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The White Room: Part 4

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Nick crept silently back to his bedroom. He'd woken to the

sounds of what he at first thought was crying. Thinking Adora / Vanda may be
upset again, he'd gone to investigate.

He'd stopped just short of entering her room, once he'd

registered the cries coming from his daughter were not of pain or distress, but
of pleasure.

It wasn't the first time he had ever overheard Adora

masturbating; even without the enhanced hearing the Collective's experiments
had given him, her bedroom was only right down the hall, of course.

He'd paused to wonder what brought them to it, and what the

experience must now be like for both her and the alien hitchhiker currently
residing in her head. Realizing he'd lingered too long, he turned away, wanting
to respect their privacy.

Chloe sat up groggily as he slipped back into bed.

"Everything okay?"

"They're fine," Nick said softly.

Another cry echoed in the distance. Chloe heard it too.

"Sounds like they're, getting to know each other a little better,"
she smiled. "Good for them."

"You're handling this whole thing pretty well,"

Nick chuckled, "Better than I am."

"I trust Adora," Chloe shrugged. "Am I

worried? Of course. I'm her mother, I can't help it. But Adora believes she can
help them, and I trust her judgment. I think this could become something
wonderful."

"I hope you're right. For her sake. Me? I'm not so

sure."

Chloe gave him a concerned look. "You gonna be able to

get back to sleep? Or be up all night worrying?"

"I'll be fine," Nick assured her, brushing a soft

strand of hair from his wife's face. "Go back to sleep."

Chloe caught his hand before he pulled away. "No, you

won't." Taking his hand, she guided it to her breast. "But I know a
way I might distract you for a bit."

Chloe, the horny MILF

Despite their sweet, unhurried love-making that night, Nick

still found himself up early the next morning.

Leaving his wife to sleep, he quietly checked in on Adora.

She was also still sleeping, tucked away under her comforter.

Heading downstairs, Nick decided to start breakfast. Chloe

joined him shortly after, clad in her favorite white satin robe. Her unkempt
hair fell across her face beautifully as she embraced him for a good morning
kiss.

His arms fell naturally around her, pulling her into him. On

a whim, he cupped her ass, lifting her robe just enough to confirm his
suspicion that she was indeed naked beneath it.

"Hey, down boy," Chloe purred. "If you wanted

more of that, you should have woke me before you came down here."

"I wanted to let you rest," Nick said in her ear,

nibbling at her lobe.

"And now?" Chloe smiled coyly, her hand dropping

to the bulge rising from his sweatpants.

"Not so much," Nick growled.

"Are you two about to engage in intercourse?"

Adora / Vanda stood in the kitchen doorway, staring

curiously at the startled couple.

"No, hunny," Chloe replied, adjusting her robe

with an embarrassed grin, "we were just, about to finish breakfast. Are
you hungry?"

"I, do not know. Are we hungry?"

"Yes," came Adora's reply. "Famished."

Nick, who had turned away when he'd heard her voice to hide,

for the second time now, his erection from his daughter, turned to find Adora,
fully naked, taking a seat at their breakfast nook.

"Um, sweetheart, don't you want to, um, perhaps, get

dressed before you eat?"

Adora laughed. "Sorry, Dad. I tried earlier, but Vanda

felt clothing was too confining. Besides, aren't you both still nudists anyway?
I didn't think it would bother you."

Nick flushed slightly. "It doesn't bother me. I'm just

surprised, that's all. You know your mother and I are fine with nudity. But you
stopped walking around the house naked years ago, and we started wearing
clothes around you more often after that because we thought perhaps you had
grown uncomfortable with it."

"I suppose I was, for a while," Adora smiled.

"But Vanda is still getting used to the human experience, and I figured it
might be better to just ease her into it. Besides, it's not like I completely
abandoned the nudist lifestyle. I went to several nude beaches during spring
break."

"I am still trying to comprehend the human tendency

to feel shameful about their own bodies," Vanda chimed in, "but
if our current state of undress is causing you discomfort, I will try clothing
again."

