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Stargazer Gets the Girl
Chapter 22-A Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
MONDAY,,, Isabel’s Birthday Week
Alex wearily walked to their table and slumped onto the bench besides Isabel, interrupting her talk with Maria and Liz.
“What happened to you?” Liz challenged. “You look like a horse that was ridden hard and put away wet.”
“Yea, and then hit by a truck,” Maria teased. “And yet Isabel is immaculately turned out, in fact she is positively glowing,” she added, her voice rising in excitement as she sensed gossip.
“Hey, take it easy on Alex,” Isabel teased. “I have it on good authority his girlfriend had a rough weekend. He’s been on hair brushing detail for three evenings straight.”
“I have the strongest right arm in all of West Roswell High,” Alex quipped proudly.
Liz instinctively turned to watch Maria take a deep breath, slapping the blond pixie before she could say anything. Isabel meanwhile, shook her head and turned to her boyfriend. “Easy there Sweetie. You’re not helping.”
“What do you expect. I didn’t get much sleep this weekend,” Alex deadpanned.
“Did Isabel need help with her horny time?” Liz teased in a little girl voice.
“What?” Alex sighed, turning to Liz, but in doing so he noticed what Isabel had been reading. “Oh no you don’t!” he exclaimed as he reached over and snatched the magazine out from in front of her.
“Hey! Mi magasene,” Isabel protested with a mouth full of her fluffernutter and sardine sandwich.
“No more Cosmo for you,” Alex explained as he stuffed the offending periodical into his backpack. “It gives you ideas.”
“I thought you like my ideas,” Isabel replied with a pout. “It certainly seemed like it at the time.”
“Izzy, you stuck your finger where no finger was meant to go,,, I was violated!” Alex exclaimed in a poor Chris Rock imitation.
“Fred didn’t seem to mind,” Isabel countered, the truth of which caused Alex to drop any further comment on the subject.
“Oh poor Alex, did Isabel tie you up and have her way with you?” Liz teased.
Alex shook his head while Isabel’s brows shot skyward. ‘That idea may have some merit,’ she thought to herself.
“So, do Czechoslovakians use pads and tampons like the rest of people?” Maria asked in a voice just loud enough to cause Michael, who was approaching the table, to alter course by fifteen degrees and continue on past.
“Ria!” Liz gasped. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Girlfriend, you should be thanking me,” Maria answered. “I doubt that the dynamic duo here would be quite so entertaining if the ‘Brooding Brother’ sat down with us. Besides when I get him in the Eraser Room I’ll give him ‘in panties’ privileges. He won’t even remember his name let alone what we were talking about. Now girlfriends,” Maria probed, turning her attention back where it belonged, “What did happen this weekend?”
“Sweetie? Sodas?” Isabel asked as she reached into her blouse and plucked out several bills that she had stashed in her bra for convenience. Alex simply shrugged and unfolded himself from the comfort of the table as if the weight of the world was on his broad shoulders, but he was more than willing to perform this Herculean task for his mate. Besides he didn’t want to have any idea what Isabel was about to tell his girlfriends.
Moments later as Alex was unfolding the soda money he was interrupted at the machine.
“Dude!” Malamoot exclaimed as he blocked Alex’s access to the machine. “I’ll give you ten dollars for those bills.”
Alex simply ignored him as he reached to insert his money.
“Twenty, if they’re still warm!” Malamoot cried out desperately.
Alex finished his transaction and transferred the bottles of Cherry Coke and Orange Fanta into one hand before facing his tormentor. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. “Here’s a two for one card for the Taco Shack. Why don’t you take Pam Troy there after school and feed her. I’m sure she’ll be good for what ails ya.”
Malamoot just looked at the card and smiled as Alex returned to his table.
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TUESDAY, Isabel’s Birthday Week
Isabel looked over to her mate as she drove them to school. She had something that she had to ask him, although she desperately didn’t want to. She trusted him absolutely, but with their meeting this afternoon, she couldn’t put it off any longer. “Alex?” she asked softly.
“Yea?” he responded, turning to face him slowly.
“There’s something,,,” her voice trailed off.
“Oh frack,” Alex mumbled. “We’re not going back to that, are we?”
“I don’t know, you tell me?” she rebutted, his comment stiffing her resolve.
Alex opened their connection, reassuring her.
“Are you keeping secrets from me?” Isabel asked hesitantly.
“Well,,, yea,,,” Alex replied slowly, “But not really. My girlfriend is having as birthday after all,,,”
“I found that some money is missing, and I need to know if it’s something I need to bring up this afternoon.”
“How much money?” he asked, a definite tremor in his voice..
“About six thousand dollars.”
“About?” he replied incredulously. “Isabel? Are you guessing?”
“Six thousand seven hundred ninety seven dollars and twenty-five cents.” (5542.89€)
“Oh, that money,” Alex murmured, trying to hide his relief. “Izzy, I’m working on a project with Michael and the Granolith. It’s to benefit the group, if we can pull it off. I didn’t say anything to you until I knew if it was going to work out. I know I should have asked you first,,,”
“Oh God no Sweetie,,,” Isabel gasped, ashamed at the turn the conversation had taken. “I can’t believe I’m being such a bitch,,,”
“Bitch?” Alex asked in amusement. “What makes you think you’re being a bitch?”
“I can’t believe I’m questioning you about money as if I’m some kind of overly possessive wife,,,”
“Just because you’re watching out for our future and all,,,”
“You’ve built this company from nothing,,, I,,, I can’t believe I questioned you about your own money,,,” she wailed as she slid his car into their parking place and slammed the car into park.”
“Izzy, Sweetheart,” Alex pleaded as he took her hands in his own, forcing her to turn and look at him. “First things first. Our company, our money, remember?” He put a finger on her lip to silence her pending protest. “Without you I would be nothing more than another computer geek with all these wonderful skills and no idea of how to parlay them into a viable livelihood. Besides, if it wasn’t for some of my little green-blooded girlfriends abilities rubbing off on me, I don’t think I’d be half as successful as I am. And speaking of my little green girlfriend, everyone knows that she’s the real brains of the operation.”
“Alex,,,”
“Besides, it’s your job to keep an eye on our money, in case someone cracks out accounts,,,” Alex paused in thought for a moment. “Izzy? How did you find out about this so quick? I figured I had a month to get this project completed and talk to you before the statement came in the mail.”
“Sweetie!” Isabel teased as she pulled her hands from his and stepped out of the car. “You should know by now you can’t pull anything like that over on me.”
“E-banking?”
“I check it at least once a day,” Isabel said laughingly as she took his hand and headed into the school.
Alex breathed a sigh of relief, for she had only been checking their joint accounts. He shuddered to think of what she would do when she found the damage he had done to his old college savings fund.
**********
Maria rushed into the Crashdown, practically running into the break room, slamming the door closed behind her. She emerged moments later struggling to put her antenna on while clutching a small white bag in her other hand.
Michael was already hard at work, bent over his grill, his trademark bandana already ringed with sweat. He looked up as the blond pixie dropped her cargo on his prep table. “Late again,” he mumbled. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“Put up with me?” she snapped back. “You should consider yourself lucky that I’ll have your groomingly challenged ass. If I ever smarten up and dump your sorry ass you’d end up spending your Friday nights sitting around the Seven-Eleven swapping lies with Malamoot and his band of losers with no better prospect than seeing Pam Troy’s two sized to small thong line on her sweat pants covered ass.”
“Do you realize you just managed to use the word ass three times in one breath?”
“Aagghh,” Maria moaned theatrically. “Why do I bother,,,”
“Ria!” Liz called through the serving window. “Stop flirting with your boyfriend and get out here and help me. Kyle’s going from table to table stealing off everyone’s plate and if we don’t feed him quick there’s going to be trouble.”
Maria spun on her heel and stormed through the door, “Flirting? With the burger-slayer in there? Po-leeze. But you put Alex Manes on that stool and I’ll show you some flirting. Did you see his listing on Lucinda Barker’s web site? He’s the only guy who ever scored four tongues,,,”
Michael watched longingly as the door swung closed behind his girlfriend before turning his attention back to the grill. He slapped out several small fires that had erupted while he was distracted and lifted a basket of Saturn Rings out of the fryer, noticing with relief that they were just slightly more golden brown than usual. With everything under control he lifted the bakery bag and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and pictured Maria driving all the way down to Midway and browbeating the servers until they went into the back for two crullers, fresh from the cooker and still dripping oil, just the way he liked them.
Unable to resist any longer, he reached for a bottle of Tabasco and then ripped into the bag, already tasting one of his favorite treats. But his anticipation turned to surprise as his hand closed on a small swath of delicate fabric. He pulled it out and held it up to look at it.
“Michael!” Maria gasped desperately. “Put them in your pocket right now or they will be the last pair of my panties you will ever see.” Sensing that he was both surprised and somewhat embarrassed by her gift, she relented, once her garment was safely tucked away. “That’s just a little taste of what you’re going to get later,” she promised breathlessly.
Meanwhile at Senior Chow’s, Phillip found himself in the midst of pending crisis. “Not tonight, Juanita!” he protested as she reached for his usual Dewer’s White Label Scotch. “Tonight is a special occasion. Do you have the ‘King’s Crest’ single malt I asked for?”
“Sí Senior,” Juanita answered graciously. “Just like you requested. We also have the bottle of Booker’s Kentucky Bourbon that you ordered.”
Phillip turned to Charles, “If you like Black Jack, (Daniels) you’re going to love this.” He turned back to Juanita. “Our designated drivers are here, so there’s no reason not to have our first round now. Doubles please por farvor.”
“You seem to be enjoying yourself more than usual, Daddy,” Isabel teased.
“Why not?” Phillip quipped. “This is your meeting, and you’re picking up the tab.”
“Daddy!” Isabel protested while Alex just smiled and shook his head.
“Serves him right for wrenching my only daughter from the arms of her loving family,” Phillip lamented dramatically.
“The way she’s been acting the past couple of days you should be thanking me,” Alex quipped.
“Hey!” Isabel protested, slapping her mate across the chest gently. “Just for that, dinner’s coming out of your share.”
“Everything comes out of my share,” Alex moaned, playing to his audience while at the same time sending Isabel a mental caress indicating that he was just joining in with the teasing. ”I do admire the financial work you’re doing to provide for our future,” he added.
“You just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll make sure we’ll have a good life,” Isabel promised in reply. “I’ll even throw in a couple of perks,” she added as she reached under the table and gave his thigh a squeeze.
Juanita showed up with their beverages, heavy lead-crystal Old Fashioned glasses of dark amber libations for the two company’s directors, and a cherry-coke and orange soda in cheap plastic cups for the teens. Charles took note of Alex discretely adding Tabasco to both of their drinks from his private stash then leaned over to nudge Phillip, nodding at his son, “Maybe you should take it a little easy on the boy. Whatever mojo Isabel seems to have is rubbing off on him.”
“Oh don’t worry about this,” Phillip quipped as he held up his glass and admired the rich color of his scotch. “This won’t cost him anything compared to the damage Isabel’s going to do to him come Christmas.”
“Daddy, you know that I budgeted this year’s Christmas expenses back in January,,,” Isabel countered.
“Your budgets are works of art Iz,” Phillip admitted with pride. “But I’m not talking about your printed documents with their various fonts and their brilliant color, I’m talking about the cold hard numbers on young Whitman’s future credit card bills.”
“But Daddy,” Isabel whined in her best little girl voice. “My Christmas shopping is eighty six point thirty-seven percent completed. The balance of my needs will only cost Alex about a thousand dollars. (836 €)”
“Wait! His share of your list equals a thousand dollars?” Phillip gasped. “That means my share was,,,”
“Just a little under seventy five hundred,” Isabel replied offhandedly. “Seven thousand four hundred sixty-two dollars and eleven cents (6240 €) to be exact. Don’t worry Daddy, I took it out of my allowance for the work I do in your office.”
Phillip’s face fell as Charles snickered. “You should know better than to try to pull anything over on her by now,” he quipped. Phillip’s reaction to this was cut off as Juanita returned to take their dinner orders. Once that was finished and she left with Phillip’s suddenly empty glass, Charles got the group down to work.
“I’m meeting with Patty from Leprino tomorrow to set up a meeting at their corporate headquarters in Denver,” Isabel reported. They’re going to roll out our software nation wide, starting with Denver.”
“And Alex?” Phillip queried.
“He’s not taking the Wednesday meeting,” Isabel replied. “I have an early out that afternoon and he has a class. Besides, I will get a lot more done with Patty without the distraction of having him in the room with her.”
“This Patty has a thing for him?” Phillip asked incredulously.
“Alex looked around the table defensively, but before he could react Isabel cut in, “I’ll have you know that Alex is very ‘thing’ worthy. In fact I’ve had to defend my man’s honor several times already.”
“The old Whitman charm in action,” Charles quipped.
“I don’t necessarily like the idea of you flying up to Denver and taking meetings,” Phillip lamented.
“We have to,” Alex replied passionately. “We’re the vendor. We need to meet at the client’s convenience, if for no other reason than to prove that we’re a large enough operation to be worthy of their business,,,”
“That’s not the kind of protest he has,” Isabel interrupted. “Daddy, we won’t do anything in Denver we can’t do right here in Roswell,,,”
Noticing Phillip’s face take on a purple cast, Alex turned on his girlfriend. “What did I tell you about baiting your father?”
“Sorry Daddy,” Isabel said softly, surprisingly contritely. “But you have to admit. Both you and Mom and Charles and Gloria do overnights. It’s part of living in Roswell and being so far away from everything.”
“So it’s definitely an overnight to Denver for this meeting?” Phillip asked skeptically.
“Yes! At least overnight, Monday into Tuesday so Alex can be back to teach his class at Eastern on Tuesday evening. That means if they plan a full day on Monday, we’ll have to fly out Sunday,” Isabel answered thoughtfully. “We’re already setting things up with our teachers. We’re going to need time off for the planning meeting, and then at least one long weekend for the install. We don’t yet know what the time table will be for the rest of their plants.”
“And where are these plants?” Phillip asked.
“Nine plants strategically sited along an imaginary line running from California to central New York state,” Alex answered without hesitation. “We’ll have to do an evaluation trip to each plant, but I think Leprino is going to try to do some of the install themselves to save money.”
“More trips,” Phillip muttered, draining his glass.
“How are these distances going to affect your revenue projections?” Charles asked.
“It should be revenue neutral to us,” Isabel answered. “After the plant evaluation, Alex will work up a hardware bill of materials, which we will purchase from CSC, thanks to our Brody connection. The hardware will come here, we’ll set the equipment up and install all of the software. Then Leprino will be responsible for shipping the equipment from their Roswell plant to the remote plant.”
“In fact it works in our favor,” Alex added. “Once the plant evaluation is completed and the equipment is ready for install, there is nothing left but the grunt work of physically placing it on a desk and plugging it in. The fact that we did the install on their first plant was serendipitous to the fact that it was right here in Roswell. Leprino doesn’t want to pay for travel or lodging expenses for an install team any more than we want to take the time off from school to do the lumpa work.”
“Is that going to cause any problems or delays?” Phillip asked with concern. “We would want to be held harmless if they have any issues.”
“Not a problem,” Alex replied confidently. “The existing networks in these plants are right out of the stone age, and they have had to develop some real gurus, either in house or under contract, to keep them running. They don’t need us for hardware, they need us for software development and system integration,,,”
“Which is really where the margins are, although your point is well taken,” Isabel interrupted. “We’ll add language codifying it.”
“Okay for Leprino,” Charles concluded. “Next item of business.”
“We have a request for a quote (RFQ) from Pangborn Engineering,” Isabel continued in a slightly hesitant voice, “Although I have to admit it’s like no other RFQ I’ve ever seen before.”
“Pangborn? From Alamogordo?” Charles challenged. “Out by White Sands. They’re a prime defense contractor. Let me see that.” Charles skimmed the document, his professional eye already knowing what he was looking for.
“There’s a number of things in there I’ve never seen before,” Isabel related. “Far for one.”
“F-A-R,” Charles corrected. “The Federal Acquisition Rules. They are the Ten Commandments of governmental procurement and are a system of laws onto themselves.” Charles skipped back and forth between the pages of the document. “What I don’t understand is why they want to enter into a sub-contractor relationship with Aries.”
“Why not us?” Alex challenged. “This could be the client that puts us over the top.”
“FAR nineteen-dot-one-oh-two is included by reference,” Charles quoted. “One little sentence, which tells you to look up the listing in the FAR. So you look up FAR nineteen-dot-one-oh-two and find three paragraphs that require to generate a size classification for your company with the Small Business Administration. Next go to the S.B.A. and you’re working with a book three inches thick. In that book are the North American Industrial Classification System (NAICS, pronounced Na-sis) listings. You’re going to have to go through the listings, usually with a hired consultant, and select the NAICS classification that best fits your business. You’re also required to select a corresponding classification from the older Standard Industrial Classification (SIC, pronounced Sick) system, which should be interesting since it predates most of the current computer industry, but some federal agencies still use SIC codes. Then you utilize your NAICS and SIC codes to determine your size rating before you register to be listed with the SBA.”
“What’s that going to cost?” Phillip asked skeptically.
“A lot of time and a lot of money,” Charles answered. “But that’s just nineteen-dot-one-oh-two. Next we have FAR nineteen-dot-six-oh-two, Certificate of Competency, where you’re going to have to prove you can perform the work. FAR fifty-two-dot-two-one-two-dash-three-subparagraph-I, the probation against child labor which means we all go to jail because Isabel was seventeen when the company was founded. FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-twenty-one, where you are going to have to certify that your facilities are not segregated,,,”
“But we don’t have any facilities!” Alex protested.
“That brings up FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-six,” Charles droned on. “The Davis-Bacon Act that requires you to pay prevailing union wages for all construction projects,,,”
“But we’re not doing any construction,,,” Alex exclaimed in disbelief.
“As if that matters,” Charles chuckled. “Now we’re getting to the big leagues, FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-twenty-five. Your Department of Labor approved Affirmative Action Program, which is not to be confused with FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-twenty-six, your Equal Opportunity program, also approved by the Department of Labor. Next we have FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-thirty-five, your Equal Opportunity program for veterans, which is followed by FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-thirty-six, which is your Equal Opportunity program for disabled persons, neither of which are to be confused with FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-thirty-seven, your Equal Opportunity program specific to disabled veterans.”
“I think my ears are going to bleed,” Isabel moaned.
“Really?” Charles quipped. “These are just the references that I recognize and there are at least five more that I’m not going to bother to look up.”
“It sounds to me like we don’t go near this company,” Phillip weighed in.
