Chapter 4

Ashley and I discussed her children, fashion trends, the weather, and several other things, before it dawned on me that I was just another human among humans. It was a good feeling. She quietly told me about Charlie, and her general opinion of the man so many people felt would probably be one of the next governors of the United States. She explained that as they expanded, they would probably also expand to electing more governors and a president similar to what they had in past millennia, but that wouldn’t be necessary for generations in the near future. Right now, the government was small, very representative, and very effective. The consensus was that it needed to stay that way.

The night out with his family ended and Charlie escorted me to his vehicle and then home. I had been looking forward to this time for hours now, and wondering, even to myself, how I would handle us being together, alone, with no pressure, no expectations, and for all intents and purposes, no known boundaries.

He asked if I wanted a nightcap, a drink before bed, he explained when I looked at him in question. I told him a sip of water would be fine, but that what I really wanted was for him to accompany me upstairs and whisper ‘goodnight’ in my ear. That made him smile.

He helped me move all of my new clothes from his bed to the bedroom across from the upstairs hallway bathroom, then after he picked a little green slip out of the pile, pulled me back to his room and proceeded, without asking and conveying all sorts of situational control, to undress me, touching me gently and intimately, but not sexually, then slipping the silken item over my head, then my breasts, allowing it to fall down over my naked bottom. He then tapped me on that said naked bottom and told me to get into bed. I did so, and watched the focus of my ardor undress himself, then finally, he slipped his shorts, his underpants, if you will, off his middle, down his legs, then pick them up, wad them into a ball and toss them into his dirty clothes hamper.

“Two for the home team,” he said, when his shorts went in on top of the other things. “It’s a euphemism for scoring points in a game we call basketball.”

“Oh,” I said, nodding, since it now made perfect sense.

I was mesmerized by his body once again. This time, though, I was gazing head-on at everything Charlie had to offer from a physical standpoint. Tall and trim yet appearing strong and able. Swarthy with short, well-groomed hair. Handsome. And yes, hung. I had seen many. This one was not the small one I saw before his shower, earlier. It was longer and thicker, and hairless, for the most part. I was right about his shaving more than his facial whiskers. It made his manhood stand out, as if presented on a pedestal for my perusal.

Yes, it made me wet. Not normally affected by such sights, this one was for me. Not a passing glimpse of a crewmate between the shower and a bunk, no, this one was for me and me alone. I held my arms out to him, silently asking him to come to me and hold me. He did just that, then instead of ravishing my body and taking me for his very own, he kissed me deeply and whispered in my ear, “Goodnight, darling. We’ll talk about more in the morning. The time is not quite right, but it will be. Soon, it will be.”

He turned me to face me away from him, pulled me back to him with his hand spanned over the entire area of my abdomen, his mostly firm member nesting itself between my butt cheeks, and just held me until I heard him breathing softly, sleeping. In his effort to protect me, he left me breathless and wanting. Something no man but a true and honest gentleman is capable of doing to a woman. That was the final straw.

Waking to hear noise in his kitchen downstairs, I approached him, put my arms around his middle and hugged myself to him. “Thank you for last night, Charlie. Do you have to work today?”

“No,” he said, “It’s Saturday and we’re off duty unless I get called in for an emergency. I did get a note from the machine shop in town. They are partnering with an aircraft manufacturing plant down south of us to make the parts you need for your pin booster gimbal. They will work through the weekend on it, so if you want to throw some baubles at them for their trouble, feel free to do so. If not, our government will pay for it with taxpayer provided funds, knowing full well it’s an investment in our future.”

“No, let me pay for it. Ask them how much, then help me figure out how much in gold and platinum to provide them in order to make it a fair trade for services. I understand the sentiment you present, but it’s not fair to the people of Earth to pay for repairs to an alien spacecraft they knew and know nothing about, in hopes they may someday be able to venture out toward the stars. No thanks. It will be best to pay my own way when I can. Not saying I won’t let you buy me dinner still, but I can’t do that with gold and jewels anyway, now, can I?”