"Splash" (closed)

[ToniTaylor]

"Splash"​

CLOSED

Toni emerged from cryogenic hibernation with a foggy brain and unsteady body. Her disorientation wasn't aided by the persistent, ear-splitting emergency claxon. Dressed still in only her paper privacy hibernation gown, she raced to the bridge. She entered to discover that the ship was just minutes from entering the atmosphere of an unidentified planet. The interstellar transport wasn't built for this. It would be torn into shreds. All aboard her would die.

She began the abandonment procedures. Luckily the ship's AI had already determined an imminent threat and had begun the procedure's initial steps. Ejecting the Hibernation Compartment thus became an easy, quick process of tapping a few screen icons, turning a key, and giving a command. Listening to the AI count down to separation, Toni raced for the Hiber-Comp to join her fellow crewmen. But the ship entered the upper reaches of the planet's atmosphere, jostling. The ship's AI was concerned more about the many, not the few, or one: it shut the pressure doors fearing a decompression event. The abandonment procedure was continued without the officer who had begun it being safe in the Hiber-Comp. With a jolt the explosive disconnects separated the shuttle from the greater ship.

Toni dropped to her knees, screaming out in panic and anger. Without her, Toni's crewmates would be unable to exit hibernation. Where ever they landed, they would certainly die. After a moment, she stood and rushed again to the bridge. The ship was trembling, then shaking, then threatening to tear itself apart. In a flash she programmed a ComPad to track the location of the Hiber-Comp. Toni ran for one of the small escape pods adjacent to the bridge. She attempted to buckle herself into the restraints as she gave more commands to the pod's own AI. But she was too slow: the pod shot away from the ship under the power of a single, short lived rocket. She was slammed against the interior wall.



When she regained consciousness, Toni gasped for air. The pod was filling with water. She panicked, of course: the waters of the lakes, seas, and ocean back home were poisoned, some of them to lethal levels. She curled into the fetal position, grabbed at something for support, and rolled herself over. She came up with her head in a larger space of air. Toni struggled against the door, which wouldn't budge. The pressure difference between inside and outside was too great. She waited for the pod to fill entirely to try the door again. Would the pressure of this body of water crush her? She couldn't know how deep it was. Would the poisonous liquid itself kill her? Sooner or later it would, experience told her. Would the door even open once she'd allowed the craft to fill?

Toni took one last deep breath as the water level rose. She closed her eyes, fearing blindness. Submerging, she braced her back to the wall and pushed her feet against the door. It flew open with ease. She reached out, feeling for the opening, then shot out and up. She kicked with all her might. When she broke through the surface, the paper gown that had already been tattered was now stripped from her.

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[HornyDog2017]

Jake Cook had worked sunup to sundown every Saturday and Sunday for almost a year in preparations for what was going to be the adventure of a lifetime. In three days, he would navigate his 39 foot ketch out of its slip at Weiss Marina in Kenosha, Wisconsin, and sail it solo to London, England, via 4 of the 5 Great Lakes, the St. Lawrence River, and the Atlantic Ocean. With the many port calls he had planned along the way to make visual and audible recordings for his podcast and other social network outlets, Jake had scheduled a 3 month transit time.

He could have reached his destination much sooner than that, but then there was the second part of his adventure to consider, too. His expected arrival date coincided perfectly with his girlfriend's EOAS -- End Of Active Service -- in the US Navy. Carla Martucci was stationed on a sub tender based in Northern Scotland, and after his arrival and her discharge, the pair of them were going to then sail down the west coast of the continent and into the Mediterranean, with plans of being married in the tiny little town on the island in Sicily from which her family had originated.

It was perfect.

Or, it would have been.

Jake had taken his boat out onto Lake Michigan to test some new fittings, only to have one snap. He limped the boat toward the nearest island with a dock and had almost reached it when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up into the sky and just stared, unsure of what he was seeing. He still hadn't figured out what the object was before he realized something more imminently important: it was coming down, it was coming down fast, and it was coming down at him!

As fast as he could, Jake ran the full length of the boat, toward the oncoming object. It might not have seemed the most logical thing but it saved Jake's life. He dove from the bow of the boat out as far as he could, entering the water just a moment before the object struck. Jake didn't see the collision, but the explosive power sent a shock wave threw the water that struck Jake, knocking him for a loop but leaving him conscious enough to struggle to the surface.

He wasn't sure how long he simply treaded water, occasionally sinking and swallowing gulps of water that he spit and coughed out when he surfaced again. Debris filled the water all about Jake, and after he latched onto a buoyant piece of something, he just floated there, fighting through the disorientation. Finally clearheaded enough to formulate a plan and swim on his own both, Jake headed for the dock jutting out from the little island. He latched onto it and lifted himself up:

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He looked over the platform to the debris covering the lake surface. His boat was gone, destroyed. The debris was barely recognizable as having once been a sailboat. Jake's heart was breaking, and he turned away to look off toward the small, otherwise unoccupied island.

And then she broke through the surface.

She'd appeared and then disappeared so quickly that Jake honestly thought he'd imagined her. But then she resurfaced again and swam for the shore. A moment later, she stood to reveal one of the shapeliest, sexiest, nude-ist bodies he'd ever laid eyes upon. And, he just stared. What else was he going to do? Jake was simply stunned!

 

[ToniTaylor]

(OOC: I am switching to past tense third person writing like you did. I don't know if you noticed that mine was first person, but to be honest, your way is far easier I think. I will go back and fix my first post, but I want to put this one up first.)

