EXPLORATION

by Misty Vixen

Table of Contents

CHAPTER 01

CHAPTER 02

CHAPTER 03

CHAPTER 04

EPILOGUE

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER 01

Fired.

Why couldn't he have been fired?

It would have been a whole hell of a lot easier than the current predicament he found himself stuck in. John sighed heavily and adjusted his backpack. Heh, a backpack. That was all he had to his name, really. Granted, it was a big backpack and he'd packed it very tightly, but still. Just one pack. He supposed it wasn't all that strange, what with the digital nature of most things nowadays. All he had shoved in there were several changes of clothes, his tablet, and a handful of other personal belongings that he thought he'd like to have with him.

It wasn't as if he was moving away forever.

He would just be gone a month. His apartment was still there, full of his furniture, his things. He'd only packed for a month. Although he suspected that it would be a lot longer than just one month. Those thirty days were just the beginning...

Someone bumped into him and his train of thought derailed. John readjusted his stride and shifted a little, moving to the right side of the thoroughfare. He was walking through an orbital space station that hung over the little blue-green world he called home. He'd been born and raised there. Had graduated high school, pushed through a degree there, found his first (and only) job there. He'd fallen in love down there.

And now he could see the whole thing from a window. The whole damned planet. The entirety of his existence reduced to a big ball. John kept moving forward. He was tired. It had been a harrowing past couple of days. Well, at least it was harrowing to him. As he walked on, he thought about how he had ended up in this situation.

John worked as a data management technician at a large corporation that managed the buying and selling of vast amounts of colonial real estate. He liked his job...in that it was easy, it paid well, and he felt comfortable doing it. He'd been at it for five years, after completing his four year degree. At twenty seven, he'd received a promotion and three pay raises. He had felt that he was doing pretty good for himself, on track to make a name for himself in the corporate world. Everything was going fairly smoothly.

Until he'd met Alice.

Except for one passionate high school romance and one passionate college romance, John's life had largely been loveless. Not because he craved isolation, nor because he felt as if he met and enjoyed his 'one true love', but mainly because he was just not good at relationships. There had been a few dates, a few...he was hesitant to call them flings, he wasn't quite sure what to call them except for 'failures'.

And then, six months ago, he had met Alice. She seemed to be everything great: she was a shockingly attractive brunette, she was energetic, smart, capable. She worked in the same building he did and didn't live that far away. Their interests were common enough to form a bond and different enough that they'd have something to draw on if they got bored and wanted to introduce each other to something new.

There was just one problem.

She was the boss's daughter.

Normally, that alone would deter John. He put his career first and wouldn't do anything to impact it negatively. But Alice had taken an interest in him, and she seemed so...reasonable. When she'd asked him out, he'd said yes. They'd gone out on a date and it got serious fast. They'd gone on many dates, spent the night at each other's place often. It had been a lot of fun. They rarely seemed to argue. Alice seemed perfect.

Then, the five and a half month mark hit, and it all came crashing down.

Suddenly, she was argumentative. She was mean. She didn't have time for him. They fought over everything. It was like she was someone else. He didn't learn until a little later that Alice was notorious for this within the company. She was a serial-dater who, when the thrill of the new relationship wore off, somehow got off on the crash-and-burn drama of a spectacularly failing relationship.

She drove the thing into the ground like a fucking kamikaze.

Ultimately, the relationship ended in tears, (his, since he'd very much been in love with her), and she walked away from it. John thought that was the end of it. He prepared himself to sulk in misery for a few months and, if he was very lucky, start feeling like himself again. That's how it had been with the other two, though the first had taken him nearly a year to get over, the second closer to six months. With any luck, he'd figured could put this behind him in just three months' time and get back to his quiet, single life.

Oh, if only it had been that easy.

The second, nastier aspect of Alice's personality was that she was a very dedicated daddy's girl. Her father was one of those blind, overprotective parents that, despite the fact that their child was now into their late twenties, still doted on and fawned over them as though they were still a tween. In order to maintain her golden girl image to her father, she went out of her way to make every break-up seem like the man's fault.

Hence, John's current predicament.

He was being shipped out to the company's deep space exploratory branch, where he would be forced to live for the next month (and likely several more, if he wanted to keep working with the same company), in one a small, cramped spaceship, pushing out into deep space, exploring the dark, cold depths of vacuum in search of new planets, moons, asteroids, and whatever else might possibly be exploited by humanity.

Thus, they needed a skeleton crew to run these ships. John wasn't looking forward to this assignment at all. It wasn't that he didn't like space travel. He'd made a few trips to other planets in his time and he actually enjoyed living on a ship. It was just that...the kinds of people this sort of work tended to draw in were typically nutjobs. Or so he would imagine. Who would willingly agree to this kind of job?

John realized that he was nearing his airlock port.

He supposed he was going to find out soon enough. Ever since his boss had given him this punishment assignment, he'd been getting his affairs in order. John counted himself lucky that he had no pets to take care of, and he had a friend who could check in on his apartment once a week to make sure the place hadn't been robbed. He hadn't had a chance to even try to check and see who was assigned to the research ship with him. Though he doubted that he'd have been able to find that information even if had searched.

John stopped as he stepped into the airlock.

The only other individual present was a quine. He studied her for a moment. She hadn't yet noticed him. She sat, looking lonely and forlorn, in a no doubt uncomfortable plastic chair by the window next to the airlock. John had worked with a few quine before. Despite the absurd social taboo of such thoughts, he always found himself thinking that they were quite attractive. Sure they had no hair and were gray with gills in their chest, and their eyes did that creepy blacked-out thing, but...they were very shapely.

And they did have beautiful faces.

This one in particular seemed quite attractive, even in her apparent sadness. She was tall, at least a few inches taller than he was, and she had nice, long legs with what might have been thick thighs. She was wearing kind of baggy clothes. Suddenly, she seemed to notice him and she looked over at him.

John felt awkward and ashamed at having been caught staring. He hoped she wouldn't be angry with him...

…

Finally! Here it was.

Ithy let out a short breath of relief as she found the appropriate airlock. She had never been very good at navigating and found it easy for herself to get lost. She supposed this was the result of spending her formative years underwater, growing up with her parents in a large city on her homeworld. Sometimes, she wondered if getting the treatment and being able to live, long-term, on dry land had been such a good idea.

Ithy looked around the airlock and saw that there was nobody around. So, whoever was destined to be her crewmates had yet to arrive. Fine by her. She wanted to be alone right now. She took a seat in the nearest chair, a chair clearly built for humans because it was uncomfortable and slightly too small. Although maybe that was just the nature of the chair itself, regardless of who sat in it. With a soft sigh, she stared out the window.

Ever since her parents had taken her on a big vacation to what she had taken to calling the Overworld way back then, when she was ten years old, Ithy had become enamored by it all. The feel of atmosphere on her skin, the way the sky hung overhead, the way you could see for so far, for miles upon miles if your view was unobstructed. And the people and their cities...there was just so much and it fascinated her endlessly.

Since that trip, she had vowed to someday live on the surface. She knew it was possible. She'd done the research. Unlike most of her childhood fantasies, however, this vow did not die over the coming years. If anything, it only grew stronger. When she had reached the age of maturity, her parents had respected her wishes and paid for the treatment that made her body capable of living on dry land. She then went to a multi-cultural university on another planet, mixing in with a great batch of xenians, cyvits, and humans.

It had been a lot of fun, and Ithy had even entertained the idea of dating a xenian or maybe even a human...wouldn't that have been something? There were only ever quine when she was growing up. But the humans were difficult to get along with and the xenians largely seemed buried in their tech and classes. In the end, she'd met another quine, a tall, handsome male named Jaq. He had taken to her immediately, after they'd ended up in two of the same classes her second year. Despite her work-course overload, (she was majoring in multi-species medicine since, for some reason, she seemed to have a mind aptly suited to it), he still fit into her life.

Jaq took her out on dates, helped her study, drove her places when she didn't feel like walking (she'd gotten used to walking the first year, but she still preferred to ride around if she could), and brought her food when she forgot to eat amid all the studying. They were dating within a month, and living together by the beginning of her third year. He was studying something much simpler and had more than enough time to find a job in the city. With the money her parents sent and the money he made from his job, they rented a little apartment together.

Shortly after she'd graduated (a full two years after he had), he had asked her to be joined, the quine equivalent of human marriage. She had said yes and before long, she had a job at a hospital that specialized in human and xenian treatment, was making great money, and had moved to a bigger place of residence with Jaq.

And so it continued for the next five years.

But, little by little, Ithy had begun to realize something. Maybe it was something that had always been there and was slowly growing over the years, or something that had only crept into existence since they had become joined.

Jaq was jealous.

It started small at first: he tried to get in on her social interactions. He either asked her to stay in or for her to join him if he went out, or, if she was going out, he wanted to tag along. He started contacting her several times a day, asking her where she was, who she was with, what she was doing. At first, she had taken it for doting...they were in love! Of course he was thinking about her all the time. She began to feel guilty because her dedication to him wasn't on the same level. But being a doctor made her so damned busy...

That went on for the first two years, slowly getting worse. At first, she didn't notice it simply because she had almost zero social life. Being so busy all the time, there was rarely time for anything more than work or sleep or Jaq. But as the months went by and she slowly began to not only make new friends but find a way to balance her work life and her personal life, Jaq's jealousy became more obvious.

During the last year of their relationship, this past year, it had become glaringly obvious. They had huge, grandiose fights over the smallest things. If she wanted to go out on her own, or be with her friends, it must be because she was going to fuck that quine doctor she worked with or perhaps a patient she had met and secretly fallen in love with. She had tried to be reasonable, tried to tell him that she loved him, and only him, and would never do that to him. She'd tried to make it work. But every time, he always went back on his word.

No matter how many times he professed his undying love for her, how many times he promised to change, promised not to make such a big deal out of every little thing...she might only get a few days' peace, perhaps a week if she was lucky, and then something would set him off and they would be up all night arguing.

She had finally come to her breaking point two months ago when she went home to visit her parents, just to get away from him. She'd meant for the trip to be about her, a real vacation, but within a day she had broken down and told everything to her mother. They'd talked for nearly five hours, and her mother had planted the seed of an idea in her head: separation. Initially, she had rejected it outright. They had been together for so long, they had built such a life together. How could she just up and leave him? Could she even live on her own?

