Alien Urges & Affection: When Misty Fell for Shell

Chapter 2 Hands on Experience

Misty jumped to her feet and shook her fist at the television screen as she shouted passionately, "Yeah, yeah, give it to 'em! Like that! And that!"

Sheldon, in comparison, was sitting demurely on the couch next to her, feeling rather surprised but nonetheless happy that she seemed to be enjoying the films so much. Thus far they had watch two classic Bruce Lee movies and one Jackie Chan movie as a break from the action. Misty had enjoyed each of them, and her excitement for the films was so contagious that Sheldon found himself relishing them more now with company than he had himself alone.

Misty's enthusiasm had manifested itself usually by her shouting or gesturing at the current scene, and often by calling out orders to the person on screen about how to perform. In fact, in contrast, Sheldon reflected that she made him look like a dispassionate fan of the genre from the way she carried on.

When the film had ended, Sheldon rose from the large and comfortable couch to fetch refreshments in the kitchen. Having a friend over as his guest was extremely rare, and it had never been anyone of the female persuasion. Brad and Tuck had periodically visited him in the garage or 'the workshop' as he called it, but that hardly counted as having company.

Speaking of the garage, Sheldon had made quite sure to lock the door and going avoid anywhere near the proximity of the place, for fear they might stray into the area. He did not want ANYONE to know that he was in fact the Silver Shell or that he had at least built the Shell and piloted him.

Returning to the den with its large blue plush couch, he proffered the drinks to Misty. She took one and the teens sipped at their high sugar carbonated beverages, while they chatted over the latest flick. Not surprisingly, they each thoroughly enjoyed the chance to discuss at length and depth something they mutually liked with another person.

"It was awesome how he took out all three of those guys with his back turned!" said Misty.

"Yeah, that was just cool. Did you know that Bruce Lee actually had to purposely do many of his moves slowly because he was too fast for the camera? Even still they had to slow down the scenes so the audience could follow the action." Sheldon replied.

"No way! Are you kidding? He's so fast already, I thought they were speeding him up with special effects." answered Misty incredulously.

"Nope, Bruce Lee was a real master of martial arts. I really liked it when he broke the board with his face! I wish I could do that, but I'd just hurt my head." joked Sheldon.

"Haha, yeah that was awesome too. You really should take some time to learn the basics of martial arts Sheldon. It'd probably really help you, what with the bullying and all."

"Nah, I'm totally uncoordinated and I'm clumsy. I tried a class or two when I was younger but one teacher made fun of me and the other threw me out after I hit him in the ba... err, hit him below the belt by accident."

"Then those teachers were dips. You have no skill in something if you can't teach it to someone else." replied Misty. She frowned at Sheldon's descriptions of prior teachers.

Sheldon blinked at her words, clearly not getting her full meaning.

"I mean," she continued, "I hate teachers that don't understand how to teach the tough cases. I wasn't an easy student a lot of the time but I turned out great! A good teacher is someone who can teach a problem student, 'cause ya really know your stuff when you can do that."

"Yeah, well, maybe. But it's not like they had much to work with. I mean, I kinda can't blame them, since I seem to have two left feet when it comes to kicks or anything like that. I'm just plain uncoordinated." replied Sheldon with a touch of self-pity in his voice, something he usually avoided entirely when in Jenny's presence.

Not missing the tone in his voice, Misty's natural confidence seemed to rise to the occasion of encouraging him. "You're not uncoordinated Shell. Jen's told me all about how you've done awesome things for her in the shop. You gotta have good steady hands to work with that stuff." piped up Misty immediately.

"Really?" asked Sheldon, looking up and staring straight at Misty as his eyes got that gooey look in them. "Jenny said she thinks I'm coordinated?"

Misty paused, groaning inwardly as Sheldon's expression became sappy at the mention of Jenny. The two girls had discussed at length Sheldon's obsession. If Sheldon got started on Jenny, he would be tough to stop for a while.

Misty needed to quickly change the subject. She looked around hurriedly and her gaze trailed over Sheldon's hands, which were resting idly in his lap. On impulse she reached out and grabbed one of them in her own.

Sheldon was surprised and his cheeks became a bit warm as he watched Misty as she held his larger hand in her smaller one. She squeezed his hand slightly, running her fingers over its surface and kneading the flesh.

"See, Shell." she said as she worked the muscles in his appendage with her digits, "you've got nice muscular hands. Probably from doing all that shop work. I bet you've got a really good grip actually."

She used a free hand and pulled up his nearby shirt sleeve, exposing his upper forearm. She began to similarly knead the flesh of his upper arm all around, testing its tone and makeup.

"And you've got some decent tri-cep muscles here." she continued running her fingers over the underside of his upper arm, gently fondling the skin and muscle. "It's probably from holding things steady. That's what they're good for. But..." She moved her hand to the front of his upper arm and touched it as well. "You have very little bicep muscle here. That's because they are for lifting, not for holding. You probably do less of that."

During Misty's appraisal of his upper body strength, Sheldon's cheeks had slowly but steadily warmed until they felt quite hot. Meanwhile he felt goosebumps breaking out all over his arms. Misty was touching him directly. Sheldon's general awe for her status as a crime fighting hero, as well as a female, made the physical contact seem almost taboo to him. True, he really did not think romantically about Misty. His heart had eyes only for Jenny. But Misty was a feminine creature to be sure. And she. Was. Touching. Him.

Misty, completely unaware of Sheldon's reaction to her hands, did notice the skin on his arms breakout all over into small bumps.

"Hey, cool!" she said, as she stopped examining his arm muscles and turned her attention to this new development.

She momentarily concentrated on his textured flesh, nimbly removing her gloves in a second and then touching him with her own lavender colored skin. While one hand moved along his bumpy arm, Misty's other hand, seemingly of its own volition, without thinking interlocked its fingers with Sheldon's and truly held his hand. This fact was not lost on Sheldon and his skin grew slightly more bumpy.

"Neat!" said Misty as she ran the fingertips of her free hand over his exposed arm skin. "I didn't know you humans could do this. My kind can't do anything like this. Feels kinda ticklish." For emphasis she ran her hand, palm, fingers, and fingertips, up and down and over his exposed arm vigorously for a moment. She continued to touch Sheldon for quite a while more, as he sat there silently under her ministrations.

At last she looked up and saw that Sheldon was slightly red in the face and staring intently at her every move. "Uh, Shell? You okay?" she asked.

"Um, yeah. I'm f-fine." he stammered in reply.

Misty's face quirked in perplexed way, wondering what was the matter. Then she looked down at her own arms and saw that she was holding one of Sheldon's hands and she had her other hand on his arm. Even lacking cultural knowledge of human society courtship rituals, Misty realized this did look a little awkward.

She quickly withdrew her hands and scooted a little way down the couch away from Sheldon, muttering "Sorry," under her breath. After a few seconds Sheldon responded with a quiet, "It's okay," while still looking at her.

There was an uncomfortable silence. Sheldon's gaze flickered from on and off of her for a while, and they both sat quietly. A moment or two later Misty, disliking the sudden change in mood, decided to go back to what she had been talking about earlier.

"Anyway, like I was saying. You've got some muscle on you, and you've got good hands. You should really take some martial art classes."

"Um, yeah, I guess." answered Sheldon, looking away from Misty as he said it.

Noting his obvious hesitation, and knowing Sheldon's general lack of confidence outside of anything technical or geeky, she continued. "Come on Shell. You could seriously get decent at this stuff. You really gotta give it a try."

Sheldon made no reply. Misty paused for a moment to think about what to say next and as she did, an idea came to her. "Hey, why don't I teach you?"