Toni ran her hands quickly over her flesh. She was desperate to get the poisonous liquid off her. She was certain that at any moment, her skin would begin to tingle as the pollutants' entered her pores. Yet, she felt nothing but the cool and slick of the water. Maybe this planet's seas weren't as bad as those on her own.

She had little time to contemplate the issue though. Looking about her new surroundings, she found something in the water. No. Someone. A person. He looked like her. Well, except that he was a he. He was a Yoori. There was no doubt about that. But, that was impossible. She looked around herself again, at the water, the land, the sky. This was not Yoor. But, it was a Class A planet. If it hadn't been a Class A or, at the least, a Class B, she'd be dead or dying by now.

The Yoori hadn't yet settled any Class A planets in this sector. So, how was it that a Yoori was here, in this place? What hadn't she been told about the Interstellar Settlement Program? Why in the name of the Gods would they hold back the fact that such a planet had been discovered, investigated, and settled?

And why was he in the water? She was still feeling anxious about being in the water and had been ready to flee to shore until she'd seen the male. She looked to the surface again. She wondered about the danger, or lack thereof. Just then, a hand sized fish swam by her legs, followed by more. Her eyes widened yet again as she leaned over for a closer look. The fish scattered, disappearing in all directions. Toni hadn't seen a living animal in a sea in her life time! Movement to her left drew Toni's eyes to a flock of large flying creatures settling onto the water's surface. Birds she reminded herself. She just stared with amazement. Toni had never seen a bird outside the conservatory aviaries. And these birds had lit on the body intentionally.

She looked back to the misplaced Yoori. What was this place? Where was this place?

Tori began toward the male. Her feet sank a bit into the mud and sand bottom with each step. She closed the gap to 25 feet or so, then asked if he was Yoori. He just stared. Why didn't he answer? Was he deaf? Was he rude? Was he as shocked by her presence as she was of his? She asked again.

But he didn't answer. Why not? All Yoori throughout the cosmos spoke the same language. He had to understand her. If he was Yoori. But, of course, he was. Wasn't he?

 

[HornyDog2017]

As he watched, Jake began to wonder if maybe there was something wrong with the woman. She looked, stunned. Had she been in the plane that fell from the sky and destroyed his boat? It had been a plane, hadn't it? It had appeared as if being on fire, so his mind had toyed with meteor or malfunctioning satellite. But maybe it had been a small plane. He hadn't noticed wings, but then maybe losing them had been the reason it had fallen from the sky.

As he watched, she looked all about herself, then down in the water. She spent almost a full minute watching the Canadian Geese dancing about the surface of Lake Michigan before looking back to him. Then, she began his way.

Naked.

Naked!

She was naked! Why the fuck was she naked? If she had been on some sort of airplane, why would she have been naked? White slavery victim, on her way to the palace of some Middle Eastern Emir? No, she had to have been on the island, skinny dipping, when the accident happened. Coincidence. That was it. Simple coincidence. Simple fucking gorgeous oh my god look at that body coincidence.

He didn't know when it had begun happening but Jake suddenly realized that he was hard as a frickin' rock! Beginning to feel the burn of holding himself on the edge of the dock as he was, he'd been ready to emerge from the water. But now he was self conscious about it. He always wore tight fitting jockeys that would contain his erection against his body, but still, he was going to be noticeable.

She spoke to him in a language he'd never heard before. What was it? She spoke again, this time using more words. Between Middle School, High School, and College, which he'd left due to a lack of funds after just two years, Jake had dabbled with Russian, Mandarin, Spanish, and Arabic, hoping that one of them would lead to a bilingual career. But whatever the hell it was that she was speaking wasn't any of those or even anything else he'd ever heard before.

"I'm sorry," he said politely, trying his best but failing to keep his eyes above her incredible body. "I don't understand. Do you speak English?"

When she didn't respond, Jake searched his memory and asked the same question in Russian, Spanish, and Arabic. Try as he could, he couldn't recall the Chinese translation.

 

[ToniTaylor]

The male Yoori spoke to Toni. She didn't understand him anymore than he had her. That made no more sense than his being here. Yoor only had one language anymore. It had had only one since long before they'd developed interstellar travel. So, it wasn't as if he'd come out here, to where ever here was, back when there had been multiple languages.

Toni moved up the shore enough to step up onto the dock. She kept her eyes on him as she stepped off again, on his side. She moved slowly, as to not frighten him. There was something in his expression, in his body language, in the way he glanced at her body frequently. Toni had no fear of him. To be honest, she wondered whether he feared her. She continued toward him. The lake's water rose up her form, hiding her legs, her groin, her belly. It had just reached the under curvatures of her breasts when she stopped within reach of the male.

She asked if she could Join him. But he only responded in more of that gibberish. She lifted her hands up before her, hesitating to show that they were empty. She spoke again, smiling disarmingly. Same response. She reached ever so slowly to lay her hands upon his temples.

She Joined him.



The sun was low on the horizon when the glaze in the male's eyes faded and he was again conscious of the world about him. Toni smiled widely as she pulled her hands back. She wrapped them around her middle. Her breasts rose a bit more, becoming even more obvious.

"Cold," she said in English. She reached to her upper arms, rubbing them quickly. She repeated, "Cold. I say right? Cold?"

Toni began backing away, still looking into Jake's eyes. She gestured him to follow, smiling, repeating and expanding, "Cold. Come. Find warm."

