---Yasmin’s perspective---
I sit in my room, the cute Mazurzy woman sat opposite from me.
Her children are being looked after by a friend, allowing her the night off.
I’m flattered she’s choosing to spend it with me!
I’m obviously not drinking any alcohol… funnily enough, when I suggested that she could, she politely declined. I suppose she was just being considerate.
“OK… so…” she says, pointing at me, mischievously “…the giant guy… the redhead… the one I thought was your husband… would you?”
I giggle “No… I would not… you know, since he has a partner(!)”
She waves her hand dismissively “He’s single, you’re single… what about then?”
I think about that for a moment before answering “I mean… I wouldn’t rule it out… He seems like a sweet enough guy and…” I bite my lip “…that bod of his certainly doesn’t hurt(!) I just… I don’t know if he’s really my type… He’s got a bit of a boyish face… which I don’t really find attractive… plus English is such a boring language…!”
“I’m sorry?” she laughs “What does his language have to do with anything? Don’t you come from a world where a couple doesn’t necessarily need to speak the same language? And don’t you basically speak all the languages?!… You learned mine overnight!”
I shake my head “I’m fully fluent in maybe a hundred and fifty languages! There are more that I’m either partially fluent in or can fully comprehend but can’t speak because of the limits of my own anatomy!… Learning Polish originally took me a couple of months when I was a young girl, then a few more weeks, each, for Czech, Slovak and Sorbian… I was able to become conversant in your language, so quickly, because I was already fluent in all of its building blocks, but your boy and Twila were able to stumble through an exchange, with her speaking 23rd Century Polish!”
“OK, but why does it matter what language he speaks?” she asks, her beautiful, brown eyes narrowed in mirthful suspicion.
“Oh… well…” I start, feeling myself blush a little “…I prefer not to use translators… if I can help it… No fun… Learning new languages is… exciting…for me…”
Her eyebrows raise as she says “Oh… oooh!… Well… that’s certainly… an interesting taste… wouldn’t have been possible on Nowe Mazury, obviously!… I mean… you could have learned Old Polish, I suppose, but… well, most women never got that opportunity…”
“Sounds awful!” I grimace.
She shrugs in response before asking “So, his language is boring to you?”
I waggle my head, indecisively “It’s… a fine enough language… it’s serviceable… It’s just so ubiquitous in Terran Space that it’s usually one of the first that people learn, just for its utility! Almost everyone speaks it and so it’s really easy to find people to learn it from and speak it with! There’s no mystery in it for me anymore!… To hear people, whose first language it is, talk about it, you’d swear it was a miracle that it ever became the Terran lingua franca(!) They seem to believe that it’s unique for its mix of grammar and lexis from different, distantly related languages (it isn’t. It’s quite a creole, but far from unique!), for its weird, nonsensical spellings (Scots Gaelic is so much worse!), for how thick with idioms and phrasal verbs it is (again, it has a lot… not the most… not clearly, at least!) and for the quantity of loanwords it’s taken from other languages across the world (forgetting that cultural exchange goes two ways)…I’ve learned all of the unusual shibboleths, I’ve mastered all of the etymological influences, I know every obscure loanword, I learned the rules, the exceptions, the exceptions to the exceptions and the exceptions to those! I can speak his language as naturally as I speak Farsi! There’s just no excitement left to mine from it!”
“What about my language?” she smiles, flirtatiously, finally making me certain that she is bi “…Is there any excitement left to mine from Nowo Mazurski?”
“Oh… erm… *ahem*… yeah… sure! I mean… I’m… fluent enough to have this conversation but, every 10 minutes or so you use a funny little portmanteau of a Hungarian word and a Latvian one or something, or, like, a native idiom that I’m not familiar with… something I have to either think about or ask you about… I still get a little kick out of it… What… err…about you… would you go for it if you were propositioned by a single Victor?”
She smirks and lies back on the sofa, gesturing vaguely as she says “Daaamn right! Man that big, you know he’s gotta be fucking hung!!! I’d let him split me in half with his monster cock and then he could use those big, strong arms of his to ‘Hugging’ me better, all night long(!)”
