by Tasha Black
“What do you mean she can’t pay you?” Rocky asked, trying to follow.
Georgia turned to face him.
Rocky enjoyed looking into her eyes, even as he missed the warmth of her posterior.
“You really had no idea what was going on, huh?” Georgia asked him sympathetically.
“I am here to learn all I can of Earth and her culture. I am here to mate and rear young, to experience what it is to be human and have the privilege of describing it as best I can for my own people so that they may appreciate your culture, too,” he explained, wishing he didn’t have to leave out the most important reason he was here.
Maybe humans weren’t the only ones who were complicated.
“Well, I’m here for money,” Georgia said.
Bond sat in shocked silence for a moment. Then he ventured to speak.
“I thought you were here to help humans who had no eggs to make babies with,” Rocky said.
“Yes, I was here to do that for money,” Georgia said.
“You wanted money to share of your body?” Rocky asked.
He must have it wrong. Something about this was too similar to another concept that had to do with sexuality and payments.
“Well… when you put it that way, yes, I guess so,” she said. “It’s not that simple though, giving up eggs is painful and time-consuming. But the payment would have allowed me to pay for my education.”
“Is selling the use of your sex organs not degrading to women?” Rocky asked in a careful tone.
“What? Oh. No. Prostitution is selling the act of having sex. Egg donation is different,” she explained.
“I see,” Rocky said, though he wasn’t sure he did. “Do you often sell your eggs?”
“No,” Georgia told him. “This would have been the first time.”
“And it is painful?” he asked.
“So I’m told,” she replied, her brow furrowed.
“But the act of sex is not painful,” he said. “It is pleasurable.”
“Yes,” she agreed, looking a little embarrassed.
“I wonder why, then, it is not better to have sex for money,” Rocky suggested.
Georgia stared at him.
“I have said something wrong,” Rocky ventured, hoping she was not terribly offended.
“No, I just never thought of it that way. But the degradation has more to do with choice. Women who sell sex often have very little choice in the matter,” she said. “Whereas women who sell their eggs are usually in a position to decide they would like to do it.”
He nodded, but still didn’t really understand. He had found that sometimes, that was the best way to deal with confusing Earth concepts.
“It’s complicated,” she told him. “Do you need to understand it now?”
“No, I believe you,” he said.
She nodded.
“But you needed money to pay for school?” he asked. “You cannot learn without paying?”
“You can learn plenty of things without paying,” she explained. “But if you want to go to college and get a diploma - a paper that says you finished - you need money and plenty of it.”
“So you came here, to give your eggs to another woman in exchange for being able to learn,” he said.
“Yes, exactly,” she told him. “Lots of college students do this, and it helps the student and the woman who wants to be a mother.”
“But now there is no one to buy your eggs,” he said.
She shook her head.
“And you don’t wish to be mated with me,” he said. He didn’t feel sorry for himself, he was merely stating a fact.
“It’s nothing to do with you, it’s only that I want to have my own life. I don’t want to get married young like my mother did, and not have a career. You’re… wonderful,” she told him. “Most women would kill to be with you.”
“Why would they do this?” Rocky asked, shocked.
“Oh, I don’t mean they would actually kill. It’s an expression. I mean they would want very badly to mate with you.”
“Why?”
“Well, because you’re very attractive,” she said, allowing her hair to fall slightly in front of her face.
“What makes me attractive?” he asked, enjoying himself greatly.
But instead of answering, she scowled at him and leaned forward to smack him lightly on the shoulder, as if to chastise him for asking for compliments.
Quick as a thought, Rocky grasped her wrist and pulled her close.
“You do find me attractive,” he murmured against her lips.
Georgia didn’t pull away. He felt her pulse thrum in her wrist
“No, I don’t,” she whispered against his lips.
A lie.
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” he asked.
“No,” she whispered again without pulling away, her lips grazing his.
Rocky’s body was alive with excitement, but he restrained his instincts masterfully, and instead let go of her wrist.
Georgia stayed right where she was.
Rocky leaned forward further, but didn’t kiss her.
“Too bad,” he whispered into her hair. “I would love to kiss you, to taste you, to make you my mate.”
Rocky felt drunk on the scent of her hair and the warmth of her skin.
Georgia swooned against him. His words had moved her. He felt his lips pull into a cocky smile as one of her hands clutched his upper arm.
“Georgia,” a female voice called from the observatory.
No. No, no, no.
But Georgia moved away from him quickly, as if he were covered in poisonous thorns, and crossed the dock back to the grass.
Posey’s form was silhouetted by the moonlight.
“What are you doing out here?” Posey called to her friend.
“We were just talking,” Georgia called back.
Rocky stood and followed her.
“Oh,” Posey looked horrified. “I’m so sorry I interrupted. I just couldn’t find you and I got worried. You left your phone.”
“No, you’re right,” Georgia reassured her friend. “After what happened earlier, I should have thought to let someone know we were going for a walk.”
“Well, don’t come in because of me,” Posey said, clearly wanting Georgia and Rocky to have their private moment.
Rocky felt immediately grateful to her.
“No, no, we were just coming in, right, Rocky?”
“Yes,” he agreed.
She smiled gratefully at him.
When they got inside, the girls disappeared onto their floor.
Rocky continued down to the boys’ floor, lost in thought.
He had spent the better part of their time together trying to win Georgia over. But perhaps this was not the right approach.
Perhaps the right approach was to give her space and let her come to him.
If he could bear the wait.
His body still pounded with lust from the teasing touches she had allowed him.
Sleep would not return for him tonight.
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