“Not necessarily,” Charles answered cautiously. “As I said, we don’t want to get into a relationship with Pangborn as a sub-contractor, but there is nothing that prevents them from simply issuing a purchase order and buying our product. The main thing is that I don’t want anyone, “ Charles emphasized as he looked directly at Isabel, “Having anything to do with this company unless I’m there.”
“It can’t be that bad,,,” Alex protested, not wanting an opportunity to provide for Isabel to slip away.
“I mean it!” Charles exclaimed. “I can’t emphasize enough that it’s a whole different world when you start playing with the government.” He paused to take a swig of his drink before turning to face Isabel directly. “If you make a mistake with Leprino, that’s a bad business decision. If you get into a sub-contractor relationship with the DoD (Department of Defense) through Pangborn, that same mistake becomes a criminal offense. You have to understand, we spend our entire careers being told that we are overpaid and incompetent so a certain siege mentality becomes inbreeded into our psyche. So if a government worker makes a mistake, it is excused as an honest mistake made by an overworked employee facing an impossible situation. On the other hand if an outside entity makes the exact same mistake the government takes the position that it is a deliberate attempt by an evil defense contractor to screw the government, and even the most minor discrepancy is reported up the chain of command where a criminal investigation almost inevitably follows. Now do you really want to be a sub-contractor in that environment?”
“Do we even want to be doing business with them, especially,,,” Phillip asked tentatively while pointing skyward.
“I don’t see any problem so long as it is on our terms,” Charles answered.
“So you want me to get your schedule and then set up a meeting?” Isabel asked. Noticing Charles turn to Phillip she turned her attention to her father as well, waiting for him to weigh in.
“Sounds good to me,” Phillip answered facing Charles. “I have no experience dealing with the government so I defer to your judgment.”
Juanita placed the check at Phillips elbow as she passed by, but saw Alex reach for it out of the corner of her eye. Alex had just enough time to notice that the tab was well over a hundred dollars before Juanita slapped his hand away.
“What?” Phillip said in confusion. “Dinner’s on the kids.”
“Oh No! Senior Evans,” Juanita protested. “The tab is mostly alcohol, and it would be against the law for me to accept their money for a tab with even one drink on it.”
“Thanks for dinner, Daddies,” Isabel teased as they climbed out of their seat while Alex stayed stone faced, afraid to draw attention to himself. “We’ve got to get to school.”
“I should have known this was too good to be true,” Charles grumbled as he reached into his pocket. “I’ll flip you for it.”
“Heads,” Phillip called it in the air.
Charles caught the coin and showed it to Juanita. “Lucky you Senior Evans,” she exclaimed as she reached and took his card.
**********
Later that evening the teens were enjoying what was a warm clear night for late October, and while there weren’t as many stars visible closer to the lights of Roswell, there were still enough to keep the young lovers enthralled. Isabel sat snuggled into her mates side, no words necessary, but their silence was shattered by a buzzing coming from Isabel’s pocket. Sensing her unwillingness to move, he fished the offensive instrument out of her pocket and answered it.
“Evening Mrs. Evans,,,” he replied politely.
“No, we just lost track of the time, we’ll be home shortly.”
He listened a moment longer, “No, I understand. Isabel sends her love, me too.” Alex closed her phone with a smile and slipped it back into her pocket.”
“Hummm?” she asked lazily.
“How would you like an experience that every normal high school girl has at least once in their life?” he quipped.
Isabel turned into him and started toying with the collar of his shirt. “You’re going to bend me over the edge of the table and make me your woman forever?” she asked breathlessly.
“Something like that,” he teased. “We just got grounded for breaking curfew.”
“What?” she asked in amazement. “You mean I crossed time and space to be here without you? We’ve run from the FBI and our enemies? We’ve killed to protect each other, and now we’re grounded?”
“Yup,” he replied with a laugh. Three nights, separate houses.”
“Actually it’ll be only for tonight. Mom and Dad are going to be in Albuquerque tomorrow,” Isabel said reassuringly as she pulled out her cell and speed dialed home. “Hi Mom.”
“Yes I know, and like I said we’re not going to talk about what we do because I don’t want to have to lie to you when there is something to lie about, but if you want to, you can reassure yourself by taking a drive out to the Taco Shack and you’ll see us sitting on top of a table watching the stars.”
“I know, but I just wanted to reassure you. Love you, be home soon.” She slipped the phone back into her pocket.
“Ahhmm, shouldn’t we get going?” he asked, yet not moving a muscle.
“In a minute. I’m too comfortable right now,” she replied lazily. “Besides, I’m not afraid of Gloria.”
“Mom?” he asked, a tremor in his voice. “What does my mom have to do with this?”
“My mom would have called your mom before calling us, silly,” she teased.
“Aw Frack!” Alex exclaimed, bolting upright and flying off the side of the table.
“Sweetie! What’s wrong?” Isabel asked, trying not to laugh, well at least not laugh too much.
“What’s wrong?” Alex declared in amazement. “What’s wrong? Only the end of life as we know it!” He brushed himself off and then grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the car.
“What’s the hurry?” she teased, relishing his reaction to their non-crisis.
“Maybe if we get there quickly she’ll take it easy on us, well me, anyways.” He thought a moment longer. “As a matter of fact you’ll have to escort me up to my room and tuck me in. Mom won’t do anything to me if you’re there. You have alien powers and can protect me.”
Isabel relented and willingly settled behind the wheel when he opened the door for her. “Sweetie, your mom doesn’t know anything about my powers.”
“Yes she does,” he declared. “She must know on some instinctive mom level. She’s scared of you and for as long as I can remember I haven’t seen her afraid of anyone.”
Several minutes later, Gloria heard the kitchen door close. “You understand that you’re grounded, right?”
“Yes Mom,” Isabel answered with a smile as she entered the living room.
“Where’s Alex?” Gloria asked, looking around in confusion.
“Separate houses, right? He’s at mine,” Isabel answered softly as she bent and kissed the older woman on the cheek. “Good night.”
‘I’m not even going to ask,’ Gloria thought to herself. “Night! Sweet dreams,” she added belatedly.
**********
”Daddy?” Isabel asked softly.
“Iz?” Phillip asked uncertainly, looking around the strange landscape. “Is that you? Where are we?”
“We’re at the Pecos River crossing Daddy,” Isabel explained as she came into his range of vision.
Phillip turned towards her voice, finding his daughter slowly approaching.
“Don’t be afraid, Daddy,” she implored.
Isabel looked beautiful in her favorite red satin pajamas, but what struck Phillip the most was her face and hair. “You look radiant,” he said.
“That’s not real,” she replied modestly. “It’s the way you see me.”
“What it this place?” he asked in wonder while looking around.
“This is my realm,” she answered confidently. “We’re on the dream plane.”
“Why?”
“This evening I could see that you still doubt Alex. My feelings for him. That you can’t trust him with me,,,”
“Iz, I trust you with him,,,”
“Not to the degree that I need you to,” Isabel said with determination as she took her fathers hands in her own. “I have something that you need to see.”
Isabel faded from sight as the parking lot became illuminated by a group of small firebrands that hissed and danced around the parking lot. In the fading light from these fires Phillip could see Max kneeling in front of his jeep, being supported by Liz. “What’s happening?” Phillip screamed in panic.
“This is the night Tess attacked us, Daddy. You’re seeing what happened through my eyes,” Isabel explained softly. I need you to pay attention, because if you blink, you’re going to miss it.”
Phillip watched as Isabel’s attention returned to Tess, who visage was almost obscured by a bright yellow ball of boiling energy that grew in size as it flew towards them. “Noooo!!!” they heard as a face flashed in their vision, the moment before the energy bolt struck and exploded into a pool of blazing splinters.
The bright light faded into an inky black sky bedazzled with countless stars as Isabel stepped back in front of her father, again taking his hands in hers.
“Alex?” Phillip asked in amazement.
“Yes Daddy,” Isabel answered with a glowing smile. “That was my Alex. He didn’t hesitate. He took a shot that was meant for me, that would have killed me,,,”
“But Max could heal him, or you for that matter,,,”
“No Daddy, Alex had just been in a connection with Max while he was healed. Max was tapped out. He couldn’t heal anyone, and Alex knew that. In fact, Alex would have died if not for the fact that Liz called for help from Ava.”
Phillip’s jaw dropped as he took in what his daughter was telling him, as well as what she wasn’t. “Alex didn’t know about Ava, did he?”
Isabel only smiled in response. “Daddy, I have plans for Alex, and I can only hope that we have as much happiness as you have found with Mom. I need you to know that he’ll take care of me.” Moments later the stars started to dim as Isabel’s visage faded. “I’m going to let you go back to sleep now, will you be alright Daddy?”
“I’ll be fine,” he answered as he quickly leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Night-night Daddy, I’ll be home for breakfast,,,” he heard as her voice faded.”
Diane woke to a cool bed, the warmth and comfort of her husband’s presence missing. As she entered the hallway, headed for the kitchen and a cool glass of milk, she found Phillip leaning against Alex’s doorframe as he watched the young man sleep. Holding his finger to his lips, he silent proceeded his wife down the stairs.
“What were you doing upstairs?” Diane asked softly as she placed two mugs of ‘Sleepy-time’ tea instead of her usual glass of milk.
“He’s good for her, isn’t he?” Phillip asked offhandedly.
“You’re just figuring this out now?” Diane teased.
“I just thought we’d have more time,” he sighed.
“Are you okay with this?” Diane asked softly.
“I’m getting there,” Phillip explained with a smile. “I had a conversation with Isabel. ‘She has a plan,’” he added while making air quotes.
“Didn’t you have a conversation with Alex?” Diane asked in surprise. “Doesn’t he have a plan?”
“Oh, Alex has a plan alright, college, career, their family, he’s going to make a good life for her, but for the short term I think Alex is just enjoying the ride,,,”
“Um-hum. He’s already learned that about her.”
“He’ll just go along with whatever schedule she’s working with,” Phillip laughed in reply, before turning serious. “Do you think they’ll make it through college?”
“College?” Diane exclaimed. “This is Isabel we’re talking about. You’ll be lucky if she makes it through high school. I just hope she doesn’t hurt the poor boy.”
TBC
Chapter 22-A Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
MONDAY,,, Isabel’s Birthday Week
Alex wearily walked to their table and slumped onto the bench besides Isabel, interrupting her talk with Maria and Liz.
“What happened to you?” Liz challenged. “You look like a horse that was ridden hard and put away wet.”
“Yea, and then hit by a truck,” Maria teased. “And yet Isabel is immaculately turned out, in fact she is positively glowing,” she added, her voice rising in excitement as she sensed gossip.
“Hey, take it easy on Alex,” Isabel teased. “I have it on good authority his girlfriend had a rough weekend. He’s been on hair brushing detail for three evenings straight.”
“I have the strongest right arm in all of West Roswell High,” Alex quipped proudly.
Liz instinctively turned to watch Maria take a deep breath, slapping the blond pixie before she could say anything. Isabel meanwhile, shook her head and turned to her boyfriend. “Easy there Sweetie. You’re not helping.”
“What do you expect. I didn’t get much sleep this weekend,” Alex deadpanned.
“Did Isabel need help with her horny time?” Liz teased in a little girl voice.
“What?” Alex sighed, turning to Liz, but in doing so he noticed what Isabel had been reading. “Oh no you don’t!” he exclaimed as he reached over and snatched the magazine out from in front of her.
“Hey! Mi magasene,” Isabel protested with a mouth full of her fluffernutter and sardine sandwich.
“No more Cosmo for you,” Alex explained as he stuffed the offending periodical into his backpack. “It gives you ideas.”
“I thought you like my ideas,” Isabel replied with a pout. “It certainly seemed like it at the time.”
“Izzy, you stuck your finger where no finger was meant to go,,, I was violated!” Alex exclaimed in a poor Chris Rock imitation.
“Fred didn’t seem to mind,” Isabel countered, the truth of which caused Alex to drop any further comment on the subject.
“Oh poor Alex, did Isabel tie you up and have her way with you?” Liz teased.
Alex shook his head while Isabel’s brows shot skyward. ‘That idea may have some merit,’ she thought to herself.
“So, do Czechoslovakians use pads and tampons like the rest of people?” Maria asked in a voice just loud enough to cause Michael, who was approaching the table, to alter course by fifteen degrees and continue on past.
“Ria!” Liz gasped. “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Girlfriend, you should be thanking me,” Maria answered. “I doubt that the dynamic duo here would be quite so entertaining if the ‘Brooding Brother’ sat down with us. Besides when I get him in the Eraser Room I’ll give him ‘in panties’ privileges. He won’t even remember his name let alone what we were talking about. Now girlfriends,” Maria probed, turning her attention back where it belonged, “What did happen this weekend?”
“Sweetie? Sodas?” Isabel asked as she reached into her blouse and plucked out several bills that she had stashed in her bra for convenience. Alex simply shrugged and unfolded himself from the comfort of the table as if the weight of the world was on his broad shoulders, but he was more than willing to perform this Herculean task for his mate. Besides he didn’t want to have any idea what Isabel was about to tell his girlfriends.
Moments later as Alex was unfolding the soda money he was interrupted at the machine.
“Dude!” Malamoot exclaimed as he blocked Alex’s access to the machine. “I’ll give you ten dollars for those bills.”
Alex simply ignored him as he reached to insert his money.
“Twenty, if they’re still warm!” Malamoot cried out desperately.
Alex finished his transaction and transferred the bottles of Cherry Coke and Orange Fanta into one hand before facing his tormentor. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small card. “Here’s a two for one card for the Taco Shack. Why don’t you take Pam Troy there after school and feed her. I’m sure she’ll be good for what ails ya.”
Malamoot just looked at the card and smiled as Alex returned to his table.
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TUESDAY, Isabel’s Birthday Week
Isabel looked over to her mate as she drove them to school. She had something that she had to ask him, although she desperately didn’t want to. She trusted him absolutely, but with their meeting this afternoon, she couldn’t put it off any longer. “Alex?” she asked softly.
“Yea?” he responded, turning to face him slowly.
“There’s something,,,” her voice trailed off.
“Oh frack,” Alex mumbled. “We’re not going back to that, are we?”
“I don’t know, you tell me?” she rebutted, his comment stiffing her resolve.
Alex opened their connection, reassuring her.
“Are you keeping secrets from me?” Isabel asked hesitantly.
“Well,,, yea,,,” Alex replied slowly, “But not really. My girlfriend is having as birthday after all,,,”
“I found that some money is missing, and I need to know if it’s something I need to bring up this afternoon.”
“How much money?” he asked, a definite tremor in his voice..
“About six thousand dollars.”
“About?” he replied incredulously. “Isabel? Are you guessing?”
“Six thousand seven hundred ninety seven dollars and twenty-five cents.” (5542.89€)
“Oh, that money,” Alex murmured, trying to hide his relief. “Izzy, I’m working on a project with Michael and the Granolith. It’s to benefit the group, if we can pull it off. I didn’t say anything to you until I knew if it was going to work out. I know I should have asked you first,,,”
“Oh God no Sweetie,,,” Isabel gasped, ashamed at the turn the conversation had taken. “I can’t believe I’m being such a bitch,,,”
“Bitch?” Alex asked in amusement. “What makes you think you’re being a bitch?”
“I can’t believe I’m questioning you about money as if I’m some kind of overly possessive wife,,,”
“Just because you’re watching out for our future and all,,,”
“You’ve built this company from nothing,,, I,,, I can’t believe I questioned you about your own money,,,” she wailed as she slid his car into their parking place and slammed the car into park.”
“Izzy, Sweetheart,” Alex pleaded as he took her hands in his own, forcing her to turn and look at him. “First things first. Our company, our money, remember?” He put a finger on her lip to silence her pending protest. “Without you I would be nothing more than another computer geek with all these wonderful skills and no idea of how to parlay them into a viable livelihood. Besides, if it wasn’t for some of my little green-blooded girlfriends abilities rubbing off on me, I don’t think I’d be half as successful as I am. And speaking of my little green girlfriend, everyone knows that she’s the real brains of the operation.”
“Alex,,,”
“Besides, it’s your job to keep an eye on our money, in case someone cracks out accounts,,,” Alex paused in thought for a moment. “Izzy? How did you find out about this so quick? I figured I had a month to get this project completed and talk to you before the statement came in the mail.”
“Sweetie!” Isabel teased as she pulled her hands from his and stepped out of the car. “You should know by now you can’t pull anything like that over on me.”
“E-banking?”
“I check it at least once a day,” Isabel said laughingly as she took his hand and headed into the school.
Alex breathed a sigh of relief, for she had only been checking their joint accounts. He shuddered to think of what she would do when she found the damage he had done to his old college savings fund.
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Maria rushed into the Crashdown, practically running into the break room, slamming the door closed behind her. She emerged moments later struggling to put her antenna on while clutching a small white bag in her other hand.
Michael was already hard at work, bent over his grill, his trademark bandana already ringed with sweat. He looked up as the blond pixie dropped her cargo on his prep table. “Late again,” he mumbled. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“Put up with me?” she snapped back. “You should consider yourself lucky that I’ll have your groomingly challenged ass. If I ever smarten up and dump your sorry ass you’d end up spending your Friday nights sitting around the Seven-Eleven swapping lies with Malamoot and his band of losers with no better prospect than seeing Pam Troy’s two sized to small thong line on her sweat pants covered ass.”
“Do you realize you just managed to use the word ass three times in one breath?”
“Aagghh,” Maria moaned theatrically. “Why do I bother,,,”
“Ria!” Liz called through the serving window. “Stop flirting with your boyfriend and get out here and help me. Kyle’s going from table to table stealing off everyone’s plate and if we don’t feed him quick there’s going to be trouble.”
Maria spun on her heel and stormed through the door, “Flirting? With the burger-slayer in there? Po-leeze. But you put Alex Manes on that stool and I’ll show you some flirting. Did you see his listing on Lucinda Barker’s web site? He’s the only guy who ever scored four tongues,,,”
Michael watched longingly as the door swung closed behind his girlfriend before turning his attention back to the grill. He slapped out several small fires that had erupted while he was distracted and lifted a basket of Saturn Rings out of the fryer, noticing with relief that they were just slightly more golden brown than usual. With everything under control he lifted the bakery bag and took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and pictured Maria driving all the way down to Midway and browbeating the servers until they went into the back for two crullers, fresh from the cooker and still dripping oil, just the way he liked them.
Unable to resist any longer, he reached for a bottle of Tabasco and then ripped into the bag, already tasting one of his favorite treats. But his anticipation turned to surprise as his hand closed on a small swath of delicate fabric. He pulled it out and held it up to look at it.
