I suggested to Ellen that we retire for the evening. Gary and Alanah decided to do the same and offered to show Clark to his room on their way. He seemed undecided for a moment, then agreed.
I hadn't thought that either Ellen or I would have been particularly in the mood for much more than a night's rest after watching so much surgery, but as we wandered back to our room I found myself keeping an eye on her legs and noticing the fine fuzz on her cheek and savoring the scent of her. The curve of her shoulder and neck and the lines of her face and...
Ellen stopped and said, “You can't take your eyes off me, can you? You're getting horny as hell, aren't you?"
I shrugged and said, “Sorry if it seems inappropriate, but apparently I can't so much as see you and not start wanting you."
She took my arm and started us moving again.
"Good,” she said. “There's something about dire circumstances that makes a woman just as horny. I was wondering if we'd ever get out of the dining room."
"Ha. The vastly superior alien intellect is as subject to biology as everybody else. You're probably feeling that primitive urge to reproduce in order to replenish the human herd."
Ellen looked up at me and gave me a wry grin. “Nope. I've been horny all day. I woke up horny, but we were in a hurry to get everybody together."
"Oh. Well, then, I suppose I stand corrected, Miz Alien Lady. Your vast intellect apparently gave in to your biology long before I had my morning coffee. What was it, ma'am? A wet dream?"
"That's exactly what started it and that remark is going to cost you, Earthie. You're all mine, now."
"Would it help to plead for mercy?"
"Not even a little. Now I'm hornier than ever."
Ellen pressed the door pad and playfully shoved me into our room, then pulled our watches off and turned them off before dropping them on the nightstand. She stripped off her shirt and shorts as I got out of my own clothes.
As she approached me in her glorious nakedness, she grinningly asked, “Any last words, Earthie? Want to write home or anything, just in case?"
I stood straight and said, “Just do me the honor of sending me home on my shield so they'll know I did my best."
Ellen giggled and grabbed me in an attempt to throw me on the bed. I turned it around and tried to throw her on the bed. For some moments we wrestled to see who was going to be the thrower and the throwee, then her grin turned into a sharp burst of laughter that she couldn't stop.
I tossed her on the bed, naturally. You have to use the advantages you're given in such matters.
Her words came between bouts of laughter. “That's ... cheating ... Ed!"
"So make me work it off, ma'am."
I was standing too close when I said it. Ellen's arm lashed out and her hand locked around my wrist and she used her feet to trip me as she pulled. I wound up flat on the bed next to her and her laughter got worse, if anything, as her hand wrapped around my upright dick.
"I've got ... you now ... Earthie! No ... escape ... for you!"
"I surrender, alien woman. You're too late, anyway. You may use me as you will while the others escape to freedom."
Ellen really cracked up at that line.
"Oh, don't even try to look noble about it, Earthie. You opened their cages and helped them escape so you'd have my gorgeous body all to yourself."
"Drat. How did you know? Don't tell my mother, okay?"
"I'll tell her if you don't make me happy, mister."
"Ooo. No, no. She wouldn't like that. I'll cooperate, ma'am."
Ellen cannot be called a passive woman. She put the head of the object of her interest in her mouth and swirled her tongue. That made it buck, which made her giggle. She took another swirling swipe with her tongue and giggled again.
Taking it out of her mouth, she laughed and said, “You'll probably find me rather easy to please this evening."
"Oh, good. I was getting worried until you said that."
She grinned and slapped my leg and went back to work on her toy for a while, then took me out of her mouth again long enough to wordlessly maneuver me further onto the bed. Once I was where she wanted me, she straddled my chest and offered herself to me so that I could do for her what she was doing for me.
I ran my hands over her lovely thighs and waited. She was taking me deep and rocking, and every stroke of her tongue on the head was lowering her nearer to my own tongue. It was a game she played with herself to teasingly lower herself near enough for me to take a swipe at her magic button, then to settle where I could attend matters to her satisfaction.
