"My Sexy Alien Roommate" (closed)

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was actually kind of impressed with how nonchalantly Jennifer traded sexual favors for access to the yearbooks. He certainly couldn’t be upset about it. Besides, they needed the books quickly.

Chris looked first through all the athletics sections of all the books before he started helping Jennifer go through the regular student listing. They had been looking for more than an hour before he finally saw her.

“Here!” he whispered as loudly as he felt comfortable in the library. “Washington High. Ashley Anderson, apparently.” He got a wistful look on his face. “It’s strange: it’s clearly the same person, and she’s still a very cute young woman, but...I don’t know...There’s something missing, you know? It’s like... I can tell this isn’t a picture of Angel. Is that crazy?”

The drive to Washington High didn’t take very long, which didn’t really help Chris’s nerves. It looked like school had just gotten out, so hopefully they wouldn’t need to go inside. He parked, and he and Jennifer walked up to the front door of the school. He was only a few steps away from the entrance when he saw her. It was so strange seeing what he thought of as Angel’s face, but it wasn’t Angel. Or, at least, he was pretty sure it wasn’t her. She had a look on her face like she recognized them, but wasn’t sure from where. He was speechless, not sure what to do or say, if anything. He just squeezed Jennifer’s hand.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Here!”

Jennifer hopped out of her chair and moved to sit next to Chris as he pointed to the picture of Angel, explaining that she was actually someone named Ashley Anderson. She mused, "It's so weird, Chris. It's her. But, it's not her. I see Angel. But at the same time, I know it's not her."

Soon enough, though, they were staring at this Ashley as she came down the steps of the school, flanked on each side by equally pretty Senior class girls; they were all dressed in Cheer uniforms and carrying pompoms in addition to a combination of backpacks, sports bags, or purses. One of them was saying with excitement, "Remember, Friday night, 7 o'clock, my place. There's gonna be about a dozen of us--"

As Ashley's eyes met Chris's, then Jennifer's, the second flanking girl was saying to the first one with the same jubilation, "I can't believe it! You're turning 18 finally! You're the last of us to not be jail bait anymore."

Both laughing girls realized that the third girl between them was slowing, then stopped. They looked from Ashley to the two old people, then back; one of them asked, "Do you know these people?"

Ashley studied Jennifer and Chris for a long moment, then only said, "I'll catch up with you at practice."

The two teens attempted to quietly argue that they wanted to stay around, but Ashley convinced them to leave. Once she was alone with Jennifer and Chris, Ashley asked with a meek tone, "Do I know you? You ... you look familiar, but. Did I meet you at one of my college recruitment days?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

She seemed like a sweet girl, and Chris felt a new wave of concern for the fact that she’d “disappeared” for several days. More than that, he had no idea what to say to her. He certainly couldn’t mention how intimate he’d gotten with Angel while she was using Ashley’s body. He reached out and squeezed Jennifer’s hand, turning to speak to her, not terribly concerned about Ashley hearing what he said.

“We can’t tell her! She’ll never believe us! I mean, what do we even say!? Do you believe in aliens or something!?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Ashley was awaiting some sort of introductions from the somehow familiar strangers, but instead heard the male half of the pair asking the female half whether or not they should ask if she believes in aliens.

"I do," the teen said before the other woman present could respond to the question. Both of the others looked to her with varying levels of surprise, and Ashley laughed. "I do believe in aliens. That's what you said, right?"

"Whaddaya mean you believe in aliens?" Jennifer asked, daring to believe that the alien about whom she and Chris were speaking was known to the girl. "I mean ... have you ever been ... like ... abducted or anything like--"

Ashley interrupted Jennifer with a loud laugh of surprise, "No! Of course not. I mean that I just can't believe that Human Beings are the only intelligent species currently in the universe. You've heard of the Drake Equation, right?"

Jennifer only stared at the other girl, unable to see or hear anyone but Angel. It was just too weird. Of course, Ashley was talking with a much clearer and more intelligible mind that Angel had, even after she'd had nearly a week of studying people to learn to speak and properly use English.

"The Drake Equation, named for Dr. Frank Drake, the famed SETI founder and researcher," Ashley began in a formal, educating tone, "estimates the possibility number of intelligent extraterrestrial species out there--"

She pointed a finger straight up as she continued, "--that could be capable of speaking to Human Beings or even reaching our planet by calculating the average rate of star formation in our galaxy, the percentage of those stars that have or might have planets, the average number of planets per star that exist in the Goldilocks zone that can potentially support life, the time involved in that life evolving and becoming intelligent and developing technology that would lead to communicating with distant planets that also had intelligent life or were capable of developing faster or near to faster light speed space travel, thus enabling them to visit those distant planets ... all without first destroying themselves or their planet like Humans are doing right now, of course."

