Across The Threshold By Tony Lee Gomes. Loni and Darrelyn play married couple for a Domestic Relations Class. This is a story of Vix, a faraway, technologically-advanced planet in the far future, where a new race of humans descended from earth cryocolonists live. On Vix, the female sex is dominant. All babies are grown in gestational laboratories and there are no families. Children are raised in child dormitories (childorms) by male nannies. Females are taller and stronger than males (full-grown females average about 6'1" while full-grown males average about 5'6".) Females have non-functioning breasts. Males don't have breasts, but do have have curvy, hourglass-shaped bodies with small shoulders, slender waists, broad hips, generous thighs and big asses. In other words, males are voluptuous! On Vix, males wear sexy, revealing clothing that emphasizes their curves. Men wear the stiletto heels! A man's place is truly in the home and women run the government, control the technology, fight the wars, and play the sports. Men are softer, more delicate, more emotional and more intuitive. Females are hard-wired in their brains to be more logical, better at mathematics and spatial skills, analytical reasoning, etc. But, similar to earth, Vixan men are the sexual aggressors. The only problem for the males of Vix is that since they're smaller and weaker than their females, they have to take an entirely different approach because a Vixan male can't coerce a woman into sex. A Vixan male can't rape a woman. Therefore Vixan men are usually aggressively flirty when they see a girl they like. Vixan men also have a very strong nurturing instinct and naturally want to take care of their woman. Vixan men enjoy treating their girlfriends and wives almost like "little girls", and find this role very sexually arousing. Appolonia ("Loni") Taormina and Darrelyn Gartland are two high school students taking a Domestic Relations class, where they have to live as a "mock married couple" for 6 months. Loni is two years older than Darrelyn. They are given an apartment on Level 398 of Metroplex Delta in Severeeton City. Darrelyn flies her skycar five days a week to her job as an intern at a law firm, and the couples live off the money she earns. Loni stays home every day, cleans the apartment, does the laundry, cooks their meals, and -- when he gets a chance -- takes a luxurious bubble bath and eats bonbons in the tub, while watching daytime romances on the Hive. Sometimes, he even calls Darrelyn on the Hive while she's at the office... Last week, he called her while he was in one of his late morning bubble baths and all the other interns saw Loni up to his shoulders in foamy white bubbles, with his big silver hoop earrings still on, putting cherry bon-bons into his mouth as he flirted with Darrelyn and asked her what she wanted for dinner! Like most Vixan househusbands do these days, Loni does most of his grocery shopping on the Hive. He just sits down at the kitchen table, tells the Hive what he's looking for, and the order is flown by courier drone from the market to the droneport at the kitchen window, usually within minutes. So many conveniences for the modern househusband! Today is Satuday and Darrelyn has been at volleyball practice for her school team. At about 5pm, she returns home, lands her skycar in the common parking area, and walks to the apartment, still clad in her brief, tight-fitting volleyball uniform - blue shorts, white shirt with the number "16" in blue, and white athletic shoes. Darrelyn is 190 cm tall (6'3"), with long, attractive legs, broad shoulders, slightly longer than chin-length blonde hair cut in a "bob" hairstyle, and bright blue eyes. Her features - nose, jawline and chin especially -- are strong and attractive, and her skin is very fair, flawless and angelic in complexion. Her lips are broad, full, and, in contrast with her fair skin, naturally pink. Her legs are bare from the bottoms of her brief shorts, to the tops of her brief, ankle-length socks. Darrelyn's volleyball team no longer wore the kneesocks and kneepads that used to be normal for most volleyball teams. A new development in sports medicine produced a new medicine that when injected into to the knees, could prevent most injuries, so that girls could fall on their knees or twist their legs with little chance of sustaining a torn ligament or fracture. This meant that girls didn't have to wear kneepads anymore during volleyball, and, when kneepads mainly disappeared, so did kneesocks - at least, in volleyball. This was very popular with young men, who love watching tall, long-legged volleyball players jumping around the court. Now, their whole legs were bare while playing! Like her whole body, Darrelyn's long legs are pale white and flawless. The autoslide door opened and Loni stepped out to greet Darrelyn. He looks up at her and reaches up to plant a kiss on her cheek. Loni is 165 cm tall (about 5'5"), but he's wearing sandals with high stiletto heels - 12 centimeters high. He's wearing tan dresspants that