Taken by the Aliens

by Anna Lewis

  I had to hail a cab to take us from the library café to my home because I lived so far out. As we drove, I couldn’t help but keep glancing over towards Chantelle nervously, to check that she hadn’t changed her mind. But she seemed to look just as keen as before.

  I just panicked about what she was going to think of my home. It was a huge, flashy mansion that I’d purchased a very long time ago, and it tended to bring out a whole range of emotions in the rare few people that I brought to visit.

  “Woah,” she gasped as she stepped outside onto my grounds. “This is… something else.” But she didn’t seem too impressed – a certain warning sign of a gold digger – she just seemed a little bewildered. Good. The ones that instantly grabbed onto my arms looking like the cat who had the cream – those were the ones to watch out for.

  “Yeah,” I laughed nervously, wanting to change the subject before things got too weird. It was too much, I knew that, but now that I was living there I couldn’t be bothered to move. “It’s okay. Shall we go inside?” I placed my hand on the small of her back and I guided her towards the front door. I didn’t want to discuss how many rooms there were, or how expensive it had been, I just wanted to resume the best date of my entire damn life!

  I ushered her quickly through the reception room, wanting to get her to the kitchen which was the most normal-looking room of the house. When I brought the place with the money I made from setting up my finance management business at a very young age, I hadn’t cared what it looked like too much. I left far too much of the design up to the interior designer, who seemed to think that I wanted the house to resemble a palace. Some of the luxuries included were absolutely ridiculous, but it was too late to change them now. Besides, I was used to them.

  “Do you want a drink?” I asked, reaching into the cupboard to grab a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine. She nodded, so I poured her one quickly, wanting her to feel relaxed again. I felt nervous myself, so there was no telling how anxious Chantelle must have been! Maybe this was a bad idea after all, maybe we should have left it at the café.

  “Are you okay?” I couldn’t help but ask, desperately needing her reassurance that she wanted to be there. We were like two cats, skirting around one another, neither of us knowing how to make the first move.

  “I am. It’s just…” Charlotte took in a deep sigh and stared right at me, giving me an intense look with her warm and inviting eyes. “I guess that I’m a little scared by how much I like you.”

  Woah, for someone who had been so shy up until now, that sure was forward. I didn’t know what to make of it.

  “I, erm…” I stuttered. I found myself speechless at her revelation. How did she expect me to respond to that? My mind whirred, trying desperately to think of the best thing to say, but I was drawing a frustrating blank.

  Say something, I willed myself. Reassure her, make her feel better!

  “It’s okay,” she quickly jumped in before I could tie myself into knots. “I know this might be a bit much for a first date, but I want to tell you the truth now. Just in case we ever… become anything.” Her tone was wary now, which had me worried. She was about to tell me something that I didn’t like, and I needed to respond in the right way if I didn’t want to push her away forever. I straightened out my face, and tried my best to calm my racing heart. “Not so long ago, I escaped an abusive relationship. I ran away and started my own life, but I do still feel like I need to constantly look over my shoulder.”

  Okay, well that was her uncertainly explained! The reason she spent so much of her life hunched over and hiding her face from the rest of the world, was because she had run away from someone who abused her in one way or another. Did he hit her? Mentally abuse her? Or something else? I wanted to ask, but it didn’t feel like the right moment to do so, so I clamped my lips tightly shut, wanting her to open up at her own pace. That felt only right.

  “My ex was a horrible man,” she continued, physically shaking as she spoke. I wanted to step forward and comfort her, but something was holding me back. I gave her space and let her continue. “And I guess it’s only fair that you know I’m still suffering the after effects of that. I don’t want…” She blew out some air, as if it was hard for her to keep her emotions inside. “I don’t want something to happen between us, only for my past to come back to haunt me.”

  I held her hands in mine, looking deeply into her soul, knowing exactly what I wanted to say. “I like you Chantelle. I like you a lot, and I’ve really enjoyed my time getting to know you, and I’d love to do that more. If you’re not ready for anything to happen between us, then I completely understand, but I hope that I can still see you.” Her revelation wasn’t enough to put me off her, not at all. We were in this now. I was hooked by her wonderful personality, and I wasn’t even slightly ready to let her go. I wanted her to tell me more, to open up to me, but she already looked spent from the amount that she’d given me, so I knew that the best thing I could do was to step back and to let her do what she needed to do. I just prayed that she would stick around for long enough to tell me the entire story.

  She mused thoughtfully for a second, biting her lip in the most adorable way possible, making my heart tremble with fear and excitement as I waited for her next move. I just had to be patient until she was ready.

  Then she did something that completely shocked me. She leant forward and she kissed me lightly on my lips, causing my heart to flutter wildly as a response. She still wanted me, she was still happy to be here with me, and that made me happier than anything else in the world! I was so afraid that talking about her past would pull her away from me, and I was so glad that it hadn’t.

  As my arms wrapped around her, and she pulled me in closer, causing the kiss to deepen, I started to panic. Was this what she wanted? Was I going to be something that she ended up regretting? Were we moving too quickly?

