Alien

Science-Fiction

I am a Fugitive from Another Galaxy–4-Finale

CHAPTER 11
We drove swiftly but safely into the city. I could tell that this had been well coordinated. Police officers stopped traffic at every intersection as we flew past stopped cars en route to the White House. We were checked by Secret Service agents several times until we were met by General Tobin and escorted into what I assumed was the war room. We were introduced to the President and shown to a large screen. I could see a large “blob” which appeared out of place.
DONALD, I MUST PUT YOU INTO A TRANCE IN ORDER TO DO WHAT I MUST.
“Okay, but I’d like to see and hear what’s happening.”
VERY WELL. I used my powers to clear up the images. There were many gasps when the Gorkon warships came into view. There were more than a hundred.
“Will we be able to repel such a number,” asked the President.
IF WE BEGIN TO ATTACK THEM WHEN THEY ARE 200 MILLION MILES AWAY WE WILL HAVE NO TROUBLE. ADDITIONALLY, THE MATRIX OF SATELLITES WILL CREATE A PROTECTIVE NET OVER YOUR PLANET THAT WILL BE IMPENETRABLE. I WONDER IF YOU HAVE HAD ANY THOUGHT ABOUT NOTIFYING THE OTHER COUNTRIES AND THEIR CITIZENS. IT MIGHT BE WISE TO MOBILIZE ARMIES AROUND THE WORLD JUST IN CASE. I HAVE ALWAYS FOUND IT BETTER TO BE PREPARED.
President Baxter replied, “I have asked to address the General Assembly of the United Nations and have informed them that there is an international emergency. The address will be broadcast all over the world. Today is Wednesday; I will speak on Friday morning. I think we will need several of these photos to convince everyone, although I have no illusions that I will be believed by the representatives of some nations.”
We worked at a fever pitch for the next day. Now that we knew where the Gorkons were we needed to orient all the satellites. However, just to be safe, we also scanned all other directions until we were sure the heavens were clear. They were—thankfully. When all our preparations were done I allowed Donald to rest; he was justifiably exhausted. We were removed to a secure location where he and Gina ate a sumptuous meal and laid themselves into a comfortable bed. There was no sex tonight. They held each other, said “I love you” several times and fell into a deep slumber.
They were awakened around eight for a shower and breakfast. After much discussion it had been decided that we would not accompany the President to New York to protect our identities. We sped again along the highway, this time back home. We arrived at the Provanos’ home just before noon. Mrs. P was there waiting nervously; she hugged Gina and Donald before they retired to their room. “I’m sorry, Gina. This hasn’t worked out the way I hoped.”
“Donnie, we’ll have plenty of time to celebrate once we’re rid of these horrible Gorkons. We will be rid of them, won’t we, H?”
(YES, I BELIEVE WE WILL. EVEN NOW THEIR MOVEMENTS ARE BEING TRACKED BY THE SATELLITES. THEY ARE FUNCTIONING AUTOMATICALLY NOW AND CANNOT BE INTERFERED WITH, AT LEAST THAT’S WHAT EVERYONE THINKS. IN FACT, I CAN MANIPULATE THEM VIA THE SAME TELEPATHY WE USE TO COMMUNICATE, BUT I WILL ONLY DO SO IF ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. RIGHT NOW I SUGGEST YOU GET SOME MORE SLEEP. YOU HAVE SCHOOL TOMORROW AND I KNOW HOW TIRED YOU BOTH ARE.)
“We’re tired, all right, but not too tired, are we, Gina?”
“Definitely not!” she exclaimed as she fell back onto the bed pulling Donald onto her. It was a pleasure for me to see them express their love for each other. There were times I missed my planet, but we had nothing to compare with the physical love expressed between two humans. Donald and Gina kissed and touched each other as they prepared to unite physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Gina ran her hands up and down Donald’s body before finding his hard erection. With surprising strength she pulled him up, his manhood to the seat of her femininity. There was no need to lubricate him; she was running with her nectar.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her core. There was tenderness in their love, but this was raw brutal passion brought on by the stresses of the previous days. Their bodies met—faster and faster, harder and harder—as they held each other. So hard was their sex that the bed actually bounced several times. I could sense Mrs. P smiling as she worked in the kitchen. Suddenly, Donald grunted loudly as Gina began a long silent scream. Their orgasms brought them to Nirvana, wiping away the stresses of the past day and night. Donald might have collapsed onto Gina, but at the last second he slid to the side panting wildly from his exertions. Gina too was drained both physically and emotionally. She held her love tenderly as they fell asleep.
They rose in time for dinner and walked into the living room to find both of her parents glued to the TV, something they rarely did. Word of the President’s speech had been leaked to the press with only the words “international crisis” and “planetary emergency” used. There was much conjecture, but like the ray, no real facts. The young couple begged Gina’s parents for permission to watch tomorrow, promising to go straight to school afterwards.
All broadcast television turned to the United Nations at 9:45 EDT the following morning. There was polite applause, but nothing more, when President Jonathon Baxter strode to the podium. He began his speech in front of a huge screen after making the usual salutations to the Secretary General and other UN officials.
“You will probably laugh at the beginning of my remarks, but I guarantee you won’t be laughing at the end,” he began. “I learned almost two years ago that there is intelligent life on other planets.” He was right—there was laughter. “If you look at the screen you will see how. Army officers had gathered at one of our bases to review a new weapons system. They did exactly that, but it wasn’t the system they expected.” He paused as the screen came to life, showing a bright blue beam appear from the right, obliterating a truck out in the field. It went on to destroy another vehicle. The laughter came to a sudden halt. “This was a demonstration by one of our citizens, but, obviously, this technology does not exist anywhere on this planet. We learned that the citizen’s body had been invaded by an alien being, a leading scientist from another world. With his help we built this device—the screen showed the ray cannon—which we used in a test to destroy Pan, one of the smallest moons of Saturn. Many of the people on Earth saw this and there was much conjecture as to the source and reason for the ray.
“Next you will see what happened when one of our scientists got the bright idea to tamper with the cannon. We had been warned by the alien that such an action would turn the ray upon itself. Seventy-three people died as a result. Now I want to call your attention to the next slide.
“This is a photo from the Hubbell telescope taken three weeks ago. It is pointed toward the Altair system. The next slide is the same view taken yesterday.” There was strong reaction from the large group of diplomats as the vision of the distant stars was obliterated by a dark cloud. “Our alien friend enabled us to break through this ‘masking’ device, revealing what was behind.” There were sharp gasps and expressions of shock from the assemblage.
“I have been told that these are the Gorkons, a warrior people from a galaxy far beyond the star Altair. Clearly they are not on a peaceful mission which might require only a single ship. We have been told that they live on a densely populated planet much in need of water. We believe that many of these ships are tankers. I personally believe that the Gorkons intend to invade Earth and steal our water for their own use.”
By this point the noise in the General Assembly had reached the level of a riot. Only repeated bangs of the Secretary General’s gavel restored order.
“Thank you, Mr. Secretary General,” President Baxter continued. “Over the past two years our government has launched forty new Global Positioning System satellites, into each of which was built one of the ray cannons you saw earlier. These satellites are tracking the Gorkons as I speak. We intend to attack them with a multitude of rays once they reach Saturn. We will attack until each and every one of those ships is obliterated.
“However, there is always the chance of a miss or a failure so I have ordered the Armed Forces of the United States of America to prepare for a possible invasion and I strongly suggest that each of your countries do the same. This is a time to forget our differences and pull together to save our planet.
“I must tell you that the ray cannons will self-destruct exactly thirty days after their first use. My government has no intention of using such a terrible weapon on anyone other than the Gorkons. My government will provide information as to when we will initiate the strike as well as a live television feed from the Hubbell once the attack has begun. Thank you for your attention.” President Baxter strode purposefully from the podium leaving the room in a state of mass confusion.
CHAPTER 12
Reaction to the speech was mixed from thankfulness for the nation’s preparedness to anger that the information had been withheld from the public until now. Most Americans, indeed most of the world, were in a state of shock. Until today the idea of intelligent life on other planets was just that, an idea. Now it was a potentially fatal reality, one that could threaten all life on Earth. It was a sobering day for many.
President Baxter returned to Washington to prepare for the attack, one that was planned to surprise the Gorkons. I had told the president that there was no concept of negotiation with them. It would be either total victory or total defeat. I was sure that it would be the former, but I knew more about what was happening than anyone else on the planet.
Donald and Gina returned to school, but hardly anyone could concentrate on their studies. Football seemed to be suddenly immaterial…inconsequential. The season was cancelled. Everyone was on edge until the week before Thanksgiving when President Baxter announced that the rays would fire on Thanksgiving morning. Donald and Gina (and I) were summoned to Washington. The Thanksgiving break was perfect. Nobody would become suspicious of our absence. Gina’s parents came with us; we stayed in a major hotel in the Washington area and were driven to Andrews Air Force base early Thursday morning.
The satellites had been deployed in such a way that half would always face the Gorkons. As the Earth rotated some would move out of the action while others would come on-line. Each cannon would fire until its target was destroyed. Then a new target would be selected and it would turn itself on once again. Energy for the rays had been collected from the sun and stored for months prior; I could tell they were fully loaded and ready.
We were greeted by General Tobin; Gina introduced her parents who were clearly nervous, just like the rest of us. President Baxter joined us a few minutes later and he greeted us warmly, but then he was a politician while General Tobin was a soldier. At 8:10 a.m. he walked calmly in front of the television cameras; we were careful to stay well behind them so we would not be seen. He made a few remarks and pushed the button, explaining that the rays would take a few minutes to turn themselves on.
Simultaneously at exactly 8:14 twenty bright blue rays streamed into the distant skies. A live feed from the Hubbell was provided. All around the globe troops stood at the ready. The government had informed the public that it would take more than an hour for the rays to reach their quarries and another hour-plus for the results to reach us. In spite of that people around the planet were glued to their sets.
