Alien AutoDoc Arm Appliance

"You smell good."

"Uh... thank you?"

"I brushed your bare arm as you turned to walk away. Some of your sweat got on my sleeve. I smelled it. It was... " She had no words, she was confused and kind of barely-hint-of-smiling.

"Huh." I pulled off my uniform shirt, the one with our school logo we all race in. "Here. Fair warning, it's got a LOT of sweat on it."

She held out her hands, and though she caught it, she was looking at my body for a moment before forcing herself to look at the shirt. Holding it to her face, she experimentally inhaled, then fully inhaled. "THIS. This is what I wanted to smell more of."

Something about her attitude had changed from being queen bitch.

I loaded up the washer with detergent, then went out and got my laundry basket and brought it back from my room.

Putting it on the second chair in the room, I said, "Want to help? Sort."

It was dirty laundry. I was insulting her and loving it. Here was this stuck-up prig of a girl who had no sense of scale, and she was in my laundry room. I wondered if I could get her to touch dirty laundry.

She looked at me quizzically, "I never do laundry. How do you sort it?"

"Darks and whites. Simple. Whites there, darks there." I started making two piles.

She pulled stuff out of the dirty basket, too, not picking with fingers, though, like I thought she might.

Stopping in the middle, she picked up my race shirt again and inhaled deeply, then pulled it down, a confused look on her face. "You wear some kind of cologne?"

I laughed, "No money for that. Just soap and me. And, on that shirt? There's a lot of me!" It was amusing.

We don't wear deodorant on race day because it stops perspiration and you need that to cool off. It may or may not be true, but it had psychological power so that was our thing.

We had a joke on the team: "I have SOOOO Many muscles, I even SMELL strong!"

Missy and I finished sorting and I had undressed enough to only have on my racing shorts and runderwear (running underwear). I couldn't take those off, she was standing there.

She was waiting for something?

I said, "I have to wash my jersey shorts. That means, I'm about to get naked. I'm pretty sure you can't handle that, so you might want to close your eyes or just scream ahead of time."

Her hand went to her hip. "I've seen my dad naked. I've seen porn. I know what dicks look like."

The door banged upstairs and I heard the garage door moving. I idly said, "Mom's leaving."

Missy still had her hand on her hip.

I asked, "Are you going to scream?"

"Duh! No!"

I had to call her bluff. Still, I was a little self-conscious.

Turning sideways, I put my fingers in my waistband and pulled down, getting my shorts off and pulling out the underwear from the shorts, then putting both of them in the wash.

Looking at her, I joked, "You want to wash anything?"

"I've... never done the wash."

I pointed at the machine, very aware my bare butt was facing her, "Well, watch."

She came over a few steps, then came to stand beside me. "There. Put all of one color in - whites or darks - and then select temperature. Whites, turn it to HOT, everything else gets WARM... Really, jeans get cold, but I don't wash jeans that much, I have like 3 pairs and I wear them for a week at a stretch, they don't get dirty."

She nodded like this was serious talk.

I was still freakin' naked!

I continued since why not. "Detergent, just a cup sprinkled on top. I did that, see it? Yeah. That cup, that's for bleach, a cup if you need it same as detergent. I don't bleach stuff unless it's white and super-stinky, and even then it's WAY risky - bleach totally ruins clothes, super-easy. So, yeah, rare. Pull out, turn here for temp, like I said. Then, just close the lid. Started." The machine hummed.

Her face showed an appreciation of the machine, like this was revealed knowledge to her, something complicated she could learn but never had.

I looked over at her. Her sweatshirt was bunched up and kind of frumpy looking, but I got the sense that was intentional. She was leaning front-first into the washing machine, and I could tell that her waist was thin, while her sweatshirt bulged out.

I said, "It's not fair, you know."

Her voice sounded distant. She was staring at the washer dial. "What?"

"I'm completely naked. You're fully dressed. Fairness demands. Make it even."

"You could get dressed again."

"Gotta shower first." I got inspired, "How about this. You shower with me. We can both get clean."

She laughed incredulously, like anyone would dare suggest that.

I said, "I'll make it easy. I want you to shower with me. In fact, I'm telling you to. Yep. You have to shower with me." My silly grin, I hoped, removed any implied threat. I was having fun with this, her stuck-up history was contrasting strongly with what I was getting away with.

