Page 59 of Monster's Pet

I blushed and looked up at Aiden.

“We participate?” he asked.

“If you like.”

“How?”

“Look. Learn.” Breese nodded. “Come.” He led us down several streets into one near the center of town. He paused outside the building, turning to face us. “All welcome. Touch if consent.”

The students nodded soberly and made the sign of respect.

Breese smiled and led the way inside the building.

I was expecting it to be dark, with people tucked away in the corners. Something illicit.

This was anything but. It was as spacious as other meeting rooms we’d been in, and there were a few other young mer floating around, some coupled together, others alone. A few older mer were also present; one couple and a single female checking in on everyone. When she spotted us, she swam over, greeting Breese with a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Breese explained who we were, although I suspected she already knew, and introduced her to us as Rhea.

“Want to learn mate,” he signed, pointing at Aiden and I.

Rhea smiled and gestured to us to come forward. “Mate land?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Lots,” Aiden added, making Rhea laugh.

“Same idea,” she said. “Arousal most important.”

Aiden looked confused and ran a hand over his tail, where his cock would be if he had legs.

Rhea noticed and nodded. “Arousal important,” she signed again. “Kiss land?”

“Yes,” I signed.

She made little shooing motions with her hands, as if telling us to get on with it.

Aiden looked back at our classmates, who were watching us with barely disguised amusement, and flushed. “Public?” he asked.

“Always.” Rhea nodded emphatically. “Community important.”

“Pretend invisibility,” I signed to him. “Focus me.” I ran my fingertips up his arm, feeling his tension in his muscles.

“Ready?” he asked, uncertainty written on his features. His gaze flicked over to our classmates again.

“Different bodies. Not naked,” I finger-spelled the last word. “No sound. Ready.”

Aiden’s chest heaved as if he took a deep breath, and then he cupped my head in his hands, tugging on my ponytail in question.

“Take out,” I signed, and then wrapped my arms around his neck, fusing our lips together.

He felt the same, his strong body supporting mine, his soft hair beneath my palms, his plush lips coaxing my passions higher. But there was no gravity, no weight pinning me against a bed, no thigh thick between my legs to grind upon.

He released my hair from the prison of the elastic and buried his fingers in it, tipping my head to the side and delving his tongue into my mouth as he took the kiss from innocent to dirty.

My hips stuttered and my tail followed, flipping us through the water until I felt strong, firm hands supporting us. I backed away from the kiss to see Rhea pull her hands from my waist.

“Good. Continue,” she signed. “Tail later.”

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