Tell Me More (R,S)

“So what now?” Dick asked, looking up at Stella.

“N-now?”

“You’re-” He felt silly, trying to explain what was around him. “Stella, you know you have your skirt off, right?”

“Yes?”

How do I ask this? “Do you have a reason why you took it off?”

“Oh, uh…” She gripped the edge of her sweater harder, which had the unintentional effect of exposing even more of her thighs. “It just felt right.”

“That’s fine.” I don’t want to make her think she’s doing anything wrong, even if I have no idea what’s happening. “So what I was trying to ask was whether you had anything else planned for today?”

“Right. I was planning to have us spend more time inside with the animals, but I’m not sure that’s the best use of our time anymore. I have another cooking lesson planned for later, but can we experiment more?”

“Experiment how?” He asked.

“You know how I explained that my hair turns more pink when I’m happy or with other positive emotions?”

“Of course.”

“I wasn’t as specific as I could have been. It’s actually happiness or sexual excitement.” She clarified, trying to let him connect the dots.

“Oh. I see.” The pink means something very different then. Dick realized, looking her up and down again. “Stell, is this your way of asking to initiate sex?”

“No,” she slowly shook her head. “I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet. But I want to do something to explore together, just without necessarily touching. Does that make sense?”

“When you say explore,” he stood up, causing her to back away. “What do you mean? Please be clear.”

She somehow managed to turn more red. “I want us to watch each other touch ourselves. Is that- is that clear enough?”

“Crystal.” He took her hand and she squeaked in surprise. He let go, only for her to reach out and take his hand again

“Should we go to your bedroom then?”

“Should you put the skirt back on, just in case someone sees you?”

She looked down, seeming disappointed. “I suppose so.” She slipped out of his grasp again and quickly got dressed. After she did so she started to reach for his hand again, but changed her mind and moved it to hover near his upper back.

“You alright?”

“Of course. I- sorry.” She finally let it land near his shoulder, and they walked back from the forest to the plaza together. He opened the door for her, and they both found a spot to sit on the bed.

What happens now? He wondered.

“I’d like you to start. Take your shirt off, and drop it on the floor.” She took the lead, showing a dominance that he wouldn’t have believed yesterday could have come from her. “As long as that’s not a problem!” She hastily added.

Or maybe not. Even with the retraction, he followed her order. Her eyes dipped down, seeing him shirtless for the first time. “Wow. Luna mentioned that- I mean- Wow. Sorry.”

Dick just smiled, blushing. “That’s really fine, Stell. I appreciate the compliment.”

She nodded hesitantly, before cautiously pointing down at his scar. “Is that what I think it is? Luna’s mentioned…”

“Yeah. It’s from the accident.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not anymore.”

“That’s good.” She wasn't sure what more to say.

He noticed her roots start to darken. “What’s next?” he asked, hoping to pull her attention back to what she’d brought them here for.

“Right. Umm…”

Dick stretched, making a show of stretching his arms in front of her.

“I want to watch you take your pants off.” Apparently his pivot had worked.

“As you wish.” He started to reach down towards his belt, only to receive the loudest alarm Window Pane Test had given him yet. “Are you sure you want to do this? If you’ve changed your mind we can stop.” He tried to assure her.

Stella just frowned. “Am I doing something wrong?”

“No, I just-” Is it a good idea to mention the TF? “The TF you made for me, it wanted me to check in with you.”

“I want to go on,” she insisted.

A little worried about the warning still, he reached for his belt and unclipped it from its loop. It jingled slightly as he took it out.

She reflexively threw up her arms to protect her face.

Richard stopped what he was doing and tried to hold her, only for his date to push him away.

“Please. Stop. Just- please drop it.”

Oh. He slowly placed it on the ground, then just tried to lay down next to where she was sitting waiting for her to do something. As her breathing started to slow back down, she laid back down next to him.

“I’m sorry. I thought it wouldn’t happen now that he's gone.”

“Now that who’s gone?”

