You're not sure why, exactly, the girl from space decided to crash in your backyard. Really, there were acres of empty land out there.
But it was your backyard, so it was your problem.
Pulling the chocolate-skinned girl out of the smoking crater was easier than you thought it would be—you'd vaguely heard that meteor impacts usually made, like, lava, or something?
Either way, you get the (unscathed) girl out of the dust and debris and into bed.
You thought you'd take the reveal that magic was real with a bit more alarm, but… nothing really touches you anymore.
You sleep on the couch, that night. For some reason, the girl's face lingers in your vision, after you close your eyes. Peaceful. Happy, almost, even after whatever led her to crash here.
The nightmares don't come that night. Still, you wake up early.
Before the space girl, at least. In the morning light, you could see her properly.
Her hair was cream-white, to match her… space suit? Leotard? You didn't quite know what to call it.
And she certainly lliked to accessorize. Maybe you should have removed those, before putting her to bed—those bangles looked uncomfortable to sleep with.
Well, it was too late to think about things you could've done better. Or at least, that's what the therapist said.
"Ahem." You wake her gently, a tap on the shoulder.
She doesn't jump—she doesn't even seem alarmed, to be waking up in an unfamiliar palce. Or if she is, she hides it well.
The woman stretches, yawning, uncaring.
"Hi!" she chirps. "Morning!"
"Oh, uh, good morning." You cough, your voice still rusty from disuse.
"Huh. This isn't where I landed." She glances around the room, analyzing. Sure, it was a bit… rustic. Maybe dusty, too—you hadn't had the motivation to clean for a while—but it was still home.
"Yeah. I took you outta there and into the house. Figured you'd sleep better here than on the ground." A poor attempt at a joke—it felt flat coming out, even. "And I wanted to make sure you weren't hurt none."
"Oh! Thanks!" Her grin is nearly blindingly bright—shining like the crescent moon. But there was something behind it.
"Are ya?" you ask, familiar with hiding hurts. "If I did somethin' wrong, you just gotta tell me."
"No, no! I'm great!" The twng in her voice is strange—while there was no reason a magic space lady couldn't speak English, it was downright weird that she spoke it with an Australian accnt. "I just…well, I want to thank you properly, but—"
"I don't need no thanks," you tell her, taking a step back, into the doorway. "If you're well, that's all the thanks I need." You turn your head as you leave. "Oh, but tell me if yer stayin' for a bit—I'll fix you up somethin' for breakfast." Maybe it would be nice, to cook for two again.
Despite your big talk, it isn't like you have much to cook. You break out some eggs that you bought last week, and there's some ham that you fry up, but it's not much of a 'Welcome to Earth' meal.
Well, you swallow your disappointment. Not like you were much of a chef. And the magic space girl had definitely eaten better than an old country breakfast, even if you did have all the fixings on hand.
The girl sneaks downstairs while you're busy cooking, and seats herself at the table. You assume that's a signal that she's ready to eat, and bring over what you've got.
"It's not the best, but…" you clear your throat. She was damn pretty, now that she'd fixed her hair. "…well, it'll do." Damn it. Hope she didn't catch you staring.
"Thanks!" Again, sheer bravado—she was nervous. Worried. Maybe even scared. Of what? You? You weren't a magic spac lady.
You settle down to eat. Maybe a while ago, you would've comforted her, or something. Not now. You just enjoy the breakfast.
Eventually, you come to a stop. She had, too. Just looking at you, gaze intense. As if she's looking for some hint of… something, in your expression. Some intent to harm.
"I don't have any women's clothes," you tell her, trying to shift the subject. "But I have a few big hoodies and shirts that should fit you. If you need em." You certainly wouldn't go into public wearing that. "I dunno if you got a, y'know, 'ship' or somethin'. Didn't see one. But I can point ya to town."
"You're nice," she tells you, as if casting judgement. You didn't figure so—not that you were acting much unlike how your parents would act. Or how she would act—no, no, don't dwell on it.
