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Story title : First Contact
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First Contact (MF, 1st, sci-fi, humor)
by Daibhidh (daibhidh1@juno.com)
**
Inspired by, and dedicated with love to, my dear friend
Annie
I lay dozing in the pilot's couch, periodically performing
a one-eyed visual scan of the control instruments. As usual
all readings were in the green; which was good since the
ship was flying on automatics.
I'd lifted from the moon's deep space launch site 35 days
ago on a 10-year resupply mission to New Earth, the fourth
planet of Proxima Centauri. It was pretty much a trash-
hauling mission and, for all practical purposes, I was just
along for the ride. Union regulations required a qualified
pilot be aboard but the ship was perfectly capable of
making the trip without any help from me. Of course, the
main computer could fail I guess ... but that had never
happened in the past 200 years.
I had signed on as a commercial cargo pilot shortly after
being kicked out of the Space Defense Force following an
unfortunate incident involving Annie, the Wing Commander's
eighteen-year-old daughter. I told the court martial panel
that I'd have to be crazy to do anything like that. They
apparently agreed with that assessment and decided they
didn't need any additional crazy pilots.
It's a good job and I get to visit a lot of interesting new
places but it's dead boring, not to mention lonely, between
planet falls. I've always thought they should at least
require a female co-pilot be added to the mandatory crew
but haven't been able to sell that idea as yet.
Just as I drifted back into my reverie involving the
Commander's lovely young daughter, a loud warning horn
blasted throughout the ship. Panic stricken, I snapped bolt
upright, my eyes wildly seeking the cause of this rude
interruption. Adrenalin flooded my system as the 'fight or
flight' syndrome kicked in but, of course' neither fight
nor flight was a realistic option. I slowly regained some
semblance of rational thought and realized that the
Proximity Warning klaxon was sounding and its red warning
light flashing. I could also feel the thrust of the Anti-
Collision jets taking evasive action to avoid collision. A
large mass of something was nearby and rapidly moving
closer! Peering out through the thick front and side ports
I saw nothing except the unmoving star field against the
absolute blackness of deep space.
Well, something was damn well out there! These systems
don't make mistakes like that; much less two systems
simultaneously. Something was going to impact my ship!
There was no time reach the escape capsule or even to don a
space suit. It would be an exercise in futility anyway; I'd
be long dead before any rescue ship could possibly reach
me, even if anyone tried - which they wouldn't.
Resigned to my fate, I waited for the hull to be breeched
by an asteroid, a piece of space junk, or whatever it was
that I had been lucky enough to have found in the vast
emptiness of space ... and then I was going to die; quickly
and quietly in the hard, cold vacuum that existed outside
the hull. Well hell, if I'm going to die I might as well be
comfortable I thought, as I resumed my previous prone
position on the command couch awaiting the inevitable.
Suddenly the anti-collision jets kicked off and the warning
horn fell silent. The flight deck became so quiet I could
hear the hydraulic servo motors making their normal minute
corrections in the ships attitude. Apparently the crisis
had been averted.
Just then I heard a soft thump, as something bumped gently
against the outer hull. Well, at least it was a soft
collision, I thought. After a few more moments of
thunderous silence, I heard another sound from the outside
hull. It sounded as though an air lock had mated itself to
the main exit hatch.
Thoroughly confused now, I peered out through the window of
the entrance hatch and, instead of the normal blackness of
deep space, I saw a well lit corridor leading to another
ship! Now I was even more confused...what were the chances
of another ship finding me in this vast emptiness between
the stars, especially without contacting me by ship-to-ship
radio before docking? This was getting weirder by the
moment.
I moved to the communications console to make sure the
system was turned on. As I finished a successful self-test
on the comm gear, I heard a soft knock on the exit port
hatch. What the hell was going on? Who comes knocking on
your front door when you're millions of miles from the
nearest planet?
Peering out through the entrance hatch port, I saw a space-
suited figure peering back at me! Without thinking of the
ramifications, I spun the dogging wheel, unlocking the
hatch, then pushed the hatch outward. The suited figure
caught the hatch door and pushed it out until it locked in
the open position, then stepped into the cabin.
