Free Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 by Evangeline Anderson Page B

with the right guy I
would. I mean—”
    Just then there was an angry banging on the bathroom—no,
the fresher —door.
    “ Kerov!” Xirnah’s voice sounded strident and furious. “Are you
going to leave me out here, cooling my heels indefinitely? You have
already wasted almost an ahrn of my valuable time and your
sensu-chair is beginning to chafe me in a most delicate
area!”
    “ Oh, of course—sorry!” Frankie exclaimed through the door.
Then she whispered to Kerov, “What should I do?”
    “ What you’re supposed to
do! Go out, sit on the sensu-chair until your
shaft— my shaft—is hard enough to
service her, then take Xirnah into the bedroom and complete the act
of copulation.”
    “ All right, all right—I’m going.”
    Frankie left the
fresher quickly and shut the door behind her.
    Sorry about that,”
she apologized. “Uh…upset stomach. But I feel better now.”
    “ It’s about time.” Xirnah
was tapping her foot impatiently. “I’m about to leave if we don’t
complete our mandatory sex act in about three meems.”
    “ Right. Back to the sensu-chairs.” Frankie tried to take her
by the arm but the other woman jerked away.
    “ No! No more sensu-chairs and no more excuses. I want you to
service me now so I can
get out of here!”
    “ Uh…okay, fine.” Frankie dropped her arm quickly and took a
step back. “Let’s go to the bedroom. Come on.” She started down the
hallway but became aware after a few steps that Xirnah wasn’t
following her. “What?” She turned back to look.
    “ Your sleeping chamber is that way.” Xirnah pointed one long, boney finger in the other
direction.
    “ She’s right.” Kerov sounded both irritated and worried.
    “ Of course. I just wanted to, uh…to…to get a drink of water,”
Frankie said, improvising quickly. “You go ahead into the bedroom
and I’ll be right in to…to service you.”
    Xirnah gave her an icy glare. “You have two meems,” she
snapped. “ Two, and then
I’m leaving.”
    Turning, she stomped
down the hallway, opened another door which must lead to the
bedroom and then slammed it behind her.
    “ You heard her—quickly, go do what has to be done,” Kerov urged.
    “ I
can’t.” Frankie was suddenly aware that the equipment between her
legs seemed to be malfunctioning. Or rather, it wasn’t functioning
at all.
    “ Why not?” he
growled.
    “ Because your dick appears to be taking a break.” Frankie
nodded down at the black uniform trousers where the stiff bulge of
his shaft was noticeably absent. “I’m soft as cream cheese here.
How can I have sex like this? It would be like trying to stuff a
marshmallow into a keyhole.”
    “ A
what into a what? And what is cream cheese?” Kerov demanded. “Never mind,” he added before she could
answer. “Just
think erotic thoughts until my shaft hardens. Hurry!”
    “ Think erotic thoughts, huh?” Frankie went to the door of the
bedroom and stood there, concentrating hard. She didn’t have much
time but she didn’t want to go in before she was ready. God only
knew what kind of fit Xirnah would throw if she couldn’t get it up
for the bitchy alien woman.
    “ Yes, erotic thoughts,” Kerov told her impatiently.
    Frankie closed her
eyes. What could she think of? Actually, the hottest thing she’d
seen recently was the man going down on his woman on Kerov’s TV.
Biting her lip, she pictured them together, the man spreading the
woman’s thighs and giving her long, loving kisses—teasing her until
she panted and moaned and pressed her hips up to meet his mouth as
he kissed and tasted her gently but urgently…
    “ Gods…” Kerov’s mental voice sounded hoarse. “This kind of thing is truly what you
consider erotic?”
    “ Are you getting that?” Frankie felt suddenly shy. “I, uh,
thought you couldn’t hear my thoughts.”
    “ I
can’t , but for
some reason I can see the images you’re picturing.”
    “ Sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable,” Frankie