3 comments/ 15407 views/ 20 favorites The Last of Them By: jamesofthedead I remember waking up, my eyes opening slowly and the light from the window hurting my eyes, my hand instinctively rising to block some of the glare. I was laid on the bed with my feet on the floor, my head hurt and I was shirtless for some reason, the shirt from the night before hung on a hangar perched on my wardrobe opposite. I sat up causing dizziness and a slight sense of nausea in my stomach. I stood up but fell back to the bed. I sat there for what seemed like an age as I tried to recollect what had happened the night before. I remember getting dressed for a night out, putting on my best shirt (now hung up), my best jeans, which were still on me, although they were unbuttoned. I tried rising once more and managed to stay there on the second attempt. I became aware of how full my bladder was and decided to go empty it. I grabbed a towel, figuring I may as well shower while I was in the bathroom. My bladder now empty, I peeled off my jeans and boxers and jumped under the wonderfully hot water, feeling it envelope me in its steamy embrace, washing the remnants of sleep from my system. I hopped out of the shower grabbing my towel from the rail as I did so, wrapping it and tying it around my waist. I headed back through to the bedroom, the remainder of the boxes of my possessions evidence of my recent moving in. I'd managed to put my clothes and kitchen stuff away when I'd got the call from Alec the night before that pulled me away from unpacking. I grabbed boxers and socks from the drawers by the bed. I went to the wardrobe and grabbed an old pair of well worn jeans and a t-shirt. Now respectably dressed I headed downstairs to make some breakfast or at least that was the plan until I saw it was gone 12 then making breakfast became making lunch. I jumped the last two steps of the stairs, pleased that my hangover symptoms seemed to be abating. I crossed the threshold into the kitchen and froze at the sight in front of me. Leaning over the counter and reaching up for something on the top shelf was a gorgeous slender brunette, her long brown hair flowing down to her shoulder blades, which she had wrapped in one of my work shirts which, stretching as she was, only covered half of her pert arse leaving her long toned legs well exposed. I gawped at the realisation she wasn't wearing any underwear. She turned, apparently aware she was being watched, her beautiful blue eyes pierced me as she smiled a smile that was straight out of a toothpaste advert. Her flawless skin completing the image of her on some billboard somewhere, in my head advertising lingerie. She gave up on the item from the top shelf and turned and my cock sprang to attention as I saw that she hadn't buttoned the front of the shirt she had on, the front of it flapping open to reveal a flat stomach and just the hint of the curve of her breasts. She sauntered around the kitchen counter, her bare feet seemingly gliding effortlessly over the linoleum floor. She approached me, her 5 foot 5 frame now centimetres from me. "See anything you like, James?" she grinned wickedly. I racked my brains as I tried to remember the events from the night before, desperately trying to remember her name so I could reply. "Absolutely, gorgeous" was apparently the best I could manage. "Oh dear, you don't remember my name, do you?" her tone and frown made her disapproval obvious. I'd just blown it. "I'm really sorry, honestly I am. I'm normally so good with names but I'm struggling to remember anything from last night, please let me make it up to you?" I pleaded, aiming for the pity vote. I had nothing else. "Well, seeing how much I like you, what say we play a little game of Hangman?" she asked, her hands buttoning up the shirt she was wearing as she walked back over to the counter to perch on it. "Okay. What are the rules?" "Well there's a twist. I've buttoned 6 buttons on this shirt as my name has 6 letters in it. Every time you get a letter right, I unbutton one and where the button is will tell you where the letter is in my name. You have three lives. But you can only guess my name once so be very sure. On the fourth letter you get wrong or if you guess wrong, I go upstairs get dressed and leave and you'll never see me again. I know you don't want to lose" she grinned that wicked grin again, this time with a hint of mischief. I could tell this girl was going to be trouble. "Deal." We shook on it. It seemed the right thing to do. "Okay then. First letter?" "This is going to be obvious but A. I'm going with A first." "Yeah it was very predictable. Predictable but correct." Her hands slid down the shirt and unbuttoned the second button. My head scrambled for 6 letter girl's names with the second letter A. It couldn't be as simple as Rachel could it? That'd be too easy. "Second letter?" She asked, playing with the buttons, teasing me. "E. Second letter is E" "Very good James. You get another letter right in a row I'm going to have to reward you somehow." She smiled that toothpaste ad smile again as her