She called up to me, “Pull. I’ll pull away from the wall to minimize damage to the wall.”
I stepped to the edge and looked down and took hold of the rope and pulled hand over hand. In under a minute, I had hold of the bed frame and lifted it onto the roof with me. I carried it to the center of the patio. I went back to the wall and looked over. Belle looked up and said, “Alexia went in to get the mattress.”
The mattress probably weighed a 100 pounds. The materials were a lot heavier than the foam and springs that I was used to on Earth. A few minutes later, Alexia came through the door carrying the thing on her shoulder. She was strong; those muscled thighs and abs weren’t just for looks! She tied the rope to the mattress and I easily pulled it up.
By the time the girls came to the hatch, I had the mattress on the bed. Each girl carried a fur for the bed when they came, and after taking their bundles from them, I helped each one step to the roof.
Alexia looked at the bed and then at the patio and then at the surrounding homes. She walked silently around for a moment and finally said, “Move it here.”
I didn’t know why it needed to be moved, but I didn’t need to know. I pushed the bed to the position that she indicated and then oriented it the way that she told me to.
She said, “Good. You can take off the mattress. Put it over there. Turn the bed over and I’ll cut down the legs to make them shorter.”
I said, “No, let’s leave it here for now. You can cut down the legs tomorrow. Alexia, listen to me. The bed will sit where it is until the princess is free. She will come from the prison straight to the roof and she will celebrate her freedom under the moons… if that’s what she would want.”
Alexia said, “That is very much what she would want. I’ll tell her.”
Belle said, “Who’s in prison? Where? What do you mean?”
I said, “Never mind for now. We have a little time until we need to go to the meeting, let’s go down to the living room.”
Alexia said simply, “We’ll put a table and some chairs for meals and a sofa for sitting and a low table in front of it here and there. This side will need a curtain on poles so that the view will be blocked. The curtain should be very light. A white one that we can see through, but that hides the details from anyone across that way. I’ll order it tomorrow.”
When we got downstairs, Rani went to make a light meal and the rest of went into the living room.
I sat in a chair, and Alexia sat opposite me, on a sofa. Belle wanted some lovemaking as we had suggested that we would get before the meeting and started making hints in that direction, but Alexia asked if she could talk for a minute first. Belle smiled and agreed happily. She loved Alexia and was willing to do anything she could for the odd girl.
Alexia looked intently at me and asked, “Mark, how does a girl get her mate’s attention?”
I said, “well, she can touch him lightly or give him a special look and a smile and a wink, and I suppose if she removes her belt, that would get his attention.”
Alexia said, “What if she can’t touch him and if a look is not enough and if she has already removed her belt? What else can she do to let her mate know that she is interested in his attentions.”
I looked at the 6’2” muscled busty goddess and saw the question that she was asking. What can I do now, even though I can’t touch you, to show you how much I want you?
I said, “The women of Barsoom are already without clothing. Their beauty is never hidden. Without their belts, they are even more naked. To get her mate’s attention, she shows him that she’s available for making love. She does that by showing him parts of herself that are not shown to others.”
Alexia smiled and parted her legs slightly and said, “Parts of herself that are not shown to others? I see,” and she spread her knees farther. “Yes, I see. Do you see my prince?”
I said, “I begin to see, and before you ask, I like what I begin to see. I would like to see even more.”
She smiled and said, “Even more?” and she pulled her legs wide apart and scooted to the edge of the sofa and leaned back to give me an even better view of her womanhood.
I said, “That’s what a girl can do. There is even more that she can show. Something that no one but her mate would ever see. Something to really get his attention.”
Alexia sat showing me all she had, but now looked puzzled. She said, “What more could she do?”
I said, “Belle, come here. Sit here on my lap and spread your legs the way that Alexia does. Lean back against my chest and relax here. I think that you’ll enjoy this.”
Belle jumped into my lap and spread her knees to the outside of mine. I stroked the tops and insides of her parted thighs with my fingers. Belle leaned back and closed her eyes as her arousal began to increase.
I looked directly at Alexia and talked her through the actions of my fingers and the reactions of Belle’s body.
I said, “Alexia, you see the folds of Belle’s womanhood? How puffy and full and how they close around the opening within? See here as I stroke along them, tickling gently at the delicate folds? And see how Belle responds? How she begins to squirm and moan as she’s touched? You see, as long as the gate is closed, it’s more than what may normally be seen, but even the closed gate might be glimpsed if a girl moves about as she works. Of course, when she sits like this then there’s no mistake; she wants her mate to notice. She’s saying, ‘Come look here, I have a gift for you. I have it hidden, but you can find it if you want to.’”
Alexia began to respond to my demonstrations. She breathed a little heavier and I noticed her nipples becoming firm. Her hands were on her thighs, and she stroked them idly.
I continued, “Now, the gate is still closed, but you can see that as I stroke her like this, her gate wants to open. Look now, see it? It starts to tell a louder story. These big outer lips are beginning to blush… and see the tiny inner lips? This tiny beautiful flower starts to bloom.”
Alexia’s breathing increased.
I went on, “See, look at Belle’s face. Her mate will see that face and think that he is a lucky man and that he must have her love very soon. Now look again where my fingers play. Follow me with your fingers.”
Alexia stared between Belle’s legs where I played and she moved a hand between her own legs and began to explore the feelings there.
I said, “Watch how I touch the outer flower and slide my finger along the slit… up and down. This is a something that no one but a mate will ever see. Have you ever seen this flower? It’s for his eyes only. Look as I run my finger around the petals. See how it unfolds more and more? It begins to water itself and it becomes slippery. And how does it look? What does it say?”
Alexia mimicked my movements and I watched as her own flower bloomed between her thighs. She panted and tried to answer me. “Um, it looks like, it looks like, um, it says that it’s ready for um, him. She says that she desires him greatly. Um, it um,” and she groaned wordlessly.
I said, “A girl who really wants her prince’s attention might show him the blooming flower that no one else will ever see. She might sit across from him as you do now, or she might show him from behind. Would you like to see how? She would stand up… try it if you want to. Go ahead. If she wanted to be especially blatant about her desire for his attention, she could turn her back to her lover and get on her knees on the sofa and lean over it and spread her legs and as she pushes her rear toward him. It says to him, ‘look at my bloom, this is the flower that I have for you, take me my prince’. Yes, she could do just like you’re doing and she could continue stroking and opening her folds showing him her desire to be touched. Now turn back around and sit so that you can see the rest if you want to.”