small thing from you. Something I could simply take. I chose to be what you would call humane in exchange for what most resembles hospitality on your part. But you would fight me, even knowing you have no hope of success?”

The visitor was truly confused by Chuck’s reaction. He was also intensely curious. His purpose for being was to study other species. He had encountered an unexpected quality in this human. He needed to understand why it would rather die than grant a simple request. The visitor allowed the paralysis to lessen enough for Chuck to speak as the human’s thoughts had become too jumbled to comprehend.

“Speak slowly and softly. Otherwise you will cause yourself great pain and possible permanent damage,” The visitor instructed.

“What?” Chuck said too loudly and immediately felt as if he had been stabbed in the throat.

“Your emotions are jumbling your thoughts. I need you to answer my questions,” The visitor said sternly.

“I will answer nothing until I know what is going on,” Chuck whispered. “It is foolish to resist me. Do you not yet know I can terminate your life with a thought?”

“Yes, I know. But I also know you do not want to do that and if you do you will not learn what you want to know.”

The visitor felt a new concept, courage.

“Very well, I will confirm what you already think. I am a being from a distant world. What your fiction writer’s call an extraterrestrial. I am sorry I do not fit any of the popular images they have concocted. I am here to do research. We do this to better understand the other species that share our galaxy.”

“What right do you have to invade our planet?” Chuck asked annoyed at the alien’s matter-of-fact manner.

“I have not invaded your planet. I am a visitor and my aim is peaceful. If however, my kind conducted ourselves like humans, we would simply conquer your world. We have studied your history. You are a violent species that has always conducted yourselves in a warlike manner. Can you deny that it is your species that practices rule by strength?”

Chuck had no argument for the creature that held him captive. There was no denying human history. But he knew he had to try. He was certain that the alien did not want to harm him.

“I am sure that seems like truth from the outside looking in. But you obviously do not know all of human-kind. Your scenario of our history disregards all that is good, love, family, community, compassion and caring.”

“There is no doubt that there is good in your species. If not we would have long ago given up on you. However, it is clear that good is far overshadowed by the evil you do to each other. Now I have answered your question. Will you answer mine?”

“You have told me only what you are and what you believe humans are. You have not told me why you hold me captive and want my cooperation.”

“I need your identity for a few days longer,” The visitor said and morphed into a perfect replica of Chuck.

“Clearly as you said you don’t need my cooperation,” Chuck said again too loudly and paid the painful price.

“I do not wish to permanently damage you. If you resist going back into a coma that is likely to happen. I also have some things I need to know that I can not simply pluck form your mind.”

Though Chuck was terrified he was also extremely pissed off. He realized he had not been dreaming when he heard Barbara having sex. Whatever the creature was that held him captive had clearly tricked her by appearing as a human. His body was being used and he wanted to fight, but there was no way to fight.

“What is it that you can’t just pluck from my mind?” Chuck whimpered with as much contempt as he could inject without causing himself pain.

“Why would you give up your life to resist me when I intend you and your species no harm?” The visitor asked.

“Your intent may be honorable but your actions are not. You are doing harm. You have raped a woman that I love. In all likelihood you appeared to another human female in the guise of friendship. In the process you hurt her also. That doesn’t even cover what you have done to me. What else have you done while not intending to harm? Chuck asked despite the pain caused by his raised voice.

The visitor was stunned by the human’s words. He had not thought that he could be harming Barbara. The concept of raping a willing partner did not make sense to him. As for the other female he had done nothing to her. Even in Chuck’s case there was no real harm done yet.

“So this bravery you show is based on some notion of protecting the females? Your male strength is no match for their mental powers. They possess powerful emotions that they use to control you even when you think males dominate this society. You are a fool to be willing to give up your existence in a futile attempt to protect those that do not need your help.”

“You know nothing. All of your intelligence has led you to the wrong conclusion. I would be just as determine if it were men you were harming.”

“Perhaps you believe that I am doing harm to these females you care for. But you are wrong. I would never harm the one your call Barbara that you are so concerned over. Now chose, relax and sleep well for a few days while I complete my study or cease to exist. I no longer care which happens.”

“Oh my god! You are in love with her!” Chuck said horrified at the prospect.

They were the last words he would ever speak. Dozens of tiny capillaries in his brain exploded leaving him little more than an empty shell. The visitor was surprised that the human had not expired instantly. He sensed the emptiness of Chuck’s mind and knew there was no hope of recovery. He considered simply hastening the end of the human’s life. But even though Chuck’s death was certain, the visitor could not take an overt action that would kill. It was the release of strong emotions that had caused the damage to the human. To the visitor that was easily blamed on Chuck.

Since Dennis was unable to follow Cheryl he decided to investigate the high reading behind the bushes. It was evident that someone had been there. Dennis found many breaks in the bush’s branches. He also found an odd irregularly shaped spot on the ground between the bush and the wall. Instead of the mulch that was piled all around the bushes there was some strange growth. Using gloves the young researcher gathered a sample into a Ziploc bag. He didn’t have the benefit of a full lab but there was some equipment in his car.

After securing the sample he decided to take some additional readings in the hopes of discovering where the alien had gone. He mistakenly followed the wrong path. Though he didn’t know it he ended up down at the river where Cheryl had met Bobbie. It was seemingly a dead end. He sat on a nearby bench and mulled over in his mind what he had discovered. When he thought about the mysterious woman he realized why the trail he followed had led to that spot. He hurried back to Cheryl’s house convinced that there was another trail. Back at Cheryl’s house it quickly became apparent that whatever had left the element had moved in nearly every direction from the front gate. It was impossible to find another clear trail. Dennis decided to return to the boarding house and attempt to analyze the sample he had taken.

As Barbara was getting out of her car Cheryl pulled into the parking lot of Thompson’s Road House. At night the place was some aging yuppies idea of an old fashioned road house. During the day they served a decent lunch for a reasonable price. But that wasn’t the reason Cheryl had picked the place to meet. She knew that on weekday afternoons the place was usually all but deserted. She figured it would be best if they had a private chat. She wanted to tell Barbara about the researcher but she didn’t think it was the kind of thing other people should hear about. Small towns tended to have easily frightened residents. As soon as Cheryl got out of her car Barbara ran up and hugged her.

