Peter Meets Starfire update

Peter didn’t even get a chance to knock at the door before Kory had yanked it open, her face lighting up like the Las Vegas strip to see him, her all-green eyes like her pupils had dilated across her irises in sheer jubilance. “Peter! It’s so good to see you! Thank you so much for coming! Get in, get in, I can’t wait to be in your company!”

Peter walked into the dorm room before Kory could drag him in. He’d been surprised to find Kory going to the same college as him—shoring up her Earth socialization by trying to reenact all the college movies Beast Boy had exposed her to. Of course, Peter had agreed to hang out with her. He owed her for all she’d done for him. And between his studies, trying to catch Black Cat, and the general chaos of his life, she was probably the closest he’d be getting to a woman for the next four years.

But God, she was nearly enough. Kory wore what looked like a modern take on a tie-dye smock, shades of green covering the white fabric like blotches of a watercolor painting, while jean shorts let him see more than enough of her legs to know they were long, smooth, and toned as ever.

She sauntered to the kitchen, swinging her voluptuous ass behind her—it swelled out even into the loose smock—in a way that would be knowingly sexual with any other woman. “What can I get you? I’m sure I have anything you want.” She picked up various items, setting them on the island: a pint of ice cream, a bottle of Kahlúa, what looked shockingly like handcuffs… “If I don’t, just ask for it.”

“I’ll just have some coffee.”

Kory was delighted to get the coffee machine going for him, humming happily as she puttered around the tiny kitchen, getting everything just right for him with a focus that would be overwhelming if it weren’t so adorable.

At the moment, though, Peter could hardly pay attention, even to her. There was nowhere to sit except for the bed, and seeing that reminded him of how Felicia had tempted him the last time he’d seen her—unzipping her catsuit to below her groin, rubbing her clit as she waited for him to walk in on her. Finally leaving him so distracted she’d been able to sucker punch him and get away, when she’d actually stopped and allowed him to catch up to her. 

But even now, he couldn’t stop thinking of what would’ve happened if he’d tried to romance her instead of going through with catching her. Would she keep touching herself as he kissed her, as he fucked her? It would’ve been so good to be with her while she was moaning and trembling as she had been doing. But he would rather provoke that reaction himself than let Felicia do it…

Kory came over to him carrying a tray loaded down with mugs, pills, and personal lubricant. She hip-checked Peter, knocking him onto the bed, and as he turned himself around to sit properly with his legs over the side, Kory sat down beside him.

Peter’s eyes went wide, seeing how the tray was furnished. The mugs had creamer in them, milk and sugar, but no coffee. The pills were, well… pills. And the lubricant… “Kory, what is all this?”

“Vitamins,” Kory said, picking up one of the pills. “You should try one! They’re gummy! And if you’re not getting enough vitamins—“

“Everyone gets enough vitamins, Kory. They’re in… everything.”

“Oh,” Kory said, before brightening. “That’s good! You must have another problem.”

“A lubrication problem?” Peter asked. “Wait, what do you mean, I must have a problem?”

“You’ve seemed very stressed lately.” Kory bent over Peter, setting the tray down on the other side of him. 

The smock hung down from her chest, opening up a huge gap at her neckline, and Peter could see down it to her bare body. Her breasts hung proudly below, overwhelmingly real in their heft, bopping with the shift in Kory’s posture, a liquid sloshing to how they quavered on her chest. When Kory straightened, Peter was acutely aware of the weight of Kory’s cleavage inside even her loose smock, the pronounced swells they made when the fabric hung over them, the ripples that went through their shadowed mass with each breath Kory took and every exuberant motion she made. 

“I’m always stressed,” Peter said, trying to smile as though it was a joke. “It’s my lot in life.”

“It is not!” Kory put her hand on Peter’s thigh, squeezing it affectionately, but in a way that seemed to force the blood out from under her fingers and directly into his groin. Peter tried to suppress his growing erection, hoping Kory would let go of him soon. The last thing he needed was to offend his one good friend on campus by getting a hard-on in front of her. “Peter, you are a wonderful man! You’re always so nice to me! And so handsome! I love looking at you—anyone would love looking at you! You should love looking at yourself!”

Easy for you to say. There wasn’t one inch of Kory’s skin that wasn’t golden and creamy, all of her looking as appetizing as fresh baked bread or something. Peter dug his hands into the mattress to keep from doing so much as patting the hand Kory still had on his thigh. He hadn’t come in his pants since junior high, but Kory was bringing back the sickeningly thrilling sensation of almost going off. 

“That’s… real nice advice, Kory. I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

Kory’s smile widened from ear to ear, like he was lavishing praise on her instead of dully being polite. “You don’t have to worry, Peter. I know all about how to cheer you up. After all, everyone’s happy on my world.”

“Everyone looks like you on your world,” Peter muttered.

“And you,” Kory assured him, now patting his knee. At least that was slightly less spine-tingling than having her hand hovering near his crotch. “It’s a shame we’re not on Tamaran. I would have no problem finding you a girlfriend.”

“Yeah. Too bad.”

“But I have found ways to cope, as long as I am on your world, and I think they should prove effective for you as well. Would you like to try them?”

“Why not?” Peter asked, meaning it more or less seriously. For all he knew, Kory was liable to throw snakes at him. Who knew what a Tamaranian did for fun?

