I knocked on the door to this unassuming house in the poorer part of town. It was a two-story house that probably had a basement, but even if this was where Ken lived, I felt sorry for him. I knew for a fact he wasn't allowed employment, so he was left living off of whatever meager stipend the government was giving him.
My name is Winnie, Winnie Stables, and I'm a college student that was finishing her thesis on the Sakura, but that had been put on hold for the moment.
Let me explain.
First of all, I'll describe myself, because that bit of information is important in relation to the rest of my story.
I'm a twenty-three-year-old, five-foot-tall white girl with a cute face and fine brown hair that I usually wear in a ponytail, but I wear glasses, the big kind with the black rims, and I like to study, so I'm kind of a nerd. I have an hourglass body with C-cup breasts, so it's not like I'm unattractive, but I've never been able to attract the right guy for me, at least until now, but I'll get to that.
I've been living with my roommate, Monet, and she's the one that told me that some Sakura had moved into town, but I hadn't believed her. Boy, was that a mistake. I should have listened to her.
The Sakura are the very few people who were infected by an alien virus that completely changed their genetic makeup. They're completely bald, have snow-white skin, and...here's where it gets weird...they can't wear clothes. That infection was meant to turn people into a slave race for whatever aliens had sent the meteors infected with the virus, so the Sakura were all about...well...how do I put this? They're all about sex.
They're called "Sakura", meaning "Cherry Blossom", because they were first identified in Japan, and that nickname was due to their ivory skin and the red color of their...other parts. You see, the Sakura all have bright red erogenous zones for the human eye to zoom in on, you know, for reproduction purposes. If a human mates with a Sakura, the offspring is supposed to be Sakura, thereby slowly replacing the human race...in theory.
But human beings are unique. Because we evolved without genetic tampering, we're hard to change. So, the Sakura are sterile. They can't have children.
They can't wear clothes either, but that's okay, because they're nearly immune to environmental conditions in general. They have zero aggression because they're a slave race, and they regenerate at such a rate that they're very difficult to kill. That regeneration makes them practically immortal.
So, where do I come in? Well, I kind of had an...encounter...with a Sakura named Ken, Ken Peterson. Okay, when I say "encounter", what I really mean is...uhhh...we fucked...like fucked hard...like so hard that I really, really, really want more.
There's just one problem with this, and it's a serious one. Ever since I jumped on Ken's big red dick, I've been having...an issue. You see, the virus that infected the Sakura is supposed to be inert, at least, I thought it was, but now my skin is pale and my lips are red, like bright red...as are my other sensitive parts. I think I've been infected, at least partially, and that thought scares the hell out of me.
It's actually illegal to have sex with a Sakura, and I could get arrested if anyone finds out, and if they notice that I look a little different...I'm going to be in big trouble, not to mention the discrimination I'll face. If my parents ever found out...Ugh...I don't even want to think about it.
I could lose my school funding...Jesus, I could lose everything. I...I need to talk to Ken. He didn't act like he knew anything when he was pounding me in the laundromat, but maybe he does...I don't know. All I know is that I need to find out.
I knocked on the door again.
The door opened slightly, but it was locked with a chain from the inside, and whomever was on the other side, I couldn't see them. They were hiding behind the door.
"Hello?" came a female voice.
"Uhhh...Is...Does Ken live here?" I asked nervously. "Ken Peterson?"
My breath made frost crystals in the air, because it was close to winter break and it was freezing as hell outside, but for some reason, I wasn't as cold as I had been the other day, so my winter coat was kind of stifling me.
"This is a Sakura residence," said the young woman from the other side of the door.
"I...I know..." I stammered. "My name is Winnie...Winnie Stables."
"Winnie Stables?" asked the unidentified woman. "Are you playing me?"
"N...No!" I choked out. "That's my name...as stupid as it sounds...and I need to speak to Ken!"
"It's illegal to come in here," said the young woman. "This is our residence...Why do you need to speak to Ken?"
"Because I think he may have infected me..." I began.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" hissed the mystery woman. "Do you want to cause a panic? People already hate us for no reason! Get out of here, you crazy bitch, or I'm calling the cops!"
"I can't!" I whined. "I met Ken at the laundromat last night, and we had sex..."
"WHAT!" cried the woman.
There was an immediate unlocking of the chain, the door swiveled open, and then I was grabbed and pulled inside without my permission.
I stumbled into the living room of this place, and I had to catch myself from falling over. I turned around to look at my mystery speaker, and...wow...she was definitely a Sakura.
This young woman wasn't much taller than me, maybe five-four, and I wasn't into girls, but she was gorgeous in a weird alien way; I had to admit that.
She was nude, of course, completely bald and all white, like as white as a piece of copier paper, but she had a perfect hourglass body with beautiful hips that complimented her narrow waist. She sported big D-sized breasts with gorgeous red nipples and areolas in the centers of them, naturally large, shapely breasts that I knew most guys would drool over in an instant. She had a large but sleek vulva, larger than I was used to seeing upon a woman, and that was also a bright red. I could see her crimson labia hanging down from between those big shiny lips, too.
This young woman took a moment to lift the curtains of the window next to the front door, and she peered out into the morning light in a paranoid turning of her bald ivory head, a turning from left to right as if looking for any spying eyes.
She stood, turned, and stared at me with dark, unforgiving eyes.
"Are you fucking with me, or did you really have sex with Ken?" she asked, and she was rather forceful with that question.
"I...I'm not lying!" I stammered. "We met at the laundromat, and I...we...we had sex."
This new Sakura cocked her head to one side and briefly studied me. She walked up to me and rubbed her right thumb across my lips, but I didn't try to stop her.
"No lipstick," she said. "Take off your coat and shirt, then take off your bra."
"Wh...What?" I asked nervously.
She yanked at my coat sleeve, but I pulled away from her out of slight panic.
"Do what I said, you dumb bitch!" she hissed.
"Don't call me names!" I said in return. "You're scaring me!"
"Take...off...your coat...and shirt...and bra," she drawled out, saying it as if I were stupid.
I didn't argue with her this time. I took off my coat, and she took that and held it, waiting impatiently for me to continue. I took off my blue Tee next, she took that, and then I reached around and unhooked my bra. I took off my bra, and she took that from me, too.
I stood there, topless, as she looked me over.
"How long's it been like this?" she asked. "Since last night?"
I stared down at my bright red nipples and areolas and nodded once.
