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Reality {Riv Yavtry} (MF cons) (WIP)


***** Chapter 1 - Visitor *****

For me, John Dreysthorne, Saturday was probably the best day of my
life.

I'd made my pile working in the city for a decade. When the banking
crisis hit, the whole financial services sector was tarred with the
same brush and every company was forced to economise in order to
build up their reserves. When the company I worked for asked for
volunteers for redundancy, I bit their hand off and landed a seven
figure payoff.

Seeking a slower pace of life, I moved back to the town I grew up in
and started a gardening and landscaping business, more as a hobby
than for any financial need. After only three years the work had made
me very fit and I'd managed to sow more than my fair share of wild
oats on the side, thanks to bored housewives looking for a bit of fun.

When I wake up, I like to lie there with my eyes closed, listening
to the background noises and thinking about the day ahead. With no
pressing engagements, I had a nice, relaxing lie in before showering
and getting some breakfast. I was just wondering which non-urgent
jobs to tackle before lunch when my doorbell rang. When I opened the
door, I was pleasantly surprised to find Melinda Baxter on my
doorstep.

Melinda Baxter and I had gone to the same school. She was way out of
my league - I was a maths nerd (although with an aptitude for
football) and she was the girl who had everything: intelligence,
personality and stunning looks - a blue-eyed, willowy, leggy honey-
blonde with a body to die for - and did I mention she was way out of
my league? In the whole time we were at school together, I doubt that
we had exchanged more than a couple of sentences at a time.

After returning to Newtown, I'd taken up football again - something
I'd had to drop when I went to work in the city. I played for a pub
team, the Red Lion, in Division 2 of the County Senior League.
Punching above our weight, we had come second in the division and
earned promotion to Division 1. And thanks to a succession of good
fortune and favourable draws we were also through to the final of the
County Senior Cup, where we were due to play the Division 1 winners
RAP 'A' (Royston Agrochemical Products, the largest local employer,
who actually had enough footballers on their staff that they could
field six teams each weekend), the final kicking off at 3pm that very
afternoon.

I wasn't really a drinker but it seemed ungrateful not to patronise
the establishment I represented and I found that Melinda Baxter was
one of the regular crowd there. I was pretty surprised because, with
her looks, I fully expected her to have been swept up and transported
to pastures new by a modelling agency.

We were both single, and after overcoming some initial awkwardness
harking back to our schooldays, we had become friends. We'd dated a
handful of times, but never taken things any further than making out.
She told me that she'd tried modelling but hated being treated as a
brainless bimbo clothes horse, and she now worked at RAP as a middle
manager, where her brains were valued more than her looks.

"Hi Melinda, come in. I was just making some coffee - would you like
one?"

"Please."

I scuttled about in the kitchen making the coffee while Melinda
wandered round my house. She'd been there before (although never at
that time of morning) so I knew how she liked her coffee and she knew
her way around. When I emerged from the kitchen with a couple of
steaming mugs in my hands, I found Melinda lying back on my sofa. She
was wearing her usual figure-hugging jeans and a very tight navy blue
t-shirt, which emphasised rather than covered her amazing breasts.

I handed Melinda a coffee then sank back into my favourite armchair.

"So, are you on an espionage mission to uncover our secret tactics
for this afternoon?" I asked.

"No, my loyalties lie with the gang. I thought I'd drop by and wish
you luck."

"Thanks. We're going to need it. We'll be lucky to keep the score
down to single figures."

We chatted about inconsequentials while sipping our coffees, a
pleasant way for me to avoid makeweight jobs which weren't exactly
urgent in the first place. Melinda hadn't given a real reason for her
visit but I enjoyed her company so much I wasn't going to press it.
When my coffee was drained, I got up from the armchair. Melinda got
up too.

"Would you like another?" I asked.

"No thanks. One's enough to give me a buzz all morning."

Melinda's mug was empty too, so I took them both into the kitchen.

***** Chapter 2 - Smile *****

After I put the coffee mugs on the drainer, I turned round to find
Melinda right behind me.

"Fancy a kiss for luck?" she volunteered.

We'd kissed many times before, playfully, as friends rather than
anything more. But this time Melinda put so much passion into the
kiss it knocked me for six. I wrapped my arms around her to hold her
tightly, enjoying the feeling of her soft breasts crushing against
me, and lost myself in the sensuous pleasure, our tongues greeting
each other like long lost friends. Instinctively I lowered my hands
to Melinda's butt and squeezed the firm, fleshy orbs. Melinda
responded by grinding her pelvis against me, and I knew that she had
to be aware she was rubbing against my rock-hard cock.

Eventually we had to come up for air, although we stayed glued at
the pelvis. I saw a gleam in Melinda's eye I'd never seen before.

"Wow," I gasped. "That was incredible. Where did it come from?"

"I went round to see my mum yesterday evening. Mrs Johnson, her next
door neighbour, was telling her what a complete service she got from
her gardener," Melinda grinned.

I could feel my cheeks burning. I hadn't realised Mrs Johnson lived
next door to Melinda's widowed mother. Mrs Johnson was an attractive
divorcee in her mid-forties who made it clear what she was offering
and I had been happy to accept.

