Alien Affair

by Gloria Martin

  Cassie nodded. “Ok, ok,” she said. “Well, I don’t know you that well, but I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

  “Thanks,” said Logan flatly.

  Cassie bit her lip. “Hey, you at least have your football.” Logan smiled.

  “I’m sure you come to all the games,” he said sarcastically.

  Cassie rolled her eyes. “I don’t have to come to all the games to know that you are good. People talk about you around campus.”

  Logan nodded. “Well, thanks,” he said. “I mean it.” All of a sudden, Logan’s stomach began to growl loudly. Cassie giggled.

  “Hungry?” she asked.

  Logan nodded. “I didn’t really eat today.” Cassie stared at him for a moment before checking her phone for the time.

  “Looks like my time for today is up,” she said. Logan looked at her wide-eyed, but then glanced at his own phone and noticed that had been there an hour.

  “Oh,” he said. “All right. Should I come by tomorrow?” Cassie laughed.

  “Yeah, I think that would be a smart idea,” she said. “In the meantime, you need to get some food. You…like pizza?” Logan looked at her aghast.

  “Uhm… yeah, I do,” he said. Cassie looked at her phone and pretended to be searching for something.

  “I know this cool pizzeria downtown that we can go to,” she said. “I’m kind of hungry too, so…I could go with you if you want.” Logan could not believe what he was hearing, but knew that this was the opening he was waiting for.

  “Sure,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

  *****

  Despite opening up to each other, it was clear there was a lot of ground to cover. Cassie loved to tell jokes with Logan and vice versa, but nothing serious was being talked about. Eventually, the topic of what happened at the party would have to come up.

  The two stepped into Harvey’s Pizzeria and Logan was immediately glad he decided to go with her instead of using his meal plan. The delicious smell of pizza filled his nostrils and the atmosphere was perfect for young college students. He looked around and saw many students studying or enjoying a whole pizza with their friends.

  “A lot of upperclassmen come here,” said Cassie. “It’s kind of a secret hide away.”

  Logan nodded as he took in the restaurant. “Then I’m honored I got a free pass,” he said. Cassie smirked as she led him to a small table at the center of the room. When the waitress arrived, they ordered a large pepperoni pizza and a pitcher of coke for the table. They sat in relative silence as the ambient music of the restaurant played; occasionally piping up to continue their small talk.

  “Hey, listen,” said Cassie; breaking the silence. “I wanted to…apologize for running out on you that night.” Logan did not even try to pretend he didn’t know what she was referring to. He just shook his head.

  “It’s fine,” he said. “There’s no need to apologize.”

  “But there is,” said Cassie. “I should not have done that to you. I thought you were a different person than what you are and to be honest, I’ve been regretting it the entire afternoon.”

  Logan smirked. “You wouldn’t be the first person who misjudged someone.”

  “No,” she said. “I suppose not. But I’m the last person who should be judging anyone.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked. Finally, Logan was going to get a straight answer from someone.

  Cassie looked at him. “You must know,” she said. “You’ve been hanging around those creeps at Nu Epsilon.” Logan averted his eyes from hers. “So…they told you about me?”

  Logan nodded. “They told me a story,” he said.

  Cassie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t believe it?” she asked.

  “I’d rather hear from someone else,” he said. “Particularly, you.”

  Cassie’s lips threatened to curl into a smile. “Alright,” she said. “Well, they probably told you that I went to the party my freshmen year. That part was true. And yeah, I drank a lot and got pretty wasted. That’s also true. What they won’t tell you is that I wasn’t some horny teenaged girl looking for a good time. One of the guys was flirting with me. He apparently was some big shot on campus who was a year ahead of me. I wasn’t trying to really talk to anyone like that, but he just seemed so into me. He said all the right things and he knew how to treat me right. Well, he invited me next door to one of the adjacent frat houses; the one you and I went to. Guess which room we decided to enter.” Logan chuckled a little at the irony, but stayed quiet so that she could proceed.