"There's no discomfort, Vanda," Chloe answered.

"In fact, now that I know Adora is okay with it again,”

Slipping off her robe, Chloe threw it over the back of a

chair.

Slightly bewildered, Nick turned his attention back to

finishing breakfast. As he cooked, he contemplated this strange new situation
he found himself in.

Not that there was anything unusual about the current state

of undress his wife and daughter were now in, per say. Chloe and he had of
course become very comfortable with nudism after their experience in the White
Room, and were often naked around each other.

Adora had been raised to see nudity as very natural. And it

certainly wasn't the first time he'd ever seen her naked.

So why was he suddenly uncomfortable, he wondered? Perhaps

it was the presence of Vanda, the new and unusual being now residing in his
daughter's mind and body, that made him suddenly feel self-conscious and less
inclined to shrug off his clothes and join his family in comfortable nudity.

Shunting those thoughts aside, he plated the food and joined

his wife and daughter at the table.

Vanda contemplated her dish with both nervousness and

excitement. "This smells, very pleasing. It is causing an
interesting sensation in our stomach."

"That's called hunger pangs," smiled Chloe. "Please,

eat."

Vanda watched for a moment as Nick and Chloe dug into their

own food with their forks, then carefully scooped up the first bite into her
mouth.

Using Adora's muscle memory as a guide, she chewed slowly as

a plethora of sensations exploded across her taste buds.

"This is, quite satisfying," she

garbled.

"I'm glad you like it," chucked Nick, "but

don't talk with your mouth full."

"My apologies."

Swallowing, Vanda forked another bite into her mouth. Then

another, her appetite voracious.

"Slow down, dear," coaxed Chloe. "You're

going to make yourself sick eating that fast."

Vanda nodded, her mouth still full, and slowed her chewing,

using Adora's memories to identify each new flavor; spinach omelet, turkey
bacon, fruit salad, whole grain toast.

Nick and Chloe watched in fascinated amusement as Vanda

finished her breakfast, her face bright with excitement and joy.

Without warning, she burped. "I am sorry. Is

that, inappropriate behavior?"

Chloe laughed. "No, not really. I suppose some people

consider it rude, but it's just another natural human function. One we don't
really control. So don't worry about it."

"There are many bodily functions you humans have no

control over," Vanda mused. "Release of excess
gasses, both orally and rectally, the production of excess moisture in your
nasal and oral cavities. And your waste removal process leaves much to be
desired, we discovered earlier. A most unpleasant business; quite flawed.
Something I will definitely wish to address with the Collective when I return."

Nick tried to suppress his grin. "Well maybe you guys

should have worked on that during our evolution."

"Oh it was far too late for that by the time we

arrived here," said Vanda. "There was only so much
we could do by way of improvement at that point. We are not, as you might say,
'miracle workers.' Believe me when I tell you that before we intervened, it was
far worse. Your species had absolutely no control over the release of body
wastes, and would simply expel them randomly and without warning. It was quite
unhygienic."

"Okay, not really great breakfast conversation,"

Chloe broke in, trying and failing to stifle her laughter.

"I understand," said Vanda, finishing

her last few bites. "I also understand it is customary to express
gratitude to the providers of sustenance after consuming, especially if it was
particularly enjoyable. So, thank you for this wonderful, breakfast. It was
most palatable. I enjoyed the experience of eating almost as much as I enjoyed
the orgasms experienced last night."

Nick almost choked on his coffee.

"You're welcome for the food, Vanda," Chloe

responded, "and while I'm glad you enjoyed your, other experience, again,
it's not something we really discuss together. That's something that should
remain private, between you and Adora."

"Why? Is it not part of the normal human experience?

"Yes," Nick answered, "it's perfectly normal.

But it's not usually appropriate to discuss so casually amongst, family."

Vanda looked confused. "But there are memories

of discussions pertaining to it not being something shameful."

"We're not trying to shame you, Vanda," said

Chloe, "I know you may find it difficult to understand, but you'll have to
learn that there are limits to what people share about their sexuality, and
with whom."

