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Ha! Aya had no choice but to run off. It was that or start cleaning Yua up, and she hasn’t told anyone that she’s curious about other girls yet. No need to worry about post speed. The only thing slower than my response time is the shifting of tectonic plates.

I'm not embarrassed to admit it was a really nasty bit of porn. Not embarrassed at all.

for some reason I played this song over and over this morning https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Man4Xw8Xypo&ab_channel=TheBeatles-Topic

@Bluenails @BenHawkinsLivesHere @Akuja Aya should have spent more time with her classmates. The innuendo was over the top, and the rise and fall of sexual tension was hard for her to keep up with. Yua was clearly experienced at teasing, and seemed completely unfazed by her nudity. Kaito appeared to miss all the innuendo, and Ankoku gave the impression that he was trying to keep things somewhat normal. She couldn't have picked a more mismatched group if she tried, and finding any kind of social balance seemed impossible. She was about to reply to Kaito's comment about giving his sword a swing, trying to decide between flirty sexual implications that it seemed only Yua would recognize and politely declining his offer when Yua burst a melon between her thighs. The casual glance Yua made toward Aya could have meant anything, but Aya's mind spun a sudden erotic storyline. She imagined making a joke about sticky thighs and playing with swords, imagined comments from everyone else that ended with Aya on her knees, her face between Yua's legs, Kaito or Ankoku kneeling behind her, hands on her hips, and... The flight of fancy disappeared and she found herself frozen in place, staring at Yua's juice-covered legs, not even chewing the melon in her own mouth anymore. Her cheeks flushed, probably her whole body did as she felt a sudden wave of warmth wash over her, and she tried to speak but could only get out a small sound somewhere between half a word and a yelp. Her eyes were wide again, the look on her face somewhere between surprise and embarrassment. So much for playing it cool, she thought to herself. They probably all think you're a simpleton! She finally managed to pull her gaze away from Yua's thighs, only to have it land on her large breasts. Not helping, she thought and looked away again, cheeks bright red, staring out to sea without really seeing anything. In her mind she still saw Yua's body, her own tongue cleaning juice from Yua's body... Stop it! she thought, and found the image replaced by herself kneeling between Kaito and Ankoku, each of them wielding their God-given swords aimed directly at her... Brain, stop! she thought. "I just remembered, I forgot my..." she sounded like she was making and excuse, which she absolutely was, as she gestured back toward the chair where she had been sitting. "At the chair," she said, without providing any kind of detail or meaning. "Thanks!" she said too loudly as she held the melon up and waved, then hurried off in entirely the wrong direction.

Cara still thought that the tentacles she saw were a second creature that Stephanie had hidden under her skirt. She saw how forward Stephanie was and wondered if the tentacle creature under her skirt was a submissive creature. Should she play dominant and try to take charge of the tentacles, or play it relaxed and let the tentacle thing take charge? "I would be curious to perhaps... see the tentacles first," she said. "That is, if they're not too shy." She led Stephanie into the living room, a wide space with three couches facing a fireplace. A flat screen was mounted over the fireplace, and the room was open to a dining area and a small bar that looked into the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink?" She walked into the kitchen, leaving her guest near the couches.

Cara smiled and led Stephanie around the block to the row of townhouses. The front of each unit was identical with the exception of the brightly colored front doors. They were a veritable rainbow of colors. Cara's door was a bright, lime green. She walked up the steps to the door and opened it with a key. She entered and held the door open behind her, gesturing with one hand as she ushered Stephanie into the apartment. Waving her arm was more than just a welcoming gesture; it also set off the motion activated cameras and security features. From now on, everything they did was being watched live in the lab, and recorded for future review. She smiled at Stephanie. "Welcome to my home," she said, even though it wasn't.

