It's My Party

"Hush Toshi! Not now!" Quickly, before Mark could object, Frida sat up and then squatted over Mark's supine body. Her hips were above his groin, her legs splayed open. Her intention was to get Mark inside of her before Mark would think to protest. Once Mark had the pleasure of her vagina working his erection, she felt sure he would not resist.

"Frida!" Toshi insisted. "We promised!"

Frida growled, a raw expression of pure emotional desire. "I don't want to wait anymore!" She rubbed her grip up and down his penis. "I can feel his desire! His desire is for me!"

"Of course it is! He loves you! But don't take him like this!"

Toshi's words seemed to jar Mark free from Frida's magic. He sat up and faced Frida, kissing her cheeks and eyes. She groaned in dismay as his penis slipped from her hand, and then his hand came and held hers. "Frida," Mark whispered tenderly as he kissed Frida's ear.

"You don't want me now, do you?" she whimpered.

There was silence for a moment, with Mark gently caressing her cheek. "Of course I want you," he whispered. The caress became a hug. "But can we wait, just a little longer?"

Toshi hissed. "Frida! Are you fertile?"

"Huh?" She gulped. "Hell, I don't know. Maybe. I've been off birth control for a month now. My cycle's all messed up. Oh hell! We spent so much time dreaming today. It's so hard to keep track of things that are still in real time."

Mark kept hugging her, an intimate hold, wrapping his arms around her and petting her, rocking back and forth, feeling Frida unwind in the affectionate embrace. They shared a long kiss. It was simply playful at first, but then Frida started offering more with the tip of her tongue, and after a moment Mark accepted the invitation. The playfulness quickly evolved into something more, but this time Mark and Frida were meeting as equal partners. Toshi realized that and kept silent.

Mark's hands were caressing Frida's hips, gripping the strong bones on both sides of her pelvis. Her tongue gave a last lick to the visiting tongue in her mouth and then she moved her head to kiss his cheek and ear. "Mark, make love with me?"

Mark shivered, overwhelmed by this beautiful feminine creature in his arms. He shook his head no and reclined from his sitting position, pulling Frida back down to lie with him. Their hands caressed each other for a while, love and uncertainty and sexual desire and bashfulness all mixing together in ways neither had experience with. Mark's hand came up and cupped a soft breast.

Frida lay perfectly still, her eyes closed, her body in the most submissive posture she could think of. Her thighs were parted and she thought if she could only entice Mark to start playing with her pubic fur, then he would probably mount her. But the hand on her breast, it was not an arousing stroke. He was just cupping her, pure affection and tenderness. She sighed heavily and took his hand and kissed it. "It's okay. You want to wait, huh?"

Mark answered indirectly, caressing the side of her head with his fingertips for a while and then asking, "Would you like a back rub?"

Frida smiled and nodded, turning over to lie on her stomach and stretching out her limbs. "Rump too, like in our dreams, would that be okay?"

Mark responded patting the back of her thigh and then moving his hand to playfully grip a butt cheek. "Sure, okay."

Frida wriggled in response. "In the center too?"

"Uh…"

"Come on Mark, we did it in the link today." Frida smiled at him in the darkness. "Of course, if you don't think my butt looks cute enough to tempt you in real life…"

Mark snorted. They both knew they were playing with each other. "Well, we'll see," he answered noncommittally, and then after a playful swat on her right cheek, his hands moved up to her shoulders and he started the massage.

It took a long time to unwind her. Frida's body at first was wound up with sexual tension. But after months of sharing intimate dreams, Mark knew just how to unwind her. She liked a combination of firm strokes along her muscles mixed in with gentle caresses on her skin. Mark would often bend down and kiss the back of her neck as he massaged her, and more than once he told her he loved her.

The massage finally migrated to the small of her back, mixed in with lots of caresses starting at the backs of her thighs and then working up to press and relax the muscles around her waist. Frida sighed happily and purred deeply for a while, and then was silent, her breathing slow and steady, and Mark was just starting to wonder if he should stop when Frida slowly moved a hand to each of her butt cheeks, splaying her legs and wriggling in invitation. "You promised…"

So many memories, and Frida had shared them all. She and Dan had grown up together in Keeseville, New York, a small town across the lake about twenty km west of Burlington. They dated in high school and came to the University of Vermont in September of 2017. Their first year in college had been very sweet, so much so that Frida began to assume they would on day marry. But then in their sophomore year, Dan pledged at Beta Sigma Rho and soon afterwards asked Frida to start calling him Diego. To Frida's astonishment, he also took up pistolry, something he had never shown an interest in before.