By the end of her trip, the seed had grown into a full-fledged idea plant: she was going to leave Jaq. At first, she had toyed with the idea of trying to get him to see reason, to get him to change, but she quickly realized that that was exactly what she had been trying to do for the past year...and it was obvious that he either wouldn't or couldn't change. He was stuck this way, but she didn't have to be stuck with him.

So she had gone to tell him.

His reaction had been very poor. He had screamed, he had cried, he had even threatened. Then he had apologized, sworn on his life to change, that things would be different...but now that she had the idea firmly in mind, she found herself beginning to lose compassion for Jaq. At first, it had terrified her. Was something wrong with her? Here was the man she had loved, had become bonded to, had seriously considered having children with...and now she was going to leave him. It still hurt, it hurt a lot, but her pain seemed nothing in comparison to his.

The whole thing had been nasty and messy...but in the end, they both agreed to the separation and she moved into a small apartment, similar to the one she and Jaq had gotten near the beginning of their relationship.

Unfortunately, it hadn't worked. For two months she had tried to continue her life, to let the healing begin, but she felt oddly stuck. And that was when she had made her decision to try something totally new, something so far beyond the comfortable confines her life had been for so many years that it would break her out of this trance she felt stuck in. She'd quit her job, let her monthly lease run its course on her apartment, sold all her things and signed up for work on one of those deep-space exploration ships.

They needed medics.

And here she was. Everything she owned was in the suitcase currently sitting beside her. She wasn't particularly worried. Being a multi-cultural medic meant that she could get a well-paying job pretty much anywhere, and she had enough credits in her account to sustain her for at least a year if she didn't go on some huge spending spree. She needed this, and she could afford to take this risk, so she had. Ithy felt she owed it to herself to just...relax. Take a working vacation. Get her head and hopefully her life sorted out...

Ithy suddenly realized that someone else was in the airlock with her. She looked over and saw a human standing at the entrance. He was staring at her...was he checking her out? Such a thing hardly seemed possible. She had never once encountered a human that had shown any kind of sexual interest in her. Surely she must be misreading his expression, which had changed to an awkward kind of guilt. She sized him up.

He was perhaps average height for a human, a little shorter than her. He was on the thin side, had a pale complexion, dark hair. He looked young, though not so young as to be adolescent. He cleared his throat and stepped in.

“Hi,” he said, still awkwardly. “My name's John...are you here for the exploration ship assignment?” he asked.

“Yes...I am.” She hesitated, finding herself suddenly interested in him, in his eyes, the shape of his body. She felt a wave of lust shoot through her. What was this? Although she'd actually tried to think sexually about some of her coworkers she'd secretly crushed on, even entertained the idea of taking them out for a one night stand now that she was free...the truth of the matter was that she hadn't even worked up the interest to masturbate since leaving Jaq. “Um...I'm sorry. My name is Ithy. I'll be your medic.”

And because she didn't want to let the feeling go, she stood up and offered the young human her hand. It was a human custom, she understood, though she'd come to loathe it. Every time a human touched her, they seemed to regret it. But not John. He took her hand, shook it, even smiled at her. And it all seemed genuine...

Had he been checking her out?

She suddenly felt self-conscious. Her choice of clothing had reflected her mood this morning. She wore loose-fitting black slacks and a baggy t-shirt. She knew she would look strange to any other quine that saw her, but she found human clothing comfortable and flattering. Ithy had never considered herself especially sexy. She knew she was in good shape, but she lived in a world where ninety nine percent of everyone she encountered didn't even look at her that way. Her own self-worth was based largely on her abilities, she knew she was smart and capable, but there was always a part of her that liked being attractive.

She knew there were some women who tried to push that notion away, who equated being sexy with being sexualized, even going as far as to postulate that a woman couldn't be both physically attractive and intelligent or accomplished. It was either one or the other. Ithy had never been comfortable with that notion. She had been at home with the idea that you could be both hot and smart. She was never ashamed of being sexy...except when Jaq had begun accusing of her trying to lure other men into their bed...

She suddenly realized that she hadn't dressed anything but dowdy for quite some time now. Perhaps even more so after the separation. And for much of that, it didn't matter. She either wasn't trying to attract anyone or didn't feel in any kind of shape for it. She had been trying to heal after the split, and she still was, but suddenly, seeing that look of...lust? Desire? (Surely she was imaging that, humans just didn't think that way about quine...right?), had awoken something in her, and all at once she remembered how great it felt to be desired.

Ithy realized she hadn't said anything in a little while. She blinked a few times, gathering her thoughts.

“So, uh...John, how did you get this job?” she asked.

John looked glum as he sat down in another chair. “It's a little complicated...I...” He hesitated, seemed to be deciding if he wanted to tell her a painful or embarrassing story.

“It's okay,” she said, a little quickly. “I...if it's personal...”

“No, it's fine. I was dating my boss's daughter...she kind of ran our relationship into the ground all of a sudden, and my boss thought it was my fault. This is...well, a punishment assignment, really,” John replied.

“Oh...I'm sorry. That's horrible.”

“It...could be worse,” John replied, though his expression didn't really seem to indicate that he believed that.

“What about you?” he asked.

Ithy considered his question for a moment, wondered if she should get into the whole story...then decided against it. If, against all odds, this cute human (he was cute, maybe a few years younger than her? She still had difficulty telling the age of humans) was interested in her, she didn't want to seem...unavailable? She wasn't sure entirely what the thought was, but for the first time, she suddenly felt herself capable of...not quite a relationship, but a fling.

“I decided it was time for a change,” she said simply.

John nodded, and then all further conversation, for the moment at least, was extinguished by the arrival of their vessel.

…

Another new journey.

Lynn saw her reflection in one of the control panels and caught herself smiling again. Well, why not? After the dud her last journey had been, she was ready for some fresh faces and exciting action. Up ahead, through the windows of her cockpit, she could see the great silver bulk of the orbital space station where she was scheduled to pick up her two new charges. Her two new sexy charges. She'd seen their profile pics that came with their resumes and she was definitely into both of them. It had been awhile since she'd had a quine, longer since she'd encountered a female quine, and never one quite as attractive as this Ithy was. And John...well, traditionally she hadn't had a lot of success talking human boys into her bed, but...

She had a good feeling about him.

Lynn was a freelance pilot. She had settled into this particular gig of hers about three years ago. Her process was simple. After she had bought her little deep-space tug, she rented it and her services out to corporations that needed brand new solar systems explored in a bit more of an in-depth fashion for minerals and whatnot. Her ship was equipped with powerful scanning equipment. Depending on the size of the solar system, it took between two weeks and two months to run all the scans and be done with the job.

Instead of maintaining a consistent crew, she had the companies hiring her provide a contract-based crew. They paid her and the crew, she got to use the crew's talents to help her do the survey, they parted ways when the survey was done.

And, over the course of that typically month-long survey, she tried to seduce her new crew.

Lynn had always been a sexual woman. She was bisexual and lots of different races did it for her. She found xenian men to be too impatient or distant or selfish, rarely tending to her sexual needs once their own had been satisfied. So she spent ten years making her money, bought herself a ship, and set to work. As a result, she enjoyed new sexual partners twelve times a year.

Her last outing had been really lame, though.

Essentially, it was one long threesome that went wrong. The kind of threesome where it starts out with all three people enjoying the sex...then it really just becomes you watching two other people have sex. She'd hired on a male and female cyvit, hoping to entice them both into her bed. It hadn't really worked. The male cyvit had started to go for it, but then, for whatever reason, the female had gotten jealous and enticed him into her bed and they formed a kind of thing and the male didn't want to piss off the female...

Lynn's expression soured as she remembered it. Mercifully, it had been a short gig, just two weeks of surveying a small system. But hell, it had felt long enough. She was hoping to get her money's worth out of these two. A warning chime alerted her that she was close enough to begin docking procedures. Lynn hit the auto-pilot and leaned back, waiting for her ship to dock. She closed her eyes and ran over a mental checklist. The ship was clean, fueled, minor repairs made, stocked up with food for humans and quine (and herself). And she was good on sex toys and lube. Everything should be good.

The ship clicked and whirred and whined as it finished docking with the space station. Lynn opened her eyes and stood up.

It was time to see her new playmates.

She made her way back through the cockpit to the airlock. She pushed the buttons and waited for it to do its things, excitement coursing through her. The airlock door opened up and she found her two new crewmates standing inside, looking shy and awkward. She couldn't help but smile, just a little. It was usually the shy, awkward ones that, once you cracked through their outer armor, went totally nuts in the bedroom.

“Hi,” she said brightly, waving them in. “I'm Lynn. I'll be your pilot and team manager, making sure everything goes according to plan.”

“Hello. I'm John,” the human male said, not quite able to make eye contact.

“Ithy,” the female quine said, eye contact but...what was this? She glanced over at John, just for a second, but Lynn could tell. Ithy was thinking dirty thoughts about her new human companion. Well, that was either good or bad. Bad, if it ended up like how it did before, good because if they had the hots for each other then it'd be all the easier to talk them both into her bed.

“Good to meet you! Now let's get you settled in.”

John, when he thought she wasn't looking, (xenians had great peripheral vision), snuck a look at her cleavage, which she was displaying in a low-cut tank top.

Lynn smirked to herself.

Yes, this should be a good one.

CHAPTER 02

“Here's the kitchen,” Lynn said, stepping inside and then out of the way. “As you can see, it's combined with the dining room, so we'll both prep and eat the food here. It's stocked with food for all of us. I looked over your list of recommendations and bought what I could.”

While both of them took a minute to poke through the kitchen, Lynn took a moment to study them. John seemed perhaps a bit on the skinny side and he had the look of a recently dumped person, someone who had just got out of a nasty relationship. Well, okay, they both had that look. Ithy...she was even more beautiful in person. There was something about those big, luminescent black eyes that quine had that made Lynn just stare.

And then there was her body.

Although she wore somewhat baggy clothing, the suggestion of her shape when she moved hinted and teased at a very shapely woman. It had been too long since Lynn had had a big pair of breasts to play with.

They seemed to be done, so she stopped sex-dreaming and led them back out. They'd already gone past the lounge and the infirmary.

“At the back is the engine room, which you probably won't need to go into all that often. Here are the bedrooms. They're a bit small, I'll admit, but they'll do the job,” she said.

There were only four bedrooms, and it seemed that the ship designer had only begrudgingly made room for them. Each one came equipped with a bathroom that was dominated by a shower stall, no closet, no bathtub, just enough room in the main area for a bed, a desk, and a couple of chairs. The dresser was built into the bed frame. Since she knew that sexy things were going to happen, Lynn had ordered larger beds for all the rooms. They were just shy of being queen sized and took up almost half the area.