Melinda grabbed my jean-clad cock and squeezed.

"That's some pistol you're packing. If you weren't a professional
athlete foregoing sex before competition, I'd love to get a smile on
my face like Mrs Johnson had."

I didn't stop to think about how it had taken revelations from
Melinda's mum's neighbour to get Melinda to think of me in a sexual
way.

"Well I'm not a professional athlete and I love it when you smile."  

Melinda seemed to come to a decision. She turned away from me,
pulled her jeans and panties down to her ankles in one quick motion,
then leaned across the kitchen table, rotating her peachy butt at me.
She turned her head round to face me and smiled invitingly.

"I'm on the pill and I'm so horny. I want you now," said Melinda,
almost shouting the 'now'.

I dropped my jeans and jockeys to my ankles, releasing my turgid
cock, and moved behind Melinda as quickly as my constrained ankles
would allow. I rubbed my cock along her slit, realising from the
trail of moisture that Melinda was ready for me. I slid my cock
between her slimy pussy lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

I still couldn't believe that some as out of my league as Melinda
wanted to have sex with me.

"Don't make me beg," she groaned by way of reply.

I almost laughed nervously - Melinda was virtually begging me to
fuck her. What a turnaround from our schooldays. I lined up with her
entrance and pushed, my mushroom head seeming to pop through her
initial tightness. Melinda clenched down on me.

"Yessss, that feels so good."

I grasped Melinda firmly by the hips and steadily forced myself all
the way into her moist, fiery tunnel, until my belly was pressing
against Melinda's cool, fleshy orbs.

"Now fuck me. Hard!" Melinda demanded.

How could I turn down an order like that! Fucking a woman so out of
my league as Melinda would normally have tested my self-control to
the limit, but the previous day's session with Mrs Johnson had taken
the edge off and I was able to concentrate more on Melinda's needs
than my own.

Taking my rhythm from her moans and whimpers, I fucked Melinda
relentlessly, at intervals adjusting my angle of penetration to
stimulate different parts of her pussy. Suddenly she came, shouting
her orgasm wordlessly for the world to hear, her pussy spasming
deliciously round my pistoning member. I slowed my tempo while
Melinda panted through her recovery, enough to keep me fully hard but
not enough to increase my arousal to danger point. When Melinda's
breathing was back to something approaching normal, I resumed
jackhammering her.

"Oh God," she gasped, "this is so good. I wish we'd done this years
ago."

As I felt Melinda cresting towards another orgasm, I relinquished my
own control. Then when she wordlessly screamed her way through a
second, more powerful orgasm, I grunted in sympathy as my throbbing
cock answered every squeeze of her spasming pussy with a jet of baby
batter.

Panting hard, I collapsed onto Melinda's back, the after-shocks I
was experiencing from both my cock and Melinda's pussy keeping my
cock somewhat more than semi-rigid and embedded to the hilt in
Melinda's fiery core. When I felt a bead of moisture trickle down my
forehead and fall onto the back of Melinda's t-shirt, I realised I
could feel chills on various parts of my body due to sweat.

I pulled myself off and out of Melinda and helped her up from the
table. A glance at my kitchen clock told me that our frantic coupling
had taken a little over fifteen minutes. 

"God, I must look a mess," smiled Melinda, her hair plastered to her
forehead.    

I gave her a hug and kissed the tip of her nose.

"You look beautiful," I answered her with complete honesty, because
the just-fucked afterglow really suited her.

"Thanks, but I really need a shower now. Can I use yours?"

"Sure. I need one too, but you can go first. I'll get some clean
towels."

"If you'll lend me a clean t-shirt," said Melinda, pointing out the
darker sweat-soaked patches on the one she was wearing, "I'll let you
shower with me."

That was an offer I couldn't possibly refuse, and Melinda smirked
when she saw my slimy cock voting its approval by jerking back to
half-mast.  

Fully-clothed, Melinda was a walking wet-dream. Naked and dripping
in the shower, I couldn't help but stay constantly hard at the
voluptuous vision, and but for my release a few minutes before, I'm
sure I would have had a happy accident.

We washed each other thoroughly and I took every opportunity to
familiarise myself with Melinda's body, running my hands over her
soft, smooth skin, cupping her heavy breasts, which were unfairly
defying the demands of age and gravity. Melinda fully reciprocated,
running her hands over my chest and butt, cupping my balls and gently
washing my rock-hard cock so meticulously that I nearly came again.

***** Chapter 3 - Worship *****

"What are your plans until kick-off?" asked Melinda, once we were
out of the shower and towelling ourselves dry.

"I was trying to think of ways to kill time for an hour or so before
having some lunch, but I'd love to spend the time worshipping and
praying to the my Goddess."

"Oh really? And which Goddess do you worship?"

"The one standing in front of me looks pretty damn good."

"What, little old me?"

Melinda pulled a cutesy face then opened up her towel. Although we
had showered together and I had seen all her bits in close-up, I
hadn't had a chance to have a really good look at the overall
package. Beautiful face and hair, heavy breasts with prominent
nipples, an almost flat stomach into which was sunk the jewel of her
navel, the little manicured tuft of hair which proved she was a
natural blonde and led the eye to her womanhood, the shapely thighs
leading to slim, toned calves and then two exquisite feet, perfect
even down to the pinkies.

