"My Sexy Alien Roommate" (closed)

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris knew that Angel had no idea what he was doing. She was just reacting to how he was making her feel, with his strong fingers on her nipples, teasing her labia, caressing her clit. Her complete and utter lack of expectations, coupled with her responsiveness, made him feel like a king. He could’ve stayed in that shower for hours, just making her say “Good” over and over again.

He had to think about her question, translate it into what he thought she meant. “Do you mean touch each other like this, Angel, and other kinds of sex?”

He took a deep breath. “For lots of different reasons, Angel, but mostly because it feels good.” Part of him wanted to ask her to not have sex with anyone else, but that wasn’t fair, especially when he’d just fucked Jennifer. He did want to help her be safe, though, someday if she had sex with someone else. He cared about her, and he didn’t know if the concept would come up again. “If you’re ever having sex with someone who doesn’t seem to care if you feel good, that might not be a good person, Angel.”

He slid his thumb along the edges of her lower lips, feeling the smooth skin, flush with warmth. “For now, though, just tell me how this feels.”

He had no idea when they were actually going to get out of the shower, and he didn’t care.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Do you mean touch each other like this, Angel, and other kinds of sex?”

Sex, she repeated silently to herself, sex is this that Chris is doing to me, what he did to Jennifer. Sex.

“For lots of different reasons, Angel, but mostly because it feels good.”

He spoke more on the topic, then -- as his finger played along the crease between her pussy lips -- he instructed, “For now, though, just tell me how this feels.”

It was most definitely feeling good to Angel, and she was showing so by breathing a bit deeper and faster and beginning to rock her lower body in opposition to the man's finger. But as the pleasure began rising rapidly and Chris's finger slipped between her labia, Angel began to feel something that wasn't good. It wasn't anything he was doing between her legs or up higher with the tit he was gently squeezing; it was something she could never explain to him.

"No," Angel said firmly as she backed away from Chris. Almost simultaneously, the handle to the showerhead flipped, turning the water off and beyond the shower door, the lights flickered a couple of times before returning to normal illumination. She looked away from Chris, unable to meet his eyes, then hurried out of the shower as she said, "No good for Angel. Chris must stop."

She was out the door of the bathroom without stopping for her clothing or for a towel to dry her dripping body. Down the hall she went, to her bedroom and -- still wet -- into her bed. She pulled the bedding over her head and curled up tightly into the fetus position.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris dried off before stepping out of the shower, so by the time he hurried to Angel’s room, she was buried under the covers. Chris reached over to squeeze her shoulder through the thick blanket.

“Angel, I...I’m sorry...I know I shouldn’t have done that...I’m so sorry…”

All Angel said was, “No good Chris have sex with Angel.”

He wished he could go back in time, just a few minutes, and just keep his hands to himself.

“I know, Angel. I wish I could take it back.”

“No good Chris have sex with Angel.”

He was on the verge of tears, sure she must hate him now.

“I’m so sorry, Angel.”

“No good Chris have sex with Angel.”

He clearly wasn’t making her feel better. Maybe he should just let her rest; leave her alone for the night.

Chris had a restless night, a far cry from the previous night’s deep sleep. He wasn’t just sad about how upset Angel was, although that was a big part of it; it was the first time he’d ever seen her upset about anything and it was his hand on her body that had sent her into this...withdrawal and...fear? Had he reminded her of something frightening from her past?

Anyway, the other thing that bothered him was how it made him feel about himself. He knew he was taking advantage of her, and he did it anyway. She grew up alone on a desert island, barely understands anything about interacting with people, and the day after they meet he’s got his hand on her pussy. How had he let himself do that?

When his alarm went off, Chris went through the motions of getting ready for the day in a melancholy mood. He showered and dressed mechanically, and made two portions of scrambled eggs and toast with just enough time to eat before he left.

He had a hunch that Angel would be out in the backyard, so he walked out with the two plates, and sure enough, Angel was standing at the fence, and she was completely naked. She was “talking” with Rufus again. Chris saw her notice him, but he didn’t interrupt, just sitting at the outdoor dining table and eating his eggs.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Hey, Chris!" a voice called through the crisp early morning air. "What the hell?"

The voice was that of Barb, Rufus's pet, as she was walking through the gate that separated their yards. The opening had been installed between the two properties years earlier when Jan -- Barb's long time lover, current roomie, and soon-to-be wife -- had owned the house currently under Chris's ownership. She plopped down in the chair before which sat the second plate of food, snatched up a piece of bacon, and looked directly at the incredible backside of the beauty half her age.

"Jesus, Chris," she said with a tone of awe, "You're a good looking guy, for a guy, but Jesus Christ, how did you ever land something like that?"

She laughed, giving him a chance to respond if he wished, then went on, "Jan and I have been sitting out on our porch just salivating over that piece of Godly artwork for the past hour. And what the hell is with her and that dog? I mean, c'mon, I chat with Rufus for a few seconds throughout the day, but she's been yammering with him for, well, like I said, an hour!"

Barb looked over to Chris with a wide smile and said firmly, "If she's got something wrong with her head, you know, she's autistic or slow, and you're banging that ... you might want to think about seeing a lawyer, 'cause, Jesus, Chris, you're going to jail just as if she was 16 years old."

Her eyes widened suddenly in fearful shock as she snatched up a second piece of meat and said, "Please, for fuck's sake, tell me she's not 16 years old!"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Oh god.

Chris liked Barb, but he definitely did not have time to get into the whole can of worms about Angel before work that morning. He was going to have to give her the short version.

He let her get everything out until she mentioned Angel’s age. “She’s an adult, Barb, and she’s not slow. She’s just…” He took a deep breath, and sat up to lean closer to the older woman.

