Alien Romance: Interview with an Alien (Football Paranormal Invasion Abduction Alpha Sci-fi Romance) (Fantasy First New Adult Contact Science Fiction Mystery Sports Alien Short Stories) (28 page)

It was so strange. Brian, the ex-football player, tall blonde hunk with blue eyes and a big cock who was always laying down some serious pipe, was never nervous around women. He never struggled for the right words or gestures to hold a woman's attention, and then lure her in with his smooth words and his masculine, baritone voice. Women were rarely ever able to resist his charms.

Almost all of his sexual conquests, except a couple of really hot Asian girls, had been with white women. That was his comfort zone and he was worried that his seductive skills might not be as effective with black women.

Something about that mahogany-skinned beauty, threw him off balance, confused him, and left him a bit unsure of himself. But that only made her more intriguing in his mind. That only made him hungrier for her, hungry to taste, suck, nibble, lick every inch of her succulent body. He would worship every single inch of her. She would be his chocolate goddess and he would worship at the altar of her love.

Brian reached down and grabbed his cock. It was hard again. It looked so big and long. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the pillow and began stroking himself as the image of Charmaine sauntering into his bedroom wearing a deliciously sexy piece of lingerie fired his imagination and his loins. He could feel the cum rising in his cock. It wouldn’t be long now, and when he finally did come, it was sure to be a huge load.

*****

The next day at work Charmaine found it difficult to get anything done. She kept looking at the clock, checking her phone, nervous that Brian might have to cancel the date for some reason.  She couldn't remember the last time that she'd been so excited about a date. Lately, She'd found dating and meeting interesting guys to be a real struggle. Actually, dating was always difficult for black women in New York City. That was one of the few drawbacks of living in the Big Apple.

She'd dreamed of moving here after graduating from Clark Atlanta University with a bachelors in accounting. Atlanta had begun to feel small to her after living there for seven years. It seemed like everywhere she went, she knew somebody. That might have been great at first but over time, it had begun to wear on her. She wanted out. She needed a change—a new challenge, new city, new people, sounds, sights, smells.

More than anything, though, more than just a change of environment, what she needed, truly needed, deep down in her soul was love. That was something that had eluded her so far. As her thirtieth birthday drew closer she was beginning to worry that she would never find someone. She didn’t want to be another statistic; a single, African-American woman who never had been married and was now left to enjoy the fruits of her success all alone.

The next day Brian sent a car to pick up Charmaine and drive her to a steak house on the West Side. As Brian pulled open the door to the black car, Charmaine smiled and looked him up and down, clearly satisfied. Brian extended his hand and helped her out of the car.

Across the street, hiding behind tinted windows, her eyes shooting daggers, Michelle burned with jealousy and hatred. Who was that bitch? And why the hell did she have her hands on Brian,
her
Brian? The man whose big dick she wanted to feel thrusting into her, whose strong hands she wanted to feel grasping her ass, pumping her and pumping her, making her scream out, legs quivering, body trembling, as the cum oozed out her pussy, and dripped down her thighs.

There was no way that she would allow the black bitch to take him from her. That would be unthinkable.

"Ms. Meyers I have to move the car now," the driver said

"Did I ask you to speak!" She yelled, her eyes red with venomous anger.

*****

"So you decided to move here to be an accountant?" Brian asked with a smirk on his face.

"Yeah so what," Charmaine said. "Why do you say it like that?"

Brian shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and cut himself a piece of steak. Before answering the question, he slowly chewed the succulent piece of meat, savoring all its wonderful juicy flavors. He licked his lips and took a sip from a glass of red wine. The meat and the wine tickled his brain, fired him up with excitement, sent electric sparks to his groin. He stared across the table at the beautiful mahogany woman whose brown, mysterious eyes enchanted him to no end.

“It's just that most people I know move to New York to do something exciting,” Brian said, as gently as he could. He didn't want to offend her but he knew that keeping things light and playful would be the best course of action.

"Well, most of the year it is a pretty dull job, but around tax season, let me tell you, things do get pretty crazy," Charmaine replied.

"Yeah, I bet," Brian said sarcastically.

"What do you do? Charmaine asked. I mean, besides working in the gym and all that. It can't be that exciting."

She wanted to push back against him, sting his masculine ego, make it clear that she wasn't the type of woman to be picked on and poked at.

"No, I have to admit working at a gym, even an upscale Manhattan gym, is not all that exciting. It doesn't really fire my blood. I have to admit that."

"So what does fire your blood?" Charmaine asked, intrigued. There might be more layers to this man than she had originally thought.

Brian took another sip from his glass of wine, a long slow sip. What fired his blood? What got him excited about life, about waking up in the morning, about heading out and facing the world? Those were questions he'd struggled to answer for the past few years. Even before his football career ended, he was having trouble making sense of where his life was going and what the meaning of his life was.

"I used to be a football player," Brian said, “A linebacker for the Patriots."

"You mean professional? Charmaine asked, her face and voice full of skepticism.

"Yes, in the pros," Brian said. "Feels like a long, long time ago."

"Was it?" Charmaine asked.

Brian sighed heavily. No, not really," Brian said. "Two years ago it all came to an end. But I probably should have walked away much sooner than that.

There was a moment silence. Brian's thoughts seemed to drift back into the past, back to his glory days, when he was sure of himself, when he knew who he was, and what he had to do. Without football, he felt completely lost, without direction or aim. He knew that he wouldn't be able to go on living like that much longer.

