Baby Butterfly Kisses (Purple People Book 3)

by Rena Marks

Her sisters pounced upon her as soon as she shut the door. “What’s going on? Were you with Rojan?”

  “I have plenty to share,” Joy said. “Please, let’s sit down and go about this civilly.”

  “I just made tea. Let me get it. Joy, here is a magic marker, if you’d care to draw on the wall so we understand the lesson this time,” Molli said.

  “Excellent idea. Does it come off the wall?”

  “Yes, I believe so. The humans use it in the classroom. They have a special board to write on, but that’s only because they want a white backdrop instead of the colored walls they use. Luckily, our walls are already white.”

  Yes, perhaps that was why they weren’t quite getting the gist of what Jannie was saying. None of them ever had the lessons written out.

  Once they were all settled, her sisters sat eagerly on the sofa, straight backs, leaning forward like they didn’t want to miss a word.

  “We have an STD. All of us. Not just Virginia from the itching.”

  It was a little funny to watch three sets of wide eyes blink. She turned and drew a picture of a bug on the wall behind her.

  “This is a crotch bug.”

  She drew a sexy little moustache on the bug for effect. The moustache wasn’t bad at all. She extended it out, curling the edges even longer, so eventually they resembled handlebars. She tilted her head to the side. Yep, he was a sexy looking bug all right.

  “I don’t understand,” Virginia said in her breathy voice. “Isn’t that why I shaved? And Anita was right. It’s deliciously smooth, and deliciously naughty at the same time…”

  “Yes. So you rid yourself of the original STD bugs. But this crotch bug is another disease. Deadly.”

  “I still don’t understand,” Tris said. “Explain the STD again and what it has to do with your insect.”

  “An STD is a bug.” She knew her voice sounded dramatic with her tone of finality. “We’re sick, ladies. Whether or not we die is up to us.”

  Virginia clutched her throat. “We’re dying?”

  Joy nodded sadly. “Every day. I believe the humans were too kind to worry us.”

  “That’s why they look at us funny,” Molli said.

  “Those poor, brave souls,” Tris said. “They’re probably planning right now what kind of funeral to have for us.”

  “I wouldn’t mind having that six-legged man from the zoo planet rock my funeral,” Virginia said. “He did an excellent job at Mother Pariah’s wedding.”

  “He was rather good, wasn’t he?” Molli nodded. “And all those arms. I wonder what it would feel like to have a hand on you at all times?”

  “Interesting, for sure,” Tris said.

  And just like that, her attention deficient sisters wandered.

  “Ladies! Attention, please.” Joy picked up a long feather duster and tapped it against the bug on the wall. “We control our own destiny, remember? We decided this when we chose to stay on Hesprii instead of returning to Quakestrarian to be Puritan brides.”

  “Oh, that’s right.” Virginia nodded.

  “Sorry. Please do go on,” Molli said.

  Tris smiled demurely.

  “Anyway, according to Jannie, our STD…”

  “Does it have a name, Joy? Our STD?” Tris interrupted.

  “Yes,” she all but snarled. “I was getting to that.”

  “Sorry!” Tris said, giggling. “Please, go on.”

  “Our STD is called virginity. And ladies,”—she cleared her throat—“according to Jannie, virginity is curable. Remember those words. We shall cure this and persevere because we are strong, beautiful women!”

  “It is curable? Thank the heavens. I don’t want to be cursed with the STD my whole life!” Virginia exclaimed.

  “Oh, we won’t be,” Joy assured her. “We will be flirting with Echo Nine until they cure it for us. I have already informed Rojan that I wish to dally with him between the sheets, and we know that your men are also interested. Especially Baub, since he had his tongue nestled between Virginia’s thighs…”

  “But Joy,” Molli said. “Didn’t we already know we were virgins?”

  “Yes! That’s the point. We were constantly referred to as virgins, but none of us were aware that virginity was the disease we were dying from. A curable disease! We shall be forever grateful to these dear humans for curing it.”