hands found the 2nd button from last and undid it. I was sure of what it was now but I wanted the game to continue. I wanted to draw it out, make it last. I mean let's face it, win or lose there was no way I'd be seeing this girl again, she was way out of my league. "Third letter? Come on get the hat trick James. I want a reason to reward you." "Third letter is C." "Very good." Was all she said as sauntered over to me from the counter, her hands seeking the third button down as I knew they would. She leaned in close as she whispered gently in my ear. "That's the hat trick James. Would you like your reward now?" I nodded dumbly. My tongue wasn't co-operating. She pulled me down into a long sensuous kiss, my tongue suddenly remembering how to work. Then she broke the kiss and went back to perching on the counter. "Fourth letter?" It took me a minute to regain my composure before I managed to get out "H". "Four from six. Impressive. Are you sure you don't remember my name?" "Nope. I still haven't remembered anything from last night" Which was a small lie. I was starting to get flashes, the club where I met her, my friends daring me to go talk to her... "I'm afraid I'm going to have to force your hand. You've got 10 seconds to guess" "10" Of course I knew her name by now. It was Rachel. It couldn't be anything else given the letters. I was just bloody glad she had two of the first two vowels in her name. This might have gone a different way if she'd had a less common name. "9" "8" I was just dragging out it now. I could see she didn't want me to lose. "7" "6" "5 4 3 2..." "It's Rachel." She'd tried to catch me out by doing the last 5 numbers all at once. I was right, This girl was going to be trouble. The kind of trouble no men mind having. "Claim your prize James, take me now." She whispered, her hands undoing the remaining buttons on the shirt. The last causing the shirt to fall open and hint at the bounty beneath. My hands slid over the soft skin of her shoulders and under the collar of the shirt as she whimpered. My hands slid sideways down her shoulders, the shirt following as it slipped down her arms, exposing the remaining taut flesh concealed within. I took a second to admire her form, her slender, toned stomach, the large firm breasts with their perfect fifty pence sized nipples. My eyes now satiated, I approached her, my mouth lowering itself to hers as our tongues entwined as before, quickly becoming more passionate and wanton with every second. Her hands grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head before she went for my jeans. Before I knew they were off too leaving me standing there in boxers alone. She broke the kiss and stepped back, her finger beckoning me all the way until her arse hit the kitchen counter. I strode over to her quickly, the suddenness of movement causing her to elicit a squeal of delight. I grabbed her ass and lifted her onto the counter top. I pushed her down so she was laying prone and spread her legs as I kissed my way up her inner thigh. I approached my target and as I did I inhaled, smiling as I noticed she smelled as good as she looked. My lips caressed the top of her pussy causing a sigh of pleasure followed quickly by a groan as my tongue slid down her dripping wet cunt, her hands finding the back of my head, grasping chunks of hair as what my tongue was doing to her overwhelmed her senses. My tongue slid up her cunt lips, found her clit and began slowly circling it, applying just enough pressure so she'd feel it but not enough that it drove her to climax. Her grip on my hair tightened and my tongue stopped circling and began flicking her clit like it was a bumper button on a pinball machine, she cried out as her muscles tensed up, nearly ripping two hand sized chunks of hair from my scalp. Her cries became louder as my tongue continued its assault on her clit, occasionally sliding down her cunt to lap her juices. Her legs wrapped around my head like a vice as her climax approached and with one last cry I pushed her over the edge into ecstasy. My tongue continued to slowly circle her clit, causing twinges and moans. I slid my boxers down my legs and dragged her the counter, her legs automatically wrapping themselves around me, my erect cock pressing against her well lubricated opening. "Take me upstairs and screw my brains out James, please?" she whispered in my ear, her breathing still ragged from the orgasm. I didn't need another invitation. I strode towards the stairs, careful not to bang her head on the ceiling, all the while she was kissing and nuzzling my neck, occasionally whispering in my ear all the things she wanted me to do to her, how she couldn't wait to scream my name. It's a wonder I didn't blow my load while carrying her upstairs... We crossed the landing and entered the bedroom and her legs loosened, her body started sliding down my torso down on to my cock which was still aimed between her thighs. I made to drop her away from my body but she smiled and shook her head. "This is how it has to be." She said. Although I had no idea what she