STARLUST 2

 I couldn’t figure out where he was from by his accent. It was somewhat European, but had touches of the South and British in it, yet there was also a hint of Asian spice in there somewhere. In addition, oddly, I felt that he’d spent time in Australia for a while. I was confused, because I’m usually great at figuring out where people are from. He suddenly pulled me close to him and stared into my eyes. He said something quickly but it was also gibberish. Maybe I was teaching him my gibberish. After a moment, he repeated it and I figured that I’d somehow gotten French fry grease in my ears, because plainly enough he asked me, “What do you recommend?” “Well, I’m a vegan but I’ve heard customers tell me that the bison burger is good.” “What’s that?” “You know, beef from the old west, fresh frozen off the hoof, great with a little—“ “An animal? You people eat flesh?”

The way he’d spit out ‘you people’ made it seem like I was talking about cannibalism or something. “Well, not me, but many others do.” I could see his lip curl and he looked like he was going to vomit “Do you serve any uncontaminated food?” “Depends on what you mean by that. Pretty much everything we have is fried in whatever oil was used before it. So, no, I guess we don’t serve anything other than something that was alive. Unless you count plants as living, breathing beings that is. We have to eat something, though. Even vegans eat plants.” “What do you eat when you’re here?” he asked, his eyes deepening with some weird sort of gold flecks. I reached around and took some brown lettuce leaves from the old fridge, and dumped them in front of him.

He stared at them and again, his lip curled. He was very good at lip curling and it started to turn me on. “Hey, I have an idea,” I told him, taking a giant leap of faith. “Want to come home with me? I live down the street and I could whip you up something vegan.” I felt a charge run between us as he touched my arm, and all he said was. “That’s very kind of you. Let’s go, because I’m so hungry.” I barely had time to grab my purse, yell at the cook again to close up, and fly out the door with the incredibly handsome stranger clutching my wrist.

Needless to say we never made it to my place even though I lived two blocks away. I took his arm as a joke and after we rounded the corner of the cafe and I was about to head down the road to my house, he grabbed me and pushed me up against one side of the faded clapboard siding. Yummy. If this was any indication of what he could do, then count me in for the whole nine yards. He held my chin in his hand and pushed into ne. There was a sort of aura around him but I was think it was just the backlighting from the neon signs. He leaned down towards my face and his lips almost touched mine, like he was trying to figure out what to do. In the meantime, I pushed into him because I’d felt his erection and wanted it inside of me.

I’d had enough of those car gropings and knew that this was the guy I’d chosen to pick my cherry. He eventually reached my lips then kissed me tenderly at first then roughly, nibbling and licking along my jawline and then at the crease of my neck, which must have tasted salty by now because he was really turning me on. There was a sort of strength about him that I’d never felt from any other man. Of course, being a virgin, I’d never gone this far with any other man. My hand ventured south and I felt his large and stone-like erection through the fabric of his pants.

I waited a moment before pressing it in my hand. “Uh...what’s your name, by the way?” He stopped doing what he was doing for a moment then looked out into the desert, over at an abandoned car dealership because I knew what was out there even though my face was buried in his chest and I almost swooned from his scent. “Ford. That’s my name. What’s yours?” Elizabeth Jones. Call me Liz.” “Well...Liz, where were we?” Immediately, he resumed what he’d been dong before I interrupted him, as did I, the formalities out of the way. I insisted on knowing someone’s name before I fucked them. Especially since it was the first time. I unbuttoned his pants and then slid my hand in and squeezed his cock —up and down and carefully at first, after bringing it out into the air.

Then I did it again, only harder, and I heard him suck in his breath. We were both fully clothed still and it was a hot desert night. He started to hum, and I don’t mean a show tune or something. The humming came from his entire body. “What’s that?” I asked, as I leaned back and studied him for a few seconds. “You mean the humming?” he said, finally starting to remove my top. “Yes, the humming. It’s... different.” “Your...uh...the temperature here is too hot. Let’s take off our clothes. I’m sure the humming will disappear in a moment. Yeah, right. That’s a weird excuse for removing a woman’s clothes.