Nocturnes and Other Nocturnes (15 page)

Sexes in the City

It was weeks before I dared expose my skin in the privacy of my new home. And, even then, only parts of it. My hands, my crotch. While looking at vids of the girls at innerskin.web. I ached for flesh against flesh, even for my own. As if I had ever known any other flesh. As my cum shot out, that noise from upstairs, from my landlord’s, started up again.

I had moved to the city right after high school, to go to college. Apartments were hard to find – and expensive – but I snagged this cruddy basement flat where the rent was cheap and the landlord didn’t care if I was a few weeks late sometimes. The apartment building had an ecolock chamber – every building had to – but I wished I could have found a place with an additional, private ecolock for each unit. I would have felt safer.

I could never have afforded such fancy digs, though. Between public ecolock taxes, mandatory health security fees, and my outerskin lease, I was lucky to be able to afford school. I’d emerge with a debt that would take me decades to pay off, but at least I’d have a chance at getting into a corporate village with better ecolocks and state-of-the-art outerskin. The landlord and his wife lived in the flat directly above mine. I disliked him. The face on his outerskin was repulsive, with a fake mustache that screamed cheesy.

He was almost paternal with me, friendly in a cloyingly patronizing way. I tolerated it because I couldn’t afford to move. His wife was even more disgusting: her outerskin face was programmed to look heavily made up, nearly glowing purple, crowned with a wig of bleach-blond big hair. She strutted around like a vintage porn starlet – skimpy top showing off her oversize tits, clear spike heels tilting up her barely concealed outerskin butt – and ignored me whenever I presumed to greet her. When they fucked – and they fucked constantly – it sounded like a crappy porno, every steady beat of moans, groans, and screams blatantly performed.

Still, I couldn’t help wondering whether they risked fucking flesh to flesh or whether they actually enjoyed doing it outerskin to outerskin.

~

I noticed her the first day of school. She was older – old enough to be a grad student, so she wasn’t in any of my classes. Her outerskin shone in a peculiar way, and I found that my eyes were drawn to her, finding her of their own volition.

I took to following her, observing her. I missed classes to spy on her.

She loved to touch, her hands always casually groping the places where her friends’ outerskins peeked through their clothes.

In my experience people like that were immediately ostracized. You weren’t supposed to touch. Outerskin made it safe, but suspicions lingered.

But not so with her. She was gregarious, popular – charismatic, even from afar.

~

Lying in bed, after the noise from upstairs finally quieted down, I peeled off my entire outerskin for the first time since leaving the safety of my parents’ home.

I looked at my hands and imagined they were hers.

I touched my chest. I rubbed my taught belly. I fingered my ass crack. I pressed the palms of my hands against the soles of my feet. I cupped my balls. I stroked myself, imagining a world of fleshly sensations unmediated by outerskin. A world without biohackers, without mutagenic nanoviruses, without poisonous air, without genetically booby-trapped food, without contaminated water, without STD warfare.

~

Coming home from school, I raised my arm to press the hand of my outerskin against the palmkey of my apartment building’s ecolock. Before I made contact, another hand grabbed mine.

“I thought I’d follow you for once.” Her voice was husky. Sexy.

I turned around to see the object of my obsessions, my fantasies. I swallowed, unable to speak.

She laughed. “My name’s Kim. Invite me in?”

I told her I needed my hand back to unlock the door.

I was sweating profusely, so much that my cheap outerskin couldn’t process it fast enough. A sticky film spread between my flesh and my outerskin.

~

Inside my apartment, she immediately started to take my clothes off. But I had to stop her, because the pressure on my bladder was unbearable.

When I returned from the washroom, she was sprawled on the floor laughing her head off, teasingly opening and closing her knees.

Naked.

There was no mistaking that she had stripped down to her real flesh. Her clothes were strewn all over, but...

She saw the question on my face. “I never wear outerskin. Ever.”

I should have panicked, but she smiled; it disarmed me.

She said, “Do you want me?”

Yes. But I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“Good. Take your time. Make sure you want this to happen. That you want to shed your outerskin. And to shed your identity. Your obsolete identity.”

It hurt how much I wanted to taste her. I didn’t care how much her words confused me. How much she confused me.

I took off my clothes. Trembling, I stripped off my outerskin.

She nodded at me and bit her lower lip.