My response was to open my towel to demonstrate that part of me was
pointing at her approvingly.

"If you're going to worship your Goddess, do you have somewhere more
comfortable than the kitchen table?" Melinda asked.

My bedroom was probably the only room in the house Melinda hadn't
been in. After a particularly overindulgent night out with the gang,
she had even stayed in my spare room since she was unfit to drive
home, but nothing had happened between us. Melinda gave a little gasp
as she entered.

"Are you secretly married or living with someone?" she asked
worriedly.

"No. Why would you think that?"

"This isn't a single man's room. Everything is clean and neat and
tidy. Even the bed's made."

"When I lived in the city I started off in a bedsit. I soon found
that unless everything was put away neatly, it would devour the floor
space until there wasn't even room to stand in. I guess I've kept up
the habit," I explained.

"I love it," exclaimed Melinda, then with a loud squeal she threw
herself onto the bed, landing plum in the middle with her damp hair
splayed across a pillow and her legs wide apart, giving me a perfect
view of her plump pussy lips.

I crawled onto the bed and proceeded to worship Melinda to the
utmost of my ability. Using gentle strokes and kisses, I investigated
every inch of her sumptuous body, noting the signs of appreciation
when I found somewhere responsive.

She liked it when I kissed the sides of her neck. She loved it when
I suckled and nibbled on her rubbery nipples and she liked it when I
stroked and kissed her heavy breasts, but she hated any rough or firm
squeezing because they bruised easily. She liked it when I kissed the
backs of her knees, but she didn't like it when I kissed then tried
to stick my tongue in her navel. Shivers ran down her body when I
kissed and pressed my tongue against her tight little rosebud - well
I was the one who had made sure it was squeaky clean - and although
she didn't let me in, I considered that there was promise for further
play in that area in the future, if this was more than a one-off.

When I kissed my way up the insides of her silky-smooth, nicely
toned thighs, Melinda was panting hard. I tested her with my tongue
and found she was very wet. An interesting taste, sweet and sour and
salty, reminding me somewhat of a Chinese meal. I held her pussy lips
open so I could lick her dry but it was in vain; the more I juices I
licked and sucked, the more Melinda exuded.

Defeated, I moved my attention to Melinda's shy little clit, which
was poking out from behind its hood to see what was going on. She
really appreciated my tracing the letters of the alphabet on it with
the tip of my tongue. When I got to 'k', Melinda shivered her way
through a mild orgasm. When I got to 't', she had another, and when I
got round to 'b' again, she had a third.

That was enough for Melinda, and she pulled me up to kiss me on the
lips.

"Hmmm, so that's what I taste like. But now I want to feel you in me
again," she whispered in my ear.

I slid my cock into Melinda's hot, tight, sopping tunnel until my
crotch was pressing against her clit. Then we made love. I'd give a
few gentle thrusts then stop to kiss the side of her neck, or suckle
her breasts, or let our tongues greet like long-lost friends. There
was no urgency, just two people connecting. When Melinda eventually
orgasmed, the gentle, undulating waves were almost an anti-climax
compared to the journey to getting there.

"That was beautiful," was her verdict, her voice quivering slightly
with emotion, "but you haven't come yet. I want you to give me a
good, hard pounding like you did earlier."

Melinda got on her hands and knees and wiggled her butt at me,
making her intention obvious. Moving behind her, I mercilessly thrust
in hard all the way, causing her to grunt with surprise. Then I did
exactly what she asked, jackhammering my cock in and out as though my
life depended on it. From the way her body jolted on each thrust I
was concerned I might be hurting her, but Melinda allayed my fears by
thrusting her hips back to meet me, perfectly in sync, causing a
rhythmic slapping sound as my belly encountered her soft rear orbs.
Melinda lowered her head to the bed to support her weight and free up
her hands, one flying to her breasts to pinching and pull her
nipples, the other flying to her pussy to massage her pussy and strum
her clit.

"I'm about to come," I gasped, as my balls contracted in readiness.

"Me too," Melinda answered breathily, the hand rubbing her clit
becoming a blur.

Melinda screamed as her whole body spasmed with orgasm, her hardest
one yet, and that triggered my unleashing of what felt like torrents
of man juice into her clenching pussy. We both collapsed onto the
bed, panting hard. I rolled off Melinda so I didn't crush her, and
pulled her to me, wrapping her in my arms. Even hot and sweaty
Melinda smelled absolutely delicious.

"That was incredible. You are incredible," I said, stroking her
silky hair gently.

My brain had gone into meltdown and my vocabulary shrunk to almost
zero.

"Really?" said Melinda, looking up at me, transfixing me with her
piercing blue eyes, "I thought I was the winner".

I peeled our sticky bodies apart so that Melinda could see my slimy
cock dangling uselessly against my thigh.

"I think you were - you've broken it," I said, my voice deliberately
whiney at the end.

"Awww, want me to kiss it better?"

I'm sure my cock gave an approving jerk at the image that generated
in my mind.

"Much as I'd love that, I need to take another shower then get some
lunch."