Ashley shrugged as if resigned to the fact that most people on this planet were unwilling to take the steps to save both their planet and their species' future. Then, without missing a beat, she asked with a confused expression, "Now ... who are you guys?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris just stared at the girl through her whole speech. This was a problem, as far as he was concerned. She was a high school senior who had been “missing” for several days, during which time she had been living at his house and seen with him in public. If she realized who he was, he would have no defense other than his word and hopefully Jennifer’s. Even if they got her to believe the “An alien had taken over your body” defense, it wouldn’t exactly hold up in court.

Maybe, before, he’d thought they could ask her some questions and disappear without her realizing who they were. But, now that he knew she was smart? No. Time to run. Chris gently took Jennifer by the arm and started pulling her away, back toward his car.

“Well, we certainly can’t tell her now. We need to go. Angel’s clearly not here anyway.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Again Ashley inquired to the identity of the two familiar strangers, and again she pretty much got the brush off. The guy turned the gal away from Ashley, talking about telling her something and ending with, “Angel’s clearly not here anyway.”

"Angel...?" Ashley asked with obvious knowledge of the name. Smiling with delight, she asked, "You know Angel? She's so cool!"

Ashley looked past the pair, catching sight of some friends waving to her. She told Jennifer and Chris, "Hey, I gotta go. It was nice to meet you."

She moved to leave, unless something was said or done to prevent it.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris froze in his steps, making meaningful eye contact with Jennifer. This girl knew Angel!? How!?

Suddenly he had to take the risk to talk to her. He let go of Jennifer’s arm and whirled around to call out to Ashley.

“Wait! Please!” He jogged back toward her. “We need to find Angel, please!” He turned back and waived Jennifer up. “We’re worried about her. She’s...not from around here.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Wait! Please!”

Ashley stopped short and turned back. The man had a look of panicked surprise in his face, which baffled the teen who -- still! -- didn't know who the hell these people were or how they knew Angel.

He said about the girl they all had in common, “We’re worried about her. She’s...not from around here.”

Ashley laughed out loud, saying with humor, "No shit, Sherlock. She's from France."

She waved her friends to go ahead without her, then turned back to the pair to continue, "I don't speak French, but I recognize it. I mean, who wouldn't, right? It's not like anything else spoken anywhere..."

Ashley began to realize that the pair before her didn't have the slightest idea about what she was telling them. "Angel, right...? Pretty brunette French babe with great tits...?"

She laughed and pulled out her cell phone, tapping at the screen. She held it out to the pair. "Angel, right?

Jennifer snatched the phone and held it closer to her and Chris. She couldn't help but whisper, "Nice tits is right."

Ashley laughed. "Yeah, she's obviously quite proud of those things. We were at a Frat party Tuesday night, and she had no problem pulling her top open for every Tom, Dick, and Henrietta who asked to see them in the flesh. She kept calling them good and saying something about how she wasn't supposed to show them off except at Chris's place. I think it might be a strip club."

Jennifer spun half way around, grabbing and pulling Chris closer to her as she whispered a growl, "Fuck, it's her. It's Angel!"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

It was Angel! Chris nodded to Jennifer and spun back to Ashley. “Please! Do you have any idea how to find her?”

He looked at Jennifer again, concern etched across his face, before looking back at the cheerleader. “We’re worried about her.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Please! Do you have any idea how to find her?”

It was obvious to Ashley that these two knew Angel more than she did, but she still didn't know who they were relative to her. Angel had seemed a bit weird to Ashley when they'd first met -- hell, she still seemed weird, two days later! -- and the way these two had seemed ignorant of Angel's French-ness when Ashley first began speaking of her made the teen wonder if maybe these people we're cops or ICE or maybe even foreign spies. (Ashley had a bit of an imagination, obviously.)

“We’re worried about her.”

With a suspicious tone, Ashley asked yet again, "Who the hell are you guys?"

"Je suis le cousin d’Angel," Jennifer said in response. That seemed to catch both of the others off guard. She leaned closer to Chris and said softly, "Surprise, I speak French."