I role my eyes, mirthfully, at her bringing up my early failure to properly translate the epithet ‘Cuddles’ and answer “Tell you what, how about you learn his language and see how easy it is to translate colloquial words like ‘Cuddle’ into a speech register you encountered, for the first time, yesterday! Tell me how it goes…(!)”
She grins “Only teasing, hun…!… Alright, your turn…!”
I raise an eyebrow “My turn to what…?”
She gestures as if she thinks its obvious “Pick someone!… I picked Victor, now you pick someone…!”
“Oh, of course(!)” I chuckle “OK… you like muscles, how about Thran?”
---Zuzana’s perspective---
I sit up, confused.
Has she not actually understood the game?
“How about Thran for what?” I ask, eyes narrowed.
“If a single Thran strolled up to you and said ‘Hey baby… fancy a good time?’… would you?”
I laugh “We’re talking about sex here!”
She nods “Yes… would you have sex with Thran…?”
“But…” I say, extremely befuddled “…Thran’s a woman!”
Her face registers surprise as she says “Oh… sorry… I just assumed you were bi…”
“You assumed I was what?”
“Bi…? You know… bisexual?”
I shake my head “I don’t know that word…”
“Oh… err… interesting… It’s pretty much the same in every language yours took lexis from… maybe you have, like, an idiom for it that superseded and replaced it at some point?… It just means thinking both boys and girls are sexy… and maybe people who’re neither…”
Ignoring the confusing thing she said about ‘people who are neither’ (what would a person be if not a boy or a girl?), I scoff “Why’s there a word for that?… Isn’t it normal to find girls sexy?”
She raises an eyebrow and chuckles “If you’re bisexual, yes! Very normal!”
Frustratedly, I say “You know what I mean! Everyone finds a woman with a pretty face and a nice figure exciting to look at… Doesn’t mean you’d actually have sex with her!… How would it even work with two women!? There’d be no cock!”
“Oh… you sweet summer child!” laughs the woman with the pretty face and the nice figure “You don’t have to have a cock to have sex! There are lots of alternatives!”
Not appreciating the patronising tone she’s taken, I ask “Like what!?”
“Weeell… there a lots of toys you can use… dildos, vibrators, beads, etc…” she holds up her hand in a lewd mime “…there’s also manual stimulation… some FF couples like to scissor…” she threads the index and middle fingers of both hands to demonstrate “…though it is slightly tricky to achieve proper stimulation that way… Some people like to use cybernetics, which allow one party to feel like their fucking the other with a cock while the other gets fucked by it… Personally, I’ve always been a fan of a lady who’ll shut me up by pressing my lips to her cunt(!)” she mimes pressing an imaginary head between her legs.
“You’re ‘bisexual’!?” I ask, flabbergasted “You’ve… done that… to women?!”
She nods “Most Terrans are at least a little bisexual… A lot of people say they’re straight or gay because they have a strong preference for either the opposite gender or their own… but surveys suggest that more Terrans than not have either had multiple genders of sexual partners or would at least be willing to… Honestly, I’m surprised this is so shocking to you… is it forbidden on your planet, or what?”
I screw up my face, uncomfortably and answer “…It’s… I don’t know about it being ‘forbidden’… It’s just… not done! I mean… two women wouldn’t be able to have any children together… there’d be no one to look after them if they grew old… There wouldn’t be a man whose income could support them…”
“Could they not earn their own incomes?” she queries.
I sigh “I mean… I guess… but it’d be way more difficult!… Nobody would want to train them in a skilled profession because the assumption would be that they’d leave when they got pregnant and it would be a waste of the time spent training them…”
She cocks an eyebrow “People would assume that… the members of the FF couple… would get pregnant?”
I throw up my hands “People wouldn’t understand that!… If two of my unmarried female friends moved in together, I would assume it was platonic and that they were both just supporting eachother while they looked for men!… I’d never think they were like… that! Actually… now I think about it… there are a couple of households I know that I’m now reevaluating the relationships of!”
She laughs “Gay and bi erasure are common features of patriarchal societies… Don’t take this the wrong way but, I hope this taboo dies a death with your planet’s reintegration… no one should have to be ashamed of who they are!”
I think about that before saying “I… think I agree!”
