“What?” Xyzo says.
“Are you, like, in my head?” I say.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean all of this, the way you’re treating me, seducing me, it’s so…” I sigh “It’s absolutely perfect. I’ve just…” I gulp, “I kind of needed this for a long time, and you’re serving it all up to me.”
“Lucy do you think I’d need to have telepathy to be able to tell the wispy girl who blushes when she’s kissed and falls apart at the first touch could possibly be a bottom who likes being told what to do?” Xyzo says.
“Fair…”
“Now, subby girl, you’re wearing way too much clothing. Fix it.” I see a new determination in Xyzo’s eyes, and it turns me on even more. She isdamngood at this.
“Yes…ma’am…” I pull my tank top over my head, my body vibrating with possibility. Transitioning has done wonders for my body image, but I still have massive anxiety when I’m with a new partner. Usually, it’s been with other trans women, which has filled me with less fear, but with people who aren’t trans, it’s always a little fearful. They can be mentally prepared all they want, but they still almost all have a hard time adjusting to how I look. I mean, hell, when I was with my first trans partner, I had a weird surge of anxiety and panic when I saw her girldick the first time. Even though I knew what to expect, the clashing signals between seeing things I identified as femme mixed with one thing that I, at that time, didn’t really see as femme at all, threw me into a small spiral. I recovered quickly, though, and she was…damn…amazing.
“Lucy?” Xyzo says.
“Yeah?”
“I think you were…undressing for me, so we could have sex?” Xyzo raises her brow ridges.
“Right, totally…” I slip my hands behind my back and unhook my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders. Getting used to the strain and slight discomfort of a bra was a hell of a thing to discover as an adult, but now I knew why other women expressed such relief of getting out of them.
I unbutton my jeans, doing my best to not cover my chest, since I can tell Xyzo enjoys the sight of my tits. I might not be busty in any sense of the word, but I’d worked up to healthy C cups that I’m now very proud of.
Sliding the jeans and my panties off, I’m now standing naked in front of Xyzo. I put my hands behind my back, clasping them, proud to show myself off to her. The way she looks at me, a look of near intoxication as she does so, makes me feel beyond incredible.
“You’re not…hard…” she says, looking at my waist.
“Don’t take that as any indication of how turned on I am.” I say, rubbing my thumb over the head of my girldick. “It just takes time. It’ll get there.”
“Alright, just making sure. I want you to have as much fun as I’m having.” Xyzo says with a grin. She slinks her tentacles under the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls up, taking it off and revealing more of herself. Even though Xyzo was naked the first time I saw her, this context makes things entirely different. There’s a pearly shimmer to her skin that reflects in the light perfectly, causing that small problem I had with being hard to start resolving itself pretty quickly.
Xyzo pulls her sweatpants off with a smooth motion, and now, suddenly, both of us are naked in front of each other for the first time.
“So now, subby girl, I think we’re going to do this exactly how I want it, sound good?”
I have to avoid literally passing out from just how fucking hot this is. “Yes…yes…mmm hmm.” I manage.
“I don’t know what you’re waiting for.” She strokes my forearm with a tentacle. “You should already be getting a towel for us.”
I bite the insides of my cheeks to try to not overflow with glee, even though this is something I have every reason to be gleeful about…I guess maybe I don’t want to appear cringey, if aliens have a concept of cringe.
“Would you like us to do this on the bed?” Xyzo sweeps her tentacles toward the corner of the room. The blankets look a little scratchy and likely won’t be too comfortable, but…fuck, who am I kidding, it’ll feel like heaven.
“Probably.” I say with a grin. I walk over to the bed and crawl onto it, flopping down, my nerves still rattling. I’m so exposed.
Xyzo slides into the bed next to me. She grabs at the backpack from the other side of the room, drawing it closer to us,and pulls out another fruit punch. She whips a tentacle around and opens the bottle, setting the cap on the bedside table.
It’s amazing to see Xyzo use her tentacles with such little effort, despite the complex movement. She puts the bottle to her lips and takes a long drink, and I can’t help but think of what her mouth feels like on my body. Kissing was one thing, but this is going to a new level really quickly. But, I guess I’ve learned to adapt to new kinds of intimacy before, what’s another weird swerve when it comes to this stuff?
“So, how…does this all work?” I say.
“How does what work?” She wipes her bottom lip with a tentacle.
“Us having sex.”
Xyzo takes another drink and drains the bottle before guiding it over to the bedside trashcan with a long, slick tentacle that shines a little in the shitty hotel lighting…I can’t help but think of what that tentacle might feel like if she were to use it in…that way…