Over the last year, their relationship had become more and more of a struggle. None of Dan's tenderness seemed to have carried over into his new persona of Diego. And the past fall term had been the worst of all, so bad that Frida had begun the sad and painful work of pulling back from her emotional attachment. She had thought of trying to make things work until the end of 2018, and then if there was no progress, to tell him they were splitting. The pre-Christmas party was one of the last events she expected to be with Diego and his horrible friends.

Frida was drifting, almost asleep, but still awake enough to wiggle her hips slightly as Mark cupped her vulva with his hand. Gentle caresses, a thumb stroking lightly near her anus but not pushing down for penetration. It was exactly how she loved to fall asleep with Dan two years ago, her sleep soft and sexy and filled with trust for her partner. Her future had seemed so bright and full of promise, that first year at college.

Mark drifted in his thoughts as he stroked her, the only sound in the room the quiet sounds of the night bugs outside. Eventually Toshi stirred and curled around Mark from behind, pressing her naked body lightly against his and petting his hip and outer thigh. "I think she's asleep," she whispered.

Mark nodded and whispered back. "Yes." He gave a deep sigh. "It feels so nice, the way she trusts me to pet her as she falls asleep." Mark was confident Frida would not awake unless vigorously roused. She was a very deep sleeper and had had a very strenuous day. She had asked Mark days ago to teach her how to fight and he agreed for both classical judo and street fighting. He would share the knowledge in the link, and then practice for hours in real time.

Today he had driven her body to exhaustion. They had become intimately familiar with each other's bodies and balance in their throws, and then they focused on kicks and punches until both their bodies ached. Frida was surprised the workouts were so intense, but believed Mark when he told her the skills were learned best this way.

Mark also offered to teach Toshi, but so far she had politely declined, preferring to get her exercise by running. The daytime temperatures were warm enough to do this without clothes, and she loved racing up and down the gentle hills in her bare feet, feeling the rich earth of the flowering meadows between her toes. She would often finish with a quick swim in the pond, playing tag with the fish before her shower.

Mark finally stopped his caresses of the sleeping Frida, tucking her in with the covers and then moving to the other side of the great bed to cuddle with Toshi. They shared a few kisses and then Toshi grinned.

"So, have you ever dated anyone as tall as Frida?" Mark was a fairly tall, a full 190 cm, and Frida was only one centimeter less.

Mark grinned back. "I've shared my childhood. You know my memories. I couldn't hide anyone as interesting or as tall as Frida." He paused for a moment. "I must say, it is rather nice, exchanging quick kisses with her when we're out walking together. Kissing is more fun when your partner in your own height, don't you think?"

Toshi gave a soft laugh back. "I wouldn't know! I've shared my memories too. A few dates in high school perhaps, but you know I've never had a steady boyfriend."

"Not even me?" Mark said with a grin.

"You're no boyfriend!" Toshi replied with a giggle, and then she got serious. "Father of my child… I thought when I asked you, that all I really wanted was to parent with you, to provide for my child. Those memories, those desires seem so long ago. This past week, this past year…" She gave a deep sigh. "I can't hide it. I'm sorry and you don't deserve this pressure but I just can't hide it, not when we're sharing our eyes."

"Toshi," Mark whispered. His hand came and lightly stroked the rich pubic fur above her womb. "This is so strange. Before we came here, this planet I mean, I never expected… never thought I'd be lucky enough to court someone as wonderful as you. It's not pressure to know that you want me. We just need time to figure out how this is going to work."

Toshi nodded in the artificial moonlight. "Do you remember the latest figures Jada gave us? Twelve guys left and a hundred women left, and most of the guys are people I consider monsters. We don't have the culture to handle a situation like this. What can I hope for Mark? One night every two weeks with you?"

Mark nodded and lay back in bed on his back, staring at the blank ceiling of their simple home. "At least it'll be for just one generation."

"Yes, our children, they won't have to deal with this. Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"My native culture, we prize patience more than Americans do. I can wait for you. I will wait for you. But maybe…"

"Hmmm?"

"Maybe we should limit our use of subjective time."