“Michael!” Maria gasped desperately. “Put them in your pocket right now or they will be the last pair of my panties you will ever see.” Sensing that he was both surprised and somewhat embarrassed by her gift, she relented, once her garment was safely tucked away. “That’s just a little taste of what you’re going to get later,” she promised breathlessly.
Meanwhile at Senior Chow’s, Phillip found himself in the midst of pending crisis. “Not tonight, Juanita!” he protested as she reached for his usual Dewer’s White Label Scotch. “Tonight is a special occasion. Do you have the ‘King’s Crest’ single malt I asked for?”
“Sí Senior,” Juanita answered graciously. “Just like you requested. We also have the bottle of Booker’s Kentucky Bourbon that you ordered.”
Phillip turned to Charles, “If you like Black Jack, (Daniels) you’re going to love this.” He turned back to Juanita. “Our designated drivers are here, so there’s no reason not to have our first round now. Doubles please por farvor.”
“You seem to be enjoying yourself more than usual, Daddy,” Isabel teased.
“Why not?” Phillip quipped. “This is your meeting, and you’re picking up the tab.”
“Daddy!” Isabel protested while Alex just smiled and shook his head.
“Serves him right for wrenching my only daughter from the arms of her loving family,” Phillip lamented dramatically.
“The way she’s been acting the past couple of days you should be thanking me,” Alex quipped.
“Hey!” Isabel protested, slapping her mate across the chest gently. “Just for that, dinner’s coming out of your share.”
“Everything comes out of my share,” Alex moaned, playing to his audience while at the same time sending Isabel a mental caress indicating that he was just joining in with the teasing. ”I do admire the financial work you’re doing to provide for our future,” he added.
“You just keep doing what you’re doing, and I’ll make sure we’ll have a good life,” Isabel promised in reply. “I’ll even throw in a couple of perks,” she added as she reached under the table and gave his thigh a squeeze.
Juanita showed up with their beverages, heavy lead-crystal Old Fashioned glasses of dark amber libations for the two company’s directors, and a cherry-coke and orange soda in cheap plastic cups for the teens. Charles took note of Alex discretely adding Tabasco to both of their drinks from his private stash then leaned over to nudge Phillip, nodding at his son, “Maybe you should take it a little easy on the boy. Whatever mojo Isabel seems to have is rubbing off on him.”
“Oh don’t worry about this,” Phillip quipped as he held up his glass and admired the rich color of his scotch. “This won’t cost him anything compared to the damage Isabel’s going to do to him come Christmas.”
“Daddy, you know that I budgeted this year’s Christmas expenses back in January,,,” Isabel countered.
“Your budgets are works of art Iz,” Phillip admitted with pride. “But I’m not talking about your printed documents with their various fonts and their brilliant color, I’m talking about the cold hard numbers on young Whitman’s future credit card bills.”
“But Daddy,” Isabel whined in her best little girl voice. “My Christmas shopping is eighty six point thirty-seven percent completed. The balance of my needs will only cost Alex about a thousand dollars. (836 €)”
“Wait! His share of your list equals a thousand dollars?” Phillip gasped. “That means my share was,,,”
“Just a little under seventy five hundred,” Isabel replied offhandedly. “Seven thousand four hundred sixty-two dollars and eleven cents (6240 €) to be exact. Don’t worry Daddy, I took it out of my allowance for the work I do in your office.”
Phillip’s face fell as Charles snickered. “You should know better than to try to pull anything over on her by now,” he quipped. Phillip’s reaction to this was cut off as Juanita returned to take their dinner orders. Once that was finished and she left with Phillip’s suddenly empty glass, Charles got the group down to work.
“I’m meeting with Patty from Leprino tomorrow to set up a meeting at their corporate headquarters in Denver,” Isabel reported. They’re going to roll out our software nation wide, starting with Denver.”
“And Alex?” Phillip queried.
“He’s not taking the Wednesday meeting,” Isabel replied. “I have an early out that afternoon and he has a class. Besides, I will get a lot more done with Patty without the distraction of having him in the room with her.”
“This Patty has a thing for him?” Phillip asked incredulously.
“Alex looked around the table defensively, but before he could react Isabel cut in, “I’ll have you know that Alex is very ‘thing’ worthy. In fact I’ve had to defend my man’s honor several times already.”
“The old Whitman charm in action,” Charles quipped.
“I don’t necessarily like the idea of you flying up to Denver and taking meetings,” Phillip lamented.
“We have to,” Alex replied passionately. “We’re the vendor. We need to meet at the client’s convenience, if for no other reason than to prove that we’re a large enough operation to be worthy of their business,,,”
“That’s not the kind of protest he has,” Isabel interrupted. “Daddy, we won’t do anything in Denver we can’t do right here in Roswell,,,”
Noticing Phillip’s face take on a purple cast, Alex turned on his girlfriend. “What did I tell you about baiting your father?”
“Sorry Daddy,” Isabel said softly, surprisingly contritely. “But you have to admit. Both you and Mom and Charles and Gloria do overnights. It’s part of living in Roswell and being so far away from everything.”
“So it’s definitely an overnight to Denver for this meeting?” Phillip asked skeptically.
“Yes! At least overnight, Monday into Tuesday so Alex can be back to teach his class at Eastern on Tuesday evening. That means if they plan a full day on Monday, we’ll have to fly out Sunday,” Isabel answered thoughtfully. “We’re already setting things up with our teachers. We’re going to need time off for the planning meeting, and then at least one long weekend for the install. We don’t yet know what the time table will be for the rest of their plants.”
“And where are these plants?” Phillip asked.
“Nine plants strategically sited along an imaginary line running from California to central New York state,” Alex answered without hesitation. “We’ll have to do an evaluation trip to each plant, but I think Leprino is going to try to do some of the install themselves to save money.”
“More trips,” Phillip muttered, draining his glass.
“How are these distances going to affect your revenue projections?” Charles asked.
“It should be revenue neutral to us,” Isabel answered. “After the plant evaluation, Alex will work up a hardware bill of materials, which we will purchase from CSC, thanks to our Brody connection. The hardware will come here, we’ll set the equipment up and install all of the software. Then Leprino will be responsible for shipping the equipment from their Roswell plant to the remote plant.”
“In fact it works in our favor,” Alex added. “Once the plant evaluation is completed and the equipment is ready for install, there is nothing left but the grunt work of physically placing it on a desk and plugging it in. The fact that we did the install on their first plant was serendipitous to the fact that it was right here in Roswell. Leprino doesn’t want to pay for travel or lodging expenses for an install team any more than we want to take the time off from school to do the lumpa work.”
“Is that going to cause any problems or delays?” Phillip asked with concern. “We would want to be held harmless if they have any issues.”
“Not a problem,” Alex replied confidently. “The existing networks in these plants are right out of the stone age, and they have had to develop some real gurus, either in house or under contract, to keep them running. They don’t need us for hardware, they need us for software development and system integration,,,”
“Which is really where the margins are, although your point is well taken,” Isabel interrupted. “We’ll add language codifying it.”
“Okay for Leprino,” Charles concluded. “Next item of business.”
“We have a request for a quote (RFQ) from Pangborn Engineering,” Isabel continued in a slightly hesitant voice, “Although I have to admit it’s like no other RFQ I’ve ever seen before.”
“Pangborn? From Alamogordo?” Charles challenged. “Out by White Sands. They’re a prime defense contractor. Let me see that.” Charles skimmed the document, his professional eye already knowing what he was looking for.
“There’s a number of things in there I’ve never seen before,” Isabel related. “Far for one.”
“F-A-R,” Charles corrected. “The Federal Acquisition Rules. They are the Ten Commandments of governmental procurement and are a system of laws onto themselves.” Charles skipped back and forth between the pages of the document. “What I don’t understand is why they want to enter into a sub-contractor relationship with Aries.”
“Why not us?” Alex challenged. “This could be the client that puts us over the top.”
“FAR nineteen-dot-one-oh-two is included by reference,” Charles quoted. “One little sentence, which tells you to look up the listing in the FAR. So you look up FAR nineteen-dot-one-oh-two and find three paragraphs that require to generate a size classification for your company with the Small Business Administration. Next go to the S.B.A. and you’re working with a book three inches thick. In that book are the North American Industrial Classification System (NAICS, pronounced Na-sis) listings. You’re going to have to go through the listings, usually with a hired consultant, and select the NAICS classification that best fits your business. You’re also required to select a corresponding classification from the older Standard Industrial Classification (SIC, pronounced Sick) system, which should be interesting since it predates most of the current computer industry, but some federal agencies still use SIC codes. Then you utilize your NAICS and SIC codes to determine your size rating before you register to be listed with the SBA.”
“What’s that going to cost?” Phillip asked skeptically.
“A lot of time and a lot of money,” Charles answered. “But that’s just nineteen-dot-one-oh-two. Next we have FAR nineteen-dot-six-oh-two, Certificate of Competency, where you’re going to have to prove you can perform the work. FAR fifty-two-dot-two-one-two-dash-three-subparagraph-I, the probation against child labor which means we all go to jail because Isabel was seventeen when the company was founded. FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-twenty-one, where you are going to have to certify that your facilities are not segregated,,,”
“But we don’t have any facilities!” Alex protested.
“That brings up FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-six,” Charles droned on. “The Davis-Bacon Act that requires you to pay prevailing union wages for all construction projects,,,”
“But we’re not doing any construction,,,” Alex exclaimed in disbelief.
“As if that matters,” Charles chuckled. “Now we’re getting to the big leagues, FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-twenty-five. Your Department of Labor approved Affirmative Action Program, which is not to be confused with FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-twenty-six, your Equal Opportunity program, also approved by the Department of Labor. Next we have FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-thirty-five, your Equal Opportunity program for veterans, which is followed by FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-thirty-six, which is your Equal Opportunity program for disabled persons, neither of which are to be confused with FAR fifty-two-dot-two-two-two-dash-thirty-seven, your Equal Opportunity program specific to disabled veterans.”
“I think my ears are going to bleed,” Isabel moaned.
“Really?” Charles quipped. “These are just the references that I recognize and there are at least five more that I’m not going to bother to look up.”
“It sounds to me like we don’t go near this company,” Phillip weighed in.
“Not necessarily,” Charles answered cautiously. “As I said, we don’t want to get into a relationship with Pangborn as a sub-contractor, but there is nothing that prevents them from simply issuing a purchase order and buying our product. The main thing is that I don’t want anyone, “ Charles emphasized as he looked directly at Isabel, “Having anything to do with this company unless I’m there.”
“It can’t be that bad,,,” Alex protested, not wanting an opportunity to provide for Isabel to slip away.
“I mean it!” Charles exclaimed. “I can’t emphasize enough that it’s a whole different world when you start playing with the government.” He paused to take a swig of his drink before turning to face Isabel directly. “If you make a mistake with Leprino, that’s a bad business decision. If you get into a sub-contractor relationship with the DoD (Department of Defense) through Pangborn, that same mistake becomes a criminal offense. You have to understand, we spend our entire careers being told that we are overpaid and incompetent so a certain siege mentality becomes inbreeded into our psyche. So if a government worker makes a mistake, it is excused as an honest mistake made by an overworked employee facing an impossible situation. On the other hand if an outside entity makes the exact same mistake the government takes the position that it is a deliberate attempt by an evil defense contractor to screw the government, and even the most minor discrepancy is reported up the chain of command where a criminal investigation almost inevitably follows. Now do you really want to be a sub-contractor in that environment?”
“Do we even want to be doing business with them, especially,,,” Phillip asked tentatively while pointing skyward.
“I don’t see any problem so long as it is on our terms,” Charles answered.
“So you want me to get your schedule and then set up a meeting?” Isabel asked. Noticing Charles turn to Phillip she turned her attention to her father as well, waiting for him to weigh in.
“Sounds good to me,” Phillip answered facing Charles. “I have no experience dealing with the government so I defer to your judgment.”
Juanita placed the check at Phillips elbow as she passed by, but saw Alex reach for it out of the corner of her eye. Alex had just enough time to notice that the tab was well over a hundred dollars before Juanita slapped his hand away.
“What?” Phillip said in confusion. “Dinner’s on the kids.”
“Oh No! Senior Evans,” Juanita protested. “The tab is mostly alcohol, and it would be against the law for me to accept their money for a tab with even one drink on it.”
“Thanks for dinner, Daddies,” Isabel teased as they climbed out of their seat while Alex stayed stone faced, afraid to draw attention to himself. “We’ve got to get to school.”
“I should have known this was too good to be true,” Charles grumbled as he reached into his pocket. “I’ll flip you for it.”
“Heads,” Phillip called it in the air.
Charles caught the coin and showed it to Juanita. “Lucky you Senior Evans,” she exclaimed as she reached and took his card.
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Later that evening the teens were enjoying what was a warm clear night for late October, and while there weren’t as many stars visible closer to the lights of Roswell, there were still enough to keep the young lovers enthralled. Isabel sat snuggled into her mates side, no words necessary, but their silence was shattered by a buzzing coming from Isabel’s pocket. Sensing her unwillingness to move, he fished the offensive instrument out of her pocket and answered it.
“Evening Mrs. Evans,,,” he replied politely.
“No, we just lost track of the time, we’ll be home shortly.”
He listened a moment longer, “No, I understand. Isabel sends her love, me too.” Alex closed her phone with a smile and slipped it back into her pocket.”
“Hummm?” she asked lazily.
“How would you like an experience that every normal high school girl has at least once in their life?” he quipped.
Isabel turned into him and started toying with the collar of his shirt. “You’re going to bend me over the edge of the table and make me your woman forever?” she asked breathlessly.
“Something like that,” he teased. “We just got grounded for breaking curfew.”
“What?” she asked in amazement. “You mean I crossed time and space to be here without you? We’ve run from the FBI and our enemies? We’ve killed to protect each other, and now we’re grounded?”
“Yup,” he replied with a laugh. Three nights, separate houses.”
“Actually it’ll be only for tonight. Mom and Dad are going to be in Albuquerque tomorrow,” Isabel said reassuringly as she pulled out her cell and speed dialed home. “Hi Mom.”
“Yes I know, and like I said we’re not going to talk about what we do because I don’t want to have to lie to you when there is something to lie about, but if you want to, you can reassure yourself by taking a drive out to the Taco Shack and you’ll see us sitting on top of a table watching the stars.”
“I know, but I just wanted to reassure you. Love you, be home soon.” She slipped the phone back into her pocket.
“Ahhmm, shouldn’t we get going?” he asked, yet not moving a muscle.
“In a minute. I’m too comfortable right now,” she replied lazily. “Besides, I’m not afraid of Gloria.”
“Mom?” he asked, a tremor in his voice. “What does my mom have to do with this?”
“My mom would have called your mom before calling us, silly,” she teased.
“Aw Frack!” Alex exclaimed, bolting upright and flying off the side of the table.
“Sweetie! What’s wrong?” Isabel asked, trying not to laugh, well at least not laugh too much.
“What’s wrong?” Alex declared in amazement. “What’s wrong? Only the end of life as we know it!” He brushed himself off and then grabbed her hand, dragging her towards the car.
“What’s the hurry?” she teased, relishing his reaction to their non-crisis.
“Maybe if we get there quickly she’ll take it easy on us, well me, anyways.” He thought a moment longer. “As a matter of fact you’ll have to escort me up to my room and tuck me in. Mom won’t do anything to me if you’re there. You have alien powers and can protect me.”
Isabel relented and willingly settled behind the wheel when he opened the door for her. “Sweetie, your mom doesn’t know anything about my powers.”
“Yes she does,” he declared. “She must know on some instinctive mom level. She’s scared of you and for as long as I can remember I haven’t seen her afraid of anyone.”
Several minutes later, Gloria heard the kitchen door close. “You understand that you’re grounded, right?”
“Yes Mom,” Isabel answered with a smile as she entered the living room.
“Where’s Alex?” Gloria asked, looking around in confusion.
“Separate houses, right? He’s at mine,” Isabel answered softly as she bent and kissed the older woman on the cheek. “Good night.”
‘I’m not even going to ask,’ Gloria thought to herself. “Night! Sweet dreams,” she added belatedly.
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”Daddy?” Isabel asked softly.
“Iz?” Phillip asked uncertainly, looking around the strange landscape. “Is that you? Where are we?”
“We’re at the Pecos River crossing Daddy,” Isabel explained as she came into his range of vision.
Phillip turned towards her voice, finding his daughter slowly approaching.
“Don’t be afraid, Daddy,” she implored.
Isabel looked beautiful in her favorite red satin pajamas, but what struck Phillip the most was her face and hair. “You look radiant,” he said.
“That’s not real,” she replied modestly. “It’s the way you see me.”
“What it this place?” he asked in wonder while looking around.
“This is my realm,” she answered confidently. “We’re on the dream plane.”
“Why?”
“This evening I could see that you still doubt Alex. My feelings for him. That you can’t trust him with me,,,”
“Iz, I trust you with him,,,”
“Not to the degree that I need you to,” Isabel said with determination as she took her fathers hands in her own. “I have something that you need to see.”
Isabel faded from sight as the parking lot became illuminated by a group of small firebrands that hissed and danced around the parking lot. In the fading light from these fires Phillip could see Max kneeling in front of his jeep, being supported by Liz. “What’s happening?” Phillip screamed in panic.
“This is the night Tess attacked us, Daddy. You’re seeing what happened through my eyes,” Isabel explained softly. I need you to pay attention, because if you blink, you’re going to miss it.”
Phillip watched as Isabel’s attention returned to Tess, who visage was almost obscured by a bright yellow ball of boiling energy that grew in size as it flew towards them. “Noooo!!!” they heard as a face flashed in their vision, the moment before the energy bolt struck and exploded into a pool of blazing splinters.
The bright light faded into an inky black sky bedazzled with countless stars as Isabel stepped back in front of her father, again taking his hands in hers.
“Alex?” Phillip asked in amazement.
“Yes Daddy,” Isabel answered with a glowing smile. “That was my Alex. He didn’t hesitate. He took a shot that was meant for me, that would have killed me,,,”
“But Max could heal him, or you for that matter,,,”
“No Daddy, Alex had just been in a connection with Max while he was healed. Max was tapped out. He couldn’t heal anyone, and Alex knew that. In fact, Alex would have died if not for the fact that Liz called for help from Ava.”
Phillip’s jaw dropped as he took in what his daughter was telling him, as well as what she wasn’t. “Alex didn’t know about Ava, did he?”
Isabel only smiled in response. “Daddy, I have plans for Alex, and I can only hope that we have as much happiness as you have found with Mom. I need you to know that he’ll take care of me.” Moments later the stars started to dim as Isabel’s visage faded. “I’m going to let you go back to sleep now, will you be alright Daddy?”
