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Authors name: Marcia Hooper (marciaR26@aol.com)
Story title : Jillian Saves the World - 4
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Jillian Saves the World (MF, rom, v, 1st, oral, sci-fi)
by Marcia Hooper (marciaR26@aol.com)
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Part Four: The Attacker
Thursday, April 17, 2003
11:45 A.M.
"For the life of me," Jill said. "I don't understand how
they got up here."
They stood precariously on the ship's prow, holding each
other for balance. It had taken almost an hour to climb.
"Why is it here?" Neil said. "It makes no sense."
Jill looked down the side of the attacker. "Maybe it
does," she said. Stepping off the winged pincer, she
balanced on the edge of the opening, then stepped in.
There was very little room.
"Careful!" Neil called.
Jill made her way through the narrow confines, ducking
beneath the left wing. At one point she was forced to her
hands and knees. "Yuck," she said, disgustedly. "Yuck,
yuck, yuck."
Beyond the wing, she stood up again.
"I thought so."
Neil joined her, his face registering disgust. He rubbed
his palms against the side of his jeans. "Son of a gun,"
he said, looking at the tunnel.
Triangular in shape, the tunnel ran perpendicular to the
niche, ending abruptly in daylight fifty feet to their
left. To the right, it disappeared into darkness.
"This is how they got around," Jill said, sounding
slightly awed.
Neil looked over the edge. "Same shape as in the movie,
only smaller."
Looking at the rear of the attacker, Jill said: "They
doubled as transports. Must have been thousands of them,
just in this ship alone." She pounded the craft's smooth
exterior. "This one seems intact."
Neil looked the attacker over. "They make these things
strong."
"They make them to repair themselves," Jill corrected.
"Let's see if we can get inside."
Moving beneath the attacker--the ship rested unnervingly
on air--they crawled to the very center.
"There," Neil said, pointing into a crevice. "That a
hatch?"
"How would I know?" Jill countered. "I've never been here
before."
Neil said, "In the movie, the hatch was on the top."
"Then what the hell are we doing down here?"
Neil laughed. "They had hatches top and bottom. Right
there, in fact."
Jill stood up. There was headroom in the crevice for
both.
"Asshole," she said.
Neil laughed again, then examined the hatch.
"Wonder how you get in," he wondered.
Jill said, "You wave your boobies at it, like this."
Raising her windbreaker and tee shirt, she did just that.
Neil exploded in laughter. Even in the dim light, Jill
saw him flush.
"It worked at Mardi Gras," she sighed.
Neil looked at her askance. "Please tell me you never
really did that. Not at fourteen."
Jill only laughed.
They returned to examining the hatch.
"I think that's a handle right there," Neil said,
indicating a depression the size of his hand. Like
everything else, the construction looked vaguely erotic.
Jill strained up to see. Her mouth was beside his and the
kiss came unbidden.
At first, it seemed neither knew quite what to do, then
they moved into each other's arms. They kissed with
mounting fervor. Locked in desperate need, neither moved
until Neil's hand sought out her breasts. Jill offered
them, gladly.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss. "I lied," she said,
panting. "I never showed my breasts. Not to anyone. And
no one's ever touched them before, either. I'm a virgin."
Neil laughed, softly. "You didn't have to tell me that,
but thank you."
"Yes," she said. "I did."
They kissed again, dancing with each other's tongues.
"God," Neil said, after a time. "This...this is really
great!"
"Do you want to..." she got out, before embarrassment
stopped her.
"Do I want to what?"
Jill settled for: "Take off my top?"
Without hesitation, Neil lifted the shirt over her head.
Unsure what to do next, he lay it over his shoulder. Then
he took her in his arms.
Jill, happily topless, snuggled against his chest.
"We can't do anything here," Neil whispered.
Jill said, "I know. But I had to do something."
Neil held her with his striking blue eyes. "Thank you for
doing it with me," he said.
Jill took his face and guided him to her breasts.
She whispered, "Yesterday, I was half this size."
Neil released her left nipple. It was wet and pleasantly
erect. "So was I," he said, making Jill giggle.
Jokingly, she slid her hand down the front of his jeans,
then snatched it away. Oh, my God!
Serves the little tart right! her impudent half teased.
"Sorry," Neil said. "I should have warned you."
Jill was very embarrassed. "It's all right," she said,
laughing, softly. "I was just surprised, is all."
"So was I," he said.
"I'll bet."
Sliding out of his arms, Jill reclaimed her shirt. She
slipped it on and tucked the bottom into her jeans. She
was pink with embarrassment.
"We should go on," she said, indicating the hatch.
"I guess we should,"
Reaching up, Neil touched the indented area with his
fingertips. Nothing happened. Pressing harder, he
suddenly let out a frightening howl, and began to shake.
Screaming, Jill grabbed his arm and yanked it away.
Neil erupted in laughter.
"You bastard!" She pummeled his left arm and chest. "How
could you!"
Neil backed away, laughing even harder.
"It's not funny!" she yelled, hitting him again.
Neil, streaming tears from his eyes, said, "Yes it is!"
and rubbed his arm.
Jill mock kicked him on the shin and lost her footing.
She fell directly into his arms. This time they didn't
stop kissing until their pants were around their knees.
"I can't!" she gasped. She released his erection and
pushed Neil away. He was truly huge.
Neil pulled her forward again and attacked her throat. He
held her rear end in both hands. Her jeans and panties
slid down to her ankles.
"Neil--"
"Ummm."
"Neil, please--"
"I know," he panted. "I know."
"We have to stop."
"I know we do."
"But you're not stopping!" she laughed.
Neil removed his mouth from her neck--revealing were two,
newly formed hickeys.
"You didn't," she said.
