Thank you for all the on-going feedback from the previous stories in this series. Hope you enjoy this next chapter. 5s and positive feedback are always appreciated. I also like the feedback that helps me improve my writing. I like to think I've improved as the series has progressed. Thank you those that have helped in that regard.
Also... sorry it's been a while... 5 years is a while, right?
Hopefully the extra long chapter will make up for the gap.
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It's been nearly a week since meeting Rachel and to say I was still acclimatising to living with a gorgeous, nympho, alien girlfriend would be the understatement of the year. Oh... yeah she moved in. Should have mentioned that before. Wasn't a difficult decision for either of us. My friends thought I was mental but then, they haven't met her so I've told them to reserve judgement.
I've started settling in at work where the job is concerned however, my new physique and senses are causing me some problems I've not previously encountered. I'm getting daily admiring looks and a number of flirtatious messages on my work's internal messaging system from female colleagues. On top of that, my improved hearing means I can hear them talking about me from the other end of the office, some of what is said is damn right XXX rated. I didn't think women went into that level of detail with work colleagues in real life, just in porn. I've heard at least two of them discussing how to get me drunk at the next office night out to see if they can make something happen. I've dropped Rachel's name and the word girlfriend into several conversations but they're just not taking the hint.
Rachel's not complaining though, it's her that gets her brains screwed out 3 times a night.
"You can fuck who you want you know" Rach said from across the room.
The words snapped me out of my thoughts. "What now?" I replied not really think I'd heard what she said.
"It's just sex. You can fuck who you want." She repeated as if she was reading a instructions for an IKEA bookcase. We were getting ready to go to the black-tie dinner her work was hosting for charity. I was busy putting on my new suit which some device of Rachel's had manufactured for me. It was a copy of a designer one off the web that retailed for about £4k. I felt like a fraud, but I looked like Brad fucking Pitt.
"What do you mean? Why would I want anyone else when I've got you?" I asked. Remembering the previous night's sexual escapades vividly.
"I mean I know you love me but my culture doesn't have the same taboos regarding polygamy as yours does. Neither do we have the same hang-ups regarding same gender relationships." She replied, at the same time finishing applying her makeup.
"Wait... Does that mean you want to sleep around too?" I asked sort of dreading the answer.
"My circumstances are a little difficult. Given what you experienced during our first time together I wouldn't risk sex with another of your gender. But another woman? Sure." She answered my next question before I'd finished forming the thought in my head. "And yes I'm sure you joining us would unlikely to be a problem, especially given your... upgraded physique." She added. "There is also the matter of our bond deepening over time. It should be possible for us feel whatever the other is feeling. I'm sure I'd enjoy riding around in your head while you're shagging some girl's brains out."
I put that last bit aside for a moment. "Have you got someone in mind for your extra-curricular romance or something?" I asked laughing lightly.
"There are a couple of women at work who I've caught admiring me yes. Luckily for you they're both bi." I got flashes of two women in lab coats as Rachel passed me a mental picture of them, both happened to be model level stunning.
"Now coming back to what you said about riding around in my head?"
"Basically, over time our bond will become strong enough that we can see through each other's eyes, communicate telepathically over infinite distances and even feel everything the other is feeling."
"Uh-huh. Sounds interesting." I responded, filing further questions away for later as I noticed the time and suggested we both went back to getting ready.
For her work do, Rachel had gone with a backless red number with a plunging front that wouldn't have looked out of place on a red carpet. She looked fantastic in it. But then in my eyes she'd look fantastic in a bin liner. Oh and to further challenge my self-control, she also wasn't wearing underwear - the dress was too tight fitting and wouldn't have hidden the lines. I wasn't going to complain, aside from it causing a certain part of my clothing to become tight fitting as a result.
She caught me gawping at her as she did the dress up and blushed demurely.
"Honestly James, the things going through your head right now." She said, smirking.
I just shrugged and grinned. "I'm only human love." I flashed an image in my mind to her of me pinning her up against the wall, her dress bunched around her waist as I penetrated from behind. She crossed the bedroom to where I was standing and embraced me, her lips finding mine urgently. My hands were just sliding down under her dress to grab her ass when my phone rang to say our taxi was here. We both sighed in frustration.