  “So this time did you find out how to actually lose it?” Virginia asked. “Since the blow-job didn’t work.”

  “Yes,” Joy said proudly. “I did. Ladies, we have to have an orgasm. And the man has to have an orgasm.”

  “What is it?”

  “A culmination of feelings so intense they explode like fireworks in your lady parts. Jannie of Arc assured me they do not hurt but feel incredibly wonderful and that orgasms are quite addicting. Oh, the best part?”

  She turned and drew a cock on the wall. It looked just like the dildo they each owned, only much, much bigger. After all, now she knew what a man’s cock really looked like. She drew the tiny, swirly veins carefully. When she had their undivided attention, she drew a shower of spray and droplets erupting from the eye of the cock, vomiting across the entire wall, even engulfing the crotch-bug of virginity.

  “The man spews a liquid called cum during his orgasm,” she announced with glee. She was such a good teacher. “It vomits all over your virginity bug, killing it forever with its poisonous spew.” She drew the bug flat on its back, with the legs up in the air. “Voilà!”

  “I came so close,” Virginia groaned. “When I finally pushed Baub’s head out from between my legs, he was extremely uncomfortable. I noticed his lap was wet. He had an orgasm in his pants!”

  “So sad,” Joy said. “If you’d have had one too, that liquid would have killed your bug. Hence why Marcie said we had to be naked to lose our virginity.”

  Molli smacked her head. “It makes so much sense now.”

  “And for the best part of the lesson,” Joy said, slapping the marker down on the coffee table. “We’re all losing our bugs at the same time. Tomorrow, I think. Echo Nine has invited us on a space trip to view the stars. Well, technically, Rojan invited me so we could have uninterrupted sex time, but he knew I wouldn’t want to leave my sisters behind, so you shall also come along to diddle the crew.”

  “We will?” Virginia squealed, standing so quickly she nearly dumped the coffee table over. “We must go find our sexiest outfits to pack our bags! Seduction is in order.”

  * * * * *

  “Looks like they made it all right,” Hekek said. “You’re sure Chautles said the Quakers are landing tomorrow to inspect the planet themselves?”

  “Yes. We’ll be gone with the females before they ever land and expose everyone to their obnoxious attitudes.” He snorted. “They want every woman lined up for inspection. Naked.”

  “That’s not going to go over well with our brethren.” Hekek actually smiled.

  “I almost had a heart attack when Jannie told Jo that she wanted to talk to her before the trip. Jo never caught on that Jannie knew, though. How could I explain to her that we want them off the planet while those little men visit?”

  “You’re lucky she didn’t notice,” Hekek said. “What are they doing in there?”

  “Looks like it’s breaking up. They’re heading back toward the bedrooms. Let’s sneak onto the porch and see what they drew.”

  Both men snuck up to the front porch and peered into the living room window of the cabin. “Crazy humans. She just used magic marker on the walls! Hey, is that a cock?” Hekek asked. “Peeing on another man?”

  “I don’t think it’s a man.” Rojan scratched his head. “He appears to have four legs.”

  “Look at that fancy moustache. It’s a man, all right. But I’m not sure why your girlfriend is into men peeing on other men. She sucks as an artist.”

  “It’s not a man,” Rojan ground out. “Perhaps she does suck as an artist.”

  Because he honestly had no idea what the woman was edu
cating her sisters about.

  His phone vibrated in his pocket.

  Hi, baby. I just want to make sure this device works.

  Hello, my love. It is working.

  Oh! How exciting. I can hardly wait for our mutual orgasms tomorrow.

  He didn’t quite know what to say to that phrasing. It must be a human thing. So he responded simply.

  Me, too.

  * * * * *

  He waited until he was alone in his quarters—without the nosy Hekek trying to read over his shoulder—before texting her again.

  Baby, do we really need to wait until tomorrow?

  What do you mean?

  Surely a worldly woman like Josie was simply playing coy? She must know they were talking of mutual orgasms. After all, she had been the one to mention it earlier.

  Well, what are you wearing?

