Chronicle - Mel and Chris Ch. 03

"That's a strange thing," Anita looked over their heads for a moment, "a couple of weeks after the disappearance a lawyer came by, all three of us were there. He had a court order to collect all of their stuff, including the car. Towed it away."

"From his family?" Mel asked.

"We asked, he said 'no' but just said it was all going into escrow for safekeeping. Order looked real. Other than what Peter had in his room, what Carole had brought over, the car was all he had. Except the bean bag chairs, we asked if we could keep those. The guy let us. He mostly seemed interested in Peter's books and papers, he collected those himself, movers took everything else."

"Remember the lawyer? Still have any of that paperwork?"

The three looked at each other, all shook their heads.

"Sorry," Herb said, "he looked like a lawyer you see in the TV shows, older guy, some grey hair, nice suit. Had a crew from one of the moving companies. Nothing unique."

"Green eyes?" Mel asked.

"Uh, um, no. Not him. Carole did, really green" Anita said as she glanced at her husband and friend, "I'm probably the only one who looked at her eyes..."

"Hey...," Phil muttered, but offered a closed-mouth laugh as agreement. Chris again felt a thigh against his, he pushed back.

"That was really it," Anita said, "Herb was graduating and leaving, he owned most of the furniture, we both had one year left. Moved out of the house into an apartment, moved down south end of the Valley when Phil got the job at Natural Semiconductor. Never got another roommate there. But we still remember the Cokes."

"Cokes?" Mel.

"There were two left, Herb had bought a case of RC Colas," Anita scrunched her nose.

"Big sale," the tall man explained.

"Anyway," Anita again, "we came home, just RC in the fridge. They liked taking Cokes to the Glen."

"Cokes...," Chris said, steady pressure on his thigh.

"What about her sorority," Anita asked, "talk to any of them?"

"The president of the chapter from then was the only name we had from the news articles, she died a couple years ago in a car crash," Mel shook her head, "haven't names for others."

The waiter arrived to pass out their steaks.

"These look damned good," Chris said, but the focus of his concentration was less than the food deserved.

A couple of hours later a naked Chris stood behind Mel, naked herself but for ankle socks and the restored horns. His hands cupped her sweaty tits, lightly caressed her firm nipples. His still stiff cock, covered with their mingled cum, was nestled between her ass cheeks. Her hands reached back and pulled him tight. His chin was on her shoulder.

"Why'd you keep it," Mel said softly, the now-washed, faded, singed, split Coke can on his bookshelf in front of them, "it looked like garbage."

"It looked, like, something. That burn mark. I saw stuff like that when I learned welding, electric arc. Nowhere else... That split, turned outward like it was heated and burst. The pop top was still sealed. We've hauled old cans out of there a few times, none like this. Would still be there if that paper bag hadn't blown into that tree."

She turned her head and kissed his cheek.

"Think it's really from them?"

"After Anita's comment... We figure out this can, we'll figure out how they were taken," he kissed across her shoulder and up her neck, his cock twitched against her and she rubbed back, "hope you're not tired."

"I'm surprised this thing's not tired," she rubbed his cock again, "after what me and Maria did to you the last couple of days. That was a good idea, pull out the king-size bed in the other room. All three of us fit rather nicely."

"We have the place to ourselves," Chris nipped her neck, hand pulled him against her back more tightly, "twins and Sam not back from Idaho until tomorrow. Our bed was kind of tight with Sam there Halloween night. Plus, for a fold-out it's a pretty good mattress."

Mel chuckled.

"Shelly and Frank had no complaints... Maria seemed plenty happy too..."

"Tried our best, her legs a bit rubbery but she could still walk out of here," Chris said, kissed Mel's neck, "under her own power."

"C'mon," she turned her head, kissed his mouth as she twisted her body to face him and forced him backwards onto the bed.

Devil's Tower

"More impressive in person than that movie," Chris said in the morning chill, their exhalations visible in the cold, clear air under a blue sky. The monolith rose silently above them in still air, the surrounding scrub covered in a couple of feet of snow. The parking lot was unplowed but the Blazer had made short work of the mile from the paved road and they were alone at the National Monument.

"I was too young for even you to be interested in my ass when that movie first came out," Mel chuckled, her left arm wrapped around his right in their parkas with their gloved hands clasped, two-thirds of her red, pointed tail visible below the parka, her hood peaked over horns. They kicked the soft, sticky snow as they walked, their waffle soles left defined imprints.