“I'll let you get settled in,” Lynn said. “I've got to go break away from the station and head out to our destination. But I thought it'd be nice if we could all have dinner together, say in an hour?” she asked, looking at them both.

Each of them responded positively, thanked her and disappeared into their rooms. Lynn lingered for a few seconds, thoughts of both the human and the quine naked and moaning in pleasure coming to her, felt a little shiver of anticipation trickle down her spine, then turned and left, making for the bridge, trying to keep herself under control.

…

John looked around his bedroom.

Lynn was right, it was small. There was just a bed, a desk, and a few chairs. Well, what could you do? Despite this, John's mood wasn't made worse. If anything, he was beginning to feel better. He supposed there were worse things than being trapped on a deep-space recon ship with two beautiful women for a month.

But...no.

No way. He didn't have a chance with either of them. For starters, he could tell they were both older than him. He wasn't sure how much older, but physical years didn't actually matter. They were older in the sense that they were more mature than he was. Both women had an atmosphere of competent proficiency about them that both attracted and intimidated him. But it was that very same proficiency that would probably turn them away from him. Although he felt competent at his job and he was generally at home with running down IT bugs or fixing a computer, he still felt like an awkward teenager in several aspects of his life.

That kind of ineptitude not only was easily picked up on by intelligent women, but it turned them off. And he didn't blame them. They were smart, tough, decisive...why would they want an awkward, tongue-tied teenager in their life? With a sigh, John shrugged out of his backpack, let it flop back onto the bed and began sorting through it. There really wasn't much in there. He tucked his clothes away into two different drawers built into the bed frame, then set his tablet on the desk and moved into the bathroom to check it out.

Not much. Just a sink, a toilet, and a big shower stall in place of a bath. He frowned, studying the stall. Normally, when there was just a shower stall, it was about half the size of a bath, because the whole point of having a stall was to save space. But this shower was big, easily big enough to hold all three of them...

At that thought, he found himself imagining Lynn and Ithy wet and naked, kissing each other, kissing him, running his hands across them...

John sighed and flipped off the light, stepping back out into his bedroom. He sat down at his desk and picked up his tablet. He began reading, waiting for dinner, but kept getting distracted by thoughts of what Lynn and Ithy might look like naked.

…

Ithy sighed quietly and stared out the windows at nothing in particular.

Strange thoughts were filling her head. Or were they so strange? She kept going back to John. She had never realistically entertained the idea of making love with a human. Fantasized? Yeah. But actually thought that it was a thing that she could make happen? No, not really. She had only ever been with quine. But now that she was thinking about it, she found it particularly enticing. Was it really just that she had never thought about it until right now...or was her fixation upon the cute human male a result of her sudden sexual rejuvenation? And what was the deal with that anyway? She had been miserable for the past two months.

(Okay, longer than two months, but that two month period was when she was actually admitting to herself that she was miserable.)

Maybe she'd gone so long without any kind of brush with the opposite sex that something as simple as a young human man checking her out was enough to ignite the passion that had once rollicked freely through her nether regions.

Ithy checked the time. Not long until dinner. She returned her attention to the window. If anything, this trip was probably going to be boring. Maybe that was for the best. Perhaps she needed boring. Although...hadn't the past two months been boring? Living in that single bedroom apartment, going to work, dealing with the same problems day-in, day-out? Her life had been routine, only now, as the dust from her daily conflict with Jaq settled in its absence, she realized how boring that really was. She'd always expected being a doctor to be more interesting, but after years in the field, she was no longer interested, merely exhausted.

Space travel had always appealed to her. It was almost like an ultimate exemplification of her fascination with the Overworld. If anything, outer space was the Overworld to the Overworld. It also gave her a slight tingle of nostalgia, as moving through space was kind of like moving through some dark, vast ocean.

Ithy checked the time again. It had been an hour. Dinner was probably happening now. She stood, suddenly hungry, and moved out of her cabin. She stepped into the hallway at the same time as John, who looked over at her, caught her eyes briefly, then looked away. Was he blushing? Ithy turned and walked the short distance between the cabins and the kitchen, pondering this development. Thinking back on how he had looked at her in the airlock, before she'd realized he was there, she wondered again if he had been checking her out or if it was just wishful thinking on her part. And that brought up another, stranger thought.

There was something about Lynn.

Ithy wasn't sure entirely sure what, but she was getting certain vibes from the little xenian. As she stepped into the kitchen, she saw their pilot at the oven, preparing something. She studied her. Lynn was, like most xenians, petite. She was perhaps a few inches over five feet and very likely didn't weigh in past the triple digits. She had milky white skin, little silver nodes of technology stuck into her skin, and short, brunette hair gathered into a loose ponytail in the back. Her eyes glowed a bright white, as did almost all xenians eyes.

So what was odd about Lynn?

“Hi, Ithy,” she said suddenly. “I'm prepping dinner. I saw that both you and John liked tacos, so I'm preparing some. It's taking a bit longer, cause of the different meats, but they should be ready soon.” She flashed Ithy a quick smile.

“It smells great,” Ithy replied. “Thanks for making it.”

“Not a problem. I always make the first meal so that we can sit down and begin the process of getting to know each other. Harmony is important when you're trapped on a ship in the middle of deep space together.”

“I imagine it is,” Ithy replied, taking a seat at the table across the room.

It came to her that Lynn was being flirtatious. But it was very subtle. So subtle that, for a long moment, Ithy doubted this assessment. Was it just coincidence that, at the very same time she rediscovered her ability to feel lust she came into contact with not one but two individuals who had the hots for her? No, she must be projecting. Ithy told herself to be careful. She didn't want to try and start something and have it blow up in her face and suddenly she was trapped on a ship for the next month with someone who she had tried, and failed, to hit on. It was awkward enough to do that under regular circumstances.

It would be, she imagined, unbearable under these.

So, instead of that, she tried to focus on Lynn, who was striking up conversation as she started setting out all the fixings for tacos.

“I thought I'd just give you a bit of background on how things'll go. It's pretty lax. We won't even be at the system for another five days. There's six planets and about ten moons we have to hit up, as well as an asteroid cluster. Each one of these will average between one and two days, counting travel and scanning time. You two are kind of only here as backups, in case either one of us or the ship gets injured, so, I guess, your largest complaint will be boredom. As for rules, well...the only real rule I have that might come into conflict is that I keep a neat ship. I'm not a neat freak or anything, but, you know, clean up after yourselves, keep your room tidy. If you use a cup or a bowl, wash it out and stick it in the dishwasher after you're done. Other than that, I think we'll get along just fine,” Lynn explained as she finished setting everything out.

The next several minutes were spent assembling the tacos and then biting into them. Before long, though, Lynn spoke up again.

“So, I've read over your profiles, but...the profiles only say so much. Why don't you tell me how you two found yourselves in this position?”

John volunteered to go first. Ithy listened as he went more in depth into what happened to him, more so than when they'd first spoken in the airlock. He seemed hesitant and anxious at first, but as he ate and Lynn plied him, gently, kindly, for more, they got the whole story. It was a sad, and, honestly, kind of frightening tale. Ithy listened to him describe (with a noticeable note of pain in his voice), the relationship he'd forged with another human woman. He told them of how they met, the relationship they formed, the unreasonable circumstances of their breakup. Ithy felt bad for him. She also felt a kind of kinship, too.

“What about you?” Lynn asked.

There was something about the way she was asking, as though, beneath her cheery and kind exterior, the truth was that she would keep asking until she had gotten what she wanted. It wasn't rudeness, not exactly, but more like a sort of determination that people felt when they knew they were onto something important, and had to push through the natural resistance to get at it. Why was it important that Ithy share her painful past?

Her initial instinct was to either politely decline or, at the very least, be vague about what happened. Some of her friends, while she was still in the midst of realizing that Jaq was jealous to the point of emotional abuse, had disagreed, some even going as far as to chastise her, claiming that she was making a big deal out of nothing. Her single friends had even gone as far as to suggest that she should be thankful for such a devoted partner. But here, now, in this cramped survey ship with strangers, she ignored her first instincts.

She realized that beyond these initial instincts, she wanted to tell everything.

So she did.

She began with how they met, told them about how Jaq had courted her, their first place together, all the fun and excitement that eventually became contented security. And then she charted the decline, the jealousy, the arguments, the rage. Then the break up, the whole reason she was here in the first place, the way the universe suddenly seemed mute and pallid by comparison. At some point, Ithy realized that she was captivating them. Both John and Lynn had largely stopped eating and were focusing on her every word.

“And, so...I guess I just figured I should do something a little crazy,” she finished up. “I found this job and ended up here. And I'm hoping I'll be more...I don't know, awake, aware, something after this gig.”

“It's hard to say if that will happen,” Lynn replied after a moment. “I've had similar people show up for similar reasons. Some of them end up going on to continue doing something like this, some of them go back to their lives. But the comfort that I can offer is that, at least as far as I can tell, all of them go back happier.”

“Sounds good to me,” Ithy said.

They continued eating.

…

John paused as he made his way across his cramped quarters to his bed. He was in nothing but his boxers, fresh out of a shower before bed. He was often thought strange because he enjoyed a shower both before bed and after waking. The bedtime shower helped relax him, the morning shower helped wake him up. He wasn't sure why, this simply was the way it was. Now, he stared out into the dark depths of space. There wasn't really much to see when the ship was traveling this fast, something to do with relativity, but he stared all the same. Here he was, in outer space, traveling on a spaceship. It was quite a thing.

The moment passed as he yawned. All the excitement of the day and the travel between the planet and the orbital station had worn him out. Travel always did. He would sleep well tonight and tomorrow begin the apparently boring routine that was deep space exploration. John lifted the blankets and got beneath them. The blankets, the pillows, and the mattress all seemed to be of very high, expensive quality, and thus were extremely comfortable. He wondered why this was. Almost everything else, save for the showers, had a slightly utilitarian look to them. Everything else in the ship was either cheap or efficient.

What was so special about beds and showers?

Well, they were where sex happened most of the time...John sighed and tried to put that thought aside. He wasn't going to get laid out here, much as he might want to. He knew a lot of people were off-put by aliens, especially xenians and quine. Xenians because of all the obvious technology sticking out of their pale bodies and the way their eyes always glowed a bright white, and quine because of how their skin vaguely resembled manta rays and their bald heads. Not out of place for a male, necessarily, but in human society, a bald woman was a strange sight. But that had never bothered him. He found most alien women at least somewhat attractive.