"I find it difficult indeed; the shame and guilt

your species has created around your own bodies and sexual activities are
unprecedented; it is not found in any other species. And from what I have
witnessed throughout your history, it seems to create more problems than it
professes to solve."

"You're probably right," Nick nodded. "Our

society has plenty of hang-ups when it comes to sex. And Chloe and I are
grateful that you helped free us from many of them. But there are still things
that can be, uncomfortable to talk about."

"I believe I understand. It stems from your societal

stance against what you call 'incest;' the concept that parents should never
allow themselves to be sexually stimulated by, or drawn to, their offspring. Or
to engage in any types of sexual activities with them. And for the most part,
it is a correct stance, especially due to the proclivity for genetically flawed
offspring stemming from problems inherent in your D N A.

"In fact, it caused a lot of problems early on in

your evolution; problems we rectified but could never entirely root out. It is
why we ultimately had to help influence your species away from it."

"So you're saying you also influenced our

morality?" Chloe asked.

Vanda sighed. "Minimally. It's very

complicated. Your sexual desire stems from your most basic, primal instincts to
procreate, to perpetuate the species.

"What, or I suppose I should say who you find

sexually desirable is far broader based, and stems from multiple influences. As
your species evolved, forming families, tribes, societies, so did your
morality; your need to develop standards of behavior that were mutually
beneficial for the whole, not merely the individual.

"All we influenced was a heightening of the

protective nurturing instinct between parent and offspring over the more primal
desire of sexual reproduction. Of course, we never truly eliminated incest from
the equation. It remained prevalent throughout your history, despite the
introduction of both ideologies and mythologies that taught against such
acts."

"So you guys helped create religion?" Nick

marveled.

"Oh, no," Vanda frowned, "that

was entirely your own doing."

"You know," Chloe mused, "there are many

humans who would probably consider you and your species 'Gods.' You have
powers, knowledge and abilities far beyond our own. You may not have created
us, but you've certainly influenced and guided our development from behind the
scenes. Perhaps we picked up on your presence subliminally."

"Perhaps. Although it still leaves the question of

who created the 'Gods?' On that, we have no more answers than you."

"So you don't know the origins of life, or the

universe?" Adora spoke up, joining the conversation.

"Oh, no. Beyond the event you commonly call the 'Big

Bang,' we have no further information."

"So I guess the answer is still '42,'" Nick

smirked.

"I do not understand."

"Reference my memories," Adora laughed. "Look

for 'Douglas Adams."

"Ah. A joke. I understand. Very, humorous."

"Well, since we won't be solving the mysteries of the

universe today," Chloe grinned, "what else shall we do with our day?
I'm sure there is plenty we can show you."

"According to Adora, there were plans made for this

planetary rotation to visit the beach. I would also find that excursion
acceptable. It will be beneficial to experience more of your world."

A Nudist Alien at the beach

Getting to the beach was more difficult than anyone

expected.

First, Vanda had to be convinced to put on clothes.

Then there was the car ride which, while short, was utterly

overwhelming for Vanda, prompting Adora to take back control after another
panic attack.

Things got better once they arrived, though. Vanda seemed to

truly enjoy all the new sensory input; the warm sunshine, the light breeze, the
salty scent of the air, the crash of the surf. Her face was a constant array of
whimsy and wonder.

Still, she complained about the bathing suit. "I

simply do not comprehend the need for such an ineffective garment. It serves no
protective purpose, and only barely covers the genital area. Also, why are the
females of your species forced to cover up their mammary ducts, while the males
are free to expose theirs?"

Nick had to laugh. "Welcome to a male dominated

society, Vanda."

Vanda did not see the humor. "Male nipples

serve no useful purpose; an evolutionary leftover. Female breasts provide
sustenance for your young; if anything, the men should be forced to cover up
their useless teats."

Chloe struggled to contain her laughter. "While our

society has come a long way, Nick is right; it's still predominantly run by
men. Women have been fighting for equality for centuries, including body
autonomy, and we've made a lot of progress. But not nearly enough."