A quick glance at my watch had shown me that I used up all my lax
time and more.

***** Chapter 4 - Lunch *****

"Oh shit, I haven't made you late, have I?" asked Melinda, as if she
were able to read my thoughts.

"No, but even if you had, I wouldn't begrudge a single second. If
you're going to cheer us on this afternoon, why don't you stay and
have lunch with me? I was just going to rustle up some pasta and
chicken breast and I've got plenty for two."

"Yes please, and next time I'll cook."

I liked the sound of 'next time'.

"I need another shower too. Want to share again?" Melinda continued.

"Better not, that really would make me late. You go shower, and I'll
get lunch started."

Melinda had a very quick shower and emerged wearing a clean t-shirt
I had found for her. It was as baggy as a tent but she still made it
look a million dollars. Then she kept watch over the cooking while I
had my third shower of the day.

We were soon sitting down to pasta, chicken breast and ratatouille.
Afterwards, over more coffee, we chatted again.

"So, you're housebroken, you can cook and you're a demon in bed but
you're still single," Melinda observed, "so what hidden vices have
kept you out of the clutches of the fair sex?"

 "Hey, remember you're talking about John Dreysthorne, maths nerd."

"Good point. At school I was so shallow that you weren't even on my
radar. But I dare you to tell me your three worst faults." Melinda
challenged.

"I can never remember birthdays and anniversaries," I admitted,
eliciting a disapproving sharp intake of breath from Melinda.

"My singing purges the area of all small, cute furry and feathered
creatures," I continued.

"That's not so bad. It keeps the cats away."

"And I pee in the shower."

While true, I don't know what prompted me to volunteer that piece of
information to Melinda. I expected it to gross her out, but instead
she just gave me a curious look with an unexpected gleam in her eye.
Perhaps she was kinkier than I had imagined.

"How about you?" I challenged back. "What are your three worst
faults?"

Melinda put on a fake innocent face.

"But I'm a Goddess. Goddesses don't have faults."

"Good point," I admitted.

"But my fiercest critics might mention the three days a month when I
turn into the psycho-bitch from Hell," Melinda continued, raising her
fingers behind her head to imitate horns.

She had nice, slender fingers. I could imagine them making beautiful
music on a piano.

It was time to leave for the match, so I bundled the dinner things
in the dishwasher and got my kitbag. Melinda said she'd make her own
way to the ground, and she left me with a searing kiss and a promise
to see me later.

***** Chapter Five - The Match *****

The Red Lion played their home matches on one of twelve pitches
marked out on the local council-owned recreation ground. RAP's teams
played their home matches at their own sportsground, complete with
three pitches and a purpose-built licensed clubhouse. But today's
final was going to be held at the ground of Newtown Athletic, the
local football club, currently languishing in the thirteenth tier of
the football pyramid, because it had a covered stand where bigwigs
could stay dry while watching the match and presenting the cup
afterwards.

I'm average height, about 5' 10". That's a little short to play
central defence or attack. But I can pick a pass, I'm a good tackler
and I have good stamina so my usual position is central midfield.

The match kicked off and, as expected, RAP were all over us. I felt
particularly heavy legged after the morning's exertions and I got
some grim looks from my teammates and rollickings from our captain,
Darwin 'Winnie' Taylor, when I allowed opposing players to dribble
past me entirely too easily. Fortunately our keeper, Lee 'Freckles'
Freckington (named Freckles as an ironic play on his surname because
he was in fact entirely freckle-free), a 20-year-old who had joined
us that season, was having a blinder. He's a bit dodgy with catches,
something which made him unattractive to better teams, but he's
superbly athletic. For the first 20 minutes Freckles mounted an
amazing one-man line of resistance, performing incredible leaps and
dives to nudge the ball onto or round the post or over the crossbar.

About twenty minutes in I made an excellent tackle on one of the RAP
players, not only winning the ball but making sure he felt it so that
he knew he was in a game. Climbing up off the turf I happened to see
Melinda behind the nearby advertising hoardings, jumping up and down
and cheering my minor success. The sight of her gorgeous orbs
oscillating under my t-shirt inspired me to a second wind and
thereafter I ran and tackled like a demon. The rest of the half was
still one-way traffic, but with our midfield shored-up, Freckles had
a lot less work to do, and the match was still goalless at half-time.

The half-time team-talk was surreal. Bob Jones, our manager, who had
spent five unsuccessful seasons with Newtown Athletic, tried to
persuade us that we had weathered the storm and now it was our turn
to be more positive and do some attacking. Bob was a nice guy but
hopelessly deluded.

The second half was more-or-less a reprise of the end of the first
half. RAP did all the attacking but a combination of tigerish
tenacity and Freckles' athleticism kept them at bay.

With just under five minutes to go, the ball broke loose in midfield
and I snapped it up. Derek 'Spooney' Spooner, our centre forward,
indicated he was ready to go on a run and pointed in front of him to
indicate where he wanted the ball. I chipped the ball over the
surprised RAP defenders and it landed just perfect, sitting up nicely
for Spooney to volley it towards goal. Living up to his name, Spooney
spooned it harmlessly over the bar, wasting our only chance of the
game so far.