  “Anyways, we go in the room and start making out. He didn’t force himself on me, I swear. We just…started kissing. Being so young and not really having someone that into me before, it was exciting. I mean here I was with some football star and he wanted me! God, he made me feel good. So, I had sex with him. Really, really good sex. While we had sex though, he made me…say things to him.” Cassie turned her head embarrassed, but Logan reached out on instinct and touched her hand.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “You can tell me.”

  A tear started to fall down Cassie’s cheek. “He made talk about wanting to take his white cock and how I wanted his dick between my thick lips.” Cassie breathing had become shallower, but Logan squeezed her hand in order to offer any source of comfort. “I felt so disgusting when I said it, but the more I said, the more into it he got. When he was done, he came on my face and said I was his entry in the black list.”

  Logan turned up his mouth. “What’s the black list?” he asked Cassie chuckled.

  “Just a ledger with all the names of every single black girl that has ever been fucked by a Nu Epsilon,” she said. Logan let go of Cassie’s hand.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked.

  Cassie snorted. “I wish I was,” she said. “But the truth is, they’ve been doing this for years. Find a black girl on campus, fuck her, and add her on the list. Apparently, it’s how they choose their officers.” Logan couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face showed all the disgust he had for the fraternity. His mind was racing as he wondered if his father had ever participated in this twisted tradition.

  Cassie took Logan’s hand with her other one. He looked at her and for once, they held each other’s gaze with no intention of turning away.

  “Cassie,” he said. But he had no other words. What could he say that could take away the humiliation?

  “No,” she said. “I told you before, I’m the one who should apologize. I treated you exactly how they treated me. That wasn’t right. And I have to say that I have felt like shit ever since.” Logan nodded. He understood and for the first time since the party, he knew that the both of them had finally found peace.

  *****

  Logan parting from Cassie was not what she wanted after such a connection, but it was better than she had hoped. He dropped Cassie off at her dorm and arranged to meet the next day. Talking with Logan didn’t exactly wipe away the memories of her past, but she felt at peace, nonetheless.

  The next day, she was so excited to see Logan that she actually dressed up a little to meet up with him. She arrived early and kept glancing at the door to see if he had arrived. Just when she thought he had stood her up, Logan came through the door; his face slightly bruised. Cassie went wide eyed and ran up to him.

  “Oh my goodness! What happened?” she cried.

  Logan merely smirked. “Had a little chat with the president of Nu Epsilon,” he said.

  Cassie stared at him bewildered, “You did what?!” she said.

  Logan laughed as he led her back to the study room. “I cornered him after practice,” he said as he went to take a seat. “Told him that I knew what he had done to you and this whole “black list” thing was going to stop.”

  “I’m sure he took that well,” she said as she closed the door as to not have their conversation overheard.

  “Very,” he said. “So much so, that we got into a bit of a verbal altercation. See, he didn’t like me trying to stomp out a time-ho
nored tradition. So I explained to him that the Dean was going to start an investigation into this little ledger and that all Nu Epsilon events were to cease pending the investigation.”

  Cassie beamed as she hugged Logan tightly, but stopped short. “Wait,” she said. “What’s going to stop them from hiding the ledger?” Logan had a huge grin on his face as he reached into his bag and pulled out a black and white composition notebook.

  “I wanted you to see that I got it first before I took it over to the Dean,” he said. Without warning, Cassie kissed Logan deeply. This kiss was different than the drunken one before, but Logan still loved to feel her lips against his. Cassie pressed the button to lock the door as she continued kissing him.

  Logan reached down and cupped her buttocks as he lifted her and placed her on top of the table. He kissed her neck, worshipping her like the goddess she was. Cassie smirked.

  “I’m glad I met you at that party,” she said. Logan looked at her and gave her another kiss.

  “Me too,” he said before nibbling on her neck again. Cassie began to unbutton her blouse and let it fall open revealing her silk red bra. Logan leaned over and kissed the tops of her breasts as he squeezed and fondled them.

