There was this science fiction show I was obsessed with. I make no apologies. Yes, I’m a grown man, with a decent job, but how I choose to spend my free time is up to me. Anyone who watched the same show probably felt much the same way. It’s not a series that attracts casual viewers.

This show had a particularly intriguing character, a half-human, half-alien woman. Frankly, she was a big part of the reason I watched. I was obsessed with her. The actress playing her was drop-dead sexy. Any straight man with a pulse would agree.

But the geeky fanboy in me was doubly excited by her when she was done up in her makeup and latex body skin for her role. As she went off gallivanting through the stars on her spaceship with her crew of fellow rogues, I would fantasize shamelessly about fucking her.

Ridiculous? Maybe. So what. Responsible adults go to football games with their faces painted in their teams’ colors and scream into TV cameras.

The starlet on my favorite show was like some idealized woman to me — exotic, fantastical, and also highly intelligent and capable. If such a woman existed in the real world, I would worship at her feet… or at least I’d start off sucking her toes and work my way up her gorgeous body.

OK. Obviously, she didn’t really exist. But fandom has its ways, and I visited online chat groups about the show. Fans from all over traded opinions, gossip and trivia. We shared images from the show, behind the scenes footage and interviews with the performers. I watched everything with my fantasy woman in it.

One day, a new member popped up in one of those online groups. She was a lovely woman who called herself Ana. She posted these oral essays about the show that were very insightful and different from the usual fan rants and raves. I liked how thoughtfully she spoke, and I found myself watching her video posts over and over.

Then it hit me — she looked a lot like the actress I was busy mooning over!

This fact got driven seriously home when she put up her next post. She was in a homemade version of the costume and makeup worn by the character on the show! Sitting there at my computer, my cock surged into diamond-like hardness. Ana was doing lines from the show, using the same inflections and sensual gestures as the actress.

My geekboy mind was blown. I absolutely could not help but whip out my cock and start to pleasure myself there in the privacy of my room. But I stopped before I got carried away and stuffed my boner back in my pants. Ana deserved better behavior from me, even if she had no idea who I was.

I watched her mesmerizing post about five times in a row, appreciating the effort she’d put into the demonstration. I left a comment telling her she almost looked more like the character than the woman who actually played her on the show!

Ana responded to my praise with a sweet thank-you, and my science fiction-obsessed heart soared!

She quickly became a hit with the whole online community that had sprung up around the show. Fans left long comments every time she put up a new post, especially when she donned her whole getup. I wasn’t the only one who found her utterly desirable.

One day, she announced a contest. It was to be a kind of hunt. She would post trivia questions, and she promised to send those who supplied correct answers more pictures of herself in character — in less and less clothing.

She got a ton of attention, naturally. Fanboys and fangirls alike tried to answer her questions. It was hardcore, deep-dive trivia. I played along. The thought of Ana in a scantily clad state made my heart pound. She was fantasy made flesh, even if the whole business was happening over a computer screen.

The chase was on, so to speak. I poured hours into the project. I advanced, along with a diminishing number of winners. Our reward was pictures of Ana, in character, in costumes that revealed more and more of her beautiful body.

Soon she was down to the equivalent of a space-bikini, with her luscious tits almost overflowing her top and the vast part of her succulent flesh exposed. Another win, and I’d see the whole stunningly beautiful package.

The final round, though, was insanely hard. Her questions got esoteric, trivia that was almost on the level of religious study. I gamely plowed ahead, though there were times I wanted to beat my head against the screen.

The ping of an incoming private message woke me where I’d passed out, mentally exhausted, at my computer. I blinked and clicked on it.

Bam! Ana, the ultimate picture. She was still in latex paint, but that was all she wore. She lay there, bare to my eyes. Her legs were spread, her pussy gleaming and her nipples engorged. She had a lascivious look on her lovely face. A caption read: “I wish we could meet.”

I wrote back, commiserating and still drooling over the naked picture. I told her what city I was in.

