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Catch and Release Ch. 03

By: wilderness



Eve stood patiently at the end of the dock. Her eyes downcast and her hands clasped in front. The unblemished ivory of her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. The air temperature had dropped to a predawn low. She shivered and then hugged herself.

"Eve, they let you go! You're free!" Tim ran out, grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the cabin. "Come inside."

As soon as they entered the front door the extent of his new responsibilities came crashing down. Tim didn't know where to start. She was like a child in a woman's body. What was Eve capable of? Could she take care of herself, at all? The demure smile seemed incompatible with her nudity.

He made the sign for eat, and then asked, "Are you hungry... thirsty?"

She just continued to grin timidly. 

"The bathroom is over here." He showed her what a bathroom looked like. "Oh man, do you even know how to use it? What did you do up there when you had to go? Do they use toilet paper?" 

He placed a hand on his repatriated guest's shoulder. "I guess we'll figure it out as we go. Welcome home."

Her eyes anxiously darted around and took in the new surroundings. 

It had been a long night, and fatigue was making it difficult to concentrate. "Why don't we get some sleep and figure things out in the morning." 

Tim grabbed the sign language book and looked up the correct sign. He asked, "Sleep?" while nodding yes.

A little bolder now, she repeated his sign and nodded in return. 

"Okay, I guess we understand each other. You'll sleep with me -- for protection."

Wherever Tim went, Eve was sure to follow. So, they paraded into the bedroom. 

He pointed, and said, "Bed." Opening a dresser drawer, he pulled out a pair of sweatpants, saying, "Sooner or later, you're going to have to get used to wearing clothes. Are you cold? Do you want to put these on?" He demonstrated how they slip over the legs, but she didn't seem interested. 

"Okay, then nude it is," said Tim, and removed his boxers, just to be in accord with his roommate. 

Eve smiled at the sight of his dangling manhood. 

"Don't laugh. You'll give me a complex." He stepped toward the door, saying, "I have to use the bathroom. Wait here. I'll be right back."

She followed him.

He put his palm up. "No, wait here."

She wouldn't.

They crowed into the tiny bathroom. It took a while, but Tim was eventually able to pee, while she watched, fascinated. 

"Then you have to flush." He pressed the lever and the water swirled away. 

"Do you need to go? I'm guessing you probably do." He put down the toilet seat, and said, "On this continent, women pee sitting down." Gripping Eve by the shoulders, he turned her around and eased her down. "Okay, go ahead, let 'er rip." 

She smiled up at him and then looked down between her legs. 

He heard water splashing. "Fantastic! One hurdle crossed." 

When she stopped going, Tim ripped off a few sheets of toilet paper and feigned wiping himself. He handed Eve the Charmin and she completed the mission. Then she offered him the used paper.

"No," he pointed, and said, "just drop it in there."

She didn't get it, so he took the paper by the edge and dropped it between her thighs, into the bowl.

Eve stood up and flushed. 

"Man, this is going to get pretty weird." 

They washed their hands together, with Tim explaining about hot and cold water and soap. He wasn't sure how much she understood, but so far Eve had been amazingly adaptable. 

The way she always walked two steps behind, like a well-trained dog, annoyed him. So, he took her hand, and made it feel normal. 

The bedroom window was open and the air had cooled. Tim pulled Eve onto the bed and lay down. He covered them with a sheet and, after rolling Eve over so that she faced away, spooned against her back. 

Tim wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck. "Good night, Eve. I hope you can get some rest, because I'm whipped." 

He wasn't sure what time it was, but Eve remained tranquil in his arms and eventually fell asleep. 

Tim wasn't so lucky. Guilt, an emotion he wasn't too familiar with, had emerged and taken control of his conscience. He lay wide-awake and ruminated over his behavior with Eve. In hindsight, he should not have become physical with her. It was wrong, and he felt like he'd molested someone who was mentally disabled. Now, here he was spooning her naked body. 

Unfortunately, when Tim rolled over to correct his blunder, Eve followed, even in her sleep, and cuddled against his back. Her hand came over and rubbed his stomach, while her hips pressed into his buttocks. 

This whole alien encounter thing had turned into yet another one of his opportunistic sexual affairs, only this time he couldn't just kiss her good-bye on the front porch and drive away. 

Temptation had never been something Tim fought to overcome. He believed the only way to stop temptation was to give in to it. Now, he wasn't so sure. This poor woman literally had no one else on earth to trust. Wasn't it wrong to corrupt someone who depended on him for everything? He never took advantage of a woman who was drunk or stoned. He enjoyed the fact that women desired him when they were sober. Wasn't Eve like an impaired girl, needing a ride home from a wild party? 

Eventually, he fell asleep, despite the beautiful, handicapped, naked woman plastered to his ass.

Six hours later, Tim woke gradually. The first thing he noticed was the sound of rain drumming on the tin roof. He lay on his back with his eyes shut, drifting between sleep and consciousness, filled with a sense of contentment. His morning erection seemed to throb with greater eagerness than usual. A few seconds later, he knew why. Something was lightly rubbing it from tip to base. That's when he remembered he wasn't alone. His eyes flashed open to see Eve, propped up on an elbow, and teasing his cock.

Covering up with the sheet, he said, "Don't do that!"

At first, Eve smiled, but when she realized Tim was displeased, she looked ashamed and hid her face in the pillow.

He didn't know what else to say, because his emotions were conflicted about her touch. The largest part of him wanted her to continue. The small, ethical part said 'stop'. He softened his chastisement by rubbing her back. 

When his erection subsided, Tim got up and headed out of the room. "Stay here." 

Eve stayed on his heels.

"Someone really needs to teach you English."

Peeing wasn't a problem this time. Tim had become accustomed to his new shadow. When he was finished, Eve handed him a few sheets of toilet paper. 

He laughed, and said, "Thanks. You're very thoughtful." After an obligatory wipe, he flushed.

Eve turned on the faucet and adjusted the water temperature. 

"You're going to spoil me."

While Tim dried his hands, Eve took her turn on the toilet. 

This was a perfect opportunity to create a little separation. "When you're done, I'll be in the bedroom," he said, and walked out.

Tim only had time to put on a pair of shorts, before Eve dashed into the room.

"What took you so long?" He slipped a tee-shirt over Eve's head and pushed her arms through the sleeves. "Now you look respectable." But she didn't really. She looked just as sexy covered up. 

He sighed with frustration. This was situation impossible.

Eve pointed out the window. 

"What's the matter? Rain? You've never seen rain before?" He took her hand and led her onto the front porch. "Take a deep breath." He demonstrated. "Smells great, doesn't it?"

She followed his example and smiled. Holding her hand out over the porch railing, she let the drops splash onto her palm.

Exhibiting a new spontaneity, she impishly ran down to the dock. Standing at the far end, she spun in a slow circle with an upturned face and hands held skyward, reveling in the sensual pleasure. The wet cotton shirt accentuated her curves. 

Tim stood on the porch and enjoyed the show, until Eve stumbled over a warped board and fell in. She briefly resurfaced, splashing and choking.

"Shit!" In seconds, Tim was in the water, dragging her back to the surface. 

Eve's strong arms squeezed his neck in a strangle hold. 

"Stop fighting!" he croaked, while struggling toward shore.

Finally, he touched bottom and bounced forward, until his head stayed above the surface. 

Eve cried silent tears against his neck, as Tim carried her quaking body to shore. 

Already annoyed by the hassle of taking care of her, he dropped her feet onto solid ground and angrily marched to the house. He was rapidly becoming drained by this whole arrangement.

Eve limped behind him and into the bathroom. He handed her a towel. She just stood there dripping a puddle, her teeth chattering.

"Well, take off the damn shirt!" he said, while wiping himself dry. 

He pulled off his shorts and threw them hard into the tub. They landed with a wet 'thwack'. 

Following his example, she peeled off the tee-shirt and tossed it on top of his shorts. 

Tim did his best to ignore her hard nipples and goose bumpy flesh. He combed his hair and then left the comb on the vanity in case she wanted to use it. 

"I'm going to make some coffee." He stalked out, saying, "I don't know why I bother talking to you. It's a waste of time."

First, he went back to the bedroom and dressed in shorts and tee-shirt. On his way to the kitchen, he stopped and placed a dry shirt on the bathroom sink, while Eve stood in front of the mirror, combing her tangled hair. She smiled and made a sign that might've been a thank you, but Tim didn't give a rat's ass.

The coffee was brewing and toast had just popped up, when Eve limped into the kitchen. 

At least she put on the shirt. 

"What do you want on your toast? I've got butter and raspberry jam. Personally, I like them together, but don't let me influence your decision." 

She looked over the bread and spreads, and then gave him a perplexed look.

"Yeah, I know. What the hell am I saying?" He handed her a slice of toast, prepared the way he liked it. "There's orange juice in the fridge. Oh, wait! Let me get it." Yanking the door open, everything inside rattled. Tim poured two glasses, then finished making his toast and sat down at the table. 

Eve sat across from him and watched, studiously. At first, she just nibbled. The sweet, raspberry flavor met with her approval. But after sampling the orange juice, her face puckered up. Eventually, she grew accustomed to the tart flavor and drank it down.

"Still hungry? I'll show you how to make your own toast." He dropped two slices of whole wheat into the toaster and pushed down the lever. "Think you can handle that?" While the bread toasted, Tim poured two cups of Maxwell House. "You may as well try this, too. I'm not human until I've had my first cup of coffee in the morning. The only way to really appreciate it is to drink it black."

He put a mug by her plate and sat down to sip his. The toast popped up, and Eve prepared her own slices. She came back to the table and placed one slice on his plate. She affectionately stroked his hair a few times before sitting.

"Hey, thank you. It looks perfect." He made the 'thank you' sign. "Okay, now you say back, 'You're welcome, Stud'." 

Eve picked up her coffee mug and sniffed.

"Careful, that's hot." He lifted his coffee and sipped.

She copied him, but then made a disgusted face and put it down.

"It's an acquired taste. I wish you could talk. I'd like to know what your owner fed you."

Tim fried up some scrambled eggs, which Eve devoured. A bowl of Raisin Bran disappeared a little slower. Tim made motions of offering more, and asked, "Still hungry?'

Eve shook her head no. 

"Well then. It's time to learn how to wash the dishes. Grab you bowl and plate."

Eve followed him to the wastebasket, where they scraped off any remaining crumbs. Then they washed the dishes and put them in the drying rack. 

"Easy stuff. Life is full of excitement like that. Now it's time to brush and floss your teeth." 

There was always a spare toothbrush in the medicine cabinet, just in case someone forgot to bring one or there was an unexpected guest. Tim made a mental note to replace it. 

After dribbling some toothpaste onto her shirt, Eve caught on quickly.

The foamy white stuff dripping out of her mouth reminded Tim of something else. His lack of sexual satisfaction yesterday had created a pressure today that required relief one way or another, and soon. But for now, he'd have to show restraint, and that sucked mightily.

"You keep messing up my clothes and I'll have to do laundry."

They walked out of the bathroom and into the Spartan living room. Eve was still limping. 

He sat down on the raggedy couch and patted the stained cushion beside him. "Sit here and let me look at your foot."

When she sat down, Tim unceremoniously grabbed her foot and lifted it onto his lap to take a closer look. The sudden motion knocked Eve flat and the shirt rode up around her waist. Out of the corner of his eye there was a nice view of her spectacular thighs and it only made his life harder. 

"You've got a huge sliver. No wonder you're limping." Taking liberties, Tim rubbed her calf, and said, "I'm going to have to operate."

They retrieved the first aid kit from the bathroom and then adjourned to the bedroom for the medical procedure. Eve sat on the bed, while Tim sat on the floor and lifted her foot to eye level. The sliver was completely under the surface and would require some digging to grab it with tweezers.

After sterilizing a sewing needle with alcohol, Tim smiled, and said, "This will hurt you a lot more than it will me." 

Eve smiled back. 

At the first exploratory poke, Eve squeaked, jerked her foot away and scowled.

"Don't be a baby. It doesn't hurt that much. If I don't take it out, it'll get infected." He curled his fingers with a give-it-back motion. 

Apprehensively, she placed her heel onto his palm. 

Gripping her ankle firmly, Tim said, "Thank you. Now hold still, or I'll have to be a real prick about it," and resumed the extraction. 

After a few slight twitches, Eve laid back and tried to relax, while he gently opened enough skin to grab the end of the sliver. A minute later, the operation was a success. 

"This will sting," he said, and swabbed the wound with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. Eve tried to jerk her foot away, but he held fast. Then he blew on it and kissed it, to make it all better. He stuck a round Band-aid over the tender spot. 

"All done." He held out his hand. 

Eve took it and he pulled her up onto her feet. She gingerly put weight on her bandaged foot. Realizing it no longer hurt, she smiled big and made the 'thank you' sign. 

"You thank me now, but wait until you get the bill. I hope you have some kind of intergalactic health insurance."

He turned to take the first aid kit back to the bathroom, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

"What?"

Wrapping her arms around his waist, Eve stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly. 

Flustered, Tim worked free and walked out of the room. "Thanks, but you're still getting charged."

Halfway to the bathroom, he noticed Eve wasn't behind him. The fact she didn't feel the need to be with him every second felt like a small victory. He took the opportunity to go to the bathroom alone. Afterwards, he wandered into the living room and stared out at the rain-dappled lake, wondering what he should do next. 

About five minutes later, curiosity got the best of Tim. He returned to the bedroom to make sure his uninvited guest was all right. What he saw on the bed stopped him at the door. 

Eve had removed her clothes and lay on her back. The long blond hair lay neatly along her side. With eyes shut, her index fingers slowly traced around each erect nipple. 

Tim stared, hypnotized by the circular motion. 

Her right hand tickled down her belly and back to her breast several times. Then both hands made the sensuous trip. When they returned to the start, her fingers pinched each nipple and she shivered with pleasure. She teased herself like that repeatedly for long seconds, until one hand drifted further down and lingered between her legs. 

He couldn't watch any longer. The sight unnerved him. It was both incredibly erotic and unsettling. This debauchery was his fault. She'd been innocent, until he'd shown her the delights of the flesh. Now, she knew no shame. He felt responsible for her lack of virtue and, as much as he wanted to leer, he went back to the living room and sat on the couch. The mixture of arousal and guilt plagued him to the point of extreme frustration.

A few minutes later, Eve whimpered, and then a heavy silence filled the small cabin. 

She eventually wandered out of the room, sat down and laid her head on his shoulder, still naked. 

"Have fun?" 

Eve kissed his cheek and then rubbed the scruffy surface with sex-scented fingers. 

"Would you mind closing the door, next time?"

Ignoring his question, she stood in front of him, made the want sign, and pointed toward the bedroom. Her eyes pleaded with him. Then she rubbed her stomach and chest suggestively, and pointed at him. 

"Uh-oh. You want me to do it to you now?" 

His lack of movement escalated Eve's persuasiveness. She straddled his knees and began to massage his shoulders. Feeling through the shirt fabric, she fondled his chest and teased his nipples. She leaned down, brushed his lips with hers and grabbed both his hands. With a firm grip, Eve stood and tried to pull him up.

