I’d love to be hopeful about that girl but I just don’t see it. She would be a champ in a shopping expedition but out here? I don’t even want to think about it.
It starts raining outside, big fat drops that slap as they hit the leaves and ground. It’s nice to be in the cozy comfort of the cave.
My blue companion tosses a purple log onto the fire and it roars back to life, warming me up. I scooch a little closer to it.
It’s as black as deep space outside of the cave and I watch the rain pick up in intensity as my stomach hardens. “Won’t the dinosaurs come when they see the fire?”
He shakes his head. “They are afraid of it.”
“That’s good to know,” I answer. “Any Army Surplus store around here where I can buy a flamethrower?”
“What?” he asks, tilting his head.
“Nevermind,” I say with a soft laugh.
“It’s neverminded.”
I smile as I watch him take our dinner off of the spit. The meat is cooked to perfection and the smell is driving me nuts.
He unhooks a leather canteen from his belt and hands it to me. “No way,” I gasp as the strong smell hits my nose. Homemade wine.
I take a sip and cough it back up, my nose and eyes burning like the fire in front of me. It tastes like wine mixed with rubbing alcohol but it’s better than nothing. I take another sip and it goes down better this time.
“What do the women of your tribe look like?” I ask, studying him as he works.
“The Sandroka?” he asks, as he reaches for the knife in his boot to cut the meat. But it’s not there. It’s in my hand.
“Here you go,” I say, handing him his knife back. I don’t think I’ll be needing it with this guy.
He smiles as he takes it and starts carving up our dinner. “The Sandroka are not nearly as beautiful as you,” he says. “Their jaws are square like rocks, not like your delicate features that make Cookie Monster’s soum sing to the heavens.”
I drink my wine and lean back as he goes on and on. And on.
I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t enjoying it. I have always felt like my body looked like a boy’s. My aunt thought the same thing and she often told me. “You don’t look like a woman,” she would say. “Why don’t you stop going to the gym and I’ll take you dress shopping.”
She would have been eaten alive out here.
He breaks off a flat rock from the cave wall, places the cut up meat onto it, and hands it to me. My mouth waters and my stomach growls as I stare at it.
It tastes even better than it looks and before long, my rock plate is empty and my sexy blue waiter is refilling it for me.
He waits until I finish eating, completely stuffed, before he eats what’s left. I sip on my wine as I watch him eat. He doesn’t seem to be the scary monster that I thought he was. He’s sweet and thoughtful.
He bites into the meat and some of the juices drip down his chin, making me groan. He’s focused on his food and I take the opportunity to really study him. His long blue hair is tied up into a bun on the top of his head. His neck is thick and strong, leading into his wide broad shoulders. He’s built like a tank but is as graceful and agile as a panther.
His chest is massive. An enormous wall of muscle that makes me lightheaded. Arousal courses through me, settling between my legs and a soft groan escapes my throat.
My eyes continue down past his thick carved abs to his animal skin loincloth. I’ve already seen what he’s packing, and although it terrified me at first, I’m starting to see him differently now.
I picture his impressive thirteen inches and my pussy throbs its approval.
“Alright,” I mutter, handing him the canteen of wine back. That’s enough of that.
You know it’s time to cut yourself off when you start having sexual thoughts of a blue alien.
Just go to sleep before you do something stupid.
I curl up in front of the fire, trying to get as comfortable as I can on the hard rock. “Good night,” I whisper to my new roommate.
He darts out of the cave into the rain. “What the hell?” I gasp, posturing up on an elbow.
Was it something I said?
He returns a few minutes later with an enormous green leaf in his hands. I watch in confusion as he shakes off the drops of rain and then drapes it over me. It’s soft to touch and feels surprisingly warm.
“Thank you,” I whisper as I look up at him. He’s soaked with rain dripping down his hard muscles. I have to look away before I invite him to join me under the blanket. Wine always makes me horny.
I bite my lip as I watch him wipe the rain off of his hulking body. He really is beautiful. If you’re into blue dudes.
“You didn’t have to get all wet for me,” I say to him. That’s my job.
“It’s Cookie Monster’s pleasure,” he says as he kneels down and strokes my cheek with the back of his strong hand. “You’re Cookie Monster’s mate.”
It feels good to hear that so I don’t correct him this time.