Well—that, but with the Parker Luck being what it was, no way that was on the table.

Just as he thought that, Kory reached for his crotch. Then past it, going to the tray. She picked up the remote control Peter hadn’t noticed among all the other detritus on it. He heard coffee slurping its way from the machine and into the pot. If Kory told him he should be watching anything with cartoon characters in it, he was going to lose it.

She turned on the TV, situated opposite the bed, and Peter regarded the screen, trying to keep an open mind. The next thing he knew, he was watching a man and a woman, both nude, the man standing, the woman kneeling in front of him—sucking his cock. It slid in and out of her mouth. Peter looked over at Kory, horrified, sure she had pressed the wrong button, that she’d be mortified over what she had done… but Kory was leaning forward excitedly, hands on her knees, biting her lower lip as she watched.

“Isn’t his cock huge? I think it’s so beautiful.” She noticed his distress. “Don’t worry, yours is big too. I think you could do this just as well as him. You only have to find someone to suck your penis like she’s doing. That shouldn’t be too hard—it looks like she’s having fun, doesn’t it?”

“Kory,” Peter stammered. “This is… it’s porn!”

“Yes, how’d you know? I’ve never heard anyone else talk about it.”

“Everyone… Kory, just turn that off! You can’t watch it!”

He made a move for the remote, but Kory held it away from him. Whatever their power levels, Kory’s arms were longer than his. “Don’t worry! They’ve both consented to it. They’re actually actors who are paid to be recorded having sex so others can watch it. Isn’t that something? And it makes it so much easier to masturbate.”

“Masturbate?” Peter repeated dumbly. Despite all Kory’s sexual openness, her sheer innocence convinced him that she shouldn’t know that word. 

“It’s something people on Tamaran do,” Kory explained. She clapped her hands on her thighs and slowly dragged them up her legs, underneath her smock even. “It’s so wonderful. You know how we’ve… touched? Certain parts? That was fun, right?”

“Y-yeah,” Peter said, as if he hadn’t been having a hard enough time trying not to think of their past encounters already. The sound of moaning and sucking from the television seemed particularly loud.

“What if I told you that you don’t need another person to do the touching? You can touch yourself! It’s not the same, of course, but still, it’s very fun. And it’s even better when you’re watching something like this—then it’s almost like you’re doing those things…”

Peter glanced at the television. The woman was lying on her back now, her legs spread open, the man on top of her. He was ramming himself into her shaven pussy as hard as he could.

“Though it can be fun just to watch someone else masturbate… even to just look at them naked, or think about them.” Kory smiled at him. Not that Peter was looking, but he could feel it like a ray of sunshine. “You could think about me, you know. And touch yourself like I did. You remember? When I ran my hands from one end of your penis to the other and back again all those times?”

“I… I get the idea,” Peter said dryly. He had a hard time looking away from the television. It almost seemed like a safer bet to look at that than at Kory.

“Of course, you don’t have to think of me,” Kory added, with what sounded like a brittle edge to her usual good cheer. “I don’t think of you… I mean, not much. Not that you’re not worth thinking about, it’s just, well… look at those two! He’s put his cock inside of her and he’s really fucking her, just like you should with a penis. Doesn’t he look like he’s having fun? And doesn’t she?”

“I know about masturbation, Kory. And… porn,” Peter forced out. But if he kept this up any longer, he’d be left with a case of priapism. “Most people on Earth know about this stuff. We just don’t like talking about it.”

“Oh,” Kory said. “Oh no! Have I been… a poor conversationalist?”

“No, Kory, you were fine.” She didn’t seem to be resisting anymore, so Peter reached over, took the remote from her, and turned the TV off with a sigh of relief. “You were just trying to help. It’s not your fault. Here on Earth, we’re pretty screwed up when it comes to sex. Even we get confused.”

“Oh!” Kory cried in relief. “Thank X’Hal—I was worried! But… there was one other thing I wanted to ask about? Talk about?”

“Shoot.”

“I’ve heard—well, seen—that one person can masturbate another. Have you ever done that?”

Peter shook his head. “No. I’m strictly a lone gun.”

“Oh. Alright.” Kory nodded fitfully. “Do you think it would be hard to find one who masturbates another? Women, specifically. Like me? It looked so much fun when the TV people were doing it.”

“And she tells me to look in a mirror,” Peter muttered. “Kory, you’ll be able to find someone to do that for you. Trust me. It’s a non-issue.”

“Good. That’s good! I’m glad you’re so optimistic!” (“Optimistic?” Peter mumbled.) “Only I had hoped it would be you who could masturbate me. You’re so good at touching me, and I already know I can trust you, and maybe it would even relieve some of your stress. But it’s okay if you don’t want to. I don’t think I’d be much good at doing things like taking you out to eat and getting you flowers and watching romantic movies with you. I would only want sex. I know that must not appeal to you much, but you’ve always been so generous with me before…”

Peter looked up at the ceiling. His cock was straining at his fly like it was trying to unzip it by itself. Every single look he’d ever taken at Kory’s body seemed to be crowding his mind at once. And the innocently zestful way Kory had said ‘sex’ was outright ringing in his ears.

Some days, his life seemed to really challenge his ability to come up with quips for it.