She smiles “Tell me… when you’ve had sex in the past… has the guy never done any foreplay… Did he always just whack it in? None of them used their tongues or their hands?”
I blush “Lukas… used his tongue… and his hands… just, after that, he would use his cock!”
“Oh… honey! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bring up your husband!” she says, clearly concerned and not at all aware of the delight she’s causing by calling me ‘honey’…
I wave away her concerns “It’s fine, Yasmin… Nailing that ratbastard has made me feel so much better… Thank you for helping me with that!”
She shakes her head “I really didn’t do anything! It was Miyazaki and the prosecutor who walked us through everything you needed to know!”
I raise a finger and waggle it “But it was you who explained it all to me in a way I could understand!… Couldn’t make heads or tails of ‘extradition’ or ‘jurisdiction’ until you made them simple for me!”
She starts to object “No, I…” but I cut her off.
“Take the compliment, honey!”
She smiles and chuckles.
“So… how many girls have you had, Yasmin…?” I ask, smiling slyly.
“Oh… err… in my life?… I have no idea! Remember how I’m older than both Witold and Kornelia…? I could probably come up with a number if I had time to think about it but… even then, there might be some I missed…”
“Tisk, tisk(!) So promiscuous(!)… I thought you told me that Muslims were meant to be modest and conservative! Isn’t that what your ‘shayla’ is for… to stop people leering at you with lascivious intent(?)” I quip, gesturing to the chusta that covers her head and really hoping I don’t offend her.
Mercifully, she laughs “I did… and we tend to be and it is!… The thing about Muslims is that we’re also people… individuals(!) Not every one of us is a perfect platonic form of how nonMuslims imagine us… some Muslims drink alcohol, lots don’t perform salah five times a day, many have never made the hadj… When my parents raised me, they put a lot of effort into making sure I was modest with regard to men and boys and so, at 78, I’ve never had sex with any (despite finding them attractive) and I try to avoid any physical contact, even as innocent as shaking hands… Regarding girls however… their attitude was a shrug and a ‘we don’t care, do whatever’ and so, I’m a massive slut for a pretty girl, especially if she speaks an interesting language(!)”
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“OK… so… how about recently then?… Tell me about the most recent girls who, to use your words, ‘shut you up by pressing your lips to their cunts’?”
She blushes “Well… the last time I was on a Terran planet… I actually had two… Not at the same time, more’s the pity(!)”
“Oh, really? Tell me about them…” I smile from my reclined position.
“So, the first was on the night I arrived… there was this absolutely stunning Norsegirl I was sat next to at a feast… Jet black hair… snow white skin… eyes as blue as sapphires! We got to talking, we got to flirting… she invited me home…”
“And I assume you managed to seduce her while speaking her language?… And with no translator, of course!”
She nods “I did…”
I giggle, then ask “What about the other one…?”
She holds up an elegant finger and frowns “Ah… now, I’ll tell you about her… but you have to promise to keep it a secret…”
I narrow my eyes “I’ll… keep it a secret… I mean, so long as she wasn’t a child or anything!!!”
She waves her hand “No! No!!! Nothing like that… it just… might make things a little awkward… with certain people aboard…”
“Ooooo! Juicy… spill it!” I cackle, gleefully.
“You… you know Tuun?”
My mouth falls open.
“You mean… the giant, blue skinned, four armed, Elf eared, Strzyga fanged, white haired alien…?!” then, in horror, I realise “You mean Victor’s girlfriend!?!?!?… She cheated on him with you?!”
She shakes her head “Nooooo!!! Not her… her sister… her very single sister!… She was helping me learn their language and, very frankly, propositioned me…”
“But…?” I ask, gobsmacked “…you still had sex with an alien?! With a 2.2m tall woman with blue skin and four arms?!”
She nods “I did… though she’s actually quite a bit taller than Tuun… more like 2.4m… and her hair’s got more of a light blue tint to it…”
I ask the only question I can think to “…So… err… how was that?”
Her eyes go wide as she takes a deep inhale and answers “Intense!… That was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to demand it!… She tasted like nutmeg and she had this… fuck… this erotic fucking smug smirk that she gave down between her voluptuous tits as she crushed my skull between her thighs!… Oh and, let me tell you, when it was my turn… the things that having four arms allowed her to do… Just, wow!”
