Social Lubricant (L,R)

Richard had spent an hour more talking to Dr.Petrov, and thought he had a good idea of what to say next time he was spending time with Felicia. God knows I flubbed this morning. He’d have left to try meeting Luna after that, but after she was done cooking breakfast for the early crowd, Stella had asked to sit with him. They hadn't really talked, as it seemed like she just wanted to sit next to him silently. It’d been a little unnerving. Better after she’d leaned against him, but still out of his comfort zone. But she’d seemed to enjoy it, thanking him and heading back into the kitchen for a while.

By the time he’d been ready to leave the dining hall, he was beginning to have cold feet about using the tart Luna had given him. He kept the box closed, and texted Luna to let her know about his concerns.

That’s fair. I had time for what I needed to take care of, if you want to meet me down at the dance hall Hazel made. She sent back.

What’s she doing over there? He wondered. There was only one way to find out.

Walking in through the double doors, he saw Luna standing at the far edge of the hall. Her back was turned to him, and she was wearing a sleeveless purple dress . It looked like she was inspecting a minibar.

“Hey!” He called out. She started to turn to look at him and smiled. Now that she was facing him, he could see a deep well of cleavage. “So you were paying for a bar for the dance hall?” He approached her, leaving the box with the tart on one of the tables nearby.

“Better.” Luna snapped her fingers, and the minibar blinked out of existence. She snapped again, and it came back a foot to the right.

“What am I seeing?”

“You remember Tender Barmaid, from when I showed you the rejected TFs in the shop last round?” She checked.

“Sure.”

“I bought it to be able to give people a break from their TFs when they needed it. It’s even better than I thought it’d be, as it solves the problem of requiring **** by letting you call some supplies for mixing. It even changed the description after Ata sold it to me:

Tender Barmaid: Luna’s made her share of drinks to impress people over the years. Now, she can brew something to temporarily alter any other transformation in either direction. May come with unpredictable side effects.

“I figured we could distract you from what’s going on by experimenting with this and the tart. Does that help with your concerns?”

“Kind of, but I have more questions now. Why are you so casual about this stuff now, after so long wanting space? You were the same way last round.”

She scoffed at him, but it was still friendly. “Dude, it’s like I said last time. I had wanted to keep you separate from the other parts of my life. That can’t happen anymore, so now it’s a matter of how we want to do things. Keeping it casual is easier for me, and I think it’d be good for the panic I saw you show up in this morning.”

“I wouldn’t say I was panicked.” Dick tried to argue.

“It looked that way to me. Either way, I think helping me test this out will be the perfect thing to take your mind off things, and hopefully get a few points closer to leaving along the way.” Seeing that he still looked skeptical, she added: “If you’re that worried, we can split the tart. That way we both get a partial dose.”

“With your first transformation from last round, won’t that just result in you getting a full dose?”

“That would’ve happened anyways, if you’d had the full tart like in my original plan.” Luna pointed out.

If you're sure. Dick opened the box and cracked the pastry down the middle, though one piece ended up slightly larger. He handed the larger piece to his best friend. She ate hers slowly, while he took small bites of his until both side were gone.

He felt it within seconds as his cock rose to half-mast. He felt the sort of hormonal want that he hadn’t felt since puberty. It wasn’t strong enough that he couldn’t withstand it, but it was still there. Everything he tried to think of was tinged with a layer of horniness. He looked back up at Luna, and found that she was taking it even harder.

“I’m not religious, but Jesus Fucking Christ.” She was bracing herself against the table. She practically fell into the chair she’d managed to pull out.

He knelt down next to her in alarm, clasping her bare shoulders. Her nostrils flared. “Are you alright? Do you need me to get Genet?”

“No. I-I’m fine.” She panted.

“You don’t look fine.”

“No, I’m good. I’m just trying very hard not to jump you right now.”

“Should I back away, or…” He asked uncertainly.

“That’s up to you, but I think you can trust me.” Taking a deep breath, she made contact with him. “Can I make three requests?”

“Shoot.”

“I don’t know if you’ve experimented with free use before, but I’m offering it until this wears off. Do whatever you want, touch wherever you want, I’ll tell you to stop if I don’t want it.”

He turned her down. “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Dude. I’m offering this because if I had my way, I’d be riding you until dinner. I still want us to screw, I did before we took this together, but I also recognize that an eight hour marathon is a bad idea. We’re both amped up right now, but you’re starting lower. You take the lead. Capiche?”

“Capiche.” His face was burning at the directness. “What’re your other requests?”

“Do you mind if I touch myself sometimes in front of you today, and do you promise to keep things casual?”

What has my life become? “Yes, if you really need to then I promise that you can masturbate and I won’t get romantic on you. Happy?”

“Very. Now for Barmaid.” She called the minibar closer so she didn’t need to get up right away.

“You’re still going to drink? Before lunch?”

“I’m pretty sure Aubrey’s done it more times than not since we came here.” Luna pointed out.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong.” He sighed. “Go ahead, Loon.”

She rolled her eyes. She started by taking out a glass and a bottle of prosecco. Pouring enough wine to fill a third of the glass, she set it back. She poured in a few ounces of orange juice next, followed by an ounce of limoncello. Adding a splash of triple sec, she gently shook it to help the mimosa mix properly. The whole thing turned an ethereal green for just a moment as the TF activated.

“Do you want a sip of this to see how it would affect your new TF?”

He shook his head.