"Damn, you're persistent." He felt temptation winning again. She was, after all, over 21. Legally, she could do anything she wanted. Maybe if he went with her, they would just take a nap. He thought, she must be tired after coming, and probably just wants to cuddle.

Tim stood up. 

Eve embraced him and then led him to the bed. 

Before he could lie down, Eve tugged on his clothes, making it clear she wanted him equally naked. 

He smiled, and said, "Okay, if you insist." First, he took off his shirt, and then dropped his shorts and briefs. 

Eve surprised him by pushing him down onto the mattress and pulling them off his feet. 

Tim laughed, thoroughly enjoying her enthusiasm. 

She smiled at him and made a throaty noise of her own.

"Eve, are you trying to laugh?"

Her skin turned a rosy pink and she wouldn't meet his gaze, acting shy and embarrassed.

"Don't stop trying."

Grabbing his ankles, she lifted them onto the bed and then shooed him to the other side, giving her enough room to lie next to him. 

Tim tried to put an arm around her, but she stopped him halfway and pushed him onto his back. She held up her palm, giving the universal 'stay' sign.

Smiling with anticipation, Tim looked at the ceiling, and said, "Uh oh. What goes around comes around."

Eve knelt next to him. 

Tim touched her knee and she pushed his hand away and put the 'stop it' hand in his face.

"So, is this like payback for last night, or are you just curious about men's bodies in general?" 

Eve sat and studied his physique for a quiet minute. Gently, she reached out and touched his whiskers. Her fingers traced down through his sparse chest hair and followed the fuzzy trail down to his groin, where they buried themselves in the thick, curly patch. 

"I'm not as hairy as most guys, in case you're wondering. Even if you were, I don't know why I'm telling you this, because you don't understand a word I'm saying."

She placed one hand on his chest and the other on his stomach. Her fingers traced his abdominal muscles and pectoral ridge, seeming to appraise their firmness, a totally different feel than her own body. Tim could attest to that.

Eve's touched changed from simple curiosity to one of complex sensuality. She leaned over, smiled sweetly through her silky hair, and then teased his nipples with her fingertips, much like he'd teased hers yesterday.


Catch and Release Ch. 03



"Mm, that's nice, Eve. You learn fast." 

He touched her thigh and she gave him the 'stop' sign, again.

"Okay! Okay! I'll leave you alone!" 

Eve's head dipped down and her hair tickled. Her cool tongue traced a damp circle around his right nipple and then across it. She blew a stream of air and it made him shiver with delight. Her lips pecked upward, along the shoulder, nuzzled his neck and planted themselves firmly on his mouth. As she kissed him with increasing passion, she shifted her body to lie between his legs and squirmed suggestively against his torso. 

Her lips broke away and she rubbed her cheek where his whiskers scratched. 

"Sorry. Want me to shave?" 

She pressed tight and wrapped her arms around his back. 

The hug felt wonderful and Tim couldn't help but return the embrace. This time she didn't reject his touch. He held her close and let his hands roam over the smooth back. He massaged his way down to her bottom and then worked each cheek with handful squeezes.

Eve propped herself up on her arms to stare at the erection she felt grow between their bellies. She smiled in wonder and sat back on her knees between his splayed legs. Pushing her hair behind for an unobstructed view, she bent close to examine it at full size. Tentatively, she glanced from Tim's face and back. The last time she'd touched it he'd gotten upset.

Tim didn't say a word. He just folded a pillow in half to prop his head up and watched with extreme anticipation. When he was ready, he nodded, 'yes'.

Once she had permission, Eve focused on the mysterious shape-shifting appendage. She touched it with the greatest of care. 

Tim thought she was probably afraid of hurting him again, after the way she'd squeezed his testicles the first night. That was all right. Hopefully, she'd be satisfied with just a cursory inspection, indulge her curiosity and then leave him alone. He'd already decided to turn her over to the authorities. He'd tell them that he found her wandering naked, which wouldn't be a lie. Let the people who were trained for these situations take care of her. He certainly didn't know how to help her adjust to normal life. She deserved a fresh start under the guidance of professionals.

Eve's hand encircled his shaft and squeezed slightly. She seemed interested in the internal firmness beneath the smooth exterior, and in the process of feeling the rigid tissue, she stroked him several times slowly.

The sensation made his hips twitch.

Eve noticed the reaction and smiled mischievously. She'd discovered the truth. She'd discovered this thing between his legs gave him pleasure, like the pleasure she felt between her legs when he touched there. 

Her caress became more intense and Tim lost the will to fight. His pent up frustration had grown to the point where masturbation was going to be his deliverance, but not now. He'd taken Eve to a climax last night. Now, she seemed determined to return the favor. The way she stared at him intently for a favorable reaction every time she tried something new was impossible to resist. If this beautiful woman wanted to play with him, then he'd gladly let her. It was only fair, after all. Since, she'd given in to him last night.

Tim began to help Eve learn what pleased him. He groaned when she rubbed the tip and lightly pinched the skin beneath the glans. When she gently fondled his balls he smiled. 

Gradually, Eve used more friction on the shaft, and became less afraid of hurting him there. Pressing the erection against his stomach, she rubbed the underside from base to tip with both her palms. Then she clasped it between her hands and pumped up and down, experimentally. When her hands reached the sensitive tip, she swirled it with her thumbs. 

Tim's hips made spasmodic thrusts. 

Eve squeaked with excitement after this reaction and tried it again and again. She settled on a steady rhythm that seemed to make his hips move in unison. Her breasts jiggled enticingly.

Watching Eve, Tim was rapidly losing control. She stared intently at his penis and testicles, seemingly fascinated by their inner workings. Occasionally, she'd meet his gaze with a look that could only be lust. She was sexually aroused, and probably confused about why. It was instinctual, this attraction of the opposite sex. Something he'd known for years and something Eve had just discovered.

The thrill of it all overwhelmed Tim. 

Eve felt the semen pulse through his cock and watched amazed, as it shot out, spurt after spurt, all the way to his chin. She held onto him throughout, not understanding what was happening. 

Tim groaned with satisfaction.

Eve understood the sound of pleasure, and smiled brightly when he opened his eyes.

He took her hands and pulled her down for a scorching kiss, their skin slipping together. They separated, hot and sticky. Tim led Eve to the shower, and delighted in showing her how nice it was to have someone around to wash your back. 

Afterwards, he shaved, while Eve watched. When he was finished, they rubbed cheeks and then kissed to test the final results.

It was almost lunchtime. The rain hadn't let up.

"Okay, Eve. We need to go shopping." 

Along with the tee shirt, Tim gave her sweatpants and a pair of flip-flops to wear. The fit was loose and baggy, but she looked presentable enough. 

From his years of working in retail, Tim was somewhat familiar with women's sizes. He retrieved a tape measure from his Jeep and made some preliminary measurements.

"Eve, stand still." He made her stand up straight and then extended the tape to the floor. "You're about five foot seven." He put his arms around her waist. 

She put her arms playfully around his neck and puckered up. 

"No, stop. This isn't fun and games. Waist, twenty-seven inches," the tape moved down, "hips thirty-six and three quarters." He measured around her ribcage and then her breasts. "I'm guessing you're a 34 C and a size anywhere from 7 to 9. Probably a medium Junior's. You'll just have to try stuff on."

As they drove the forty miles to the mall, Eve stared out the rain-spattered window with obvious fascination. Every once in a while, she'd look at Tim and smile with childlike apprehension.

He smiled to reassure her, but his emotions were in turmoil. This was not a responsibility he wanted. After passing several patrol cars, the temptation to stop and turn her over to the authorities multiplied with every mile. 

Eve was beautiful and attentive. She apparently would do whatever he wanted, and that was the problem. She was too innocent, too trusting. All the other women in his life had been experienced enough to know he treated them nice because he wanted to get laid. It was all part of the dating progression. 

But Eve expected him to be protective, nurturing, and trustworthy, like a husband. Tim was not husband material and never would be. This impromptu, custodial relationship already felt too much like a marriage. 

First, he'd buy her some clothes. The expense would cut into his budget, but it was the least he could do. After the intimate groping, he owed her something. Once she was dressed appropriately, he would take her to the police station for her own good. 



Catch and Release Ch. 04



Rainy Thursdays were not busy days at the mall. The cavernous corridors frightened Eve. She clutched Tim's arm so hard his fingers tingled. Despite her anxiety, the glitz of materialism proved irresistible. She dragged him from one window display to the next, to gawk and point. 

Tim wasn't sure how much of his explanations she understood, but he kept up a clarifying monologue. 

When Eve spotted female mannequins behind the glass of a clothing store she stared for a long time, and then signed something.

"Sorry, Eve. I don't understand."

A passerby stopped, and answered, "She wants to know if they are biological specimens. What an odd thing to ask."

Tim recognized the middle-aged woman as the female half of the couple he'd seen yesterday, speaking in sign language at the grocery store. Small universe. 

He explained, "She's not from around here."

The woman began to sign and speak aloud to Eve. "Can I help you?"

Eve stared at the woman with wide-eyed wonder, and then returned signs quickly.

The woman's expression transformed from friendly curiosity to one of confusion. 

Feeling uneasy, Tim asked, "What's she saying?"

"The strangest things. She wants to know how long I've been back on our planet of origin. How long did it take me to assimilate. Do I still have a trainer. Does he make my body go nova with just his hands. Why do we all wear second skins. She learned how to make toast this morning and--" 

Tim grabbed Eve's hand and pulled her into the store, saying over his shoulder, "I'm sorry. She had... a rock climbing accident, suffered a serious head injury, and hasn't recovered completely." 

Thankfully, Eve didn't resist and the woman didn't follow. She stood slack jawed and watched them disappear into ladies wear. 

Tim sighed with relief. "I need to learn sign language or you need to talk." He let go of her hand and strolled through the aisles toward the underwear section. "I made you go nova, huh? Well, you gave me a volcanic eruption, so that makes us even in the natural phenomenon department." 

He picked up two packages of cheap, white cotton panties and then strolled to the bra rack. After placing several sizes over her shirt-covered breasts, Tim settled on 34C. "Ha! I was right. Do I know my boobs, or what?"

Eve smiled and pointed at the lacy lingerie display. 

"Those are very pretty. But you don't need it and I can't afford it. You're only getting practical clothes." 

She followed him into the junior's section, where Tim selected a few solid colored tee shirts and cargo shorts in different sizes. 

"You're going to have to try them on." He led her to the fitting rooms, handed her a top and bottom set, pointed, and said, "Go in there and change." 

Eve didn't understand. 

Tim pantomimed taking off his shirt and putting on the new one.

She smiled, nodded and disappeared inside. 

Realizing he forgot socks, Tim walked over a couple aisles and picked out two packages of whites. 

Eve came out of the dressing room, spotted Tim over the clothing racks and walked in his direction. 

He noticed she wore the new shirt, but the new shorts were still in her hand. 'Must be they didn't fit.' His eyes nearly popped out his head when she rounded the corner, naked from the waist down.

"Eve!" Quickly, he snatched the shorts and covered her up, while hustling her back into the fitting room. "You can't walk around nude in public."

She looked mystified by the rebuff. 

"Put these on." Tim held out the shorts. 

When she took them and tried to slip them up her legs, he saw the problem.

"You have to unzip them first." He took them back, and said, "Let your trainer show you how it's done." 

Holding them up at eye level, Tim unbuttoned and unzipped the khaki shorts. "You should be wearing panties under these, but this is an emergency situation." He knelt down and tapped her foot. "Okay, step in."

With a hand on his head for balance, one dainty foot at a time slipped through each leg hole. 

He lifted the shorts slowly, enjoying the view along the way. "I think these fit perfectly," said Tim, as he zipped up the fly, and allowed the backs of his fingers to trace along her warm flesh. As he buttoned the waistband, Eve's fingers massaged his scalp and pulled his head forward. 

Tim lifted the tee and kissed her tummy. "All right, let's see how you look." 

Stepping back, he appraised the fit and style. He gave her a wolf whistle, and said, "You are smokin' hot." 

The recent intimate caress had a peripheral effect on her nipples. 

"Putting a bra on you will be a crime against nature."

Regrettably, he handed her the clothes she came with. "Put these back on, while I get more of the right size, and then we'll get you some sensible shoes."

She understood, and began to remove her shirt. He took a deep breath, and left.

At the checkout, Tim paid with cash.

Eve seemed fascinated by the exchange of small sheets of paper for new clothes. When they were outside the store, she made inquisitive signs and faces, and pointed at his wallet. 

"That's called money." He fingerspelled the word, M-O-N-E-Y. "People have to work for it, so they can buy the things they need. It's hard to live without."

She pressed her lips together and made an "mmmm" sound.

"Very good!" He hugged her sideways as they walked.

For a few strides, she put her arm around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder.

Steering her toward a shoe store, he pulled a pair of socks from the bag. "This place has great hiking boots. You can wear them anywhere, very stylish. Someone will have to teach you how to tie your shoelaces, though."

They browsed the shelves. Tim scanned the sturdy boots, while Eve was attracted to sandals and strappy heels.

"What is it with women and shoes? Must be genetic." He picked up a North Face day hiker, and sat down. "Eve!" Tim patted the seat beside him. 

Obediently, she sat. 

He handed her the socks. "Put these on."

After staring blankly at them for a few seconds, Eve gave him a weak smile and handed them back. 

With a note of exasperation in his voice, Tim said, "Allow me," and knelt in front of her. After removing the flip-flops, he massaged a bare foot. "Eve, you have pretty feet, but the bottoms are really rough," he said, and ran his fingernails along the left sole. 

She squeaked and pulled it away. 

"You're ticklish?" 

She smiled and placed her foot back in his palm.

"Okay, back to business." After slipping one sock over her foot, He handed her the other one. "As much fun as it is to dress and undress you, I think you'd better learn how to do it yourself."

Eve followed his example and pulled on the other one. Then she held her legs out straight and curled and uncurled her toes several times, getting acquainted with another new sensation. 

The gray haired salesman came over and measured her foot. "You're a size 61/2." 

Tim handed the man his boot of choice.

The salesman returned and helped Eve try them on. Then, after pressing on the toe and watching her walk, said, "I think they fit perfectly."

Once again, Eve watched with great interest as Tim paid in cash.

She walked out of the store wearing her new boots. 

Tim smiled at the way she lifted her feet high, like they were stuck in mud. "You'll get used to weight," he said, and then playfully sprinted away. 

The clump, clump, clump of her pursuit echoed in the tiled hall.

Several men stopped to leer. 

Tim glanced back to see what was so fascinating. The beautiful blonde, with unfettered boobs, bounced after him. The baggy sweatpants had fallen halfway down her hips. She was definitely a showstopper, if not a heart stopper. He slowed to a walk and let her catch up. 

"Maybe, I should've gotten you a jogging bra," he said, while hoisting up her pants. 

He took her arm. "Let's go out to the Jeep."

The rain had stopped and the clouds let the sun peek through intermittent cracks. Humidity made the air almost drinkable. By the time they reached the Jeep, their skin glistened with perspiration. 

