Chapter 21:
Chapter 21:
“I might need to draw you diagrams,”-Remington
Remington
I’m still getting over Fern’s questions when Morgan asks about the trip. I feel Cassidy’s hand holding mine and notice how he laces his big fingers through my long slender ones and gently squeezes before answering.
Fae can’t lie. I’m not completely fae, but I have never tried to tell a full out lie. I have bent the truth, I have omitted things, but never told a bold faced lie. Just this, pretending is difficult on some level. I mean, I have feelings for Cassidy and we are best friends, so that helps me have some wiggle room. BUt it would be a lie if I said much of anything about a trip I barely remember beyond arriving, dinner and the trip to the Botanical Gardens at The University of Luna.
“We signed a lot of great new talents and I made us an appointment to meet with some professors and tour the Botanical Gardens at The University of Luna where they are working on something Remi finds fascinating,” Cassidy says.
“Yeah, they are doing fascinating studies on the communication of plants through the mycelium of local area mushrooms, and their own root systems. It is a hobby interest of mine,” I admit, shyly.
“Remi, has always had a gift with houseplants and has tried describing this network to computer networks, but I don’t really understand that either. He’s very smart and I’m…” Cassidy trails off and shrugs.
“The good looking and social one, “ I offer.
“Hey! No fair! You are beautiful to look at and smart!” Cassidy says, pulling me closer and wrapping an arm around me in a gesture, kind of like a bro hug, but we are seated and I almost fall out of my chair.
“You two are adorable together,” Cassidy’s uncle Morgan says with a fond smile. I really hate fooling them and I don’t know what we will tell them or why everyone assumes we are more than friends even when we have never said we are anything other than friends.
“Don’t embarrass the boys, Morgan,” Cassidy’s mother, Dotty, says as she carries the chicken to the table, followed by Finegan with the salad.
After lunch, we make our way to the spa in Morgan and Oren’s vehicle. They have a lot of space. They have to for their large family.
“Now that it is just the four of us,” Oren says. “Remi, have you let Cassidy in on the secret of Fern Fae reproduction?”
“Oh! No…I…um…that’s not something we have discussed,” I sputter and blush.
“No wonder he still looks puzzled,” Morgan laughs. “It took me a while to understand, and then I still didn’t fully get it until I got home from work and found out we were expecting the twins.”
“It’s not completely like fern plants,” Oren says.
I snort, “I’d say not! It’s very rare for us to be able to lay spores asexually.”
“I’m totally lost!” Cassidy exclaims.
“I’ll explain it one day, but not today,” I sigh. Not that I have to. He’s not interested in me beyond friendship and keeping his aunts off his back about finding a mate this month. But he is my best friend and would be like an uncle to any children I produce in the future.
“Yeah, it’s complicated and you need a basic understanding of Polypodiopsida reproduction then be ready for that to be complicated further by humanoid reproductive systems and the blending of the two, “ Oren explains.
“I might need to draw you diagrams,” I chuckle.
Morgan laughs, “That would have come in handy when Oren tried explaining it to me.”
When we pull up to the spa, a valet takes the vehicle and we make our way inside with me still blushing from our rather intimate discussion.
“We have reserved a sauna and requested facials before our massages. We signed you two up for the same services,” Oren announces.
My cheeks heat further.
We are going to be naked except for a towel around one another in a warm, moist setting! What was he thinking! Oren knows how Fern Fae react to this sort of environment!
“Don’t worry, Remi. We won’t judge, besides it happens to me too,” Oren whispers as he leads me to the locker room and we choose lockers in a corner away from most of the other patrons.
Hot, moist settings make Fern Fae’s sexual organs come to attention, ALL of our sexual organs, which can be embarrassing and is why I will never travel to South Yearls during summer months, only in the Autumn or Winter and I often stay in air conditioned or dry settings, or keep myself covered up very well, during the summers.
Within moments of sitting on the bench in the sauna, I feel my skin tingle and my cock twitch. My eyes go wide and I notice Oren’s body with the curling green lines curling and tracing themselves along his flesh, magically tracing the secret organs that only appear for mating rituals that are kept secret but include steam baths, fertilization and spores. I blush and he grins at me. Beside me, Cassidy gasps and runs a finger over my unfurling and curling erogenous markings.
“Oh! No! Cass!” I moan.
“Cassidy! That is something that should be left to private times between the pair of you1” Morgan admonishes and Oren snorts.
“You really haven’t told Cassidy anything!”
“No,” I gasp. “Not yet!”
Cassiy’s eyes and mouth are wide in wonder and he takes a few moments before whispering, “those are…pleasure spots?”
“They can be, and mine have been untouched. I never let anyone see them. That is why I always stay covered up if it is hot and humid. I don’t need anyone accidentally touching them or people noticing,” I admit with a blush.
“They are beautiful!” He rasps in a voice that I must be mistaken to think sounds turned on. As a matter of fact, I am certain it is just my body’s reaction to the heat and humidity of the sauna.
“I have only ever seen Oren’s before, and I am probably overstepping when I agree with my nephew. Not to sound like a creepy old wolf, but your furls are lovely,” Morgan says, shyly.
I blush and hide my face in the crook of Cassidy’s neck even though he is now afraid to touch my bare flesh because it is indeed super sensitive and very sensual. I would likely have an orgasm if he were just to brush his fingers along one of my furls.
“You are so beautiful,” Cassidy whispers against the top of my head, before leaning his cheek against it.
He has never called me ‘beautiful’ especially with that much wonder in his voice. Sure, he has told me I am adorable or pretty, but not beautiful. I quickly sit up. I can’t let myself think he means anything more than platonically. It’ll just hurt more when we get back to Breel and go back to our usual relationship.
“So, you have never allowed yourself your full pleasure? Fascinating,” Oren says. “Are you waiting for your fated mate, or only reserving it for reproduction?”
“I don’t expect to find my fated mate. It is far too rare and I would like to reserve it for a special encounter,” I admit with heated cheeks and tingling flesh, while trying to ignore the tenting of my towel that can’t be helped.
I keep my eyes high to avoid looking at anyone’s private parts in case Oren and I are not the only ones who react sexually to the situation. I don’t need to be even more embarrassed.