Tentacle Hunks Monthly

"No, it's..." he frowned deeply. "...it's...stupid..."

"All porn is silly! It's not supposed to be high-brow. Come oooooooon." She winked at him. "I already told you what I like."

"Well, I...I guess...I like...most porn," he grumbled, obviously highly embarrassed. "But I...really like...anything...with women."

He frowned.

"...I don't even care the context as long as it has a woman enjoying herself.

She snorted.

"That's not strange at all! Everyone likes things like that."

"No, but..." he bit his lip. "Never mind."

"I'm kind of disappointed--that's almost too normal," she sighed, shaking her head. "Try looking at something weirder in the future."

Sariel just stared at her, completely dumbfounded and at a loss.

"What? Did I say something strange?" she asked.

"Well...I...never mind, it's...nothing," he said, trying to awkwardly smile.

-x-

Cecilie leaned against the counter, thumbing through her newly bought porn magazines.

"You don't mind me spending your lunch break with you, right?" she said, taking another bite of the Chinese food she had bought them. "I don't want to intrude, or anything."

It had been a couple of months since she had moved to America; her hair was now a deep auburn that turned to bright red at the ends. Though she wore a turtleneck dress and tights to stay warm in the chilly autumn weather, it still left little about her figure to the imagination.

"Thank you for the food, but...do you have to read those while we eat?" he asked, playing with his food. He was nervous. He wanted to ask her on a date, but he didn't think she'd say yes.

She giggled and put down her magazine.

"Sorry, I was curious about this month! You know I come here for your company more than anything else."

"I...know," he said, toying with his food. He almost never hesitated when eating, but he couldn't seem to focus on food. He was too nervous.

She stared at his plate.

"...Aren't you hungry?" she asked. "Is there something wrong with it?"

"No, it's delicious!" he insisted. "Perfectly delicious."

He sighed.

"...uh, can I...ask...something?" he nearly sunk into the table, his face very red.

"Go ahead!" she said, leaning close. He breasts strained against her turtleneck.

He gulped, restraining his growing urge to grope her perfect breasts.

"I was...wondering...if...you had a boyfriend," he blurted out the last part, quickly starting to eat his food afterwards.