Luna slowly sipped the mimosa. “Alright. I wasn’t sure how it’d be able to get more intense, but… considering what it’s supposed to do, it makes sense.”

“What is it?” Dick asked.

“I’m feeling you. I already knew you were turned on, but wow- I’m actually feeling you brush against your pants and get harder as I’m talking. Is that a thing for you, or is it just a coincidence?”

He shrugged, a little embarrassed. “I’ve not really experimented. Before this, Aubrey was the only woman I’d ever…”

“Ah. I’ll leave the subject alone for now then, I don’t want to push you too much.” She promised him. Do you mind if I use the bathroom for a minute?”

***

A half hour later, Luna returned. “Sorry, that took longer than I thought.”

Dick tried not to think about what had taken her so long, but it seemed all too obvious. Still not acknowledging it, he asked: “Did you have anything else you wanted to do today?”

She nodded. “Hazel told me this morning that she’d been trying to teach you to dance?”

“I’m not as good as she probably told you.” He warned her.

“Can you show me?”

“I can do my best. Did you want to try being the lead or follow?”

Luna smirked. “Since I don’t know what either of those are, I feel like I should probably be a follower.”

“Then put your hands straight and diagonally like this,” He gestured. “And we’ll take it from there.”

He turned on the music and started trying to show her what he’d been taught, starting with the measured steps forward and back. He made her practice the rock step, and they went several times together to move on the same beats.

Once he was confident about that, he started to explain why their hands were clasped the way he’d shown her. He tried to spin her for the first time, and it was a fiasco. He accidentally checked her like a hockey game, and she’d started to overextend herself in the wrong direction even before that. So this is how it looks without Hazel.

“Mind if we try that again a little slower?” He asked.

“Sure.”

He put them a few paces of the basic step before starting the spin again. He didn’t try timing it to the music this time, instead talking through the step and only moving on afterwards. After that worked, he tried again at the pace the music wanted. It was still clunkier than if Hazel would’ve been there, but they made it work. He had them rehearse it repeatedly, just like Hazel had made him do. They smoothed out. Mostly.

He showed Luna the leader’s spin next. That went easier, with most of the awkwardness on his side. He tried to start mixing things up, adding a leader’s spin or follow’s spin once it seemed like they’d recovered from the previous one. He ended up doing more leader’s spins even though Hazel told him they were less common; she seemed to be better at keeping him steady than vice-versa.

“Is there anything else she’s taught you yet?” Luna asked. “If not, then maybe we could take a little break.”

“There’s one more thing Hazel showed me. It’s a little flashier, if you want me to show you?”

“Please do.”

“Alright then, follow my directions. Go into the rock step, and as we come back I’m going to lift both of your hands.

“Let me pull you to the right, and curl toward me.” She’d followed his lead, and now they were at the same point he’d been distracted last time with Hazel. His arms were wrapped around his best friend. He could smell the citrus on her breath as her dress pressed against him. He was rock hard again, and his erection was fitting into the cleft of her cheeks. He could feel that her underwear was missing.

“What’s next?” She asked. Her voice was breathy, trying to hold herself back.

“Do you still mean what you offered? After the tart?”

“Please.”

He moved his hands from where they’d been around her to squeeze the gentle curves of her chest over her clothes. Luna moaned, grinding against him as her cries grew louder. “Please! Fuck me. Just stick it in!” She was bucking against his pants, as if sheer persistence might be able to get them off. But she felt each time she brushed against him as well as if it were her own body, and it only wound her up further.

“Is there a blanket or something we could lay on?” Dick asked.

“What?”

He let one hand go from massaging her breasts. “I want to do it somewhere soft, so you don’t get hurt.”

“I’ve screwed on metal before, you’re fine putting me on the floor.” She groaned. Seeing that he hadn’t gone back to what he was doing, she tried to compromise. “Put me on one of the tables, the tablecloth is probably the best we’ll find here.”

They managed to make their way to the closest table over by the door, going slowly as they ground and kissed the whole way.

Luna Lopez +4 (French Kiss) (First)

Peeling up her dress, he started rubbing and squeezing her ass. He started to rub his cock against her ass, his jeans having been shed on their way there. She trembled at the sensation, having trouble keeping herself in position. “Just fill me.”

He did what she asked and she came on the spot.

Getting a slight chance to recover her senses, she tried to use her hips more against him. Every sensation they felt, every touch as he thrust inside of her, she experienced both sides. They came at the same time, Richard filling her as he groaned.

Normally, that would’ve been the end of things. Normally, they didn’t have the pastry they’d eaten together.

He was still hard, and Luna was as eager to keep going as she’d said she was earlier. Dick kept thrusting, caught in ecstasy as Luna impaled herself on him over and over. He felt her twitch again, a long strand of hair falling out of her bun as she cried out.

“Unhhh.” She turned her head to the side to talk to him, now that she was in a brief period in between waves. “Thank you for -oh- for trying this with me.” She remembered that she could feel what his body was feeling from the mimosa. “You’re close again, aren’t you?”

He moaned. “Sorry. I…I’m trying to hold back.”

“We’ve got all day if we want it, go ahead.” She reminded him. She heard his breath catch, which was hot. The fact that women were more vocal was most of the reason she usually preferred them, but it turned out her best friend couldn’t be quiet in bed to save his life.

Dick came for the second time, moaning through the whole way as he shot his load into the latina. He was considering going for another round when he heard the doors open behind him.

“Am I interrupting something, Sir?”