She turned her back to him, ascending the bank until her naked form was on full display again. On the dock, she waited for him, asking, "Find warm. Right?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Jake had lowered back into the water and followed the edge of the dock a dozen feet or so until, putting his feet down into the mud, the water level was just below his fit chest. He watched the beauty with awe as she made her way directly at him. He knew he should have kept his gaze above her collar bones but he just couldn't: despite being a good looking guy himself who could have had a number of women in high school and college, his first and only girlfriend had been Carla, and while she was an attractive woman, she didn't compare to this Goddess.

She continued forward until she was directly before Jake, talked to him again, then indicated that she wanted to touch him. He pulled his head back a bit, confused about her intent and motivation, but then leaned back toward her. She pressed her palms to his temples--

--and suddenly Jake's life began flashing before his eyes, through his eyes. All of it, which was weird, because although it was moving at what seemed like light speed, Jake was seeing and comprehending every single second of it from his birth to his first crush to losing his grandfather to meeting Carla to losing his virginity to buying his boat and, now, to meeting the Goddess who in his imagination had physically merged into his body, occupying it. And then--

--"Cold."

Confusion. Jake just stared into the woman's eyes, wondering what the hell had just happened.

"Cold. I say right? Cold?"

"Yes, cold," he confirmed as a shiver ran up his spine in a timely manner. "Yes, it's cold."

"Cold. Come. Find warm."

Again, Jake watched the beauty's body, this time from the backside. She was simply perfect, her firm pear shaped ass shifting back and forth as she walked her way through the muddy bottom to the shore. It was only then that Jake looked around himself and realized that hours, not seconds had passed while the woman had been doing whatever it was that she'd done to him.

"Find warm. Right?"

Find warm, he repeated in his mind, realizing that she was asking him to help her find a place to get warm. He leaned forward, swimming about fifteen feet until he could stand in knee high water and hurry up to the shore and dock. She was just waiting there for him. He hesitated, stepped past her, and said, "Follow me, I know a place."

Jake headed up the trail, glancing back often, sometimes to ensure she was still with him, sometimes just to get another glance at her naked body. She never once made any attempt to cover up her lady parts, which just added to the unique oddness of the afternoon. A hundred yards up the trail, they arrived at a small shack. It didn't look like much, yet it had a heavy lock on the door.

"It's a tool shed," he explained, not knowing whether or not she would understand. "We use it when we have--"

Jake's heart tightened as he suddenly remembered the wreck of his boat out in the lake. He drew a deep breath, sighed, and went to work helping the woman find her warm. He pulled a key from the lower branches of a nearby tree to get them into the shack, and once inside rotated the handle of a crank lantern a couple dozen times and pressed the switch. The LED light illuminated, showing that the shack wasn't much to behold. But Jake knew that it would be enough.

Over the next few minutes, he found the woman a blanket, lit a propane stove, and selected through some of the less dangerous looking canned and packaged foods for something to eat. He flashed her a can of pork and beans, then another of SpaghettiOs, as well as a box of Ritz crackers that had been stored in plastic to defeat the mice whose little holes could be seen all about the shack's dirt floor.

"We've got water, too," he said, digging through a box for a couple of still sealed liter bottles. After they'd begun dinner, Jake looked out the window and saw the sun touching the horizon. He looked back to the woman, saying, "Unless you have a cell phone and someone with a boat, it looks like we're staying here tonight."

He moved some of the junk off into the corners, creating room in the middle of the floor, then unfolded a pair of military surplus camping beds. But when he pulled the plastic wrapped sleeping bags down from the hooks that were meant to keep the mice from accessing them, he found that one of them weighed way to much. The bag hit the floor with a thud, splashing water upon Jake. Looking up to the ceiling, he round a hole in the roof right over the hooks and realized the problem. He looked to the woman, shrugging and saying, "You take the bag. I'll, um, I'll hover over the heater. I'll be fine, really."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Toni fell in behind the man whose name she now understood to be Jake. He headed away from the water up a trail. She was barefoot, but they were walking mostly on sand with only the occasional sharp stick, rock, or weed. By the time they reached their destination, Toni was trembling from the chill of the lake and then the air.

"It's a tool shed," he said. "We use it when we have--"

In context, Toni understood what Jake was saying about the small building. The second part seemed incomplete, though. He got them inside and went to work making themselves comfortable. She'd never seen cans and packages like he showed her. But the pictures on the containers were food, even if they were unfamiliar. She hesitated before tasting each, sniffing at them, then touching them to her tongue.

"Good!" she told him after biting into a Ritz cracker. The tube had picked up some moisture and the crackers lacked crunch. But they were flavorful and not stale. Her grimace at the SpaghettiOs, though, led to Jake offering the beans instead. She beamed after tasting them. She'd shoveled three large spoonfuls into her mouth. Still chewing, she repeated, "Good."

"We've got water, too."

Toni hesitated at drinking the water, too. Jake didn't seem to understand her delay in lifting the bottle to her lips. She was tempted to explain, but doing so would require her explaining that she wasn't from around here.

"Unless you have a cell phone and someone with a boat," Jake was again speaking, "it looks like we're staying here tonight."

"No boat," she responded, having understood that portion. She understood, of course, that her escape pod had destroyed Jake's boat. He hadn't mentioned it, though, which confused Toni. Regarding his last statement, she simply answered, "Stay here tonight."