Neil laughed, triumphantly.
"My mother will kill me!" she exclaimed, not thinking.
She whacked his chest.
"Where?"
Neil touched the locations.
"Up front? Neil!"
They both started laughing. Suddenly the attacker moved.
Jill shrieked and Neil yelled, "What the hell is this?"
as he pulled them both to their knees. Jill hurriedly
pulled up her panties and jeans.
"We have to get out of here!" she cried, zipping herself
up.
"We have to get inside!"
"Neil!"
Reaching up, Neil jammed his hand into the depression,
and the hatch withdrew. "Come on," he said, rising into
the hole. He placed his hands around Jill's waist and
lifted her up.
Jill's eyes nearly bugged out. "Me? Why me? I can't go
first!"
"You're not," he said, sitting her on the sill. "We're
going in together." Grabbing the sill on both sides, he
pulled himself up, then twisted around to sit. He
clumsily stood. The space inside was cramped.
"How the hell do they fit in here?" he complained.
"Especially with those suits."
Jill stood up beside him. Now she feared being trapped.
"I don't like this!" she said, pulling the flashlight
from her pocket and illuminated the ovoid hatch above.
Why does everything looks like a vagina? she wondered. It
made her embarrassed.
Neil placed his hand in the depression. The hatch didn't
move. Meeting Jill's eyes, he said, "I think the bottom
hatch has to be closed."
"I think you're right," she said.
Reaching down, she placed her hand into the depression,
and the hatch slid closed. It sealed, wetly and the top
hatch unsealed.
"I hate this place," Jill said. "I really do."
Neil couldn't help laughing.
"It's not funny," she complained. "Try being a girl,
sometime. See what it's like."
Raising into the hatch, Neil looked cautiously around,
then jumped up. He went to his knees and pulled Jill
through. They both looked around.
They could have been on the set of Independence Day.
"Wow," Neil said.
Stooping beneath the low ceiling, they went forward to
the main console. Three chairs sat before it--if
something resembling a mangled dental instrument could be
considered a chair--each a control yoke and a set of
controls. Centered amongst the dials and switches where
three hooded screens. They slowly pulsed.
It knows I'm here, Jill thought.
In response, the attacker vibrated.
Jill whispered. "It's reading my thoughts?"
Bent low to inspect a cryptic label, Neil looked up.
Jill nodded at the screens. "Watch," she said.
Do something, she thought. Flash at me.
The filmy coverings slid back. The primary colors quickly
strengthened and beneath her feet, the deck vibrated at a
stronger pitch.
Neil whispered. "You did that?"
"The ship did."
Neil looked distrustfully at the screens. "Think
backwards," he said.
Jill creased her forehead. "What?"
"Backwards. Move the ship in reverse."
"Oh," Jill said.
Concentrating, she imagined the attacker gliding out of
the dock and into the triangular tunnel. The attacker
began to move. She closed her eyes and mewled softly, "I
don't like this, Neil. I don't like this at all!"
"Take it easy," he said. "It's okay."
The attacker slowed, then stopped. It hung motionless.
"You're giving it mixed signals," he said.
Jill shivered. "It's in me," she said. "I feel it right
here." She jabbed her forehead.
Neil said, "That's how they communicate, remember?"
Jill pointed at the chairs, at the console. The three
yokes vibrated slowly, together.
Neil shrugged. "Maybe they're backup. Maybe they can't
communicate inside their suits. I don't know." He snapped
his fingers. "Remember in the movie? The captured alien
only took control of the doctor and the president after
they popped his suit. I bet that's it."
Jill sensed he was right. Okay, she thought. Back up,
then. Slowly.
The attacker resumed its movement.
"Come and sit down," Neil said, indicating the middle
seat. He sat down in the left. "The ship probably knows
what to do. Just let it know what direction you want, and
how fast to go." He cautioned: "Don't let it get out of
control, though. We don't want to end up pulped on the
back wall. There's no air bags in this baby," he joked,
bumping the console. "Or seat belts, either. So be
careful."
Careful, Jill thought. She had never been so careful in
her life. She asked, "Why are we doing this, again?"
Neil smiled, sadly.
"I don't think I can, Neil."
The attacker slowed.
"Now listen," he said, placing his hand over hers.
"Mankind is getting the shit kicked out of it out there.
We're the only game in town. If we don't..." he shrugged.
"What chance do you give us? As a species?"
Tears welled in her eyes. "But I'm scared!" she cried.
She gripped her chest and rocked back and forth.
"Of course you are," he said. "I'm scared too. You think
I'm not scared? But think of everyone depending on us.
We don't go, Jill, we're condemning them to death."
"I don't care!" Jill wailed. "Let them die!"
Knowing better than interfere, Neil let Jillian cry. Once
her sobbing lessened, he put his arms around her
shoulders and rocked her gently. Eventually, she sat up.
Wiping her eyes, she tried to apologize.
"Don't," he said. "You've got nothing to apologize for."
She sniffled loudly. "I didn't mean what I said."
"I know you didn't." He hugged her long and hard. "Now
come on. We've got someone to visit."
Smiling valiantly, Jill nodded and sat back in her seat.
She pushed the fear from her mind. She thought of her
friends and how they had suffered. She thought of Neil's
little sister and of her own two sisters. Setting her
jaw, she commanded the attacker to enter the tunnel, and
rotate left.
"Right there," she said, pointing at the tunnel's end.
"And be quick about it."
Obeying her command, the attacker rocketed forward. It
sailed out over the destroyed landscape and then took to
the sky, climbing ever faster. Jill took the yoke in her
hands, and did what Will Smith had done in the movie,
spinning the attacker around its axis. They both
screamed, wildly.
Continued in part 5...
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