Silver Space Ships Flying

Silver Space Ships Flying1

He stopped nibbling on the student nurse's toe, the big toe of her left foot to be exact, and kissed the inside of her ankle.  Her knee looked inviting so he kissed her there next, in that little hollow right at the inside of the joint.  She gasped and rolled over onto her back, drawing her knees up.  His lips landed next right below the yellow cloth of her skimpy bathing suit.  He could smell her muskiness; see the wet spot on her otherwise dry bikini bottom.  He was wild with the scent of her.  She hooked her thumbs into the waist at both sides and lifted her butt from the farm house floor to slide the offending cloth down over her smooth legs, leaving it dangling from her left ankle.  Smiling, he spread her legs open like a well read novel.  The taste.  Oh Lord, the sweet taste of her slick young flesh.  He spent himself in his shorts and immediately grew hard again.  He lapped at her wetness like a starving kitten with a bowl of cream and she opened to his inquisitive tongue like a rose blooming in a time lapse movie.  Again he spent.  Again he was hard.  She rocked to the rhythms of the oldies station that was playing on the stereo.  He licked and slobbered, shooting into his shorts again and again.  She moaned and pressed herself harder against his fevered lips.  Deeper went his questing tongue into the center of her being.2

He had picked her up at the beach, recognizing her from the university.  Her name was Annie and she'd been in one of his classes the year before.  She'd known who he was too; had watched him just as much as he'd watched her.  She had the most perfect ass he'd ever seen, not that he'd seen many at the commune where he'd been raised.  They kept the boys and girls completely apart there, and it was only after he was fourteen and they'd rescued the children from the tunnels beneath the desert and deprogrammed them that he'd actually met real live women.  He'd treasured the memory of them all through the, again unisex, boarding school where he'd been educated.  In seven years he'd come from an uneducated slave to a university student on a full scholarship.  He'd also learned to worship the sun in the way most Californians worshipped it instead of the way his twisted elders had at the commune.  He was making up for his early years when he never saw it at all every chance he got.3

At first the doctors had thought there was no hope for any of the children of the Star Seed People, as they called themselves, to lead normal lives.  What with the amount of drugs their parents had taken as their daily sacraments, and the fact that the children had been used from the time they could walk until the day they were rescued to work the mines they harvested, boys going east, girls going west from the "Landing Place" as their freaked out parents had called the collection of trailers they lived in, and under, it was a wonder any survived at all.  They scrawny pale things that were dragged screaming to the surface in the raid couldn't even stand the sunlight for the first week.  The ones that hadn't survived down there had been the lucky ones, all agreed.  There had been many.4

"Touch here." she would pant.  "Lick this."  He followed her directions, adoring the love in her eyes.  He hadn't known much love.5

"More you stud muffin.  Give me more." she would moan, and he would add a finger; push farther, whatever she commanded.6

His shorts were soaked.  He must have shot a million times, and they still hadn't done 'it'.  He was ready though.  He was always ready.  He wasn't even thinking of 'it' now though, just doing what she said, hypnotized by love.  In the background the music changed.  It was playing Neil Young, After The Gold Rush.  That was the song the commune he had been raised on was based on.  The landing pad for the silver space ships.  The mines he had spent most of his life in were for uranium, fuel to offer the gods from the sky so they would take the residents with them.  Noah's Ark for The Rapture.  Tim's eyes rolled up in his head, but his body kept responding to the whispered commands of his goddess.  He felt like he understood everything.7

His lips strayed from the nipple he had been sucking.  Down they went, lower, lower.  They lingered for a bit on her belly button, the tongue flicking in and out.  Again they journeyed lower.  Once more they found that honeyed font.  She pulled at his waist band, popping the button and dragging the shorts off.  She had him in her sweaty hand now and he was coming almost steadily.8

"Oh God Tim." she screamed.  "Yes, yes.  Eat me.  EAT ME."9

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"It's alive." said Andrews, leaning back out the door of the farmhouse to puke in the portulaca.11

"Can't be." scoffed Neff.  "There's nothing left of it, her." he corrected himself, having turned on the fluorescent overhead light for a closer look.12

"Her?"  asked Andrews, coming back into the kitchen.  "It's supposed to be a male we're looking for.  Timothy King, male, single, medical student, white, twenty one years old.  Missing from the university for about a month."13

"Well, this was a her.  About the only parts of her left intact point to that.  Shit, she is alive."14

She smiled, well, grimaced.  "Goddam it.  I'm a girl all right, and I wish you'd do something for me instead of standing around gibbering.  Tim could come back any time.  He's crazy.  He's been cutting me up, very skillfully, and eating me for three weeks."15

"Why?"16

"He's crazy.  That's all.  I mean, when I asked him to eat me I sure as shit didn't mean like this."  She started to cry.17

"J Jesus lady, you must be in a lot of pain.  I'll radio for an ambulance." Neff stammered.  He pulled out his portable and was about to call it in when she spoke again.  18

"No.  No ambulance for me.  And I'm not in any pain.  He's a very skilled anesthetist.  I haven't felt a thing."19

"Then what do you want if not an ambulance?" asked Andrews, knowing already what the answer must be.20

"Finish it." she replied.  "What kind of life could I have?  There's morphine in the fridge.  Pump it all into me, then set the place on fire as you leave."21

The two men moved like the team they were, Neff going for the fridge and Andrews opening each window a bit and collecting flammables in an unspoken division of labor, and responsibility.  It was Andrews that slid the syringe into the I.V. that was rigged into what was left of her right arm and opened the valve right up.  Neff did provide one final service for her though.  Just as she went under she whispered, "One more thing?"22

Straining close he could just barely make out the whispered answer to his heartfelt, "Anything."23

"A good-bye kiss."24

They left the burning farmhouse with Timothy King's death unspoken between them; written in their tear filled eyes.  At the end of the driveway they met a young man carrying a grocery bag from the local general store.  He put up no resistance at all as they led him back to the inferno.  As he ran inside they could hear him start to sing, "Well I dreamed I saw the knights in armor comin', sayin' somethin' about a queen."  25

When he finished, "Flyin' Mother Nature's silver seed to a new home in the Sun." they called in the fire brigade.26