The First Contact Of Love ...A short sci-fi story by Chuck Keyes

The First Contact Of Love 

A short sci-fi story by Chuck Keyes

          From across Betty Bee's Antique Store, Brad Campbell noticed a beautiful tall woman. Her brunette hair runs down to beyond the center of her back, her Anime-like gold eyes are exceptionally appealing, and her figure would make any man howl at the moon like a wild horny wolf.

          Brad worked his way across the store and stood next to the hot brunette, who's standing in one spot as if she's waiting for a bus. He looked down at a few dozen vintage knives under a glass counter. A few minutes passed by while he worked up the boldness to speak to the lovely woman. "Hello, what brings you to Betty Bee's Antique Store here in the little town of Sundance, Texas?"

           "I'm waiting for the drops of liquid to stop falling from the sky."

          Brad's handsome face twisted in thought. "Rain?"

          "Yes, rain. I don't have a covering to prevent my hair from becoming drunk."

          "I assume you mean wet?"

          "Yes, wet. I'm still in the process of learning your English language."

          "My name is Brad Campbell," he said, offering his hand to her. "I'm here in Sundance to visit my parents for a few weeks."  

          While displaying a curious expression, she reached out and touched Brad's hand by erotically sliding the tips of her fingers across his palm.

          Brad enjoyed her titillating concept of a handshake.

          "My name is Lacresha."

          "Oh, that's a beautiful name," voiced Brad. "Do you live here in Sundance?"

          "No," she replied. "I'm a visitor."

          "Where are you from?"

          "I'm from a faraway land. I'd like to learn why you've selected me to communicate with?"

          "Because you're incredibly beautiful."

          "Does this mean you're attracted to me?"

          "Yes." Brad nodded while figuring this has to be the strangest first conversation he has ever had with a woman.

           "What female section of my body are you attracted to?"

          Brad chuckled. "To be honest, every sector that makes up your lovely body."

          "Do you live here in Sundance?"

          "I grew up here on my father's ranch. I now live in College Station, and I'm one of the youngest engineering professors at the famed Texas A&M College," he said along with displaying a proud expression on his face.           

          "Your occupation is a teacher."

          "Well, yes, but referring to myself as an ordinary   teacher isn't as honorable as being a professor."

          "I understand." Lacresha chuckled with a nod. "You mention your honorable occupation to impress me, hoping that I'll mate with you."

          Brad scratched his head for a moment while thinking of something to say. "Lacresha, I was trying to impress you, but my intentions are honorable." He offered her his most handsome smile. "As they say here in America, if you have it, flaunt it."

          "This is interesting." Lacresha giggled. "Do consider your method of attracting me to be a typical method of all human males?"

          "I suppose; however, most American men search for sexual enjoyment without any interest for a commitment. Some of my single friends like to refer to their female congests as, 'find them, tap them, and dump them'. I'm twenty-seven years old and I'd like to settle down in a long-term commitment."

          Lacresha shot Brad a pretty grin. "How do I know you're not deceiving me?"

          "I guess your only option is to trust me."

          "I'm also looking for a lifelong mating commitment. A strong human male who can frequently pleasure my female mating instincts."

          "I can live with that. You do have a higher than a number ten body, but believe me, Lacresha, my interest is to get to know you before having sex with you."

          "Is having sex the same meaning for mating?"

          "Yes…mating is what animals do."

          "Are we not animals?"

          "I suppose we are, but we don't like to admit it."

          "How do you plan to learn about me?"

          "By way of the customary method of taking you out on a series of enjoyable dates," he voiced, followed with thoughts that either she's teasing me, or she's from a foreign country that's so backwards that she's ashamed to mention the name of it.

          "Being from a faraway country, I don't understand the meaning of a date."

          "A date is when a female and male spend time together to learn about each other, thus bringing them closer together to eventually lead into romance, love, and possibly marriage."

          "Would you like to take me out on a date?"

          "I could most certainly live with that."

          "Why?"

          "Because you're pleasant, fun, beautiful, and being from another country, I'd like to teach about life in America."

          "Okay, Brad, the rain has stopped, so let's go on a date."

          "What would you like to do?"

          "This is all new to me, so whatever you want to do."

          Brad rubbed his squire chin in thought. "Lacresha, let's make this a wonderful first date. Would you like to travel to Dallas to enjoy having dinner in a five star, top floor revolving restaurant?"

