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Believe what? Carol wasn’t sure what she’d heard. The gentle touch of the woman’s lips on her wrist was almost enough to incinerate her entire body. Belivet, the brunette corrected, my name is Belivet. Her inner voice was suddenly so loud, Carol preferred to close her eyes to digest what she’d just told her. What kind of name is Belivet? she wanted to know when the initial shock had eased up. It’s Terezian. The young woman looked wistful and – sad.
Terezian? Carol had never heard of any people or place by that name. Terez is – or rather was – my home, she replied her remarkable green eyes seeking contact with Carol. Where is Terez? Carol continued eagerly. It is no longer… the young woman replied, I am the last survivor of the Planet Terez some 1952 light years from here. The scientist in Carol Aird was having a hard time grasping what the stranger was saying – the woman in Carol Aird kept staring at her naked breasts. How lovely… Carol mused absentmindedly. What is? The woman named Belivet wanted to know. Your name! It’s lovely, Carol clarified emphatically, extracting her eyes from the two pointed peaks that seemed too good to be true.
Belivet didn’t mind her own nakedness at all. In fact she was quite at ease without any clothes whatsoever. It’s late, we shall continue this conversation in the morning. It was late, the old longcase clock had already struck 2.45 AM, and Carol had to get up early the next morning. Somehow she just couldn’t take the initiative, make up her mind about the sleeping arrangements.
Take me to bed. Belivet’s words were still loud enough for her to register. Uncertain what to do, Carol blushed feeling helpless and very insecure. Her eyes darted around the room estimating if she should take the couch herself or offer it to her late night visitor. To your bed, with you in it. Belivet extended her hand to Carol in a manner that left no room for objections. Okay… Carol swallowed hard ascending the stairs with the brunette in tow. A faint snoring sound emanated from Rindy’s room as they passed it by on their way to Carol’s bedroom on the opposite side of the house.
Once they’d gotten inside, Belivet closed the blinds first taking a peek outside. The abandoned pod lay still on the ravaged cabbage patch. We will have to hide C-MORGAN1921 early in the morning. Stroking her chin with her thumb and forefinger, Belivet seemed deep in thought. You mean the pod? Carol specified. Yes. Now, disrobe. Carol’s surprised look didn’t escape Belivet. Do you need help? she asked calmly before proceeding to unbutton her embroidered western shirt. Belivet’s fingertips grazed Carol’s bare chest as she removed it altogether.
What are these? she asked nesting Carol’s padded bra cups on her palms. It’s a brassiere, Carol managed to convey painstakingly, it’s what Earth women use to support their breasts with. She was afraid to look into the young woman’s eyes so she opted to avert hers instead. I have no use for these kinds of contraptions, Belivet concluded matter-of-factly. When she tried to rip her jeans open, Carol took a quick step back. Thank you but I think I can do this on my own, she declined wiggling herself out of the skinny pant legs.
Overwhelmed, Carol slid between the covers of her fluffy double bed not knowing what would happen next. She was painfully aware of her own embarrassment that reddened not only her face but her upper torso as well. Belivet was quick to follow – and to provide yet another unexpected shock to her benevolent hostess. She’s unhooking my bra and pulling off my panties! flashed across Carol’s brain as Belivet’s fingers fumbled her back and behind. Yes, I hope you don’t mind. The woman was hell-bent to undress her completely. We both need to be naked while sleeping, she explained calmly. Carol, however, wasn’t exactly cool as a cucumber. Belivet’s voice hammered inside her head more forcefully than ever before. How can I ever sleep if her thoughts keep screaming at me? she fretted hopelessly. You’ll sleep, don’t worry – just do as I tell you.
The brunette insisted Carol turned around and faced her. What now??? Gazing at her gray eyes, Belivet cupped her chin softly. She had Carol’s full attention right away. Now, let’s adjust our bodies, she instructed pushing her right leg between Carol’s thighs and pulling her body as close to hers as possible. I need to feel your dreams to recharge.
She has the scent of the stars and of the heavy mist rising from the hazy horizon, Carol sighed contentedly not noticing Belivet’s quaint little smile. Nuzzling against Carol’s neck, Belivet tightened her grip around the blonde woman’s waist.
Sleep mode. Now.
When Carol woke up the next morning, she felt more refreshed and rested than ever before in her entire life. The runaway straits of Belivet’s brown hair tickled her nose, and it made her remember the weird yet lovely dream she’d had. She was swimming in an ocean between competing whaling vessels shielding a small baby seal with her naked, freckled body. The ships’ vicious torpedoes already aimed at the whiskered creature, Carol recognised the seal as Belivet.
Together they dove under water all the way to an abandoned flat in the attic of Carol’s dead grandmother who couldn’t eat any of the cake they brought her as a house warming gift. The seal Belivet stared at Carol with her moist button-like eyes while she decorated the room they were to share from now on.
