I smile at her as I get up for my shower, “My mind is always working. It never shuts down. Any puzzle, and it works tirelessly to figure it out. When I run into a new language, immediately, my brain collects conversations in context to figure out the words and how to pronounce them. It wasn’t long before I was close to understanding much of what they said. Today was my first attempt to speak.”
It’s not five minutes later when I hear Trudy yell, “Where are you? Where are you hiding? Come out here, dammit!”
I walk out of my washroom while still drying my hair. Right now, it’s all frizzy.
Trudy laughs, “Oh, aren’t you adorable. You look like one of those big fluffy dogs that got wet.”
Time for my fun, “What are you doing here? I am on my way to catch the end of Carla’s class.”
She finds that funny; she is almost rolling on the ground, giggling. All I can do is look at her.
When she finishes, she looks at me, smiling, “She figured out what we were doing. All pretense of caring flew out the window. The topic changed to having sex with men and how they’re different. Tamara and Carla both tried to tell us it wasn’t better. It’s easy to tell when those two lie; they smile too much thinking of you!”
She is taking off her clothes, “I am the one person in the family that NEEDS sex, or I get … well, I turn into a bitch. Nobody wants to be around me. I won’t be part of your problem. You have too many women that want you, and as much as I suspect this will be the best sex ever for me, I need it a lot more than every five days.”
I correct her, “Four days, Tamara, Tammi, and Carla. You would have been the fourth.”
Trudy laughs at me, “Try again, math genius, I said and mean five.”
I am in shock, “Fuck me.”
It’s not often that I’m surprised.
Trudy uses a finger to push me down on the bed.
Trudy uses a deep sexy voice to explain, “On our planet, we make Monica out to be the devil. As you saw, they’re more like friends. Our people will resent Carla because of her mother, so many deaths, and because she will marry a man. To help improve her public opinion, she will be seen with mom and us a lot. She needs to be friends with us. What does she have that we want?”
My mouth hangs open, “No way. She is bartering my love for her so you four can fuck me?”
Trudy gives me a serious look, “I wouldn’t put it that way. It’s more like we want sex with your husband; let’s be friends.”
I feel glum; what have I done to Carla?
Trudy sits next to me and wraps her arms around me; she kisses me lightly on the lips.
Trudy smiles happily, “It won’t be so bad for her. We won’t take more than two nights a week between the four of us. Many of those will be for official business. I’m more worried about mom’s friends. Once word gets out about you, there might be some demanding women. For now, everything, including us, goes through Carla. That should keep many at bay.
Trudy lays back, “She is one smart woman. With her being #1 to replace her mother, that woman has some serious claws others won’t want to mess with. Someday she may wield a ton of power. She won’t be taking much crap.”
Now with a sad face, she asks me, “How much longer must I wait? I have been patient. Farrrrrr more patient than I like. I need to feel you inside of me now. I want to see what they’re talking about. I want to see what’s so special.”
Trudy is on her back. She has three pillows stacked up under her head and shoulders, so she isn’t flat on her back. She wants to see what’s going to happen. The smile on her face isn’t false; she’s excited. I crawl up on the bed. I am still dripping a bit from just having showered. My hair is slicked back, and I smell nice. I am ready for sex.
Trudy has other ideas. She puts out both hands like a toddler that wants a drink. I am leery as I move closer to her.
Trudy laughs, “Oh, Tim. I’m not going to hurt you. Just the opposite, I want to see what that bitch of a mother did to you. Does it cause you any issues still?”
I sigh, “It’s just how mom is. She owns me and expects a certain behavior out of me. From time to time, it itches, or I get spasms.”
Trudy orders me, “In my blue bag on that table, there is a red and white tin. Please bring it to me. Then turn around, and I will apply the cream to your back. Monica has seen others get whipped and knew that this cream would help. I will have you taken to the city’s medical facility when we get settled in. They will find a way to make it better. We have deep pockets.”
I hand her the tin, sit in front of her, and she slowly places cream on my back and then rubs in it. She didn’t rush rubbing the cream into my back. She took her time and made sure my back got a good rubbing. She didn’t seem to mind touching me, which seems out of place given the way women have hated men so severely for so many years.
Trudy questions me, “Tim, you didn’t answer me twice. What were you just thinking about?”
I chuckle, “I was just thinking how weird it is that you spent so much effort spreading cream on a man. For the last several generations, easy, probably much longer on some planets, women have hated men. Why bother with the cream on my back? It doesn’t make sense.”
Trudy is serious as she answers me, “I think there are two major factors involved. Evolution is on your side. For millions of years, men and women have had sex. I think women my age have heard how horrible men are, but there is no physical evidence to see. There are few men, and they’re not around here. Only a few are around to produce sperm.
“Older women are more conditioned and seem to benefit from putting men down. Then you came barging into our lives, saved our lives, and were crucial to getting us to the negotiations. You clean up our government, and oh yeah, you’re our brother. You saw how women react to you having sex with them. Hell, those researchers almost killed you. You know all of this. No secrets were given away here.”
I admit, “Yet I still can’t believe it.”
Trudy looks victorious, “Oh, your bitch mother doesn’t own you anymore. You just watch how fast Carla defends you. Your head will spin at the ferocity. I saw her put her mother in her place when Monica suggested Carla was not allowed to leave the planet.”
I smile, “Maybe Monica was testing her daughter’s resolve?
Trudy thinks, “Yea, I suppose so. Still, I won’t be testing that woman’s love for you.”
I get this great idea, “Hey. I got this great idea.” She looks sad. “I think I need to fuck you good.”
Trudy’s eyes light up with love. There is fear there as well. She’s probably worried that she isn’t good enough. I don’t give her time to think about it. I push my lengthy meat with the spherical end straight into my sister’s dripping passage. On initial contact, my sister changes to a look of complete bliss. Trudy purrs like a kitten.
I get about three-quarters of the way in before it slows down. I don’t force it in, yet I apply pressure to help push the issue. Her eyes pop out of her head in amazement. She proves me wrong; her smile does get bigger and better. No way. I didn’t figure that was possible. As I continue pushing in and pulling out, I gradually break new ground.