"You'll just have to keep it in your trousers for a couple of hours." She said patting my crotch and heading downstairs. "Though you're getting very adept at sending mental images and feelings to my mind." She added as she headed downstairs.
"Easier said than done given I've got to look at you all night." I grumbled, catching her up at the bottom of the stairs and grabbing her ass. She batted my hand away as we stepped out of the house and I locked up behind us.
The taxi ride to the venue was uneventful aside from me catching the taxi driver checking Rachel out more times than I can count. We arrived at the venue just in time to join the queue of people at the door. Rachel's company had hired out some big conference centre in town for the night. The whole thing. Who knew pharmaceuticals was the business to get into? Rach waved hi to a couple of people as we passed then we had to wait 45 mins to get checked in. Luckily it wasn't raining.
Rach pointed out a couple of her colleagues, including the ones she'd mentioned earlier. She also pointed out Steve, the guy who couldn't take the hint. All thee were much further forward in the queue. The girls I couldn't make out but Steve was much closer to us and had alpha male written all over him. Tall, well built, probably played sports in college and more importantly, probably bullied nerds like me his whole life. I felt my pulse quicken and my palms begin to sweat at the thought of meeting him.
Rach clearly sensed my apprehension as I heard her in my mind "Guys like that may have bullied you before but remember you're much stronger with my nanites in your system." I felt my pulse slow and grinned inwardly. She was right, I could probably throw him around like a rag doll if I wanted.
We reached the front of the line and it was at this point, when Rachel gave the bouncer our names, I realised it was the first time I'd heard her last name.
"Rachel Strange and James Smith" The doorman looked down his list and ticked us off before showing us in.
"Strange? That's the surname you went with out of all the surnames in history?" I asked smirking.
She hit me in the arm. "Yes it's like our own private joke. Stop smirking."
"Private joke? I don't get it."
"Strange is a synonym for alien." She replied, rolling her eyes.
"Oh yeah, hilarious." I responded sarcastically, grinning.
I felt Rach nudge me. "Brace yourself Steve is coming over." Indicating a crowd of people off to the left which Steve was emerging from.
I looked where she was looking and she was right. The sleaze was beelining straight towards us. His eyes were solely on her the whole way over, of course.
"Rachel, you look stunning." He said, taking a good long look at everything on show.
"Thank you. Oh Steve, you haven't met my boyfriend, have you? How silly of me. This is James." Indicating in my direction. "You know, the one I keep telling you about." She added pointedly.
I offered my hand and he took an age to turn away from ogling Rachel before he eventually clocked me. He grasped my hand, his eyes locking onto mine, attempting to stare me down. I felt his grip tighten as he tried to do the predictable thing and assert his dominance over what he saw as an inferior male by crushing his hand. Well, I thought, two can play that game and I matched his grip with interest. I watched the flicker of worry flit over his face as he realised he may have bitten off more than he could chew. I applied a little more pressure to make sure he got the message before releasing.
"Quite a grip your man has there." He gasped, shaking his hand at the wrist and trying to make a joke of it all.
"I've got no complaints about his grip Steve." Rachel replied with a smirk.
"You're a lucky man James." He conceded, seemingly thinking about another handshake but going for the shoulder tap instead as he passed me, presumably to lick his wounds. I looked around and noticed a couple of people had been watching the exchange with interest.
"That went better than I thought James. Well played."
"Figured it was the only way to handle it. Alpha guys like that only back down to a stronger Alpha."
"You're definitely that." She purred, pulling me into for a kiss. "I need a drink."
"Sounds like a plan." I took her hand and led her to the bar.
Now that my focus on what was in front of me, I could appreciate my wider surroundings a bit more. Dozens of tables were scattered across a large area in the middle with a stage and a mic setup at the front, Rach had said they were doing individual awards, among some other things. I could see each chair around each table had a different coloured ribbon for the different cancer charities; breast, prostate and lung were the only ones I recognised as I'd lost relatives to them then a thought occurred to me.
"Hey Rach. Your nanites protect me from diseases as well. Like cancer for example?"
"Yeah of course. With those things in your system you'll lead a long and disease free life."
"That's good. Loooong history of cancer in my family." I said. Suddenly feeling a bit maudlin.