“I’ll be fine,” he answered as he quickly leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“Night-night Daddy, I’ll be home for breakfast,,,” he heard as her voice faded.”
Diane woke to a cool bed, the warmth and comfort of her husband’s presence missing. As she entered the hallway, headed for the kitchen and a cool glass of milk, she found Phillip leaning against Alex’s doorframe as he watched the young man sleep. Holding his finger to his lips, he silent proceeded his wife down the stairs.
“What were you doing upstairs?” Diane asked softly as she placed two mugs of ‘Sleepy-time’ tea instead of her usual glass of milk.
“He’s good for her, isn’t he?” Phillip asked offhandedly.
“You’re just figuring this out now?” Diane teased.
“I just thought we’d have more time,” he sighed.
“Are you okay with this?” Diane asked softly.
“I’m getting there,” Phillip explained with a smile. “I had a conversation with Isabel. ‘She has a plan,’” he added while making air quotes.
“Didn’t you have a conversation with Alex?” Diane asked in surprise. “Doesn’t he have a plan?”
“Oh, Alex has a plan alright, college, career, their family, he’s going to make a good life for her, but for the short term I think Alex is just enjoying the ride,,,”
“Um-hum. He’s already learned that about her.”
“He’ll just go along with whatever schedule she’s working with,” Phillip laughed in reply, before turning serious. “Do you think they’ll make it through college?”
“College?” Diane exclaimed. “This is Isabel we’re talking about. You’ll be lucky if she makes it through high school. I just hope she doesn’t hurt the poor boy.”
TBC
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“Are you telling me that an Antarian woman would sleep with a strange man during their period?” Isabel asked incredulously.
“Sleep?” the Granolith replied in astonishment. “I would assume that sleep isn’t a priority as women typically rent men in groups of three. Wouldn’t sleep be a wasted endeavor under such circumstances?”
“Three?” Isabel gasped.
“Yes,” the Granolith replied evenly. “As mentioned, the woman is usually quite agitated, and we have found that if she focuses all of her attention on just one partner the useful service life of the male is greatly reduced due to injuries.”
“Alex!” Isabel demanded. “Do something!”
This next line was great, too, but I couldn't help but hear "Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!"
“Danger Alex Whitman! Danger!” the Granolith replied with a touch of alarm. “The bad moods of Princess Vilandra, while infrequent, are legendary on all of Antar Prime and throughout the Antarian Planetary Cluster. They are to be avoided at all cost. If the clone Isabel is anything like her royal sponsor,,,”
“Actually I believe her human donor was at least as volatile as Vilandra was. So unless you want a royal bitch slapping, I suggest you do as she asked,” Alex teased while looking over at Isabel who was also struggling to keep a straight face.
OMB!“Now I know why Max’s ears look like he’s sitting on the end of a runway waiting for clearance to take off,” Alex mumbled as he staggered behind his mate.
Poor Max!“Izzy, you stuck your finger where no finger was meant to go,,, I was violated!” Alex exclaimed in a poor Chris Rock imitation.
“Fred didn’t seem to mind,” Isabel countered, the truth of which caused Alex to drop any further comment on the subject.
“Oh poor Alex, did Isabel tie you up and have her way with you?” Liz teased.
Alex shook his head while Isabel’s brows shot skyward. ‘That idea may have some merit,’ she thought to herself.
Don't give her any ideas! She's got enough already! 
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How the HECK did I miss this new part and your little aside to me even? 
I am holding to the edge of my seat, Oh yeah.
Now I know how I missed it, its your fault you know?
You didn't beta it first, and you NEVER told me you posted. (I'm teasing ok?)
This is what i am so missing in the world of Roswell right now, YOUR WRITING. Awesome part with many awesome parts to follow it I am certain, (only talking this chapter as ever long as you intend it to be.) LOL
There were some great moments in this and I know I haven't read it enough to do it justice yet... I read, but i haven't ABSORBED.
I knew she was reading one of THOSE magazines, great scene and funny, loved how they all played off each other as people very comfortable with each other...
You so gotta LOVE Maria. She is so fast on her feet and such a diversionary tactic, and its all in her intrinsic make-up. Love the girl.
And I REPEAT.. WHAT THE HECK IS ALEX UP TOO?
Like I said I never see money like this... I can't even imagine the spending of that much for Christmas, much less anything I do for the ENTIRE YEAR. LOL . Ok I never spend that much for fun. There is probably that amount spent on essentials and things...
Ok I might have got a little lost in the Governmental stuff, but I know enough to know this... they need to keep as much away from the Gov as they can. I would feel much better if they passed on the entire contract altogether.
Loved the dreamwalk scene with Izzy and her Daddy, I think he really did need to see Alex from her perspective and to see what the boy has done and will do for her. Loved the way he watched him sleep. Now I can only wonder if that grounding and switching houses thing was so she could do this and to give her dad a view into his future son-in-law from the inside out.
Loved the whole thing, And this will be to David.. and you (I am only teasing the both of you)... as you mentioned taking a page from his style and going to post regularly and shorter, I can't help but wonder if he's taking a page from you and waiting longer between posts.. LOL Did you guys like do a brain swap or something???
David, You know I love you. And I seriously am teasing, I know your life is busy and I am thankful for whatever you can give when you can give.
And Paul, WOW life is granting you writing time? THATS AWESOME!!! Wish mine could do the same...
If you still want me to beta, LET ME KNOW... I Await e-mails from you.
Rhonda
I am holding to the edge of my seat, Oh yeah.Now I know how I missed it, its your fault you know?
You didn't beta it first, and you NEVER told me you posted. (I'm teasing ok?)
This is what i am so missing in the world of Roswell right now, YOUR WRITING. Awesome part with many awesome parts to follow it I am certain, (only talking this chapter as ever long as you intend it to be.) LOL
There were some great moments in this and I know I haven't read it enough to do it justice yet... I read, but i haven't ABSORBED.
“What?” Alex sighed, turning to Liz, but in doing so he noticed what Isabel had been reading. “Oh no you don’t!” he exclaimed as he reached over and snatched the magazine out from in front of her.
I knew she was reading one of THOSE magazines, great scene and funny, loved how they all played off each other as people very comfortable with each other...
“So, do Czechoslovakians use pads and tampons like the rest of people?” Maria asked in a voice just loud enough to cause Michael, who was approaching the table, to alter course by fifteen degrees and continue on past.
You so gotta LOVE Maria. She is so fast on her feet and such a diversionary tactic, and its all in her intrinsic make-up. Love the girl.
What the HECK is Alex up to? I love living in your fanatasy world, for I never see cash like that. EVER...“Six thousand seven hundred ninety seven dollars and twenty-five cents.” (5542.89€)
“Oh, that money,” Alex murmured, trying to hide his relief. “Izzy, I’m working on a project with Michael and the Granolith. It’s to benefit the group, if we can pull it off. I didn’t say anything to you until I knew if it was going to work out. I know I should have asked you first,,,”
And I REPEAT.. WHAT THE HECK IS ALEX UP TOO?
And do his parents know he tapped his account? And WHY!!!???? ... DANG I really hope the next part is here soon for I will die of anticipation during the waiting.Alex breathed a sigh of relief, for she had only been checking their joint accounts. He shuddered to think of what she would do when she found the damage he had done to his old college savings fund.
Like I said I never see money like this... I can't even imagine the spending of that much for Christmas, much less anything I do for the ENTIRE YEAR. LOL . Ok I never spend that much for fun. There is probably that amount spent on essentials and things...
What does the girl buy? And oh poor Philip, he is so waiting to hand her and her spending over to Alex, and she already spent that much of Daddy's money. LOL Poor Philip indeed.“Wait! His share of your list equals a thousand dollars?” Phillip gasped. “That means my share was,,,”
“Just a little under seventy five hundred,” Isabel replied offhandedly. “Seven thousand four hundred sixty-two dollars and eleven cents (6240 €) to be exact. Don’t worry Daddy, I took it out of my allowance for the work I do in your office.”
Phillip’s face fell as Charles snickered.
Ok I might have got a little lost in the Governmental stuff, but I know enough to know this... they need to keep as much away from the Gov as they can. I would feel much better if they passed on the entire contract altogether.
Loved the dreamwalk scene with Izzy and her Daddy, I think he really did need to see Alex from her perspective and to see what the boy has done and will do for her. Loved the way he watched him sleep. Now I can only wonder if that grounding and switching houses thing was so she could do this and to give her dad a view into his future son-in-law from the inside out.
Loved the whole thing, And this will be to David.. and you (I am only teasing the both of you)... as you mentioned taking a page from his style and going to post regularly and shorter, I can't help but wonder if he's taking a page from you and waiting longer between posts.. LOL Did you guys like do a brain swap or something???
David, You know I love you. And I seriously am teasing, I know your life is busy and I am thankful for whatever you can give when you can give.
And Paul, WOW life is granting you writing time? THATS AWESOME!!! Wish mine could do the same...
If you still want me to beta, LET ME KNOW... I Await e-mails from you.
Rhonda
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Stargazer Gets the Girl
Chapter 22-B Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
WEDNESDAY, Isabel’s Birthday Week
The following morning Isabel had already made her way home. She was in her kitchen and was talking quietly with her mom when Alex made his appearance. She looked at her mate, and her passion flared. There were creases on his face from his pillow, his hair was tussled, and he was still half asleep as evidenced by the fact that he was performing his morning scratching in front of an audience. Seeing his hand inside of his shirt gave her an idea. “Sweetie, give me your shirt,” she asked.
“What?” Alex replied in a sleep addled voice.
“I’m doing laundry,” Isabel continued in a tone of voice intended to insure compliance. “Take off your shirt and give it to me so I can wash it.”
Alex pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to his mate, not noticing the grin on her face as she rolled it up into a ball, held it tightly against her chest, drawing his scent from it.
Both teens missed the reaction of the other spectator to this little exhibition, as Diane’s brows crept up a good half inch. ‘What the hell is it with these kids?’ she wondered. ‘No one looked that good when I was in high school. Must be something in the water.’ Although Alex continued to be oblivious to his mates reactions, Diane suffered from no such deficit. She was not that far removed from her dating days after all, and she recognized all the signs in her daughter. ‘Oh yea, she got it bad.’ “Alex Hon,” she interjected sweetly. “Why don’t you go upstairs, take a shower, and put some clothes on.”
Alex looked down, and finding himself wearing nothing but his pj shorts, he stammered a quick “Yes Ma’am,” and practically ran from the room.
Diane’s amusement at this quickly turned to alarm as she saw her flushed daughter start to follow him upstairs. “And just where do you think you’re going young lady?” she demanded.
“I’m,,, ahhmm,,,” Isabel stammered, not used to being challenged, let alone in her own house.
“I think Alex is old enough to wash his tushie all by himself,” Diane continued in amusement. “On the other hand I think you had better stay down here where I can watch you until he’s finished.”
“But I,,,” Isabel held Alex’s shirt up in confusion.
“You’re not fooling me with that laundry line. Not only don’t you have enough time to do a load of wash before school, the washer and dryer are in the utility room off the garage, not upstairs. Now why don’t you do something nice for your boyfriend and make him a plate of pancakes?”
“Aw man,” Isabel whined as she tossed his shirt on her chair and bent to dig the griddle out from under the island. “You’ve been spending too much time with Gloria.”
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Later that afternoon, Isabel was on the way hone from her two hour meeting with the plant accountant at Leprino Foods. Although it was a productive meeting, her mind had been elsewhere. It hadn’t been able to spend any private time with her mate all day, so she was looking forward to getting home and spending the evening with him. ‘Maybe I can get him to play with me,’ she thought as she pulled Alex’s car into her driveway. ‘God knows I need it.’ She loved the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement. Although she may be a high school senior, she loved the fact that she could easily pass for an adult when she dressed for business. Her new black Donna Karan power suit fit that bill perfectly.
Meanwhile, Alex poured cream sauce over the chicken and rice mixture that he was preparing for their dinner. One advantage of being the youngest son was that while his father had been off with the Air Force saving the world from itself and his brothers had been playing sports and chasing cheerleaders, his mom had pressed him into service and taught him how to survive in a kitchen. As a result, when Isabel had mentioned that her mom was joining Phillip overnight in Las Cruces attending a zoning hearing for a critical client, he had volunteered to make dinner while Isabel took the Leprino meeting with Patty from corporate. Although Gloria had warned that another curfew violation would involve serious consequences, Alex still had almost five hours for dinner and some serious relaxation. He reached for the grated cheese and breadcrumbs as he heard the door open behind him. “Just give me a moment Izzy,” he said over his shoulder.
“No problem Sweetie,” Isabel replied, walking to the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of water. “I’ll wait for a man who’s willing to cook for me.” She heard a crash behind her, and turned around quickly. She was practically overwhelmed by the force of the emotions that came through their connection. She felt love, tenderness, appreciation for her beauty, and,,, lust?
Alex, with their salad at his feet, was staring at the vision of beauty that had appeared before him. He had watched Isabel for years, sometimes secretly, sometimes openly, but he had never seen her look quite like this. She was standing there in a black pin striped business suit, but like no suit he had ever seen her in before. This suit was designed for the young, emphasizing her figure, and bringing out all of her best features. The jacket was fitted, the neckline revealing a hint of black lace and just a touch of cleavage. The skirt was cut about four inches above the knee, with a modest slit that still managed to reveal several more tantalizing inches of her firm thigh. She was wearing strapless heels, which only served to make her legs look longer, as they brought out the curves in her legs in all the right places. But what struck Alex the most, was that fact that she was wearing smoke colored hosiery. He had never noticed her wearing hose, let alone in a dark color.
Isabel responded through their connection by slamming him with every ounce of love and desire for him that she had ever felt. Her eyes dilated as they locked with his and her body readied itself for him.
“What are you wearing?” Alex gasped. “I mean, I’ve never seen you look quite like this.”
“Alex,” Isabel teased with a smile that never lessened the intensity of her eyes. “It’s just a suit.”
“No,” he stuttered, “I mean,,,” he made a ‘V’ shaped motion, pointing towards her neckline with his fingers. “I don’t see a blouse.”
“That’s because I’m not wearing a blouse,” she replied breathlessly. “It’s lined,” she continued, caressing the lapel of the jacket. Her fingers floated down until they were gently tugging on the lace at her décolleté. “I’m wearing a merry widow.”
“What is,,,” Alex asked dry mouthed. “No, show me.”
Isabel’s eyes bored into his as she slowly reached for the top button on her jacket, transforming her bra and camisole into the garment that she had promised him. Her hand slid down between her breasts, leaving a trail of opened buttons in her wake and revealing a tantalizing stripe of sheer nylon covered skin. “Just tell me what you want,” she whispered.
“I want to see what you’ve been wearing,” he commanded, gaining confidence as he sensed her excitement building from the force behind his words. “I want you to show me what you wore just for me while you’ve been running around town all afternoon. I want to see everything you’ve been promising me all summer. I want what you’ve been saving for just me.” Gaining confidence he continued. “Take it off, and show me. Now!”
Isabel’s passion flared as she sensed his growing need, her temperature soaring just from the effects of his words. She moved slowly, desperate to prolong this dance of foreplay as she nevertheless acquiesced to his demand. She stared at him as he watched mesmerized while her fingertips scraped their way across the insides of her breasts as she slowly parted her jacket, but her eyes slammed closed as her nails scraped across her hardened peaks. The garment’s progress stopped as she drank in the pleasure the contact brought her.
Alex was stunned watching her hesitate, touching herself, beginning to make the little unintelligible noises as she began to tug and twist her nipples through the sheer fabric that struggled to contain her, but he could not allow this. For months she had pleaded with him to take control. He could not allow her to set the pace, he was going to drag this out until he drove her insane with longing. “Stop that!” he commanded. “Take off the jacket. I want to see you now.”
Isabel reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at him as she scrapped her nipples one last time, compelled to acquiesce to his demand. With a pout she carefully folded the garment and placed it next to her, all the while leaning against the counter, not trusting her ability to stand without it’s support. Once done, she turned back to face him, her breasts bulging with every heaving breath she took as her body prepared for the delightful exertions that he would soon demand of it. Her eyes bored into his, demanding, pleading, needing his next command.
Alex smiled at her, having learned his place in this delicate game that she had been teaching him for the past several months in her words and dreams. He placed a chair squarely in front of her, nonchalantly sat in it and inquired, “What else are you wearing for me today?”
“Stockings,” she said breathlessly. “Gartered to my top. I fantasized about wearing seamed stockings while I put them on, but I can’t wear those during the day. If it were evening, I would have put them on with the seams crooked. You would have bent me over your knee and spanked my bare ass for being so careless, but yet insist on straightening them yourself.”
“Stockings?” Alex said feinting disinterest, a ruse exposed by the tremor in his voice. “I would think you would wear pantyhose.”
“I hate pantyhose,” Isabel snapped irritatingly, but she discarded her practical reasons for feeling that way about the hot uncomfortable garment. She continued in a much more flirty tone of voice, seeking to turn him on, but also succeeding in causing her own heartbeat to race. “Stockings are so much more sensual. You have to buy them in a lingerie shop instead of the grocery store, so you think about your lover while you select them,,,”
“Your lover?” Alex asked with a gulp.
“Yes,” Isabel replied, too turned on to note his momentary shyness. “I imagine you watching me put them on as I make such a simple task into a special show just for you. I envision the expression on your face as you slide your hand up my thigh as your fingers reach the end of the nylon and find my hot naked skin. I luxuriate in the knowledge that they allow open access to the place that I reserve just for you, anywhere and anytime you want me.” Isabel instinctively lowered her head, maintaining eye with the submissive act of raising just her eyes as she fired her last arrow from cupid’s quiver. “I was distracted all day with the thought of you raising my skirt and making me your woman right here on this counter.”
Alex noticed that she was slipping back into the roll of aggressor, and tried to return to the roll that they both needed him to play, “But your panties would get in the way.”
“I’m not wearing panties,” Isabel promised as she ran her hand below the waistline of her skirt, making it a true statement.
“But you would have so many accidents, every time you saw me or thought of me,” he cautioned as he crossed his legs, desperate to appear nonchalant.
“Yes, I did have many accidents today,” she agreed. “That’s why I wore a black satin half slip. Every time it rubbed against my ass I imagined it was you.” Isabel leaned forward shaking her head slowly while whispering, “I didn’t get anything done today.”
Alex nodded towards her skirt. “Show me!” he gulped, hoping to show more bravado than he had after her confession.