"Huh?" said Sheldon his attention snapping back to Misty.

"Why don't I teach you? I practice on my own everyday anyway and it's boring just doing it all by myself." answered Misty. "I could teach you one on one and we could totally work on building you up."

"I don't know. I don't want to really bother you--" started Sheldon.

"No, it's not a problem. I wouldn't offer if it was. Come on Shell, you know it'd be cool. Plus we'd get to hang out together some more." she added.

Sheldon was quiet for a moment and Misty, in turn, let him think it over. Honestly, there was no way she was going to let him say no to her offer and she was planning to push until he acquiesced, but he certainly did not have to know that.

Beyond the fact that Misty had been bored to tears without much friendly contact in the last week, practice alone just was not as effective as practice with someone to spar with, even a beginner. Plus, with Sheldon being probably the only human around who would talk with her, they certainly could not spend all the time together watching movies in his house.

"Okay." answered Sheldon at last.

"Great!" piped Misty enthusiastically. "This'll be cool. We'll start tomorrow!"

The conversation moved on from that point, but Sheldon wondered idly what had just happened. He felt very strange about the whole thing and was not quite sure why. He had reacted to Misty's touch rather strongly, but she had merely been feeling him up for muscular tone. Feeling him up....

Sheldon shook his head and was merely glad he hadn't broken out in a sweat at the time, as he was sometimes apt to do when embarrassed or under duress. He would have to think about the whole thing later.


******

That night Misty returned home to her little spot in the woods. She had not found a place in town to live, nor had she felt like asking for someone to take her in, thinking that sort of action was rather unsuperhero like. Also she had not felt entirely comfortable asking anyone in the town for such a favor. Brad had lent her some camping gear and a tent, which was what she had been using since her return to earth. He had not known exactly what she wanted them for, and had probably not really cared, just giving them to her out of generosity.

Misty's time as a superhero had been a varied experience to the say the least. These humans generally seemed nice, until you got to the know them. Then they were either really nice or really mean. Case in point was Nora Wakemen, Jenny's mother.

She was a kind middle aged woman, and despite her complete lack of understanding about a teenager's life, as well as having rather stuffy ways, Misty rather liked her. Mrs. Wakemen at least understood that uniqueness was not a crime nor was it something to be afraid of, and Misty had immediately felt welcome at Jenny's home when she had first visited. Nora Wakemen had also demonstrated on occasion to Misty a surprising grasp of a person's character.

Crawling into her sleeping bag inside her tent, Misty's thoughts turned towards the people she had met and become friends with here on earth. A month before, when Misty had returned to school, she had tried to tell Mrs. Wakemen privately that she would not get Jenny into anymore trouble. She had attempted to do this partly because it seemed to be so important to Jenny that her mother have a good impression of her new friend.

However, before she had got ten words out, to Misty's surprise Mrs. Wakemen had cut her off, saying, "Sometimes people let their emotions get out of hand and do things they regret, but that's only part of being mortal." Mrs. Wakemen had ended with a whispered remark to Misty, "And thank you once again for being Jenny's friend. I know you mean well and Jenny really could use a girl friend to chat with."

Mrs. Wakemen certainly seemed to think better of Misty than most humans did at the time and despite Jenny's firm conviction to the contrary, Misty was sure Nora knew more about her daughter than she was given credit for.

Next on the list of people she had met, there was of course Brad. He was a little too fixated on the hero bit for Misty's tastes. She had met several wannabes in her time with the Teen Team and was not particular impressed by it, even the talented ones.

Of course Brad had other qualities too. He enjoyed a minor level of popularity, though that did not matter to Misty in the slightest. He also had a good sense of fun and was much more socially graceful than Jenny. And speaking of social grace, then there was Sheldon. He was, in her opinion even as someone who was acquainted with the boy, a geek of a most rare caliber.

Jenny had related to Misty the details of how Sheldon had come to be infatuated with her. Brad had also told the tale, in his version, from a guy's perspective. Not surprisingly, the stories were similar but not the same. Jenny, in general, could not understand what Sheldon saw in her and was quite irritated that he wanted something romantic when she much preferred a normal friendship, from most people anyway.

Brad on the other hand observed and described fairly accurately why Sheldon liked Jenny. Or at least Misty thought it sounded accurate. Namely, it was that when Jenny had saved Sheldon, she had shown him some level of caring. Brad thought Sheldon was better able to relate to Jenny than a person, which made her more accessible to him, though it might be an conscious or unconscious thing.

Brad had also quietly commented that Sheldon may have had some strange fetish for metal girls, but he did not think it was a big factor, and that was only if the rumor was real, which he rather doubted. Misty noted that Brad had that odd way of always being able to give a perfectly valid answer or summarize a situation just right. It seemed very peculiar to her sometimes.

Misty thought that basically, Sheldon had fallen for the first metal girl to show him a moment's passing attention. From a technological aspect, he found Jenny fascinating, and her status as a superhero seemed like a love potion to the comic reading boy. Beyond Jenny's caring nature and innocence, which some boys found very attractive, her actual personality did not make her especially suitable for Sheldon. Not that it made her opposed to him either.

Privately Misty thought Sheldon's friendship with them and the strength of his obsession with Jenny were mostly circumstantial. Sheldon obviously had not matched many of Jenny's interests or hobbies; he had not become a superhero after all. The same was true for the robot-girl with the boy's interests.

Misty's musings were rather rudely interrupted by a familiar tingling between her legs. Looking down, Misty discovered that her hand had begun to involuntarily reach for her groin without her conscious thought, responding to the subtle sensations. Annoyed by this, she angrily clamped her thighs tightly shut and crossed arms over her chest. "No, not again today. Once is enough already." she told herself and rolled over in her sleeping bag. "What's with all this jilling off anyway?"

The topic now present in her thoughts, idly her mind drifted back to the first time she learned about the act of masturbation, and subsequently to much of her knowledge about sex. It had been at her old martial arts dojo and from the girls she had worked with. She remembered how many times she had seen them whispering amongst themselves about some type of training they were doing, but she had not thought much of it until the elder girls had called a meeting in the dojo late one night to start a special training for all the girls.

Thoughts of "The Training" brought a wicked little grin to Misty's face. Suddenly she wondered if she still had her old practice tool. Reaching over to a bag in the corner, she shuffled through it looking for the old memento. She had taken almost nothing with her from her home world, save only memories and what she had carried on her person.

To her surprise, Misty's hand found the object and drew it out of the traveling bag. It was really nothing special to look at. It was just a long smooth cylindrical piece of very pink rubbery plastic. It was firm but not hard, flexing somewhat and it was tapered to a blunted point at one end. It was an artificial penis, or at least an object in the relative shape of one.

As she settled back into bed, holding the object in one hand above her, she wondered why in the star systems she had brought it with her. Then an instant later she remembered she had wanted to keep up on training with it. Training.... She had done all sort of martial arts training over the years, some types on many different worlds, but no training had ever been like what she had done with the girls back home in the dojo.

Those times the older girls had called them to meetings, she had learned about males and females of her species in a very detailed and intimate way she had never known before. The elder girls had been going to graduate soon and had wanted to impart some lasting feminine wisdom to the younger generation. One of their pieces of knowledge had been how to stimulate the males of her species, many of whom were difficult to arouse, and in particular how to turn them on with her mouth.

Misty eyed the pink plastic in the pale moonlight that filtered in through the fabric walls of her tent. The girls had given this to her for practice, since she had left their world before they had finished teaching her everything. It could be used to practice hand-jobs as well, which she had done, but it was usually more for oral stimulation simulation. She had been quite skilled with it before she had left her home world.