The silence in the command center was nerve wracking until the results finally reached us. One after another the Gorkon ships were vaporized. The cheering and shouting in the room were frantic with excitement. All in all the attack lasted more than six hours. In the end there was only one tiny ship left. I took over, knowing that this was the command vessel. It would be necessary to destroy it to free my planet. I aimed no less than ten cannons on this tiny target. I didn’t think we could miss and I was right. It disappeared in a bright blue stream and then the skies were clear again. Sighs of relief could be heard throughout the room as I was sure were repeated around the planet.
I was surprised when President Baxter asked if I would speak to the people of Earth. I agreed on the condition that neither Donald nor Gina nor her parents would be seen.
“My fellow Americans and friends around the planet,” President Baxter began, “I think I should introduce you to the hero who has made all this possible. For obvious reasons there will be no video, but he has agreed to speak to you.”
THANK YOU MR. PRESIDENT. I AM ALTAIR-6759428-H AND TODAY IS A VERY SPECIAL DAY FOR ME. NOT ONLY HAVE WE DEFEATED THE GORKONS AND SAVED EARTH, BUT WE HAVE ALSO SAVED MY PLANET WHICH WAS ENSLAVED BY THE GORKONS ALMOST SIX YEARS AGO. I WANT TO ASSURE YOU THAT VIRTUALLY ALL OF THE PLANETS ARE FRIENDLY AND PEACEFUL SO I DOUBT THAT WE WILL HAVE A RECURRENCE OF THIS PROBLEM IN THE FUTURE.
I KNOW THAT MANY OF YOU ARE RELIEVED, BUT CONCERNED ABOUT THE PRESENCE OF THESE WEAPONS IN THE SKY. BE ASSURED THAT ONCE WE KNOW THAT THE THREAT IS TRULY OVER THEY WILL BE DESTROYED. YOU WILL BE ABLE TO SEE HORRIFIC BLUE EXPLOSIONS IN THE SKY. DAY OR NIGHT THEY WILL BE VISIBLE. I LOVE BEING HERE ON EARTH AND HOPE TO BE HERE FOR MANY YEARS TO COME. I let Donald know that I was done; he handed the microphone back to President Baxter who announced publicly that he was ordering the American troops to stand down from emergency status. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief once the cameras were turned off.
The president returned to the White House, but not before speaking to all of us. “I wish I could give you a medal or citation. I’m sure you understand why I can’t. Just be assured that everyone on this planet owes you one—a really, really big one!” He shook everyone’s hand and left. We were invited to Thanksgiving dinner with General Tobin and his wife. Dinner was great and the food was plentiful, but I could tell that Donald and Gina just wanted their lives to get back to normal.
General Tobin asked Donald what he was thinking in terms of college. “I’ve been looking at a few and I’m leaning towards Princeton. But wherever I go Gina will be with me. I hope we will marry by the end of the school year.”
“That’s interesting. Did you know that President Baxter is a Princeton grad? I’m sure he’d be glad to put in a word for both of you.”
“That would be great, sir, but we really want to make it on our own merits. Gina’s a fantastic student and, of course, I have a lot of help, don’t I, H?”
YES, YOU DO, BUT I MUST TELL YOU SOMETHING…RECENTLY I’VE HAD TO DO LESS AND LESS. I THINK YOU’VE FOUND YOURSELF. YOU ARE MUCH SMARTER THAN YOU THINK. HOWEVER, YOU ARE NOT AS SMART AS GINA.
“Way to go, H! I knew there was something I loved about you!” Gina was laughing after my compliment as she teased Donald. “I may be smarter, but not by much. I am smart enough to realize that I do love everything about you. You are the sweetest, kindest, most considerate person I’ve ever known…and soon you’ll be all mine.”
“I hate to remind you, but I’ve been all yours for years.”
“I hate to break up this love match,” her dad interjected, but we really do have to get back to the hotel and I’m sure General Tobin has other things to do than entertain us.”
“Actually, thanks to Donald and H I don’t really have all that much on my plate any more. Once the ray cannons explode I’ll be ready to retire. This whole episode has been too much for me.” We all wished him and Mrs. Tobin well and left.
The ride back to the hotel was a quiet one until Gina spoke, “This has been some day. I guess we all have a lot to be thankful for.”
“Amen,” her mom replied. Unknown to any of us General Tobin had phoned the White House as soon as we left. He had a lengthy discussion with the president. We made it back around ten and went straight to bed. All through the lobby we could hear the noise coming from the bar where everyone was celebrating. Apparently, they had a lot less stress than we had.
Once their door was closed Gina fell into Donald’s arms. “I’m so glad that’s over. I don’t know how you handled all the stress, Donnie.”
Donald chuckled, “By making love with you every night. Seriously…I wouldn’t have made it without you…and H, of course. I wonder sometimes if I had any more stress than everyone else. It’s been a bad time, a really bad time for the entire planet. Thank God we won and thank God for you, H. When I think of how many lives would have been lost…I just want to cry.” Gina looked up at him again then tiptoed up to him, her lips meeting his is a long sensual kiss that they both knew was just a prelude to their own celebration—the celebration of the day as well as their love.
Their clothes fell to the floor like snowflakes in winter as they raced to the bed. Donald had eaten too much and he burped loudly, much to the amusement of his lover. “Tsk…tsk, you obviously need an antacid and I have just the thing for you. Care to guess what it is?”
“Hmmm, it is really yummy and in seemingly endless supply?”
“Yes, indeed—feel free to take as much as you need.” Donald smacked his lips as he laid Gina on the bed, kneeling between her legs and spreading them wide. He leaned in for a quick sniff before taking a lengthy lick. He loved the taste of Gina’s nectar. It was only seconds later that he dove in with tremendous energy—energy that was directly related to the terrible stress he had been under, stress he had tried to hide from Gina. He sucked her entire pussy into his mouth causing her to jump suddenly off the bed and gasp loudly.
Donald was just beginning; he attacked with his tongue…his lips…his teeth. Gina, in response, locked her legs around his head as her breathing became rapid and irregular…as her level of rapture increased quickly. When Donald sucked her sensitive bud between his teeth and nibbled lightly, Gina exploded. Her body shook wildly and out of control. She had trouble breathing as the spasm rolled through her body. She was relieved when it stopped and she could inhale once again, but not as relieved as Donald who was finally able to escape her leg lock. He crawled onto the bed next to Gina as she recovered.
They held each other until Gina turned and held his chin, making a point. “I never want to find that you’ve kept a secret from me again. You were under tremendous stress, weren’t you?” He nodded slowly too ashamed to speak. “Why didn’t you tell me? Aren’t we supposed to be a team?”
“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I was worried. We spend so much time together I feel I know you like I know myself. I knew right away that something was wrong, but I wanted you to tell me. I’ll forgive you on one condition.”
“What?”
“That it never happen again…deal?”
“Deal!” Gina leaned over to seal it with a kiss. Then she moved down his body. “I’d better take care of this or it will be poking me all night.”
“You know the things you do to me so I can’t guarantee no poking.”
“Well…okay, a little poking later on when I’m horny for you again.”
“And when will that be?”
“In about two minutes!”
“Then what are you waiting for?” Donald rolled onto his back pulling Gina on top of him. Donald was strong; he lifted her easily moving her over his manhood. She opened her legs, welcoming him to her torrid core. Her eyes were closed as she slid down his rock-hard pole. When she was securely seated on him she leaned forward, gripped his head firmly and kissed him deeply, expressing her love with her entire body.
They moved together, Donald driving his cock deep within her, Gina gripping him firmly with her powerful vaginal muscles. They gave each other so much pleasure as they built toward their orgasms, but surprisingly they stopped just before. They relaxed for almost fifteen minutes before beginning again. It went on for more than an hour until they could hold back no more. Donald came hard, draining his body of all its semen. Gina came just as hard, her orgasm lasting almost a minute. She might have been physically injured had I not made Donald grasp her securely to his body. They were exhausted and fell asleep immediately, but they were at it again later in the night. I often wondered how they could get by on so little sleep. They weren’t Aquarians, after all.
CHAPTER 13
I was often amazed by the resilience of the earthlings. Despite the danger and stress of a Gorkonian attack everything was back to normal the following day. Gina’s dad drove us home Friday morning and we arrived shortly before noon. “There’s one big advantage to going out for Thanksgiving dinner—no leftover turkey! How about if I fire up the grill and make some dogs?” Everyone agreed so Donald trotted straight to the back yard. Since moving in he had virtually taken over all the grilling, relieving Mr. P, who was a less than enthusiastic chef, of the duties. Gina followed her folks inside, gathering the tools, rolls, and hot dogs before joining Donald on the patio as he was cleaning the grill with a long-handled wire brush. They kissed briefly before she dumped her load on the nearby table. She kissed Donald again before returning to the kitchen for plates.
On her return she teased Donald, kissing his neck and tickling him while he was trying desperately not to burn the rolls. Finally, he turned, looked her in the eyes and kissed her before picking her up bodily and carrying her into the kitchen. He closed the door as he returned to his cooking duties. Once he had finished he took the lunch inside and pulled Gina onto his lap as they enjoyed each other as much as they enjoyed the meal. Yes, everything was back to normal.
Exactly thirty days after Thanksgiving, December 28th, the skies all around the world were lit up by forty simultaneous explosions, exactly as President Baxter had promised. His approval ratings went through the roof and he was praised all over the world for his role in saving the people of Earth. It was a joyous time, so much so that an international holiday was declared. At exactly 8:14 a.m. EST—the exact time the attack on the Gorkons began—church bells and sirens around the world sounded around the globe.
I had always found Christmas to be an interesting holiday. Other than the religious significance the whole idea seems to be how many presents one could receive. It was an especially interesting holiday this year. Gina’s family was in the habit of attending Midnight Mass then returning home to open their gifts in the early morning of Christmas day. Donald and Gina opened their gifts, thanking the giver, usually Gina’s mom and dad, although they also gave each other several gifts, usually clothes or jewelry or other personal items. Just when they thought they were done Mr. P. found another gift under the tree. “It’s for you, Gina.”
