Page 19 of So I Married an Alien
“What’s it saying?”
“That you put one mouth on another mouth?”He sticks out his tongue in disgust.“Such an action can’t be hygienic.”
I’m strangely disappointed.Maybe he’s right—maybe kissing is gross.Of course I wouldn’t think so, seeing as it’s a part of my own culture.But to an outsider…
“Oh.”I swallow hard.“We don’t have to do it, then.It was just a joke, anyway.”
Roth’kar studies me, not speaking for a long moment, and I fidget under his penetrating, ethereal gaze.
“This disappoints you.”It’s not a question.
I shrug and force a smile onto my face.“It doesn’t!”I lie.“I knew we’d have some differences when you came here.I’m sure there are things in your culture I’d find strange, like if you, um…” I trail off, thinking of our conversation about birds earlier, “…you know, wear feathers and dance around naked to find a wife.”
Roth’kar squints at me.“We do not wear feathers and dance around naked.Is this a human custom?”
“No, no!It’s just…” I sigh.“Never mind.Why don’t you get those clothes off so I can wash them?”
Roth’kar retreats into the bathroom, then emerges a few moments later with a towel wrapped around him.His chest is exposed with the towel circling only around his shapely hips, and I’m… entranced.He has sizable, sculpted pectorals that lead down to a strong abdomen, and his musculature, while different with his four arms, is definitely not unappealing.
Damn.He’s fine.
Quickly, I sweep up the clothes and carry them off to the washing machine.Roth’kar waits while I cook us dinner, because I want to have plenty of food inside both of us before we head out on the town.
When the buzzer goes off, I switch the clothes to the dryer, and Roth’kar and I get to eating.But something about our kissing conversation has quieted both of us.
I had a wonderful day today with Roth’kar.I like him.I like him, and I worry it won’t work out because we’re too different, but by then I’ll be attached to him.We’ve had a good time together so far, but what if he decides I’m not the right fit?What if he chooses to go home and I’m all alone again?
I’m going to show him a good time tonight, I decide.I’ll give him a reason to stay.
ChapterEight
Roth’kar
All throughout dinner,although the food is delicious, I am thinking about thiskissing.It clearly hurt Amara’s feelings when I, rather tastelessly, aired my opinion about it.
Maybe I should try kissing before I’m too harsh on Earth customs.They mean a lot to my new wife, clearly, and I don’t want to offend her.But it did seem to be a rather unusual act to mash your faces together that way.
I sit in the towel for another half hour until my clothes are dry.Then I change into them, and I’m pleased to find them almost a different color than before—much closer to white.They still do not match Amara’s style of dress, but at least I will be fully covered, and we can “go out on the town,” as she put it.It did seem to me to be more of a large city, though.
Before we go, Amara retreats to the bathroom for the better part of an hour.Sitting on the couch, I pick up a few booklets she has scattered there, and my translator helps me read them.Ten ways to drive your man crazy.
I thought that was a bad thing.Perhaps I am not crazy enough for Amara.
When she emerges sometime later… I almost trip over myself getting to my feet.It’s less that she is wearing the little black garment, and more like it has been painted over her.The shape of her breasts is fully visible, and they are heavy and pert.The curve of her hips and thighs couldn’t be clearer unless she was naked.Her eyes are much darker, with thick makeup around her lashes that makes her look almost dangerous.Her hair is hanging down in loose, shiny waves.
I can’t speak for a long moment.This creature with shining eyes and long, colored nails on her slim fingers is intended to be mine?I’m getting warm in the chest, my heart beating faster as she gets closer.
“What do you think?”Amara asks shyly, flicking some long hair over her shoulder.I track it with my eyes, and that warmth spreads downward, into my abdomen and the base of my culans.The soft ridges awaken, fluttering as blood travels into them.
Oh, no, I need to stop that from happening.If Amara was uncomfortable with the idea of my nudity, she’s certainly not prepared for this.
“You look wonderful,” I say quickly, adjusting so my erection might look less obvious.“My apologies.You were in the bathroom for a while and I need to…” I clear my throat.
She ushers me on.“Sorry!Go, go!”
I shut the door behind me the second I’m inside, taking a few calming breaths.I did not anticipate my culans would become aroused on their own.Usually if I need to call on them, they must be stroked, coaxed out.But when I unclasp my belt and pull down my leggings, the two culans are clasped tightly together, already shivering.As I lower my hand to them, they part, each one lined with the soft, fleshy ridges that clasp together to unite.They only separate like this when eager to mate, seeking out touch, looking for parts to stimulate.
I pull out my communicator and bring up the screen I had been looking at last night—the diagram of the human female’s body.I zoom in on the crotch, where I once again survey the shape of the vagina.It is very different from a Karthinian’s culansa, a channel with two paths leading off from it, one to each uterus.No, the vagina has a single entry hole leading to one uterus, and as if imagining it, my culans snap closed again and squeeze together into a single appendage that would, hopefully, fit there.I wrap my hand around it and stroke, gasping when I secrete fluid from between the culans, coating their shivering spines.