          "Yes! Soon I will require a food substance to nourish my human female body."

          "Okay!" Brad excitedly took hold of Lacresha's hand and led her outside to his Ford Flex. He opened the passenger's door and politely helped her up on the seat. He ran around his Flex, jumped in, and fired up the engine.

          After Brad showed Lacresha how to hook up her seatbelt, in silence he drove out to the major highway leading to Dallas.

          "This is an interesting surface vehicle," voiced Lacresha.

          "Is this your first time riding in a Ford Flex?" asked Brad.

          "Yes, and this is the first vehicle where I'm required to wear a safety belt."

          "There's not a seatbelt law in your country?"

          "Our surface vehicles do not require safety belts."

          "Oh," Brad nodded in bewilderment. Thinking the vehicles in her backwards country are so old that they don't have seatbelts.

          Brad noticed his foreign date is curiously peering out the Flex's windows. "Lacresha, is the East Texas landscape different from your country?"

          "Yes, your landmass is extremely different than mine."

          "In what way?"

          "Attempting to explain the many differences between our countries would be beyond your comprehension."

          Brad laughed for a few moments until he realized her response was more mystifying than funny. He was about to speak when the lines of traffic up ahead came to a sudden stop, each vehicle crashing into each other on the wet highway. He slammed his foot on the Flex's brake pedal. Brad expected to crash into the pileup, but to his surprise, there are no vehicles surrounding him. Behind him, he can see the three vehicle collision that produced the mass pileup. "Lacresha, what happened?"

          "Your path became obstructed."

          Brad compressed the gas pedal, continuing on toward Dallas, leaving hundreds of vehicles behind. "I don't understand it." Brad shook his head. "I should've hit the truck in front of me, but within a blink of my eye, I ended up in front the pileup."

          "I consider any vehicle requiring the occupants to strap their bodies to the seats to be exceedingly dangerous."

          "Why didn't I hit the truck in front?"

          "Because we wouldn't want to have an awful fist date." Lacresha moved closer to Brad, and then she leaned over toward him and licked his right cheek with her moist tongue. "Was that what you call a kiss?"

          Brad giggled along with being surprised. "It was nice, but a lick isn't a kiss. Your lips are required to produce a kiss."

          "Maybe later you could teach me how to kiss."

          "That would be enjoyable," responded Brad with a smile. Why Lacresha doesn't know how to kiss is beyond strange, he internally said to himself. She's the strangest woman I've ever meet. Somehow, she saved us from being in an accident. It was magical, as if time stopped while my Ford Flex was transferred ahead of the accident. Any other man besides me would almost certainly be frightened of her, but I'm drawn to her unique beauty. Much of what she says is mystifying, but within my heart, I want to learn more about her.

          Lacresha ran her fingers through Brad's jet black hair. "I like how your human hair feels."

          "Thanks."

          Brad grabbed hold her soft, warm hand, and held it. Many silent minutes passed by while they held hands.

          "Brad, I enjoy holding your hand," said Lacresha, "The comfort of closeness is warming parts of my female body in an unusual way. Is holding hands a standard procedure during a first date?"

          "There's really no standard procedures during a first date. Basically, a grownup couple can do whatever their hearts desire. Share their dreams; hold hands, kiss, hug, and many do have sex."

          "I'm excited about learning how to kiss."

          "I know a little poem about kissing," voiced Brad. "I found it on the internet. I think it was written by a guy who calls himself The Chuck!"

          "What's a poem?"

          "It's a literary composition that rhymes."

          "May I please hear the kissing poem?" asked Lacresha.

          "Okay…

'Lips touch lips,
supple and moist.
A formed ellipse,
of love unvoiced.

Mouth of honey,
breath so warm.
A connected unity,
an inner firestorm.

Passions collide,
oral liquids flow.
Intimacy verified,
as tongues tango.

Heads a skewed,
bodies held tight.
A world to elude,
during the delight'."

          "Oh, I enjoyed the poem, and now I understand how to properly kiss. Please, can you stop your surface vehicle for a few minutes so I can kiss you?" Lacresha excitedly asked.

          "Okay, I can live with that." Brad pulled his Flex over to the far right of the breakdown lane and slid the shift lever to the park position.