"Eve, you must be dying in those sweats." He led her around to the far side of the Jeep and opened the passenger door. "Let's get you dressed for summer." After removing the tags from her new clothes, Tim made sure no one was within sight. "Take off your shirt," he said, lifting the bottom up for direction. 

Without hesitation, she removed it and waited. 

Several pleasant voyeuristic seconds passed, before Tim had Eve slip her arms through the straps of the new bra and he fitted the cups over her breasts. "This will support your boobs. It's healthier this way, I guess." 

She smiled at his attention, but frowned when her body became tightly confined. He fastened the front clasp and she squirmed and fiddled with the elastic for a while.

"Hoping for something else, Eve?" He kissed her cheek and fondled a cup. "You're a cutie." Tim grabbed the next item. "Here, now put this on."

Eve slipped the new shirt over her head and covered up.

Tim made another visual scan of the parking lot, and then made Eve sit sideways on the passenger seat with her legs outside. He removed her boots and then shook out a pair of panties.

Grinning, he said, "Eve, your trainer says it's time for a little fun and games." 

Tim placed his palms flat next to her hips, leaned forward and gave her a sweet kiss -- just a friendly closed lip peck.

Her blues eyes sparkled, as her hands rose up to stop his retreating head. She pressed forward. When contact was reestablished, her eyes closed and her lips parted. With a total lack of inhibition, she kissed him open mouthed. The quick student had learned her lessons well. The hands on his head slipped down to rub his back and then grabbed his ass, pressing him tight between her splayed legs. The Jeep's already hot interior rose to scorching. 

Not to be outdone by his pupil, Tim kissed along her jaw and down her neck. The salty taste only made his thirst grow. Gripping the waistband, he tugged her sweatpants down to mid-thigh. He had to back up so her legs would come together, in order to un-pant her. 

Using the pants as a towel, Tim wiped the sweat off each sinewy leg. "You are a healthy specimen, Eve. That's for damn sure."

She continued to smile brightly and encouraged his touch by rubbing her foot along his shin.

Tim found himself conflicted. Never had he met a woman so uninhibited or uncomplicated. Eve only wanted pleasure from him and to give pleasure back. There were no ulterior motives, no master plan. Her hedonistic simplicity proved highly erotic. Temptation was once again supercharging Tim's libido. But there was also a new, underlying emotion that seemed to be increasing. It was possessiveness. He prized the thrill he found in her lascivious innocence, and felt distrustful of anything that might come between them. Eve was literally like no other woman on earth and he began to think of himself as the luckiest man on earth.

After another quick, parking lot scan, Tim kissed her knee, and said, "I'm not letting you go. Okay?"

She tipped her head inquisitively and touched his cheek. 

Kissing slowly up her salty thigh, he asked, "You'll stay with me for a while. Yes?" 

Gentle fingers in his hair seemed to answer for her, but he stopped to meet her eyes. "Yes?"

She nodded and spread her legs, saying yes to something else. 

"Close enough," said Tim, slipping his arms underneath her legs and lifting her bottom to the edge of the seat.

The motion caused Eve to fall backward. She stopped herself by grabbing the dashboard and seat back, just as Tim buried his face between her legs. She squeaked and jerked as his tongue delved between her labia and flicked her clitoris several times.

"That was just a snack to whet my appetite," said Tim, as he backed away and slipped the new panties over her feet. "I hope you found it as enjoyable as I did. Foreplay is one of my favorite pastimes."

Eve placed her hand over the spot his tongue had licked. With heavy lidded eyes, she gazed at him and teased herself. If he wasn't going to continue, she seemed determined to do it herself. 

"No you don't. I like to watch as much as the next guy, but you need to learn how to postpone gratification, in order to get the most pleasure later." Tim pushed her hand away, while pulling the panties higher. 

Eve submitted to his wishes, as always, and helped complete the cover up, although she did pout for a while.

Next, Tim handed her the cargo shorts and she successfully put those on.

"Now for the boots," he said, handing them over. 

She pulled them on the wrong feet and then stuck out one foot for Tim to tie the lace. 

After switching them and explaining the difference, he said, "Okay, I'll tie one and then you do the other." He pointed at her eyes and then at the boot. "Watch and learn, oh Hot Blond Honey. Now how did that old saying go? Make rabbit ears and then put the ear through the rabbit hole? I don't know. But, it's not hard. I'm sure you'll pick it up fast." 

Three tries later, Eve tied her bootlace alone. 

"Excellent!" Tim helped Eve down from the Jeep. "This calls for a celebration -- lunch at the food court. No trip to the mall is complete without fast food."

They headed back inside. Tim took Eve's hand and held it with an unusual sense of ownership. Handholding was something he rarely did, and only if his date insisted. He always preferred to appear unattached, thereby sending the 'I'm single' message to any available females in the vicinity.

After exchanging a smile with Eve, Tim thought, 'I'm sure this novelty will wear off.'

The food court was relatively busy. As Eve surveyed the throng, the commotion had her clinging to Tim, again.

"What do you think, Eve?" He stroked the arm locked around his. "How about some burritos? They're cheap and easy, like me. So, you'll love 'em. Sí? Yes?"

She nodded unconsciously, while gazing at a woman lifting an infant from a stroller. Two other children -- a boy and a girl -- sat beside to her, stuffing French fries into their ketchup-smeared faces. 

When their turn came, Tim ordered two chicken burrito specials with medium sized drinks. Then he led Eve to the soda dispenser. 

"What'll you have? I think something without caffeine would be a good choice. You're antsy enough." He put his cup under the ice chute and pressed the button. "See, Eve? Just a little ice. Then you fill the cup with soda."

She followed his example, but had to press and release the buttons several times, smiling at the magical squirting machine.

"I'll bet you've seen gadgets a lot more sophisticated than this," he said, snapping on plastic lids and poking straws through them. "Come on, let's sit by the window."

The sky was now nearly half blue. The sun warmed them intermittently through the glass. 

For a while, Eve focused on the food, savoring the new taste experience. However, her attention soon returned to the woman with children. The mother smiled whenever the kids laughed or spoke excitedly.

Tim shook his head. "Rugrats, more trouble than they're worth."

Eve signed something.

"Whatever." Tim ignored her and looked out the window.

A very pregnant woman walked up to the mother of three. 

Eve poked Tim's hand and pointed.

"She's fat." He fingerspelled 'pregnant'. 

When she continued to look confused, he spelled out, 'Baby inside'. 

Understanding didn't register on her face. Eve just turned to stare at them. 

Both women suddenly put their hands on the pregnant belly, and smiled.

Tim touched Eve's hand to get her attention. "It's not polite to stare." 

Impoliteness didn't concern Eve. Her eyes returned to the women.

"I'd be glad to show you how babies are made." Tim stood, gathered their garbage and took it to the trashcan. 

Eve got up and briskly walked over to the other women. She stood beside them, made signs and smiled. 

The women were standoffish at first. They glanced at each other, warily.

Eve pointed at the pregnant stomach.

Tim ran up, apologizing, "I'm sorry, Ladies. Eve lost her voice in an accident. She loves kids and just wanted to say hi." He took Eve's hand. "Come on, Honey. Let's go."

The pregnant woman said, "Oh, that's so sad," and then touched her stomach, "Wow, that was a big one." She grabbed Eve's free hand and put it against the bulge. "Want to feel him kick? I'm going to be a soccer mom for real."

Eve looked puzzled, until the baby kicked again. 

"There, did you feel it?"

Eve's face lit up. She understood the question and nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, Eve. Time to go. Thank you, Ladies. You've been very kind."

They waved and said, "Bye, Eve."

Eve followed their example, and waved back.

The kids at the table waved, and yelled, "Bye, Eve."

She waved wildly like they did, and the children laughed.

As Tim escorted Eve to the Jeep, he detected a new lightness in her step. She was happy and she showed it. Her arm snaked around his waist. She rubbed his back. Several times, she hugged him sideways and kissed his cheek. 

"You're so cute." Tim kissed her cheek in return and opened the passenger door, expecting her to get in. 

Instead, Eve scanned the lot, suspiciously. When satisfied with her assessment, she spun Tim around and pushed him against the car seat. Without warning, Eve pulled down his zipper and reached inside.

Smiling, Tim asked, "What's this all about?"

Unable to figure out his boxer's fly, Eve unbuttoned his shorts and yanked down both shorts and briefs. 

Kneeling before him, her grinning face looked both amused and salacious, while her hands rubbed his hips.

"I thought you were a passive student. I may have to reevaluate my teaching methods."

Staring at his cock, Eve leaned forward and, for a brief moment, captured its head between her lips. Her tongue swirled over it. 

"Oh, that's nice."

Just as his penis began to grow, Eve backed away, pulled up his shorts and fastened them closed. Then she stood up and smiled obscenely. 

"Foreplay?"

Eve nodded.

"I love it!" he said, and kissed her hard.

Her arms circled his neck and she rubbed her sweaty body against him. 

He had to force a separation, before someone called the cops to report lewd behavior. 

"Okay, let's go home." 

Halfway there, Tim decided to treat Eve to a barbecue. They stopped at the grocery store and bought steaks and salt potatoes. Corn on the cob was not in season, so he substituted frozen corn in a boil ready bag.

"If you're going to have a summer cookout, you've got to have smores." 

They made a pass down the candy aisle.

By the time they returned to camp and put away the groceries, it was just after 4 o'clock. 

"Damn, I stink." He sniffed Eve. "Why don't you? Have you been de-skunk?" A quick check revealed no visible scar under her arm.

"I'm going for a swim." 

Eve followed him into the bedroom, where he removed his clothes. She grinned and did the same, and then lay on the bed. 

"No, it's not time for that again. You have a one-track mind. I've created a sex fiend."

She understood the 'no' part and sat upright.

Tim couldn't resist giving her a quick kiss and fondle. Afterwards, they trooped to the bathroom. For modesty purposes, he showed Eve how to wrap up in a towel, and then they stepped out onto the porch. The only sign of humanity was a fishing boat, miles away. They strolled down to the shore. Tim waded in, removing the towel before it got wet and throwing it onto the dock.

"Wow, that feels good."

Eve fidgeted on dry land.

"Look," he waded out, until the water was chest deep. "It's a gradual drop. You don't have to worry about getting in over your head."

She wasn't buying it.

Tim stepped out and took hold of her towel. Soothingly, he said, "Time for a swimming lesson, Eve." When he pulled, she reluctantly let go. He tossed her towel on top of his. 




Catch and Release Ch. 04



"Come on, Pet." He led her into water up to her waist.

Her breasts broke out in adorable little goose bumps. 

"Cold? Feels good though, doesn't it?" he said, and splashed her.

Eve shrieked louder than she ever had before, and splashed him back. 

An all out water war ensued, until they were soaked and Eve was shivering.

"Not used to the cold, are you." Tim embraced her trembling and slippery body. The skin warmed quickly where it touched. 

She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Barely audible, she said, "T... t... em."

"What?" Tim's heart pounded. "Tim? Did you say, Tim?"

She smiled, and whispered, "Te...iiimmm. Timmm."

He hugged her tight and kissed her hair. "Eve you're amazing." Scooping her up, he waded in deeper. Her body tensed, but she didn't struggle. Her trust was misplaced and Tim felt a twinge of guilt. 

"I'm going to teach you how to float on your back." He turned around so that he was between Eve and deeper water, and then held her up on the surface with just his palms. "Now, use your arms to keep your head up." 

She didn't get it.

Tim pointed at her eyes, and then at his chest, saying, "Watch me." He proceeded to float on his back, staying on the surface by slowly moving his arms. "The trick is to do it with the least amount of movement and to relax."

Eve moved close beside him and smiled. Her eyes wandered over his body.

"See, it's easy."

She extended her hands, and placed her palms underneath to support him, just as he had done for her. But then she bent down and kissed his cock.

Surprised, Tim's head sank. He resurfaced, spluttering and laughing. "Hey, who's teaching what here?"

Grabbing her arm, he said, "Okay, now you try it," and laid her back in the water. 

At first, she was stiff as a board, but as Tim held her up, she began to relax and move her arms. 

"Good, keep going." Tim had his palm under one ass cheek. It felt smooth and firm, he resisted giving it a good squeeze. Her breasts made pointy tropical islands, perfect for extended vacations. The shimmering water lapped at their beaches. Right now, his mouth wanted to voyage from one peak to the other and back. "You're doing great."

Gradually, he lessened his lift, until finally she kept herself up. 

Tim raised his hands. "You're floating."

Eve immediately panicked and sank. She stood up and barked out a short, but authentic laugh. Again, she tried to float on her own. After a few failed attempts, she stayed up for almost a minute. Thrilled by success, she stood up, splashed and laughed -- wet hair framing her curves.

"Lifeguard duty is very rewarding." Tim applauded her achievement. "Congratulations, Eve. You are my best student ever. In fact, I think you're the teacher's pet!" He opened his arms.

Understanding the gesture, she pounced into his embrace. 

"You need to get out of the sun. Next time, I'll smear some SPF 30 on your lily white ass." He kissed her, and said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

She knew it was a question, but tipped her head and squinted in confusion.

"You like this too, don't you?" He asked, and nuzzled along her jaw.

Haltingly, Eve whispered, "Ye...esss."

"Yes? You said yes!" He kissed her sweetly, and said, "Come with me." 

Tim grabbed their towels and led Eve into the shade of a hundred year old maple. After spreading the towels on the grass, they sat down. The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves and dried their skin. For a few minutes, they sat quietly and enjoyed the expansive view of glimmering water and craggy mountaintops.

"I love this place. I wish I could stay here forever. It's so peaceful. Everything smells fresh and clean."

Eve laid a hand on his knee and began to rub it. She twirled the hair on his leg with her fingertips. The fingers moved languidly to the hairier inner thigh, unconsciously teasing close to the groin. Physical pleasure seemed to be the result of guiltless discovery on her part. 

Didn't she know what a woman's touch did to a man? Deciding he would have to teach her, his hand traveled to her thigh and he tickled the same spot on her leg.

Eve looked down at his hand and then at Tim's expanded cock. Understanding the effect she was having, she grinned and scratched temptingly higher. 

Tim copied her caress, and said, "You are asking for it, aren't you?"

Instinctively, she answered, "Yesss."

"Okay, you got it." Wrapping Eve in his arms, Tim eased her back. Their skin met, fleetingly cool. Letting his hands and lips explore, he whispered, "You smell fresh and clean, like the air." 

Slipping a finger between her legs caused a moan to escape Eve's pursed lips.

"You're learning how to express yourself orally. That's good. I like a responsive lover." Tim brought his moist finger to his mouth and sucked it. "Mmm, delicious."

Planting kisses across her belly, Tim slid down. 

After the parking lot experience, Eve sensed where he was headed, and parted her legs invitingly. 

Moving between the splayed thighs, Tim lay down, and wrapped his arms around her legs to reach over and spread her open. Eve propped up on her elbows to watch. 

Tim flicked his tongue and her hips bucked. He asked, "Yes?"

Rather emphatically, Eve answered, "Yyyeeesss!"

