A Close Encounter

by David Hall

Chapter 1: Andrew

I was greeted at the door by a tall man immaculately garbed in the finest of suits. Upon showing him my ID card, the door was opened for me, revealing a scene best described as disgusting. A cloud of cigarette smoke assaulted me as I entered into the room, people milling about, fags on their lips, flagons in their slimy grip. Shuddering, I continued onward. Hopefully I wouldn't have to stay in this filthy place more than five minutes.

Rather than lingering in the appalling room, I went straight to the bar, showed the barman my ID card and was admitted to the equally hazy, though slightly cleaner back room. And there she was. Beautiful, sparkling, wondrous, just like always. Around her the dirty grey smoke seemed to shift into the most pristine white mist, the dim lighting gathered and gave the whole room a better feel. I could feel my heart pounding. We had been going out for over three years, but I still got like this whenever I saw her.

I went forward to greet her with the customary light kiss, but found my lips lingering, wanting more, hungry for her moist warm mouth. Carefully restraining myself, I nodded politely to each of the people she then introduced. I had never met any of them before, but that wasn't unusual, she probably hadn't either. In her line of work, faces went by as fast as grains of sand in an hourglass. Just like us, going ever faster and faster, more intense. Only we would never run out, Shannah and I were immortal.

Once pleasantries had been exchanged, we parted company and fled from the seedy tavern, anxious to embrace each other and passionately kiss. It was very late, edging into the morning, so we strolled back to the small apartment we shared a few blocks away, arm in arm, eyes lost in each others, gazing back and back, through and through, remembering all the wonderful things we had done together.

Almost before we got the door to the apartment closed, we grabbed each other in a wild grip, and leaning against the door started to kiss in a crazy frenzy, tongues exploring, lips moving to all the right places. For what seemed like an eternity we stood there embraced, though once finished it seemed like only a minute had passed. With one final peck I inquired if she would like some coffee. Her only answer was a coy look and she carefully traced down my chest with her sharp biting fingernails, parting the silk shirt I had buttoned only half way up. With a sharp thrust of her hand she sent my enraptured body tumbling down onto the rug carefully aligned on the floor. I lay limp on the floor, hypnotised by her perfectly shaped body as she undid the white blouse she was wearing, taking what seemed like forever on each button until at last she stood there, blouse thrust aside, her full, supple breasts bared.

Lowering herself down to the floor, she gently bit my ear then moved down to my half-naked chest, bypassing my eager, questing lips. Kissing her way down, she unfastened each button as she came to it, down to pants. As she worked down the zip, my searching hands did likewise to her skirt, and once both finished we both lay on the floor, wriggling out of skirt and pants, giggling happily. Our garments discarded to the side, we lay on the floor regarding each others' bodies. Her regal blue orbs searching, probing made me even more excited than I already was as my eyes surveyed her feminine form. Finally I could take it no longer, and gently rubbing her breasts entered slowly into her.

Both of us gently rocking back and forth together, we worked our lips around faces, necks, shoulders, nipples, breasts. As I bit sharply into one of her nipples, I felt her tense up as she shuddered with an orgasm. Onward we went, heedless but for a smile exchanged and another passionate kiss. I could feel myself building up to orgasm, and just as I was about to reach my climax, a booming noise ensued and we were covered with splinters of wood.

"FREEZE!" Two cops stood in the remains of the doorway,guns rudely pointed in our direction. This sudden shock caused my engorged penis to shrink back, unsatisfied, as we both moaned with a combination of pleasure, alarm, and pure horror. This couldn't be! We could not get caught! We were immortal. Or so I had thought. One of the pigs sat on his haunches, gun angrily thrust forth as the other approached, and throwing us our clothes, ordered us to get dressed. It was like they were afraid one of us would somehow pull a weapon from somewhere. My only weapon was right then slowly shrinking down, deflating.

Once fully dressed I demanded a warrant, as Shannah remained silent, lurking behind me. Examining the pieces of paper I was then confronted with filled me with anger and hatred for the pigs, though they were only doing their jobs. I was charged with 'Promoting and inciting crime,' and 'Encouraging and perpetuating activist ideals.' My own sentences were not too serious, because though both enough to put me away for 50 years, it was a first offence, so I would probably get out with a firm slap on the wrist and a 2 year probation. What caused me such grief was the paper marked with the name 'Shannah Poligne.' My beloved, my dearest, my soulmate. Charged with an offence which would surely send her to execution. 'Grand Treason.' Those two words stood out of the paper, burning into my skull, burning into my mind, and burning into my soul.

Letting go an anguished cry I hurled the warrant aside and charged at the cop in front of me. Everything seemed to slow down. I was moving as through thick, sour honey. Two steps forward, arms out to seize the offending pig by her ugly neck. A huge sound that filled my ears, and an intense pain through my whole body.

