CHAPTER FIVE
Iwould normally pregame before going out, but it was a weekday, and I had an early class the next day.
I drank half a bottle of water and crinkled it so it looked old. If anyone asked, I'd say it was filled with vodka. It was easier than saying I wasn't drinking. Peer pressure was real, and it was annoying.
I got dressed in a leopard-print skirt, a tight black crop top, and sneakers. I threw my hair up in a bun and put large earrings in. Ear piercings were common on Earth, and it was one of the first things I did when I got there, along with a few other girls in my sorority.
We walked to the bar in town. I got in with my real ID, but they marked the backs of my hands with two big X's to indicate that I wasn't supposed to be served alcohol. My friends would sneak me drinks on the patio if I wanted, but I didn't care anyway. I'd order a soda and nurse it all night.
The bar was packed and kind of hot, so I went out onto the patio where the smokers were hanging out. A blonde girl was telling some ridiculous story about her grandparents, and I tuned in for a bit.
Suddenly a strong green arm draped over my shoulder and I almost lost my balance. It was Scotty, January’s ex.
“Hey, Xen,” he slurred. He was a Virgo Astran alien, like me. But I'd never really talked to him. His ears were glowing hot, and his small dick was hard and vibrating against my leg.
“Ew, what the fuck, Scotty? Get off me.”
“Come on, you're all alone out here.”
“Why are you even here?” I struggled, but he wouldn't let go of me.
“I didn't remember it was January’s birthday. You'd think it'd be in… I don't know… January?” He rolled his eyes and pressed me in closer against his side.
Of course he didn’t remember January’s birthday. He was a shitty boyfriend, which was why she dumped him.
“Are there other Alpha Albatross guys here?” I asked, still trying to escape.
“Yeah, they're all inside. But fuck them, and fuck that band. I'll just hang out here with you.” He dragged me toward the outer wall of the building and caged me in with his arms on either side of my head.
I tried to step away, but I was completely trapped. I thought about ducking under his legs, but there was the possibility I'd end up face to face with his buzzing cock, and I didn’t want him to get the wrong idea.
“Scotty, let me go, I'm gonna go back inside.”
“No, stay here. Kiss me, come on.” He leaned in closer and grabbed my face with one hand.
I tried to turn my head, but I couldn't. “Scotty, stop it! You're hurting me!” I pushed against his chest, but he was too strong.
A heavy human hand suddenly landed on his shoulder, and he was jerked away from me.
I caught a glimpse of Professor Wells’ blue eyes in the dim fairy lights that were strung up along the patio. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. I'd never seen him so casual. He didn't look like a professor at all, but he was off-duty, I guess.
“You alright?” he asked.
I nodded. “What are you doing here?” I asked as he quickly whisked me back into the bar.
“I came to steal you away,” he said, pulling me through the crowd by my hand.
“Someone will see us together.” I tried to be quiet, but I wasn’t sure if he could hear me over the music.
“Everyone’s too drunk to notice. Come on.”
He was probably right. Although I hoped Scotty didn’t know who he was. Professor Wells dragging him off me was a great way for rumors to start.
Just before we walked out of the bar, he dropped my hand and sped up a little so that it didn’t seem like we were together.
I followed his lead, pretending that I didn’t know him and we just happened to be walking in the same direction down the street.
We passed the scattered smokers and random girls puking in the bushes and turned a corner onto a side street where no one else was around.
He stopped walking, spinning around suddenly, and I crashed into his chest. He laughed and kissed me.
“Have you been drinking?” he asked.
“No,” I answered, holding up my hand to show him the big black X on it.
“Good, I want you sober for what I have planned,” he smirked.
I shrugged, and we kept walking. Now that no one could see us, he put an arm around my shoulders, and my ears glowed at his touch.
“I’m happy I was there to save you from that asshole.” Professor Wells said. “Scotty. He was in one of my classes last year. He’s such a dick. He’s lucky I didn’t beat the shit out of him.”
I giggled. “You wouldn’t.”
“OK, maybe not, but it’s only because hitting my students would get me into a lot of trouble.”
“And fucking your students won’t?”
“Well, that’s worth the risk.”
We continued down the street until we reached where he’d parked his navy blue car. I thought about the night he picked me up when I was drunk, and I was excited to go with him again. I wondered what his apartment was like. He probably lived close to campus.
He opened the door for me, and I slid inside. It was just as clean as I remembered it. He got in on the driver’s side and started the vehicle. We drove just out of town and past the park before he pulled into the driveway of a nice house.
It wasn’t big, but it seemed new. The landscaping was immaculate, and the path to the door was well lit.
“Is this your house?” I asked as I got out of the car.
He gave me a look as if to say, “Obviously.”
“Sorry, I guess I pictured you in a small apartment with like a mattress on the floor.” I laughed as he unlocked the door. “Are you sure you’re not married?”
It definitely seemed like the type of house a married man would live in with his lovely wife. I remembered that Professor Wells had been engaged previously, and wondered if she’d lived there with him.
The interior of the house answered my question. It would have been a lovely home, but there seemed to be a lot missing. There was a big mirror hanging in the entryway as if a table had once been placed under it, but there was nothing there anymore. Just a scuff on the wall.
He took off his shoes, turned on a few lights, and walked into the kitchen. I slipped my shoes off too and followed him. Humans were weird about not wearing shoes in houses but still wearing shoes indoors most of the time. I didn’t get the difference.
He took a couple glasses out of a mostly empty cupboard and poured whiskey or bourbon in one of them. “You want some water?” he asked.
“Why can’t I have some of that?” I asked, pointing to the liquor bottle.
He grabbed my wrist and looked at the stupid X on my hand. Then he smirked and shook his head. “You’re not old enough to drink.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, I’ll have some water.”