And these two women aboard the ship with him were particularly fine examples of non-human beauty...

With a sigh, John rolled over and called for the lights to turn off. As he was bathed in darkness, he began to entertain thoughts of both women nude.

…

Ithy stared up at her ceiling, the lights set on their lowest level. She wasn't exactly ready to sleep, not yet. After dinner, she had showered (it was something she did a minimum of once a day, but sometimes as much as three times per day, it reminded her of life underwater), and then laid around and caught up on some reading. Over the course of the past decade, she had compiled a reading list that was a mile long. She was a naturally fast reader, but between her hectic work life and her Jaq-occupied home life, she hadn't ever made any kind of sizable dent in that list. It just seemed to get longer. She intended to rectify that now.

She'd read about three quarters of the first book on the list, the first in a romance-action series that had caught her eye about five years ago. It was good, and she knew she'd chew right through the whole series (there were seven total) in about a few days. Lethargy befell her, however, before she could finish the novel, and she set her tablet aside and crawled beneath the blankets. But as she lay there, her mind kept firing, flitting back and forth between her two new crewmates. She couldn't assuage the notion that they were attracted to her, no matter how many times she told herself that she was being ridiculous.

Finally, Ithy called for the lights to turn off completely, and rolled over onto her other side. She decided to do something that she hadn't done in quite awhile and reached between her legs, slipping her hand into her panties.

As she parted the lips of her vagina, she moaned quietly as she found the small, sensitive nub of her clit.

She began to rub it, thinking first of John, then of Lynn.

Moaning softly, she began moving her fingertip in small circles, biting her lip, relishing the hot, pulsing waves of pleasure. How long had it been? Definitely not once since the split, but how long before that?

Apparently too long, because Ithy began rocking her hips back and forth into her finger. Within a minute, she had orgasmed. Hot juices seeped out of her, onto her thighs, soaking her panties and the bedsheets and blankets.

She knew she should get up, change, take another shower...

But suddenly, she was too tired to do anything. Ithy yawned, pulled the blankets a little more tightly about her, and fell asleep.

…

“There you are, you bastard,” Lynn muttered under her breath as she snagged the little vibrator from where it was buried in her clothes. It had got quite a workout over the past two weeks and now it looked like she would need it again.

Ithy and John were perfect!

They were both recently broken up with, and she had the highest success ratio with people in those situations. Unfortunately, she had to be careful. If she came on too strong, or too fast, well...she'd discovered an odd kind of thing. If she did that, then most of them initially hopped in bed with her, but it didn't last. Before long, a few days at most, they would break it off, claiming that they didn't want to seem too easy in their post-relationship life.

So she would have to wait. She couldn't just jump on them and hump vigorously, much as she might like to. She had to take her time...

But that was so damned hard!

Especially after last trip's failure.

With a sigh, Lynn stripped naked and settled into bed. She stared at her vibrator. It was made of some soft material wrapped around a hard plastic cylinder with a little switch on the base. Snuggling up beneath the covers, she laid on her back and opened up her legs. As she flipped on the vibrator, feeling as much as hearing the muted humming buzz, she wanted to be patient. But her damned lust wouldn't let her.

She applied the rounded tip of the vibrator to her clit and immediately let out a small moan of pleasure as raw, pink ecstasy lapped up and down her body, radiating out from her vagina. She began pressing against her clit over and over again, shuddering and groaning, her pulse racing, her breath coming faster, hotter, heavier. She was incredibly wet. Unable to resist, conjuring up the image of John in her mind, what he might look like naked, atop her, thrusting madly into her, she slipped the vibrating device into herself.

Another moan tore through her, and she bit her lip, trying to keep quiet. She knew that the ventilation ducts between rooms carried sound a little too well. She took a deep breath and held it as she began fucking herself rapidly with the device. She kept going for about thirty seconds more, and it was a testament to how wound up she was when she came then. She let out her breath in an explosive sigh as she orgasmed, feeling herself twist and twine and spasm. When it was over and she had regained control of herself, Lynn turned off the device and set it on her nightstand. She yawned and flopped onto her stomach to sleep.

But as she drifted off, she smiled, feeling confident about John and Ithy.

CHAPTER 03

A week went by.

Lynn thought she would tear her hair out in sexual frustration. Her toy had been getting a real workout again. Despite how frustrated she was getting, Lynn thought she had been acting quite well. She made sure to spend a lot of time with both Ithy and John, eating meals with them, watching movies and shows, (John, after a bit of plying, admitted to liking some animated shows, and she felt she had struck a major blow in their connection when she started watching one of his favorites with him), and just generally hanging out with them.

She felt she was making progress. Two days ago, she had given John a shoulder rub and talked him into rubbing her feet. Whenever she was in Ithy's room, watching something together, she had managed to slowly, subtly, over the course of a dozen visits, get Ithy to lay down next to her in bed, since there weren't really any other comfortable places to sit. (An intentional design on her part.) There were lots of little things adding up here. She made eye contact, hugged them, had even gone as far as to plant a little peck on Ithy's cheek yesterday when she said 'goodnight'. She'd been fun and flirtatious and kind.

And it was clearly working!

She wasn't getting any of the vibes she got from people who it clearly didn't work on. Both John and Ithy gave off body language that suggested they were receptive to all of this. They smiled, they blushed, they met her eyes sometimes, and then hastily looked away in that way that indicated they were all kinds of hot and bothered, but...

They were too scared!

Lynn was very close to doing something. Both of these cute, sexy people were either too repressed or intimidated or something to make a move on her, as easy and obvious as she was making things. It was driving her up the wall. Lynn wasn't entire sure what to do. She still had the notion that perhaps they should be the ones to make the first move, that it should be their idea, that they would be more comfortable with everything that happened afterward if they were the ones to initiate it. But it had already been a week now!

Lynn sat in the bridge and frowned into one of her screens. The ship was just wrapping up the scanning of the first planet, closest to the sun. It was a simple little rock with hardly any atmosphere. Unfortunately for some poor collection of miners, she had detected a large mineral deposit beneath the surface. After another hour, the scan would be finished and the ship would head off at auto-pilot to the next nearest planet.

The end of the seventh day on their long, enraging voyage was coming to a close. They'd already had dinner and both John and Ithy had retreated back to their rooms. Lynn suddenly stood up. She popped her neck and turned, marching out of the bridge.

It was time to do something.

…

As one episode came to an end and another began, John hit the pause button and sat back. His brain was still running, no matter what he did to halt it. It had been a nice week, in all honesty. He expected to be bored, but he found himself existing in a state of vacation. The new environment, the new people, the new situation...they all combined to make him feel good and relaxed. And there was just enough basic maintenance Lynn let him perform on the ship's systems to keep him from getting really bored.

It was nice, but...

Lynn.

Lynn! She was so great. She was nice to him, she watched things with him, hung out in his bedroom, on his bed, with him. There was a part of him that desperately wanted to make some kind of move on her. Although his breakup with Alice was still relatively fresh and painful in his head, Lynn made him feel better when she was around. But it was more than that. There was something about her, not just her body, but her personality...he hadn't been this sexually attracted to a woman in...well, a long time. The attraction was even more powerful than it had been with Alice. But what was he to do about it? He was afraid to say anything.

Afraid to do anything, even though, over the past week, he had had a beautiful, fun-loving girl in his bed, just relaxing. His primary concern was that he was getting mixed messages. Maybe Lynn was just a naturally carefree, touchy-feely individual. John had learned that just because a woman might be in a good mood around you and be prone to touching you, hugging you, even lounging around with or on you, (she had rested her head in his lap a few times), that didn't mean that she wanted to hop on your dick.

But what if he was wrong?

What if Lynn was just being subtle about it and she wanted him to make the first move? John sighed and closed his eyes. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, wishing he could read her mind. It'd be nice if she would tell him one way or the other. Because she was also spending a lot of time with Ithy. As much as she was in his cabin, Lynn also tended to hang out in Ithy's. What did that mean? He knew there was a good chance that Lynn was just nice and open and friendly, and didn't want anyone to feel left out.

But what if he had it backwards? What if she was just being nice and friendly to him, but she was really into Ithy?

Too many thoughts. Too many what-ifs. John didn't want to make a move and then fuck it all up by making things awkward. So, instead of doing anything or thinking anymore on it, he started the next episode and tried to turn his brain off.

Easier said than done.

…

Ithy felt weird.

But it wasn't really a bad kind of weird. Closer to good. It was night. Lynn had come over to her cabin and they'd been watching a movie for the past hour and a half. The movie was almost over. They had started out lying down next to each other, stretched out on Ithy's big, comfy bed. (Lynn must have really gone all-out when buying the beds, this was the greatest week of sleep she'd gotten in a long time. Although, it wasn't lost on her that this was also the first week where she felt genuinely in control of her life.)

But over the course of the movie, Lynn had shifted and twisted and moved. It had only just occurred to Ithy that all the shifting and twisting had a purpose. Lynn was touchy-feely. She had picked that up. She gave out hugs and pecks on the cheek and shoulder massages freely to both her and John over the past week. So, Ithy didn't think too much of it whenever Lynn rested her head on her shoulder or in her lap or something like that.

The purpose, Ithy had come to suddenly realize, was that now Lynn was snuggled firmly up against the length of her body, head resting on her shoulder, arm draped across her. Ithy didn't want to move, it felt good. Xenians had a high body temperature, and as a result, Ithy was now very warm and comfortable. As comfortable as she was, Ithy was also nervous. This was as close to any kind of romantic involvement as she had experienced after leaving Jaq. Debatably, she hadn't even been romantically involved with him for the last four or five months of their relationship. It made her more than a little intimidated and fearful.

But it also made her very excited.

Ithy had never entirely thought of herself as heterosexual. When she hit puberty, she found attractive traits in both men and women. It was just that she tended towards men and, well, for the past decade or so, there'd only been Jaq. But before Jaq, in that first year of college, there had been someone else, a woman...

It had been exciting and fun and fast. And passionate. But the girl she'd fooled around with, (and more than fooled around with, really), hadn't wanted anything serious. Just a fun little tryst that lasted a few weeks. Then came Jaq. She hadn't be averse to trying something with another woman. In fact, as she considered making a move on Lynn, she found herself very excited. More so than when she thought John had been checking her out, staring at her legs, her breasts...thinking of that only made her more excited.

