"My Sexy Alien Roommate" (closed)

[AngelEyes1994]

“No, you didn’t say it wrong at all, Angel,”

She smiled a bit, relieved; she was still understanding his language, learning from the internet and from the people around them when they went places. Learning from her surroundings was for Angel like breathing was for Chris; she did it without having to consciously thinking about it, but it was still an ongoing process.

“I love you, too.”

That, of course, made her smile even wider. They continued eating at their treats, and Chris finished by asking, “I’m really, really thankful that you found me, Angel, but just...what does it all mean?”

She hesitated a moment, then shrugged. "Don't know. Not yet. Still learning."

As they finished, Angel became lightheaded, took Chris's arm for balance, and said simply, "I'm tired. Can we go home to Chris's place?"

When they arrived, Angel began dropping clothes: shoes, socks, top, skirt, bra, panties; by the time she reached her bedroom door she was naked. From inside her room, Angel called, "Chris, will you come lay with me?"

She was asleep within seconds of slipping into the bedding, and she would awake again until almost noon the next day...

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Maybe Chris was just a hopeless pervert, a sex fiend unable to resist the slightest bit of erotic stimulation, or maybe he was just a weak man who couldn’t say no to Angel or to the memory of the best night’s sleep he’d ever had. Either way, he stripped down to his boxers and walked into Angel’s room.

She looked fast asleep, but as soon as he lay down next to her he found himself pulled in against her slender body, her face nuzzling into his shoulder. It was still early, early that he would be worried Angel were ill if she were human, so Chris was just lying in bed awake for a few hours. Eventually, he got hungry, so he carefully lifted Angel’s arm and slid out from under her to go warm up some leftover pizza.

When he was ready to actually sleep, he thought about going to his own bed, but Angel’s sleeping form called out to him, promising him a restful sleep and a happy bedmate. Chris slipped back under her covers and quickly felt her arms around him once again. He drifted off right away.

In the morning, his phone rudely interrupted his rest to let him know it was time for work. Luckily, Angel slept through it, and soon Chris was out the door, fed, showered, and dressed, having left a plate of eggs and bacon on the nightstand next to Angel.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Unconsciously, Angel felt Chris's mostly undressed body against her, and it made her feel safe and secure. There was something wrong with her -- with this Human body in which she existed -- but she had no idea what it was.

She felt him depart and wanted to tell him not to, but she couldn't force herself awake to do so. He returned an indeterminate amount of time later, and once again she cuddled up tight to his form with an arm over his torso, a knee over his thigh, and the bare "V" of her groin against his hip. She quickly fell immediately back to sleep, confident that this was where she was supposed to be.

In the morning, Angel once again felt Chris rise and once again she could do nothing to plead for him to remain. It was like she was reenergizing or regenerating like she'd seen necessary in plants, animals, and machines in all those binge watched videos. Of course, she didn't know why she would need to reenergize or regenerate; she knew so little about herself.

At just a couple of minutes pass 9am, Angel suddenly bolted upright in bed. She looked around with desperate eyes; she was in danger, but from what and from whom she didn't know. Still naked, she got out of bed and hurried to the bedroom window, looking outside. There was nothing in the yard and only a couple of seemingly harmless cars parked before the neighboring houses. Hurrying from one room's window to the next, Angel checked in all four directions from the home's interior. Again, nothing but shrubs, trees, grass, houses, and cars.

Then she heard Rufus barking like she'd never heard before. Yet still naked, she rushed out the backdoor and across the lawn to stand opposite the fence from him; the golden retriever was on his back feet with his front feet on the fence's top horizontal support, something he'd only previously done that very first time he'd met Angel. She listened to him barking and growling for a minute, then thanked him and promised, "I'll be careful."

Back into the house she went, through the back hall and kitchen and living room to the front window. She looked out across the street and found that to which Rufus had alerted her: a black car that didn't belong to any of the neighbors. She studied it for a long moment and determined that the interior atmospheric temperature and humidity content indicated that someone -- possibly more than just one someone -- had been sitting there breathing the trapped air for quite a while.

Angel rushed back to her room, from which she could see a second black car that had the same internal situation. This time, because of the shade from a huge oak tree over it, Angel could see via her infrared sight that four men were sitting in the car. They were waiting, but for what? Her?

She quickly dressed in a her yoga suit -- she liked how it felt and allowed her to move -- and slipped into a pair of running shoes Jennifer Jones had helped her pick out. Then, she thought of the store clerk. Angel needed her help; she couldn't call Chris because he lived here and whoever was outside might not react well to seeing him come home in midday.

Angel couldn't call Jennifer because Chris didn't have a landline. Instead, Angel went back outside, sat in the middle of the back lawn, closed her eyes, and thought the woman here.

*****************​

Two hours later, in a seedy motel two towns over, Jennifer called the office on the floor below Chris's actual office and -- pretending to be a battered wife -- begged the woman who answered to go upstairs and get Chris. The savior of a woman handed her own personal cell phone to him, believing him to be the battered wife's brother.

"Chris, I'm with Angel at the Black Briar in Daytonville, room 24," she said. "You need to get out of your office quietly and get the fuck over here without anyone seeing you do it or tailing you. This is not a joke. I don't know what it is really, but ... Angel's fucking scared out of her wits."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris thought it was strange for a co-worker he barely knew to hand him her cellphone, telling him that there was a call for him. Once Jennifer started talking, Chris didn’t know what to think. He trusted both of them, though. He thanked the woman and handed back her phone.

Daytonville. Black Briar. Room 24.

He left his cell phone at his desk and walked down the stairs to the ground floor, leaving the building through the side entrance. He knew that whatever was happening was serious, but he couldn’t help humming the Mission: Impossible theme in his head the whole time.

He didn’t know what ideas he had about how they could track him (who are “they,” even?) were real, and which were just nonsense from movies, so to be on the safe side he didn’t use his car and didn’t rent a car. He only had about $100 on him in cash, but it was enough for a bus ticket to Daytonville.

