Kerry dropped the mother of all knock back lines.
I have heard a lot of knock back lines in the short time since I discovered that playing with girls is more fun than breaking things, you know bikes, arms etc trying to copy the extreme sports lunatics. Just to prove it I have listed some, along with the sort of smart ass answer I would come out with that usually made sure I wasn't getting any – sometimes I just can't hold my tongue.
I don't want to risk getting pregnant. Don't worry about that I have low fat sperm.
I don't want to spoil a good friendship. How good is the friendship if you won't fuck?
We are too young. Maybe; but add our ages and you get an adult and a bit.
It's the wrong time of the month. That rules out one of three choices.
I'm not ready for that sort of relationship. Coming, ready or not.
Not before we are married. We were married in our last lives, don't you remember?
I've got a sexually transmitted disease. It's not fatal yet they may discover a cure.
You might have a sexually transmitted disease. It's only my mowf wats effectid.
I'm going to be a nun and God won't let me. I'm God; it's OK this time.
It's too cold. I'll just stick in this thermometer and check.
Someone might see us. Not under my blanket of invisibility.
My brothers would skin you. Great, that way you get a trophy and I get mounted.
I'm not that sort of girl. Fine roll over and we'll do it the other way.
Not in a Chevy, I need a Cadillac. But I've got the biggest hood ornament.
I have a headache. It's not your head I'm interested in.
A Virgo should never have sex with a Taurus. It's OK when penis is rising.
I'm your sister. Oh shit, have I drunk that much?
My boyfriend would kill you. No problem, I've given you a false name anyway.
I'm pregnant and you could hurt the baby. Great a fuck and a blow job at once.
But Kerry floored me; I had no quick comeback to her knock back. What do you say when after three months of dating you finally get your hand under her skirt and she says, "We can't, I'm an alien and our bits don't match."
I just sat there with my mouth open going, "Da da urg what?"
"I'm sorry Dan, I really want to but it just wouldn't fit."
"Kerry, this is not funny, I've got a cock the size of the bloody statue of liberty and you..."
"Dan," she said softly, "I'm not joking and please don't swear."
That was the hardest thing to get used to with Kerry. Damn was a swear word and anything worse had her literally in tears.
I found that out the day we met. With a bang. I was running to get to my lecture and she was running to get to hers when our paths crossed. The first thing I knew was I was on the ground books everywhere and the bad wrist from my most recent injury was feeling broken again.
"Shit, shit, fuck."
"No," sobbed the girl who had fallen next to me, "don't swear please." She was serious. How do you break your wrist and not swear?
"Damn, damn, damn." I groaned.
"I'll take it that your name is Dan," she said, "I'm Kerry, and I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"
"I think my wrist is broken again," I said through gritted teeth.
"Let me look," she said, and grabbed my arm.
"Oh shit," the pain got worse, "Oh fuck that hurts," the pain increased again.
"Don't swear and it will be better," Kerry said, all of a sudden crying again. "Try to find something to laugh about."
"Let's see," I groaned, "my wrist is broken, I'm late for an important lecture, my books are covered in mud, I'm covered in mud, well at least it will be good for my complexion."
Kerry suddenly laughed and as she did the pain reduced. "That's better," she said, "can you feel it working? Tell me a joke."
"That's amazing," I said, "how do you do that?"
"Never underestimate the power of laughter," said Kerry. "Come on, tell me your best joke without swearing."
I was still in pain and it is pretty hard to think, so all I came up with was, "What do you call an adolescent rabbit?"
"Don't know, tell me," said Kerry smiling.
"A pubic hare."
Kerry cracked up. "Is that your best?" she asked, "I'd hate to hear your worst."
We sat there in the mud laughing like kids and the more we laughed the better the wrist got. I eventually felt the pain recede enough to take a good look at Kerry and this was certainly not a chore. She had delicate features with a pageboy bob in her short red hair, hazel eyes and freckles on her face. Just watching her laugh was a glorious experience so that's what I did. All the old, bad jokes made her happy.
"Why did the bald man paint rabbits on his head?"
"Don't know, why?"
"Because from a distance they look like hares."
We sat in the mud, me telling jokes and watching Kerry laugh. By this time there was no pain in my wrist at all but she was still holding it with amazing warmth coming through her fingers into my skin.