          Lacresha pressed her perfectly shaped breasts against Brad's chest, and then she placed her sweet puckering lips against his lips. Their tongues eagerly tangoed in passion as their oral liquids blend together in a first contact of intimacy.

          More than seven minutes of passionate kissing passed by when Brad had no choice but to pull away to catch his breath. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but after a brisk shake of his head, he realized that Lacresha's eyes are actually glowing. Strange, he thought, but I can live with that. Never before has a woman kissed me with such a profusion of passion. He held her in his muscular arms while he gently rubbed her back and neck. He can feel her heart rapidly beating along with her chest heaving up and down with a fervent of sexual excitement. Cheek against cheek, his face is buried in her hair, which smells of sweet herbs of love.

          Unexpectedly, a Texas State Trooper loudly tapped on his driver's window. Brad quickly pushed the button to lower the window.

          "Sir, may I see your license and proof of insurance?" asked the trooper.

          "Yes, officer." Brad removed his wallet and handed the trooper what he asked for. The trooper returned to his cruiser to run Brad's license through the computer."

          "Brad, who is this human male intruder?"

          "He's an officer of the law," Brad replied upon noticing her eyes are no longer glowing like florescent light bulbs.

          "Do you want me to send him half way around your planet to another landmass?"

          "No!" Brad shook his head. "He's just doing his job." He paused for a moment in thought. "Can you really send him away?"

          She smiled with a nod. "Yes, I do possess the ability."

          The trooper returned and noticed Brad's A&M teacher's parking permit hanging from the Flex's review mirror. "Mr. Campbell, you do realize this is a breakdown lane…not Lovers Lane?"

          "Yes, sir."

          "Alright, Mr. Campbell, you may go," the trooper said while gazing at Lacresha's exceptional beauty. "I suggest taking advantage of one of Dallas's comfortable hotels."

          "Thank you, officer."

          They continued on. Off in the distance they can see the Dallas' buildings almost touching the clouds.

          "I assume the police officer didn't like us kissing."

          "Not in my Flex on the breakdown lane."

          "I enjoyed kissing you. It was my first kiss. My first sexual encounter. Never before, have I felt anything so wonderful. Many of the female parts of my human body were strangely quivering with pleasure."

          Brad's invading thoughts suddenly overwhelmed him. Lacresha, you've never been sexually involved?"

          "May I ask how old you are?"

          "In your earth years, I'm two hundred and sixty-four, but as being an adult human female, I'm only four and a half earth hours old."

          "Oh," Brad nervously chuckled.

          "The officer mentioned a hotel. What is it?" asked Lacresha.

          "It's a building that offers rooms for people to spend the night."

          "After we intake food substance, can we use one of these rooms to continue our kissing?"

          "If that's what you desire. I don't want to take advantage of your gorgeous human body."

          "Brad, I'm extremely attracted to you, and from within my new body, I have special feelings for you, but I don't know if I can explain them. That's because these unusual human feelings for desiring you to be my handsome mate are new to me."

          "Lacresha, we've arrived, so we can continue discussing feelings for each other while having dinner."

          "Yes, my stomach is making strange groaning noises, which obviously means I require an intake of food substance. This will be the first food nourishment to enter into my human body."  

          Brad turned into the Palace Hotel parking garage. After parking, he opened Lacresha's door and offered her a helpful hand. They exited the garage, entered the hotel's grand lobby, and boarded an elevator cab, heading up to the revolving restaurant.

          "Oh, I noticed the other human females are wearing prettier clothing than mine."

          "This is a brand-new five star hotel."

          "Excellent, we're already in a hotel." Her eyes flashed briefly with a glow of light. She removed a strange cell phone-like device from her leather pocketbook and pushed a series of buttons on its face. Brad's eyes bulged with amazement to see Lacresha's basic western style clothing instantly changed. She's now wearing a stunning low cut evening dress with pink pearls around her neck, and matching pearl earrings. Her face is perfectly painted with makeup, and her hair is wavy, attractively flowing over shoulders. She looks like a beautiful fairytale princes attending a magical ball. "Wow! You're more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen."

          "Oh, thank you, Brad. I created my body with seventy different human female genetic molecules I transferred from their coffins."

          "Okay, I can live with that."

          She stared at the small screen on the face of her phone-like device. "I think you would look good in blue." Again, she pressed a sequence of buttons, and Brad is now wearing a blue suit with a light blue pinstriped shirt. Lacresha smiled. "Yes, you do look good wearing the color blue. Now your clothing matches your handsome blue eyes."

