Other-Worldly Blackness 01

Can Love Grow Beyond Space and Time? What About SEX?

Lit. Readers:

I know for Sci-Fi, this may seem somewhat of a long story. Sometimes I go overboard with the details. I have always thought that if you can paint the picture correctly, the story will come to life.

Just the ramblings of an old man with nothing to do. I hope everyone enjoys my feeble attempts at writing.

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It Was Just Another Day.

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It was just another bright and sunny day as I relaxed in front of the local grocery store. I sat there in the shade, amongst the tables of the covered outdoor area of the coffee shop, which was part of the grocery store. The dark espresso coffee with a couple of sugars in my hand was still hot and very strong, which I loved so much.

The day was perfect; it was neither too hot nor too cold, with clear skies, and just another wonderful day in the South. I watched as the people paraded by; some waved, some didn't, and it was just another day.

Being just now 35, surprisingly enough, I had retired. As a former computer systems and upper management consultant, I took advantage of several stock tips from the upper echelons of clients and made a fortune in my investments.

I suppose you could call it insider trading information since they told me the direction their companies were heading in the coming months. The amounts I made set me up for life. This was like a dream come true; now, my never having to worry about finances ever again.

Although I never married, and was constantly alone. I guess others would describe me as a kind of introverted, reclusive loner type of guy. No family whatsoever; my parents had passed away long ago. It was just me and no one else.

I had always longed for someone in my life, although I never found a real woman to love. Every woman nowadays seems so plastic and fake, only wanting for themselves, not really caring about the man.

Always being a fitness nut, I work out with weights, swimming, and running several miles each day. I stand six feet two inches tall, with relatively large, broad shoulders, good-sized arms, pecs, traps, and a nice six-pack that any man would die to have. Yes, women hit on me constantly. Although once I got to know them, they all seemed to want money or gifts, never caring about what I wanted.

As my mind rolled through the memories of my life, I noticed a very tiny thin petite little female walking up to the grocery store. She was indeed tiny (I suppose, a lot less than 5ft tall). What drew my eyes to her was that she was the darkest person I had ever seen in my entire life.

Traveling extensively around the world for work, I had met people from nearly every nationality. Color meant nothing to me. The mindset, common sense, and attitude of people were the only things I ever noticed.

Although this tiny little girl was totally different. Every person I had ever seen before, whether they were pale, light, dark, pecan tan, chocolate, or even deep dark chocolate, always had some hint of coloring to their skin, tan, yellowish, brown, or whatever. (But No!) This tiny little pixie was like a walking black shadow of death. Almost like some kind of little black she-demon death spawn, or like looking directly into a black hole in deep space.

My mind wandered, thinking about the new black recently created. Vantablack, which claims light absorption at 99.965%. Most people have a kind of glow to them in the bright sunlight due to the oils in their skin reflecting the light.

Not this little girl. She was nothing but pure black, with no color whatsoever. Her long, flowing, completely raven black hair was difficult to distinguish from her pure black skin. There was some kind of ultimate pride in her gait as she walked into the store, and I sat there, mesmerized at what I had just witnessed.

In a minute or two, I downed my coffee and stood up. I needed to see more of her. Going inside, I grabbed a shopping cart to avoid looking like a perv and looked around. She was in the produce section, so I strolled over there.

She had a few items in her cart and carefully smelled each vegetable she selected. She would either place it in her cart or set it down and smell another one. I couldn't stand it any longer, so I grabbed a few things, placed them in my cart, moved closer to her, and asked.

"I've never seen anyone smell the food like you are doing. Would it offend you if I asked why?"

She looked up at me, and it hit me hard, deep within my stupid male brain. Her eyes were the most gorgeous, bright, deep Sapphire blue I had ever seen on any person. They were almost like deep blue neon lights shining up at me. Remarkably, her irises emitted silvery specks that danced within those deep blue orbs.

I actually gasped at the vision of the striking deep blue and silver against the total black of her skin. Now, being next to her, YES, her skin had no color at all; it was just pure black as the night sky.

She reached into her cart and handed me the tomato she had placed there, saying.

"Smell This! -- Smell the sweetness and the flavor in your nose?"