I never woke up.

The evening was a great success. Three new applicants had signed up, all of them fairly well off. I would probably never see any of them again, since they didn't really know who I was,and once the sale was made there was just a bit of icy chat to try and cover up the fact that they were very uncomfortable with the situation. Just as the informal meeting was slowing down, Andrew entered into the room, his cute little head poking around the door before he entered the room.

The whole atmosphere in the room lifted as he came in,the smoke was no longer a filthy smog but rather a gently hazy, softening his features. I could hardly contain my excitement as he bent down and kissed me lingeringly. Anxious to get back to the apartment, I quickly finished up the business, after introducing Andrew to everyone. He was more intelligent than me, but I still handled all the business, partly because I looked more innocent and was better at dealing with people, but mostly because Andrew wasn't brave enough to do it. After the near-miss with the cops three and a bit years ago that led to their explosive meeting, he'd been running scared.

We walked slowly back to the apartment, my arm in his, as the haze on the horizon slowly started to light up a bit. I wanted to embrace him there and then, but despite others doing it all over the place, that would bring undue attention to us, a pair who needed as little attention from others as could be helped. We were constantly walking on edge, razor-sharp, always alert to any danger. We were big fish, and the cops were just itching for a chance to bust us. So far they had nothing on us, apart from lots of incidents spread across the country, all using the same technology and the same methods.

Turning down the alley that led to our apartment, I noticed that everything seemed crisper, cleaner, as if it had been all scrubbed and cleaned then put back where it was. On the other hand, I always felt like that when I was with Andrew. Once we reached the apartment, I was wanting him so badly it hurt. He seemed to be deliberately taking his time with the door, but once we got inside he advanced on me, love and lust in his eyes, and we reached into each others' arms, lips touching and parting to let our wild,passionate tongues tangle and explore. For what seemed like only seconds we embraced, but I could tell from the blissful faraway look on Andrews face that it had been more than several minutes.

I almost broke out laughing when he asked if I would like a coffee. That was my Andrew, always so gentle, so caring, and always polite. But coffee was the last thing on my mind at that time. I only smiled back at him. He knew the answer. The hair on his chest was poking slightly out from the silk shirt he wore, only half buttoned as always. He was such a showoff, but he did have a very nice torso. And a nice rest of the body too! I took the opportunity to trace my finger down that luscious chest, parting the silk as I went. Sensing his submission, I pushed him backward onto the floor. As he lay there on the floor, I didn't even have to look down at his groin to know that he was as aroused as I was.

He was mine now, so I decided to tease him a bit, despite my intense desire to join him on the floor straight away and do what I had been longing to since early in the afternoon. Carefully, caressingly I undid each of the buttons of my white blouse, letting a little bit more show with each one, until with the last I drew it back over my arms and onto the floor, letting him get a full view.

After giving him sufficient time to stare at my bared torso, I lowered myself gently to the floor and began to work on his, kissing my way down, parting any buttons getting in the way. I felt him tense up a bit as I worked down his lower stomach. He was intensely ticklish, though he would never admit to it. As I undid his pants I felt his hot hands caress down my back and unzip my skirt. I almost orgasmed simply from the feel of him against my body, so I quickly got rid of the skirt as Andrew did likewise with his pants.

Eager as I was to feel him inside me, I could not resist the chance to let my eyes wander over his handsome body, lingering on his bulging muscles and huge throbbing penis before returning to his face and moving my body against his, prompting him to gently glide into me as he fondled my breasts and we kissed along each others' faces and necks. The feeling was electric, and it was not long before I could feel an orgasm building up inside. I wanted to slow down, make it last longer, but I could not, as it built up inside like a dam threatening to crash down, become more intense, pounding as we continued to rock back and forth in sychrony. The heat in my cunt was getting unbearable, and just as I thought I was about to pass out I came in a shuddering rush, bucking back and forth violently. It was not long before his prick moving inside me had me aroused again, and we continued onward, and onward, locked in passion and lust down the halls of time.

So lost was I in this blissful state that the next thing I remember is being covered in wood and having some pig hustling me to get my clothes on. Andrew finished dressing first, and he positioned himself between himself and the cops, protective of me. Demanding the warrants, he quickly received two, one for each of us. He was a fair bit taller than I, so I could only make out the names on the tops of the forms. He seemed numb as he read his own, then as he read mine, I felt him weaken then suddenly tense and yell. Knowing what he was about to do, I tried to grab his shirt, but it just slipped away from my hand, and an instant later,BANG! Blood all over the place, Andrew crumpled on the floor. I threw myself to the floor, begging, pleading him to wake up, until I was cuffed and led away.

I pleading Guilty to Grand Treason and a long listof other charges, and was executed 3 days later.

David Hall © 1995