Immediately, Professor Kroft scrambled to her feet and fell into the classic “girl-trying-to-hide-the-good-parts” pose. She covered her big boobs with one arm and cupped a hand over her sex, which after I took a quick glance—was shaved down to a landing strip.

The professor had long, black curly hair, a little frizzy after being hit by the storm. I’d never seen it long. Normally it was bun, but now it cascaded down her back.

Also, I’d never seen her without glasses. I liked the glasses, but I guess they’d burned up in the storm like everything else.

I was surprised to see various tattoos on the professor. I wasn’t going to stare, so I couldn’t really get a sense of them all. There were some words, some images, a bird maybe, or a butterfly.

“Sid! How long have you been here?” she asked.

“Maybe an hour. Maybe more.” I thought about all the time I spent on the floor of the spaceship in agonizing pain. Was I going to tell her about the alien ring or the messages that kept appearing in my vision? “What happened to you?”

The beautiful professor stood with her mouth open. “You were having sex with Merida. On my field trip.”

“That wasn’t my fault,” I said. Then I smiled. “Okay, it was half my fault. Merida grabbed me and led me away. I was surprised as she was, but suddenly, we were both so horny.”

“Me too,” the professor admitted. She still didn’t drop her hands. “It seemed Merida felt it as well. Did that strange storm consume her?”

“I don’t think so. But it hit me, obviously. What about Billie?”

The Professor paused. “She ran from me. I couldn’t help but take a curiosity in the phenomenon. There were warnings, in the petroglyphs, about the lightning knife clouds, but I didn’t understand it. I guess now I do.”

She turned, slightly, to take in the towering redwoods rising up from the sage, juniper and dust where we stood. Then she took in the dunes. “What is this place?”

“I don’t know. I, uh, found a spaceship, and there might be a monster in the forest. At least I have guns and clothes. I can get some for you.”

The professor turned, smiling. “Clothes or just the guns? Perhaps you would like me better running around naked.”

My hardon returned, making the front of my jumpsuit bulge.

Her eyes went to it.

She spun around.

I had the perfect view of her ass, which was round and full, a wonderful attribute of her hour-glass figure.

There was no way I could stop myself from staring.

“Obviously, Mr. Marshall, I’m still aroused because I flirted with you, a student, and that cannot happen. I know, you have certain needs, and men your age are particularly, uh, hormonal, but let me assure you, you and I cannot be intimate.”

I continued to stare at the line of her ass. To my credit, I didn’t stoop to try and catch a glimpse of her sex.

Finally, I marched away from her. “Okay, Professor. I get it. Let me get you some clothes and a gun, but don’t go anywhere.”

“I’m not staying here alone!” I heard the alarm in her voice, but she soon got control of herself. “Of course, I’m going with you to this supposed spaceship. I cannot miss that.”

“Okay. Follow me.”

We trekked toward the ship, but this time, several dunes shivered as sand slid and shifted. I thought I saw something moving underneath the ground, but soon the landscape was still.

I kept my eyes open, rifle in my hands, while I told the professor about everything that had already happened to me. I let her know about the ring, the scans, and the possible optimizations, though I didn’t know what that really meant.

It was hard to concentrate with the naked professor right next to me, and I was so turned on already. There was something about the patchwork world that heightened our libidos. It was why Merida had pulled me into the bushes.

We finally made it to the ship, and I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed when the professor zipped up her jumpsuit.

However, once we stood face to face again, I noticed that I could see her nipples through the material, which adjusted itself to cover her. She’d left the front unzipped a bit, so I could also see her cleavage. Why did she do that?

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Like me, she was probably horny.

When she bent over to strap on her sandals, I could see her tits dangling, and again, I got hard.

I hid my erection by going over to a cabinet and grabbing her a rifle and a pistol. There were two guns left.

“I don’t know how to reload them, but we have twenty-five shots a piece. I think they’re like blasters, the energy weapons from Star Wars. I’m not sure how I feel about that because if the monster is as big as I think it is, bullets might work better.”

“I don’t like guns,” the professor sniffed.

“Yeah, well, I don’t think the monster will like them either.

She sighed. “Fine. The pistol. You just pull the trigger, am I correct?

“Correct.” I tried some of the other cabinets again, but they were all still locked. Glancing around, I shook my head. “I found a toolbox type of thing, but I’d like something else to use to carry water.”

The professor immediately came up with any number of good ideas. “If we did kill an animal, we could use the stomach for a water skin. Also, the rain forest might have reed-like plants. In Borneo, I learned how to weave watertight baskets, though the skill is not unique to the peoples of that part of the world. There are many Native American tribes in the United States that could make extraordinary baskets including the Ute, the Apache, the Shoshoni, the Awani in California—”

I cut her off. “I get it. That’s good news.”

