Chris's Sensitive Ears
Lately, it felt like my kissing skills were the only ones advancing at an alarming rate. I already had some confidence in tongue play, but these days, even I was shocked by how much I'd improved.
Back on Earth, I'd steal kisses with Anzelli whenever I had a moment, and here in the Terraforming world, day or night, I'd slip away from the other trainees to tangle my tongue with Chris's.
...Saying it like that makes me sound like total trash, but what can I do? I am trash. I have zero intention of denying that about myself.
At least both Chris and Anzelli seem happy with it.
Dating two stunning women at once might sound perfect, with no downsides, but there were clear drawbacks. For unavoidable reasons, I couldn't go all the way with either of them.
Since hooking up with Anzelli, I'd gone over a month without sex. As I've mentioned before, my sex drive is on the strong side—mentally and physically.
If there hadn't been any women around me right after the body swap, like back then, I might've held out. But now? Two gorgeous women were clinging to me daily, demanding skinship.
Women I couldn't touch beyond kissing. So every time our tongues intertwined, my lust inevitably reared its head.
I never jerked off—call it pride or whatever—so that desire just kept building for a full month.
"Do you even realize that, Chris...?"
"Slurp... Huh?"
"Nothing. Wanna keep going?"
"Nngh... Y-Yeah...!"
Our lips met again. Naturally, our tongues soon followed.
Chris enjoyed sneaking off to a corner during training breaks for a kiss, but she seemed to love these midnight rendezvous when it was just us even more.
Unlike during the day, she was proactive now—wrapping her arms around my neck, standing on tiptoe to make it easier, or throwing herself into my embrace and staring up at my lips with those eyes.
Looking into them, I couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her.
I found her transformation fascinating. Sure, skinship like kissing advanced things with women, but conversation was key too—at least with every woman I'd been with.
Chris was no different at first. After introductions, those early days were filled more with casual chit-chat than hand-holding or eye contact.
But after that night she opened up about her past and we shared our first kiss... she flipped a switch. Now she craved skinship more than talk. These days, we spent more time kissing than chatting.
Chris was utterly lost in the bliss of kissing me.
"Puha... Haa... Haa..."
"Tired?"
"A... A little?"
"Then let's sit and rest."
"H-Here? On the dirt?"
"Like this."
*Thud!*
After that long, intense kiss, Chris looked a bit drained. I plopped down on the dirt without hesitation, grabbed her hand while she was still standing, and pulled her onto my crossed legs.
"Kyaa... Eek? W-Wait..."
"This way, you won't get dirty."
"Th-That's not the point! Your pants will get filthy!"
"They're already dirty from me sitting. Too late—hurry up and sit."
"I-I'm heavy..."
"Just sit."
In the end, she pretended to give in to my pull and settled her butt on my lap. A back hug in sitting position.
"...Not heavy?"
"Not at all."
Chris was light. She always leaned into me during kisses, so her weight felt familiar.
I gripped her tense shoulders and drew her back against my chest, like she was lounging in a comfy chair. Leaning against the training camp's outer wall myself, it wasn't strenuous.
My pants would get dirtier, sure. Honestly, I could've spread my outer coat underneath and avoided any mess. Coats got dirty during training all the time, and unlike tops and bottoms, we got multiples.
But then I couldn't play the "guy who doesn't care if his pants get dirty for his girl" card. It was a solid romance skill for racking up points.
"..."
As if proving my plan, Chris hung her head shyly, saying nothing. Her earlobe, right in front of me, was flushed red.
Her body leaned against mine, but the unfamiliarity kept her rigid.
"Relax. I sat so you could rest."
"...Th-Thanks."
At my words, she slowly loosened up. As she did, I felt more comfortable too. Tense muscles made hugging awkward.
*Squeeze...*
I wrapped both arms around her in my lap. The height difference from standing was gone now—our cheeks nearly touched.
"Feels nice holding you like this, all relaxed."
"Nnh... M-Me too..."
My low voice right by her ear made her shiver. Overwhelmed by the thrill, her hands and feet fidgeted slightly.
There was another reason for this position: to advance things with Chris one step further.
People think French kissing leads straight to sex. That's why most couples progress to intense kissing easily in their first relationship, but suggesting sex after feels daunting.
No matter how heated the tongue action, there's a huge mental gap between kissing and sex. For both the asker and askee, a first time is intimidating.
The solution's simple. Just insert one more step between kissing and sex.