“I am so sorry Cheryl. If there was anyone I never wanted to hurt it is you.”

“Stop Barbie. It is my fault. I know you are straight. I shouldn’t have wanted that so bad. Besides I think the fight was more about me feeling bad about myself than anything you did. I tried to seducing Bobbie and thought I had succeeded. Then when she disappeared I felt like an idiot. I know I was just looking for sex to use to make my hurt go away. I just ended up getting more hurt.”

“God I am sorry Cher. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What could I say? I acted like a stupid slut and got my feelings hurt. How is it going with Chuck?”

“I hate to say it under the circumstance but really great. I think this might be something real.”

“Wow, I really am happy for you.”

They took a table in the back. After they ordered Cheryl started her story about her visitor.

“I am really glad to hear things are good with Chuck. Makes it seem what I am about to tell you really dumb,” Cheryl began.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I had a visitor just before you called. He was a good looking young guy, real smart too I guess. Anyway, he was some kind of researcher and he had the weirdest theory.”

Cheryl paused trying to think how to explain the theory without sounding like she was crazy.

“Am I supposed to guess?”

“Oh no sorry. You remember the other day the fireball that hit the river?”

“Of course.”

“Well he thinks that it was some kind of space ship and that we have an alien right here in town.”

“No shit? I thought you said he was smart?”

“He is he is a scientist; a doctor of something.”

“Yeah a fucking doctor of reading too many comic books.”

“Hey he was a serious guy. I doubt he ever read a comic in his life. Anyway, he said that he was sure that this alien was in my house. Even thought it might Bobbie, or maybe using Chuck’s body.”

“I assure you that Chuck’s body is right were it belongs!” Barbara blurted before thinking better of it, “Shit I am sorry. But really that is way too Hollywood for me.”

“Really is everything normal with Chuck?” This guy was pretty convincing.”

Barbara didn’t believe in aliens but she couldn’t deny that there had been some weird occurrences. There was her and Chuck’s wild nearly insatiable fuck fest in Cheryl’s living room and the odd feeling she had that Chuck’s cock expanded inside her when they made love. In addition, Chuck had said some rather strange things.

“Barbie what are you thinking? Has something strange happened?” Cheryl demanded.

“Um no not really. You know I haven’t seen Chuck in years. There are bound to be some things that are different. Did he seem different to you?”

“Not when he was at my house. But maybe something happened later.”

“Nothing could have happened he was with us the whole time. Why did that researcher guy think Chuck was an alien?”

Cheryl explained as best she could about the readings including Dennis’s idea about them being sex related.

“Oh god that is so weird. I woke up that night because I thought I heard Chuck having sex. When I checked on him he was asleep. It had to be a dream.”

“Well if he was having sex with Bobbie that would explain the readings and at least mean he isn’t an alien.”

“All it would mean is that he is a two-timing asshole and I will castrate him! Screw this alien nonsense. That guy you met is a dingaling. Besides I don’t believe Chuck fucked Bobbie after what we did earlier that evening.”

“Well that was pretty weird too, if your description of how it happened was true.”

“I swear something came over us both. It was like we were a pair of wild animals in heat. I have never wanted to be fucked so badly in my life Cher. I had thought he would be a fun comfortable person to sleep with while I was in town, but not like that.”

“What if the guy that came to my house is right? What if you two were manipulated by something?”

“That isn’t possible. There are no fucking little green men in town making me want to fuck Chuck!”

“Maybe you should come with me and talk to this guy.”

“I won’t do that until I talk to Chuck.”

“But what if he is an alien?”

“Do you know how stupid that sounds?”

“Yeah, but shit everything is too weird Barbie.”

Their food came and they picked at it in silence.

When she had sat there as long as she could stand, Barbara said, “Look Cheryl I have to go talk to Chuck. I am falling in love with the guy. If there is a chance he is alien then well oh god that is too awful to even say. Come with me. We won’t tell him anything about this weird researcher and his Martians or whatever. I know it just can’t be, but well, fuck. Anyway the two of us can find out if he is really Chuck. If you think anything is off, I will go see this researcher guy. Ok?”

“Ok, Barbie, but we have to be really careful. If there is an alien that can take Chuck’s body imagine what he would do to us if we spooked him.”

“If this is real he has already fucked me, what could be worse?”

They paid the check and headed to Chuck’s house.

Dennis had done every test he had the equipment for on the odd growth he found in Cheryl’s bushes. There was no known plant life on earth like it. In addition the chemical structure contained several unidentifiable compounds. The young researcher was convinced that it had to be of extraterrestrial origin. He took that conclusion as proof of his theory about the nature of the fireball and the presence of aliens on earth. His immediate concern however was the safety of Cheryl and her friends. He felt that he may have inadvertently put her in danger. If they really were in contact with an alien and Cheryl was to let on what Dennis had told her the alien might have to act to protect its anonymity.

As Cheryl and Barbara discussed Dennis’s theory the visitor carried Chuck’s almost lifeless body up the stairs. He took the still naked former man up to the bath. He laid Chuck on the floor making it seem as if the man had collapsed as he was entering the shower. The visitor knew it was rare but not unheard of for a human Chuck’s age to have a stroke. He hoped the town’s people would believe it was a natural occurrence. However, that was not the visitor’s biggest concern. He acknowledged the truth of Chuck’s final declaration. He was emotionally attached to the female. No longer able to use Chuck’s form, he did not know how he could continue the relationship.

When the women arrived at Chuck’s house they found the door open but no sign of Chuck. They did not notice the small creature secreted under the sofa who was watching them. Suddenly, Cheryl felt an overwhelming urge to empty her bladder.

“Damn, I got to piss badly,” She exclaimed, “I am sure Chuck won’t mind.”

The house only had the one bathroom so Cheryl ran up the stairs. She screamed and wet her pants when she found Chuck sprawled on the floor naked and unconscious. Barbara rushed up the stairs in a panic. Her panic turned to desperation when she saw the cause of Cheryl’s distress. Even though the paramedics knew there was no hope they rushed Chuck to the hospital. The emergency room doctor didn’t even bother with a respirator. Each of the woman held one of their friends hands as Chuck’s body joined his mind in death.