When the whistle blew after 90 minutes the score was still nil-nil.
The referee didn't know what to do, but after consulting officials in
the stand, informed us we had to play extra time. Everyone groaned,
even the RAP players.

The game changed significantly in extra time. RAP seemed to be
feeling even more tired than we were, not surprising since many of
their players were desk-jockeys whereas most of the Red Lion team
were manual labourers. RAP sat back more and let us come to them,
hoping to pick us off with their superior passing skills. Tiredness
caused lots of mistakes on both sides, but still nobody could break
the deadlock. I was on my fourth or fifth wind by that time, running
on empty but still chasing and harrying like a youngster.

With a couple of minutes left to play, the ball broke kindly to me
again. Spooney called for me to pass it for him to run onto again,
but realising the RAP players were even more tired than I was, I
elected to keep possession and run at them. I was just outside their
penalty area when my legs were whipped from underneath me, the tackle
more clumsy than malicious. Fortunately I wasn't badly hurt, only a
little bruised from the tumble.

I saw the RAP players were taking their time jogging tiredly back to
their defensive positions and realised that the longer I delayed the
free kick, the less of an advantage it would be. Seeing RAP didn't
yet have their defence marshalled, I quickly chipped the ball towards
Spooney's head, and he headed it past RAP's surprised keeper into the
back of the net. 

The referee awarded a goal, and was immediately surrounded by
protesting RAP players complaining that he hadn't blown the whistle
for me to take the free kick. It was to no avail and after a
prolonged interval the match restarted with just two minutes to play
and the red-hot favourites a goal down. Revitalised, we chased and
harried like mad things, allowing RAP only one half-chance which
Freckles confounded us all by catching. Then the full-time whistle
blew and it was all over - we had won the County Senior Cup.

The presentations were a bit anti-climatic. A fat old blazer-wearing
guy of unknown identity gave the cup to Winnie, our captain, then we
all filed past and shook his chubby, sweaty hand. A pair of theatre
tickets were given to Spooney, who some brain-dead chump had decided
was our man-of-the-match, a complete travesty given the miraculous
performance of Freckles, then we had a quick victory lap round the
pitch before hitting the showers.

The Newtown Athletic showers and changing rooms were awful, way
below the excellent RAP facilities and even significantly worse than
the council rec, so we were all in a hurry to get out of there.
Although we hadn't agreed anything, I had been hoping to hook up with
Melinda again that evening, but the team's euphoria at the unexpected
victory inspired everyone to drop their plans and opt for a victory
pub crawl around town.

Melinda was waiting for me outside the changing rooms. I was treated
to a hug and a red-hot kiss to an accompaniment of cat-calls from my
jealous team-mates. I told her that we were embarking on a
celebratory pub crawl and she could come with us. But Melinda begged
off, saying that she had promised to accompany her mother to the
theatre. We kissed again, then promised to call each other the next
day.

I don't remember much of the pub crawl. We started at the Rajah
Palace for a curry, before moving on to the various town centre pubs
to parade the trophy and gloat. I remember drinking too much and I
remember everyone eventually ending up back at the Red Lion, where
the cup was placed behind the bar where everyone could see it, and
where we stayed until closing time.

My memory has only blurred snapshots of how I got home and into bed. 

***** Chapter 6 - The Room *****

The next day, if indeed it was the next day, was probably the worst
day of my life.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was naked, with
no bedclothes on top of me. I could understand being fully clothed,
since I was pretty sure I was incapable when I crawled into bed after
the pub crawl. I could understand if I was wearing pyjamas because
I'm a maths nerd at heart and that's what maths nerds wear in bed.
Perhaps I had puked on my clothes and someone had undressed me. What
if it was Melinda?

I opened my eyes. I definitely didn't recognise my surroundings. The
room I was in was sparsely furnished, just the bed in one corner and
a transparent desk up against the wall a little way along from it
with a transparent chair in front. What appeared to be some sort of
bathroom was in the corner along from the bed in the other direction
from the desk. The bathroom was separated from the main body of the
room by transparent screens - not exactly a lot of privacy.

The walls were uniformly decorated in a vile magnolia colour
suffused with pinkish-red flowers-type objects. The ceiling was a
pale cream colour, as was the floor, which felt like some sort of
cushioned vinyl when I tested it with a foot. The room had no
discernible doors or windows.

From the centre of the room I saw that behind the desk was some sort
of screen set plush with the wall. It was displaying a message, but I
had to move up close to read it. It said "press any key to continue".
I realised the desk had a keyboard template on its surface and I
guessed it was touch activated.

I decided my top priority was to empty my bladder then find some
clothes. There was something in the bathroom which looked like a
transparent toilet so I aimed and peed. There wasn't any water in the
bowl, my pee just disappeared noiselessly from inside as if by magic.
I guessed there was some form of suction at the bottom of the bowl.

There was something which looked like a transparent washbasin but
without any taps. I inserted my hands and felt them tingle as they
were assailed by a blast of something cool and invigorating
accompanied by a faint smell of ozone. When I removed my hands the
tingling stopped. I gave my hands a sniff and I couldn't detect any
odours so hopefully they were clean.