Jake went to work clearing space for what Toni would have called racks. She studied him with constant scrutiny, and as she did, more and more came to make sense. She'd had discovered during the Joining that he wasn't Yoori at all. He was a different race of being altogether. That made sense of the whole time issue, of how he could be here when Toni knew it impossible. But it only raised more questions, the primary one being how he could look so much like a Yoori.

Jake laid out a sleeping bag, saying, "You take the bag. I'll, um, I'll hover over the heater. I'll be fine, really."

She didn't understand all the words, but the meaning was clear: she was going to sleep in the bag, he wasn't. She pointed at Jake and said, "Cold."

They attempted to have a back and forth about warm and cold, blanket and sleeping bag, her exclusive use of the latter and his rejection of it. It was all a bit confusing for Toni. She gave up, knowing that the Joining could take time to become fully effective at times. She stood before Jake, took off the blanket, and offered it out to him. She said firmly as an order, "You warm!"

He again ogled her exposed body. Toni could sense that he somehow regretted having look at her. She didn't understand the concepts of embarrassment and shame, but they'd come to her soon enough. During the Joining, she had seen him look at other females. He'd had a feeling for those bodies that Toni wasn't yet quite able to figure out. That too she would figure out in time.

"Toni. Name Toni," she proclaimed tapping a finger tip to her sternum. Then, before he could duplicate the introduction, she pointed at him. She stated with obvious knowledge, "Jake. Name Jake."

 

[HornyDog2017]

The skinny dipping Goddess again exposed her perfect body to Jake, telling him, "You warm!"

His gaze was set upon her body yet again, but he finally pulled his eyes upward, telling her, "Okay. Thanks."

"Toni. Name Toni."

Jake was still getting used to the fact that she was speaking English. He was still trying to figure out what the hell had happened down in the water, but perusing his mind wasn't one of the deductions he'd made.

Until.

"Jake. Name Jake."

His eyes widened and his mouth opened wide in shock. "How did you know that? Seriously! How did you know my name."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Toni stared for a moment, making sense of what his tone told her had been a question. Then her face lit up with understanding. She held her hands out toward Jake's head again. She hadn't actually intended to Join again. Then she brought them back to her own temples.

"Join," she said. Hands out. Hands to her temples. "Join. Understand?"

He responded, and they did another rather confusing back and forth for a moment. A shiver exploded through her, and her flesh erupted in goose bumps. She turned away from Jake to slip into the sleeping bag. The zipper's design was very rudimentary. But Toni figured it out and slipped into the bag.

"You warm with me," she said looking up at Jake. She held the top half of the sleeping bag up. Her offer was clear. And so was her naked form, again. "Keep warm. Me, you, keep warm each other."

 

[HornyDog2017]

"You mind melded me?" Jake asked with shock when he finally realized what she, this Toni, was trying to explain to him. He laughed. That was impossible. That was fiction shit, Star Trek crap. A woman just doesn't appear naked in the water before you after your boat had been blown to shit by a meteor, then Spock you! "You don't look like a Vulcan." He leaned as if looking to the side of her head. "I don't see pointy ears."

He didn't know if she had any idea what he was saying. After they chatted back and forth without his getting any better answers about what the hell was going on, Jake asked with a soft tone of disbelief, "Who the hell are you?"

But she only turned away from him to get into the bed. His mind was racing with thoughts, but it didn't prevent him from ogling her ass. For a flash as she laid down, he even got a look at her pussy, from behind, then from in front. His cock was, again, rapidly hardening.

"You warm with me."

She held the sleeping bag open, inviting him to join her. Jake wanted to strip to the skin as she was, leap in on top of her, and fuck, fuck fuck the chill away.

"Keep warm. Me, you, keep warm each other."

But his mind was just racing with conflicting thoughts. There was just something so wrong with this situation. As he stared at her naked body, Jake thought to himself, There's nothing wrong with THAT, but ... fuck, there's something wrong with HER!

"I'm okay," he said, throwing the blanket around his shoulders. "You just, close that and keep warm."

Jake couldn't believe he was doing this: he was passing on a sure thing with the most beautiful woman upon whom his gaze had ever set. Even if she hadn't been inviting him to stick his cock inside her, it was the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life. It was only then that a name jumped into his brain: Carla Martucci! Jake was standing here in a shed, alone with a naked Goddess who had invited him into her bed, while his fiancée was serving her country and waiting for him on the far side of the ocean across which, now, Jake would never sail. What the fuck had happened to him today?

Moving the little propane heater to the floor between the two of them and tucking the blanket tighter around his body, Jake sat down on an old floatation boat seat to study Toni. Who was this woman?

 

[ToniTaylor]

Toni didn't understand the issue with Jake joining her in the rack. It was cold. She was cold. He was cold! It only made sense. But he made himself comfortable on a pad of some sort. Toni closed and zipped the bag. But she didn't go to sleep. Her head rested upon a life jacket he'd given her as a pillow. She laid there for a long moment, studying him. The primary reason for Joining with Jake had been to learn his language. But Jake's thoughts and experiences had come with that education. And it was the most recent of those that became clear in Toni's mind first. She sat up on one elbow. The bag slipped down her arm, exposing her breasts to him.

"Mad about boat," she said. She clarified when he looked to her, "My pod. Broke boat. Sunk. Sunk Jake boat."

She waited for him to respond (in some way). She understood some of what Jake said but not all. She tapped her hand to her sternum. "Sorry. Toni sorry. Me sorry."

She laid back, not bothering to cover her bosom. She was already too warm in the 40 Below mountain hiking bag. She stared at the ceiling for a while. Then returning to her elbow, Toni said, "You boat to female. Boat over long water. To be with female."