They returned to Cheryl’s house and drank wine as they mourned together. They were not alone as they talked about Chuck and the strange way he died. The visitor was once again secreted in the bushes outside Cheryl’s window. He listened to every word they spoke while reading their thoughts. He soon discovered the existence of a hunter. Dr. Dennis Appleton went on analyzing the strange growth not knowing he only had precious minutes left to live. The visitor left Cheryl’s yard in the form of a sleek cat. He had decided to eliminate the one who hunted him and at the same time find a new form to use to attract the object of his desire.

Using the guise of Bobbie, the visitor knocked on the door to Dennis’s room. The young Ph.D. was surprised to find an attractive woman he did not know seeking him out.

“Hello, are you Dr. Appleton?” Bobbie asked in a sultry voice.

“Yes, what can I do for you?”

“Cheryl told me that you were interested in meeting me,” The visitor said as he pushed Dennis back into the room and closed the door.

Dennis knew immediately that he had found the alien. He also knew it was likely that he was going to die without having the chance to reveal his discovery. He tried to scream as he fell into a heap upon the bed. But it was too late his vocal cords were already frozen.

“Don’t bother, Dennis,” The visitor said as Bobbie faded away and the alien’s true form was revealed to the young scientist. “It is regrettable that you chose to reveal me to the female. I have little choice now. I must prevent you from spreading this story. Even though most will think you insane even if only a few believe you my work will be jeopardized.”

Dennis couldn’t move or protest. His emotions went from fascination to abject terror. The visitor probed the young researcher’s mind. He was pleased to learn that Dennis had not spoken to anyone other than he blond female about his theories. He probed deeper and discovered that all of the research notes were in the foolish human’s car. He had done nothing to protect his findings in the event of a disaster. The visitor went deeper. He was no longer in need of research information. What he wanted was the necessary information to take over Dennis’s life. He discovered that there was no family to miss. There was no mate and no true friends. Dennis had been a loner. He hadn’t even formed any research partnerships. When the visitor was satisfied that he knew all he needed to become Dennis, he morphed while the terrified researcher watched helplessly.

“I know you are frightened. For that I am sorry,” The visitor said in Dennis’s voice. “You unfortunately stumbled into something that is more important than any individual of any species. I hope in your last minutes you are at least comforted with the knowledge that you were correct in many of your theories. I hope that having seen the alien you sought so urgently will give you a measure of eternal peace that human’s so crave.”

“Please,” The visitor felt Dennis say.

Against his own best judgment the visitor removed the paralysis from Dennis’s vocal cords.

“Speak softly human,” The visitor commanded.

“Why?”

“I am here on a peaceful mission to study your species.”

“No, why must I die?”

“I truly regret that. But knowledge of alien existence endangers the natural order of the galaxy,” The visitor lied.

He knew the true reason he was terminating Dennis’s existence was to further his desire to possess the dark haired human female. His mission was all but destroyed. He wondered if he managed to win her over if his kind would allow him to simply live in peace with her. Or would they hunt him down and do to him what he as about to do the young human scientist.

“Convince me that your mission is truly peaceful and I will remain silent. Share with us teach us. Please do not do evil in the name of your research,” Dennis pleaded.

The truth was the alien was at least partially correct. Knowing he was right and actually discovering a live alien was nearly enough to give Dennis comfort in the face of death. But the possibility of making great contribution to society with the help of knowledge he could gain from the alien made the loss greater than the comfort. The visitor felt the young human’s thoughts and agreed in principle with his supposition. However, even if helping humankind was within the parameters of his mission his desire for the female would have outweighed benevolence.

“I am sorry, butt there are things that you can not understand at play. I promise you will feel no more pain that when you fall asleep.”

Dennis was no more. The visitor quickly gathered together the contents of the room. Well after midnight when the village was quiet he took Dennis’s body down to the car. He drove to river and secreted the researcher’s body and belongings into his craft. The visitor kept only those things he would need to aid in his deception. His plan was to use the combined knowledge gained from Chuck and Dennis to capture Barbara’s heart. The visitor knew he would eventually have to reveal himself to the human. He hoped that she would be so deeply in love that his true self would be of no consequence.

By the time the visitor returned to Cheryl’s house in the guise of Dennis, the woman had consumed enough wine that they were both very drunk. Barbara had achieved her purpose, she was numb. Cheryl held her friend, secretly hoping the combination of loss and wine would lead to intimacy. She knew that taking advantage of her friend under those circumstances would be wrong. But her desires were so strong that right was losing ground.

The visitor felt the strong emotions emanating from the house as he approached. Instead of ascending the steps to the porch and rapping upon the door, he retreated to his spot behind the bushes. Upon seeing the two women in night clothes embracing on the sofa he perceived an opportunity to further his purpose. He felt the blonde’s desire. He felt the despair coming from the object of his desire. He also felt the odd effects that the wine had on the women. He could sense how low their guard had become. He was certain with only gentle suggestion he could convince the dark-haired one to accede to the blonde’s desires and mate with her. He was equally sure, knowing Barbara’s feelings about same sex mating that such an occurrence would be beneficial to his aim. In her shame and confusion she would want to prove her true self with a man. He in the guise of Dennis would be that man.

Dennis’s form faded away. Once again the alien was crouched behind the bushes. He began sending gentle suggestions of desire to Barbara. The odd feelings disturbed her at first. But she did not pull away from her friend. Barbara thought she was imagining things. Surely the gentle caressing was just her friend offering comfort. Outwardly that was true. Cheryl meant to offer comfort. But in her heart she knew her actions were as much sexual as friendly. The visitor read the conflict in Cheryl’s mind. He sent thoughts that what Barbara truly needed was intimacy to help her through the tragedy.

“Mmmmmmmmm, I feel so good in your arms,” Barbara cooed.

“It feels good having you in my arms, Barbie,” Cheryl sighed and then kissed her friend softly on the lips.

