Saved by Sweet Alien Box Set (24 page)

- A Seven
Chapter Erotic Story

by 
Mia Perry © All
rights reserved.
This book is a work of
fiction.  Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely
coincidental.
Erotic, for adults, 18+ only

“Ryan, you
promised to wait.”  She teases.

“Yeah, I said ‘let’s eat first’.  Doing dishes is
not
eating, right?”  I wrap my hands around her body and kiss her hard.

How can I wait for one more second when my girl comes back,
AGAIN
?

What’s going on?

Read my story to see the excitement now!

Chapter
One

Chapter
Two

Chapter
Three

Chapter
Four

Chapter
Five

Chapter
Six

Chapter
Seven

Have you ever had sex with an alien girl?  Probably
not
,
huh?  Do you want to know how that feels?  You probably do,
yes
?

I know you are sticking out your tongue like my Golden
Retriever under the Arizona summer sunshine.  Fucking a green girl with huge,
bulging eyes can be extremely yucky, right?  You never know what’s going to
happen.  But one thing for sure is you’re going to get green juice all over
your body.

What if I tell you my alien girl is prettier than my real girl? 
What if I tell you I’ve stopped having sex with Earth girls after being in bed
with my alien girl? 

Everything began when I received that junk mail…

I check my email and see a title “Seex with An Alien Girl For
Free”.  Good grief, my junk mail filter is not working.  Shouldn’t any email with
that dirty word in the title be automatically sent to the Junk folder?

Okay,
Seex
is not the same as
Sex
.  But…
shouldn’t the mail filter smart enough to tell the sneaky trick a spammer is
playing? 

 Sex with an alien girl for free?
  What kind of alien
girl?  I see them on TV.  I know they are real.  But, I don’t think anyone has
had sex with one of those weird looking “girls”.   You are not going to fuck a
spider or python, right?

 I move my mouse to the Delete button then I stop.  Free? 
Hmmm, let me check it out…

I open the email and am attracted right away:

Dear horny friend,

Do you have a dream girl you always wanted to have sex
with but never had a chance?  Now you can turn your dream into exciting nights,
absolutely FREE.

Wow… I’m not sure if I’m a “horny friend”, but I can assure
you, my dick can turn rock-hard horny in less than five seconds.  I’m not that
“friendly” either.  My job is to turn those hot chicks into a moaning machine. 
When I move, I move hard.  Very hard.

What that junk mail promises is to “deliver the girl of your
dreams for a thirty Earth day ‘humanity sensation’.”  For exchange, they will
use the data collected from that thirty days for “science and social studies to
better understand the Earth man.”

Wow, this is a pretty exciting piece of “junk”, I will have
to say.

The email is quite long.  I spend almost an hour to
understand what this shit really means.  Basically, they are saying, “Okay, we
make a real girl from any DNA you give us.  You can fuck her or do whatever you
want to her but we own the data collected during that period.”

I can’t care less about the data.  Sure, by all means, as
long as you promise not to give away my visual images or personal information,
you can use the data the way you like.  You want to bring the girl back, too?  Fine. 
She is made by a factory anyway.  She is a robot, not a girl.  I don’t care.

I feel my cock is getting horny now.  Hmmm, fucking an alien
girl, huh?  Or an alien robot?  This is going to be
fun
.  Real fun.

Then my heart sinks.  I think about her.  I really miss her.

What I really want is to get my previous girl, Stacey,
back.  She left me suddenly because of a car accident.  This is going to be a
great opportunity to get together with her.  Thirty days is not a long time.
But for me, every second with her will be so invaluable.

As for giving her back?  I’m not sure if I want to do that,
even though she’s only a robot.  But this is the best I can get.  So, why not
give it a try?

I check the website carefully.  The program is sponsored by
a well-known medicine manufacturer of generic Viagra.  Now I’m sure this is not
a scam.  I have nothing to lose anyway because it doesn’t require a credit card
to register.

The registration process takes forever.  By the time I press
the
Submit
button, it’s almost midnight.  Phew… what asshole designed
this stupid registration form?

The next day, I FedEx them Stacey’s scarf. 

I wait for one week, checking my emails several times a day,
but see no response.  Then the second and third week crawl by.  After five
weeks, I totally forget about this silly alien girl thing.

I open my mailbox and see an email title: Alien Girl
Program: Congratulations.

Wow… now this is exciting.  Did they say “congratulations”? 
Yes, they did.  That means I have been selected as a participant.  How lucky am
I? 

Then what? Are they going to FedEx me a Stacey who can
actually talk?

I open the mail.  “Stacey!”  I almost scream.  My Stacey is
back. She. Is. Back!  She looks exactly the same as she was with me.  In fact,
she looks much prettier.  Tiny pimples disappeared completely.  Her lips are so
much fuller and sexier.  Her eyes, too.  Man, I really want to know what’s
hiding behind those pretty baby-blues.