@Akuja @Bluenails @BenHawkinsLivesHere "I would love some melon," Aya said quietly. She still hadn't learned her way around the social structure of her new school. She had been a bit of an outsider at her old school, but people seemed to like her well enough. She just never got very close to many people. She bent down, careful to bend at the knees so she wouldn't flash the rest of the beach. It was bad enough being nude, but she didn't want to just aim her privates right at everyone. She picked up a chunk of the melon and took a bite. Immediately juice ran down her fingers and hand and onto her wrist. "Mmm." She made a sound of approval and then almost choked when Yau mentioned playing with Kaito's sword. She looked over at the taller girl, her eyes wide and a grin threatening to spill melon out of her mouth. She chewed faster, trying to swallow before someone else made her laugh with more embarrassing or disastrous results. She tried not to look at Yua's impressive breasts, but her eyes fell on them, hoisted up by her crossed arms. She wasn't sure if she was impressed or jealous, and decided she was a little bit of both. When she realized she'd been staring, she quickly turned away and looked down, her eyes falling directly between Ankoku's legs. Her eyes went wide and she looked up just as he said hi. She was not one to blush, but she nearly did then. She offered Ankoku a wide smile, all teeth, and felt melon juice run down her chin. She must look like a fool, naked, melon juice on her face and hands... She glanced quickly away from her companions and took a calming, centering breath. "At least I only choked on melon," she said, "instead of someones' sword." It was the kind of joke her friends back home made all the time, stupid sexual innuendo, but she didn't know anyone here well enough to make those jokes. She almost laughed, a half smile on her face, but her nerves got the better of her and she froze, her eyes darting between her three classmates nervously.

way too many joggers running by for it to be anything other than some sort of organized event

Hi, @BenHawkinsLivesHere! If you don't find a partner, it's probably not you. The club's been pretty dead for a while and I was just trying to get it started back up again. I have a couple characters you could play with, or I come up with a new one that fits what you're looking for... There's Leigh who is basically a bubbly, joyful tentacle slut, Jenny who is a standoffish supermodel interested in he fist tentacle experience, and all the doctors of COITUS who would love to learn more about Red.

"Or," said Cara. "If you don't mind, my townhouse is right on the other side of the coffee shop. It will only take 2 minutes to walk there." It wasn't entirely a lie. Cara did have a townhouse there. All of the researchers did. A row of newly built townhomes that backed up to the COITUS labs were an extension of their labs. Each was a well-appointed living space that concealed sensory and recording equipment in ever room. The researchers each had their own unit that they could use to subtle first contact sessions. Some even loaned their townhome to human/tentacle monster couples just to study their mating habits. One couple had even allowed them to place recording equipment in their own apartment and allowed them to study their almost daily threesomes, tentaclebangs, and orgies. Cara hoped Stephanie would agree so her associates could study whatever happened properly.

Cara straightened her back and took in a deep breath, inadvertently thrusting out her ample breasts. This was her default move when she was about to well actually one of her peers. "Well, actually," she said, "curiosity got the better of me. I happened to notice your..." How should she word it. Simple. Honest. It was always the best path towards the truth. "I saw a tentacle peer from under your skirt." She stared straight at Stephanie. "I'm actually a researcher. I study tentacle monsters. I study them.... intimately. I would be most interested in learning more about that tentacle I saw." She lifted her datapad and prepared to enter whatever data Stephanie decided to divulge about the tentacle.

Cara nodded as Stephanie listed off her hobbies which, when coupled with the mischievous gleam in her eyes, indicated a singular purpose. She decided that the importance of finding out about the tentacle monster the girl had up under her skirt was worth whatever small talk was required. "Hobbies," she said, trying to think of things people did for fun. "Um. I uh..." The truth was, she had no hobbies. Not really. She had always been a workaholic. Work, school, or both had always consumed all of her time. The only downtime activity she had ever enjoyed was reading and random hookups. She had a hard time making friends, mostly due to her awkward social nature. Her mind wandered to theoretical concepts rather than focusing on what the person she was with was saying. She just found small talk so... pointless. "I don't really have any hobbies. I spend most of my time working, or thinking about my work. When I'm not working, I'm sleeping or eating. I really don't... um..." The truth was, work gave her plenty of social engagement with other like minds, and plenty of time to indulge her favorite physical activity with countless tentacle monsters. "I really don't get out much."