Barbara accepted the kiss parting her lips slightly, encouraging Cheryl to go further. Barbara did not recoil when Cheryl’s tongue slid into her mouth. She did not know why but she wanted her friend desperately at that moment. She did not care that something that had repulsed her only hours earlier suddenly filled her with passion. She welcomed Cheryl’s tongue with her tongue. Friends were becoming lovers, lines were blurring. Cheryl no longer knew what was right or wrong. She went with her feelings and desires. She told herself that if it was wrong or something Barbara didn’t want then it wouldn’t be happening. Neither of them had any idea that they were under the influence of an alien. After several minutes of kissing, Barbara did not object when Cheryl removed her night gown. The straight dark haired beauty lay back and for the first time allowed a woman to fondle, lick and suck her breasts. Barbara felt the tingling between her legs even as competing thoughts battled in her head. Some part of her still felt what was happening was wrong. She had no idea where her desires were coming from. She cared less and less as the pleasure Cheryl was giving washed over her body.

Cheryl had removed her own nightgown and began kissing her way down Barbara’s body. She slid down onto the floor and guided Barbara into a new position. With Barbara’s legs draped over her shoulders, Cheryl parted her friend’s swollen labia and began to lick along the warm moist slit. Barbara felt sensations unlike any she had known before. Barbara had always loved receiving and giving oral sex with men. But there was something different about it with Cheryl. There was a gentleness that no man had ever managed. Men she had known while enthusiastic in their desire to please her always were overly aggressive in their actions. Cheryl moved slowly and there was as softness to her touch that was absent with men. The lack of facial hair alone would have made a big difference. But more than just smooth cheeks made the experience different.

The visitor took in all of thoughts of both women. Cheryl’s desires and joy over finally being with the woman she had desired for so long; Barbara’s discovery of new pleasures and her lingering doubt about lesbian sex. His genitals had once again emerged and grown huge. He was fondling himself much as he had done while watching Chuck and Barbara mate. He felt other things too, things he could not yet fully understand. Cheryl’s mind was conflicted. A new emotion, guilt was growing. She seemed to know she was doing something wrong. Yet she did not stop. Barbara was even more conflicted. Part of her mind was screaming for her to toss Cheryl aside and end the mating activity. Part of her wished nothing more than to lie there and enjoy the mind numbing pleasure. A newer and growing part of her suggested a desire to become a more active participant. The visitor encouraged that thought as he stroked his multicolored cock.

Barbara reached for her friend. She tugged at Cheryl trying to get her to come up on the sofa. Her mind was tortured with desire and shame over the desire. Barbara wanted to lick Cheryl as she was being licked. As she writhed on the sofa with Cheryl’s tongue swirling around her clit, Barbara could not understand how she could want to actually lick another woman’s pussy. Her desire won over her shame.

“I want your cunt in my face,” Barbara called out in a guttural, animalistic, hungry voice that startled Cheryl.

Cheryl and Barbara had always used very rough language especially for small town girls. But the idea that her sweet friend Barbie was demanding to be fed pussy in such a forceful way was shocking to Cheryl. It served to reinforce the idea that what she was doing was not wrong. She lifted her face from Barbara’s sex and asked her softly if she was sure. “Oh god yes, I want to lick your pussy!” Barbara called out surprising herself.

As with Barbara, desire won out over conscious and Cheryl crawled atop her friend. The dark haired woman’s face disappeared as she lustfully devoured her friend’s pussy. No observer would have thought it was Barbara’s first time having oral sex with a woman. Cheryl continued licking her friend as Barbara’s tongue sent her into a frenzy. Feeling the combined pleasures of the two women sent the visitor over the edge. Another pool of greenish goo was deposited in nearly the exact spot where Dennis had taken his plant samples. When Cheryl and Barbara came almost as one the feelings were too powerful for the visitor. He had to disconnect from their minds. When their orgasms subsided, Cheryl turned around and cuddled up with her friend. Barbara again wanted to flee. It had happened and inexplicably she had enjoyed it, yet she wanted no more. But she couldn’t simply abandon her friend at that point.

The women remained on the sofa together, soon failing into a deep sleep. Barbara’s dreams were filled with guilt and shame. Cheryl’s dreams were filled with happiness and serenity. The visitor did not sleep that night. He did not want to miss a single thought. Every detail was important to know if he was to win Barbara’s affection. He was certain that the first part of his plan had been successful. Barbara was defiantly more venerable due to her confused feelings over having mated with Cheryl.

The visitor stood on Cheryl’s front porch as the sun climbed into the morning sky. It was going to be a clear brilliant warm day. The women were still on the sofa naked. Barbara was awake but she did not want to disturb Cheryl so she remained entwined with her lesbian friend. Barbara did not know what she would say to Cheryl. She had to tell her that what had happened between them was not going to happen again. She couldn’t even explain to herself why she had let it happen in the first place. Just like with Chuck on that very same sofa something had come over her. The visitor knocked on the door startling Barbara which in turn woke Cheryl.

“What the f…?” Cheryl said still groggy.

“Someone is at the door,” Barbara said calmly as she untangled her legs from Cheryl’s.

“Shit!” Cheryl exclaimed as she jumped up searching for her discarded robe.

Barbara was actually glad for the interruption. She was becoming increasingly uncomfortable lying naked with her friend waiting for Cheryl to wake up. Whatever had spurred her to engage in sex with Cheryl was gone. All that was left was confusion and shame. Barbara grabbed her night gown and headed for the bedroom to get dressed as Cheryl headed for the door wrapped up in her robe. Peering out the window that ran along the side of her front door, she was surprised to see a nervous looking Dr. Appleton standing on her porch. She considered him harmless so she opened the door wide.

“Dennis?” Cheryl said questioning as the visitor rocked on his heels.

He read her thoughts and realized humans considered such early visits inappropriate.

“I am sorry to disturb you so early, but I was worried about you and your friends.”

“Come in then. Barbara is here. Our friend Chuck died suddenly yesterday,” Cheryl explained sadly as she held the door open for Dennis.

Forgetting human custom the visitor excited asked, “How? Were there signs the alien may have done something to him?”

Cheryl was taken back by the researcher’s seemingly cold demeanor. The visitor again read her thoughts and then searched Dennis’s memories. He realized that he had made another mistake.

“I am sorry Cheryl. This alien thing has me so worried I am not myself. I did not mean to gloss over your loss,” The visitor quickly added in a sincere tone.

“Dennis I know you are convinced of the truth of your theory, but I am not. From all appearances the doctors say Chuck had a stroke. It was a natural occurrence.”

The visitor had researched human physiology and disease. He knew that stroke was not common in a male Chuck’s age.