Isabel reached down and lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt. As she began to slide it down over her lush hips, she decided that while Alex may be trying to prolong the little dance of love that they seem to have stumbled into, she had been waiting for this day since she realized how much she needed him, and she wasn’t waiting a moment longer than necessary. So she extended her fingers, hooking her half slip, drawing both garments off simultaneously. But Isabel was Isabel after all, and she was as incapable of acting against her nature as a leopard was of changing it’s spots. She pulled the now stained slip from the inside of the skirt, folded both, and stacked them neatly on top of her jacket.
Alex felt their connection burning as it overloaded with the feelings they were sharing, but that sensation was lost to him as Isabel stood upright. He had not yet recovered from the sight of her torso sheathed in gossamer lingerie, outlined in delicate black lace that enhanced rather than hid her heaving bosoms with their hard rosy peaks. But with all of her womanly secrets laid bare in offering to him, he had to fight for every breath that his bounding heart required of him.
The sheer fabric ended in the vicinity of her waist, while the lace tapered off into the garters that reached down to her stocking tops. In between was the milky white skin that her various bathing suits hid from the sun as well as everyone but her mate who sat before her, the pale flesh serving to highlight the delicate blond hair that shielded her most special gift that she so desperately needed to give him. The curls and swirls of hair were clumped and matted down with heat and moisture, a result of her agitated state. She looked him in the eyes, “I want,,, I need you to need me.”
Alex’s patience was exhausted. He bolted upright and bent, placing his shoulder at her waist, then lifted her in a classic firemen’s carry. Ever mindful to leave no evidence behind, he scooped up her clothing with his free arm.
Despite her passion, a small corner of Isabel’s mind instinctively watched out for their safety. With a wave of her hand she turned the stove and oven off, for she had a hunger that chicken and rice would never satisfy. As his shoulder dug into her midsection she asked disbelievingly, “Are you telling me that if I had worn black stockings prom night I would of got laid?”
“If you had dressed like this we would never had made it to Prom,” he promised as he chugged his way up the stairs, the prize of a lifetime on his shoulder. “As a matter of fact we would never had made it past your front porch. Your father would of probably killed me right on the spot.”
Alex tossed her onto her bed and then knelt on the bed next to her. “I love you more than life itself,” Alex said fervently. “But right now I want you so badly it hurts.”
“Prove it!” Isabel challenged. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times. Take me and make me your woman forever.”
Alex grabbed her bodice and tore it, but the look of her soft warm flesh froze him.
Isabel reached up and pulled him down on top of her. “Come on,” she teased. “Don’t stop now.”
Alex pushed her knees up and then spread them, forcing her thighs almost all the way down to the bed, opening her up to his every desire. “Are you ready for me?” he asked as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt while she squirmed on the bed below him.
She had been waiting for this moment her entire life. “Take me. Make me yours,” she moaned as she looked up and saw her love reflected on his face. In him she saw love, trust, certain knowledge that one would gladly give anything for the other. She saw more, she saw awe. Isabel had never thought oh herself as special, just different, an outsider, but he had been the first, the only, to find her beauty, outside and in. She realized that Alex could scarcely believe that this was happening, that he deserved her. He would never be able to understand how blessed she felt to have found him.
Alex couldn’t believe the incredible chain of events that had brought him to this moment. The past several months had been the happiest in his life. He looked down at her, and saw total love and trust on her face. He resolved then and there that he would gladly give his life for her, that he would never do anything that would hurt her. Hurt her, she had told him that she had saved herself for him, he was going to hurt her right now. Was he worthy to receive this most special gift that she was giving him? Giving him? How could he think that after throwing her on the bed and tearing her clothing,,,
Isabel was never more ready for him than she was right now, and if a simple change of clothing could drive him insane with lust and finally bring him to this point, she would gladly throw out her entire wardrobe. She looked into his eyes, ready for him, but despite months of teasing, despite the fact that she needed him as much as the air she breathed, there was still a smidgen of fear. She wasn’t thinking that they were of two different species, she saw them simply as a man and a woman. But despite months of lust for him, it was still to be her first time.
Alex heard the whispered, ‘Sweetie, please be gentle,’ and it cut through him like a knife. His cloud of lust was instantly dissolved, revealing what he was really going to do to her. He was going to hurt her. He was going to hurt her like she had never been hurt before, simply by his selfishly taking pleasure. “Oh God,” he wailed as he rolled off her, onto the bed next to her, and slapped himself on his forehead.
“Oh No You Don’t,” Isabel barked. “You’re not bringing me this close and then denying me what I’ve been working so hard for.” She rolled over, straddling his thighs. “If you’re not going to take me I’ll do it myself.” She grabbed his hands and pressed them flat against the bed, and then took a hold of Fred. “Hang onto your hat mister, because I’m going to rock your world,” Isabel promised. She had been talking too much, and as a result she had lost the edge of her desire, so she leaned forward and pulled Fred back against herself. Isabel began a gentle rocking motion, rubbing against her mate. Soon her famous hair trigger came into play, and she was ready for him. She leaned forward and dragged his hardness through her curls, closer to her center. Her hair trigger though was no match for the sensitivity of a virginal teenaged male as Alex roared and lunged upward, still rubbing against the silky skin of her abdomen. Despite this delightful friction, or possibly because of it, Fred proceeded to make a mess of both of them.
“Aaaggghhh,” Alex cried as he came down from his cloud of utopia. “I knew it,” he moaned. “I knew I’d ruin this for you.”
It took Isabel a moment longer to recover as she did not have the moment of release that her mate did, but as soon as she recognized his distress, she struggled to hold him in place between her legs.
Alex rolled back and forth, trying to get free of her, trying to get away. “Isabel,” he pleaded, “Let me go!”
“Why?” she asked, “So you can run away?”
“Run away? You should throw me out,” he moaned. “I ruined your first time.”
Isabel looked down as she leaned forward, again pinning his arms to the mattress and adding a bit of power to insure his capture. “True,” Isabel teased, “But it was quite an impressive mess that you made,” she added with a gentle laugh.
Alex gave up struggling and threw his head back against the mattress. “Great. Every guy’s dream,” he moaned, “It’s my first time and I leave the poor girl laughing.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Please just shoot me and put me out of my misery,” he continued as he started to laugh along with her.
“Sweetie,” Isabel asked quietly, while trying to reign in her laughter, unsuccessfully, “If I let you go do you promise to stay here with me?”
“I guess you’re stuck with me,” Alex teased, bouncing back to his usual happy self, “No one else would have me after that pitiful performance.”
Isabel lifted one of her legs and swung it over him, releasing him and then cuddling into his side.
“Sweetie?” Isabel asked in her most tender voice.
“Yea?” he answered, pulling her close and kissing her on the top of her head.
“Any other girl would be lucky to have you, at least until I got my hands on her,” she continued. “It wouldn’t be pretty.”
Alex didn’t react at all to her promise. “Another girl?” he said with a confused tone in his voice. “What would I do with another girl?”
“You had better say that you would do nothing,” Isabel replied, gently slapping him on the chest.
Alex smiled at her and kissed her again. “Izzy, what you don’t realize is that you have ruined me for anyone else. Since the day I first saw you, I was hardwired to love you and you alone. There will never be another.”
Isabel was panting. “Do you realize that you can turn me on with just words,” she said breathlessly as she rubbed against him. She reached for Fred. “Come on Sweetie, finish what you started. Make me yours forever.”
“Izzy,” Alex sighed. “You’ve been looking forward to this for so long, and I messed up your first time. Maybe we should wait until later.”
“Sweetie,” Isabel teased. “We haven’t had out first time yet, you missed,” she explained with a gentle laugh. “But there are two things that you need to understand about me.”
“What’s that?” Alex asked hesitantly.
“First,” Isabel explained patiently, “You have to understand that I am going to get what I want, right now, and second, you need to believe that I don’t give a damn about the details.”
Alex rolled towards her, flipping her onto the flat of her back. He watched as she raised her arms over her head, opening herself to him. “So you’re telling me that I have to keep doing this until we get it right?” he teased.
“Don’t sound so disappointed,” she replied laughingly as she climbed out of the bed, taking him by the hand. “Come on, lets go take a shower.”
Isabel unashamedly pushed the remains of her stockings down her legs before kicking them off and then strutting her way across the room to her bathroom. When she reached the doorway, she leaned against the doorframe and slinked her leg up the doorframe as she eyed her mate. “Coming, Big Boy?”
“Ahhmm, I thought I already did?” he quipped as he followed her into the shower.
TBC
Chapter 22-B Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
WEDNESDAY, Isabel’s Birthday Week
The following morning Isabel had already made her way home. She was in her kitchen and was talking quietly with her mom when Alex made his appearance. She looked at her mate, and her passion flared. There were creases on his face from his pillow, his hair was tussled, and he was still half asleep as evidenced by the fact that he was performing his morning scratching in front of an audience. Seeing his hand inside of his shirt gave her an idea. “Sweetie, give me your shirt,” she asked.
“What?” Alex replied in a sleep addled voice.
“I’m doing laundry,” Isabel continued in a tone of voice intended to insure compliance. “Take off your shirt and give it to me so I can wash it.”
Alex pulled the shirt over his head and tossed it to his mate, not noticing the grin on her face as she rolled it up into a ball, held it tightly against her chest, drawing his scent from it.
Both teens missed the reaction of the other spectator to this little exhibition, as Diane’s brows crept up a good half inch. ‘What the hell is it with these kids?’ she wondered. ‘No one looked that good when I was in high school. Must be something in the water.’ Although Alex continued to be oblivious to his mates reactions, Diane suffered from no such deficit. She was not that far removed from her dating days after all, and she recognized all the signs in her daughter. ‘Oh yea, she got it bad.’ “Alex Hon,” she interjected sweetly. “Why don’t you go upstairs, take a shower, and put some clothes on.”
Alex looked down, and finding himself wearing nothing but his pj shorts, he stammered a quick “Yes Ma’am,” and practically ran from the room.
Diane’s amusement at this quickly turned to alarm as she saw her flushed daughter start to follow him upstairs. “And just where do you think you’re going young lady?” she demanded.
“I’m,,, ahhmm,,,” Isabel stammered, not used to being challenged, let alone in her own house.
“I think Alex is old enough to wash his tushie all by himself,” Diane continued in amusement. “On the other hand I think you had better stay down here where I can watch you until he’s finished.”
“But I,,,” Isabel held Alex’s shirt up in confusion.
“You’re not fooling me with that laundry line. Not only don’t you have enough time to do a load of wash before school, the washer and dryer are in the utility room off the garage, not upstairs. Now why don’t you do something nice for your boyfriend and make him a plate of pancakes?”
“Aw man,” Isabel whined as she tossed his shirt on her chair and bent to dig the griddle out from under the island. “You’ve been spending too much time with Gloria.”
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Later that afternoon, Isabel was on the way hone from her two hour meeting with the plant accountant at Leprino Foods. Although it was a productive meeting, her mind had been elsewhere. It hadn’t been able to spend any private time with her mate all day, so she was looking forward to getting home and spending the evening with him. ‘Maybe I can get him to play with me,’ she thought as she pulled Alex’s car into her driveway. ‘God knows I need it.’ She loved the sound of her heels clicking on the pavement. Although she may be a high school senior, she loved the fact that she could easily pass for an adult when she dressed for business. Her new black Donna Karan power suit fit that bill perfectly.
Meanwhile, Alex poured cream sauce over the chicken and rice mixture that he was preparing for their dinner. One advantage of being the youngest son was that while his father had been off with the Air Force saving the world from itself and his brothers had been playing sports and chasing cheerleaders, his mom had pressed him into service and taught him how to survive in a kitchen. As a result, when Isabel had mentioned that her mom was joining Phillip overnight in Las Cruces attending a zoning hearing for a critical client, he had volunteered to make dinner while Isabel took the Leprino meeting with Patty from corporate. Although Gloria had warned that another curfew violation would involve serious consequences, Alex still had almost five hours for dinner and some serious relaxation. He reached for the grated cheese and breadcrumbs as he heard the door open behind him. “Just give me a moment Izzy,” he said over his shoulder.
“No problem Sweetie,” Isabel replied, walking to the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of water. “I’ll wait for a man who’s willing to cook for me.” She heard a crash behind her, and turned around quickly. She was practically overwhelmed by the force of the emotions that came through their connection. She felt love, tenderness, appreciation for her beauty, and,,, lust?
Alex, with their salad at his feet, was staring at the vision of beauty that had appeared before him. He had watched Isabel for years, sometimes secretly, sometimes openly, but he had never seen her look quite like this. She was standing there in a black pin striped business suit, but like no suit he had ever seen her in before. This suit was designed for the young, emphasizing her figure, and bringing out all of her best features. The jacket was fitted, the neckline revealing a hint of black lace and just a touch of cleavage. The skirt was cut about four inches above the knee, with a modest slit that still managed to reveal several more tantalizing inches of her firm thigh. She was wearing strapless heels, which only served to make her legs look longer, as they brought out the curves in her legs in all the right places. But what struck Alex the most, was that fact that she was wearing smoke colored hosiery. He had never noticed her wearing hose, let alone in a dark color.
Isabel responded through their connection by slamming him with every ounce of love and desire for him that she had ever felt. Her eyes dilated as they locked with his and her body readied itself for him.
“What are you wearing?” Alex gasped. “I mean, I’ve never seen you look quite like this.”
“Alex,” Isabel teased with a smile that never lessened the intensity of her eyes. “It’s just a suit.”
“No,” he stuttered, “I mean,,,” he made a ‘V’ shaped motion, pointing towards her neckline with his fingers. “I don’t see a blouse.”
“That’s because I’m not wearing a blouse,” she replied breathlessly. “It’s lined,” she continued, caressing the lapel of the jacket. Her fingers floated down until they were gently tugging on the lace at her décolleté. “I’m wearing a merry widow.”
“What is,,,” Alex asked dry mouthed. “No, show me.”
Isabel’s eyes bored into his as she slowly reached for the top button on her jacket, transforming her bra and camisole into the garment that she had promised him. Her hand slid down between her breasts, leaving a trail of opened buttons in her wake and revealing a tantalizing stripe of sheer nylon covered skin. “Just tell me what you want,” she whispered.
“I want to see what you’ve been wearing,” he commanded, gaining confidence as he sensed her excitement building from the force behind his words. “I want you to show me what you wore just for me while you’ve been running around town all afternoon. I want to see everything you’ve been promising me all summer. I want what you’ve been saving for just me.” Gaining confidence he continued. “Take it off, and show me. Now!”
Isabel’s passion flared as she sensed his growing need, her temperature soaring just from the effects of his words. She moved slowly, desperate to prolong this dance of foreplay as she nevertheless acquiesced to his demand. She stared at him as he watched mesmerized while her fingertips scraped their way across the insides of her breasts as she slowly parted her jacket, but her eyes slammed closed as her nails scraped across her hardened peaks. The garment’s progress stopped as she drank in the pleasure the contact brought her.
Alex was stunned watching her hesitate, touching herself, beginning to make the little unintelligible noises as she began to tug and twist her nipples through the sheer fabric that struggled to contain her, but he could not allow this. For months she had pleaded with him to take control. He could not allow her to set the pace, he was going to drag this out until he drove her insane with longing. “Stop that!” he commanded. “Take off the jacket. I want to see you now.”
Isabel reluctantly opened her eyes and looked at him as she scrapped her nipples one last time, compelled to acquiesce to his demand. With a pout she carefully folded the garment and placed it next to her, all the while leaning against the counter, not trusting her ability to stand without it’s support. Once done, she turned back to face him, her breasts bulging with every heaving breath she took as her body prepared for the delightful exertions that he would soon demand of it. Her eyes bored into his, demanding, pleading, needing his next command.
Alex smiled at her, having learned his place in this delicate game that she had been teaching him for the past several months in her words and dreams. He placed a chair squarely in front of her, nonchalantly sat in it and inquired, “What else are you wearing for me today?”
“Stockings,” she said breathlessly. “Gartered to my top. I fantasized about wearing seamed stockings while I put them on, but I can’t wear those during the day. If it were evening, I would have put them on with the seams crooked. You would have bent me over your knee and spanked my bare ass for being so careless, but yet insist on straightening them yourself.”
“Stockings?” Alex said feinting disinterest, a ruse exposed by the tremor in his voice. “I would think you would wear pantyhose.”
“I hate pantyhose,” Isabel snapped irritatingly, but she discarded her practical reasons for feeling that way about the hot uncomfortable garment. She continued in a much more flirty tone of voice, seeking to turn him on, but also succeeding in causing her own heartbeat to race. “Stockings are so much more sensual. You have to buy them in a lingerie shop instead of the grocery store, so you think about your lover while you select them,,,”
“Your lover?” Alex asked with a gulp.
“Yes,” Isabel replied, too turned on to note his momentary shyness. “I imagine you watching me put them on as I make such a simple task into a special show just for you. I envision the expression on your face as you slide your hand up my thigh as your fingers reach the end of the nylon and find my hot naked skin. I luxuriate in the knowledge that they allow open access to the place that I reserve just for you, anywhere and anytime you want me.” Isabel instinctively lowered her head, maintaining eye with the submissive act of raising just her eyes as she fired her last arrow from cupid’s quiver. “I was distracted all day with the thought of you raising my skirt and making me your woman right here on this counter.”
Alex noticed that she was slipping back into the roll of aggressor, and tried to return to the roll that they both needed him to play, “But your panties would get in the way.”
“I’m not wearing panties,” Isabel promised as she ran her hand below the waistline of her skirt, making it a true statement.
“But you would have so many accidents, every time you saw me or thought of me,” he cautioned as he crossed his legs, desperate to appear nonchalant.
“Yes, I did have many accidents today,” she agreed. “That’s why I wore a black satin half slip. Every time it rubbed against my ass I imagined it was you.” Isabel leaned forward shaking her head slowly while whispering, “I didn’t get anything done today.”
Alex nodded towards her skirt. “Show me!” he gulped, hoping to show more bravado than he had after her confession.
Isabel reached down and lowered the zipper on the side of her skirt. As she began to slide it down over her lush hips, she decided that while Alex may be trying to prolong the little dance of love that they seem to have stumbled into, she had been waiting for this day since she realized how much she needed him, and she wasn’t waiting a moment longer than necessary. So she extended her fingers, hooking her half slip, drawing both garments off simultaneously. But Isabel was Isabel after all, and she was as incapable of acting against her nature as a leopard was of changing it’s spots. She pulled the now stained slip from the inside of the skirt, folded both, and stacked them neatly on top of her jacket.