The floor was covered with elongated, inflatable pillows forming a plush, rainbow-colored spiral. Neither one of them would ever cross its vortex, she knew in the dream. Although the room was tiny, Carol lost the sight of seal Belivet every once in awhile. ”Seal Belivet, seal Belivet!” she called out only to find her slick, ticklish nose appear right next to hers in a matter of seconds. It was also a sex dream, no doubt about that.
Did you enjoy it? Belivet was wide awake. Her hands were moving over Carol’s buttocks slowly. She stopped just when it was getting interesting. I need to hide C-MORGAN1921 now. Her mind racing, Carol drew a long intermittent breath. Now was the right time, Rindy having already left for school. Can I help? Shaking her head, Belivet got up and walked to the door. Wait! You can’t go out like that… Carol regretted her choice of words. I mean you can’t prance around naked without drawing unnecessary attention to yourself.
Belivet looked genuinely surprised for a second as if Carol’s comment was the most outrageous thing she’d ever heard. You may have a point, she acknowledged pensively touching herself in front of Carol’s full-length mirror. Maybe you should… recharge a bit more? Carol suggested trying to cough away a nasty lump stuck in her throat. No. Belivet was busy rummaging her wardrobe. She picked out random items of clothing – a simple plaited skirt, a black sweater and a quirky, colorful beret. Why can’t I keep my stupid mouth...umm, thoughts to myself… Depressed, Carol witnessed how Belivet’s slim body disappeared underneath Rindy’s forgotten garments. I’ll take care of the pod first, then I'll need fuel. She rubbed her stomach hungrily. Petrol or diesel? Carol chuckled nervously in a hopeless attempt to lighten up the mood that was troubling her.
I eat only two things, Belivet specified, fdyggdsg and bhfrwds... I’m afraid I don’t know their names in telepathic English. A heavy shadow fell on her lovely face. We had them in abundance in Terez. Her dark sorrow was almost too much for Carol to bear, and in an effort to make her feel better, she tried her very best to solve the riddle of Belivet’s rigorous diet. Can you describe the foods for me? Belivet paced the room. A dark green vegetable rich in vitamin A… Carol wracked her brain. SPINACH? A smile of recognition spread on the woman’s face. YES! She continued her musings. Maybe they are called spheres… Carol had to admit she was clueless. We’ll figure it out, I’m sure.
As Belivet was outside burying the pod in the kitchen garden, Carol was happy to find the desired greens lodged in her refrigerator. Should I blanch these or what? she pondered when a series of blood-curdling screeches broke the early morning silence. It’s coming from the chicken coop! Carol wasted no time running outside only to find Belivet squeezing the poor hens inside their fenced outdoor area. The spheres are inside these feathered pockets! Shaking a tail of one very frightened hen, she looked positively elated. Carol snatched the traumatized bird from her grip. Cackling fiercely, the winged sphere depository wobbled away under Belivet’s disappointed eyes. I have EGGS in the kitchen. Not spheres, EGGS… and those pockets… ahem, birds are hens… Ignoring her sullen outlook, Carol grabbed Belivet’s hand and dragged her back into the house.
Spinach and eggs, huh? Carol set the ingredients on the dining room table. Not much variety there… how do you want me to… But she didn’t even have time to finish her sentence. Belivet sucked the eggs dry and gobbled up the raw green leaves in what seemed like a warp speed to Carol. Charming… she thought the corners of her mouth twitching uncontrollably. What a strange girl you are, Carol couldn’t help but wonder. Why? Belivet’s voice was inexplicably muffled. You just swallow your food without chewing it first. She just had to get it off her chest. Pressing her fine fingers on her lips, Belivet looked as if she’d replied to Carol. For some reason, she couldn’t make anything out of it.
The phone rang distracting Carol’s attention from the confusing moment. It was Abby, her best friend and colleague at NASA. ”Hello, Abigail!” she greeted attempting to be her usual light-hearted self. ”What’s wrong? You sound weird.” Carol let out a frustrated sigh. ”Nothing’s wrong, darling, why on earth would you even think that?” Her laughter was forced at best but not as forced as it became thirty seconds later. ”Don’t tell me then - but you will eventually,” Abby retorted. Carol gasped audibly feeling Belivet’s hands dive under her shirt. ”Did you run to answer the phone or why are you so out of breath?” Abby questioned her curiously. Belivet’s fingers pushed her bra cups aside. I need to re-establish contact. Carol’s mouth fell open but no words managed to break through. Oh fuck… Carol held her breath as long as she could, holding on to the phone with her left hand and on to the cupboard with her right. We will address it at later time. ”Are you having a friggin’ cardiac arrest as well or what???” Abby was getting seriously pissed off by Carol’s silent treatment. ”Something’s screwy and I don’t like it one bit… I’m coming over!”
The line went dead but Carol was very much alive.