  I am in bed right already, hoping the morning rushes in sooner. So I wear nothing.

  He thought his heart would stop at the image her words conjured.

  Nothing at all?

  No. The nights get quite warm here. I feel the area between my thighs dampen when I sleep.

  If he were speaking to her instead of texting, he was sure his voice would sound strangled. She was too good at this, while he was but a novice. He was lucky to have her, that was for sure.

  Is it damp right now?

  Hold on. I will check. Yes, apparently this is another warm night. Don’t you sleep naked?

  I am now, sweet cheeks.

  Oh, Rojan, I am so glad I was able to expand your horizons! Tell me, do you sleep on your back or your tummy?

  Right now I find I must lay on my back as I speak to you. Surely she teased. Of course his throbbing cock demanded freedom as it stood a full mast, aimed toward the ceiling. He couldn’t sleep on his belly if he tried.

  Yes, I am flat on my back also. But once in a while, I find it rather satisfying on my stomach.

  He groaned at the thought. He’d get to take her on her stomach and on her back? She was a wild, wild woman.

  Really? How about on your knees?

  She took a while to respond back.

  I guess. Eventually I imagine I’d yawn and topple over onto my side, though.

  Oh, side sex. One of his brothers had researched that position also. He loved that she was such a free spirit and so willing to try other positions.

  What’s your favorite position?

  I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been alone in a bed in a very long time. I find I enjoy taking space.

  Then think of tomorrow night. You’ll be in bed with me. How do you suppose it’ll be then?

  I’ll probably be spread-eagled.

  Great stars, he almost shot in his pants at the thought of her delectable body spread naked under him, over him, even draped on their sides.

  Do you like the dark or a low light on? He’d love to watch her body move on top of him.

  Unfamiliar places? Tomorrow night on your spaceship? Definitely a low light on. Just enough illumination to show the barest of outlines and shapes so I can make out exactly where everything is.

  He groaned out loud. Yes, me too.

  This female was absolute perfection.

  Hard or soft?

  Definitely hard. If it’s soft it’s rather a restless night, isn’t it?

  That was one way of putting it. Though, he would remember to start softly and allow his thrusting to get harder as the act wore on.

  I feel kind of sneaky…and naughty talking to you when no one knows.

  She was such a tease. And so good at the phone sex. He wasn’t far from erupting just from the image her words painted.

  That’s the point, sweet cheeks.

  You don’t understand. I could do this…All. Night. Long.

  You are a naughty one! Are you still touching yourself?

  Yes, I am still a bit sweaty. The area underneath my heavy breasts? As damp as between my legs. I simply must fling off the covers to spread out.

  Do it. I wish I was watching.

  How sweet you are. You watch over me always, Rojan.

  Sweet wasn’t the word he would use, but she was female and they did think differently. Perhaps he ought to let her know how close he was to spilling his seed.

  I am so close.

  Are you? I’ve kept you up late. Would you like me to let you settle down?

  No! Stay on the device. Talk to me, walk me through it.

  Of course I will. While you’re still on the texter, I’d like to ask you a question about earlier. Did you…um…happen to like the blow-job I gave you?

  That was it. That did him in. the thought of her face being that close to his cock, her warm lips over his sensitive cockhead…he erupted with a shout, spilling seed all over his hand.

  I mean, I would like to try it again. Get it right. Without interruption this time.

  His heart was racing. Baby, of course. We’ll do whatever you want. Are you about done too? I’m done. This time with you has been the fastest session ever.

  Very much so. I imagine I should close my eyes and get to sleep, so that the morning may come faster.

  Sleep? He laughed out loud. She was definitely teasing him, pretending she didn’t know they’d just had phone sex.

  Chapter Eleven

  Rojan:

  The suns were glorious, casting a lovely bluish glow against the pink clouds. Each morning a beautiful purple mist coated the grounds.

  There was nowhere as beautiful as this planet in the mornings.