Alex felt their connection burning as it overloaded with the feelings they were sharing, but that sensation was lost to him as Isabel stood upright. He had not yet recovered from the sight of her torso sheathed in gossamer lingerie, outlined in delicate black lace that enhanced rather than hid her heaving bosoms with their hard rosy peaks. But with all of her womanly secrets laid bare in offering to him, he had to fight for every breath that his bounding heart required of him.
The sheer fabric ended in the vicinity of her waist, while the lace tapered off into the garters that reached down to her stocking tops. In between was the milky white skin that her various bathing suits hid from the sun as well as everyone but her mate who sat before her, the pale flesh serving to highlight the delicate blond hair that shielded her most special gift that she so desperately needed to give him. The curls and swirls of hair were clumped and matted down with heat and moisture, a result of her agitated state. She looked him in the eyes, “I want,,, I need you to need me.”
Alex’s patience was exhausted. He bolted upright and bent, placing his shoulder at her waist, then lifted her in a classic firemen’s carry. Ever mindful to leave no evidence behind, he scooped up her clothing with his free arm.
Despite her passion, a small corner of Isabel’s mind instinctively watched out for their safety. With a wave of her hand she turned the stove and oven off, for she had a hunger that chicken and rice would never satisfy. As his shoulder dug into her midsection she asked disbelievingly, “Are you telling me that if I had worn black stockings prom night I would of got laid?”
“If you had dressed like this we would never had made it to Prom,” he promised as he chugged his way up the stairs, the prize of a lifetime on his shoulder. “As a matter of fact we would never had made it past your front porch. Your father would of probably killed me right on the spot.”
Alex tossed her onto her bed and then knelt on the bed next to her. “I love you more than life itself,” Alex said fervently. “But right now I want you so badly it hurts.”
“Prove it!” Isabel challenged. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a hundred times. Take me and make me your woman forever.”
Alex grabbed her bodice and tore it, but the look of her soft warm flesh froze him.
Isabel reached up and pulled him down on top of her. “Come on,” she teased. “Don’t stop now.”
Alex pushed her knees up and then spread them, forcing her thighs almost all the way down to the bed, opening her up to his every desire. “Are you ready for me?” he asked as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt while she squirmed on the bed below him.
She had been waiting for this moment her entire life. “Take me. Make me yours,” she moaned as she looked up and saw her love reflected on his face. In him she saw love, trust, certain knowledge that one would gladly give anything for the other. She saw more, she saw awe. Isabel had never thought oh herself as special, just different, an outsider, but he had been the first, the only, to find her beauty, outside and in. She realized that Alex could scarcely believe that this was happening, that he deserved her. He would never be able to understand how blessed she felt to have found him.
Alex couldn’t believe the incredible chain of events that had brought him to this moment. The past several months had been the happiest in his life. He looked down at her, and saw total love and trust on her face. He resolved then and there that he would gladly give his life for her, that he would never do anything that would hurt her. Hurt her, she had told him that she had saved herself for him, he was going to hurt her right now. Was he worthy to receive this most special gift that she was giving him? Giving him? How could he think that after throwing her on the bed and tearing her clothing,,,
Isabel was never more ready for him than she was right now, and if a simple change of clothing could drive him insane with lust and finally bring him to this point, she would gladly throw out her entire wardrobe. She looked into his eyes, ready for him, but despite months of teasing, despite the fact that she needed him as much as the air she breathed, there was still a smidgen of fear. She wasn’t thinking that they were of two different species, she saw them simply as a man and a woman. But despite months of lust for him, it was still to be her first time.
Alex heard the whispered, ‘Sweetie, please be gentle,’ and it cut through him like a knife. His cloud of lust was instantly dissolved, revealing what he was really going to do to her. He was going to hurt her. He was going to hurt her like she had never been hurt before, simply by his selfishly taking pleasure. “Oh God,” he wailed as he rolled off her, onto the bed next to her, and slapped himself on his forehead.
“Oh No You Don’t,” Isabel barked. “You’re not bringing me this close and then denying me what I’ve been working so hard for.” She rolled over, straddling his thighs. “If you’re not going to take me I’ll do it myself.” She grabbed his hands and pressed them flat against the bed, and then took a hold of Fred. “Hang onto your hat mister, because I’m going to rock your world,” Isabel promised. She had been talking too much, and as a result she had lost the edge of her desire, so she leaned forward and pulled Fred back against herself. Isabel began a gentle rocking motion, rubbing against her mate. Soon her famous hair trigger came into play, and she was ready for him. She leaned forward and dragged his hardness through her curls, closer to her center. Her hair trigger though was no match for the sensitivity of a virginal teenaged male as Alex roared and lunged upward, still rubbing against the silky skin of her abdomen. Despite this delightful friction, or possibly because of it, Fred proceeded to make a mess of both of them.
“Aaaggghhh,” Alex cried as he came down from his cloud of utopia. “I knew it,” he moaned. “I knew I’d ruin this for you.”
It took Isabel a moment longer to recover as she did not have the moment of release that her mate did, but as soon as she recognized his distress, she struggled to hold him in place between her legs.
Alex rolled back and forth, trying to get free of her, trying to get away. “Isabel,” he pleaded, “Let me go!”
“Why?” she asked, “So you can run away?”
“Run away? You should throw me out,” he moaned. “I ruined your first time.”
Isabel looked down as she leaned forward, again pinning his arms to the mattress and adding a bit of power to insure his capture. “True,” Isabel teased, “But it was quite an impressive mess that you made,” she added with a gentle laugh.
Alex gave up struggling and threw his head back against the mattress. “Great. Every guy’s dream,” he moaned, “It’s my first time and I leave the poor girl laughing.” He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Please just shoot me and put me out of my misery,” he continued as he started to laugh along with her.
“Sweetie,” Isabel asked quietly, while trying to reign in her laughter, unsuccessfully, “If I let you go do you promise to stay here with me?”
“I guess you’re stuck with me,” Alex teased, bouncing back to his usual happy self, “No one else would have me after that pitiful performance.”
Isabel lifted one of her legs and swung it over him, releasing him and then cuddling into his side.
“Sweetie?” Isabel asked in her most tender voice.
“Yea?” he answered, pulling her close and kissing her on the top of her head.
“Any other girl would be lucky to have you, at least until I got my hands on her,” she continued. “It wouldn’t be pretty.”
Alex didn’t react at all to her promise. “Another girl?” he said with a confused tone in his voice. “What would I do with another girl?”
“You had better say that you would do nothing,” Isabel replied, gently slapping him on the chest.
Alex smiled at her and kissed her again. “Izzy, what you don’t realize is that you have ruined me for anyone else. Since the day I first saw you, I was hardwired to love you and you alone. There will never be another.”
Isabel was panting. “Do you realize that you can turn me on with just words,” she said breathlessly as she rubbed against him. She reached for Fred. “Come on Sweetie, finish what you started. Make me yours forever.”
“Izzy,” Alex sighed. “You’ve been looking forward to this for so long, and I messed up your first time. Maybe we should wait until later.”
“Sweetie,” Isabel teased. “We haven’t had out first time yet, you missed,” she explained with a gentle laugh. “But there are two things that you need to understand about me.”
“What’s that?” Alex asked hesitantly.
“First,” Isabel explained patiently, “You have to understand that I am going to get what I want, right now, and second, you need to believe that I don’t give a damn about the details.”
Alex rolled towards her, flipping her onto the flat of her back. He watched as she raised her arms over her head, opening herself to him. “So you’re telling me that I have to keep doing this until we get it right?” he teased.
“Don’t sound so disappointed,” she replied laughingly as she climbed out of the bed, taking him by the hand. “Come on, lets go take a shower.”
Isabel unashamedly pushed the remains of her stockings down her legs before kicking them off and then strutting her way across the room to her bathroom. When she reached the doorway, she leaned against the doorframe and slinked her leg up the doorframe as she eyed her mate. “Coming, Big Boy?”
“Ahhmm, I thought I already did?” he quipped as he followed her into the shower.
TBC
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Oh yeah!!! I remember this from ages ago, when you sent it to Trude and me and showed us the start of your thoughts...
it was as good as I remember, (plus)
You just really want to torture us with this part don't you? In 'lets see', possibly 4 weeks or more we will conclude this whole chapter? LOL...
This is awesome and the torture is slow and sweet...
Can't wait for more.
Rhonda
it was as good as I remember, (plus)
You just really want to torture us with this part don't you? In 'lets see', possibly 4 weeks or more we will conclude this whole chapter? LOL...
This is awesome and the torture is slow and sweet...
Can't wait for more.
Rhonda
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OMG(':shock:')
I can't believe how much i've missed.
The last update was awsome but this takes the bizkit. And poor Alex i feel for him. For his first wel almost first time to go like that must have been embarrasing.
All i can say for him is (chanting in a cheerleader voice
BE AGGRESSIVE BE BE AGGRESSIVE ':twisted:'
I can't believe how much i've missed.
The last update was awsome but this takes the bizkit. And poor Alex i feel for him. For his first wel almost first time to go like that must have been embarrasing.
All i can say for him is (chanting in a cheerleader voice
BE AGGRESSIVE BE BE AGGRESSIVE ':twisted:'
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Stargazer Gets the Girl
Chapter 22-C Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
Alex took one of her puffs from the shower head and lavishly anointed it with her ‘Wednesday’ blend of body washes before gently cleansing her from head to toe. When he finished, Isabel took the puff from him, purportedly to return the favor, but it turned out that she was much too impatient to clean anything more than his most necessary parts. Moments later she gave him a perfunctory drying before sending him off to his guest room, promising to follow him momentarily.
Never in her life had Isabel felt as naughty as she did scurrying naked around her room. She stopped in front of her dresser, and quickly gave her hair a single pass with her hands, simultaneously drying it and giving it a slight body wave. Knowing that her mate would come looking for her if she didn’t hurry, she willed the rest of her body dry as she used her powers to open the secret drawer of her jewelry chest. Isabel carefully lifted out her special ‘First Time’ red lingerie and laid it out on the foot of her bed. She reached for the scant panty and stepped into it, thinking that in just moments Alex would be removing it, revealing her special gift for him that she was concealing underneath. As she slid the diaphanous red fabric up her legs and adjusted the two side ties over her hips, she was careful to get the knots just right. She knew that if the knots tangled, she would tear the delicate garment off in her haste to be one with her mate, and while this would be the only time that she would wear it, she intended to keep safe in it’s special place for the rest of her life.
Next she took the top from her outfit and slid the satiny spaghetti straps up her arms and settled them on her shoulders while she again carefully knotted the single set of ties below her bust. Finished with her simple task, she looked down at herself in satisfaction. The simple garment, what there was of it, would draw her mates attention just where she wanted it, her fun places.
“Izzy?”
“Coming!” she replied softly, confident that her response applied in more ways than one.
Isabel turned the corner into his room, finding that he had dimmed the lights and was waiting for her, lying on his side with the sheet pulled up casually. She could see his passion line, the faint trail of hair which started at his naval and led her eyes down to edge of the soft linens. “Come on Sweetie,” she said breathlessly as she made a show of crawling across the top of the mattress towards him. “Lets do this right.”
“Nag, nag, Nag,” Alex teased. “Take out the garbage, wash the dishes, make love to my future wife,,, A future husband’s work never ends.”
Isabel’s passion soared as she heard him talk about the future that she so desperately wanted, but her mind went blank as she felt him kiss her. “Sweetie,” she gasped as he kissed his way down her neck.
“Hummm?” he moaned as he nibbled his way across her collar bone.
“Make love to me normally,” she panted. “No connection, nothing alien. I want to be just a normal girl when you make me your woman forever.”
Alex silenced her by sucking one of her tender rose buds into his mouth, alternating between scraping it’s sensitive surface with his teeth, and then causing it to swell and stiffen even more as he sucked it as hard as he could. He drove her crazy, quickly switching from side to side while his free hand caressed the insides of her thighs. Moments later he kissed his way lower, frustrating her as he bypassed her sodden garment in favor of the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Isabel luxuriated in the feelings that Alex brought out in her as he languidly bit and nibbled on her leg. She tossed her head from side to side as she moaned, “Now Sweetie. I’m so ready,,,”
“Not yet,” Alex teased. “I’ve got something to do first because you’re not horny enough yet.”
”Not horny enough? Where have you been for the past six months?”
“You’re still speaking,” he explained as he scraped the tendon on the inside of her left thigh with his teeth. “I want to hear the little sounds you make.” He scraped the opposite thigh. “I want you unable to speak
Impatient with his reply and not satisfied with the attention he was paying to her burning skin, Isabel reached down and tore the delicate garment from her body, but before she could grab his head and drag him to where she needed, he continued to dominate her by grabbing her legs and thrusting them apart until he could almost hear her tendons crackling. Maintaining contact with her, he slid his arms across her silken skin until his upper arms crossed her opened thighs, allowing him to use all the weight of his upper body to force her bent legs parallel to her bed. His hands now free, he greedily claimed her slippery guard, pulling the silky folds apart, and took her treasure as his own.
Isabel’s mate’s aggressive taking of her gifts that she so desperately wanted to give him had her passions soaring when she felt a fire brand rip through her body. A fire that neither consumed nor extinguished. She soon arched, desperately thrusting herself at her mate as her secret sounds crescendo, inspiring her mate to expand his exertions. Quarter was neither asked for nor offered.
It took Isabel several minutes to regain her breath, even longer, her composure. “You?” she asked softly.
“This isn’t about me.”
“Oh no you don’t. What you do for me, I do for you,” she teased as she rolled onto her side allowing her to look down on him. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” he replied instantly.
“No Sweetie,” she replied. “Not the big stuff. Do you trust me with the little every day things, the kind of things that I have done wrong in the past and hurt you so badly. Do you trust me enough to let me do something with you right now?”
“Izzy,” Alex sighed contentedly. “You can do anything you want.”
Isabel reached to the nightstand and grabbed several tissues. “Trust me Sweetie,” she said tenderly as she took his wrist in her hands. As she pulled her hands back, she transformed the tissue into a satin rope which she bonded to the corner of the mattress, gently tying his arm in place.
“You know, Liz was just kidding about the whole tying me up thing,,,”
“I’m not,” she promised breathlessly as she worked around him, completely immobilizing him as he watched with a silly grin on his face.
Isabel climbed back onto the bed and snuggled into his side. “Sweetie,” she whispered between little kisses that she used to cover his face and neck. “I want you to remember what I’m about to do to you. I want you to know that I am giving myself to you, that I will always be open to you.” She kissed her way across his chest. “I love the thought of you taking me, of you wrapping your strong arms around me. I want you to make me yours, anywhere, anytime you want me.” She kissed her way down his firm stomach. “If you ever wonder if I’m willing, or if you ever wonder if I want you, think back on this. I’m willing.” Isabel licked around his naval, and then followed his soft line of hair lower. “I can’t think of a more obvious way of telling you that I’m yours, that you’re not forcing me, that I want this as much as you do, that I’ll be yours forever.”
Alex heard Isabel’s voce trail off as he was surrounded by a sense of warmth and moisture that burned into the center of his being. Moments later he was harder than he had ever been before, so hard that he thought he was going to burst.
She rose to her hands and knees, straddled his hips, and went back to kissing him. “I love you with my heart and soul.” She kissed him again. “I have been dreaming of this since the first time we kissed.” She reached and took a hold of him. “I’ve got you Alex, and I’m never going to let you go.” She moved him into place and brought herself into contact with him. Their first touch was electric. Isabel almost fainted with the pleasure that filled her soul as she took several short strokes, lowered herself onto Alex. She felt herself opening for him, and paused a moment. Wanting to share this moment with Alex, she opened her eyes. She expected to see Alex staring at her breast, but although his eyes were glazed, she saw that they were locked on hers, and they were overfilling with tears of joy. Thus encouraged she continued to join with him. She felt a moment of discomfort, at this still new intrusion, but being in control, she was able to move as she needed to let it pass.
Isabel settled fully on Alex, feeling complete for the first time in her life, for the first time in both of her lives. She threw her head back, reveling in the feelings that Alex was evoking in her, but this was not about her. This time she wanted to show her mate just what he meant to her. She snapped herself back to the present and looked her lover in the eyes. She bit her lower lip as she began to rock back and forth, taking him in and out of her. “Do you like Sweetie?” she gasped. She saw the look of bliss on his face. “I’m the only woman you’re ever going to want, you’re ever going to need,” she told him as she added a little pivot of her hips at the bottom of every stroke. “I’m going to do everything you will ever imagine,” she added as she began to alternate the speed and depth of her strokes, her nails biting into his shoulders as her language slipped into the unintelligible sounds that drove him wild.
Alex couldn’t move much, tied as he was, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t arch his back, meeting her flailing body with a thrust of his own, freezing in that reaching position as his mate lost all co-ordination and sagged against him.
“Isabel,,,” Alex murmured. His body was in overload, only surpassed by the fact that his mind could not keep
up with all of the sensations, body and soul, that it was being asked to accept. ‘Now! he heard. “Oh Izzy, I love you, and I will love you until the end of time. Aaaahhhhgggg.”
“What’s the matter lover, one alien princess too much for you?” She settled down next to Alex, kissing him to take the sting out of her words, with a wave, releasing him from her bonds. She continued to caress and kiss him, not allowing him to say anything. Being a teenage boy, he soon responded. Isabel rolled to her back, opening herself to him, “Now where were we.”
Alex started to make love to Isabel a third time, this time agreeing to connect and use their powers. Isabel felt her entire body contract, her release just moments away, when the sensation of her mates velvety hardness slid into her, making her whole, she crossed her peak a third time.
Alex slowed down and looked her in the eyes, “Izzy,” he said. “Isabel!”
“What?” Isabel snapped, clearly irritated.
“There’s something I need to say to you,” he said tenderly, just maintaining enough motion to maintain their passion.
“Now???” Isabel pleaded incredulously. Struggling to catch her breath, she rested her head back on her pillow, switching to internal communication while continuing to rock her hips against him, clearly trying to distract him. “What in the name of God do you need to say in the middle of making love?”
“Sweetheart,” Alex continued. “You had the chance to tie me down and show me what you need to. I’ve been waiting for years for the right time to say this to you, the first time we make love. Izzy, I love you more than life itself. Spending the rest of my life with you is the only thing I’ve ever dreamed of. In my heart there is no more hybrid and no more human, there is no more me and you. From the two of us there is now one, and we are joined forever.”
“Oh Sweetie,” Isabel rebutted, barely able to speak coherently, “I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you just how much I love you. Ever since I left my pod I have felt out of place. I thank God that I was lucky enough to find a loving family, but I still felt incomplete, until I met you. I knew from the moment I met you that I needed you, but I never believed that I would become complete by letting you in. How did you put it? From the two of us there is now one, and we are joined forever. I’ve got you Sweetie, and I’m never going to let you go.”