Continuing to look at it, Misty wondered if she still had the skill. Sitting up in bed, she opened her mouth and guided the rubber tip to her lips. Taking a deep breath she began to slowly slide the thing past her clasping lips, over her tongue, and down her throat. As the tip touched the opening of her throat, she gagged slightly. Concentrating, she repressed the natural urge and slid the rubbery phallus further in. She did not gag again. Going slowly as her tongue produced the necessary saliva for lubricant, bit by bit, more of the flexible shaft disappeared into her mouth.

At last the other end of the artificial cock slid past her teeth and Misty grinned, closing her lips over the plastic dick now fully engulfed in her maw. She moved her head slightly, feeling the object flex inside her mouth cavity and throat. She still did not gag.

She waited a moment, breathing carefully. It was a little difficult to get oxygen down her throat when it was filled, but unlike humans, it could be done with training and calm action. She still had the skill. She could have easily drawn out the shaft and started to bob her head up and down on its length for a very long time without trouble, massaging it with her lips and playing with it using her tongue.

Instead, Misty parted her lips once more and reached inside to firmly grasp the end of the plastic cock with her fingers. Then she started to swallow and felt the object jerk in her grip as it tried to pull away to slip down into her. Her throat massaged the flexible shaft within her. It felt very odd to be swallowing and swallowing but have nothing move down. The plastic moved within her as her hot orifice squeezed it on all sides.

After she got into the familiar rhythm of movement, Misty began a low steady humming, causing the shaft to vibrate was well as flex from her throat muscles' movement. She slowly raised the pitch of the humming, until she reached her optimum vibration level, maintaining the sound now continuously. Had this been a real penis, its owner would have been treated to a very expert blowjob. For Misty, the whole experience was pleasant, though slightly odd.

After a minute or three of throat exercise, she pulled on the end of the shaft and drew it out of herself. It slurped passed her lips as she finally popped it out of her mouth. Misty sighed. That brought back memories. She had never found sucking on the thing particularly arousing, but apparently many girls did. She guessed that if she had ever done this to a real boy, she might have felt differently. She looked at the glistening pink tool slick with her own saliva in her hand. She idly hoped she would get the chance to use this skill someday.

"I need sleep." she said at length. She wiped the moisture off the phallus's surface with a clean article of clothing and stowed it back inside her traveling bag. She might have to practice a little more, if she wanted to remain skilled at that talent.

Laying on her back in her sleeping bag once more, she tried to calm her mind to let weariness take her. This was easier said that done because despite the distraction of the fellatio exercise, she continued to feel that subtle but very persistent itch between her thighs, which had not gone away. Maybe that exercise had not been so distracting? She pushed the thought away as her head clouded.

"What's happening to me?" she whispered into the night as she slowly sank into slumber.


******

A small 'pop' sound came from Misty's lip as she pulled the long slender rubber phallus from her lips. For some reason, Misty's barely preteen cheeks flushed as she finished her practice. Feeling slightly embarrassed, she turned her gaze away and looked uneasily at the floor.

She could smell the strange musky thick odor given off by the dull color ground mats in the familiar hall. The room seemed somehow less detailed than she remembered. Her eyes flicked from side to side and she recognized other girls, some younger, some a little older but all younger than 18 years old, each sitting next to her in a circle.

Misty was startled to feel a gentle pat on her shoulder. She jerked slightly as quickly she turned to look at the hand and its own. It was one of the eldest girls. "Very good Misty." said the senior dojo member. "That was just perfect."

Misty smiled at the praise from her elder dojo sister. "Thanks." she said quietly.

The older girl patted her shoulder again, then moved on to the other girls around her, most of which were not having as much luck. Misty was still small and underdeveloped, still young. Neither her hips nor breasts having filled out yet, but it seemed that she was very skilled with oral training. All this sexual training was all so new and secret, so fleeting feelings of misplaced embarrassment still overcame her on occasion.

Trying to blink away her slight blush, she waited patiently for the next part of the meeting. These meetings in the training hall were not exactly "secret" as most girls knew about them, and from the impression Misty had gleaned, so did the dojo masters. Still, the topic of these meetings seemed practically taboo to talk about, so it gave a sense of the forbidden and adventurous. It was a thrill just coming to them, let alone the practice.

"Alright girls," said an elder sister softly, "Let's move on from oral skills now. Any questions before the next training?"

A young girl, a darker shade of purple than Misty was, who sat several people down from the heroine, raised her hand meekly. "Yes." bade the elder sister gently.

The young girl drew her had down, and then took a deep breath. She sat a little stiffly as she began to speak. "Uh, elder sister... will they, um the boys I mean, will they... um, do..." The young girl faltered slightly, fidgeting nervously. She looked away at the floor as her face became an even darker hue.

"It's alright. Go on." coaxed the older girl.

"Um... will they do... stuff like this... to us? I mean, you know... with their mouths?" finished the girl at last, still fidgeting nervously over her words.

At the question, the elder sister glanced to some of the other senior girls near her, sharing a meaningful look between the lot of them. There was a barely heard snicker that passed between them, before the girl turned back and answered, "Not really. Most boys are... prudish about stuff like that. They don't really care about returning the favor, so to speak."

"Yeah, most of them don't give jack about the whole thing." added another elder girl nearby. "That's why you girls gotta be good and skilled at catching a boy and holding his interest."

Most of the young girls around the circle, Misty included, absorbed these pearls of information from the young women more matured than they were. Since there were no further questions, the training moved on to vaginal exercise. Wiping off the saliva covered rubber tool, Misty laid back on the floor of the old dojo and hiked down her loose pants, then her panties. All the nearby girls did the same, each laying down and opening their clothes.

Misty spread her legs slightly and started to rub the tip of the flexible cock up and down along her outer pussy lips, gently stimulating herself. She would occasionally stroke herself with a free hand or touch her clit to really get her juices flowing. Which of course, was the exact point.

After a moment she was moist enough for a smooth entry and she slowly pushed the long pink dick passed her purple lips, pressing it gently but firmly into her warm wet depths. She remembered to take deep breaths as she forced the rubbery shaft deeper. After the first few inches, the fleshy resistance became greater and Misty grunted as her progress stopped.

Taking another deep breath and exhaling as she pressed forward, she pushed again with more pressure inward, slowly moving the dildo deeper into her. She concentrated on relaxing her inner muscles and not tensing up as she willed herself to allow the long pole to penetrate her. It took a few more stops and starts, but she managed to get most of the shaft inside herself. She had been practicing this exercise as well, and she noticed the improvement, but apparently she was not as naturally skilled at the long penetrations as oral stimulation.

The problem with this exercise was that either you found it very arousing and could insert the training implement easily, or you had to work to keep yourself wet during the whole thing, or you were somewhere in between. Misty found that she was the middle ground person. It was not difficult for her to arouse herself slightly but neither did she find the whole experience immensely stimulating.

Having shoved most of the tool inside herself, she laid back completely on the ground, panting just slightly. It was work to concentrate and force so much inside yourself. Her heart rate was elevated slightly. She could feel herself pulsing around the rod embedded within her. It felt strange to have something thrust so far up within the core of her being.

She tried not to move too much. It was not unpleasant to have the shaft move inside her, but it still felt very odd to her and she was not used to it yet.

"Why do these things have to be so long?" she thought to herself as she rested on the floor. She might have felt embarrassed about this exercise, if every other girl in the hall had not been doing the exact same thing.

"Sister Kasumi! Sister Kasumi!" called the young girl next to Misty. "I'm stuck!"

The elder girl, one of Misty's favorites, came over to investigate the young girl's plight. "What's wrong?" she asked in her soft voice.