She came back with: “No WAY!”

She lived nearby and invited me over. I went racing to her place, but at the door to her apartment, I hesitated. I wondered if she’d be in costume — or at least body paint — or if I would see her as she was. I didn’t know which I wanted more.

It was Ana who answered, not the character. Ana. Beautiful Ana, who wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Ana, who beckoned me inside, took my hand and led me to her bedroom. I went, in a daze, with my cock swelling and my eyes devouring her natural nude body. She was all her perfect curves and toned limbs.

“I knew you’d be hot,” she said, before pulling me in for a wet kiss.

Our tongues tangled, and my dick throbbed. I realized this was how I wanted her — not as the show’s character, but as her. Our bodies pressed together, and my hands roamed her smooth flesh. I squeezed her ass and groped her breasts. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. She pulled urgently at my clothes. I stripped, trying to keep caressing and kissing her all the while.

We tumbled together onto her bed.

The contact of her skin on mine was electric. She felt so good in my arms. Our mouths ravished each other. Her hands moved over me, and she made moans of appreciation. When she slipped a hand between us and grasped my hard cock, we both gasped.

She squeezed me and started pumping my shaft. I snaked a hand between her thighs and grazed the wet groove of her pussy. She groaned against my throat. I slid a finger into her, thrilled by her silky interior. I added a second digit, and she sighed sweetly. I fingered her harder and used my thumb to rub her clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried. Then her pussy clamped down tightly around my fingers, and her body jerked with orgasmic delight.

She sighed with her face still pressed to my neck. Then she started kissing a trail down my chest and onto my belly. This gorgeous woman effortlessly slipped between my legs. Her hand closed gently around my balls, then I felt her hot breath on the swollen head of my cock.

She looked up, gave me a bawdy wink and dropped her mouth onto my shaft. I choked back a cry. The pleasure was instant and intense. Her tongue flittered against my erection, making my muscles jump in my legs. I reached out on either side and clawed at the bedclothes. The ring of her lips slid down my twitching shaft. I felt my cockhead enter her throat. She groaned again, and this time, the vibrations were transferred directly to my cock. I somehow held back from shooting off.

Her head rocked up and down on me. She took me down to my balls every time. The suction she gave me was exquisite, and her tongue stayed busy the whole time.

My nerve endings were tingling. Her head rose, then she was crawling up my body. She had a look of hunger on her face, and she was breathing hard through her mouth.

I held my cock steady, and she lowered herself onto my rod. Her cunt was snug and velvety. I loved the feeling of her warmth enveloping me. She twisted this way and that, as if to feel every inch of my cock filling and stretching her. Then she planted a palm on my chest and started riding me.

Her curvy body writhed with a beautiful erotic rhythm. She sank herself down onto me with fluid motions. I thrust my cock upward, jamming myself into her. I reached up and manhandled her tits, tweaking her irresistibly full nipples.

Her eyes were filled with fire. She looked as sexy as hell — like a feral wildcat.

That was when I realized this was like her character’s alien self, a catlike species, barely tamed and still living on instinct. She didn’t need any costume or latex. She fully embodied that fictitious woman.

But she was still Ana, and I was fucking Ana, and I was very goddamn ecstatic about that. She was going wild, bucking crazily, and I sensed her second climax overtaking her like a physical force. She bounced and moaned, and I felt her juices drenching me.

When she started to fall limply to one side, I rolled with her. Once she was on her back, I slid my cock into her once again and started stroking in and out of her. Her post-orgasmic stupor was brief, and she rapidly responded to me. Soon she had her arms around my shoulders and her legs wrapping my waist.

I pounded her, driving deep. Her hips matched the tempo of mine. Our flesh smacked together loudly. She soon succumbed to another climax, but this time I was right with her. All of my control disappeared, and suddenly I was jetting my spunk into her, releasing hot spurts of joy

And to think, a TV show had brought us together. If anyone ever called me a geek again, I would tell them about this.