The Irresistible Allure of Earthling Women
A Thorny Thursday fiction trade with Kathrine Elaine
Yes, readers, are at it again. Sharing prompts. Trading fiction. Making sure neither of us fully falls off this little writer’s bandwagon, even if I’m currently dangling by my ankle after catching the side with my foot. As a note, I’m actually writing this story on Tuesday morning and am set to resume writing The Jarl’s Son a bit later today. The hope is to have at least the first half of chapter 11 ready by this weekend, but barring that, it’ll be available by the next.
For now, I hope you enjoy this little idea that came to me while musing on the prompt Kathrine came up with: a first kiss in spaaaaaaace!
He’d never kissed a woman before, not even as part of a youthful crush. Where she was from, folks apparently called those kinds of crushes “puppy love,” though he couldn’t fathom why. Best he could gather, the term was a woefully outdated holdover of Earth culture from a place called “Mid West.” Again, he didn’t quite understand the meaning behind the name, and she wasn’t particularly interested in trying to explain it to him anymore.
Frankly, he wasn’t interested in hearing her explanations, either. After all, what sort of hope could boring discussions of a place called “Mid West” even begin to have against the stimulating pleasures of a kiss? Very little, he reasoned, and when he considered the general attractiveness of the Earthling woman who shared this stimulation with him, that already feeble hope rapidly reduced itself to the status of less-than-little.
She was beautiful. Like the most popular Earthling females, which was to say the sorts that could be seen on the broadcasts that anyone on the Terra-Martian interplanetary ferry actually watched, she had a slim and curvaceous figure. True, she wasn’t the most voluptuous creature, but she had that look of general physical fitness to her which was thoroughly appealing to the eye. What did the Earthlings call that again? Sporty? Something of that sort, anyway.
Her nose was small. Her cheeks, prominent. On the whole, her facial structure was pleasing to the eye, and made more-so by the way her long hair framed her face. The color of it confused him. It wasn’t an unusual color for Earth girls. She hadn’t used artificial dyes to turn it into various tones of pink, green, yellow, or blue, or anything else of that garish sort. Instead his confusion was born from the same lack of understanding of “puppy love” and “Mid West;” he simply didn’t know how to describe it.
“Sandalwood,” she’d told him when he asked, though he didn’t know what that was, either. He supposed he didn’t really need to. It was enough that her hair was soft and smelled nice and that it made her fair skinned face more fetching.
Her eyes drew his attention when they first started talking back in the ferry’s bar. The interplanetary craft was essentially a small cruise liner, and as such its various chambers were packed with activities and amenities to keep the guests entertained during the lengthy journey between the blue and red planets. As a native Martian born and raised, Earth women were always something of an exotic enticement for him. They didn’t really look any different from women born on the Martian colonies, but even so, there was just something about them. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was exactly, but it was there, and he saw it in the sparkle of her soft brown eyes.
Lovely as those eyes were, though, it was her lips he focused on now. Pink and delicate, they pressed into his flesh around his low collar. He was surprised just how soft they felt, even as her passions increased and she kissed him more forcefully. Unlike those popular women from the broadcasts, she didn’t have the same sort of full and plush lips. Hers were thinner, or at least they’d seemed to be with how often she pressed them into a line. Pursing them as she did now, though, increased their fullness considerably and made them feel all the more pleasant against him.
She kissed up from his collar, following his contours until she neared his mouth. “You should kiss me, too,” she whispered. Her voice and the heat from her breath sent shivers through his skin.
Glu’hrdls’klep’th’kah opened his glassy purple eyes and gave a slow nod. Parting the twitching mass of writhing jhorrrb’laxx from around his wide, green maw, he pursed his bloated lower lip and pencil thin upper lip into something approximating what the Earth woman’s lips looked like.
As he did, he caught a look at himself in the mirror posted on the wall opposite their shared bed. He didn’t understand why Earth humans seemed to enjoy the use of superfluous mirrors as decorations for their sleeping chambers. Seeing himself in it, he realized that pursing his lips like that kind of made him look like a bulbous-headed hairless green monkey. Save for his gloriously long jhorrrb’laxx, which stretched from his upper lip all the way down past the prominent ribs of his lanky three-armed body, he really didn’t have anything special about him. In truth, he wondered what this lovely Earthling woman even saw in him.
Perhaps she was simply curious, too. Perhaps, much like he’d never kissed an Earth woman before, she’d never kissed a Martian? Either way, he was enjoying his time with her. By the swirling sands, who would’ve guessed that after she offered to escort him around the ship, he’d end up kissing her? Certainly not Glu’hrdls’klep’th’kah. Certainly not!
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Cute story. Nice ending too.
Shotgun or I should rather say, railgun wedding, when? :D