"It's stuck inside me! I can feel it too. I can't let go!" cried the young girl, sounding more than slightly anxious.

"Calm down." soothed the older girl, kneeling down next to the girl on the floor. "Let me feel." She laid her hand on the young girl's stomach and felt around with her fingers. After a moment, she looked up and said, "That's marvelous, Mimi. You've got it with your 'secret weapon.'" Kasumi winked obviously at the young girl under her.

"I do?" said the young girl.

"Yes," continued Kasumi. "That's really great that you've got it all the way inside. You probably won't have trouble when we teach you how to really use it."

"Use what?" asked the girl rather confused.

"Oh, a special move for boys who're... less than well endowed, you could say. Anyway, that's for another lesson. Here let me help you by...."

Misty's eavesdropping was cut short by a call from another elder girl to come to the next room. After pulling the shaft of her own slowly out from within her, wincing slightly, Misty went. As she headed for the other room, she looked back and saw Kasumi performing some muscle stimulation technique to the girl's abdomen. Misty was fairly certain she knew what had happened, and what the 'special move' was. But still, she would have liked to have known for sure...

As Misty entered into the other room, her steps came a halt when she caught sight of the room's central occupants. In the middle of the room, surrounded by a semi-circle of young martial arts girls such as herself, an elder sister and a male who was probably her boyfriend were 'performing.' More specifically, the elder sister had removed her shirt, leaving herself bare chested, and the male had opened his pants exposing a long thin purple organ. Misty stood transfixed in the doorway as she watched the two. She stared at the hard flesh rod on the boy. She had never seen a male's penis in real life before.

As she continued to watch, the elder girl, who was kneeling between the boy's legs as he sat in a chair, leaned forward and sandwiched his purple cock between her voluptuous lavender breasts, encircling them in soft warm flesh. She opened her mouth and sucked the tip of his member inside. Then she began a slight bobbing motion while massaging the long shaft between her breasts. Misty's eyes never left the scene, completely focused on this uncensored act of sexuality being done before her eyes.

A gentle hand on her shoulder made her jump slightly. It was another elder sister, who gestured her to take a seat. Misty did so, and resumed watching immediately. After a moment, she realized that she felt quite warm. While the display continued, another elder sister began to speak. She lectured about what this technique was called, tit sex or tit fucking as it were, and some of the finer points of the method. Particularly she highlighted the use of the mouth as a stimulus in addition to the soft touch of the breasts. The sexual activity went on all the while as she spoke, never missing a stroke. Misty was watching intently, wondering when the male was going to blow. She had heard it could be quite an explosion.

However, the male it seemed, was not a fast shooter. In fact, he did not look to be terribly interested in the whole thing, only showing mild signs of enjoyment. Misty wondered what it would be like to have a nice set of breasts. She was completely flat, that portion of her anatomy having not yet reached puberty. She had caught whispers and half sentences during this training over time about what roles breasts played in mating rituals, but they had not been 'officially' taught anything yet about that.

From what she could tell, a female was somehow supposed to use her breasts to entice and keep a male, and it was more than just looking pretty. However, she could only guess at what this really meant, because most of these tidbits of information had come from jokes among the elder sisters. As Misty gazed at the soft pillows of flesh enveloping that hard flesh, she had dearly wondered what it would be like to have such a nice pair of breasts. She wondered what it would be like to have a boy blow all his hot fluid all over her tits as she fucked him...


******

Misty opened her eyes and blinked. It was very dark, but pale moonlight filtered through the thin fabric of her tent's walls, so she could still see. For a moment, she laid still, quite confused about everything. This was not the dojo... where was she? The answers came to her as soon as she posed the question. She was on earth. It had been a dream. Well, a jumbled dream of memories.

As she laid in the sleeping bag, she realized that she felt flushed and her pulse was beating a little quickly. The vision of that boy getting tit fucked had been very hot to watch indeed. Feeling slightly awake, though not completely free from drowsiness, her mind floated back to the just finished dream.

They had been memories, events and things in her past. True, they were not verbatim memories, being probably a mix of experiences, times, and occasions, but a series of memories nonetheless. Her oral dildo practice had no doubt stirred to the surface of her mind these recollections of her past. Pleasant thoughts of her bygone years brought a smile to her sleepy face. Even though the dream had only just ended, it was already fading, and Misty felt with it her awareness receding back into sleepiness, with slumber at its heels.

She closed her eyes again. She moved to get more comfortable, and as she did so felt her breasts brush and shift against the inside of the sleeping bag. This made her think of her fairly ample bosom, the one she had hoped for as a young girl. Though she now had it, she had never tit fucked anyone yet...


******

Misty blinked at her surroundings. It was a room she only vaguely recognized. She could swear it was at school somewhere. One of the unused classrooms in the upper stories of the building, being mostly vacant except for some furniture. She looked around the room, the details somehow rather hazy and unclear. Her gaze eventually fixed on a plush couch in one corner. Yeah, the couch. That was the reason she had liked the room. She had discovered the overstuffed seat some time ago and liked to pass a free period, when she could, resting on its well padded bounty.

As she looked at the rather old piece of furniture, she noticed for the first time that there was someone on it. She blinked at the figure. It was Brad. How had she not noticed him? He was sitting right there. Oh well....

Misty strolled over to the couch and sat down next to the red headed boy. She looked at him, and he smiled back at her with that cocky grin of his. She rather liked that smile. She had told Jenny on more than one occasion to not let Brad go, if she could ever get up the nerve to grab him. Secretly Misty thought, like Jenny did, that Brad was rather cute in a non-superficial-fake sort of way. Then there was the added fact that he was a pretty fun guy, which made him ideal boyfriend material. If Jenny had not already had dibs on him, Misty certainly would have considered a more than platonic relationship with him.

Now, as she looked at him next to her, she suddenly noticed that his shirt was gone. Her eyes roamed over the expanse of pink skin and its traces of red chest hair. She had seen Brad once or twice with his torso uncovered and she had secretly ogled him, loving the look of his skin color along with his trim physique.

She reached out a hand and touched his chest. Her fingers trailed themselves down his front. It was strange, but he did not feel all there to the touch. She wished she could feel him more clearly but somehow things seemed a little hazy. Still, the very fact that she was fondling him was exhilarating anyway.

She kept moving her hand across his chest, enjoying the feel of the warm skin. Slowly, her hand eventually came to a stop on his belt buckle. She looked at it, feeling the coolness of metal under her fingertips. She wondered what he looked like without any pants on.

Without really thinking, her hand started to undo his belt, and then unzipped his fly. Brad did not seem bothered by it, his face just grinning at her actions. Misty really did not pay him much mind. She felt more interested in what was inside his pants. The clothes seemed to open themselves in a hurry and Misty found herself staring at a long pink organ between Brad's legs. It appeared exactly like the mating organs of the males of her species. It was long and semi-firm, throbbing a little as she looked at it.

Seeming in a trance, Misty reached out and touched the pink shaft with her fingers. She grasped it gently. It felt odd in her hand, less firm than she would have imagined, but very warm. She reached out her other hand and gingerly held his member with it as well. As she did so, Misty began to wondered what human boys look like when they shot their essence as they reached orgasm. She would like to see that, especially from someone like Brad....

Suddenly, a wicked grin spread across her lavender face. She could do that. She could make him spill it. In fact, she would enjoy doing it. But how? What delicious way should she bring him to orgasm and make him blow his load? The idea came to her almost immediately. She would tit fuck him. She had not had the chance to sandwich some lucky boy back home between her boobs, but now Brad would be so fortunate. Though truthfully, back home her chest had not developed much yet.