The face plate of the suit was so darkly tinted that I
couldn't see the person inside. After checking some sort of
gage fixed to the right arm of the space suit, the figure
seemed satisfied and reached up to release the helmet seal.
As the helmet was removed, the head of a beautiful young
female was revealed! Her short black hair gleamed in the
bright flight-deck lights and her soft, sensuous lips
curved up into a broad smile. Her dark cat-like eyes were
slightly slanted giving her an exotic appearance.
"Greetings Earthman, got room for a hitch-hiker in
distress?" she asked in a soft, slightly husky voice.
Thank you God for providing in my hour of need, I thought
rather irreverently. But what was this "Earthman" stuff all
about?
Unsealing the body of her space suit without waiting for an
answer, she quickly worked her way out of her suit and
stowed it on a hook near the open hatch. Turning back to me
I noticed she was wearing a uniform of some type consisting
of a loose black and red tunic with black, form fitting
trousers. Black leather-like ankle boots completed her
uniform. Pretty fancy for a space pilot I thought. I was
clad in my usual in-flight uniform; white Jockey briefs
with a frayed waistband.
"Where the hell did you come from," I asked in a bewildered
tone.
"Zanc Romular," she replied curtly, as though that
explained anything at all.
"Right!" I responded. "Is this some kind is a surprise
inspection to test my emergency procedures? Who are you
... and what the hell is a Zanc Romular?"
"I do not understand your phrase 'Emergency Procedures',
Zanc Romular is my home planet and my name is Anezenanix,"
she replied rather tersely.
"OK, This is going nowhere! You've got me completely
confused now. How about we sit down and you can tell me
just what in hell is going on here," I said, guiding her to
the empty right pilot's couch then eased myself into the
command pilot's left couch.
"Look, I can't even come close to pronouncing your name so
if you don't mind I'll just shorten it to Annie," I said,
smiling at my own private joke. "My name is Dave, by the
way. Now, let's start over. In simple words, tell me the
whole story about how and why you came to be here."
She stared at me for a moment then, apparently deciding I
could handle the truth, began her narrative.
"First of all Zanc Romular is a planet orbiting the star
you know as Ursa Minor."
"That's ridiculous," I interrupted with a snort. "That's
hundreds of light years from here and, at least to me, you
don't look nearly old enough to have made THAT trip!" My
god I thought, if she were telling the truth she'd have had
to have traveled half way across the galaxy ... that's
impossible! She must be suffering from oxygen deprivation.
Either that or she's been smoking something funny.
"Thousands of years ago, my people developed a hyperspace
drive which makes the term 'light years' meaningless, at
least in the context of space travel. With this drive we
can jump across time instead of through it, you stupid
creature ... and stop interrupting me if you want to hear
the story," she snapped.
Properly chastised, I sat back with a rueful grin and said,
"Sorry, please continue."
"Anyway, with the use of hyperspace drive, we have explored
most of the star systems in this galaxy and, as far as we
know, the planet you refer to as 'Earth' is the only other
populated planet in our small backwater corner of the
universe. We have been monitoring Earth for a few thousand
years now," she explained. "My main drive unit failed a few
sleep periods ago and I was trapped in normal space until I
could fix it. I was running low on oxygen when I spotted
your ship and decided, to hell with the rules, I was going
to make first contact a little ahead of schedule."
"I apologize for my manners," I said contritely. "It's just
that you scared the hell out of me ... and near-death
experiences tend to make me grumpy!"
"Ok, you're excused for your less than enthusiastic
welcome. I'm also sorry that my unannounced arrival
frightened you but, as my comm unit is not compatible with
your antiquated equipment, I really had no choice in the
matter," she explained rather sarcastically.
"All right Annie, so we got off on the wrong foot, but
we've both apologized so let's try to get to know each
other better. If you are really from another star system,
how is it you speak English so well," I asked tentatively,
hoping she would loosen up a bit. I knew that we had both
recently had been convinced that our deaths were imminent
and were still edgy. What we needed now was to relax and
get our heads screwed on straight again.
"Well, as I said, we have been monitoring your planet for a
long time and, for the past hundred years or so, you have
been radiating electromagnetic waves into space like mad.
