Cricket took the damp cotton ball, carefully dropped it into the jar, quickly screwed on the lid and with a reverent silence she watched the Monarch gently flutter its wings for the last time. Checking her watch, she waited for several minutes after she had noticed all movement in the jar stop. Making sure she didn't jostle the jar, Cricket slowly unscrewed the lid and, with delicate tenderness, she removed the butterfly from the jar. Holding her breath, she pierced the insect's abdomen with a pin and mounted the bright orange creature in her display case.
Finally finished with the mounting of her collection, she relaxed, looking over the display with a bittersweet satisfaction. A bit sad at seeing these beautiful insects motionless, she was happy that finally her work was being recognized. "Perhaps," she thought, "this type of display will heighten the public's awareness of the benefits of the insect world. Perhaps now she would gain some support in her fight to curb the wanton, senseless destruction of beneficial insects though the uncontrolled use of insecticides."
Cricket wasn't a nut, but she was crazy about insects, had been since she was young. Formally named Catherine Whitcomb Long, she had been called Cricket for as long as she could remember. It seemed she hatched from her mother's womb interested in insects, by age two she could coax any butterfly in town to land on her and by the time she went to first grade, she was raising bees.
Although she had a few friends, as Cricket grew, her interests were distinctly different from most kids her age, so she never really fit in any crowds. Too small for sports and not attractive enough for cheerleading, she pretty much avoided the high society cliché at school. She was not really tragic enough to fit into the dark gothic shadows and never really nerdy enough to fit that crowd. She was basically an independent who spent most of her time in the science and biology wing of high school.
It was not until she entered the local university with a scholarship in biology that she found herself interacting with people with some similar interests. It was awkward for most of her new friends at college; all of them had also been very independent wherever they came from. Each of the students, finally finding themselves surrounded by others with the same passions and interests, tended to simply ramble at length, oblivious to anything or anyone outside their conversation. The entire wing of the biology building always seemed to be abuzz with the most incredible conversations.
"I remember mounting my first butterfly; we were in a field, with no one around. I coaxed her to open for me and I saw the most incredible sight, so beautiful. I penetrated her so gently, she hardly moved..."
"No ether or..."
"I didn't know about that back then, I was just fumbling around then."
It didn't really matter who was talking and who was listening, the students just hovered, drawn to the light of intelligentual insect related conversation. They would talk for hours, each topping the other with incredible tales of insect behavior. Cricket had finally found her element, and she shined.
Preparing for the upcoming University Biology Fair, these students had practically lived at the biology labs and Cricket, on more than one occasion had awakened in a strange corner of the lab, curled up with several other friends. Now, with their exhibits coming together, they decided to throw a big party, a christening of sorts for each of their projects as they entered into the competition against the best from several other schools in the state.
During the party, each of the students took turns coming up to the front of the lab and presenting their project to the group. Her display was everyone's favorite so she was the last to present. She stood before this group of friends, nervously curling her greasy, kinky-curled hair and she noticed someone, someone she had never really paid much attention to before. Sure, he had been around, but Cricket and he had just never seemed to interact in any way.
Running her tongue over her braces, Cricket found her mouth very dry, a bit from the nervousness she supposed, but there was something else, as if butterflies swirled in her stomach. The intensity of the swirling seemed increase whenever she looked at... at... yes, Jack was his name.
"Well, ah, I wanted to thank you for all the help and encouragement as I worked on my project about the impending disaster we face due to insecticides," Cricket began, noticing Jack fluttering between the displays surrounding the room. "Ah, where was I, yes, insecticides. I had hoped that my display depicting the lives of beneficial insects would help make people aware of the inherent dangers in widespread us of these chemicals."
Cricket had planned to talk more, but the strange tingling between her legs was simply too distracting. Though not a virgin, Cricket was inexperienced with this type of feeling and she had to explore it further. Her earlier sexual contacts with friends here, though interesting, were awkward and uninspiring.
Stepping down from the podium, Cricket stalked Jack, cornering him near a storage room some of the students had set up with some cots and sleeping bags. She rested her hands on her wasp-like waist and introduced herself.
"Hi, I've seen you around, but we have never officially met. I'm Cricket," she said, extending her hand.
"Ugh, hi, I'm..."
"Jack right? See I told you I've seen you around. Do you have a display here?"
"No, uh, I'm just here kind of looking."
"Oh, I thought all the students had to have a project," Cricket said curiously.
