Cherry Blossom Pt 01

I walked into the living room of our little apartment, hamper in hand. Monet was on the couch, but she was laid out with her hands behind her head, her dark-blue sleep mask over her eyes.

"Is that a little Winnie I hear?" asked the young black woman. "It's a little, little pony prancing in, with a little, little whinny, whinny..."

"Please, don't make fun of me," I said in return.

My name is Winnie Stables, the stupidest name in existence as far I was concerned, but my parents are sadistic...sadistic in that older, out-of-touch, "this will be funny" way...and they'd probably thought it was funny to name me this, so there you have it.

"Oh, come on," sighed Monet as she lifted her mask and gave me a wry smirk. "Cheer up, Winnie. It's laundry time!...That always brightens your day."

"Right," I frowned in return.

Now me? I'm a twenty-three-year-old white girl, but I'm only five-foot-even, short as heck, so I'm self-conscious about my height. I'm cute in the face, but I do wear glasses, black rims with thick lenses, and my fine brown hair is usually back in a ponytail...ha, ha...pony, Winnie...yeah...so I look like a nerd most of the time. I'm normal weight for my height...at least, I think so...and I have an hourglass body with C-cup breasts, so I do attract guys...just not the right kind.

Now my roommate, Monet? She's a glamourous celebrity compared to me. She's the same age as me, but she's five-nine, thin, and beautiful, and she fucking well knows it. It's really annoying sometimes. She should just go on Only Fans or something and make a fortune, but she's too lazy to do that. Hence, why I am the one doing the laundry.

Monet sat up on the couch with a wild look in her dark eyes, a grin on her beautiful face.

"Did you hear?" she asked.

"Hear what?" I replied.

"Some Sakura moved into town," she said.

"Bullshit," I replied again. "There are only forty-four of them in the States."

"That you know of," grinned Monet.

"Why would they move to our little college town?" I asked. "That makes no sense. This place is just big enough for a college and way too small for anything else. It's like a city that didn't quite make it. It's a...a...C.I.T. without the Y...A "College is There", and that's it. There're no Sakura here."

"They are here," nodded Monet. "I heard it on the local news."

"I don't buy it," I frowned. "There's no way."

The Sakura were the few unfortunate souls that had been infected by an alien virus that had come from a meteor shower. Science fiction, I know, but unfortunately for them, this bit was true. These people were first diagnosed in Japan, and they were eventually given the name Sakura, meaning "Cherry Blossom", because of their unusual skin color and...other features.

"Aren't you doing your thesis on the Sakura?" asked Monet. "It seems kind of hypocritical to not just jump at the chance to interview one."

"It's illegal," I frowned. "We're not supposed to come into contact with them."

"Well, that's stupid," said Monet. "Why not?"

"Because they 'might' be infectious, even though they're not," I said. "Their DNA has been altered by an extraterrestrial virus, but the virus was rendered inert by the sheer variability of human DNA. Humans evolved naturally without external influences, so we're walking bacterial and viral factories along with having tons of junk DNA..."

"You're nerding out on me again," sighed Monet. "I got the point with the first sentence."

"Sorry," I sighed in return. "It's just...I would actually love to interview one of them. I'd like to know what it's like to be one...although I wouldn't want to put up with all that discrimination..."

"Yeah," snorted Monet as she rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't know anything about discrimination."

"Sorry," I said sheepishly.

"Eh," she said as she waved me off. "I wonder about them, too...I've heard they walk around naked. Totally in the buff...Au natural."

"Ooooof course," I smiled. "I should have known that's where your interests lay."

"Well?" asked Monet with a wide grin. "Do they?"

"Yeeeeaaaah," I said cautiously. "They do."

"Ooooo," said my roommate. "Now I'm really interested."

"Ugh," I snorted. "You really are a horndog. Just go masturbate or something. You can rub one out while I'm at the laundromat."

"Can't," shrugged Monet. "My clit's sore from masturbating too much."

I laughed at that apt remark, and she joined in with me.

"Go do the laundry, nerd," chuckled Monet. "I want to watch porn."

"Right," I said. "I already know what you're going to do once I leave, because I've heard you way too many times. You're loud, you know."

"Whatever," snorted Monet. "I've heard you with that vibrator of yours. It's like an industrial-strength, wartime machine or something."

