Page 32 of No Strings Attached

“Was it what you imagined?”

He laughed, and she felt it both on her body and in her body, where they were still tightly joined. “No,” he said. “That was so far beyond what I ever imagined that they don’t have words for those units of distance. How about you?”

She laughed back. “You heard me scream, didn’t you? That was the best I’ve ever had by those same unnamed units of distance. I just don’t know how we’re going to get my body to start working again for the next two rounds.”

“I have some ideas,” Bobby purred.

After a while, as Bobby gently kicked them around the pool, she could tell from the jolts of sensation through her pussy that her body would have no trouble being ready for round two.

They made casual conversation, which Vi reflected was a little unusual given that he was still buried in her to the hilt. Bobby asked about human mating practices and just could not seem to comprehend what she told him.

“So,” he asked, “anyone can mate with anyone else, any time?”

“If both are willing, yes.”

“And there aren’t any rules from government or family preventing it?”

“Some families and some governments do make rules.”

“How many governments do you have?”

“Umm…hundreds. Maybe thousands. There are hundreds of different nations on Earth, each with their own rules, languages,cultures, and customs. I’m from one of the more liberal nations, so there really aren’t any rules.” She wasn’t about to tell him about good exceptions, like pedophilia laws, or bad ones, like gay bans. Bobby was confused enough as it was, and it wouldn’t paint a very pretty picture of Earth.

“So, in your nation, I could just walk up to a female and ask her to mate?”

“You could, but she’d probably slap you or just walk away, although some small percentage of females might just say ‘yes.’”

“But you just straight-up asked me to mate.”

Vi laughed, “Yeah, the circumstances are a little unique for us. For one, I’ve been resolved to die fighting since I was in the stasis pod. That tends to strip away any shyness. And I’ve never been that shy to begin with. And it’s true what I said, we might just die in here, never found. Why not make the most of our time?”

“So, when I’m on your planet, I would not just approach a female and request mating?”

“No, we have courtship traditions that we tend to observe before mating. Dining together at a nice restaurant and enjoying conversation designed to get to know each other. We have a desire to know and like someone before we have sex with them. Mostly. Sometimes in the hope that that person will become our permanent partner.”

“Permanent sex partner?”

“Permanent life partner.”

“You find an ideal partner with which to mate for life?”

“We hope to. Those partnerships don’t always work out.”

“And this life partner does…what?”

“Everything, alongside us. Builds the home, earns money, raises the children, takes care of the day-to-day responsibilities of life.”

“So, I was a life partner to my mother for the litter after me?”

“From what it sounds like, you were both partners. Except for the sex,” she said, wiggling.

That was all it took for both of them, each letting out a low moan and then Bobby’s hands were in motion, stroking her breasts and bringing her nipples to stiff peaks.

“I could never have even formulated the wish for the miracle that is you, Vi,” he breathed into her ear, and she reached her arm back to hold his neck.

He kicked them off to start their delicious journey around the pool, each leg movement sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her. She gasped and arched her back, marveling at how fast her body was nearing its next climax. She wondered if the micromovements during their pleasant floating and chatting time had been priming her without her awareness.

Bobby’s left hand remained on her nipples while his right hand slipped between her folds. This time, he was bolder and carefully avoided her clitoris while pulling almost obscene moans, groans, “oh gods,” and pleading sounds from her with his long strokes.

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