She took it and looked it over. It looked like a shoe box and it was covered in brown paper as though it had come from a supermarket bag, which indeed it had. It was from Donald. “Donnie, why isn’t this in Christmas wrap like the rest of your presents?”
“Because it’s not a Christmas present,” he replied as Gina began to unwrap it. She gave him a look when she found another smaller box inside also wrapped in plain brown paper. Again she unwrapped and shot Donald a truly exasperated look when she found yet another smaller box inside. “What is this, the matryoshka doll of presents?” She attacked this box and froze when she saw the small blue velvet box inside. Donald knelt at her feet and pulled it from her. Slowly he opened the box, removed the ring, a one carat solitaire, and placed it onto her shaking finger. She had a tear in her eye when he looked up at her. Then he joined her on the couch and kissed her tenderly. “I hope it fits okay. I had a little help with the sizing from Dad who just happened to…um, borrow that ring you thought you had lost. I have it here in my pocket.”
Gina could hardly speak as she gasped, “It’s perfect. I’m so surprised. I never thought….” Her mother came over to look at the ring and hug both Gina and Donald. Her dad did the same and Joey came over to comment, “I knew I had you pegged right all the way back in ninth grade.” He shook Donald’s hand and hugged his sister. They went to bed; it was a magnificent day—a wonderful time for all.
It was also the time that I had decided to give Donald and Gina a present, one that would assure their success in life. I told Donald about the gift, but only that I would need use of his body for three days. A drafting station and small lab with a microwave oven were set up in the basement. I took control of Donald at 9:00 and released him at 4:00 in the afternoon. Three days later the project was done—Donald had “invented” a new solar cell, one based on inexpensive carbon with a simple production process, exactly like those used on the planet of Aquarius where silicon was in very short supply, but carbon was plentiful.
Donald and Gina looked in amazement at the small working model we had made. The next day they went with her father to a patent attorney who filed the application for him.
After the Christmas holiday Donald and I began work on an all electric car. We took an old Honda Civic, removed the engine and installed a number of the new solar cells on the roof. These were wired to four powerful DC motors and several large storage batteries. The big advantage of the new cells was that they produced four times the electricity of a comparable silicon cell at less than one-fourth the cost. The work was slow because of Donald’s involvement in basketball and baseball in addition to his regular school attendance. However, allowing me to take control of his body enabled him to work at more than triple his normal rate. My experience in engineering as well as physics made the work easy conceptually so we had almost all of the technical work done by April. We’d finish the paint, seats, and other cosmetics before the end of the school year.
Donald and Gina began to interview at colleges in mid-January; Princeton was first on the list. They interviewed on the same day, Donald going first. The interviewer, the Dean of Admissions, was extremely cordial, much more than Donald had anticipated despite his outstanding academic and athletic record. “You have an excellent record, Donald, but would you kindly tell me what you did to warrant a two page recommendation from our president?”
He was taken aback for several seconds before he found his voice, “I didn’t know he had written anything for me, sir. I did him a bit of a favor a while back, that’s all.”
“Hmm, a favor you say…for the president? Interesting…hmmm…what would you say was the high point of your high school career?”
“Well, the high point of my life was when my girlfriend agreed to marry me. We’ll attend school together. She has an interview this afternoon. The highlight academically came when I accidentally invented a new solar cell made from carbon.”
“Carbon? That’s impossible.”
“I have one with a small motor here in my briefcase. May I show you?” Donald opened the clasps and pulled the device out, placing it under the lamp on the dean’s desk. He connected the wires and watched silently and proudly as the motor spun rapidly. “I’ve applied for the patent and several corporations are interested. I’m also making an all-electric car using these as a power source.”
“That’s amazing; would you mind if I showed this to a few professors? I could return it to you later after your girlfriend interviews. She must be Miss Provano. I see you have their name on your application.”
“Yes, sir. I’ve lived with them ever since my parents died a few years ago. They’re wonderful people, which is hardly surprising considering their daughter.” The rest of the interview was more a series of queries about the solar cell than anything else.
Gina’s interview also went well, but ended a bit early when three engineering professors rushed into the dean’s office. “Gina, would you mind terribly if I showed Donald’s invention to these gentlemen. I understand very clearly that you’ll attend college together and there’s no way you’ll be separated.”
“That’s correct, Dean. Donald and I should be considered as a single entrant. I will tell you that Princeton is our first choice, but we are considering several other excellent schools, including Virginia, Harvard, and Stanford. Why don’t I bring Donald in? He’s right outside, probably more nervous about my interview than he was for his own.” She rose and went to the door, bringing Donald in with her. He answered the questions—yes, he was tinkering with a carbon cylinder he had extracted from a dry cell and had coated it with what he thought might be some cleaning materials. No, he couldn’t say what materials, but they were readily available. Yes, he had determined the voltage produced at 6 volts. “Six volts? That’s impossible!” exclaimed the Dean of Engineering.
“Feel free to measure it yourself.” He pulled a volt meter from his briefcase, handing it to the dean.
A few minutes later the dean returned it. “Remarkable…do I understand that Princeton is your first choice?”
“Yes, sir, but you should know that I will only attend school with Gina. We’re engaged to be married. We will not be separated under any circumstance.”
“We would appreciate greatly if you would cancel your other interviews. You are both accepted here. Talent like yours doesn’t occur every day. Do I understand that you have a patent pending on this? If so you will be a very rich young man.” There were handshakes all around, the Dean of Admissions advising them that a letter of acceptance would be out within the week. It was a major exception of their rules, but then Donald was an exceptional find.
“You’re an extremely lucky young woman,” he told Gina.
“No, sir…I’m the lucky one. Gina and her family took care of me when I had no one. It was her love that has driven me to this success, knowing that success or failure she would still be by my side.” He thanked them and left. Together, hand in hand, they walked down the steps to her parents and the long drive home.
That night in bed Gina asked him, “Are you really the lucky one, Donald?”
“Of course…I have you and I have H, but mostly…I have you. You’ve been with me through everything—good and bad—ever since we met way back in ninth grade. I’d be nothing without you.”
“That’s exactly what I’d be without you.”
“I guess we’re the perfect couple, then.” Gina nodded and led him to bed.
CHAPTER 14
Donald and Gina returned to school in January with a vengeance. Donald approached his final year of basketball hopeful that, at last, he could lead his team to a championship and he was determined that nothing would stand in his way. He played all three positions even though guard was his natural place. At just over 6 feet, 4 inches tall and 200 pounds though, he was tall enough and strong enough to play inside, as well. When the season was done the team had won the county championship and gone all the way to the state semi-finals before losing to a strong team from Central, a school with almost twice the enrollment. Donald had averaged 26.4 points, 10.7 rebounds, and 13.3 assists per game, what he told me was a triple double. He wasn’t at all surprised to earn first team all-county honors as he had the previous year, but when he was named the state’s Mr. Basketball and first team All-America by both the Associated Press and Parade Magazine he was astonished.
Donald also had an outstanding season on the baseball field where he batted .675 and fielded without a single error. There was considerable interest by several professional teams until he told them not to waste their pick. He would not play professional baseball at any level. The next four years of his life would be spent in southwestern New Jersey attending Princeton with his wife at his side.
Donald graduated valedictorian while Gina was salutatorian. They wed the following day, honeymooning in Bermuda. Gina’s parents were justifiably proud of their achievements. Donald was already a reasonably wealthy man at this time. Gina’s dad had invested his funds wisely, almost doubling Donald’s money in just under four years. However, that was just the beginning. There was a huge bidding war for the carbon-based solar cell with giant manufacturer General Electric winning. Of course, Donald had a huge advantage in the negotiations process—I could tell him their strategy long before they came to the table. While a student at Princeton he earned more than $100 million annually. He never publicized that he had turned down considerably more from a major oil conglomerate, ostensibly to keep the device off the market. Donald told Gina that he remembered something I had said years ago, “I remember H saying something about ‘doing good’ and helping when he was asked why he had helped me. I also want to do good.” In an effort to “do good” he established the Douglas and Judith Dugan Memorial Foundation in memory of his deceased parents to help underprivileged children get a better education or to learn a valuable trade. Over the next ten years the United States overcame its dependence on foreign oil as the solar-powered all-electric car became increasingly commonplace and the price of gasoline dropped to less than fifteen cents per gallon. Few people wanted to buy a conventional automobile. When used all-electrics became available as used cars the gas-powered car joined the dinosaur as an extinct species.
Donald drove Gina to Princeton in his unique car. He was stopped several times by curious policemen even though it was clear from the outset that Donald was not speeding. Mostly, they asked questions about how it worked and what those little black squares on the roof were. They were also intrigued by how quiet the car was. It had no muffler or exhaust system, no radiator or coolant, only the lightest power steering system and brakes. In short, it was a revolutionary vehicle. One collector, a well-known television comedian, offered him $500,000 for it. “Sorry, but I built it to own and drive. It’s not for sale.”
Despite the delays they arrived on campus a day before they were required to be there. Their marital status entitled them to live either off campus on in graduate housing on campus. Wanting to be close to their class work and the social activities, at least for the first year, they chose the latter. They breezed through orientation week acing all the placement exams although there were a few challenges, primarily at the freshman mixer.
Gina had grown from a beautiful young teenager to a beautiful sexy woman. At five feet eight inches tall and 118 pounds she retained all of her body from ninth grade—her flat abdomen, her round firm butt, and trim waist—with the exception of her breasts which were now at least a solid C-cup. Her shiny black hair fell well past her shoulders, hanging between those magnificent glands whenever she rode Donald to yet another incredible orgasm. Not surprisingly she received plenty of attention from the males of the class. She was asked repeatedly to dance, but always smiled as she showed the erstwhile suitor her engagement and wedding rings first and her handsome strong husband second. She usually led Donald to the dance floor where she slow danced exceedingly close to him even when the music beat at a rapid tempo. All that did was convince the boys how right they had been in trying her. Later at home, she laughed at the whole thing.
