Friday night and studies were out, it was time to hit the town. Mi Amigos and I wanted to get a round in, hear a band or two, and maybe find some ladies to dance with. Nothing serious, no hookups or trouble.

I was thinking of a new club down in Polanco that often had some top Corridos dropping in for surprise performances. Miguel just shook his head and said, “No vatos; we’re going somewhere special. La Conneja. It’s a little basement place not far from Ciudad Universitaria.”

“Really vatos; I’ve passed by that place. It’s just some run down hole in a basement for my grandpa to get wasted in,” I said. I’d been in this alley of shops before, for a class photography shoot, precisely because the area had that traditional look to it.

“Yeah man, what gives?” Jose looked at Miguel and gave him a play shove. But this week was Miguel’s turn to pick the spot, so we had to go. Waste of a good summer evening, but you gotta stick with your bros even if they make a mistake.

“You’ll see,” was all Miguel said.

The place was a bit ... quaint. Like a sing along bar for old people. Lots of traditional Mexican flourishes around the walls. Sombreros and Vaquero hats with a bit too much dust on them, flores painted on the walls around cactuses in the desert themes. If mi padre had owned a bar, this would have been it. “You’ve got to be kidding me Miguel,” I said with a roll of my eyes toward three old guys doing a mariachi routine on a stage.

It was a long rectangle of a basement club. The stairs down dropped us on one end. A back right corner facing the long path forward. Along the left side maybe only 3m away was a long bar running two thirds the length of the room. Two doors for the restrooms came after that along that same wall, then double doors to a kitchen or back area. Three arches evenly spaced on the right side after the halfway point led to another area just as wide, but with tables. At the back end there was a stage with a mic, a few old wooden chairs, and some crates and boxes tossed into the corner. The air was thick and I noticed they didn’t seem to have any fans or air conditioning. A couple middle aged working stiffs sat at the bar. Three guys and a woman, chatting randomly. There were two bartenders, both looked to be in their late 30s or early 40s. I couldn’t see who was sitting in the tables as it was a little dark over there, but I watched as a middle aged guy with a little bit of a belly came out the double doors with a plate of chips and went in there.

Jose turned to Miguel and said, “that it’s vato; I’m out. This is like...”

“Just give it a minute,” Miguel said. “Sit down at the bar. Trust me, you don’t want to miss this.”

When the old guys of the band lit up with a mariachi rendition of “La Bamba” I glared daggers at Miguel. The singer looked like a nice guy, but his voice was worn out and he could barely carry the tune. Old folks always loved those traditional songs, so I’d grown up hearing it more than my own name.

That’s when I saw them. Two knockout girls, maybe a year or two within twenty in age, like us; came out of the alcove and started to dance. One a Spanish girl in jeans and blouse, the other Mestizo in a red skirt and halter. Not too different from us; Jose and Miguel were Spanish and I was Mestizo. We all worked out a bit so that kept us fit enough. “Yo vato they’re hot but ... there’s a lot more of that in Polanco. We could be drowning in university girls right now if we’d gone to the club.”

Miguel just grinned and whispered, “any moment now...”

One of the old guys a few seats down the bar from us burped out loudly, distracting me. The woman next to him held up her beer, looking to the stage as she raised the bottle in salute. My eyes followed along and that was when I pretty much fell off my stool.

I’d heard about them. Everybody had. But Mexico City is huge, and even with darn near ten thousand of them living in the city, I’d yet to see one before then. Let alone one like her.

She was taking the mic and getting ready to sing, and suddenly every part of my existence was paying attention.

She was stunningly beautiful. Long hair, fully lips, gorgeous eyes that seemed to brilliantly offset her long lashes, and she was completely, utterly naked.

And of course, she was green, with bright violet hair, and long pointy ears. Those eyes, were amber color, and those lips had a bluish tint to them, as did the lips below, framing a clit prominent enough for me to see all the way across the room. If only I had my photographer’s camera with me.

“She’s a fucking alien,” Jose said. His beer slipped out of his hand and hit the bar counter.

The bartender gave her own chuckle as she caught it and kept it from falling over. “Every time,” she said in a quiet voice I almost missed.

“I’ve never seen anything ... anyone ... that amazing,” I said. “But what’s she doing here?”

