Pipe Dreams
Belivet attached the paddles on both sides of Abby’s mound and jolted her once more. The electric hum of the Sexterminator seemed to reverberate throughout her entire body. Carol leaned in to see what was happening… nothing so far. Cantrell’s sobs were growing louder and Harrison had to do her very best to keep the mighty warrior from cradling her human in her ridiculously muscular arms.
“Mom, do something!” Rindy cried out and when Carol heard her daughter’s desolate plea she snapped out of her indecision. She pushed Belivet aside and kneeled beside Abby. Think, Carol, think, she told herself. And then it hit her… well, it won’t hurt to try, it’s not like we have anything more to lose in this fiasco. To everyone’s great surprise Carol crawled on top of Abby, whispered something in her ear, and cupping her cheeks began to French kiss her forcefully. Abby’s head couldn’t help but jerk forward as her blonde friend thrust her tongue even deeper inside her mouth. Soon her arms started to move as well in a powerless attempt to hold onto Carol's heated liplock.
She’s awake, Belivet gasped not quite believing her smaragdine eyes. Cantrell’s cries had subsided. She was her old suspicious self again.
Carol sat up to gaze into Abby’s eyes that were slowly fluttering open. “Abigail,” she said in a soft voice, “It’s time to wake up, darling.”
Abby had a hard time focusing her vision but when she saw Carol straddling her she blushed to her ears. “Did you mean what you said?” she asked breathlessly.
“Of course.” Carol winked her eye at Abby. “A promise is a promise. I’m glad it was enough to bring you back.” The previous flush on Abby’s face was quickly turning into a healthy glow.
Let me help you up, Cantrell mumbled extending her hand to Abby. Her expression was a mix of relief, bewilderment and outright confusion. Abby stood up slowly her naked feet still somewhat wobbly.
Whoa, easy… Harrison transmitted offering her another helping hand. You’ve just been through a hefty experience, she said. Whatever Carol-2015 did was clearly enough to deliver something the Sexterminator wasn’t capable of. All eyes were strictly focused on Carol who chose to dust the hem of her plaid robe instead.
She’s a great… friend, Abby complimented after an uncomfortable silence. There isn’t a thing she wouldn’t do for me, she added wistfully. If I ever had any doubt about it – well, I don’t anymore... Her cheeks reddened again. “Is it just me or is it really hot in here?” Abby asked stretching her rigid limbs. She was keen to change the subject.
Where did you get the dolphin? Belivet demanded to know. Did Cantrell give it to you? She shot an angry glance at the warrior babe still holding Abby up.
Before Cantrell could object Abby hastened to tell Belivet the truth. Her truth. “Cantrell had nothing to do with it. I found it lying around and decided to… umm… test drive it.” She kept her eyes glued to the carpet.
You could have been killed, Abigail-2015, Belivet pointed out gravely. Or you could’ve been surged into an endless abyss of multiple orgasms and infinite, overwhelming pleasure. Not quite knowing how to take Belivet’s vivid portrayal of a fate worse than death, Abby and Carol exchanged puzzled glances. You might have been doomed to stay in that state forever! Belivet was evidently very upset with what had just taken place behind her back. Even Rindy was surprised by the alien’s aggravated ‘inburst’.
It’s early, Harrison said interrupting her sister’s inner rant. We should catch a few more hours of sleep before taking off for the Big Dodecahedron. Although still irritated, Belivet nodded her agreement.
Ahem… The Big Dodecahedron? Carol questioned. I think you mean The Big Apple?
Yes, Harrison replied visibly surprised, that’s what I said. The Big Dodecahedron – we used to call apples dodecahedrons on Terez. To her obvious dismay Rindy let out an unabashed giggle.
I could sure use a juicy dodecahedron right about now, wouldn’t you, Mom? she chuckled shamelessly. Carol snorted but when she noticed the angry look on Harrison beautiful face she grew serious again.
Now, Rindy… it’s not nice to make fun of foreign languages, Carol admonished her daughter trying her best to maintain a poker face. She failed miserably.
I’d say the dodecahedron hasn’t fallen far from the tree, Abby quipped before joining in their raucous laughter. What's a tree in Terezian? A cylinder?
Belivet, Harrison and Cantrell just stared at the three of them doubled up in shameless cackling. I find this in very poor taste, Belivet spoke when the humans had finally ceased their merriment. But I am willing to overlook your behavior as something having to do with the shock and the hysteria all this must have stirred up in you. She pursed her full lips and dragged Carol out of the room.
Are you mad at me? Carol asked Belivet when they were back in bed. The brunette had her back turned against Carol.
I have no idea what you are talking about, Carol-2015. Belivet made no attempt to turn around. Her voice was level but distinctly cool.
You ARE mad at me… Carol purred fondling Belivet’s hips. Aw, don’t be mad… let’s go for some makeup surfaces, darling. I’ll let you light my peace pipe – would that work for you, baby? Belivet was moving nervously on her side of the bed. You do know how to use a pipe, don’t you? You just suck it gently but enough to keep it lit…
Charged by her teasing words, Belivet flipped over to face Carol. I know all about pipes. Sister Alicia had one and it was my job to keep it clean, she huffed. I was the one to push through her shank to remove all moisture and residue at the bottom of her bowl…
In all her life Carol had never learned to pipe down. At least this time it worked for her benefit.
