Don’t Blame Me I’m A Martian-25

Chapter 25

I wipe some of the sweat away from my forehead and take a drink from my water bottle. “Wow…my back…” I look over to Shy who’s way ahead of all of us in their row. Jax is pulling grassy bits out of his rake.

“Y’know for someone that’s never raked a blueberry in her life she’s likely the best raker I’ve seen since dad.”

That’s likely because Shy’s mimicking him.

“Yeah, she’s….”

“Into you which sucks for me.”

“Jax!”

“What? Cheyenne’s likely the easiest damned girl that I’ve ever talked to. Well besides you Dylan.”

“Thanks but I’m so not interested Jax unless you want to bend over.”

“Ugh…dude no way, exit only.”

We both laugh and I’m rubbing my back. Blueberry raking is hard on the back bent over most of the time and then you add my breasts into the equation and I’m not used to that at all.

I feel fingers trace over my skin and I look to see Kaylee smiling at me, her hand under my t-shirt. “Here, lets grab some lunch and I’ll rub your back and maybe get you to take that shirt off.”

“I’m really not sure that I want a bikini top tan line Kaylee.”

“Why not they’re kinda hot, and you can always spray tan to fix that up.”

Un-huh…Kaylee and me.

Well it’s only been a few days since the big revelation of who and what I am so I haven’t really had the chance to really sit down and look at the relationship.

I really like her.

And I really, really like Cheyenne.

Too bad I couldn’t…

I feel some thing and look over to Cheyenne and she’s smiling. And she has this kind of playful look. I flick her an empathic razzberry and look at Kaylee who’s doing the whole bikini top thing with a pair of old shorts and work boots. Yeah work boots we’re raking blueberries and it’s kind of a brambly mess sneakers don’t really cut it unless you don’t mind getting all scratched up and stuff.

She still looks just good, amazing really. And that’s still my problem right now. I’ve been trying to wrap my head around stuff and I really was meaning to talk to her but when I saw her….then felt her…or rather the stuff she was feeling towards me.

It’s really hard to want to put a block up with the person is looking at you and they like you…actually like you as a person in this really warm and fluffy feeling mixed with that so buzzy excitement that you get from someone being attracted to you.

Feeling the way Kaylee actually feels about me just makes it really hard to even think about walking away from the relationship.

Add in the way she looks and the fact like right now she’s ahead of me bent over and…yes I can feel she knows what she’s doing and the fact I’ve had hard nipples and achy needful breasts along with a serious semi-bone going on all day or most of it’s not lost on her either.

Most surprising for as much as Kaylee has seemed more on the lesbian side of things she’s had feelings centered around my sonic screwdriver…hey…I’m an Alien….it took me awhile to come up with that one.

I take a few clearing breaths and slide my blocks back up and stretch and hold my back a bit before grabbing my rake and bending back over and get back to work.

It’s really getting to the end of the summer when it gets to raking season. Last bit of August the few local guys that have fields hire kids to rake still instead of getting the harvesters in and it’s hard work but it’s one of the last chances for big money before school starts up. Most of the farmers are older folks so they use it as extra cash themselves and they keep their fields for us kids to work.

With people like the Andersons who treat all us like visiting family it’s really nice too. Some people are good rakers and fill their buckets fast and some not. Me I’m in the high middle with about ten buckets filled so far and at fourteen cents a pound I’ve made…. Almost thirty bucks with so far. But if you’re a really good raker like dad or Shy they’ve likely raked enough to be close to a hundred bucks already and it’s not even lunch.

It’s hard work but at the same time. No office, no customers yelling at you and you’re out in the fresh air and here at Andersons their fields are like just a couple of hundred yards from the ocean.

A hard job really but a good one. Dad grew up doing it and he’ll likely make a hundred thirty or forty bucks today, but this is all under the table money too and you can get a pretty good check at the end of the week.

And there’s about two weeks or so left before we head home.

Home, now that’s changed for me too since learning all of this from Cheyenne. She’s definitely coming with us. I know mom’s see’s her like a street kid or runaway that needs help but she’s not.

