When she let Raph go, though, they finally fell fully under the hypnotic spell of the breasts, which didn’t exactly hurt her feelings. They could go right ahead and  like her jokes and breasts at the same time. Raph ran the pad of their index finger down the upper slope of one breast, over her nipple and down the bottom curve and shook their head slowly. “I apologize, Yuko. I seriously thought that you were as physically attractive as it was possible to be, but I was wrong. There’s another plane of attractiveness beyond the top one, apparently, and you’re on it. I mean look at these, though! Perfect teardrop shape!”

“I know! I got the gummy bear kind! Squeeze them, it’s so delightful…”

“Yes, please,” Raph groaned, cupping her left breast in their hand, lifting, gently squeezing, lids dropping at the unbelievable feel of her preternaturally lovely, warm, and soft breast filling their hand. “Nnngh. Amazing. I don’t know how you get anything done. I’d do nothing but lie around nude and fondle myself if I were you. Like an Odalisque in an Ingres painting.”

“Again, finance major, I have no idea what painting you’re referring to, but I know! They’re better than those gel wrist-rests you put on your desk. Sometimes when I’m lying around watching tv, I do just give ‘em little cuddles for a while. We hang out together, being a throuple… just me and Blanche and Dorothy. It’s nice.”

“Blanche and Dorothy? Let’s unpack that later. Regardless, that sounds like a perfect evening in. Look, they have a little ski slope line!”

“I know!”

“They’re perfectly proportioned to you and perfectly matched. It’s an almost eerie symmetry. It’s making the hair on my arms stand up.”

“I know! Dr. Huang is the best!”

“Your nipples are so perfect and little and centered.” Raph traced one of them slowly with their finger. “This color, too. Everything this color is delicious. Good chocolate. Coffee. Dark maple syrup. Irresistible.” They bent for a taste. 

“I know!” said Yuko as she threw her head back and panted a little at the feel of their mouth first on one breast and then on the other..

“Oh sweet Jesus, when your nipples tighten up, they point just a little bit upwards,” said Raph with a groan. 

That was a good thing, apparently? This was news to Yuko. She thought she’d fully cataloged the gorgeousness of her breasts mentally and in not a few photographs as well, because hey, the thing about the Girls was that eventually? They’d take their act on the road. Head south for the winter. She’d waited a hell of a long time to finally get hers, and she was going to revel in them while they were in their prime. Tempus fugit! Tempus fu-tit? Ah, Raph might have laughed at that if they could read minds. Still, though, they’d found one last thing about her tits that was perfect to them and she would add it to her mental database for when she needed something cheerful to think about while the drunk guy standing next to her on the subway was pissing himself. 

An unpleasant realization struck her. Holy shit. She’d be back on that subway very soon. She was going to do this with Raph a couple of times and then not be able to do it again with Raph. Maybe ever.  

“The whitewater’s suddenly raging. What’s wrong?” Raph inquired, detaching themself instantly from a warm, wet, and meltingly delightful kiss on her left breast that should have been able to keep her from thinking about anything, including the future. Why did that thought about the future override this beautiful person’s heated mouth against her skin? That didn’t check out. Wait a minute. How in the hell had Raph already noticed that she was freaking out when she hadn’t moved or said a single thing to give them any indication that she was freaking out! Could this person literally read her vibes? 

“Do you do that to everyone? Read their mood like a Times headline?” she asked, hearing a whisper of complaint in her voice and ready to die of embarrassment over it. You sound almost jealous, Yuko. Don’t you think it’s a little early to get possessive? 

“Not like that, no. That’s crazy intense. I don’t have to read your energy— it’s an audiobook. Just hits me whenever I’m nearby, bam!” Raph said wryly, making a little hand firework for emphasis.

“That’s not normal for you, you’re saying?”

“Correct. It’s just you. You’re a handful, energy-wise, like you said. I love it, though. So what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just some, I guess you could call it… ‘wistful thinking’? Sorry. That was another bad joke. I just realized I’d be back in New York soon and I wouldn’t see you after that. I killed my own vibe for a second.”

“That was thoughtful wordplay, not a bad joke. Anyway, we’re going to see each other after this, Yuko. I have a number of concierge clients in New York. I’m there at least twice a month for acupuncture sessions, sometimes more if an acute need arises due to some injury or trauma. I’m very good at acupuncture, so I get flown in as needed and paid quite a bit of money to treat people who have an insane amount of money in addition to my local clients, who I charge a normal amount. Whenever I’m going to be in town, I’ll call you and we’ll start from there. If you don’t believe me yet, then at least believe in the power of your hypnotic breasts.” 

“Really? You’d want to do that?” Yuko felt so much solace at this news that she couldn’t even chastise herself for sounding so absolutely weak for Raph. In therapy, Yuko was working on not chastising herself for things like that, actually, but whooo, boy did her dad live deep in her head and carry a loud megaphone. The extreme brand-newness of Raph also made it hard to be vulnerable in front of them, but they’d  managed to sail through all of her checkpoints so far, so she’d been honest. Vibe check-wise? They were unimpeachable. She felt safe showing a little emotional skin around them, even if she wasn’t quite ready to parade around on the nude beach.

“Yuko, seriously? I can’t tell whether you’re being unbelievably humble or whether you are just completely room-illiterate. I told you I like you. I told you you’re fascinating to me. I believe I have pointed out many things I find attractive about you. I don’t know why you sound surprised. I was going to ask you out later on– for a date on the eighth, which is the next time I’ll be in the city. That’s less than two weeks. My client usually flies me in the day before the appointment and comps me a very nice hotel room and an open tab at the hotel bars and restaurants. He’s a part-owner of the hotel group or something. I thought maybe you’d come over and help me make a dent in the tab. He can afford it, trust me. If you’d rather go somewhere else for dinner, we can do that, too, anywhere you want.”

