Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Downfall - An Erotic Invasion: 12

They lay like that together, naked and entwined in the afterglow of their first lesbian experiance. Lisa worried in silence that she was doomed to become a dyke now that her first time had been with another woman. She felt the desperate need

to pray for forgiveness, but naked and reeking of sex was hardly the right moment to talk to God, and she couldn't bring herself to disrupt this perfect moment. Eventually their perfect little silence was broken when Margaret asked "So what the hell is going on?" Those seven little words shattered the bubble that they'd been sharing and brought her back to the real world.

Lisa sat up on one elbow so she could look her lover in the eyes, and after resisting the need to kiss her friend again in one last attempt to try to ignore the horror story that had become their life, Lisa told her everything she knew. It poured out of her, and once she started talking, she just couldn't make herself stop. For the next half hour they just lay there while she told her about Chad, the aliens and all the details she knew. She told her about how dangerous the pheromones were and how quickly the eggs seemed to mature inside their hosts. She told what had happened to her mom and their friends, and when there were no more words they just cried together with the fear and the loss of it all.

"We need to get out of here," Margaret said finally. "We need to call the Army or the Marines - someone."

"No one's going to believe us," Lisa countered, "We need to get away, but I think after that we should just hide--"

Margaret interrupted, "Just that they need to know there's a problem. A chemical spill or terrorist or something. Anything to get the state troopers or the national guard

next couple minutes they dressed in an awkward silence. Now that their tryst or whatever it was, was officially over, the things left unsaid overshadowed everything else. Once they had all their clothes on and climbed into the front seats things got better though. They both laughed when they

least..." That was why Lisa had always loved Margaret. She could find the bright side of anything. Lisa on the other hand was too focused on trying to use this manual transmission to think of a clever response. Chad had shown her how to do

things looked off though. The houses they passed by should have been nothing but porch lights and dark windows at two in the morning, but that wasn't the case at all. It seemed like half the people in town were still awake even though it was the middle of the night. She drove slowly, keeping just above twenty miles an hour to be

the boonies they would be home free even though she'd know it couldn't

they found out that luck wasn't with them though. Almost as soon as they'd turned right on the quiet interstate so they could start putting distance between themselves and the nightmare that had become their hometown, they ran into a roadblock of orange cones and blinking barriers. "Damnit," Lisa swore as she pulled to a stop and evaluated their options. Doing a U turn would just take them back to town,

could look for a likely candidate as it was the best option they had. That was when a patrol car with its lights off materialized out of the darkness and made

was perpendicular to her car. If she tried anything, they could put her in the ditch without too much trouble, whereas she had no chance of pushing them out of the way. Instead she sighed and lowered her head. That was it, she thought, they

window with their spotlight at that moment, blinding them both, and by the time they recovered, a deputy was at the window. She looked at the silhouette fearfully,