So, with a feeling of hot, twitchy apprehension in her lower belly, Ithy made her move. She shifted and placed her arm around Lynn's shoulders. The little xenian leaned into Ithy's embrace and said nothing, but she did let out a contented little sigh. What did that mean? It was good, sure, but what did it mean? Did it just mean that Lynn was happy now that Ithy was being more touchy-feely too? Did it mean she wanted to do more? Make out? Have sex? Or was she still reading into nothing because her sex drive was only just now beginning to rear its head again? Too many questions, so Ithy simply sat there, waiting for the movie to finish.

Then Lynn did something else.

She reached over, after about five minutes, and placed a hand on Ithy's stomach. After a moment, she began to gently rub it. It was an oddly affectionate gesture. She liked it, but it also ratcheted up her tension another notch. Was this taking the next step towards a physical encounter...or was this just how Lynn was?

Why didn't Lynn just make a move if she was going to!? Why did this have to be so stressful and complicated?!

Ithy suddenly remembered one of the few benefits of being in a committed relationship, or any relationship for that matter: you didn't have to put up with shit like this...but it was exciting. The movie came to a close and Lynn settled even closer into her. For a long moment, neither of them said or did anything. They merely lay there.

And, finally, Ithy thought to herself: Fuck it.

“Lynn,” she said, quietly, cautiously.

“Yeah?” Was that a note a hope in her voice?

“I...want to kiss you,” she said, all at once, fast, before she could stop herself or think better of it, while her courage still held.

“So what's stopping you?” Lynn replied merrily.

And that was it.

Sweet vindication.

Lynn shifted, turning around so that she was facing Ithy, looking up at her, and Ithy brought her hand up, placed it on the back of Lynn's head and then leaned towards her. Their lips met. Lynn's lips were small, hot, and wet. She tasted like something sweet. Ithy could feel her heartbeat speeding up, her guts feeling like they were trying to burst from her stomach in pure excitement. With her other hand, she reached down and around, placing it on the small of Lynn's back and pulling her closer. Lynn had closed her eyes and now she deepened the kiss, opening up Ithy's mouth and darting her little tongue inside.

More excitement shot through Ithy and she returned the favor, twining their tongues together, tasting the sweet taste of her saliva. She could feel Lynn breathing hot and heavy against her, and then felt one of her little hands push up her big, loose-fitting t-shirt. She hadn't worn a bra today, hadn't really felt like going to the trouble ever since a few days ago actually, and now she was happy that she hadn't. Lynn cupped one of her breasts in her little hand. Everything about Lynn seemed little compared to Ithy's own body.

A jolt of hot pleasure shot through Ithy's body as Lynn let go of her right breast and encircled her gray nipple with the tip of one finger. She broke contact with Lynn's lips briefly, moaning, and Lynn smiled, her glowing eyes open now.

“You like that?” she whispered, her voice thick and husky.

Ithy bit her lower lip. “Mmm-hmm,” she murmured, nodding.

“Would you like me to suck on it?” Lynn asked, practically panting.

“I...yes,” Ithy replied. She moved to take off her t-shirt.

“If this is making you uncomfortable, we can stop,” Lynn said, though the expression on her face said that to stop would be a great tragedy in her book.

“No! No, it's fine,” Ithy replied. “I just...it's been awhile since I've done something like this. It's so exciting, I'm just...I'm a little off-balance. But I love this,” she said.

She took off her shirt, freeing her breasts, and Lynn did the same thing, freeing her own smaller, pale breasts, topped with cute pink nipples. Before she could inspect them further, Lynn leaned forward and ran her hands over her large, gray breasts.

“I love your breasts,” she said, grinning almost like a kid who'd been cut loose in a candy store. “They're so big and soft, like pillows.”

“They're okay,” Ithy replied. “They're big enough to have trouble finding bras, I can't exercise without all the guys drooling like idiots and they're not really as sensitive as your smaller ones. Nerves are more spread out with bigger breasts.”

“Ugh, you're ruining the moment...but yeah, I can understand those other problems, it's just...ugh, they're so hot!” she said, then, without a moment's hesitation, she laid down, leaned forward and pressed her lips against her right nipple.

Ithy let out a low moan as a pulse of electric pleasure sizzled through her. Lynn began sucking gently at first, pausing occasionally to break contact and outright lick the nipple. The pleasure kicked up another notch as she reached out and began playing with her other nipple. “Oh Lynn,” Ithy groaned, squirming and moaning.

After a little bit longer, Lynn looked up at her. “You know...” she said, her voice sounding all the more sexy and sultry. “I could do this same thing but lower.”

Ithy felt a hot flush shoot through her. “Oh...my...well, if you wouldn't mind...”

“No, not at all, lie back, take off your clothes,” Lynn replied. Ithy hesitated again, then began complying. “Have you ever been with a girl?” she asked.

“Yeah...once, a long time ago. During college. I met this girl and it was all very exciting. But she was only in it for the pleasure...” A look passed over Lynn's face, very briefly, and Ithy suddenly felt bad. “I mean...I don't want...it's okay if this is just...”

“Ithy,” Lynn said, smiling, running her hands over Ithy's thick, athletic thighs. “We'll talk about what this is and what this isn't after, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied, relaxing, taking off her shorts and leaning back, resting her head on the pillow. She opened up her legs, exposing herself Lynn, who had also taken her shorts off now. Both women were completely naked. Ithy watched as Lynn lowered her head, disappearing partially from view. Ithy felt a ripple of pleasure shiver through her as Lynn let out a puff of hot breath across her vagina. She was especially wet and horny right now. Had it really been that long? A cry of pleasure escaped her mouth as Lynn licked her clit.

“Shhhh...” she said, raising her head. Ithy looked down. “Sound carries...I'd like to keep this our little secret...for a little bit longer.”

“Okay, sorry,” she breathed.

“Don't be sorry, I'm not,” Lynn replied, then she lowered her head and began really eating her out. Lynn moaned and bit her lip, gripping the blankets, gently pushing her thighs up, riding Lynn's tongue. Lynn slipped a finger inside of her, pressing up, sending an explosion of pleasure through the core of her body, radiating outward. She moaned, grinding her teeth together, trying to keep from voicing her pleasure. And that made her think of John, think of him naked, atop her, driving into her with his human cock...

Ithy clapped both hands over her mouth to keep the scream from escaping her throat as a full-bodied orgasm slammed into her with all the force of a supernova. She felt her eyes tearing up from the pleasure, her hips twitching violently. She'd become incredibly wet and could feel what felt like buckets of hot liquids escaping her down there, spraying the bed as she came. Slowly, the orgasm died down, but it seemed to take ages. It was as though she were expelling the past year or so of stress out of her vagina in one hard fit of ecstasy.

When it finished, she opened her eyes and looked down at Lynn, who was sitting naked, leaning back, holding herself up on the heel of her palms, staring at her, smiling. She grinned even wider when she saw that Ithy was back in control of herself.

“You're crying,” she said.

“I know...I...oh my,” she replied, sniffing, then laughing. “Ho boy, that was...well, it's been awhile,” she said.

“I could tell.”

“Here,” Ithy said, sitting up. “Let me do you.”

“Oh, you don't have to...” Though the look on her face indicated otherwise.

“I want to, lay back,” Ithy replied.

“Okay,” she said happily, letting her hands slide out from beneath her and flopping back onto the bed. She opened her slim legs, propping herself up on her elbows, staring down the length of her own pale, technology-studded body at Ithy, grinning at her. It had been awhile since she had done this, Ithy reflected as she got down in between Lynn's legs and spread the thin lips of her vagina open, but, well, she supposed it wasn't something you forgot. She lowered her head and let her hot breath whisper across Lynn's exposed parts.

The little xenian shivered in response, no doubt feeling a similar anticipation building up in her. For a second, just a second, Ithy wondered what she was doing, how she had gone from being a sad, apathetic divorcée living in a single-bedroom apartment in a rainy colony to sexual escapades on a spaceship with a hot alien babe? Then she figured 'who cares?' She should be enjoying herself. And she ducked her head and found Lynn's clit with the tip of her tongue and began to work it. Immediately Lynn gasped and let out little, constrained moans of pleasure. Ithy continued this for about half a minute before switching to using her entire tongue. Lynn gasped and began humping her face, riding her tongue, groaning quietly.

Apparently, Lynn was having some sexual frustration herself, because Ithy only managed to slip a finger in and start working her g-spot for about ten seconds before she bit back a cry of bliss and her alien feminine juices sprayed Ithy's lower jaw, neck, and breasts. When she finished, Lynn sat up, took a deep breath and let it out.

“Thank you,” she said, with feeling. “Fuck, you have no idea how much of a satisfaction that was.”

“I have something of an idea,” Ithy replied.

Lynn nodded tiredly at that and, without a word, crawled forward and cuddled up against Ithy, who settled herself back against the pillow.

“So...I noticed, well, uh...” Ithy squirmed uncomfortably.

“What?” Lynn asked. “It's okay, you can say whatever you want. I'm in a pretty good mood right now.”

“Well, it just seems that you have...a lot of, um, experience.”

“With girls? Yeah.”

“Not just that. It's...uh, how do I say this?” Ithy whispered.

“Just say it. Come on,” Lynn said.

“I guess, what I mean to say is...I get the feeling I'm not the only person you've hired on and then seduced and done sexy things with.”

“Oh, no, not by a long shot. I've been at this for years,” Lynn replied.

“Oh.”

“That's not like, a problem is it?” Lynn asked.

“Oh! No! I just...didn't want to offend you, in case, you know, it was the first time you'd done this or something.”

Lynn was quiet for a moment. “You want to know why, I bet,” she replied.

“Well...I mean, if you're up for explaining it...”

“Let's take a shower and wash your bedding. I'll tell you the story.”

“Okay.”

Both women untangled their limbs from each other, gathered up the bedding and their clothes and threw them into Ithy's washer-dryer unit. Then Ithy turned on the shower to a comfortably hot temperature and both women stepped inside and began cleaning themselves.

“I grew up in a very conservative colony,” Lynn began while they worked. “They believed that sex was a thing that only happened inside of marriage and even then only to produce children. For some reason, to them, the idea of sex for sheer pleasure, fornication, was vile. This was in my head...well, pretty much from birth. It caused a lot of pain and confusion when I hit puberty. I wanted so badly to have sex, (I later found out that I have a bit of an overactive sex drive), and I felt so fucking guilty over it. I'd masturbate or something and then feel sick with worry for the next week. It was...well, miserable to say the least.