It dawned on me that wherever I was, the technology was way beyond
anything I was used to. I wondered if my team-mates were playing a
very sophisticated prank on me, but from what I could remember of
their backgrounds, none were in the areas of advanced science or
technology.

I conducted a through search of the room. All the walls were
seamless, and I couldn't detect any different-sounding areas when I
tapped on them. The bed was at normal bed height and comfortable but
extended down to and was set into the floor, so there was no space
underneath. I couldn't find any clothes at all. I had absolutely no
privacy whatsoever - nothing to cover myself with and nowhere to hide.

***** Chapter 7 - The Message *****

The only thing remaining for me to investigate was the message on
the screen. I sat on the chair and the keyboard template on the desk
seemed to brighten. It had a standard qwerty layout but with various
arrow keys as if for navigation and a few keys I didn't recognise.

I took a deep breath and pressed the down arrow key - it seemed as
good as any. A message appeared on the screen.

<<
Welcome.

You are a guest of 3rd Arm Productions. That is all you will be told
about your current location and your hosts. You will be participating
in an experimental reality entertainment programme designed to
improve our understanding of your species' sexual habits and taboos
as well as entertain our audience.

In the next room is a female of your species. When you have both
accepted these conditions, the partition between the two rooms will
be removed.

When you have consensually embedded your penis to its full extent
and ejaculated into each of the female's three sexually active
orifices, the two of you will be returned home.

For the extent of your stay, you will both be supplied with
nutritionally complete food and water over a 24 hour diurnal cycle,
and medical care at a level consistent with your home planet.

Please press your right thumb on the thumbpad if you accept.

If you have any questions, ask them via the keyboard.
>>

I noticed one of the 'keys' was lit brighter than the rest and had
an image of a fingerprint on top. I guessed that was the thumbpad.

One question occurred to me immediately.

"What if I or the female refuse to agree to your conditions?" I typed.

After a short wait, I received the following reply:

<<
We will wait until you do agree."
>>

"When do I get some food and water?"

<<
Water is available at any time. Go to the bathroom and wave your
hand just above the washbasin. A nipple will appear in the wall from
which you can suck as much water as you need.

Do you require food at this moment?
>>

That brought the events of last night back to me. I realised I
didn't have a hangover headache. Was last night actually last night
or had I been here some time? I didn't really feel hungry, but I was
pissed at the arrogance of whoever was controlling the screen and
just wanted to push a few buttons.

Two more keys were lit brighter than the rest. One said 'yes', the
other 'no'. I pressed 'yes'.

A small gap appeared in the wall, and through it was fed what looked
like a breakfast biscuit. I was very unimpressed. If this is what I'd
be eating while I was here, it would be very boring. And no coffee
either!

"Is this the only food you have?" I typed.

<<
Yes.

It is nutritionally complete.

Attempting to reproduce your normal foods, with their complex and
irrational preparations, is beyond our capabilities.
>>

That made me smile. So these aliens did have some limitations.

I took a bite of the biscuit. It actually tasted better than it
looked, but the consistency was a strange combination of chewy and
crunchy. I ate the whole biscuit, then had to go to the bathroom for
some water. I waved a hand above the washbasin and the nipple
appeared. Sucking on the nipple, I received a mouthful of water. It
tasted clean and untainted but was room temperature.

I returned to the desk.

"Can you chill the water?" I typed.

<<
Yes.

What temperature would you like?
>> 

I rather fancied water that was kept at fridge temperature. I knew
it was just above freezing.

"2 degrees Celsius."

The reply came almost immediately.

<<
Done
>>

I had to try it. I waved my hand and the nipple appeared. When I
sucked, I got a mouthful of water that was so cold it made my eyes
water. I didn't want to appear stupid so I gulped the water down.
Then I retired to the bed to think about the conditions I was
expected to accept. 

***** Chapter 8 - The Conditions *****

After thinking things through, I very quickly came to the conclusion
that I had nothing to lose by accepting the conditions immediately. I
wasn't going to get home at all if I didn't accept, but if the female
and I were of a like mind and cooperated, we might be able to get
home quite quickly.

It occurred to me that by accepting so quickly, I might give the
impression to the female that I was actually eager to participate. On
the other hand, if I delayed, I might give the impression I was very
reluctant, which could be construed as disparaging.

I went over to the keyboard and pressed my thumb on the fingerprint
symbol.

<<
Your acceptance has been recorded.
>>

I have to admit I was a little disappointed when the partition,
whichever wall it was, wasn't removed immediately.

"Has the female agreed yet?" I typed impatiently.

<<
No.
>>

"Can I talk to her?"

<<
Not until she has agreed to the conditions.
>>

With nothing else to do, I returned to my bed. Although I had made
my decision, I wondered what the conditions had meant by 'taboos'. I
tried to think of the worst case scenarios. What if my mother was on
the other side of the partition? I reckoned if push came to shove we
could probably grit our teeth and manage to fulfil the conditions. As
far as I knew my mother was faithful to my father, but she had always
been open about sexual matters. At least I'd feel comfortable
discussing the acts with her, although that wouldn't have been the
case before I left home to go to university.