Humming a happy tune, Tim was eager to oblige. He liked eating out, and had some excellent reviews from his dining companions. Starting off with an appetizer, he nibbled around the edges. Her feminine folds swelled and blossomed, giving him more surfaces to lick and tweeze between his lips. 

As the sensations radiated beneath her skin, out of view, Eve soon gave up any effort to observe. Her knees flopped apart, but flinched suggestively whenever Tim found a new nerve to tingle. When he finally made direct contact with her most sensitive spot, Eve encouraged him by rubbing the back of his head and crossing her ankles over the small of his back. 

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, this time. You have the smoothest pussy, Eve. Your alien pals definitely knew what they were doing." His right hand roamed upward to wander the hills and valley of her chest. 

A short time later, she became very still, until Tim sucked her clitoris and the climax exploded. His head became trapped between her legs, as she arched into the overwhelming release. Fondling her bottom with both hands, Tim stayed with her for wave after decreasing wave. 

Finally, she lay quivering, covered with a glaze of perspiration. 

Tim rose up on his knees and ogled the effects of his artistry. 

Eve's breathing gradually returned to normal. She smiled up at him with a look of shy wonder. Wobbly, she rose up on her arms. His erection pointed at her lewdly and she reached out to grab hold.

"Uh-uh." Tim stood and held out his hand.

Frowning, Eve grab that instead.

He helped her up and then scooped her into his arms. Eve's skin was hot and slippery, as he carried her into the water. "First, we'll cool off."

She hugged tight around his neck, as the cold engulfed them. 

When they were waist deep Tim let go, but Eve held on. Her legs wrapped around his hips and his cock wedged between their bodies. She kissed him hungrily and rubbed her pelvis against his. The dwindling erection soon returned to full length. For a novice, Eve had quickly discovered what felt good. Never one to refuse a beautiful and horny woman, Tim indulged her passion, and made life easier for her by wading out further, until the water was shoulder deep. 

She was practically weightless now, and had no trouble sliding up and down, nudging her pussy with the tip of his penis. The sensation of the spongy glans poking and popping off her clitoris seemed to give the most pleasure. After a minute, her tempo increased and became erratic. 

Cupping her bottom, Tim massaged the firm roundness and helped support her weight. His own fulfillment began to take shape and he lost focus, he became caught up in the moment.

Eve's actions became fast and unpredictable. Suddenly, she rose up high, stuck her tongue in Tim's ear, and caused him to lose stability. When she plunged back down, the tip of his cock slipped in the wrong direction, and wedged delightfully inside the entrance of her vagina. 

A stunned gasp escaped from both parties. The world stopped, as they stared into each other's eyes. 

At first, the thrill of penetration flustered Tim. Her sex felt incredibly tight, and it would be wonderful to fuck like this -- under the hot sun, as the cold water lubed their bodies. But as Eve closed her eyes in surrender and began to sink deeper, Tim came to his senses.

Roughly pushing her away, he yelled, "No!"

Eve's blue eyes flashed with alarm. She turned and quickly waded to shore. 

"Wait! Eve, it's all right! We just can't do it without protection."

She ignored him and ran inside the cabin.

Tim remained rooted like limp sea grass for a while. 

Eventually, he walked back to the tree, picked up a towel and dried off, deciding to give Eve some time to chill. He hated scenes and emotional outbursts. Maybe a beer would help. Yes, a beer or two would definitely be helpful. Besides, it was time to light the charcoal for dinner. 

Inside the cabin it was eerily quiet. He went to the bedroom and found Eve lying down with her face turned toward the wall. She'd put on her tee shirt and shorts.

Tim pulled on his shorts and then sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed her back, and said, "It's okay, Eve. I'm sorry I frightened you. I'm not mad."

She didn't move and it worried him. He'd intentionally taken advantage of her innocent dependence. Maybe he'd done serious psychological damage. "I wish you understood what I'm saying. But, actions speak louder than words, don't they." 

He reached down and tickled her foot.

She kicked. 

"You are alive!"

He tickled the other foot.

In a flurry, Eve sat up against the wall, tucking her feet out of reach. Her eyes were red and watery. She made a fist and circled it over her chest.

"Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry about." Tim pointed at his chest and made the 'sorry' sign. "I'm the sorry one. I'm the one who should be ashamed of himself." 

She looked confused by his apology and folded her hands in her lap.

"But I'm not sorry. Not really." Tim crawled up to her on all fours. "You are just an irresistible hottie." He leaned in and kissed her. 

She mewed against his lips. Her fingers tangled in his hair. 

Touching his forehead to hers, he whispered, "I need to explain birth control to you," and then backed away. 

Eve groaned and reluctantly let him slip through her fingers.

"Come with me," he said, beckoning from the doorway. "I'm going to draw you some dirty pictures." 

After picking up a pad of paper and pencil, Tim and his trainee went to the kitchen and sat down at the worn Formica table. 

"Okay, here's my penis and here's your vagina," explained Tim, as he drew crude images from a frontal perspective. "Now, if my penis goes into your vagina," from a side view, he drew a picture of insertion and then drew stick figures of a man on top of a woman, "you'll get pregnant." He drew a stick figure woman with pointy boobs and a round belly.

Eve watched intently, as the momma's round belly suddenly held a little stick baby. Then the next diagram showed two parents and a child between them. 

"You remember the fat woman in the mall?" Tim made a bulging motion in front of Eve's stomach. "She was pregnant." He took her hand and placed it on her belly, like she did when feeling the woman's baby kick. "That was the baby on board." He pointed at the penis-in-the-vagina doodle again, and said, "That's how babies happen." 

Tim stood and held up his palm, and said, "Wait, I'll be right back." 

Less than minute later, he was back in the kitchen. "This is a condom." He showed Eve the foil package. "It isn't perfect protection, but, if used correctly, it's cheap, available and reliable." 

Eve glanced at the red foil wrapper and then stared at Tim with familiar bewilderment. 

"Look," he said, ripping it open and extracting the latex circle of safety. "If I had a banana to put it on, this demonstration would be more life like." He smiled at Eve and winked. 

She grinned in return -- furrowed brow still expressing confusion.

"For show and tell, I'll just roll it down my fingers instead. See, this condom covers the penis," he pointed at the erection sketch, "and prevents my potent spermatoads from fertilizing your very tasty eggo." Quickly, he drew a condom covering the penis in the insertion diagram, along with lines of orgasmic spew being thwarted by the flexible barrier. "Thereby preventing a lifetime of childrearing agony." He crossed out the stick figure child. 

Tim blew into the unrolled condom and held the inflated tube against his groin, suggesting it's correct location.

Eve looked everything over for a minute, but he wasn't sure how much she understood.

He took her hand and she met his gaze. "I'd be honored to be your first." 

Warmly, she smiled back, her blue eyes dark in the indoor light. 

After clearing away his explicit artwork, Tim strolled to the bedroom. A fresh breeze wafted through the window screen, making the curtains flutter lazily. Birds and Cicadas crooned a summer melody. 

To prepare the room for what Tim hoped would be a thrill for both of them, he folded back the bedcovers, and placed an open condom and a tube of lubricant on the nightstand. Tissues were already in place. 

Satisfied things were in order, Tim turned to see Eve waiting in the doorway, watching his every move.

Sitting down on the bed, he patted the mattress. "Yes?"

She seemed hesitant after what happened in the lake. Shyly, she sat down a foot away and stared at the floor, her face hidden by stringy hair.

"Let me get the comb. I'll be right back."

Surprisingly, Eve stayed put.

Tim returned and sat behind her. Gently, he worked the comb through the snarls, all the way down to the small of her back. "I'm glad the aliens didn't make you bald." 

Eve remained passive, until he finished untangling her hair. When he kissed her neck and started to move away, she grabbed the comb from his hand, gave him the 'stop' sign and slowly combed his hair.

It touched him that she wanted to repay his kindness, or was it just another lesson learned and applied. He didn't really care. The sensual pleasure was the same. But then again, it wasn't the same as with other women. With Eve, everything had a greater significance. She was learning from him and the responsibility he felt was a double-edged sword, both exciting and confining. There was also the guilt factor to contend with. He knew he wasn't doing the moral thing, and it troubled him. 

When she stopped combing, Tim turned to witness her inviting smile. "Thank you, Eve," he said, taking the comb and placing it on the nightstand. 

Suddenly, Eve grabbed his shoulders and threw him back onto the bed. Her weight pinned him down, as her lips rained kisses over his face and then down his chest. In between pecks, she murmured, "Yes Tim?" 

Her passion caught him off guard. The aggressive affection removed any restraint he felt about their sexual involvement. If she wanted it, he wanted it. Tim didn't struggle. 

Eve, sensing his surrender, looked up. "Yes?"

"Yes."

The smiling lips descended to his sternum and proceeded to mark a damp trail down to his navel. A significant bulge already implied Tim's eagerness. Eve gripped the waistband of his shorts and tugged everything down and off. Kneeling at his feet, their eyes met, and then hers wandered over his body. The simple lust in her gaze made his heart pound and blood rush to his groin. 

"Hey!" he yelped, when Eve tickled his foot. 

She gave him a devilish grin, pushed apart his legs and crawled between them on all fours. Bending down, she kissed his stomach, letting his erection brush her cheek. Cool, golden silk washed over his hips and thighs. 

His head fell back. "Oh my God, Eve. What have I done to you?"

She answered, "Tim," in a sultry whisper, and then kissed the underside of his cock. Her fingers teased in his pubic hair.

With the curiosity and awkwardness of a virgin, Eve explored with lips and fingers. When she discovered a touch that pleased Tim -- telegraphed by his reactions -- she would dwell on that caress, to learn every nuance and variation. 

It wasn't long before the final tingle began. "Eve!" Tim groaned, while trying to lift her mouth away. But she refused, and sucked harder on the thick straw. The release exploded with pent-up intensity. Her grip tightened on his cock, as she squeaked in surprise. The last few eruptions landed hot on his stomach.

Eve sat up and tucked her hair behind her ears. Semen coated her chin. A drip fell onto her red tee shirt, marking a midway point between two engorged nipples. Smiling, she wiped her chin with a finger and then popped it into her mouth. 

"Honey, you are something special," said Tim, pulling her down. 

They held each other for a few minute.

Kissing her forehead, Tim said, "I wish I knew what you were thinking." 

As if she understood, Eve rolled over, picked up the condom, and then laid it next to his flaccid penis. "Yes?" she asked, with hopeful eyes. 

Tim couldn't help but laugh and hug her tight. "Yes... but later. I need to recharge my battery." He made the 'eat' sign. "I'm hungry. Lets cook dinner." 



Catch and Release Ch. 05



Tim poured charcoal briquettes into a battered, three-legged grill. 

"I remember when my dad bought this relic ten years ago. We came up here to get the place in shape for hunting season, and he decided to barbecue the deer we never shot." 

While squirting on a liberal amount of lighter fluid, he added, "I just turned 18. Dad gave me my first beer that night and then, out of the blue, like commenting on the weather, he told me he was divorcing mom."

Eve watched his activity with her usual concentrated interest. 

Tim threw on a match and the grill erupted in a whump of fire. 

Frightened, she jumped back.

In a Neanderthal voice, Tim explained, "Fire, friend. Good."

When the flames died down, she edged closer, reaching out to feel the heat on her palm.

"How do they cook in outer space? Microwave? Or do they just squeeze gray nutritional paste out of a tube? I bet you ate some wild stuff from other planets. We have Mars bars here, and Milky Ways, too. I should pick some up. Give you a taste of home. Did you have Tang? I know you had some good putang up there. Yours tasted great. The ultimate energy drink." He stirred the coals around a little. "I guess this is home now, huh?"

"Ootang," said Eve.

"Jeeze, I'm a bad influence." 

"Jeeze."

Once the coals were arranged to his liking, Tim said, "Let's eat on the porch."

Together, they carried out the kitchen table and two chairs. The plates and silverware were positioned across from each other and ninety degrees to the lake so they both could enjoy the view. 

"You want a beer? This is a great place to drink your first beer, but I guess everything here is a first for you, isn't it."

"Bare?"

"Yeah, bare is good, too. Bare and beer go really good together."

After placing a pot of water on the stove, he brought two beers outside and sat on the porch steps. Eve sat beside him.

"Here you go." He unscrewed the top so Eve could see and follow his example.

"Let's have a toast." Tim clinked his bottle against hers, and said, "Here's to first beers, fun, and no bad news."

"Bah newzzz."

"Yes, I am." He put an arm around her shoulders. "Your words are already slurred. How will I know if you're drunk?"

Eve watched him take a swallow. She sipped from her bottle and then wrinkled her nose.

"It's an acquired taste, like coffee," said Tim, bringing the bottle to his lips. This time, taking a long swig.

She took another pull. 

He grinned. "Drinking on an empty stomach. This'll be fun to watch."

They shared quiet minutes, staring at the lake.

"Time to put on the steaks." After dropping potatoes and corn into the pot of boiling water on the stove, Tim returned from the kitchen and laid the steaks on the grill.

Eve finished her beer and had to grab the handrail for balance when she stood. 

"What's the matter, Blondie?" 

She wobbled over and gripped his arm for balance to watch the barbecuing procedure. 

Tim kissed her forehead and she giggled. "Now you're acting like a true blond." 

He sipped from his second beer. She grabbed it away and took a hit.

"Not too much. I don't want you passing out before we eat."

Eve put her head on his shoulder and an arm around his waist.

"These are the best of times, and the worst of minds." He fondled her ass, while flipping meat.

She giggled and rubbed a sweaty cheek against him. The arm around Tim's waist dropped down and she copied his groping hand.

A few minutes later, Eve stepped away, pulled off her shirt and threw it on the porch.

"Good thing for you, my barbecue doesn't have a dress code."

Topless, Eve began a meandering tour of the grounds. On her hands and knees, she made a close up inspection of the neat row of flowers along the base of the front porch. Gingerly, she touched a yellow bloom and looked at Tim.

"Daffodils." 

"Dah-foe-dilzzz."

"It's a flower."

"Fla-wah." 

"My dad's second wife planted them. She tried to add a woman's touch to the place. Dad didn't like it, said she was invading his personal space. That marriage only lasted two years. Good thing, because I was tired of fucking her too." 

Tim walked to the shore, filled his empty beer bottle with water, and then returned to the flowerbed. He picked two blossoms, stuck the stems into the bottle, and placed it in the center of the table. "There, now we have a romantic atmosphere."

Eve smiled.

"You like, yes?"

"Yes."

"Well, how about one for you?" He returned to the garden, picked another, and placed it behind Eve's ear. "There. Now I have two pairs of flowers to enjoy at dinner."

Eve's irises wedged into the corners of her eye sockets, trying to see the bloom. Stiffly, like she was walking with a Ming vase on her head, Eve shuffled into the cabin and disappeared. 

"Too cute."

Satisfied the meat was done, Tim slid the steaks to the edge of the grill and then went inside to get the rest of the food. He found Eve standing at the bathroom mirror, staring at the daffodil.

"Excuse me, Blossom. I have to pee." On the way by, he fondled her breast and kissed her shoulder.

After he flushed, Eve took a turn on the toilet. 