A couple hours or so later, he knocked on the door to Room 24 of the Black Briar. As soon as Jennifer opened the door, Chris was about to start asking questions, but he saw Angel’s face and ran over to wrap her in his arms, practically tackling her to the bed.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel had been sitting on the edge of one of the motel room's two beds without moving for almost two hours. When they'd first arrived, Jennifer had repeated asked questions about what the hell was happening, but she'd finally gone silent herself when Angel looked up to her and said, "I can sense them ... I can keep us safe ... if you will be quiet, my friend."

Since then, the woman Chris had fucked in an innertube floating down the river had pretty much just sat at the window, peeking out as she sucked on the plastic bottle of Peppermint Schnapps she'd bought at the convenience store earlier. The little dining table in the room's corner was covered in the eaten and yet to be eaten bag full of food, candy, chips, soda pops, and more that Jennifer had spontaneously purchased when Angel had told her they would need food.

She saw a figure approaching the room and pulled out the little .22 caliber pistol her father had given her as a teen, but Angel said in a soft volume without any emotion, "It is Chris. Please, don't shoot him."

Jennifer didn't know what to say to the man as he entered the room. Angel had tried to explain to her that she was an extraterrestrial being or entity or whatever, but Jennifer didn't really have the capability to imagine something so out there; she honestly thought the younger woman was going nuts, or more nuts that previously.

She just opened the door, gave Chris a concerned look, and stepped back. He went straight to Angel, clutching her in his arms. She hugged him tightly, too, and -- despite having shown no emotions whatsoever for the past two hours -- immediately broke down in sobs at knowing that she was safe with Chris again.

"There was a car, a black car, like a government car, from out of the movies," Jennifer began explaining as she watched the two embracing. "I saw it behind us. We were on our way across town, and I saw it. It was following us, and then crash! It just turned suddenly and smashed right into a power pole."

Angel looked to Jennifer with an appreciative smile as the older woman continued, "Angel told me where to go and that we would be safe, and we drove all over town, turning this way and that and this way and that and the next thing I know she's pointing me through a narrow alley and we're here."

"Jennifer saved me," Angel said softly before looking up into her landlord's face and whispering very softly, "She wants to fuck you again."

"Angel!" Jennifer cried out with a gasp. "I didn't say that!"

Giggling, Angel whispered again. "Men In Black."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was still reeling from Angel’s comment about Jennifer when she name-dropped the late 90s movie. Remembering that they weren’t the only two people there, he suddenly whirled around to grip Jennifer’s arm.

“Thank you. For everything.”

He turned back to Angel, processing her words for the first time. “Wait, Men in Black!? Like, for real? They know what you are?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Thank you,” Chris told Jennifer. “For everything.”

"Of course!" Jennifer responded quickly. "I'd do anything for the two of you."

She said what she did without thinking, and as soon as she did, Jennifer realized that she meant it. She'd done some weird stuff in the last couple of days in regards to Chris and Angel, and she couldn't explain all of it. But this she meant.

“Wait, Men in Black!? Like, for real?”

Angel nodded her head energetically.

“They know what you are?”

This time she hesitated; Angel didn't even know what she was. She shrugged and said, "I think so."

"Do you want me to stick around, Chris ... Angel?" Jennifer answered before the pair's conversation continued much longer. She wanted to; that was for certain. Jennifer wanted to know what the hell was happening and she was concerned for her friends and -- contrary to what she'd told them -- Jennifer was indeed interested in having Chris's cock inside her again. She added, "Since you're all safe, I could go ... if you wanted."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris could tell that Jennifer wanted to stay, and he wanted her to, as well. He enjoyed her company, and he wouldn’t mind another opportunity to push his cock inside her. But, Chris wasn’t falling for her the way he felt himself falling for Angel. So, Angel, and her feelings, were his priority.

“That’s up to Angel.” He wasn’t afraid to let his opinion be known, though. “I like having you around, and I feel like if we split up that makes it more likely that they’ll catch one of us.”

He finally released Angel from his embrace, and looked her in the eye. “But, I also don’t know what the plan is, and I think you should tell her if she’s staying.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"...I think you should tell her if she’s staying.”

Ironically, that wasn't difficult for Angel to decide. Most people who have a deep secret would be hesitant to spill it to someone they barely knew; people in the closet about some aspect of their personal lives -- be it sexual or otherwise -- didn't just spit out Hey, I'm gay or Did you know I like to wear my spouse's underwear?

And yet Angel turned away from Chris, moved to Jennifer, and took the beauty's hands into her own, saying, "I'm not a Human. I'm not of this planet. I am what you would call extraterrestrial."

Jennifer just stared into the shorter woman's eyes for a long moment without reaction, then let out a sharp laugh. She looked to Chris, saw his expression, looked back to Angel, and laughed again before asking with obvious doubt, "What the fuck?"

Again, Jennifer looked to Chris, asking him, "What they hell is this? What's she talking about--?"

Suddenly, Jennifer jerked, as if she'd touched a hot electrical wire; she'd tried to pull her hands back but Angel had kept control of them. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open, and after several long seconds she murmured, "What ... the ... fu-u-u-u-ck...?"

Jennifer looked to Chris again, as did Angel, who was now smiling with the understanding that she'd gotten her message through to the other woman. The store clerk said with a tone of wonder, "You knew about this. When did you know about this. My God, Chris..."

She looked to Angel again, whose smile was wide with pride, the fear from earlier gone with the understanding that she was safe with these two. Jennifer whispered, "This is unbelievable. You have to let me stay."

Angel pulled the other woman into her arms, hugging her tightly as she looked to Chris. To both of them, she said, "I never want to be apart from either of you ever again."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

It was entertaining for Chris to see Jennifer go through a similar gamut of reactions to what he’d had the night before. When she first questioned it, Chris just said, “I don’t understand it, but I just know I believe her.” But then as Angel took the woman’s hands and magically convinced her, or whatever it was she did, Chris just stood back with a smile on his face, watching the show.

When Angel pulled Jennifer close and said she never wanted the three of them to be apart, Chris only had one word to say in reply.

“Okay.”