  “Are you sure?” I panted against her mouth, praying that she would be honest with me. I stared at her as she nodded, seeing the lust evident in her eyes.

  Okay, this was it. She really did want me. I smiled brightly at her, really drinking in her gorgeous appearance for a moment. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have someone so beautiful and so lovely here with me. Sure, she had her baggage, but I knew what it was now, which meant that we could deal with it together.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered, stroking her cheek gently. “I’m so glad that you’re here with me.”

  “Me too,” she said, nodding happily. “I’m so glad I finally said yes.”

  And that was enough to have me kissing her all over again.

  ***

  Chantelle

  Within the next second, we were making out like horny teenagers, unable to get enough of one another. Now that everything holding us back was gone, and my secret was already out, I felt like I could really give myself to Aaron. I wasn’t sure what made me confess about my past. But I knew I wanted him, and I was really glad that I had tell him. It made this feel so much better.

  He knew everything and he still wanted me. He knew that I was fragile and damaged, and it hadn’t been enough to send him running for the hills. That had to mean something… right?

  I ran my fingers through his freshly groomed hair, and he started to move his fingers all over my body, exploring my peaks and curves in a way that I’d never experienced before. Of course sex had been difficult for me for a very long time, because my warped relationship with Jon, but even before he ruined me it never managed to feel this good. Aaron’s touch was soft and gentle, yet passionate all at once. It made me feel amazing.

  Yep, it was official. I’d never been so sure of anything in my life. It might have seemed unwise, and it might not have been the move that anyone else would make, but I did it, and I couldn’t be happier. I finally felt free enough to make my own choices, and this was the right one for me.

  I knew that I was acting really out of character for myself, but I didn’t care. Aaron had already been so patient with m
e already, and he’d given me the best night of my life. The date he’d arranged was absolutely perfect for me, and it made me feel like he could see deeply into my soul, and instead of worrying me it felt amazing. I’d spent such a long time walking on eggshells, not doing anything that I wanted, that it felt amazing finally to be able to give in to my body’s desires.

  After a few more moments of kissing, Aaron pushed me backwards until I was lying across his dining table, and he stared down at me, smiling at me as if I was making him the happiest man alive. As his eyes travelled over my body, I found myself no longer wanting to hide away from him. I wanted him to see, I wanted him to be able to look at me in that way. It was a feeling that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time, and it made me feel really good about myself.

  “You’re beautiful,” he commented, making me blush furiously. I knew that I wasn’t gorgeous enough to deserve that compliment, but it was nice to hear all the same. It made me feel special.

  “I… thank you,” I mumbled as my face heated up with embarrassment. “You’re gorgeous too – but I’m sure you already know that.”

  He pushed back for a second, giving me a curious look. “Do you think that just because I’m wealthy, that I’m a player too?” He seemed hurt, so I averted my eyes, a little ashamed of my comment. He said, “I always get that, but I’m really not that way at all…”

  “No, no,” I shook my head quickly, wanting to distract him before my thoughtless comment really derailed things. I didn’t want this to stop now, not when it was feeling so good. “Just that… you’re very handsome, and you must get people telling you that all the time.” Was I explaining that right? I wasn’t sure, and from the way his face contorted in pain, it felt like everything I’d said was wrong.

  “I’ve been hurt too,” he admitted, stepping backwards slightly. I leant up on my elbows, looking at him with concern plastered on my face. “I’m wary of others as well.” This had me thinking. Sure, I hadn’t assumed that he was a player, but I did think that he had the world at his feet, so it was weird to hear otherwise. It was strange to think that he might have similar reservations to me. “I’ve only ever had women interested in my money, and it’s difficult to imagine that anyone would like me for anything other than that.”

  It hit me then how much we had in common, despite our very different backgrounds. We both had walls up, and we both had experienced pain from others. I could see now that it wasn’t just me that needed to be healed – it was him too. This made me feel a deeper, stronger bond between us. I wanted to be able to help him as he did me, I wanted us to be the light at the end of each other’s tunnels.

  Sure, it might make me crazy to be thinking like that so soon, but there was something between us. I just knew it.

  “I like you for you,” I told him, repeating his words back at me. “You’re kind and sweet, and I would like you no matter what. Even if you had nothing, and you lived in a cardboard box, I would still like you.” I smiled brightly at him, hoping that he would see how serious I was, but he didn’t laugh like I expected him to.

  Emotions crossed his face. Before it could overcome me, he started to kiss me once more in a way that was much steamier and definitely leading somewhere! Okay that was good, he was still happy to be with me, and that was just what I wanted.

  “Do you want to do this?” he whispered to confirm that I was definitely on board, and I nodded confidently as a reply. I was aching for him, my body warm all over, if I didn’t get him soon I might just lose my mind. I needed him now, we’d waited for far too long. I couldn’t wait anymore.

  As if to prove my point, I arched my back and reached out for him, tugging him back to my lips, where we kissed some more.

  As soon as he confirmed that I wanted him for real, he started to trail his fingers up my legs, which caused an involuntary moan to escape past my lips. I was hornier than I’d ever been before, and that haze of lust had me acting a little like a sex goddess – it was crazy!