“Anyway, I, like most girls, I've come to learn, began to understand that there was this whole other world out there when I went to college. I began to let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, my parents were wrong. Then I met this cute guy and...well, long story short, he shattered my heart. I thought we were in love but he was really just looking for a fuck buddy and he didn't want to own up to it. We had sex, I started talking about a lifetime of love and he...freaked, obviously. He left me. I was devastated for close to a year, I sunk into depression. But something wonderful happened. In shattering my heart, he forced me to piece it back together, and in doing so, I discovered a very simple truth that helped me redefine my entire life.”

“And what was that?” Ithy asked.

Both women were lathering each other up with bars of soap now in the hot mist of the shower.

“That you can have sex with someone once or twice and never see them again...and it's no big deal. This sounds kind of obvious now but...it changed my entire worldview. Suddenly, I didn't feel guilty when I noticed how cute a boy was, I didn't hate myself when I went out on a date and took him back to my dorm room for a night of fun and passion. I mean, there was no fucking need to! I couldn't get pregnant, because I got on birth control, and there was no chance of sexually transmitted sicknesses, because we wiped those out. So what was the problem? There was none. I worked my way through about a dozen guys before finally finding a very handsome, very open-minded cyvit who was totally cool with being in an open relationship. We made love to each other regularly and spent lots of time together, actually moved in together, but we also slept with other people, had threesomes and foursomes, the occasionally orgy...

“It was wonderful.”

“Sounds...like fun, actually,” Ithy replied, captivated and fascinated by Lynn's story, unable to imagine herself in such a life.

“Well, anyway, after that sexual revelation, I promised myself never to let someone else compromise my own lifestyle again. And here I am.”

“That's...incredible,” Ithy said. Lynn snorted and shook her head. Her wet brunette hair clung to her face. “No, really. I...I spent a long time kind of locked into a relationship. I didn't resent my partner for that, I was happy, most of the time, with him, but...I don't know, I just wouldn't have the bravery to do that.”

“Why not? You're a smart, competent, capable, and damn sexy woman, Ithy. Like, seriously, your body is a piece of paradise. There's nothing stopping you from taking more control of your life, all aspects of it. Believe me, I know how you felt, I felt the same way once upon a time. It's scary. It can be really scary. But once you do it, once you get it going...your life is so much better. You're so much happier on a day-to-day basis. I'm not saying you've got to go throw yourself into an orgy every night but, well, maybe go on a date a couple times a month, take a guy home and let him show you a good time. Or a girl.”

Ithy laughed. “Maybe I will...all I know for sure is that I'd really like to continue this little thing we've started...”

At that, Ithy moved forward. Lynn had been facing away from her, so that she could get her back, and now Ithy wrapped her arms around her, groped her small, hot, wet breasts, began to play with her little pink nipples.

“Ooooohhh yes,” Lynn whispered. “Rub those huge, soapy tits across my back.”

Ithy smiled and began moving gently back and forth, doing just what she'd asked...and then something more. She reached down in between her legs, spread the lips of Lynn's pussy and began fingering it, first working her clit, then slipping a finger inside of her tight, wet opening. Lynn let out a low moan and began panting.

“Oh fuck, Ithy, oh wow. Oh yes!” she moaned.

Ithy reveled in the feeling of Lynn's hot, wet little body squirming against hers in raw pleasure, her moans of ecstasy. She kept going, working in fast little circles with her fingertip, until she felt another hot spray of sex juices. Lynn trembled against her, her legs giving out, and Ithy had to hold her up for a few seconds before she regained her balance. Lynn took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then she let out a short laugh.

“I am so on the same wavelength with you. We've got to keep this going, but...” she hesitated.

“But what?” Ithy asked.

Lynn reached out and deactivated the shower. The pair of them stepped out, grabbed towels, and began drying off.

“As you so obviously deduced, I've been doing this kind of thing for awhile. And, well, I've gotten used to having more than one playmate at the same time.”

“Oh, so, John...”

“Yep. Where do you sit with that?”

“I don't mind if you sleep with him.”

“Okay, and...”

“And what?”

“Do you want to sleep with him? And let me watch?...and join in, maybe...”

“Oh! Uh, well...yeah. I mean, I've gone this far, and he's really cute and I could've swore he was checking me out a few times...”

“Oh yeah, he's into you. He's into both of us. But he really wants to pound you doggystyle,” Lynn replied.

“That's...oddly specific.”

Lynn laughed. “Well, you know, I just get these notions. Plus, good lord, that fucking ass, Ithy. So, that's a yes then?”

“Yeah. Definitely. How will you handle it?”

They began taking out bedding from the drawers beneath the bed and remaking it. “I thought I'd seduce him. Then we can all have fun together. It'd help if, tomorrow, you played it cool. You know, so as not to tip him off to our little hook-up and maybe make him think that we've gone to bed with each other...and only each other.”

“Okay. It'll be difficult but, okay...will you sleep in here with me tonight?”

Lynn smiled. “Definitely.”

CHAPTER 04

John was having a difficult time concentrating.

It had been like this all day. Last night, he could have sworn he'd heard Ithy crying out in pleasure, and then, a little bit later, Lynn doing the same thing. Unfortunately, the sounds were so faint and far between that he wasn't sure whether something had really happened between those two beautiful women or if it was just his poor, sad, lonely mind conjuring up a fantasy. It seemed so unlikely...or did it?

Lynn was so damned flirtatious, and not just with him or Ithy, but the both of them equally. Was it too far to imagine that she had finally gone the distance? Talked Ithy into a sexual encounter? No, he was imagining things. And that was the problem. All last night and all of today he'd been imagining everything from those girls kissing and naked to them sixty-nining and maybe fucking with a strap-on. He wondered what Ithy looked like without any of her clothes (he'd seen pictures of naked quine and xenians online, who hadn't?).

But he wanted to enjoy that pleasure for himself, in person, in the flesh, so to speak. He tried to tell himself he was being ridiculous, he should get his mind out of the gutter, but it was difficult. In fact, he discovered as the hours wore on, it was impossible. He'd hunted for some kind of sign to confirm his suspicions. The girls were already up by the time he came out of his room. They were eating breakfast and he joined them. Although he couldn't actually see anything, he did sense a subtle kind of change between the two women.

Or was that just his imagination again?

He kept trying to find something, anything, out over the course of day, but at the end of it, when he showered and then laid down to go to sleep, he wasn't any closer to finding anything out. As he drifted off, he began dreaming of both women naked...

…

John came awake suddenly.

His blankets were shifting and he was deeply confused. It came to him that someone was getting into his bed with him.

“Wha...” he muttered.

“Hi,” someone said. A girl someone. Lynn. “I'm sorry, the heating went out in my bedroom. I'm really cold.”

“Um...oh...well...”

She was beneath the blankets now and she shifted, coming closer to him, and he became more awake and aware with each passing second. There was a girl in his bed. And, suddenly, she was pressed up against him. He felt a bare breast brush against his arm, felt her reach out, grab his wrist, bring it over to her hip, which was also bare. Unable to resist the urge to restrain himself, John let his hand continue along the smooth, hot curve of her ass.

“You don't feel cold,” he whispered. “And you might not be so cold if you had some clothes on.” He felt like he was babbling, saying whatever came to his mind, as he groped her ass.

Her voice hot, heavy, and sultry, Lynn said, “I can think of another way you could warm me up, you know...”

Now she was pressed firmly against him. He was lying on his side and he could feel her breasts touching his own bare chest. He'd only gone to sleep in his boxers after the shower. His heart was thundering in his chest and he suddenly became aware of the fact that he'd woken with a steel-hard erection from his dreams of the two women.

“Lynn,” he whispered, but she silenced him with a kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He groaned and continued groping her tight ass. She slipped a hand down into his boxers and gripped his cock, slowly jerking him off.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

Without waiting for a response, Lynn disappeared beneath the blankets. He felt her nimble hands taking off his boxers, then pushing his legs open. Before he fully comprehended what she was doing, the little xenian took his cock into her hot, wet mouth. He let out an involuntary groan as the pleasure shot through him. He pulled the blankets back, wanting to see her in the dim starlight of his quarters. Her head and brunette hair, pulled into a ponytail, were revealed. She had her eyes closed, bobbing her head rapidly as she sucked him off. Suddenly, she opened her eyes and stared up at him. He felt caught in those wide, glowing eyes.

Lynn took him out of her mouth.

“Are you ready?” she whispered.

“Yeah, I'm ready,” he replied, so horny that it was difficult think straight.

“Good. Lie back and let me take care of you,” she said softly.

He did lie back, resting his head on the pillow, and watched as she crawled nimbly atop him. She straddled him, resting briefly on her knees, her vagina just over his erect cock, and he could practically feel the heat radiating off of her. John reached out and gripped her slim hips and she lowered herself onto him, taking his full length into her tight, wet hole. He groaned at the unmitigated pleasure of entering a woman bareback. She was very tight and incredibly wet. She cried out as she began to bounce on him, sliding her perfect alien pussy up and down his rigid length. She leaned forward and planted her hands on his chest.

“Do you like it?” she gasped.

“Yes,” he moaned, looking down and watching as his cock disappeared inside of her again and again as she impaled herself on it. “Yes, fuck, Lynn it's so good,” he gasped.

“I've been wanting this since I first laid eyes on you,” she whispered, her voice coming out harsh, full of lust and sex.

“Really?”

“Yes. Why do you think I kept spending so much time with you? Kept touching you? Kept lying in bed with you...”

“I was too scared,” he replied between gasped breaths, finding it difficult to talk as she rode him, fucking his dick like a professional porn star. “I...you're so attractive and...smart...I just...ugh God, I'm gonna-”

He started letting off, almost without warning, inside of her. As if expecting this, Lynn reached down, found her clit and began stimulating herself so that, within a few seconds, she was coming as well. John hardly noticed this, lost in his own universe of mind-exploding pleasure as he orgasmed deep inside of her, filling her up, blowing off possibly his biggest load in a month, in a year. The sex with Alice had been good...but never this good! He was gripping her hips, digging his fingernails in, staring up at her pale breasts, forcing his cock up deeper into her, thrusting in sync with his orgasm. He could feel hot female juices coming out of her.