meant at the time. Her face took on the look of concentration as my started sliding into her, her legs splayed to accommodate it. Her mouth opened wide as she enveloped the last two inches. I'm not the tallest person at 6ft but impaled on my dick as she was, her feet barely touched the floor. If my arms hadn't been around her she might have done one of us a serious injury. A couple of seconds went past and she started murmuring in another language. It wasn't one I recognised. Then I became aware of a voice, it seemed to be speaking to me but I couldn't quite hear what it was saying, it was like I was underwater but I wasn't. It was very strange. The voice then stopped and my bedroom filling with steam. It was scented with something sweet, evoking every memory I had of being in love, I felt my heart beat race and I became very dizzy. I looked into Rachel's eyes and she seemed to be dissolving, becoming part of the steam and then all of a sudden she was gone. The voice from earlier came back, clearly this time. "She is now yours. Love her, protect her and she will do the same for you. She is the last of us. You have been given a great gift, make the most of her." There was a sadness in the voice and an undertone of regret, I don't know how but I felt it. That's the last thing I can remember before blacking out. The Last of Them Ch. 02 Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous story in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. ***** I came to in a world of pain, face down on the carpet of my new bedroom. At least, the carpet seemed familiar. I struggled to my knees and looked down to realize I was naked. I didn't remember stripping naked and lying down on the floor. Something was definitely amiss. I shook my head to clear the fuzziness I was experiencing and managed to stand up. I had a flash of memory, brunette hair and a white shirt... The feel of a woman's thighs in my hands as I parted them... The scent of the woman herself... Another flash and I lost my balance, my feet collapsing under me. I assumed I'd dreamt it but then she appeared out of nowhere, flowing brunette hair helping me to my feet and supporting me onto the bed where I sat, dazed and confused. I could tell she was talking to me but I couldn't make out the words. I felt her hands over my ears and there was silence. Her hands moved away and I felt normal again. "...didn't know what effect the joining would have on your species' anatomy." I heard her say. I looked at her confused. "I said that we didn't know what effect the joining would have on your species' anatomy." She repeated. "Joining?" I felt like I was reading a book and I'd just turned over four pages by mistake and missed a key part of information. "What the hell do you mean by joining?" "I'm sorry. Your memory must still be missing chunks." She placed her hand on my head and I felt a presence in the back of my mind, re-ordering my thoughts, making connections. It felt weird and wonderful at the same time and then it all came flooding back, not just the events of the morning but the full night before as well. How I approached her at the bar, figuring she'd blow me off but we got to talking. She was passionate and funny and I remember physically pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. We danced and laughed the night away before getting in a cab together and she asked if I wanted dropping off first as she lived out of town but when we got to mine and I'd paid the cab she got out with me. Then I remember making a half ass job of getting undressed and lying on the bed and that's where I woke up... One question sprang to mind once I'd remembered all that. "Who exactly are you?" I asked with a fair amount of trepidation. "I am yours, if that is enough?" She replied, sitting herself down on the bed. "Not even close." I replied, shaking my head. "You're going to have to do a lot better than that." "Well I wasn't born on Earth for one, thing." She stated, as if she were listing groceries to buy. "You're an alien?!?" I exclaimed. "You can't just say that like it's nothing." "My apologies. To answer your question, yes I'm an alien. I was born on Faidus, a stage 3 colony world 12.3 million lightyears from here." She removed a palm sized device from a pocket on the shirt she was wearing and held it out on her hand. Light erupted from the centre and formed what looked like a blue green planet, more blue than green. "It was a world that was only about 30% land but it was my home. My people had dozens of world just like it, all in the same galaxy." She explained. "It may be better if I just link with your mind. If I were to explain everything verbally we could be here a long time." "What would that involve?" I asked a little worried that it might involve invasive surgery or some kind of probe insertion. "I would place my hands on each side of your head as I did before but the sensations would be more... unpleasant." "What do you mean unpleasant?" "You will almost certainly lose consciousness as it induces a sleep state so your brain can process the information