Ellen was already damp when my lips found hers and my tongue slashed across her clit. She gave a muffled screech and I felt her teeth drag briefly, then she settled into place so I could begin my search for her pleasures. My tongue slipped between her labia and took a long stroke of her clit and Ellen moaned.
When I took her button between my lips and whipped it with my tongue her moan increased considerably for several seconds. During that time Ellen wasn't rocking, wasn't stroking me with her tongue. She'd said she liked feeling me bucking and throbbing in her mouth while I did that to her and that the sensations from both ends of her were too distracting to try to move.
I didn't mind. Actually I didn't even really notice much of anything other than how she was reacting. What I was doing was winding her up tight and shooting for a couple of her explosions before she turned around and sat on my dick. When things happened in that order Ellen usually came quickly and more than once almost as soon as she had fully impaled herself on me.
When her time came, Ellen had to take me out of her mouth to groan with the impact of it. Her face rested on my thigh as I searched for another one and found it. She settled into it and rode it like a wave and then her wave broke as she orgasmed again. I was about to start looking for another one when she began to slide down my legs and roll off me.
Ellen turned around, kissed her way up my chest to my face, and kissed me hard as she settled herself onto me. When she hit bottom she came again in a softer way and held very still for a moment to let it work its magic and fade before posting a few times and then jamming herself down onto me to drive another orgasm into full bloom.
This was the part I liked best. I liked the way she took control of the stick and knew how best to use it to her satisfaction. Watching her move to milk bits of pleasure out of herself gave me vast pleasure, and when she came it was a magical moment every time it happened.
Ellen knew, too, that she could almost always call my own orgasm into being. Her eyes would open and her gaze would fix on mine and she would post until she was ready, then quietly order me to come with her.
"Now,” she whispered. “Any moment very soon will do, Ed. Come for me."
I came for her. Ellen slammed herself up and down on my shaft a few times to encourage it, then remained fully impaled as I bucked and squirted into her. My orgasm would somehow trigger another one for her. She said she couldn't explain it, so I didn't press her about it, but she also said that no feeling ever made her happier than that sensation of being filled and fulfilled.
Ellen kissed me and rolled off me after we'd quieted a bit. When her arm moved, I thought she was about to say something, but when I looked over the arm she was already asleep.
* * * *
I was dreaming about Ellen. She was riding me to completion and all I wanted in the whole world at that moment was to see her reach it, but there was someone at the door ... Wait ... Not a dream. Someone was practically leaning on the door chime.
I roused enough to say, “Yes?"
Alanah walked into the room and stopped by the table. She was dressed in jogging shorts and a t-shirt as Ellen usually wore on ship and seemed vastly amused about something. I realized that Ellen had rolled herself up in the sheet and that a part of me was standing at attention. The sight of Alanah's bare legs and moderately heavy chest wasn't helping matters.
She grinned and said, “It's nice of you to offer, Ed, but I
only came by to wake you up, not get you up."
"You damn sure did that, too. Must be that outfit. Just a minute, Alanah."
I was trying to gather enough sheet off Ellen to cover myself when she roused and rolled over to see what was going on. She saw my dick and reached for it and her hand closed around it about the same time she noticed Alanah by the table.
"Oh, hi, Alanah. Look what I found.” She snickered and glanced at me.
Alanah smiled and said, “He was already kind enough to show it to me. It's almost eight, Ellen.” She snickered and said, “But Ed's almost ten..."
"We'll be along in a bit.” Ellen looked at me. “Or maybe a little longer."
Alanah shook her head with a grin and walked out.
"Ellen,” I said, “Tell her that 'yes' doesn't necessarily mean 'come in'."
"Sure, I'll do that, Ed. Do we have a few minutes or do I have to let you go?"
"We have a few minutes. I'll gladly suffer gracefully for you, ma'am."
Ellen straddled me and picked up where my dream had left off.