Three hours later they were all impatient to leave but the call Abby had to answer seemed to take forever. It was the Roswell police and even though Abby was the last person the local law enforcement wanted to call, they had to. Mr. Oliver had been arrested just a few hours earlier and he’d given Abby’s name and phone number as his one and only contact.
Officer Robichek tried to explain the situation to Abby but it was taking a hell of a lot of time. Mr. Oliver had been neglecting his Tourette syndrome treatment already for some time and it was demonstrating itself rather vividly. Years ago Mr. Oliver had been diagnosed with a severe case of coprolalia, an involuntary need to shout out obscenities and other socially inappropriate remarks. His condition had been successfully treated with botox injections but lately they had been affecting not only his vocal chords but his other bodily functions as well.
“So what did he actually do to get locked up?” Abby tried to find out. [TWATASAURUS! DILDO DIVER!] “Excuse me – what did you just call me!!?” Abby asked officer Robichek her voice clearly upset.
“It wasn’t me, Miss Gerhard,” [FILTHY PIG!] officer Robichek hastened to rectify, “I’m afraid we’ll have to sedate Mr. Oliver soon if he doesn’t calm the fuck down…” [FLATFOOT! BACOOOON!]
With much difficulty and after several euphemisms for her sexual orientation she had never heard of, Abby learned that Mr. Oliver had shown up at Mrs. Frittenhoff’s address and serenaded her on the street right under her bedroom window.
What might’ve been a romantic gesture had taken an ugly turn when the severely intoxicated Mr. Oliver had chosen to perform Madonna’s Erotica with a full blown choreography of his own. Mrs. Frittenhoff had called the police the second time Mr. Oliver had launched into the refrain “erotic, erotic, put your hands all over my body” and used the lamp post as his blatantly offensive dance pole.
To officer Robichek’s mighty relief, Abby promised to post bail for Mr. Oliver. She also promised to make sure Mr. Oliver’s daughter would pick him [BIRKENSTOOOOCK!] up no later than in half an hour. “There are certainly limits to what a decent police officer like you can take”, Abby concluded politely remembering all too well that her driver’s license still belonged to the Roswell’s finest.
Carol kept close eye at Abby the first few hours of their drive. Abby seemed perfectly happy and whenever her eyes met Carol’s she broke into an adorable smile. Carol wasn’t sure if it was the dolphin drive that had brought about this favorable change or if it had more to do with what she had whispered in her ear. It worried her to a certain extent – she had after all made a promise she couldn’t deliver all by herself.
What did you do to Abigail-2015? Belivet asked curiously. Luckily Carol hadn’t thought it all through at that very moment.
Oh, nothing much, she belittled knowing very well Belivet wouldn’t buy her evasive remark.
You must have hidden talents, Carol-2015, Belivet complimented. I must say I’m very impressed.
Carol knew very well what Belivet was up to. Her alien tried to trick her to think about it. She however wasn’t quite as defenseless anymore – ever since she’d driven the dolphin herself she had learned to keep certain things to herself. Furthermore she had noticed a change in Belivet as well – every time the alien got all hot and bothered her ability to read Carol’s mind seemed to hit rock bottom. So every time Carol wanted to throw Belivet off course she formed a mental image and stuck to it:
RED HOT STILETTOS
Making Belivet blush and pant excessively, it worked like a charm every freaking time.
I am getting a troubling signal, Harrison noted as they were speeding towards The Big Dodecahedron. It’s jamming my control panel, she added pointing at the taut, peaked nipples underneath her skimpy top. Seeing the tips of Harrison’s breasts bulge out like two perfect marbles, Rindy swallowed hard.
Is it what I think it is? Belivet asked sharply. She looked at Cantrell who instinctively grabbed Abby’s hand.
I’m afraid so. The Dickheads have followed us here. Harrison was reluctant to continue.
“The Dickheads? The same ones who destroyed Planet Terez and all your people?” Carol exclaimed terrified. The news of this intergalactic clan of ruthless Huns entering Earth was troubling to say the least. Could it be that the entire fate of the human race was in jeopardy? Was it up to these three gorgeous as fuck aliens to save the day? Would it soon rain brimstone and fire – and unmanned kites? Time running out, am I to have no real hot fusion with Belivet? Will I die only supersaturated but not really, really fucked out of my mind? Carol’s mind was in overdrive.
Belivet stared at her amusedly. I think you are getting way ahead of yourself, Carol-2015. A smile touching her lips, the petite alien pressed her hot palm on the exposed lily white skin of her blonde driver’s thigh. There is an old Terezian broadside ballad I find most appropriate for this very moment… sisters, will you join me?
Belivet, Cantrell and Harrison started a performance that didn’t exactly resemble singing – it was more like a constant static vibration dashing through all human cavities in one whirlwind swoop and finally settling inside the hypothalamus. Yet somehow Carol, Abby and Rindy were able to hear the lyrics as well.
Tereeeez… a time to eat spheres… and spinach…
Tereeeez… a time to hatch… and obey…
Tereeeez… a time to burn… and fuse…
Tereeeez… a time to KICK SOME SERIOUS DICK ASS FROM PLANET SEMCO