I grin and chuckle.
“You know…” she muses “…you never answered the question…”
“What question?” I ask, bemused.
“Thran; yay or nay?… You clearly don’t mind yourself a muscly redhead, so does her being a woman put you off?”
I think about that for a while before answering “…I think… Thran would have to be a ‘nay’ from me… but not because she’s a woman…”
“Oh, really? Why then…?”
I frown “It’s… her… face…”
Yasmin bursts out laughing.
“Look, I’m not calling her ugly!” I defend “…She’s just… she has a lot of features that look very strange to me and they add up to make her not my type!… The strong brow, the receding chin, the large nose… it’s a very distinct look and it’s just not for me!… Stop laughing!!!”
She gets herself mostly under control and says “Sorry…*giggle*… you’re right!… Hers is the first Neanderthal face you’ve ever seen…*giggle*… and I get that they might be a bit of an acquired taste!… It was just the way you said it!!!… *HAHAHAHahahahehehehehe*…” she imitates me, waving her hand over her face and making me sound slightly dim as she says “‘…her…face…’!”
“Like I said; she’s not my type… as cute as she was when I saw her playing with that litter of kittens in Malbork, it’d still be a ‘no’!”
The stunning woman, having finally stopped giggling at me, leans forward and asks “Oh…? So… tell me… as far as girls go… what is your type?”
A rash, impulsive, stupid thought grips me and my stomach swoops as if I’ve just been thrown off the top of the Pilecki, while my heart pounds in my ears!
---Yasmin’s perspective---
Zuzana sits up and fixes me with an intense stare before saying “I can tell you my type… if you want…”
She stands and starts slowly rounding the table, continuing “…The kind of girl I like… would be tall… taller than me, anyway… She’d be slim… She’d have an effortless charm to her… She’d be elegant and graceful… She’d be patient and kind… She’d be intelligent and eloquent… She would be refined in both her manner and her attire…”
At this point she reaches my seat and kneels on my dress, between my thighs.
I stay frozen in place as she places her hand on my cheek and smiles down at me “She’d have dark skin… golden-brown eyes and (I assume) dark hair…”
My breath hitches.
She strokes down to pinch my chin between her thumb and forefinger
“She’d be beautiful like no other woman I’ve ever seen…”
My voice quivers as I say “I… uuuh… I don’t know… eeeerrm… don’t know where you’d ever find a woman like that…!”
She smirks and then swoops down to press her lips to mine.
Her body is feather light and her mouth has an intense flavour to it!
Her eyes closed, her hands gripping the sides of my head under my shayla, her breaths fast and heavy, she kisses me with a desperate passion.
I’m halfway through melting into the kiss… when I come to my senses…
---Zuzana’s perspective---
I’m drinking in the fragrant perfume of this woman’s skin when I feel her hands at my shoulders gently but firmly pushing me off of her.
The moment my lips break from hers, she says “I can’t do this… It would be wrong!”
I wheeze out an incredulous laugh and say “Why!?… After everything you just said about the women you’ve…?!”
“It’s not because you’re a woman!” she interrupts “It’s for a dozen different reasons but that’s not one of them!”
Feeling extremely rejected I ask “What reasons?”
She sighs “…You’re a recently grieving widow, substantially less than half my age, from an undeveloped planet, who boarded this ship (which I work on in a capacity of care over you) to get lifesaving medical attention for your previously terminally sick child, I helped you catch your husband’s murderer the other day and, to cap it all off, you just discovered the meaning of the word bisexual …! You are vulnerable, you are emotionally compromised and I would be taking advantage…!”
“Whuh… uh…?! I kissed you!!! If anyone’s ‘taking advantage’ here, it’s me!”
She shakes her head “I would be the one taking advantage because of everything else I said!”