“My-my dad. I found out recently that he’d died, and I thought it’d help with the panic attacks and everything else. I hadn’t had a nightmare in a few days, so… ”

Richard’s mind went back to what had nagged at him for days, when Stella had told him about hiding in the kitchen for safety. “Do you want to talk about it?” He tried to offer. He didn’t know what else he could do.

“No. Maybe another time if you really need to know, but I still want tonight to end nicely.”

“Whatever you need.”

“Can I ask for something?”

“What is it?”

“Can I position one of your hands, and you don’t move until I tell you to?”

He nodded, and so she turned to the side. He felt her take one of his arms and snake it under her sweater. He briefly felt her bra strap, before she squeaked and positioned him down another inch. She buried her head in his chest and stretched one of her legs across his jeans. They just laid there together in silence.

The quiet was nerve wracking. He laid there wanting to say something, do something. He enjoyed cuddling as much as most people, but leaving this much dead air when he knew both of them were trying to stay awake felt off.

“Thank you.” She eventually said, rescuing him from the silence.

“For what?”

“For being quiet and gentle. For letting me freak out.”

“Of course. You got overwhelmed, and it’s my fault so-”

She cut him off. “No, it’s not.”

“Of course it is. I should’ve known to be more careful taking my belt off and-”

“How would you have known? I’ve hidden it from you for years because I felt scared to let you know like the others do.”

“There were hints. I could have put the clues together somehow.”

“Stop.” She ordered. She sounded amused. “Luna warned me this would happen, when I told her this morning I was worried about offending you. I kept secrets. You somehow managed to be more cautious than me and things still happened.” She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek.

Stella Steward, +3 VP (Kiss)

Then she pulled his arm out from under her sweater and removed it, letting it drop to the floor. All she had left on was her black panties he’d seen earlier and a matching bra.

“It’s alright if the mood is passed, but if not… I think you were in the middle of something.” She took her leg away, to offer him the space he needed to continue stripping.

He followed her implicit order and unbuttoned his pants, sliding them off. Her eyes followed his movements, lingering on his exposed bulge. Without needing to look down, she adjusted to slip her own black panties off.

She was about to continue by reaching around for her bra, when Richard held up a hand to signal for her to stop. “I know you said earlier you weren’t planning for us to touch, but I had an idea I’m hoping you’ll like if you keep it on.”

“Sure. But first…” She slowly guided his hand to the waistband of his boxers. “Why don’t you get these off, and I’ll find the lube.” She came back after fishing through the desk drawers for it, squeezing some of the lube onto his fingers once he was ready.

Stella Steward +3 VP (Seen Dick's Dick)

Putting the tube down on the nightstand, she turned back to him. “Can you tell me about it as you start stroking? What did you want to do with me?”

“So since your-”

“Not yet.” Stella cut him off, maintaining control over the situation with help from the focus Overstimulation could grant her. “I want you to explain as you’re taking care of yourself.”

“I-yes.” It was harder, trying to multitask. He began to stroke up and down. He could see her starting to finger herself watching him.

“So since your previous transformation makes you more sensitive, I thought we could see what it would be like for me to touch you over your bra. It’d be like what you asked for last time, where I was touching you, but also not touching you enough that you should feel both. And if you don’t mind me being a little perverted right now, I’d kind of like to feel them right now.” He was rambling a little now, trying to figure out how much he should filter right now when they were like this.

“Do it.” Stella said. Her own fingers were working in and out of her folds as she watched him play with himself. She didn’t want to go that far yet, but… imagining it as she watched it move was helping her get closer. “I’m giving you permission, but just over the bra for now. I’m still not ready for holy schnikes.” She slipped into the closest to swearing she was comfortable with after he took the opportunity to squeeze with his free hand.

“I’m sorry. If that was too hard-”

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please don’t stop.” Even her old transformation’s focus could only help her so much as she tried not to cave in and ask for more. “If we were to go farther, what do you think that would look like? Keep touching yourself.”

“It’d be slow. Gentle. I’d try to listen to your requests as far as foreplay, but if I could I’d touch-” He got distracted as Stella lurched from everything she was experiencing, causing her body to bounce inches from him. “I’d touch all of you. As long as I could.”