"Mhm," you decide upon. "Gotta go in to get gas anyhow—you could ride along." You didn't, actually.
She stands, the chair clattering as she pushes it back. Rounding the table quickly, she seizes your face with her hands.
You freeze, gripping your fork like it's a knife. A single thought runs through your head—what if her arteries aren't in the same place?—before you snuff it out.
Before you can ask her what she's doing, she brings her lips down to meet yours.
She tastes like milk chocolate. That's the thought that keeps running through your head, as her soft lips press against yours.
Her tongue delves into your mouth, exploratory, testing the waters. When you don't break away, she attacks again, with more force.
She's nearly in your lap with how hard she's pressing against you, forcing her tongue down your throat.
You're frozen—was this a space greeting, or something?
Either way, it felt good. Old coals being stoked. You kiss her back—though your passion is as rusty as your voice was, you give it your best effort.
You're not sure how long the kiss lasts—long enough for her hands to move away from your face to tangle in your hair, gripping tight as if she never wanted to let go.
Neither of you know which one of you is the first to pull away—but one of you does, a strand of spit connecting your lips for a moment before it breaks.
"Ahaha!" She smiles again—a full grin, like the first time, instead of the uncertain one. "I thought so."
You have no idea what that's supposed to mean, as your tongue darts out to lick your lips, searching for hints of milk chocolate.
"I don't… huh?" Your reason returns from the smoky cloud of passion, floating back to earth.
"Duh. We're friends, of course!" She says it like it's obvious. Okay. Magic space lady culture. Whatever. "That's what friends do, right?"
"Uh." You don't really want to make her feel stupid, or like an outsider. But she has to know, so she doesn't do that to other people. "Not here."
"Oh." She frowns, letting out an adorable sigh. "Darn! I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I don't mind." She brightens immediately,
Those words would prove to be the death of your normal life.
The space girl stuck around—her name was Sana, she told you. Why names came after the french kiss was unclear, but you weren't complaining.
She seemed to enjoy it around your house, at least. She liked the TV a lot—you suppose it made sense, if she had been in space as long as she said.
The other thing she loved was, of course, the stars. She said the reason she stuck around your place, out in the sticks, was because the city light drowned out the stars, which was nice.
You just wish she wouldn't be so… erotic.
The worst part was that you were finding it harder to push her away, when she gave you the once-daily tongue kiss when you met in the mornings. She was so enthusiastic that it was impossible to disappoint her.
Her affectionate gestures didn't stop there.
In the evenings, she would lean herself up against you, snuggling under your arm as you watched TV.
At night, she would drag you out to look up at the stars, and lay down n the grass, pointing each one out to you and telling you what they were like.
She did this, of course, while cuddled up at your side, her breasts pushed against your arm. You did your best not to be offended—it was just Space Australian culture, after all.
She still only had the one outfit, though you'd convinced her to at least sleep in something else—an old hoodie, bearing your college's logo and slogan—despite her claims about her leotard being 'self-cleaning'.
The problems came about a week in, when she snuck into your living room after midnight. You were still sleeping on the couch—momma raised a gentleman.
"Hey." The feeling of her breath on your ear wasn't unfamiliar, but it still made your blood pump fast, your heart pounding.
"Huh?" You blink, blinking awake. "What's up? Somethin' wrong?"
"Yeah, actually." She swallowed audibly. "Maybe it's an Earth thing, I dunno." She'd gotten more hesitant, about her… affectionate nature, after you'd told her that on Earth, people usually didn't swap spit as a greeting.
"What is it?" you ask, already knowing you'll reget it.
"Why haven't we had sex yet?" You choke, instantly wide awake. "Like, I know you say we're friends and all, but…"
"I get it," you say, trying to stop her.
"Do you think I'm ugly?" She gasps. "Oh my god! I never even thought that Earth people might think that!"
"No!" You snap back a bit too harshly. "I don't think that. You're… yer very pretty," you admit, glad that the darkness covers your flushed cheeks.