It had been a stressful morning, so Chris walked over to the sink and got himself a glass of water. After taking a sip, he addressed the two women, who were still holding each other and smiling. “We need a plan, though. Some way to get them to leave us alone. Angel, what if you start by telling us everything you know. I know there’s a lot you don’t know, but maybe start with what makes you so sure you’re from outer space and not just magical somehow?”

He sat on the bed and took another sip. “And maybe what you know about those Men in Black?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel smiled even wider when Chris responded to her declaration that they should stay together with a simple, “Okay.”

He suggested they develop a plan, but first asked Angel to tell her what she knew about herself and her origins. She nodded, disengaged from her body clutch with Jennifer, stepped back, and began undressing. Angel stepped out of her slip on deck shoes and pushed the gym shorts off her hips and down her legs, and practically ripped the top half of her yoga suit up off her torso and head before she realized that the other two were staring at her in varying degrees of surprise.

"I can't think with clothes on," she said in an emotionless, matter of fact tone. She pushed the bottom half of the suit down her hips and legs, stepping on the fabric now on the carpet to work her feet out of the tight fitting garment. Now naked and showing off her delicious, fit, petite body, Angel said, "Okay, now I can think."

She bounded over to the bed on which Chris was sitting, bouncing up to near the head board and spinning back to face them. She sat tall, which thrusted her perfect B-cups and their chill-air-hardened nipples outward; her knees were a couple of inches apart which -- incidentally but all to erotically -- left her light brown labia parting just enough to hint at the very pink inner labia and clit hidden between them.

She held a hand out toward Chris, who was within reach of her, and waggled the other hand out toward Jennifer, who was wide eyed and opened mouth at the sight before her.

"I think it will help me explain if I hold your hands, like I just did with you," Angel said as she looked at Jennifer. Then, looking between the two of them, she added with a serious, sincere tone, "And ... I think it would help if you took your clothes off, too. I don't know why. I just sense it."

Jennifer couldn't help but let out a shocked laugh, reaching a hand up to cover her mouth in fear of offending the other woman. She was entranced with the young beauty; Angel wasn't just physically perfect in every way imaginable but she was so very confident in showing herself to her and Chris, in a way that was making Jennifer wet her panties with fantasies of being pressed up against the younger woman, caressing, grasping, and probing the various womanly features that needed such treatment.

She looked to Chris, her hand still hiding her wide smile, and unsure of what he thought about all this, told him how she felt: "I will if you will."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Of course, thought Chris. He should really stop being surprised by Angel and her pro-nudity ways. A shy smile graced his lips as he looked at Jennifer, but he realized he really didn’t have any reason to be embarrassed. Both women had seen and touched his cock and hadn’t complained yet. He started to reach out for Angel’s hand, just to touch her, before he realized that he would need both hands to disrobe.

“Angel hasn’t steered me wrong yet.”

He untied his shoes, loosened his tie, unbuttoned his shirt, unzipped his pants, and tossed all his clothes, including his boxers, onto a chair next to the bed. The bed was big enough for all three of them, mostly because Angel was so petite, so Chris sat down next to her, swinging his legs up onto the comforter. Their thighs were touching, and Chris had to tell himself that it wasn’t the time to focus on how smooth her skin felt. It wasn’t easy, especially once he took her hand, interlacing their fingers together.

“Alright, hit us.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Angel hasn’t steered me wrong yet.”

Jennifer chuckled just short and sharp at Chris's reassurance. As the man began undressing, she did, too, while murmuring to herself, "Yet? That's what the driver says while driving through a thunderstorm at night just before missing a turn on the edge of a cliff."

She matched Chris almost one for one with shed clothing: heels, blouse, skirt, bra, and panties all went into another of the arm chairs. The entire time Jennifer was shaking her head, her gaze moving between the woman naked on the bed and the man becoming naked beside it.

She found herself horribly conflicted between was was happening and what may happen afterward. Jennifer had had threesomes before, so being naked with two other people was not exactly new to her. But somehow she didn't think that this was another ménage à trois. This was ... well, she didn't have any fucking idea what this was.

And then there they were, the three of them, stark ass naked, sitting in the bed on their knees with their haunches on their calves and ankles, facing each other like some sort of pre-Kool Aid cult meeting.

“Alright, hit us,” Chris said after they each took a hand of the other.

Try as she might, Jennifer couldn't help but ogle the personal effects of the other two. Okay, okay, she didn't even try not to look; in fact, she flat out ogled Angel's incredible, tight, little titties and their swollen nipples as the slit between her thighs that was screaming out to be licked, as well as Chris's equally beautiful cock which -- she only just this moment realized -- she hadn't actually seen the previous day when he'd used it to fuck her one incredible orgasm out on the river.

Jennifer looked to Angel's face and realized that the girl was smiling wide at her. She asked softly, "What?"

The girl whose true age neither of them new -- she looked and sometimes acted the 18, sometimes looked and acted a decade older than that -- peeked down toward Chris's groin, the back at Jennifer and said without any concern that he was also hearing her, "You think he has a pretty penis."

"No, I don't!" Jennifer gasped, embarrassed. Then, realizing it had sounded like an insult, she looked to Chris and said, "I mean ... what I meant was ... I didn't say that! I didn't mean, you know ... that it isn't pretty. I just mean that I didn't actually say that I--"

She looked back to Angel and asked with an accusing tone, "Wait! Did you read my mind? I mean, 'cause I was thinking that..."

Jennifer looked to Chris, to Angel, back to Chris; her face was a fiery red with embarrassment. Finally looking to Angel again, she said, "That's not fair, reading my mind."

"I didn't," Angel said, giggling. When Jennifer asked Angel how she knew then, the younger looking of the two laughed again and said, "I think it's pretty, so, I thought you would think it was pre-- Oww!"

Angel grimaced as she tried to pull her hand away from Jennifer's hard gripping hand. Then she laughed at the other woman's punishment of her. She peeked to Chris's groin again, finding him more hard than not, and looked him in the eyes as she said with a sweet, sincere voice, "I think you have a beautiful penis, Chris."