“She shows up Saturday afternoon in my front yard, says she’s here about the room. She seemed a bit odd; didn’t even have any stuff to move in, but she had the money and signed the papers.” He let his head sag forward into his open palms. “I meant to warn you and Jan about the nudity. It’s...hard to get a straight answer out of her sometimes, but she’s not from here. Says she grew up on an island, maybe even a deserted one. Doesn’t seem to know how normal people act, and she definitely doesn’t like wearing clothes.” He chuckled in defeat. “Although, I thought I’d gotten her to agree to at least wear clothes outside.”

He looked at her with intense concern on his face. “I can’t send her away, Barb. Don’t know where I’d send her if I could. And, I don’t want to. She’s…” A smile crept onto his face. “Special…”

He put his hands up in innocence. “We haven’t done anything! Not yet! Not really, anyway!”

He shrugged. Barb hadn’t interjected a word since he started talking, and he was already coming clean about everything. But, he trusted Barb. She was a good friend and a good person, and she knew where he was coming from, too. She and Jan had consoled him when he tried to surprise Liz with the house he bought for them, and that had gone...badly.

“She’s flirty, alright? And I think some of it’s on purpose. Anyway, I was in the shower yesterday, and she just opened the door and walked in, asking me to wash her.”

He was getting a bit defensive. “I’m only human, Barb, and well: you’ve seen her. I should’ve said no. I know that. But, I didn’t.” He shook his head at his neighbor, anguish dripping off his face. “As soon as the soap goes between her legs, she runs out of the bathroom and has a breakdown. I don’t know what to do. I feel like shit, Barb. I don’t know what to do.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"You don't do anything, Chris," Barb said with a tone of authority and understanding. When he looked to her for more clarification, she said, "You stand back, you keep your hands to yourself, you keep your ears open, and you answer anything she asks honestly. I'm presuming she asks a lot of questions...? Yeah, I thought so."

Barb looked out to Angel and continued, "You're a good man, Chris, and I know you want to do the right thing by this girl ... this woman. I also know that you've been lonely, and -- Jesus, Chris, she walked right into your shower, naked...? Yeah, that would have been hard for me to resist, too!"

She stood as she continued, "But Chris, you'll hate yourself if you take advantage of this girl ... girl! I say it that way this time because, Jesus, look at her, she barely looks out of her teens."

Barb was again ogling the woman who was in fact physically and legally an adult, even if she hadn't been able to provide Chris with a photo ID stating so. But Barb and Chris both knew that mentally she was conflicting: she had certain knowledge and understandings and abilities that most definitely identified her as an adult, and yet at the same time she didn't know or understand things that any child would.

Barb leaned over the table, looked Chris directly in the eyes, and growled, "You be good, Chris."

She would have found it ironic to know that good was one of the naked woman's favorite words. Barb turned and headed back to her own yard, calling out, "Rufus! Let's go to the river!"

Angel, who'd seen Barb come to the yard but who'd been engaged with the dog, bounced on her toes, saying to the golden retriever, "River good!"

Then she turned and hurried up to the outdoor table, waving bye to the neighbor before plopping down in a chair opposite Chris. She smiled, looked to the plate, and feigned disappointment by saying, "Bacon gone?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“You’re right, Barb. Thanks for being my Jiminy Cricket.”

Chris smiled at Barb, but with enough thoughtfulness in his expression to let her know he’d taken her seriously, despite his joke.

“I will.”

Chris kept smiling at Angel when she walked over and sat down. Without replying verbally to her question about the bacon, he pushed the one piece that was still on his plate off onto hers. He did have some things to say, but he was nearly running late to work.

“Angel, I want to apologize for yesterday, but I want to be able to sit down and talk about it and really apologize, and I just don’t have time right now. Tonight, okay?”

He didn’t wait for her answer, standing up and looking down at her. He worried about her, while he was at work. He didn’t want her to get into any trouble. He was also assuming she didn’t have a job, although he had no explanation for the money she’d given him.

“Angel, I have to go to work today, and I worry about you a little bit. Will you stay here today? There’s leftover pizza in the fridge for lunch.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel showed no concern whatsoever that she was sitting across from Chris in the nude. More strangely, she showed no sign whatsoever that she even remembered -- or at least cared about -- what had happened in the shower or afterward. It was like yesterday had never happened, including the multitude of lessons about when it was or wasn't appropriate to be naked out of doors.

"Tonight, okay," she responded to his request to talk. She knew they had to talk; she just didn't know that what she wanted to discuss wasn't remotely close to what Chris did. "Tonight good!"


“Will you stay here today?” he asked, telling her about the leftovers.

"Angel will stay here today," she agreed chomping on the bacon before lifting a fried egg with her fingertips, leaning her head back, and dropping the entire thing into her mouth. Some of the yellow yoke dripped on her tit, barely missing her nipples, but she just giggled and asked, "Chris clean?"

Again, at his expression, Angel laughed. She used a finger tip to wipe off most of the egg, then stuck a finger in the glass of water he'd brought out with him. She wiped at the smeared yellow, causing some of it to get onto her nipple. She wet her finger again and continued cleaning; her nipples grew to twice their size, and to rid the dirty one of yoke she pinched at it with fingers that she then put into her mouth.

It wasn't meant to seem erotic or anything, and yet from the next porch over, Barb called out in warning, "Chris! Go to work!"

Beside her, Jan cracked up laughing before standing and heading inside. Barb just shook her head, gesture Chris to git, and followed her lover inside as did Rufus, who had been watching the show and barked once before disappearing.

"Angel will stay here today," she repeated once she was done with her boob. "And Angel will wear clothes."

They said their farewells, and after catching some more of the early morning sunlight, Angel headed inside. She donned a pair of boy shorts Jennifer had helped her pick out, then wandered about the house as she had that first day. She ended up at the kitchen island, which was high and had stools.