To Ashley, Jennifer repeated in English, "I'm Angel's cousin. You're right, Angel's from France, and we need to find her. Where did you see her last? We need to find her and make sure she's--"

"In my bed, this morning," Ashley interrupted. She caught the look on Jennifer's face, laughed, and clarified, "Oh, it's not like that! She stayed over at my house ... to sleep! Not have sex. Though..."

Jennifer smiled at the other girl's suggestive tone, and she understood the feeling because she, too, had wanted so badly to get it on with Angel, who of course, was Ashley, who of course Jennifer still wanted to strip out of her clothes!

Jennifer's brain was bouncing around inside her skull with a million questions, but the one that finally fought its way out was, "How do you know Angel?"

"We met at a Frat party Tuesday night," Ashley began. "My folks are away, at my gramma's house. She had surgery. I was going to stay at a friends, but ... well, I dunno what happened. I sorta ... well, I lost the whole weekend. Five days, actually. The last thing I remember was being at school Friday at Cheer practice, and the next thing I knew Angel was pulling me out of a party Tuesday night. My parents were pissed that I didn't answer my phone, but some friends told them they saw me at the river Sunday, which didn't make any sense because I don't remember going to the river, but, whatever."

Again, Jennifer leaned in close to Chris and whispered regarding Tuesday night, "After you and Angel did you-know-what with my body, and then you fell asleep and she made the switch back."

Ashley's eyes opened wider as she asked, "What?"

"Nothing, nothing ... not important," Jennifer told her, "go on. What happened after Angel got you away from the party?"

Ashley shrugged. "She told me that someone had slipped me something in a drink and that that was why I didn't remember anything about the weekend ... but that she'd been with me the whole time and no one had done anything to me ... you know, raped me or filmed me naked doing all kinds of freaky shit for the internet or anything like that."

In a sincere tone she said, "I don't know why, but I believe her. You know, there's something about her that makes you trust her, even if you don't know her."

Ashley laughed suddenly, looking between the two of them as she said, "She loves to show off her tits, though, doesn't she?"

Jennifer looked to Chris with a smile, whispering, "Yeah, that's Angel."

"Hey, my ride just left, and I forgot my cell at home this morning," Ashley told the two. "If you could give me a ride home..."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris whispered back to Jennifer, “It’s got to be her!” Then he turned back to Ashley. “Yes! We’d love to!”

It relieved Chris to hear how little impact Angel’s inadvertent abduction had had on Ashley’s life. The girl seemed smart and sweet, and she didn’t need the kind of disruption that disappearing for days could have easily been for her. He and Jennifer led her to his car, and then they followed Ashley’s directions for the short drive to her house. It was a large, new house, as Chris had expected since Washington High was in a nice neighborhood.

Ashley opened the door to reveal Angel, who immediately ran outside and practically tackled Chris to the ground. Despite the fact that she was in a new body, Chris could just feel that it was Angel. Her joy, innocence, and warmth came through, even on a strange new face.

With her arms around her neck, Chris just looked down at her and smiled. He leaned forward to press his forehead against hers.

“I missed you.”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel practically shrieked with joy at the sight of Chris, slamming into him as she also spotted Jennifer and shrieked again, calling out with a very genuine French accent, "Si bon, si bon, si bon de vous revoir tous les deux!"

Ashley looked to Jennifer for a translation, and the woman whose body was the second of three for the alien to occupy explained, "It's so good to see us again."

"Sorry, so sorry!" Angel said, her voice back to a normal ordinary American, "I don't know why I do that."

"I do!" Jennifer said, gesturing to the new Angel.

They would learn later that Ashley had offered Angel a different top to wear after the two of them had returned to her home, but Angel liked this blouse and had insisted on wearing it after she'd gotten in a post-Frat party shower. Ashley had laundered the sexy top to get rid of the alcohol, pot, and cigarette smell and given it back.

“I missed you,” Chris said as he looked into Angel's new pair of eyes.

She smiled so wide her head threatened to split in two. "I missed Chris, too."

And without any warning, she pressed her mouth to his in a long, erotic kiss.

Ashley looked to Jennifer, shrugging. Jennifer only shrugged in return, saying, "She's French. They do that."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris opened his lips and met Angel’s new tongue with his. It felt like a kiss between lovers who’d been together a long time and then parted, not a kiss with someone he’s met less than a week ago who was also inhabiting a brand new body. Even before their lips met, he knew it was her. He could feel it. God, he’d missed her.