"Ah…" Mark thought for a long moment in the silence, enjoying the feel and warmth of the woman in his arms, almost overcome with a feeling of fierce protectiveness for her pregnant body. He sighed and turned on his side to face Toshi. "That's probably a good idea. How much do you want to cut back?"

"I'm thinking of really cutting back, almost all the way. How about we spend just ten minutes tomorrow in the three-way link?"

Mark considered. The ten minutes objective time would be one full extra day of subjective time. "Yeah, okay. I think you're right. These past few days, the three of us have spent so much time locked together…"

"…that we're losing touch with reality," finished Toshi.

"Well… Yeah, maybe." Mark sighed. "I agree, I feel it too. All right. We'll tell Frida in the morning."

"Thank you." Toshi turned to kiss Mark goodnight, and as her hand across came to caress his face, it bumped into a very stiff penis. "My goodness Mark!" she whispered. "I saw you erect for Frida. Are you erect for me too?" She looked as his groin, saw the full penis clearly outlined in the silver light and gave a nervous giggle. Mark's penis was sticking straight out horizontally as he lay on his side. Toshi moved her arm and gently let the engorged organ rest on the back of her hand. "Is this for me?"

Mark felt the soft contact as an electric shock. Toshi felt his hips thrust forward, and she allowed his penis tip to press into the warm skin near her stomach. "Mark," she whispered. "Do you want to play with me?"

Mark came closer to Toshi and kissed her near her lips. Toshi turned and let her lips find his. Her hand returned and curled and grabbed the impudent penis. She was gentle at first, but then increased her grip when Mark accepted her tongue into his mouth. She pulled back for a second. "Future husband," she whispered, "what would you like?" Her tongue then sought to reenter Mark's mouth

"So many dreams…" mumbled Mark, with Toshi's tongue tickling his lips as he spoke. His tongue came out to play and was eagerly welcomed and suckled into Toshi's mouth. They kissed for a while, Toshi's hand curling and petting Mark's stomach in a silky circular motion. Eventually they broke their kiss to take a moment to breathe.

Toshi shifted her body slightly and blew a hot breath of air into Mark's ear. "I know all your dreams Mark, all your sexy dreams. There is no shame in this. We love each other." Toshi's hands were caressing his body, light feathers of pleasure on his face, his arms, his legs, his breast and male nipples. For the moment Toshi left his groin alone. She was truly curious and too polite to assume what Mark wanted. "Do you want to be petted asleep? Do you want to play and be a male?" She paused and whispered again, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight. "Do you want to play and be a female?"

Mark gasped that Toshi would ask such a question so directly. But he knew what she meant. In their mind sharing, Mark had been fascinated with the depth and explicitness of Frida sharing her sex life, from pubescent dreams to her current desire for sex with him. His own experiences seemed so innocent in comparison, and he politely asked inside the link if he could keep his sexual moments with Jada private.

The two women of course agreed at once. Not to would be akin to mental rape. None of them even knew if that were possible, forcing someone to remain in the link and divulge memories against their will. The concept was horrific, and they all vowed to each other that they would never attempt it under any circumstances.

But Frida. The first time a boy petted her, the first time she was suckled, her strange night at a slumber party where she explored sexuality with another teenage girl, the night she lost of virginity, her struggle to keep Diego's cock out of her butt, all these memories were as clear to Mark and Toshi as they were to Frida. Mark had a profoundly intimate view of lovemaking as the female, and now Toshi was asking if he wanted to playact and live that perspective for real. He wasn't exactly sure what she had in mind now, but for all her social politeness, Mark considered Toshi perhaps the most thoughtfully playful and imaginative person he had ever met, and her sweet smile was disarming him completely.

"Come on Mark," Toshi whispered in a playful scold. "You know you can't hide from me, your fascination with the female perspective, from Frida's love making to my childhood seikufu."

Mark gasped and blushed deeply in the darkness. Toshi had sensed his embarrassment perfectly. He felt her move her mouth at his breast and breathe hot air upon him. Her hand grabbed his chest and locked and positioned him, his male nipple exposed and defenseless against her desires. She then touched the sensitive point with the tip of her tongue. "Come on Mark," she teased again in a sultry whisper. "Let me show you what it's like to be excited in a female body." She then held his nipple in a feather-light caress with her lips and tongue and waited for his answer.

