Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Downfall - An Erotic Invasion: 12

They lay like that together, naked and entwined in the afterglow of their first lesbian experiance. Lisa worried in

silence that she was doomed to beca dyke now that her first thad been with another woman. She felt

the desperate need

to pray for forgiveness, but naked and reeking of sex was hardly the right moment to talk to God, and she

couldn't bring herself to disrupt this perfect moment. Eventually their perfect little silence was broken when

Margaret asked "So what the hell is going on?" Those seven little words shattered the bubble that they'd been

sharing and brought her back to the real world.

Lisa sat up on one elbow so she could look her lover in the eyes, and after resisting the need to kiss her friend

again in one last attempt to try to ignore the horror story that had bectheir life, Lisa told her everything she

knew. It poured out of her, and once she started talking, she just couldn't make herself stop. For the next half

hour they just lay there while she told her about Chad, the aliens and all the details she knew. She told her about

how dangerous the pheromones were and how quickly the eggs seemed to mature inside their hosts. She told

what had happened to her mom and their friends, and when there were no more words they just cried together

with the fear and the loss of it all.

"We need to get out of here," Margaret said finally. "We need to call the Army or the Marines - someone."

"No one's going to believe us," Lisa countered, "We need to get away, but | think after that we should just hide--"

"We don't need to tell them the truth exactly..." Margaret interrupted, "Just that they need to know there's a

problem. A chemical spill or terrorist or something. Anything to get the state troopers or the national guard in

town. They'll see how strange everything is then, and the rest will take care of itself."

"That makes sense," Lisa nodded, "So then | suppose we should get dressed..." The sentiment hung there for a

long moment, and then Margaret gave her a quick peck on the lips and started looking for her clothes on the

floor. For the next couple minutes they dressed in an awkward silence. Now that their tryst or whatever it was,

was officially over, the things left unsaid overshadowed everything else. Once they had all their clothes on and

climbed into the front seats things got better though. They both laughed when they saw how fogged up they

made the windows, and they giggled at that while Lisa started the car and turned on the defrost.

Those giggles turned into gales of laughter though, when Margaret slapped her hand against the passenger

window, moaned, misquoting the Titanic "I don't know how to quit you Jack... until | find out the door is only big

enough for one of us at least..." That was why Lisa had always loved Margaret. She could find the bright side of

anything. Lisa on the other hand was too focused on trying to use this manual transmission to think of a clever

response. Chad had shown her how to do it a couple times before everything had happened, but even so, it took

a couple tries to get the car into second gear. Once she got the hang of it though, they were on their way.

They chose the quickest path out of town, and then the plan was to take the gravel county roads from there to

get to the interstate. If her phone had worked they might have been able to cup with something better, but

this plan was simple and straightforward at least. Even in the countryside things looked off though. The houses

they passed by should have been nothing but porch lights and dark windows at two in the morning, but that

wasn't the case at all. It seemed like half the people in town were still awake even though it was the middle of

the night. She drove slowly, keeping just above twenty miles an hour to be cautious as much as to avoid shifting

too much, but when they passed by the Anderson place and found an orgy spilling out of the brightly lit barn that

was so large they could see it from the road, Lisa decided to speed up.

"What the heck is going on," Margaret said, mostly to herself as they passed the place "It's like the whole world

has gone crazy in less than a day." Lisa didn't know what to say - her friend wasn't wrong. It had been less than

48 hours after whatever had happened into the woods to Chad, and now they knew it wasn't just the town

proper that had gone crazy. Lisa had secretly hoped that when they got out into the boonies they would be home

free even though she'd know it couldn't be that easy. She hadn't known she would be this wrong though. The

only thing the girls had going for them was that it was night, and they were able to breeze past those that had

already fallen victim to the aliens while they were distracted by the prey they'd already managed to find. With a

little luck they could be in the next state before sunrise, and then this could be someone else's problem.

After another 10 minutes on the gravel road they found out that luck wasn't with them though. Almost as soon

as they'd turned right on the quiet interstate so they could start putting distance between themselves and the

nightmare that had bectheir hometown, they ran into a roadblock of orange cones and blinking barriers.

"Damnit," Lisa swore as she pulled to a stop and evaluated their options. Doing a U turn would just take them

back to town, but without a map it was hard to decide what the right answer was.

"Maybe we could find another county road that goes around all this," Margaret offered helpfully. Lisa shrugged,

put the car in reverse, and started making a three point turn so they could look for a likely candidate as it was

the best option they had. That was when a patrol car with its lights off materialized out of the darkness and

made this awful moment even worse.

"Maybe if we ram them, or try to run the barricade..." Margaret said, her voice quavering with fear. For a moment

Lisa thought about it, but by the tthe police vehicle cto a stop it was perpendicular to her car. If she

tried anything, they could put her in the ditch without too much trouble, whereas she had no chance of pushing

them out of the way. Instead she sighed and lowered her head. That was it, she thought, they had lost.

The police car hit the drivers side window with their spotlight at that moment, blinding them both, and by the

tthey recovered, a deputy was at the window. She looked at the silhouette fearfully, and for a split second

she considered trying to gun it anyway, but then he knocked on the window.

"Miss," he said, one hand on his gun, "Don't you know the bridge is out? Construction. You'll need to go around to

route 149." It was a remarkably normal statement. No threatening to fuck her or demanding she strip or

anything terrible she'd feared.

"No? She answered, suddenly unsure. "I'm sorry officer, | hadn't heard."

"Well you need to turn around, but before you do | need to see your license and registration." Could it be that

they were far enough out that they'd run into a real cop? Had they finally gotten passed the worst of it?