Again, she waited for a response (whatever it might be). She laid back down again. But after a couple of minutes, Toni sat up on her elbow yet again. She studied Jake, then said, "No boat to female over long water."

She unzipped and raised the sleeping bag again. Exposing her full length, Toni offered in her best English, "I fix sorry. You be with me. Jake be with Toni. Fix good?"

 

[HornyDog2017]

Jake was trying to shut all of this out of his mind, but his brain was moving like a four year old with a now empty paper cotton candy cone. Part of the mayhem taking place inside his skull was, of course, related to the fact that a beautiful naked body was just barely out of reach and he'd turned down his opportunity to lay with it, maybe even to be inside it. Had Toni been inviting him to fuck her? Or just cuddle for warmth? In Jake's mind, it was the first one that had him both cursing himself and applauding himself. What would Carla say if she found out that he'd cheated on her with this woman, with Toni?

He'd closed his eyes, hoping that maybe not looking at the erotic beauty might help. Then she asked, or did she say, "Mad about boat."

Jake opened his eyes to again get a full view of her firm bosom.

"My pod. Broke boat. Sunk. Sunk Jake boat."

He didn't understand what Toni meant by pod. She didn't speak very good English, so who the hell knew what she'd actually meant. "Yeah, your ... pod sunk my boat."

Jake suddenly felt anger about his boat for the first time. How had so much time passed without him thinking about the destroyed craft now caught in the current, spreading across west central Lake Michigan? Oh, yeah. He'd had other things on his mind, like a beautiful, naked woman and her apparent invitation to sleep with her. And then there had been the whole what the fuck happened issue. Jake had dismissed any possibility of Toni and the destruction of his boat as being not connected. But he still didn't understand how it had happened.

"Sorry. Toni sorry. Me sorry."

Jake hesitated, unsure of how to react. He didn't know whose fault the accident was. It wasn't his, obviously. But was it hers. Feeling as though he simply needed to say it, Jake told her, "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Go to sleep."

Toni laid down again, but Jake didn't close his eyes again: the strange woman's firm tits were on full display above the opening of the sleeping bag, their chill-air stiffened nipples pointing toward the sky. Then she sat up again.

"You boat to female. Boat over long water. To be with female."

"How do you know that?" Jake asked before clenching his jaws closed. She said more, but he as confused. He couldn't tell whether she was just guessing or, no, not that mind meld thing again. He still couldn't figure out what that had been about. Hypnosis maybe? But after a moment of listening to Toni mutilating the English language, he said, "Yes! I was going to see a woman. My girl friend. Carla. She's in Scotland." He gestured a hand off to the east, mocking Toni's words, "Beyond the long water."

Jake was happy when Toni laid back again, but it didn't last long. No sooner had his eyes closed, not from sleepiness but from despair, she was again talking to him.

"No boat to female over long water."

"No!" he snapped. "No, I'm not boating over the long water to see my female!" And dismissing any possibility that Toni hadn't been at total fault, Jake added, "You took care of that, thank you very much."

And then, he was suddenly looking at Toni's full body again as she again invited Jake to join her. "I fix sorry. You be with me. Jake be with Toni. Fix good?"

His anger was rising quickly, and seeing Toni's body while she invited him to fuck her -- that's what she was doing, right? -- was just too much for him. Jake threw the blanket back, stood, pulled the string at his waist to loosen his swimming trunks, and pushed them off his hips. He used his toes to on his heels to shed his deck shoes, stepped out of the shorts, and was now as naked as Toni.

Her gaze went to his groin, where his cock was semi-hardened and rapidly getting harder. Without hesitating, Jake moved to the bed and assumed the position: the camping bed was small, but there was enough room for him to put an elbow outside each side of Toni's rib cage, slipping his hands under her shoulders; and maneuver his knees between her own, to separate her thighs. Without hesitation, he shifted his hips to and fro, trying to find her pussy.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Toni was conflicted about Jake's obvious acceptance of her offer. She wanted to be with him. She felt she owed him. But, he seemed so angry. He stripped his clothes off, revealing his penis. Toni's eyes widened with shock. It was so big. And it was getting hard. Stiffening. With every second that passed, it rose higher before his groin. And its rigidity was increasing with great conspicuousness.

When Jake laid atop her, he forced her knees apart with his own. Toni searched for the right word. Her lack of first hand English and the surprise with what he was doing delayed her reaction.

"No," she finally managed though only in a soft voice. She repeated it twice, each time louder, "No. No!"

Toni pushed her hands against Jake's chest, repeated and expanding, "No! Not good be with!

Then, in a flash, Toni brought Jake's misunderstanding to an end. With the flexibility of an Olympic gymnast, the strength of a weight lifter, and the speed of a boxer! She pressed her hands against Jake's chest, lifting him up away from her. She slung her the knee that was free of the sleeping bag up high, all the way to her shoulder. She planted the bottom of her foot to Jake's chest. And she pushed. He flew away from her, off the rack to crash into a pile of miscellaneous items at the wall.

"Not way be with good!" she called again, sitting up to move to the end of the rack, looking at him. When he seemed to have his wits back, Toni pointed directly at his erection. She said with a calmer voice, "Not with."

She scooted a bit closer and held her hands out before her again, palms facing one another. Jake had seen this before. Toni said softly, "Be with. Join."

 

[HornyDog2017]

"No. No. No!"

