Worlds Apart - Sex Stories

Worlds Apart

... intention was never particularly meant to be nefarious. In fact, it is the reason why we specifically requested qualified, mature, intelligent females. I just had her grab me some of your food.”

We share another laugh as I blush. She thinks I’m intelligent? Aww. But I guess we kinda missed the maturity mark with Mandy.

“Also, the effect of our markings are only as potent as the activator wishes. Which is why the level of torture was so grand earlier.”

Hm...interesting.

“So you’re saying that there’s a way to make it more pleasu- uh- I mean, pleasant for you?” I ask, fumbling the hell out of my words,

“Yes,” she answers, “It just requires a gentle touch instead of merciless pokes.”

Uh-huh. So she just needs a gentler touch is all? Well, with the assault that she endured earlier, surely she needs someone to alleviate that torment. I shift my body to face her, hesitantly raising my hand, saying,

“So-...So you mean if I just-...”

She grins, rolling over on her back, saying,

“Go on. I do not mind.”

That’s all I needed to hear. I bring my hand to the heart at the center of her belly, causing the markings to glow. This time, instead of a popping sound, it creates a humming sound as her body lightly vibrates. Val lightly giggles in response to my touch, looking me in the eyes. Don’tthinkabouthercutenessdon’tthinkabouthercutenessdon’tthinkabouthercutenessdon’tthinkabouthercuteness!

To keep my mind off of it and to hopefully dissuade her from reading ...

... my mind, I start circling my hand on her tummy. But the results of it are far different than I expected. Instead of giggling more, she...moans. I stop my hand movements and she stops giggling. This may not have been such a good idea. She then cements my thoughts of this being a bad idea with her markings turning from white to yellow. I remove my hand, relentlessly apologizing my ass off,

“O-oh my- I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know th- it was an- I thou-”

“I-it- it is perfectly fine,” she profusely accepts, sitting up, “It was only an accident. You had no idea of knowing. I should have informed you better. Please, forgive me.”

“No, no, you did nothing wrong. There’s nothing to apologize for. I should’ve been thinking before I acted. It’s my fault. Touching you was a big mistake from the get go.”

“But...I-...I was not...opposed to your touch.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. Before I can say anything else, she says,

“Listen, the past is the past. It happened and now we can either dwell on it, or move past it.”

Ok, good. She’s not too disturbed by me practically molesting her.

“I agree,” I cosign, “There’s no point in putting energy in something we can’t control.”

“Exactly. So how about we pretend that that never took place?”

“You read my mind.”

We share a laugh before laying back down on the ground, simply enjoying each others’ company. But now it’s completely different. I swear, I can feel...something with her right next to me. Not only that, I ...