their society and its customs.
When a man wanted a relationship with a maid, he had to learn a courtship dance. If the Wooztis man did not impress the girl with his dance, then there was no sex. Ryja had been taken with the girl, Zuta, so he'd consented to learn the dance. Never having danced before, he didn't realize he was so inapt. It'd taken him seven days to learn the intricate steps. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought, or he'd learned well, for Zuta had fallen into his arms afterward.
Now Amber required ten dates. No, nine. If he took a break from recording, he could take her out every day. Nine days would be torture, but worth the wait. He desired lovely Amber like no other being he'd met before.
As he drifted to sleep, Ryja thought that visiting present day Earth might be a good idea. He usually buried his nose in studying a planet's history. But, the current time period would have its fascinating facts as well. And technically, the next day it would be history too, as would the next hour that passed. He was just used to jumping into the past for study. Maybe it would help him understand Amber better too. Ryja yawned. Okay, it was a done deal. Amber was going to be the object of his study, at least for the next nine days.
Amber was glad Ryja was gone when she awoke. He'd been true to his words and had left her alone during the night. A small part of her felt guilty. After all, he'd chosen her as a match, which included the sexual relationship. And the handsome alien was more than she could have wished for as a sex partner. But, she just couldn't jump into bed with him right away.
She wondered again if she should ask him to return her home, and then he could look for a more compatible partner. No, her mind replied. She was having way too much fun, and though Ryja was puzzled by her wishes, he'd agreed to the dating rules. Then there was something inside her that didn't want to let him go. A possessive feeling.
Amber shrugged away her worries. This adventure couldn't last forever. In two months she was due back in class, but until then she was going to have a blast.
Amber took a shower, and then dressed in the same clothes. She was going to have to get more clothing. Perhaps Ryja would let her use the replicator. She found the dining room, and Mica walked in shortly after she arrived, carrying a tray with Danish and fruit. She was going to miss the talented android when she left.
"Where's Ryja?"
"In the library doing research.” Although his voice was a smooth as always, Amber sensed curiosity in his tone.
She smiled, sure of the subject he was investigating.
"Mica, why don't you have a seat so we can become better acquainted?"
He looked surprised, but then sat across from her. Not sure where to begin, she asked the obvious, “Haven't any of Ryja's other girlfriends asked you to chat?"
His face smoothed into an expressionless mask. Had she seen a flash of pain before he switched to a bland face? Now Amber wished she hadn't asked. It was thoughtless, and she felt like she'd crammed her foot way down her throat.
"Most of Ryja's lady friends have ignored me.” He paused. “The two who did speak with me wanted to know more about Ryja."
Oh. She had that in mind when she asked him to be seated. Thinking quickly, she said, “Well, I have to admit I am curious about him, but I really would like to know more about you too."
She waved a hand at the room. “I don't know if you can imagine how shocking all this is to an Earthling."
He smiled. “It is a much smoother transition for women when their home planet is already a member of the Federation."
"So, there have been others like me?"
"Only one."
"I see.” She stared at her plate, deep in thought, then glanced up. “Wouldn't it be against Federation rules or something?"
"They don't encourage contact.” He seemed on the verge of saying something else, but stopped.
"What do you think of Earth?"
"I like it,” Mica's eyes twinkled. “The people I've
When a man wanted a relationship with a maid, he had to learn a courtship dance. If the Wooztis man did not impress the girl with his dance, then there was no sex. Ryja had been taken with the girl, Zuta, so he'd consented to learn the dance. Never having danced before, he didn't realize he was so inapt. It'd taken him seven days to learn the intricate steps. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he thought, or he'd learned well, for Zuta had fallen into his arms afterward.
Now Amber required ten dates. No, nine. If he took a break from recording, he could take her out every day. Nine days would be torture, but worth the wait. He desired lovely Amber like no other being he'd met before.
As he drifted to sleep, Ryja thought that visiting present day Earth might be a good idea. He usually buried his nose in studying a planet's history. But, the current time period would have its fascinating facts as well. And technically, the next day it would be history too, as would the next hour that passed. He was just used to jumping into the past for study. Maybe it would help him understand Amber better too. Ryja yawned. Okay, it was a done deal. Amber was going to be the object of his study, at least for the next nine days.
Amber was glad Ryja was gone when she awoke. He'd been true to his words and had left her alone during the night. A small part of her felt guilty. After all, he'd chosen her as a match, which included the sexual relationship. And the handsome alien was more than she could have wished for as a sex partner. But, she just couldn't jump into bed with him right away.
She wondered again if she should ask him to return her home, and then he could look for a more compatible partner. No, her mind replied. She was having way too much fun, and though Ryja was puzzled by her wishes, he'd agreed to the dating rules. Then there was something inside her that didn't want to let him go. A possessive feeling.
Amber shrugged away her worries. This adventure couldn't last forever. In two months she was due back in class, but until then she was going to have a blast.
Amber took a shower, and then dressed in the same clothes. She was going to have to get more clothing. Perhaps Ryja would let her use the replicator. She found the dining room, and Mica walked in shortly after she arrived, carrying a tray with Danish and fruit. She was going to miss the talented android when she left.
"Where's Ryja?"
"In the library doing research.” Although his voice was a smooth as always, Amber sensed curiosity in his tone.
She smiled, sure of the subject he was investigating.
"Mica, why don't you have a seat so we can become better acquainted?"
He looked surprised, but then sat across from her. Not sure where to begin, she asked the obvious, “Haven't any of Ryja's other girlfriends asked you to chat?"
His face smoothed into an expressionless mask. Had she seen a flash of pain before he switched to a bland face? Now Amber wished she hadn't asked. It was thoughtless, and she felt like she'd crammed her foot way down her throat.
"Most of Ryja's lady friends have ignored me.” He paused. “The two who did speak with me wanted to know more about Ryja."
Oh. She had that in mind when she asked him to be seated. Thinking quickly, she said, “Well, I have to admit I am curious about him, but I really would like to know more about you too."
She waved a hand at the room. “I don't know if you can imagine how shocking all this is to an Earthling."
He smiled. “It is a much smoother transition for women when their home planet is already a member of the Federation."
"So, there have been others like me?"
"Only one."
"I see.” She stared at her plate, deep in thought, then glanced up. “Wouldn't it be against Federation rules or something?"
"They don't encourage contact.” He seemed on the verge of saying something else, but stopped.
"What do you think of Earth?"
"I like it,” Mica's eyes twinkled. “The people I've
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