Isabel burrowed into Alex’s side, never wanting to leave this man who made her complete, but she nevertheless found the energy to giggle and poke at his snowy white butt when he scurried to pull her comforter up over their rapidly cooling skin. “There, we should be comfortable for a while,” he whispered tenderly as he kissed her forehead before wrapping her in his strong arms and pulling her back against his shoulder. Isabel sighed in contentment as she thought back on the past several months, since she had realized that she needed him, watching as the boy who had been waiting her for years become a man as he led her into womanhood, realizing that there was no place she would rather be. As the teens dozed, secure in each others embrace, neither noticed the warm glow between them.
TBC
Chapter 22-C Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
Alex took one of her puffs from the shower head and lavishly anointed it with her ‘Wednesday’ blend of body washes before gently cleansing her from head to toe. When he finished, Isabel took the puff from him, purportedly to return the favor, but it turned out that she was much too impatient to clean anything more than his most necessary parts. Moments later she gave him a perfunctory drying before sending him off to his guest room, promising to follow him momentarily.
Never in her life had Isabel felt as naughty as she did scurrying naked around her room. She stopped in front of her dresser, and quickly gave her hair a single pass with her hands, simultaneously drying it and giving it a slight body wave. Knowing that her mate would come looking for her if she didn’t hurry, she willed the rest of her body dry as she used her powers to open the secret drawer of her jewelry chest. Isabel carefully lifted out her special ‘First Time’ red lingerie and laid it out on the foot of her bed. She reached for the scant panty and stepped into it, thinking that in just moments Alex would be removing it, revealing her special gift for him that she was concealing underneath. As she slid the diaphanous red fabric up her legs and adjusted the two side ties over her hips, she was careful to get the knots just right. She knew that if the knots tangled, she would tear the delicate garment off in her haste to be one with her mate, and while this would be the only time that she would wear it, she intended to keep safe in it’s special place for the rest of her life.
Next she took the top from her outfit and slid the satiny spaghetti straps up her arms and settled them on her shoulders while she again carefully knotted the single set of ties below her bust. Finished with her simple task, she looked down at herself in satisfaction. The simple garment, what there was of it, would draw her mates attention just where she wanted it, her fun places.
“Izzy?”
“Coming!” she replied softly, confident that her response applied in more ways than one.
Isabel turned the corner into his room, finding that he had dimmed the lights and was waiting for her, lying on his side with the sheet pulled up casually. She could see his passion line, the faint trail of hair which started at his naval and led her eyes down to edge of the soft linens. “Come on Sweetie,” she said breathlessly as she made a show of crawling across the top of the mattress towards him. “Lets do this right.”
“Nag, nag, Nag,” Alex teased. “Take out the garbage, wash the dishes, make love to my future wife,,, A future husband’s work never ends.”
Isabel’s passion soared as she heard him talk about the future that she so desperately wanted, but her mind went blank as she felt him kiss her. “Sweetie,” she gasped as he kissed his way down her neck.
“Hummm?” he moaned as he nibbled his way across her collar bone.
“Make love to me normally,” she panted. “No connection, nothing alien. I want to be just a normal girl when you make me your woman forever.”
Alex silenced her by sucking one of her tender rose buds into his mouth, alternating between scraping it’s sensitive surface with his teeth, and then causing it to swell and stiffen even more as he sucked it as hard as he could. He drove her crazy, quickly switching from side to side while his free hand caressed the insides of her thighs. Moments later he kissed his way lower, frustrating her as he bypassed her sodden garment in favor of the soft skin of her inner thigh.
Isabel luxuriated in the feelings that Alex brought out in her as he languidly bit and nibbled on her leg. She tossed her head from side to side as she moaned, “Now Sweetie. I’m so ready,,,”
“Not yet,” Alex teased. “I’ve got something to do first because you’re not horny enough yet.”
”Not horny enough? Where have you been for the past six months?”
“You’re still speaking,” he explained as he scraped the tendon on the inside of her left thigh with his teeth. “I want to hear the little sounds you make.” He scraped the opposite thigh. “I want you unable to speak
Impatient with his reply and not satisfied with the attention he was paying to her burning skin, Isabel reached down and tore the delicate garment from her body, but before she could grab his head and drag him to where she needed, he continued to dominate her by grabbing her legs and thrusting them apart until he could almost hear her tendons crackling. Maintaining contact with her, he slid his arms across her silken skin until his upper arms crossed her opened thighs, allowing him to use all the weight of his upper body to force her bent legs parallel to her bed. His hands now free, he greedily claimed her slippery guard, pulling the silky folds apart, and took her treasure as his own.
Isabel’s mate’s aggressive taking of her gifts that she so desperately wanted to give him had her passions soaring when she felt a fire brand rip through her body. A fire that neither consumed nor extinguished. She soon arched, desperately thrusting herself at her mate as her secret sounds crescendo, inspiring her mate to expand his exertions. Quarter was neither asked for nor offered.
It took Isabel several minutes to regain her breath, even longer, her composure. “You?” she asked softly.
“This isn’t about me.”
“Oh no you don’t. What you do for me, I do for you,” she teased as she rolled onto her side allowing her to look down on him. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” he replied instantly.
“No Sweetie,” she replied. “Not the big stuff. Do you trust me with the little every day things, the kind of things that I have done wrong in the past and hurt you so badly. Do you trust me enough to let me do something with you right now?”
“Izzy,” Alex sighed contentedly. “You can do anything you want.”
Isabel reached to the nightstand and grabbed several tissues. “Trust me Sweetie,” she said tenderly as she took his wrist in her hands. As she pulled her hands back, she transformed the tissue into a satin rope which she bonded to the corner of the mattress, gently tying his arm in place.
“You know, Liz was just kidding about the whole tying me up thing,,,”
“I’m not,” she promised breathlessly as she worked around him, completely immobilizing him as he watched with a silly grin on his face.
Isabel climbed back onto the bed and snuggled into his side. “Sweetie,” she whispered between little kisses that she used to cover his face and neck. “I want you to remember what I’m about to do to you. I want you to know that I am giving myself to you, that I will always be open to you.” She kissed her way across his chest. “I love the thought of you taking me, of you wrapping your strong arms around me. I want you to make me yours, anywhere, anytime you want me.” She kissed her way down his firm stomach. “If you ever wonder if I’m willing, or if you ever wonder if I want you, think back on this. I’m willing.” Isabel licked around his naval, and then followed his soft line of hair lower. “I can’t think of a more obvious way of telling you that I’m yours, that you’re not forcing me, that I want this as much as you do, that I’ll be yours forever.”
Alex heard Isabel’s voce trail off as he was surrounded by a sense of warmth and moisture that burned into the center of his being. Moments later he was harder than he had ever been before, so hard that he thought he was going to burst.
She rose to her hands and knees, straddled his hips, and went back to kissing him. “I love you with my heart and soul.” She kissed him again. “I have been dreaming of this since the first time we kissed.” She reached and took a hold of him. “I’ve got you Alex, and I’m never going to let you go.” She moved him into place and brought herself into contact with him. Their first touch was electric. Isabel almost fainted with the pleasure that filled her soul as she took several short strokes, lowered herself onto Alex. She felt herself opening for him, and paused a moment. Wanting to share this moment with Alex, she opened her eyes. She expected to see Alex staring at her breast, but although his eyes were glazed, she saw that they were locked on hers, and they were overfilling with tears of joy. Thus encouraged she continued to join with him. She felt a moment of discomfort, at this still new intrusion, but being in control, she was able to move as she needed to let it pass.
Isabel settled fully on Alex, feeling complete for the first time in her life, for the first time in both of her lives. She threw her head back, reveling in the feelings that Alex was evoking in her, but this was not about her. This time she wanted to show her mate just what he meant to her. She snapped herself back to the present and looked her lover in the eyes. She bit her lower lip as she began to rock back and forth, taking him in and out of her. “Do you like Sweetie?” she gasped. She saw the look of bliss on his face. “I’m the only woman you’re ever going to want, you’re ever going to need,” she told him as she added a little pivot of her hips at the bottom of every stroke. “I’m going to do everything you will ever imagine,” she added as she began to alternate the speed and depth of her strokes, her nails biting into his shoulders as her language slipped into the unintelligible sounds that drove him wild.
Alex couldn’t move much, tied as he was, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t arch his back, meeting her flailing body with a thrust of his own, freezing in that reaching position as his mate lost all co-ordination and sagged against him.
“Isabel,,,” Alex murmured. His body was in overload, only surpassed by the fact that his mind could not keep
up with all of the sensations, body and soul, that it was being asked to accept. ‘Now! he heard. “Oh Izzy, I love you, and I will love you until the end of time. Aaaahhhhgggg.”
“What’s the matter lover, one alien princess too much for you?” She settled down next to Alex, kissing him to take the sting out of her words, with a wave, releasing him from her bonds. She continued to caress and kiss him, not allowing him to say anything. Being a teenage boy, he soon responded. Isabel rolled to her back, opening herself to him, “Now where were we.”
Alex started to make love to Isabel a third time, this time agreeing to connect and use their powers. Isabel felt her entire body contract, her release just moments away, when the sensation of her mates velvety hardness slid into her, making her whole, she crossed her peak a third time.
Alex slowed down and looked her in the eyes, “Izzy,” he said. “Isabel!”
“What?” Isabel snapped, clearly irritated.
“There’s something I need to say to you,” he said tenderly, just maintaining enough motion to maintain their passion.
“Now???” Isabel pleaded incredulously. Struggling to catch her breath, she rested her head back on her pillow, switching to internal communication while continuing to rock her hips against him, clearly trying to distract him. “What in the name of God do you need to say in the middle of making love?”
“Sweetheart,” Alex continued. “You had the chance to tie me down and show me what you need to. I’ve been waiting for years for the right time to say this to you, the first time we make love. Izzy, I love you more than life itself. Spending the rest of my life with you is the only thing I’ve ever dreamed of. In my heart there is no more hybrid and no more human, there is no more me and you. From the two of us there is now one, and we are joined forever.”
“Oh Sweetie,” Isabel rebutted, barely able to speak coherently, “I will spend the rest of my life trying to show you just how much I love you. Ever since I left my pod I have felt out of place. I thank God that I was lucky enough to find a loving family, but I still felt incomplete, until I met you. I knew from the moment I met you that I needed you, but I never believed that I would become complete by letting you in. How did you put it? From the two of us there is now one, and we are joined forever. I’ve got you Sweetie, and I’m never going to let you go.”
Isabel burrowed into Alex’s side, never wanting to leave this man who made her complete, but she nevertheless found the energy to giggle and poke at his snowy white butt when he scurried to pull her comforter up over their rapidly cooling skin. “There, we should be comfortable for a while,” he whispered tenderly as he kissed her forehead before wrapping her in his strong arms and pulling her back against his shoulder. Isabel sighed in contentment as she thought back on the past several months, since she had realized that she needed him, watching as the boy who had been waiting her for years become a man as he led her into womanhood, realizing that there was no place she would rather be. As the teens dozed, secure in each others embrace, neither noticed the warm glow between them.
TBC
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Stargazer Gets the Girl
Chapter 22-D Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
THURSDAY, Isabel’s Birthday
“Someone’s in a good mood today,” Liz teased as the twins slid into step on either side of Isabel in the school lobby.
“I think Alex gave her an early birthday present,” Maria teased.
“No, not until tonight, ” Isabel replied with a sigh. “It’s just such a beautiful morning. The sun’s so bright, the air’s so clear, and the birds are singing,,,” each proclamation causing Liz’s eyebrows to ratchet higher. “It’s just a wonderful day to be a girl,,, a normal girl,,, a normal Earth girl,,,”
“Okay,” Liz demanded as she stepped in front of her tall friend, stopping their forward progress and causing an eddy in the current of students heading into the building. “Who are you and what have you done with our Isabel. The Isabel I know pulls the covers over her head when the her alarm goes off and then puts off getting out of bed as long as possible, she followed a stinking bus to school this morning, and I’ve seen her throw shoes at chirping birds outside of her window,,,”
“Ah-ha!” Maria cried out in triumph. “Alex gave you a new floating heart!”
“What?” Isabel exclaimed. “No, this is my heart. It hasn’t been out of my sight since Alex put it around my neck.”
Liz took a good look at the prized jewel. “She right. That’s not the heart you’ve been wearing.”
Isabel looked down, taking her heart in her hand. She pulled it out away from her chest, clandestinely extending the length of the chain so she could see it clearly. What she found in her hand stunned her. The present that Alex had given her after the prom had been comprised of a pair of hearts, each almost rectangular in cross section. The first heart consisted of yellow gold, the color of sunlight, representing Alex’s world, bonded to a second heart of white gold that embodied the starlight of Isabel’s realm.
“It is my heart,” Isabel said, confusion evident in her voice. “I can feel Alex’s presence in it, but it has changed.” Their heart had indeed changed. The jewel she held in her hand was now a single gold heart. On the right half, the outside of the heart was yellow gold, seamlessly fading to white gold on the inside of the profile. At the bottom point the colors crossed so that the yellow gold was now on the inside of the shape as it rose up and turned inward, forming the top of the heart. Where the two sides turned inward and met, forming the heart of the heart itself, the cross-section of the sides flared, forming a stylized vee at their ends. Isabel flipped the heart over, and found that just like the original heart, neither the white or yellow gold dominated. Both her and her mate’s realms were represented equally.
“I always thought it was special,” Maria gushed, “But it’s beautiful now.”
Isabel rubbed it with her fingertips as a smile crossed her face. “I can feel him,” she said softly. “He’s truly a part of me now.”
Liz’s brows shot up as a thought crossed her mind, ‘Isabel finally got what she wanted.’ Instead of saying anything though, she kept this revelation to herself, indulging her instincts with her own private smile. “Come on Girlfriends, lets get going before the bell rings and it’s detention for everyone.”
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Isabel gathered the remains of their dinner, ‘scorching hot’ tacos with all the fixings. She put the bag of trash on the ground next to her and touched it with a fingertip, transforming the refuse into a small pile of rich soil.
“That takes bio-derogation to a whole new level,” Alex quipped.
“Don’t make me out to be some kind of earth mother, I simply didn’t want to get up right now,” Isabel responded as she snuggled back into her mate’s chest.
“Don’t get to comfortable,” Alex told her as he squirmed out from under her. “Aries is up,” he added as he stepped to the telescope that they had borrowed from Liz. He bent and made several coarse adjustments utilizing the spotter scope, followed by a number of more subtle adjustments as he looked through the reticle. “Look,” he commanded softly.
“Aries?” Isabel asked as she bent over the eyepiece.
“That‘s Alpha Arietis, the brightest star in the constellation Aries. This star also has the traditional name of Ras Al Hamal, quite literally the ‘Head of the Sheep’ to distinguish it from the constellation the Ram in general. I consulted with the Granolith, and confirmed that it is your home star. It doesn’t have a name in your language, you simply refer to it as your sun, but here’s where it gets interesting. Your sun is just 66 light years from here, which means that the light you are looking at right now left your solar system in our year 1935. You were alive on Antar when this light was initially produced, so this is the second time you are seeing the same light.”
Isabel looked up from the telescope, her eyes glistening.
“That’s right Sweetheart,” Alex said tenderly. “That’s your home.”
“No Sweetie, it may be where I come from, but this is home. You, Mom, Dad, you’re my home now.” She leaned over and tweaked the focuser. “But it would be wonderful to take you back for a visit, you know, except for the whole civil war and such.”
“Do you see that little star just behind Hamal?”
“Yea,” Isabel answered softly. “Is there anything special about that star?”
“Star 615 of the Harvard Registry, otherwise unnamed, until today,” Alex said softly as he slid into place behind her. He pulled her upright against his chest. Can you still see it? It’s too dim to see by the naked human eye, but you should be able to see it.”
“Not really. It’s so close to Aries,,, Hamal, that it kind of blends in.”
“That’s good,” Alex sighed. “That’s what I was hoping for.”
Isabel turned in his arms and looked at him. “So what now, are you turning into a professional astronomer?”
“Something like that,” he answered as he handed her a wrapped package. “I couldn’t think of a more perfect gift for you than to give you your homeworld back, so I contacted the International Star Registry and had HR615 named Antar,,,”
“Alex!” Isabel snapped with concern as she turned in his arms.
“Don’t worry, I took all the precautions,,,”
“How?” Isabel demanded.
“I used a totally untraceable Tritium link to the internet, and then arranged for a total wanker in East Nowheresville New Zealand to send in the application. The guy designs just enough web sites to pay his bills and then spends the rest of his time either role playing with the screen name ‘Antar’ or downloading kiddy porn from the web site called ‘Naked Asian Teenagers dot com. Don’t worry. I doubt if the FBI knows the significance of the name Antar, but even if they found out about it, they would run into a dead end half away around the world.”
Isabel looked placated at this explanation. “And this?” she continued, holding up the wrapped package.
“It’s a photograph of Aries with a copy of the International Star Registry’s naming certificate tucked in behind it.” Before she could protest again he explained, “I downloaded a blank copy of the certificate form their web site and filled it out myself. It can’t be traced.”
Isabel carefully unwrapped the framed photograph and then touched it, shuffling the sequence of the layers, moving the glass to the back exposing the photograph of Aries. A second touch moved the photo, bringing the Antar certificate to the top. “I know you took every precaution,” she said softly as she gently caressed the certificate. “I know you thought long and hard on how to do this without leaving a paper trail that could be traced back to us.” With a burst of power Isabel dissolved the certificate to a fine layer of dust. “But we live in a world beyond logic and reason. Michael,,,” she paused a moment. “I,,,” she continued in a voice so soft he could barely hear her. “We’re just a little paranoid when it comes to each other’s safety,,, your safety.”
“I’m sorry, I should have thought,,,”
“No,,, no,” Isabel interrupted. “I know you would never hurt us, it’s just,,, You wouldn’t know this about me, but I obsess over the littlest things,,,”
“No,,,” Alex laughingly replied. “You? Obsess?” He took the frame and blew off the dust before handing it back to her. He watched as she tapped the frame, returning the glass to it’s rightful place protecting the photograph. “It’s enough that we know.”
Isabel pushed on his shoulder, making it known that she wanted him to sit back down on the blanket, his back against ‘Stargazer Rock.’ She didn’t have a care in the world as she sat on his lap. “I love the night sky,” she sighed as she leaned back and held his gift against her chest.
“Well, that’s good to hear,” Alex quipped. “Because continuing along the same theme I have something else for you.”