Then, as he was opening his mouth to respond, all three of them were hit with something that Jennifer instantly recognized as the mind flood she'd experienced when Angel explained that she was not of this planet. All three of them were seeing the same thing...

The deep void of space...

A bright star whose color was not that of the sun about which Planet Earth circled...

A bright light traveling through space that was not a ship, not a comet, not anything they could pick out of an astronomy picture book...

Then, nearing them at incredible speed, a planet...

Their course takes them past it, skimming the surface just enough to realize that they're passing through its upper atmosphere...

In their minds, they hear a voice whisper ... Neptune ... beautiful ... but no...

The blackness of space returns, and twice more they near, skim, and flee from more giant gaseous planetary bodies, each time hearing that same voice, which Jennifer and Chris both may or may not realize is Angel's ... Saturn ... Jupiter...

They are back in the void again, then passing through a vast field of debris -- the meteor belt -- before continuing onward through more blackness. Mars goes unseen as it is on the other side of the solar system, so the next familiar sight for them is the Moon, over whose surface they skim before continuing toward Earth at speeds almost unimaginable by Human Beings.

The blue-green planet of their birth nears and nears and nears; their field of vision fills with it; they see their continent, their country; they can sense they are approaching their state and their city, though, there are none of the familiar map border lines or text that would normally tell them that at which they are looking.

But it is their city, they can feel it ... because Angel wants them to know where they are and that they are almost home. The river in which Chris fucked Jennifer is the first obvious local site; then, closer yet, the shopping center at which the blonde female works; closer still, the football field of the local high school at which the male of the trio played years earlier...

Finally, after a trek across the vast universe of enormity, a comparably tiny object is seen from above. It is a head ... a human head ... and it tilts back, looking upwards into the sky for seemingly no apparent reason...

The face of that head will be immediately recognizable to the naked pair holding Angel's hands: it is, of course, Angel. But at the same time that it is Angel, the high school girl dressed in a skimpy, tight fitting costume and shaking pompoms to the beat of the nearby marching band's formation practice isn't Angel.

And suddenly, as they enter the eyes of the girl on the field, Jennifer and Chris realize that their journal has ended. And whether they understand it or -- if they do -- believe it, how their friend from the stars ended up here with them now in a high school cheer squad member's body is explained.

As they both return to reality, the naked girl from the heavens smiles and asks, "Does that help us?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris put out his other hand to rest on Jennifer’s, trying to gently get her attention so he could tell her that it was okay: that he was flattered, and that he thought she had a pretty pussy. But, the girls were too distracted by each other to notice, and then when Angel told him he had a beautiful penis, he was speechless. He was still just blinking and touching both women’s hands when Angel started her...whatever she did.

If Chris was interpreting Angel’s vision, she was some kind of energy being who had possessed the body of a young woman in town. Really thinking about that would open up thoughts of the girl who used to be in control of Angel’s body, her current state of mind, and what her family was going through, and Chris just didn’t have the mental bandwidth to deal with that while they were on the run themselves, so he pushed that aside.

Was it helpful?

It answered some of the questions he’d had, but not the most important one. What do we do about the Men in Black? Frankly, he didn’t know what else to call them.

“I think so. We need to know what to do about these people looking for you, though. Angel, how long will we be safe here?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

(OOC: For the benefit of the Moderators, the real Angel is a high school senior who is 18 years old. She is sometimes referred to as a girl because she is younger than the other characters.)


“Angel, how long will we be safe here?”

Jennifer added her two cents before Angel was able to speak. "I was very careful getting us here. I can't imagine they followed us. We didn't use my car, in case they knew about me. We used my neighbor's car..."

She looked to Chris with a knowing expression and said with a suggestive tone, "He'll do anything for me."

Biting her lip a moment, wanting to badly to talk about how bad a girl she could be at times, Jennifer resisted and continued, "We parked it at the mall, walked all the way through and out the back delivery entrance where my friend took us to a strip mall across town. From there we got a Lyft to a dozen blocks or so from here and caught the bus."

She caught the look of surprise Chris was giving her and laughed. Shrugging, she said, I watched a movie the other day about spies sneaking around town, so..."

"We will be safe tonight," Angel finally answered his question. She had a confident tone and expression. "Jennifer saved me, Chris. You will, too. I know this."

She suddenly leaned forward to wrap her arms around Chris's neck, hugging him tightly; her bare breasts pressed up against him as they had in the shower the night before. Pulling back, she kissed him softly on the lips before turning to repeat the exact same think with Jennifer, including the kiss.

"Now you," Angel said sitting back again. She gestured the two of them to each other, saying, "Hug and kiss and be friendly."

Jennifer just couldn't help but glance down to Chris's groin again, finding his cock semi-rigid and looking so inviting. She leaned across and wrapped her arms around his neck as Angel had, but in her case, she whispered softly at his ear, "I want you in me so bad."

She pulled her head back, kissed him a bit more erotically than Angel had, and sat back again. When she looked to Angel, she caught the younger woman looking at her with an impossibly wide smile and a bright gleam in her eyes. Jennifer asked accusingly, "What?"

"I heard you," Angel said, giggling. Then she pointed to Chris's cock, which was actively growing as she gestured. She giggled again, then said, "So did that."

Jennifer blushed a fiery red as she looked between the two of them, laughing. She was so overwhelmed with a powerful lust, but the situation between the three of them was so unbelievable that she didn't know how to proceed to find her needs fulfilled.

"Chris," Angel said, attracting his attention. "I wish to experience the fire and passion Jennifer experienced with you on the river, but this body ... this girl ... I do not know her name ... I only know she has never been with a man in the way you have been with women..."

She looked to the other woman as she continued, "...with women like Jennifer. Jennifer, I wish to experience the fire and passion you experienced with Chris."

Jennifer has a confused look on her face, saying, "I don't understand."

Angel moved closer to the other woman, until each of them had a knee between the others thighs, almost to the point of each of them having a knee cap pressing against the other's womanhood. Angel took Jennifer's hands, and a moment later, Jennifer's eyes and mouth opened with understanding.