Their intimacy was so profound that she read Mark's answer to her question just from the feel of his breast beneath her hand and the nipple between her lips. She gave Mark's tip a quick kiss and the left the bed for a moment. Mark heard the water in the sink running, and then Toshi returned, carrying what Mark thought were some washcloths. She placed them by the bed and lay back down with him, petting his breasts and kissing him and accepting his kisses in return.

Mark shuddered as he realized Toshi considered her question answered. She had read his body and wanted to spare him the embarrassment of answering the question verbally. Toshi's kisses dropped from his lips to his throat, lingered there for a while and then traced a long and lazy return path to his nipples, circling his male breasts for a long while before finally latching onto a nipple with a strong suckle. Mark could feel her lips, and then her teeth, and then her tongue working him, and all the while her beautiful clean black hair was falling all over his upper chest and shoulders and neck. The movement of the soft hair across his body was delightful, and Mark relaxed and floated. His muscles felt as if they were turning to butter.

"Sweet, darling Toshi," he mumbled. "That feels so nice."

"Hush! I am not sweet now. I am male and I am your lover and I want to be inside your body. I am your lover, and you are my female and I have a great desire to enter you and fill you with my seed. I want to push in deep, as far as I can. I want to be inside you when you cum. I am filled with consuming love, and I want to take you, consume you, drain you until there's nothing left. Mark, I want to milk you dry."

Toshi suckled the soft area of his throat for a moment, and in an act of supreme trust, Mark kept still and accepted her desires to dominate him and to keep him vulnerable. Toshi whispered again, "That's right, my love. You are becoming female, my beautiful female. Relax and learn to trust me. But remember. I am going to milk you. Do not disappoint me." Her mouth returned to his nipples, back and forth, slowly building the tempo, strong rhythmic pulls with her cheeks while her tongue lapped across the aroused tips of his breasts.

Mark was in heaven. He drifted in the sexual role Toshi was creating for him, floating in the memories that Frida had shared with him, a young woman in high school allowing a boy to pet and suckle her breasts. All sense of time disappeared.

The lover next to him was nudging his body to turn over, and Mark obediently complied, resting on his stomach. "My sweet love," Toshi whispered. "Spread your legs… a little more… that's right… just relax my love…" Mark felt Toshi's strong fingers separate his ass cheeks, and then a damp washcloth began to clean his anus. Mark sighed deeply with the gentle and loving sexuality of the act.

His drifting universe revolved around Toshi's fingers as they probed his outer sphincter muscles through the cloth. She was not pushing hard enough to penetrate but enough to suggest it. Her magical fingers, so strong, so supple, so skillful. Mark sighed and relaxed completely, allowing the anal inspection with complete acceptance. He sighed and drifted, the gentle caresses were such exquisite pleasure. His floating mind went back to his lover's childhood, all the time she had spent strengthening and perfecting those magical fingers…

Toshi had taken lessons on the four-stringed biwa since she was a very young child. She had shown him the instrument and its sounds in her mind. It was a beautiful traditional Japanese art form, playing the biwa. Mark thought it looked like a large lute, and Toshi was an accomplished player, highly ranked by the biwa hoshi, the biwa priests. "Such a strange concept," Mark thought as Toshi teased his sphincter to open, "to have a priesthood organized around a musical instrument. Such a different culture…" He drifted in his pleasure as Toshi quietly and lovingly relaxed and dilated his anal muscles, preparing him for his arousal and fucking.

"Mark," Toshi whispered. "Imagine now you are completely female. Imagine it clearly, your breasts inside bras and menstrual flows and sexy hips and legs that attract the boys. You are so pretty! And I am your male lover. I have taken off your bra and petted your breasts. I have taken off your panties. You are helpless and female and I am going to milk you. Do not disappoint me, my dearest love…"

"There," thought Mark slightly confused as he floated in the petting. "That strange warning again…" And then he realized what Toshi was trying to do. The female role, perhaps especially in a traditional society, the role of female was first to attract and then to submit. Mark's thoughts went to Jada's primal cry, the first night he met her. "You don't think I'm pretty?" So much time, Mark thought, in the female perspective, so much time preparing to look physically attractive… and letting the boy take the lead… giving the boy the pleasure of chasing you and undressing you and petting you and taking the lead… Another memory from Jada came to his mind. She shared her fear of being too easy (or too aggressive) and scaring him off.