We have monitored everything, from political speeches to I
Love Lucy. That gave us the opportunity to study your
customs and languages. And, by the way, I also speak fluent
French, German, Russian, Spanish and Mandarin Chinese."
"Ok, but if that's true, why haven't you contacted us
before now," I asked.
"Up until now, you fools have been too busy trying to kill
each other off with your petty little wars. First it was
swords and spears, then gunpowder, and finally nuclear
weapons! That's not a situation that encourages strangers
to come knocking on your door," she responded with a wry
grin. "Instead, we've spent our time learning your habits
and value systems."
"That also makes sense I guess, at least from your point of
view. Have you encountered anything you find confusing?
Perhaps I could help clear some things up for you," I
offered, trying to placate her.
"Well," she responded, "The one thing that doesn't make
much sense is your method of procreation. Our people
reproduce by laboratory cell cloning but, as I understand
it, you do it by something you call 'sex' whereby the
'male' places 'seeds' within the 'female' in some manner.
The process is a little vague as your broadcasts never
speak of or show the actual process, except in the most
general manner," she explained. "We, on the other hand, do
not have Male or Female entities, only 'oneness'. Our
procreation process produces perfect replicas of ourselves.
It would seem to us that the process that you employ would
produce unpredictable, and often undesirable, results. Why
would an advanced civilization utilize such an unreliable
process?" she asked.
"It has some other, more subtle, advantages," I said, lying
back and grinning at the overhead panels. "Am I to
understand that your people don't indulge in any
pleasurable physical contact?"
She looked at me with a puzzled frown. "Pleasurable
physical contact?
... I don't understand. Are you referring to the
procreation thing?"
"Sure, in the course of your studies, you must have picked
up on our concept 'love'. There are many forms of love, but
what I'm referring to now is the mutual attraction between
adult males and females. Well, procreation is a subset of
that type of love that involves what we call 'sex'. This is
nature's way of insuring the survival of the species.
However, sex is so enjoyable that often we humans indulge
in sex with no thought of procreation, just for the sheer
joy of it!"
"Very interesting," she mused. "I will have to ponder this
concept. In the meantime, do you have anything I might find
pleasurable to eat? I've been so busy trying to repair my
ship, I completely forgot about food until now."
"I have no idea of what your people consider food but let's
check the freezer unit and see if anything looks appealing
to you," I replied, offering my hand to assist her to her
feet. The flesh of her hand felt warm and silky to my touch
and, as I looked at her beautiful face, I felt a stirring
in my loins.
Watch it, I thought. You don't even know if she has any sex
organs; at least as you would recognize them. Also, since
you're only wearing a pair of tatty undershorts, you've got
no place to hide how glad you are to see her.
I pointed her toward the galley area and followed as she
walked to the rear of the command deck. I couldn't help
noticing how good her hard, tight butt looked in those form
fitting uniform pants! She sure looked human, I mused as I
watched her sensuously swaying ass. That's a good sign
anyway.
Unaware of my lecherous thoughts, she asked, "Do you have
steak? I've noticed that steak seems to be a very popular
food on Earth and I'd love to try it."
"Yeah, I'm sure I have some steak in there somewhere. By
the way, do you know that steak is the flesh of a domestic
animal called a cow? Is it acceptable to your customs to
eat dead flesh," I asked, forcing myself to abandon my
inspection of her butt.
"Yes," she replied with a smile. "We also raise non-
sentient creatures for food but I don't know how they
compare to the taste of 'cow'. I believe cow meat will be
compatible with my needs however."
God I hope so, I thought. This was going so well, I'd hate
to kill her with a T-Bone!
I checked the auto chef's menu and programmed two "Sirloin
with Mushroom" meals, one rare and the other well done,
then punched the Start button. "I'm going to have a cup of
coffee while we wait. Would you like to try that also," I
asked.
"Ummm...yes. As I am going to have to rely on your
hospitality for at least a few sleep periods, I might as
well experience as many of your customs as possible."
Hmmm, now that opens up some very interesting
possibilities, I thought.
Handing her a cup of coffee, I watched her as she
tentatively raised it to her lips and took a small sip.
"Yuckkkk," she exclaimed! "It's bitter! How can you drink
anything that tastes so bad?"