Vanda considered this. "In the Collective, all

are considered equal. Of course, we are also without gender. I will make a very
strong case for equality for all, regardless of gender, after we reclaim
physical forms."

"Good for you, Vanda," said Nick. "I truly

hope your new society can actually achieve it."

Vanda's nose twitched. "I smell something,

appetizing? It is causing a stressful reverberation in our stomach."

"You're hungry again already?" Chloe laughed.

"Nick, how about you get us some hotdogs? I'm pretty sure that's what
she's smelling."

Nick went off to get the food. Chloe stayed behind, watching

with both humor and contemplative concern as Vanda continued to take in her
surroundings. A million distractions vied for her attention; a bird soaring
overhead, the crash of the waves, the laughter of a child off in the distance.

It was fascinating, yet frightening. The person sitting

beside her was Adora, the daughter she'd raised, nurtured and loved since
birth.

But she was now also a brand new being, a child in her own

way, with the curiosity and excitement to match. And yet, this
"child" had existed for longer than Chloe could possibly imagine.

"Vanda, if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to Adora

for a moment."

"Of course, Mom. What's up?" The change in both

tone and facial expression whenever Adora took back control still startled
Chloe, every time.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You've been,

quiet."

"I'm fine," Adora smiled, "I've been letting

Vanda hold the reins so she can experience everything fully. She's adapting
quite well, and I've been helping her to understand things she hasn't already
figured out on her own. She's a fast learner."

"So you two can, talk, hold conversations, within your

head?"

"Yes, but it's even better than that. Instead of having

to completely explain something, I can point her towards the information
already stored in my memory, information she can immediately absorb and
process."

"Yes," confirmed Vanda, "For

example; I finished The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy collection during the
journey to this location. Quite amusing, if highly inaccurate."

Adora laughed. "Vanda still has a hard time with the

concept of fiction," she explained to her mother.

"I can see that," Chloe smiled. "I'm curious

though; what's it like for you when Vanda is in control? Can you still, you
know, see, hear, think?"

"Oh yes," Adora affirmed, "I'm aware of my

surroundings. Although it's kinda like I'm watching it happen on TV, or through
Virtual Reality goggles. I can see and hear everything, but I lose most of the
other sensory input, letting Vanda fully experience things like taste, smell and
touch."

"Well, as long as you're okay in there," said

Chloe. "I'm happy you're so eager to help her experience the world, just
remember to check in with us once in a while."

"Will do."

Nick returned shortly with the food. When they finished

eating, Vanda decided, with coaxing from Adora, to finally brave the water.

Nick went with her, holding her hand to steady her as Vanda

took her first tentative steps into the cool, frothy surf.

"That's deep enough for now," Nick cautioned once

they'd reached waist level. "Let's take it slow until you're used to
it."

The tide was low, the waves gentle, yet Vanda struggled to

maintain her balance as they came in, pushing her back, then pulling her
forward as the water rolled back out to sea. Adora took back control just in
time to save herself from toppling over face first.

With both Adora and Nick's help, though, Vanda quickly got

the hang of it, and soon was wading chest deep quite comfortably.

While he was still uncomfortable with the fact that an alien

intelligence now occupied the mind and body of his only daughter, Nick could
not help but marvel at Vanda's childlike wonder as she frolicked playfully in
the water, laughing as her borrowed body floated along the surface, bobbing up
and down with the waves.

Finding her feet, Vanda offered him the familiar smile he

had come to know and love as his daughter's, even as she spoke with her own
unique voice. "This is a most enjoyable experience. However, I am
experiencing a drop in body temperature that is causing minor discomfort.
Perhaps I need a respite to warm myself with infrared light produced by the
star your planet orbits."

"Of course," Nick grinned despite himself.

"Maybe while you're warming yourself in the sun, you can work on accessing
Adora's memories to learn how to sound more human when you speak."

Ogling Hobbies

"How about that one?"

Vanda and Adora were currently engaged in an internal

conversation about finding a potential sex partner while they basked in the
sun.