She opened Chris's laptop, which he'd forgotten to take to work with him. She stared at it, studying it, as she had the ATM and the stop light control box. It came to life without her touching anything. The security page asked for a password, of course. Angel didn't have it, of course. And yet, after a few seconds the security screen was replaced with the home page and all of its icons, to which the smiling Angel said, "Pretty!"

Her head moved left and right, up and down, in circles both clockwise and counterclockwise as she looked at the tiny pictures. She recognized one of them from an advertisement in Jennifer's store, stared at it a moment, and the screen filled with the YouTube home page.

Angel watched everything from cats in boxes to cooking lessons to A-10 Warthog attacks -- "Not good!" -- to skateboard fails. At one point, she came across an instructional about how to use a laptop web camera. She started taking pictures of herself in all sorts of poses and recording videos of her doing all sorts of good things in various places.

Of course, she was still wearing nothing but her boy shorts and a smile. She got a warning at one point that the laptop battery was going dead. That perplexed her; how could a battery lose power after only a few hours. No worries. She closed the laptop, wrapped her arms around it, giggled at the heat it put off against her bare chest, and walked about the house for a few minutes thinking about other fun pictures and videos to make for her landlord.

Twenty minutes later, she opened the computer and the little flashing red symbol had been replaced by a solid green one. "Good battery!"

She was beginning to get lonely, though, as Chris had been gone for so very, very long. In truth, it had only been three hours, but to Angel that had been an eternity. She wanted him to see some of her favorite pictures and videos, but she didn't want to wait for him to get home. One of the videos she'd incidentally seen but ignored until now had been about using something called email. She went back to that video, then to another about his specific service of Gmail, then another one about posting attachments to emails; in less than an hour, she knew more than most people did about a product and service they'd grown up with.

Angel opened an email, looked for what she thought was Chris's email address, attached one after another after another of the images she'd taken, as well as a couple of videos, then hit send...

**************​

A few seconds later, all across the office in which Chris was working, 52 desktop computers, laptops, tablets, phones, and even Apple watches dinged for attention from the members of Chris's mail list, "Group: General Mail, Office, 3rd Floor." A few seconds later, the emails began to be opened. And a few seconds after that, heads started rising from desks as they looked Chris's direction with every expression known.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Way to go, Jeeves. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

That felt like the last straw for Chris. After Angel had sent a lot of topless photos of herself to the entire floor, he’d gotten looks of disgust and anger from quite a few of his fellow employees, had a very uncomfortable talk with his boss about professionalism and sexual harassment liability, and been confronted by one of his friends at work about how young Angel looked. But, a compliment from Josh, the office’s resident slimeball? That was too much. If Josh felt good about Chris, then Chris felt bad about Chris. It was that simple.

“I’m taking the afternoon off. Personal half-day.”

His boss, Marianne, agreed with him a little more quickly than he would’ve liked.

“That would probably be for the best, Mr. Butler.”

The drive back to his house felt long, since Chris had no idea what he was going to say. He didn’t even know Angel knew how to use a computer, much less how to take photos or send them to a distribution list. Still, he checked his phone as he pulled in, and luckily there hadn’t been any more e-mails go out.

“Angel!” he called out as he walked into the living room and collapsed on the couch.

Once she walked in, still topless of course, Chris rubbed his face in exasperation. “Angel, you sent those photos to the wrong address…”

He kept going, just a hint of his frustration creeping into his voice. “You sent them to my entire floor, a bunch of people. I got yelled at by my boss for how unprofessional that was.”

He shook his head at her, the first time since they’d met that her very presence hadn’t cheered him up.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Angel!”

The young woman leaped with joy at the sound of her landlord calling from the other room. She'd been in his bedroom, pulling the yarn thread out of one of his winter sweaters after watching a video on how to repurpose old clothes into new, fun things; Angel was going to crochet Chris a stocking cap after she got him to buy her a crochet needle. It was, of course, August.

“Angel, you sent those photos to the wrong address…”

The joy in her face from expecting him to be good happy with her gift faded away quickly as he continued, “You sent them to my entire floor, a bunch of people. I got yelled at by my boss for how unprofessional that was.”

She didn't understand what he meant by the wrong address or by his explanation that others had gotten the images and didn't like them. She moved over to sit near him on her knees; her pert breasts were right there before him on full display and looking delicious because of the good posture of a straight spine that only pushed them out more conspicuously.

"I don't understand, I thought you would like them, the pics and vids," she said with a pouty tone and expression. "I thought you liked to look at me when I was not dressed."

Angel didn't know whether or not Chris had notice in just those two lines that her English had made a sudden and remarkable improvement. It was amazing what several hours of watching other English speaking people talk online could do for a very intelligent being.

He was explaining why what she'd done had not gone the way she'd expected when Angel cut in and said, "I can fix this. Take me to your place of employment, and I can fix this."

Chris obviously didn't see this being fixed, and the back and forth conversation that began between them wasn't getting Angel closer to correcting her error. Suddenly, she leaned in, wrapped her arms around Chris's neck, and planted a kiss on his lips that began closed mouth but slowly, ever so slowly, mutated into a long and extremely sensual kiss that had the two of them trembling deeply inside by the time it concluded.

That trembling had been far more than just a result of the sexual energy of the embrace. It had been Angel employing the same power she'd used to control the traffic light or cause the ATM to discharge $1,400 that wasn't hers or bypass the security on Chris's laptop and use it to learn so much about humans, human behavior, and human life in general, even if it was only YouTube.

"I'm going to put on some clothes," she whispered to Chris while still pressed against him and looking deeply into his eyes. "And then you are going to take me to your office. And I am going to fix this for you."