With Anzelli, the mood escalated fast, so we could've jumped right in. But with Chris, we were following the sweet romance playbook.
Plus, a friendless Chris like her? No prior boyfriend experience. She was definitely a virgin.
Perfect scenario for my go-to method.
"Your ear... it's red."
"Ah? Uwah? I-Is it? Don't look... Embarrassing..."
*Stroke...*
"Eek?!"
*Fondle, fondle.*
"Why so jumpy? Just touching. Heh heh..."
"You surprised me out of nowhere...!"
I raised my right hand to caress her flushed earlobe. It was soft, springy, addictively so—I couldn't stop.
Not rough play, but gentle caresses, like savoring her.
Each time my fingers brushed the lobe, her breath hitched by half a second.
*Fondle, fondle...*
"...Chris. Mind if I lick your ear? Just once?"
"My ear? With your tongue? S-Suddenly?!"
"Yeah. Touching it made me wanna taste."
"P-Pervert..."
"Am I? But your ear's so... um... adorable? Cute? Alluring? ...First time for me too, kinda flustered."
"It'll be... dirtier..."
"Don't say dirty. Half my saliva's already yours."
"N-Not that your saliva's dirty, but my ear's... dirtier!"
"You wash it daily, right?"
"I-I do, but..."
"Then it's fine."
As long as she wasn't outright refusing despite her reluctance, it was a win. Minimizing disgust by reminding her our saliva mixed helped.
Even without that, suggesting it to someone whose love you'd confirmed was bold—but licking an ear counted as foreplay.
Right. Foreplay. It's overlooked because it doesn't scream 'sexy,' but...
Few see ears as erogenous zones, so it's less resisted than groping breasts. But ears are erogenous.
Not every woman feels it, but most I'd been with did. Men too.
Guys thinking 'Ears won't do anything for me' change their tune with proper tongue work.
It's not just stimulating sensitive skin. The slick liquid squelching nearby, that lewd sound hitting your ears and brain—your whole body tingles involuntarily.
"B-But..."
"Then... I'll do it?"
"N-Nguu..."
Already cheek-to-cheek. A slight tilt of my chin brought her ear to my lips.
*Nibble...*
I started with the outer helix, lips barely grazing. Gotta ease in.
As expected, mere lip contact got no reaction. I trapped part of her helix between my lips and rubbed back and forth, slyly flicking my tongue over it.
"Hik?..."
*Twitch!*
Oh?
Her reaction confirmed it: Chris was one of those for whom ears were sensitive.
I turned my head for better access to her inner helix.
"Hyaa...! Th-This... feels... weird...!"
Her cute little fuzz was visible. I extended just my tongue, licking softly like teasing a clit.
Some guys nibble lobes for stimulation—not recommended. The key was imagination.
The wet sounds echoing in the ear. Fuzz tickling the sensitive inner canal. These spark sexual fantasy through the brain.
Biting introduces sharp pain, killing the mood.
"W-Wait...! Nn! Haa...!"
She started squirming as my tongue swirled inside the lobe. To stop her instinctively turning away, I cupped her cheek with my left hand, holding her head steady.
Aiming deep, each tongue thrust made her buck like she'd been stung.
"Hyat...! Hng! St-Stop...! Hik!"
*Stroke.*
A transparent thread stretched from her ear to my lips. I'd pulled back from her intense reaction.
"Haa... Haa... Th-That's... weird...! My spine just tingled...! And again..."
"Want more?"
I took my idle right hand, sucked my index and middle fingers. They glistened with saliva.
Parting from her ear gave her a breather—and prepped my hand.
"N-No! Stop now... Mmph?!"
I slipped my slick fingers into her mouth. Her hot tongue wrapped around them instantly.
Careful not to poke her cheeks, I cupped her face with my left hand again and resumed licking her ear.
"Mmph...! Nn...! Mmm...!"
As my tongue explored her ear, hers thrashed wildly, tickling my fingers. Her lips clenched and released around the knuckles.
Unable to close fully, her moans leaked out.
A woman moaning with something in her mouth? Incredibly hot.
"Haa...! Nn...! Aah...! Hngg..."
Her tongue on my fingertips felt surprisingly good. I didn't just leave them passive—the point was mutual teasing.
I rubbed and circled them against her tongue, like grinding fingerprints.
Even this small stimulus overwhelmed her now. Her shoulders jerked hard, proving it.
"Th-That...! Haa...! Nn...!"