"Too old."

"How is age difference a factor? It wasn't for your

parents."

Adora sighed. "I suppose it's not, but,”

Vanda continued scanning the crowded beach. "How

about that one? He appears to be close to your age."

"Yes, but look closer. He's with someone."

"Yes. But we have observed humans mating with

multiple partners before quite often."

Adora sighed, frustrated. "I'm sure you have. Look,

Vanda, choosing a partner to have sex with isn't as easy as just picking
someone at random."

"But we have observed,”

"I know what you've 'observed,' Vanda! But just because

some people enjoy having casual sex with various partners doesn't mean all of
us do. And it certainly doesn't mean I'm just going to fuck a random
stranger!"

"I am, sorry, Adora. I did not mean to be offensive.

I merely based my suggestions off of the mental and physical responses of your
body upon seeing others of your species you find attractive."

"I understand that. But what you need to learn is that

just because we find someone physically attractive doesn't mean we'd
automatically have sex with them. Yes, there are those who choose their sexual
partners strictly on appearances, and are willing to have sex with total
strangers simply for fun. But I'm not one of those people. I need more of a,
connection, with someone."

"So you need to, fall in love? As your parents

did?"

"No. Not necessarily. Not everyone I've ever had sex

with was because I was 'in love.' But I at least got to know them first, to
develop a friendship and trust. I have to at least like someone before I fuck
them."

"I see. May I ask another question?"

"Of course."

"I see from your memory banks you have been with

five different partners. Three male, two female. Is your sexual preference
predominantly male?"

"I, I don't know. I'm, still figuring that out."

"I see."

A quiet hung between them for a few moments. Then Vanda

spoke again. "Do you object to my continued observations of people
I find, 'fuckable?' Strictly as an, imaginative exercise?"

Adora laughed out loud. "Not at all. Fantasize

away."

"What's so funny?" Chloe asked. Neither she nor

Nick had been privy to the private conversation.

"Nothing," smirked Adora.

"It is what you would call an 'inside joke,'" Vanda

chimed in. Grinning with self-satisfaction at her clever use of human word
play, she continued to scan the beach.

"What about her? She has very predominant bosoms.

Even larger than yours."

"Oh, yeah. She's pretty hot."

"Yes. She is certainly producing excessive amounts

of perspiration due to the, ah, I see. You meant the informal usage. Your
colloquialisms will take some time to get used to."

"I bet. But you're learning pretty fast."

"Thank you. I am certainly, oh, look! Look at that

one! I believe, based on the outline formed by his water soaked garment around
his genitals that he has what you call a 'nice package!'"

"Yep. Definitely."

"Adora?"

"Yeah?"

"Our clitoris is engorged. May we masturbate?"

"Not here, Vanda. Too public."

"When we arrive home?"

"Absolutely."

Adora sighed inwardly. Despite all her talk about the need

to get to know someone first, the fact was, it had been some time since she'd
last gotten laid. And Vanda's persistent, if understandable, desire to
experience sexual coupling with a partner wasn't helping to dull her own ache.

Suddenly, she had an idea of how she might be able to

scratch that itch for both of them.

Aiden

"Are you sure that's such a good idea?"

Adora sat on the recliner across from the couch her parents

occupied, the concern on their faces obvious.

After arriving home and showering, (during which, Adora had

shown Vanda the joys to be had with a handheld showerhead), she'd invited them
to join her in the living room to discuss her plan.

"It'll be fine, Mom. Aiden and I parted on good terms;

we still stay in touch. And I happen to know he's currently single. And back in
town. To be honest, I'd already been considering getting together with him
again before, well, I met my new friend."

Adora and Aiden had dated all through their senior year, but

decided after graduation to end things since they were both going off to
different colleges, neither believing a long distance relationship would work.

Still, they'd remained friends, and there had even been

several Skype calls over the years where they'd shared more than just some
conversation.

When Adora had arrived home for the summer, she'd reached

out to him, discovering he'd be in town for a few weeks before heading overseas
for vacation. While no definite plans had yet been made, they'd promised to
make time to see each other, even if only for coffee or a meal together.

Adora wasn't sure at that point if she'd wanted anything

more; Aiden was a great guy, and had been a kind, caring boyfriend. But her
high school crush had long since faded, and she certainly was no longer
"in love" with him.

Still, he'd been an attentive lover, and they'd had a great

chemistry together. He would make a great candidate to give Vanda her first
true sexual experience.

"Do you really think it's fair to him, though?"

Chloe asked, "What if he still has feelings for you? You might hurt
him."

"I'm sure it won't come to that," Adora smiled.

"We're friends, and we've been nothing but honest with each other. We both
know we have separate lives to go back to after summer break."

"What about Vanda?" Nick asked, "Will you be

honest with him about her? It could be more than a little, awkward, for him,
her being involved."

"I, I haven't decided how to address that yet,"

Adora admitted. "I'm not even entirely sure anything more than a simple
get together will happen."

"Well, if you're inviting him back here, I'm sure he'll

probably be expecting a little more than conversation," Chloe smirked.

She and Nick had never been squeamish when it came to the

idea of their daughter having sex. They'd had "The Talk" with her, as
well as teaching her about responsibility, respect and consent. They'd allowed
her to have boyfriends over, believing it more practical, and safer for her,
than having to sneak off somewhere to have their fun.

"I suppose," Adora nodded. "Look, if you guys

think it'll be too weird, I can always see if we can go back to his place, or,”

"No," Nick interjected. "If you're determined

to go through with this, I'd rather you do it here, in the safety and comfort
of your own home. So we can be here for you, in case anything, goes
wrong."

"Geez, Dad, what do you think might happen?"

"Adora, you're going to try having sex with him while

an alien is living inside your head! anything could happen!"

"Nick," Chloe said firmly, "Adora has handled

all of this very well so far, and she's more than capable of taking back control
if things go, awry. We've always trusted her choices before. Trust her again
now."

Turning to Adora, she continued, "I'm sure your father

and I can find somewhere else to be for the night. Just promise you'll be
careful, and to call if you need us."

"I will, I promise," Adora agreed. "And

please, don't worry. I'm sure everything will be fine."

A Dinner Date

"Is it normal to be this, anxious, before potential

copulation?" Vanda had remained silent yet attentive throughout
their dinner with Aiden, allowing Adora to do all the talking while she'd
simply observed and studied their interactions and behavior.

Now home, Adora had excused herself to "freshen

up" in the bathroom. "Sure. Especially if you really like someone.
Speaking of which, how do you feel about him, Vanda?"

"He is a physically acceptable specimen. He would be

a prime candidate for our genetic upgrade experiments."

"Yes, but that's not what I asked. How do you feel

about him?"

There was a pause before Vanda answered. "It

is, difficult to determine. I have only just come to know him, and have yet to
actually interact with him personally, since you have maintained control
throughout the events of our evening so far.

"But he has been, most pleasant to be around. It is

obvious he cares for and respects you. The attention he gives when you speak,
the way his eyes meet yours with confidence, his, smile. Fascinating how such a
simple facial gesture can communicate so much."

"So you like him?"

"I find his company, yes. Yes, I like him."

"Good. Doesn't hurt that he's also drop dead gorgeous,

huh?"

"Drop dead, ? Ah. Yes. I see. While I'm sure my

judgment is certainly biased by your personal tastes in such matters, I agree.
He is quite the attractive male."

"So. Shall we proceed?"

"Yes. Let us, 'fuck his brains out.'"

"Good. Now, remember, stick to the plan. I'll get

things started, then allow you to come forward to experience things more
personally. Try not to talk; it will confuse him. If you have questions, or
just need to express how you're feeling, do it internally. I'll be with you,
helping. Use my memories for reference. Let Aiden guide you as well, but don't
be afraid to take charge, make clear what you want. Or don't want. If you feel
uncomfortable at any point, tell me. We can stop."

"I understand."

"Good. Then let's do this."