I glare “OK, let me see:… I may be a grieving widow, but does that mean I have to be celibate for the rest of my life? I may be much younger than you but has the age of consent been raised to thirty since we’ve been stranded(!?) I may be from a planet where I lived in medieval conditions but does that make me unable to consent to sex? You may be in a position of some power… but you are a translator, not a gaoler(!) I may have boarded to get Stefcia’s pneumonia taken care of but that’s done now!… What are you going to do, give it back to her…(?!) You helped explain to me everything I need to know to catch Ratimyr out… but, again, that’s done now… the prosecution already has the recording! Yes… I only just discovered that I am bisexual but I’ve always been bisexual and I want you to be my first woman! I am very much in possession of my faculties… I am not ‘vulnerable’, I am not ‘emotionally compromised’ and you would not be 'taking advantage'! I am fully aware of what I want and I am asking you for it!”
She sighs “You remember how… I’m not getting off at Citadel?… I need to continue, with this ship, and won’t be coming back with you to Nowe Mazury… You don’t think you might feel a little abandoned if (what I presume is) the second person (and first woman) you’ve ever slept with, and first since your husband, has sex with you a few times and then disappears for years!?… I don’t even know how feasible it will be for us to visit eachother once I’m back, what with your world being a protectorate with closed borders… Maybe they’ll allow tourism but that’s not a guarantee…”
I scoff “You can’t get me pregnant, for multiple reasons… You’re being upfront about your inability to commit… You say that casual sex is normal for nonMazurzy… I don’t understand the issue!”
She cocks an eyebrow “Multiple reasons…?”
I realise that I fucked up and say “Oh… you know… just because you’re a woman…”
Eyebrow still raised she says “Yes… that’s one reason… what are the others?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about… You must have misheard me… I didn’t…”
“Zuzana…” she interrupts sternly.
“Fine!” I relent “The other reason is that you can’t get someone pregnant twice!”
Her mouth falls open and her eyes dart to my stomach as she asks “You’re pregnant?… Right now?”
“Yes…*sigh*… Lukas got me pregnant a few weeks before Ratimyr killed him… Gato knows… Krish knows… no one else does…”
Her face anguished she starts “Zuzana… I…”
“Yasmin… I want you… you aren’t taking advantage… I’m fully in possession of myself… I comprehend your situation… Please… just take me!”
After a long moment of hesitation she says “Alright… Zuzana… if you’re certain this is what you want?”
“I’m certain!” I state “…And… you can call me Zuzka…”
She smiles “Alright… Zuzka… why don’t you start by taking off my shayla?”
Gleefully, I reach to her head, my heart pounding and my hands shaking with the excitement.
I unknot the shawl and pull it off of her head, revealing sleek, wavy, black hair that’s a little past shoulder length.
I drop the beautiful blue and gold chusta onto the couch beside us and look down at the stunning woman.
She smiles up at me and pulls my shoulders to bring my chest against hers.
I feel her breast squash under my weight.
She kisses me and runs her hands down my back to cup and squeeze my arse.
Minutes pass of us petting and fondling eachother.
The excitement of the fact that I’m doing this with a woman is never far from my mind!
I wonder how my life would have been different if this fact, about myself, hadn’t been so taboo that I supressed it…?
I probably still would have married Lukas… it wasn’t that he was a man that made him so attractive… it’s that he was Lukas…
I wonder what he’d think if he could see me now!
---Yasmin’s perspective---
The gorgeous little Mazurzy woman giggles and I pull her mouth from mine to ask “What’re you giggling about?”
Still giggling she answers “I…*hehehe*… I just…*snhsnhsnhsnhsnh*… I just thought of what Lukas would think if he could see me now…and then…*giggle*… I could just see him go…” she pulls a face of consideration for a few moments, seeming to be imitating the mannerisms of her husband, before jabbing a thumb upward and, in a masculine voice, saying “…Pretty hot!”
She bursts into laughter at her own impression of the man.
I laugh with her and say “Glad to know he’d approve(!)… Personally, I’d be more interested to see the look on Ratimyr’s face if he could see you kissing a woman instead of him(!)”
She answers “It would probably be something like:…” and pulls a look of horrified despair!
I giggle and then ask “…Shall we… undress?”
Her breath hitches, her eyes widen, she bites her lip and nods, excitedly.
I sit her up and bring my hands to the long cloth, wrapped around her stomach a dozen or so times, that acts as a corset.
I unwind it and her dress falls loose.
I tug on the fabric until I find the hem and, working together with her, pull the dress off over her head.
She has a distinct tanline, the skin of her arms, legs and torso being much paler than that of her hands and face.
She isn’t wearing a bra, seeming instead to have been relying on the way her dress was bound to hold up her shapely breasts.
What she was wearing on her bottom I can’t really call ‘panties’… more like a lacey set of boxer briefs.
I hook my thumb into them and she gives a smouldering smirk as she lifts her hips for me to slide them off.
I can see she’s soaking!
I guess, learning you have an entire new gender of people to have sex with would be exciting for anyone(!)
I rise from my chair and the tiny woman rises with me.
I stand about 8cm shorter than the average woman… she stands about 15cm shorter than me…
This dainty little slip of nothing is about to become the shortest woman I’ve ever been intimate with!
I reach down to my hips, where my abaya is constricted by a belt.
I undo the cloth and whip it off of myself with a flourish, causing a pleasing little gasp from her.
I smirk and begin working my arms out of my sleeves, then pulling my dress off of my shoulders… then letting it fall to the ground.
She frowns.
“What’s that?” she asks, pointing to my chest.
“It’s a bra…” I smile.
“What’s it for?”
“Oh… well, it keeps my nipples from chafing or being visible through my dress and it supports my breasts… Do women not wear bras on Mazury?”
Still frowning she answers “No… we do… we have solutions at least… I’ve just never seen a thing so obviously made for that purpose…”
“Would you… like me to leave it on?” I grin.
She shakes her head, emphatically, and I laugh, reaching behind me to unhook it.
I cup the front with my hands and shrug off the straps.
I drop it to the floor and enjoy the way the little woman ogles me.
I slide off my panties, exposing my own drenched pussy.
I hold out my arms to the gorgeous woman and we embrace again.
I can feel the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers, as we kiss.
Her muscles, though not particularly substantial in size, are quite well toned from a lifetime of work!
I bring my lips from hers and look down into her wonderful, brown eyes.
“I’d very much like you to sit down and shove my head between your legs now!” I say, gesturing to my bed “How does that suit you?”
Enthusiastically, she nods and goes to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
Her head swivels to track me as I go to the head of the bed and grab a pillow and continues to do so as I return to drop it on the floor between her legs.
I’m not even all the way knelt down when her hands shoot to the back of my head and launch it forward, my cheek skidding along the smooth, creamy skin of her inner thigh, before my nose is crushed against the front of her pelvis.
Taking my cue, I begin working my lips against hers.
One hand I bring under her leg and clamp against her gorgeous little arse, the other, I slip between my own legs to begin gently teasing myself with.
By Allah! Zuzka tastes good!
---Zuzana’s perspective---
Żywa!
Mokosz!
Łada!
By every Bogini!
The things this woman is doing with her tongue!
Does she only have one!?
Because right now it feels like she might have 150(!!!)
My thighs squash against her ears, I feel her hot breath as it passes over my crotch, her tongue probes deep inside me and the tip of her nose tickles my clit.
The sucking, squelching sounds her mouth is making against my pussy are utterly sublime to hear!
A wave of pleasure causes my upper body to collapse to the bed, crushing her hand beneath my weight and reducing my view of her to some black hair and a sliver of brown forehead skin that I can see between my pale breasts.
My hand still on the back of her head, I involuntarily crush her face deeper and deeper into my crotch, as she brings me closer and closer.
She keeps stimulating me as I scream in climax!
---Yasmin’s perspective---
I cuddle the little woman whose big spoon I'm currently acting as.
“How was it?” I smile, stroking her belly.
She puffs “You were amazing… I don’t think I was, though!”
I laugh “I have no complaints!… Your first time ever licking a pussy was definitely better than my first ever performance… Plus, I learned lots of new words(!)”
She chuckles.
“Have you thought about names you might give the baby?” I ask, still stroking her (yet to properly start showing) stomach.
A smile twists the corner of her mouth as she answers “If it’s a boy, I’ll definitely name him after his father… I didn’t really have a name picked out for a girl but…” she turns her head to me over her shoulder “…would you mind if I named her ‘Yasmin’…?”
I beam “I’d be honoured to be your child’s namesake, Zuzka!”
She smiles back and says “Good!… Now, would you set an alarm for tomorrow…? Krish is cooking pancakes and I don’t want to miss it…!”