Whether he understood what he was doing or not, Chris responded without hesitation, "I'll get my keys."

And with that, Angel went to her room, donned a bra, blouse, skirt, and her deck shoes, and returned to the living room, smiling again as she said, "Okay, let's go fix this."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris thought that taking Angel to his office was a bad idea. Her English had gotten better pretty quickly, but she was still so naive about what was considered socially acceptable and what wasn’t. Case in point: her e-mail fiasco. There was no way that he was going to say yes to this.

That is, until Angel made one very good point. He was almost surprised he hadn’t considered it before. It just made so much sense that Chris agreed immediately. He just wished he could remember what it was.

He got his keys and nodded approvingly at Angel’s outfit. Under normal circumstances he would have been slightly disappointed to see her covered up, but since they were on their way to his office he took it as an encouraging sign that she wasn’t going to make things worse for him.

Chris barely remembered the drive to the office. It was like he was on autopilot. Soon, he parked and got out of the car, leading Angel to the door of his office building. It wasn’t until he tried to stop in front of the door and brief Angel on what to expect that he realized that something was off. Instead of turning to Angel and blocking the door, his hand pushed it open and waved her through. Instead of “Hold on a minute,” his lips said “Here we go.” He really was on autopilot!

What had happened? Had Angel hypnotized him? Drugged him? Had she actually even made a really good point on their couch, or had he just been mindfucked into agreeing with her? For just a moment, he felt a tinge of fear. But almost immediately he realized that Angel wouldn’t hurt him, at least not intentionally. This was the girl who talked to Rufus, cuddled with him in his bed, and apparently stroked him off just to help him sleep. Despite her strangeness, everything she’d done had been sweet. He was safe.

Walking off the elevator and onto the third floor, Chris and Angel got quite a few looks. Mostly surprise and concern, although a few looked offended. And, of course, Josh walked up to talk to Angel right outside Marianne’s office.

“Hey, you must be Chris’s friend. I, uh, really appreciated your little photo shoot. Photography’s a hobby of mine, and I’d love to shoot with you sometime. Why don’t you give me your number?”

Chris wanted to hit him. He was thankful for Angel’s hypnosis...thing...because he might have actually done it if he wasn’t mechanically opening his boss’s door.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Although Chris was silent and almost robotically driving the car from his home to his office, Angel was her usual, bouncy, excited self for the 20 minute commute. She loved riding in the car and looking at all the sights that went by in such great number. She repeatedly pointed to things and said, "Take me there next."

At the office, one man in particular approached Angel without hesitation, asking her is she was Chris’s friend and inviting her spend some time in front of his camera. Angel looked to Chris and saw an expression on his face she'd never seen before. She reached over to take his hand in hers and linked to his thoughts.

"I would love to pose for you ... Josh, yes?" Angel said with a feigned tone of sincerity. Sounding so unlike she had for the past day, she eloquently said, "But I would very much prefer if you were to pose for me instead, Josh, or maybe for some of your coworkers. I'm sure they would enjoy that."

Josh's face filled with an look that expressed his confusion. Angel reached out and took his hand for a moment, after which he smiled wide and -- sounding almost like the previous version of Angel -- said with excitement, "Yes, pose, I will, for my coworkers."

As Angel and Chris headed through the office toward his boss's office, behind them Josh was slowly taking off his clothes ... all of his clothes ... while the men and women all about him started raising their camera phones and catching the office jerk's strip tease.

"This must be the woman who just may have cost you your job, Mister Hunter," Marianne said with an warning tone, leaning her chair back behind her big desk. "If you've brought her here to plead for some sort of reversal of the HR action already in the works--"

As the boss lady was rambling on about the future of Chris's employment here, Angel had been walking around the end of her desk. When she got close, Angel leaned in close and laid a hand upon the woman's bare thigh, just between the hem of her dress and her knee. Angel just stared into Marianne's eyes for a long moment; there was silence between them. Finally, Marianne's serious expression shifted into a pleased smile. She stood and told Angel, "Yes, please, let me introduce you to the team. Chris, come with us."

They walked out into the hall before the woman's office, and Marianne called out, "Everyone, this Angel, Chris's lovely friend. I would like each of you to welcome her and introduce yourselves, please."

With that, Marianne led Angel to meet each and everyone of the people on the floor, one after another. At each stop, Angel and the employee clasped hands, held them for a few seconds, spoke a few words of greeting, and then separated. And behind Angel and Marianne, each of the people with whom Angel had just shook hands went to their cell phone, their tablet, their laptop, their desktop, and then to their clouds if they had one and deleted all of the images they'd inadvertently gotten from Angel earlier.

They made the rounds to each of the 50 plus people, including Josh, who was now standing by the elevator posing in his birthday suit for no one in particular. Then, Angel simply asked, Chris, "Can we eat pizza?"

Reaching out to take his hand, Angel released the hold she had on him in a flash, then explained to him, "No one here remembers anything I did this morning."

Behind them, Chris's coworkers were getting back to work ... and Josh was gathering up his clothes and rushing for the nearby men's room to redress himself. She told Chris, "No one will remember Josh's naked dance either ... except for Josh, I mean. He'll never forget it."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was speechless! He remembered everything that had happened, but his mind was suddenly clear. He knew that he had been about to lose his job, and now he wouldn’t. Everyone at his office had thought of him as some kind of pervert or something, and now they didn’t. His boss thought of him as dirt, and now she didn’t. Angel had barely been able to speak English, and hadn’t known not to send nudes to his whole office, and now she was eloquent and capable of navigating a delicate situation with some kind of magic, or superpower. His head was spinning.

He wasn’t quite sure how she had zapped his brain like that, be he trusted her, and he was grateful. “Angel, we can eat whatever you want. Let’s get some pizza on the way home.”