my palm device is sending to it. You may also feel a little nauseous." "Okay. If that's all, let's do it." I turned to face her, slyly sneaking a peek at the valley between her breasts as the shirt she was wearing opened slightly as she turned to me. She placed her hands on either side of my head as before and again, I had the sensation of a presence in the back of mind. It felt more intense just as she said it would. Everything was fine to begin with but then there was a sudden flash of pain, followed by another and then another, the last felt like someone was drilling into my brain from the back of my skull. The fourth one caused me to blackout. I opened my eyes to find myself orbiting Earth, the black abyss of space all around me. Oddly, I was still naked. "If I wasn't dreaming before I definitely am now" I said out loud. "Sort of yes." Rachel replied in an ethereal voice. I jumped, not really expecting a response. "Where are you exactly?" "In the back of your mind. I assumed you'd want a narrator?" "Any chance the narrator can have a form? Talking to thin air kind of freaks us humans out a bit." "Certainly." All of a sudden she was floating beside me wearing a skin tight suit, unzipped to flash her cleavage, the suit showing off every curve of her body. I could feel myself drooling. "What are you staring at?" She asked modestly. She knew. "You can't wear something like that in front of me and expect me to be able to think straight." I replied without really meaning it. I had no problem with what she was wearing. The image of us screwing in zero-G popped into my head. She looked right at me and smiled and closed the distance between us, her lithe form pressing against me as her suit unzipped itself and began folding itself off her shoulders. My left hand slid to the back of her head, bringing her face close to mine as we kissed, her scent inflaming my libido causing a predictable swelling. Her suit was now tugging itself off her legs, revealing more of her gorgeous body. Her hand slid down my body, grasping my now rock hard member. My right hand found her ass which I used to press her body tight against mine, pressing my rigid cock against her crotch. I rolled her onto her side and she instinctively opened her legs. I thrust up into her and she bit down on my shoulder to stifle a scream. She arched her back as I began thrusting, putting her tits on display. I leaned in, taking the nipple of the right in my mouth, nibbling and sucking it, making it hard. She purred her approval as my thrusting continued, her fingers clawing at my back, her back arching further. I looked up and realized we were in motion, the sight of the planets of our solar system sliding past in the background only added to the overwhelming sight of the stunning woman sliding inevitably towards a climax. She called out, syllables extending in rapturous pleasure as her voice echoing into the dark void of space. We lost ourselves in the contact of each other for what felt like hours, kissing and caressing, both of us vibrating from the come down. I looked up after some time and realized we weren't in our solar system anymore. We were orbiting a planet that looked mostly water. "Is that your home planet?" I asked. "Yes it was. It doesn't look like that anymore." She broke eye contact, her eyes leaking tears. I decoupled us, suddenly aware of how inappropriate our current embrace was given the context of what I was seeing. She wiped her tears away with the garment she had been wearing. "You used the word had earlier? You said your people had many worlds like this one? What happened?" "The Etraxis happened. We were a peaceful culture, we'd not known the war and violence that other civilizations suffer early on in our development so when we encountered The Etraxis we met them as friends. They were a war-like race that had no word in their language for peace. Unfortunately for us they didn't see technological advancement as valid superiority. "So they tried to wipe you out?" I asked, engrossed. "Yes. One by one our colonies were destroyed, their populaces slaughtered or enslaved. We tried to fight back but they had the experience in warfare and the numbers. The outcome was inevitable. My parents were part of a freighter crew that ran supplies from our world to the other worlds in our system so they had access to a ship. We left our world on the ship before the Etraxis arrived." I could tell the telling of this story was affecting her. Her eyes were becoming moist again. "So there are more of you?" I placed my hand on hers and squeezed, hoping to come across comforting. "No-one else survived the journey. There were six cryopods on the ship. I was in one, obviously, two of the others were occupied by my parents, plus the other two crew and their child." "Oh Rachel... I am so sorry. I can't imagine what it must be like to have lost your parents like that." I hugged her once more, her shoulder nestling against my chest. "These aren't recent events. I've been on your planet now for more than a year." "More than a year? What have you been doing in the