A Date With Angel and Other Things ...

by J. Judkins

  Kim’s eyes snapped open again. For a moment, she considered objecting, but then reminded herself what Angel was doing was a legitimate procedure. It was all part of a video, and still technically a massage. A little touching in unexpected places was to be expected.

  "Would you mind if I kissed you?" asked Angel.

  Kim moistened her lips and nodded. Nothing wrong with kissing. She’d gotten used to that. Kissing was okay.

  Angel kissed her breasts instead.

  Kim simply stared at her, dumbfounded. That was a bit unexpected! Certainly more intense, but not something to get distressed about. Not yet. She’d technically given permission, and this was nothing she hadn’t already endured and panicked midway through before. She could deal with it. After all, it was still technically a massage, right? Angel was only kissing them while she was massaging them.

  And sucking on them just a little bit.

  And using her tongue, which felt really nice.

  And now nibbling a bit with her teeth, but mostly she was massaging them! That could still be explained away as innocent if she closed her eyes and didn’t think about it or pay any attention to it whatsoever.

  Kim felt flushed with warmth. She yearned to touch Angel and reciprocate, but didn’t dare disturb the process. The people being massaged weren’t supposed to become enthusiastic and do things like that. Kim was no expert, but she knew that much, at least. Besides, if she did anything to disturb Angel’s routine she might send her the wrong message. If Angel could be a professional about this, so could she!

  Angel’s fingers glided along her legs. They brushed past her most sensitive spot and sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

  “Nope, that was clearly an accident, still not seducing, not us,” the fingers seemed to say. Then they came back, picking a different path this time. Never blatant. Never obvious. “Sorry! Just moving from one leg to the other, excuse us,” they apologized, again trying for subtlety but failing.

  Apparently they were looking for the best spot to stop and run in circles, but they still kept up the pretense of massaging her legs to give Kim an illusion to cling to. Once it became clear they weren’t going away, Kim became more intently focused on what they were doing. She remembered a shirt. Wasn’t a shirt supposed to be there, to keep Angel from doing things just like that?

  Oh. There it was.

  Over there.

  By the door.

  …Huh.

  Shouldn’t that worry her?

  Someone let out a low moan. Oh. That was her! Maybe it wasn’t technically a massage in the strictest definition of the word, but assuming it was, and she clung to the possibility that it was with all her might, then it was a really good one! If Kim still had the power of speech, she might have said so.

  Angel eased Kim’s legs apart. Angel probably had a good reason for doing so. They were kind of arching apart on their own, anyway. Angel was also naked, she noted.

  When did that happen?

  With Angel’s right hand and those magic fingers keeping Kim’s concentration shot to hell and useless, the left hand remained free to roam wherever it pleased. As it moved, Angel gently kissed and tasted the spots it visited. Finally, the hand settled on her right breast while Angel licked at the other. Her lips closed over a nipple and Kim felt her gently tease it with her tongue, making her gasp.

  Kim could no longer see what Angel’s right hand was doing, but she suspected it was up to no good. Even Kim’s pleasure fogged brain had trouble classifying what Angel was doing as legitimate massage-like behavior, but at the moment she didn’t much care. It felt really nice.

  Angel kissed her way down her stomach before situating herself between Kim’s open legs. The sight of her crouched there focused all her attention on Angel like nothing else could. The alarm bells ringing in her head became little more than background distractions, easily ignored, and she felt more than a bit of trepidation, but she couldn’t muster the willingness to do anything about it. She continued to watch, mesmerized.

  The hands moved along her body again, presumably to massage other areas Angel might have missed, assuming any such spots still existed. Angel ran kisses up the inside of Kim’s leg, stopping occasionally as if to savor the taste.

  It didn’t take long at all before Angel ran out of right leg, but she didn't continue to the left. Instead, she stayed right in the middle and attempted what Kim thought was a kiss but turned out to be surprisingly better.