"Just a minute," I said, taking her cup and adding two
sugars and a little creamer. "Here, try it now. I think
this should take the bitterness away," handing the cup back
to her.
"Much better," she pronounced, after taking another small
sip. "Very good, in fact."
A musical tone sounded, indicating the auto chef had
finished it's magic. Removing the meals, I placed the two
plates on the table. "Ummm, that smells good," Annie
exclaimed, pulling the rare steak to her side of the table.
After showing her how to use the knife and fork to cut the
steak into edible sized pieces, we settled down to enjoy
our meals. I watched her face closely to see if she
approved the taste of dead cow. Apparently she did because
she polished off the rare 14 ounce sirloin and pushed
herself back from the table with a satisfied smile on her
face before I had even made a dent in mine.
I punched up two pieces of apple pie with ice cream for
dessert, which she devoured with great gusto; both of them!
Jezzzz I thought. She must be just a growing girl! Oh well,
I'm not that fond of apple pie anyway!
After I cleared away the remains of the meal, stuffing the
whole lot into the recycler, Annie yawned and stretched,
emitting a loud and most unladylike belch. Looking very
satisfied with herself, she announced that it was now the
start of her normal sleep period.
"Where is your sleeping area," she asked innocently.
"That may be a slight problem," I responded. "You see, this
is a cargo craft and the crew quarters are rather cramped.
I'm afraid if you want to sleep here we'll have to share
the sleeping couch. It's alright with me, if you don't have
a problem with it."
"No, why would I have a problem with that. After all, you
probably saved my life and we'll be asleep anyway. I'm used
to making do with whatever's available," she replied with a
quizzical look.
"Right, what's the problem?!" I replied, grinning at her,
feeling like the cat that just caught the Royal sparrow!
I showed her to the sleeping cubicle, then returned the
command deck to perform and log the end-of-watch
inspection. After checking that all systems were in the
green and that we were still on course and on time, I
stepped into the 'freshener and let it's ultrasonic waves
clean my body. After the terrify ordeal of an imminent
space wreck, I was smelling a little gamy. Stark terror
does that to a person.
Returning to the sleep cube, I found Annie wrapped in my
only light blanket, curled up asleep with her back toward
me. As I lifted the edge of the blanket to slip into bed, I
was confronted with the sight of Annie's cute naked butt
staring back at me. Wicked thoughts flashed through my mind
as I slid quietly under the blanket.
Well, actually, these thoughts had been with me ever since
she'd removed her spacesuit helmet and I'd seen that my
mystery visitor was a beautiful young woman - the sight of
her bare butt just brought them raging back to the
forefront!
Without coming fully awake, Annie murmured something in a
language I didn't understand and cuddled back against my
body. Since the bed wasn't designed for two people, the
only way I could get comfortable was to put my arm across
her body. As I did so, my hand fell upon her breast! Well,
lucky me! She mumbled something else and I lay very still
so that I wouldn't wake her.
After a moment, I realized that not only was my hand
resting on her breast but that my fingers were resting on a
pert little nipple. Slowly I moved my fingers, softly
stroking her nipple, feeling it expand and harden. Just as
I prepared to explore further, Annie whispered softly,
"What are you doing?"
I froze like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding
Land Rover. What the hell had I been thinking of? Well, of
course I knew what I had been thinking of but why did I
take such a foolish chance?
"I have no idea what you were just doing Dave, but for some
strange reason that I don't understand, it felt sooo good;
please don't stop," she continued.
"I didn't realize you were awake, Annie," I said in an
attempt at damage control. "I only was saying good night to
you ... it's an old earthling custom!"
"I don't remember any reference to such a custom in our
databases," Annie whispered, " but I think it's rather
nice! It made my nipple all hot and tingly ... and I got a
really strange feeling in my stomach. I've never
experienced a feeling like that before. Whatever you were
doing, please continue."
"That's a pretty normal reaction Annie, at least for female
earthlings," I whispered, my hand resuming its exploration
her firm, silky breast. I realized I was having some
pretty normal earthling reactions myself, as her sweet
little butt pushed back against my groin! Nuzzling her
neck, I kissed her ear, causing her to shudder violently.
