I only ever had one true friend, and he was the one who brought me happiness for years to come-but not how you'd expect.
A bit about me before I get to this story though: My name is Lillian (Lily for short) and I am a nerd. I am a nerd and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I always preferred studying to going out and getting drunk with other girls. I never went outside often, I only met Aaron a few years after starting high school. He sympathized with my story, and he became my only real friend in the world. He had other mates of course but I never found myself able to talk around them because they were all guys.
Aaron calls me "the red head Katy Perry" which isn't an inaccurate description, all things considered. I have bright ginger hair that I never let past my chin, I do have big breasts (28D) for someone quite small (5ft 6) and I love dressing up in the kind of outfits you'd find at Disneyland. This makes me a natural cosplay lover and Aaron loves cosplay as much as I do (almost). I have plenty of curves and an ass as big as my tits but I am not what you'd call fit for modelling. My face isn't filled with Botox or anything else, nor is any other part of my body-I am 100% natural.
Aaron, the man who I gave my virginity to (on my 19th birthday), isn't a red head-he's a blond. He seemed to have a way with women, it was something about him that women-not just me-found irresistible. I could never put my finger on it before but I know now. He was quite well built (and well endowed) but he was always gentle when we made love. He seemed to know what I wanted from him in bed without even my telling him. He was never my boyfriend-we agreed to be lovers when we both happened to be single, but we were never a couple. He was one of those people who let nothing get in the way of his friends enjoyment-which is where this story starts.
Even for someone who friended me, he was very strange. Whenever we made love, he always thanked "The Master" when we'd finished. At first I thought it was something to add to the roleplay, but then I started getting suspicious about who this "Master" actually was. I asked him about it and he just shrugged, saying "I think you're imagining stuff".
5 years ago though, on my 25th birthday, he brought up who the Master was. During that time, he'd gotten a girlfriend who came out of his house once every month looking absolutely ecstatic. He revealed to me that he never had anything going on with her-"The Master" had. He had merely pretended to be her boyfriend to cover up her visits to his house. He asked me to come to his house the next night-that it was very important. I trusted him, enough to go, and I got my reward for my trust every month.
He looked dark, like he was fighting a battle with himself, when he opened the door for me. "Lily. Firstly, I'm sorry for lying when you asked about The Master." He started "I have to get two promises from you before I go any further: One, you won't tell anybody what you saw here tonight. Two: you won't interrupt me while I explain who The Master is." He had never sounded more serious in his life, and I knew that this was probably the most important thing in his whole life.
"You have them, Aaron, both of them." I replied, my eyes going round and fear fluttering in my stomach.
"Okay. The Master is an alien from deep space. He was sent here with a special purpose, and unless he fulfils that purpose at least once a month, he will die. His purpose isn't to impregnate as many women as possible-he can't impregnate any women. His creators found that not many women were achieving orgasm during sex, they created him to change that. His purpose is to make a woman have the orgasm of her life at least once a month. I found him when he landed, he told me everything about him, and I offered to help. I keep him in the basement, which is where my 'girlfriend' has been going for the past 4 years. He gives me a special pheromone in my sweat glands that women find irresistable-thats how I managed to reel them in so well."
My brain seemed to clog up with everything I'd just heard, but the look in his eyes told me that he was far from lying. All of a sudden, I noticed the pheromone signature that he had been given-it smelled wonderful, like nothing I had ever smelled before. It was a mix of all my favourite things from around the world at once-lavender, roses, mown grass and fresh paper.
"Aaron-why haven't you told me this before?" I asked.