Her eyes moved back to mine and she started speaking more slowly, like she was seriously considering it.

I had NO idea why. Girls didn't generally take me seriously.

She said, "Ethically, I have to do that. I have taken advantage of you. I have been mean to you. You have been nice to me. You have been open with me. You have told me information that might have saved my life, about my pee while I was sick. You have been honest and forthright. You are strong, a really good runner. You are a champion. Capable. You smell incredibly good. You are an ethical person. I need to believe you, so I can learn ethics, and be a better person."

This was a surreal train of thought to listen to. It was so odd, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. Sure, she could leave at this point, but I had zero expectation that I was going to get anywhere with her anyway.

I looked around. She was in _my_ basement, my laundry room, my personal space, even, pretty close to me.

I was Very Naked - though the fluorescent lights probably weren't doing me any favors, and I'd just been running so I had to smell bad. And, despite her being a girl and near me, I wasn't hard or anything. It was cool there, and I wasn't feeling particularly sexy. Thank goodness.

Really, if I'd been hard, I wouldn't have stripped down in the first place. As it was, having enough bravery to drop trou was kind of an achievement for me.

More odd things could happen, but I wasn't sure what they'd be.

Turning to me, she said, "I think I have to do what you say now. Whatever you say. It seems like, the only right thing for me to do from now on is to ... listen to you, and do what you say. So, please? Don't tell me to do stupid stuff. I want to be a good person."

She would do whatever I said? Who was this girl? This incredibly stuck-up girl, was saying she'd do anything I said?

I had to test this out. But, I could tell she was being vulnerable, too, and that didn't seem right to take advantage of, too far. Her eyes met mine, and I said, "Take off all your clothes, and we'll go take a shower. Then we'll be even, both naked."

She went over and put her foot on the chair and unlaced her shoe, then the other shoe, and took them off, setting them up on my folding-table. She followed that by peeling her socks off, shaking them out and lining them up across her shoes. Reaching down and pulling up on the bottom of her sweatshirt, she peeled it up, getting it past her shoulder-length hair, shaking it out and folding it across her shoes.

From the back and even through her shirt, her shoulders showed several compound bra straps that looked pretty different from my mother's and sister's.

Her next pull was her t-shirt, which from the back showed a black bra that, yes, was very different.

Finding her belt and undoing that, then dropping her loose jeans, she folded those, too, showing off very nice soft white legs. Her butt was really rounded, but covered by yellow cotton panties, which she pulled down straightforwardly. Last to come off was her bra, which she just pulled up from the bottom and folded (one cup into the other) on top of the rest of her clothes.

Wowzers!

Her body was Amazing Amazing Beyond Amazing.

She turned back to me, her lips pursed and her eyes evaluating an idea she was having, and her voice sounded like she was tracing something down, "I was sick. I came here, because I was sick, and you might know why I was sick. I think I'm figuring out, I was sick ... two ways. My body was sick. I think I'm mind-sick, too. I haven't been nice to people. I haven't been a good person. Being bad is... wrong. I want to do the right things now."

Her talking through this just kept being amazing in a different way. I was having fun looking at her boobs, and down her body to her really, really bushy triangle.

"This way." I walked out and led us to the bathroom, like that was normal or something.

Nothing about this was normal.

Now, I'm not stupid. I live in a house with two sisters and two parents and you take showers with the door shut, doubly so because I had this oddly naked, very confused, and previously very stuck up bitch in my bathroom.

Thus, I shut the door behind me.

While I got the shower going, I waved my arm at her to get her attention. "Missy?"

"Yeah?" She'd been looking over the bathroom, confused, I think, by the covered jacuzzi tub.

"Shower now."

The shower was a large tiled stall area; it'd been big enough for two showerheads but for some reason they hadn't done that. I opened the glass door and held it open for her. She got in and I pulled it shut behind me.

Her large but forward-pointy breasts bounced as she moved.

Getting the water temperature right, I stepped backwards and took her hand, pulling her in with me, letting the water go between us.

She exhaled in surprise at it, but we were functionally hugging. I put an arm over her shoulder and turned so I could get to the soap, but she bent her head down and stuck her nose in my armpit and inhaled, "Yes. This is ... it's like I've forgotten something important, and this is a clue for what it is."