“That’s what I want to know,” Miguel said. “I’ve seen her in here a couple times when I was making deliveries.”

“Oh yeah...” Jose said. “That’s how you ended up in here then?”

Miguel had a side job to pay for his hobbies beyond just being a student. He delivered supplies to restaurants around the university. “I’m too chicken to walk up to ... that...” he said.

I didn’t blame him. No guy wants to admit he’s too chicken to hit up a good looking woman, but she was on a whole other level.

“Plus her two friends there,” Miguel waved at the girls that had stopped dancing. They were looking up at the alien girl on the stage as the three talked. “Solid security detail there vatos,” Miguel shrugged. I noticed her eyes looked up briefly in our direction, then she looked down at her friends and giggled as I got myself back onto my stool.

The aliens had only come a year ago, and not that many of them yet. I knew there were a few of the guys working in the university but not anywhere I went. And the guys wore clothes. I’d heard there was some weird reason the girls were naked, but not having met, or even seen one in person before ... All I had was weird stuff you’d read on the Internet.

When she looked at us I got a better view of her face. Perfect almond eyes, a cute button nose, cute puffy cheeks, and the bluish tint of her full lips seemed natural rather than makeup.

As a guy I would always classify attractive women into one of three groups. Some were beautiful, some were sexy, and some were cute. Beautiful women were the ones you couldn’t approach. They looked like models and were the sort regular guys found unapproachable. They never looked at you, they only looked down at you. Sexy women looked and moved like it was time to get busy, they and you only wanted one thing from each other. Cute women, they looked like you could just cuddle them all day long, they weren’t just for romance, they’d probably also be your best friend.

She was somewhere between beautiful and cute. Even standing up there naked, something in the glance she gave me said “hold my hand and laugh with me” instead of “lets find a room.” I was terrified to approach, but I also knew that if I made it past security, her friends and my own guts, she was just there waiting. If she wasn’t a naked alien girl, I’d have probably already made my move.

She stepped back to the mic, turned to say something to the band of old Mariachis behind then, and then began to sing.

Cielo Rojo, one of those classic songs. She wasn’t the best singer. Not as good as the original, nor the professional covers. But she wasn’t bad. And she seemed to really come alive in the song. She seemed to be looking right at me as she sang the first two lines;

Solo, sin tu cariño, voy caminando Voy caminando y no sé qué hacer

And that was it for me. I knew why Miguel wanted to come here, and I knew I needed more. After that she got off the stage with what seemed like a glance right at me. Then the old guys returned to their routine. But I didn’t care anymore.

“I still don’t get it,” Jose said. “Even more now, what are those three doing in here?”

“I dunno, but they seem to be regulars,” Miguel trailed them with his eyes while they walked off into the shadows of the alcoves with the sounds of distant giggling.

“Lets ... let’s get a table,” I said, getting up from my stool.

“Hah, somebody wants a better look,” Jose chuckled and slapped my back. “Mi mamá would kill me if I dated a naked girl, so she’s all yours vato.”

Miguel just sighed, “yeah, her friend in the red skirt though, man I’d love to meet that girl.”

We walked under the first arch, looking for a seat. I didn’t see the girls when we got in there, even though I could see every table and only one near us had anyone sitting in it. A middle aged couple chatting quietly. “Huh,” I figured might as well keep going and see if maybe they’d just stepped away. I started to advance when I realized Jose and Miguel weren’t at my side anymore. I turned around and didn’t see them, looked back and there she was, right in front of me, looking right at me inches from me, with a big smile on her face.

“Hi,” she said, and blinked her violet lashes at me.

“Um ... uh ... er ... oh yeah. Hi,” I stammered back trying to remember where I’d put my brain. I sounded like some middle school kid who just bumped right into his puppy crush. Which was pretty much right on anyway.

I heard giggling behind me and turned to look again. The other two girls had captured Jose and Miguel. And yeah, the one in the red skirt had Miguel.

“Um...” I tried again.

“Yes,” she smirked. “You already tried that line.” She looked me over and giggled again. “Let me try one,” she waved to a table. “You’re kinda cute, wanna sit down?”

“Um ... OK.” Brain, please, some help...

