I sat there, dumbfounded.
Goku was an alien. Who could fly. Who had a tail but chopped it off.
I just stared and he wiggled his eyebrows at me.
"Still ok with me staying?" He asked, tilting his head like an overgrown puppy. I cleared my head for a moment and considered everything.
"Of course, it doesn't matter about all that stuff, your still a nice decent person." I looked him in the eye and he smiled gratefully, drawing me into another hug. His hugs where nice, but perplexing. Most married guys don't just go around consistently hugging girls, especially if they are faithful, like Goku seemed to be. I made a bed on the sofa for him and he plopped down between the sheets and watched me fold away some unnecessary blankets.
"Your very pretty. I just noticed." He laughed nervously, and I turned to him, red faced.
"Well, your very handsome," I blurted, my heart beating heavily in my chest.
He stood up and walked to me. All of a sudden I realised the tension that had been lurking in the air. We had both been suppressing something, deep inside our hearts. Our chemistry had been undeniable, acting like an elderly married couple, finishing each others thoughts.
He stepped infront of me and placed his hands on my shoulders. Something in his eyes darkened as his face drew closer to mine, and his hands slipped down to my waist, making me tingle. Our warm breaths collided as his lips drew closer to mine.
I pushed him away suddenly, jerking us apart. "No. You have a wife."
He went red and apologised, sitting back on the sofa.
"I just wanted to show my appreciation for all your doing for me. And me and my wife are splitting up, plus you make my tummy feel funny." He arched an eyebrow, making ME feel funny inside. I took a deep breath. "Alright. But until you finalise the divorce, nothing major happens between us, ok?" He nodded understandingly and got back up and met me on the rug in the middle of the room.
Then he, ever so gently, kissed me.
He tasted like a summer rainstorm, so rare, so exciting. I pushed into him as he held me, kissing me deeper, when I felt my feet leave the ground. We where hovering, he was so in the moment he had lost control of himself and we were flying. I smiled into the kiss, my mind going blank and dizzy. Eventually he pulled away. His face looked different, more rogue-ish. His eyebrows where arched like the Saiyans he described when they came to earth, his eyes where dark and mysterious. It faded though, and he returned to his normal demeanour, smiling at me.
"That was nice" He said, his voice low and quiet.
"Yes.." I looked at him, the wetness between my legs clinging to my skin, begging for him.
He had a boner, and he was oblivious, as he made no effort to hide it. I pointed and he looked down and blushed, coving it with a cushion from the sofa. "Oh! My bad!" He looked at me sheepishly. In his eyes I could see him begging for it, just as my body was.
"Goku? When was the last time you had sex?"
He looked at me with a tired look on his face, "Not since Gohan was conceived...."
I choked. This poor guy hadn't had sex for almost a decade. I thought for a moment before I got to my knees and pulled at his trousers.
He jumped back shaking his head.
"No! Its fine! I'm fine!" He went red faced and blinked sheepishly at me.
I stood and nodded. "Ok, but I'm here if you ever need anything.." and with that I walked to my bed, exhausted from the days rollercoaster of emotions.
