Page 20 of So I Married an Alien
I wonder if she’d like how they would feel inside her.They are designed to stimulate as they flutter.Is she as sensitive along her vagina as a Karthinian is?
More of my cum oozes out the sides as I stroke again, and again, hoping I can squeeze out a finish quickly and exit the bathroom before it becomes suspicious.Pumping hard a few more times, my eyes roll back in my head, and my culans seize, their spines shaking wildly as I meet my pinnacle.
I gush all over the floor, which is easy to clean.Then I make a show of flushing the toilet and running the water before stepping back out.Amara is wearing a pair of shoes with high heels on, while a bag on a gold chain hangs from her opposite shoulder.The gold matches her earrings, which glint in the light.
“You ready?”she asks, her lashes falling low over her eyes.They are pure suggestion, oozing sex, and I’m stunned by how my body once again reacts to it.
“I-I believe so.”
Amara hooks her hand in my arm, the same way she did on our walk.“Then let’s get out of here.”
Rather than going in her vehicle, she leads me down the street to a plastic overhang with a big sign reading “59” over the top.
“We’re taking the bus!”Amara announces.“That way, I don’t have to drive us home later when I’m inevitably wasted.”
“Why would anyone waste you?”
She snorts.“It means drinking a lot.So much you can’t see straight.”
I grimace.“That sounds awful.”
“Soundsfun, you mean!”She’s simply lit up all over, her excitement radiating off her in waves.I find myself soaking it up, curious about what she has planned for us tonight.
The bus is an enormous, ancient vehicle that rumbles like the spaceship’s engine.We climb up a set of steps, where Amara scans our tickets, then we find seats in the back among dozens of other humans.They all stare as I pass, and a few giggle or gasp.Soon the bus is moving again, and I nearly trip over myself.
Amara doesn’t release my arm as we sit together, watching the city go by the windows.It’s charming, I think, in its own way.The backwardness of humankind is almost endearing.
“We get off here,” she says after a time, sitting up to pull a wire running along the windows.The bus slows, and she leads me out the back entrance.
Then we’re standing on a street corner, and Amara seems even more excited as we head off, toward bright, flickering signs.
“Okay, so you’re going to meet two people who are very important to me,” she says, her expression turning serious.Well, as serious as it can be, given that she’s Amara.“First, there’s Marguerite.I’ve known her since freshman year of college.She’s a little hoity-toity at first, but I promise, she’s a whole bad bitch.”
I can’t tell if that’s supposed to be a good or a bad thing, but I think it’s a good thing.
“Next is Fiona.She seems sweet and happy, but she’s also a bad bitch.”
Okay, definitely being abad bitchseems to be a good thing.
Amara giggles.“Both of them are super sweet.And they’re excited to meet you.”
I take a deep breath.I knew I’d have to meet my new wife’s friends and family, but now it’s upon us.Hopefully they’ll find me to be a good match for Amara.
We reach a building with darkened windows, so it looks like there’s nothing but blackness inside.A bright sign announces CLUB TENDRIL.We get in line behind a group of other people waiting to get in, each of them passing by a big strong woman dressed in a black jacket.
“Your visa,” Amara says, nudging me.I pull the document from my pocket and produce it as we approach the jacketed woman.
Her eyes travel from my feet to my face, ending with a quirk of her brow when she notices my antennae.
“Nice boyfriend,” she says to Amara.“Matching Program?”
“Yep!This is Roth’kar.He’s a Karthinian.”
I bring all my hands to my chest, close my eyes, and lift my chin in greeting.
“Ooh.”The woman returns my visa.“Cute.Have fun.”
Amara pulls me along through the door behind her, giggling.