  Kim threw back her head and drew in a ragged breath against the heated rush of pleasure. That was really, really nice! Angel was using her tongue and gently sucking and that wasn’t technically a kiss, but it...

  Wait a second...

  This wasn’t a massage. This was sex! She read about it, she had descriptions of it, and now it was happening. To her. It was happening to her! Angel was having sex with her!

  And it felt absolutely wonderful. If there was any part of her that wasn’t fully onboard in approval of what was happening, it flat out didn’t matter because the rest of her mind wasn’t listening or paying attention to it. The rational part of her mind was probably tied up, wide-eyed, and gibbering to itself in a dark corner somewhere.

  Kim arched her back and moaned, involuntarily pressing herself against Angel. She had both hands placed on the upper half of the inside of Kim’s thighs, apparently to guard against the off chance Kim might want to close them up again. It wasn’t going to happen, but Angel kept them there anyway.

  The pleasure increased to greater and greater heights, and Kim thrashed around on the bed. Thrashing seemed like a good idea. The situation called for a little thrashing. She couldn’t seem to keep her arms still so she gripped the sheets and didn’t let go.

  Kim found herself making a whole bunch of those insufferably cute little noises Angel seemed to like so much but she didn’t much care. It felt too good. There was nothing for her to compare the incredible sensations to, other than the amazing things Angel did to her ten seconds ago, only more so. She wanted Angel to keep doing what she was doing and never stop.

  The pleasure kept building and building upon itself until finally it consumed her in a rush. Kim cried out, writhing around like a confused snake. Angel stayed with her as she rode it out, keeping her relatively stable while she whimpered and gasped and made even more of those annoying cute noises.

  Then it was over. Angel kissed her way up Kim’s stomach and settled in next to her.

  After several long seconds, Kim regained the power of speech. The power to move still eluded her.

  "Oh, my God," Kim managed to say.

  "Did you like it?" asked Angel, which Kim thought was a rather stupid question, but she was ready to forgive her anything at that point.

  “Haah,” Kim said in agreement, or rather, gasped.

  Angel looked extraordinarily pleased with herself. "I thought you'd like it. The instructional video had a ninety six percent rating and over a million and a half views."

  "Tell me," Kim started to say before running out of air. She swallowed, took several more breaths, and then tried again. "These instructional videos. Did you find them on a porn site?"

  "Not all of them. Only a few wanted to verify if I was 18 or over or wanted credit card information."

  Kim tried to muster what dignity remained to her. A few seconds later, she gave it up. Her dignity, like the downgraded former planet Pluto, was gone. "In how many of them did they have sex?”

  "All of them," Angel said, matter-of-factly.

  "You knew this?"

  "Of course I did.”

  "You fully intended this massage to end with sex?"

  Angel nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, yes. Definitely."

  "Good," said Kim.

  At least she wouldn’t be getting blamed for this one.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  It was late Sunday night, and Kim and Angel were on their way home. They’d spent the rest of late Saturday into the evening and most of Sunday doing things Kim never thought abou
t doing and certainly never expected to do in her lifetime. It only ended after Kim insisted on going home for some much needed food and sleep, but what she really wanted was sleep.

  "Stop that. I’m driving," said Kim.

  Angel stopped that, and sat back in her seat, looking out the window. Kim returned her attention to the road.

  Kim thought she should be upset, annoyed, or at least mildly irritated with the way things turned out. But she wasn’t. Instead, she felt blissfully happy. The fact that she was blissfully happy annoyed the hell out of her, but it was more of an annoyance in theory. She wanted to be annoyed. She had good reason to expect to be annoyed. But in the end, the insufferable happiness won out.

  If anyone would have asked her a week ago if what happened over the last two nights could have happened to her, she would have said no.

  Okay, maybe not last week Kim. Last week, she’d barely mustered the willpower to stop it, even with her being fully alert and expecting Angel to try something at some point. She’d probably have to go further back to find a version of herself completely against the idea and surprised that it could possibly happen in her near future.