“Well, Gina you can laugh. You were the belle of the ball. I didn’t see anyone who wanted me.”
“Yes, you did. I wanted you…just as I’ve always wanted you…just as I want you right now and just as I’ll want you tomorrow and the day after that and…. Had the role of the sexes been reversed, I assure you the girls would have been falling all over you. You would never notice them, but I did. I think some of them were actually drooling…just like me.”
“Oh God, the whole dating and sex thing is just so silly…so stupid.”
“Yes it is, darling so come to bed and let me show you exactly how desirable you really are.”
“Okay…but it’s going to take some convincing.”
“I think I’m up to the task. Let’s go…stud.” That really made Donald laugh…”stud! Yeah…right!” Gina dropped all her clothes in a big pile, commenting that tomorrow would be another day, took her husband’s hand and let him down the short hall to the bedroom. Through some stroke of luck they had managed to get an apartment on the end of the dorm—fewer neighbors to disturb with her screaming. She recalled her mother telling her how much she and her dad would enjoy sleeping through the night now that Gina and Donald were off at school.
She entered the bedroom, threw her panties into the hamper and turned to Donald. She quickly removed his clothes and led him back to the bathroom where she turned on the shower. Gina took the soap and gently washed him, squeezing his muscular ass cheeks and kissing his nipples. She could see the stress of the mixer dissolve away as she licked her way up his neck, around his chin to his mouth. Her tongue pushed into his mouth to begin one of the most sensual passionate kisses of their relationship. Donald responded strongly, lifting her off her feet and pressing her chest against his. “Careful, darling I wouldn’t want to fall. Then I might miss out on making love to the number one stud at the mixer.”
He slowly lowered her to the tile floor, kissing her again once she was back on earth. I loved these little moments when they solved their misunderstandings and problems through their love for each other. “I think I might have overreacted.”
“Well…that’s what happens when you take the belle to the ball.” When Donald looked into her face she was grinning ear to ear.” One look and he was laughing. He had been right. The whole thing was so stupid and silly. Gina was his wife and she loved him. All those other guys were probably jealous of him—jerking off just as he was preparing to make beautiful delicious love to Gina. The water turned off and their bodies sufficiently dried, Donald led her back to the bedroom where he laid her onto the bed. He climbed in next to her. He kissed her gently, but, of course that didn’t last very long. Their passion rose swiftly as they clung to each other.
Mid-kiss, Gina threw her left leg over Donald’s hip and guided his cock, already dripping oodles of pre-cum to her slit and into her tight canal. They moved slowly, his thrusts shallow due to their position. It was clear after almost ten minutes that nothing much was happening. “Uh, Gina I….” She silenced him with a finger to his lips.
“I know…but just think…this way we can do it forever. In an hour you’ll be as desperate to cum as I am. I love you, Donald. I love everything about you. Now and forever, I love you. You are all—everything—to me. Now, should I continue or do you want to kiss me again?” Donald took less than a second to decide as he covered her mouth with his, her tongue with his as he slowly—very slowly—made delectable love to his wife. I was very happy. An hour later Gina moved on top of him and rode him quickly to an incredible orgasm as he bathed her womb in slick white cream.
There was a period of adjustment, of course. There was more work–harder work–but nothing I couldn’t handle. Despite my help there was most of all more stress, the need to succeed. Even though Donald had earned enough money to last several lifetimes during his freshman year he still felt the need to come out on top. Gina had the same concerns and the same stresses. Fortunately, they had each other. Their bond was stronger than ever.
Much of Donald’s stress came from competition between the engineering school and the physics department; both wanted Donald as “their” student. Rumors of arguments almost breaking out into physical violence reached Gina one day as she studied in the library. Two graduate students were heard talking about the problem as they walked past her table. She packed up her books and found Donald immediately. He met with the two parties and made himself clear, “Gentlemen, I will decide what course of study to follow when I am ready and all your arguing will only convince me to attend another university. I wonder what would happen if I were to call the Admissions Office at Harvard or UVA? Both were extremely disappointed that I came here. I beg you—don’t make me disappointed, as well.” At that, he rose and left the building, meeting Gina on the sidewalk. Holding hands, they moved quickly to their apartment.
In the end the argument was solved when Donald decided to major in math with a minor in physics. Gina, as expected, majored in French and minored in Spanish. She hoped to become a teacher even though she would never need the money. Like her husband she just wanted to “do good.”
Donald played varsity basketball, making All-Ivy several times. He also played on the varsity baseball team, but football was a thing of the past. After four years Donald and Gina both graduated Summa Cum Laude, but neither sought employment. Donald’s foundation had grown like Topsy with many Fortune 500 corporations signing on to support their work. Donald and Gina spent the majority of their time managing the foundation and their growing staff, but Donald also spent time in the lab. With a little help from “you know who” he invented the no-friction electric motor in which the magnetic armature floats between two like-poled magnets so that all three repel each other. This invention revolutionized the use of motors everywhere by virtually eliminating friction. It was also sold to General Electric for an additional minimum of $100 million a year.
It was five years after their graduation when Gina first became pregnant. Their baby boy was named Douglas H after Donald’s father and some unnamed friend of theirs. Two years later a second son was born—Robert H, after Gina’s dad and me. Their third was a girl they named Ashley, breaking tradition—they just liked the name.
I had to give them credit. Despite their enormous wealth they lived very reasonably. Not a year went by that they gave less than 90 percent of their income to their foundation or other favorite charities. Usually, it was much more. They had a large house in the same community where they had lived through childhood, but it was no mansion; it was just large enough for their needs. They had new cars most years, but they were typically a Honda Accord All-Electric and a Toyota Highlander, also all-electric.
Donald’s first all-electric was donated to the Smithsonian. Additionally, they raised their children to believe in giving to those less fortunate. Public schools were good enough for them and they would be good enough for their kids. They lived healthy lives, eating in moderation, exercising regularly, and only occasionally drinking alcoholic beverages. As a result their weights even ten years after college were virtually identical to what they had been in high school.
One sunny day in April Donald, Gina and I had a long chat; Douglas had reached the age of twelve. We all agreed–the time had come for me to have a new host. When we had finished they called Douglas into the study. “Doug, please sit down with your mother and me,” his father began, “I have a long story I want to tell you. You’ll find it hard to believe, but it’s all true. We know because we lived it. It began when I was your age in seventh grade. When I’m done I’ll prick both of our fingers and give you the very best present you’ll ever receive.”

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I am a Fugitive from Another Galaxy–2

CHAPTER 5
The week dragged for Donald. True, he was totally involved from the moment he woke up until the second he went to sleep, but he was anxious about the big scrimmage Saturday morning. Several times he awoke in the middle of the night plagued with a painful erection from his dreams of Gina. He rubbed off several orgasms every day. Gina assured him she was matching him orgasm for orgasm. Neither could wait for the weekend. Then, suddenly the big day was here.
The scrimmage began with Joey at quarterback and Donald on the sidelines. Both coaches were on the field—this was primarily a teaching exercise. Joey drove the offense down the field before the drive stalled at the 15-yard line. Donald watched the plays that were called, imagining that he was one of the ends and seeing how he would run each of his routes. Then Central took over. They were a much bigger school and were a perennial powerhouse. The two teams never played during the season, but always scrimmaged beforehand. The two coaches, Gina had informed him, were college roommates and had remained close friends since graduation. In spite of his nervousness he turned and found her easily in the sparsely populated bleachers. She waved enthusiastically; he reciprocated, embarrassed by all the attention.
The scrimmage had gone through two quarters when Joey called to the coach. They were in active and heated discussion for almost a minute and when they broke Coach Allen called, “Dugan…get out here for Davidson. Dwight, take a break.” Donald was so nervous he almost forgot his helmet. Now it was time for me to take over. I steadied his nerves and helped him pay attention as Joey called the plays. He played only a minor role in the first two—a run to the opposite side and a screen pass in which he was a decoy. Finally, his number was called—a slant route over the middle. The ball was snapped, he took two quick steps forward before turning and sprinting over the middle of the field. Joey hit him in mid stride and Donald caught the ball just before he was blindsided by the middle linebacker. Even I was surprised that Donald was able to hold onto the ball for an eight yard gain and a first down.
Donald was a bit woozy when he walked back into the huddle. Again, I steadied him; Joey called the next play, a run to the left for which Donald would be a key blocker. The play called for him to head directly for the middle linebacker, but I saw a way to gain an extra advantage. Donald veered left as if to run a route before turning quickly and taking the linebacker off his feet. Central’s coach complained once the play was over about the viciousness of the hit which had taken the All-County star completely by surprise.
“I didn’t hear you complain when the hit went the other way, Steve…just the breaks of the game,” Coach Allen called out. Donald was received with several smiles when he went back into the huddle. The rest of his fifteen plays took him away from the linebacker, but they shook hands once the game was over.
“That was a hell of a hit you gave me. How long you been playing?”
“Yours was pretty good, too. I don’t know how I held onto the ball. I’m only in ninth grade so I’ve been playing about two weeks.” The older boy shook his head in dismay. They shook hands again and wished each other well during the season.
Donald turned around to find Gina behind him. “Oh, Donnie you played so well. I’m so proud of you.” And then below her breath she whispered, “And I can’t wait to get you alone tonight. My folks are going out and they said you could come over to keep me company and protect me. I already cleared it with your folks.” She reached up and kissed him right on the field.
“Okay, Dugan enough of that. No wonder Joey wanted you in the game; seeing his sister, eh? You did pretty good, though—better than I thought you would. I’ll let you know once I see the films. Okay, get cleaned up.” Donald took Gina’s hand and walked toward the locker room. It was ten minutes later that he returned, barely dressed in shorts and a tee, still dripping from his hasty shower. He and Gina waited at Joey’s truck until he appeared.
“Great job, Donnie,” Joey called from the edge of the parking lot. ‘I loved that hit you delivered on Conroy. I’ve been trying to get back at him since he leveled me on a blitz last year.” He held up his fist for a knuckle bump. Donnie responded in kind and they climbed into the truck. Gina held his hand the entire way home. Once there she ran into her home to tell her parents all about the scrimmage and how Joey and Donnie had starred.