He still hadn’t really been able to find the words to start a conversation when they were back in his car. Chris pulled up the app for a pizza chain on his phone and started an order, handing the phone to Angel before adding any items. “Go ahead and order whatever you want, Angel. You deserve fresh pizza today. That was...incredible.”

His voice was distant and filled with awe. He had so many thoughts in his head, but he wanted to wait until they were home.

It only took about fifteen minutes to make it home with the pizza, and Chris got everything ready just like two days earlier, and then sat on the couch.

“Angel, I don’t know where to start. That was amazing! How did you do that? What are you?”

Chris didn’t actually mean to suggest that he knew Angel wasn’t human. He hadn’t quite gotten that far, mentally. He meant, “What are you?” like, “Are you a Hypnotist? Some kind of Magician?”, but he didn’t say those clarifications out loud. He was still in shock from his roller coaster of a morning.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Angel, we can eat whatever you want,” Chris told her.

"Pizza," she repeated as if she was afraid he hadn't heard.

“Let’s get some pizza on the way home.”

He did the preliminary stuff on the phone app, handed it Angel, and started driving. His mind was filled with the road and with what had happened at the office that he didn't realize she was tapping at the screen far more than was necessary to add her favored pepperonis. They got home and set up at the kitchen bar, and Chris asked, “Angel ... What are you?”

Despite his not meaning it to sound the way it actually was, Angel feigned a pouty expression and asked, "Are you not happy with me? Do you not like me any more?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris immediately fell for her pouty expression, slipping into a mindset of wanting to soothe the insecurity that he didn’t realize was fake. He reached out toward her before remembering Barb’s advice to keep his hands to himself, so he pulled back his hands.

“No, Angel, what gave you that idea? I was upset about the e-mails, but somehow you totally fixed that! I just...Well, you know I like you, Angel. Hell, I’ve done things last weekend that are way out of character for me. I don’t usually live life that...carefree, and joy-filled, and that came from you.”

He was getting more animated, waving his hands and shaking his head. “I just have so many questions, Angel! How did you hypnotize a whole office full of people? How did your English get so much better so fast? Are you really talking to that dog?”

Chris took a couple of deep breaths, calming himself and lowering his voice. “Until today, it seemed like you needed a lot of help just...getting by in the world, Angel, and I want to help you, but I’m honestly not sure what you even need anymore. I’m just...I’m trying to catch up with my mind here. Help me out, please.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Chris quickly countered Angel's concerns that he didn't like her, then spoke about how she had affected him so greatly in less than 48 hours.

“I don’t usually live life that...carefree, and joy-filled, and that came from you.”

She said with a smile and a matter of fact tone, "You should!"

He continued, “I just have so many questions, Angel! How did you hypnotize a whole office full of people? How did your English get so much better so fast--?”

"YouTube!" she said, as if he was supposed to really believe that. He should, of course, but c'mon, really?

"Are you really talking to that dog?”

"Rufus," she filled in, as if Chris might have forgotten the golden retriever's name. "Yes, I'm talking to Rufus. But, so do Barb and Jan. And you. The morning we met, you came out of your house and said 'Rufus! D—oh, he calmed down already'."

The look on Chris's face made Angel wonder if maybe she'd misunderstood that event. She just shrugged and he continued, saying, “Until today, it seemed like you needed a lot of help just...getting by in the world, Angel, and I want to help you, but I’m honestly not sure what you even need anymore.”

"I like help, Chris," Angel said, unsure of whether that helped the situation or not.

“I’m just...I’m trying to catch up with my mind here. Help me out, please.”

Angel was beginning to see that there was a problem, and she wanted to help Chris, as he'd asked. She stood and moved around the kitchen bar island and wrapped her arms around his torso for a tight hug. She remained there for fifteen seconds or more, simply clutching him before pulling back. She looked to one side, saw the piece of pizza in his hand, leaned over, and took a big bite out of it, laughing with her mouth full.

She backed up a bit, chewing and studying him as he studied her. Finally, she said, "I'm not sure exactly what I am, Chris, but I'm not a Human person like you are. I'm something else. I just don't know what."

Angel thought that maybe another demonstration was due, as if what had happened at his office hadn't been enough. She looked around herself and saw the glasses full of cola that he'd poured for them. She reached a hand out, palm down, fingers together, about an inch over one of the glasses. She concentrated on the clear liquid for several seconds...

...and then slowly ... it began to roil and then boil. She looked to Chris with a smile and said, "I can do things."

Angel looked back to the cola, which by now was bubbling so violently that it was splashing out onto the counter top. She splayed her fingers suddenly, and not only did the roiling boiling cease but the cola's color faded from deep brown through a series of tans to eventually become absolutely clear.

Angel took the glass into her magic hand, lifted it to her lips, and drank. She didn't react as one might have expected, to the heat of a 200+ degree liquid. Instead, she simply took a big gulp before offering it out toward Chris.

Even inches from his face, he could tell that the temperature of the drink was near to freezing.

"I can do things," Angel repeated. "I don't know why. But it's fun."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was speechless, but his mind was racing, trying to find some way to explain Angel without the existence of the supernatural. This was his house. She had some time here by herself, though. He quickly pulled open the drawer under where the cola had set, but it was simply filled with his spatulas and wooden spoons. There was no device underneath the counter that could have done that. There was no way around it. Angel was magic.

“Okay.”

He blinked at her, the rest of his face expressionless. He said “okay” several more times, with different inflections and intonations. If Angel had seemed scared about how he would have reacted, he would have been aware enough to set aside his own processing of this revelation and comfort her. Since she’d been smiling about showing him her “gifts,” he let himself mentally work through his new understanding of the world, which might have looked to Angel like a mental breakdown. His eyes were unfocused and he didn’t exactly look steady on his legs, but he managed to sit in a chair.

