Authors: Allie Ritch
“I thought it was painful for males to take an Allurian from behind.” Trett raised the point as Quinn started to hump.
Her husband had to talk between grunts. “For Allurian males…uh…it is. Maybe…ah…because of the way…oh…their corona is built. For me…ah, gods…the pressure just feels unbelievably good.” His last word ended on a moan.
With one hand between her shoulders, he shoved Xindra down until her breasts were pressed to the padded table and her butt was angled high for him. As he picked up the pace, every thrust produced a smacking sound like he was lightly spanking her. He’d never been so deep. Xindra was pinned, unable to do anything but take it, and her head was trapped facing the students. She knew they could see the grimace of impending climax on her face, but it was their expression that surprised her.
All of the women, including Pixie, looked captivated, and the men appeared greedy. This position seemed to turn Zeo on in particular, and he sat at the edge of his seat, boldly showing off his erection with parted legs. It was too much.
Xindra was already starting to come when Quinn really let loose and pummeled her.
“I can see myself taking you,” he cried.
He must have caught a glimpse of his penetration onscreen.
With that, Xindra climaxed hard and fast around him, her pussy sucking his cock as he stiffened, pumped twice more, and ground into her. Her orgasm went on so long her whole body trembled with each contraction. Then her insides turned scorching hot as Quinn emptied himself.
“Everyone’s watching baby.”
His words, breathed against her ear, set her off again.
He reached under her to finger her clit and drew it out until there were tears streaming from her eyes. When she finally couldn’t take any more, she pushed his hand away. They collapsed and gasped for breath.
Everything else was silent except for the roaring of blood in Xindra’s ears. Then she heard clapping. Turning her head, she saw the students were on their feet applauding. She supposed she and Quinn had put on quite a performance. Too bad she was too drained to get up and bow.
With a groan of effort, her husband lifted his head to look at them over her shoulder. “Class dismissed. We’ll see you all next time.”
Xindra didn’t move as she watched them file out.
Part Two
Mera and Trett
Chapter Seven
Wishful Thinking
Trett watched the two instructors fall limp on the demonstration table and stood to applaud along with the others. He didn’t know why, but it just seemed like the thing to do. Judging by the quizzical expressions on Quinn and Xindra’s faces, they didn’t fully understand it either. The couple had just displayed the full range from gentle, cooperative lovemaking to primal sex, and they’d done it all with love and affection shining from every pore of their bodies. It was one of the most precious, intimate things he’d ever witnessed. And it was everything he wanted for himself.
At thirty-two, Trett was at the age when most men—at least men like him—started thinking about settling down. He had a nice home, a steady income, and a quiet, mature demeanor. Now he wanted the only thing he was really missing: love. Although it was too soon for that level of connection, at least now he had a serious girlfriend—something he couldn’t have said until a week ago.
He’d met her right here in the doorway of this very classroom. She wasn’t one of the other students, and she wasn’t like anyone he’d ever seen before. No, Mera was pals with the instructors, and she was such a rare beauty he’d been instantly hooked. One glance at her, and he’d known he had to talk to her. Unfortunately, his Allurian classmate, Whitt, must have felt the same way.
The younger man had approached her with a friendly smile. “Hey, you just missed the show. That’ll teach you to be late for class.”
“Actually, I’m a friend of Xindra and Quinn’s,” she’d answered.
Her strong, clear voice had sung through Trett’s chest like the most moving melody. Like most Ibrations, he was easily turned on by the right pitch of voice. At that moment, he’d also been encouraged by the way she’d regarded Whitt. After a short introduction, she’d looked over the Allurian’s dark blue hair, cerulean eyes, and muscular physique and obviously dismissed him as a romantic candidate. All that showed on her face was polite indifference. Trett hadn’t expected that, and judging by the small frown on his face, neither had Whitt.
Trett hadn’t hesitated to make his move. Walking closer, he’d immediately interposed his body between them and offered his hand.
“Hi, I’m Trett Rill. You might want to give your friends a minute. Class just wrapped up.”
He’d felt a tiny zing of pleasure echo through him when her soft skin had pressed against his palm.