  He and his men marched quickly to the small cabin beyond the edge of the woods, where four beautiful humans sat on their front porch with a small satchel each. He strode to his beautiful Jo and picked hers up, looping it over his shoulder. Then, he tilted her face up with a finger under her chin and bent his head to kiss her in the morning sunlight.

  She sighed sweetly.

  “Good morning,” he said.

  “A good morning indeed,” she agreed. “I’m excited to start the day.”

  He held out his arm. “Let the day begin.”

  Her hand curled around his arm and they began the trek back to his ship. Once on board, they settled the other ladies into their seatbelts where they could all see the glorious sunrise through the large viewing windows.

  But the view quickly changed as they shot up into space, becoming a dark, starry night instead.

  “Air pressure stabilized.”

  At the computerized voice’s notification, Rojan clicked off his seatbelt and rose. “Okay. Everyone is free to move about the ship.”

  Impatiently, he strode directly to Jo, who stared up at him with wide, green eyes. Carefully, he pushed the button that unlocked her belt. He took her hands, pulling her to her feet.

  “What are we doing now?” Virginia asked.

  Rojan picked up Jo at the waist and tossed her over his shoulder. “Whatever you want.” He really did not care about her sisters at this point.

  “What are you doing?” Jo screeched. Her fists beat his behind as he strode from the room. No matter. Gently, he used his large, warm palm to settle on the curves of her rear, massaging the firm globes gently with a long-overdue promise.

  He deposited her inside his room, and she swayed slightly. “I can’t believe you snatched me like that. In front of my sisters! In front of your men.”

  He grinned easily. “I want you, Jo. We’re finally alone. No purple babies to interrupt. No human cousins. No Freijian friends. For a planet that is sparsely populated, it’s nearly impossible to get alone time.”

  This beautiful creature looked up at him with large, surprised eyes. “Is this finally it, then?”

  She looked terrified. Of him? Why?

  Perhaps it was his size. She had gotten an eyeful of his cock yesterday. She had seemed so stunned she had simply stared at it in awe. Then she started to give him the much-revered blow job he’d heard about during tea, until they were interrupted by the fool Bajoc and Jo’s cousin.

 
“It is it,” he assured her. “We’ll take it as slow as you want to go.”

  She nodded. “As”—gulp—“experienced as I am, I wasn’t expecting it quite yet. I have to be in the right mental frame of mind, you know?”

  He hid his grin. “I know. But we don’t have to do anything out of the ordinary. We’ve kissed. We can do that. We can touch each other, hold each other while we gaze at the stars.” He pointed up.

  Her gaze swept upward and she gasped.

  His quarters were on the top floor of the ship. The entire ceiling was made of space-tempered glass, which could be blacked out to sleep. But for now, the beautiful starlit sky zoomed overhead.

  “Wow,” she whispered, swaying again.

  “Easy,” he laughed, taking her arm to still her. “Come sit down.”

  The seating area next to the mock fireplace had chairs for lounging about. During seasonal changes, he could change the setting to beach chairs. The squared-in area would fill with sand, and the fireplace would show a scene with a beautiful golden green sun and an ocean instead. Or he could adjust it to a snowfall against a window, and the fireplace would come back. There were various options he’d love to share with this woman.

  He just wished he could. No, his space vessel would be docked and he would be committed to the iron ores for the rest of his life. On the upside, he could make a healthy paycheck to send home to her, and he could visit once or even twice a year. If he worked hard.

  He pulled her down onto a wide lounge, right onto his lap. With the touch of a button, the seat cushioned them, the head leaning back and footrest extending forward. He could feel when her body relaxed against him.

  He pointed to a large star zooming by. “As soon as we get past that one, the ship is scheduled to slow. It will feel like we’re floating instead of flying.”

  “Do you do this a lot?” she asked. “I guess I thought a crew of bounty hunters was more bad-ass so your quarters would be more roughing it.”

  He laughed. “We are. But this ship is designed to keep you healthy. You get a view of the outdoors. This room is designed to expose you to different seasons. Even daylight can be simulated by magnifying the distance to a star—which will appear like a sunlit day inside your quarters.”

  “That’s amazing.”