What if the female was extremely unattractive or disabled in some
way? I could probably close my eyes and do the acts with an
unattractive partner. A physically disabled partner might be a
challenge, but surely the aliens wouldn't have set us an impossible
task. I discounted the possibility of a mentally disabled partner
because she might well not be able to understand the conditions.

On the other hand, perhaps by 'taboos' the aliens were referring to
the repugnance some earthly cultures held towards oral and anal sex.
Neither would bother me. In fact, if Melinda Baxter were on the other
side of the partition, I'm pretty sure we'd have a lot of fun
fulfilling the requirements.

How would it feel if it wasn't Melinda Baxter? Were we in a
relationship? If I had sex with another female, would it count as
being unfaithful? Should I tell Melinda afterwards?

Just thinking of Melinda caused my cock to harden. I blushed when I
realised there could be countless aliens watching, but with
absolutely no privacy and nowhere to hide, I would just have to get
used to it. At least I couldn't see the aliens watching me.

***** Chapter 9 - Amusement *****

With nothing to do, I quickly became bored. I requested more food
and received another breakfast biscuit. I ate it and drank some more
cold water. Then I lay on my bed for a while and dozed.

When I got up, I went over to the desk.

"What am I supposed to do while I wait?" I asked. "Do you have any
books I can read?"

<<
No. But we have a complete read-only copy of your internet from
three months ago. Press the 'browser' key to start a browser window.
You will be able to run any programs, movies or soundtracks that you
can find.
>>

A key lit up on the keyboard. It even had a symbol which looked like
a window. I pressed it and a browser window appeared on the screen.
It wasn't a browser I was familiar with but it seemed to have all the
functionality of Explorer, Firefox or Chrome, and I quickly found my
way around.

All I can say is thank heavens for pirate file-sharing sites. I was
able to find copies of movies and TV series that I hadn't had time to
watch in real life. The only problem was that I wasn't able to access
file-sharing sites which insisted on registration. Fortunately the
aliens had deactivated human-recognition checks.

After watching a few episodes of a sci-fi drama with excellent
picture and sound quality, punctuated by occasional breaks to pee and
to eat, I noticed the lights getting dimmer.

"Why are the lights going dim?" I typed.

<<
Our research shows that humans sleep better if exposed to slowly
dimming light before sleep time. You can switch the settings at any
time by waving your hand above your head. You can either set the room
to full light or set it back to light consistent with the diurnal
cycle.
>>

I watched a couple more episodes or the sci-fi drama until I was
halfway through Series 1, then I retired to bed for the night. By
this time the only light in the room was a very dim night light in
the bathroom. I felt stiff from sitting in the same position for long
periods. If I was going to be here any length of time, lack of
exercise would be a serious problem.

***** Chapter 10 - Bodily Functions *****

I woke next morning to a gradually brightening light. The aliens
were simulating dawn as well as dusk. I noticed that I was still on
my own.

I had some immediate problems. The bathroom had what looked like a
shower unit, and I guessed it would operate like the washbasin.

I went to the desk.

"What do I use for toilet paper?" I typed.

<<
Unnecessary. Sit low on the unit. When you have finished your
evacuation, wave your hand just above your knees.
>>

"How do I brush my teeth?"

<<
If you use the shower unit, all available parts of your body will
be cleansed. If you open your mouth, that will be cleansed at the
same time. If you use the washbasin, you can cleanse any part of your
body which can be lowered into it, including your hair, face and
mouth.
>>

"How do I shave?"

<<
All your body hair will be softened while in the shower unit or
washbasin. If you rub a hairy part of your body, all the hair will
painlessly fall out.
>>. I wondered if there was some way I could cut
my hair, but I hoped I wouldn't be there long enough for haircuts to
become an issue.

I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. First I had a pee, and
the unit behaved exactly the same way as it had the day before when I
used it from a standing position. Then I relaxed my sphincter and
pushed, releasing a stool into the bowl. It too immediately
disappeared with no noise or smell. When I waved my hand above my
knees, my anus was subjected simultaneously to both suction and a
similar cool blast to that provided by the washbasin.

After several minutes I realised the unit wasn't going to switch
itself off so I stood up. That worked, and the unit ceased to
function. I felt clean and dry down below. Next I entered the shower.
The unit started immediately I entered, blasting me all over. I found
the cool blast to be uncomfortable for my eyes so I shut them tight.
I opened my mouth and a cool jet seemed to be directed into it. I ran
my hands over my facial stubble and felt it slide off.

When my face was as smooth as a baby's bottom, I decided I'd had
enough and got out of the shower. For some reason I remembered what
I'd said to Melinda, and I wondered what the aliens would have
thought if I'd peed in the shower. If I hadn't recently emptied my
bladder, I think I would have got back in and tried it.

After another breakfast biscuit and drink of water I was set for the
day, except there wasn't much for me to do. I resumed watching the
sci-fi drama again.  During one particularly erotic scene I felt my
cock get hard again. That made me wonder about sexual release. I
didn't have any tissues. What would happen if I masturbated and shot
all over the desk? That was something I really didn't feel
comfortable discussing with the aliens. Fortunately it was only two
days since I had fucked Melinda Baxter so I was able to control my
urges for now.

