“I haven’t the foggiest idea.” I laugh.
She giggles and glances at her watch. “You hungry?”
“Yes. I might’ve worked up an appetite.”
“Come. I have a cache of meat down the way a bit. I have some time.”
“Time before what?” I call, but she’s already starting to look around for wherever we tossed her clothes.
Isabella, as it turns out, is very resourceful. She has a fire going in no time at all, and she even uses a slingshot to kill a toad.
"It's poisonous," she explains. "Otherwise, I would've let it be."
“You don’t eat it?”
“Poisonous, remember?”
“Won’t other animals come along and eat it, scavengers?”
“Yes, possibly. You can bury it if you like. I’m going to cook the food.”
I don’t really bury the toad. I knock it off the rock it’s perched on, use my boot to push and dig a tiny hole, kick the toad over, and sprinkle some dirt back on top. Not perfect, but it’s better than nothing.
The meat is delicious, juicy, and tangy. It falls right off the bone, and I inhale it. I'm always starving at deep sleep. I'm always starving after rock climbing, and I'm always starving after a good sex romp, and that had been one of the best.
Fuck. That had been the best.
Isabella is a beautiful woman. Her hair and eyes are dark, almost black. Her lips are full and pouty, the kind that guys dream about, and I’m already dreaming about those luscious lips wrapping around my cock. Her complexion is darker than some Earthling’s, and she has legs for days to match her slender waist, sweet ass, and perfect curves.
I couldn’t have found a more gorgeous woman if I tried.
“Why are you here?” I ask her.
“I could ask you that question,” she says.
“You can go ahead and ask.”
“I don’t care,” she says lazily.
“Tired?”
“A bit,” she admits with a laugh.
“Then take a nap.”
“No.”
“Why not? If you’re worried that someone will come and take advantage of you, I’ll keep watch.”
“I don’t need a watchdog,” she says. “No, I’m not worried about someone coming along. Clearly not because…”
She doesn't blush. Her cheeks aren't red. I love that she has no shame, that she loves her body and knows how to use it. Some women turn red when they're embarrassed, but she's not and has no reason to be.
“You have somewhere to go then,” I say.
“Maybe.” She tilts her head to the side and appraises me. “You’re welcome to stick around, though.”
“And watch you leave for your engagement?” I ask.
She laughs. “Or you can come along if you want. Or don’t. I’m sure you’re here on Earth for a reason.”
“You bet I am.”
“And that reason?”
“To do whatever the fuck I want.”
She grins. "And to fuck whoever the fuck you want?"
“Maybe. Only if she wants to.”
“Oh, I’m sure there is no shortage of women who would spread her legs for you, and I wouldn’t blame them.”
“After all, you already did.”
“Yes, but if you think that makes you God’s gift of alien cock to Earthling women…”
“Would that be such an outlandish claim after what you just experienced?”
“Fuck you, Strol. I’m calling you Cocky because that’s what you are.”
“Go ahead,” I say. “I don’t mind hearing the word ‘cock’ from your lips again and again.”
She burst out laughing. I love the sound.
“Arrogant prick.” She eyes me. “What does ‘ovian’ mean?”
“It’s basically a Novan curse word.”
“Ah.”
“It’s most similar to fuck or fucking. Something along those lines, but it’s not always a bad thing.”
“Like when you say it during the best sex of your life?” she asks pointedly.
I open and shut my mouth before glaring at her. “It was the best of your life too. Admit it!”
“I’ll say yes or no on three. You too. Ready?” At my nod, she says, “One… two…”
“Yes,” I admit.
“No.”
“No?” I repeat, shocked.
“Well, I’m hoping it’s a no,” she clarifies.
“Does that mean you want another round? In bed this time? Or against a tree?”
She laughs and glances at her watch.
“You need to go.”
“It’s not far,” she says, “and you can join me.”
“I’d love to join you.”
She eyes me.
Yes, my tone made the seemingly innocent words take on another meaning, but it doesn’t escape my notice that her nipples are hard beneath her tight shirt.
Isabella clears her throat. “Help me put out the fire.”
I do, and she helps too, but she keeps checking her watch. She doesn’t want to be late for something.
Or someone.
Just where are we going? Who is she meeting? Why is it okay if I tag along?
I have so many questions, but I just tag along behind her as she climbs back up to toward the mountaintop.
But there's no one up there. We had been alone up there, and no one passed us as we came down for our food.
Even more confused now, I have to ask, “Where are we going?”
“To the top.”
“I figured that much, but why?”
“Why do you need to know? Don’t you like surprises?”
“My favorite surprise is when I’m woken up by a woman sucking my cock.”
“Is it now?” she asks dryly. “Has that ever happened to you?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t jerk when you woke up?” she asks. “Because if I were a guy, I would probably jerk, and that might make her freak out and bite down, and I just can’t imagine how much pain that would cause.”
“You like to paint sick, disturbing pictures in guys’ heads,” I complain. “You completely ruined it for me.”
“But, hey! You said it happened to you, and it was great, so clearly, she didn’t bite you! You can just remember your actual lived experience!”
“It’s too late. Everyone knows that bad triumphs over good. It’ been supplanted. You have cursed me to this unending torment.”
“Get over yourself.”
“I’m terrified now to even think about oral sex. No mouth is allowed near my cock…” I eye her and nudge my hip against hers. “Well, maybe your mouth.”
She snorts. “I have been known to bite.”
“Hmm. Did he want a second round?”
“I don’t know. I left town afterward.”
“Was the cock biting the reason
