A Lovely Stroll

"Nothing I haven't said already." I say, wishing I didn't have hormones and wishing she wasn't sitting in my lap while they ran wild. There was no way she hadn't noticed.

"By the way I've been feeling something poking my ass for a little while now, would you happen to know what it could be?" I smile and look at him as I tease him.

"Hormones, My Lady. A man has no control over his hormones, no matter his intentions. You should just take it as another reassurance of your beauty, inside and out." I say, trying to keep control of the situation with carefully selected words. This is the most awkward thing ever! What kind of girl couldn't care less about that? Futas must be a whole different thing entirely!

"So then if I do this," I grab his hand and place it on my chest, "you would like it?" I grin as his hormones run wild.

"That depends," I say, "yet again on hormones. You really give me no chance! Grabbing a girl's breast or bedding with them doesn't mean you love them! Really..." I say, my voice trailing off as I remove my hand from her chest. That's so shallow...

"I'll be honest with you, I'm saving my first time with my female part for my true love..." my voice sounding sheepish as I admit that. "Everything else is fair game." I kiss his chin softly.

"Fair game? There is nothing fair in life, nothing free either." I frown suddenly, bad memories clouding my mind and filling my vision like ancient, but still lethal, wraiths. This is not what I want. My scowl deepens, growing fierce, like a line of pure outrage.

"I think your little friend wants to say hello with how much your poking me with it." I giggle happily as I kiss him deeply.

I practically shove her out of my lap. "Stop that!" I yell. I instantly regret yelling at her, but refuse to admit it. "It's getting obnoxious, My Lady." My voice drips with sarcasm as poignant as venom and as deep as an ocean trench. Then, my voice softens, "Why don't you just leave me alone for a bit. I'm...irrational." I spin around a start to stalk off.

"oh well." I get up and begin to walk in the opposite direction "Maybe next time."

"Maybe..." I mutter, also leaving.