Mel brought them to a stop and she gripped Chris's hand more firmly for a moment.

"My dad had died couple years before, I wanted to go but my mom still wasn't much for going out to movies. I didn't see it until it was released the second time, in 1980, with Shelly and her parents."

"Frank and I went to see that version, too."

She squeezed his hand again and her voice went to a little girl tone he'd heard a couple of times.

"My ass had developed quite a bit in between and you'd have probably first seen it there then. And your obsession with sticking your prick up it would've been born. A year and lots of ice cream bribery later, a jury, an innocent, pigtailed girl testifying..."

Chris let out a closed mouth laugh, a gush of vapor from his nose.

"But Frank, being a respectful gentleman, would've waited for Shelly. And he'd have watched his friend be dragged off to his twenty year prison sentence the next year."

"Hell, he'd have been first in line to testify against me! Good thing I didn't actually see your ass for a few more years!"

Long streams of vapour as they both laughed.

"You never came here?" She shook her head.

"Before this year, not much reason to come this way. We went to Yellowstone with Shelly's family but we drove through Montana, visited Little Bighorn on the way. And the bus certainly didn't come anywhere near."

More vapour as they both laughed at that. He separated their hands and worked one glove off and prepped the camera on its strap around his neck. He posed Mel to front the tower, she flipped her hood back for full horns and held the tip of her tail. He squatted for one angled upward and played with the sun for a couple.

"That'll do," lens cap back on he pulled his glove on as Mel slipped her arm back in his, horns again obscured.

"Think Anna's people are going to come here when they decide to drop in? They studied that movie? Use music and everything?" Mel said, her tone matter-of-fact.

"Given that her main interest seems to be fucking Bobby morning, noon and night," Chris's tone light, "I'd guess they'll show up at a mattress warehouse! Of course, we still can't prove she's from outer space and not just a grad student with an odd voice. Put her in a room with half the students in the Engineering building and she'd only come in middle of the pack in the 'find the alien' contest."

"If she is an alien," Mel said, "that Africa story and the stuff about Jayne is all pretty thorough. Maybe if we ever get to actually meet this Jayne, ask her about Carole. I know she works the odd shifts but I think she's avoiding us."

"Wonder if that's why she changed her name," Chris mused, "you found Jayne's mother's obituary in the newspaper microfiche."

"Only when I looked under Fraser, not Jacobs," Mel said, nodded, "maybe Jayne uses Jacobs since that was her mother's maiden name and Anna said she doesn't remember her father at all. It said they were missionaries but no mention of Anna or a 'Miller' family. Guess you'll have to buy me a ticket to Nashville so I can check up there..."

"It will be Christmas in two days," Chris said, "but if that's on your list you'll probably be disappointed..."

"Hah! And wild that she supposedly has the same last name of a student possibly kidnapped by aliens... I mean, by her own 'people,' yet claims no relatives locally here."

"From what I've read, there's a few Millers around the Valley who account for much of the police attention, like that asshole who attacked that Tracy girl outside her dorm. Who'd claim them? Peter apparently hated his own family, for good reason it seems. Anyway, Anna picked the perfect place to go undercover," Mel said as she leaned her head a bit, the two of them squinted into the recently risen sun off to the right of the tower.

"That's the girl, Tracy, the 'skinny virgin,' Dave's girlfriend Asha wants us to, um..."

"Do a Shelly on, yeah," Mel said with a raspy lilt, a new combination to Chris's ear.

"It's a living..." Chris said softly. He heard a quick exhaled 'huh.'

"What?"

"That star, you could see it in daytime if the sun wasn't near it for a couple of weeks, no way right now, but it would be, oh, there," she pointed about the width of two fists to the left of the sun and level with the horizon, "if we could see it right now."

"You've had me taking pictures of it since it blew up," Chris said, "I have the hyper equipment from Maria to prep film for more."

She kissed him quickly.

"You're so good to me, blowing it up to get me all hot and getting me pictures of it I use when I masturbate in my cold, lonely dorm room," her tone lilting, "but that's not the thought I just had."

She went quiet.

"THOSE are the pictures you use when you play with yourself? I've been doing it wrong! I use that picture of you bent over naked at the overlook!"

"My ass, how surprising," she pulled his arm tightly, they both laughed quietly.