“I don’t know if you noticed,” she began. “But I’m naked. So sorry about that.”

“It’s OK,” I said. “I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” she giggled out as she pulled me down to a seat at the table beside us, the took the seat beside it. “Thank goodness these chairs are wood,” she said with a sigh.

“Hey um ... where’d...?” I asked, looking around.

“Oh your friends are OK. I think they’re enjoying themselves over there,” she pointed to the open area by the stage. My friends were making fools of themselves trying to dance to the Huapango tune the old guys were playing.

“So um...” I looked her up and down.

“You like, I take it?” she grinned at me and did a little move that caused her breasts to bounce, forcing my eyes to notice how pretty her large dark green nipples were.

“You um ... you were pretty good up there singing,” I stammered out, noticing how I seemed to be vanishing into her eyes. Now that I had her up close, I realized they didn’t glow, they were just a sort of pastel amber that made them very bright.

“Thank you but um ... I’m just OK. It’s fun though, I can put my heart out there when I sing,” she said with a sigh. She opened her mouth to say more then shook her head. “Why are you...”

“In a place as quaint as this?” I said. “I was wondering as much. Miguel dragged us in here.”

She looked over the stage area, moving her head as if trying to distinguish between Miguel and Jose. “Is that so?”

“He’s the tall one, skinny,” I pointed over.

“Oh, with Jacinta. I’ve seen him before I think,” she said. “Does he...?”

“He does deliveries here I guess. I think. Yeah,” I was enthralled watching her lips as she spoke, and barely gave so much as a glance at my friends.

“I like it here,” she sighed. “Carmine’s friend owns the place. It’s safe for me here.”

“Carmine?” I raised an eyebrow, and tried very hard not to stare at her breasts.

“Kind of my adopted mom, I guess;” she sighed. “I’ve known Dr. Espinoza, Carmine; since ... since we arrived on New Earth.”

“Oh, I read that’s what the Ali...” I watched one of her long pointy ears twitch. “Um ... what you call Earth. New Earth right?”

“We Humans call this place New Earth, because it’s new to us. I guess it’s just Earth to you Humans,” she said with a challenging stare. “Oh and, go ahead and look,” she cupped her tits and lifted them. They were really nicely shaped, and just a little above average in size. “Everybody does.”

I was blowing it, I think she didn’t like me almost saying ‘aliens’. “I’m sorry,” I said, making a point to look at her amazing almond eyes. “I just ... You, you’re just so...” I caught myself before saying beautiful. “Cute,” I said. “Your smiling, giggling, and you’re definitely playing cute with me trapped in your lure.”

“Ay ay,” she laughed. “But which of us is the mouse I wonder?”

I smiled back at her. I heard a light stomp behind me and she glanced over my shoulder. “Oh ... I’m sorry, I have to go now.”

“Oh um...” I struggled to hide my disappointment, and glanced behind to see an older woman looking at her with a grin.

“Uno momento Carmine;” she said, then turned those wonderful eyes on me and let out; “Mañana? But maybe two hours earlier?”

“Sí,” I smiled. I watched her get up. This close I could see that she kept her pubes very light, but they were there. I turned my gaze to watch her walk away, with her friends coming to join her. The view from the rear was just as wonderful. A cute tight butt with a healthy bump to it, and hips that gave her a near perfect hourglass figure.

The woman I guessed to be Carmine said something quietly to her, and she responded with “ ... but Carmine ... please...” as they walked out and up the stairs. Momma bear didn’t want her girl playing with strange boys I guess.

After that we did in fact head down to Polanco and hit a few clubs. But I found myself distracted. There were beautiful women everywhere and Jose even chatted up a few girls with some moderate success, getting in a few dances. I barely noticed them. I did notice that I never saw a single Alien girl, but I did see two Alien guys. I wanted to chat with one of them but never found an opening. Now that I’d met an Alien, I had a lot of questions.

She was all I could think about for the rest of the night. I didn’t want my vatos knowing, so I tried to play cool, but they knew I was distracted. Miguel just grinned at me and said something about blue pussy.

When I got back to my flat and had some time away from the roomies I went online and looked up a bunch of stuff. Lots of articles with wild conspiracies. It was hard to figure out what was real and what was just idiots making things up. Like some of the gringo sites talking about invading Mexico to take the Aliens that ‘rightfully’ belonged to a more important country.

