Chapter 8 #3
“I told him we should have waited and watched a while longer,” murmured the doctor.
“Too late now, and the colonel had his reasons.” The general stared in silence at Colette for a moment. “Ms. Wilson, do you love your country?”
“Of course I do.”
“So you’d be willing to help us open a line of communication with these visitors?”
The general had neatly trapped Colette. “Of course I’ll help to open a channel between you and the blue guys, but like I said, they came to me. I have no way of calling them.”
“They wanted you for a reason. I’m sure they’ll be back,” the general stated with confidence. “With that hope in mind, we will return you home, so long as you promise to let them know we’d like to start a dialogue, and if you agree to get in touch with us the moment the aliens contact you.”
“What if I never see them again?”
“Then, in that case, you never met me, never saw this base, and don’t believe in extraterrestrials. Do we understand each other?”
“Pretend none of this ever happened. Easy peasy.” Colette could have thrown a fit and told the general to shove her request, but she’d not been hurt in this exchange, just mildly inconvenienced. Besides, she wasn’t foolish enough to get on the bad side of the military.
“Please wait here while I arrange transportation.” The general left, but the doctor remained.
“If you don’t mind, can I ask you a few more questions?”
“Sure.” Why not? Colette didn’t see the harm. After all, these were Americans looking out for the well-being of everyone.
“You said you met two of the aliens. Both blue?”
Colette nodded.
“Same shade?”
“More or less. Jaspar has a slightly darker hue to his flesh. And they’re not the same size. Jaspar is slightly skinnier than Cade.”
“Those are their names?”
“The shortened version. It was longer when they introduced themselves, but don’t ask me to repeat it.”
“Hair?”
“Both dark haired, but Cade’s mane appears thicker.”
“What of their penis?”
Colette almost choked, despite not having a sip of anything. “Excuse me?”
The doctor pushed up the glasses on her nose as she glanced at Colette. “You blushed earlier.”
“And?”
“And the team that processed your condo found traces of semen and feminine lubrication on your couch.”
The hot cheeks returned, and Colette’s mouth rounded. “You invaded my home? You can’t do that.”
“When it comes to national security, we can do whatever we want,” the doctor’s blunt reply. “I assume the sex didn’t harm you, since we’re talking.”
“What makes you think the jizz came from an alien?” Colette retorted. “Or am I too old to have lovers?”
“The specimen collected had a blue hue.”
Nothing would be served by lying, although she might explode with embarrassment. “Yes, I had sex with one of them.”
“Consensual?”
“Yes,” she bit out through a clenched jaw.
“How was it?”
Again, the truth spilled out. “Spectacular.”
“In what way?”
Colette wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know. I mean, we didn’t do anything fancy, and it wasn’t as if his dick had anything weird about it.”
“No ridges?”
She shook her head.
“Knotting at orgasm?”
“What’s knotting?” Colette asked.
“Some animals tend to have the head of their shaft swell to lock them in place once they ejaculate.”
“Good god, no.”
“Why was it so good, then?”
“It just was.” Colette paused before trying to explain. “When he touched me, every nerve ending came alive. Sensation felt heightened. Which led to me being more excited than usual and coming really hard.”
The doctor took more notes before pausing to stare at Colette. “Would you have sex with the alien again?”
“I would, if only to see if that first time being so good was an anomaly.” She then asked a question of her own. “Did the sample you collected from my place show anything weird? Anything I should be worried about?”
“You didn’t use a condom?”
Colette ducked her head as she murmured, “No, which, in retrospect, was dumb. Jaspar claimed they didn’t carry any disease, and, in the heat moment, I didn’t think anything of it. Guess I should have been more careful.” How to explain the passion had made her forgot her own safety rules.
“I can’t yet say whether or not there’s anything strange about their semen. The sample is currently undergoing extensive testing.”
“But I mean, it shouldn’t be dangerous, right?” Colette couldn’t help but recall how she’d swallowed his first ejaculate.
“Do you feel unwell? Do you have a fever? Is your vulva burning?”
Colette shook her head at each query. “No. I feel fine. Great, actually.”
“I’ll be honest, I wish the general would have kept you around long enough for me to give you a physical and ensure nothing untoward is happening inside your body.”
The statement clenched her belly—which might still be digesting alien spermatoid.
A suddenly nervous Colette said, “Think we could ask the general to delay my departure a few minutes so you can check me over?” And then because she couldn’t hold in her worry, she blurted out, “He didn’t just come inside me.
I might have, erm, that is, um, swallowed some too. ”
With that news, Colette soon found herself giving blood, peeing in a cup, and having Doctor Ouellet between her legs with a speculum spreading her wide.
While Colette wanted to go home for a shower to rinse off the shame of admitting she’d had unprotected sex with an alien, wine to dull the humiliation, and the greasiest food she could order, but she instead had Corporal Johnson drop her at the office.
Maybe she could still salvage the meeting she’d missed. Although she did wonder what the blue hunks would say when they heard where she’d spent her morning.
As Colette collapsed in her office chair, she wondered if they’d return.
She soon got her answer.