Chapter 7: Prom Night

Prom Night, except, well, late afternoon before the Prom, and my Mom was freaking. Me, I was dancing on air, just waiting for Ziggy to arrive, and I’d told Mom I didn’t want to go to the after-prom party, and she’d been really relieved, even when I’d asked if Ziggy could sleep over, because I guess she didn’t have too many illusions about me. Which made me a bit sad, because I was eighteen and I really had never shamed the family or betrayed the family’s honor.

“Ziggy likes to sleep in water, Mom,” I said. “If you’re okay with him staying over, I figure he can sleep in my bathtub. I’ve been saving my water allowance.” I had too, mostly I’d been using the sterilizer unit, because I was environmentally conscious, and on Luna, water was precious. Most of my friends didn’t even have a shower, let alone a bathtub. And the sterilizer unit actually cleaned you more effectively anyhow, and lasered body hair, and everything, all at the same time. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d actually used my bathtub.

“What about if you need to, you know, use the washroom at night?” my Mom said.

“Ziggy’s an alien, Mom,” I said. “Besides, I can use the guest washroom if I need to.”

“I’ll ask your Dad,” she said, and okay, she hadn’t said no. We were good, and when Dad came home, he looked at me and shrugged. “Ziggy’s safe, lo-paw,” he said to Mom. “He’s an alien. Not like she’s going to...” but he cut off whatever it was he’d been going to say, and all he said in the end was, “I hope we’re not making a mistake agreeing to this, but I can’t see what could go wrong.”

Ziggy actually looked rather debonair in that black and silver kilt, and his black and silver formal weapons harness, without all the weapons and ammo, thank goodness, and Mom cried when she saw me in my little back formal dress, and Ziggy was a big hit at the Prom, and we danced together all night, and we’d been practicing a lot. He actually danced rather well, and he’d learned to keep his tentacles quiet, so we didn’t damage anyone while we were dancing, and we looked really special together.

Mom was sort of right. I was going to look back on those images of my Graduation Prom, and just sigh, because dancing those slow dances, held in Ziggy’s tentacles, was just divine, and the fast dances were fun to, because Ziggy was one cool hepcat, and he had a few moves that were, like, completely original on the dance floor, and we were kind of the stars of the show there for a while.

“Let’s go early,” Ziggy,” I whispered, and he flashed agreement, and we headed off, hand in tentacle, walking slowly back to my parents through the tunnels, one of his tentacles around me, and he was sleeping over, and I was really looking forward to that.

“Goodnight Mom, good night Dad,” I said, a little later, after I’d told Mom all about the Prom, and she was still a bit disappointed I hadn’t gone with a human date, but she didn’t make it to obvious, and Ziggy was really happy.

“I better sort out Ziggy’s bath for him,” I said, leading him out and down towards my hatch, and into my room, and I made sure that hatch was locked and sealed behind me, because I already knew that when Ziggy started to make out with me, I made a lot of noise, and tonight, I was really looking forward to making a lot of noise.

Ziggy was looking forward to it to, because his tentacle tips kept dilating as we walked away from my parents, and as soon as that hatch was shut, all seven of his sexual organs extruded, and I knew he was really eager, because his tentacles flew as they stripped my little black dress from me, and then my little black G-string panties, and Mom hadn’t said a thing about me not wearing a bra.

“You are beautiful, Lady Stardust,” Ziggy said, as I unfastened his harness and kilt, throwing them across the room and we were both naked as I led him into my bathroom and filled my bath with rose-scented water, because I’d discovered Ziggy loved the scent of roses, and he was totally into flowers, because I discovered half a dozen big bunches of hydroponically grown red roses there, that he must have had delivered to Mom and Dad after we left, and I just melted into his tentacles.

“Ohhhh, Ziggy,” I sighed, and then I did a bit more than sigh as he flowed into my bath, carrying me with him, and it was a good thing I’d persuaded my Dad to have that extra-large Jacuzzi installed, because it was only just big enough for the two of us, and Ziggy’s tentacles massaged me everywhere, my body, my breasts, my arms and my thighs, my butt, my back, my neck and face and then, last, teasing me the way only Ziggy could tease me, my sex, and I moaned as one tentacle kissed me, and the tip of another caressed my labia, brushing my clitoris with a delightful delicacy that could morph into remorseless strength at any moment, and I hovered there on the edge of ecstasy, knowing my body was giving him that sensual pleasure he desired as much as I did.

“Stardust...” his vocoder said, and his skin rippled those colors of love and desire that I was coming to know so well, and my own skin was flushed pink, and tingling and then burning with pleasure. So much pleasure. So much love, and I loved him so very much, and he was half in the water, holding me in a cradle of tentacles, and my hands each clasped one tentacle extrusion, and his suckers flowed over my breasts, my nipples, and other suckers tasted my sex, teased around my clitoris, and I knew what I wanted.

“Ziggy,” I moaned, my back arching, shuddering with the ecstasy of that continuous full-body massage. “Oh Ziggy, please, I want one inside me, inside my sex ... please Ziggy ... I want you inside me, Ziggy...”

“Stardust,” he said, and his colors rippled with excitement. “Are you sure? ... I am not a human male ... I do not wish to hurt you, Stardust...”

My hands stroked two of those sexual organs, and he was big, but not that much bigger. “You can make your tentacles thinner, Ziggy, can you do that?”

“Yes,” he said. “I can do that.” One tentacle waved in the air before my face, and it thinned a little, shrank, and I knew.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Like that, please.” I watched as it slid down my body, and now his tentacles adjusted flowing, two wrapped around my legs from knee to thigh, twined around me, spreading my thighs apart, the tip teasing my sex, and two were under me, supporting me, while a fifth brushed my face, and the sixth and seventh slid over and around my boobs, and that one tentacle, the thinner one, it joined the two tips already teasing my sex, and those suckers, they parted me, exposing my entrance, and that thin tip probed gently.

“Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned, arching in mid-air, my head arching back, and that tip eased into me, thin enough that it slid into me without resistance, thick enough that the friction was exquisite, and my body rippled with sensations as he touched me, his tip turning, pressing, tasting, touching, exploring.

“Stardust, are you alright?” Ziggy asked, and his tentacle tip ceased its movements.

“Yes ... yes ... please, more,” I moaned. “Go slow, Ziggy, I’ll tell you if you need to stop.”

“Yes, Stardust,” Ziggy said. Then, “Heptapod females prefer this,” and he began to move a little, in, out, in a little further, again and again.

“I like that too,” Ziggy,” I moaned, and he didn’t stop. He kept in and on and in and on and on and on, and there was a sudden sharp pain, and I bucked and gasped.

“Stardust ... did I hurt you?” he said, and I felt his tendrils exploring me inside. “There is a membrane of skin, it is very thin and I have broken it. You are bleeding.”

“It’s alright, Ziggy,” I moaned, shuddering because it felt so good, even if it still hurt a little. “All human females have that, it’s alright to break it, that’s supposed to happen when it’s your first time to have sex. Don’t stop.”

“If you are sure, Stardust,” Ziggy said.

“I’m sure, Ziggy,” I moaned, my sex dancing on him where he was inside me. “Can I have more in me?”

“Yes,” he said, and his tentacle resumed its movements, and it was kind of weird to look down and see his tentacle easing in and out of me, slowly, and I could feel it inside me as well, and his other two tentacle tips there continued to tease, and suck, and massage, and it was better than I’d ever imagined.

“More,” I moaned, watching him, and I wasn’t sure how much of him was inside me, but I could feel him there, and it felt like he could go higher, and he did, very slowly and gently, until he hesitated, and something almost tickled me high inside.

“No more room inside,” he said.

“That is my cervix,” I said. “My eggs are higher up, but that’s as far as you can fit. If you try to go further, it will hurt me, Ziggy.”

“I understand,” Ziggy said. “What do we do now, Stardust? If you were heptapod female, I would move sex organ inside you in rhythmic in and out movements, and sensation of friction would give me pleasure and bring me to point of ejaculation, after which I would release semen with which to fertilize your eggs.”

“It is the same with humans, Ziggy,” I moaned, and it was really hard to talk, feeling his tentacle all the way up inside me, and it was rippling a little. “My ... my vaginal channel is designed to provide slippery friction for the male sexual organ, so that a human male will ejaculate inside me.”

“How do you receive pleasure from this, Stardust?” Ziggy asked. “Is it from release of semen, and fertilization of eggs as with heptapod females,”

“No,” I moaned. “It’s the friction of your movements where you enter me, and feeling you move inside me, and from my clitoris where I showed you...”

“Here?” Ziggy asked, and one of his tentacles sucked at my clitoris and I bucked and moaned because yes, there. There there there...

“Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, do that and move in me, Ziggy. I want you to keep going until you ejaculate inside me...”

“Yes, Stardust,” Ziggy said, and he began to move, his tentacle sliding in and out, not far, a couple of inches out and then in again, on and on, and it felt so good, but I wanted more.

“Can you make it thicker?” I moaned.

“Yes,” he said. “Like this?”

It seemed to swell and thicken inside me, eight inches of rigid sexual extrusion moving in me, stretching my channel walls around him, and I could look down and see where it slid into me, stretching me around his girth like a rubber band, as thick as my wrist, filling the juncture of my thighs.

“Oh yes ... yes ... no bigger ... that’s good ... that’s good ... that’s perfect,” I moaned, and it was right at that limit where you know you have everything you can take and it really was perfect, and he was thrusting, sliding, moving, filling me right to my cervix each time, and I was so close, and he could take me there whenever he wanted, and my mouth worked, trying to tell him that, but a tentacle tip found my lips and slid into my mouth, stretching my jaws around that tentacles sexual extrusion, and I moaned around it, holding another one in each hand, and oh yes ... yes yes yes oh yes...

“Mmmmmglugglugglug...” I swallowed as his tentacle tip ejaculated into my mouth, overwhelming my tastebuds with the taste of his thick creamy semen, and inside me, his tentacle tip spurted, and I felt that ejaculation high inside me, semen jetting out against my cervix, and he teased my clitoris just right, and I climaxed, my sex milking that sex organ inside me as it flooded me, and I was moaning and swallowing as one left my mouth, and empty as the other one left my sex, and it was over, and I wasn’t a virgin, and we’d done it, except...

I’d forgotten something.

I’d forgotten there were five other sexual organs there, and that one that’d been in my sex was replaced by another, which slid up inside me as quickly as the first had withdrawn, filling me, thrusting up high inside me, thick and hard, and I bucked and climaxed in that thickness, sobbing my excitement as his tentacle moved, giving me that sweet thick friction that I desired, that I wanted, that I needed, and when that one ejaculated, there was another, and another, and another, and it was endless bliss until at last he was satisfied, every one of his tentacle tips with empty semen reservoirs, and my sex knew what had happened.

Did it ever.

“Ohhhhh, Ziggy,” I sighed, sort of lying on him, his tentacles holding me, and one was still inside me, softer now, but filling me, reminding me that I wasn’t a virgin anymore, and that I’d brought shame and dishonor on the family name, except that if no-one found out, it wouldn’t matter at all, and it didn’t matter anyhow, because I knew I loved Ziggy, and I’d really wanted my first time to be with him, and now it had been, and yeah, it was a love story, and he was my Romeo, and I was his Juliet, but I sure hoped we didn’t end up like those two.