"I'm not that loud," I pouted. "At least I don't wake you up in the middle of the night whenever you're in here with a man."

"You actually need a man first, Winnie," smirked Monet. "After you get your cherry popped, then come talk to me."

"Heeeey," I said unhappily. "That's a low blow. I'm saving myself."

"For what?" asked Monet. "Your funeral?"

"I just want the right guy," I shrugged. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"Says you," she said as she waved me off. "Do yourself a favor and go get laid while you're out. You need to pop that cherry, you old maid. Go fuck a Sakura."

"Can't," I shrugged. "It's illegal."

"Whatever, nerd," smirked Monet.

**********

I got out of my little compact car, opened the back door, and took out my laundry basket. I stacked the next basket on top of that one for an awkward balancing act, but I was used to doing this, so it was no big deal.

It was already after eight, so the sun had long gone down. We were getting ready for our winter break at school, so it was cold as hell out, too.

I shivered a little as I crossed the street to the laundromat. There was no one out right now, which was unusual in itself, but the lights were on in the laundromat, though there were blinds drawn down across the windows, also unusual, but I didn't care. The clothes weren't going to wash themselves.

There were two bright white lights above the laundromat with one bright red one in the middle of them, but I figured those were for Christmas decoration, so I ignored them. I shouldn't have ignored them, because in the back of my mind, I knew they had an important meaning behind them, but I ignored them anyway.

I opened up the door and walked in, desperately trying not to let my baskets fall. I walked to one of the center tables in the place, set both baskets down, and fumbled in my coat for my change. These stupid places were supposed to have machines that accepted cards, but for some reason, this one didn't. A throwback, I know, but you made work what you had to work with, and that's all there was to that.

I took out my plastic change bag and took off my coat, setting it aside on the table while I was in here. It was nice and cozy in this place, so there was no need for my coat.

I brought up the colors basket to one of the washing machines, my change in hand, and set the basket down on the grey-tiled floor. I was busy stuffing clothes into the machine when a voice ambushed me from behind, and I was completely unprepared for it.

"It's illegal to be in here right now, you know," came a young male voice.

I jumped a little at the sound of his voice, but as I turned to address him, I received yet another start.

There he was, a Sakura, the first one I'd ever seen in real life.

The man before me was completely nude, with all white skin, white like the whitest snow, completely bald all over his six-foot, perfectly athletic body, his lips a bright red, his huge red penis just swinging down between his legs...

I gave a little shriek from that startle and turned aside, my left hand up in front of my left cheek to block my vision a little.

"Oh, my God..." I said in response.

That's why the lights were on outside. Two white lights with a red in the middle meant a Sakura was using the place. I should have known this...I was doing a thesis on them, after all...but getting the laundry done had completely overridden any common sense I might have had when walking in.

"I...I...I'm so sorry," I stammered. "I forgot about the lights..."

"It's okay," said the man. "I don't mind if you're in here, but I don't want you to get in trouble or anything on my account."

"Uhhh...Oh," I said uncertainly.

I was currently trying not to look at him for obvious reasons, but it was proving difficult.

"If you really need to do the laundry, then go right ahead," said the stranger.

"I...I should probably leave if you're in here," I said nervously. "I just didn't realize..."

"I don't mind the company," said the man. "I don't get to talk to too many people other than my roommates. I wouldn't mind some conversation. I know it's a little selfish, but..."

"Oh..." I said as I thought about this. "Oh, I didn't even think about that...I g...guess it's okay, if you don't mind. I don't think any police are going to show up or anything, right?"

"No," said the man with a slight chuckle. "The owner here gets paid by the federal government for the time I use, so this space is pretty much mine for the time being. Everyone that's ever stumbled in here just turns around and leaves, and I've never once had the police show up. I think they have better things to do."

"Yeah," I said nervously. "I just never expected to see a Sakura in this little town, especially in a laundromat...Wait...Why are you in a laundromat? You don't wear any clo...oooooh...uhhh..."

The young man chuckled again at my fumbling over my own words.

"Well, that's a funny story," he explained. "A lot of trolls and/or misguided people donate clothes to us all the time. It's my task in the house to sort through them all, wash them, and then donate them to Goodwill."

