Close Encounters I_The Alien Abduction_Sci Fi Alien Romance

by Ella Wayne

  Leslie pushed Gabriel away, who looked a little confused, then stood in between the two. She reached down to the bottom of her medical gown, which came to the middle of her thighs, then pulled it up over her head, revealing her naked body. Catching her breasts with one arm, and placing the other hand in between her thighs, she turned around, slowly showing herself to Gabriel, Michael, and the other scientists. Her long hair fell over her breasts. The light made her shapely curves glisten.

  “You have to understand that making love takes time. It's not something you can just force. It's kind of like a dance, unspoken between the people. When it's really good it's like what you have with your telepathy. You have to guide each other and anticipate each other’s' moves, and when it's good between two people you feel like you're on the same wavelength, and there's nothing better. But you have to take it slow. There's no rush here. It's all about the tease, taking your time and promising everything but delaying it until the last possible moment,” as the words dripped from her mouth she displayed her breasts, moving her arm slowly over them until the nipples showed and her breasts poured out over her arm, then she brought her other hand up her body and stood majestically, showing her body off to them.

  She had never felt more beautiful.

  The scientists looked at her in awe. She turned away from them and went back to Gabriel and Michael. She walked around them, letting her hand linger on their back. Their heads twisted, following her gaze, but where before she was their experiment, this time she had the power, she was the one in control.

  She stopped behind Michael and reached her hands around his chest, feeling his perfectly sculpted body under the fitted jumpsuit. She found the zip at the base of his neck and pulled it all the way down. The jumpsuit peeled open, revealing his broad back. It stopped just above his ass. She ran her hands over his skin and then pushed the jumpsuit away, descending to her knees as she pulled it all the way down his legs. His body was completely hairless but he was beautiful. He stepped out of the jumpsuit and Leslie ran her hands up his legs, feeling the smooth calves and the thick thighs, but her fingers did not touch his erection, which was standing out in front of him, thick and hard and swollen. To see it so primed for her, to know that it had been inside her, made her feel slick with wetness. A greedy drool formed in her mouth but she swallowed it back. Not yet. She had to teach these aliens the art of patience. It would do no good if she was too greedy.

  Chapter 11

  L eslie repeated this process with Gabriel. Their bodies were identical. She held their hands together, loving that she had the two of them able to pleasure her. Never on Earth would she have been able to realize this secret fantasy, but the tall whites had been able to bring it out of her. She looked into the angels' eyes and wondered if they felt even a semblance of the heat that swam through her body.

  “To make things really interesting you have to go slowly, and stimulate places that you wouldn't think are obvious. For example,” she said, and pulled back her hair, revealing the side of her neck. She showed it to the angels and indicated for them to kiss her there. They bowed down, unsure at first, but did as she asked, and were surprised when they heard a soft murmuring purr rumble along her throat. Her eyes closed, and her body began to tremble. Michael then tried it, and the scientists' heads bobbed. If they were communicating telepathically she was not aware of it, their thoughts hidden to her.

  After this she in turn kissed the angels in the middle of their chests then ran her hands along their torsos. She took their hands and mimicked her own movements, feeling their hands roam upon her. She showed them how to massage her flesh and enjoyed the feeling of their hands working against her tense muscles. The tension oozed out of her. Leslie's chest rose and fell with deep, contented breaths. But as much as she loved the idea of being with the aliens, the image of Jack burst into her mind. It made her gasp and she tried not to think of him, for she was afraid of what the aliens would do if they saw a human man in her mind. She fought against him, but the more she struggled the more his image grew. It started with his head, and then it was as though his entire body rippled down. His strong broad neck, his hairy chest, which was so in contrast to the smooth tall whites she was teaching, and then her imagination took hold as she imagined his glorious human anatomy in all its splendor. Desire swam through her even though she felt guilty at the same time. She was with the tall whites. Why was she consumed with thoughts of Jack?

  She then sat Gabriel on the table and pushed him on his chest. “This is what you're going to have to do to a woman. Her whole body is an erotic instrument and if you know how to play it just right you'll...” she began, but then she realized that the aliens may not even understand the concept of music, so she silenced herself and went about her task of showing them how to massage slowly, moving across the shoulders and along the spine, rubbing deep into the tissue. She brought her lips to his skin as well as her fingers. It tasted almost sweet. She moaned as she moved down his body, sliding down his legs, and when she had reached the tips of his toes she told him to turn around. Then she straddled his chest and ran her hands over his stomach before leaning forward and running her hands along the insides of his thigh, his erection long and hard resting against his stomach. When she had her eyes open it was easy to focus on the aliens, but whenever she closed them Jack was there. It was like her Earth life was bleeding into her cosmic one, and she didn’t like it. When she closed her eyes, it was as though she was pleasuring Jack's body, running her hands through the coarse hair on his chest, feeling the supple, sinewy muscles yielded beneath her fingers. She could almost taste the masculine sweetness on his lips, and the unique taste on his body as sweat sizzled on him.

