7

- Sophia -

I feel totally great. Everything is soft and mellow and there are some insane tingles coming from my girly parts. My whole body resonates to it and it's total bliss.

I stretch luxuriously and lazily crack my eyes open.

Mmm. Nice and dark. It smells nice, too. I guess Melissa bought some more oil for the aromatizer. She's a pretty good roommate after all. And I'm totally horny and I appear to be having a good time with myself.

I flex my fingers and another wave of hotness shoots through me from my clit upwards.

Huh. My hands are nowhere near my crotch.

My sluggish brain tries to figure it out.

Then I have the great idea to glance down my body. I see something, but I can't be sure, so I check it out with my hand.

Ah. Warm and hard and hairy. And with something that feels a lot like ears.

Yeah, that's a head. Someone is giving me head.

I want to chuckle. A head giving me head. So funny.

There's less pressure from my crotch and the tingles from my pussy get weaker.

Oh no, you don't. I push the head back in there.

“Don'th sthop,” I slur.

I think as hard as my brain will allow right now, which is not very. Between the tingles and the sluggishness there's not much processing power left.

Did I pick someone up last night?

Did I go to a bar? Or what? Shouldn't I be focusing on finishing the translator device? The grant ... Professor Wilkins ...

A barb of guilt pierces my happy state and I want to think of something else. Luckily a delicious sensation from my clit overpowers everything else right then and I buck involuntarily. Whoever this is, they're good. There are wet sounds and squelches from down there as I'm being eaten out better than I can recall ever happening before.

I open my eyes again and look once more. It's pretty dark, but I think I can see some light hair down there. And the hair seems to shine somehow.

I let my hands wander down from that long, silky hair. Ah. That's definitely stubble. And further down ...

Muscles. Smooth, hard muscles. Just feeling it makes me jerk my body again as the guy giving me head does something wonderful and another little fountain of bliss shoots up through my pelvis.

Oh, this guy is good. Seriously, I've never-

Ah. I get it now. I've been orgasming for a good while. I just missed the lead-up somehow. It's a long, low-level climax that I want to go on forever.

I can hear myself moaning in delight and unrestrained arousal. My pussy feels red hot and dripping wet, and it keeps shooting wonderful sensations in all kinds of colors through my mind and body.

Then there's another sound – the guy is humming, and the vibrations from that are hitting my clit so perfectly I buck again and whimper as the orgasm gets stronger.

There's something pressing on my mind. Something that has happened. Something I should remember.

But I can remember it later. Right now, I'm climaxing and shaking and trembling and bucking and whimpering as the waves of hotness and pleasure flow through me. Nothing can possibly be as important as that.

I lose track of time. Then the humming slowly subsides, and so do the vibrations. I groan in protest, but I also feel that my clit is getting a little overwhelmed. I ride out the aftershocks and prepare what to say to this guy. He has to be the best pussy licker on campus.

I clear my voice. “Ohmigod,” I sigh. “That was sensational.” Yeah, he deserves to hear it. Maybe it will make him do it again. Soon.

I open my eyes again and look down. I have to see who this is.

He's getting up on his knees. Oh god that's a nice body he has. All muscle and maleness. And a good amount of hair, I notice. A very manly dude. So he's probably not from my university.

He looks down at me.

“Fuck!” I gasp, then belatedly slam my thighs shut.

That's not a human man. He has a basic human body, but it's all striped, and his face has the wrong proportions. I can't help staring at his eyes. They have a smouldering, red glow to them and my hand shoots to my mouth in shock. His ears are small and pointy, and his nose reminds me of certain big cats. And yet he's still clearly not a feline. He much more manlike than anything I've ever seen on the National Geographic channel. But yeah, he's an alien.

The only thing that prevents me from yelping and drawing away is that he has just given me the orgasm of a lifetime, so he can't be all bad. Oh, and also that I have to be paralyzed with shock.

I check. Nope. Not paralyzed. I actually don't mind this too much. It's all new, but I'm not shocked.

I quickly look around.