I took the soap and set about washing myself, stepping back out of the spray so she could have it. Seeing a parallel idea, I said, "See? I'm stepping out of the warm water. I'm getting cold, just so you can have the warm water instead. Do you realize this is me giving you something, a gift? Of warmth?"

Seh thought about it, and stepped back, then shivered when the spray bouncing got cold. "Oh. Yeah."

I said, "Do you have anything you want to give me?"

"Honesty. I think, it's probably important to be honest. So... I want to give you a blowjob. I want to see how a penis works. Can you pee for me? Here?"

I laughed, "Uh... hold on."

I tried to pee, and sure enough I could. I hadn't in a while.

She reached out while I was peeing and put her finger in the stream. "Warm... but cooler than the water."

I hadn't thought about that part.

Her finger, with the pee on it, came up to her lips. Looking at me, she touched her tongue to it. "Huh. Pee. I think I've tasted this sometime. Not sure when. It's vaguely familiar."

She'd done that scientifically, like with a detached attitude of an observer. Tasting someone's pee was seriously oddball, but she'd done it, fearless. I had to give her that. I wasn't sure if I'd taste her pee even on a dare.

I put on shampoo out of the water and handed her the soap. She soaped herself, letting the soap run all over her and down. There wasn't much to run over - she was athletic and thin, and very trim except for her huge boobs.

Rinsing the shampoo off, I stepped into the water again and pressed up against her, feeling her soft skin rub against mine. Finishing the rinse-off, watching the last of the suds go down the drain, I rubbed her back, then her front, to get the soap off, and she did the same for me.

I leaned in and we kissed.

That was the first time I'd kissed a new girl since I started dating Lara about two years before. Lara, who had functionally dumped me over a week before, but had phrased it as 'no talking for a week or two', had put me on a back burner. It wasn't an outright dump, it was just the 'time apart' code words I was supposed to understand. All because I'd suggested talking about sex, not even having it, just talking about it.

Missy wasn't talking. Missy was doing.

Our lips pressed together, and I loved the sensation of her softness pushing up against me, her hands roaming my back and pulling me to her.

The water started getting cooler, and I knew our shower time was limited, given the washer was running. I'd made that mistake before!

Turning around and shutting off the water, I opened the door and we stepped out. It was like she didn't know how to open shower doors, either.

Exactly what did she know how to do? Ride horses and drive a BMW?

I only had one towel, so I handed it to her and went to get another one.

She was disappointed when I came back. "YOU, Kevin, are being very very nice to me. You are thinking of me first? When... I've wronged you, lots of times. I can think of those, now - each time, and I'm cringing at what I said."

"Yeah, well you hurt a lot of people, it's kinda your thing."

"I can't make up for it, those times! It shows you're better than me. I want to... to aim, to be better than ... than I have been."

We dried off, and I led her by the hand to my bedroom, where I shut the door behind us. My bed wasn't made because I never did that except for my D&D group 'parties'. Hanging the towel over the back of my desk chair, I lay down on my bed and waited.

She'd said she wanted to give me a blowjob, I decided to wait and see if it happened.

Coming to lay beside me, she said, "I'm nervous. I've never given a blowjob before."

Happy days! She picked up on the blowjob possibility again!

Out loud, I said, "Uh... Oh." I thought. "I've only gotten maybe ten of them before, so I'm not an expert in getting them, either. But, I think ... maybe you should watch more porn, and read online, maybe there's directions."

"But... now?"

"Let's try, you can see if it's hard or easy." I leaned back flat on the bed, my legs still over the sides.

Her boobs dominated my vision, even from the side as she sat next to me.

Bending down, she got her head closer to my cock, looking down at it pensively, then opening her mouth and coming down over the top like she wasn't sure how she was going to fit it in.

Really, she did have a reasonable problem - I was really erect by that point, and when I am, sometimes the head of my cock swells out more like an arrowhead, so maybe it was harder to get in her mouth.

She managed, though, and started bobbing up and down, using her whole upper body, then her head, to get some depth. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat, but she kept going in a nice rhythm.

I said, "Good, like that. It'll take a few minutes, just keep up the rhythm..."

She did.