But yeah I’m so not going to be telling anyone about this whole alien thing.

I mean how? Really just how?

I guess that’s why I’m not as good a raker as the others, I’m just not task focused enough. I mean between thinking everything out and Kaylee.

Shy and I really need to talk about Kaylee.

I do try a little harder though, I just need to think about this as training for hockey, exercise. Okay that actually helps a little getting into this rhythm of rake and pull and seeing as wrist strengthening exercises. Just ignore the berry raking aspect and the other stuff and do it in reps. It’s good for my wrist shots.

I break it up too by taking my buckets to get weighed and dumped and Kaylee’s too. They’re close to being two gallon buckets so close to twenty pounds each. I carry two of mine and two of hers all the way down the rows to the truck and the blower bench with the flats and old Mrs. Anderson.

Sweet old lady really she’s like one of those Jessica Tandy little old ladies. I dump the berries and the blower bench is just this high speed fan that blows the twigs and leaves out of the berries before they slide down into a blueberry flat were it’s weighed.

I get a drink of water and head back with some empty buckets and give Kaylee her ticket she doing worse than me but she’s never really done this before either.

“Hey, here’s some more buckets.”

“Thanks, you look amazing when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Take them down there like that four at a time.”

“Really?”

She smiles and she blushes a bit. “Yeah you’ve got these really great shoulders and arms and they get all musclier when you’ve got all that weight and….” She blushes and covers her face a bit.

“And?”

“It sort of makes you boobs push out as you carry them.”

“Oh…” I blink a few times and take a drink of my water. “So that’s good right?”

She nods blushing. I really want to kiss her. I glance but more feel for Shy and there’s this exasperated feeling from her and well okay…so I lean in and give Kaylee a kiss.

I still need to talk about this with Shy, there’s got to be something cultural with her being alright with me and Kaylee.

Do we have a culture? I mean yeah sure but what’s it like?

Uhm….My mind skips back on track when she kisses me back.

Oh…oh yeah okay this, this is…

It became one of those moments, warm sun, great breeze, two girls kissing…well I’m sorta a girl. Sorta not with the way Kaylee’s making me feel some very real, very normal things in this guy way. Which honestly is really, really good but so is the way her hand comes up and she cups my breast as we’re kissing.

She moves her hand away but it this full well knowing how it feels caress before breaking the kiss.

“That’s very good Dylan.”

“Yay me.” I smile at her.

She smiles back and her upper thigh grazes Happy through my pants as she slips away and goes and picks up her rake. “We should go for a swim at lunch.”

I nod. “Yes, definitely a swim would be good.”

Kaylee gives me this sexy cute smile and gets back to work bending over again. Me…It takes me a few minutes drinking water to get my head to where I should be working. I meet up with Shy back down at the blower bench with my next two buckets and watched Shy doing the same thing but with four like I was only they’re all hers.

That muscle thing that Kaylee was talking about Shy has that too…This dark haired tall girl in a pair of cut offs and a halter top carrying all that weight and her muscles just are all defined with the tan and her slight sheen that’s part lotion part perspiration. And she’s cut too great definition of her muscles. See that’s this third and four gender thing, I work out, I actually do that stuff a lot but because of me being Shuan I’ve got female body traits over my actual maleness including that female body fat.

Conversely Cheyenne has the reverse so she’s got this guy-like ration of subcu…whatever going on.

She looks though like one of those tanned small breasted muscle girls and add in her height which is another guy trait and the tan and her hair she’s got this semi-goth-emo-not -emo Hispanic or maybe even Native American thing going on.

Again Yeah…and wow.

I step over to her. “Hey?”

“Hey back.”

“So….”

“So?”

“So why are you okay with me being with Kaylee?”

“The summer’s almost over.”

“Okay…”

“Look Dylan, you and her just sort of have the summer, she’s going home, you’re going home. I’m going with you and you’re both not really planning a long distance relationship so I can wait.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m likely more sure than you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means we’ve got this great connection, this literal thing between us and part of it’s just us being us but part’s racial too. I just want you to have the time and the space to let you get used to being you before we get involved.”