“Slow, gentle, unh- long foreplay. That sounds nice. Ohhh. That sounds- that sounds really nice. I don’t know if I’ve told you before, but I like hearing you be bashful about me.” Her eyes were still drawn to watching him twitch. “I know you’ve gone all the way with most of the others already. Was it like that with them?”

“Sometimes. Not everyone likes it like that.”

“I see.”

He tore himself away from her bouncing chest to look at her face, but still couldn’t tell what she was thinking. There was something else competing for his attention that made it even harder. “I’m close.”

“Good. I am too.” She told him. The pinkette’s voice was wavering, testing the illusion of control she was trying to maintain. “I’m about to move, and as I do I want you to remember to keep doing what you’re doing with my bra. The next time we do something like this, it’ll be me down there rather than your hand.” She lowered herself down to him, inhaling his scent as she bent down to make close, long kisses at his neck. The feeling of her moans from his groping over her clothes humming into his neck broke him, pulling him over the edge. He kept rubbing at her chest as she fell on him, letting out a muffled cry as she followed him to release.

Stella Steward, +4 VP (Masturbation) (First!)

Stella Steward, +2 VP (Masturbation Inspiration) (First!)

***

They’d both taken showers before dinner, and found the sheets cleaned at some point when they’d both been out of the room. They’d changed into some version of their pajamas, and the main thing left for the day was dinner.

“Luna asked me to teach you a recipe that was relatively simple and could pair with wine easily. Do you have a preference between white and red?”

“I’ll trust your recommendation."

“Alright.” Stella nodded gently. “So once you’re done making what I’d like to show you, make sure to summon a Pinot Blanc once you’re done cooking. We’re going to pair it with a basic chicken dish, some veggies, and a consommé rice dish that I don’t normally make because of how long it takes. The good news is that the magic ovens can make something instantly finish, so if things go wrong you can lean on them if necessary.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Can I ask a dumb question?”

“It’s not dumb unless it’s unnecessary." She assured him." Trust me, you don’t want to be handling food without understanding why you’re doing something.”

“What’s consommé?”

“Oh, sure. Consomme is a type of homemade beef stock. You make it with beef broth, egg whites, and sometimes some spices. Mom and I usually made ours homemade because it could triple the time we were working, but if you’re ever using it in the future, most grocery stores carry it canned and it’s perfectly fine. It’s also the only hard part of the recipe, so since I don’t think you’ll want to be stuck in the kitchen for three hours to impress someone I’d recommend just getting cans from the pantry. While you’re getting it now, can you also get us some rice and what I use for a light Italian seasoning? I’ll get the chicken and mushrooms we’ll need from the fridge.”

They both came back with their ingredients, which the chef sorted and set aside on the counter. She took the mushrooms out of their packaging and put them on a cutting board, then set a measuring cup between them. She handed him a small knife and instructed him to cut the mushrooms into small pieces, no longer than a penny. They worked side by side for a few minutes, filling the cup with bits of mushroom. She then summoned a casserole dish from the cupboards and poured in the rice, having him spoon in the mushrooms with her. She made him pour in the consomme before she slid it into the oven.

“Normally, you would need it to bake for about an hour. If you need to cut it short later whenever you end up using this, then you can just ask the oven and it’ll come out like it finished the full time. But we’re going to let it cook the full time, and in about twenty minutes prepare the chicken and green beans while we’re waiting. It’s pretty similar to how we did the fish last time. Does that sound good?”

Dick nodded. “Thank you for showing me this. And for… everything today.”

Stella blushed. By the end of her shower her hair had returned to a bit closer to normal, the pink highlights sitting about halfway up. “Of course. I- I- I think I really like you.”

As they stood together at the kitchen counter, Richard decided to put his arm around her. She was surprised for a moment as his hand settled around her hip, caught off guard by both the touch itself and the Overstimulation trigger it caused. But once she adjusted to it, she leaned into him, settling into the support of his presence with the time they had in between preparing the dishes.