I approached her, knelt down, and grabbed one of her feet. I ran my tongue along her sweaty arch. She moaned.

She stroked my engorged cock, and I fell atop her. I nibbled on her neck, running one hand through her hair while the other caressed her small breasts. Her feet nuzzled my legs while she breathed into my ear. Her pelvis nudged up against mine with insistent urgency. I covered her mouth with my lips, and her tongue explored me. I mumbled something about getting a condom and disentangled myself from her. The shock of suddenly not touching her skin so unsettled me that I let out a small sob.

Kim took my hand and placed my fingers inside her moist vagina. “Forget the condom,” she said. “Taste me.”

While she stroked my chest, I brought my fingers to my lips and licked her juice. The taste of her filled my mouth, made me salivate. I swallowed – and felt her essence ooze down my throat, warm my chest ... I swooned.

I was dimly aware of Kim catching me, laying me down on the floor.

Her nails dug into my chest as she slid her vagina over my almost painfully erect cock. My mind exploded, and so did my balls; the sperm shot through my penis and burst out in a long, steady stream. She clenched her vagina and wiggled her crotch against mine, encouraging me to come and come and come...

When I was done, she laughed with such unabashed joy, clutching me to her, showering me with playful kisses, that I was able to let go of the embarrassment caused by my overeager orgasm.

She rolled us over, careful to leave our genitals snugly cupped, leaving me briefly on top. While I kissed her, our mouths wide open, as if to swallow each other, she carefully rolled us over again. She kissed my face with slow tenderness. She bent her back, rubbing herself against my pelvis, and licked my nipples. Already I felt my cock getting hard again, expanding in her vagina’s embrace.

Yet I withdrew, eager to taste her again, to drink directly from the source.

I grabbed hold of her hips, lifted her up, and brought her to my face. My tongue slithered inside her, and the blend of our juices smeared onto my mouth and cheeks. I experienced another moment of dizziness, but I struggled to focus on what I was doing, on pleasing her. My body felt soft and malleable; I imagined it was entirely due to the unexpected intensity of the sexual encounter and the long, deeply ecstatic orgasm – unlike anything that had ever resulted from masturbation – a new kind of pleasure that I felt had already changed me irrevocably.

I caressed Kim’s ass, kissed its soft cheeks, and inserted a finger into her anus.

I pushed her forward, onto her knees, and I licked her out, my tongue and lips exploring every nook, fold, and crevice of her. She pushed her butt against my face, increasing the pressure of my probing lips and tongue.

She moaned faster and faster, more and more rhythmically, until she screamed her orgasm.

Then I kneeled and took her from behind. This time, I rode her slowly, every thrust and semi-withdrawal keeping time with her breathing. I felt the sperm swell up from my balls, but I kept it inside me, paying attention to the subtleties of Kim’s cries and squirms.

Again, she began to moan rhythmically, but she stayed at that plateau for a long, long time while our bodies slammed into each other, splattering sweat, saliva, and juices.

I was struggling not to come, admiring the glistening beauty of her sweaty back – and she screamed with pleasure. I spurted into her, joining her in orgasm. My fingers dug into the flesh of her hips while my cock sought to reach deeper into her. Then I surprised myself with one more big spurt, and I slipped out of her and fell backward, still squirting into the air.

Kim glanced at me with a dreamy look and a satisfied smile. She grabbed my head and guided it down into her crotch. Once again, I started licking her out, sucking her clit with my lips. Once again, my head swam with dizziness, but I was getting used to the sensation. She responded enthusiastically to the sucking, with a deep, profound “Oh yeah” – so I concentrated on that. I could feel her clit grow, her excitement becoming increasingly urgent. Her clit continued to expand. I felt it push against my teeth. I opened my mouth wider, and it filled up the space between my tongue and my palate. I reached down to finger her vagina, and instead my hand cupped a hot, hairy scrotum.

I stared at the new penis, distantly aware that something unusual had occurred. Kim’s aroma filled my mouth, my throat, my lungs, my nose, permeated my whole body. I was only remotely conscious of my own identity. I found myself caressing Kim’s penis. It grew bigger, leaking lubricant. I bent down and kissed it, then intently examined Kim’s whole body. Instead of sporting small, perky cups, his chest was now flat and muscular. His shoulders had broadened, and his hips and torso had lost their curves, but they’d gained strong, muscular lines. I finally looked into his eyes, and I saw in them the same generous playfulness the female Kim had shown me. He chuckled, then bent down to kiss my now-flaccid cock. He brought it back to life, teasing it with his tongue. We repositioned ourselves into a sideways sixty-nine, sucking each other off hungrily while we fingered each other’s assholes.