"But then, why?" Her question had a strange innocence to it that made it hard to refute. Especially when you were so pent up from being around her for a week.
"Yeah, fine. Alright. We'll do it." Even half-awake and fully horny, you knew this was a bad decision, but you ddn't care.
"Yay!" God, it was so weird te way she mixed childlike innocence with that erotic body.
On your way up to the bedroom—you had to coax Sana away from the idea of just fucking on the carpet—you find that she'd already shed her clothes, and was waiting for you on the edge of the bed, bouncing slightly.
Your pajamas are soon gone as well, along with your boxers. Your dick is already hard just from looking at her—skin shining in the moonlight, her hair let down, a cascade of creamy blondeas she lay back on the bed.
She's grinning that same crescent-moon grin, arms extended to take you into her embrace.
You join her without thinking—the feeling of her skin on yours is amazing. She's so smooth, so… you don't want to say loving, but it's the word that comes to mind.
"Ehehe!" She giggles as your cock presses agaisnt her soft stomach, proof of your arousal fully evident even in the dark. God, she was so cute. You lean down to kiss her. She's surprised—it was always her that initiated the kisses before, but you take her lips with the same passion that she normally showed plundering your throat.
A hand strays down to cup one of her breasts. You knew they were huge, but feeling them directly was anotehr thing—one hand wasn't enough to cup one of them, her tits somehow perfectly perky even though she refused to wear underwear. More magic space lady stuff. Well, you weren't complaining.
She pulls back from your kiss to whisper in your ear, breath hot.
"I've been waiting for this. C'mon, put it in already!" One of your knees pushes between hers, spreading them open—you're a bit worried about lubrication, but that turns out to be unfounded as you feel her wetness against your thigh. She really had been waiting.
You slide into her carefully, despite her enthusiasm. That doesn't last long.
Her insides are amazingly tight, her walls contracting around your cock like a vise, an intoxicating heat filling your loins and the space you were joined.
She lets out a sharp breath, but she's grinning like an idiot, and you are too, before you dart back down to kiss her again, taking a moment to accustome yourself to her pressure.
Your first thrust is slow, measured. Testing. Then Sana whines under you, a high, needy sound that sends your heart pumping, and you lose control.
You're not sure how long you spend pounging away at her depths. Nor how long she hodls you tight, begging you to go harder, faster, to love her more.
You just feel the ways her walls spasm around your cock, and the feeling of her lips on yours. The sound of your flesh slapping together fills the room, and your cock spears into her, filling her to the brim with your length.
"NnnaH!" She moans, breathless in your ear, and her spasms intensify, reaching a fever pitch as she orgasms beneath you.
You cum almost immediately after, unable to hold out against the unrelenting pleasure her cunt provided, her warm, soothing embrace, her lustful tongue…
You spurt thick ropes of semen inside her, painting her insides white as you nearly collapse, all your energy spent.
She hums happily as you pant her forehead pressed to yours in a strangely sisterly way, for the perversion you just participated in.
"I'm glad we finally have a normal friendship," she whispers to you as you try to recover.
You fall asleep like that, your cock still hard inside her, cum dripping from her entrance.
When you wake up, she greets you with a kiss, as always, and you enthusiastically repond, the way she'd been waiting for you to do for the entire week she'd spent here.
Of course, the sex doesn't end with that one night. Now that the line had been crossed… you end up finding excuses to cross it, over and over again.
Sometimes she'll jerk you off while you're watching TV, or you'll finger her.
A couple of times, she gets down on her knees while you're eating and sandwiches your dick betwen her tits, pumping them like they were a second pussy until you cum between them, then licks up the cum from the valley between her breasts.
Half the time you sit down together to watch talk shows, she's seated on your lap, your cock pulsing inside her, filling her with warm seed.
You're not sure why, exactly, the girl from space decided to crash in your backyard.
But you're sure as hell glad she did.

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Pub: 06 Sep 2021 10:28 UTC
Edit: 06 Sep 2021 10:46 UTC
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