A VISIT FROM THE SEX GODDESS
EPILOGUE - Jennifer
A magical sex goddess has appeared to a man in his home. She can take the form of anyone he desires and place them in any setting desired. She has enabled him to keep his penis hard and to have unlimited orgasms. She services him to feed empathically on his sexual pleasure.
He has indulged just about every fantasy with her that he could think of, and is ready to call it a night.
The goddess sensed his feelings before he could speak them. "You believe you've had enough?"
"Yeah," he said. "This has been awesome, but it can't go on forever, and since you came to me I've had more than enough amazing sex for a lifetime. This is probably as good as it can get, so I should quit while it's still good."
"Why would it not be good?"
"
Anything
can become boring if you do it long enough without a break," he said. "Even amazing, mind-blowing sex like this. It's time to get back to my real life." He sighed. "I'll certainly never forget you. Will I ever see you again?"
"Probably not," she replied. "You gave me a lot. I mean a
lot
. I won't have to return to your world to feed again for at least half a century. But I won't forget you either. Most of my lovers didn't give me even half of what you did. My last one was only about fifteen years ago."
"Okay, so this is goodbye then." Though sexually well-satiated and wanting nothing more from her, he still felt a little wistful that she was about to leave him.
"I know," she said, picking up on his mood again. "During our experience together I've become attached to you, too. But if you don't want any more sex, I have no reason to stay."
They were back in his bedroom now, and he was sitting on the bed in the same place she had found him. She sat beside him and leaned in to kiss him once more. He leaned in himself, putting all the passion and longing he could muster into their farewell kiss.
Eventually it ended, and she smiled at him once more.
"Goodbye, lover, and thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied, and then he was alone.
The room was just as he had left it. The clock indicated that it was still the same time it had been when the goddess had first appeared.
He picked up the robe from the floor and put it back on; then he put away the towel, tablet, stand, lubricant, and bong. At the sideboard in the living room he poured three fingers of bourbon into a glass, sat down, and sipped at it for almost half an hour until it was gone. Then he went to bed.
* * *
The next day was Saturday, and he took his time making breakfast as his thoughts dwelt on the night before. How many hours - or possibly days - had passed in that magical span between a couple of seconds of this dimension's spacetime, during which he had been fucked and sucked by countless porn actors and
Playboy
models? At least a hundred subjective hours, he guessed, and that was a lowball estimate. Had that been, as he'd said, the best it was going to get? Was sex ruined for him now? Was he fated for nothing but disappointment after experiencing the idealized perfection of the sex goddess?
After spending so much time with an alien, he figured he needed to be around other humans tonight. He didn't think he was up to hanging with most of his guy friends, who would probably want to go to their local bar and pick up women. Maybe just Mark, or Paul, or both. Mark had a girlfriend he was committed to, and Paul was likewise attached with a boyfriend. They could get some beers together and just shoot the shit.
Or he could call Jennifer.
He had met Jennifer over ten months before at the public library, by the graphic novel shelves. He had just taken down a copy of
Persepolis
, while she had three volumes of
Unbeatable Squirrel Girl
in her hand. After approving each other's fine taste in comic books, they'd sat down together and begun to talk, exploring their mutual interests. Then he'd invited her to have lunch with him, and they'd gone to a nearby non-franchised burger joint to continue their conversation. She was an unapologetic nerd, a fan of comic books as well as science fiction novels, movies and TV shows, and Japanese RPG videogames.
She was also funny, charming, and whip-smart. Within a short time they'd become good friends and were getting together a few times a month. It had started with them going to movies together and getting food afterward; soon they were taking turns cooking dinner at home for each other. It was after one such meal at his place that she had first kissed him, as they sat on the couch binge-watching
The Legend of Korra
. Since then, while they hadn't had sex every time they got together, it had been more often than not.
Jennifer had straight medium brown hair streaked with blue and purple. It fell past her shoulders and framed her round, pretty face, which usually sported large eyeglasses. She was a couple of inches shorter than him, and chubby - he was partial to thick-bodied women, but Jennifer carried some extra mass beyond what he considered ideal. Still, she wasn't unattractive, and when she'd made the first move he'd responded with great gusto.
At her insistence they kept it casual, not like a dating couple. When they weren't fucking, Jennifer was just his cool best friend. She appeared to have thoroughly compartmentalized their friendship and their sex life, and he tried to do the same. The morning after their first time together, she had told him: "I like you a lot. Enough to share myself with you. But this was just sex. I'm not looking for a boyfriend right now, and I really like having you as a friend. So please don't make it weird, and we can keep doing it." That was all she would say on the matter, and he let it lie; he also valued her friendship too much to risk losing her. Plus, they
were
still fucking.
They didn't always fuck, though, and tonight that was fine with him. He just wanted to spend time with his friend.
She picked up after the second ring. "Hey."
"How are you?"
"Oh, I'm fine right now, but the day is still young"