Yuko elbowed them playfully, bubbling with an excitement she hadn’t felt in… ever. She’d never had such an uncomplicated, open, fun, unproblematic, orgasmic first date. And they’d just asked her out for a second date. That involved them flying over several states to get to her. “No, are you crazy? Obviously we let the mysterious gabillionaire pay for our revels. How else can we fight the system? I’m free on the eighth.”

“You don’t need to check your calendar or anything?”

“Raph, look deep into my eyes. I am free on the eighth. Ya heard? Write it down somewhere. It’s an official appointment.”

“I heard.” They grinned at her. “You done with the turmoil?”

“I… am,” she admitted. “I’m pretty sure I want to kiss you again. Right now.”

“Come on, then.”

Feeling much lighter and happier than she had a moment ago, Yuko scooted her ass back slightly so that it was very definitely making contact with Raph’s erection. Then she leaned forward, flawless breasts brushing against the heat of their bare chest, to sweep away a curtain of the most gorgeous hair she’d ever seen or felt, and to nip the skin over their jaw bone. From there she nipped their ear and then licked the spot she’d nipped and they shivered slightly under her love bites, little bumps rising up on the skin of their upper arms where she was gripping them. She felt the long, firm muscles under her palms with some definite appreciation, holding on to them tightly as she pressed her nose into the crook of their neck to smell their skin and the heavy waves of hair spread out on the mattress. She smiled. Raph smelled so good that it was ridiculous— a perfectly balanced concoction of warm body and herbal shampoo and some kind of spicy soap. Delicious. She centered herself again and kissed them until the warm, hard press of their cock against her became a temptation too powerful to ignore. 

Yuko pushed herself up and began to inch backwards on hands and knees kissing a path downwards to Raph’s belly button, slowly sliding her tongue across it as she looked up to meet their eyes. Raph’s gaze was still looking very green, but much less lucid than earlier. She smiled, liking that she knocked them off kilter, feeling very much like the cat that ate the canary. 

“Anywhere, right?”

“Any. Where.” Raph grated. 

Slowly, teasingly, she grabbed one of the tails of the bow that secured the drawstring of Raph’s loose, flowy black pants and tugged to untie it. When it was loose, she hooked a finger in the waist, ostensibly to loosen it, but really because she was dying to sneak a quick feel of the cock that was just below. Ah, underwear. Her nemesis. At least the underwear were as soft as their t-shirt had been. Her finger slid over the meltingly soft, stretchy fabric that was thin enough that she could, at least, clearly feel the details of the crown of their penis. She stroked it through the fabric with a fingertip. “Why are your clothes so soft, Raph?”

Her Snack cleared their throat and looked at her as if she had suddenly started speaking Portuguese, but eventually the question penetrated. “It’s, uh, the fabric is bamboo. Well, not the pants, those are hemp.”

Hemp? Well, pobody’s nerfect, she thought with a slight sigh. She consoled herself by stroking her finger  a little lower, and as she did so, her eyes widened. Holy crap. What the—? Suddenly, she was no longer in the mood for leisurely teasing. She had places to go and things to see. In a business-like manner, she hooked her other finger in their waistband and tugged their pants and shorts much further down. Her face lit up like the Fourth of July, blood rushing into her cheeks.

“Ooooooh, Raph,” she said rapturously, pushing herself up slightly to look at their face. 

“I forgot to tell you that I have a couple of out-of-the-way piercings.”

“You certainly did.” Yuko reached out with two fingers and stroked the prettiest and definitely the most elegantly embellished penis she’d ever been allowed to touch. Raph’s cock was both long and thick, but not enough to make her worry about mechanics. Just enough to make everything clench in excited anticipation of a rewarding challenge. It was also uncut, which seemed fitting and spoke to a secret personal preference. She was dying for a taste. 

Most arrestingly, there were four small golden balls that capped the ends of two curved barbells that ran horizontally through the soft gathers of their foreskin and frenulum. The jewelry gleamed just below the notch in a velvety glans that was tinted the warm blush color of a ripe peach. Shiny. Naughty. Sexy…Peachy. “This is so gorgeous, Raph. I didn’t know I was into piercings, either, but I am apparently very into them. Does it feel good to have the jewelry played with? I’ll bet it does.”

“Very,” managed Raph, sweat breaking out on their forehead and jaw muscles tightening.

“Oh good,” said Yuko, sliding the little barbells first to the left, and then to the right, and then plucking at them lightly from beneath. “Because I really want to play with these.”

“Nnnng!” said Raph eloquently in response, the strong muscles of their thighs tightening as they strained to control their reaction. “Feels so good! Yuko!” 

“I owe you one, Raph, from earlier,” she said, looking down at their gorgeous, bedazzled cock and contemplating every fun thing she wanted to try as she evened up the score.

Raph apparently had other plans, however. “Then gimme my one,” they said as they pushed themself up and grabbed her around the waist, depositing her on her back at the head of the futon and rising over her, their hair falling forward around her face. They spread her thighs with one of theirs. “These leggings do amazing things for your ass, Yuko, but they’ve got to go.”

She nodded, a little breathless. Yuko liked to be in control, but Yuko also very much liked not being in control sometimes, too, so this was working for her. She guessed it was really up to Raph what currency they wanted to be reimbursed in.