There are mostly two types of tit fucking. The kind where the guy does the work thrusting in between her breasts. The other kind is where the girl does the movement herself. This was the move Misty was going to use. It takes more effort to perform, especially depending on the position, but Misty did not care at the moment. Besides, it could be rather pleasant if one fondled their own breasts properly while performing.

Leaning back and moving her hands to her shirt, she pulled it off over her head and found that she was not wearing a bra. All the better. Scooting off the couch, she knelt on the floor, and moved in front of Brad. Putting her hands on his knees, she pushed his legs apart and her body came to rest right between his thighs. She remained kneeling and pushed Brad back into a leaning position on the couch. Smiling at the chance to put all her practice and training to use, Misty leaned forward and put her torso against Brad's groin. She could feel the warmth of the long column of flesh pressed between herself and Brad's bare stomach.

Cupping her breasts in her hands, she maneuvered his penis in between her purple orbs and then smooshed her boobs together, trapping his now rigid member against her body. Leaning back slightly, she pulled little Brad nearly vertical. Now in the starting position, Misty lowered herself by bending at the knee, causing her body to slide down and thus thrust the turgid organ upward, all the while surrounding it with soft warm flesh. Almost instantly though, she raised her body, sliding back up on the pink shaft, only to let herself fall again. Quickly falling into an rhythm, she began pumping Brad's cock up and down between her tits.

After Misty got her body into routine with the motions, she bent her neck forward and lowered her chin until it was almost resting on her chest. Before her very eyes, she could see the tip of Brad's dick shooting up and down between her tits. Misty ran her light purple tongue over her lips once in anticipation, then let her mouth hang open. When the tip was thrust upward next, Misty licked it when it came within reach. Again and again she lapped at the pink head of Brad's hard-on as it rose up and down between her breasts. After what seemed like several minutes of this, Misty herself was beginning to feel strangely warm. This was turning her on.

She glanced up to look at Brad, to see if he was getting close. But it was not Brad anymore.... It was Sheldon, sitting underneath her. She looked down and saw that the pink skin was paler in color, matching Sheldon's natural hue. For some reason, she did not mind the change. She could feel his skin against hers. She vaguely realized that she was starting to feel very warm now, especially between her legs.

Misty turned her eyes back to the hard cock against her bosom. Strangely, its shape and length had not changed from boy to boy. Misty let out a small moan as she continued to tit fuck the pink penis now belonging to Sheldon between her breasts. She tried to concentrate on finishing him off, just so that she could get on to sating her own need for touch. Her pussy seemed almost burning with heat.

She started to move herself faster, but suddenly, she felt Sheldon's hand on her chest. Her movements abruptly halted as she looked up at him. Sheldon was smiling at her slightly, looking a little unsure of himself. Misty gasped as his hand gently squeezed her breast, and the fingers tweaked her erect nipple. Sheldon moved from his seat, his own erection forgotten. Misty slid back, wondering what he would do next. He still had one hand on her breast, and she felt his fingers continue to play with her nipple. Oh, that really felt good.

Sheldon moved closer, and then with his free hand he touched the top of her khaki pants. Misty felt herself blush slightly, but nodded assent, though Sheldon did not seem to be watching. His hand slipped between the fabric of her pants and her skin, sending shivers up her spine. "He's going to touch me," she thought, feeling giddy at the prospect.

Sheldon's fingers pushed the band of her panties back and his hand slowly moved in between her thighs. He seemed to fumble a little, perhaps because his hands were at an odd angle. Misty shifted her legs to give him better access, and his hands slipped further down. She could feel his touch now, his fingertips against her soft burning outer lips. She was already wet from desire.

Wasting no time he plunged two fingers into her soaking twat, which brought a yelp of pleasure from Misty. Sheldon's hand on her breast resumed playing with her nipple while his other hand stroked her honey-well, thrusting his fingers in and out with regularity. It seemed her heat had built up considerably over time, and it took less than a minute for Misty to feel the familiar pressure mount to the point of her overflow. She tried to say something in warning to Sheldon, but suddenly it hit and a load moan of pleasure escaped from her open mouth. "AaAaAaaaahhh!!"

Jerking up in bed, Misty panted for breath as she looked from side to side, thoroughly disoriented. Where was she? This was not the school. Where was Sheldon? More importantly, where were his fingers?

Misty blinked her eyes into the darkness around her. It did not help that she still felt half asleep. Her vision eventually became accustomed to the darkness, and slowly, in the filtered pale moonlight from above, she saw the close surroundings of her tent. She was in her bed, out in the woods, alone.

"But it seemed so real." she moaned to the darkness. It had. She could not remember a dream so good.

Now a little more awake, Misty shifted slightly where she lay and suddenly noticed where her hands were. One hand clutched her right breast, while the other... was buried between her legs. Misty twitched a finger and felt a rush of nerve endings fire neurons into her sleep fogged brain, triggering more pleasant sensations from her nethers.

"I... masturbated?" Misty asked herself in disbelief, "...in my sleep?"

Well that had never happened before. Misty slowly extracted her slick fingers and arm from within the bedding.

"No doubt about it," thought Misty as she looked at her glistening digits.

Sighing, Misty forced herself to crawl out of bed, clean up as best she could, and put on clean underwear. It would not do to sleep in sticky panties the whole night. Achieving all this as quickly as possible, she wormed back into her sleeping bag. Sleep was already licking at the edges of her consciousness as her head laid back down on the pillow. Just before she dropped off to sleep again, she made a mental note not to avoid masturbating too much when her body demanded it, or she might end up like this again.


******

The next day after school was finished, Misty took Sheldon and together they flew out to the forests just outside the town of Tremorton, alighting at Misty's makeshift home in the forest. Sheldon was privately quite surprised and almost saddened by the fact Misty had been sleeping out in the woods. Not that he worried for her, far from it, but it was the principle of the thing. Misty, however, only seemed slightly embarrassed by the sparseness of her home in comparison to the modest suburban house Sheldon inhabited.

When Sheldon learned she had been living in this same place for over two months, his sense of generosity and kindness jumped ahead of his forethought. Immediately the first words out of Sheldon's mouth were, "Gee Misty, if it ever rains or snows or you get lonely or you have to come inside for some reason, you can come live at my house, okay?"

At these words, Misty jerked in surprise, and then turned, giving him an odd look. Her eyes were wide, but her eyebrows were lowered in focus attention. Her lips did not smile. They were drawn into a line on her face. The expression was something between irritation and surprise. After a few good seconds of this look, her eyebrows raised and the line of her lips curved, softening. She suddenly looked less serious and... actually a little grateful.

Sheldon quickly backpedaled, thinking he had said something wrong. "Not that you'd ever need to or anything. I mean, this place is really peaceful and quiet. It's just, well, the rain can get really wet and I don't really like the cold myself...." he trailed off, hoping he had not said anything to offend her.

Misty was quiet for a long moment, but then she at last said with a laugh, "Haha, thanks. I just might." It sounded to Sheldon as if there were the slightest hint of embarrassment in her tone.

Misty continued, "Yeah, I guess there's not much out here, is it? It's okay though."

From there they had quickly moved into starting the training. Misty was very casual about it, and Sheldon was nonetheless nervous about it. She demonstrated a few basic exercises and then had him try to copy them, only to find he was quickly winded after the first five or so attempts. Realizing that Sheldon, despite being generally thin and without flab, was simply out of shape physically, Misty decided they would spend half the time building up Sheldon's strength and the other half training him in some basic moves.

The strength training had come first, with Misty leading them on a series of sprints through the forest together to improve Sheldon's twitch muscle strength. They kept up a panting conversation along the way, which was pleasant enough. Misty, being much more fit, could naturally go for a very long time over great distances, and therefore simply struck out in any direction. She figured that Sheldon would ask for a rest or mention his eventual fatigue, and they would start back.