The professor then wandered around the spacecraft, squinting. “While I can’t see very well, I do have some theories. The alien’s cause of death is probably blunt force trauma from the crash. You can see that half of the spaceship was sheared off. It then crashed into the dune before being half-covered by the shifting sands. It could be the forces inside the energy storm reacts differently to organic material.”

It made sense until I really thought about it. “But it did bring part of the bus and those are Colorado junipers, so it doesn’t just burn up inorganic life.”

“It might be beyond outstanding.” The professor sighed. “No, it is definitely beyond our understanding.”

She glanced down at the dead alien. “If I were to guess, I would think the alien pilot was some kind of cat man hybrid.”

“Which means there might be cat girls on this world,” I mused, trying not to sound like a big nerd.

The professor arched an eyebrow. “A cat girl?”

“A neko, like from anime,” I tried not to be awkward. Explaining anime was never easy. Most of the time, it led to…

“Yes. I understand. Hentai, tentacles in inappropriate places, and other such adolescent fantasies. I know, Mr. Marshall. I know.”

“You can call me Sid,” I said. “And I don’t want to keep calling your professor, or doctor, or whatever. What’s your first name?”

We stood there for several long seconds, sweating. The inside of the spaceship was basically an oven, and we were both sweating buckets. I could smell her…both her perfume and her body.

I didn’t even try and hide my hardon. Fuck it. She knew what she was doing to me simply by standing there.

I could feel the sexual tension. It was like we were kissing without kissing.

She lifted a hand to one of her heavy breasts, to touch her nipple, and then she zipped up her jumpsuit. “I’m sorry, Sid, but I think you should continue to refer to me as Professor Kroft. I’ve gone my entire career without sleeping with a student, and I don’t plan on that changing. Besides, we won’t be here for long. We’ll find a way home. Until then, you and I will have to, um, take care of our needs ourselves. Something about this place is triggering our libidos, obviously.”

“Magic,” I said. “The ring’s messages suggested there was a strange energy here when it scanned, you know, my junk.”

“Your junk?” she asked. “There’s a lot of junk there.”

“Thanks.”

She closed her eyes. “No, don’t thank me. Just…just give me a minute. Would it be possible for you to walk back to the bus alone? I need some time to think.”

“And you want to do it here? It’s really hot…”

Eyes open and shining with lust, she licked her lips. “I know. I like the heat. I like it when I get sweaty.”

Then it hit me. She wasn’t staying in the spaceship to think. She was going to get naked and masturbate like crazy.

I wanted to stay to watch, but no, she’d made her boundaries clear. “Sure. I’ll take the other set of clothes and the guns back to the bus. While you, uh, think.”

She winced. “I don’t suppose you’d help me bury the alien. It’s presence here, might, uh, get in the way of me…thinking.”

We moved the body into a shallow grave and then pushed sand over it.

I kept thinking the ring would do something, or I’d get an update, but no. How long would the scans take?

“Okay. Thank you, Sid,” the professor said. “I’ll catch up with you shortly.”

“Okay.”

I was walking across the sands when I heard her unzip her jumpsuit. Then, images of her touching her tits and putting a hand between her legs filled my head. If she was feeling like I was, it would take ten seconds for her to make herself come.

I forced myself not to think about her. I had to focus on survival.

Why was Professor Kroft so certain we’d get home?

I wasn’t so sure. What had happened to us was out of the normal. Maybe it had had happened to some Ute guy thousands of years ago and maybe and the other Native Americans left the petroglyphs as a warning. I could see Merida and the rest of the people standing around, after the swirling black clouds had passed, scratching their heads. They would certainly tell people to stay away.

There had to be some time mechanics at work. Those black clouds had hit me first, but it couldn’t have been hours before it reached Professor Kroft. What if seconds there were hours in the new world?

Well, if the energy storm hit Billie next, she would probably show up eventually. Her and the professor had been standing so close.

I hoped Billie had escaped. Being here with her would be a total pain in the ass. Then again, I wouldn’t be competing against any football players. It would be her and me…and the professor, with her tattoos and desires.

I turned around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the professor, but all I saw was the metal of the spaceship in the dunes. I took a deep breath. I was so hard that I couldn’t think straight. But I wasn’t going to jerk off in the middle of the desert, not when the sands shivered in the distance.

I expected to see a giant sand worm, like from Dune, come bursting up.

Instead, there was nothing except for a hot breeze.

I made it back to the bus in time to see Billie come spilling out of the sky.

One minute she wasn’t there and the next, she’s on her hands and knees, little titties dangling from her chest, as the sun reddened her pale skin. She was far thinner than my MILF-y professor, so much blonder, and yet, she had an ass just as round, though far more muscular. Billie’s nipples were as pink as the professors, but far puffier.

She looked up at me. “What in the fuck, Sid?”

I knew how to answer that, but I wasn’t sure it was the kind of fuck she wanted.