Elkor met us in the dining room during breakfast. He was still in his ‘doctor outfit', but a comb, a hairbrush, and a mirror had replaced some of the surgical devices. He briefed us on what to expect of Linda.
"Parts of her will be immobilized by fields. She seems to be in good spirits, but please be ready to leave the room if she shows any signs of distress or discomfort. Your visit will last no longer than her comfortable vital signs, but as long as she wants company and can handle it I see no reason to deny access."
Clark asked where the human doctors were and Elkor told him they were still sleeping after the long stint in surgery. Apparently they had stayed to oversee matters until the operation had been finished.
Just before we were ready to leave one of those doctors entered the dining room. He looked pretty bleary, but he greeted us and generally echoed Elkor's summations. We thanked him and trooped down the hall to see Linda.
Linda was lying flat under a sheet, suspended in the air about three inches above the bed. I looked at Elkor and he said that the bed wasn't really necessary, but that people generally seemed to feel more secure with something tangible underneath them.
He said it flatly—probably one could say 'with a straight face', if he'd had one -and perhaps that contributed to what made everybody laugh or chuckle.
Elkor spread four of his ‘arms’ and asked, “What did I say?", which elicited another round of chuckles and giggles.
"Yeah, Elkor,” said Clark. “People can be like that."
Linda said, “Hi, everybody. I'm still alive."
I walked over and took her hand. “You're looking pretty good, really. I'm surprised. I expected tubes and wires and all that."
"Oh, I have a tube,” she said. “It's under the sheet and it leads to a bedpan or something. Very convenient. Just like the astronauts used to use."
Clark said, “The astronauts never said even one good word about catheters, Linda. If you do, you're just trying to make us feel better. Speaking of feeling, how are you feeling? Are you feeling your toes yet?"
Linda smiled as if she had a secret, then blurted, “I feel heat, Clark. In my feet and my legs. I can feel heat."
I looked at Elkor. The doctor robot seemed to be looking back at me, but it was hard to tell for certain. He may have been seeing everybody and everything at the same time with those lenses.
Elkor moved to Linda's feet and lifted the sheet. Using the backside of one of his mandibular graspers, he drew a line on the sole of Linda's foot. He barely used enough pressure to dent the skin, but she shrieked as if he'd cut her deeply and was left gasping from the experience.
Clark had instantly jumped to grab Elkor's “hand". He couldn't budge it. Elkor wrapped two of his arms around Clark, retracted the mandibles, and rolled his robot self backward a few feet. I stepped between them and Linda and tried to get Clark's attention, then heard Linda crying behind me.
So did Clark. He was now struggling to get away from Elkor and trying to turn around at the same time. Elkor let him go and he almost fell down in his haste to get to Linda's side.
"No sweat, Elkor,” I said. “Just stay put a minute."
I tapped Clark on the shoulder. When he whipped around and saw it was me, he almost turned back to Linda, but I grabbed his face in both hands and said, “Just calm the fuck down, Clark. He tickled her. That's all. Nothing more. She probably felt it as a burn."
I didn't let go until Clark relaxed somewhat and tried to nod that he understood me.
"Okay,” said Clark, “Let me go, Ed."
"If you get silly again I'll deck you, okay?"
He nodded. “Okay. Sorry. Now let me go."
I did so and Clark turned back to Linda, searching her face. She was crying, but she was smiling hugely at the same time. Clark twisted himself to see her feet, probably looking for blood, and then looked up at Elkor, who had wisely situated himself a few feet away.
Elkor asked, “Why would I inflict damage on this woman, Mr. Clark? I just spent sixteen hours trying to restore her."
Clark blinked at him and seemed to gather himself a bit more.
"I'm sorry,” he said. “She screamed and I just reacted. I'm sorry."
Elkor said, “I understand, Mr. Clark. No apologies are necessary."
Clark looked back at Linda for a moment. She was busy marveling at her feet and smiling and crying.