  When she brought her hands back, Leslie caught the shaft and began to stroke it, pulling the tight skin up and curling both hands around the shaft. She pulled it and pumped it slowly at first, then faster, before she leaned forward so that her hair fell over his thighs and stomach, her hot breath washed over his erection. She let out the drool. It fell and she caught it in the rhythm of her hands, stroking fast and furiously now, before she lowered her mouth and caught the tip, feeling it stretch her jaws. It was hot and hard and it burned her tongue but she loved the feeling of it, then withdrew it slowly. Beneath her she could feel Gabriel tense. When she brought her head up she smiled slowly for the scientists were looking at her, rapt with attention. Although she was filled with pleasure she was also worried that they would be able to see into her mind, into what she was thinking, of holding Jack's human erection in between her hands, of using her mouth to pleasure him, of tainting her body by being with another man. It was the most natural urge in the world but one that was denied to her by her duty to the aliens. Yet as much as she loved being with them, there was a deep part of her that yearned to know what it would be like to be next to Jack, to feel his warm body, his heartbeat pressing against her, his arms holding her tightly. So tender, so safe, so loved.

  It took all of her willpower to push those thoughts aside and focus on the tall whites. She couldn't have that life. She couldn't have Jack. It wasn't what she was meant for. She was destined for greater things.

  “That's an example of how you should act, but this was me pleasuring a man. You're going to pleasure a woman, so let's see what you've learned.” She pushed Gabriel off the table and then brought Michael forward. This time she laid down and waited for Michael to massage her. She guided him and corrected him when he was pressing too hard, or not hard enough, and she closed her eyes as the pleasurable sensations washed through her.

  When it came time for her to turn over she told him not to straddle her, but to be by her side. She showed him how to play with her breasts, how to circle his thumb around the nipples and pinch them, lightly at first, then getting ever tighter. She gasped as his hands squeezed her soft flesh. Then, she took his hand and moved it further down her body, resting against her sticky thighs, she showed him how to please her. She took her finger and slipped it inside her pussy, stroked it slo
wly. Then she took it out and held it in front of Michael, curling it slowly back and forth, showing him how to work it inside her. Michael followed her lead and her hands tightened around the edges of the table as the heat flowed inside her. It felt as though her mind was slipping open and all her hidden desires were pouring out, she only hoped that now her mind had been opened she would not forget this because it was so erotic and so intense that she wanted to revisit the memory again and again.

  Michael's finger beckoned forth an orgasm and she soon felt herself shuddering violently under the force of it all. It cascaded through her relentlessly and she was left breathless when Michael stopped.

  “Never stop until she tells you to,” she gasped, and thrust Michael's finger back inside her. Michael continued as the scientists gazed in curiosity. They looked at their own fingers, seemingly confused as to how such a mere thing could cause such a pleasing reaction.

  When Leslie had enough she pulled Michael away and wiped some sweat off her face. Her hair was becoming matted to her scalp. She pulled the alien she called Gabriel over and brought his head down, burying it in between her thighs. She screamed with delight as his tongue danced inside her, and the scientists moved forward even more to get a better view. Even the head scientist seemed to be more intrigued and suddenly they were all around Leslie, looking at her writhing body closely. This only made the feelings of passion more intense inside her as the boiling blood rushed around her body and through her blurred vision she saw them all, and felt more alive, more radiant than ever before.

  Gabriel and Michael took turns pleasuring her. The orgasms crashed through her again and again and she hoped that all were paying attention as these were important lessons. If the tall whites mastered these lessons then the women of Earth were going to be very happy. Leslie screamed again and suddenly that was all she could take from just being stimulated by tongues and fingers. She needed more, much more. Rising like a phoenix she ordered Gabriel to the table and then lowered herself onto him.

  “Final lesson for today,” she moaned, “sex isn't just about thrusting in and out. You need some rhythm,” she said, and started rocking on Gabriel's body. His hands clamped around her thighs as she took control and she felt him so huge inside her. She thought she was going to break in two. She reached out for Michael and made out with him, clinging onto his body as she swayed and gyrated. Leslie went slow and fast, driving herself and Gabriel crazy until Gabriel erupted inside her, a thick stream of sticky cum that burned and felt so good, so alive. Panting, she climbed off him and Gabriel rolled off the table. Leslie then laid down herself and beckoned for Michael, pulling him close to her. He came upon her and plunged in her soaking wet pussy, and then he tried to mimic what she had just taught him. The scientists were all around her now, peering into her, and she bore her soul for them all. Michael pounded away at her to the point where she felt herself floating away, losing consciousness.

  But as she did so she saw Jack again, laying over her. When she closed her eyes, she could see him gazing at her, the love and lust flowing from his body to hers and back again, the added tension that gave more heat to the passion, more than the mechanical thrusts of the tall whites. Leslie was on the cusp of a raging orgasm, and Jack's name was a breathless whisper wrapped around a sharp moan.

  Michael's hands pinned her down, he didn't even seem to be out of breath whereas she was gasping for air, almost begging him to stop, but it felt so good and she was utterly delirious with the orgasms that burned hotter than the fire of a thousand burning suns.

