Alien Seed
Copyright© 2024 by Amanda Pierce
Chapter 8
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Alien DNA and Earth women. Enough said.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mind Control NonConsensual Horror Science Fiction Aliens
Helena, Montana
A few days later
The attractive blonde stood watching the fourth graders as they ran, jumped and swung from the school playground monkey bars.
Julie Rawlings, 23, was in her second year of teaching at Pinewood Elementary School. After graduating college she had moved to Helena and accepted the teaching position where she had become a favorite with the kids. Warm and caring and wiling to spend time after school with kids who needed academic help or emotional support, her principal and superintendent were especially impressed with her as both teacher and mother figure.
She had already been asked out by several men of the community and a few dates had materialized, but for the moment she was quite content to focus on her fourth graders and their needs.
“Hello,” came a voice from behind.
She turned to find a handsome, smiling man, perhaps a bit older than she.
“Hello,” she said returning the smile.
“I’m Larry. I substitute now and again. I don’t believe we’ve met.”
“Julie Rawlings,” she responded shaking hands with the man whose eyes met hers for the first time. Her mouth opened with a bit of a gasp as his eyes magnetically drew her to him.
“You’re a lovely woman, Julie Rawlings. Perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tonight.”
“Oh, I couldn’t...” But her voice trailed off as his penetrating stare swept aside her defenses.
“Oh, I think you can,” he smiled. “As a matter of fact I think you would like me to pick you up about seven. We can have dinner at a nice quiet place I know and we can get to know each other better.”
While her initial intention was to give him a polite turndown, Julie found herself infatuated, hanging on his every word, and helpless to look away from those penetrating eyes.
“I ... I ... yes ... that would be nice,” she said, her voice weak and subservient.
“Good, I will see you at seven,” he intoned, his voice still warm and polite, but commanding.
“ ... Yes ... seven,” she stammered. As he walked away she could not take her eyes off him, wondering why she had agreed to a date with a complete stranger. Yet she was also filled with an eager anticipation.
She smiled and turned back to watching her fourth graders.