Charmaine didn't know what to say. She knew that she had touched upon a sensitive subject, something that meant a great deal to him. She'd expected this to be a fun and lighthearted date, where they each skimmed the surfaces of each other's lives and personalities, refraining from revealing any truly meaningful information. That's how most of her first dates had gone, almost all of them. And that's probably why she was still single.

They walked out of the restaurant and out into the city's night air. There was a buzz in the streets: that buzz that can only be found on a weekend night in New York City during the scorching summer months.

Charmaine's head felt light and bubbly. She hadn't stopped giggling for the last 25 minutes. Everything that came out of Brian's mouth, even the most mundane comments, seemed to elicit a chuckle, a giggle, or a batting of the lashes from her. It was hard for her to remember the last time a man had made her feel so girly and giggly. When was the last time a man's company had made her forget about the world, allowing all her cares and worries and insecurities to fall away? Brian allowed her to fully immerse herself in the moment. And that's exactly what she felt she was doing on this date.

"How do you feel like about a horse and carriage ride?" Brian asked.

Charmaine brushed a tangle of hair from her face and stared up into Brian's gorgeous blue eyes. My goodness, she thought to herself, those are eyes that I could gaze into for days, eyes that I could fall headlong in love with. There was something so dazzling, alluring, and mysterious about them. She knew that sometimes white men viewed African-American women as being exotic, rare birds, and, therefore, prize catches. For her, he was the rare exotic bird and the prize catch. She would love to show him off to her friends and family. My goodness, she knew she was getting ahead of herself. Way, way ahead of herself.

"I would love that," she said. "We're gonna have to hail a cab up to Union Circle, though."

"A cab?" Brian said, with a smirk on his face. "I stopped taking cabs a long time ago. Personal car is definitely the way to go in this city if you have the means."

He raised his hand in the air and the black car came skidding across the street and stopped right in front of them.

Charmaine screeched. She pressed her hand to her chest and took several deep breaths. She could feel her heart rate picking up.

Bryant cocked his head to the side and smiled.

"You okay?" he said.

His deep baritone voice made Charmaine's body quiver with pleasure.

She looked up into his eyes. "I'm okay, "she said. "I'm just a little shaken up that's all."

Brian wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her tightly to him. She could feel his breath on her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned. She wanted him to take her up and his strong arms, pick her off the ground and cradle her. And she would wrap her arms around his neck and bury her head in his strong, powerful chest. He would be her Viking god; her Nordic savior.

It was one of the most romantic things for couples to do in the Big Apple: riding together down Broadway, on a warm summer night, snuggled up in the back of a horse and buggy, taking in the sights and smells and sounds of the city together.

It wasn't the first time that a man had offered to take Charmaine on a horse and buggy ride. Of course not. But all those other times she turned them down. It was one of those things that could either be super romantic or just really corny and forced. With those other guys it always felt forced, like they were trying to hurry up and get intimate, and this was the quickest, most clever way they could think of to impress her and get her to lower her defenses.

She felt comfortable around Brian. It was their first date and even those moments of awkward silence didn't seem quite that awkward. It was hard for her to believe that this is the first time that they'd spent time together. She usually struggled to make connections with guys but with Brian that was not the case.

Despite the good vibes she was having on the date, she couldn't help wondering what was on his mind. He seemed so quiet and thoughtful, two things that she valued in a man. But she couldn't help the gnawing feeling, the aching suspicion that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't enjoying himself as much as she was. Maybe he was used to going out with actresses and models and this curvy, black woman, despite all her sex appeal and bad-assness, just couldn't quite measure up.

She put her hand on top of Brian's and stared up into his face. The hooves of the carriage horse clop-clopped against the concrete. Car horns honked. Loud, raucous voices resounded on the sidewalk. She squeezed Brian's hand.

"Is everything alright?" She asked.

Brian slowly turned his head towards her and forced a smile. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm really sorry. I just got… a lot of stuff on my mind."

Charmaine kept her eyes locked on Brian's face, scrutinizing each one of his gestures, trying to figure out if he was really being sincere or if this was just a ruse, some complicated, messed up psychological game that he was playing with her—his angle, his only real intention, being to sleep with her. To bed a black woman.

Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, she thought. She really had no idea what was bothering him.

"Is it something in your personal life?" Charmaine asked. "I mean… I don't mean to be nosy or anything it just seemed like things were going so well at dinner and then when we stepped outside things changed a little bit."

"So you're really paying attention to me I guess," Brian said smiling warmly. "Most women just tend to focus on my body and after dinner they just want to rip my clothes off. But I guess you're not like that."

Charmaine didn't know how to respond to that. She wasn't much different from those other women. She would've loved to rip his clothes off, every single piece of clothing on his body and worship every inch of his pale flesh, nibbling, sucking, licking. Whatever he wanted she would do it. But apparently she would have to keep her lust and desire under control. That was interesting. This date was definitely unlike any other that she'd been on.

"Of course,” she said. "I felt like you were listening to me when I was talking during dinner. So why shouldn't I do the same for you?"

"It's a long story," Brian said. "But I'll try to keep it short. The reason my mood changed when we came out here was that riding through the city like this at night, or just in this carriage reminded me of the parade after I won the Super Bowl with the Patriots back in 2009. That was the best year of my pro career and it was also the last year but I was able to play a whole season without any injuries."

It was obvious to Charmaine that she touched a soft spot, a sensitive area in Brian's life. She began to realize just how important to him football was, and without football, he might never feel whole again. She felt a sense of sadness, but even more than sadness, she felt a connection to him, a deep spiritual connection, one that she wouldn't have expected to find with this blond blue-eyed, football playing hunk.