cling to his broad hips and very generous rear-end, but with ultra-wide legs that float and billow around his own legs. The dresspants are made of a delicate, supple fabric called nylex. Loni's sandals are strappy and bare most of his feet. They are dark brown, and have sleek, 12-centimeter heels. The bottom of his dresspants extend to about the midpoint of his heels. On top, Loni's wearing a clingy, one-shoulder top made of brown lace nylex, cut at an angle to fully bare the right shoulder and held together with a small strap at the left. Like a typical Vixan male, Loni has delicate, pert shoulders, tapering to a narrow waist. Loni's brown lace top is also cut to reveal a swatch of bare midriff, including his navel. He wears a small, silver-metallic navel ring. On top of his brown lace blouse, he's wearing a sheer "shrug" vest-like jacket, open and the front and with very short sleeves. The jacket is made of the sheerest, colorless, shimmery transparent nylex, and is also cut somewhat close to his body, so it clings and hugs most of his torso and upper arms. On his ears, Loni is wearing large earrings - thin, round silver-metallic hoops. Loni has a mane of dark brown hair slightly past shoulder-length, and big, expressive brown eyes. His coloring is olive. He has a moustache which he just grew out three weeks ago, and a dark mole on his left cheek. Over his dresspants, Loni wears a short, white-lace apron. He had been in the middle of cooking dinner when Darrelyn arrived. Loni wipes his wet, oily hands on his lacy apron. He looks up at Darrelyn, feeling some lust rise up inside. Still wiping off his hands on his apron so as not to soil Darrelyn's uniform with oil and grease from the kitchen, Loni looks her up and down as she stands there. Despite the fact that she's one of the younger girls on the team, she's a star middle blocker for the Dalmouth High Hornets. Loni eyed Darrelyn's toned, athletic body, long legs, and well-muscled upper arms which were revealed by the uniform's sleeveless tank top. He lingered on each body part, and didn't hide it - he did so in a way that indicated he wanted her to know he was looking. Now, upon greeting Darrelyn, Loni has just remembered something about their Domestic Relations class ... LONI: Sweetie, when we moved in together you didn't carry me over the threshold. When a couple is married the girl is supposed to carry the man over the threshold! Don't you know that? DARRELYN: Right. But shouldn't that tradition be saved for a real marriage? LONI: No, actually it says in the outline of the class, if you'd bother to read it, it's a requirement. And it has to be hivelinked to the Domestic Relations office at school. So they can see. And record it to make sure it's done properly. Loni puts his hands on his hips LONI: Otherwise we don't pass the class, sweetie! DARRELYN: Why are they making us do this? LONI: Because. It's just a silly little tradition. It's always existed. Something to please men, I guess. Silly men. We just want to feel a little masculine. Little and dainty, and like our girls are big and strong. DARRELYN: Little and dainty? I don't know if I would call you little. LONI: Oh, really? Why not? I'm offended. Honey, I'm 165 centimeters tall. No taller than the average guy. You're 190 centimeters tall, right? Plus you're an athlete. You volleyball players work out! I know that much! DARRELYN: How much do you weigh? LONI: Weigh? Well, that's a private subject. Let's not go there! (smiling) Loni looks up at Darrelyn, saucily. He puts his hands on his hips and gyrates his hips a bit. LONI: Okay, so I've got some junk in my trunk. I've got some nice male curves. What's the matter, big girl? Don't think you can handle this? DARRELYN: I can lift you, but ... LONI: And you've got to carry me across the threshold. DARRELYN: Hmmm ... LONI: Well, what are you waiting for, babydoll? A fire to break out? Here I am, all yours. Now lift! Hivelink, on. Record this. Darrelyn lifts Loni. LONI: Excellent! Now, according to the rules, the wife is not supposed to put the husband down until he asks her to ... . DARRELYN: Oh, really? I've never heard about that rule before! LONI: It's in the class outline. Come on, honey. Didn't you read the rules? You're the one who's going to be a lawyer! Loni is happily kicking his legs a little bit. His feet, in their strappy stiletto sandals, protrude from the wide, billowing legs of his dresspants. LONI: Weee! Being a househusband is so much fun! Darrelyn carries Loni the threshold into the apartment's living room. DARRELYN: Okay? Can I put you down now? LONI: Ooohh, not yet! I want more! (He kicks his feet with excitement). Babydoll, take me into my kitchen. It's where I belong, right? (Smiles) DARRELYN: I guess! LONI: See, sweetie? I've already started cooking dinner. (With the bare toes of one foot, he points to some chopped vegetables on a kitchen countertop.) LONI: Do you like bell peppers in your salad, sweetie? See, I've got the red ones (he points with his toes) ... And some yellow ones (he points