Jake was so intently probing for Toni's pussy that he didn't immediately hear her objection to what he was doing. Then, just as the head of his cock felt the wetness and warmth of her hole, Jake felt Toni's hands press against his chest, and she repeated, "No! Not good be with!

He knew he should have stopped, but he was there! Just a bit of a push, a little fight against some non-foreplay resistance, and he'd be fucking her. Then, in an instance, he was flying backward. He crashed into a pile of old life jackets, ripped sails, oars, hatches, and other things that didn't feel that good against his bare backside. He grimaced in pain, groaning, "What the fuck?"

"Not way be with good!"

As he was trying to sit up away from something pressing painfully into his spine, Jake saw Toni coming at him. Or, so he thought. But she stopped at the end of the camping bed, looking at him with an odd expression that baffled Jake: she didn't look angry or scared, like a woman who felt as though she'd been about to be raped. Toni pointed to his groin.

"Not with."

"What the fuck?" he asked, grimacing, moving about. "What the fuck does that mean?"

Then she made that familiar gesture. "Be with. Join."

"Join?" Jake said after a moment. He sat up a bit higher. "I thought you wanted to fuck." He felt at his back, fearing he was bleeding. His hand came back with something black on it. Oil. He wiped it off on a dirty old towel and looked to Toni again. "I don't get you. What the hell? You come out of that lake naked. You do that, what ever it was, to my brain. You ask me to, what, cuddle with you? Sleep? Fuck? What?"

He wouldn't think about it immediately, but this was the longest period during which Toni's body had been on display that Jake had gone without ogling her womanly features. With a more sympathetic tone, he asked, "Tell me, please. What's going on here?"

 

[ToniTaylor]

"Join? I thought you wanted to fuck."

Ironically, Toni understood that! Three factors led to that knowledge. Obviously, there were Jake's actions over the last moments. There were his thoughts about Toni immediately prior to the Joining. And there were his thoughts about what would be awaiting him in Scotland at the end of his long water voyage. All put together, Toni hadn't had any trouble understanding that he'd wanted to engage in intercourse with her.

"I don't get you..." he began, ranting on about all that had happened since they'd met. "Tell me, please. What's going on here?"

Toni nodded, saying only, "Yes."

She slipped slowly off the end of the rack to her knees. Just as slowly, she reached her hands up toward Jake's head, asking, "Yes? Join? Please?"

He seemed hesitant. But he allowed her to find his temples again. "Close eyes."

After he'd closed his eyes, Toni did the same. But the same ended there: this time, instead of tapping Jake for his memories, this time she shared hers with him. Jake wasn't Yoori. So Toni knew he couldn't take a download as quickly, efficiently, and extensively as she could. So, she showed him only what he needed to know: a spaceship in the void of deep space; a planet, his planet, suddenly looming ahead; that ship entering the atmosphere of that planet and being ripped apart; a second vessel, the Hiber-Comp, crowded with what may have seem like dead bodies; a closer view of one such body, the hibernation bed alit with important indicators; a third vessel, this one tiny.

Toni had been unconscious for the escape pod's flight. She hopped between the Joining and any questions Jake might ask, he'd come to understand: she shared the fight to escape the pod; her bursting through Lake Michigan's surface; and, lastly, looking to her right to see Jake himself at the dock.

She slowly pulled her palms back from Jake's skull. As before, it took a moment for his eyes to return to life. She smiled with hope in her expression. She repeated his words, "What's going on here."

 

[HornyDog2017]

Jake stared at Toni with wide eyes. It couldn't be. It explained a lot. But it just couldn't be! Oh, he'd always believed that somewhere out there in the universe, even in this galaxy, there was life and even intelligence life. But he also know that the probability of such intelligent life developing the ability to reach Earth during the time period between when human civilization rose and then destroyed itself was tiny. And yet, here was that alien intelligence, Toni, sitting right before him. Naked.

Jake's eyes dropped to her delicious body again, and suddenly he felt like a sexual predator. He scrambled to stand, found the blanket and threw it around her shoulders. Then. Then what? He didn't know what to do now. He began pacing the all of four steps from one cluttered side of the shack to the other, glancing to Toni again and again. He finally turned and studied her, trying to figure out which of his billion questions he wanted to ask first.

"If you're from space, why do you look just like me?" Jake asked as his first question. Then, he laughed, blushed, and clarified, "I mean, you don't look like me!. But, you look human! Like a human women."

He glanced down at her blanket wrapped body, wishing he was once again looking at her as he reminded himself that 99% of women didn't look like Toni did, that she was the Victoria's Secret exception to what the average human woman looked like. Carla certainly didn't look like Toni.

"Oh fuck!" he murmured, remembering that he'd tried to fuck Toni, thereby cheating on his fiancée. His first instinct was to ask Toni to keep what he'd done to herself, but, c'mon, who was she going to tell? She was a fucking alien in Wisconsin. An alien in Wisconsin! Who woulda thunk! He shed his concerns over Carla, then turned to another thing for which he should be regretful, even ashamed. "I'm sorry I almost raped you. I, I didn't understand."

 

[ToniTaylor]

(OOC: based on his giving her the blanket to hide herself, I presumed he donned his trunks again. Sorry if I over stepped.)

Jake was rambling on again, about appearances, finishing, “...like a human woman."

Toni comprehended his words enough to lead to her shrugging. It was a Yoori gesture just as much as it was a human one. He question was valid: why were their two species essentially identical physically? She’d been asking the same question in different forms since the lake.