“Well I am sure the doctors know more than I. But stroke seems an uncommon way to die. I am of course assuming your friend was close in age to you.”

“Yes Chuck was my age. We asked the doctors about that. It isn’t common but it happens more often then we know. Being a cop is a stressful job. The doctor suggested that Chuck may have suffered from high blood pressure. They will do more checking, but Dennis I am sure he wasn’t killed by an alien.”

The visitor was pleased that no one would find the human’s death suspicious. His plan was unfolding perfectly. When Barbara came down the visitor had trouble resisting his urge to take her into his arms.

“Oh there you are. Dennis this is my friend Barbie, er Barbara Kelly. Barbara this is Doctor Dennis Appleton, the egghead I told you about.”

“Oh the guy hunting little green men,” Barbara said needing to lighten her mood.

“Well not exactly. I am afraid my research is a bit more serious than hunting down Marvin the Martian,” Dennis said with a smile intended to charm.

“I am sorry Doctor Appleton. I did not mean to belittle your work. Though I am not sure I believe in aliens, I would never disrespect a man’s work. Unfortunately, yesterday was very trying. I am not really acting myself.”

“Yes, I am sorry about your loss. Cheryl informed me about the tragedy that became your friend. Oh please call me Dennis. Doctor Appleton makes me sound like a stodgy old professor.”

“Well you are definitely not old, Dennis and alien hunting doesn’t seem to be the activity of a stodgy man.”

Barbara had no idea why she was feeling attracted to the young researcher. She usually didn’t go for men younger than herself. Even if she did she couldn’t imagine feeling anything so soon after losing Chuck. The visitor read her thoughts and found it interesting that she felt attracted to him. He decided that in some way she was just feeling the same things she had felt for him when he appeared as Chuck. He hypothesized that would mean at least part of her attraction was to him and not the human he appeared to be. He knew if that was true that he was well on his way to achieving his goal of truly capturing her affections. He also felt her regret and shame over having mated with Cheryl.

“So Chuck, why the early morning visit to warn us of danger?” Cheryl asked almost sarcastically.

“I am sorry about the hour. I couldn’t sleep. I am sure there is an alien. I fear that it may be targeting you,” The visitor said hoping for an argument.

“You have real evidence there is an alien?” Barbara asked genuinely concerned.

“Barbie, Dennis is a nice guy, probably sincere but he is full of shit!” Cheryl interjected. “Hell first he told me that Bobbie was the alien. Fuck she probably ran away to prevent me from coming on to her again. Then he tells me Chuck is a fucking space creature. God damn it he is laying on a slab. He is dead and definitely human. Don’t do this shit not today!”

Cheryl broke down crying for the first time since discovering Chuck’s lifeless body. The visitor was totally confused by the thoughts and feelings coming form the blond female. She was as upset over mating with her friend as she was over Chuck’s death. The guilt feelings were almost painful to sense.

“I am sorry. I did not know about your friend’s death. But I never said for certain either of those people were aliens. That was mere speculation, but there is evidence that an otherworldly being or object has been in this town.”

“Stop! All you have are traces of something you believe show an alien presence. If you had real evidence this town would be overrun with government agents hunting for the invaders!” Cheryl screamed.

“I didn’t say they were invaders either,” The visitor said in a sad quiet tone.

Secretly he wanted to jump up and down and shout his joy. Everything was working well. Soon he would have Dennis confess that there was no real evidence. But first he had to work on Barbara.

“Come on Cher, sweetie. Let’s get you some coffee or something. Dennis would you like to join us?” Barbara said trying to calm her friend. “I haven’t heard your evidence. But I assure I am even more skeptical that Cheryl.

Barbara wanted Dennis to stay around. She didn’t think he could convince her that there were aliens about, but that was irrelevant. If talking about aliens would keep him in the house then she would listen to his nonsense. She couldn’t help herself.

“Well I would love to join you if it is ok with Cheryl,” Dennis said meekly.

The visitor was thrilled that Barbara wanted him to stay. He was almost equally happy when he read her thoughts about the alien theory being nonsense. He wanted the theory squashed. Once Barbara fell in love with him he would reveal the truth to her. By then he hoped she would no longer care where he came from. He was aware that human history was full of unlikely pairings in the name of love.

“No Dennis, I don’t mind. It is ok. I am sorry. I guess I have been holding in my grief,” Cheryl said as she fought back her tears.

The visitor knew it was more than grief over Chuck that had her so upset. As they set in the kitchen drinking coffee, the visitor tried to explain Dennis’s theories. He purposely threw in a lot of pseudoscience pop culture stuff he had learned from his research to make it sound less believable.

“Geez, Dennis, all that sounds so smart. But I have to be honest, seems like something you would see in a bad horror movie. I bet there are lots of other explanations,” Barbara said hoping he would keep talking.

“Well there are always other explanations,” The visitor agreed.

The conversation was interrupted by the phone ringing. Cheryl answered it and spoke to someone for a few minutes. When she turned around there were tears in her eyes.

“That was the hospital. Autopsy confirms that he was a normal relatively healthy human that died of natural causes. He had an aneurysm. Doctor figures it was hereditary. His father died young too. Fuck Chuck was such a good guy! It isn’t fair!” Cheryl exclaimed.

Tears began streaming down Barbara’s face.

“Oh Barbie, I am sorry. God I guess you really were falling hard,” Cheryl said as she took her friend into her arms.

“Oh I am really sorry; I didn’t know you were more than friends. Here I am rattling on about aliens when you are hurting,” The visitor said. “I should go.”

“No please don’t,” Barbara said not really knowing why.

“Yeah, you should stay, Cheryl added, “I have to go meet the sheriff to formally identify Chuck’s body. I don’t want Barbie to be alone.”

“We could go with you,” Barbara said.

“No, you don’t need to go through that Barbie. Sheriff and I are pals. I can talk some things out with him. Dennis do you mind taking care of Barbie for a bit?” Cheryl replied.

“It will be a pleasure as long as Barbara can stand my company.”

“Your company is very nice. But maybe we can find another subject. Seems to me the autopsy proves Chuck was no alien. As for the rest I think they must be some other explanation,” Barbara said.

“Yeah, I guess I screwed up again. Good thing I didn’t try to tell NASA my ideas.”