“Oh…” I’m looking at her and Shy’s looking…staring down into my eyes so much the guy right now that I’m getting those girly butterflies.

“Yes, oh…Dylan when people like us get involved we really get deep. I really want you to be sure and ready before we do something like that. I’d feel that I’d be taking advantage.”

Oh…gallant, gallant’s nice.

“Okay, that makes sense, so what about you what are you going to do while Kaylee and me are…well being us?”

“Get used to things here, get to know things here. I’m still pretty much a stranger in a strange land.”

“Okay…do you have a good answer for everything?”

“Sometimes but I just want to be fair to you. You deserve fair.” Cheyenne smiles and she kisses my cheek and heads over to get a start on a new row.

Yeah really yeah, I’m a guy…sort of but I’ve been a guy longer than being Shuan but getting the gallant treatment is nice, like feeling special in this deep way that I’ve never felt before.

Shy….caring about me, caring about my heart and my feelings. I feel happy and bouncy and even a little glomphy, but good glomphy. Oh wow, am I ever going to get used to this? Especially the hormones running through my making me feel.

Sigh…I get my buckets and head to finish my row before lunch.

If you’ve never been blueberry raking the rows are just plotted off sections like big rectangles that are set up by the stringer who usually uses like plain white string to mark stuff off. It keeps the rakers from going all over the place.

I get done my row barely getting another two buckets about ten minutes before lunch so I hop over the row to Kaylee’s and give her a hand raking the rest of hers just so when we come back from lunch we get to start fresh.

Her smile and “Thanks.” Is really terrific and just from the way Shy had me feeling I think I’m doing the same for her. That’s so where part of me thinks the lesbian thing is or even the gay thing has advantages. See aside from the attraction they have towards the same sex there’s I think this empathy. No, not like mine but they get things, like that walked a mile in the same shoes kind of thing.

We share some smiles finishing up and we’re even both checking each other out and it’s making me sort of self conscious. I mean she’s checking my out and I know there’s this whole girl into girls thing going on and some of those smiles are…

People can give you this look like you’re hot, they can look at you like a piece of meat but they can also look at you and still be checking you out but do it in a way that makes you feel, makes me feel pretty.

It’s a very different feeling, one I’m almost in denial of because guys aren’t supposed to be pretty, or like being pretty but as much as I’m a guy I’m finding more and more I’m really not either.

I carry our buckets down and she’s got the rakes and I’m feeling like, well me…this Shuan thing more and more because I’m being the guy carrying the heavy stuff and I’m feeling both that in that guy way that’s just sort of proud to do it in that good deed, good guy way like opening doors or pulling out a chair feels and I’m getting that pretty feeling too.

We dump our berries and get our cards marked and the others are getting done too and we break for lunch. Dad has the hibachi with us and we’re doing hot dogs pretty quickly and they just taste extra good done on the trunk of the car after working all morning and being this close to the beach.

Some things are just simple and just plain good.

We finish eating and I have a few but it’s almost neat to see Shy so kind of doing this Tuan thing. I mean she eats like the rest of the girls, that cute sort of dainty way but she’s fast though doing it and Shy packs away a half dozen hotdogs with all the fixings and soda besides.

Kaylee’s smiling at me and I smile back. “Gimmie a second?” I slip off to the tow trailer Mrs. Anderson uses when it’s really hot and has for us to use as a bathroom instead of a porta-john and I use the facilities and try something.

Breathe…focus…and I playback brushing my teeth this morning and try and release some power…energy into it and them my mouth feels fizzy? I spit out into the sink and there stuff you’d expect from brushing and my mouth feels clean…I rinse out the sink but that’s kinda cool.

Beware my vast alien powers! I can brush my teeth!

LOL Snerk.

I head out and Kaylee takes me by the hand and we walk down to the water and go down the beach a bit before we start to head into the water. It’s chilly at first after being in the sun all day but it feels good too. Even blocking I can feel the life forces in the water…that thing with dad after the fight and stuff…there’s so much life here that if you’re like me there’s like spill off or some thing that we can soak into.