meantime?" "I was on board our ship using its systems to change my biological make up to adapt to your world. I also had to change the way I looked to blend in." "Your people, they don't look like us?" "No my original form was very different. I chose this form based on icons from your popular culture." "So how did you change your form? Was there some kind of machine on your ship?" "No need. My kind have the ability to change our form ourselves. It just takes some time." "Which is why you stayed in the ship for so long." I said, somewhat redundantly. It was at that point I spotted a large flare of light on one of the small land masses on the planet. I watched closely as the light left the atmosphere and turned towards us. "That's your ship isn't it?" She turned around while still in my arms, my arms tightening the embrace as her body molded itself to mine. "Yes that is us leaving the planet. Once out of the atmosphere we entered cryosleep and then the ship jumped to hyperspace." As she said that, the ship broke orbit shortly before it developed a purplish halo, the halo projecting out in front of the ship before forming a perfect circle. The ship then slid into the circle and disappeared completely. "How are we able to watch past this point if you've just left the system?" I asked, more than a little surprised at my observation. "Our ship continued to receive telemetry and information till the last settlement was destroyed." It was at that point I started to feel a bit weird about floating naked in space while we discussed the genocide of a whole race. "Can you put some clothes on us? Us being naked at this point feels a little weird." "Of course." And just like that we were clothed, both of us wearing suits like the one she'd been wearing earlier. Then I saw it. The ship that destroyed her home. It slid out of the black void of space like a predator would, all restrained power, coiled like a spring. The fact that this thing destroyed a planet didn't surprise me. It was easily a mile long, looking much a ship from any sci-fi series you could name. But it was black, so black it almost blended in with the empty vacuum behind it. It shimmered slightly, encircled by a ball of what must have been it's shield. "You're right." Her words startled me, shook me from where I'd drifted off to in my mind which was weird, because that's where we were. "About what?" "Their ships are shielded. In the war we managed to destroy many of their ships but their civilization was setup for war, everytime a ship was destroyed they built three more." The ship approached the planet, a small glowing circle on it's front increase in size. A beat of light discharged from the circle, arrowing into the planet. From our perspective it hit in silence but the impact was clearly anything but quiet. A huge shock wave was already emanating out from the point of impact, a cloud of dust polluting the atmostphere. This wasn't about taking the planet from Rachel's race. It was about exterminating them. I saw she was crying again and opened my arms which she fell into, her head finding my shoulder as the tears began really pouring. "We've... I've seen enough Rachel. You can stop this." I felt her nod and then I woke yet again on my bed, Rachel hunched over still crying. I instinctively reached for her shoulder and she leaned into me. "It okay Rachel, you're safe now. Your people's enemy will never find you here." "Does that mean I can stay with you? I'll make you so happy." "You had me at hello." The Last of Them Ch. 03 Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. Apologies for the delay in getting this out... Writer's block can be a real bitch. This is a story driven episode and contains no sex. ***** The rest of the night was spent talking. She showed me a video her parents had made for her before they launched the ship. They were in their original form so they were speaking in their language but Rachel was good enough to translate. They wanted her to blend in, settle down and at all costs, avoid attracting the attention of the Etraxis. She fell asleep in my arms in the early hours of the morning, her head against my chest, her arms draped across me. I knew I had to be at work soon but didn't want to disturb her. If it hadn't been my first day I'd have phoned in sick and spent all day in bed with her but needs must. I very carefully cradled her head as I slipped out from under her. I slipped out my bedroom as quietly as I could, grabbing a towel from the rack as I passed. I brushed my teeth and shaved before climbing into the shower's warm wet embrace. I stood under the shower from what felt like an age, the steam soaking the disbelief at what had happened in the last 24 hours. I mean, how many people can say they've not only met an alien but also slept with one? I was pretty sure I was the only one. I heard the door to the bathroom creak open and there she stood in the doorway, all grace and beauty, stood there like she didn't possess the body of a lingerie model and professional sports woman wrapped into one. "Sorry Rachel, did I wake you? I