However, after a considerable amount of work with no real break, Sheldon simply halted by flopping down on the nearby grass to lay flat on his back. "No more, pant no more. pant Please..." he gasped, puffing heavily for breath. He lay there too weak to move.

Misty let out a laugh at his words and walked over to where Sheldon lay. "Heh heh, okay. That's enough for today, I guess." she said with a wide grin as she looked down at the still panting boy on the ground. "You actually did really well." What she didn't add was that Sheldon had done well for someone who's cardiovascular strength was slim to none.

Sheldon just lay there as he slowly calmed down from their exercise and began to get his breath back. He turned his head to look as he panted, "Do we... pant have to... pant do this?"

"Maybe not that far every time. You should've told me you were getting tired." said Misty squatting down beside him where he lay on the grass.

"Didn't... want to... seem... weak..." he panted back.

"Well, you went farther than I expected."

She had actually thought he would only make it half the distance. Sheldon had needed encouragement from time to time during the jog, but he had kept going. "Maybe he was trying to be macho?" thought Misty to herself. In anyone but Sheldon, she would have disliked the idea. But the fact that he had tried hard for some reason made up for it.

"My chest is burning..." he gasped again, his tone half serious and half joking.

"Oh? I can help with that." piped up Misty promptly. "Let me show you something I learned at my old dojo."

She slipped her hands underneath Sheldon as he lay on the ground. He felt himself being pushed into a sitting position and let out a cough from the movement. Misty propped him up with one hand, and with her other she grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up. She tugged the piece of clothing over Sheldon's head and the boy automatically raised his arms to allow her to remove it from his body, the movement eliciting more coughs.

"Lay back now." Misty ordered, as she eased him back to the ground while putting his garment under him for a blanket.

As Sheldon felt his heartbeat to raise itself back up a notch, he told himself that he did not have to be nervous because Misty had taken off his shirt.

"She's only a girl." he thought.

A voice in the back of his mind noted, "A pretty alien girl with purple hair and lavender skin."

It was odd that he really did think of her as pretty, but his mind also knew that this was not the time for such thoughts. Besides Misty being a girl, he felt almost embarrassed to display his less than Herculean chest to any girl. Misty did not seem to notice Sheldon's slight redness of the face, or if she did she probably reasoned it was from the workout.

Sheldon would have liked to protest at being bereft of his shirt, but his chest really did burn quite a bit, the bronchial tubes in his lungs flaring into searing heat and pain whenever he inhaled. Furthermore he certainly did not have much strength to say 'no' as he lay there panting on the soft green grass in the shade of the secluded forest path. What Misty did next, however, caused him immense surprise and considerably more embarrassment. With Sheldon now flat on his back again, Misty rose to her feet and moved to stand over Sheldon's middle as she faced him. She placed a foot on each side of his body as she straddled his bare stomach. She then squatted down, dropped to her knees, and promptly sat her behind right down on his lap.

Sheldon would have broken out in a sweat, if he had not been sweating profusely already. The red hue of his face deepened by several degrees. Misty did notice this time. "Am I too heavy for you?" she asked, bending forward and looking at him straight in the face. Their faces were a foot from each other.

Sheldon realized he had to answer. He could still salvage this, it was not that awkward yet. She was an alien and she did not know what she was doing. Or at least, what it looked like she was doing. "N-n-no, not at all." he stammered hastily.

She smiled, "Good." She had thought she would be light enough for him. "Jen told me that you humans sit on each other's laps like this."

"Jenny sits on peoples' laps?!" Sheldon blurted out in shocked surprise. His lungs immediately regretted the outburst as he coughed several more times.

"Sure, she told me she did it all the time with her mom when she was little. That's about all she remembers from when she was young." replied Misty flatly. She silently hoped Sheldon would not start talking or at least thinking incessantly about Jenny now. The last 24 hours or so of normal discussion with him had been pleasant, though perhaps a little centric to kungfu topics.

"Oh..." said Sheldon, deflating. The idea of Jenny sitting on people's laps, namely guys, had almost given him an erection before Misty had corrected his impression of her words. Misty smiled at this. He was not going to chat about Jenny after all it seemed.

Misty shifted her bum around a bit on Sheldon's lap until she got comfortable, not knowing that this raised Sheldon's blood pressure in that area by a few notches. Sheldon felt himself getting an involuntary erection and he desperately willed it to stop. He mostly wanted to avoid awkwardness at getting hard over Misty practically grinding her shapely behind into his crotch, though he didn't feel unjustified or embarrassed at reacting thus. Similarly, he feared that Misty might be offended, or worse, disgusted at the reaction. Girls could be so unpredictable.

Blissfully unaware of Sheldon's inner struggle with his second head, Misty plucked at the fingers of the glove on her left hand, tugging them loose, and then removed the glove itself. She did the same for her right glove. Sheldon could feel her every movement down her back and through her bum as it rested on his now quite sensitive middle. Misty dropped the gloves next to her on the grass. She stretched her arms forward to press the skin of her bare palms into Sheldon's chest.

This was too much for Sheldon as his eyes went wide at her actions. His pole, which he had been valiantly struggling to keep below half mast with tactics of baseball and mathematics, raised the flag to full glory. Sheldon immediately regretted his choice of wearing tighty-whitey underwear instead of loose and free fitting boxer shorts, as he found them now quite constrained and uncomfortable.

"Now just relax and let me do all the work." said Misty as she started to run her palms over the skin of his youthful chest and occasionally knead the muscle. Her touch proved to be surprisingly gentle.

This action only increased the sense of the situation for Sheldon. Here he was, all alone out in the middle of nowhere, laying flat on his back bare chested with a lovely young girl sitting on his groin running her hands over him. Sheldon raised his head from the ground and spared a glance at his crotch to see if anything was noticeable. This action proved to be a mistake. Misty had bent forward as she continued to massage his chest, and he had an excellent view down the front of her shirt at Misty's bosom. Her shapely orbs of femininity were bouncing and jiggling ever-so slightly with every movement of her arms. There was not quite enough flesh or enough movement to really jiggle them, but the effect was more than an eye full for Sheldon. He stared for a moment until he caught himself and looked away, though this proved to be difficult as Misty filled most of his field vision. Every little movement she made sent ripples of sensations into flesh underneath where she sat. Sheldon could not remember the last time he had been this outright hard.

"Feels good doesn't it?" asked Misty as she continued to work at his chest.

"Yeah..." replied Sheldon, only realizing what he had said after he spoke. "Err, what? What feels good?" he asked quickly, turning to look at Misty whose face was even closer to his now, barely inches away.

"This technique." she answered, not stopping her motions. "The burning should be going away."

Sheldon blinked. The burning? Oh right, the burning. He concentrated on his chest for a moment, and not on Misty's hands, which was hard to do. It was then that he noticed her hands actually left a cool sensation whatever she touched and the burning was indeed lessoned considerably.

"Yeah, it's going away." he said after a moment.

"It's healing actually." corrected Misty, stilling working. "It's a trick to help the body to heal strain and exhaustion quickly. It takes a few years to learn and it really only works with my own kind and similar species. I guess we're not that different."

While Sheldon still found the close proximity of their mutual genitalia highly arousing, the fact that Misty really was just giving him some legitimate pain relief decreased the seeming eroticism of the situation. Sheldon's erection did not seem to think it was just cause to subside, but at least one of Sheldon's heads was now thinking clearly again about what was happening.