Looking to Chris, the older woman said with surprise in her voice, "Angel ... well ... Angel can inhabit my body ... like she is her own ... I mean, this one..."

Jennifer looked to the apparent high school girl's incredible, petite form, then up to the associated face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Angel didn't have to answer; Jennifer could feel the answer through the joined hands. The store clerk looked back to Chris again and gave him the facts: "Angel will inhabit my body ... and make love to you ... if this is something you want to do, Chris."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris’s cock was steadily hardening through the entire conversation, and by the time Jennifer actually laid out their proposal, he was rock-hard. It also eased his mind about the young woman whose body Angel was inhabiting. Chris was very attracted to Jennifer, and the idea that he could make love to her and Angel at the same time, in one body, was a huge turn-on.

“If? Of course I want to do this. I…” He rolled his eyes in disbelief that they were even asking, and just looked pointedly at his leaking cock as an answer.

Before anyone could say anything else, Chris leaned over to Jennifer and grabbed her upper arms, pulling her to the side so that they both fell onto the bed. He found her lips with his own and kissed her forcefully. Maybe it was the sense of fear and danger that they’d experienced that day, but Chris didn’t feel like wasting any time.

His hands roamed over Jennifer’s body, squeezing her ass and cupping her breasts as his tongue plundered her mouth. He was near to sliding his aching cock inside her slick tunnel, but then he realized he might have interrupted something the women needed to do first.

“Oh, sorry, did you two have to do something first?”

As soon as he asked, he realized it was a good thing he’d stopped. Angel had never had sex before, so he wanted to force himself to take his time, and make it tender and special for her, despite how much he just wanted to pound Jennifer’s pretty little pussy.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“If? Of course I want to do this. I…”

Angel smiled wide, extremely happy. Jennifer, however, wore an expression that must have been difficult to decipher because as she was still contemplating what the other woman was suggesting, Chris was already sweeping her down onto the mattress, pressing his naked body against her equally nude form, and going to it.

She laughed, interrupting their kiss, and Chris must have understood his rush. "Oh, sorry, did you two have to do something first?”

Angel giggled as Jennifer playfully pushed the man off of her, saying about his rock hard cock, "Jesus, Chris. Leash that thing!"

Again Angel giggled, pulling Chris back up to a kneeling position as she verified, "Yes, you need to give us a second. But ... it's nice to see how eager you are to be with me..."

She looked to the smiling Jennifer, finishing, "...even if it isn't really me."

"How exactly does this work?" the shapely blonde asked, reaching out to playfully push at Chris again as she winked. To Angel she asked, "I mean ... you're going to be inside me--"

Again she looked at the man who was about to fuck both of them at the same time, "--while he's inside of me, too!"

Jennifer couldn't help but laugh nervously before looking to Angel again. "I mean ... am I going to know what's happening, too. I mean ... seriously ... am I going to feel this, or ... I mean what happens to me while the two of you are ... you know ... fucking your brains out?"

"I don't know," Angel said without hesitating. She looked between the two of them and saw their reactions. She shrugged. "I've never done this before."

Jennifer laughed, "Has anyone? I mean, this is kinda crazy."

She looked to Chris again. Then, rising taller on her knees to hover over top of him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, passionate, erotic kiss. When she pulled back and again sat on her haunches, she explained, "I really like you, Chris, and I really enjoyed fucking you yesterday. So, just in case Angel somehow melts my mind or never leaves my body ... well, I just wanted you to know I'm gonna miss feeling your dick in me."

Jennifer looked to Angel, shrugged like the younger woman did often, and said, "Okay. Let's do this."

Angel stood and offered a hand to Jennifer, who took it and rose. Angel donned the outer layer of clothes she'd been wearing -- the shorts, tee, and socks -- and sat in one of the softly cushioned arm chairs. Again, she waggled her hands to the other woman. Jennifer moved to Angel, knelt before her, and took her hands.

"Ready?" the extraterrestrial asked.

When Jennifer nodded, Angel connected to her. They both flinched at the mental connection, and they simply stared unblinking into each other's eyes for over three minutes. Then, Angel -- or at least the petite high school girl in whom Angel was or had been -- slowly laid back into the chair and closed her eyes. Jennifer -- or Angel? -- stood, pulled the bed spread off the second bed, and tucked it in all around the apparently sleeping female form.

Jennifer turned to look at Chris for a moment, smiling. She held her arms out before her, looking up and down them as she turned her hands over, then back. She moved to the bathroom door, standing in front of the full length mirror upon it. She spent a full minute admiring the very curvy form in the reflection; she caressed her hands over the firm, gravity defying breasts, over the smooth, fit belly, over the wide hips and full ass and, finally, between the thigh's fronts as her feet parted just a bit.

She drew a sharp breath of excitement at the immediate pleasure caused by her finger tips upon the sensitive folds of flesh in her crotch. Moving her fingertips slowly between the wet lips, then folding the even more sensitive nub of flesh poking out of its hood, Jennifer sighed.

"Remember last night in the shower," Angel reminded the man with whom she'd been naked, "when I panicked and denied your touch?"

She looked to Chris, smiled, offered out a hand, and said softly, "Let's try that again, shall we?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris took her hand with a hungry smile, and stepped closer to press himself against her back. He pushed her wrists together and used his off hand to pin both hands to the bathroom door.

“Look at yourself, Angel. Look at Jennifer.”

His other hand slid around her taut thighs to tease around her lower lips.

“Do you think she can feel this, too?”

Angel was pinned between Chris’s hand between her legs and his cock pressing into her lower back. He teased his fingers up and down her slit, drawing out sounds of arousal. He could feel her start to respond, to press herself into his fingers, trying to find more stimulation. But, he was content to tease her for now. He held her fast, confident Angel could get away if she really wanted to, and hoping she didn’t.

“I want to make you feel even better than she felt on the river. Do you trust me, Angel?”

He dipped one finger into her pussy, moistening it with her leaking juices. He had plans for her, to bring her to the edge slowly before pushing her over. He took his lubricated finger and circled her clit, never quite touching the sensitive little button.

“Let me take care of you. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Look at yourself, Angel. Look at Jennifer.”