"Ahhhh ... What was that???" Annie exclaimed, now wide
awake.
"That was just a little kiss. You've never been kissed
before?" I asked in amazement.
"No, of course not. We have noted several references to
that custom during our electronic surveillance, but I was
under the impression kissing involved the mutual pressing
of lips," she replied.
"That's the most common type of kiss but there are a lot
more places where kisses can be very pleasant. Would you
like to experience a lip kiss?" I whispered in her ear.
Annie nodded her head. "Yes, I think that would be very
informative," she said, rolling over onto her back.
Gathering her into my arms, my hand sought her other breast
as my lips closed over hers. Applying a little suction, I
let my tongue gently trace the outlines of hers while I
moved the palm of my hand slowly back and forth across her
nipple. I could feel her body squirm in response to my
passionate ministrations. She slid an arm around my neck
and pulled me firmly against her.
"Wheeyooo," she exclaimed, as we came up for air. "You
earthlings have some very interesting customs! Can we do
that again?"
"Sure," I replied with a happy grin. "This time, try
opening your lips a little and touching my tongue with
yours, ok?"
"Ok," she smiled. "Is this 'sex'?"
"Not quite," I chuckled, "But I'm working on it."
As we moved into our second kiss, I felt her lips relax and
her tongue brush tentatively against mine. As my hand
continued massaging her breast, her tongue became bolder
until it was well within my mouth, exploring excitedly.
Well now, this was moving along nicely, I thought. Deciding
to explore further, I removed my hand from her breast and
slid it slowly down her ribcage toward her tummy. However,
it didn't move more than a couple of inches when it
encountered an obstruction! Using my best Braille
techniques, I soon determined that the obstruction was
topped by a hot, throbbing little nipple!
Breaking our kiss, I sat bolt upright and flung the blanket
off our bodies. There, just below her breasts was a second
set of breasts. These were smaller than the upper ones but
perfectly formed, complete with tiny, fully erect nipples.
I stared at them in utter amazement.
"Why do you have four breasts?" I gasped, completely
confused.
"I have no idea," Annie said. "I didn't know why I had
breasts at all until a few moments ago. They always just
seemed to get in the way .. and all Romulans have them.
Now I believe them to be dormant pleasure sensors."
I leaned down and gently sucked one of tiny nipples into my
mouth, flicking it lightly with my tongue. "Ooooo" she
cooed, pressing her chest tightly against my mouth. "Those
are even more sensitive than the other ones!"
After a few moments of sucking her nipples, alternating
until I had ministered to all four of them, I reluctantly
sat up and kissed her lips once again while letting my hand
drift slowly southward over her stomach to the junction of
her thighs. She relaxed her legs slightly, allowing my hand
to slip between them.
No surprises here. She definitely possessed a vulva .. not
quite the same as I expected but a vulva nevertheless. Its
lips were not as long nor as pronounced as a you might
expect on a human and she had no pubic hair. In fact, as
nearly as I could tell, she had no body hair at all; her
skin as soft and smooth as a newborn babe's!
I eased a finger between her nether lips and discovered a
warm, damp haven. Further exploration revealed that she did
indeed have a small orifice corresponding to a vagina but,
as I moved my finger forward, I found no indication of a
clitoris. However, I noticed that she was quickly becoming
very wet with lubrication.
Moving back to her 'vagina' I gently probed the opening
with my finger. As it slid slightly into her, I felt
series of small round protrusions ringing the opening. As
my finger slid past them, she moaned loudly and jerked her
hips sharply forward, her tongue driving deeply into my
mouth. I had discovered the new and improved model of the
common clitoris! The possibilities boggled my mind!
We were both breathing heavily as I eased her back down
onto the bed.
My arm was still around her shoulders, hugging her tightly
to my body. Suddenly she exclaimed, "What is that!"
Following her eyes I saw she was staring intently at my
crotch. My neglected penis was protruding from waistband of
my shorts; hard as a rock, its head a bright purple.
"That's a male penis. I guess you've never seen one before,
have you?"
"No," she replied, sitting up and bending forward to
inspect it more closely. "Is this your seed insertion
device?"