I was on such a hair-trigger, it couldn't have been a whole 5 minutes. I warned her, "I'm ... gonna cum... it's gonna be big, so just hold it in, and swallow fast, okay? Ready...uhhhhhh....ohhhyeahhh.... Gonnna.... Yeah.... Urnnrrnnnggggg!!!! Guuuuuuufkffuckkkkkkk...."

I writhed around on the bed for while as I came, but she kept latched on to the top of my penis and sucked and sucked until I told her to stop, it was too sensitive.

Oh, sweet times coming in a soft hot mouth!

She moved up then, smacked her lips, and lay down beside me.

There wasn't much to do but just breathe and relax, and Wow was I relaxed.

She looked up from being tucked under my arm, her breasts pressed against my chest and side, "So... pointers?"

I was just smiling super-wide and said, "Good.... For now..."

As I relaxed, I got inspired to check on her 'info'. The readout was in alien words, but my brain was starting to be able to read phrases better and get the gist faster.

She was 'fixed', in terms of a long list of things that had been wrong, but there were some items outstanding that were 'in process'.

The list included (it was long): 'compassion', 'metaphor', 'corrected instincts', and 'power structures', and 'relationship skills'.

I looked over to her and asked, "So. You said you'd do whatever I said."

"Yes, sir."

I raised an eyebrow at the 'sir'. "Okay. Stand up, turn around, then bend over all the way so I can see... everything."

She moved like she was going to get me a kleenex, just a thing she was doing, and that was that. Bending over, I couldn't see her face next to the bed. Her legs weren't apart, either, so I told her about that and she got them apart so I could see.

The answer was, yes, she would do things.

I really wanted to see what doing sixty-nine was like, so I told her to come back up and we'd do that. And, I wanted her to come when I did it, so the goal would not be to give me another blowjob so I'd come, it was just to give her something to imagine while I was licking her.

She moved and we got situated.

I actually got to see girl parts! In Person! This was amazing!

She did have a big bush, but she'd shaved up her legs and along her lips, so it wasn't bushy everywhere, just in front. She smelled like the soap we'd just been using, so she was clean for sure, but there was a darker smell that was heady and good.

Her outer lips were red and parted, and her inner lips were folded over and looked a lot like they do in porn, like slices of roast beef but stuck together.

She lowered herself down to my face, and I pulled with one arm, but figured I need the other one to be down and under so I could hold her leg and so I wasn't shrugging so much.

As she got lower, I started kissing on her upper thigh, slow kisses to see what the feeling would be like on my lips, and she started, like she wasn't used to the idea.

Of course she wasn't!

Pulling her down more, I used my fingers to caress her butt and keep kissing, but I got interrupted by the Strong sensation of her picking up my penis and waving it around, then my balls were moving, too.

She was exploring me!

I was okay with that, for sure!

Kissing her more, I moved into the center and started licking, and I got my first taste of her juices, again heady and almost sweet tasting, tangy, I liked it.

She started with long slow sucks.

In general, leaning my head back, I was faced with a HUGE immense deal, the first really close up view I'd ever had of an honest-to-goodness vagina. Sure, I've seen them in porn, even close up views, which put each hair or fold into sharp focus spread across a laptop screen.

That's NOT the same as seeing one in real life, being able to smell and touch and feel with my tongue and lick this way and that. The softness of the skin, the response she gave to my touch, all that was new and Very Nice.

Calling out to her, I said, "Please tell me what you like? I'm new at this, too."

"Okay?"

Kissing my way in, I got to her lips and then licked them, giving her a start and an inhale, a kind of moan that said, "Ohhhhhhyessss".

Most of the porn views I'd gotten of pussy-licking had been right-side up. That is, nubbin of a clit at the top, with the deep opening at the bottom. This way, though, the opening was at eye height, and my chin was resting over the 'top' of her cleft near where her clit would be, I figured.

Opening my mouth farther, I open-mouth kissed all of it, rubbing my tongue up the length, then down the length of her pussy so that it graced the fold that held her clit.

I knew where the clit was, I just didn't know what she wanted.

Wondering what I was doing and all, I realized I could be using my AutoDoc's heads-up display to give me clues as to what I was doing to her.

Sure enough, the 'info' display showed her current status, and it even had a 'proximity' indicator related to an alien word that didn't make sense but seemed like excitement or fulfillment, I couldn't tell.