  As he started rubbing me through my panties with his fingertips, he sent a whole bunch of unexpected, wild sensations bursting right through me. The desire was overflowing now and if I didn’t claim him soon I wasn’t sure what it would do to me.

  I began panting wildly against his lips, showing him what he was doing to me. I wanted him to understand just how desperate I was for this to happen, so that he wouldn’t hold back, and eventually because of this I found my fingers unbuttoning his trousers. I wanted to get a feel of him.

  Once his thick length was between my fingers, I experimented with movements up and down his shaft, just to see what worked for him, and soon he was trembling with excitement above me. I was driving him wild, and I couldn’t believe it. I had this strong, powerful man a mess at my fingertips, and that made me feel absolutely amazing.

  “Stop,” he panted breathlessly. He sounded desperate, which was the only thing that made me comply. “Wait, I need to…”

  And then he pulled back and he tugged a condom from his pocket, looking a little awkward as he did. It was obvious that he hadn’t necessarily planned for this, but it was a good job that he had – we were going fast, but a surprise baby at this stage would have been too much!

  I ran my eyes all over his body, really seeing him for the very first time. It was clear from his muscular body and sculpted abs that he was a man who really looked after himself. He looked damn good. He was leagues above me, but that didn’t matter. It was me that he was here with, and that was all I focused on.

  “I need you naked,” Aaron suddenly growled excitedly into my ear, showing me that he was ready for me once more. He slid my underwear down my legs, leaving me exposed for him. I felt anxious as he looked me up and down, and even more so when he pulled my dress over my head, but the desire-filled look that he was giving me suggested that he still wanted me just as much as I did him. That made me feel sexy and thrilled all at once.

  I moaned happily, as his fingers edged closer to me. I was so hot and wet for him, and I couldn’t wait for him to see just what he was doing to me. He was sending my body into flames, and I needed him to know that.

  As his slipped his fingers in one by one, I allowed my head to roll back in ecstasy. It felt amazing, and I wanted it to go on and on. It had been such a long time since I’d felt so good that I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

  As I buckled and cried out with his expert touch, he started to place kisses over my breasts and slowly down my body. I didn’t really think about what he was doing, I was just lying there enjoying the sensations, so when his tongue darted inside of my entrance, I almost screamed with the weird and wonderful sensations that he sent flying through my body.

  “Does that feel good?” he asked, sounding pleased with himself. “Do you like that?” I couldn’t respond, even if he really needed an answer because he started to claim my clit with his mouth, driving me wild. I was breathless, unable to even think, never mind form a sentence, and that was all because of him.

  Just as the hot pool of bliss began to creep from my stomach and around the rest of my body, Aaron moved away leaving me close to exploding with pleasure.

  “No,” I whimpered sadly, frustration consuming me. “What are you doing to me?”

  I sat up, ready to really have it out with him, but then I saw that he was edging in towards me, ready to give me exactly what I’d been craving all night.

  “Lie back,” he commanded, pulling me closer to the edge of the table. “I need you in that position.” Then I felt him tentatively teasing my entrance, trying to see how much I could take. I tried to move towards him, to tell him that I was ready, but I found myself stuck in a position where he had total control over me.

  And I actually really liked that.

  For someone who had spent such a long period of my life feeling stuck, I shouldn’t have enjoyed it so much, but this was different, this was sexy and I was loving every damn second of it.

  After a moment, he edged in slowly, and I gasped his name in s
urprise. “Oh Aaron, that feels amazing.”

  As he thrust against me, the bliss started to spread, started to engulf me, and it wasn’t long before the waves of orgasm were crashing over me in a way that I’d never experienced before.

  “Oh my God,” I cried out as my body became his. “Aaron, that feels… it’s too…” but I was too breathless to say a normal sentence. I didn’t even know what I was trying to say which made it even more difficult to verbalize.

  Soon, we were both panting, giggling, with a slight awkwardness hanging in the air. Now that the haze of lust had gone, it felt a little weird lying here naked and exposed in front of a man I didn’t know too well.

  “Do you want to stay the night?” he asked, and I nodded happily. I wasn’t ready to leave just yet. Not when I finally felt connected to someone for the first time in a very long time. He held his hand out to me. “Come on. I’ll get you something to wear to bed. We can go and watch TV in my room.”

  Which sounded like the best offer I’d had in a very long time.

  ***

  Aaron

  I barely slept all night because I couldn’t stop staring at the beauty in my bed. Even as she slept she was the most gorgeous face that I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have her with me. Chantelle was amazing, and I never wanted her to leave.

  Sure her revelation about her past had been a bit of a shock, as I was sure mine was to her, but I was pretty certain that we could both work through it. I felt like we could heal each other, to make each other whole once more, and I couldn’t wait to get that opportunity to do that. Last night didn’t feel like a one night stand, I felt like it was going to be the start of something new, something amazing.

  As she stirred, eventually waking up, I shot her a bright smile. “Good morning, beautiful.” I placed my hands on both of her cheeks, as if trying to flow my love into her. “How are you feeling this morning?”