did try to let you sleep." "No. I woke and you were gone. I thought you might like some company." "Well only one of us has work to go to. Thought it'd be just cruel waking you up." "No I also have a job." I should have figured really, she had been on the planet a year. "How come you didn't mention that?" "You didn't ask." She replied, shrugging. I was a bit taken aback but thinking about it, it would explain why she was in the bar when I met her. "The other night when we met, you were out with friends?" "Yes. Of course. Even I know it would have been weird to go out alone." I chuckled. "Yes I suppose it would. Well given you're up, how about I take you up on your offer and you can share my shower?" She sauntered over to the shower, stepping into the shower and my embrace in one fluid motion. My hands slid down her back as we kissed, the water sliding down our bodies as they pressed against each other, her skin prickling slightly and her nipples hardening from the change in temperature. We kissed for what felt like hours, our hands exploring each other eagerly. We stayed there for a few more minutes, just holding each other and enjoying the feeling of pressing against each other. We then broke apart and finished up our respective shower routines. By the time I'd finished drying off she was already dressed and calling a taxi, somehow drying her hair (very successfully) with a towel at the same time. We kissed and said our goodbyes and she headed out to get the taxi back to hers so she could change and get herself to work. I sat down on the bed and tried to reflect on the previous 24 hours of my life, amazed at how quickly I'd absorbed it all... It was then, as I went to the wardrobe to retrieve a shirt for the day that I caught my reflection in the mirror and my jaw hit the floor. Now, I've never been what anyone would call athletic. I've always thought of myself as average build but in truth, I've always been a bit on the chubby side. However, the reflection staring back at me wouldn't have looked out of place in an Olympic swimming competition. My torso was lean, muscled and had somehow developed a six pack overnight. My legs, protruding as they were from my boxers looked like they could snap a tree in half. "You're welcome" Came a voice in my head which nearly caused me to jump out of my skin. "Jesus Christ." I exclaimed loudly. "What range have you got on that telepathy of yours?" I dreaded the answer slightly if I'm honest. "Our minds are now linked. You need only think of something and I'll hear you." "Uh-huh. So you're responsible for my new look then?" "Yes. It's part of the joining process. A colony of my nanites have passed into you during our first copulation. They're responsible for the changes you see. They're just the aesthetic ones though." "Nanites? You mean little machines are in my blood stream screwing with my genetic makeup?" I remembered nanites from an old Stargate SG-1 one episode. "Yes. Although I can control them manually, they will only really seek to improve the host in whatever way they can." She replied. Like it was normal to have thousands of machines messing with your organic makeup. "What else are they going to do?" Another question I was dreading having answered. "Your senses will sharpen over 400%, your heart and lungs will increase in capacity allowing you hold your breath 800% longer, your liver and stomach will also become around 200% more effective at processing and digesting food meaning you can survive on 20% of your current calorie intake. Your bones and teeth will increase in density making them virtually unbreakable and your muscles will become denser and stronger. Your brain will develop thousands of new synapses, improving memory and intelligence..." "I get it I get it. I'm going to be improved. How long will all that take." "Around a week or so for most of it but all those processes will continue on over time." "How much time?" "The improvements that are being made will extend your expected life span by around 200 years." "I'm going to live over two centuries?" I fell back onto the bed at that. Just the sheer enormity of living that long. "That's short by the standards of my people. I'm only 70 of your years old." My head felt like it was about to explode. I could feel it throbbing with my heart beat as the edges of my vision began to blur. My heart beat began to rise and breathing started to become ragged, every in take of air was an effort. "Listen to my voice James. You need to calm down. You're having a panic attack. Take big deep breaths." I did as instructed. My heart rate began to drop and my vision went back to normal. "Thanks beautiful. I owe you." It's hard to explain but without her saying anything, I knew she was blushing and I think she knew that I knew. I shook myself out of it and checked the time, cursing myself because I was now running very late. I finished dressing (thankfully my clothes all still fit minus a bit of bagginess) and headed for the door. Being late meant I'd avoided the morning so I somehow managed to get to work on time which was