This is a cave. And that is a pool with more water falling into it from high above. It comes from-

My breath catches in my throat as all the recent events suddenly explode into my mind. The abduction! The hijacking attempt! The tuna can! The not-dactyls and the sophiasaurus and the stream of water with the slippery bottom! The tunnel! The pool! Then I whimper. Alesya!

The gun!

My hand flies to my pocket, but my jeans are halfway off and I hurriedly pull my soaking wet panties and my jeans up again. For a second I worry about whether I was clean down there. That leaf wasn't the best tissue I've tried. But of course the water will have helped with that.

I get the gun and then don't know what to do with it. The guy is on his knees next to me, just looking me up and down and grunting at the back of his throat with a tone that sounds like enthusiastic approval. I don't want to point the gun at him. I mean, he might think I want to kill him. Or he might not know what it is.

I calmly scoot a couple of feet away from him. I have to catch my bearings before I want to get too close to him again.

He doesn't seem to mind and just looks at me calmly. For a guy with glowing coal for eyes he has a pretty good face, and I don't detect any animosity in them.

“Yeah, so,” I begin, then lose myself in a coughing fit. I did almost drown not too long ago.

“Okay,” I start again, wiping some coughing tears off my cheek. “I just have to think for a moment. You must have saved my life, yes? Pulled me out of that pool?”

He just looks at me and tilts his head to one side like you do when you go awwww over an adorable baby. Is that a smile on his alien face?

“And then you proceeded to eat me out. Is that some kind of life-saving thing on this planet? I mean, it's completely inappropriate and please don't do that again without permission. But I don't mind that you did it. It totally worked.” Yeah, I'm babbling. I'm not sure what else to do.

He places something on the floor, then produces a spark so it lights up. It's a very alien torch that sends a flickering light over our faces. Suddenly I'm transported back to the stone age, when people actually did live in caves and only had fire for light.

Oh yes. That's what he reminds me of. A caveman. Except different. He has such an intelligent glint in his eyes that no image I've ever seen of any caveman fits.

My stomach suddenly growls and the guy gets up and walks a few feet away. His movements are fluid and powerful, and his thighs are as thick as tree trunks. I can see that because he's only wearing a furry cloth that looks like a kilt. His body has red tiger stripes all over it, and they don't appear to be painted on. No, his skin actually looks like that. He's alien, but he's also the sexiest man I've seen.

He bends down and picks up something.

Shit. It's a sword. I clench the gun in my hand, but then he calmly places the weapon in a kind of belt he has around his waist.

It's a very alien sword, all curvy and grayish. The edge glitters in the darkness and it looks pretty sharp. But it doesn't feel like he intends to use it. He walks a few steps in the direction of the cave's opening, where I now notice it's totally dark.

He picks up a bag of some kind and then returns to me. I keep my eyes on him and hold the gun innocently, ready to whip it up if he touches that sword.

But he just takes something out of his bag. It's something wrapped in a green leaf. He unwraps it and holds it out to me.

I peer at it suspiciously. It looks like a piece of nutty cake, or a paté of some kind. There's a nice smell coming from it, not unlike a hot burrito. And I am extremely hungry.

I hesitate, and he breaks off a piece of the cake with two big, callused fingers and puts it in his mouth.

I gasp again. He has some real fangs in there, very white and sharp-looking teeth.

He chews the thing and smiles, then rubs his stomach. “Dai leeh,” he says, and his voice is so deep and calm and silky smooth I just want to hear it again. It makes me feel ... safe?

I pick off a little piece of the food he's offering me. Should I be eating anything at all on an alien planet? Won't everything here kill me? But it smells good and I am hungry. So I hurriedly put it in my mouth and chew very cautiously.

Ah. It's spicy and warm and has the consistency of a very tender piece of chicken. I can't quite place the spices, but they're not unpleasant at all.

He's looking at me expectantly. I just glance up at him, then pick another little piece off it and eat it. He sticks his chin out in an alien movement that I'm guessing is the same as nodding for us.

“Fleeng pee keh.” He seems happy enough and hands me the leaf with the food on it, and then he sits down beside me. A part of my brain notices that he smells pretty good.