to those with his toes) ... DARRELYN: Well, to be honest I'm not a huge fan of peppers ... LONI: No? Oh, I'm so sorry, honey! Please forgive me. I didn't know! I really have to learn what you like and what you don't. What's your perfect salad? Tell me everything you like in a salad so I can be sure to get it right next time! DARRELYN: Well, I like lettuce. And tomatoes. LONI: Lettuce and tomatoes? What else? DARRELYN: I don't know, maybe some cucumbers. LONI: Well, I have those right there ... (he points with his toe). What kind of dressing? DARRELYN: Maybe Ranch. LONI: Ranch? Sounds kind of plain to me. Don't you like to experiment sometimes, with something really tasty? How about some turmeric and cracked black pepper in oil, vinegar and lemon juice? DARRELYN: Tumor-rick? What's that? LONI: Oh, you're so cute ... Girls! It's a spice, honey. I can tell, I'm gonna have to expand your palate. Introduce you to some new tastes, new flavors ... DARRELYN: Well, please - no big surprises! Or at least, not too many at a time! LONI: You look so cute in that ponytail. I love blondes. With ice blue eyes like yours. Gonna let me kiss you now? DARRELYN: Kiss me? (She starts to put Loni down.) LONI: Ah-ah-ah! I didn't say you can put me down! LONI: Let me dim the lights a little. Here we go. (With his toe, Loni clicked a switch on the wall a few times, dimming the lights in the kitchen.) Loni kisses Darrelyn softly, then harder. Loni lifts one leg into the air. Darrelyn breaks free of the kiss. LONI: Not so quick, big girl! I was just getting' started! He locks lips with her and kisses her some more. LONI: Mmmmm ... I could do that forever! But I've got to finish your dinner. Put me down. Darrelyn puts him down. LONI: It's getting so hot in here. He pulls off his sheer, shortsleeved jacket of transparent nylex. The clingy brown lace, one-shouldered top he wore underneath the blouse now fully exposed one shoulder and most of the other. He looks up at her, his hair touseled in a wild brown mane. LONI: Thanks, big girl. Now that you've carried me into our apartment, I feel like a real househusband. Do you feel like a wife? DARRELYN: I don't know yet ... LONI: You will once you go out to work and give me your paycheck so I can go out shopping for lingerie and shoes! DARRELYN: Ha ha! LONI: And oh, yeah. I meant to ask. You didn't have a hard time managing the ... junk in my trunk, did you? DARRELYN: You mean - Loni reaches behind and unties his apron strings. He throws the apron across the room, onto a kitchen chair. This reveals his curves a lot better - the broadness of his hips, the generousness of his thighs filling out the clingy upper area of his dresspants. Loni spun around, showing off his big, voluptuous ass, sheathed in the tan nylex that was like a second skin. His hourglass figure was in full view - actually, he had a classic Vixan "pear shape" male body - the narrow, delicate shoulders, torso tapering inward to a small, tight waist, and then curving outward to very full hips and ass. LONI: I mean these hips and thigh thingies I have right here! He slaps the side of one hip, twice and quickly, with his palm. DARRELYN: Oh, no big problem about that. (Smiling) LONI: My hips and curves! Loni places both hands on his hips now, and gives his hips a good swivel - like a "bump" from a bump-and-grind dance. Darrelyn finds herself a bit transfixed by Loni's gyration, and averts her eyes to Loni's swatch of bare midriff and his glinting navel ring. Somehow, Darrelyn felt safer looking at those parts of Loni than at his wide, grinding hips! LONI: And my ass! He slaps his rear end, making a loud "smack!" LONI: Hope you managed ... DARRELYN: I didn't drop you, did I? LONI: Oh, good. Just checking. 'Cause it seemed like you were complaining earlier and I just wanted to let you know that I am very proud of every last centimeter of my body. DARRELYN: Oh no, I wasn't complaining. (She was still staring at Loni's navel ring) LONI: Well, just to let you know, I enjoy being a man and I love having manly curves. Loni puts his hands on his hips again and swivels his hips from side to side. Darrelyn noticed how Loni could move his hips so fluidly, independent of the rest of his body. Again, Darrelyn averted her eyes from his hips and stared at Loni's bare midsection, between the bottom of his brown lace blouse and the top of his dresspants. Loni's midriff was firm, flat and taut. The little navel ring glinted as Loni was swaying his hips. LONI: You know, Darrelyn... Men are called The Weaker Sex, but we're not weak. The female is bigger and stronger, but we were built to enjoy ourselves! He walked over to the chair where he had thrown his white, frilly apron, his stiletto heels clacking on the tiled floor. He put the apron back on, tying its strings in back. LONI: Now march those long, sexy legs and that little girly butt into the living room and watch your basketball game or whatever you want in there ... Watch your sports and have fun and I'll call you when dinner is served. Later that night: