Jarod was feeling excitement, a different type of excitement. He was beginning to suspect
that he had an alien life form of some sort. The problem was, these ‘cells’ did not act
like they were alive. It could, of course, be that they were dead cells, killed by the
harsh environment of space. But, they looked like they should be alive. It was while he
was contemplating this problem, that he noticed it.
There was something on the far edge of one of the slides. Carefully moving the slide
over, he saw some kind of… spore? It had all the qualities you would expect from a spore.
Not only that, there were two distinct types. Two spores. He looked around. The lab
was sealed, the windows closed. The AC was off. These spores had to come from his
samples, as he had used fresh slides, straight from the box.
Knowing that spores normally remain inert until a worthwhile environment presents itself,
he added a drop of water to the spores. He watched in fascination as the two different
spores combined with one another and became something new. It was a single celled
organism, clearly an animal organism. In a matter of 15 minutes, he had a colony of
bacteria, or some such thing, on his slide. Fortunately, the microscope he had chosen had
an integral digital camera. He snapped some photos, downloaded them to his laptop and
then destroyed the slide and sample.
Then, to test his theory, he put samples of both growths on another slide, put it under
the lens and poked them with a scalpel. He saw little poofs and more spores clouded his
vision briefly, before settling on the slide in and amongst the growths.
“My God,” he thought to himself. “Bacterial spores.” He vaguely remembered hearing of
it, but never of any bacteria that needed two separate spores to reconstitute itself.
“This is definitely alien, or at least a totally new lifeform.”
When he pulled the slide out, he noticed that there were spores on the surface of the
light for the microscope. He sat back, a worried look on his face. “That’s pretty far.
I wonder how far they spread their spores?” In his mind’s eye, he saw himself scraping
the growths in his house. “Did I inhale any?” he wondered.
Jarod noticed the clock. 8:30. He had promised to pick up Marie in half an hour. He
cleaned up, wiping down all the surfaces with disinfectant. As he did, he noticed just
how aroused he was. His cock was rock hard, leaking small amounts of fluid. He was glad
that his DVR was set to record his programs.
Marie had a much rougher evening. Her discomfort at experiencing desire for guys other
than Jarod made her more aware of it as it happened (Jarod had blithely ignored those
feelings). Her choice of clothes did not help any. Her bra and blouse were both sheer,
partly to combat the heat of the day, and partly to show herself to Jarod. The result was
that her erect nipples were visible to everyone all day. While her moist pussy wasn’t,
she imagined that the aroma of her sex was.
Truth be told, many did notice, but had attributed it to her recent dalliance with Jarod
(Yes, everyone knew she spent the night at his place, making all the usual
assumptions—small towns). By the end of the shift, she had realized that her horniness
and need increased in an inverse proportion to the distance she was from a man. A couple
of times toward the end of her shift, she had to exert tremendous self control to keep her
hands to herself when passing a man in the store.
By the time she got home, she was a wreck. Her body felt like Jarod had been caressing
it for hours. Her skin was flushed, her pussy wet and her nipples painfully erect. The
small of her back tingled, wanting someone to caress it. She made it as far as her
recliner. Plopping down in a very unlady like way, she lifted her skirt to her waist and
ran her fingers across her pussy lips, just barely touching.
A groan escaped her mouth as tingles of pleasure radiated from her pussy. She did it
again, sending another wave on the heels of the first. It was like little bolts of
electricity zapping out and jerking her body. Her juices were leaking onto the seat of
the chair and coating her hand. Unable to resist, she inserted a couple of fingers into
her cunt and started to fuck herself, moaning and groaning. He shuddered on the recliner
like a woman being shocked over and over again, as waves of pleasure jolted her again and
again. She had lost control, screaming as she fucked herself with one hand, the other
rubbing her clit. Her orgasm hit her, her back arching, muscles tensing almost to the
breaking point, her scream reaching out to the nearby apartments.
As she came down, she caressed her pussy lips gently, reveling in the little pulses of
pleasure that oozed out of her pussy. She let herself relax in the afterglow, smiling a
silly grin. Too bad about the knock at the door.
“Shit!” she whispered to herself. She got up, letting her skirt down and went to the
door. Cracking the door, she asked, “Who is it?”
“Marie, it’s Connie. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“I heard screaming.”
“Really, Connie, I’m okay. It was just… It was a good scream, okay?”
“Oh. Okay. Sorry about that. See you later.”
Now Marie’s skin was flushed again, for totally different reasons. “Oh my God. I came
loud enough for others to hear. I am going to die, I just know it.”
She went to her bathroom and cleaned up a bit, cleaning the chair as much as she could as
well. Marie, remembering that she had not gotten her mail yet, walked back down to the
main floor and got into her mailbox. Sorting through it as she walked back to the stairs,
she ran into someone.
Suddenly, she was weak at the knees. Looking up, she saw Shawn Jacobs, another tenant.
Marie could feel her nipples growing erect in a matter of seconds and her pussy
lubricating again. In her mind, Shawn was the sexiest man she had ever seen. Her mouth
went dry. She leaned back against the wall to not fall.
“Hi Marie.”
“Hi… uh… Shawn. You look really good.”
“Thanks. More bills?”
“What? Oh. Yeah. Bills.”
“Are you okay? You look like you’re running a fever.”
Marie wiped the sweat from her forehead, accentuating the red flush. “I’m okay. Must be
the heat. I should get back to my apartment.”
But she just stood there, watching the play of his body under his clothes. She did not
know it, but her face cried out in lust, begging anyone to screw her. When Shawn looked
up from his mail, he saw Marie, leaning against the wall, weak at the knees, desire on her
face, her bills loosely in her hand by her side, her nipples poking through the sheer
fabric of her shirt. Like any normal guy, his cock stirred, becoming partially erect.
“You going back upstairs?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
She let him pass, following and staring at his butt. When he exited on the fourth floor,
two below hers, he turned around, expectation and hope on his face. “Isn’t your floor two
more up?”
“Oh. Yes. This is 4. Sorry.” She forced herself back into the stairwell and up two
more flights of steps. In the sixth floor hall, she leaned against the wall again. “What
is happening to me?” she thought to herself in a panic. “I practically raped him where he
stood. God, I want to fuck him so bad. Why? I love Jarod. I don’t want to cheat on
him.” She staggered towards her door, but found herself face to face with another man two
doors away from her own.
It was Kevin Sikes, an eighteen year old high senior student living with his recently
divorced mom. She stood there, staring at his pants and the erection straining at his
fly, licking her lips.
“Hi, Ms. Foster. Are you okay?”
The last vestiges of her self control were being shredded before her eyes. Desire, no,
need, welled up inside, overwhelming her. On the edge, able to tip one way or the other
at the slightest push, she just stared at him, her eyes wide. Her mind wanted nothing to
do with what her body craved. She could not seem to make her legs move or her voice
speak. To Kevin, she appeared to be ready to go into some sort of convulsion.
Kevin took her arm. “Here, come in and sit down. I’ll get you some water.”
The touch was all it took. He had her across the threshold when all control fled and she
pushed him against the wall, pulling at the belt to his pants.
“I don’t need water. I need to be fucked. Please, fuck me.” Her voice was pleading and
demanding at the same time.
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