"Remember Dr. Joyce talking about that star having planets? And if there was life it'd be destroyed?"

Chris nodded, a barely vocalised 'uh huh.'

"What if there was life... intelligent life... and they KNEW their star was going to blow up? I swear some of the old pictures I studied that night showed that star with slight variations, but we argued if it was real or just artefacts of the film or processing... If they were like us, they'd have definitely noticed."

They gazed at the tower, eroded vertical channels left shadows amid glints of morning sunlight that reflected off of hanging ice.

"They noticed. Through green, green eyes...," Chris said slowly and just above a whisper. Mel held his arm like she was a vice before he continued.

"You'd get the fuck out of dodge. Look for a better neighbourhood. I know Bobby hasn't had that many girlfriends but he WOULD know if she, um, wasn't rather accurate in all regards. Not like her skin's 'Star Trek' green, just her eyes."

"A story I read in junior high, 'Rescue Party,' humans scrammed when we knew the sun was gonna blow. But if Anna's people could fly here," Mel's response worked out each word individually, "who says they can't alter themselves? Make perfect pussies? Why else would they have human succubesses like Carole kidnap virile men? They learn. They've been here at least a decade and maybe Anna is the first they're sending down. But probably sent probes before that."

A few moments of silence.

"So," said Chris slowly, "are they invaders or are they refugees? Just scared and worried what we'll do?"

They stood and watched the silent, shifting reflections of the sun as it rose and moved across the ice strewn rock until the cold seeped through their clothes and boots. Arm in arm they turned and kicked snow as they returned to the Blazer.

Homecoming

Chris pulled his gaze away from the camera eyepiece as his gloved fingers worked by habit the aiming dial of the telescope to which it was attached. His breath wafted around him and glimmered in the bright moonlight. With the layer of snow on the fallow fields the reflections meant the night was rife with shadows.

"Two days after Christmas and Shelly and Frank are warm and toasty, with hot chocolate and marshmallows and hot fucking, Helen and Eric are warm and toasty with scotch and hot fucking, and we're out here in the middle of a field in North Dakota taking space pictures...," Chris said as he turned his head, the heavy hood meant he had to turn it ninety degrees to see Mel.

"Are you jealous Eric's the one sticking it to my mom and not you? I did let her borrow... not keep, the vibrator, she'll have to get her own," Mel's question got a sharp closed mouth exhale from Chris.

"And it's a beautiful moonlit night," Mel said cheerily, then her voice went raspy, "and you know how much space pictures turn me on!"

She laughed, a staccato release of breathy vapor.

"I'll hold you to that later...," Chris leered, went serious, "but I know you wanted to get away from your mother's place..."

"Yeah," Mel's voice low but agreeable, "thanks for understanding."

"I love my family too," Chris said, "but I don't live with them either..."

Mel hugged his shoulders.

"Ok," he said with a lighter tone, "at least go get that second thermos Shelly fixed for us or you take over the scope!"

"Oh, no, you've been doing it since the Uintahs," Mel put a gloved hand on each of his shoulders, squeezed, "you're too good at it to change now!"

She stood and turned to walk to the Blazer, parked along the dirt access road along a fallow wheat field, Mel had directed him to this one to avoid damaging any planted in winter wheat. Five miles out with the town opposite the supernova most of the light from the sky, a full moon high, brighter stars around the horizon where they weren't washed out. Chris had the telescope trained on and followed the smear of the exploded HR5256 as it neared the western horizon.

He heard a door open on the Chevy and a slight rustling and the door pushed closed softly. He heard Mel take two crunchy steps on the frozen road then a quick intake of breath and she seemed to go still.

"Mel...," he said softly.

"Yeah, nothing... coming," he heard crunched steps approach, turned, saw her step around the folding chair next to his. His left hand automatically turned the telescope tracking dial to keep it fixed on the spreading and slowly dimming gases of the supernova. She sat down and held the thermos in her left hand in her lap. She leaned over and pushed the hood of his parka and his heavy knit stocking cap aside to bare his air, kissed his cheek and worked her mouth to his ear.

"Don't move or look, we're being watched," she whispered, nudged him as he moved slightly, he leaned his head as if he were leaning into a kiss, kept one hand on the scope, his other holding the empty mug.

"Remember squishy stars?"

He nodded slightly and leaned his head into hers.