“Alex,,,” Isabel protested with a sigh.
“You didn’t think that was all I was going to get you, do you?” he replied skeptically.
“I’m not keeping score,” she protested. “I have everything I’ve ever wanted already,” she added as she snuggled deeper into his arms.
“I know that,” he quipped, “But we do have the expectations of our admiring public to meet. Besides, this is something I’ve wanted to give you for years, but it wouldn’t have been appropriate until now.” He loosened his grip around her. “Could you turn around? Maybe some light? I don’t want any misunderstandings, any mistaken expectations. I want to watch your reaction.”
Isabel scooted around until she could turn her upper body and face him. Se then picked up a small rock, held it in her hand until it began to glow, and then put it on a larger stone so that it illuminated them. By now, despite her earlier protestations, she was ready for her present.
“Okay, look at me and close your eyes.”
“I don’t close my eyes,” she teased. “You should know I don’t like surprises by now.”
“Oh well,” he sighed dramatically. “Back to the store.”
“You know I like presents more than I don’t like surprises,” she squealed as she slapped his shoulder. “Give me my present,” she teased as she wiggled her butt, burrowing deeper into his lap and settled against his broad chest.
“Close your eyes.”
This time there was no protest as she sat erect in his lap, closing her eyes and crossing her hands in her lap expectantly.
“No peeking!”
“Sweetie,” she replied impatiently. “You’re the only person who’s ever going to get me to close my eyes for you. Don’t push your luck.”
Alex realized that she was in fact trusting him by not peeking, and he instinctively knew that her patience was limited. He quickly burrowed into his pocket and pulled out a small box, a small crushed velvet box that Phillip had been hiding for him ever since the heavily insured package had clandestinely been delivered to Jeff at the Crashdown two weeks earlier. He popped the cover of the box with his thumb, opening it. He held it up in front of her, turning it and adjusting the angle of the box until he got the sparkle factor just right. “Okay, open.”
Isabel opened her eyes, but she cheated. She turned her head so that the first thing she saw were his cerulean blue eyes. “Just what I wanted,” she sighed.
“Ahhmm, to your left?” Alex teased. “In the jewelry box?”
“Jewelry?” Isabel replied flirtingly. “My favorite,” but as she turned and caught sight of her gift, her breath caught in her throat. “Alex!” she gasped. “They’re beautiful.”
Alex beamed as she reached and with near reverence took the box from his hand.
“The diamond represents the brilliance of the stars against the sapphire of the night time sky,” Alex whispered against her neck.
Isabel pulled her hair to the side and leaned forward. “Please,” she asked.
Alex smiled as he took the box from her hand. “What a coincidence,” he teased. “It just so happens you’re not wearing earrings,” he added as he gently slid the jewel into place.”
“Sweetie,” she said playfully, swatting him on the shoulder as she turned to offer her other side, grinding her butt into his lap as she did so. “I was dressing for a romp in the woods with my boyfriend. Earrings were the last thing on my mind.”
“Oh, so this a romp now?” Alex replied confidently as he looked her in the eyes.
“You bet it is,” Isabel answered breathlessly as she leaned in to kiss him. “You buy me jewelry, you going to get laid.”
Alex happily bought into her kiss, but as soon as she came up for breath he had his hand inside of her sweater. Isabel was having none of this, but as she started to pull her tops out of her waistband, Alex placed her hands over hers and stopped her. “This time,” he whispered as he scraped his teeth over the delicate skin of her special spot just behind her ear, “I’m going to be the man.”
Isabel was more than willing to lie back as Alex undressed her, but true to her nature, she wasn’t very patient about the rate at which he was uncovering her various fun places. She moved in ways to help him, inducing him to go faster, all the while caressing whatever part of his body that she could reach. Finally ready for him, she was never felt so feminine as he put his hand on her shoulder and pressed her down onto the soft blanket.
As Alex settled on top of her she knocked his arms out from under him, causing his weight to crush down on her chest. “This is what I was made for, this is where I belong,” she sighed. “On my back, with you between my legs and in my arms.” Sensing her mate trying to support himself again, she pulled him more tightly to her with both her arms and legs, “You’re not going to hurt me, I’m a big girl. I need you on top of me, I need you to complete me.”
Alex struggled to stay coherent, to continue to be able to exchange the words of love and need that were contributing as much to his mates passion as his motions. His skin was on fire, everywhere they touched. Her nails scratching at his back, her legs pulling then together in a slow cadence that neither would be able to maintain much longer. “That doesn’t sound like the Isabel Evans I know,” he gasped. “I can’t believe your place would be under a man.”
“Not a man, you. My mate. On top of me, inside of me, completing me. Unless I want you between my legs, under me. Or on your knees behind me,,,” Isabel took a moment to gasp as he began to caress and squeeze a nipple. “In fact it’s my birthday,” she struggled to continue, “And as long as you’re giving the ‘gift that keeps on giving,’ I want all three.”
“Ah yes, the gift that keeps on giving, that is unless you wear him out.”
“But Sweetie, I’m an alien princess, and while I may need help to bring my mate back from the brink of death, I can heal little problems like that all on my own,,,”
“Little! Little? Woman, I don’t ever want to hear you use the word little when you’re talking about Fred. In fact, I’ll show you little.” Alex pulled his legs higher, looking for purchase, and when he found it, he thrust himself up and into her, until he was practically rolling her hips up off the ground, and at the end of each thrust, he rolled his hips in a little circle.
Isabel lost her ability to speak as her hold on him began to spasm. She bit down on his shoulder.
“No! No biting, no holding back,” he gasped. “I need to hear you.”
Hearing his need of her was all she needed. Isabel peaked, her screams rebounding through the woods.
TBC
Chapter 22-D Izzy Becomes an Adult
By Stargazer MD
THURSDAY, Isabel’s Birthday
“Someone’s in a good mood today,” Liz teased as the twins slid into step on either side of Isabel in the school lobby.
“I think Alex gave her an early birthday present,” Maria teased.
“No, not until tonight, ” Isabel replied with a sigh. “It’s just such a beautiful morning. The sun’s so bright, the air’s so clear, and the birds are singing,,,” each proclamation causing Liz’s eyebrows to ratchet higher. “It’s just a wonderful day to be a girl,,, a normal girl,,, a normal Earth girl,,,”
“Okay,” Liz demanded as she stepped in front of her tall friend, stopping their forward progress and causing an eddy in the current of students heading into the building. “Who are you and what have you done with our Isabel. The Isabel I know pulls the covers over her head when the her alarm goes off and then puts off getting out of bed as long as possible, she followed a stinking bus to school this morning, and I’ve seen her throw shoes at chirping birds outside of her window,,,”
“Ah-ha!” Maria cried out in triumph. “Alex gave you a new floating heart!”
“What?” Isabel exclaimed. “No, this is my heart. It hasn’t been out of my sight since Alex put it around my neck.”
Liz took a good look at the prized jewel. “She right. That’s not the heart you’ve been wearing.”
Isabel looked down, taking her heart in her hand. She pulled it out away from her chest, clandestinely extending the length of the chain so she could see it clearly. What she found in her hand stunned her. The present that Alex had given her after the prom had been comprised of a pair of hearts, each almost rectangular in cross section. The first heart consisted of yellow gold, the color of sunlight, representing Alex’s world, bonded to a second heart of white gold that embodied the starlight of Isabel’s realm.
“It is my heart,” Isabel said, confusion evident in her voice. “I can feel Alex’s presence in it, but it has changed.” Their heart had indeed changed. The jewel she held in her hand was now a single gold heart. On the right half, the outside of the heart was yellow gold, seamlessly fading to white gold on the inside of the profile. At the bottom point the colors crossed so that the yellow gold was now on the inside of the shape as it rose up and turned inward, forming the top of the heart. Where the two sides turned inward and met, forming the heart of the heart itself, the cross-section of the sides flared, forming a stylized vee at their ends. Isabel flipped the heart over, and found that just like the original heart, neither the white or yellow gold dominated. Both her and her mate’s realms were represented equally.
“I always thought it was special,” Maria gushed, “But it’s beautiful now.”
Isabel rubbed it with her fingertips as a smile crossed her face. “I can feel him,” she said softly. “He’s truly a part of me now.”
Liz’s brows shot up as a thought crossed her mind, ‘Isabel finally got what she wanted.’ Instead of saying anything though, she kept this revelation to herself, indulging her instincts with her own private smile. “Come on Girlfriends, lets get going before the bell rings and it’s detention for everyone.”
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Isabel gathered the remains of their dinner, ‘scorching hot’ tacos with all the fixings. She put the bag of trash on the ground next to her and touched it with a fingertip, transforming the refuse into a small pile of rich soil.
“That takes bio-derogation to a whole new level,” Alex quipped.
“Don’t make me out to be some kind of earth mother, I simply didn’t want to get up right now,” Isabel responded as she snuggled back into her mate’s chest.
“Don’t get to comfortable,” Alex told her as he squirmed out from under her. “Aries is up,” he added as he stepped to the telescope that they had borrowed from Liz. He bent and made several coarse adjustments utilizing the spotter scope, followed by a number of more subtle adjustments as he looked through the reticle. “Look,” he commanded softly.
“Aries?” Isabel asked as she bent over the eyepiece.
“That‘s Alpha Arietis, the brightest star in the constellation Aries. This star also has the traditional name of Ras Al Hamal, quite literally the ‘Head of the Sheep’ to distinguish it from the constellation the Ram in general. I consulted with the Granolith, and confirmed that it is your home star. It doesn’t have a name in your language, you simply refer to it as your sun, but here’s where it gets interesting. Your sun is just 66 light years from here, which means that the light you are looking at right now left your solar system in our year 1935. You were alive on Antar when this light was initially produced, so this is the second time you are seeing the same light.”
Isabel looked up from the telescope, her eyes glistening.
“That’s right Sweetheart,” Alex said tenderly. “That’s your home.”
“No Sweetie, it may be where I come from, but this is home. You, Mom, Dad, you’re my home now.” She leaned over and tweaked the focuser. “But it would be wonderful to take you back for a visit, you know, except for the whole civil war and such.”
“Do you see that little star just behind Hamal?”
“Yea,” Isabel answered softly. “Is there anything special about that star?”
“Star 615 of the Harvard Registry, otherwise unnamed, until today,” Alex said softly as he slid into place behind her. He pulled her upright against his chest. Can you still see it? It’s too dim to see by the naked human eye, but you should be able to see it.”
“Not really. It’s so close to Aries,,, Hamal, that it kind of blends in.”
“That’s good,” Alex sighed. “That’s what I was hoping for.”
Isabel turned in his arms and looked at him. “So what now, are you turning into a professional astronomer?”
“Something like that,” he answered as he handed her a wrapped package. “I couldn’t think of a more perfect gift for you than to give you your homeworld back, so I contacted the International Star Registry and had HR615 named Antar,,,”
“Alex!” Isabel snapped with concern as she turned in his arms.
“Don’t worry, I took all the precautions,,,”
“How?” Isabel demanded.
“I used a totally untraceable Tritium link to the internet, and then arranged for a total wanker in East Nowheresville New Zealand to send in the application. The guy designs just enough web sites to pay his bills and then spends the rest of his time either role playing with the screen name ‘Antar’ or downloading kiddy porn from the web site called ‘Naked Asian Teenagers dot com. Don’t worry. I doubt if the FBI knows the significance of the name Antar, but even if they found out about it, they would run into a dead end half away around the world.”
Isabel looked placated at this explanation. “And this?” she continued, holding up the wrapped package.
“It’s a photograph of Aries with a copy of the International Star Registry’s naming certificate tucked in behind it.” Before she could protest again he explained, “I downloaded a blank copy of the certificate form their web site and filled it out myself. It can’t be traced.”
Isabel carefully unwrapped the framed photograph and then touched it, shuffling the sequence of the layers, moving the glass to the back exposing the photograph of Aries. A second touch moved the photo, bringing the Antar certificate to the top. “I know you took every precaution,” she said softly as she gently caressed the certificate. “I know you thought long and hard on how to do this without leaving a paper trail that could be traced back to us.” With a burst of power Isabel dissolved the certificate to a fine layer of dust. “But we live in a world beyond logic and reason. Michael,,,” she paused a moment. “I,,,” she continued in a voice so soft he could barely hear her. “We’re just a little paranoid when it comes to each other’s safety,,, your safety.”
“I’m sorry, I should have thought,,,”
“No,,, no,” Isabel interrupted. “I know you would never hurt us, it’s just,,, You wouldn’t know this about me, but I obsess over the littlest things,,,”
“No,,,” Alex laughingly replied. “You? Obsess?” He took the frame and blew off the dust before handing it back to her. He watched as she tapped the frame, returning the glass to it’s rightful place protecting the photograph. “It’s enough that we know.”
Isabel pushed on his shoulder, making it known that she wanted him to sit back down on the blanket, his back against ‘Stargazer Rock.’ She didn’t have a care in the world as she sat on his lap. “I love the night sky,” she sighed as she leaned back and held his gift against her chest.
“Well, that’s good to hear,” Alex quipped. “Because continuing along the same theme I have something else for you.”
“Alex,,,” Isabel protested with a sigh.
“You didn’t think that was all I was going to get you, do you?” he replied skeptically.
“I’m not keeping score,” she protested. “I have everything I’ve ever wanted already,” she added as she snuggled deeper into his arms.
“I know that,” he quipped, “But we do have the expectations of our admiring public to meet. Besides, this is something I’ve wanted to give you for years, but it wouldn’t have been appropriate until now.” He loosened his grip around her. “Could you turn around? Maybe some light? I don’t want any misunderstandings, any mistaken expectations. I want to watch your reaction.”
Isabel scooted around until she could turn her upper body and face him. Se then picked up a small rock, held it in her hand until it began to glow, and then put it on a larger stone so that it illuminated them. By now, despite her earlier protestations, she was ready for her present.
“Okay, look at me and close your eyes.”
“I don’t close my eyes,” she teased. “You should know I don’t like surprises by now.”
“Oh well,” he sighed dramatically. “Back to the store.”
“You know I like presents more than I don’t like surprises,” she squealed as she slapped his shoulder. “Give me my present,” she teased as she wiggled her butt, burrowing deeper into his lap and settled against his broad chest.
“Close your eyes.”
This time there was no protest as she sat erect in his lap, closing her eyes and crossing her hands in her lap expectantly.
“No peeking!”
“Sweetie,” she replied impatiently. “You’re the only person who’s ever going to get me to close my eyes for you. Don’t push your luck.”
Alex realized that she was in fact trusting him by not peeking, and he instinctively knew that her patience was limited. He quickly burrowed into his pocket and pulled out a small box, a small crushed velvet box that Phillip had been hiding for him ever since the heavily insured package had clandestinely been delivered to Jeff at the Crashdown two weeks earlier. He popped the cover of the box with his thumb, opening it. He held it up in front of her, turning it and adjusting the angle of the box until he got the sparkle factor just right. “Okay, open.”
Isabel opened her eyes, but she cheated. She turned her head so that the first thing she saw were his cerulean blue eyes. “Just what I wanted,” she sighed.
“Ahhmm, to your left?” Alex teased. “In the jewelry box?”
“Jewelry?” Isabel replied flirtingly. “My favorite,” but as she turned and caught sight of her gift, her breath caught in her throat. “Alex!” she gasped. “They’re beautiful.”
Alex beamed as she reached and with near reverence took the box from his hand.
“The diamond represents the brilliance of the stars against the sapphire of the night time sky,” Alex whispered against her neck.
Isabel pulled her hair to the side and leaned forward. “Please,” she asked.
Alex smiled as he took the box from her hand. “What a coincidence,” he teased. “It just so happens you’re not wearing earrings,” he added as he gently slid the jewel into place.”
“Sweetie,” she said playfully, swatting him on the shoulder as she turned to offer her other side, grinding her butt into his lap as she did so. “I was dressing for a romp in the woods with my boyfriend. Earrings were the last thing on my mind.”
“Oh, so this a romp now?” Alex replied confidently as he looked her in the eyes.
“You bet it is,” Isabel answered breathlessly as she leaned in to kiss him. “You buy me jewelry, you going to get laid.”
Alex happily bought into her kiss, but as soon as she came up for breath he had his hand inside of her sweater. Isabel was having none of this, but as she started to pull her tops out of her waistband, Alex placed her hands over hers and stopped her. “This time,” he whispered as he scraped his teeth over the delicate skin of her special spot just behind her ear, “I’m going to be the man.”
Isabel was more than willing to lie back as Alex undressed her, but true to her nature, she wasn’t very patient about the rate at which he was uncovering her various fun places. She moved in ways to help him, inducing him to go faster, all the while caressing whatever part of his body that she could reach. Finally ready for him, she was never felt so feminine as he put his hand on her shoulder and pressed her down onto the soft blanket.
As Alex settled on top of her she knocked his arms out from under him, causing his weight to crush down on her chest. “This is what I was made for, this is where I belong,” she sighed. “On my back, with you between my legs and in my arms.” Sensing her mate trying to support himself again, she pulled him more tightly to her with both her arms and legs, “You’re not going to hurt me, I’m a big girl. I need you on top of me, I need you to complete me.”
Alex struggled to stay coherent, to continue to be able to exchange the words of love and need that were contributing as much to his mates passion as his motions. His skin was on fire, everywhere they touched. Her nails scratching at his back, her legs pulling then together in a slow cadence that neither would be able to maintain much longer. “That doesn’t sound like the Isabel Evans I know,” he gasped. “I can’t believe your place would be under a man.”
“Not a man, you. My mate. On top of me, inside of me, completing me. Unless I want you between my legs, under me. Or on your knees behind me,,,” Isabel took a moment to gasp as he began to caress and squeeze a nipple. “In fact it’s my birthday,” she struggled to continue, “And as long as you’re giving the ‘gift that keeps on giving,’ I want all three.”
“Ah yes, the gift that keeps on giving, that is unless you wear him out.”
“But Sweetie, I’m an alien princess, and while I may need help to bring my mate back from the brink of death, I can heal little problems like that all on my own,,,”
“Little! Little? Woman, I don’t ever want to hear you use the word little when you’re talking about Fred. In fact, I’ll show you little.” Alex pulled his legs higher, looking for purchase, and when he found it, he thrust himself up and into her, until he was practically rolling her hips up off the ground, and at the end of each thrust, he rolled his hips in a little circle.
Isabel lost her ability to speak as her hold on him began to spasm. She bit down on his shoulder.
“No! No biting, no holding back,” he gasped. “I need to hear you.”
Hearing his need of her was all she needed. Isabel peaked, her screams rebounding through the woods.
TBC