He filled the glass with some fancy water from a green bottle in the fridge.
“So,” he started. “How was your day?”
“Well, um… I had some classes; they were fine. Then I sucked my professor’s dick, and he ate me out before reminding me of my overdue assignment.”
“That sounds like a great day, sweetheart. Now, would you like to end the day by getting pounded by your professor in his king-size bed?”
I moaned loudly. “A king-size bed? Say no more. My back is fucked from sleeping in my shitty dorm bed.” I set my glass of water on the counter. “Please, lead the way.”
Professor Wells finished his drink and put the glass in the sink. Then he scooped me up and carried me bridal-style to his bedroom. The bed was huge, and he tossed me down onto the fluffy mattress. He ripped off his shirt and started to unbuckle his belt.
It was the first time I’d seen him shirtless, and he was so fucking hot. He was lean and muscular. I knew he spent a lot of time at the gym. My pussy started to vibrate, and I could feel my thick juices seeping through my panties already.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him take off his pants. He yanked his boxers down next and stood in front of me, fully erect and smiling down at me. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Uh-huh,” I nodded, and lay down.
He climbed on top of me and kissed me, pinning me down with one hand as he pulled my skirt off with the other.
Then he sat back a little, pulled me up, and took off my shirt and bra quickly.
He pushed me back down and kissed me again, harder, exploring my mouth with his tongue.
Then he made his way down, kissing along my neck, then collarbone, until he reached my tits.
He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, and I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair. He pinched and rolled my other nipple between his fingertips, and massaged my breast. I spread my legs further apart, pushing myself toward him, searching for the friction I craved.
I reached down to find his cock, and he groaned as I ran my hand along his length. He kissed me again, then pulled away and sat back, kneeling between my legs.
He slid my panties off and tossed them aside. Then he rested his hands on my thighs.
“We can stop whenever you want,” he said. “I won’t be mad if you back out now.”
He placed a hand on my softly vibrating pussy.
“I want this,” I said firmly. “I want you to fuck me, Professor Wells.” I smiled at him and planted my feet flat on the bed before letting my knees drop to either side, completely revealing myself to him.
He laughed. “You can call me Arthur now, at least when we’re not on campus.
You can still call me Professor Wells when I fuck you in my office.
” He massaged my clit with his thumb and dipped two fingers into me with ease.
He pistoned them in and out. “And the library, and your dorm in the sorority house, and wherever else I want.”
“Mmm… yeah, anywhere you want.” I rode his fingers as he stretched me a little, preparing me for his huge cock. I was grateful for the amount of arousal fluid my species produced. I was sure that would help, but I was a bit nervous about the pain.
I’d never had sex before, and Professor Wells’ dick was much bigger than those of the males from Virgo Astra. I started to wonder if we were even compatible, but January was dating a human guy now, so it would probably be fine… probably.
“Are you nervous?” he asked, most likely seeing the change in my facial expression as he pulled his fingers out of me and lined up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
He trailed his dick along my slit, feeling the soft vibrations and the warmth of my glow. He shuddered and bit his lower lip. I could tell that he desperately wanted to bury himself in my purring pussy.
“I’m fine,” I said reassuringly. “I’m ready, go ahead.”
He leaned down to kiss me one more time as he slowly pushed inside of me. I whimpered a little from the pain, or rather the pressure. It didn’t feel so much like tearing as it felt like pushing, but I adjusted around him, and after one sharp pinch, he was fully inside me, and moving back out again.
He kissed me gently, and stroked my hair as he started to thrust back in for a second time, still moving slowly.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Yes,” I nodded and started to relax.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s see if I can make you squirt on my cock.”
He started to move a little faster, and the pain began to subside, turning into pleasure, but still throbbing in the background.
“Fuck…” I moaned.
“Does that feel good?” he asked, reaching between us to rub my clit.
“Yes,” I moved my hips against his, wanting more, beginning to lose myself. All of my thoughts drifted away, and my ears felt hot as my orgasm began to build.
He continued to rub my clit gently in rhythm with the way he pounded into me.
I held tightly onto his biceps as I came, a flood of green liquid soaking his dick and balls. He fucked me through my orgasm, then waited for me to go limp before pulling out.
He stroked his cock, gripping it a lot harder than I could.
“Come here, sweetheart.” He stood at the end of the bed and pulled me down the mattress by my ankles. Then I sat up, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my face closer to his cock. “We’ve made enough messes,” he said.
I giggled and opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue so it brushed against the tip of his dick as he continued to jerk himself off. Then his hand started to slow down, and I positioned my mouth around his cock, just as he came, filling my mouth with thick hot ropes of cum.
I swallowed every drop, then licked my lips. I almost lay back on the bed in pure exhaustion, but I looked over my shoulder and saw that I’d practically left a puddle behind, mixed with a small amount of blood.
He helped me to my feet, though I was trembling slightly. Then he ripped the soiled sheet off the bed and gestured for me to lie back down.
I did, and he laid beside me. I put my head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around me. “You were perfect,” he said quietly, kissing my forehead.
I sighed softly and inhaled his masculine scent. I felt like complete jelly, and wondered if that was why humans crafted alcoholic jelly dicks.
We cuddled for a long time, and I started to drift off to sleep, but Professor Wells nudged me. “Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Yes,” I laughed. “Starving.”
“OK, let’s get up then.” He stood up and helped me out of bed. He grabbed a clean t-shirt out of his dresser and handed it to me. I put it on, and it covered me, resting halfway down my thighs.
He slipped his boxers on and led me back to the kitchen. He was mostly quiet, taking care of me and making sure I was content. He got me more water and a protein bar. Then we went into the living room and cuddled on the couch.
We stayed up late talking, and I ignored all the texts that were blowing up my phone. We cuddled and kissed, and then we went to bed.