Cathy and I were not quite halfway to our destination, and it was getting dark. We were in Texas, heading for Houston, where Cathy's sister went to college. The landscape around us was typical of the more remote parts of Texas. In other words, there was absolutely nothing to be seen for miles around. We cruised along at about a hundred, knowing there were no Rangers way out here, and even if there were, we weren't bothering anyone.

I dozed off a bit. Suddenly I was startled by Cathy nudging me, asking if I had seen anything. I rubbed my eyes and replied I'd been asleep, and asked what she had seen.

She told me she had seen a bright flash ahead of us. She slowed down to about seventy as I rubbed my eyes again and started peering ahead, wondering what the next few miles would bring. A car crash? A plane crash? I shuddered, wishing I could just go back to sleep, but that was impossible.

Cathy had just seemed to relax, and was getting her speed back up, when she swore and slowed down again. There, in the glow of the headlights, I could barely make out a shape next to the road ahead of us.

A woman stood there, waving frantically. My stomach knotted up, and my mouth went dry. What HAD Cathy seen back there? What was this woman doing in the middle of nowhere in the gathering darkness? We flashed past her, unable to stop in time, and I turned to Cathy in relief, about to thank her for not stopping. But to my dismay, she continued slowing, came to a halt, and then backed up to where the woman still stood. I slid down in my seat as we came to a stop.

"Open your window, dammit!", Cathy snapped at me. "Maybe she's hurt." Something told me there was something very wrong here, but I rolled down the window and tried to make myself invisible. Cathy glared at me, leaned over, and said, "You all right, lady?" What a STUPID question, Cathy, I thought.

The woman bent down towards my window, and I shrank back. In spite of the muggy Texas night, there seemed to be a sudden chill in the air, and I shivered nervously. I peered up at the woman.

God, she was beautiful. She must have been a model. Why would a model be roaming around the more desolate parts of Texas at this hour? But when she spoke, I felt my skin crawl, in spite of the fact that her voice seemed to be very compelling, very comforting, somehow. I wanted to roll the window up and get the hell out of here.

"Thank you for stopping", the woman purred. "Could you please give me a ride?" She seemed to be staring at Cathy, who was sitting there with her mouth hanging open.

"Um...Sure.. Hop in the back....", Cathy mumbled. Jesus, Cathy, don't you even want to know what she's DOING out here?? But the woman was already climbing into the car behind me. Cathy sat there for a moment, looking a bit confused.

"Um. Nancy? Drive for a while, would you? I'm kinda tired all of a sudden." We both missed the woman smiling gently at that. I nodded miserably. Cathy stumbled out of the driver's side, and to my dismay, climbed into the back seat with the woman. "Gotta stretch out and rest", she mumbled. The woman's eyes were shining now, but I was not paying any attention.

I put the car in gear and started driving. I held it at about ninety, just cruising along on the wide-open highway. I glanced in the rear-view mirror and my skin began to crawl again.

The woman's eyes seemed to glow as they stared back at me. Like cat's eyes, shining brightly in the dark. I tried to see Cathy, but she was behind me and I couldn't adjust the mirror that far. I heard the woman talking, and her voice really did seem to have some strange power. It became stronger and stronger as we sped along, but I have no idea what she was saying. Finally I managed to catch a glimpse of Cathy in my mirror, and was horrified to see her seemingly sound asleep, leaning against the woman!

The woman saw me looking and stared back at me, smiling, her eyes glinting like diamonds.

"Stop the car", she said simply.

Numbly, not knowing why, I brought the car to a halt. We sat there in the darkness, the only sounds were the ticking of the cooling engine, and Cathy's gentle, easy breathing.

"Get out", she said. I did, my heart pounding. The woman got out of the car, and walked around and opened Cathy's door. She helped Cathy out, even though Cathy still seemed to be asleep. I watched, curious, nervous, and noticed for the first time that the woman was barefoot.