"Well, I suppose it is, although I've never thought of it
in quite that way," I chuckled.
"Can I touch it?" she asked shyly.
"Sure," I replied, "Just be gentle, it's rather sensitive,"
I said as I quickly slipped out of my undershorts and flung
them across the room.
Annie reached out and ran her soft fingers over its
straining head then wrapped her hand around its shaft,
squeezing it slightly as it jerked in her grasp.
"Oh, that's nice! It's so hard, but, at the same time, so
soft and smooth," she observed. "But it's so big! Will that
fit inside a female?"
"It has before ...many times," I laughed. Actually it
wasn't all that big as those things go, but since it was
the only one she'd ever seen, who was I to disabuse her
opinion?
Releasing my penis, she lay back into my arms and cuddled
against my chest. "Have we had 'sex' yet," she asked.
"Not yet," I said. "Would you really like to try it?"
She was silent for a moment, then said, "I think I would.
Are you willing to teach me?"
"Well, I wouldn't do it for just anyone .. but I sort of
like you, so sure, why not," I told her solemnly.
"Now?" she asked eagerly.
"Ok, I suppose now is as good as any time," I grinned.
"What should I do?" Annie asked nervously.
I rolled her onto me until she was laying on my chest, her
legs outside mine.
"Now, push yourself up by your arms and very slowly slide
your body down mine until I tell you to stop," I
instructed.
She did as I instructed and when I felt her crotch touch
the head of my engorged penis I indicated that she should
stop moving. Reaching down between our bodies, I grasped my
penis and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina,
lodging its head firmly in its small hot mouth.
"Now ease yourself back against me very, very slowly. If it
feels painful, just stop and rest until your body adjusts
to it," I told her.
I felt her press her body down onto my penis, her eyes shut
tightly and her face squinched up in concentration. There
was a slight hesitation, then the head popped through.
"Oooo!" she said as her eyes popped open.
She continued to press down upon me and her body slowly
swallowed my penis, her eyes opening wider with each
passing inch. God, she was so hot and tight I wasn't sure I
how long could hold off. When she had finally accepted all
I had to offer, she grinned broadly and asked, "Are we
having 'sex' now?"
"Yeah sweetheart, we're having sex now, at least one
version of it. How do you like I so far?" I said with a
smile.
"It feels great, I never knew anything could feel this
good! What do I do now?" she asked, her eyes shining with
excitement.
"You're in control now. Do whatever makes you feel good.
Try moving slowly up and down a few inches so that it
slides in and out of you." As she complied with my
suggestion, her eyes closed again and a look of happy
concentration spread across her face.
After a moment or two of this I said, "Ok, now try moving
your hips around in little circles." Remembering the
placement of her multiple clitoruses (or should that be
'clitori'?) I was sure that would really feel good to her.
As Annie slowly started rotating her hips, her eyes popped
wide open in pleased astonishment. The up and down
movements slowed as her hips rotated faster and faster.
Suddenly her look of pleasure changed to one of panic.
"Something's wrong, Dave! I feel like I'm going to
explode!!!"
"That's normal, honey. Don't worry, you aren't going to
explode. What you're feeling is just the onset of what is
called a climax; it's the most wonderful feeling in the
world. Don't stop now, just let your body take control and
enjoy it," I reassured her.
"Ok," she mumbled through clenched teeth as her hips
gyrated faster and faster. Suddenly, she threw her head
back as she screamed "Oh Krili...Oh Krili...Oh Krili!!!!"
(I assumed Kril to be a major Romulan deity of some sort)
With a final bounce she collapsed upon my chest, hugging
me tightly, her lungs gasping for air.
When her breathing returned to normal she murmured into my
chest hair, "Krili, that was the greatest feeling in the
universe! Can we do it again? Pleaseeee!"
"Of course, Annie," I chuckled, hugging her tightly as I
rolled our still joined bodies over until I lay atop her.
Raising myself slightly until I was able to gaze into her
eyes, I began stroking myself slowly into her. "Do it
faster and harder!" she demanded.
"Ok," I replied, moving up on my knees and placing her legs
on my shoulders. Grasping the top of her hips with both
hands, I pulled them toward me while at the same time
snapping mine forward.