a relief. Nothing worse than starting a new job with a late mark against your name. I pulled into the car park and reflected once more on the changes I'd just gone through. I'd bagged a stunning girlfriend who also happened to be an alien and I'd also been transformed into Chris Pratt's body double overnight. Not a bad way to spend a weekend all in all. I climbed out of the car in the sunshine and headed into work. My life was never going to be the same. The Last of Them Ch. 04 Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. Thank you those that have helped in that regard. Apologies for the overly long chatty bit at the end - dialogue is one of the main things I have trouble with. If anyone has any tips for that I'd appreciate it. ***** I arrived home from my first day at work exhausted. I'd spent most of the morning getting "Inducted" and the rest of the day in training and meetings. In truth, I'd nearly forgot about Rachel entirely. Stepping through the door when I got home corrected that pretty efficiently. I stepped inside and noticed something different immediately. Someone had unpacked my stuff and put it away exactly as I was planning to when I got home. Not only that, but there was stuff mingled in with mine that wasn't mine. Some of it was decidedly girly. The smell of cooking wafted at me from the kitchen and my mouth began watering immediately. I hung my jacket up and shucked my shoes off, dropping them on the shoe rack which I guessed was Rachel's. "Honey I'm home." I called through and a Rachel shaped blur practically tackled me at the door to the kitchen, partially winding me. "Nice to see you too." I jested once I caught my breath. "What's for dinner?" I asked, not really wanting her to end this hug. She raised her head so her eyes could meet mine. "Shepherd's pie. Wanna know what's for desert?" She added, a twinkle in her eye. "Erm... Chocolate cake?" I replied hopefully. "Nope. Me." She pulled my head down to hers for a long, sensual kiss, my hands travelling down her back to her ass where I discovered she only had a short skirt on. A very short skirt. My hands slid under it and began groping her ass. I broke the kiss, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my pulse racing. "How long till the pie's done?" "We've got... About... 30 minutes. Why?" She replied, trying to catch her own breath. "Because I want the desert now." I pulled her lips back onto mine re-engaging the kiss and re-enflaming our passions. My hands went for the hem of her panties to remove them and found she wasn't wearing any. I lifted her easily and was about to pin her against the wall but realized we'd not actually had sex in a bed yet. I dropped her to the floor and grabbed her hand, leading her towards the stairs before she questioned what was wrong. We crossed the threshold to the bedroom and I turned to find she'd removed her clothes climbing the stairs. She strode toward me, dropping to her knees as she reached me, her hands quickly unbuckling my belt and undoing my trousers, wrenching them and my boxers down to my ankles, my semi hard prick springing free. She grasped the base and started to jack me off, her hand pumping my meat rhythmically as it started to swell to full hardness. I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it in the direction of the laundry basket. Now satisfied that my cock was near full hardness she opened her mouth and enveloped all 9 inches, (the enlargement of which I'd noticed when I'd gone to the toilet at work) and she held it there, seemingly without breathing. I groaned aloud as I felt her tongue swirling round my cock, apparently able to tickle my sensitive spots without losing suction. I groaned and my knees nearly buckled. Sensing I was approaching climax, she removed my cock from her mouth with a popping sound, a frustrated groan slipping from my throat. She stood, pushing me backwards onto the bed in one swift motion. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me just above my hips, her right hand deftly lining up my cock with her pussy. I gasped as her hot wet snatch enveloped my rod and she began riding me. Her hips rocked back and forth, her hands fondling her tits. I laid back and enjoyed the show for the first couple of minutes, counting my lucky stars that this beauty chose me above every other man in that bar to bond herself to. Her pace quickened, catching me in my reverie and suddenly I felt a stirring in my crotch, I gasped and felt her presence in the back of my mind, tickling and probing where no person had touched me before, accelerating my impending climax. She looked down on me and smiled and time itself seemed to freeze, I was trapped in that one moment of time, teetering on the precipice of climax. She leaned in, the movement slowed to a crawl. She kissed me on the lips and I tipped over the point of no return, I fell into my release, the pleasure of it setting off New Year's Eve worthy fireworks in my brain. She collapsed on top of me, her body slick with sweat, mingling with mine. Her head found a nice spot on my chest. We lay