Her new body was somehow even more gorgeous than Ashley, although he wouldn’t be saying that out loud while Ashley was around. More than her sexy new look, though, it was that it was her. There was just something about Angel that made Chris feel tingly and lightheaded, and he hadn’t even realized how much he ached when they were apart.

Their kiss was long, playful, and hot, and after they parted Chris kissed across her chin to nibble on her earlobe, then he whispered in her ear as he looked back at Jennifer with hooded eyes. Hopefully Angel wouldn’t be too weirded out.

“I think Jennifer missed you, too, Angel…”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel giggled as Chris's lips tickled her neck and his teeth nibbled at her ear. She pulled him tighter against her again, feeling his fit body against her new more curvy one.

“I think Jennifer missed you, too, Angel…”

She gave Chris one last quick but wet kiss, then bounded over to her second ever friend with he arms out wide, calling, "Jen-ni-fer...! I missed you, too."

And as the two began to embrace, Angel pressed her mouth to the other woman's just as she had Chris before her. The store clerk and former alien-intrudee was taken aback at first but then happily engaged in the kiss and the clutching of hands around bodies. She peeked around Angel's head to find Ashley's eyes and mouth wide open in shock.

"She's French," Jennifer tried to explain when their mouths finally separated and Angel repeated on her the neck kisses and ear lobe nibbled she'd just learned from Chris.

Ashley asked with dismay, "I thought you said you were cousins?"

Angel was giggling, kissing excitedly at Jennifer as the latter tried to clarify with a lie, "Step-cousins. My mother, her father ... cousins ... by marriage..."

Jennifer gave it up, realizing she was only making the situation weirder. It didn't matter, though, as Angel bounded away, grabbing Ashley's hand and practically dragging her away from the porch and into the house, calling back over her shoulder, "Come! Come! J’ai fait le dîner pour nous."

Jennifer moved up to Chris, translating, "Apparently, she made dinner. Did she know we were coming?"

They headed inside, and all over every surface in the kitchen and dining room were plates, bowls, and cups of food, enough to feed a family of 20, maybe more. Ashley's mouth dropped open. "What have you done? Where did you get all of this?"

"And how did you pay for it?" Jennifer asked. She knew something about fine dining, having a mother who was a professional chef. Looking at some of the very expensive entrees, she pointed out, "There's gotta be a thousand dollars worth of ingredients here."

Angel laughed, looked to Chris, and said, "A ... T ... M!"

She pointed toward the living room, and scattered across the couch and a bit of the carpeted floor was thousands of dollars in $20 bills. Reverting back to her old self, she said with excitement, "Good! Yes?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris thought Angel and Jennifer’s kiss, and Jennifer’s explanations, were hilarious, as well as sexy. He couldn’t help at laugh at Angel’s exuberance when she pulled Ashley into the house. When Jennifer asked him if Angel knew they were coming, Chris just shrugged.

“I’ve given up trying to guess what Angel knows and doesn’t know.” He was just along for the ride. He wasn’t sure how “along for the ride” he was about all the money sitting around the living room. He would really need to try again to explain capitalism to Angel.

“I’m not sure it is good, Angel.”

He walked over to her and gently squeezed her arm in reassurance.

“But we’ll talk about it. It’s going to be okay.”

He looked out at all the food. There was nothing they could do about the spending now.

“I think we should eat, because it’s here and it looks amazing. Then,” he pointed to himself, Jennifer, and Angel. “At least the three of us need to talk.”

Then Chris picked up a plate and started digging in. The food was amazing, and more exotic and refined than he’d ever really had before. He hummed in appreciation with every bite, smiling at Angel whenever they made eye contact.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“I’m not sure it is good, Angel,” Chris said about the thousands of dollars spread out over the furniture and floor. Her happy expression faded and her bottom lip pressed outward, but he came to her and reassured her, “But we’ll talk about it. It’s going to be okay.”

And like that, she was happy-go-lucky Angel again ... only, in an unfamiliar body.

As they launched into the massive meal, Jennifer asked, "Angel, did you really cook all of this? How did you know? How did you learn this?"

Ashley took the lead on answering that question. "When we got her after the party, she saw my computer and asked if she would watch the internet ... and I'm not joking when I say that she has sat her for almost two days and done nothing but watch French language videos, anything and everything, but especially cooking shows."

Ashley gestured her hands about the food and said, "But none of this was here when I left for school this morning. She did all of this herself."

She looked to the kitchen floor and found delivery bags from more than 6 grocery and exotic food delivery services across town. Ashley shrugged, saying, "I had no idea when I met her that she was like this, did you?"