I eat more of the alien food and think about my predicament. Kidnapped, then stranded on a dinosaur planet. And now separated from my friends. Actually, I'm probably in better shape than they are. I have infinite water and at least some food, and I even seem to have made a friend here. A very big and strong friend who gives head like an expert. That mouth of his has to be pretty special. Apart from the large fangs, I mean. There has to be something about his tongue.

The cave smells really good, and some of it is him. A dry, spicy scent that he should put in bottles and sell. But apart from that, there's something else, too. I stand up on legs that still feel weak, pull my jeans up all the way and walk over to the water.

Ah. That's it. The water has a fruity smell and a note that vaguely reminds me of alcohol. I squat down and cup a little of the water in my hand, then hold it up to my mouth.

Before my hand reaches my mouth it's stopped in an iron grip. The caveman looks at me from one foot away, and his eyes are glowing a little more than before. “Ee keh brah,” he says very seriously and shakes my hand so the water spills out of it.

Still holding my wrist, he pulls me back to where we were sitting. Then he gets a leathery pouch out of his bag and holds it out to me. “Deh teh ar bedreh,” he says and takes out a cork.

He holds the pouch up to his mouth, leans his head back and drinks the clear liquid that pours out of it, then wipes his lips with the back of his hand and hands the pouch to me.

I smell the liquid. That has to be a fruit juice of some kind. But clear? Oh well. I lean my head back and the liquid splashes all over my face. But some of it gets into my mouth, and it's a tart, fresh juice with a hint of sweetness. I wipe my face, then look at the caveman and give him a facial expression that's supposed to mean that was surprisingly good! But of course I don't know if he gets it. Probably not. He gives me another little smile, so I guess we're cool.

He pulls some kind of blanket out of his bag and places it on the smooth, rocky ground, then sits down and motions for me to do the same.

Fine. I'm still tired, and my legs and arms ache from all the running and various exertions. The blanket is soft and appears to be made from some kind of suede.

So now that I'm no longer hungry or thirsty, and just exhausted in every way, especially emotionally, I guess I have to face my situation and think of what to do. If that's up to me at all.

What I want to do is a) get back to the girls in the tuna can so that we can b) brainstorm how to c) get off the planet and home to Earth.

I glance up at the caveman beside me. If I could recruit him to help me with a) and b), then maybe it would be easier to get to c). He probably knows how to deal with the not-dactyls and the sophiasaurus and everything else there may be here on this jungle planet that reminds me more and more of a movie I once saw. Yes, this is definitely a jurassic planet.

Does he live in here, maybe? It's a pretty big cave. But the rocky walls are bare and I see no sign of habitation. And of course he wouldn't pack a bag to just stay home. This is something else to him.

He must have a village, right? Or a cave where he lives? With more of his kind, maybe?

“Seh poh may.”

I turn to look at him. I don't know what he said, but that voice has command in it, even if he's just talking normally. Something about the calmness and certainty and deep resonance. I guess the patriarchy back on Earth has put its mark on me.

He points his hand towards where his heart would be if he were a human man. “Jax'zan.”

Ah. He's telling me his name. “Jacksan,” I repeat, and he sticks his chin out a couple of times. So my pronunciation can't be that bad.

I repeat his gesture to my own chest. “Sophia.” I say it slowly.

“Zoh-peee-eh.”

Okay, not a bad first attempt. “Sssoo. Fffee. Aaah.” I enunciate very clearly.

“So. Pee. Ah.”

Hm. I guess his fangs make it harder to pronounce the 'f'. I nod and smile and then try to stick my chin out like he's doing. I point at him. “Jax'zan.”

He points at me. “Zopia.”

Now that we've been introduced, I feel the time for stolen glances is over and I can spend a little while really looking at him. He may be alien, but I find his strangeness unreasonably attractive. His face looks a little wrong, still, but it has all the features I'd expect from a human. His mouth is wide and has full lips that have a different shape than any person I've met, but I still can't help wondering what it would be like to kiss them. His cheeks are hollow and show the bone structure underneath, and his chin is very strong and has not one, but two deep clefts in it. His ears are pointy and his hair still appears to shine with a light of its own.

I reach out to touch it. “May I?”