He said, “Yes, Elkor, apologies are necessary. They'll make me feel better. Even if you don't need them, I do. I wish you had a hand to shake."
Elkor said, “Maybe one of these will do, Mr. Clark,” and extended all eight arms at once in a gesture that made Clark recoil against Linda's feet, which caused her to scream again. Clark whipped around to see if he'd hurt her (he hadn't, of course), then backed away from her feet and whipped back around to face Elkor.
"Sorry,” said Elkor, putting his arms down. “I didn't mean to startle you again. Maybe we should forget about the handshake for now."
Everybody was grinning like idiots as Clark glanced around at us. He stepped boldly forward and said, “No, Elkor. I'll take this one."
He reached to grab one of the dangling arms and tried to find a way to turn the gesture into a handshake. Failing at that, he simply embraced the robot and said, “Thank you. Thank you so much for helping her, Elkor."
I turned to Linda and said, “I think you have an admirer, ma'am. Did you know he felt that strongly about you?"
Linda was flabbergasted at Clark's behavior. “No,” she said. “No, I didn't."
Clark let go of Elkor, stepped over to me, and said, “I'd appreciate it if you'd mind your own business, Ed. I really would."
"This is my business. Linda's one of my oldest friends. No offense, Linda."
"None taken. That's what comes of knowing someone too long. They turn into old friends. Clark, relax. He's with me and so are you, so let's take it easy. One of you try blowing on my feet. Maybe that won't register as pain."
I said, “I'd rather Clark be the one to do that."
Linda gave me an odd look and asked, “And why is that?"
"Because I'm above making blowjob jokes and he isn't, so let him be the one to huff and puff on your toes, ma'am."
That got some snickers and giggles. Clark gave me an 'oh, grow up' look and leaned to blow on Linda's feet.
Linda made a little “Haahhh!” sound of startlement—and probably anticipated pain—and took her time about unclenching afterward.
Clark straightened up and faced Elkor.
"I know this is going to sound stupid, Elkor, but if there's ever anything I can do for you, you have to let me know immediately."
No, it didn't sound stupid. It sounded grateful as hell, but not stupid.
"I'll do that, Mr. Clark."
"Tony, Elkor. My first name is Tony."
"And mine is Elkor, Tony. I don't have a last name."
Ellen asked, “Do you want one, Elkor?"
Ellen looked at me as she asked, “Can you change your mind, Elkor?"
"As long as it doesn't affect my primary programming, yes."
Chapter Sixteen
Everyone seriously underestimated Linda's recuperative abilities.
The matter of sensory overloading was fairly quickly conquered by adjustment, just as it is with newborns. The brain learns to interpret signals from parts of the body based on continuous reception of signals. If the signal frequency increases sharply, you feel pain. If it decreases sharply you feel numbness. Different sensors in different areas of the skin and body report different conditions.
Heat sensors tap out their signals just as pain sensors do, but the signals go to slightly different receptors in the brain for interpretation. Linda's brain already knew what to do with input from different types of sensors because the undamaged upper portion of her body had never stopped sending the various types of signals.
Her feet remained extremely ticklish, but she soon was able to differentiate and categorize incoming sensations properly.
Linda also complained of having to learn to walk all over again, but that wasn't completely true. She remembered how. Her mind remembered how every time she'd dreamed of having her legs again and of being able to walk or run.
When the time was judged right for the effort, she was gently helped to try to stand, and while the first efforts were disappointing in comparison to her dreams, she was soon able to stand with only a little assistance. Not long after that she was able to walk by herself again, if perhaps a bit shakily. We threw her a small party that afternoon in honor of the occasion.
The next time I saw Linda she was on a treadmill in her office. She'd taken to doing whatever work was possible while marching along as if on a never-ending hike, including conducting interviews and accepting reports.
In this instance Ellen and I were simply visiting Linda and Elkor. We had time to spare from Ellen's scheduled meetings and nobody needed the flitter, so Gary dropped us off at the ship and said he would return for us later in the day.
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