“I don’t know about being a star, Mrs. Provano. I made one or two good plays. Joey was the real star,” Donnie said modestly, but Gina shook her head, “Don’t believe him, Mom. Even Joey said he did great. You should have seen how he knocked that Conroy on his butt. Right, Joey?”
“It was a hell of a hit. I loved the expression on his face. How’d you get the idea to run away from him first? That caught him totally by surprise. That was the highlight of the whole scrimmage.” Joey was grinning ear to ear. They went inside and to the patio out back for some burgers and dogs.
“Now, don’t be bashful, Donnie,” Mr. Provano said, “You get in here and help yourself. You need a lot of food to steel yourself for the ordeal ahead.” Gina looked at Donald and laughed; Donald couldn’t have been redder. He had always thought that some things were meant to be private. Now his whole relationship with Gina was out in the open. Joey came up behind him and put him into a head lock. He was rescued by Gina’s mom, “Now leave Donnie alone. He’s obviously not used to this kind of bantering.” Then turning to the embarrassed boy she continued, “Don’t let this bother you, Donnie. We wouldn’t tease you like this if we didn’t like you a lot. Gina obviously feels even stronger about you, but her dad and I think the world of you, too. Joey…well, just ignore him. Now, let’s eat before everything gets cold.” She turned him over to Gina who led him to the table. There were at least a dozen burgers and another six hot dogs along with his favorite potato salad.
“Recognize that, Donnie? Your mom gave mine the recipe this morning. I hope it’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Provano. That was really kind of you to go through all that work for me.”
“Don’t be silly, Donnie. According to Gina you’re practically family. Oh, now I’ve embarrassed you again.” She hugged Donald and kissed his cheek. “What you have to worry about is when we stop teasing you. As long as you’re being teased you’re okay. Now, dig in.”
Gina took his plate and scooped three big spoonfuls of potato salad for him. Then she took two burgers, added lettuce and tomato and some ketchup before leading the befuddled boyfriend to the table. “Sit down, darling I’ll be right back.” She had gone before Donald even realized what she had called him. She returned a minute later with her own plate while her mom gave them each a Coke in an ice-filled glass. Donald relaxed and ate while Gina rubbed his thigh—a promise of wonderful things to come.
He and Gina spent the afternoon lounging around in the back yard until Joey called to Donald about a football game on TV. He was reluctant to give up his privacy with Gina, but she pulled him to his feet reminding him that they’d have all night together.
“All night?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you—you’re sleeping over…in my room…with me. I hope we get some sleep.” She pulled his head down for a quick kiss before leading him into the den to join her brother and father. Soon Donnie was critiquing the routes and blocking by the ends along with Joey and his dad. He was in his element, using his brain—actually my brain—to analyze the play. Despite his involvement he constantly paid attention to Gina, holding her hand and even kissing her cheek when she wasn’t kissing his.
Around four Mrs. Provano popped her head in to remind her husband that they had to dress for their engagement. Joey also left to prepare for his date leaving Donald and Gina alone. It took her less than five seconds to pull him into a long hot kiss, her tongue demanding as it wrapped around his. Her hand found his cock and five seconds later it was as hard as granite. “Mom and Dad are leaving around five o’clock and Joey is leaving around 5:30 then it’s up to the bedroom for us. I can hardly wait.”
“Me neither, but how’d you get my folks to let me stay over? Heck, how’d you get your folks to agree?”
“They both know we’re having sex together so there’s no big deal. My parents probably won’t be home until after two in the morning and Joey maybe even later. They don’t want me to be alone even with the alarm set. I don’t want to be alone either; I want to be with you and I’m going to be…all night.” She snuggled up to him then unsatisfied, crawled onto his lap while they watched the game wind down.
Her mom and dad popped in to say goodbye before leaving for their function, apparently a bar association dinner followed by dancing and a lot of politicking—something her dad seemed to enjoy much more than her mom. Joey stopped by a bit later, kidding his sister to be good and Donnie to be better. He laughed and hustled out to his truck for his date. Donald and Gina were alone in the big house. They were silent; there was no need for words. Gina looked deeply into his eyes, rose from the couch and pulled him after her. They raced to her room.
Gina closed the door even though there was no need and pulled her young lover into her embrace. She pulled back a few inches, held his head and looked again into his eyes, “I’ve waited all week for this. My doctor told me it would be safe so no condom. I can’t wait to feel your cock in my pussy and your cum exploding into me. My mom told me it feels great. C’mon let’s get undressed then I want to try something else before we make love.” She pulled Donnie’s shirt over his head and undid his belt in seconds. His shorts and boxers fell to the floor; his sneakers were kicked off in an instant. Donald turned his attention to Gina. He lifted her chin for a quick, but tender, kiss as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it off her smooth shoulders. He reached around her to unsnap her bra. Impatient to begin she dropped her own shorts and panties to the floor. She finally led Donald to the bed.
“I’m sure you’ve seen oral sex in porn. My mom told me how special it can be so I want to do it to you. You don’t have to do it to me if you don’t want.”
“Remember what I said about selfish and immature? If it’s something that gives you pleasure I want to do it. You’ll have to tell me what feels good so I know exactly what to do…okay? I think I might have been lucky the first time.” Gina smiled and nodded her agreement as she slipped to her knees in front of Donnie and sat him on the side of the bed. She led with her tongue, wrapping it around his shaft and washing it thoroughly. She took him into her mouth; Donald thought the feeling was incredible. No wonder it looked so appealing in porn movies, but he was troubled. He needed to do something for Gina.
“Uh…how about a 69? That way I can take care of you, too.” He leaned back onto the bed pulling Gina up with him. She jumped on top of him. “Oof,” he in said response feigning a horrendous injury, but Gina knew he was only teasing her, getting even for what he had endured all day. She settled in, her cute cunt placed exactly over his chin as she attacked his throbbing organ. Donald began by licking her thighs. He didn’t think he had ever felt anything so smooth. He moved his mouth to her labia. He’d done a lot of research on the female anatomy during the last week. It was as enlightening for me as it was for him. I helped him by reminding him of all the information he had accumulated. Gina had managed to get all of his organ into her mouth as he pushed his tongue into her tight little tunnel. He fucked her there for almost a minute before remembering about her clit. His right hand moved to her breast, rolling her swollen nipple, while his left pulled back the hood over her hot bud. He sucked it into his mouth and when he got it between his teeth she flooded his face with her ejaculate. Gina had actually squirted for the first time of her life.
Donald was ready. “Gina! I’m going to….” She just continued sucking and mouth fucking him until he blew his load into her throat. She pulled off a bit, taking the last two ropes onto her tongue. She swallowed, squeezed his cock to get the last few drops and licked him clean. She turned around and laughed.
“Did I do that to you? Oh, Donnie your face is covered with…something.”
“I think you squirted on me. It was incredible. I read on the internet that it sometimes happens when a girl has an orgasm.”
“If you thought that was incredible you should have been over here. I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that before.”
“Me neither. I’ve read about blowjobs…oh, sorry, but I never thought it would be so…I can’t even think of a word to describe how wonderful it felt. I love you, Gina. It’s not just the sex; I’d feel the same way if we never even touched each other.”
“Me, too, but I’m glad we did and we are and we will…again and again and again. How about pizza for dinner? What do you like on it?”
“I don’t care…whatever you want.”
“No…I’m the hostess and you’re the guest. Tell me what you want.”
“How about sausage?”
“YES! That’s my favorite, too.” She kissed Donald and reached for her cell. She ordered a large regular crust pie with extra cheese and double sausage. She gave the address. They had about forty minutes before the delivery. Eventually she pulled him up and into her parents’ shower. It was big enough for two so they shared the hot water and the soap, playing with each other’s bodies until Donald grabbed her, pulled her to him into a long hot kiss as the shower ran over their heads and bodies. They were both panting when the kiss was broken. Once again there was no need to speak. Their eyes said it all—they were in love.
They were still damp–Gina with just her outer clothes on and Donald still naked–when the pizza arrived. Donald had brought a towel from the bathroom to sit on. It was softer and warmer than the leather of the couch. Gina paid and brought it to the den where they watched TV and drank Cokes while they gobbled pieces of pizza between kisses. Gina reached over, massaged his cock to hardness and sat on it, her back to Donald and engulfing him with her tight pussy. “Ummm…best pizza I ever had. I don’t know why but it seems somehow even more delicious than normal.”
Not to be outdone Donald removed her blouse and sucked on her nipples. “I have to agree…absolutely delicious.” They looked at each other and laughed. Gina stood and turned around to face Donnie before sitting again on his cock.
“I think this will make sucking on my titties a bit easier.”
“Yeah, but the pizza will get cold.”
“Who cares? We have a microwave. It’ll get the pizza as hot as you have me. Oh God, Donnie I can’t get enough of you. I want you in me all the time. It’s torture during the week without you.” Donald dropped the pizza into the box, ran his hands up her back and drove his cock into her. Her heat and tightness were incredible. Gina began to rock. She placed her hands behind his neck for leverage as she rode his cock. Up and down she moved, rubbing her sensitive clit into Donald. I knew I wouldn’t have to do anything. Donald had cum only an hour before so I doubted he’d have any trouble with his control. All the same, I wanted him to enjoy every second. He deserved everything Gina would give him and she deserved everything he would give her. These two were perfect for each other.
They fucked each other for almost fifteen minutes before Gina began to shudder. I passed all of her reactions to Donald, enriching the experience for him, as well. Gina finally came, pulling Donald’s head to her breasts, as she had a massive spasm run through her body. She collapsed against him and Donald held her close to him, partly from his love for her and partly to protect her. She was totally out of it. After about fifteen minutes she was able to rise, taking the remaining pizza to the microwave. She returned five minutes later. “Sorry about that. I think I ruined the dinner.”