Cheryl left as Barbara was asking what screwed up again meant. The visitor told her about Dennis’s previous scientific errors.

“Wow that is tuff being shunned for something you did as a student.”

“Scientist aren’t very forgiving I guess.”

Barbara was feeling more and more connected and attracted to Dennis. It bothered her that it was happening so soon after loosing Chuck but she couldn’t resist the feelings. She reached across the table and put her hand on top of Dennis’s hand.

“Well I am forgiving. So we can put the alien stuff behind us. Come to think of it, I am glad you were on that hunt. If not I would have never met you,” She said.

“I am glad too. Finding you is much better than finding an alien.”

Barbara was beginning to worry that there was something wrong with her. She had a growing desire to have sex with Dennis. Which in and of itself wasn’t a terrible thing. He was cute with a hot body. He was also charming and funny. But coming so soon after Chuck’s death and her sudden desires with him as well as what had happened with Cheryl made it weird. In two days she had fallen in love with Chuck after having had uncontrollable urges to fuck him. Then he dies and an undeniable urge to do something she still thought was undesirable with Cheryl came over her. Worse she had actually craved licking pussy. She felt a little sick as she recalled that bit of the weekend. To top it all off though was she was feeling horny and thinking about going to bed with a man she had barely known for two hours.

“Is something wrong, I mean other than the obvious?” The visitor asked.

“No not really, I am just having some strange feelings.”

“Well I am sure that is normal with what you have been through this weekend.”

The visitor knew exactly what she was feeling. He was so excited he was having trouble not just picking her up and taking her to bed.

“I guess, but the whole weekend had been a bit strange. It would be easier if you had found aliens to explain some of it.”

“I think we earthlings can be plenty strange without alien help.”

“Yeah you are right, but still…”

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this but Cheryl told me about your first night in town. You know about you and Chuck and the sofa.”

“Oh shit, she didn’t! That is so embarrassing.”

“I don’t think so. Just shows passion. It happened to me once. I think when something is right you know it. I am so sorry you lost Chuck.”

He squeezed her hand as he looked deep into eyes.

“Did things work out with you and the woman it happened to you with?” Barbara asked intrigued.

The visitor was improvising on a story from Dennis’s memory. He knew he had to be careful not to over embellish.

“Well I had only known her a few days when something like what came over you and Chuck happened to us. It was like we just had to have each other. We weren’t interrupted so we stayed in bed alternating between making love and resting for nearly twenty four hours. We didn’t even bother to eat. Sex, showers, sex in the shower and an occasionally bathroom break was all we did. A few days later we moved in together.”

“Are you still with her?”

“No life didn’t let that happen. We were grad students at the time in different fields. Our research separated us after about a year living together. We both agreed that our love was strong enough to stand the separation. We planned to spend the rest of our lives together. She was an anthropologist and went to Africa to study native peoples. I was here working on my big failure as it turned out. I was supposed to go visit her when all the shit happened with my experiments. I couldn’t leave. There was some kind of revolution where she was. She got killed trying to save native children from slaughter.”

The visitor even managed to activate his human tear ducts.

“Oh my god I am so sorry!”

Barbara stood and put her arms around Dennis. He leaned into her and sobbed against her waist. She stroked his hair until he quieted.

“Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?” She asked.

He stood up and put his arms around her and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you. I have never told that to anyone before.”

“You shouldn’t hold the pain in. Come in the living room and tell me about her.”

Barbara paused for a minute when she realized that they were about to sit together on the same sofa where she had sex with Chuck and Cheryl.

“Oh is this the sofa?” The visitor asked softly.

“Yes and there is more…but I don’t know if I can talk about that.”

“You don’t have to explain anything. Is there another place we can go?”

“Downstairs, there is a family recreation kind of room. We used to play there when I was a kid. I don’t know what kind of furniture we will find. Want to give it a try?”

“Yes.”

The room was mostly unchanged from when Barbara and Cheryl used to play there as children. The old ping pong table still dominated the room. There was a card table with folding chairs and Cheryl’s doll house shoved in a corner. The one new addition was a not so new futon style sofa on the far wall. The visitor followed Barbara across the room and they sat down next to each other.

“I guess I owe you an explanation about the sofa. Well the more part anyway,” Barbara began.

“I told you that you do not have to explain things to me. I understand this is a hard time.”

“I know and because you do understand maybe that is why I want to tell you the rest.”

“I am a good listener.”

Barbara smiled and told the visitor additional details about her and Chuck’s wild sofa fuck. She also told him about the days that followed. He listened intently as if he didn’t already know every detail. She hesitated a bit when she got to the night of Chuck’s death. She wanted maybe even needed to tell him about her and Cheryl. It was her own sense that it was wrong that made it so hard. The visitor felt all of her shame and fears. Even if he could not read her thoughts and emotions her body language would have told him she was upset. He reached for her and took her into his arms. The combined memories of Dennis and Chuck along with some long repressed instincts told him she was in need of the hug. Despite her reservations about her growing attraction to the young researcher Barbara slipped her arms around Dennis as he pulled her close to his body.

“God you don’t know how much I need this hug. Thank you,” She whispered.

“I am sorry you are hurting so,” He said as he brushed his lips over her ear. “It is so hard to lose those we love. It must be truly awful when the love is so new.”

He was using Dennis’s emotions to find the required empathy. She knew that she should pull away before things went too far. But she couldn’t. It felt much too good in his arms.

“Dennis, it is more than just losing Chuck that is bothering me. I did things since he passed that were not like me. That I feel were wrong,” She blurted out.

“You shouldn’t judge yourself so harshly. When you are hurting you can’t expect to be yourself.”

As he spoke softly into her ear his warm breath cascaded over her neck. She felt chills of excitement and rising desire.

“But oh god, I did something….”

Her voice trailed off. She wanted to tell him; perhaps even needed to tell him. It was like saying the words might cleanse her of the shame.

“Dennis, I had sex with Cheryl.”

The words hung in the air. The visitor searched for the right response. He couldn’t decide if he should console her or let her wallow in her self loathing. Even Barbara’s thoughts offered little clue of the answer she desired.

“Barbara, it isn’t so terrible to seek solace with another person. I know, I have done things when consumed with grief that I would not and have not in the cold light of a new day.”