After nearly ten minutes of a very thorough and complete upper body massage, Misty sat back and sighed. "Well, that should do it. This will really speed up your training. It accelerates the body's natural muscular development by stimulating the healing and growth process."

Sheldon blinked, his chest felt perfectly normal now.

Misty grinned down at him with a wicked smile as she added, "That means I'll expect you to do better tomorrow, since by then you should have healed and gotten stronger."

Sheldon groaned and Misty started to laugh but only a second later she stopped mid way.

"Hey, what gives?" she exclaimed as she raised herself off Sheldon to look at where she had been sitting. There was a tent pitched in Sheldon's short right where her behind had been resting.

Sheldon gave a strangled "Eep!" before throwing his hands over his groin in an attempt to cover himself.

"Nothing. Nothing." he answered as Misty awkwardly stepped off of him.

There was a moment of silence as Misty stared down at Sheldon for a time not comprehending what was happening. At first she thought she had hurt him inadvertently, or that perhaps Sheldon was also injured somewhere else. The boy rolled to one side and quickly scrambled to his feet, then turned his back to her and he began to put his shirt back on.

"Sheldon, are you alright? Does it hurt there?" Misty asked concerned, and stepped closer to place a hand on his shoulder. "Do you need me to massage you there too?"

"What?!" Sheldon jumped at her touch, tripped in the process, and only just barely kept himself on his feet.

Sheldon thought, "I was painfully hard there for a while Misty." However he answered, "No I'm alright, really."

Misty shrugged and stood back still looking at him. She watched him as he brushed himself off, not really looking at his middle which Sheldon tried to keep pointed away from her, and wondered what he was trying to hide. After a moment, her eyes once again got a view of the tent in his pants.

Very suddenly she the color of her cheeks deepened in their shade of her lavender and she blushed as realization dawned on her. She turned away from Sheldon then and looked at nothing in particular as she said, "Um, maybe we'll call it an early day."

"Yeah." piped up Sheldon quickly, looking for anything to change the subject. "I'm getting hungry. You wanna go get something to eat?"


******

Later that night, back at her little spot in the woods, sitting in her tent and looking out at the night through her tent flap door, Misty was thinking over what had happened that afternoon. Sheldon had come to see where she lived, which was more than even Jenny had done, though only because there had never been any need to bring her to see it.

First, Misty found herself wondering if Sheldon had really meant what he had said to her, about coming to stay at his house if she wanted. Sure, it had not been a formal proposal, but it sounded like a casual one. He had even added that she could come over if she was lonely. "But he's just human, he didn't really mean it THAT way." she reminded herself.

Sheldon had surely not known that for a male of her species, inviting an unrelated female to stay at their home over night or more, even in the casual way he had put it, was considered a declaration of intended courtship. Likewise the female's acceptance of his offer was considered an entering into physical or romantic relations between them. True most girls and boys on her home world did not stick strictly to the old traditions, but it was romantic when they did. Misty was certain that Sheldon had not known that with those words he had essentially told her that he wanted to pursue a serious relationship with her. Her response would have been enough to state that she was receptive to the idea.

Second on her mind was what had happened when she had healed Sheldon. It was only after the event, that she realized how quickly she had whipped off his shirt and began literally pawing her hands over him. She desperately hoped it had not bothered him. She really had meant no harm and did not want any potential friendship they had developing to be hurt by such a lack of forethought on the part of her actions.

Just why had she felt so comfortable with immediately touching Sheldon? Was it because she was doing her proper part as a teacher in training? No, that was not good enough. She could have let him heal naturally, and she had never done that sort of healing on anyone else since she first learned it. Not on civilians, casual acquaintances, nor even the Teen Team members, though it would not have worked on either one because their species were too dissimilar.

No, she had felt no compunction in using it immediately on Sheldon, and Misty wondered just why that made it seem so casual to her. Sheldon was a boy, and Misty knew him, but what made her feel so at ease with him? The answer came to Misty almost as soon as she posed the question.

It was because of who he was. Sheldon was directly and almost painfully honest to a fault. He did not have any hidden motives or designs and he was polite and kind. What mattered a lot to her was how transparent he was about himself. What you saw was what he was.

That was probably why Misty had never even thought to use a technique like that on Brad. She did not know how he would react. Brad was a true friend and an honest person when the time came, but he also liked to act the cool guy and play it suave. This Brad did with marginal success, but nothing like someone such as Don Prima. Now there was someone Misty had no interest in. While she had felt similar to Jenny about the cuteness of several of the boys in school, but when it came to their personalities, Misty was not as accepting as her friend was with personality faults over popularity and looks. Don Prima's shallow attitude and completely fake appearance did nothing to impress Misty. Unlike Jenny, she had been to many worlds and been hit on by many some such guys, none of whom were really good people.

"Eww, how'd I get from Shell to Don?" said Misty, suddenly realizing what she was thinking.

Shaking her head, she returned her thoughts to Sheldon. One thing was for sure, Misty felt different with him than she did with others. He was straightforward and he did not hide anything. He practically wore his heart on his sleeve, when he was not trying to get Jenny to take it.

"That must be it," she thought, "I must just feel comfortable around him."

However Sheldon obviously did not feel the same around her. Misty practically cursed herself for not realizing sooner what the large thing in Sheldon's pants had been. When she had realized, Misty had blushed on the outside and even deeper on the inside. To think that she had been out of touch with males for so long she had almost forgot about how their reproductive organs functioned. Well, males of similar species. She could only guess at some of the aliens she had met. Honestly though, she had not thought that humans were THAT similar to own species.

Traveling from world to world, human beings were the first race that she had met which closely resembled her own and very close at that. Orion from the Teen Team externally had vaguely resembled some humans but his internal make up was completely different. Misty's people and human kind were in fact so close, she had yet to find anything that she could not eat here on earth. If she colored her skin pale pink, which she thought an odd and almost exotic color for a species, she would look remarkably like one of these humans.

Misty's cheeks blushed a deep purple as she thought about the fact that Sheldon had obviously got an erection from her. From HER. How long had he had it? Had he thought she was pretty. Did he think she was... sexy?

"Oh! And I was even massaging his chest," groaned Misty as her cheeks' color again deepened. Her face grew hot as she thought about how close her crotch had been to his. Mere pieces of cloth separating them. Practically touching!

Actually, thought Misty, Sheldon's chest had felt pretty... nice. It was not at all flabby, but had felt soft yet firm. True, it was not hard and practically chiseled from marble like some muscular hunks she had met, but Sheldon just had that feeling of realness that Misty liked about him. He was exactly as you saw him and no less.

His skin in particular had felt fascinating to her. Even though she had been concentrating on performing the healing technique, she had still noticed the slight but apparent difference in the texture of his skin compared to her own. Her skin was much much more smooth, with no noticeable texture, while in comparison Sheldon's skin had been varied. Some areas he had almost invisible soft hair covering the skin which Misty had thought felt slightly ticklish to touch. In other areas his skin has been... well 'cracked' was not the word, but it had minuscule lines in a fractured pattern. Then there had been those strange bumps that had spread all over his arm last night when Misty had rubbed her hands over him.

When Misty had first come to earth, she had thought humans usually had smooth or very soft skin, since she had only come into direct physical contact with some human girls, women and Jenny herself. A month after returning to earth to live there, the first time she had touched Brad's hand she had thought he was wearing a glove and looked down only to see it was truly his hand. She had wanted to take a closer look to see why the flesh on his digits felt more tough and hard then the soft skin of human females, but she had been worried that the question would seem typically alien to ask him directly at the time. While Misty was a very confident girl, she did not like looking like an alien tourist. Questioning Jenny later about the subject had proved informative but unsatisfactory as Jenny's metal skin was almost completely malleable, being able to be tempered steel hard or human soft, and thus she could only provide encyclopedic facts, not real experiences.