"Beer does that." Drying his hands, he said, "It's time to eat," and then left for the stove.

The potatoes and corn were in bowls by the time Eve entered the kitchen. 

Turning to go outside, Tim said, "I've got this. You get two more..." The sight of Eve completely nude, except for the daffodil, caused a momentary loss of concentration, "beers." 

"Bares." She gave him a knowing smile, swayed to the refrigerator, and extracted two more beers. Without meeting his gaze, she turned and headed for the porch.

More than a little enchanted, Tim followed. 

Once at the table, he portioned out the food and then held Eve's chair for her. "Please be seated, Miss Hottest Hottie."

Before sitting, Eve kissed his cheek.

"Let me show you how to use a steak knife," he said, leaning over her shoulder and placing a knife and fork in her hands. 

"First, you stab it." He nuzzled her neck, and added, "Then, you saw off a bite sized chunk," while guiding her knife hand back and forth.

She placed the morsel between her lips and groaned.

"Good, yes?"

"Mmm, yes."

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Tim sat down in his chair and buttered his potatoes. "You need to put some butter on those." 

Eve followed his lead. She brought a drenched forkful to her mouth and a golden drop landed between her breasts.

"Don't worry about that. I'll lick it off later," he said, dabbing his greasy lips with a paper napkin. 

Seeing his cleanliness, Eve picked up a napkin and wiped her chin and chest.

"Hey! Don't spoil my fun."

With corn stuck between her teeth, she smiled and said, "Fun and no bah newzzz," then clinked her beer against his. 

He laughed and lifted his bottle in salute. "Okay, here's to fun and no bad news."

They continued to eat quietly, Tim alternately taking in the natural beauty of the lake and the natural beauty of the naked woman. 

Most of the time, Eve kept her gaze fixed on Tim -- following his example, learning from his actions. Periodically, she would touch the daffodil tucked behind her ear, to make sure it was still there. When Tim looked away, her eyes would follow in the same direction to see what caught his interest, but invariably they returned to study him. 

"I don't think I like being under a microscope." Finished with his meal, Tim put down his fork. The setting sun gave Eve's skin a golden glow. His eyes wandered down to her chest. "But, it does have its perks."

"Perks." Eve touched her left breast, to show she understood the insinuation.

"Don't stop eating on my account." 

"Acunt."

Rolling his eyes, he picked up his plate. "Let's do the dishes, and then we'll make smores."

Together, they cleared the table. 

Tim filled the kitchen sink with soapy water and handed Eve a dishtowel. "I'll wash. You dry." 

"Oo dry."

"No, you dry."

Her brow furrowed. "Oo dry?"

After a few seconds of watching him scrub, Eve disappeared from view and began rubbing his back. 

"That feels nice."

"Nice," she whispered in agreement. Pressing her torso against his skin, her fingers slipped around to tickle his chest. 

"I'll just put this stuff in the dish rack. We'll let them air dry."

Their skin became slick where it touched and Eve glided her breasts over Tim's firm contour, teasing them both. She kissed along his shoulder ridge, until she reached his neck. Nuzzling his ear, one hand wandered down to check his arousal indicator. Her hips pressed forward, pinning him to the counter.

Rinsing the last plate, Tim said, "You certainly have my attention." He dried his hands. "You wanna fork?"

"Fork?" Eve clung to him all the way to the silverware drawer.

"Fondue forks are perfect for roasting marshmallows over the grill."

Her attention was drawn to the long, thin tool he held up for appraisal. Eve took the handle and felt the pointy end against her fingertip. 

"Here, you carry the bag of marshmallows and I'll carry the rest."

Squishing the bag under her arm, Eve went to the refrigerator and pulled out two more bottles of beer.

"If you insist, but the flavors are going to clash."

They paraded back to the porch and set everything on the table. Tim laid out the graham crackers and chocolate bars, and then rolled the grill closer to the steps. "Okay, everything's ready. But first," he picked up Eve's discarded shirt, "let's protect your lovely boobs." 

She frowned, as he slipped it over her head.

"I know you're a nudist, but safety first. Besides, I really like a little mystery. You're just as sexy almost dressed." Taking her in his arms, he kissed her softly. "Foreplay, remember it, savor it," he added, rubbing the cotton-covered buns.

The word 'foreplay' hit a nerve, or maybe it was his hands. In any case, Eve closed her eyes and smiled. "Mmm, fo-play."

Clearing his throat, Tim said, "Let's get started," and picked up a fondue fork. He impaled a marshmallow, while stepping down to the grill. 

Eve followed close behind, forked marshmallow in hand. 

After removing the grate with a stick and banking the hot coals close to the side, Tim rotated his marshmallow in the wavy thermals. "I like mine cooked to a nice golden brown, but if you really want it to melt the chocolate it has to be really hot."

Tentatively, Eve stood with one hand on Tim's back and extended her white cylinder over the glowing embers.

"You'd better turn it, or --"

Too late. Eve's marshmallow burst into flames. Her shriek echoed across the dark lake. She waved it frantically, and in the twilight it reminded Tim of a meteorite. 

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled the molten sugar close and blew it out. "Quick, to the porch!" he said, guiding her up the stairs by the arm. 

He explained while doing, "Put it on the cracker, add the chocolate, then the top cracker, and then press down and pull out the fork. There, perfect. Well, a little burnt for my taste, but a good first effort."

Unsure of what happened next, Eve glanced from the smore to Tim.

He made the 'eat' sign. "Go ahead. Try it."

Timidly, she brought the treat to her lips and nibbled. The sweet flavor invited a larger sample. "Mmm." Her eyes grew round with yet another revealed delight.

"Want some more, yes?"

"Mmm, sumooore. Yes," she mumbled, cheek puffed out.

Grinning, he said, "Don't talk with your mouth full." 

A fifth treat and a bottle of beer later, the eastern horizon had become dark and the sky overhead star studded. A cooling breeze had caressed Eve's nipples awake beneath the tee shirt. Tim enjoyed the view, as she sucked goo from her fingers.

"You look delicious."

Her smile was broad and chocolate framed. "Deeleeshush."

"You're irresistible," he said, moving close. 

Encouraged by his advance, Eve closed the gap between them and looked up with expectant eyes.

"I think I like showing you the world, according to Tim." He wiped chocolate from her cheek and then sucked it off his finger. "Sloppiness becomes you. Let me get the rest." Holding her head between his palms, Tim bent to kiss away the sticky residue, while Eve's body melted against him. When the last bit was gone, his lips covered hers and received a passionate reward.

Touching foreheads, Tim whispered, "I don't think I want any smore of you. I think I want all of you." He removed the wilted flower from her hair.

Seeing its condition, Eve groaned with sadness. Gingerly, she reached out to pet it.

"I know. But another one will be back next spring. The root is still alive." Eve's sentimental reaction touched his heart, and gave him a twinge of compassion he'd only felt for her. "Let's clean up." 

Once again, the sink was filled with hot, soapy water and a couple of dishes.

"Eve, it's you're turn to wash." He took her hands and helped get her started. After she was on her way, he stepped behind and massaged her shoulders. 

She groaned and stopped working.

"Keep going. This is foreplay."

"Foreplay, yes," she whispered. 

Pressing himself against her back, he brushed aside the mane of gold and teased her salty neck with his lips. Lifting the hem of her shirt, his hands snaked beneath and up her belly until they cradled the soft weight of her breasts. His fingertips orbited the nipples, toying with the sensitive launch buttons. Pushing his palms up to her clavicles, the bunched shirt popped over her breasts, and exposed them to his view as he kissed her cheek. 

He hugged her tight, and whispered in her ear, "Eve, you are a beautiful woman. You've had the stars. I want to give you the world."

Time slowed. Seconds became minutes. Frequently, Eve would moan and lean back with a loss of self-control. 

Whenever she stopped washing, he would stop caressing.

She tried another tactic, and splashed unproductively, in order to keep his delightful hands active.

"You can't trick me, Eve," he said, while his index fingers rested on her points of interest.

Wantonly, she wiggled her chest for friction, and demanded, "Fore...play!"

"Wash...dishes!"

She did, but slowed further and seemed reluctant to finish.

"I see what you're up to. You think the foreplay will stop when you're done. Well, in that case," Tim picked up the towel and began to dry a plate, "I'll stop now."

Eve pouted. 

"You're almost done. Then more foreplay, yes?"

Her frown disappeared. "Foreplay, yes." The tee shirt stayed bunched high on her chest, as she washed the two remaining fondue forks. When they were dropped into the rack, she pulled the drain plug and pulled the towel from Tim's hand.

"Wait, I'm not finished."

Appearing angry, she wiped her hands and stepped toward Tim.

Mechanically, he stepped back. "What?"

Throwing the towel on the counter, she gripped her tee shirt and yanked it off. Her eyes became slits of aggression. 

Tim laughed and ran for his life. The patter of dainty feet followed close behind. He didn't dare look. Once he made it to the porch, directional indecision gave Eve time to catch up. She barreled into his back and almost knocked him onto the smoldering grill. Kisses rained down on his shoulders. His arms were pinned to his sides by her embrace.

"You're a crazy woman!" he declared, dragging her clinging weight down the stairs. "I think we need to cool off." 

With Eve trying to take him down like a lioness -- all maw and paws -- reaching the lake was harder than he would've imagined. By the time they stood by the shore, she had his shorts down to mid-thigh and her fist around his cock. 

Holding his palm in front of her face, he yelled, "Timeout!"

Reluctantly, she let go, but the smoldering look and heavy breathing told him it was but a temporary reprieve.

Dropping his shorts and stepping out, Tim said, "Let's rinse off some of the sweat, before I let you have your way with me." He took her by the hand and led her into the chilly water until they were waist deep. Then he hugged her, enjoying the hot and cold combination.

She laid her cheek on his shoulder and relaxed. Her hands moved gently over his back. 

Inhaling with his nose buried in her hair, Tim wanted a lifetime of summers like this. He scooped handfuls of water and laved her back. 

A groan of pleasure tickled his neck. 

"Like that, yes?"

"Yes," said Eve, soft and dreamy. Mimicking him, she rinsed his back. 

They cuddled for a few refreshing minutes. This was a moment to cherish, a capsule of time when everything else faded away. Earth was a beautiful and loving place for a change.

Tim separated from her, cupped two handfuls of water, and let the coldness dribble down the valley of Eve's chest. After the hands were empty, his palms leisurely bathed each breast. 

In the twilight, Eve swayed with eyes closed, wearing a contented grin. Goose flesh dimpled her torso. When Tim finished, she reciprocated with a shy tenderness. Tears ran down her cheek.

"Eve, are you okay?" He dipped his fingers into the lake and traced the damp line from her cheek to jaw. His touch cooled her brow and cradled her face. "What's the matter?"

Unable to express her emotions verbally, she hugged him with a fierceness that felt like desperation. Her body quivered.

"Eve. Honey. It's okay." Tim petted her hair. "I know. All these changes. Coming back must be so hard for you, everything is strange and no one to turn to. I can understand why you'd be scared." Lifting her chin until she met his gaze, he promised, "I'm here. I'll take care of you."

Her cold hands tangled in his hair, sending a chill down his spine. Forcefully, she pulled his lips to hers. They clung to one another in a passionate exchange of physical encouragement. 

It was Eve who finally broke away and anxiously led him by the hand to shore. 

Tim stopped her at the porch steps for a brief reprieve. "I think I know what you want. Are you sure?"

As if she understood, Eve climbed the three stairs and faced him. Her fingers haltingly slipped over her breasts, down her stomach and circled between her legs. She pointed at his penis and back to her feminine counterpart. Breathily, she said, "Yes," and then disappeared inside the cabin.

Tim stared at the screen door, his feet held fast by gravity. Not the gravity exerted by the Earth's mass, but the gravity of the situation. Eve's affection and attractiveness, her celestial innocence, exerted an almost irresistible pull on him. For the first time in his life, he was reluctant to bed a woman, because he cared. The consequences might be disastrous. Without knowing what Eve thought all this meant to them as a couple, a misunderstanding might lead to her emotional meltdown. How drunk was she? 

To give himself time to think, Tim moved the grill down to the shore and dumped the coals into the water. The hiss and steam reminded him of hell. 

A swim would be nice, but instead, he sat on the porch for a few minutes to take some cleansing breaths and meditate on his options. Moonlight cast long shadows and sparkled on the lake's surface. It was a perfect evening, and it would be a privilege to share it with Eve. She was giving herself willingly, enthusiastically. What man in his right mind would refuse? 

This was the longest that Eve had left his side and he began to wonder, 'Where is she?' Tim went inside to find out what she was doing. No lights were on, but moonbeams slanted through the windows to provide dim images in gray scale. 

"Eve?"

She appeared in the bedroom door as a shapely silhouette. "Tim?" Her hand rose up and showed him the translucent circle of a condom. 

His heart jumped and a lump caught in his throat. "I'll be right back. I need to clean up." 

Determined to make Eve's first time a satisfying experience, Tim washed and brushed his teeth. The beer still dulled his senses, but that was a good thing. He would be able to hold off a little longer, make their coupling last.




Catch and Release Ch. 05



When he returned to the bedroom, Eve was lying on her back in a pool of moonlight. Her skin glowed with a silver luminescence. At first he thought she'd fallen asleep, but when he stepped through the door she turned and smiled. 

"Hi," he said, sitting on the edge of the mattress. He bent over to look into her shadowed eyes. "How are you?"

"Yes," she whispered, trailing her fingers over his chest.

"Yes what?"

Rising up on her arms, Eve brushed her lips sensuously over his. "Yes... Tim." 

He followed her lips back to the pillow. Her arms encircled his neck and held him tight as her legs spread open. Her right foot slipped outside his hip and forced him between her thighs. Thrusting up, Eve rubbed against him.

"Oh Honey." Tim kissed her, as she writhed for more contact. "Slow down. There's no hurry," he said, but her passion proved irresistible and he pressed fully down against her.

Immediately, Eve locked her ankles over his buttocks and levered her pussy against his erection. He was trapped outside the sweetest vise imaginable. It took all his will power not to slip in. "Foreplay."

"No," she said, grabbing his ass with both hands, trying to wiggle high enough to position his tip.

Forcing her arms from his neck, he said, "Condom," and rolled off. 

Eve wasted no time. She snatched the latex ring from the nightstand and knelt beside Tim's waist. With one hand holding him vertical, the other placed the condom on his glans and tried to roll it down. 

"Wrong side. Turn it over," he said, reaching to help.

She slapped his hand away, determined to finish what she started.

"You're a good woman, Eve." 

In the cold, white light, he watched her flip it over and then carefully roll it down. Afterwards, her fingers lovingly traced his sheathed contour down to its base. Bending forward, she kissed his scrotum and then smiled wantonly, as she lay down beside him.

Tim rolled onto his side to admire her. Resting his head on one hand, he let his fingers trace over her breasts. The nipples jutted up, rubbery and tempting. Pinching one, he sucked the other. 

Eve's hands were in his hair. "Yes... Tim," she whispered. 

His fingertips descended to her mons and teased around the intimate edges of her sex. 