“But, oh god, I liked it! I actually enjoyed having my face buried in her cunt!” She screamed with tears streaming down her face. “It was on that fucking sofa. There is something happening here in this house. I don’t believe in your aliens. But damn it something made me fuck Chuck that first night and something made me desire a lesbian last night. Please, Dennis help me fight this thing.”

The visitor was shocked by the vehemence of her words. She was acting totally out of character. He was concerned that her sanity might be in peril.

“Barbara, you’re ok. Chuck is gone. Cheryl is not here. You are safe from these desires,” He said desperate to calm her.

“You’re here!” She squealed and pressed her lips to his.

She wanted him; had to have him. He wanted her too. But he knew that if he was to win her permanently he had to resist her and help her to regain her senses. He pushed her back gently and held her arms firmly as he spoke.

“Barbara, you are beautiful and desirable. If the circumstances were different I would more than welcome your advances. But I can’t take advantage of you like this. I want to help you through this thing.”

He knew it had been his initial mental suggestions that had started her fire. But he did not know what was making it burn so strong. He was not sending suggestions of lust. Those thoughts were coming from inside her. He wondered if somehow her feelings for him as Chuck had transferred to him as Dennis. The visitor hypothesized that there was some innate thing that she felt even though she did not know he was both men.

“Dennis, I am on fire. I want you so much! What is wrong with me?”

“There is nothing wrong with you. I want you too. But I can’t let it be like this.”

“I have to get out of this house! Please take me somewhere, anywhere,” She pleaded.

The visitor didn’t hesitate. He stood and scooped her into his arms. Even in human form his natural strength was still available to him. If Barbara had been capable of logical thought she would have realized that Dennis could not have so easily carried her up the stairs.

“Barbara, I am sorry, my car is at the hotel,” The visitor said as he carried her out onto the porch.

She told him that they could take hers. He helped her into the passenger seat and got behind the wheel. As he turned the ignition, Cheryl came around the corner.

“Go now, please!” Barbara implored him. “I..a I can’t see her now.”

The visitor drove off as Cheryl looked on astonished.

“Where do you want to go?” He asked as he turned the corner.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. Maybe to the river where there is fresh air to clear my head.”

He drove to the same park where he had encountered Cheryl in the guise of Bobbie. Barbara jumped out of the car before the visitor had time to turn off the ignition to kill the engine. The visitor caught her as she reached the edge of the parking lot.

“Barbara, slow down!” He insisted as he took hold of her shoulders.

She wheeled around and buried her face into his chest.

“I’m sorry Dennis. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Oh god!” She lamented as her tears dampened his shirt.

He enveloped her in his arms and held her tightly. He concealed his own pain to be strong for her. His newly discovered emotions were becoming increasingly difficult to contain. His love for Barbara was causing both joy and pain. He wondered how humans could stand the conflicts of the powerful emotions. There was other pain too. Remorse over killing Chuck and Dennis was eating at him; worming its way into the fabric of his being. He had killed before when necessary to further his mission. Killing humans was somehow different. It was as if he had killed one of his own. In the past even that could not have caused such guilt. There were no such feelings on his world. Killing ones fellow being was simply wrong and not done. It might occur by some bizarre accident. But since there would be no intent involved, though one might feel some sense of responsibility and use the experience to correct some behavior they simply did not know how to feel guilt.

“Barbara, I want so to help you. I will do anything. Please, tell me what I can do,” The visitor said plaintively.

“Dennis, you are helping. God you are so sweet and kind. Here I am a total nut case telling you how I have been acting like a damn whore and still you are here with me. How can you be so good to me?” She said fighting off more tears.

“I really like you and I don’t think you acted like a whore,” He responded not understanding the reference.

The word whore did not fit in his mind. She had not been paid for mating with Chuck. She certainly gained nothing but pain from the relationship. As for Cheryl he did not think taking comfort from a friend made Barbara promiscuous.

“Thank you. I like you too Dennis. Probably more than I should under the circumstances. I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I am so ashamed.”

“Shhhhhhhh, just let it out.”

“Will you walk with me?”

“Of course, do you know these paths? I wouldn’t want us getting lost.”

“I haven’t been down here since I was in high school. But I guess I remember well enough. This was where we came to hang out and party or be alone with our boyfriends back then.”

The visitor probed her mind. Her memories of the place were vivid and happy. There was much laughter and fun. There were also many scenes that included sexual activity. He wondered if he was wrong about Barbara being promiscuous. He didn’t care if she was or wasn’t, he wanted her for his mate. Her thoughts on that subject were confused. She had desire for Dennis which she was fighting. He felt the continued love she had for Chuck. That caused another puzzlement for the visitor. Chuck no longer existed yet she still saw him as alive in her mind and was still in love with him. At the same time she was falling in love with another man. Despite his wanting her true love, the visitor nudged her feelings for Dennis.

As they walked he encouraged her to talk about her feelings. She let everything pour out. The elation she had felt over her brief affair with Chuck and the crushing sadness over his loss; her shame over having desired sex with Cheryl and her continuing confusion over her odd horniness. He consoled her and confided that he had feelings for her. After a time they found a felled tree at the river’s edge. They sat upon the thick log and stared at the slowly flowing water. It was almost an hour before either spoke. The visitor broke the silence by asking if she was alright. She took his hand and they spent the next several hours holding hands and talking on and off as the river flowed by. As the time passed each grew more in love with the other.

“Dennis, you are an amazing man. I wish so that I had met you under different circumstances. I am so attracted to you. But how can I let myself …..” She tried to say as the afternoon sun began to dip below the tree line.

“I should take you home and leave you to figure these things out. Being with me is just making you hurt more.”

“No! Please, I am sorry. I wish I could stop the feelings. But I can’t and I don’t really want to anyway. Oh god, I want you!”

She tried to pull his face to hers.

“Barbara, I feel like I would be taking advantage of you.”

“That is why you wouldn’t be,” She cooed as she managed to get her lips on his.

The visitor could not resist any longer. He quickly gave her a strong suggestion of sexual need before disconnecting from her mind. He hoped by super charging her sexual urges she would take the mating to completion regardless of what he might morph into, He also wanted to enjoy the mating as a participant only. He was no longer studying her. He wanted to know her as a lover truly would. Their tongues danced wildly from mouth to mouth as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. They tugged and pulled at the other’s clothing. An onlooker would have sensed the desperate need they both felt to be naked and joined.

