Kyah You’re An …?!!

After eating breakfast, I ran a couple of errands. Then headed back to my dorm. On my way back, I received a text from Rhea. She wanted to know if now was a good time to come over.

I told her yes and she responded with a bunch of smiley face emojis.

I didn't have anything to do but to wait. So, I decided to open my laptop and take a peek at the trending current events.

One of the most popular stories was about Celeste. People were screaming from the virtual mountain tops that she should be indicted and sent up the river for the rest of her life. Other people claimed that it was all a hoax. A couple of famous news and TV personalities even came out to say that they believed it was just a ruse created by a smaller news station trying to remain relevant.

People "close" to Celeste claimed that it was an attack brought about by a former jilted lover. They claimed that because Celeste turned this lover away, he or she is coming after her to ruin her family and her reputation.

Others proclaimed that it was drummed up because the perpetrator was after her family's money.

There were a lot of voices calling for action against Celeste. But the surprising amount of people rallying around her was frankly staggering.

Public opinion was a bitch sometimes.

What made matters worse is that so far, none of Celeste's victims have stepped forward. I can't say that I blame them, though. They probably want to see how things play out before they get their share of the spotlight.

No one wanted to be the first one to step forward. Honestly, you never want to be the first one to do anything. Normally, the first person gets the shaft.

You don't want to have been the first person to storm the beaches of Normandy.

You don't want to have been the first Black American to de-segregate public schools.

You don't want to have been the first to test the elasticity of the first bungee cord.

Trust me. Being first for anything is not all it's cracked up to be.

Look at me. I'm the first person in existence since the dawn of time that has two divine sparks that coexist within the same soul. So far there have been some pretty great things. But there have also been some pretty scary things.

Being the first sucks.

People call you a hero and inspiring. But that's only after you've taken a bullet to the heart, got attacked by men, women, and dogs, or have plummeted to your death.

No thanks. I'd rather not be a hero or inspiring. I'd like to keep all of my limbs intact. Thank you very much.

For those reasons, I couldn't blame the girls for staying quiet. But if things worked out the way that I wanted them to, that may not even matter.

<i>Knock! Knock!</i>

I was lost in thought for a while when I heard someone at my door.

"It's open."

You might be wondering why I'd invite someone I didn't know into my room. Don't worry. I didn't. I knew who it was without needing to look through the peephole.

"Hey, Kyah. I've missed you."

Her voice was as sweet as a dream. Her long brown hair was down and styled in a long wave. Her lightly made-up face looked mature and understated. That only made the beatific smile that graced her face even more charming.

I stood. "Rhea. I'm glad you came." I couldn't help but smile back. I could already feel the stress melting away after just looking at her once.

She quietly closed the door behind her. I noticed that she locked the door. I guess she didn't want any uninvited guests like we had yesterday.

When she looked at me, there was a look of unease on her face. I guess I couldn't blame her. After the way things ended last night she had every right to feel insecure.

"Hey. Can we, like, talk for a little bit?" She was scared. I could see it in her eyes. Still, even scared, she was a sight to behold.

"Of course. I guess you have a lot of questions."

"Yeah. Not so much about Celeste. I mean. I do have questions. But those can wait."

"Okay. Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Can we talk in your bedroom?"

I nodded. It wasn't like I had a big suite or anything. My bedroom was separated from my living area by a half-wall. If I'm being honest, it was more like a loft than anything. Still, we walked into my bedroom and we both sat down on the bed.

She faced me with fierce determination in her eyes.

"Kyah. I love you."

The way she said it made me feel like there was a big "but" coming.

"But…"

Son of a bitch! See?! I told you!

"…I'm afraid that you don't trust me. I feel like you're hiding things from me. Don't get me wrong. I know that we haven't known each other for a long time. Things with us definitely went 0 to 100, very quickly. At times, I feel like I don't even have my feet under me yet. But I'm serious about my feelings. I want you to know that you can trust me. No matter what it is, I promise that I won't abandon you."

What have I done to deserve such dedication? All that I've done was fuck her right. Was she such a nympho that she confused lust with love?

No. That's not fair. I know her feelings because I heard them myself before she even voiced them out loud. Her feelings are genuine. It's rude of me to question her feelings just because I don't understand them enough.