"Oh, yessss," she cried as my trusts increased in speed and
force. I wanted to give her another climax but wasn't sure
I could hold off long enough. Soon she picked up the rhythm
and began matching me thrust for thrust.
As our tempo gradually increased I tried to hold back, but
the clasp of her hot wetness was driving me quickly to the
top. Suddenly, as I felt the muscles of her vagina spasm
violently, I drove myself deep into that lovely warmth and
exploded.
We rolled apart and lay there breathing heavily; my arm
still around her shoulders hugging her closely against my
body. "Ahhh, that was even better than the first one," she
grinned. "Can we do it again?"
Lord, what kind of a monster had I created???
"Sorry, honey. I have to recover for a few hours before we
do it again. Males are limited that way. Let's get some
sleep now. It a long way to New Earth and we'll have plenty
of time to enjoy each other. Don't worry, I've got a lot
more tricks to teach you!" I murmured as I felt myself
drifting into sleep.
After what seemed like a just few moments (it was actually
closer to four hours) the alarm klaxon again blared
throughout the ship. I went from prone to vertical in
something under ten nanoseconds, banging my shins on the
night stand in the process!
Looking about wildly, the source of the ungodly noise
finally burned through my muzzy brain. Racing to the
bridge, I slapped a switch, silencing the horn. I could
once again feel the anti-collision thrusters firing,
frantically attempting to avoid a collision.
As I started checking the ship's life support systems, I
noticed Annie had joined me; in full uniform and not a hair
out of place. "What is the problem?" she asked calmly.
"Dammed if I know, but it's exactly what happened when you
docked your ship with mine," I snapped at her.
"Just a minute," she said calmly, turning to her stowed
spacesuit. "I think I know what it is."
Removing a small comm unit from the suit, she pushed a few
buttons and spoke into mouthpiece in that strange language
I didn't understand. After what seemed to be a short
conversation, she snapped the unit closed and replaced it
in her suit.
"Don't worry Dave, it's only my rescue ship. If you would
turn off the anti-collision system, it will make their
docking much simpler."
"Rescue Ship! What Damned Rescue Ship?" I demanded.
"The one I called when I was dead in the water and running
out of oxygen ... just before I picked your ship up on my
sensors," she replied as if I wasn't quite bright. "Didn't
I tell you about that?" she added with a girlish giggle.
Before I could respond, there was a loud banging on the
main entrance hatch. "Oh, here they are now," Annie said,
undogging the hatch and swinging it open.
Four Annie-clones entered the ship. No spacesuits this
time; apparently Annie had communicated to them that our
ship's atmosphere was compatible with their needs. All four
of them wore uniforms identical to Annie's.
Annie introduced me to our visitors, none of whose names I
could pronounce, then chatted with them in their strange
language. At one point, they all looked at me slyly and
giggled. Well, they're a rude lot, I thought. Shortly after
that, Annie sidled over to me and whispered "You are out of
uniform, Captain!" With that, she surreptitiously handed
me my tattered jockey shorts.
"Oh god, I forgot in all the excitement . excuse me for a
moment," I whispered, then beat a hasty retreat to the back
of the ship.
In my sleeping cube, I took one sniff of my sex-stained
shorts, decided they were no longer suitable for formal
occasions and dropped them into the recycler. Then I
rummaged around looking for something more appropriate for
meeting foreign visitors.
I emerged into the galley, resplendent in new white boxer
shorts with little red hearts outlining the fly. There I
found all five of the women gathered around the table
eating rare sirloin steaks with mushroom sauce. "We haven't
had a chance to get to the apple pie yet," Annie grinned.
"Well, don't eat up all my food, I still have a long lonely
trip to New Earth," I grumbled.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Annie explained, "You're
going back with us! I've told the girls all about my
adventures and they all want you to teach them about this
'sex' thing that you're such an expert at ... as well as
those other 'tricks' you hinted at! And besides, you
already told me this ship could make the trip to New Earth
and back with no help from you! I'm just going to take you
where you're more needed."
The girls all looked at me, grinning expectantly.
Oh, what the hell, I thought. According to my ex-wives, I
had never been very monogamous anyway.
The End
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