Page 26 of Her Alien Captain
SEVENTEEN
Drake had been back on Earth for about two weeks. Fortunately, he got back just as the spring landscaping season was starting. He had a couple dozen phone messages to answer, but he wasn’t gone long enough to lose any of his regular customers. Most of his regular crew would be coming back. Everything was going as well as could be expected, but he felt restless.
Despite what he had said about the felines, his mind kept going back to her picture. Even though he had refused to look at it while he was on the ship, he never deleted it from his tablet. Now he looked at it almost every day, sometimes more than once a day. She was exotically beautiful with long pale blue hair and blue catlike eyes. Everything else about her looked normal. What if he was missing the chance of a lifetime? Meg Casey seemed supremely happy with her feline mate.
Drake had a decent business. He wasn’t getting rich, but he had his own home and equipment paid for and steady business to keep it going. But every night he dragged home after working ten to twelve hour days to an empty house. He didn’t even have a dog. Was this what he had to look forward to for the rest of his life?
Friends were always trying to fix him up. He dated from time to time, but relationships just didn’t happen. The ones that started didn’t last. What was he afraid of? It wasn’t really that they were feline humanoids. Maybe he was afraid that he would be tied for life to a woman who would grow to hate him; or that they would grow to hate each other. They said that never happens withmeomees. He wasn’t quite convinced. They said he could email her and it would be translated. So far, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it.
It was almost eight when he pulled into the driveway that evening, and it was starting to rain. He trudged into the house and straight into the bathroom for a shower. He hoped the warm water would soothe his aching muscles. It helped. He pulled on a pair of clean sweat pants after he dried himself and walked barefoot to the kitchen for a beer.
He was on his way to the living room to turn on the TV when he heard a knock on his door. He wondered what they were selling. No one ever came to his door unless they were selling something or their car broke down on the remote back road where he lived. He opened the front door, but not the storm door.
Drake opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It washer---Zya. Her pale blue hair was soaked as well as her clothes, and her soft blue eyes looked up at him hopefully. He was torn between slamming the door in her face and pulling her inside and kissing her senseless. But he did neither. He just stood there staring like a fool.
“I’m sorry surprise you. I wait years for a match. I want you tell me to face, you no wantmeomee,” she said in slightly broken English. “We talk?”
Drake took a long pull on his beer and sighed. Then he opened the screen door and nodded for her to come in. She was careful as she passed not to touch him, but that didn’t stop her unique scent from reaching his nostrils. She smelled so good. After she had passed, he closed both doors and turned to face her. “Beer?”
She nodded. He went to the refrigerator and opened the door. “Help yourself.”
He stepped aside, and she took one out for herself and closed the door. Drake led the way into the living room, took a seat in a stuffed chair, and motioned Zya to the sofa. He watched her twist off the cap of her beer and take a sip. She made a face like she had swallowed bitter medicine. Drake threw back his head and laughed. Zya laughed too.
“You never had a beer before,” said Drake and smiled at her.
“You like---I try,” she shrugged. “Not like.”
“It’s an acquired taste,” Drake said. “You don’t have to drink it. Would you like something else?”
She shook her head and took another sip. “I acquire taste.”
“I can’t believe you came all this way. How did you even find me?”
“Relatives live on Earth. They find you on internet for me. They know how muchmeomeemeans to me,” she explained. “My farm lonely with just me---no mate no children. It runs by machines. I have time for life and no one share with. You see?”
“I work all the time and not much to spend on anything else,” Drake said.
“I help. Landscaping like farming…grow things.” She said hopefully, looking straight into his eyes.
Drake couldn’t take his eyes from her face. She was even more beautiful in person. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was about her, but he found himself liking her---and wanting her. It was not the pheromones it was her. He had an internal vision flash of her lying beneath him with his cock balls deep inside her with her murmuring his name passionately. With that thought, he felt his cock stiffen.
Then he shook his head. That’s all it would take, and he would be bound to her for life. How could he even take her out in public? Granted, blue hair was not uncommon, but those eyes. They were gorgeous, but those eyes would mark her as a freak. People could be cruel to her. He couldn’t bear that. Or could he live on her world?
Then he looked at her again. She was looking at him like he was the man she was waiting for all her life---like she would love him no matter what. “Damn!” She came across the stars to find him.
He looked at her again and set his beer on the coffee table between his chair and the sofa. He couldn’t think too hard on it, or he would lose his nerve. He stood and crossed the distance between them in three steps. He took Zya’s beer and set it on the table by his. Then he went to stand in front of her and held his hand's palms up to her.
“Oh, Drake,” she murmured wondrously and placed her smaller hands in his larger ones, and he pulled her to her feet and into his arms.
EIGHTEEN
As he held her, he realized he knew this would happen as soon as he saw her standing outside his front door. She laid her head against his chest, and he rested his cheek on the top of her head. Her pale blue hair was as soft as a baby's, and she smelled so good. His cock was so hard. He never wanted a woman the way he wanted her at that moment. After a few moments, she leaned back and looked up at him. It was clear she felt the same. He bent his head and covered her parted lips with his own.
He picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist, still kissing her, and carried her into his bedroom. He set her down on her feet and she immediately started peeling off her clothes. She was wearing Earth type clothing right down to the lacy bra and panties. She was naked even faster than he thought possible and not even shy about it. And why should she be? She was even more beautiful without clothes. Her breasts were ample but not overly large with a proportionately smaller waist, and rounded hips, just shy of voluptuous and her pussy was cloaked in blue hair a few shades darker than the hair on her head.
Her eyes roamed his body just has his roamed hers, and she looked pleased with what she saw. He was bare chested wearing only gray sweatpants riding low on his hips. His hair was dark brown, and he had a good face with blue eyes a full, kissable male mouth. His muscles were well toned and defined with abs just shy of a perfectly defined six-pack.
Zya made the first move while he was still admiring her. She went to the string on his pants and pulled the string to free his bulging erection. It was every bit as large as she had expected for a man of his size---an inch or so over six feet. She pushed the sweatpants to the floor and held them for him to step out of them. Then she knelt in front of him so that his cock was directly in front of her face.