Chris's soft, seductive request in any other situation might had sounded like he was talking to two different women as they prepared for a threesome, telling the first to look at herself, then at the other. In a way, that was what he was requesting, because the answer she gave for his question of whether or not the real Jennifer could feel his caressing and teasing was a soft, "Yes, Chris ... she can. She can feel it all, and she is enjoying it, just as I am."

Angel couldn't hear Jennifer's thoughts; the woman's mind wasn't consciously experiencing the physical touch as Angel's mind was. But the alien knew that the apparel department worker was -- in her mind, the one they were sharing now -- beginning to writhe about figuratively as Angel, in Jennifer's body, was doing literally.

“I want to make you feel even better than she felt on the river. Do you trust me, Angel?”

"You will," Angel whispered with confidence.

Jennifer's body was so sensitive to Chris's touch -- to anyone's touch -- which was probably why the beautiful blonde loved sex so much. She'd gone without for quite a while until the encounter on the river, and after Chris had driven her to orgasm by fucking her from behind over the warm surface of the innertube, Jennifer had chastised herself for the long gap of no erotic satisfaction.

She'd gone home that afternoon after reaching shore to masturbate herself to two additional orgasms, fantasizing that Chris had been responsible for one and Angel had been the cause of the other ... only to repeat the same imaginings the next morning with even greater release and delight.

And as great as that had been, what was happening to her now was far more erotic, exciting, and desperately needed. And, as with her fantasies, both Angel and Chris were responsible, together, though in a way that no human being could have ever imagined partaking of a threesome.

This ... was simply unbelievable.

For Angel's part, she reached her hands out and pressed them against the bathroom door frame for support as her body -- Jennifer's body -- began writhing more animatedly at Chris's touch. She moaned and pressed back against him and rolled her lower body with the movements of the man's skilled fingers upon her wetness.

“Let me take care of you,” Chris whispered to her. “Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”

"Yes," Angel whispered, adding with a desperate tone. "Please, Chris. Please."

She was ready to let Chris do what he thought was right to show her what it meant to fully be a human female ... to enjoy the pleasures of sex in a way that the experienced Jennifer's body already knew but that the 18 year old girl who she'd originally occupied was yet to know.

Angel knew from the way he'd looked at her and reacted to her -- in his crotch -- and touched her in the shower the day before that Chris was desperate to make love to that younger, petite, incredible teen. She was everything a man like Chris dreamed about: innocence. And Angel could have let Chris have her, as she'd begun to do in the shower the day before.

But she'd stopped him because -- somehow -- Angel sensed the high school beauty's innocence, and letting Chris have his way with her would have been akin to rape, very unlike what was happening to Jennifer at this moment. Jennifer could sense and for the most part understand and enjoy what was happening to her body, even if she wasn't in control of it, and Jennifer wanted this.

But Angel was unsure of whether the true owner of the body in which she'd been residing was consciously aware. She didn't think so, and honestly she desperately hoped the girl was entirely unaware. As Angel herself had come to understand this world and human beings in particular, she'd become more and more concerned for the girl who she'd co-opted.

But ... those concerns were for another time. Right now, Angel reached a hand back to Chris's head, tilted such that she could meet his lips with hers, and told him with great sincerity, "I want this to be the greatest thing I've ever experienced before, please."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris could feel Angel using Jennifer’s body to respond to his touch, grinding her pussy into his hand and pushing her ass back against his balls. God, she was hot! Both of them were! His precum was making the cleft at the top of Jennifer’s ass glisten as the head of his cock rubbed against the smooth skin above it.

He was thankful that Angel had stopped him in the shower earlier, when she’d been in the other young woman’s body. Now, he could fuck these two enthusiastic women without any qualms.

He was also glad that Angel said Jennifer could feel what he was doing. He liked the idea of her being a participant, since they were borrowing her body. He idly wondered if they were going to have some mental feedback loop where their respective pleasure turned the other woman on even more, but even if he’d asked Angel she wouldn’t have been able to answer.

So, Chris kept her pinned to the door, eventually slipping a finger inside her and pinching her clit from both sides. He’d made it slick with her juices, so his thumb could slide back and forth over the joyful little nub. He could tell by her breathing that she was getting close, so he eased off, letting her come down from her high just once. He kissed the back of her neck as he whispered in her ear.

“You’re going to get everything tonight, Angel. I’m going to show you as much as you want to see. Now, relax, and cum for me, beautiful.”

He kept his slow, steady attention on her with his fingers, letting her gradually approach her peak again. This time he didn’t stop, letting her fall over the cliff into her first orgasm. He kept up his soft, slow strokes while she came down, but once she was done he spun her around and pulled her body into his, trapping his cock between their bellies and devouring her mouth with his own.

He kissed her like she was an oasis in the desert, and when he finally came up for air he breathlessly told her how beautiful she was and how good she tasted. Then, he lifted her up into his arms, cradling her ass in his hands.

“I need to taste you.”

He dropped her on the bed and knelt down in front of her, wasting no time licking up her dripping slit.

“Mmmmmmm, you’re delicious, Angel.”

He knew that was really Jennifer’s pussy juice he was tasting, but he didn’t care. Angel was in there, too, and he wanted her to know how much she turned him on.

“Give me more, Angel. Cum again for me.”

His tongue was more aggressive than his fingers had been. He licked every fold, every crevice of her pussy, slurping up her sweet nectar and making her writhe on the bed in bliss. He lovingly rubbed her clit red with his tongue, pressing and flicking until she came again, her liquid running down his chin.

Only then did Chris stand up and place the head of his cock at her entrance. “I can’t wait any longer, Angel! I need to be inside you!”

She nodded, and he pushed the tip in.

God, she was tight! So much tighter than on the river! She felt like the virgin Angel was, and she squeezed the life out of the tip of his cock.

He gently caressed her clit with his thumb while he slowly, carefully pushed further in. It took a few minutes, but eventually he felt her ass against his pelvis.