Jake didn’t speak aloud his Victoria’s Secret thought, of course. Toni couldn’t have known about the media-fed obsession on Earth over the perfect female shape. She had, of course, gleaned that Jake had been attracted to her. Anyone would have known that by his actions and physical excitement.

If he had explained, Toni would have been as confused as Jake was about her alien presence. The perfect woman on Yoor was not determined by a body style. The perfect woman on Toni’s home planet was defined by her contributions to the survival of her people. Back on Yoor, Toni had been sought for and even fought over by many males. But it hadn’t been for the supposedly perfect orbs at her chest. Or the perfect slimness of her body. Or the perfect length and athletic fitness of her legs and the buttocks below which they extended. Toni has been defined as perfect because of her intelligence, desire, determination, and drive. They had led her to become part of Yoor’s space exploration program. And on Yoor, that made Toni beautiful. And perfect.

And then Jake went somewhere else.

"Oh fuck! I'm sorry I almost raped you. I, I didn't understand."

It took a moment to sink in. Then, Toni laughed. Then blushed. A fiery blush that flooded all the way to her neck.

“Fault mine,” Toni said. “Mean one thing. Say two thing. Yoori, we…”

She was trying to find a way to explain sexual relations between the Yoori. Then, Toni realized she hadn’t explained the Yoori. She took a moment to clue Jake in on her race’s name and a little about her home. She could see in his expressions that he understood enough though not all. Then she looked directly at his groin. He was no longer stiff as a tree limb, but there was still enough swelling to define his cock’s shape. Toni jerked her head toward it, then pointed at it as well.

“Yoori not do that but…” She searched for the words from Jake’s gleaned English. “Pro baby make.” That didn’t sound right. She tried again. “Make baby. Create life. Procreate?”

She could see by Jake’s reaction that she’d finally gotten it right. But she sensed something else, too. Something working in his mind. What was it?

 

[HornyDog2017]

“Make baby. Create life. Procreate?”

Jake got the picture: Toni's people, these Yoori, they didn't fuck. Well, they had intercourse to, as she'd finally gotten out, procreate. But they didn't fuck! He had to fight back the urge to smirk. And while he should have kept his mouth shut, he couldn't help but glance to Toni's form again and say softly, "What ... a waste."

A chill ran up Jake's spine, causing him to snatch up and check the little propane heater. It was already out, the little pressurized container obviously having only been partially full. He looked around for another canister, but he only found more empties. The guys who used the shack were supposed to bring out more supplies than they were going to use so that there would be some for emergencies, like this one. But obviously that hadn't happened. Either that or someone had found the key and had used the shack for camping.

"It's gonna get cold," he said, more to himself than to Toni. A second chill surged through him. He gestured to her, saying, "Give me the blanket, and you get back in the bag. We need to stay warm."

Despite how he'd so enjoyed ogling Toni before he'd nearly violated her, Jake kept his gaze at bay, mostly, as he claimed the blanket and got her back in the bag and laid down on the cot. Instead of returning to the wall away from her, though, he pulled an old sail over closer to the cot and, using another life jacket at a pillow, laid down nearer Toni.

"I have so many questions for you, Toni," Jake said as he tried to get comfortable. He laughed, looking to her, then laughed again. "I can't believe this is happening to me. To anyone. This is just, un-be-liev-able.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Toni pulled the sleeping bag's zipper up again. She laid her head back into the not-so-pillow-like life preserver. Jake made himself not-so-comfortable on the ground near her. And then she just studied him for a long moment. She comprehended his comment about having so many questions, of course. She had so many questions as well. She knew he hadn't come to this place, this Earth, as some sort of Yoori mission. But he had to be Yoori. The physical similarities were too close to be coincidental. The fact that she'd Joined with him so easily. Then again, the fact that he couldn't Join with her was a problem. She could initial the Joining, obviously. But Jake had had no idea what she was doing. Didn't that mean he couldn't be Yoori? Her head spun with questions she'd never imagined needing answers to.

Toni laid back into the rack, staring up at the shack's ceiling. She was wondering What next? when that next came. A slight tremble and a simultaneous little grimacing sound caught her attention. When Jake rearranged his situation on the cold floor, Toni realized he'd shivered against the leg of her more comfortable sleeping arrangement. She unzipped again, rolled to face him, and lifted the bag.

"Warm with Toni," she invited. She found herself repeating more as a demand, "Warm with Toni."

She didn't understand his reluctance. She wasn't inviting him to do anything more than simply stay warm. What was the problem? She was sure it was a cultural thing. Despite the two Joinings, there was still so much to be learned about Jake, his people, and their interactions to and relationships with others.

Seeing he wasn't going to join her, Toni gave a disappointed huff and laid back on the rack. But she left the sleeping bag's top half off her body. She laid there, exposed to the deepening cold. "Jake not warm. Toni not warm."

And.

She waited.

 

[HornyDog2017]

Jake heard more than felt Toni shifting about behind him. Then, he heard the zipper again. He turned to find her lifting the bag to yet again expose her nude body.

"Warm with Toni."

He laughed, forcing himself to move his gaze from her delicious womanly curves. "We tried that already, remember?"

She stressed, "Warm with Toni."

"I'm fine, really," he tried to reassure her. He shifted about on the pile of debris, wrapping the blanket tighter around him. "I'm warm. Really. I'll be fine."

Jake could see in Toni's eyes that she neither believed him nor accepted the situation. She laid back and he thought it was done. But then she surprised him by just laying there, sleeping bag thrown back, body fully exposed down to her knees. "Jake not warm. Toni not warm."