After a few minutes, he said “okay” one more time, and this time his eyes focused on Angel and his lips managed a weak smile.

“What do you want to do?”

Pretty much no matter how she answered that question, he was going to elaborate on it. His mind had just been through too much to turn on a dime.

“You don’t know what you are. Do you want me to try to help you find out?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Okay.”

Angel just quietly observed Chris partaking of his break down with the same friendly smile she often wore. She didn't know exactly what she was or how she did what she did, and she knew that people like Chris -- Humans -- couldn't do the same. But still, Angel didn't fully realize that it was something about which people like Chris -- again, Humans -- would freak out as it was akin to what they thought of as magic.

“What do you want to do?”

"Eat pizza," she said, not understanding the question.

She realized that that wasn't what he'd meant when he clarified, “You don’t know what you are. Do you want me to try to help you find out?”

"Sure!" she said with excitement, as if they were about to learn a new game. "After pizza."

Angel sat on one of the stools and stuck a big chunk of a slice of their meal into her mouth as she continued to study Chris's reaction to what she'd done and said. After clearing her mouth of a second bite, she giggled, hopped up, and ran across the room to retrieve the globe, which was still out from the day before. She moved back to where Chris had plopped down into an arm chair and plopped down herself, right in his lap at a perpendicular angle to him, just as Jennifer had in the innertube the day before.

"I am not from an island," Angel said as held the globe's stand with one hand and spun it slowly with the fingertips of the other. She stopped swiping her fingers over the surface of the scale model representation of Chris's planet, and yet the globe of his childhood continued to turn, making a revolution about every six seconds or so, consistently. "I think I am from here..."

She extended her index finger over the spinning sphere an inch or so, then slowly pulled her hand out farther from it, then farther, then farther; eventually, watching the tip of her finger at first, Angel's arm with its directing finger still outstretched, she pointed off away from the globe to a point where the floor met the ceiling at the south side of the room.

"I think I'm from there," she said, certainly not meaning the highest point of the living room. She smiled, hoping he understood. Then, maneuvering her ass against his groin and thighs, she pointed out, "I learned the word penis and erection from the internet. I also learned why your penis gets hard when you see me naked ... like it is now, despite me being dressed. You wish to have sexual intercourse with me as you did with Jennifer yesterday on the river, yes?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris’s cock was hard almost instantly when Angel sat in his lap. Her twisting and grinding her ass against it certainly didn’t help. If she’d been wearing her usual attire of either nothing at all or just panties, he might’ve cum in his pants. It was actually hard to concentrate on what she was telling him, especially with so little blood available to his brain.

He eventually put together that she was saying she was from space. “From outer space?” Angel was an alien? That...kind of made sense, actually. Once Chris thought about it, it actually made him feel better, more comforted. Magic wasn’t real, after all. What was it one of those famous sci-fi authors said? Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic, right? Angel was just more advanced than humans, and it made the things she could do look like magic. He could work with that.

“Okay, Angel, what can you--” He was interrupted by her working her ass against his crotch again, and he let out a low moan. She clearly noticed, because she asked him if he wanted to have sex with her.

Well, that was a can of worms.

“Angel, I....of course I want to have sex with you, you’re SO beautiful, but...I pushed you too far yesterday, and I think I should keep my hands to myself,” he said, echoing Barb’s advice. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

He meant his words, but they were clearly at odds with the raging hard-on in his pants. He tried to take a deep breath and think more about Angel’s origins to make his erection go down. It didn’t work. At all.

That didn’t change what should have been his priority, though. “Besides, we need to think about how to find out what, uh, happened to you? What do you...uh, remember about before I found you out in the yard on Saturday?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Angel, I....of course I want to have sex with you,” Chris responded.

It made Angel smile, recalling how sex between her two new friends had made them both so happy the day before. But then Chris explained himself further, ending, “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Without hesitation, Angel said with her perky tone, "Okay."

She rose from his lap -- which only pressed the crack of her ass downward, shifting Chris's cock so that it laid between the perfect buns for a moment -- and returned to the kitchen for another slice of pizza and her now clear cola.

“Besides, we need to think about how to find out what, uh, happened to you?”

"Angel doesn't know what happened to her," she answered, thinking that he'd actually been asking her for something she hadn't yet told him.

“What do you...uh, remember about before I found you out in the yard on Saturday?”

Angel continued to munch down the slice while staring at Chris. The slice vanished quickly, she took another one, and the process began again. Finally, half way through that piece of pizza pie and with her mouth still full, Angel said excitedly, "Nothing!"

And then bounding over to Chris, grabbing his hand, and urging him to rise, she said, "I want to go to the arcade! Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

No matter what Chris said or did or what opposition he put up or logic he tried to apply to the more important issue of learning about her, his alien tenant remained insistent. And twenty minutes later, they were down at the water front walking into the arcade about which she only knew because she'd seen targeted advertising for it during her morning on YouTube.

She was absolutely giddy, not that that should have surprised Chris, as she bounced around the crowded game arcade, marveling at all the lights and sounds and obvious happiness in the air. Any time Chris fell behind, Angel hurried back to take his hand and pull him ahead a few steps before abandoning him for some new exciting thrill.

Noticing that the patrons were feeding tokens into the various machines, Angel pulled her escort over to the machine that was kicking them out by various dollar amounts. Chris pulled out his wallet and a $20 bill, but Angel moved in close -- she pressed her body to his and reached a hand around to his ass cheek! -- and whispered with a wide smile, "I got this."