“I’m in, Angel. How do you feel? Are you ready for me to start?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel could remember the feel of Chris's fingers on the pussy of her original body as he touched her new body now; they were hardly the same. Even though she hadn't understood it at the time and still now didn't fully know it, the first time he'd slipped his fingers in between her labia, the high schooler's mental, emotional, and physical innocence had been the reason for Angel's flight from the shower stall.

Now, however, in Jennifer's body, Angel was all too ready to be touched, and the feel of Chris's finger tip rubbing up and down her new and yet experienced clit was simply unbelievable. She initially rocked her body to accentuate Chris's pleasuring of her, but the feeling -- the intense joy -- quickly overwhelmed Angel; she surrendered to the man's clutching of her with one hand and manipulating of her with the other.

Angel very quickly found herself envying Jennifer -- all human females -- for her life of such delights as this. She still hadn't fully come to understand what she herself was, but Angel somehow suspected that she'd never partaken of such amazing carnal sensations as what she, in this body, was enjoying now.

And when that pleasure began rising exponentially and she -- Jennifer? -- exploded in orgasm, Angel simply couldn't imagine that she would or could have forgotten such heavenly results. The waves of euphoria surging through this borrowed body overwhelmed her; her knees buckled as she lost control, and if it hadn't been for Chris's arm wrapped around her middle, she likely would have fallen to the floor. Her heart pounded rapidly and fiercely, her chest swelled and contracted with gasping breaths, and she cried out in pure amazement of what was happening to her.

Angel barely registered Chris supporting her back to her feet, turning her, and then lifting her from those feet to carry her to the bed. She was still lost in the impossible to believe euphoria of what he'd done to Jennifer's body when he told her, “I need to taste you.”

She let him do what he wished with her; Angel had surrendered Jennifer's body to Chris. She knew what he was about to do, of course; her YouTube watching experience that first day had led to a site called PornHub, and while she'd watched a couple of videos that had included oral sex -- one of a man with his head between a woman's thighs, another with a woman doing the same -- Angel hadn't understood just what the porn actors had been doing at the time.

Now, however, her head fell back and her back arched up at the indescribable feel of Chris's mouth finding her labia and his tongue finding her clit. Mirroring what she'd seen on his laptop and yet hadn't understood then, the man murmured from her crotch, “Mmmmmmm, you’re delicious, Angel.”

She writhed at his control even more so that she had standing before the mirror, her body sometimes seeming as though she was touching a hot electrical wire. Chris was amazing, so incredibly skilled with his tongue; Angel wondered whether all men could do this or whether she'd just happened to randomly walk up to the front gate of the home of the most wonderful male human on the planet.

Thank you, Rufus, Angel found herself thinking as she remembered that she'd stopped at Chris's home to talk to his four legged neighbor, not to get a room. He drove her to another orgasm in an even shorter time, but this one lasted far longer as the waves of euphoria continued to flood through her with the continuation of his tongue's lapping at her sensitive nub.

Angel reached both hands up above her and grasped the headboard, her entire body tensing at the ecstasy that began to wane, returned, waned a second time, then came back again. She couldn't know whether she was experiencing a rapid series of orgasms or one long one as she'd never partaken of sex before. It didn't matter, of course; one does not question such magic.

When she finally began coming down from her cloud and collapsed into the mattress, Chris with his rock hard cock moved upwards to hover over her and declare, “I can’t wait any longer, Angel! I need to be inside you!”

She nodded, and over a much longer time than she'd imagined, he endeavored to pushed his long, thick appendage into Jennifer's body. Neither one of them could have known that the influence of the memory of Angel's previous body's virginity would cause Jennifer's vaginal canal to tight up; it was as if the not-unfamiliar-to-cock pussy had never been intruded upon.

"Is something wrong?" Angel asked with concern as Chris's bulbous head penetrated her but went no further. "What's wrong, Chris. What am I doing wrong?"

He looked as surprised as Angel was feeling. Chris had been inside Jennifer already, had fucked her hard and fast, had filled her with his seed; why was this so much different just a day and a few hours later? But Chris reassured Angel that there was nothing wrong, and he continued to work his way gently into her very wet, very tight canal until finally their bodies pressed tightly together in a way that told Angel this was just the way it was supposed to be.

“I’m in, Angel," he told her. “How do you feel? Are you ready for me to start?”

She hesitated, looking into his eyes for a long moment as her body continued to show her deep delight with what he'd done to her. She nodded, but then she said, "Close your eyes. Please, Chris. Close your eyes."

When he did, Angel reached up and pressed her palms to his temples. With a thought, all memory Chris had of how her original body looked or of how this new body looked disappeared from his mind. She lifted her head to kiss his lips, softly, then more erotically.

"I want you to see me for who I am," she whispered as she began rocking her lower body to encourage him to begin fucking her. "I don't want you to see me as that girl who showed up at your gate or the woman who rode with you down the river. I want you to see me ... to feel me ... to enjoy me ... for me."

With just a thought, Angel had caused Chris's mind to forget the appearance of the other two women entirely. In fact, he would forget all the woman he'd ever known or seen in his life. Angel would still be there, would still be beneath him, would still have his cock deep inside her, causing Chris the most incredible pleasure he'd ever known because of the combination of Jennifer's experience and the unnamed girl's physical and emotional innocence.

But he wouldn't see any one particular female human being. Angel would be there, but at the same time she wouldn't; Chris's mind would envision all women at once, as if he was fucking every single incredible, beautiful woman on the planet ... and causing each and every single one of them the greates sexual joy they'd ever known or, in some cases, had never known.

It would, essentially, be the most unexpected and most pleasurable experience of his life ... a gift from Angel for the most unexpected and most pleasurable experience of her life.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris could still feel Jennifer’s body in his hands and around his cock, but it just didn’t feel like it was hers anymore. Or, at least not just hers. And also, not just Angel’s. Or, maybe, he had just had a far too limited understanding of who and what Angel was. His mind was spinning, trying to consolidate all the images floating and flying by in his vision.

He was looking into Angel/Jennifer’s eyes, and then he was looking into billions of pairs of eyes, holding billions of pairs of thighs in his hands, billions of pussies squeezing his cock with every thrust, his balls slapping against billions of asses.