"How did you do that?" I asked. "Are you a witch?"
"Let's see," she said and wriggled her nose in a very "Bewitched" way. "No, nothing happened."
"My heart." I cried, "It's disappeared into you."
We laughed some more ignoring the people walking past shaking their heads at the two of us sitting in a puddle. I'm not sure how it happened but we ended up singing that hippo song "mud, mud glorious mud" just laughing our heads off.
Then I leaned over and kissed her cheek and Kerry said, "Steady on mister, you can only knock me off my feet once in a day," and we laughed some more.
We finally got up and picked up our books. Kerry was wearing a floppy sweater and jeans that were covered in mud. We looked at each other and giggled more.
"How about a coffee?" I asked.
"I have to get changed first," Kerry replied shyly.
"Then later. Maybe dinner," I said on impulse.
"Dan," she said, "I'd love to have dinner with you but there are rules."
"Rules?"
"Yes rules," said Kerry, "I cannot stand swearing."
"Fine," I said.
"If you ever tell me a lie I will know."
"Fine," I said again.
"We go slow, I've been hurt before," she said quietly.
"The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you," I said, and I meant it.
"Good, back here at six then," said Kerry. Then she spun around and walked away.
Kerry leaving then was like the sun going down after a perfect day. But we still had a date for dinner.
Anyway back to the story.
Here we are at the drive-in under a blanket half watching the show. We would kiss sometimes but Kerry never used her tongue so this was kind of dull. That night, as I had a couple of times before I got my hand in her top playing with the most perfect pair of tits ever. I had found out by this time that tits and cock etc were acceptable words to Kerry if used to describe the actual articles. What articles Kerry had, 36 C cup although a bra was a very rare sight near them. They seemed to defy gravity pointing cheerfully up and the nipples poked out a good half-inch when she was excited. Like she was right then. We played for some time while my cock tried to undo my zip from the inside. Well it certainly was pushing hard enough to break out anyway. That's when my hand went down to her skirt and she dropped that amazing line.
"I'm sorry," I said, "can you run that past me again."
"Dan, I love you," Kerry whispered quietly, "and I finally just have to tell you I am not human."
She was very distressed but Kerry had never told me a lie so I was not sure what to say or do. I eventually settled for, "Kerry, start at the beginning and tell me."
"I was not born on Earth," she said, "but I was one of two aliens sent here to see if we could breed with humans. Our race is dying because the machines that help us replicate are failing and no one understands how they work. We stopped breeding naturally so far back that we do not know how to do it any more either, and all the males are sterile because of the replication machines.
"Unfortunately when we got here Sali, the older girl, was in too much of a hurry and kidnapped the first male we found and told him she was going to mate with him. He had no problem with that because she was beautiful and I was sent out of the room. I have no idea how she managed to fit around him because it is just not possible but she did and then he must have sworn or done something to upset her because as far as I could work out she closed around him so tightly his cock exploded. I heard screaming then a shot and when I came in Sali was dead with some flesh hanging out of her and he was holding a gun but had died of shock after she ripped that bit off him. We can heal the living, like I did with your wrist but the dead are gone."
"Kerry, you must be joking," I said, wondering what the truth really was.
She sighed, "Dan, I know this is hard to believe but I can prove it. You are the only person I have ever told and I have only done that because I really care for you."
"I just don't know what to think."
"Dan, I want you to promise me you won't say anything for ten minutes and I will prove what I am saying is true," Kerry said and then she begged me, "Please promise me."
"All right, I promise."
Kerry smiled that sunshine smile of hers and said, "You won't regret that," she reached down to my jeans and rubbed my bulge gently. "You often complain that I don't use my tongue when we kiss," she said while she slowly lowered my zip and undid my belt and my jeans, "I have not used my tongue because it is so different to human tongues and you would have known something was wrong." She pulled my underwear off my stiffening cock exposing it to her for the first time and then she softly blew on the head.
"I uh..." I moaned.
"Shhh, you promised," she said.
Then her lips went around me and she slowly took my eight inches into her mouth. I had once found a girl who could deep throat me, and what an amazing night that was, but Kerry was totally different. She just took me all the way to the balls and when I was completely in she continued breathing as normal and her mouth started rubbing up and down my cock. She was applying suction at the same time and I felt like I was in a milking machine or something. I never have tried a milking machine, I wonder...?