"Oh..." I replied as I thought about this. "That...makes sense...It's also kind of sad..."

I hadn't thought about that poignant observation before I'd said it. Stupid me.

"It's not too bad," said the young man. "I've gotten used to this life. I've been this way for...oooh...three years now, so it's better now, I think...You don't have to look at me, if you don't want to, by the way. If you do, I don't mind...I just don't want you to think I'm sexually harassing you or anything."

"Oh, I know you wouldn't do that," I said without thinking.

"Oh?" asked the young man. "How's that?"

I turned a nice shade of red as I realized my blunder. Well...cat's out of the bag now.

"My thesis at the college is...uhhh...on Sakura," I said in embarrassment.

I turned to address him without thinking about that action either, because my brain was not quite functioning at that moment.

"I swear I didn't know you were in here when I came in, though," I said as I held my hands up, palms out. "I just wasn't thinking. I saw the lights, but I..."

I stared up at his face, because he was a full foot taller than me, but upon viewing that angelic profile, my words died in my throat.

My God, was he beautiful. He had these gorgeous hazel eyes that were like looking into a deep well, and even though he was completely bald, the lights above shining off his skin, that pure-white skin, his lips red, so, so red, he was still flat-out fucking gorgeous.

He had a sheen of a red streak over each eye where his eyebrows had been, so he had the illusion of eyebrows, because without them, I think he would have looked even more uncanny than he already did, but even so...

I fanned my face a little as I felt my cheeks starting to burn.

"Is it hot in here?" I asked.

I said that without taking my eyes off of his beautiful face, and he gave me a keen smile in return.

"I believe you," he said gently. "I could tell you were too busy with your clothes to see me when you came in. I was standing right here."

"Oh..." I said awkwardly. "Uhhh...yeah...Anyway, I...uhhh...heard you guys can't actually harm anyone, so I know you wouldn't do anything bad to me...Right? Is that actually true?"

"Yeah," said the young man. "It's a mental thing. We have no aggression at all, but we can still get snippy. Just ask my roommates."

"Uh, huh..." I said uncertainly.

"That was a joke," he smiled. "I live with two other Sakura, both women about our age."

"Oooooh..." I replied. "So it was a sexist joke?"

He gave a short guffaw and shook his head no.

"I didn't mean to offend you," he smirked. "I was just being an idiot around a pretty girl."

I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Something was going on with me, but I wasn't exactly sure what.

"You think I'm pretty?" I asked.

"Of course," he shrugged. "You've seen yourself in a mirror, right?"

"Y...Yeah..." I stammered.

"I'm Ken, by the way," he said in an easy tone. "Ken Peterson."

"Winnie," I replied. "Winnie Stables."

"Winnie...Stables?" he asked as he gave me a suspicious look.

Oh, my God, I'd forgotten about my stupid name. What was wrong with me tonight?

"That's my actual name," I said quickly. "My idiot parents must have thought they were being funny when I was born. I think my dad wanted to name me Marie, as in Mare, you know, but that ended up being my middle name...Marie, not Mare."

It was his turn to look a little flustered.

"Oh...I'm sorry," he said. "I thought you were just joshing me."

"Unfortunately, no," I said with a slight frown.

"Well..." said Ken. "You are welcome to do your laundry, Winnie. I'm already done with mine. I'm just sorting through them, but I could certainly use the company. Being...this...gets lonely after a while."

"Oh...well...thank you," I replied. "I'll just get mine started...I could always help with yours if you'd like...How much have you got?"

"Six bags," he shrugged.

"Six bags?" I said absentmindedly. "Holy shit, that's a lot."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Well...you'd better get started on yours, I guess. I don't want you to get in trouble for being in here."

"Oh...right..." I replied.

This was turning out to be a really awkward night. Even worse, I had to tear my eyes away from his face. God only knew what it was going to be like for me if I actually studied the rest of him...Oh, the thought of that was making me even hotter...

I quickly finished stuffing the colors into one machine, put in the detergent, fed the machine with quarters, and stuffed my whites into the next machine. I took care of the whites, started that machine, and with those out of the way, I turned my attention back on Ken.

Dumbass me forgot that he was a Sakura, and more importantly, that he was completely naked.