  Cassie bit her lip and groaned; proud that she had found such a capable lover. Logan pushed her skirt over her hips and shapely ass. To his surprise she wore no panties. He looked up at her, only to have her grab him by the back of his neck and kiss him deeply. Without a moment’s pause, Logan undid his pants and let them fall to his ankles as he pushed his cock into Cassie’s sopping wet pussy. Cassie groaned loudly as his stiff cock became buried deep within her pussy. Cassie’s nails scratched at his back as he held her hips and brought her closer to him. Cassie looked at Logan with lustful eyes; wanting as much of his cock as she could take. Cassie pulled her blouse off before undoing the front clasp of her bra, letting her large dark tits bounce with each thrust.

  Part of them wanted to make sure they were not being too loud, but at the same time, they didn’t care. Their future truly was different because of Nu Epsilon and for better or worse, they would meet it together as one.

  Cassie pushed Logan off of her and as he removed his shirt, Cassie took off the rest of her clothes as well and bent over the desk. Logan held onto her hips and pushed into her pink pussy. Cassie arched her back and groaned as Logan pounded his cock into her dripping pussy. Cassie held onto the desk for support the more he rammed into her pussy.

  “Fuck, Cassie!” hissed Logan. “I’m going to come!” Cassie turned her head to try and see Logan.

  “Come, come inside me Logan!” she cried. Logan felt Cassie tighten on his cock as she stiffened up and began to ejaculate. His cock became slick with her juices as he emptied his hot creamy load inside her. Cassie closed her eyes, loving the fullness and the warm sensation, before turning around to look at Logan.

  She did not leave him, but instead invited him onto the table top where he held her in his arms. For the first time she was safe and had found someone that could truly love her.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 17 of 40

  Taken by the SEALs

  Samantha Fry knew that Jack was returning tomorrow. Jack Plainview was the boy she had known all through her childhood, the boy who had always been picking up sticks and pretending they were guns, the boy with whom she had lost her virginity, the boy with whom she had smoked her first cigarette, the boy with whom she had first stopped being a Good Girl. She didn’t know this because he had contacted her. They had stopped talking about five years ago. They had just drifted apart in that inexorable way that happens between childhood friends who choose different paths. No, she knew because Barkton was a small town and in small towns news traveled fast.

  She had been in the store buying some milk and eggs when Miss Hag (her real name was Miss Hobson, but Samantha thought Hag worked better) sidled up to Samantha with a witch-like grimace and shoved a pointy stick-thin finger in her face. “That boy is coming home from the war tomorrow,” she barked. “That Jack Plainview what went off to the war some three years ago? He’s coming back. I remember you two as little kiddies, thick as thieves. You’ll be giving him quite the welcome?” The Hag licked her lips in a sickening caricature of feminine lust. “I bet you will.”

  Samantha had restrained the surprisingly strong urge to punch the Miss Hag in the nose. Now, home from her exciting, exhilarating, and massively fulfilling job of waiting tables at The Spatula, she lay on her bed in her one-bedroom apartment and looked up at the ceiling. She found herself wishing her parents were here. Her father had died four years ago, when she was twenty-four, and her mother had died a year after that. That her mother had died of cancer and her father in a car crash so soon afterward was a cruel punishment which Samantha didn’t feel deserving of. But it had happened and there was no point bemoaning it.

  She traced the pattern on her ceiling lazily with her eyes, wondering how changed Jack would be. She didn’t know why they had stopped talking. It had just sort of happened. He had gone off to the SEALs and she had never bothered to contact him and he had never bothered to contact her. And now most of her friends had moved out of Barkton to bigger and better things, and were so changed by their new lives that Samantha barely recognized them. The cities had taken them and warped them into pretentious cocktail-drinkers.

