Alien Encounter
Copyright© 2024 by Stacatto
Chapter 6
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Eric and Sheila are at the lake making out enjoying themselves. The problem is they are at the wrong place at the wrong time. This story has no redeeming social qualities. Just a fun sexy read that I am enjoying writing. Hope you enjoy it as well.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fiction Science Fiction Aliens
Ben pulled a glass from his cupboard and poured a little Scotch over ice in the glass and then curled up in his favorite chair in the front room. Pleased with his new abilities, he thought about the two women he’s helped with their problems. Thinking it over, he wondered how involved he wanted to get with either of them; especially since he really didn’t know where his relationship with Sheila was headed. As he was about to take another sip, he realized his glass was empty. Fixing another drink, he heard his cell phone ringing in the other room; it was Anne.
“Hello Anne. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, well, no. I don’t know. Bruce, my husband, just left and we had a huge fight. He brought the divorce documents, and he wanted me to sign them. ‘Now!’ he demanded.”
“What does your attorney say?”
“We’re using the same guy. He’s a friend of Bruce’s and he’s giving us a reduced rate on what he normally charges.”
Ben waited a moment, trying to calm himself with this startling news. “Anne, you must not sign anything. Really! Before you sign a thing, take everything to another lawyer. Using the same attorney is not a good idea. Please, trust me on this. Do not let him badger you into signing anything until you’ve had a neutral party review it. Will you do that for me?”
“Well, he said he was coming back tomorrow morning, and I’d better have the papers signed or his friend was going to charge us more money.”
“Did you ask him what would happen if you didn’t sign them?”
“Yeah, I asked. He said other than costing us more, I didn’t need to know more than that.”
“Has Bruce ever hit you?” Ben asked.
“A couple of times.”
“Lately?”
“Yeah. A week ago. Why?”
“Were you hurt?”
“There were some black and blue marks, but he was sorry later. He apologized.”
There was so much Ben wanted to say, but he kept still. “Do you have any place you can go for the weekend?” Ben asked.
“Not really. Why?”
“Tomorrow, I think when you tell him you’re not going to sign anything until you have a lawyer of your choice read everything, he might get violent. I don’t like the idea he’s pushing you to sign things now. I’d rather you not be there in the morning”
“You really think he’d hit me?”
“Do you want to find out?” Anne was silent for a long time, finally I asked, “Are you still there?”
“Where should I go?”
“You’re welcome to come here. I have a separate bedroom and bath, and you can stay here till Monday. I promise you that you’ll be safe here. I know two different attorneys you can use.”
“I don’t know you; but I know I don’t want to stay here, but...”
“Look, come here first. If you don’t feel comfortable, I have a friend, and you can stay at her place if that makes you more secure.” Eventually she agreed to come, and Ben gave her his address. Within the hour she was at his door.
Ben stepped back and motioned for her to enter. Now she was close and Ben could read her thoughts. Right away, he sensed she was doubting the wisdom of her coming to a stranger’s home. Ben looked serious as he told her, “Welcome. You know I should chew you out for coming to a stranger’s home; someone who you don’t know a thing about.” He smiled, sending safe feelings and looked through her thoughts to quell as many thoughts of fear as she was experiencing. “But since I’m the stranger, I guess I can’t really say much. Seriously, I have a lady friend who would love to have you stay with her if you’d be more comfortable. Or I can have her come and stay with us?”
Anne waited for a long time to answer. During this time Ben kept sending her safe thoughts and comforting ones. “No, I think I’m going to be okay. So far, you seem safe.” They both laughed.
“Have you had dinner yet?” She shook her head. “Are you hungry?” She thought for a moment and then nodded her head. “What’s your favorite kind of food?”
“I really like Italian.”
“You are in luck. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll have dinner on the table. Well, maybe 20 minutes.” Anne giggled.
Ben was just setting the table when he heard a banging on the front door. Reaching for the door handle, he pushed his mind out past the door, looking for the thoughts of who might be out there. Instantly he felt intense anger on the other side. “Who is it?” He called out even though he was pretty sure he knew who it was.
“Open the damn door. Now.” Ben heard a kick against the door. Anne was now standing in the hallway looking frightened.
“It’s Bruce, my husband. What am I gonna to do?” Anne murmured.
It was exactly who Ben thought it was, and he could see Anne was terrified.
“Go away.” Ben called out. “Go away or I’ll call the police.” His comment was answered by more pounding on the door. Ben tuned to Anne, “Step back. I’ll deal with this.” As Ben opened the door, Ben bombarded Bruce with thoughts of being beaten by him. Bruce was a lot smaller than Ben and he tried to make up for his size with a belligerent attitude. With the door open, Ben sent more thoughts of Bruce lying on the floor in wracked pain as Ben kicked him. When Bruce saw the door opening, he stepped back, frightened.
“What do you want?” Ben snarled.
“My wife is in here. I want to speak to her.”
Ben continued sending thoughts of Bruce lying on the floor, frightened and crying. “She does not want to speak to you. Go away.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.