Aiden had been waiting for Adora in her room. His attention

turned from the phone he'd been scrolling through aimlessly when he heard the
door open. "Took you long enough. Thought maybe you fell, in?"

His jaw dropped as she entered. Adora had shed the blouse

and jeans she'd worn to dinner, clad now only in a black laced bra and matching
silk panties.

Adora met his stunned gaze with a smile.

"Surprised?"

Aiden gulped audibly before answering. "Um, yeah! I

mean, I was hoping, but didn't wanna assume,”

Adora straddled him on the bed. "Always the gentleman,

you are. But I just wasn't in the mood to play coy tonight. Hope you don't
mind."

"Not at all! Jesus, Adora. You're as beautiful as

ever." Pulling her to him, his lips found hers.

Adora allowed Vanda to come forward enough to experience the

feeling as their tongues danced playfully. And when Aiden's hands found her
hips, pressing her down against the rising bulge in his jeans, it was Vanda who
moaned, not Adora.

"Oh, my. This is most, exquisite.

Aiden looked startled. "What?"

"Nothing," Adora quickly responded. "Just,

keep doing that."

"Your voice sounded different."

"I, I had strep throat. A few weeks ago. Better now,

but my voice still cracks sometimes."

"Sounded more like an echo."

Desperate to change the subject, Adora unhooked her bra.

Aiden took that as an invitation, his hands quickly moving to her breasts.

Again in control enough to feel his touch, Vanda struggled

to contain her vocal responses, pressing her lips tight so that only a soft
"Umm" escaped.

Her nipples pulsed with an energy that spread through her

chest into her abdomen. The panties she still wore were rapidly becoming damp
from grinding against him, sending an electric sensation buzzing through every
part of her sex as her hips rocked over his trapped manhood.

Mindful not to speak aloud, she pleaded silently with

Adora. "These feelings are beyond all expectations! I crave, more!
How should I proceed?"

Instead of answering, Adora took back control. "Aiden,

do you remember our first time?"

"You're kidding, right?" Aiden laughed. "How

could I forget?"

"I was wondering if we could, well, try something,

different."

Adora lowered herself over him, her bare breasts pressed to

his chest, her face close to his. "I want you to pretend it's our first
time again. That I'm still, a virgin. That I'm inexperienced. And you have to
show me what to do, to take control, to, to treat me with care, like you did
that night."

"I'm not sure I understand," said Aiden.

"What brought this on?"

Adora offered what she'd hoped was an assuring smile.

"Just, think of it as some fun role-play. I'm going to lay back, quiet and
demure, and I want you to make love to me, gently, like it's my first
time."

Bewildered by her strange request, Aiden hesitated. But not

for long. His throbbing cock was desperate to be freed, overriding any doubts
he may have had about her suggestion.

Taking her by the shoulders, he rolled her on her back,

moving atop her trembling body. "Okay, Adora. We'll just take it slow,
then."

His lips met hers, his kiss strong and passionate.

It was Vanda who kissed him back, following his lead,

matching his enthusiasm.

Removing his shirt, Aiden pressed his bare chest to her,

kissing her neck behind the ears, a spot he knew she liked.

Her breaths became rapid as he slowly kissed his way down

her shoulder, moving to her breasts. Her nipples were hard pebbles atop her
puffy areola. "I want to suck them now. Would you like that?"

Vanda wanted to scream in affirmation, but managed to

contain herself to a simple nod.

As his lips found her nipple, though, his tongue running

slow, torturous circles over it, she could no longer control herself.

Aiden was too absorbed in his gentle suckling to notice the

change in her voice, taking her increasing whimpers of delight as encouragement
to continue.

Vanda squirmed beneath him, her mind a blank canvas, for the

first time in her long existence allowing herself to simply feel, not think.

Without even realizing it, she guided his head down, her

gyrating hips signaling her instinctive need.

Vanda marveled as he kissed his way down her belly inch by

tantalizing inch, drawing out the moment, until finally coming to a stop, his
face hovering mere inches away from her hot, needy sex.