“Inamera Qua,” she’d replied. “Everyone calls me Mera.”
Then she’d smiled at him, and he’d been pleased to see a spark of interest in her eyes. She hadn’t dismissed
him
. And when he’d dared to ask her out for a drink, she’d actually agreed to meet him at the sports bar around the block.
Now, as Trett left Xindra and Quinn sweating and panting on the table and walked out into the fresh air, he headed for the nearest tram to take him uptown. Although he was definitely aroused, he couldn’t honestly say if the sex demonstration had gotten to him or if it was just the anticipation of seeing Mera again. He was meeting her for a late supper in thirty minutes, and counting that first drink they’d shared, this was their fourth date. Sexual mores being what they were here in Trilanta, he planned to test the waters after dinner—see if she wanted to take things to the next level. He didn’t think she realized just how badly he wanted her.
The restaurant he chose was perfect for intimate conversation. He arrived five minutes early and secured them a table in the corner where the mood lighting rippled in slow, sultry waves over the jewel-toned décor. The exotic aroma of fusion cuisine swirled around him until he was almost dizzy on the fumes. Settling back into the plush cushions of the bench seat, he angled his head so he’d see her come in.
As usual, Mera was right on time. She entered the room just as one of the digital clocks beeped the hour. He had a moment to take her in before she spotted him: her long legs, tiny breasts, wide shoulders, and rippling waves of silver hair—not grey, but true metallic silver that cascaded past her shoulders. The sight of that beautiful hair made him think of whispery woodwinds and tinkling bells.
Her eyes met his, and he was lost in their coal-colored depths. She navigated her way toward him with a fluid sway of her hips. He was sure his own gaze must be worshipful as he stood to greet her.
“Hey there.” She clasped his hands and leaned in for a quick kiss.
So far, she hadn’t let him sneak more than a few closed-mouth caresses, but he hoped to coax much more from her later tonight.
Trett took in her gauzy blouse and tightly fitted pants and kept one of her hands captive as he sat back down and she settled across from him. “You look great tonight. I hope you don’t mind, but I took a chance and ordered us some Brachoi honey wine to get us started.”
Her smile was brilliant, and she didn’t try to pull her hand away. “Sounds good. It packs a punch, but it’ll delight my sweet tooth.”
One of the waiters hastened over with the bottle and two heated glasses, the best way to sample the alien libation. They also ordered two house salads, which consisted of tangy orange cucumbers and herby florets of Flexian sprouts.
“How was work today?” Trett asked after they’d swallowed a few bites.
Although this was a common conversation starter, he was genuinely interested. Everything about her made him curious to learn more.
She looked amused as she dabbed at some dressing on her lower lip. “Don’t be fooled. Data input isn’t nearly as glamorous as it sounds. Today I got to stare at multi-digit numbers for four straight hours. I had some time off midday, and then I was off to my third job, which is amounting more to physical therapy than personal aerobic training. I can’t wait to get back to teaching classes full-time.”
“You’re teaching twice a week right now, right?”
She nodded and finished chewing. “Just for my regulars this time of year. My next class is tomorrow afternoon, and I have the morning off for once. Although I’m grateful for the extra money, I’m happy my night job ends in a little over a week.”
Trett nodded. This was good, he thought, digesting her words along with the salad. If she had tomorrow morning off, then maybe he could talk her into staying with him the whole night. The idea of taking his time with her in bed made his skin heat up.
“How was the sex?”
He blinked and snapped his wandering attention back to her. “Excuse me?”
“Your class tonight.” She met his eye. “Xindra and Quinn were supposed to model tonight. How did it go? Were they able to talk and demonstrate intercourse at the same time?”
For one of the few times in his life, Trett had to fight off a blush. “They did a remarkable job. I have to admit I was one of the troublemakers who pegged them with a question while they were making love, but I was honestly curious. It was kind of impressive to hear Quinn struggle to answer.”
Mera laughed at that. “You probably just added to his arousal. Quinn was always a wild man with the ladies, and he and Xindra are newlyweds. They’re still experimenting with their sexual tastes as a couple, so everything is an adventure.”
He was glad he’d finished his salad because it was hard to swallow. “Did you and Quinn ever…?”