Most of it was junk until I looked on the Alien Affairs website. That was a shock just on the homepage; which had a picture of a male and female Alien couple standing in front of a small house in Mexico City. The man was light green like my alien, and he had his arm around the waist of the woman. She was a light blue with bright red hair, above and below. She was completely naked, while the man next to her was dressed in normal street clothes. Both of them had on Vaquero cowboy hats, and the woman had a necklace with a quartz stone on the end.

Above them it said ‘Meet Your New Neighbors’.

What caught my attention was an article about ‘Settlement Day is coming soon’. Ten times as many Aliens were about to come down in a few months. Otherwise the homepage just talked about how friendly the Aliens were, and how we needed to be good hosts. How it was so prestigious for Mexico that they had come to us first. Some stuff about how they’d lost their home planet and had been wandering in space for millions of years as embryos.

There was a section on ‘So you’ve met an Alien and want to make friends,” but I skipped over that. I’m a friendly guy and I didn’t need help. I did get wrapped up in a gallery of Alien girls talking about something or other I think. All those naked girls, I’m not sure what the article itself was even about. I’m a guy after all. Some of them even had bunny ears, which was cute, but a little weird for me.

They had sections on Aliens taking classes, seeking jobs, and even ‘what food can an Alien eat.’ There was some note about keeping vinegar away from them.

After that I went to bed with some difficulty. That whole gallery of Alien Girls had left my dick sore and spent.

Afternoon on Saturday couldn’t come fast enough. Jose was off working, and Miguel had scored a date with the girl in the red skirt; Jacinta. So I was on my own. I wandered around wondering what it must be like to be one of them. Stuck on a new planet, no hope of going home, and way outnumbered.

In the movies this kind of thing always happened in America, so I wondered how they had ended up in Mexico City. I’d have to see if that website said anything about First Contact. I also had a problem, I wanted to bring a little gift with me, but what do you buy a girl who’s always naked? A rose seemed to forward, so I settled on a small box of peppered chocolates. Sweet and spicy at the same time. A perfectly innocent gift.

I really should have read that article about making friends with an Alien. If I had, I would have never gotten her chocolate. But later, I was so glad I did.

I honestly don’t know what I did for half the day. It probably involved being in such a daze that I likely wandered into traffic a few times. A few minutes before it was time to meet her, I realized I was sitting on a bench by a cafe a block away and had been staring at people walk by for almost a half hour without knowing it.

It was only a perfectly cute feminine giggle that let me realize I was sitting there in a daze.

“Oh, hi,” she said. “Are you lost?” My beautiful naked alien girl was standing in front of me bouncing on her toes with her hands clasped behind her over her butt. There were curious colorful spots of paint over her belly, thighs, and arms.

“Um...” I began, I looked over at her. As I was sitting and she was standing I found myself looking right at her clitoris. As I noticed the way the sun shined around her light green skinned body I mentally slapped myself for forgetting my camera. “Uh ... not anymore,” I looked up and smiled at her. “Oh hey, sit down?”

“Sorry I was just painting.” She looked at the bench, then felt it with her hand. “Sanded stone, you planned this didn’t you? Those other benches are painted in synthetics.” She pointed behind her to the other side of the little alley we were in, where there were a bunch of benches painted in bright but weather worn patterns. She sat down beside me on my left and spread her legs just a little bit. “Huh...” she sighed out. “I’m going nuts ... Um ... sorry...” She looked over at me as her left hand went down between her legs and seemed to be lightly brushing her pussy lips.

“Um...” I said, looking at her hand then up to her eyes. She smiled at me. “Hey, do you drink coffee?” I asked.

“Do I? I love cappuccino...” she said with excitement. “And I’m feeling like giving myself a naughty treat; a mocha.” She licked her lips and added “probably not a good idea right now though.”

I noticed several people trying to hide that they were watching us. I kinda felt sorry for her, she was a walking show. Over 20 million people in the greater city, and only 10 thousand Aliens, only half of them women. Everywhere she went she must have stood out like crazy. And being naked, no privacy.