I tried to respond but I didn't know what to say. It didn't have anything to do with trust. Right? I mean, I think that I can trust Rhea. Don't I? She can be a bit vapid at times but she's not a liar. She hasn't betrayed me. She's spilled some sex stories but that's just how these things work…I think.

Damn. Was I so damaged that I didn't even know how to trust someone or if I even could trust someone?

I sighed. Why is life so difficult? No. It's not life that's difficult. I'm making this harder than it has to be.

I squared my shoulders and stared into Rhea's beautiful brown eyes.

"Rhea. There is something that I have to tell you."

Trust. It was all or nothing. I would either trust Rhea or I wouldn't. There was no in-between when it came to trusting. There is a lot of gray area in life. But this wasn't one of them.

Rhea must've felt something different in the air because she gulped and her face grew somber. She nodded slowly. "Okay. I'm listening."

I stood up and moved towards the open curtain and pulled it shut.

When I turned around, Rhea was staring at me. Her hands were in her lap and were balled into tight fists.

"I said that I had to tell you something. But it's better if I show you."

I started by unbuttoning my jeans. I didn't remove them yet. I took off my top first. Then my bra. After that, I removed my jeans and my panties.

I stood before Rhea as naked as the day I was reborn.

And I do mean reborn because…"You're right. I have been hiding things from you. I don't want to do that. I don't want to keep secrets from you if I can help it."

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"Umm…Rhea?"

I wasn't getting a response from Rhea. It was like time had stopped. She was sitting at the edge of the bed staring at me. Her mouth hanged slightly open as her eyes stared at my body like I was a piece of juicy meat.

Dear Goddess!

"Rhea!"

"Hu-huh? What?" When I said her name louder, she flinched. This girl. I swear.

I fought the urge to bang my head against the wall and got back to business.

"Listen, Rhea. I'm more than a little different from your average girl. I'm special, you see. Umm…how do I say this?"

Rhea had started to undress at some point while I was staring at the ceiling trying to gather my thoughts.

When I looked back down, she was sliding her panties over her feet.

"What. Are. You. Doing?"

"Huh? Are we not going to have sex? I just assumed. You know…you're naked and all so…"

"Weren't you just asking me to be honest with you?"

"Well, yeah. But that's that and this is this."

If I were closer to the wall, I would've smashed my face against it. This girl was a headache and a then some.

"Sigh. Listen. We're not going to have sex. I'm trying to tell you something."

"But you're naked."

"I know I'm naked!" Breathe, Kyah. Breathe. "Ahem! As I was saying. I'm different from other girls. Unique is more like it."

"Well, I agree that you're special and unique. There is no one else like you in the whole world. As far as I'm concerned, I've found the person I want to spend the rest of my life with."

Okay. We're just going to ignore that marriage proposal.

"Yeah…so, umm, anyway. As I said, I'm different."

"You've said that already."

"Will you stop interrupting me?!"

"Okay. Sorry." She stuck her tongue out in a childish manner. She wasn't sorry at all!

"Let's just skip to the main point. You know that dildo you love so much?"

At the mere mention of her favorite dildo, her eyes lit up like the night sky during the Fourth of July.

"Yes! Is it here? Can I see it?"

She was desperately looking around the room. She looked like she'd jump on it the moment I told her where I was hiding it.

"It is here and at the same time it's not."

"I don't follow."

"Here." I watched her closely. I wanted to see if she'd run away from me when I showed her or if she'd stay by my side.

I placed my hand above my pelvis. It wasn't normally necessary but I was a little nervous. There was a dark red tinge.

Hmm. That's weird. Where'd that dark luster come from? Oh well.

The light faded and I quickly removed my hand.

Rhea's eyes and face changed dramatically.

First, she stared at me with a salacious glare in her eyes. It was like she thought I was going to give her a masturbation show.

Second, she looked confused as she tried to figure out where that light came from.

Third, she looked scared as something started growing from where my vagina should've been.

Forth, she looked queasy, like she'd seen something grotesque.

Fifth, she looked confused, like she couldn't believe her eyes.

Sixth, she looked curious, like she'd just discovered a missing piece to a puzzle she's been trying to complete.

Seventh, she looked elated, as she just realized that the dildo that she loved so much was right before her eyes.

Eighth, she grew shocked, as she stood up and screamed.

"Oh my God! Kyah, you're an ALIEN?!!"

End of Volume 2.