I took another sip of my drink, and traced a finger over the brim of the cup. I turned my head to the window, and saw Wendy's Toyota drive off, permanently. The house felt empty without her, but I'm not sure if I like it better this way. She was my girlfriend of two years, and one tearful fight (on her end, at least) after another, she decided she'd had enough and left.
I suddenly realized I had drained my sizable glass, so I stood up and poured myself another bourbon. I took a long gulp, my throat burning. Wendy was a fitness nut, and refused to drink anything besides water or an appetite-curving shake. I'd definitely say she was hot, tall, and bone thin. She was flat chested, but I didn't mind. Anyways, it's hard not to miss her when I'm sitting alone on a Saturday night.
In the middle of all my self-pitying, that's when I heard the noise.
It sounded far, but it was getting louder. Like the engines of a jet plane, and wind. I hesitantly stood up, and felt the ground shake below me. I was already starting to panic, but once the ground settled I rushed outside to see what was going on. In the middle of my backyard, I saw a round metal tube, dented a bit at the ends.
I glanced back at the sky, and tip-toed over to the cylinder. On the top side, it was covered in what looked to be a language, but not one I'd ever seen before, like a mix of Mandarin Chinese and Arabic. Next to the writing, there was a hatch I could make out, despite the dark. I opened the trap door, and saw what looked to be a sleeping figure. My fear just increased. I unbuckled the figure, and picked it up, one arm under the knees and the other cradling the head. What the hell was this?
I was surprised how light it was, like it weighed nothing. I brushed off that thought and brought it inside, and laid him or her on the couch, keeping a firm hand on their leg.
Definitely a her.
The first thing I noticed was her chest, the biggest I'd seen. Of course, I've seen F cups before, but they seemed to sag. Hers were high on her chest, and looked as perky and bouncy as B cups, even though they looked to be in the range of L or N. They didn't look like they followed the laws of gravity, like beach balls. She was clad in a tight blue uniform, like what pilots wear, which I noticed must have been custom-made. Her stomach was obviously flat, and her waist tiny. She was short too, around 4'11. I could feel my pants tightening around my cock. I had no idea I liked big tits this much.
She still had a helmet on, but I heard her grunt and shake awake, and her tits gave a little jolt, nearly touching me from a few feet away. Her voice was slightly muffled. "Greetings."
"What's your name?" I asked, breathless. Government agent, maybe?
"I am Me'alani, from the planet Jequen. My craft crashed, I ran out of fuel," She answered. An alien? This was too fucking weird. "Please, can you take off my helmet?"
"How do you speak English? Are you... Human?" I demanded. I had to ask that before I could see if her face was as extraordinary as what I'd already seen.
"Most of my people speak English, we have observed your planet for some time. And no, I am not Human, but I wish to know about your culture and practices. Please, can you remove my helmet?" She asked.
"Alright..." I nervously reached for the helmet, and unfastened it. This had to be a joke, I swear, Chris Harrison was probably going to jump out at me. I pulled off the helmet. What I saw was a flawless face, and a pair of leaf-green eyes, with skin that was as blue as the late afternoon New Mexico sky. Her long, soft, fire engine red curls looked like they were floating, spiraling off in every direction. In short, she's a knockout. I was too amazed for a moment to realize that she wasn't touching the ground.
The alien was floating! "Hey, you're not touching the ground!" I sputtered.
"Earth's gravity is not strong enough for my cell structure," She considered. That explained most of it. "Can you assist me? I am tasked with learning about human culture, is there an official you can direct me to, or is it not your jurisdiction?"
My mind blanked. She's never been on Earth before, and the world would go bonkers if they knew. I'm a Human, I could always show her human culture, right? If she stays here with me...
"It's your lucky day, I'm just the perfect person to see. I'm the... Human cultural professor, yeah, Human cultural professor."
"That's perfect! Could we begin soon?"
"Oh yeah, we can start. First, you can't leave this building, unless I'm going with you. And second, you have to trust me, and do what I say. In exchange, I'll teach you." I smiled. I took her hand, and pulled her over to my room, watching her tits bounce along with her. "Are you wearing a uniform?"
