Issue 1
Rina's First Time
A large Trunkman was staring at me from across the room. His body was rippled, with strong limbs, and smaller branches visibly growing before my eyes. When I met his gaze, his leaves waved as if a gust of wind hit. His eyes were deep mahogany. He was the most masculine creature I had ever witnessed.
Cy grabbed my tentacle with a soft strand of leaves, "Oh my, are you vibing with the hunk of wood? He is making me turn pink."
Cy chose a Crinth, an unusual species from a misty planet that was not often on the menu, according to our hostess. Crinths look like seaweed. Their long, soft branches move slowly as if they are suspended in liquid even when they are in the air. And they change colors when aroused. We had dropped into our bodies about ten minutes ago.
"Rina, you are starting to glisten. And I smell you. Wow, Dilis do smell good."
I shifted on my stool nervously. "Cy, I shouldn't have picked a Dili. I love the idea of smelling good when I'm aroused, but I didn't think through how that is hard to hide."
Cy laughed. "Relax, you're fine. I am on my third color already. We're on vacation; there's no shame in it."
The Sex Bar had a rectangular glass aquarium bar in the middle of the room filled with bioluminescent creatures. Below my drink, I saw glowing jellies glide by, and tiny fish darted about like shooting stars. A diverse staff of bartenders worked from the inside, serving customers on the outside. There was no way to easily distinguish naturals from those renting bodies like Cy and me. The walls around the bar had small sex rooms with glass doors.
I looked back toward the Trunkman, and he was gone. My heart sunk. Then I heard a deep voice from behind: "Is this your first time?"
I felt myself growing wet all over. I looked over my shoulder, and the Trunkman was towering over me. He had grown a few inches taller on his walk over.
"My first time, what, at the Sex Bar?" I tried to be nonchalant.
"Yes, at the Sex Bar." He smelled like the earth after rain.
"Um, I'm just having a drink with my friend. Not interested, ok?"
He laughed. He reached out a small branch and stroked my neck gently with his leaves. "My name is Wade. You know, as a Dili, you can't really hide when you are interested." Oh, that voice! I could feel it like a bass speaker.
When he pulled his branch back, his leaves had a glistening residue from my blue skin, and I was on the verge of breaking into orgasm.
I spun around on my stool to face him. "My name is Rina."