"No harm has come to your friend. No harm will come to you. Do you understand?" I nodded, wanting to believe her, but not able to. She frowned slightly. "You do not accept this as true?" My face flaring, I shook my head.

"No, I don't. I don't know what you're up to, but I don't like it."

She looked sad. "They had said it would be so...."

All of a sudden she was right in front of me, staring into my eyes with those wild eyes of hers. I stared back, surprised, stunned. And I stared some more. And I kept staring. Her eyes held me in an invisible grip, an unbreakable bond between us, holding me there, motionless, helpless. After some time, she spoke softly.

"No harm will come to you. We seek knowledge. We seek understanding. We seek the pleasures of the universe." If I had had any control of myself at all, I would have been laughing out loud. But for some reason, right here, right now, what she was saying seemed to make sense. Everything she said made sense as she stared deep into my eyes.

"We come to learn from you. We come to gain experience. We wish for you to show us the pleasures of your species. We have a basic understanding of your physical bodies and we desire knowledge of your emotions, your baser pleasures. She has been selected. No harm will come to you."

Something in me stirred. My fear became something close to anger. Why was CATHY chosen to show them, whoever they were, the 'pleasures of our species'? Why not me? I wanted to ask, but I was held enthralled by her unwavering gaze. The question of exactly how 'they' had gained a basic understanding of our physical bodies never occurred to me.

She smiled. "You wish to know why you were not chosen." I didn't say yes, I couldn't, but she answered the question I couldn't ask.

"That one was chosen for her willingness to believe. When first contacted, you showed resistance. She did not. She was chosen." What was she talking about, 'first contacted'? When were we ever contacted? I would never know.

"You will not be harmed. She will be returned unharmed. It has been decided." She looked away, releasing me from her spell.

Decided? The hell it's been decided. Willingness, eh? Honey, I don't know who you are or where you came from, but I'll show you willingness. I'll show you the baser pleasures of the species.

She stared to say something about standing back while they did something, but I was already moving. I grabbed her, pushed her against the car. Her eyes opened wide, and she stared at me, hoping to entrance me once more, but I fixed my eyes on her body. Wordlessly, I ripped her shirt off. She had been wearing a man's flannel shirt, or something looking like it, but it didn't seem to be the same material. It shredded instantly. She had not been wearing a bra, thus exposing perfect, in fact too perfect, breasts. She spoke, and her voice took on a powerful, commanding tone. She told me to stop, to step back, and it was so hard to not let myself fall under the spell of that wonderful voice. But by now I was as horny as I was angry, and I gritted my teeth and continued.

I leaned over and took one perfect nipple into my mouth. She gasped, and froze, leaning motionless against the car. I paused, surprised, and did take a step back. She was just leaning against the car, staring up into the air. What the hell?

I turned quickly to look at Cathy. She still stood there, eyes closed. Sorry, Cath. I turned back to the woman. Or whatever it was.

It recovered quickly. She looked at me, her demeanor changing. Her voice became husky, smoky. I watched in awe as her nipples hardened.

"You wish to assist me?" I nodded, staring at those hard things that looked like nipples.

She was still for a few seconds more. Then, "You may proceed".

Gee, thanks.....

I took her nipple in my mouth again, and sucked as hard as I could. Her body trembled as she watched every move I made. Back and forth, from one nipple to the other, my tongue bounced, licking, sucking, teasing. Her breath was ragged now, and her eyes were bright cat's eyes again. The glow wasn't the same this time, though. That weird power was still there, I realized, but she had turned it off or something. She looked curious now, puzzled - and aroused.

I bravely stared into those eyes. "Take your pants off", I told her. She looked even more confused.

"Pants?"

I reached down and undid what looked like denims, but were of the same flimsy material her top had been made of. Gleefully, I ripped her jeans right off her body. Again, nothing underneath. No pubic hair, either, I noticed with a grin. This was getting to be fun.