We crossed the street to the cafe and I ordered us cappuccino’s. She declined my offer to get her a mocha, but insisted we get cups to go. “So that was Carmine last night?” I asked, struggling for an opening.

Drinks in hand, I moved to sit at a soft sofa by the window, but she grabbed my arm and dragged me back to the stone bench across the alley, sitting us down side by side again.

“Yeah, she um, looks out for me a lot,” she sipped on her drink and then glanced around noting people looking at her. Nodding to a few. “We had dinner planned yesterday, and she’s always worried I’ll get into a mess.”

“She’s like a mother hen to you?” I glanced over her paint speckled body. She was a grown woman but I realized that, being naked and an Alien could make things complicated in a crowded city. As I watched her I caught her idly running her left hand over her pussy again. I wondered if she was even aware she was doing it, right here, in full view of everyone. “How did you meet her?”

“Carmine’s with Alien Affairs, she was my handler with I arrived. I’m not sure why, but we just bonded over the experience and now I live with her and her daughter Yoana. Yoana was with me yesterday. Her and Jacinta are best friends.” She looked up for a second musing on something, “Yoana’s Nineteen, so, by New Earth years two years younger then I am.”

“Oh, I read that you’re are the same age when you ... um ... hatch or something, out of the ships?” I asked, wondering if I had it right. She glanced at me and then swung a leg over the backless stone bench leaving herself facing me as if riding the bench like a saddle. I could not help but notice how this opened up her naked body to my gaze.

“Yeah, Teacher has some plan like that. Our bodies grow for 30 cycles, 20 of your years, while we’re raised in The Dream. That’s kind of like a very advanced virtual reality. I had fake parents, school classes, playing on a virtual version of our Earth, and everything. Even a fake funeral on my 10th cycle for my fake parents,” she said with a slight frown.

“I’m sorry, I guess that was a rude question,” I said, hoping I hadn’t lost her.

“Oh,” she smiled at me. “No I’m sorry, I’m not upset with you. I just ... I love Teacher, in a way she’s my real mother. But I was also conditioned to love her, and some of the ways we were raised just don’t make sense to me when I think about them now that I’ve had a real life.” That left hand idly pinched a nipple as she said this. But I barely noticed because those wonderful lips were speaking to me as her perfect amber eyes drilled into me.

“Oh,” I said. “Still my fault for bringing that up. I’ve never met one of ... your Humans ... before.” I was glad I had at least remembered that from what I read the night before, the Aliens word for themselves translated as ‘Human’ just as their word for their world translated as ‘dirt’ or ‘Earth’. The Alien Affairs article had said it was polite to use Human with an adjective. “I’m sorry to burden you with my questions.”

“Ay ay no,” she said with a wave. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind. Carmine keeps a leash on me meeting ... um ... boys,” She gave me a wicked wink. I gulped a little too much coffee wondering what kinds of questions I would have to answer for.

“Really, but you...” I began.

“Look like a naughty little thing sitting here naked and...” she dropped her voice to a whisper and moved in closer. “touching myself?” Her left had went down to her crotch again and wiggled over her clitoris with those words.

“Um ... well ... no but I just...” I started, but she cut me off with a laugh.

Her laugh turned to a giggle and she moved her lips right to within an inch of mine saying in a throaty voice; “Carmine thinks boys will take advantage of little naked me...” she blew a breath into me, with breath that smelled of lemons. “ ... and I’m hoping she’s right.”

Hoping? Was I looking at an amazingly beautiful naked alien woman sitting there before me who had little experience with men? My curiosity was engaged, but you just didn’t ask someone something like that. Instead I realized something, I had forgotten the gift I brought for her. How rude of me. “Oh ... so silly of me. I don’t know how I got distracted but,”

“I think I know,” she winked at me.

“Um ... yeah, but ... I ... brought you a little something. A gentleman brings a gift, but I wasn’t sure given your...” I fumbled with my shoulder pack, and found the little box of chipotle spiced chocolates.

“Given my nakedness?” she said, as she pinched one of her nipples a little more blatantly than before.

“Uh, sí. So I, I hope you like sweets?” I said, as I gave her the box.

