It was nearly midnight when I decided I was tired. I took off my headphones and got up from my bed, heading for the restroom to take a shower. I turned on the light in the bathroom, closed the door, and proceeded to get undressed. I flung the shower curtain aside and froze. There, lying in the bathtub, was a nude girl of perhaps sixteen years of age. “Um, e-excuse me,” I stammered, blushing furiously. The girl didn't move. She appeared to be unconscious, but alive. Her ample breasts rose and fell steadily with her breaths. I suppose I'll have to pick her up, I thought, seeing as she was in the way of me taking a shower. I gently lifted the girl and brought her to my room, not wondering for a second how she had come to be in my house, or why she was there. I placed her on my bed, and gazed at her beautiful face. She was pale, with fair black hair that came down to the end of her shoulder blades. Without stopping to think about it, I leaned down and kissed her lips. I hadn't slept in almost three days, and that is the only excuse I have for doing that. I pulled back immediately and fled to the bathroom, numbly taking a shower, and trying not to think.
When I came back to my room, the girl still had not moved. I bit my lip, shrugged, let my towel drop, and climbed into bed with her. I put two pillows between us, covered us with my sheet, and passed out, exhausted.
I came to suddenly. My arms were wrapped around the girl, my hands on her breasts. My eyes widened, and I blushed, confused. How? Then I realized that the girl's hands were holding mine in place. I was still considering what to do when the girl turned towards me. She was smiling, but when she saw me her eyes went wide and frightened, and she gasped. She tried to scramble away, but I caught her and pulled her down onto the bed. She tried to struggle, but I threw myself on top of her. She started to cry. “What's wrong?” I asked, genuinely concerned, and very confused. She went very still, her eyes staring into mine. I still had her arms and legs pinned down with my own. “Look, I just want to know what's going on,” I said hotly. “I found you passed out in my tub late last night, and rather than throwing you out on your ass, I let you sleep here.” I didn't mention that I hadn't even thought of that option, as I had been so tired. Now it was her turn to look confused. “I... I don't know how I got here,” she said quietly, her face burning. “The last thing I remember is lying in bed with -” her face burned brighter and she turned her face away from me, tears streaming down her face. She looked so cute then that I couldn't resist. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lips, eyes looking into hers. I pulled away quickly, before she could. I stood up, facing away from her. “You can stay here as long as you like,” I said. I turned around, smiling, “Don't worry. We'll figure out what's going on.” I put on my clothes, feeling her eyes on me as I did so. I picked up my tape measure and unceremoniously jumped on the girl. I laughed at her frightened expression. “I just need to figure out your measurements,” I said soothingly. The girl clenched her eyes shut and turned her face to the side, cheeks burning, as I measured her breasts. I quickly measured the rest of her. “I'll be back in about an hour,” I said, “so please stay here 'til I get back 'k?” The girl nodded, pulling the sheets up to cover her nakedness, her face still burning.
I ran out the door, hopped in my white Toyota Camry, and drove to JC Penny, which was only two minutes away thankfully. I quickly picked out shirts, panties, bras, socks, shoes, skirts, and shorts. I had gotten all of her measurements. I brought all the clothes to check-out, and the cashier snickered at me. I scowled at him, and he swallowed audibly, dropping his eyes. “Pussy,” I taunted him after I had paid. His face went red with rage and he started shaking. Laughing, I walked out. I threw the bags of clothes into the car, hopped in, and drove back.
I fumbled with my keys at the door, but eventually I got in. I quickly shut the door and proceeded to my room. Empty. I blinked and surveyed the room slowly. Empty. I looked in the restroom. Empty. I slumped against the wall, my face contorting angrily. Then I smelled something. Eggs? I thought wonderingly. I found myself grinning like an idiot as I snuck into the kitchen. The girl was there, but she hadn't noticed my presence yet. I saw her put the eggs she had cooked onto two plates that were already loaded with bacon and toast. She was humming a song I hadn't heard before. She was humming... happily!? My heart beat swiftly as I braced myself against the wall, thunderstruck. At that moment, she turned around. Her body immediately became tense. I stood up straight, noticing that her nipples were erect, and she had her legs clenched together. It couldn't be... The girl's face was flushed. My eyes widened. She's wet! I shivered. I turned away from the spectacle of her nude beauty. “Uh, here,” I said haltingly, holding the bags of clothing out behind me. I felt her take hold of them. She ran past me, towards the restroom. I sat down at the table while she dressed. She peeked her head out of the bathroom door, and saw me staring. She dropped her eyes and came out, hands nervously smoothing her skirt. She walked over to the table. “Thank you,” she whispered, standing there uncomfortably. I waved her words away. “Please sit,” I implored her. “I'm sorry you had to cook; I completely forgot about food,” I apologized, feeling stupid. “I'm not really a morning person,” I said by way of clarification. She sat down, and flashed me a dazzling smile. “It was my pleasure,” she said, sounding sincere. I took a bite. “This is delicious!” I exclaimed. Her eyes lit up, “sounds like I'll be cooking all our meals then,” she laughed. I stared at her. “I'm sorry,” she mumbled, looking down, her face suddenly drained of color. “I'll leave now,” her voice cracked. “Eh?” I asked, startled. “I said you can stay as long as you want.” Then I realized. “Oh, I didn't mean to stare,” I said, suddenly uncomfortable. She relaxed and we finished eating in silence. When we were done, she collected the dishes, rinsed them, and put them in the dishwasher. She turned around, and jumped, as I was standing right there. “Um,” she began. I held out a toothbrush. She took it. “So,” I said, still standing right in front of her, “why is it you aren't at home?” She gave me a strange look, then said, in a subdued voice, “This isn't my planet.”
I laughed. She didn't. “What do you mean?” I demanded, now wondering about her sanity. She sighed. “I don't know how or why I'm here, but my planet has two suns,” she said. “I know I probably sound crazy, especially since we look the same and speak the same language, but I'm not,” she said. “I... believe you,” I said slowly, seeing how serious she was, and sensing that she wasn't crazy. She smiled, a bit sadly, and said, “This is actually the best thing that has ever happened to me. On my own world, I was all alone, and a stranger would never be as kind to me as you have been.” With that, she kissed me passionately. I was floored, but I kissed her back automatically. I wrapped her in my arms, and she hugged me back. We just stood like that for a time. Eventually, I broke our embrace. I took her hand, and led her back to the bathroom. I saw that she had already drawn a bath, so I stripped her down – much to her embarrassment – and lay her in the bath. I then took off my own clothes and joined her. She didn't resist at all as I cleaned her, and when I was done I handed her the washcloth. She looked confused for a moment, but then she began to wash me as I had washed her. She hesitated when she got to my breasts, and I raised an eyebrow at her. She flushed slightly and washed them gently. After we were both clean, I lay back in the tub, pulling her on top of me and holding her there. “You never told me your name,” I whispered in her ear. “Nadie,” she breathed. I smiled. “Well met Nadie,” I cooed, stroking her hair, “I am Lucy.”