I looked back up into those eyes again, and kept on staring as I knelt down. Still staring at her, I ran my tongue along the inside of her thighs. Her body shook, and she made a noise unlike anything I'd ever heard. It sent goosebumps all through my body.

My tongue reached her sex. Whatever she was, someone had done all right with their studies, because there was her clit, right where it should have been. I grinned as I wondered if she really knew what it was for.

As I slid my tongue around her clit, I decided she had no idea what awaited her there between her legs. She made another, louder noise that almost brought me to orgasm all by itself. I looked up at her, she was sprawled against the side of the car, arms spread out, head back, staring up, legs spread wide, as I ate her out. I was just about to pause, to try other things, when I felt her hands on my head.

I felt, more than heard, her command. "DON'T STOP" echoed through me, and I found I couldn't stop, I was helplessly licking, sucking her virgin clit. I wanted to make her cum, wanted only to make her cum. I'll show her the pleasures of my species.

And so it went on for quite some time. Whatever she was, she was not easily satisfied. I found myself held there by some power, unable to stop bringing her to orgasm, listening to her ever-more-hysterical sounds.

At last, she let out a bloodcurdling, unworldly howl of sheer abandon. That did it. I came myself, right there, crouched between her legs.

Her hands on my head again. Her voice in my mind, filling my mind.

"ALLOW ME." Oh, God. Allow her. She wants to try this on me?

I paused, panting, and stared up at her. She gazed down at me with a look of joyous rapture. "Allow me", she said again. She pulled me easily to my feet and pushed me against the car.

I was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans. With one motion, she pulled my sweatshirt off. I blinked. She tried to rip my jeans off, but they were real jeans, not whatever strange stuff hers were made of. Mine didn't come off, but she did cause me to fall over. She looked down, surprised, almost sad.

"It does not work at all times?" Aha. She thought that because I had been a little rough with her, that's the way it always was. I shook my head.

"Watch".

I kicked my sneakers off. Staring at her, grinning, feeling my face flaring, I unsnapped my jeans. I ran my hands over my thighs, across my ass, still staring into those hypnotic eyes. But those eyes were in input mode.

Smiling, I slowly, teasingly, unzipped them. Her eyes followed my fingers down, down, those few inches. I slipped my hands inside my jeans and began working them down, sliding them down a bit on one side, then the other, back and forth. As they gathered around my knees, I turned sideways and wiggled my ass back and forth for her. She was just gaping at me.

I removed my jeans. She stared at my panties curiously.

"You take these off. Slowly. Gently", I said to her.

"Gently", she said softly, her eyes fixed on my crotch.

Slowly, she came closer to me, She slid her fingers into the top, as I had done with my jeans, and slowly, gently, slid them down. Oh, God, this is wild.

I stood there, nude, with her/it gazing at me in wonder. She looked at my breasts, then at hers. She looked at my luxuriant pussy hair, then at her barren snatch. I watched in amazement as she suddenly grew a thick bush of her own. I looked up to find her smiling at me, and I could have sworn she actually giggled.

Her eyes roamed my body now, and I felt my nipples hardening. This was unreal, some kind of crazy dream.

"Allow me", she said again. Before I could answer, she was kneeling between my legs. It was only a matter of seconds before she found my erect clit, and I screamed.

Her tongue-thing was like an overactive vibrator. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me as she worked over my clit like nothing ever had. I was sobbing, gasping for air, totally stunned at the intensity of the climaxes which threatened to make me pass out.

Her hands were on my breasts, squeezing hard. I let out a yelp. "OUCH, not so hard." Instantly, she eased her grip, and I could have sworn I heard her say she was sorry. But it may have been the gentle breeze.

Her hands caressed my tits, her tongue still buzzed maniacally in my pussy. This was some experiment. The pleasure of the species, eh? I think she's showing me a thing or two herself.

I couldn't take it any more. I screamed and pulled her to her feet, finding myself so close to her, staring into those mesmerizing eyes, my breath ragged and uneven.

