“What is it?” I asked.
“I have never done what you did,” he said
again. “And I would like to.”
I looked at him for a second, and then just
what he was saying dawned on me.
“You would like me to pleasure you?” I
asked.
“Very much," he said into my mind. 18:
Our First Time
The idea of Mothman making love to me had really not
crossed my mind. I hate to sound like one of those guys who gets
what he wants and then finishes, but I guess that’s what I was that
morning. I had just assumed he was sated, and I had never thought
that he might want to make love to me. The scary part was that he
had never done this before, with anyone. Standing naked in a warm
pool of water with him, I was feeling a little vulnerable, and a
little turned on.
“So until last night, you had never had sex with
anyone?” I asked.
“No. I have found no more of my kind, and
your kind does not usually think of me that way,” he said. “You are
different.”
“That I am,” I said, unsure of just what I