And then, he felt like he transcended beyond even that less limited perspective. Suddenly, he wasn’t just making love to an amalgamation of all females who had ever existed, but with the very idea of femininity herself. It was like Angel wasn’t even an alien being, as incomprehensible as even that was, but like she was an ancient goddess, formed from the worship of men, made from their ideas of womanhood, innocence, joy, and love, all at once. She was everything at once, Softness, Smoothness, Warmth, Wetness, Tightness. She squeezed him with every thrust, crying out with first billions of voices, and then one ur-voice, the first and foremost of all female voices, as he pounded her ur-pussy, the first and foremost of all pussies.

Lights, sounds, sensations: everything made his mind spin. His liferaft, his rope, was the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and love he felt. How he felt about Angel, what she was doing to him, all of it was to make them feel good, to give them both the gift of pleasure. He held onto that as the rest of his consciousness crested the wave, riding it back down to Earth, filling the concept of Pussy with thick ropes of cum until he was spent, twitching and huffing for breath.

He collapsed forward onto the bed next to the Idea of Woman he’d been fucking, feeling simultaneously like he understood more about humanity and the world than he ever could have before, and also like his mind was wiped clean, empty and pleasantly aching.

He had no idea whether or not he was still inside Her/Them, but he wrapped his arms around whatever body or bodies were within reach, and blackness and oblivion consumed him.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

When Chris rejoined the land of the living and sat up to look around, he found the bountiful blonde store worker sitting cross legged on one of the cushioned arm chairs; she was fully dressed and staring at him with a pleased smile.

"She's gone," Jennifer said. She gave Chris a moment to look about the room, then -- just in case he wasn't sure who was speaking to him -- added, "Angel, she left."

She stood to pour a cup of steaming coffee from the little 4 cup maker on the counter next to the bathroom sink, moved to sit on the bed beside the still naked man, and offered it out.

"Last night was the most incredible thing I've ever done," she said with a sincere tone of a person more content with life than she'd ever been. She laughed, adding, "And I didn't have to do anything."

She leaned in to press her lips to Chris's in a long kiss that was intimate but not particularly erotic; her lips stayed together, her tongue remained at bay, but the kiss still caused a chill to run up Jennifer's back at the memory of what the two of them -- with a third, of course -- had done the previous evening.

"I think I know where Angel went," she said as she looked into his eyes. "She didn't tell me. I just ... I have a sense. Like ... when we were one together ... I could, well, not hear her thoughts but ... feel them."

She took Chris's coffee, sipped a bit of it, handed it back, and said, "I think Angel went home. Not out there..."

She pointed a finger toward the heavens, laughing before becoming more serious, "I mean ... back to the girl's home ... to cutie pie's home, the high school girl."

Jennifer shrugged, then told Chris something he was probably also thinking. "I don't know who this girl is or where she lives or where she goes to school, but ... I think Angel, our Angel, feels guilty about occupying this girl. I mean, think about it. A high school girl disappears from her home or school ... she showed up at your house Saturday morning, right? So, she'd been gone from her own life since Saturday. Today's Wednesday."

Jennifer hesitated, waiting for Chris's reaction. She confirmed as she raised her phone for him to see the home screen, with its date and time. "Yeah, it's Wednesday, just past noon, Chris. I don't know how it happened, but we lost almost two days. I'm worried about Angel, but I'm also worried about the girl. I mean, I was kind of a wild child when I was a senior in high school, but if I'd disappeared for five days, my parents would have had the National Guard out looking for me."

She thought for a moment, then said with worry, "We have to find out who this girl is. We have to find her. We have to find our Angel. We need answers."

Then, smiling wider and reaching her hand to caress up Chris's thigh, stopping just short of his crotch and the manhood that had so pleasured her via their mutual lover, Jennifer said, "And after that I want you to fuck me again ... just me, this time."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was still groggily blinking himself awake through Jennifer’s explanation. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever done, too, and he told her that as soon as his brain could make the words.

He accepted the coffee and took a sip, immediately feeling just a little bit more alert. “Of course we have to find her, but how do we go about looking for her without making everyone think we kidnapped her? She’s a high schooler, Jennifer!”

Of course, Jennifer had ways of persuading him, her hand on his thigh causing blood to rush to his crotch. She would see he cock twitch and begin to swell.

Chris swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. “Okay, maybe we can figure out something.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

An hour later, Jennifer was standing at the Reserved Desk of the Public Library, whispering back and forth with a bookworm type who often looked over his shoulder to Chris, who Jennifer had told to remain back and act normal, whatever that meant at this point in their lives.

After a conversation that had gone longer than she'd expected, Jennifer turned and crossed to Chris. She urged him into one of the cushioned arm chairs, handed him a random book, and told him, "I'll be back. Read something."

She winked to him, told him they were going to get what they needed, and said with a suggestive tone, "But, I have to earn it, so ... gimme about five minutes."

She looked back at the bookworm, who was wide eyed with an anxious expression, then whispered to Chris, "Three, tops."

She headed toward the Stacks in the darker back corner of the library, and -- after looking around for prying eyes -- the bookwork tried without success to act casual as he followed behind her.

Just as Jennifer had said, three minutes later she returned with a tall, heavy stack of High School Yearbooks, which she let slammed down onto the table before Chris. She reached a finger up to the edge of her lips, wiped something away, and licked it off.

Behind her at the Reserved Desk, a patron called out with her library voice for help, and a moment later the unsteadily walking bookwork -- still tucking his shirt back into his pants -- hurried out of the stacks to assist the woman.

Jennifer just smiled wide to Chris, explaining, "Annuals are only available to school staff and students with current school IDs, so..."

She figured that was enough explanation for Chris to understand how she'd earned the right to look through them. "So, now we just have to look through every senior portrait's page of every high school in the city for, God knows, what, the last two three, four years until we find a picture of Angel ... or, I mean, cutie pie."

She tossed a book into Chris's lap, saying, "Start with this year I guess. We know she's a cheerleader, so, maybe start with sports?"