As she spoke, her tiny voice carried a musical, heavenly, harp-like quality that flowed through and resonated in my very soul. As she handed me the tomato, I noticed her fingernails were long and really thick and very pointed, almost like claws.

I told her yes.

Then she handed me the one she had in her other hand, telling me to smell this one.

"Can you smell the light, foul, acid-like smell?"

To my utter amazement, I told her yes.

A faint grin came on her tiny, pure black lips, saying. "This one is not as fresh as the one I chose."

I couldn't explain it if I tried, although standing next to her, everything around us seemed brighter and more vibrant. I gave her the tomato back, and she placed it in the bin, not wanting that one. Then, like the stupid male I was, I held out my hand and spoke.

"I'm Jim! -- May I know your name?"

She stared at my hand for a few seconds, almost not sure as what to do. Then she placed her hand in mine.

As our fingers met for the first time, I felt a very powerful electrical shock surge up my arm and through my entire body as her hand softly touched mine. She felt it, too, and we both loudly gasped simultaneously. It couldn't have been a static shock; we both were standing on a concrete floor. Then I heard her whisper out loud.

"That Has Never Happened Before!"

She looked up at me, and I swear those silvery flecks in her deep blue eyes actually sparkled a little with her saying. "My name is Yakeiva!"

Smiling down at her, my mind was now reeling. "Yakeiva, I've never heard that name before. It's very lovely. Where are you from?"

As she replied, I noticed another cute, faint little grin on her pure black, thin lips. "I'm not from around here, just arrived two days ago."

Now that the ice was broken, I gently ogled her for several seconds. Her totally pure black skin was heavenly, erotic, and seductive. She had high cheekbones, a tiny little pixie-like button nose with thin lips, and big deep dimples when she smiled.

Yes, (She Was Tiny!); in my mind, I thought she could not be more than four and a half feet tall if not much shorter. She looked like a pure black heavenly little cherub. Not skinny in any way.

I almost chuckled, noticing she was so tiny, practically like standing next to a child. The top of her head was barely up to my pecs. She wore a tight-fitting black jumpsuit-like outfit, although I could see she was all woman with her petite, tiny wasp-like waist and gorgeously thin little hips.

She wasn't big up top, although there was enough size to her breasts that any man would surely drool over. Her thick, silky raven black mane flowed around her like pure dark streams of midnight running down to almost her waist. Even in her tight-fitting jumpsuit, with her petite little curves, I thought she must have beautiful legs.

She was wearing some sort of boot-like shoes with taller heels than standard boots on those very tiny-looking little feet. Again, I had never seen any person so utterly black and void of any coloring, only pure black. If she had had wings, she would indeed have looked like a heavenly, pure black angel. Indeed, she was the tiniest woman I had ever met. With her gorgeous, slender, womanly curves and pure black skin, I so much wanted to grab her up into my arms and hold her tightly against me.

The one thing that struck me as really odd was every person of color I had ever seen or met. Their palms and the bottom of their feet were a much lighter color. Yakeiva's palm was just as pure black as the rest of her skin or raven hair.

Even with the electrical shock when our hands met, the softness of her touch was something I had never encountered before.

I asked her. "Do you live around here?"

She lightly shook her head no, replying.

"No, I only wanted to see if the food here was edible."

My eyebrows went up a little, as I responded.

"I've shopped at this store ever since it opened many years ago. You won't find any better food anywhere."

With that, she added. "Unknown, this will be determined." Turning to walk away.

I blurted out. "Would you mind if I accompany you? I really would like to get to know you better."

She didn't stop replying over her shoulder. "For what purpose?"

Now, I was in a pickle, doing my best and trying to come up with something. "I'm intrigued by your knowledge of the produce and would like to find out if your personality is just as fascinating as well."

That seemed to get her attention, and she stopped looking up at me, giving me a questionable glare. Those Sapphire orbs seemed to bore into my soul as she stared back up at me.

"Very well, I have much to look at."

She turned and started walking away, with me following close behind. The very noticeable plumpness and bounce of her little gorgeous ass cheeks as she walked was truly intoxicating.

