Usual disclaimers about this being a work of imagination, with no relationship to real people or events. If you're not interested in incomplete stories, thanks for reading so far and goodbye. I had an idea for a story and I wanted to set the scene while it was still fresh in my head. It ends on a cliffhanger - if you've read my other stories you should be able to guess what the twist will be. Please drop me a line if you want more. Enough prods and I won't be able to resist. All feedback welcome. After all, if you're reading this, it's probably in your interests to help me become a better author. (You can comment anonymously via the feedback form on my asstr site - /~rivyavtry/) 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.