  True, sex was never really her idea, but Angel was right in that regard. The two of them never would have gotten anywhere if things were left entirely up to her. She'd simultaneously fought against and received the blame for its progress, every step of the way.

  After spending the rest of the weekend as a reluctant and then willing participant, she could now grudgingly admit to herself she kinda, sorta liked it one helluva lot. Admit it to herself? Perfectly fine with the idea. Not a problem. Admit it to anyone else? Not a chance.

  Even so, she still didn’t feel that she wanted it. Not really. She was just susceptible to being persuaded, and that was it. Was that normal? She had no idea.

  And yet, even at the heights of passion, Kim never went quite so far as Angel did. Angel was certainly attractive enough, but Kim didn’t feel an emotional connection. She especially didn’t feel it after Angel flat out told her sex was the ultimate goal of a relationship and love was an arbitrary side-effect.

  Now that she knew what making love felt like, would she start to crave it if she didn’t have it after an extended period of time? Other people certainly acted that way. Maybe it would happen to her. She simply didn’t know. All her life, Kim’s sex drive had been stuck in neutral. Angel in contrast had an abundance of one. Assuming Angel’s efforts didn’t cause her to drop dead from exhaustion at some point, what they had together might actually work.

  On the surface, it seemed perfect. But only on the surface.

  Angel didn’t love her. She even said as much with her “Love is a side effect, sex is the goal” comment, and did her best to achieve that goal. In fact, she achieved it five or six times that first night before Kim lost track.

  So if sex was the goal to Angel, why keep doing it? Angel could have stopped after the first time, couldn’t she? Why do it again, if she’d gotten what she wanted? Her background story was secure. Was she simply playing a girlfriend role for appearance’s sake?

  That had to be it. In Angel’s mind, to be a proper girlfriend meant sex. Nonstop sex. Sex for what remained of Saturday and all of Sunday which only stopped half an hour ago because Kim made a plea to come home.

  At least the drive home was giving her time to think. Twenty minutes of uninterrupted time to herself.

  Angel casually placed a hand on Kim’s leg. She tried to make the action look innocent, but the smirking gave her away.

  Okay, maybe not uninterrupted time. Kim picked up Angel’s hand and dropped it in her own lap. "I said, stop it."

  Angel stopped it.

  Kim’s thoughts began to drift again, and she found herself wondering about Angel’s true mission on Earth. An image of a galactic overlord in embroidered ceremonial robes appeared in her mind. He stood in his throne room, with six guards in full armor on either side, halberds pointed at the ceiling. Angel knelt before him on one knee. Her head was bowed in reverence as her master made a dramatic, sweeping gesture. “Go forth to Earth and seduce the first Earth girl you find,” he cried, “for the glory of the Empire!”

  Okay, probably not.

  But Angel had to be here for something. Kim half expected invasion plans that needed thwarting or alien weapons and gadgets, but nothing ever happened. Why was Angel here?

  Consider the facts: Angel lied to her on the night they met, Kim was sure of that. She wasn't upset about being lied to because that was to be expected. All alien scouts sent to Earth needed cover stories in order to blend in. They instinctively lied their asses off, no training necessary. That’s what alien scouts did.

  Perhaps all aliens are notoriously bad liars? That could explain why Earth had never been conquered in the past. Suspicious earthmen patiently listened to their lame cover stories, smiled and nodded, and then shot them. Kim may have been the first in all of human history to break tradition by welcoming the alien into her home instead of shooting her on sight like she was supposed to.

  Evil plots aside, maybe Angel didn’t anticipate what happened to her, either. This was a theory Kim had entertained before but dismissed as unlikely. On the night of their first kiss, it seemed obvious even to Kim’s inexperienced eye that Angel had never kissed anyone before. Angel discovered she liked it, and found excuses and opportunities to kiss her again. It took much longer for Kim to admit she enjoyed it, too.