Moaning in frustration, Eve grabbed his wrist and guided his fingers where they should go.

"Here?"

Apparently, yes. Her hips bucked and she pulled his head down to her breast. When he began to twiddle and suckle her most sensitive bits, Eve once again maneuvered Tim between her legs.

"Are you ready?" he asked, already guessing the answer by the nectar flowing around his inserted digits.

"Yes," she whispered. 

Levering himself up on his arms, Tim positioned the head of his cock at Eve's entrance and pushed in an inch. She felt snug, but slippery and so inviting. 

Eve panted in ragged breaths at the building sensations. In the shadowy moonlight her blue eyes had turned steely gray, but blazed with desire. They sent a message to him, "I want you. Give me more."

Looking into her eyes, Tim pressed his hips gently forward. His cock slipped in halfway unhindered. Her missing hymen reminded him of where she'd been and the atrocities she'd endured. Tenderness filled his heart, as he began to pump his hips slowly, never passing the halfway mark. 

Overcome, Eve closed her eyes and sighed. 

"I know, Eve. This feel unbelievable," said Tim, watching his gleaming shaft slip in and out. The sight brought added stimulus as he gradually slipped in deeper and deeper.

Grasping his hips, Eve pulled on the in stroke and arched up, begging for more. A few seconds later, their hips met and they were fully engaged. 

Tim held still, as Eve became accustomed to the fullness. The muscles of her vagina contracted in spasms, intent on making him surrender his seed. Resisting the urge to thrust, he kissed her and hugged her tight, waiting for self-control to return. 

After a minute, their needy bodies calmed and they gazed into one another's eyes. 

He felt Eve's channel clench and relax. 

He gave her a knowing smile and made a slight thrust in response. 

"Yes, Tim," she said, squeezing his ass. 

Pulling out to the brink and then slipping easily back, Tim answered, "Yes, Eve."

He began the final waltz of lovers, the strokes slow and even. 

Twenty teasing fingers played over two bodies, quickening the urgency of fulfillment. 

Sensing his rising climax, Tim reached between their stomachs to caress Eve's clitoris, determined to set her off first. 

Just a few seconds later, her eyes grew round and then shut tight. Her hips shuddered, then arched, lifting him, forcing his cock deep. A high-pitched squeal escaped her lips and her head thrashed, whipping hair over her face. 

"God, you are so beautiful," said Tim, encouraging her abandon, while increasing the speed of his penetrations to hasten his own release. The thrill of coming together for Eve's first experience sent him over the edge. He pumped furiously into her writhing flesh, savoring every tingling spasm of his ejaculation. 

As the peak ebbed away, Tim noticed his penis suddenly felt different. There seemed to be a lot more sensation, more sensitivity. Quickly, reality worked its way through the orgasmic fog, and he pulled out. His worst fears were realized. The head of his cock poked through the torn condom tip. 

"Oh, shit! I can't believe this." He looked at Eve.

Eve still reveled in her afterglow. Sensuously arching her back, she stretched her arms over her head and smiled with a pleased and unconcerned expression.

"Look!" he shouted, waving his shrunken and protruding dick head. 

In response, she rubbed her stomach and then made a hump motion over her abdomen that suggested a swollen belly.

"What?" Tim reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. 

Previously hidden in the dark, the evidence of Eve's deception became visible. On the table lay his sex education, stick figure drawing -- the one that explained a condom's function. On top of the doodle rested the reason for the prophylactic failure, a fondue fork.

"Eve! You poked a hole in it?"

Wickedly, she grinned, sat up and grabbed his cock, gently slipping off the messy latex band. She then placed it between her legs and smeared the remaining sperm between her labia.

"No! Stop it!" he yelled, snatching it away. "This is crazy. We need to jump in the lake and rinse you out." Tim pulled her off the bed.

Eve unexpectedly hugged him and kissed him. 

"No," said Tim, pulling her toward the front door.

"Yes," Eve argued, rubbing his penis. 

As scared as he was, her playful struggle made him laugh. "You are too much, Girl."

Finally on the porch, Eve broke away from his grip and ran down the steps. 

Tim watched her ass wiggle all the way to the dock before he noticed the fog engulfing the far end. 

"Eve! Stop!" he screamed, racing after her. 

Eve had a different plan. With just a backward glance, she waved and yelled, "Tim! Fun and no bah newzz," then disappeared into the gray mist. 

By the time Tim made it to the dock the fog had already begun to evaporate. Racing with every ounce of strength, he leapt towards the receding cloud, only to fall into the cold, black water.



Catch and Release Ch. 06



Tim sat on the dock all night, dying inside and cursing his stupidity. The very thing he tried to avoid had come to pass. Why would Eve go back? Had this been her plan all along? There were so many unanswerable questions. If only he'd been able to control himself. If only he'd kept his dick in his pants. If only he'd turned Eve over to the authorities, she'd still be here. 

When sunrise brightened the eastern horizon, Tim had decided there was absolutely no one to blame but himself. Dejected and consumed by guilt, he returned to the cabin and fell onto the rumpled bed. Memories from the previous night haunted him. Suddenly nauseous, he ran to the bathroom and vomited. 

After his stomach settled, Tim went back to the bedroom and buried his face in the pillow. Eve's scent lingered on the sheets. Splintered sleep, animated by nightmarish images of Eve and child, left him exhausted with a profound sense of failure. The only hope he held onto was that Eve might return. But after the fourth night, it didn't seem probable. He stopped waiting up for her.

Tim began to punish himself with daylong hikes and distant trips in his kayak. Daytime thoughts were filled with remorse, but his nights gradually returned to exhausted sleep. He made infrequent expeditions into town, to purchase necessary provisions and a lot of beer. Women still caught his eye, but the attraction was poisoned by his loss. It was as if Eve died or, more accurately, he'd been responsible for her death. As much as he wanted to blame Eve, and to hold her accountable, he could only think of her as the victim in all this. If only he could have a second chance, things would be different. Eve deserved a better life.

A month after Eve's disappearance, Tim once again drank too many beer chasers after his evening swim. It wasn't until noon the next day that he noticed a large crate at the end of the dock. 

"What the hell?"

The old, weather-beaten steamer trunk was sealed tight by wrought iron hinges and a skeleton key padlock. Standing three feet high, three feet wide and five feet long, it looked perfect for hiding a body. Pasted on the top was a faded label that read 'Titanic'. Tim glanced around to see if anyone was watching, then warily turned the key and peeked inside. What he saw made him drop the lid. Once again, he looked around for any sign that he was the victim of a practical joke. But all was quiet. Tim lifted the top high enough to reach inside and pull out a stack of twenty-dollar bills. 

"This can't be real." 

Slowly, he thumbed through the stack and checked the dates. The bills appeared much newer than the trunk, ranging from the 1950's all the way to the 1990's. Lifting the lid again, Tim put the money back and picked up a photograph. He stared unblinking at a close-up of Eve and him, kissing. The background was out of focus. It was impossible to tell where the picture was taken, but Eve wore the red shirt he'd bought for her. This was a sign. Whether good or bad, he knew everything was about to change.

Deciding he'd better not search the trunk out in the open, Tim tried to drag the heavy chest, but only made it to the shoreline. Using a cardboard box, he started transferring its contents into the cabin's living room. It took several trips just to remove the top layer of money. The visible currency varied in denominations -- from one hundred dollar bills down to one-dollar bills. He'd have to count it to get an accurate total. The bottom half of the trunk contained documents and photographs. 

When the transfer was completed, he dragged the trunk inside and placed it in front of the couch. "Nice coffee table."

Two hours later, Tim completed a cursory inspection of the paperwork and understood what the aliens had in mind. The authentic looking marriage certificate, proclaiming the legal bond between Eve Harrington and Timothy Logan, would certainly fool nearly everyone. Eve's Social Security card may even dupe the IRS. Unquestionably, the aliens knew what-was-what on earth and how to avoid detection.

Tim had misgivings about the aliens' plan. It wasn't in his best interest to be married. This sudden twist of fate damned his future. If the aliens intended to return Eve to him, they seemed to require a long-term commitment. He was not the commitment type. His first inclination was to take the money and run. The thought of burning everything that might link Eve and him, and then disappear without a trace, crossed his mind more than once. 

Eventually, Tim placed everything back into the trunk, except for the photographs and five hundred dollars. He drove to the mall and bought picture frames and more clothes for Eve. Maybe in a year, she would be educated enough to make it on her own. Then they could go their separate ways and split the money, 60/40. For his trouble, he'd get the 60. 

By seven o'clock, the framed kissing picture sat on the bedside table. Other cherished photographs and mementoes -- without any cherished memories -- were strewn throughout the cabin. The stage was set. The only thing missing was the leading lady. 

Nervous, Tim couldn't eat, but was able to down a few beers. He swam longer than usual, draining himself of energy. By midnight, he fell asleep on a porch chair. A persistent nudging against his foot interrupted Tim's nightmare, and he awoke with a start. 

Standing before him was the tall alien with Eve cradled in its tentacle arms. Eve's head lolled against its skinny, gray shoulder. She looked unconscious. The luxurious blond hair had been cut short, now only reaching to the bottom of her chin. Other than that, she looked perfect and beautiful. 

Tim's heart raced. His mouth dried up. The excitement of having her back drove away any doubts he felt earlier. Quickly, he stood and took her away from it. There was a reluctant tension in the alien's release.

"Thanks, Lieutenant Data. You're doing the right thing," said Tim, while examining Eve's body to make sure she was visibly uninjured. 

The alien lingered. They stared at one another. Its face was not expressive, but Tim sensed a warning or a threat. This thing definitely had an emotional attachment to Eve. The staring match ended when its hand reached out and brushed aside the hair on the left side of Eve's head to expose a three-inch scar above her ear. 

"What the fuck did you do?" It sickened Tim to think her brain had been tampered with. Then suddenly, he remembered the medical records in the trunk. "Is that fake? Part of the cover-up? The phony records said she had a rock climbing accident. I remember I said that to the woman at the mall. Are you using what I said to cook up a believable explanation for her condition?"

It nodded and turned its eyes back to Eve. His long fingered hand reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek, then slipped down, and rubbed her chest for a few seconds like you'd rub a favorite dog. However, the fingers began to tease Eve's nipples, until they stood at attention. Tim watched the oddly formed hand fondle each breast in a way he recognized as sexual, and it made him jealous and aroused all at the same time. He wanted to pull her away, but was afraid such an uncooperative action would endanger her freedom. When Eve began to moan and rub her cheek against Tim's shoulder, the alien hand continued down to her stomach and made an arc in the air, representing a rounded belly, and then the bug-eyed creature shook its head 'no'.

Tim understood immediately. "Eve's not pregnant?"

Looking Tim in the eye, the alien repeated 'no', while giving him the threatening mental sensation.

"Thank God," said Tim. "Don't worry. She didn't have to get pregnant for me to take care of her." Surprisingly, he meant it. 

Father-like, the alien patted Tim's shoulder and then walked away, down to the dock. Before disappearing into the mist-shrouded end, it turned for one last look, raised its hand in good-bye, and split its four fingers in the Vulcan salute. 

Tim laughed. "Live long and prosper, you sick freak."

When the cloud dispersed, Tim carried Eve into the bedroom and laid her down. Against his better judgment, he stripped off his clothes and wrapped her in his arms. Her breathing was regular and peaceful against his neck. The soft comfort of her warm body felt reassuring. Tim's guilty conscience was finally comforted and he fell sound asleep for the first time in a month. 

Around 8 a.m., Tim woke up refreshed. Eve had rolled away and lay on her back near the wall. That was a good sign. She was coming out of whatever drug they'd used. Her left hand rested on her stomach and, for the first time, he noticed an engagement ring and a wedding ring. These aliens were very detail oriented. From the size of the rock, they were very generous too. He was sure they'd want him to perform his role as Eve's husband to the best of his ability with the same attention to detail. 

Sorely tempted, Tim thought, 'If I'm supposed to be married, I need to show my wife how much I love her.' 

Sliding closer, he rested his head on his left arm and had a closer look at his refugee bride. For an arranged marriage, he'd done very well for himself. 'I could pretend this is our honeymoon. After all, according to the fake certificate, we've been falsely married less than two years.' 

Tim leaned down, kissed her breast, and blew a stream of air over the damp nipple. When it became hard, he gently sucked.

Eve squirmed a little. 

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," he whispered, and then teased the other side with his fingers.

A minute passed, before a hand rested on the back of his head and massaged his scalp. Tim increased his efforts to seduce his uncommon-law wife, letting his hand slip across her belly to tease around her sex.

"Mmm, Tim. That feels nice."

Eve's declaration, made in a complete sentence, stunned him. He rose up and looked into her sleepy blue eyes. "You talked!"

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "Well, of course I did." She grinned, arching a questioning eyebrow. "Would it turn you on more if I pretended to sleep through it all? You're not getting weird on me, are you, Honey?" Then her face clouded. "Was this a game we used to play, before the accident? I'm sorry..."

"No! Nothing like that." Tim wracked his brain for something clever to say. Apparently, she really believed the rock climbing accident actually happened. Had the aliens completely erased her memories and replaced them with... what? "You were sound asleep, I didn't think you'd wake up so quickly." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, "I just got started." 

The explanation sounded reasonable, and seemed to allay her concern. "Well, don't let that stop you." Eve pulled his head back to her chest.

Tim's delight was equally divided between Eve's physical charms and her newfound intellect. The way she expressed her pleasure with whispered endearments in a sultry, hungry tone had an aphrodisiac like power. The vocal encouragement inflamed his desire to serve her, body and soul... but just her body for now. 

As Eve peaked against his mouth, the high-pitched, orgasmic squeal sounded the same as before. 

Kissing up her delicious contour, he thought, 'the aliens worked a miracle. What else will be different about her?'

When he reached her mouth, she kissed him sloppily, washing her essence from his face. "Mmm, I taste good on you." Gripping his cheeks, Eve gazed into his eyes. "Maybe I'm a lesbian."

Tim laughed. "Do you even know what a lesbian is?"

"Of course I do. A woman who is sexually attracted to other women." 

Taken aback, he said, "Where did you learn that?"

She looked past him to the ceiling. "I don't remember. Maybe I've been watching your pornography."

"I don't have any." How does she know about porn?

"Then... maybe I've been studying the 'L' section of the dictionary, or maybe it's an old memory that's come back." She pushed him off and knelt beside his hip. "It doesn't matter where I heard about it." Looking seriously wickedly, she kissed his stomach. "The important thing is to find out if you taste as good, or better."

"Good idea," said Tim, as her soft mouth enveloped the tip of his cock.

Timidly, Eve played with him for a minute, tracing his shaft, examining his girth and vascular length. "I wish I could remember our life together -- what you liked and disliked. I only remember bits and pieces. I know we're married. I know we're lovers, but I feel inadequate, like a beginner, a virgin. It must be a great disappointment to you, to have to start all over again with me."

"That's not true at all." Tim rubbed her thigh. "We haven't known each other that long, so we really haven't had time to establish any pattern. You were a virgin. The first virgin I've ever...uh... had the privilege to..."

"Fuck?"

