A short, practical study of archaic customs

I meant to feign a sort of wistful laugh in trying to mask my hesitation. Instead the sound was like a sad sigh. Lenina's friendly smile never faltered however. In fact she bit her lip. She knew she was about to hear some (for her) delightfully saucy stuff.

"Sorry," I said, "We don't have a concept of dominance and submission in sex - these days. I forget that not everyone is, um, knowledgeable about old mating rituals."

"Mating rituals..." She repeated the words and giggled, her hand casually dropping between her legs. "Tell me about it."

"Well, basically there used to be a big song and dance around who got to bone who. If you fancied some girl you wouldn't just walk over and ask to lift her skirts up."

"Oh?"

"You had to earn her trust first, convince her you were a worthy mate. There was a certain amount of courting, sort of mutually testing the waters. Of course for different people it means all sorts of different things. The whole game could take months, weeks, or days or only a few hours depending on the situation."

Lenina put a finger on her clit, and looked to the side. "Months of build-up?" she said, "Bloody hell..."

"The way I was fucking Carmen would have been the culmination of quite an **** case, mind you - and skipping all the build-up. Like, if she and I had actually been courting it would have been something along the lines of me earning the right to possess her or something. I would have spent several months sevicing her in various ways, catering to her needs and whims. And when I pin her againt the wall and take her it's becaus she's willingly submitted to me, willingly allowed the power balance to swing the other way. She's mine. I get to fuck her, no one else."

"So she's yours alone now?"

My acting was a little better this time. I wanted to snort dismissively, and succeeded. "Don't be silly. I'm not actually a caveman. It's just that I thought it'd be fun to pretend like I owned her while I was in her. Carmen's a spicy person normally, so I reckoned it'd go down well. It enhanced the experience for all involved."

By now Lenina had a finger fully inside herself, and I could already see her flesh glistening moist down there. "I'd like to get involved," she said, "I've wanted to from the start really. But the thought of getting dicked because my pussy is property -"

"Whoa now, pussy property is dark ages stuff, like from before our ancestors even left the shithole - no offence to your earthly heritage..."

"Oh but you get the jist of it," she waved her other hand in the air, "Besides if it's just pretend there's no harm in it." She lifted her fingers out of her folds and sucked on them, looking me straight in the eye. "What do you say, then? Nothing better to do, fancy a little role playing? I would like to know even a tiny bit what it would have been like... getting used, like an animal, all primal like..."

Yes, I knew this was bloody coming, but I still had to expend willpower to not roll my eyes as the inevitable hammer of "hey let's go fuck for the hell of it" fell from the heavens and at last slammed into the ground. If I'd been operating with common sense then I would have scarpered to the train stations yesterday, and got only briefly frustrated, before signing up at the volunteering agency as a construction worker to go help rebuild the Mag-Lev tunnel. Instead I was here at school with all the concentrated hormone-amplified crazies, trying to keep a "low profile". What a fool.

"Do you want me to fuck you, then," I said, "Fuck you hard every which way I please till you scream no more?"

She tilted her head to one side, grinning. "I like the sound of that," she drawled, "But let's skip all but one step. What's like one of the last things I'd do to work out whether you're worthy to let you take me? Walk me through the process."

She was fingering herself in earnest now, thrusting in and out, legs still spread wide open for the world to see. It was distracting, and slowed my thoughts, but I got an idea just the same. "Sit down opposite me," I said, "Imagine, if you can that we're out one evening at a tavern in old town. It's nearly as noisy as our classmates orgying over there because it's nicely crowded, and there's music playing. We've been dancing for a bit already, and now were having dinner. I'm paying, because I'm the one pursuing you. We've shared one whole rust worm from the Ausonian tropics, a rare variety, one that will have taken months to track down and hunt. We end the meal with hot chocolate, also rare and expensive, because it's the good authentic stuff where you know it wasn't made by filthy Terran slaves and smuggled over by venutian merchants."

"You're spoiling me like a princess," she said, "All just to get inside me?"

"It's late now," I continued, "And we've been dancing around the big question throughout the meal. It looks mostly tame, just natural talking and joking and stuff, but I keep looking at you a certain way, and you keep playing with your hair, pouting and stuff. We both know what's coming soon."

"Oh I can't wait," she moaned, "But I'm not outright telling you am I? When do we actually fuck though? Is there a specific place and time?"

"I'm getting to that, bear with. I go settle the meal, and leave a generous tip for the server because I'm reasonably wealthy but also not a greedy bastard. I offer to walk you home to your place, keep you company in the dark, keep you safe against the monsters that prowl the streets in the night until we reach your den - hang on, where are you going?"

Lenina was getting up, and making a strange set of gestures. "We're leaving the tavern aren't we," she said, "I'm just miming my coat. You better put on yours or you'll freeze of cold and I'll have no protector. Thus you'll not be worthy."

"Wow you on like historical reenactement don't you?"

"Yes," she laughed, "I'm a stickler for detail. We better find a spare room somewhere too. If we're pretending to be exclusive then those noisy apes over there don't get to see it, do they?"

"No, I suppose not..." I got up, and mirrored her motions, although I put my coat on for real. I didn't want to part with my stuff. On the way out of the study room she picked up her belongings and also covered up - all except the important bits. We left the study room and set out for the underpopulated regions of the school. Specifically in the literary-artsy area there was likely at least one empty classroom untended.

"Are you a trained fighter, then?" Lenina asked. She slipped her arm through mine and sidled up close as we walked. "I'm not usually out and about at this hour, maybe there's lots of secret entrances to the canals, and murderers hiding behind them."

"I'm not hot on my chances in a proper fight, but, you know, my presence makes it more of a hassle for the monsters. A predator with any sense isn't going to pick prey that bites."

At the far end of a corridor of the topmost floor in the building on the farthest edge of the grounds, we found a door that opened and did not contain any students nor any sign of a teacher. Lenina leaned against the edge of the doorway, legs drifting apart on her feet just a little.

"We're here," she said, "Are you going to rip off my clothes and fuck my brains out now?"

The day before I would have said yes, maybe even screwed her on her feet, and immediately run away, so to speak. But I got an idea to make my act more belivable, which seemed less incredibly dodgy what with my discovery with Mother earlier that morning.

"Hmm. I reckon Carmencita would probably dispense with the bullshit at this point, but you seem less agressive. No, you've one final trial. You don't want to let me into your apartment, take me in your bed and only then find out if I'm an absolutely disastrously inept lover, would you?"

She nodded, slowly, scratching her chin, and said "Especially if you've only been courting me all this time. You might be horribly rusty..."

"So ask youself this: what can we do here on the spot that's potentially quick, that won't draw attention from sleeping neighbours, and where you can duck inside your home and slam the door in my face if it turns out I'm shit at it?"

Of course, I don't know what it must be like to try thinking about a thing when you are brainwashed not to think about it, because I've never been brainwashed, but this bit must still be obvious, surely? And yet Lenina squeaked like poorly maintained hinges on a door slowly swinging open, frowning as the cogs in her head turned.

"Ummm, lick my pussy?" she offered.

My patience evaporated. I closed the small gap between us and pulled her against me, crushing our lips together.