  What if Angel discovered she liked it too much?

  In some science fiction stories, androids were made to emulate and mimic humans. Their brilliant designers wanted to leave themselves in control, but they copied the human model too perfectly. Their creations were designed to feel emotion to better blend in, and therefore allowed to fall in love.

  The scientists had never experienced love, themselves, so they couldn’t plan for its overwhelming influence. Love was a powerful emotion. It superseded command directives designed to prevent disobedience. And because emotions were a part of their programming, they were literally instructed to disobey by allowing emotion to guide their actions.

  Instead of following the invasion plan like a good little robot, they wound up betraying their alien masters and falling into the arms of the musclebound hero from Earth. Sometimes they were conveniently destroyed to make way for the hero’s fully human female romantic interest, but Kim could recall at least one anime where the hero learned the truth about his alien girlfriend and decided to give her a chance.

  In that anime, the gamble paid off, and she turned against her former allies in the name of love. Lots of bad guys were killed, the Earth was mostly saved, and they lived happy ever after until the sequel made their lives hell all over again.

  That particular situation didn’t fully apply to Angel, however. She may have fallen victim to physical sensation she’d never experienced before, but she wasn’t in love with Kim. Angel even went out of her way to say she wasn’t guided or influenced by love.

  Based on what she’d seen so far, Kim felt safe to say Angel was actually guided by emotions and wasn’t faking them in order to blend in.

  So what exactly was Angel, anyway?

  What about the “constructed from scratch in an alien workshop” theory? Angel could have been modeled after a captured human woman and given the standard upgrades to ensure survival, such as superhuman strength, speed, agility, large breasts, durability, and anything else the designer could think of. After all, why bother making a human without upgrades? Copying a human model would imply also giving it human emotions.

  Either that, or the “human-looking alien” theory. Simply suspend disbelief and assume humans evolved independently on completely different planets. The concept was as close to a scientific impossibility as one could get, but they never had a problem with parallel evolution on Star Trek.

  They tried to make it more plausible on Stargate SG1, claiming Earth was the planet of origin for all human life in the galaxy. Given that condition, it was perfectly u
nderstandable why everyone looked alike. Pay no attention to the language barrier.

  Angel could even be from a race of clones. That would explain why she knew next to nothing about relationships on the day they met. Anyone even moderately immersed in science fiction knew that an average clone preferred the proven science of cloning over the randomness and inefficiency of sexual reproduction.

  So what does all this mean?

  Angel wasn’t human, for one. Kim knew that much for certain. She was resistant to burns, stronger and faster than the average, musclebound action hero, and apparently carried an onboard computer in her head which gave her a potentially, life-threatening impression that she could dodge freaking bullets. As for Angel's sense of right and wrong, her conscience guided her by letting her know when it was acceptable to do things out in the open and when it was time to be sneaky and avoid detection.

  Second, Angel was guided and influenced by human emotion. Either that, or every ounce of her acting talent was invested in emotional mimicry which left nothing at all in the field of infiltration.

  Kim was leaning towards the first.

  Third, Angel wanted to avoid attracting attention. Specifically, official attention.

  This wasn’t as big a concern as it used to be. As of this weekend, Angel had to be feeling completely secure that Kim wouldn’t throw her out of the house. She could safely move on to her true goals, whatever those were. Kim had yet to discover anything about them.

  So, how did she feel about Angel?

  Kim glanced at Angel, frowning. That was a bit more difficult. They shared a lot of common interests. Maybe those common interests were nothing more than an act, but they seemed genuine. Kim liked Angel a lot, but she knew it wasn’t love.

  And Angel didn’t love her. According to Angel, love was a side effect of sex. Something that happened to people.

  Kind of depressing, actually.

  She pulled up to the garage, her thoughts in turmoil.

  Might as well resign myself to a loveless life of constant, never-ending sex. There were worse fates. Love would have been nice, but you can’t miss what you never had.