“How about we get more comfortable Dylan?” She smiles as she bobs in the water.

“Okay…” I take off my shirt and roll it into a wet ball and toss it to the sand.

Kaylee’s bikini top and bottoms follow it.

I turn and look at her. “Kaylee?” She’s in to her neck in the water but I can still sorta see stuff. She gives me that big happy wide Kaylee grin. “You’re turn.”

I bite my lip a bit anxious and take off my bikini top, yeah I’d worn one just in case there was swimming. Oh…okay I’ve never really did the free boobs in water thing and that feels nice. I toss mine with hers and by the time I turn back she’s slipped swam up to me and cups my breasts gently and kisses me.

She tastes like cream soda.

And I’m very, quickly falling into the oh so perfect way she’s touching my breasts and making the ache better and worse all at the same time. That soothing feeling that comes with something feeling so good then wanting more.

I’m making both guy like moans and girly like whines as she’s making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I really, really try and return the favor…I want to do this right…to make her feel this amazing, like crying out and swooning and I open up my blocks to feel her…what feels good…

Oh…Being in the ocean with so much energy around you is so amazing…all that pleasure and lovely sweet sexual things mixing with bathing in almost a living thing and feeling her little jolts of pleasure and waves of swoony yay weak at the knees feelings.

Her hand goes into my basketball shorts… “Oh Kaylee….” My voice got soft and moany…I can feel her intent…she wants to stroke me off…but it’s not the just a hand job thing…well one it’s someone else’s hand and that’s always better but two she wants to get me to have an orgasm and I feel it on my…y’know through her touch.

I had to tap my powers to have the strength to not pop my cork there and then…Then her mouth on my nipples… “Oh!” I can’t help but to cry out and my voice is not as sharp in sex as it was…it’s like the female stuff I’m responding to being done to me is responding back…I actually kind of like it…sorta sexy in me being sort of sultry sounding…sultry with Kaylee at least is good…I can feel her getting turned on by the way I sound.

I respond with my own touches, sliding a hand down to her vagina and exploring with my touch, my powers feeling not just what feels good but exploring how intricate it all is and soon I’m touching, stroking, fingering her in just the ways she and her body likes it.

I don’t really need to be inside her…the feelings that she has…her sexuality seems to almost make me feel completely okay with things as is…I’m doing her innie while she’s doing my outtie and it’s serious lesbian sex.

We’re sort of panting and hanging onto her as we brought ourselves off three times each before she’s done…tired and sated and I’m well pleasured and I’m…I’m sort of feeling the same glow she’s feeling and that sappy post sex happy emotional thing too.

I hug her and hold her our breasts together and just push my feelings into her…not hard but that this was amazing, sweet, special, magical, emotional…all those good things and we actually both start to cry a little… her from that, me too from feeling hers. That connection now between us so much deeper…that honestly having made love feeling all backed too by history…

Yeah…our good times, our dates, the way I felt those times…they’re all part of my sexual experience with her…and the same with her. Honestly the good times I’ve had with girls before this were good but not a factor in being with them, or way not as much….and honestly this is a female thing I think and not something from my people. The upside of the female brain and not being able to stop female obsessing over things and stuff?

Huh…That alters my perspective some more.

We bob there in the water a bit and I just soak in the her feeling, the after glow the ocean and pull it all in until we start to prune up or get close to it and we hold hands as we wade back to shore and start getting dressed.

Kaylee just got her bottom’s shook out and on when a couple of guys on four wheeler ATV’s pull up and these guys start making cat calls at us. One machine on one side of us and the other on the other.

We’re covering our breasts and It’s….

I can feel Kaylee scared, and them too…drunk, horny, cocky…guy entitled…yeah…there’s this there’s six of them, two of us and they pretty much feel like they’re entitled because of that to do anything they want.

Aggression…hostility…

I’m scared too, not for me but sort of too at the same time and more scared for Kaylee who’s petrified and near tears. I want to get ready to fight but I’m scared to move my arms and expose myself.

What should I do?