"I saw them again, just now, just behind me, twenty, thirty feet away I think. Over that fence at least. It's small, like one of your soccer balls, it was against a couple of stars. Just floating there."

"Pour me some hot chocolate," Chris said softly as he hefted his mug, "I'll stretch my neck. But you're the one with super eyes."

She sniffed, kissed him, reach over to take his mug and sat back. He stretched out his neck and arched his back, looked away then slowly rotated his head as Mel leaned forward. He huffed as he faced forward. She handed him a steaming mug of hot chocolate and he took it, sipped, closed his eyes as she moved her head close.

"Not sure I'm seeing it... ," he rotated his head again, "okay, maybe there... how long?"

"I don't know," Chris had rarely heard Mel sound unsure, "I'm annoyed I never noticed one before."

"Well, I can't imagine they'd have bothered before Mallomar, but that's still been a few months. We know they have stealth..."

"But this close. And, how can it fly? No sound, no exhaust... It's so cold out, any kind of exhaust would show."

"You wanted ten more minutes exposure," Chris said as he glanced at the glowing dial of Mel's old watch wrapped around the chair arm, "did we say what we were here for?"

"No," a heavy shot of vapor as Mel laughed with an exhale, "just about the timing and if the film was prepped."

"Well, you know there's an oil rig way off to our left?" Mel nodded to Chris.

"There's been a Suburban near it, obviously hoping to just blend in there, but I've seen either that one or a few different black ones here and there," Chris said, "since we arrived just before Christmas. Does everyone in North Dakota drive one of those?"

"Oh, um, no," Mel again halting, "but they're not uncommon. But the Air Force likes them..."

"And there are two major bases not all that far, and like, what, a million nuclear missiles..."

"Half a million," Mel chuckled, but it was more sad than happy.

"Back to our closest spy. Ok, let's finish this," Chris continued the whispers, "then I'll walk right toward it and whip my cock out and take a piss. We'll see what it does."

"Hah," Mel bit his ear, "maybe Carole will see it and come back down..."

She kissed him a last time as he laughed then she readjusted his cap and hood. They sat in silence and looked at the soon to set HR5256, sipped their hot chocolates.

"Time," Chris said, the camera shutter closed with a click and he worked the fingers and wrist of the gloved hand that had followed the supernova remnants for thirty minutes, "I need a piss."

He stood and walked toward where Mel had told him the stealthed probe hid, he stopped and started to pull his gloves off, heard crunched footsteps approach.

"Keep 'em on, I'll get it," Mel's voice had a slight rasp as he felt her contact then her hands reached under his arms and around his waist and worked his zipper and turned his body a few degrees, her voice went to a whisper, "now, look straight, twenty feet up..."

She worked his jeans and long underwear, pulled his cock out as he turned his across where the invisible soccer ball supposedly lurked. He grunted as his cock felt the cold air, moved his gaze a bit, relaxed.

"C'mon, let it rip," a husky whisper. Chris 'aahhed' as he loosed a stream of liquid.

"Shit...," he said softly, squeezed her arms, went to conversational tone, "I can't wait until spring to start kicking that soccer ball you got me for Christmas, I can see it all now..."

She sniffed, her chin nudged his shoulder. His stream finished and she shook his cock twice, then began to stroke it. Her left hand let go and she slid around him as her right hand encouraged his cock to not want to be hidden yet.

"Because you've been a good boy," she kissed him on the lips, crouched quickly and slid her very warm mouth over his cock, it hardened instantly. She used her left hand to hold his hip and added loud sucking sounds as her mouth most of his cock in then released it at an increasing rate.

"Ah, yeah, that's... good..., suck me...," Chris moaned as he found the rhythm and pumped his hips to meet her throat on each stroke. She slurped and sucked loudly as his breath went choppy, heavy vapor from his mouth and nose, his crotch wreathed in the same from Mel. The air was around zero but he didn't feel it.

"Shit, ah, ahh...," his hands squeezed her shoulders as she sucked two-thirds of his length and stopped as a large spasm shot a load of hot cream into her mouth, she used her fingers to coax another two spasms before she pulled her mouth off and stood quickly and pushed her mouth against his. He tasted his salty cum on her tongue and lips as her arms went around his shoulders and he grabbed each check of the round ass he so admired. She slid her mouth sideways, kissed his cheek toward his ear.