She did her thing, smelling everything she touched, picking only a few things as she went along. When we reached the cheese section, she uttered. "All of this smells bad!"

Thinking that they only ate fresh food wherever she was from, I quickly replied.

"The flavor of some food improves with age. Cheese has almost no flavor when freshly made; everybody knows that." She gave me a stern, questionable look.

As we got to the meat section, I asked. "Do you eat meat?" She replied. "Only if it is fresh."

Then I chuckled, saying. "Unless you're buying fish, this section is a no. All meat is aged. Fresh meat is generally too tough to chew. Aging not only makes it more tender but also enhances the flavor. I pointed over to the frozen food section, adding.

"Other than frozen bread, I would assume that section is also out. Some frozen food could be months old."

She walked around a little more, not going down any of the aisles with boxed foodstuffs.

As we walked around, I followed behind her, my eyes were locked on that luscious rear end. I also noticed an aroma emanating from her that was not perfume; it was the natural scent of her body. I couldn't describe it if I had to, although it was more intoxicating than being stone-cold drunk. After a little while, she turned to me, saying. "I will leave now and return in two of your days for more food. Do not follow me."

She quickly rounded the corner to the next aisle, moving out of sight. For several seconds, I stood there wondering why she had said that. Then, quickly trying to catch up with her again, I rounded the corner and froze. She was gone! My only thoughts were.

'Where did she go? How the hell did she get down this aisle so fast?' I just shrugged and walked away.

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Two days later, I was sitting in front of the grocery store again, about the same time as before, again with a strong coffee in hand. As the people walked by, I waved and spoke to several of them, as I always did. With my coffee finished now, I just sat there, hoping she would reappear. It must have been at least ten minutes more, and then she walked up.

Seeing that really tiny, little, slender, totally black little girl again made my heart almost jump out of my chest. As she approached, I blurted out. "Yakeiva," and waved at her to join me.

She walked over, not saying anything, and just stood there staring at me. I almost chuckled, seeing that she was so short and petite that she was not much taller than me sitting down as I was.

This time, she was wearing different clothes. Yakeiva wore a skin-tight set of black slacks that looked as if they were painted on, due to their very tight fit. Also, noticing a rather nice plump camel toe that almost made me drool.

She wore a dull gray top, making her colorless, pure black skin really stand out. She wore a pair of sandals with short heels on her tiny little feet. I almost gasped out loud, seeing her legs against the tight form-fitting slacks.

Any supermodel would die for legs like hers. Yes! Those tiny, gorgeous little feet were pure black on top and seemed to be the same on the sides and bottoms from what I could see. I smiled at her, asking.

"Back for more fruit and vegetables?"

She nodded, saying. "Yes, also, I need to try some of the other things. Your assistance is required."

With that, she turned and walked into the store, and I followed. As I stared at her walking in front of me, her little plump rear end was even more pronounced in the slacks. Her slacks were almost like the tight-fitting yoga pants women wear that fully show their entire ass crack. Yes, I was drooling.

With every step she took, my heart skipped a beat watching each of her cheeks bounce up and down. I really had to fight the feelings I was developing as I watched the most gorgeous, plump little ass giggle in front of me.

Never in my life had the appearance of a woman captivated me in this way. Yes, I had seen many beautiful women before. But, this little thing, her pure black skin, that flowing mane of raven black hair down to her waist, her very tiny stature, her body aroma, and that plump ass!

It was truly a struggle not to let my member show his desire as we walked.

Yakeiva grabbed a shopping cart and headed to the produce section. She picked a few fruits and vegetables, sniffing each one, then headed to the back of the store. She stopped at the cheese section, asking.

"I need to try some of this and some meat. What do you suggest?"

I replied, asking. "Do you like strong flavors or mild?"

She answered with mild flavors. I looked them over and chose a package of small mozzarella pearls, thinking they would be the mildest.

When we reached the meat section, I asked.

"What type of meat do you prefer, beef, pork, lamb, or chicken?"

Again, she said mild. I thought about chicken; everybody likes chicken. Then my eye caught some nice one-inch-thick veal steaks, and I chose those. I asked her if she had ever cooked anything like this before, and she answered no.

My eyebrows went up, thinking, now's my chance.