Of course, she had got a little more satisfactory information when she had held Sheldon's hand the night before. She had felt the flesh to determine the muscular build up, which it seemed to be the entire hand as she had found no fat on it. During that touch examination she had secretly noted the feel of the skin. She remembered Brad's skin being tough, but Sheldon's was much tougher. The skin on his palm had been somewhat resistant to pressure while the skin on his fingertips was almost rough and felt quite hard. Thinking of it right now, the strong feeling in his hand, Misty rather wished he were there at that moment so she could touch him again. She let out a sigh into the dusk after sunset and smiled at the thought of having company.

Suddenly, Misty realized that the cloth at her groin felt wet. She looked down and was shocked to see a very obvious wetness seeping through the crotch in her pants, as she simultaneously realized her pussy was dripping wet. Misty lifted her right hand to touch her breast through her shirt. Her nipples were hard. She was aroused.

Misty could not believe it. She had become wet over just thinking about a boy! Just thinking. She had not even been touching her self! Had she been touching herself? Not that she could remember, but the way her hand seemed to be snaking into her panties recently, it was possible she had not noticed it. Regardless, Misty felt very hot and she knew what her body wanted.

She lifted the tent flap, pushing it up into place and zipped the door shut. Kicking off her boots and untying her belt, Misty let her pants drop off over her thin legs, then examined her underwear. Her panties were sodden with moister. She almost grinned at this sign of a healthy female body but was also not sure she entirely liked the fact. Pulling her white underwear down to her ankles, she stepped out of them and sat down on the soft blanket covering her bed. She pulled off her gloves, moved her slender lavender fingers in between her thigh and gently parted her tender purple-pink lips. Her insides were pink, unlike the rest of her body for some reason. She pushed her index finger tentatively inward. It slide right in, slick with her flowing juices, entering with only minimal pressure.

A tingle rushed through Misty emanating from her pussy. She felt various places in her body on the verge of tensing up. She let out a low "Ooh" at her own touch. She was hot and sensitive tonight. Normally there first came a little warm up time before her honey-well produced enough lubricant for such a smooth entry. She must have been getting moist for quite a while. How long had she been thinking about Sheldon and boys?

Misty grunted as she began slowly plunging her index finger in and out of her slitted opening. Her free hand moved up to cup her breast through the fabric of her black shirt. She began fingering her nipple between her index finger and thumb, but soon found her shirt getting too warm as her body temperature rose. That would not do. Reluctantly, she moved her hand away from her purple gates to pull off her shirt. Now completely naked, she laid back on her sleeping bag and sighed, her hands returning to their former positions. She ran her fingertips along the outside ridges of her lips, the light touch sending a shiver up her spine. After a moment of teasing, she once again pushed back inside. This time two fingers entered her snatch, and she splayed them outward to press against her quivering vaginal walls for a few seconds before resuming her merry pumping. Meanwhile her thumb and index finger found her little love bud and began to give the sensitive nerve bundle some much needed attention. Only slight touches on her pearl sent jolts of sensations racing through her body. Her clitoris had been becoming progressively more sensitive recently. The thought might have worried Misty, if she had not been so thoroughly engrossed every time she would have noticed or if she had not been enjoying the effect either way.

Quickly finding a familiar rhythm, Misty relaxed and felt the sensations building. She felt remarkably clear headed this time in comparison to the morning and nights passed. Her mind must have been left with thought to spare because almost immediately the face of Sheldon came unbidden to her mind. Misty paused mid stroke. She had to think of someone good or it could really ruin the moment and leave her frustrated or lead to a forced unsatisfying orgasm. She quickly tried to call to mind someone else to visualize, knowing a sexual fantasy would immediately follow.

Unfortunately, Misty's list of boys that she would like to touch, in her mind or reality, was very small despite having traveled so much. She remembered no one special from her home world and the generic faceless male figures with vague details imagined of her own species did not give her any passion with her feeling. Brad quickly popped into her mind, whom Misty considered. She knew Jenny had feelings for him, whether or not either of them could admit it to each other. She did not want to cheat on her friend, even in such an abstract fashion, and neither did she want to create awkwardness towards Brad, not that she would ever tell him. Dismissing him, Sheldon again came to mind, this time with his shirt off. He really was not the stud her mind was searching for but he did look like his cute self.

"Cute?" blurted out Misty in surprise, her fingers pausing mid stroke. She shook her head, not wanting to loose focus on the 'task at hand'.

"When did I start feeling that way?" she asked her in her mind. "Better stop there. Shell's a friend..."

"A friend with strong hands," a voice seemed to call in the back of Misty's mind. Misty found herself wondering how those strong hands would feel rubbing her chest. Idly, almost experimentally, with the hand cupping her breast she rolled one of nipples between two fingers. She slowly rubbed her palm along the underside of her orb, feeling the friction of skin on skin contact. Her breasts felt very full and almost firm, but the sensations were still wonderful. How would Sheldon's rougher hands feel on her soft flesh? Would he be gentle? Of course he would be, if she asked him to. But what if she told him to be rough with her?

Her fingers played with her erect nipple more, rubbing her fingers over it, and then pinching it between two of them.

"Ooh," she cooed at the feeling.

Her other nipple was very hard and ached for attention. She reached across and treated it to a similar handling. Her arousal had not died, just cooled slightly. Misty felt the heat in her loins still burning, asking for stoking. She wanted to finish this and enjoy the coming orgasm. Her fingers twitched. "Oh what the hell?" thought Misty. Her fingers began to work again, but more slowly this time. Within a few moment it was quickly kindled to hot again.

She pictured herself sitting naked in Sheldon's lap again. Only this time she was facing away from him and was leaning back against his young chest. She imagined her hands working at her vulva like they did now, while Sheldon reached from behind her and cupped her pert purple breasts. The toughened tips of his index finger and thumb gently squeezing her hard teats, while his other fingers rubbed and caressed her sensitive areolas and greater bosom. He held her breasts and massaged them in his grasp, never letting go. Misty felt her pulse quickening and she felt too the first ripples of those familiar waves of pleasure.

Knowing she was getting close, she tried to picture Sheldon without his pants next, but found she did not know what to give him for genitals. Caught up in the moment she quickly gave him a pair of generic human legs. Then, for lack of imagination, she gave him a long thin flesh pole like the males of her species had, only pink. True, in her fantasy Sheldon was rather well endowed for a male of her species, but she did not care and the color pink was scintillating. The thought of Sheldon with his long hard member was enough for those lovely waves of pleasure to build to the brink. Misty wanted to touch it. To be touched by it. She growled out loud at the mental image in desire. She wanted something like that inside her and she wanted it now!

Her fingers worked in a fury, thrusting all the way to her third knuckle as her juices flowed copiously, dribbling off of her hand. Before the fantasy could go any further, Misty felt the first of the wonderful waves of pleasure wash over her and she arched her back as her whole body tensed, her fingering flying in and out of her cunt lips. Misty started to moan loudly that quickly rouse to an orgasmic gasps that shook her body.

She collapsed to the soft blanket above her sleeping back. Her now tired fingers still working within her, but rapidly slowing. "Ooh, that was good." she croaked out happily with a silly grin on her face. It had been intense. Very intense in fact, far more than she could remember from any time she had jilled off before.

She lay basking in the warm afterglow of such a good orgasm as the stars came out. After a few moments rest, she got up, quickly wiped up, then unzipped the sleeping back and crawled inside. She wrapped the heavy plush material around herself and imagined she was being tightly embraced by someone special. She drifted off to a very happy sleep.