Then, backing a bit but still looking into Chris's eyes with total joy in her face, Angel laid a hand upon the token dispenser ... and a moment later it began kicking out metal disks like an old fashioned Las Vegas slot machine spitting out silver dollars. Her face lit up with joy and she laughed before over the loud ching-ching-ching-ching she ordered, "Say when!"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

At least Angel didn’t mind-zap him to get him to the arcade. No, she had him wrapped around her little finger the regular way, by being so adorable and irrepressible that he just couldn’t say no, even if he was starting to wonder if she was deflecting some of his questions.

Still, it was worth it to see her face light up at the arcade. They needed some tokens, so he was about to buy some, when Angel used her alien superpowers to get the machine to start spitting out tokens.

“When! When! When, Angel!”

Chris looked around to see if anyone had noticed the deluge of tokens, but so far it looked like no one had, or at least no one thought anything about it.

“Angel, the people who run this place have to pay to keep it open! You’re stealing from them!”

He felt bad about scolding her as soon as it came out. “Hey, I know you didn’t know that, but that’s the reason we needed to talk about things instead of running off to the arcade.”

He didn’t want to go home, though. Not when she’d been so happy to get there.

“No, let’s stay. I’ll leave a big tip to make up for it.”

It wasn’t until that moment that he realized that Angel had done the same thing with her rent money and clothes money. He didn’t bring it up, but he knew he’d have to keep her from doing that in the future.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“When! When! When, Angel!” Chris began hollering as the tokens became so numerous that they were spilling over the collection bin. A trio of young patrons hurriedly gathered them from the floor, and when they offered them back to Angel, she just shook her head no. They delightful hurried back to their chosen machines and began playing with their free tokens.

Chris tried to explain why she couldn't take the coins without feeding the machine with dollar bills, but she just didn't get it. Capitalism wasn't something known by her people, and whether or not she remembered who her people were, subconsciously the knowledge of such a financial way of life was as foreign to her as she was to Chris.

Angel scooped up most of the coins, giving most of them to Chris, who had more pockets; she left the rest for the next person to claim and then hurried around the arcade looking for something fun to do. She found three children -- siblings, she would learn -- hurriedly shooting basketballs into hoops, the balls rolling down a ramp to be shot again and again before a timer ran out.

When the game ended, the younger of the two female members of the trio was disappointed that she hadn't done very well. The three had laid out their tokens on the machine, and the male child took a token from each of the girls.

"Pay up!" the boy said, adding, "Girls can't shoot!"

Angel asked the pouting girl, "What does it mean, pay up?"

The girl explained that the losers had to pay the winner one token for each. She said she hadn't won a game all night and she would soon be out of tokens. Angel beamed with joy and handed the girl all of the tokens she had, then snatched one of Chris's away, winking.

"Girls can't shoot!" Angel said to the boy, who was staring wide eyed at his sister's making out like bandits. "Yes?"

When the boy repeated the statement, Angel turned to Chris, dug into his front pocket -- incidentally rubbing her hand against his cock for a few seconds -- and came out with several dollars worth of tokens. She set them on the flat shelf of the game and told the boy, "I can shoot."

The boy laughed. "Right!"

"I can shoot better than you," Angel said with a face full of joyous confidence.

"I'm the star of my 8th grade basketball team," the boy said, "and I don't care if you're older than me, you can't beat me."

"I'll beat you," she said, then smiling wide she again turned to Chris and practically emptied his other front pocket. Staring into his eyes, she winked and blew him a kiss. To the boy she said, "If you beat me, you can have all these tokens."

The boy's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "Really?"

"Yes," Angel verified. She then told him, but if I beat you, your sisters get all of them ... and your tokens."

The boy laughed in shock, saying, "No way! If you get lucky and beat my by just a point, I don't have any tokens left. No fair."

Angel thought about it for a moment, then recalled one of the dozens and dozens of YouTube videos she's seen, this one about something called March Madness and a concept called points given. She told the boy, "I will give you 10 points."

He was young, but he knew what she meant. He countered, "Fifteen!"

"Twenty!" she said, countering herself but seeming to do so in the wrong direction. But as the boy looked at her with a confused look, she explained, "Twenty, and if I win, you have to be nice to your sisters."

The youngest sibling spat out, "And quack like a duck ... twenty times!"

Angel laughed and added, "And quack like a duck ... twenty times!"

The boy hesitated but made the bet. "There ain't no way you can score twenty more than me! The high record for the day is only 62, and I set it!"

The boy stepped up to his reservoir of balls and stretched his arms and body in preparation. Angel looked to his sisters, who only shrugged, dismayed with their brother's antics. Angel feigned needing to stretch too, then dropped her tokens into the game. The boy did the same, the machine beeped and cleared the scores, and the balls were released and made available to them both.

Within five or six shots, people who had been listening in on the conversation were gesturing their gaming partners to watch; Angel's form was absolutely perfect, with her eyes never leaving the rim while her hands snatched up the balls without the fumbling that was sometimes slowing down the boy and launching them into the air in an arc that was spot on each and every time.

"Three points, three points, three points, three points," the game's recorded voice consistently called out with each shot Angel put up. Again and again, her hands swept under a ball, gracefully lifting it into the air a bit to one side of her head and launching it into the air. "Three points, three points, three points!"

Many people had already noticed this, but about halfway through the 60 second clock, the youngest of the sisters called out to the older one, "She's using both hands! Looky, looky!"

A bell began chiming, indicating that a new record had been broken just seconds later; by this point, the crowd encircling the basketball game included the majority of the establishment's patrons, and the cheering was becoming almost deafening.

Finally, the game's voice began counting down, "Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

A buzzer indicated the end of play, and the balls rolling down the incline ceased. The arcade erupted in a roar, and her male competitor finally looked over at Angel's score, something he hadn't done while he'd concentrated on his own shooting.

"One hundred and fourteen?" he cried out. "That's impossible! You cheated somehow."

