Lina felt the hand again, tapping this time. She gazed up into the face of the largest diploid woman she had ever seen. Or quite possibly it was a trick of perspective, or the tree flower, since the woman was standing atop the crate and Lina was down below, considerably intoxicated.
The woman knelt and extended her hand to Lina, bio-luminescent designs covering her arm in an eerie, but inviting glow. Lina reached for her. The designs appeared to dance over the rippling muscles of the woman’s arm as Lina was hoisted.
Arabel had become aware of what was going on by then, and reached for Lina as she was being lifted into the air and deposited on top of the crate. Lina looked down. Arabel managed to secure the grip of another hand. It belonged to a diploid woman, equally covered in glowing designs, the dancing companion of the woman who was now busy helping Lina maintain her balance.
Lina and Arabel looked into each other’s eyes, on top of the crate, safely tucked away now in the center of an undulating circle made up of five towering diploid women. Lina could feel the heat and smell the mating scent of the circle surrounding her. She let her eyes wander over the full, gyrating hips and heavy, jiggling breasts. She looked down at her own slim little body and sighed.
Arabel, in the meantime, was quickly losing herself in the dance. Her arms raised above her head and swaying with the driving beat, she rubbed against Lina, and then against one of the diploid women, and then back to Lina. Dancing, spinning almost like the woman with the beads and bracelets, flowing with the music.
Lina paused for a moment to take in the sight of her Arabel—the lithe woman’s bio-luminescent designs glowing and filling the shadows cast by the circle of diploid women towering above, the pulsing lights from bio-globes being tossed skyward highlighting her hair, and the twinkling pinpoints of stars overhead. Lina shuddered, flushing with an overwhelming feeling of joy and rightness about everything around her.
Arabel was backing into her, rubbing her barely covered buttocks up and down Lina’s thigh as she continued moving with the rhythm. Lina could feel the moisture of Arabel’s sex leaving a trail. She ran her hands over any and all parts of Arabel that she could reach—from just above her knees, up her thighs with fingers snagging on the caution tape, to over her tummy and breasts, to finally reach Arabel’s own fingertips.
Lina laced her fingers in with Arabel’s as Arabel continued her sliding motion, adding to the wetness on Lina’s thigh. Lina pulled Arabel’s right hand down, with fingers still laced together, and deposited Arabel’s fingers in her mouth. The couple writhed together for a while, with Arabel sucking and swirling her tongue around Lina’s fingers as the writhing diploid bodies danced around her.
Lina pulled Arabel’s hand free and guided it lower down between her own thighs. Arabel rested her head back on Lina’s shoulder and with Lina’s hand guiding, entered her lover’s sex. Lina let loose a spray of pheromones and pressed hard against Arabel’s hand.
Two of the towering diploid women above were engaged in a passionate exploration of each other’s mouths—their tongues flicking over and around the other’s lips, while their hands encircled each other’s waists. A third diploid woman leaned in, and soon the trio was trading kisses and caresses while rubbing against each other.
Lina was overcome by a long, involuntary shudder. The scent of lust was beginning to overwhelm the small space Lina and Arabel occupied in the center of the circle, and together with the tree flower and Arabel’s attentions, she was quickly losing her battle to not have an orgasm in a public space.
Lina lost that battle. She felt Arabel lose hers a moment later as her thigh was doused with a sticky coating of Arabel’s lust. Lina struggled to stay upright.
One of the other diploids, still dancing, but not currently engaged in any passionate embrace, looked at Lina and motioned upward. In a haze, Lina nodded, and was gripped firmly by the hips and lifted to rest, against the diploid’s chest. There she was enveloped the softness of the large woman’s breasts, and breathing more freely.
Lina could see everything from her new vantage point—the sea of bodies, writhing to the music, the stars, the bio-globes being tossed merrily from one group to another, and most of all, the other groups like hers. There were clusters of diploids and haploids together, dancing in unison to the driving beat. She even saw the woman who had given them two of her glowing bracelets to wear as crowns. She was still twirling without a care.
Soon Arabel was hoisted up to join Lina, and used the opportunity to immediately lean forward to run her tongue over Lina’s scent gland. Their diploid hosts were engaged in a similar activity, and Lina and Arabel were pressed together with them. Arabel sunk her tongue into Lina’s mouth. She smelled heavily of mating pheromones—the entire group reeked of it.
Arabel opened her mouth to say something that Lina tried, but failed to hear over the music. Lina just nodded and smiled, and let the warm tree flower-enhanced post-orgasmic sensations of love wash over her. Never in her life had she felt so much love. It wasn’t just the tree flower, or the pheromones, she decided. It was genuine compassion. For the rest of the night, Lina basked in that love, and the closeness of Arabel and their new friends, as they danced until the wee hours.
“Thank you,” Lina mouthed as the diploid woman who held her lowered her back to the top of the crate again and then helped her climb back down. Arabel soon followed. The diploid women all bowed deeply before waving a cheerful goodbye.
The crowd was thinning, and the