He laughed again. "C'mon, Toni. Be serious. Cover up." She didn't move. "You're gonna freeze." Still, nothing. Jake scrambled to his knees, grabbing at the bag to pull it over her body, but she stopped him, repeated her demand. Jake sighed, studying her expression. He knew she was serious. She'd laid here and freeze to death before she'd let him lay there on the ground, chillin' out. He took another look at her body, then up quickly, chastising himself.

"Fine!" he said, standing to shake away the dust and debris that had become attached to the blanket. "I'll warm with Toni!"

He instructed her to cover herself, and when she didn't, he explained what he was doing to do. She pulled the sleeping bag over her body, and Jake covered her and it with the blanket. He lifted the two covers, hesitated as he once again looked her from breasts to groin, then slid in beside her. The cot was for a large person, so there was enough room for the both of them. But it was tight, particularly since Jake was hard as a fucking rock and trying his best to keep his erection from touching Toni. He pulled the bag and blanket over him, reaching to pull the zipper up, only to abandon the thought when he found it would to tight.

Laying there beside her with his arms at his side was awkward. Jake tried to fold them across his chest, realizing quickly that that would do either. He shifted about, finally slinging his arm around and under Toni's neck, asking, "Is this alright?"

 

[ToniTaylor]

Toni was beginning to tremble from the cold. Then, he here Jake came. She tried not to smile. It was unavoidable. She loved winning. She always had. She scooted a bit left but there wasn't much room. The cot was similarly sized to her hibernation bed, so Toni wasn't complaining. Of course, she'd never shared her Hiber-bed with another crewmember.

Jake's gaze had fallen lower on Toni's body, and so did hers on his. His swim trunks pushed out a hand's width at the groin. Again, Toni couldn't help but smile. She knew what that growth meant. He really liked her. And right now, Toni needed a friend.

After he'd slipped his arm under her neck, Jake asked, "Is this alright?"

Toni shifted against him, rolling his way. Her arms were crossed over her bosom. They pressed against Jake's rib cage. The front of her thighs just touched against the side of his nearest one. She said softly, "Is alright."

That little bit of Jake against which Toni pressed was so warm. He felt good. She was instantly reminded of the days prior to the mission into space. Toni didn't have a mate, either back on Yoori or on the ship. But she'd seldom spent a night alone in her bed. She wasn't familiar with the Human word slut. If she had been, Toni would likely have acknowledged that she was one. In a Yoori kind of way, not a Human one. It was good she didn't have to explain that to Jake now, though. She wouldn't have been able to. It would seem so foreign to him. So alien.

The memories of past pleasures stepped up now as action. Toni reached her upper hand over Jake's torso. She rolled more into him. Her breasts pressed against his rib cage as the other hand slid under his shoulder. Lower, Toni shifted closer. Her upper knee moved over his legs. The front of her thigh almost reached his sack and likely still hard cock.

Snuggling her face into the warm flesh of his chest, Toni purred, "Is alright."

 

[HornyDog2017]

This is hell.

This really is hell.

How can anyone say that this is anything but the true definition of hell.

Jake was going bonkers as Toni snuggled up closer and tighter to him. She felt so fucking good against him: arm around his mid section, tit's against his ribs, leg over him, groin pressed against his hip. The last time he'd felt this was almost a year ago when last he and Carla had had a night together, just before she shipped out to finish her active enlistment period. It felt so good, but at the same time it felt so fucking bad. Jake was engaged, and not to Toni. And Toni? Well, she was a fucking alien!

He'd already had an arm around the incredible woman, so Jake pulled it just tighter enough to indicate that he was okay with her cuddling up into him. But that only seemed to make her want to be closer. Soon, there didn't see to a be a bit of empty space between their two bodies, and down yonder, Toni's lower thigh, just above the knee, was threatening to come into contact with the rock hard erection that was holding up the bedding a couple of inches above Jake's belly.

He tried to ignore the heavenly hell he was suffering, but he just couldn't. Despite having been told that the, what did she call them, the Yoori? Despite having been told that they didn't fuck for pleasure, and despite having been literally kicked out of bed for almost having raped her, Jake still yearned to be seven inches deep inside Toni. But that wasn't going to happen.

"Toni, can I ask you a question?" he said after several minutes, hoping she hadn't yet fallen asleep. She either hadn't or his question woke her, because she told him to go ahead. "I'm just wondering. You, um, you said you don't, you know ... you don't do it, have intercourse. I mean, you don't, unless you are procreating. Is that like, a religious thing? Moral thing? No pre-marital fu-- sex, I mean?"

 

[ToniTaylor]

She had actually begun to drift off when Jake's voice brought her back. "Toni, can I ask you a question?"

"Yes," she purred softly, very happy at the moment.

He stumbled through as if embarrassed. Once again, she was confused. He finished, "Is that like, a religious thing? Moral thing? No pre-marital fu-- sex, I mean?"

"Unknowing," she said softly. He said nothing more. Toni's sleepy mind caught up with her. She realized that Jake hadn't understood or she hadn't answer well. She lifted her head looking to him. "Not moral thing. Toni not know religious thing. Jake explains?"

She listened to his response. She was confused. "Yoori no have religion."

Would that be a bombshell to Jake? Or would he not flinch? Would he expect a species advanced enough to travel the stars to have shed their mystical beliefs? She listened to his response again. But rather than speak more on that, Toni asked , "What is pre-mare-it-all fuh?"