The younger sister countered, "She didn't cheat! And she didn't miss a single shot either, so, quack like a duck!"

The older sister waggled her phone in the air before her brother, saying, "I got it all for Instagram. Quack! Quack!"

For her part, Angel had turned back to Chris, ignoring both the children and the crowd, some of whom were trying to speak to her or shake her hand or pat her back. She was friendly with them, but really she just wanted to play games with Chris."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris wasn’t sure how to feel about all the attention Angel had gotten them, but it had been fun to see the little misogynist lose. Chris had refrained from adding to the taunting quacks the crowd was giving him, but he had been smiling to himself the whole time. After all, he knew Angel was going to win the whole time.

For the next few hours, Chris and Angel walked around and played every game in the building. Angel was, of course, perfect at every one of them. Most of the time it was exciting and amazing to watch her play, except for the purely electronic games. They were just too easy for her.

By the time they’d played everything at least once, Chris’s arms were struggling to hold all of their tickets. He walked her over to the prize wall and dropped the tickets onto the counter before he slipped $60 into the tip jar. “Angel, you get to choose a prize, and then let’s go get ice cream?”

Once she’d chosen her prize, Chris walked her next door to an ice cream shop. They had about twenty flavors, and dozens of different toppings. He paid and handed her her bowl, smiling at her reaction.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

After her crushing win at the hoops, Angel made sure the two sisters got all of their brother's tokens ... then she gave their brother a huge handful of her own. She'd seen a YouTube video during her binge watching about professional women basketball players and thought she was saying it correctly when she leaned into the male sibling and said, "I hope I didn't embarrass you. I play for the Women's Natural Basketball Appropriation."

The kid looked at her with surprise, chuckled, and said, "You mean the Women's National Basketball Association?"

Angel hesitated, wondering how she'd gotten that wrong, and answered, "That, too. Point is, you were destined to lose ... but behind me, you are the best basketball player in the arcade."

Then she kissed him on the cheek and said, "And the cutest."

His lips spread so wide it looked like his head had cracked from ear to ear. His sisters had been listening in, and amid joyous appreciation for all of the tokens -- and some more quacking -- the trio hurried off at the sound of their mother calling for them.

Angel watched them leave, looked to Chris, and said, "Let's play!"

The next two hours were unbelievable, for her for Chris, and for some of the other patrons who watched her off and on. Occasionally someone would pull out a cell phone and record Angel's amazing play at a game. And occasionally someone would offer up tokens, asking, "Will you play that again? I want to record it. You're amazing!"

All across the arcade, Angel broke records on the machines. Chris showed her how to enter her initials into the high score rankings list at the end of the game, but most of them only took 3 letters, which most people usually filled in with their initials, of course. But Angel wasn't most people, of course, so she inconspicuously pressed one hand to the machines while tapping the buttons indicated by Chris, and suddenly the machines were allowing her to enter five letters: ANGEL.

She hadn't understood the reason for the machines kicking out long chains of tickets until Chris took her to the ticket counter. There were so many things to choose, from stickers and pencils to yoyos and spinners to something called a Batman Signal flashlight and every sized stuffed animal on the planet. Angel, of course, took one of each, and she still had enough tickets left over for Chris to pick out anything he wanted.

She struggled to walked through the crowd with a huge killer whale under one arm and a bag of the rest of the items under the other. At the ice cream shop, she very nearly began driving the young woman working there crazy, asking to taste all of the funniest of named ice creams. She couldn't make up her mind and finally let Chris put together a concoction of ice cream, syrups, and toppings. Digging into it with a mouth filling spoonful, her brain suffered massive brain freeze, her face squishing up in a tight expression before she began laughing hard and long.

"Good food!" she proclaimed, adding, "Like Chris's beer!"

She continued to take too-big mouthfuls, selecting different combinations of goodies and suffering brain freeze repeatedly whereas most people only suffered it once. But she was enjoying herself...

...and she was enjoying Chris. They talked and laughed and spoke about the games, and she teased him about the ones where she'd so badly beat him as she had the boy at the very start. He'd beaten her two out of three at the air hockey table, of course, but that had only been because she played him with her eyes closed and the sound of the crowd overwhelmed her ability to hear the movement of the puck and the changing air pressure of the air nozzles lifting it as it moved about.

"I love you," Angel said to Chris out of nowhere during a conversation about who Batman was and why he needed a Bat Signal. She caught from his expression that there was something not quite right about what she'd said. Her happy expression faded a bit before she asked, "Did I say that wrong?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris just blinked for a few seconds before he registered what Angel said. Partially because he was still laughing at her brain-freeze face, but mostly because it was so shocking.. He knew she didn’t really mean “I love you” the way a human would mean it. (It was still so strange to think of her as not-human)

When he saw her expression fade he snapped out of his daze and reached out to rest his fingertips on her hand, across the small table. “No, you didn’t say it wrong at all, Angel. That was very sweet to say. I love you, too.” He meant it the way she did, which he was sure was just a friendly expression of care and affection. But, if she meant it in a more romantic way, he wouldn’t exactly be opposed to that.

After a few seconds he pulled his hand back across the table, still smiling at the girl. He wanted to just enjoy time with her, but he also had these questions burning in the back of his mind. He took a few spoonfuls of ice cream while he thought about it. “So, Angel, if you’re not from here…” He mimed his hands in the shape of a globe. “...but from here…” He moved one finger off into the air like Angel had done at his house. “...instead, then why did you come here? What do you want to do here?” He chuckled at the absurdity of the situation. “And why did you show up at o...my house?”

He frowned quickly, realizing that might sound like a complaint. “Not that I’m unhappy. I’m really, really thankful that you found me, Angel, but just...what does it all mean?”