          "Thank you."

          The elevator doors parted and they stepped out wearing their new clothing.

          They were seated at an elegant table in front of large window looking down on Dallas. One waiter wrote down their dinner orders while another scurried off to fetch them tall glasses of ice tea.

          Lacresha took a sip of her tea. "Oh, this sensation of drinking is wonderful. I can taste the tea, and it's good. I'm going to enjoy nourishing my body with liquids and food substances. It's far better than recharging my body with viotron energy."

          Brad softly spoke. "Lacresha, what were you before you became a human being?"

          "I was a member of a monotonous race of beings who base their entire existence on intelligence without emotions. My past physical body was extremely different from yours. I was made up of viotron energy molecules. I glowed without any features of expressions. All my communications and required labor duties were performed with my mind. My viotron race lives on a planet within a syrene gas nebula, located nearly forty thousand light years from your earth."

          Brad nodded his head. "I can live with that. How did you end up here on earth as a human being?" Brad asked while displaying an inquisitive expression.

          "I escaped along with four other members of my viotron race aboard a stolen trans-universe vessel. We bravely set out on a long journey to search for a joining of genetic information, thus giving us an entirely new and happier existence. I was the first to transfer my new human body to the earth's surface. I do hope when my viotron friends arrive, they too will find someone as wonderful as you are. For safety reasons, we decided to split up. Even though we appear human, our genetic makeup is mixed with our viotron bodies. From my studies of your human race, altered aliens from another planet wouldn't be welcomed, and I do not wish to spend my new existence being studied in a laboratory."

          "I'll never allow that to happen," Brad said in a sharp protective tone. "Is your spaceship well hidden?"

          "Yes." She nodded along with a smile. "The surface of my vessel is mirrored in low orbit. No one will be able to detect it, and I can utilize it as a satellite to boost my psychic powers and allow me to materialize any matter I require, such as our new clothing we're wearing."    

          The waiter returned with their dinner. Lacresha had asked Brad to order the same meal he chose for himself.

          Lacresha watched Brad while he cut a piece of his prime rib and used his fork to place it in his mouth. She copied him, and after she chewed and swallowed the tender meat, a wide grin formed on her beautiful face. "Yes, this is a wonderful experience. I hope you don't mind me learning by watching you?"

          "No, I don't mind."

          While Brad ate his dinner, he stealthily watched Lacresha enjoy her first meal. He knows her weird and wonderful story of being an alien in her past life is true, especially after she somehow prevented his Ford Flex from crashing into a truck. Her unique beauty drew him to her from across Betty Bee's Antique Store. It was as if he was a honeybee being drawn to the most beautiful flower ever created. Lacresha is of her own creation, and theoretically, she's an entirely new life form, combined of human and viotron DNA. Obviously, her lovely body was rapidly grown in a lab aboard her orbiting spaceship. I've only known her for nearly four hours, he thought, and I'm falling in love with her. Evidently, love at first sight really does occur. Her uniqueness, her beauty, her developing personality, and her kissing talents, makes her a perfect mate for me. "Lacresha, clearly you don't have a home here on earth."

          "No, but you found me, and I can sense that you care about me in more ways than a first date."

          Brad gave her a loving smile. "Yes, I do care about you, and my home is your home."

          "You wish to share your life with me?"

          "Yes."

          "Does this mean I can frequently kiss you?"

          Brad giggled. "If kissing is what you desire, I'll be happy to please you."

          "Oh yes, I do enjoy kissing you. The process of kissing arouses my human mating instincts, and my eyes glow like my past viotron body, intensifying with my arousal to mate with you."

          "I can live with that."

          "Are we now going to a room to spend the night?"

          "Yes. It's now too late for us to travel to College Station. We'll sleep here."

          "This will be the first time I have ever slept. The thought of turning off my mind is frightening. I want to sleep with you, so you'll be there to protect me. This is the beginning of our lifelong commitment."

          Brad smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "Yes it is, and I'm the luckiest man on planet earth."

          "We can turn off our minds after we do an abundance of kissing, hugging, and mating."

          "I can live with that, although before heading to our room, I'd like to stop by the hotel's drugstore and buy a strong pair of sunglasses."  

The End!

© October 2011

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