“Have sex?” Relief flooded him when she shook her head. “Neither of us ever made a move on the other. I like him, and he’s pretty to look at, but we’ve never been anything but friends. And since the second he met Xindra, he’s only had eyes for her.”
Trett knew the feeling.
They were interrupted when the waiter came back over for their entrée order. Mera poured them a fresh glass of wine.
“So did you finger Xindra?” she asked him when they were alone again.
Trett nearly spewed, and the alcohol burned wickedly as he forced it down his throat. Afraid he’d sputter if he opened his mouth, he simply nodded.
Her eyes twinkled merrily. “Unique experience, isn’t it? Before she got married, I had Xindra over for a girls’ night in. That’s an Oquaran wedding tradition—sort of a subdued version of the New Earthling bachelorette party. Anyway, we drank too much, ate an obscene amount of food, and watched dirty movies. She got to talking about the wedding night and sex in general, which led to other things. In short, she ended up regaling me with some details about Allurian anatomy and offered to give me a demonstration. I’m not into other girls, but I’m a good sport. I was also pretty drunk at the time. The next thing I knew, I had my hand down her panties and my fingers inside her. I was shocked to discover she had some things I don’t have.”
“What did you do then?” He was practically light-headed just thinking about the possibilities.
She leaned in confidentially. “Well, then I couldn’t resist exploring further. So I started pumping my fingers in and out of her. That felt so nice, it drew a moan out of her, which made me notice her lips. Next thing I knew, I was pressing my mouth to hers while I worked her, and I was surprised to discover just how soft another woman’s kiss is. Since I’d taken it that far, I figured, what the hell, and I opened up and found she’d already been flicking her tongue out to meet mine. She was growing wetter where I was stroking her, and suddenly I noticed I was straddling her leg. At first I just pressed into her thigh to enjoy the pressure, but that wasn’t enough. I had to rub myself back and forth, making the tension grow inside my body. The video screen behind us caught up with the game plan, and we wound up with a soundtrack as some celebrity couple started some of their own action. They were huffing and yelling, Xindra was keening into my mouth, and I couldn’t help but grunt as I humped her leg. In a flash, it all came together. The vid couple climaxed, Xindra’s fancy sheath clamped down on my fingers, and I had an alcohol-fueled orgasm. As soon it was over, I pulled my hand out, and we sat back to watch the rest of the movie.”
Trett was pretty sure his eyes were bugging out as hard as his erection. Hell, he nearly banged his cock on the table when the waiter’s arrival made him jerk back in his seat. Mera just watched him with amusement as their plates were set in front of them. The waiter scurried off.
“You really did that?” he gasped. “You and Xindra?”
She kept a straight face for a long moment before finally breaking into a fit of laughter. “Of course not. The part about feeling her was true, but I made up the rest.” She wiped at her tears. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t resist. You looked so hopeful when you asked what I’d done next. Why are males so fascinated by the idea of women touching each other?”
Although Trett flushed with embarrassment, he couldn’t help but return a self-mocking smile. “What’s not to like about the idea of multiple, sexually ready females? There’s always the hope that those women will realize what body part they’re missing and invite one of us guys to play too.” He allowed his disappointment to show. “You really had me going there.”
A few more snickers snuck out of her before she dug into her meal. “You’ll get over it.”
He watched her suck an Ibration dangle bean into her mouth in a way that made him shift in his seat.
*
Mera couldn’t remember the last time she’d had so much fun. It wasn’t the restaurant or the conversation or anything they did per se. Being with Trett just made everything more enjoyable. He was such a contradiction: strong and lean, quiet but assertive, manly yet boyish. His blond hair was gold to her silver, and his double-pointed ears made her want to reach out and touch them. She hadn’t even known him for long, but she could already tell she was getting in deep. Which was why she didn’t want to blow it.
The night she’d participated in Quinn and Xindra’s lovemaking was still fresh in Mera’s mind. After watching them, she’d been turned on, but she’d had no one to turn to. She’d been the third wheel when the game was finished. Not knowing what else to do, Mera had picked up some Allurian male in a bar and done him in the bathroom.