You see, according to my studies, the virus that affected the few people it did was supposed to transform them into something that would change the human race in preparation for enslavement by another race. Whatever alien species had done this, who knew, but all evidence pointed to that.

The Sakura had a mental affect that prevented them from harming others, and they had some kind of medical problem where they couldn't wear clothes...Apparently, their skin produces a slight sheen of mucus that gives them almost complete immunity to environmental hardship, which meant they were fine in either blazing heat or blinding cold, but they could never wear clothes or they would suffer some kind of incredibly itchy rash or something.

Their bodies, no matter how fat or thin they originally were, were now like angelically-molded, perfect human beings, athletic with great muscle tone, and their erogenous zones were all a bright red in comparison to their snow-white skin, a big target for people to zoom in on, because...you know...procreation.

The prevailing theory was that they would lure people into procreating with them, and the resulting offspring would all be Sakura. Only thing was, humans have that complicated bitch of evolved DNA...so human Sakura were all sterile. They could have all the sex they wanted, but they could never have any kids.

They were also very tough to kill. They never aged, making them practically immortal, and they regenerated wounds in seconds that would take days or even months for any normal person. This was important for their survival, because a lot of people automatically hated them.

A lot of people hated them with a passion, in fact, calling them unnatural, the servants of the Devil, slaves of alien overlords, and other such insults, but I found them fascinating, hence my thesis.

All that aside...still... dumbass me forgot that he was a Sakura, and more importantly, that he was completely naked.

This time, I saw him in all his full glory. He was just standing there, studying my face, but I was studying all of him in return.

He may have been tall and lanky when he was human, but as a Sakura, he had a perfect athletic body with just the right amount of muscle. He had small, bright red nipples on his chest, a reddish belly button, great fucking abs...I wanted to lick those abs...oh, fuck, did I want to lick up and down those abs...and of course, a little farther down...

His penis was massive. He had a swinging eight-inch cock, that meant about ten inches erect, thick, not practical joke thick, but still...It was all a beautiful shade of scarlet, that big dick circumcised, a pair of big red balls beneath that.

My pussy flushed with my own cream, making my panties instantly wet. I couldn't even say anything at that moment; I just stood there and trembled a little as my face burned with a passion I had never felt before.

Believe it or not, I was still a virgin. Yeah, twenty-three and a virgin, but I had my reasons. I'd never really been interested in having sex with just whomever before, and I had my custom-made, special-ordered vibrator, so I didn't actually need a man yet.

Ken just gave me a strange look and blinked a couple of times.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

My clit was throbbing, and trust me, I wanted to stroke it so badly, just rub it on the corner of the washing machine that was currently washing my clothes.

"I...I...I...You..." I stammered. "You...are...so beautiful..."

"What?" asked Ken in confusion.

"You...You're gorgeous," I said like an idiot.

"I...uhhh...Okay," said Ken.

I walked up to him and ran the fingers of my right hand down his bare chest until they ran over his small, pert, red left nipple. His beautiful little nipple grew firm and erect at my gentle touch.

"Whoa...Winnie..." breathed Ken. "Slow down, girl."

"Are you making fun of me?" I breathed out in return.

I ran my left-hand fingers down the right side of his chest until they brushed over his small red right nipple, and it, too, grew firm and erect at my touch.

"No...It's just..." said Ken. "This is...It's the pheromones...You have to stop..."

Oh, right, the pheromones. I'd forgotten about that. The Sakura emitted pheromones that turned on the opposite sex for...you know...breeding purposes. Even so...Goddamn...I didn't fucking care...

"It's okay," I said softly. "It's fine."

I ran my small hands down his muscular sides until my fingers brushed over the smooth, slightly moist skin of his firm, bare bottom. My hands were a little wet with his weird, clear, skin mucus, but...for some strange reason, it just reminded me of lube, so that didn't turn me off at all.

"You shouldn't be doing this," said Ken in a warning tone. "We could both get in trouble, serious trouble. Plus, you could get sick...It's not that I don't want to, because I do, but..."

Good enough for me.

I dropped to my knees and took that huge red cock into my right hand. Before I knew it, my lips were around his bulbous, crimson glans, and then I had four inches of pure power in my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I slurped up and down that giant meat a couple of times after that, savoring the rich, wonderful taste of his huge penis.