Czech, please!
“What’s going on?” Abby stormed in as soon as Carol opened the door. She’d tried to reach her right after her call but to no avail. When Abby got something in her head, there was no stopping her. What the hell am I going to tell her about Belivet? Carol fretted forgetting that the alien in question was once again reading her mind. Tell her I’m your girlfriend. The angelic female figure sat at the table tapping her deft fingers on its wooden surface.
We need to stay in close proximity to keep the channel of communication open. Their slender digits all spread out, the hands stopped moving. Sit on my lap. Carol stared at the fingers, which had only a moment ago been tapping her nipples. What??
“Who’s she?” Carol had all but forgotten Abby’s presence for a second. “Who are you?” Abby corrected casting a stern look at the stranger. “Oh she’s, she’s…” Carol started only to get tangled up by her own trepidation. “You don’t talk much, do you?” Abby interrupted abruptly. “A friend of Rindy’s? Teenagers can be pretty tongue-tied when they want to…”
Sit on my lap. NOW. It wasn’t like Carol didn’t have a choice in the matter. A part of her really wanted to sit on Belivet’s lap. “She’s not Rindy’s friend…” Carol muttered parking her rear end between Belivet’s open arms – arms that wasted no time hiking up the hem of her skirt from behind. “SHEEE’S… kindalikemygirlfriend…” she volunteered her voice diving from its high-pitched beginning to an unknown, silent depth.
Belivet’s hands were busy stroking her thighs like two lovesick sharks hunting their amorous prey right up to the far end of a not-so-sleepy lagoon. It didn’t take Abby long to pick up what was going on. “She’s your WHAT?!?” Everyone around me seems to be shouting, occurred to Carol. “She’s my girlfriend,” she confirmed sheepishly. “I can see THAT,” Abby exclaimed, “If this was your idea of friendship, I might think I’ve seriously missed out on something with you…” Carol cringed at Abby’s slightly bitter remark. They’d had a sexual liaison about a decade ago when Harge was still alive and Rindy a good little girl.
It had started like any other hot tryst, Carol recalled, they’d gone to a local karaoke bar, drunk way too many shots and ended up riding the mechanical bull all of which had somehow made her seriously horny… The bulls have horns – it’s what makes them horny, right? Carol stiffened remembering on whose telepathic lap she was squirming in. If Belivet was willing to believe horniness to have something to do with horns, she wasn’t going to think otherwise. If only she’d make up her mind what she was going to do with those hands of hers, Carol mused begrudgingly lamenting the lack of movement between her heated limbs.
“Where did you pick up this sl… sleek young woman?” Abby inquired gritting her teeth. “How old is she anyway?” she continued. “HOW… OLD… ARE… YOU..?” Abby mouthed her question to Belivet as if she was speaking to a dimwit. “She’s not American!” Carol came to her rescue. “She doesn’t speak a word of English!” Her sudden confession didn’t exactly help the situation.
Abby turned her outraged attention to Carol. “As far as I know, you don’t speak anything else…” I need to turn this to my favor. “Oh well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me…” Carol tried desperately. “Like what?” Abby challenged vehemently. “She looks like a friggin’ 16-year-old, for God’s sake!” Well, in many other ways we’re like two peas in a… pod, occurred to Carol out of the blue.
I am 1 990 years old. Belivet’s forefingers rubbed Carol’s inner thighs boldly. “SHEEE’S… 19, going on twenty!” Carol meowed squeakily. “And you sound like Sound of Music…” Abby shook her head in desperation. “Let me get this straight… pardon my poor choice of an adjective here… you met a 19-year-old girl who doesn’t speak a word of English and started a… ahem, a relationship with her?” Belivet’s fingertips tracing the sides of her panties, Carol nodded her eager affirmation without as much as one word.
One thing had to be said for Abby’s credit. She knew when to accept her defeat and she did it gracefully. “I guess congratulations are in order then,” she mumbled meekly, “I’ve always known you to be an unprejudiced, eloquent human… yet I’ve never pictured you in a relationship with an illiterate immigrant…” Abby even managed to smile weakly. “And what is the name of your lovely lady, if I may ask? We haven’t been formally introduced…”
Name!? Name!? What the fuck am I going to tell her? BELIVET!?! Abby’s not going to buy THAT, Carol fretted. Use your imagination. Belivet’s lap had started to radiate heat that nearly burned Carol’s buttocks. It reminded her of the harsh winters of her childhood in New Jersey when she’d used to sneak into the garage and rub herself against the heated driver’s seat of her father’s Oldsmobile. It had had a massaging beaded seat cover she’d always found utterly delightful. Bella? Belle? Terez… Terez..? Now she knew. “Her name is Therese, Therese Belivet.” Good one, Carol! She congratulated herself pressing her ass tighter against Belivet’s hot core. I’ve deserved it.
“What kind of an artsy-fartsy name is Therese Belivet?” Abby chuckled tactlessly. Fearing Belivet’s reaction, Carol leapt into action once more. “It’s Czech, actually.” Abby rolled her eyes at her. “Do you often go slumming in the Czech neighborhood or how did this meet cute happen?” Carol had her answer ready although she knew it wasn’t one of the best she’d ever come up with. “Oh, you know, I was having an early dinner at the local… just minding my own business,” she explained modestly, “and when I asked for the check, she appeared.” Abby buried her head in her arms. Okay, maybe it wasn’t the most inspired of my wisecracks.