Jennifer only laughed, so hard and so quick that a bit of what she was eating flew out onto the table. She apologized and looked to Chris, asking expectantly, "You want to handle this one?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris laughed and shook his head. “I definitely didn’t, but I’ll let Angel decide if she wants to tell you how we met.”

He smiled and popped another shrimp in his mouth, swallowing it right before there was a knock on the door. He looked at Ashley, who didn’t immediately seem like she was expecting anyone, and then he looked at the door. The glass in the center was frosted, but it wasn't hard to make out the black suit and tie on the other side.

“Shit,” he whispered, looking at Angel and Jennifer. “Run? Hide?”

He thought about it a second. “We need to hide.”

He reached out to touch Ashley’s hand. “Please! Don’t let him know we’re here!”

Then he took Jennifer and Angel by the hands and tried to disappear deeper into the large house.

As they rounded a corner, he heard the door open and two other voices start speaking to Ashley.

A male voice said, “Ma’am, we need to speak to you about a group of fugitives we’ve been tracking.”


It was followed by a female voice. “Is there anyone else in this house? Who does the car in your driveway belong to?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Days earlier, Angel had detected the people they'd begun calling the Men In Black while they'd been sitting in their cars at the intersections down the street from Chris's home. She didn't detect this time, though, until they were ascending the steps to Ashley's front door; she couldn't know it, but she would have needed more time in her current body to fully develop her sense of detection.

As Angel's eyes opened wide and she sat up taller in her chair, Chris was already saying in surprise, “Shit.”

A moment later, Angel and her two friends were fleeing while her new friend was answering the door.

“Ma’am, we need to speak to you about a group of fugitives we’ve been tracking.”

"Fugitives?" Ashley asked with a sincere tone, not having any idea at all that her trio of house guests were anything more than just strangers who were a bit strange, too.

“Is there anyone else in this house?” a second MIB asked, this one a woman. “Who does the car in your driveway belong to?”

Ashley was the fast on her feet kind of thinker. She could see by the suits and body language that these people were some sort of State of Federal Authority, and she had a pretty good idea that she already knew that the car belonged to her house guest. She answered, "It belongs to my cousin, Chris. He's in Cincinnati with my parents. My gramma is sick, and the three of them--"

"That's her!"

The third voice came from an agent just beyond the other two, both of whom had crowded up into the door. Before Ashley knew what was happening, the male and woman before her had her tightly in their hands. She screamed out, "What are you doing! Let me go! Let me the fuck go! You can't do this!"

But the pair of strong agents easily hauled her out the door as the one who'd identified her called to other agents still out side, "Search the house! You two, go around to the back."

At the top of her lungs, Ashley cried out, "Blackberry wine! Blackberry wine! Blackberry wine!"

Back in the house, the new Angel -- who was wearing an expression of deep panic and fear -- looked to her friends for a moment of silence, then donned an expression of recollection. "Blackberry wine! Come with me!"

She fled down the hall, around a corner, and through a door. A set of stairs descended to a basement, which Angel illuminated simply by waving her hand in the air near a bulb. At the bottom, she turned for what appeared to be a peg board wall of tools and hobby equipment. But she grabbed one side of it and pulled open a secret door, leading Chris and Jennifer into a small room in which Ashley's parents were brewing -- what else -- blackberry wine.

She waved her hand again, and the light behind them went out. She pulled her friends to her, clutching them as she trembled and whispered, "Not good?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris huddled in the dark, frustrated that he couldn’t think of anything to do for Ashley. She was innocent in all this, whatever this was. Maybe...Maybe it would be okay if Angel could find her later. Maybe if he knew they could save her then he wouldn’t hate himself so much for not running out right now to get taken, too.

“Angel,” he whispered desperately, “will you be able to find where they’re taking her?”











Ashley would find herself dragged to a large, black van. The doors would be opened to reveal two long benches, one down each side of the cab. She was lifted up by the two agents and placed on one of the benches, her wrist cuffed by a long chain to an iron bar built into the chassis.

“So she’s the host?” the woman asked.

The man shrugged. “That’s what Wilson said.” He slammed one of the doors, making the vehicle shake. “Let’s get out of here, Lee. The others’ll find her friends. We’ll take the host back to Blackstone.”

The woman climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. “Get in, Davies.”

With that, one of the several vans parked outside drove away with Angel handcuffed in the back. Meanwhile, several other suits circled the house.