I pulled her close to me and kissed her passionately. My arms wrapped around her, and I held her tight. Her skin felt like satin, cool, smooth. Strange. Sensual. Her lips were moist, her breath warm. I felt her slip a finger into my snatch, and as I held her tightly as the first orgasm washed over me, I wondered where she'd learned that. She had certainly learned it well. Then her finger, too, seemed to become more than just a digit inside me, and I dug my nails hard into her, er, flesh, as I felt her finger begin to pulsate wildly, throbbing within me. I shuddered violently, moaning.

She kissed me again.

Our tongues danced within the warm darkness of our mouths, an erotic, graceful dance of passion. Her taste was sort of artificial, but I didn't care at this point. Our lips melded together as if we'd been made for each other. It was getting hard to breath, I was reaching the edge of my control. It was as if a living vibrator was buried inside me, and I groaned one last time and had to remove her finger. I slowly opened my eyes. She was looking at me with a hurt expression.

"I was not performing correctly?" Oh, God, how do I answer that?

"Oh... Oh... Correctly?" I giggled. "Oh, yeah, you did it correctly. But, you see, I'm not used to feeling that good for that long, and I had to stop. I couldn't go on any longer."

"Why?"

Why? I stood there, trembling, panting. Why did I have to stop? She was obviously in no hurry. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that there was no good reason for her to stop. I glanced over at Cathy, still entranced, still motionless. Sorry, I said again silently. Why, she asked.

Why?

I looked back at her, and something struck me. "Do you have a name?"

She gazed back at me with that almost-smile. "My name would be of no meaning to you. Is there a name you would call me by?"

I thought for about two seconds. "Tina."

Tina smiled. "Very well. You may call me Tina."

"Tina, I was thinking. I don't know why I asked you to stop. Would you mind continuing what you were doing?" Her eyes glowed with pleasure as she reached for me again.

There was no longer any sense of time. Tina's hands, Tina's tongue, Tina's body became my world. I felt things I never dreamed of, and I showed Tina things she had never imagined. We showed each other the pleasures of our respective species. The sound Tina made when climaxing, or whatever she was doing, was enough to make me crazy.

The sun was peeking over the horizon when I opened my eyes. I looked around, puzzled, confused. Where was I?

I was in Cathy's car. We were parked at the side of the road. Cathy was asleep in the driver's seat. I nudged her.

"Cath. Wake up. It's morning." She stirred, her puffy eyes opening. She looked at me without recognition.

"Cath. We gotta get going. We're gonna be late."

She blinked a few times, then her eyes seemed to focus. "Oh. Nancy. 'Morning. How long's it been?"

As I looked at my watch, I realized I didn't know what time we had stopped the night before. "I don't know. All night, maybe? We gotta go."

She sat up straight and stretched. "Man, I feel pretty good for having slept in the car. How 'bout you?"

I, too, stretched, and was amazed at how good I felt after sleeping in her cramped car. "Yeah, I feel all right. Let's go."

She started the car and we were on our way.

It wasn't until we reached a gas station and were in the rest rooms that we discovered something was amiss.

I was wearing Cathy's panties, and she had mine on. We stared at each other, our faces flaring. Vague thoughts bounced through my mind. And why was I wearing one of Cathy's sweatshirts? Where had mine gone?

We were quiet as we got back into the car.

As we got closer to Houston, we saw a figure beside the road. Cathy slowed down, but made no move to stop. As we drove by, we saw a stunningly beautiful woman waving happily at us. We looked at her, stupefied, then at each other.

But when we looked back, the woman was gone.

"Um. Nancy?"

My skin was crawling again. "Yeah?"

"Does the name Tina ring any bells?" She grinned slightly.

As I looked into her eyes, I swore they sort of glowed.

Glinting.

Shining brightly.

Like a cat's eyes.

Like glittering diamonds.