“Stacey, talk to me.”  I whisper.  “How’s everything?  Are
you happy?”

She smiles at me but doesn’t say a single word.  I don’t
blame her.  I know this is only a photo but I do want to see her right away.

I see a line that says:
Book your appointment to chat
with your girl, click the link below to begin.
  Wow, my heart races like a
million horses galloping.  I click the link right away. 

It’s a simple form.  I put in my available time frames in
Earth time.  I make it six thirty to two, Monday to Friday, and all the day
available for the weekends. 

The form gives me the option to enter a short message.  I think…
I have so many things I want to tell Stacey.  Finally, I enter “Love you.”

“Ryan, you okay?”  My boss, Ashton, looks at me. “Maybe you
should take a day off.”

“Thank you, Ashton.”  I smile.  “I’m fine.”

Yeah, fine. I mean, physically.  But mentally, I’m totally
disabled.  I think of Stacey no matter where I go and what I do.  I want to see
her
now
.

I rush home and turn on my computer right away.  I click the
link and go to the chat room.  There is no message.

I feel so hungry and tired.  I drag my body into the kitchen
and pull out a pizza from the freezer.  I toss the pizza into the oven and turn
it on.

“Ding…”  Wow… this is quick.  It’s not even half a minute
yet.  I open the oven.  It’s not hot at all.  “Why does it ‘ding’ when the
pizza is far from ready?”

“Ding…” I hear the sound again.  This time I know where it’s
from—my computer.

I rush to my computer and see a flashing message:
Stacey
has invited you to a conversation.
  Two options are available below: Accept
and Reject.

My hand is shaking.  I click
Accept
right away.  I
see some random lines and dots, all in black and white, like the old-time TV.  After
a long while, it turns all blank.

What’s going on?  Is my wireless connection gone?

I turn to check the connection.  I see blue and green
lights.  The wireless router is working fine.  “Ryan.”  I hear a familiar
voice.  I turn to the computer and see Stacey right away.

She is smiling at me.  She looks so real.  Yes.  She
is
real because she is moving.  “Ryan, do you miss me?”

Do I miss you?  I can’t tell you now because I feel a huge
lump is blocking my throat.  I can’t talk.  I can’t see you either.  I try to
hold my tears.  But… they run down my cheeks.

“Ryan?”  Stacey whispers.

I wipe my tears with my hand.  “Sta…cey, you…’re… are… back.” 
I stumble on my words. 

“Silly, Ryan, I never left.”  She smiles sweetly.  “I’m
always with you.”

“But I didn’t see you.”  I sob.  I know it’s crazy.  A guy
should be strong.  He shouldn’t cry.  But, I can’t control myself now.  I’m not
only happy, extremely happy but I’m also scared, horribly scared.  I fear
Stacey may disappear again at any moment and won’t come back.

“Now you do.”  She smiles.  “Do I look good?”

“You’re so beautiful.”  I look into her eyes.

“See, all my pimples are gone.”  She turns a bit and checks
her face carefully.  I know she can see her own image on the screen.  She
pushes her hair up with both hands and makes it fluffy.  “You like my hair?” 
Her smile is so sweet.

“I like your everything, Stacey.” I murmur.  “Are you coming
back?”

“Yup.” She smiles.  “I’ll take the next spaceship.”

“When are you going to get here?”

“Hmmm…” She thinks for a while.  “I believe they said next
Wednesday.”  She stops for a moment and then says, “But we may be delayed a
bit.”

“Why?” My heart sinks.

“They said the black hole X908W is very unstable.”  She
looks a bit worried.

“Can’t you stay away from it?”  I ask.

“Oh, that will take too long.”  She smiles.  “Hey, Ryan,
we’ll go and get some banana loaf cake, okay?”

“Sure.”  Yeah, that and cheese cakes, all kinds.  She
loves
them.

I stare at the ceiling.  I can’t go to sleep at all.  That’s
her.  I’m one hundred percent sure.  She is coming back alive! 

Is she a factory made robot with Stacey’s DNA?  I don’t
care.  All I care about is that she’s my girl.  She knows me and loves me.  She
knows everything about our life.  Nothing big.  But every tiny fact is
important for us. 

I remember my old Stacey.  The Earth girl I loved with all
my life.  She was complaining big time. 

“Ryan, this silly ‘guaranteed acne treatment’ is not working
at all.  It’s a rip off.”  She looks into the mirror.  “Why do I still have pimples? 
I’m no longer a teenager.” 

“Stacey, that means you are
young
.  Old people don’t
get pimples.  They get wrinkles.”  I try to comfort her.

“Are you telling me I’m going to get wrinkles one day?”  She
sounds so unhappy but her smile is so warm.  She hits me with her tiny fist but
I feel like she is teasing me to strip her.