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The door opens into the soft light of his booth and I pause on the threshold.

Lochdon waits for me, with what I think might be awe painted across his strangely beautiful face.

Sitting in the lounge chair that is the only piece of furniture in the room, he strokes his already familiar cock. It fits his body perfectly.

He stands when the door closes and after a moment, he tips to the side in something that makes me think of a bow.

“Hi.” I bite my lip… he’s actually bigger than I thought he was. “I’m Peach. The booth tells me your name is Lochdon”

I hear the booth bot translate my words, spitting them out as a question in his language, but his eyes never leave me.

He answers it, but I have to wait for the automated voice to switch to English.

“Lochdon Orlex, and I am very pleased to meet you.” He holds out his hand toward me. “You’ll be able to understand me in a moment.”

“I will?”

Some of his eyes blink at me and he nods. The booth translates his words, “if you’ll let me kiss you.”

Cocking a brow at him, I take his hand and step close to him. “Kissing you will do that?”

Again he nods.

“Query,” I say to make sure the bot knows I’m talking to it. “How is kissing him going to make it so that I can understand him?”

“Glantanian saliva creates a temporary, limited mental link. You will understand each other through this link.”

Mental link doesn’t sound great. “Query. Does that mean he’ll be able to hear my thoughts?”

“No.”

Nothing else, just “no.”

“Okay.” I look up at Lochdon. “Let’s make this easier for everyone.”

I offered full contact, and he accepted. I had already planned to kiss him.

“You’re sure?” The booth translates.

“Is there anything else I need to know before I say yes?”

He waits for the translation. “I don’t think so?”

There is a small tone to indicate the booth isn’t translating anymore. “It will last approximately two hours after your last osculation.”

“My what?” I shake my head, confusion making me forget. “Query, what does that last word mean?”

“Osculation. Noun. The act of kissing.”

I don’t enjoy how often I have had to make the booth translate itself.

“Kiss me quick,” I say, “before I need another vocabulary lesson from the bot.”

He smiles and it makes me smile too.

“Anything you want, it’s yours.”

He lifts me up and oh!

Hand in my hair, he crushes me to him and kisses me so deeply, I feel like I’m in freefall.

Holy fuck.

Is the booth spinning? Has the artificial gravity failed?

No? Just him?

I moan against his lips.

His hand snakes under the hem of my shirt and wraps around my breast.

That warm pulsation crosses over the skin on his palm too, and press myself against him.

Lochdon lifts his head and looks down at me with glittering eyes and a sly smile, and when he speaks, I understand him.

“Are all human women as beautiful as you?”

“Yes.” I draw a sharp breath when his palm sears heat over my nipple. “Sometimes in different ways, but yes.”

I push him back and he falls into the chair he had previously occupied.

”Are all Glantanians as beautiful as you?”

He shakes his head. “I’m not one of the pretty ones.”

”We’ll have to agree to disagree on that.” I pull my shirt off over my head, tossing it to the floor and climb up to straddle him. “I’ve never met anyone prettier.”

He makes a sound when I kiss him this time, like he was going to say something and I cut him off, but his grip on my waist tightens and I know he’d rather be doing this than talking when I angle my hips and tease his cock with the damp terrycloth between my legs.

I should have shucked them too, but I want to tease him a little… I want him to get his money’s worth.

This is a cum-and-done service… even with full contact.

That little nodule on top of his tip brushes the terry cloth and his jaw ticks each time.

It looks like the same reaction I have when I toy with my over-sensitized clit.

I am going to ask Phantom if we can get some more sex-ed courses in the available reading material… because I want to do this right.

I kiss Lochdon, wanting to make everything right.

He must too. Hand on my thigh, his thumb goes to my clit and I whimper against his lips.

“Are you ready to take me again?” He asks, fingers toying with me through my soaked shorts. “Your pussy is perfection on my cock, Peach. Will you let me feel that perfection again?”

I nod and slide off of him, a little sad he’s too big for me to simply move my shorts to the side.

His cock pulses more brightly when I’m naked.

It bobs at me, as if beckoning for me to take all of him again.

I pause, running my hands over myself, letting him see all of me.

He smiles with all of his teeth and it looks a little wrong on his face, like he was told he should, but has never actually done it before.

I bite my tongue and smile to keep from laughing, and then, I climb on.

Straddling him again, I slick the tip of him with my pussy, and consider whether I need to grab some lube, just for the size of him… but I don’t want to wait.

I’ll deal with that when I have to.

I reach down, just to spread my lips before I take him into me and start my slow descent.