Laughing at her bluntness, he said, "How do you know 'fuck'?" 

"Do I shock you?"

He was shocked, and a little disappointed to lose the simple child of nature that Eve embodied before. "You are a lot of fun. It would be my amazing luck to experience our beginning all over again."

"Aw, you're so sweet. That must be one of the things I loved about you." She fell on him, and kissed him.

"Loved? As in 'I used to love you, but now I'm not sure'?"

She slid down his body, saying, "How can I be sure of anything? I can't even remember what I did yesterday." 

"That will change. Your memory will improve."

She stroked the base of his penis and licked the tip. "I don't know. How could I ever forget someone as yummy as you?" 

"From the feel of it, you haven't forgotten the important stuff."

Eve hummed around his cock, and mumbled, "I think I like to be stuffed," then sank down and filled her mouth.

"I'm happy to oblige." In fact, her technique improved dramatically in a just few minutes. She tried to mount him, but he rolled her off. 

"Not without protection."

She pouted briefly, and then bowed down to continue her oral assault. Her inquisitive mind seemed hell-bent on learning what pleased him most, and soon he was ready to fire off a one-gun salute. 

"Eve, I'm... almost there."

She moaned and plunged her mouth up and down, demanding his climax. The orgasm was huge when it exploded. After a month of abstinence, the reservoir was full and his seed overflowed her lips. She laughed in surprise at the power of his spurts, pumping the last half of his ejaculate onto his stomach. 

With her face coated, Eve smiled brightly, and said, "Oh, my. I bet that felt good." 

"That felt... amazing."

Wiping her chin and licking her fingers, she said, "I guess I'm not a lesbian, after all. I like your taste better." 

Tim grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself up. "Well, I'm relieved to hear that, because you are the most exciting woman I've ever met. I'd hate to lose you."

"Really?"

He threw the sodden tissue into the wastebasket and turned to face her. She looked genuinely delighted, swelling his heart with tenderness. "REALLY!" he said, knocking her back and holding her tight. "Really," he kissed her, "absolutely," he kissed her with tongue, "positively", he affirmed, finishing with a sumptuous, skin-tingling, embrace. 

With eyes closed, she smiled, and said, "Gee, I'm not sure I believe you yet. Keep trying to convince me."

"Okay. It will be my pleasure."

They cuddled for a while, and then got up and made breakfast. 

One thing hadn't changed -- Eve's preference to be nude. "Why do you wear those?" she asked, pulling on his boxers while he spread jam on his toast.

"I feel safer."

"But, you're not." She slipped in a hand to prove her point. "Not from me."

"In case of fire, I can run outside without sustaining a flopping injury."

"Is that even possible?"

"Not really," he said. Eve fondled his balls, and it made him wonder, "Hey, do you want some eggs?"

"Let me make them," she said, removing her hand to open the refrigerator. "Why aren't you wearing your wedding ring?"

Oops. He hadn't thought of that. "I lost it... swimming. You don't remember?"

"No." She cracked the eggs into the frying pan. "We should spend some of our loot to replace it."

Uh-oh. "Loot?"

"Yeah, in the trunk. Did you think I'd forgotten about it?" The eggs sizzled and splattered. "Ow!"

"You'd better put on a shirt, before you get burned and I have to rub butter on your boobs."

"Funny, but don't change the subject. Besides, I'd like that. The butter-massage part, anyway." She backed up an arm and spatula's length away.

"What do you remember about the money? This may be a breakthrough." Tim poured juice and coffee, and sat down at the table, wondering, 'what did those alien bastards put in her head?'

Eve was silent for a while. "I remember we were on our honeymoon. We were hiking in Oregon and found a parachute. Under the chute there was a skeleton and a backpack filled with money." She brought the pan over to the table and slid the scrambled eggs onto the plates. "You said we'd found D. B. Cooper and his ransom money." 

Tim thought, 'Those alien bastards.' Aloud, he said, "You're mistaken."

"I am?" After a thoughtful moment, she asked, "Then... where did it come from?"

A suitable lie didn't come to mind, so the truth was the next best thing. "Aliens." Those bastards. "You were abducted by aliens and they've brought you back to release you into the wilderness."

She laughed, but he stared at her in all seriousness. 

"Shut up." Eve stared back at him. After pondering the comment for a while, she asked, "Are you trying to make me crazy?"

That hurt. "Why would I do that?"

Pointing an accusing fork, she declared, "You want the money all for yourself. In fact, I bet you pushed me off the cliff." Something clicked in her head, and she added, "You tried to drown me too! I remember!"

"Did not! You fell in, and I pulled you out." Furious, Tim said, "It's those alien bastards! They've planted all this shit in your brain. They've altered your memory. They want you to forget what they did you." The truth sounded worse than any lie. 

"Then how come you remember them?" Eve jumped up, knocking over her chair. "Don't treat me like a fool," she said, and walked out.

"Fucking great." 

Tim cleaned up the kitchen and then looked for Eve. She was dressed and sitting in the living room, reading the papers from inside the trunk. 

"Are you saying none of this is true?"

The truth shall set you free. "Yes, that's what I'm saying."

Taking off her rings, she said, "Then I guess we're not really married and you're just using me." 

Using her? Alien bastards! "I'm taking care of you, until you can take care of yourself." 

"Don't patronize me!" She began to divide the money. "Take me to town, so I can start taking care of myself."

"Hey, I don't need this shit! Take all the fucking money. I don't want it. If you can handle it on your own, then fine with me."

"Fine." Tears rolled down Eve's cheeks. "I need to pack."

Tim brought out a suitcase. "Here. Keep it."

After filling half the suitcase with documents and money, she carried it to the bedroom and packed her clothes. "This stuff is all new."

"Yeah, I just bought it for you, because I knew you were coming back. The aliens kept you naked like a damn pet. They grabbed you from an airplane crash when you were a baby. No one missed you."

"Shut up about the aliens!" Angrily, she lifted the suitcase, refusing to let him carry it out.

Tim shut up, about everything. But his head pounded, as they drove silently to the town of Anvil. 

Eve pointed at a motel on the edge of town. "Drop me off over there."

A sudden wave of fear made him cringe. He worried about Eve's safety. At least the aliens had cared for her. Unscrupulous humans would not be so compassionate. "No, I won't."

She yelled, "What do you mean, 'No'?" her eyes narrowed with contempt.





Catch and Release Ch. 06



"I'm sorry, Eve. I can't." 

"Yes, you can!"

He drove into town, and turned into a parking lot. "Look, Eve... I just spent a month in hell, thinking about what happened to you. I feel responsible for your safety. I'd go nuts, wondering if you were okay. Whatever kind of living arrangement you want, you can have. But you have to stay with me, until I know you're ready to be on your own. I'm not saying you can't take care of yourself, I'm asking -- for my own peace of mind -- that you let me help you do it, so I know you're ready. If you care about me at all, give me some time." Embarrassed by his emotions, he turned away. "I love you."

"What?" 

He spun around, and yelled, "I love you! All right!"

"All right!" 

They glared at one another. Eve's eyes welled up. Her bottom lip trembled.

Calmly this time, Tim said, "I really love you... and I don't want to lose you."

They drove silently home.

Tim felt profound relief, while carrying the suitcase back into the bedroom. He enjoyed watching Eve unpack, and the way she timidly glanced at him between trips to the dresser.

With a note of awkwardness in her voice, Eve asked, "Would you put the money and papers back in the trunk, please?"

"Sure," he said, and carried the bag out.

When he returned, Eve was sobbing into her hands. 

Tim sat next to her and rubbed her back. "It'll be okay. I'll sleep in the other room and--"

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I lied. I lied about everything."

"What?"

"I'm sorry I tried to get pregnant. I was so afraid of being alone. I thought if I had your baby, you'd have to take care of me. I thought... if you left me, I'd still have a child who'd love me. The mothers at the mall looked so happy. It was a stupid thing to do. I'm so sorry."

"You remember?"

"Everything."

"Then why all this bull--"

"It was the only way I could find out how you really felt. I had to be sure I could trust you, that you wanted me."

"I want you, very much. More than I've wanted anyone." He hugged her sideways. "I love you."

She laid her head on his shoulder, and said, "I wish I could say... I love you, too. But, I'm not really sure what love is. Can you explain it to me?"

"Explain love?" Shit! He had a better chance of explaining nuclear fission. Maybe this wasn't love, after all. In reality, they'd only known each other a few days. "I'll try. Love is like emotional magnetism. It's like gravity pulling people together -- people who are attracted to each other. When a couple fall in love, they share things in common and are happier than they've ever been before. 'Two become one flesh,' is how marriage is supposed to be. Love holds them together. They want to make families."

"So, your parents are in love?"

"They were once, but not anymore."

"Does that mean you might not love me tomorrow?"

"I'll still love you tomorrow." If you stop asking so many damn questions. 

"Do you want to have a family with me?"

"Whoa, one step at a time. First, you have to decide if you love me or not. Wait a second. I'll be right back."

Tim ran out to the living room and back. "Give me your left hand. No, your other left."

"Sorry."

"Wear this, until you're sure." He slipped the alien engagement ring onto her finger. "This ring represents your commitment to me, and only me. It also means that I won't chase other women. Men will see that ring and leave you alone. Well, most men. The ring is a sign to everyone that you are engaged. The engagement period is a time when a couple decides if they want to be together in marriage."

"Don't you get a ring?"

"Men don't wear engagement rings. We're on the honor system." 

"Women aren't honorable here?"

Be careful. "Yes, women are honorable. But on earth, men are the main aggressors when it comes to dating and sex. This ring marks you as unavailable. It tells all the other guys, 'don't waste your time, she's taken, get lost'."

"What if a man chases me anyway? What if I can't outrun him?"

Tim smiled at her literal translation. "Scratch his eyes out."

Eve smiled shyly. "I'm a marked woman. Thank you."

He kissed her salty cheek. "Thank you for accepting."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Eve pulled him down on top of her. "Is it bad for me to be aggressive with you?" Her fingers played in his hair and tickled his ears. "I like sex, very much." 

"Me too. That's one of the things we have in common, and I love that about you." Actually, it was the first thing. "We should make a doctor's appointment, and get you on the birth control pill. Then we can have sex whenever we feel like it, without the hassle of a condom. When was your last period?"

"Period?"

"You know, the curse. The menstrual cycle?"

She squinted at him, confused. "Sounds like some sort of horrible musical mode of transportation." 

"Not 'minstrel'. Never mind. When was the last time you bled from your vagina?" 

"Eww, never."

"Really?" This was big news. Maybe Eve had been sterilized. When the alien told him she wasn't pregnant, maybe he meant she couldn't get pregnant. 

"Are women supposed to bleed from there?" 

"It's not important. Come on. Let's do something fun."



Catch and Release Ch. 07



Tim parked his jeep on the sandy shoulder and shut off the engine. There were about twenty other parked cars, with no one else in sight. "Looks like a big crowd today."

Eve turned to look in all directions. "Where is everyone?"

"The locals call it 'Hedo Cove'." Tim jumped out and grabbed his backpack. Handing her a blanket, he added, "It's kind of a private party spot. The in-crowd hangs out here."

"I don't think I want to be in a crowd. So many people make me nervous." 

"Don't worry. I won't let you out of my sight." He felt a little guilty, bringing Eve here, but he couldn't resist the temptation to show her off. It would be a test, for both of them.

Sparkling water glinted through the pine trees, as they drew closer to the lake. Indistinct voices and laughter could be heard above the whispering breeze. 

Eve asked, "Do you know these people? Are they friends of yours?" 

Tim took her hand and guided her up the granite boulder that hid the shoreline from view. "I'll probably know some of them. We just party together. I wouldn't say we're good friends."

Ten feet below, a sandy beach stretched around a small inlet. Young men and women, in various stages of undress, cavorted in the sunshine. A big, hairy guy on a jet ski sped off with a naked girl pressed to his back. A clothesline had been strung between two trees and nude couples played volleyball over a net of clothes. Two men, standing in chest deep water, with topless women perched on their shoulders, engaged in an aquatic chicken fight. The girls shrieked with laughter, as they struggled to grip the slippery flesh of their opponent. The men howled when the skinny brunette grabbed the busty redhead's chest from behind and dragged her down. 

Eve silently took it all in.

"What do you think?" Tim asked, leading her to an open patch of beach.

"Looks like they're having fun."

As he spread the blanket, a girl screeched, "Timmy!"

He looked up and spotted Andrea Chetney running towards him. She bounced beautifully.

"Hi, Andrea. This is Eve--"

"Where have you been, Tiger?" She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She smiled hungrily, and with slurred speech, growled, "I've missed you, Baby. You're always such big fun."

Uncharacteristically flustered by the brazen show of affection, Tim stumbled with a response, while trying to separate their bodies. "I've been around. Hey, Andrea, I want you to meet my girlfriend Eve."

"Eve, Shmeeve." Andrea pouted and ran her hand over his crotch.

Embarrassment on his face, Tim glanced at Eve, who stared open mouthed. Tim grabbed Andrea's wrist and twisted it away. 

"Ow! Baby, that hurts."

"Andrea, stop. Eve is my fiancée."

Understanding finally registered in Andrea's brain. "Really? You're engaged?" She icily glowered at Eve, her eyes running up and down. "Don't get too comfortable, Honey. Timmy likes variety," she said flatly, and then staggered away, her thonged ass flexed with a sweaty sheen.

"I'm sorry, Eve. Maybe coming here wasn't such a great idea."

She studied him for a few seconds. "That's okay. It helps me understand you. Isn't that what engagements are for?"

"I guess." But he wasn't so sure he wanted Eve to know this side of him. The plan to show her off might backfire and piss her off instead. He started to think maybe keeping her beautiful innocence a secret was a better choice. 

"I'm hot," she said, and removed her tee shirt. The flawless, ivory breasts seemed to glow in the bright sun.

Tim noticed many a male head snap in their direction, like some pheromonal beacon had just been switched on. He dug into the backpack and pulled out the SPF 40 lotion. "Better put this on." 

When he reached out with the tube, Eve's shorts were already around her ankles. 

"Why don't you leave them on? I don't want to have to fight off every guy here." 

"Don't be silly. Other girls are nude, and no one is fighting with them. I like being naked."

He couldn't argue with the facts. But he did convince her to rub on the sunscreen. The slow, deliberate way she applied it to her legs caused eyes to bug out all around them. 

"Eve, how 'bout a beer." I certainly need one.

"Yes please," she said, squirting a stream of lotion onto her taught belly. "Ooo, that's cold."

Tim popped the can top, and said, "No, Honey. That's really hot." He sat down on the blanket and touched the beer can to the back of her neck. She squealed in surprise. "That's cold." 

After several gulps from the can, he applied some sunscreen on himself, and said, "Let me do your back."

Eve flipped over and Tim rubbed on the lotion, enjoying the round firmness of her bottom a little longer than necessary. 

"Need some help?" said a male voice behind them.

Tim turned to see an old acquaintance. "Jeff! How's it going, Man!" He stood up and they shook hands. 