  She felt Michael come inside her, the final thrust threatening to break her in two, and then she was left on the table, drained, her arms draped over the side. She ached all over and her head throbbed. Her body was crying out for some comfort but that had been damn good. She wanted to teach them again and again. As she lay there she was aware of the scientists performing their usual medical procedure, extracting the eggs inside her, potential hybrids. They mopped her forehead and took readings of her body temperature and blood pressure. Michael and Gabriel were taken away. The other scientists looked at her with curiosity, at least that's what she thought it was. She was tired and tried to smile at them, but they offered nothing in return. Now that the heat had dissipated she relaxed. Jack was still there every time she closed her eyes. It was as though she moved from one place to the other in the blink of an eye. She wondered once again if the aliens could see into her mind, and what they would make of it if they could. Perhaps it only mattered if she actually did have sex with another man.

  She didn't want to discover how far their wrath went if she did.

  It would soon be time to be sent back to Earth, back to her lonely bed far away from all of them, all of these aliens who were looking to her for guidance. She knew that she could never have the reality of Jack, and even fantasies were too dangerous. She would have to try and train herself not to think of him, lest the aliens think that her faith and her devoutness in them wavered. The head scientist came up to her and placed his hand on her forehead. Sleep.

  She tried to fight, tried to beg them to let her stay on the ship at least for a few hours more, just so she could learn, just so she could - but by then it was too late. The bright lights faded and the world went dark.

  Chapter 12

  W hen Leslie woke up she was back in her bed, and immediately screamed, “Yes!' because she had remembered. She was worried that when she returned her memories would be repressed again, but it seemed as though now she had managed to break through whatever block that had existed and managed to trap those memories within her mind. She was free to remember everything, and what a thing to remember. Replaying it in her mind made her wet again and she couldn't stop herself from being aroused. She didn't know how long her task of teaching them was going to be, but she would quite happily continue for however long they needed her to do it. Gabriel and Michael were like machines, and she would have to be looking out for any of the aliens on Earth. Although, as she thought of that she felt a twinge of guilt because there was Jack.

  Looking out at the morning sun she was frustrated by how when she was on the alien ship it was so easy to leave her terrestrial life behind, but when she was back on Earth it all came back to her. It felt as though she was split in two. Part of her was up in space, lost in the abyss with the aliens, and part of her was grounded on Earth. The scientists had all been so curious. She wondered how they were going to communicate what they had learned to their agents on Earth, although given that they were telepathic it probably would not have posed much of a problem.

  She almost jumped when there was a knock on the door. Because she was in such a startled state her mind jumped to the most paranoid conclusions. She thought that it might be the government coming to take her away because they had discovered the ship, or that it was Dr. Arnet and James coming to talk with her because James had told Dr. Arnet the truth. She was almost afraid to open the door when she heard Sharee's voice calling at her to come out.

  Leslie opened the door to find Sharee standing there, jogging on the spot. She was holding a bottle of water in one hand a stopwatch on the other.

  “What is this?” Leslie asked.

  “You know, we always said that we'd go running and this is going to be a good thing! Besides if we're both going to have men in our lives then we should make an effort to keep in shape.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “Well, Steve told me that you and Jack have seen each other a couple of times”

  “What? No, we haven't. He dropped me home after you and Steve left the other night, then we went out for a drink last night. It wasn't a big deal though, we're just hanging out.”

  “Whatever you say,” Sharee said in a disbelieving tone. Leslie glared at her.

  “And what are you playing at anyway?” Leslie said. She didn't appreciate being interrupted when she had been in the middle of reflecting on a very blistering night. “What's going on with Steve?”

  “Oh, he's lovely
. I think I really might like him.”

  “But in the bar the other night you were saying -”

  “I know what I was saying, but that doesn't mean that's how I'm always going to feel. Steve is fun, and we get on great and to be honest I think it's something that I'm missing from my life. Maybe it's time for me to give someone a chance, myself a chance. And I think it's great that you're doing the same thing. We can be women who are reclaiming our lives and our happiness!” Sharee yelled triumphantly.

  “I appreciate that you feel proud because of this but you've got the wrong idea. I don't know what you've heard from Steve but it's wrong. I'm not going out with Jack. We met up for a drink and there was nothing romantic about it. So, next time don't jump to conclusions.”

  “God Leslie. What? Got you up on the wrong side of bed this morning? I don't get what it is with you? Jack's a decent guy, you know, and we can't let ourselves be defined by our pasts. It's time we stopped letting them get the better of us. We've been through a lot and we deserve to be happy. Do yourself a favor and let Jack in, you won't regret it. I've got good feeling about these ones. They're harmless really, let's just see where it goes, and we can look out for each other, yeah?”

  Leslie knew in that moment that Sharee wasn't really asking Leslie for Leslie's own benefit, but for Sharee's. Sharee had been through a sexual assault and she was hesitant to be with other men, but she must have really liked Steve if she was willing to give him a chance, and it was clear that she wanted Leslie to go along with it so that the two of them could help each other out if they had trouble. Leslie wished that Sharee wasn't so nice, so caring, because she felt the pull of guilt.