"If I may, I'm a fairly good cook. Would you be willing to let me cook dinner for you? I live not too far away."

She gave me a puzzled look that said (Are You Crazy!) Then, after about five seconds of staring up at me, she replied. "That will be possible."

My smile was from ear to ear. I told her I needed some other things, and we returned to the produce section. Pointing down at the asparagus, I asked her to choose some. Yakeiva picked up a few, sniffing and setting them down until she found the bunch she liked. We did the same with the russet potatoes, carrots, and lemons.

Knowing what was next, I went to the pastry counter, asking so Yakeiva could clearly hear me.

"Do you have any fresh key lime pie that was made today?"

The counter lady said she had just put some fresh ones in the cooler about an hour ago. We picked one, and we headed to the checkout counter. Standing in line, Yakeiva noticed the other people paying for their food and spoke.

"We do not use currency where I am from."

That shocked the hell out of me, thinking.

'I don't know of anywhere on Earth that is still on the barter system?'

I told her not to worry, and I'll take care of it. As we headed out, I asked where she was parked, and she stunned me again by saying, "I do not have a vehicle."

I told her my truck was right over there. Loading up the food, I opened her door, and again, she just stared at me. I motioned for her to get in, and she climbed up into my truck.

Seeing those lovely, pure black legs and that tight little plump rear end up close, I almost gasped out in pleasure. The sight from behind of that lovely camel toe made my brain freeze.

On the drive home, I noticed her intently staring at everything I did while driving. I stopped at a farmhouse and purchased a dozen fresh eggs. Yakeiva didn't say anything all the way to my place.

My house and land are very secluded and located a little more than five miles up in the mountains. It sits on almost eleven acres of land and is far away from town. The outside walls were six inches thick of granite when I had the house built. They had such excellent insulation quality that the air conditioning rarely kicked on, even on the hottest summer days.

With all the influx of millions of illegal aliens from the southern border, I had fortified everything, almost like living in a bunker of sorts.

When we arrived, I went around and opened her door, holding out my hand so she could get down. She stared for a moment and then grabbed my hand. There was that strong electrical shock again as our hands met.

We both grinned a little at the sensation. I gathered up the grocery bags and led her to the front door. Unlocking the door, I motioned for her to enter first.

As I put the bags down in the kitchen, she stood there looking around at everything. Then she blurted out.

"Your dwelling is adequate, although very full,"

I replied. "Yes, you could say that. I've collected a lot of things from around the world."

Then she went into my library, staring at the entire wall of books and asking. "You have read all of these?"

My answer was, "Yes, some of them several times."

She walked around my home like she owned it, looking at everything. I asked her if she would like a glass of wine. Her stare was almost comical, as puzzling as it was. I poured a small amount into one of my better wine glasses and handed it to her, saying.

"Have a taste. If you don't like it, I'll drink it myself."

She took a sip, and her pure black eyebrows went up with her response. "Not Unpleasant! -- What is it?"

Now, my eyebrows went up. Here was a girl who had never tasted alcohol before.

I explained,

"It's Pinot Noir, a red wine from Italy made from grapes." There was only a tiny amount in the glass, to begin with. She turned the glass up and finished what was there. Then, holding the glass out to me. I gently asked, "Would you like some more?"

She nodded her head yes. So, I poured her about a third of a glass full and one for myself.

Returning to the kitchen, I steamed the asparagus, stir-fried some honey-ginger carrots, and made some fresh, homemade hollandaise sauce. Salted and prepped the steaks and air-fried the baked potatoes. Those gorgeous, deep blue eyes drilled into everything I did. Stepping out onto the back deck, I fired up the grill and waited for it to heat up. In a few moments,

Yakeiva came out, marveling at the steaks as I placed them on the grill, where they sizzled loudly. She looked around, saw my swimming pool and all the wooded land around my home, and spoke.

"It is very pleasant here, unlike before with the noise and people."

When the steaks were ready, I turned the grill off and motioned for her to follow me inside. Dishing out our plates, I told her to sit down. Setting her plate before her, we had veal steak, a baked potato, fresh asparagus with hollandaise sauce, and honey-ginger fried carrots.