Donald just laughed, “Not my dinner. That was…you are incredible. That was the best meal I ever had.” They both laughed as they finished their meal. They cleaned up together and went back to the bedroom.
Gina got a washcloth and cleaned Donald’s cock thoroughly before running it over her thighs and cunt. “Donnie, my cunt is still tingling from you. I can’t believe the things you do to me. My mom told me that some women go their entire lives without ever having an orgasm from sex and you give me one every time…even when we don’t make love.”
“I much prefer ‘make love’ to ‘fuck,’ Gina. Dumb animals can fuck, but they can’t make love. What do you think about when we’re doing it?”
“You, of course…loving and taking care of you. Why?”
“It’s the same with me; all I think about is you. That’s why we’re making love instead of fucking.” He reclined on the bed as Gina turned on the TV. She climbed onto Donnie’s side and draped her leg over his as they watched yet another football game. Gina didn’t mind—she enjoyed the game and knew there wasn’t much of interest other than sports on Saturday evening.
Suddenly, she jumped up, “Donnie, you didn’t cum.”
“It’s okay. I’m not built like a girl. You can recover really quickly…much quicker than I can, but don’t worry, I’ll be ready again soon.” Gina was determined that would be soon as she rubbed his bare cock. Not surprisingly Donald reacted quickly. Gina noticed how it pulsed with every heart beat.
“I think you’re ready now, darling.”
“Oh, God Gina I think you’re right, but I’m so tired. That scrimmage took more out of me than I thought.”
She leaned down to kiss him. “Not to worry, sweetie…I’ll take care of you.” She climbed onto his body, straddling his hips as she rubbed the head of his cock into her slit. She was just as wet as he was hard. He slipped easily into her tight hot hole. Once again, Donald marveled at the sight of his organ disappearing into her. He tried to picture her anatomy…where his cock was going…what was happening within her body.
Suddenly none of that was of any importance as he was lost—completely and totally gone—in the sensations Gina was giving him. All he wanted was to make these feelings last, as much for Gina as for himself. His body reacted before his mind. He began to move with her long before his mind realized what was happening. Gina lifted one hand from his shoulders and led his hand to her breast. He massaged it gently and moved his other hand to its companion. He had seen plenty of breasts on the internet, but these were the very first he’d seen or felt and he couldn’t imagine any better. The skin was so soft, the breast so supple as he squeezed repeatedly. Donald loved her sensitive areolas and her wrinkly nipples were fascinating to him.
A rumbling deep within his core brought him back to reality. He looked up to see how Gina was doing. She seemed far from her own orgasm so Donald tried to hold back. He was almost succeeding when Gina whispered, “C’mon Donnie. I want you to cum. Explode in me. Fill my tight little cunt with your cream.” Donald had never heard her talk with such passion. He couldn’t hold back. He thrust his hips forward forcefully as he shot river after river of slick white semen into his lover. Sated, he exhaled and closed his eyes. Gina turned off the TV and joined him, pulling the blanket and sheet over the two of them. She cuddled close and joined him in slumber.
CHAPTER 6
Gina’s parents looked in on them when they returned around 2:30 Sunday morning. Gina had her head on Donald’s shoulder, his arm carelessly around her sleeping form. Mrs. Provano pulled up the blanket to reveal their naked bodies. Turning to her husband she whispered, “They make such a lovely couple, don’t you think? Donald is everything I could want for her. Look, he’s erect even in sleep…even after God only knows how many times they did it tonight. How nice for Gina. I hope he’s in it for the long haul.”
“Me, too,” her husband replied. ”I’ve never known a teenager to be so polite and courteous. And he is so smart. Gina told me he hasn’t gotten any grade under 97 so far this year and nothing less than perfect in math or science.”
“Yes, he does seem perfect for her. C’mon, seeing them like this has made me horny.” She closed the door silently. Donald and Gina slept on, but I was awake for the entire discussion. I, too, hoped Donald and Gina would be together a very long time. If I had a better mouth I would have smiled broadly.
A few minutes later Donald felt something on his left ear. He was about to swat it when I reminded him where he was. Gina had been licking and kissing his lobe hoping to wake him gently. He turned and saw her awake. “Doggone, Gina I thought you were a fly. I almost swatted you. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think my parents were just in here. I felt cold air on my body and then I felt the blanket up around my neck. Mom always does that, but I always put it by my shoulder. I think that means she and Dad were in here to check up on us.”
“Oh, I am so dead. Your dad will kill me.”
“Donnie, darling, nobody is going to kill you, except maybe me because you worry too much. My mom and dad know we’re fu…making love together. They’d rather have us here in the open than sneaking around with the chance of getting caught like in the park or some other dangerous place.” She ran her hand up and down his body, coming eventually to his groin. She rubbed his balls and hefted them in her hand. She kissed Donald briefly before moving her head down his body. “Maybe this will convince you,” she whispered with a wink and a sly smile just visible in the dim light. She kissed the tip of his cock causing it to jump and twitch. “Now, that’s the Donnie I know and love.” She kissed it again and brought her mouth over it. She blew onto it and took it deep into her mouth. Donald couldn’t help himself—he moaned in delight.
He reached to her sex, running his fingers through her silken hair en route to her wet slippery cunt. He found her labia wet with her excitement and his finger found her wetter and hotter tunnel. Once he had placed his finger into her he knew he had to make the most passionate love to her. He pulled her up and onto his body. He positioned her over his hips and she did the rest, engulfing his cock within the folds of her pussy. Donald was about to speak, but she put her finger to his lips. Her next movement put her hand to her ear. Donald listened closely, aided tremendously by my presence and he could hear her parents bouncing on their bed and moaning in delight. Gina leaned down close to his ear and whispered, “I’ll bet Mom got all hot and horny after she got a peek at your body. We have a lot in common.” She finished by placing her lips on his and kissing him with all the considerable passion in her body. They continued fucking and kissing for many minutes until Gina could take no more. She pulled back from the kiss and came—hard, a scream punctuating the passage of a massive spasm through her body. Donald pumped into her three times as she collapsed onto his chest cumming just as hard on the last, drowning her pussy in rich thick baby making cream. His orgasm passed with only a low grunt. He held Gina tightly, kissing her head and face continually until they were both ready again for sleep. Gina lay snugly on Donald’s chest for the rest of the night.
They showered, but not together, the following morning and walked down to breakfast hand in hand. “Don’t you two ever sleep? Gina, I think the whole neighborhood heard that scream. I’m surprised someone didn’t call the police.”
“Sorry, Mom,” Gina said with a huge grin. “You and Daddy woke us with all of your moaning. We were just trying to keep up.”
“Sure…keep up. How many times for you last night, young lady?”
“Uh…four for me and three for Donnie.” Donald was appalled by the direction this conversation was taking even though he knew how much they teased each other…and him.”
“Oh…Father Donohue is going to do a real number on you this morning. I’m glad we’re not going to be there to see it.”
“How are we supposed to get there if you’re not going? Joey is still in bed and probably will be until noon. I guess we’re not going either. Let’s have breakfast, Donnie…no church today.” Her mother gave her a “dirty” look and went to the hall for her keys.
Ten minutes later they were at the church. “I’ll be here to pick you up at eleven and then we’ll have another big lunch. I know how you have to keep your strength up, Donnie. Gina will probably kill you with love.”
“That’s okay, Mrs. Provano. There are a lot worse ways to go.” She and Gina laughed and Gina kissed him before they exited the Mercedes and walked into the church. Once again Gina led him to the confessional. He confessed to Fr. Donohue that he had masturbated and had sex with his girlfriend four times last night. Fr. Donohue sounded serious, commenting that this kind of behavior was dangerous in a casual relationship.
“But, Father I don’t think it is casual. I want to marry her when I’m old enough. She is the most wonderful person I’ve ever met.”
“And does she feel the same way?”
“Yes, Father she does.”
“Hmmm, you know that I cannot reveal what has been told to me in confession, but I will tell you this: I think you are a very lucky young man.” He told Donald to say ten “Our Father’s” and ten “Hail Mary’s” and absolved him of his sins even though he and Donald knew he’d go right back and do the same things all over again. Donald believed strongly in God and even in most religious practices, but he thought that Confession was mostly silly and out-dated. Nobody he knew took the promise not to repeat their sins very seriously, especially when it came to masturbation and sex—stealing, maybe and lying, sure, but never with anything dealing with sex.
He met Gina at the pew and began his penance, finishing just as the Mass began. He followed the words and sang as he always did. After Communion Donald returned to his seat, but Gina beat him and took his arm, leading him out the door. “I need to tell you what Father Donohue told me in Confession.”
“Gina, that’s supposed to be private. You shouldn’t.”
“I’m only telling you—nobody else. I told Father Donohue about our sex and about masturbating so much during the week. He told me doing that in a casual relationship was dangerous so I told him it wasn’t casual…it was serious.”
“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I told him I wanted to marry you as soon as we were old enough. He said I was very lucky. I think he was referring to you, but I already knew that. I am very lucky.”
“Donnie…you actually said that…in Confession? You’re not supposed to lie in Confession.”
“I wasn’t lying. I never lie. That’s one of the worst things you can do to a person other than steal from them.”
Gina tiptoed up to him and kissed his cheek. “I’d do more but we’re right in front of the church and here come hundreds of people…and here comes Mom. Wait until she hears this!”
“I have a feeling, Gina that she already knows.” The car stopped and they got into the back seat for the short ride home. Donald was shown to the patio where Mr. Provano was again at the grill, this time with a load of brats and sauerkraut, and Joey looking like he needed to be back in bed. Gina had gone into the kitchen with her mother. They came out a few minutes later carrying sodas and ice and wearing huge smiles on their faces. Gina came up to him first, kissing him on the lips and cheek; Mrs. Provano followed with a hug and a kiss on his other cheek. When her dad asked what was going on her mom simply told him, “Later, but I will tell you I think you’re getting that wish you mentioned last night.”
