Page 15 of Tomlin

“If your physical reaction is typical for those with your Krythian heritage, the average penile length for your species must exceed that of human males. Is that correct?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care.” She opened her mouth, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak. “And before you ask, no, you may not measure it.”

He took a deep, shuddering breath, and finally released the door frame, taking a step back.

“Now, if you will allow me, I wish to bathe.”

She was curiously reluctant to leave but of course he wanted to wash after his run and it wasn’t as if she could stay and watch him.

“All right. If you don’t mind, I’ll just fetch some clean clothes from the bedroom. I was also thinking a hot drink might help me sleep. Would you care to join me?” She had the distinct impression that he was going to say no, but after a brief pause, he gave a short nod and she smiled at him. “Then I will see you there.”

Although he had moved back from the doorway, he had not gone far and as she left the bathroom, her arm brushed against his stomach. His skin was hot, hotter than human skin, she noted absently, stretched smoothly over that intriguing ladder of muscles. She was tempted to explore further, but despite her curiosity, it would hardly be polite to start manhandling him.

He made another choked sound as they touched, and this time it was most definitely not a laugh. She looked up, and his eyes were glowing blue again. As their eyes locked, a shiver of excitement ran down her spine, and then he closed his eyes, breaking the connection.

“Go.”

The word was so guttural, it was almost unintelligible, but she obeyed, hurrying past him. As soon as the door closed behind her, she leaned back against the wall and raised a shaky hand to her mouth.

What on earth is wrong with me?

It was disconcerting, but it was also curiously exhilarating. She felt feminine in a way she had never felt before. She had always been too tall and too thin, and very few men had ever expressed any interest in her.

There had been one man who had pursued her when she was transitioning into her doctoral program, and she had agreed to go out to dinner with him a few times. He had always been extremely flattering towards her, but somehow it had never rung true. She hadn’t been surprised when her guardian came to see her and announced that the man was a fortune hunter.

At the time, she’d still been curious about the opposite sex, and she had briefly considered continuing to see him, and allowing him to go further. But in the end, she decided she didn’t trust him enough, and had broken off their relationship with little regret. He’d tried to act as if he were hurt, but he had rapidly turned to anger, flinging a barrage of insults at her before he stormed off.

At the time, she’d simply been relieved to see him go, but every now and then, those insults would come back to her.Scrawny. Sexless. Unattractive.While she knew that physical appearance meant little, and that her mind was far more valuable than her body, the words did occasionally sting.

They had also left behind a lingering conviction that she was not desirable to the opposite sex. The fact that Tomlin was so clearly attracted to her soothed some feminine instinct that she hadn’t even been aware she possessed. Did that mean that sex with him might be more satisfying than her previous attempt? Jim had been a fellow graduate student, also curious but equally awkward and uncomfortable with the prospect of sex.

They had mutually agreed to perform an experimental coupling to satisfy their curiosity and see what all the fuss was about. It had been both uncomfortable and unsatisfying, at least on her part. Jim had ejaculated into his carefully applied condom the moment he entered her, leaving her lying there wishing they’d never agreed to the experiment to begin with.

She was convinced that it would be different with Tomlin. If he’d never had a sexual encounter, perhaps he would be open to repeating her previous experiment…

There was an odd tingling sensation in her chest, and she looked down to find that her nipples had stiffened, thrusting against the towel. She usually didn’t pay much attention to them in her self-pleasure routine, but when she touched one with a curious finger, it sent a little zap of excitement straight to her clitoris.How interesting.Merely the thought of an encounter with Tomlin had her more excited than she remembered being during her entire time with Jim.

The shower had come on while she was standing there, and she suddenly heard a low groan. Tomlin. Was he in pain? Perhaps that erection was troubling him - it seemed probable, given its unnatural size. Perhaps she should offer to relieve him…

But then he groaned again, and this time she heard her name. Oh.Oh.

It appeared he was taking care of the issue himself. An image of the scene popped into her head, water pouring down over that tall muscular body, his big hand clasped around his penis. Hiscock. Her imagination failed her at that point. She couldn’t imagine that his cock was anything like Jim’s but she had no other basis of comparison.

Perhaps I should have taken more biology courses, she thought, then sighed and went to pick something out of her limited wardrobe. If she wanted to convince Tomlin to experiment with her, then she needed to look her best. Unfortunately, she had very few choices.

While working in the lab, she preferred coveralls or loose-fitting pants with a sleeveless top. She had a few plain dresses that she kept for her visits to Wainwright to assuage their rather extreme views on female attire. She was about to reach for one of those dresses, when she suddenly remembered the robe her guardian’s wife had given her on her twenty-first birthday.

To her relief, it hadn’t been ornamented with the embellished ruffles and lace that Marion preferred, but it was a pretty shade of blue and the fabric was soft and silky. Somehow she never discarded it, even though she rarely wore it.

Pulling it out of the depths of her wardrobe, she wrapped it around her naked body, the cool silk unexpectedly pleasant against her still hardened nipples. For the first time, she wished she’d installed a full-length mirror in her bedroom instead of the small one she used to check and make sure that her hair was neatly arranged.

It wasn’t. Tendrils were escaping from the loose knot and her face was still flushed from the heat of her bath. And perhaps her reaction to Tomlin.

It was a surprisingly attractive look, less formal than her usual appearance, and she decided to leave it as it was. All she could see of the robe was the collar, but she thought the blue looked nice against her pale skin. Filled with an unusual amount of confidence, she tightened her belt and went to prepare some tea.

She had just finished brewing it when Tomlin reappeared. Rather to her disappointment, he was once again fully dressed in his usual neat black clothing. But his eyes had not lost that blue glow and it seemed to intensify as he looked at her, his gaze traveling down over her body to her breasts. They tingled again.

Excellent.

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