there enjoying the blissful come down of our latest lovemaking session when I realized something. "Didn't you have dinner in the oven?" I asked. She sprang off me uttering curse words and flew for the door. I rose a little more gracefully and grabbed my dressing gown from the closet and another one which was apparently hers. I slipped into mine and sauntered downstairs. Rachel was just retrieving the pie from the oven when I walked into the kitchen. There is something to be said for the sight of a beautiful woman wearing only a pair of oven gloves. "Forgot something beautiful?" I asked, offering her the dressing gown. "Much as I like you undressed if one of the neighbors looks in the window while you're in your current state, you're likely to give someone a coronary." I added, indicating the kitchen window looking out onto the front yard, curtains drawn. She put the pie down and slipped the oven gloves off before retrieving her gown from me. I took the opportunity to grab a kiss as she slipped it on, my hands sliding under the material and round her back, the material sliding away and exposing her taut flesh once more to my ravenous gaze. "Down boy." She said demurely, patting my crotch for emphasis. "Can you blame me? You have seen yourself in a mirror, I take it?" I replied, adjusting my dressing gown to hide my now swollen cock. She blushed, clearly not sure how to take the compliment. Instead she turned and went back to plating up dinner. I busied myself with setting the table with cutlery and pouring a nice white wine that had appeared on the kitchen side, presumably from a grocery run. "How was your day?" I asked, suddenly realising I'd barely spoke to her since I got home. "It was okay. Another day without a breakthrough." She added. She'd told me the night before that she worked in a research lab for a drug company. The project team she was working with was trying to cure cancer. I asked her at the time why she didn't know the cure but she told me that cancer wasn't anything her race had seen before. She did believe she could speed up the research with the knowledge she had of biology in general however. "Sorry to hear that. Did that Steve guy ask you out again?" He was one of the project team whose persistent advances were something Rachel had had to learn to live with. She'd rebutted him countless times. I couldn't really blame him but I could tell it made her uncomfortable. "No not today. He wasn't in the lab. He's down in London for the week at a conference." "At least you get a week away from him. Do you want me to speak to him? Explain that you've got a boyfriend now. I'll meet him at your work do next week won't I?" She'd sort of sprung that one on me to be honest. It was a black tie as well. "I'll tell him that first next time I see him. That may just put him off to be honest." She replied, handing me my dinner, still steaming from the oven. "This looks delicious." I wasn't exaggerating. The first forkful went in and I doubted a professional chef could have done any better. "It's a little overdone thanks to a certain someone." She replied, the hint of a twinkle in her eye as she forked up another mouthful. "You started it." I replied. One corner of my mouth lifting in a grin. "How was your first day at your new job?" She asked, smirking slightly. "Oh it was great. Spent the morning being inducted and then spent the afternoon in boring meetings." I replied. "Sounds fascinating." She replied sarcastically. We finished the meal and we washed the dishes and I realized I hadn't asked her something from our first morning together. "That device you used to display your planet on, what was it?" I asked. "It was my personal AI." She replied, as having a personal AI was entirely normal. "AI... As in artificial intelligence?" I replied, a little shocked. "Yes. It's entirely safe though. It's not genocidal like the ones from your movies. Its neural pathways were partially modelled on my father's." "Wait... Your father's? So that was his voice I heard the first time we... we..." I stuttered, trying to find a delicate way of phrasing it. "The first time we joined?" She prompted. "Yes. That." "What voice? What did it say?" "That you were the last of them and that I should take care of you." I replied, starting to believe I imagined it as I did. "It sounded a bit... Mournful." I added. "My father must have left a message for the person who joined with me." She replied, a tear rolling down her cheek. Then the tears began to flow and she was in my arms, sobbing her eyes out. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I get like this sometimes." "I do." I replied, my hand lifting her chin to I could look her in the eyes. "You're human." She nodded and began wiping the tears away. "Thank you James." "No problem and I promise you that I will never let anyone or anything hurt you. Truth is, I know we've only known each other a couple of days, but I'm already pretty crazy about you." "Me too." She replied, grinning. "So tell me about this work do we're going to next week. I don't have to buy a new suit do I?"