sceNe 24 - ꜰiʀꜱᴛ ɪNᴛiᴍaᴄʏ ᴘaʀᴛ 1

Spending time with Cryztal was fun, but I had to focus on where I was taking my life post-graduation. My job search was pretty slow going, so I was still putting in shifts at the restaurant. It was family owned, and they had flexible hours, but preferred I work mornings. Apparently I was really good with older customers. A lot of them would say they had a grandson they wanted to introduce me to, and some even mentioned having a granddaughter, but I always told them I wasn’t interested. Lately, though, I’ve accidentally told them my girlfriend wouldn’t like that.

“Oh? So you have a girlfriend? That’s nice.”

“What is she like? Where did you meet her?”

“Are you sure? I’m sure my grandson is a much better fit!”

Their reactions were all cute. We weren’t official or whatever, but I did my best to keep my customer service face on and move the subject along. My boss eventually told me to ease up on talking about my love life, since when I did talk about Cryztal, he thought I made a creepy face. Sandra calls it my “lonely” face, but I don’t understand what they mean.

“It’s just a creepy face. Like it's obvious you’re thinking something perverted.” Sandra’s shift was usually early afternoon into the evening, so we had some overlap.

“I am not! I just like her a lot!” It was so rude of her to pick on me like this.

“Just try not to make that face at work, okay?” Sandra sighed. “You’re not going to get hurt again, right?” Oh right. That.

“Everything’s fine. She’s really gentle with me.” I looked away from Sandra and smiled. “She could probably break me in half, but every touch from her is so soft.”

“Yeah, see, that’s the type of thing you shouldn’t be saying here.”

After work I went to Cryztal’s place and made dinner for us. It was just tomato soup and grilled cheese, but Cryztal still looked so happy eating it. So much of her food had been from fast food or restaurant to-go boxes for years probably, and she told me some days she just ate jerky the whole day. That couldn’t possibly be good for her! Even if she’s an alien, she needs to think about her nutrition!

While we ate, I wanted to ask her if I could join her on streams. I just wanted to be able to sit with her, but she didn’t seem to like my suggestion.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You don’t want to be an internet personality, do you?”

“Not especially! But I want to sit with you!”

“Didn’t you use your real name as an actress? Someone will probably connect you to Forgotten Station. I’m trying to avoid that right now.”

“I’ll use an alias! They don’t need to know who I am!”

“I just have to say no. Please don’t push me on it.”

I knew it would be a hard sell, but it still wasn’t fun being rejected like that. She kissed me before going into her room to stream, and I watched along while I did the dishes. I was still going to be active in the chat even if I couldn’t be in the room with her.

I settled in on the couch, thinking that would be my night, but only a few hours in, she ended the stream, saying she had other plans for the night. She didn’t mention other plans to me. When she came out of her room, she said she wanted to spend the rest of the night with me! My heart absolutely skipped a beat!

Whenever we cuddle, I try to be the big spoon, but while we were watching a show, we ended up with me laying on top of her. She was taller than me, so it made sense, and I can’t say I hated resting my head on her chest, but it was starting to get me in the mood. Even just listening to her heartbeat made me want to be closer to her.

I turned my head to face her and kissed her chin. She looked down and responded by squeezing me tightly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked, slyly.

“Trying to reach your lips, but they’re so far away!”

“You’ll have to come get them.” I loved when she teased me like that.

I lifted myself up and reached her face, resting my nose and forehead against hers. The feel of her cool breath against my face excited me even more. I took a moment to stare into her immense eyes giving me a soft look. Only a few seconds later we brought our lips together, and began making out.

Not to brag about how cool it is having an alien girlfriend, but is she just supposed to know where I liked to be held while making out? I get it, most people probably like having their asscheeks gripped and their breasts fondled, but she really understood how to hold me in a way I don’t think I had ever experienced before. She made me feel desirable. Like she absolutely wanted a piece of me.

Then there was her body. I know I think about it often, but getting directly hands-on really satisfied my thoughts. Her waist has such a nice curve! And I could hold onto her hips all night if she’d let me! I also desperately needed to keep my hands off her neck. More than once I’ve found myself enamored with just how soft it was, I might have almost choked her!

The longer we kept going, the hotter the moment felt. Touching her warm body, the more excited I would get. She even started taking her top off, but I stopped her. I’m not sure why, but maybe it was to make it more convincing when I didn’t take mine off. I couldn’t risk her seeing the scars on my arms and legs and getting turned off, but I really wanted to make the most of what she was giving me. I felt inspired to make a really bold request.

I lifted my face away from her to make eye contact. She laid still, panting, and met my eyes. It was tense, but even that tension was building my excitement.

“Is it okay if I get myself off?”