"Are you okay, Adora?" he asked sweetly, his eyes

shining up at her from between her legs. "Do you want this?"

"Please! Please continue!"

The change of voice again gave him pause, but he dismissed

it, absorbed now in the strong scent wafting up from her soaked panties.
"Wow, you're dripping already! I don't ever remember you getting this wet
this fast!"

Vanda grabbed his head, pushing his face into her. "Just

do it! Stimulate me with your tongue! I beg of you!"

Aiden almost objected, but with his nose now buried in her

cleft, he again shook off his concerns and ceded to her demand.

Her taste was strong even through the silky cloth, the heat

of her radiating from beneath like a furnace.

Pulling the delicate fabric aside, his tongue found her

slit, hot and slick. Her swollen labia fluttered as he licked at them tenderly.
Her hips rocked against his face, hands pulling at his hair, guiding him to the
engorged little button now poking up from beneath its protective hood, begging
for his attention.

Vanda squealed as his lips engulfed her clit, his tongue

fluttering like a hummingbird, and it was all he could do to hold her hips
steady as she writhed in bliss beneath him.

Vanda was overwhelmed. First, there were the physical

reactions to contend with; the increased heart rate and blood pressure, the
engorgement of her sex organs, the tightening and contractions of her pelvic
floor muscles.

Over top of that were her emotional responses, swirling like

a typhoon of colors in her mind's eye; excitement, anxiety, desire,
anticipation, fear, and abundant joy.

As her orgasm approached, feelings, pure and raw, flowed

like electric currents, surging from the tiny bundle of clustered nerve endings
to spread like a glowing web, up through her abdomen and chest, down to her
tightly curled toes.

Try as she might, Vanda could not contain her involuntary

vocal responses, belting out a long string of unintelligible gibberish as her
rational mind completely shut down in a state of utter euphoria.

Aiden looked up from between her legs with a sticky smile.

"Wow! You came really hard!"

Vanda could not yet respond, her body still shuddering with

small aftershocks.

Aiden moved up beside her, kissing her cheek. "You

ready for more? Or still need a minute?"

"One moment, please. I need time to, process."

Something was off. He could feel it. This was not the Adora

he knew. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something about her had changed.
Her mannerisms, the way she spoke, that odd echo in her voice. It was
disconcerting.

He knew it was Adora, his friend, his former lover, lying

beside him. But when she finally opened her eyes to look at him, it was like
looking at a completely different person.

Still, the lustful yet somehow innocent smile she gave made

his heart skip a beat. "I am ready. Please, continue."

"Adora, I,” Aiden froze, unsure how to express his

confusion. He was suddenly hesitant, trying to work out exactly what it was
that was wrong.

"Aiden?" Suddenly she was his Adora again, her

face, and voice, familiar. "Please. I'm, ready for you. Make love to me. I
need you!"

Pulling him to her, she kissed him passionately. Her hand

found the bulge in his jeans, caressing it. "Let's get you out of
these," she purred, undoing the button.

Tugging them down, she reached into his boxers, freeing his

desperate erection. Her eyes went wide at the sight of it.

Suddenly her facial expression shifted, her voice changing

again. "Interesting. I expected it to be larger."

"Adora, what the hell is going on?" Aiden snapped.

"Oh, fuck," Adora groaned. "Aiden, I'm so

sorry! Look, forget I said that, I didn't mean,”

"Adora, you've been acting really strange all night.

There's something really OFF about you, and it's freaking me out. Maybe I
should just go!" Throwing his clothes back on, he moved towards the door.

"Aiden, please, wait!" Adora cried. "Look,

I'm really, really sorry. I thought I could control this better, but after that
orgasm, I kinda,”

"Control what better?" Aiden was utterly confused.

"Adora, tell me what's going on."

"Okay," she sighed, pulling her blanket up around

her, "I'll explain everything. But you're probably not going to believe
me. Remember those dreams I told you about? The dreams where I woke up naked in
a strange room? Well, they weren't exactly, dreams."

To be continued in part 5, By Djmac1031 for Literotica 

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