"Well, I'm not really a student."
"Oh, are you an assistant here?"
"Well, something like that," he answered with a shrug.
The din in the room had been steadily increasing and suddenly, someone near Cricket lurched against one of the lab tables, knocking a chemical bottle shattering onto the floor. Cricket smelled an odd odor just before she felt her knees buckle and the room go dark.
In what seemed like only a few moments, Cricket found herself on a cot, looking up into Jack's face. Feeling the effects of the chemical fumes, she shook her head, trying to clear the image of Jack's three pair of eyes.
"Are you okay? I caught you before you hit the floor. There was a lot of glass around."
"I'm okay, just a little groggy here." Looking around, she noticed she was in the storage closet, with the door shut. It was odd, although she could see her surroundings perfectly, Jack's face was still distorted.
"Can I get you anything, a drink?"
"No I'm fine," she said, seeing her blouse hung up in a corner of the room. "Is that my blouse?"
"Yes, some of the chemical got on it, I used some water to try and get it off."
Cricket shook her head, and paused for a moment, though still a bit groggy (his face still had all those eyes) she decided to take a chance. "It's not fair you know," she whispered, unbuttoning Jack's shirt, "I shouldn't be the only one without a shirt."
As the buttons came loose, she pulled it over his shoulders and sat up, running her fingers over his thorax. It felt odd for her, but shaking her head again, she figured it was the fumes still bothering her a bit. He turned her head to his and leaned to kiss him. His full lips parted slightly to her tongue and as their tongues touched, his felt too thin and a bit raspy.
This roughness excited her, especially when she felt its moist but rough surface run down her neck. His front appendages deftly unhooked her bra and she arched her back, trembling as that long raspy tongue ran over her nipples. She reached down, unfastened her pants and wriggled out of them. She lay back on the cot as his tongue crawled down over her stomach, through her curly pubic hair and into her slit.
Opening her legs to him, she wrapped one over his shoulders to pull him closer. She felt the thin membrane of his wing caress her foot as his tongue slithered into her wet slit and he grabbed her ass with his front appendages. One of his middle ones carefully entered her as his long tongue wrapped around her clit.
Cricket moaned as sensations overwhelmed her, that wet raspy caress on her clit and the firm and deep prodding into her pussy. In moments she arched her back in the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. Wanting to feel his cock now, she sat up and unfastened his pants. He stood and they slid easily down his thin legs. She reached up and caressed his abdomen as she pulled him down onto her.
Reaching between his legs, she found him hard and ready. His cock made a crackling sound as she stroked it with her hands, moving first gently, then more firmly over each segment in it. He clicked a strange buzzing moan as she guided each segment into herself.
His motion was oddly stimulating to her, he twitched in strange motions as he slid in and out of her. Inside her the feeling was incredible as each segment hinged independently of the others kind of corkscrewing as it moved. Overwhelmed with these feelings, she wrapped herself around him as she came again, her tight pussy clenching that wonderful cock.
As she recovered she noticed Jack's twitching intensify and knew he would come soon. She whispered to him, "Come on Jack, come for me."
Hearing her words, he buzzed and quickly pulled himself out of her, spraying his clear sticky honeydew all over her breasts and stomach. It didn't come in spurts like she expected, but in a fine mist that settled gently over her. It smelled sweet, and when Cricket ran her fingers through it and brought it to her mouth, it tasted sweet too. Sweet and intoxicating... Cricket suddenly felt dizzy and as she laid her head back, everything went black.
She came to a bit later, fully dressed and surrounded by her classmates. "Cricket, are you okay?" "That ether really did something to you." The words buzzed around her head. She sat up and looked around, but couldn't find Jack.
"I'm okay I guess... wow, I had the strangest dream."
"Well you were out for a while," one of her friends said, smiling at her.
They helped her as she walked out into the lab, where she still smelled the lingering scent of the chemical. Leaning onto one of her friends, she moved away from where the spill happened. Looking to the door, she noticed someone hovering just out in the hallway. Catching a brief glimpse of his face, she saw a smile and then noticed he was suddenly gone.
She thought about Jack for a moment, about her dream and she noticed that her blouse stuck to her in a few places. Pulling it from her skin, it felt sticky and as she touched her finger to herself, it stuck slightly. Moving the finger to her mouth, she ran her tongue over her finger and tasted the sweet honeydew.
She walked to the doorway to look for Jack, but he had flown away somewhere. She wondered if she would ever see him again.