In minutes they were on the ground. Clothes came off rapidly. Soon they were naked. Their entertained bodies writhed on the ground under the cover of the growing darkness. Night would soon be upon them fortunately for the visitor. Barbara fondled his hard cock. She was amazed at its size. Her closed eyes prevented her from seeing the unusual coloring.

“Oh god, please Dennis, fuck me,” She implored her new lover.

The visitor mounted the human driving his still growing cock deep into her pulsating pussy. As soon as the warmth and wetness of her cunt took hold of his alien cock its head expanded two fold. The effect was similar to that of a dog locking up in his bitch. Though there was a nagging feeling of dajavu, Barbara did not match the experience of Chuck’s cock growing in her to Dennis’s expanding cock. If anything, Dennis’s cock was even larger than Chuck’s had been. The bulging part of the visitor’s cock pressed into Barbara’s G-spot sending pleasurable sensations rushing through her body despite the pain of being penetrated by such a huge cock. A new appendage emerged from the visitor’s still mostly human body. This was not a vestige of his race but a new part created by his mind. A small cock-like nub grew from his pubic hair that aligned perfectly with her clit. In response to his knowledge of human female physiology his mind had manufactured a way to provide the ultimate stimulation while mating. Barbara screamed as her first orgasm took hold. She had three before the visitor released his thick green cum into her body.

They both lay panting on the grass for awhile. But Barbara was not done and she recovered first. She began to kiss her way down his body wanting to suck the cock that had just given her such a powerful orgasm. For the most part it had returned to human form. Only the odd streaks of color remained of its alien incarnation. In the darkness she thought that his cock was tattooed. As she licked his shaft and watched it grow she decided she liked what the artist had done to Dennis’s tool. Though the bumpy texture was unusual she had seen enough cocks to know they all seemed to have a personality of their own. When she took the growing cock in her mouth and reverently began sucking the visitor became so engrossed in the pleasure he lost control over his appearance. When Barbara opened her eyes she was sucking the huge multicolored cock of a strange looking vaguely humanoid being. As she froze in shock her mouth filled with green goo.

As soon as he came the visitor recovered his senses. He was Dennis again with a completely human body including his cock. But it was too late; she had already seen his real form. Green semen oozed from her mouth and ran down her chin as she tried to speak. She recoiled as he reached for her. Her mind was flooded with the image she had just seen. Though logic told her it must have been a hallucination, it felt far too real.

“W.wh..what are you?” She managed to ask.

For some reason he could not bring himself to lie to her.

“I am a visitor to your world. I have no intention to harm you or anyone else. I came here to study your kind. But I have fallen in love you. I am sorry I did not want to deceive you.”

“But, how …oh how can you look like us?”

“We have the ability to alter our appearance. I needed to appear human to be among your people. The pleasure we shared interfered with my abilities.”

“What happened to the real Dennis?”

The visitor knew he had to lie in answer to that question.

“There never was a real human named Dennis. I created him.”

Her heart wanted to believe him. Though she didn’t want to she loved him. However, his creating an alien hunter as a way to hide his alien identity did not make sense. She thought back to when Cheryl talked about meeting Dennis and to the way he had been that afternoon. The visitor took hold of her mind again. He furiously blocked the clues that would have convinced her they were different people. Barbara was concerned that she was having trouble recalling details of the recent past. Worse the harder she tried to recall the memories it seemed other things were slipping away. She of course had no way of knowing that the alien could enter and control her mind. As she struggled to reconcile the feelings and thoughts, he was erasing everything that might interfere with the love he knew she felt for him. In the end she gave into her feeling as she had little else left.

“I don’t really understand this, but I do love you,” She said with a mixture of awe and melancholy.

“I too am at a loss to completely understand. The truth is that my race does not allow emotion to play a part in our lives. These things are new to me as they were repressed millennia ago on my world. My exposure to humans seems to have given life to some dormant part of me.”

She let him gather her into his arms. They held each other neither really fully understanding the situation.

“What happens now?” She asked after a time.

“I do not know. I can not return home. Even if I could bear the pain of leaving you, which I do not believe I can. I have violated the rules of my mission. I would be an outcast on my world. Besides life would be too horribly cold on my world now that I know the warmth of human contact,” He answered honestly.

A tear ran down her cheek. She felt oddly happy. It seemed though it was in a most unexpected way that she had found the mate she had sought for so long. There was no question in her mind that he had a sensitive caring soul and that he loved her deeply. It didn’t matter where he came from.

“Then we must find a way to make a life here on my world,” She said.

“I cannot ask that of you. There are far too many complexities to overcome. I would not be able to live everyday in a city among crowds of humans. It is hard to explain but I have what you might call a heightened empathy to human emotion. Being bombarded constantly by it is horribly draining. But that is not even the biggest problem. It is not possible for me to maintain a constant human appearance. As you saw there are times when I lose the ability to control my appearance completely. It is obvious that my natural appearance repulses you. Even were you to become accustomed to my appearance we could only be together if you rejected a normal human life. Your contact with others of your kind would be limited. My studies show that a part of human well being involves contact and interaction with others.”

“No, you don’t understand. The contact all humans need most is that of a soul mate. It may make no sense but I am certain you are the one for me. Please, let us try, Denni..er what is you name?” She said plaintively.

“Names are not simple things on my world as they are here. For identification I have what you would call a number. We are assigned a unique identifier at birth. It is more efficient than a name. We still carry identification to family that is close in nature to your surname. Mine is Krazticak. I do not have a real first name. Due to honing of the same ability that gives me such empathy for human emotion my species has some telepathic ability. We know who is addressing whom by mental contact. However, it is common to have what human’s call nick names within a family unit. It has been over a hundred of your years since I have heard mine used. My parents called me Baskanic, which means something close to seeker of light. I assume even as a child I displayed the curiosity that led me to my profession.”

“Bass khan ich,” she repeated softly. “Here we would perhaps shorten that to simply Bass.”

She smiled at him and despite his anguish over their situation he smiled back.

“Bass, I know that if you give me a chance I can get used to your natural appearance,” She added.

“I doubt it, but if you insist I will give you that chance starting now,” He said sadly.