  Only Fiona had remained, her high-school friend with big bazooka breasts. Samantha thought about calling her up and going out for a drink but she didn’t have the energy, nor the inclination. She wanted, she realized, to see Jack. It was an urge within her that she barely comprehended. She had been fine, all this time, without seeing him. She had barely thought about him, unless in passing when someone at work had mentioned him. She hadn’t even seen a picture of him since he joined the SEALs.

  But he had always been strong. She remembered when, as a silly girl with dreams of being a mermaid, she had waded into the river that bordered the west side of the town. The current had been furious with her, and had whipped around her in an effort to dislodge her. She had screamed and cried and been as incapable as any eight-year-old girl caught in the grips of a natural disaster. But Jack, just as young, just as scared, had jumped into the water and, with amazing strength waded through the strong current, grabbed her, and tugged her to the shore.

  She remembered looking up at his young, excited face, framed by the sun. “Sammy,” he’d said. “Are you okay, Sammy?”

  She must’ve been intoxicated with excitement. She’d reached up and touched his cheek. “Thank you,” she said, and he’d blushed so fiercely she’d laughed.

  As she poured herself a small glass of wine, she wondered if he ever thought of these childhood memories. She took a sip, and then she realized how selfish her thought was. He’d been at war. He’d had more important things to worry about. She sighed heavily and then tipped her head back and drained the last of her wine. Head a tad dizzy, steps a tad tipsy, she returned to bed and climbed beneath the sheets. Outside, snow fell in tiny crystals.

  Samantha watched the night turn white and glittery until she fell asleep.

  *

  Samantha’s first thought, upon awaking to the sound of her apartment buzzer screeching through the place, was that her boss had decided to interrupt her day off. He sometimes did this, despite the fact that she always refused and had only worked a day off once, and only then for triple pay. She wasn’t overly happy with her job but the fact was she was a good waitress, one of the only ones who had stuck around, and was able to demand more than the average employee.

  She was preparing a firm refusal in her mind. Mr. Adams would just have to find somebody else. Mr. Adams would just have to wait the tables himself. Mr. Adams must be more organized than this. Yes, she would say all that and more. She felt a bit mean, like when she and Jack had pushed that big fat bully Ryan Grate into the ant’s nest. Then they had watched him squirm and scream as half the school looked on. He hadn’t been such a bully the next day.

  She
shook her head. Why was the past so ghost-like lately? Then she pressed the apartment buzzer. Oh, how she would give it to Mr. Adams! He wouldn’t know what hit him! He would wish he had never left The Spatula to come here and try and ruin her small time of peace.

  “Yes?” she said, trying to keep her voice chirpy.

  “Samantha?”

  She knew the voice; her hand fell away from the buzzer.

  “Samantha? Are you there? It’s me. It’s Jack.”

  *****

  She tried to convince herself that she wasn’t dreaming, that Jack Plainview was really outside her apartment on an average Sunday morning, but it was hard. She hadn’t spoken to him in over half a decade. But what was she going to do, leave him standing down there? Maybe if she walked down there and saw the ghostly apparition she would wake up and things would go back to normal. She knew he was coming back today, but she hadn’t expected him to come to her apartment personally. They had drifted too far apart for that.

  She ran into her bedroom and threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt. Then she pressed the buzzer and took a deep breath, lest she mumbled something incoherent and absurd. “Jack?” she said, hating the note of desperation in her voice.

  “Sammy,” Jack said, laughing.

  “I’m coming down now,” Samantha said.

  Her legs were like jelly as she descended the stairs. She gripped the railing and walked down with steady steps. She was slightly embarrassed by her reaction, but mostly she was shocked and thrilled and scared that Jack had come to her door, pushing himself into her normal, boring life. She opened the door with a smile.

  It was snowing outside, and the sky was clouded over in a shield of white. The weather seemed poignant to her, as though it was more important than the very real ghost standing in the weather. Come on, Samantha, just turn from the clouds and look at the ghost. How hard can it be? She forced herself to look down. She knew she probably seemed drunk and weird, but that was okay; Jack had known her long enough to know she was drunk and strange a lot of the time.