Cara wasn't interested in staring into each other eyes, and had little interest in chatting, except to figure out exactly what kind of tentacle monster she's hiding up under that skirt. Cara had never seen one small enough to fit inside clothing, and she was excited at the new discovery. "Of course," said Cara absently, not really sure what Stephanie had just said. "We'll chat. " She followed the strange woman outside.

Aya looked over toward the jungle edge when she heard Kaito yell and just caught the end of him chopping the watermelon in half. She shook her head and turned back to her book. Boys were silly, always needing to show off or do something they thought made them stand out. It didn't seem like anyone here cared about the same things as her friends back home. This place just seemed so backward and... she shook her head. No, this place wasn't the problem. The world of Hollyweird in which she was brought up was the problem. She knew this was closer to the real world than her upbringing between New York and Los Angeles. She also knew that she did not fit into the real world. Despite everything, the incarceration of her parents, the disapproval of her grandfather, the lack of any real friends here, the enforced nudity that was possibly the weirdest part of it all... despite all of that, something told her that now was the time to try. @Akuja @Bluenails Plus, those melons looked delicious. She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly and shook her head. Why was she bothering doing this at all? She had a few months left, and then she would be on whatever career path her grandfather had chosen. It was silly to try, but she decided to anyway. She set her book down, adjusted her sunhat and sunglasses, and stood, stepping back into her sandals. She straightened her back, took another deep breath, and started toward Kaito. She saw Yau get there first and heard the end of her questions. "Hi, Yua," she said, her voice smooth and confident, but still quiet. "Do we need to break these open?" She glanced down and was glad to see that the taller girl had also trimmed herself neatly. She turned away quickly, embarrassed to have looked at all. She looked at Kaito and smiled. "Good idea, the melons. They look delicious." Did she sound as awkward as she felt? She hoped not.

Cara felt Stephanie's eyes upon her and saw the lecherous grin. Well, if I had a tentacle monster up my skirt, I might be grinning like that, too, she thought to herself. Regardless, I have to see what I can find out about that. If there are pocket-sized tentacle monsters, this opens a whole new realm of scientific inquiry. "Shall we find a place to sit and chat?" Cara looks around, but the place is packed. "Or not... perhaps we could chat while we walk to the park? Unless you have a better idea?" Cara smiled hopefully at Stephanie.

(No, sorry @God of RP. I only lost free time and forgot to check back in here.) Cara glances up at the retreating young woman and feels bad for a moment, then glimpses what she thinks looks like... could that be a tentacle? Does the woman have a tiny tentacle creature up under her skirt? Oh the possibilities... Her voice is louder than required, a tinge of excitement coloring her words. "Just a moment... Stephanie, was it?" Cara glanced and the handsome young man and smiled politely. "Yes, yes of course. Have the table." She held her datapad, but left her coffee behind, all but forgotten on the table. Curiosity had got the better of her and she rushed to catch up to the young woman. Catching up to her she stopped and smiled at the young woman. "I am terribly sorry. That was very rude of me. It takes a brave person to talk to a complete stranger like that, and I was just caught up in work and..." she blushed, the stuck out her hand, offering it in friendship. "I'm Cara. Cara Donnelly. It is nice to meet you, Stephanie."

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How you feeling?

YOU ate it...

Bad cheese? NO!!!

I agree 100%.

Now I feel like it's me...

I'll have to be more careful how I word things!

Hopefully she finds someone to help her open up.

I hope my "distant and aloof" character isn't too pretentious. She absolutely will interact with people, I just figured it would be easier to get her into the roleplay quickly by having her pretend she's fine with nudity and act like she knows everything. I think that might be her default behavior - "I already know all about this", because that could never get her into any sticky situations.