Time seemed to pass excruciatingly slowly, but after five more days
I had finished watching Series 1, 2 and 3 of the sci-fi drama.

That night I had a very vivid dream. About Melinda Baxter. And the
inevitable happened. And I woke up. My pubic hair had something warm
and sticky stuck to it. I waved my hand above my head and the light
came on. There was a small puddle of cum on the bed and I didn't have
anything to clean it up. Then, while I watched, it seemed to be
absorbed into the bed. When I ran my hand over spot, it was perfectly
dry. I was relieved - that was one less problem to worry about.

I still had white blobs stuck to my pubic hairs so I went for a
shower. While my body was getting blasted, I instinctively tried to
rub the cum from my pubic hair with my hand. Too late, I remembered
what the effect of rubbing hairy parts of my body would be. Making
the best of a bad job, I ran my hand over every part of my genitals
until they were completely devoid of hair, even my balls, and the
process had been completely painless. Actually I rather enjoyed the
sensual feel of my newly-bald genitals, so perhaps I could count it
as a good thing. If I could take the shower back to earth with me,
I'd surely make a fortune.

That brought me back to reality. A week had gone and the partition
was still closed.

***** Chapter 11 - Exercise *****

I must have got out of the wrong side of bed a couple of days later
because I was feeling testy.

I peed in the shower. The straw-yellow liquid puddled around my
feet, then seemed to be absorbed through the floor of the shower,
like the puddle of cum had been absorbed by the bed.

After yet another boring breakfast biscuit, washed down by water, I
started quizzing the aliens.

"What is the hold-up with the human female?" I typed.

<<
She has not adapted to being our guest as well as you have. She's
slowly coming round though.
>>

"Is there anything I can do to speed things up?"

<<
There must be no contact between the two of you, even indirectly,
until she has accepted the conditions.
>>

Next I decided to broach the subject of exercise.

"Can you provide some exercise equipment?" I typed.

<<
What do you mean by exercise equipment and why do you need it?
>>

"If I don't exercise regularly, I will lose muscle tone and become
unfit. Exercise equipment will assist me with utilising the major
muscles of my body. Would you like me to show you some examples on
the internet?

<<
Yes. If you can show us examples of what you'd like, we will
consider fabricating them.
>>

I suppose the aliens were leery about anything I might use to hide
behind.

I found a sports equipment catalogue on the internet. The aliens
vetoed cross-trainers, rowing machines and treadmills. However they
agree to try to fabricate an exercise bike, a set of weights and a
weight bench.

The tediousness of typing questions to the aliens had sapped the
boldness, so I sat down for another day of television. I had finished
the fourth series of the sci-fi drama. I knew there was a fifth
series currently being aired and I found an episode guide on the
internet but I couldn't find any episodes from the series itself.
Instead I switched to a crime drama which was still going strong at
10 series' worth.

Next morning I found a set of weights and a weight bench in my room,
made from completely transparent materials. After breakfast I game my
arms and upper body a good workout until I was sweating profusely,
then I had a second shower.

Afterwards, back at the desk, I wondered whether they had declined
my request for an exercise bike, whether they had been unable to
fabricate one, or whether they were still trying.

"Thank you for the weights and weight bench," I typed. "Will you be
able to fabricate an exercise bike for me?"

<<
We are still working on it. It is providing us with some
interesting challenges. We will let you know if we cannot fabricate
one for you. And it was most interesting to watch you exercise with
the weights. We understand your reasons now. We saw you release
cooling fluids towards the end of the exercising. Would you like us
to reduce the room temperature while you exercise?
>>

Wow, apart from the initial message, that was the most communicative
the aliens had been since my abduction.

"No thank you, sweating is an important physiological response.
However I would like a slightly higher salt content in my food after
exercising."

<<
That will be arranged.
>>

The rest of the day I watched more crime drama. I had reached the
end of Series 1 by the time the lights started to dim.

The following day I found an exercise bike in my room. It was very
simple, with none of the bells and whistles of the one I had
indicated in the sports equipment catalogue, but the aliens had
grasped the basic principle - pedalling against various degrees of
resistance.

After breakfast I gave my legs a vigorous workout on the exercise
bike until I was hot and sweaty again. It was really weird being able
to see all the way through it; finding the pedals with my feet was
more a matter of touch rather than sight. It was also weird to see my
cock resting on the invisible seat, but at least the seat was well
padded. After another shower I sat at the desk.

"Thank you for the exercise bike," I typed.

<<
It was an interesting challenge. We were unable to discern the
purpose of or replicate some of the devices attached to the example
you showed us. Is the bike satisfactory?
>>

"Yes. How is the human female progressing?"

<<
She is slowly becoming accustomed to her situation. We expect her
to accept the conditions shortly.
>>

Nothing much happened for the rest of the week. I used each piece of
exercise equipment at least once a day and watched my way through to
the end of Series 4 of the drama.

***** Chapter 12 - Emma *****

Even before I opened my eyes the next morning, I could feel that
something had changed. Perhaps there was some quality to the air that
my hearing could detect. Full of expectation I opened my eyes and
found my guess was correct. The partition had been removed and I was
now one of two occupants of a double-sized room.