She needs to understand. Belivet’s simple demand startled Carol. Understand what? She was afraid to know the answer. That I am out of this world. Belivet tightened her grip around her waist. You ARE alright, Carol nearly gasped. But how can we ever get her to understand? Belivet’s smile was subtle but determined. She needs to think of something that gives her pleasure. Carol couldn’t wrap her head around this pleasure business. First with her daughter, now with Abby… what the hell was she supposed to make of it?
“Could she just say something? Anything at all?” Abby pleaded. “It feels so dumb sitting here and not even knowing how your significant other sounds like…” Okay, back to the pleasure business it is, Carol decided. “Abby… she likes to talk about pleasurable things…” she started nervously. “I bet she does!” Abby retorted paying close attention to the rapid movement inside Carol’s shirt. “Seriously, Abby… I’m quite sure she’ll join our conversation if we steer the topic of our talk to… umm, niceties.” Even I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore. “So, Abby, did you eat something really good today?” Not those kinds of pleasures. Belivet’s hot hands climbed up and down her ribcage.
“Aaah… met anyone interesting lately?” Carol was grasping at straws. “You’ve gone off your rocker, Carol,” Abby lamented growing serious. Go for the really pleasurable stuff NOW. Something in Carol finally seemed to pick up on what Belivet was saying, and it wasn’t a moment too soon. “Abby, you prefer women in general, don’t you? I wasn’t just an aberration for you, was I?” She could have knocked her friend down with a feather.
Blushing uncomfortably, Abby drew a quick breath. “Why on earth would you ask me such a thing now?” Because we are on earth… “So women turn you on… sexually?” Carol was treading on thin ice but she knew she had to. “I’m not sure if I like your questions,” Abby replied gravely. “Please, Abby, trust me on this – just this once!” Carol needed her to stay put just where she was. Am I doing the right thing? Belivet breathed her titillating reply in her ear. Yes.
Should I bring out Harge’s old girlie mags? Carol abandoned the idea immediately thinking Abby wouldn’t probably go for such garish stuff. I’ll try the refined approach… “How would you feel if, say, Kristen Stewart would go down on you?” Fearing Abby’s answer, Carol squinted her eyes shut. “Nah…” She opened them to see Abby staring at her unfazed. Belivet squeezed Carol’s sides in an effort to get her to go on. “Umm… Gillian Anderson?” Carol was quickly regaining her confidence. “Close but no cigar,” Abby retorted. Go for the kill. “Cate Blanchett?” Abby’s cheeks reddened noticeably, and in the next instance she was trying wildly to make sense of her surroundings. “Who said that?!?” she cried out confused.
Focusing on Belivet, Abby finally quieted down. What are you telling her? Carol could only hear Belivet’s thoughts to her, and being left out from the rest bothered her a great deal. The same I told you. The brunette’s hands had ceased their movement and it depressed Carol incessantly. Okay, she’s cupping my breasts but if we are to be girlfriends I think I’m entitled to more… Carol brooded thinking Belivet was deep in telepathic connection with Abby. You can’t handle more – not just yet, Carol-2015.
Belivet’s words made Carol smile involuntarily. Carol-2015, she mused giddily, she makes me sound like a machine… ‘get on up-aah, like a sex machine-aah’…God, I’m so lame. She briefly toyed with the idea of poaching some eggs to top some deliciously creamed spinach just to prove her usefulness in the kitchen as well. She’s connecting with Abby real well, Carol noted. Belivet’s hands rubbed Abby’s palms every now and then to keep the line open. Oh really..?
Folding her arms defiantly, Carol abandoned her hot seat and stood up only to find out her absence was hardly noticed at all. I’ll show you flying saucers, flashed across her irritated brain, we’re in the kitchen after all! Belivet got up as soon as she registered Carol’s moodiness and cupped her face with both of her hands.
She leaned into an intense lip lock that thrust awesome tremors through Carol’s body. Her entire frame starting to convulse uncontrollably, Carol surrendered her wet hollow of a mouth for Belivet’s excavating tongue to annihilate. Although the pleasure was immense and unrelenting, it seemed to tax her mental prowess tremendously. You’re sucking the life out of me, Carol thought, and I want you to. She felt woozy and disoriented. No, Carol-2015, I wish you no harm. Belivet’s green eyes were dark and hazy, and it took her a considerable effort to extricate herself from their fierce embrace.
Belivet raised her hands up in the air creating a powerful magnetic field between her thumbs. The space in between started to sparkle and crackle magnanimously bringing about a scene from a strange time and place with retro toy trains, porcelain-faced dolls and countless women in matching uniforms… Bloomingdale’s in the 1950s? Carol wondered catching her breath after her close encounter with Belivet’s superior libidinal energy.
This is… was Terez. The scene between her hands changed into a desolate picture of a lonely apartment with dreary pastel colored walls. Then it changed, Belivet transmitted wistfully, into a veritable nightmare. The vision flickered unsteadily, and for a second it seemed like she was unable to keep it up at all. What happened? Abby hastened to ask. The Dickheads from the Planet Semco destroyed our amazon empire with their unmanned kites, Belivet sighed silently. You mean drones, right? Carol specified. No, kites. The mnemonic images blurred away leaving both Carol and Abby stunned by what they’d just witnessed.
So… all of your family and friends gone? Carol asked sympathetically. Nodding, Belivet bowed her head. And the women in uniform..? Abby wanted to know. All of them kited to death by the Dickheads. One question did still bother Abby though. How did you happen to escape this terrible carnage? Slowly Belivet met her eyes. It is the ancient rule of the intergalactic warfare – hdapålcng udh shfpå hxbdprwq.
Only the ugliest survives.