He came before me, spurting all over my face. I came immediately after. Then we licked each other clean, and the pleasure extended itself again and again until we both shrank to complete limpness.

He sat up and then bent down to kiss me. Our tongues played together.

He closed my eyes with his fingers. With both hands, he started massaging my balls and cock, kneading them like dough. Every squeeze sent ripples of pleasure rushing to my head.

And then I felt his fingers wiggle inside me, going deeper with every stroke. At first I thought he was playing with my anus, but then he put a finger up my ass also. I reached down and discovered that my penis and balls were gone. I stroked the hood of my clitoris while his fingers probed the insides of my vagina and my ass. I whimpered with pleasure. Gradually, he withdrew his fingers while I kept masturbating.

He kissed my left nipple. My breast expanded under his stimulation. He switched to the right and repeated the process. Again, my breast swelled.

With my other hand, I caressed my chest. It was now smooth, hairless. And my breasts were large, firm yet soft.

I shoved Kim away and examined myself. My hips were round, my stomach smooth. My breasts were beautifully voluptuous. I squeezed my new breasts, my hands unequal to the task of containing them, and I felt the grin spread across my face. I touched my cheeks, and all trace of stubble had vanished; my jaw, my chin, and my nose were all subtly smaller, my lips a bit fuller.

I looked at Kim; his cock was hugely erect.

He held my wrists to the floor and entered me with a swift, hard thrust. I gasped in pain – but there was pleasure, too. He slid backward and forward with tenderness, gently biting my nipples with each thrust. I lost track of time and of myself as his cock moved within me, filled me up. Eventually, I pulled him closer to me and bit his shoulder while he plunged deeper into me with increasing force and almost violent abandon. I felt my orgasm well up until my whole body was ready to explode. And then I screamed, and so did he, while he continued moving inside me until I came a second time, and then a third time.

He withdrew and flipped me around. Groaning deep, satisfied
Mmm
s, he planted admiring kisses on my ass cheeks. He ran his fingernails down my legs, until he reached my feet, on which he playfully nibbled. I squirmed, on the edge of feeling tickled. He parted my ass with his hands and licked out my anus. I thrashed wildly, but his strong grip kept my ass pressed against his mouth.

He pulled away; my crack was dripping with saliva. I felt his penis probe my butt. I squirmed against it; he grabbed me by the waist and slowly, very slowly, drove his long, thick, hard, and very wet cock up my ass. He rode me delicately, and the movements of his cock took over my awareness. While he was inside me, my world was defined by that sensation. Then I felt him tense up and heard him gasp. As his spent penis shrank, my anus contracted and pressed him out.

I sat down and saw him precariously balanced on his knees, his head still swaying in ecstasy. I reached out and held his hands.

He smiled drowsily at me and leaned into me. He kissed my neck. He kissed my breasts, lingering a long time on each one. He kissed my stomach. And then his face disappeared between my legs, and he licked out my cunt.

He licked me through two more orgasms, and then sat up and kissed the palms of my hands.

I smiled at Kim. Kim who was a woman again, with smooth skin, small perky breasts, and a thick bush around her cunt.

She bent down and kissed me on the mouth. We caressed each other’s breasts, playing with our nipples, necking furiously. My lips became raw with kissing. When I pulled back, we both laughed, and then, sitting up, we hugged each other with all our strength.

She cupped my face with her hands and pecked my cheeks with her open lips. She squeezed my ample tits and, pressing herself against me, rubbed her nipples against mine. We both simultaneously laughed and gasped. She reached down and pressed her hand against my eager cunt, and I let out a long, languorous sigh. Her fingertips traced the outline of my labia, and I shivered with delight and anticipation. She bent down, spread my legs, and poked her tongue into my ass crack, taking her time, but gradually, eventually, running it up to my moist pussy. She pushed it inside, her lips brushing against my labia. She continued upward and pressed her tongue against my excited clit.