After lunch Donald helped with the clean-up and every time he went outside with Gina she kissed him again. It was almost two by the time they were finished. Gina brought out a beach blanket and promised they’d have plenty of privacy. They lay on the blanket and relaxed in the warm sunlight. Gina kissed him over and over, even when her mom brought out a couple of cold drinks around four. “I phoned your mom this morning, Donnie and told her you were staying for dinner so there’s no rush for either of you. Just lie here and have fun.”
Donald brought himself to his elbow and turned to Gina. “Why are your parents so liberal? They act like what we’re doing is so natural and accepted.”
“They’re really not, Donnie. Like I told you last night they know I’m going to have sex like almost every other girl my age—our age—and they want me to be safe. They like and respect you a lot—a whole lot—and they want us to be happy. That means allowing us to be ourselves and accepting us, too. You should have seen Mom’s face when I told her what you said. Want to guess what she told me?”
“Sure—I knew it. I knew that Donald was head over heels in love with you. It was written all over his face.”
He smiled at Gina and she smiled back, “Well, not quite those words, but the meaning was the same. I’ll bet I could make love to you right here and nobody would say a word.”
“No bet, because we’re obviously not going to do it. It would be disrespectful to our relationship. Any man who would do that to a woman obviously doesn’t think much about her.” Once again Gina sat there with her mouth agape until Donald covered it with his. She pulled him down and climbed on top of him before whispering, “That’s part of why I love you so much.” Then she kissed him again. They kissed all afternoon until dinner and Joey had driven him home.
CHAPTER 7
Donald started in the first JV game the next Thursday after school. Gina and her mom were there to cheer for him. Donald played well with my help, catching ten passes for more than 120 yards and two touchdowns. He also played defense—cornerback and had a key interception again with my help.
As my species evolved we changed dramatically. Not only did we become amphibious, but our bodies changed as well. Our extensive use of robots caused our muscles to atrophy, but in our case the space was taken up by additional brain tissue. We lost our eyes and ears and our sense of smell, however those senses were replaced by something we called, “The Sense.” We could “see” without eyes and “hear” without ears. All our senses were replaced by one that covered all our previous senses much more effectively and much, much more efficiently. I could see things happening even before they occurred—not days or even hours before, but seconds before so I knew where their ends and running backs would go before even they knew. Donald was always in the right spot as a result. When asked how he knew to be there he was truthful, as always. “I don’t really know. I was just there and he ran into me” or “I have no idea. It seemed like that’s where the ball would be.”
After the fourth game Donald was promoted to the varsity and his games were on Saturdays instead of Thursday. He was able to take Thursday off, but he always spent those afternoons in Gina’s arms and Gina’s bed. Nervous about her mother, he shook the first time until she told them to go upstairs and have fun until dinner, but Gina—try to keep it down…please!” Gina led him away for a long sensational fuck that always seemed to last until dinner. They arrived late every time, Gina leaking cum that ran down her leg. Yet nothing was ever said. Of course, Mrs. Provano had given her blessing.
Once Donald was promoted he spent every Friday night with Gina, but their lovemaking always ended by 10:30. He needed his sleep for the game the next day. To his surprise Donald played a fair amount in his first game with Joey passing to him for two touchdowns, one on the hook and go they’d practiced so long ago. Once again, he left the defensive player in the dust. On defense he sparkled. People could not understand how he could cover his man so closely no matter what moves were thrown at him. Even Donald couldn’t understand it. Lots of girls suddenly found Donald irresistible, but he paid them no mind. He was hopelessly in love with Gina. By season’s end he was a starter on both offense and defense. Unfortunately, the rest of the team did not measure up. Joey was first-team All County and Donald was third team. He was amazed; Gina was thrilled.
Joey also played basketball and he convinced Donald to try out for the team. Once again, I played a major role in Donald’s development. I saw how important it was to be able to dribble and shoot with both hands. Suddenly, Donald found that he was ambidextrous. Whatever he could do with his natural right hand he could do just as well lefty.
He became a starter for the JV, playing every position at 6 feet, 3 inches. He could handle the ball, pass, rebound like a maniac, and shoot. He was also the only player on either team who could dunk and he did it easily. As much as I had enjoyed his football experiences, I enjoyed the basketball even more. After six games he was promoted to the varsity. He sat on the bench the first game and might have stayed there had Joey not come to his rescue. Donald saw him and the coach talking, but could not hear what was being said. I did through my “sense.” The next day Donald was practicing with the second team. Two games later he was a starter at guard. He specialized in feeding Joey for easy layups. The team made the playoffs, but lost in the second round to a very deep and skilled team from Central. For the first time in months Donald had a lot of extra time after school. He spent most of it making love to Gina either at her house or his own. He was amazed that his mother was just as accepting as Gina’s.
Joey drove him home one afternoon and stopped in his parents’ driveway. “Ever think about baseball, Donnie? I think you’re a natural athlete. We could use someone like you.”
“I’ve never played, even as a kid. I wouldn’t know what to do. I have no idea if I can even hit or catch.”
“Fair enough, why don’t you meet me after school tomorrow. A group of us are having informal practices before the formal ones begin. You’ll be among friends; most of us played either football or basketball, or both. I could have Gina come to cheer you on.” Donald agreed–an action that would change our relationship forever.
Donald showed up the next afternoon dressed in sweats. He wore sneakers instead of spikes and borrowed a glove from Joey. He found he was able to field fairly easily, especially if in the outfield. Then he went up to the plate. Joey was pitching and the first three balls were outside. “I need to make a correction in my release point,” he said. The next pitch was an overcorrection. I could sense long before Donald or anyone else that this pitch was going to be trouble—it was headed straight for Donald’s head. I did the only thing possible. I expanded my body to completely cover his brain. This way I would absorb the force while Donald would be spared. The ball struck just above the helmet’s ear hole and Donald went down. He tried to get up but a group of passing teachers intervened, calling for an ambulance and the EMT’s. Gina rushed down from the stands in tears. Joey stood by, terribly afraid that Donald would be seriously injured. Gina phoned her mom who phoned Donald’s mother. Gina begged to go in the ambulance with Donald and was finally allowed when Donald demanded it. He was wheeled into the Emergency Room and then into another room for an MRI of his brain. I knew this would be trouble for me.
After the test Donald’s mother was called into the doctor’s office. Donald was told to stay outside with Gina. He was lying on a gurney wondering what was transpiring on the other side of the door. I knew and I had to act. I put Donald into a trance and completely controlled his actions. He rose from the gurney like a robot and I spoke to Gina, “Come with us, Gina. This will involve you, too.” The nurse tried to intervene, but I paralyzed her just outside the door. I released her once we were inside.
“Oh, Donald,” Mrs. Dugan began, “I don’t think you should be in here for this.”
“Trust me, Mrs. Dugan Donald must be here for this.” I spoke using Donald’s voice, but my voice was otherworldly: CONGRATULATIONS, DOCTOR. YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED WHERE MANY OTHERS HAVE FAILED, BUT YOU ARE ONLY PARTIALLY CORRECT. I AM NOT A TUMOR NOR AM I A CANCER. I AM A SCIENTIST FROM ANOTHER GALAXY MORE THAN FIVE HUNDRED LIGHT YEARS DISTANT. I CAME HERE TO EARTH TO KEEP MY KNOWLEDGE FROM FALLING INTO THE HANDS OF A WARLIKE PEOPLE WHO CONQUERED MY PLANET.
DOCTOR, I CAN SENSE THAT YOU DO NOT BELIEVE ME SO I WILL GIVE YOU A DEMONSTRATION. PLEASE TRY TO MOVE YOUR RIGHT HAND. He tried and tried, but could not. It seemed to be glued to the desk until I released him. I continued: MRS. DUGAN I’LL BET YOU CAN EASILY REMEMBER THE DAY I ENTERED DONALD’S BODY. IT WAS A DAY HE TURNED AROUND 180 DEGREES.
“Oh my God, I do remember. He came home, kissed me and went to do his homework. He never did it before, but he always did afterwards. He was polite where he had been surly and disrespectful. Was that you?”
IT WAS INDEED. I HAVE DEDICATED MYSELF TO HELPING DONALD IN EVERY WAY. I WOULD NEVER HURT OR ALLOW HIM TO BE HURT. THAT IS WHY I HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED. I WAS ABLE TO EXPAND MY BODY TO PROTECT HIS BRAIN FROM CONCUSSION. NOW I AM USING HIS BODY FOR MY OWN BENEFIT—THE FIRST TIME I HAVE DONE SO. IT WILL NOT BE NECESSARY TO SUBJECT DONALD TO SURGERY. I WILL WILLINGLY LEAVE IF HE WISHES ME TO. I AM RELEASING HIM FROM HIS TRANCE. I COULD CONVERSE WITH HIM THROUGH TELEPATHY, BUT I WILL NOT FOR SEVERAL REASONS. FIRST, AS HIS PARENT YOU NEED TO KNOW WHAT WE ARE DISCUSSING. SECOND, WHAT HAPPENS HERE TODAY WILL ALSO AFFECT GINA. SHE HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW, ALSO. DONALD HAS HEARD EVERYTHING AND WILL NOW BECOME A PARTICIPANT. ARE YOU OKAY, DONALD?
“Yeah, I am. Can I ask you some questions?”
OF COURSE.
“Wow, this is really weird–like talking to myself.”
YES, I AGREE, BUT THERE IS NO OTHER WAY.
“Okay…how would you get out of my body?”
IF YOU WISH ME TO LEAVE ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS GO TO WATER, PREFERRABLY YOUR OCEAN, AND CUT YOURSELF. I WILL KNOW WHERE TO GO TO ESCAPE AND YOU WILL BE FREE OF ME.
“What will happen to me without you? How will I be affected? Did you make me an athlete and smart? Did you make me fall in love with Gina?”