When they were both finished, she got off of him, taking him out of her, and laid down next to him. Both of them were hot and sweaty, breathing heavily.

“What brought that on?” he asked, finally.

“Well, it's a long story...” Lynn replied.

He listened as she told him the tale of how and where she grew up, her exploration in college, her sexual repression and liberation, and, finally, how and why she ended up in this gig. At the end, she finished off by saying, “I've done this same thing with Ithy.”

“I knew I wasn't hearing things!” John said at once.

Lynn grinned. “So you did hear us...well, sorry to leave you hanging. Anyway, that's about the size of it. We've got about three weeks left on our little journey. What's say, starting tomorrow, you, me and Ithy get together and start cutting loose and having some real fun?” she asked.

“I love the sound of that,” John replied.

Lynn smiled and patted his chest. “I thought you would. Do you mind letting me sleep in here tonight? Sex makes me sleepy and I don't want to get up.”

“No, not at all,” John replied.

He pulled the blanket over them and, when Lynn rolled away from him and pressed her back into his chest, he put an arm around her and held her close. For the first time in quite awhile, he felt truly content, and fell asleep.

…

John woke up twice more that night, and made love to Lynn both times.

In the morning, they both got up, sticky with sweat and the juices from lovemaking, and tossed everything into the washer-dryer unit, then got into the shower together.

“So, you planned all this...is that why the showers and the beds are so big?” John asked.

“Yep,” Lynn replied, grinning impishly. “That's exactly why. I thought it would be a prudent investment.”

“Huh. Yeah, I guess so.” They showered for a few minutes more, washing each other, before he spoke up again. “Do you ever get, like, attached to anyone?” he asked.

“It's happened a few times. I try to be selective when I pick my crew. It's difficult to tell without actually meeting them, obviously, but I've gotten good at determining who will be open to sleeping with me without falling in love. While I'm not entirely into the act of divorcing emotions from sex, I do want to remain free ultimately, and that's more difficult to do when you're in any kind of real committed relationship.”

“What about repeat performances? Have you ever asked anyone to stay on for more than a single trip?”

“It's been known to happen,” Lynn replied. “Now, how about we finish up here, go get Ithy for breakfast, and talk about what we want to do?”

“I like that plan,” John replied.

They finished up their shower, dried, and dressed. John found it difficult to concentrate. He'd gone from being dumped and depressed to suddenly being able to have sex with two beautiful alien women. There was an extra layer of excitement to it, though. Growing up, he'd always found alien women attractive, particularly the xenians. He hadn't ever really shared this lust, however, because the majority of the human population seemed to frown deeply on what was referred to as 'inter-species romantic engagement'.

He'd never been able to figure out why this was so. The closest he'd been able to come to figuring it out was that humans just didn't like different things. They could make nice with the aliens, live with the aliens, work with the aliens...but it took a special kind of person to make love to an alien, apparently. And John supposed he was that kind of person. He'd been noticing how beautiful quine, cyvit, and xenian women were since he hit puberty.

They left John's room and found Ithy in the kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee.

“Hey!” she said brightly, grinning at them both. “Judging by some of the sounds I heard last night, I can tell that Lynn has brought you into our...inner circle.”

“Yep,” John replied merrily.

“Excellent...so, do you wanna fuck?” Ithy asked.

“Like, right now?” John replied. He glanced at Lynn, who just shrugged at him.

“Right now,” Ithy replied standing up. “Unlike you two, I didn't have anyone to fuck me last night, so I'm still horny. I'm especially horny in the mornings.”

Ithy came around the table and extended her hand to John, who reached out and took it. Her skin was warm and very slightly moist. There was a bit of webbing between her fingers. He grinned and laced their fingers together.

“You sure you want to fuck me?” she asked as she led them back towards her room.

“Is there some reason I shouldn't?” he replied.

“Well, traditionally, humans and quine haven't mixed. Or humans and any other race, for that matter...”

“I personally think you are extremely attractive, and consider myself very lucky for the chance to make love to you,” John replied.

“Well...thank you. It does a recently broken heart good to hear something like that.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” John replied.

The three of them entered Ithy's room. Lynn took a seat at Ithy's desk with John and Ithy began stripping down.

“You're content to watch?” Ithy asked.

“For now,” Lynn replied, smirking.

John finished stripping in record time, but Ithy seemed to be taking her own sweet time. He watched her as she shed her t-shirt, then nimbly reached behind her to unhook her bra. She seemed to realize that she was being watched, not only by John but also by Lynn, and smirked, then slowly began to lower bra, revealing her chest inch by inch until, right before she bared it all, she clapped one arm over her breasts, then grinned at their reaction. Again moving slowly, she revealed her large, gray breasts to them.

Then she turned around and began to slowly pull her pants down over her thick, round ass. John realized she wasn't wearing any panties. He stared at her broad, smooth gray ass as she revealed it bit by bit. Finally, she stopped teasing them, finished getting nude and turned around. She held her arms wide open and said, “well, this is me.”

“You're very beautiful,” John replied.

She smiled and let her arms drop. “Thanks,” she said, a little bashfully. “You're pretty cute yourself,” she added. “Come on, let's get in bed.”

With that, she turned and climbed onto her bed. John joined her. He pressed himself up against her side and pushed his lips against hers. She responded immediately, reaching around and grabbing his back, bringing him closer to her, slipping her tongue in. He began groping one of her breasts, massaging it gently. She reached down and began to do the same thing with his cock, rubbing her moist thumb over the head of his dick repeatedly. He groaned, getting harder by the second, and decided it was time to give her some more pleasure.

He reached down in between her thick thighs and ran a fingertip between the wet lips of her vagina. A small gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth and she opened her legs to him. He began kissing her again, finding her clit and massaging it, gently at first, then harder and faster. She let out a long, loud moan as he did this.

“I think she likes it,” Lynn said.

“Yes, oh fuck, oh yes,” Ithy moaned.

She lost the ability to concentrate and let go of his dick, now in her own world of pleasure. John didn't mind. He lowered his head and began to lick one of her nipples. She let out a louder moan, then cried out as he stopped rubbing her clit and began fingering her g-spot.

“Oh yes, right there! Right there!” she cried.

He felt the muscles inside of her twitch and spasm for a few seconds, then hot juices sprayed his hand and wrist. She continued writhing around until the orgasm petered out, then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “It's been awhile since a man has touched me like that.”

“Wow...that’s pretty brutally honest,” John replied.

“Yes. I'm sorry, it's just...Jaq wasn't very, uh, conscious of my sexual needs during the last year of the relationship. He became a bit of a selfish lover. But, now, the good news is that I actually want to repay you the kindness you just gave me,” she said. “Lie back.”

John complied, lying back, opening his legs for her. She crouched down between his legs and ran her tongue up the length of his cock, then brought it into her mouth in one smooth motion. He groaned as she began to bob her head.

“Oh wow, Ithy,” he gasped. “Oh, that's good.”

She gripped his cock with her right hand, made a fist and began jerking him off while simultaneously sucking him off. He groaned, finding it somehow even better than it had been last night with Lynn, and suddenly he was on the verge of coming in her mouth.

“Ithy, you gotta stop,” he moaned. “I'm gonna...you have to stop!” he moaned.

But she wouldn't stop. She kept going and he couldn't hold on anymore. He began coming into her mouth and she kept sucking powerfully. He could feel the tight seal of her lips on his dick as she sucked him dry. He groaned as she made a ring with her thumb and finger and ran it gently up and down his dick, as though trying to get every last drop out of him. The pleasure made him feel on fire, as though every nerve ending was alight with raw ecstasy. His cock was twitching madly, pulsing as he emptied his seed into Ithy.

When he finally finished, she let go of his cock and slowly slid her lips along its length until it was out of her mouth. Then she licked the tip, sending a ripple of pleasure shivering through him. He groaned and looked down at her.

“So that's what human seed tastes like,” she said, standing up.

“That was...oh man...that was insanely good,” he said.

“Like I said, I wanted to repay you the pleasure,” she said.

“You did, probably better than I did,” John replied.

She laughed, patted his thigh and stood up. He stared at her huge, gray ass while she walked to the bathroom and washed her mouth out.

“It's salty, isn't it?” Lynn asked.

“Uh-huh,” Ithy replied, stepping back out. “Not bad.”

“No, not particularly. Although I've heard human women hate the taste.”

“They do,” John confirmed.

“Lucky for you to have us around,” Ithy said, climbing back into bed with him. “Now, how about we get to it.”

“I think I'll need a few minutes to get hard again,” John replied, chuckling a little.

“You know...” Ithy glanced over across the room. “Lynn could help me with that particular problem.”

“I sure could,” Lynn said, getting up and crossing the room. She climbed onto the bed as Ithy shifted back into the blowjob position.

Lynn joined her, and John watched in amazement as both women began licking his cock simultaneously. Already, he was getting hard. Occasionally, they would stop to share a passionate kiss, which only helped to kickstart his erection. Then Ithy took his cock into her mouth and began sucking it. She continued for about ten seconds before passing it off to Lynn, who mimicked the action, sucking him off, rapidly bobbing her head.

“Well, I think he's good and hard now,” Lynn said, after taking it out of her mouth.

“Thanks for the help,” Ithy said. Lynn left the bed and returned to her post, sitting down in the computer chair to watch them. Ithy made John move to the side, then laid down on her back and spread her legs wide for him.

“I'm all yours,” she said.

John eagerly got in between her long, athletic legs, positioning himself perfectly. He slid forward until his cock was right at the wet opening of her pussy. He parted the lips with the head of his dick, rubbing it up and down, and she moaned quietly.

“Come on,” she breathed, her voice hardly above a whisper, “don't tease.”

“Fair enough,” John replied.

He slid into her. Ithy let out a loud moan as he did. John let out a groan himself as he felt her pussy opening for him, accepting his length, tight and hot and wet. He began thrusting into, placing his hands on her thick thighs, pushing her legs open even further.

“This is so fucking hot,” he heard Lynn say, lust obvious in her voice.

John watched his dick disappear into Ithy's tight opening repeatedly, then let his gaze slide up further, to her large breasts bouncing in rhythm with his thrusts. Hot, electric sexual bliss sizzled up and down his being as he buried his cock inside of Ithy's wet, mature alien pussy over and over again. She was gripping the blankets as he fucked her. She pressed her own hips against his, trying to match the rhythm of his own thrusts, forcing him even deeper inside of her. John shifted himself, so that he was balanced more on his knees, upright, and reached down in between them. He found her clit and began to rub it vigorously with his thumb.