I was not at all prepared for the look she gave the box, and then me. She took the palm sized box, read the label and gasped in shock. Her hands almost bounced as if I’d given her hot coals, then she clutched it tightly and looked at me with extreme intensity while her eyelids lowered and her mouth pouted in a look that spoke volumes on a channel I had yet to tune into. “You...” she started.

“Um ... I’m sorry, did I ... Oh my gosh, is chocolate dangerous to you, or...” I reached to take the box back, worried I’d really blown it this time.

“You...” she whispered out. She put the box between her legs and grabbed me with both hands around the waist, scooting us even closer together. “You naughty, naughty, naughty boy ... and here I thought you didn’t know much about my kind.” Then her lips brushed against mine and she blew a lemony breadth into my mouth.

I pulled my face back a little in surprise. “Um...” Did I miss something?

“Oh we’re going to have so much fun together now,” she whispered with a hand over the chocolates. “I’m getting so horny just looking at the box...” Now I really, really, wanted to know what I had missed. Maybe I should have read that page on making friends with an Alien after all.

She took the box in one hand, got up, and pretty much dragged me down the street. “What’s ... where are we...?” I asked with a worried look at her cute naked butt leading me away to my fate. For some reason I chose this moment to notice how pretty her naked feet were on the stones of the alleyway.

“It’s legal for me in the open, but ... um ... just in case...” We passed the little stairwell down into the club I’d seen her in the night before and she found a door a few little shops later. It looked like some old traditional door, but she pressed her free hand against a square on the wall beside it and the door clicked and popped ajar. She opened the door and dragged me inside, shutting it behind her and leaving us in hallway decorated with paintings of local scenes.

“Carmine’s not home,” she said in a heavy voice. She let go of me and fumbled with the box. She quickly downed one of the little chocolates and handed me a second. I reached to take it and as I did I smelled a very strong citrus odor coming from her. Her nipples got rock hard, and there was a shiny wetness around her crotch.

“Um ... I...” I began. She used one hand to guide the hand I held the chocolate with to my mouth, so I ate it. As I started to chew she took my other hand and put it onto her pussy, rubbing my hand up and down getting my fingers sticky wet. “What’s going ... on...”

“I’m so fucking ready, you naughty boy, bringing me chocolate. Flirting with me, getting me all interested, and you just want to fuck don’t you?” She breathed out.

“I um ... chocolate?” I said in confusion.

“Put your fingers in,” she said. “Please, hurry, I can’t take it anymore ... please...” She looked at the box of chocolates, there were still three in there. She started trying to hump my hand.

I wasn’t stupid, I was just shocked. But I was catching on. She was on fire for some reason. I put my index and middle fingers in, and awkwardly tried to angle my palm onto her clit.

“Oh gosh, yes ... like that but more,” she said with a moan.

I watched as her beautiful eyes blinked closed in pleasure, and her mouth let out soft moans in time to my fingers moving in and out. This was ... not an area I had much experience in. I’d been fully intimate with two women before. Quick moments from nights in clubs. I had had my hands or lips on a couple more, but only as one time moments. I had a girl friend in preparatoria school, but we were good kids focused on getting to university so it never went beyond holding hands, kissing, and romantic conversations.

Nothing in those quick moments had ever felt as intimate as the moment before me now. She had a need to her, and as her eyes came back open, a look that pierced through me, searching for something. Those women from quick moments in my past had just been about play. Some raunchy fun after some heated dancing. But this Alien girl, she was intense. Like something was finally being unleashed that she had held in way too long.

All that, and we had barely started, I was stroking into her rather gently, and rubbing my palm in awkward circles around her clit. I let my shoulder bag slide to the floor and brought my right hand up to cup her breast.

The touch was so soft and warm. I began to pet about the surface of her breast, allowing the nipple to slide between two fingers, then gently closing them together for a soft pinch only to be able to relish in the feel of her nipple held there. Fingering her got a little lost in that, but I think we were both happy that my digits were just staying inside where she wanted them.

She looked at me as I was doing this, and softly breathed out “kiss me,” letting her mouth float open in invitation. I took my right hand off her breast and cupped it behind her neck; pulling us together. Glancing just before her lips touched mine, I was surprised to see small vampire like fangs. Not seriously sharp, but definitely there. Something I had missed in our prior flirting.