YOU HAVE AN EXPRESSION ABOUT A SILK PURSE AND A SOW’S EAR. SO FAR AS THE SPORTS ARE CONCERNED IT WAS YOUR ABILITY, BUT I WAS ABLE TO ENSURE THAT YOU PERFORMED AT YOUR PEAK, SOMETHING FEW IF ANY PEOPLE CAN DO EVEN ONCE. YOU DID IT EVERY TIME, SO YES YOUR ATHLETICS WOULD SUFFER. MORE THAN THAT, YOUR ACADEMICS WOULD BE MUCH WORSE. THAT IS THE ONE AREA IN WHICH I HELPED YOU THE MOST, ADDING MY INTELLIGENCE TO YOURS. I AM MORE THAN NINETY PERCENT BRAIN TISSUE. I HAVE NO MUSCLES AS YOU KNOW THEM. I WILL MYSELF TO MOVE AND I CAN SENSE THINGS–SORT OF A COMBINATION OF YOUR SIGHT, HEARING, SMELL, AND OTHER SENSES. I HAVE BEEN BEHIND YOUR ACADEMIC PERFORMANCE. MY IQ AS MEASURED HERE WOULD BE MORE THAN 800. THE ONE THING I CAN TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IS GINA. YOUR LOVE FOR HER IS SOLELY YOURS. I HAVE HELPED YOU DURING SEX—HOLDING YOUR ORGASM BACK—BUT THAT IS ALL. OH YES, I MADE YOU GROW IN HEIGHT, WEIGHT, AND STRENGTH. WITHOUT MY INFLUENCE YOU WOULD BE 5 FEET 7 INCHES AND WEIGH ONLY 140 POUNDS INSTEAD OF 6 FEET 3 INCHES AND 185 POUNDS.
“Wow! Will you always take care of me? Not ever harm me?”
ALWAYS AND NEVER. THAT IS MY PLEDGE TO YOU AND TO MYSELF. I WILL STAY WITH YOU FOR YOUR ENTIRE LIFE IF YOU WISH. I WILL BE HAPPY WHEN YOU ARE HAPPY AND SAD WHEN YOU ARE SAD. I WILL DIE WHEN YOU DIE.
“Then I wish you to stay with me. Is that okay with you, Gina?”
“Of course, darling. This is frightening in some ways. Are there any others like you?”
NO-NO OTHERS, BUT I AM PLEASED WITH YOUR CHOICE, DONALD. WE HAVE IMPORTANT WORK TO DO TOGETHER.
“What?”
SAVING MANKIND. I explained—I had sensed drones from the Gorkons in the solar system. The Gorkons themselves were still very far away—years away, but action must be taken now. I would need Donald and his dexterity to build a high energy ray machine. I knew the parts were available here, but I would be unable to handle the fabrication by myself.
BEFORE WE LEAVE HERE THERE IS SOMETHING ELSE I MUST DO. ONLY DONALD AND GINA WILL BE ABLE TO REMEMBER WHAT HAS BEEN SAID AND DONE HERE TODAY. THE COMPUTER RECORD OF THE MRI HAS BEEN ERASED. YOUR MEMORIES WILL ALSO BE ERASED—EFFECTIVE NOW.
“So, Doctor it’s like a miracle. Donald doesn’t have a concussion?”
“No, Mrs. Dugan, it would appear that the helmet did its job admirably. Donald, you are free to leave and return to practice if you wish. I personally wish you luck. I’ve followed your career in football and basketball.”
“Thanks, Doctor I guess it pays to have a hard head, eh Gina?”
“Oh, Donnie you’re crazy. You really had me worried and here you are joking about it.”
“I’m sorry…I really am. That was a bad joke. C’mon Mom, let’s go home. I’m tired and I need for Gina to put me to bed.”
I spoke to Donald and Gina in the back seat of the car using telepathy. First, I reminded them to phone Gina’s mom and Joey. I knew they would be worried. I also suggested that Joey deliver some clothes so Gina could stay overnight. Then I became serious. (DONALD, ASK YOUR MOTHER FOR A NEW TOASTER—ONE FOR FOUR SLICES. WE WILL NEED THE ONE YOU HAVE. LATER, AFTER YOU AND GINA HAVE MADE LOVE I WILL NEED YOU TO MAKE A LIST OF SUPPLIES AND EQUIPMENT.)
(“What are we making?”)
(WHAT YOU WOULD CALL A RAY GUN. WE WILL NEED TO DEMONSTRATE IT TO YOUR ARMED FORCES. I DOUBT WE WILL GET FAR THROUGH NORMAL CIRCLES SO WE WILL HAVE TO DO SOMETHING DRAMATIC THAT WILL DESTROY SOME EQUIPMENT BUT NOT INJURE ANYONE. I AM SAVING THAT FOR THE GORKONS.)
(“Can Gina help us?”)
(SORRY, BUT I THINK THAT WOULD BE A BAD IDEA. I WILL PUT YOU INTO A TRANCE LIKE EARLIER SO YOU WILL HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE DOING. I WILL CONTROL YOUR ACTIONS AND MUCH MORE EFFECTIVELY THAN YOU COULD IF YOU WERE CONSCIOUS. YOU WILL SERVE AS MY ROBOT. THAT WAY–IF THINGS GO BADLY AND THE DEVICE FALLS INTO THE WRONG HANDS–THEY WILL NOT BE ABLE TO GET ANYTHING FROM YOU. IF THAT HAPPENS I WILL KILL MYSELF TO PROTECT YOU.)
(“I hope that never happens.”)
( YES, SO DO I. I HAVE ENJOYED OUR ADVENTURES TOGETHER. I ALSO APPROVE OF YOUR CHOICE…OF GINA. SHE IS PERFECT FOR YOU. NEVER LET HER GO.) Gina took Donald’s arm in her grasp and leaned up to kiss him.
“Don’t worry Donnie, I’m never leaving you. You’re stuck with me forever.” She took her cell phone and phoned her mom, “Hi, Mom. We’re on the way home. Donnie is fine, but I’m going to spend the night with him to make sure. Yes, I’ll make sure we get some sleep. Please tell Joey and ask him to drop off some clothes for tomorrow. No, Mom you know already that I won’t need any PJ’s, but my tooth and hair brushes would be appreciated. Okay, thanks, I’ll tell him.
“Donnie, Joey was in tears when he got home. He thinks of you as a brother and one of these days he will be.”
“Thanks, Gina that means a lot. I’ll tell him when he brings your clothes. Mom, would you buy a new toaster…one for four slices? I need the old one for a project and I’d like half the garage for a workshop. I’ll only need it for a few days.”
“Okay, Donald, but I wish you would find something cheaper for your science projects in the future.”
“Thanks, Mom I will.”
Mrs. Dugan pulled into the driveway just as his dad was getting out of his truck. “I came as soon as I could. How is Donald? Oh, hi Gina…I’m so glad you’re here.”
Gina gave him a hug and helped pull Donald from the back seat. “He’s perfectly okay except for being a little tired and very horny.”
“In other words…just like every other day. Go on upstairs and take care of each other. I’ll have Mom call for some pizza in an hour or so. You’ll have plenty of time.” Gina took Donald by the hand and led him upstairs to his room. She undressed him and laid him into the bed before dropping her clothes onto the chair and joining him. She deliberately rubbed her skin against his, knowing how much he loved that.
“Gee, Gina I wish I had a bigger bed.”
She grinned, “I don’t. This way I’ll be really close to you all night, but just remember we do have school tomorrow so homework after dinner then making love and then bed…and no fooling around!”
“Yes, Ma’am!”
She placed her head on his shoulder and a tear fell from her eye. “Donnie, I was so worried. I was praying the whole time you were having that MRI. I’m glad everything worked out so well, but it feels funny knowing that there are three of us here.”
(REMEMBER GINA…I HAVE BEEN HERE EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU HAVE BEEN TOGETHER. THINK OF ME AS A FACILITATOR—SOMEONE WHO MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER FOR YOU, BUT MOSTLY JUST IGNORE MY PRESENCE. I WILL ONLY TAKE ACTION WHEN OR IF IT IS NECESSARY. YOU TWO KNOW WHAT TO DO SO I THINK I WILL TAKE A REST AND COMPILE MY LIST FOR LATER.)
(What do we call you?) Gina asked.
(MY NAME IS ALTAIR-6759428-H, BUT THAT SEEMS A BIT LONG, DON’T YOU THINK?)
(YES!!) They answered together. Then Donald spoke for the first time. Speaking aloud he said, “I think we should call you ‘H,’ would that be okay with you?”
(PERFECT! NOW I THINK YOU SHOULD GET TO WORK, DON’T YOU?)
“Yes, I agree. You just lie back Donnie. Let me take care of you. You’re always taking such good care of me. Tonight is for you.” She moved down, sucking his lower lip between hers as she initiated a long hot kiss. Her tongue slipped into his open mouth. Donald groaned as she rubbed her soft breasts into his chest. He reacted strongly, hardening in seconds as Gina moved onto his body. She held his head tenderly as she kissed his face. I did love this woman—not in the same way as Donald, to be sure, but she was just what the doctor ordered. She always knew exactly what he needed and, more importantly, she always gave it to him. Sliding back down his body she wrapped his cock in her pussy. Her upper body remained still, but her hips drove Donald crazy. As they moved together I heard an interesting conversation in the kitchen.
“Ah…I see that Gina has taken matters in hand. She is a wonder…a fast worker and so good for Donald.”
“Yeah,” replied his dad, “a fast worker, just like someone else I know.”
“Why, Douglas does that mean you want something from me? In the middle of the week?”
“Well, Judy listening to them all the time gets my blood flowing. How much time before we need to get the pizza?”
“Just enough…let’s go and tonight I’ll expect to see that talented tongue in my pussy for a change. I’ve had a difficult afternoon.” They tiptoed up the stairs and into their bedroom. Soon there were two sets of groans to listen to. Me? I was planning how to interest the armed forces in my weapon.
NEXT WEEK: Donald, Gina and I meet the president as we begin our work to save earth from a terrible war.

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Frontier Academy 6: The Yammix

Days have passed since Operation Trident began, and the Academy students have braved the harsh wasteland with little rest as they Battle the Frontier Clansmen.