"Excellent, excellent. How 'bout yourself? I see you've brightened every man's day here with another lovely lady." He looked down at Eve and smiled. "Hi, I'm Jeff Little. I'm sure Tim has told you all about me."

Eve rolled over to watch the two men, and smiled back, "Hi, I'm Eve. No, he hasn't."

Jeff slapped Tim's shoulder. "Dude, I'm crushed. I guess you just haven't gotten around to telling her about our arrangement."

"Man, that was four years ago. Statute of limitations ran out." Uneasy, Tim pulled Jeff aside, and growled, "She's my fiancée, damn it!"

Jeff's eyes narrowed. "Even better."

"No. No way. I'll kick your ass."

"Fuck you, buddy." Jeff pushed Tim away, strolled over to a beached jet ski, and shoved off. He waved goodbye to Eve, and yelled, "I'll see you later," as he accelerated toward open water.

When Tim returned to the blanket, Eve asked, "Is your friend coming back?" 

He flopped down, and said, "I don't think so."

"Too bad. He seemed nice."

More about himself than Jeff, Tim said, "Appearances can be deceiving." He opened another beer.

A few beers later, Tim's disposition improved. He convinced Eve to team up with him for a chicken fight free-for-all against three other couples. Eve started out very passive, but after she was dragged down a few times her attitude changed. She became a wild woman. Tim thought it was great fun, carrying her naked on his shoulders, and watching her wrestle with other naked women. Everyone involved laughed and joked. The spectators on the beach hooted fouls and cheered victories.

Eventually, they all became too tired to fight. Tim and Eve recuperated in the chilly water. 

Pulling her close, Tim said, "That was fun," and kissed her.

Eve smiled. "Yes. I like being with other people. It's so different from... my life before. It's like I'm part of something, not just an object."

At the far end of the beach, a two-seater kayak cruised to shore.

Tim pointed, and said, "I'm going to check out the new ride. Wanna come?"

"No. I'm tired. I'll wait here."

He kissed her wet hair. "Be right back."

Tim was deep into a kayak stability conversation with the boat owner when, over the roar of an engine, he heard, "Hey Tim, I'll bring her back! No worries!"

Quickly, he spun around to see Jeff Little, and his bouncing jet ski, race out onto the lake with Eve clutching his waist and waving goodbye. 

"Shit!" Tim looked around for a way to chase after them, but saw nothing faster than the kayak. Pursuit was futile. All he could do was watch, as the speedy little craft splashed out to open water and stopped. The passengers appeared as distant dots. He couldn't see what was happening, but he knew what Jeff was up to. Eve was trapped and Tim couldn't rescue her. Helpless rage filled him once again.

For thirty minutes Tim stared into the glittering distance, praying Eve wouldn't struggle, fall into the water, and drown. When the craft began to move slowly back toward the beach, he felt apprehensive relief and rapidly gathered their belongings for a quick exit. He'd had enough hedonism for one day. 

About 100 yards away, Jeff turned the jet ski parallel to shore, obviously searching for him. 

"Come on," Tim muttered, and waved his hand to get Jeff's attention.

An evil grin spread across Jeff's lips, as he waved back. Eve sat motionless, gripping the seat cushion and facing away. Her body language told Tim everything he needed to know.

Jeff pointed to a spot, and Tim jogged down the beach. 

Before Tim could react, Jeff circled around and dropped Eve off at the far side of the inlet. 

Tim ran back, as Jeff sped away, yelling, "Thanks, buddy! We're even!" 

Eve just stood there, her face downcast.

"Honey, are you okay?" Tim splashed out and held her in his arms, but she didn't answer. When he pushed up her chin and looked into her eyes, Eve wouldn't meet his gaze. "Are you hurt, Baby?"

She shook her head 'no'. 

Slipping the tee shirt over her head, he said, "Let's go home."

Remaining quiet, Eve followed him back to the Jeep. 

Tim didn't ask questions, until they were on the road. "Eve, look at me. What happened?"

Sadly, she glanced at him and then stared at her hands in her lap. "I had sex with Jeff."

Bile rose up in Tim's throat. "Did he rape you?"

"Rape?"

"Force you to have sex with him?"

"No." She glanced at him, and then looked out her window. "He was very nice. It was... exciting."

"What the fuck happened!"

Eve jumped at his booming voice, but continued to stare out the side window. "After you left, Jeff stopped by and asked if I'd like to go for a ride. It looked like fun. He was your friend. So I said, 'yes'." 

After a long pause, Tim asked, "Then what a happened?"

"Well... I got scared. I yelled at him, 'Slow down. I don't know how to swim'. So, he stopped."

"What a guy."

Eve's hands fidgeted as she explained, "Jeff turned around on the seat and offered to teach me how, but I told him it was too deep out there and that you were already teaching me. Then, he smiled a friendly smile, and said, 'How about I teach you something else?' His eyes wandered over my body. The way he looked at me made me tingle. He told me I was very pretty. He rubbed my knee. It felt... unusual to have someone else, someone new, touch me like that. It gave me that special tingle I'd only felt with you. I felt... desire. Then, he rubbed my other leg. I shivered, like when you touch me, but it was different, somehow. Then we talked about you. He said you two were old friends and shared everything, even girlfriends. Jeff said it was your turn to share. His hands felt so good on my legs, I didn't stop them when they slid up."

As much as Tim despised Jeff at this moment, he couldn't blame him. Tim knew this was his own fault. He'd seduced Jeff's girlfriend years ago and this was payback. Once again, his actions had put Eve in harms way. Once again, he could only curse himself. "So, you liked it. Did he at least wear a condom?"

"Why?"

"So you wouldn't get pregnant! That's why!"

"He didn't put his penis inside me."

"He didn't?" Well, that was some good news. "What did he do?"

"Well... he touched me, like you do, only it was a little different. He spent a long time feeling my breasts and complimenting my body -- how smooth it felt. I noticed his penis grew bigger inside his shorts. Curious about what it looked like, I told him that yours was the only penis I'd ever touched, and I asked him if I could touch his. He said something strange, like, "Holey sheet" and got really excited. By then, I was excited too. When he showed it to me, I wanted to study it. He said it was okay, but as soon as I put my hand around it, he squirted all over his leg. His penis is much smaller than yours. I didn't think he was... ready."

Now Tim knew why the girls called Jeff, 'Little Speedy'. Not sure why he wanted to, Tim asked, "Then what happened."

Eve looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Jeff started to cry."

"He cried?"

"Yes, and he kept saying, 'I'm sorry'. I don't know why he was sorry, but he sobbed... for a long time. It frightened me. I told him I wanted to go back, and that made him calm down." Eve covered her face, and said, "Then I felt horrible, because I'd promised not to have sex with anyone but you."

Tim thought quietly for a while. Sure, Eve strayed. She'd been tempted and given in, but what happened was barely sex. After the beer and naked wrestling, what did he expect? "So, was it worth it? Is this something you want to do again? Do you want to break our engagement and experience sex with other people?"

They drove a mile, before she answered. "Sexual desire is a powerful thing. It's an amazing sensation. I'm not sure I can control myself, or maybe I don't want to." Eve sighed. "But something was missing with Jeff."

"Yeah, your orgasm."

Eve laughed. "Well, there is that, but also, I found out something else, what I felt towards Jeff was not as satisfying as what I feel with you. It wasn't..."

"Wasn't what?"

"It wasn't personal. Does that make sense?"

"Makes perfect sense," said Tom, placing a hand on her thigh.

She covered the hand with hers, and continued, "It made me feel like an object again, a lot like I felt with the Keepers."

"Keepers? That's what they call themselves?"

"I can't translate their real name. They don't communicate with words. That's how they described themselves to me."

Zookeepers, more like it. "Eve, you're not an object anymore, unless you choose to be. Honestly, in the past, I've always preferred the impersonal, sex object, form of relationship... until I met you. You've taught me an important lesson. You're right; sex is more satisfying when it's personal. I'm a dumb jock, a slow learner. It took me a long time to figure it out."

Eve looked at him with large, liquid eyes. "Jock? You ride horses? It doesn't matter. You're not dumb. Maybe you just hadn't found the right person to be personal with."

He smiled. "You're a smarty pants." Glancing down, he added, "--less."

"The answer is 'yes'."

"What was the question?"

"Do I still want to be engaged? Yes... if you still want me."

Tim squeezed her hand. "More than ever." Turning onto the dirt road to camp, he stopped and said, "How about a driving lesson?"

"Really?"

"Why not. You already have a driver's license."

They traded places, and after Tim explained the basics, he said, "Okay, put it in drive, take your foot off the brake, and give it some gas."

She did. Too much gas, and then hit the brake. "Sorry."

Tim smiled, rubbed the back of his neck, and said, "Not bad. Now try a gradual pressure on the gas pedal and go slow."

They traveled at a wheelchair pace for a while. 

Tim looked over and noticed Eve's tee shirt had ridden up around her waist, providing a glimpse of the entrance to her sweet cylinder. His piston came to life. "Okay, give it a little more gas. We need to get home before the snow falls."

"When's that?"

Thinking about Eve hidden under heavy winter clothes, he answered, "Too soon."

When Eve finally parked the Jeep perfectly beside the cabin, her face beamed pure joy. "I liked that. It's exciting to drive."

"It's exciting to watch you drive," said Tim, reaching over to fondle her hip.

She closed her eyes. "That feels personal."

"Let's take a shower and wash off the sunscreen."

Eve ran to the house -- naked before the screen door banged shut.

Tim walked up the steps. "Nicest ass this side of Venus."

They scrubbed quickly, eager to get it done. 

Tim guessed that Eve was left a little frustrated by her afternoon's debauchery, so he decided to postpone her gratification. While drying her back, he asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes. Starving." She pulled the towel from his hands, knelt down and devoured his cock. 

Laughing, he said, "I like being your appetizer."

It wasn't long, before he was too large to hide between her lips. Releasing his cock, she smiled up and said, "The more I eat the more there is. Is it magic?" 

Lifting Eve to her feet, he said, "That's my magic wand."

"What can you do with it?"

"Come with me. I'll make it disappear for you." 

The sun had fallen below the tree line and a pine breeze perfumed the cool bedroom air. The sheets were welcoming after the long, wearisome day. They lay there, on their sides, heads propped up, faces smiling. 

Eve ran a finger down his chest, and said, "Times like this with you... I don't know how to describe what I feel. I just want to melt all over you, become a smore." 

Tim laughed and slipped his hand into her hair. "A smore wife. Sounds good to me." He eased forward to her lips, and said, "I have a big sweet tooth." 

As they kissed, Eve softened, surrendering to the heat. Tim rolled on top. Her arms wrapped around and pulled him tight. He slipped between her yielding legs and looked into her eyes. The deep blue held a tempting, irresistible pleasure. When he pressed forward, she opened herself, knees falling wide apart. Slowly, he entered her and formed the most delicious of human connections. 

When their hips met, she whispered, "No protection?"

"You want it?" he asked, lying flat to savor the touch of her skin and the taste of her neck. 

Eve smiled. "Mmm, I do... I want you, Timmy." Her ankles crossed over his bottom and she arched up, squeezing around his cock, to leave no confusion about what she wanted.

"Timmy?"

"Timmy the Tiger." Her hands cupped his bottom and pulled him tight. 

He laughed softly and languidly thrust his hips. 

She writhed beneath him with an urgency he was trying to suppress. Patience did not seem to be part of Eve's nature. 

When he pulled out, she whimpered and grasped his cock. 

Tim sat back and Eve sat up. Frowning, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just savoring the moment," he said, leaning back. "Let's not rush this."

"Savor?" said Eve, leaning forward. "I thought that meant 'to enjoy something's taste'." Without hesitation, she sucked his shiny erection deep into her mouth, moaning a satisfied tune.

"I like your grasp of the English language." 

Too soon, Tim felt the stirrings of an orgasm. Lifting her face from his groin, he said, "My turn."

Reluctantly, she let go.

"Time to learn a new position." 

"Position?"

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees."

"Like this?" she asked, peeking over her shoulder. 

Fondling her derrière, he answered, "Perfect, my little Smore. Your bottom looks like two delicious marshmallows." Tim knelt close behind her and let his hands roam between her legs and up her torso.

When the sensations became overwhelming, Eve's arms collapsed, leaving her bottom elevated.

"Nice view." Tim slipped two fingers inside her and twirled her clitoris with the other hand.

Eve pushed back, and said, "Mmm, I like that."

"How 'bout this?" he asked, placing the tip of his cock at her entrance.

Gradually, she pushed back, until his stomach pressed against her bottom. Then she exhaled with a sigh, pulled away and pushed back several times. "I like that too."

He held her hips and thrust slowly, gauging her readiness. When she picked up speed, so did he. Soon, their skin slapped together with the natural rhythm of lust. When Eve grunted wantonly with each impact, he reached around and tickled her clit. The added pleasure put her over the top, and she screamed her release into the bedding, crushing fistfuls of cotton. 

Tim slowed and pulled out. Without giving Eve time to recover, he flipped her over and reentered. "I want to see your face when I come." 

Heavy lidded, she smiled up. "You do?"

As he began to thrust again, she closed her eyes and moaned. 

"Eve... Baby, you are so beautiful." 

Tim's heart was full. His chest was tight. He felt a passion for Eve he'd never felt before. Was this true love? If not, it was the closest he'd ever been. For the first time, he wanted a woman all to himself, and he wanted this woman to love only him. Tim's body throbbed with a restless desire to please her in every way, to satisfy her beyond any notion life would be better in the arms of another man.




Catch and Release Ch. 07



Clutching her tight, Tim kissed her with a frenzied need. Happiness soared when she returned his affection in kind. 

Eve grabbed his hips, pulling with every thrust, arching in response, demanding his release. 

His climax shot out like steam through a straw. If his cock had been outside her body, he was sure it would've whistled like a teakettle. 

Eve hugged him close, and whispered, "Thank you," intimately aware of his manly flood. 

"Thank you, Eve," he said, when words could form on his lips.

They lay entwined, until sweet sleep carried them off. 

Hours later, Tim awoke in the dark. Eve was gone, and the recurring dread filled him. Naked, he ran out onto the porch and saw what he feared most, the fog. Eve stood close to the end of the dock and appeared to be talking in sign to someone out of sight, within the gray mist. 

"Eve!" Tim shouted, "Come back! Get away from there!"

She ignored him and reached into the cloud. Immediately, Eve began to struggle, obviously trying to pull away. 

"Let her go!" screamed Tim, running to her rescue.

Before Tim reached the shoreline, Eve pulled another woman out of the cloud and onto the dock. The fogbank quickly dissipated. 

Eve held the woman's hand and coaxed her to follow with signs and soft words. "Come on. You're safe. Everything will be fine."

The stranger looked to be twenty-something. She was smaller than Eve. Her hair was long, wavy, and black. In the moonlight, her complexion appeared olive in tone and her body hairless. Shyly, she glanced at Tim with almond eyes. Her gaze fixed on his penis, until she stood before him, and then she looked around anxiously. 

Eve stroked the back of the woman's head a few times, signed and said, "You're home now. You'll be happy here." 

Then, Eve smiled warmly at Tim, and asked, "Can we keep her?"

THE END