“Oh fuck John!” Ithy screamed suddenly.

Suddenly she was coming, orgasming all over his inner thighs and stomach, her juices coming out in a spray around his cock. His own pleasure ratcheted up another notch as the heat and wetness inside of her intensified, and he reached forward, gripped her breasts and started fucking her faster and harder. Her cries of pleasure became louder and then suddenly he was letting off, coming deep inside of her, filling Ithy's pussy up with his seed. He gripped her breasts until he finished, then, as he came back to reality, he pulled out of her.

“How was that?” he asked.

“That was really nice,” she replied, breathing heavily. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” John replied, leaning against a nearby wall.

Ithy smirked and sat up. “Why's that?”

“Well, look at you. You're an attractive, mature, accomplished woman.” He glanced over at Lynn. “You both are. And me? I'm not much more than a kid. I've never been really good with women, I know I'm not overly attractive. And I can't be that good at sex.”

“Why do you say that?” Lynn asked.

“Well, if I was either good at sex or more attractive, I think I'd obviously have a better track record with women.”

“Maybe human women are just dumb,” Ithy said, “but you're pretty fantastic at sex. And I think you're cute.”

“You definitely are,” Lynn added.

“I don't know what you apparently lack in your society that should make you desirable but...I have an idea that it might simply be in your head,” Ithy said.

“What do you mean?” John asked.

“Confidence. I mean, okay, you think I'm very attractive and in control of my life, right?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Well, I know what it's like to feel ugly and like a failure. Like no one in the whole world would want to be with me. You and Lynn have obviously proved me wrong. I'm beginning to realize that...I am desirable, at least to some people. It's just a state of mind, I think. That edge between confident and arrogant...well, all I know for sure is that what we're doing here is helping. I think a lot of people have underestimated the power of some fun and friendly sex,” Ithy said.

“I agree one hundred percent,” Lynn replied. “That's part of the reason I do this. Besides the obvious self-gratification I get from sex, I think it can actually do wonders to someone's confidence and mental health for a relative stranger to offer to have some fun, commitment-free sex with them. At least, it has for most of the people I've been with.”

“Well, it's something to think about, I guess,” John replied. He stood up suddenly. “But for now, I think I need a shower.”

“Me too,” Ithy said. “And I think this bedding needs a wash.”

“I'll join you,” Lynn said.

John helped Ithy gather up the blankets and sheets and toss them into the washer-dryer unit, then three of them stepped into the shower and turned it on. For the first few moments, there was relative silence as the three of them washed themselves off. Somehow, they managed to actually shower, clean up, and dry off without it breaking down into sex in the shower. When they were finished drying off, all three of them, still nude, walked back into the bedroom. John took a seat in the chair while Ithy and Lynn flopped down onto the bed.

“So, now I'm all horned up,” Lynn said. “I was thinking...actually, while me and Ithy get started, John, would you run to my bedroom? In the middle drawer beneath my bed, there's a strap-on rig. Would you bring it?”

“Yeah, sure,” John replied.

He stood up and hurried out of the room, eager to get back, as not to miss anything, as Lynn quickly began making out with and feeling up Ithy. He stepped out, hurried down the hall and went into Lynn's room. It took him only a moment to find the strap-on she'd mentioned. It was about six inches long and ended in a few padded plastic loops and straps that likely would make it easy and comfortable for Lynn to slip on. He grabbed it and hurried back to the room. Already, he could hear both women moaning in pleasure.

As he stepped back inside, he found both women on their backs, scissoring each other, their legs open, pussies pushed together. Both Lynn and Ithy were groaning and gasping in pleasure as they rubbed their crotches together. For the moment, John hung back and watched. He was captivated by the two female forms, one milky white, one ashy gray, one petite, one larger, taller, and more built. He loved the way their thighs looked as they worked to pleasure each other, pleasure themselves. The way their faces twisted in concentration and sexual joy. The way their breasts bounced and swayed and jiggled with the motion of their bodies.

After several minutes of this, Lynn suddenly opened her eyes, as if abruptly realizing that John had rejoined them.

“Oh! You're back! Excellent,” she said. “Let's kick it up a notch, Ithy,” she said.

“Okay,” Ithy replied.

They stopped scissoring and John brought Lynn the strap-on. As she began to get into it, she explained it. “This isn't an ordinary strap-on,” she said. “It's very specially designed, very expensive...and very fucking awesome.”

“What does it do?” Ithy asked.

“Essentially, it hooks up to my nervous system, I'm entirely sure how, but the end result is...when I fuck you with this dildo, I can actually feel it,” she said. “Isn't that awesome?!”

“Wow, that actually is pretty awesome,” Ithy replied.

“Oh, you have no idea. I'll let you use it sometime, but for now...I really want to fuck you with it. From the way John reacted to your pussy, I think it will be a particularly pleasant fuck,” Lynn said, finishing with the device.

Ithy laid on her back and opened her legs obligingly. “I'm ready for another round.”

Lynn smiled broadly as she got into position. John prepared himself to watch. He'd seen a lot of porn with stuff like this happening in it, but he'd never been in a relationship with a woman who was cool with doing things with other women. Or, if they were, the relationship had apparently never gotten that far.

He watched as Lynn laid down on top of Ithy and slid the fake cock into her. Both women moaned as they began making love. From the sound of Lynn's voice, it seemed as if she was experiencing genuine pleasure. John marveled at the wonder of technology. He'd never even heard of something like this. Somehow, it made the whole viewing experience even hotter. It was probably the fact that both women were being actually pleasured, and not just one. He felt himself growing hard again, and was surprised at this fact, given that he had blown his load three times yesterday and twice in the past hour.

Lynn continued fucking Ithy for another few moments, periodically sucking on her nipples, since, due to their height difference, that's about where Lynn's face rested when she was atop the tall quine. Then they switched it up. Lynn pulled out and Ithy flipped over, getting onto her hands and knees, presenting her big gray ass to Lynn, who promptly stuck the fake cock back inside of her hot, dripping wet pussy and kept pounding. Ithy cried out, burying her face on the pillow, screaming her pleasure into it.

Lynn kept fucking her from behind, until she turned and looked at John. He saw her eyes flick down, likely to his now fully erect cock, and she grinned.

“Hey Ithy,” she said, turning briefly back to her. “How'd you like to be DPed?”

“What does that mean?” Ithy replied, gasping for breath.

“I fuck your pussy and John fucks your ass, at the same time,” she said. “DP. Double-penetration,” she explained.

“Oh...that sounds great,” she said. “I've never had that done before, but I've always kind of wanted something like that.”

“Well get over here, John. There's a bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer. Get it and lube up,” Lynn said, pulling out of Ithy.

“There is?” Ithy asked as John stood.

“Oh, yeah. I make sure to put lube in every bedroom. There's another one in the bathroom counter drawer and a third in the shower,” Lynn replied.

John found and retrieved the lube, then applied it to his cock. He set the bottle on the nightstand and wiped his hands on the blanket they'd laid down on the bed. “Ready,” he said, climbing into bed with both women.

Lynn had Ithy rearrange herself, lying down on her side and bringing one leg up.

“Are you ready to have both holes fucked?” Lynn asked. She was lying on her side, in front of Ithy, facing her. John had laid down on his side, up against her backside.

“As much as I'm ever going to be. I'm so fucking horny right now,” Ithy replied.

“Let's get to it then,” Lynn said

John was excited. He'd never had the chance to fuck a woman in the ass before. After a bit of positioning, soon, Lynn was fucking Ithy's pussy and he had slid into the incredibly tight, hot hole that was Ithy's ass. It definitely felt different than her pussy. Better, tighter, a different texture that seemed to grip his cock more firmly.

Ithy began to really let loose, screaming as she was fucked twice as much, both holes being stretched open and stimulated. John reached over and around her body, finding one of her breasts and squeezing it briefly, then playing with her nipple. He could hear Lynn moaning loudly too from her own pleasure given to her by her expensive toy. He knew he wasn't going to be able to last for very long. This was his first time fucking a woman in the ass and it felt way, way too good. He could feel Ithy writhing and twitching and bucking against both of them. He wondered if she was going to have some kind of attack from the absolute overload of pleasure. He knew he was on the verge of something like that.

He began to orgasm for a third time, shooting his load into her hot, alien ass. His dick pulsed, a low, deep throb of raw bliss that hit him hard with a shot of pure pleasure in his middle and radiated out through his entire body. He groaned, leaning his face against her back, squeezing one of her breasts, rigid and immobile as he let his orgasm run its course. When it was over, he pulled out and rolled over onto his back, groaning.

“You okay back there?” Lynn asked, breathless.

“Yeah...I...oh man,” John replied, equally breathless, panting.

“I think I died,” Ithy replied, then laughed weakly. “That was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life,” she said.

For a long moment, nobody spoke, the three of them laying there, basking in the post-coital glow of particularly good sex.

Finally, Lynn spoke up. “Okay, how about we have another shower, then eat breakfast and lay around in bed watching cartoons for the rest of the day?”

“That sounds like the best thing ever,” John replied.

“Seconded,” Ithy said.

After another ten minutes, the trio slowly picked themselves up off the bed and headed once more for the shower.

EPILOGUE

“So...are you sure about this?” Lynn asked.

They were lounging in her bedroom, naked, sprawled on her huge bed at the end of a day that had been filled with food, sex, showers, and cartoons.

“Yeah...are you?” John replied, lifting his head briefly to look at her.

“Oh, yeah! I am. I don't want to give the impression that I'm reluctant or anything,” she said quickly. “It's just that normally one month is enough, people get lonely out here in space, want to get back to their lives, their friends, their family...you know how it is.”

“I definitely want to stay out here, I don't think I'm quite ready to go back to the world just yet,” Ithy said. She stretched and yawned. “I almost feel like I've been catching up on the vacation I always wanted but never really had. I mean, I was under so much pressure for so long...not just from my relationship but first from going to med school, then finding a job, then keeping that job, trying to find time for a home life, friends, hobbies...I've honestly forgotten what it was like to just be able to fucking relax for awhile.”

“I don't really have any friends or family to go back to, if I'm being completely honest,” John said. “And while I didn't go to med school, my own schooling wasn't exactly a breeze. Being an up-and-comer technician in a corporate world has its share of stress and long days and insane hours. I can honestly say I'm the happiest I've ever been in my entire life right now. So yeah, I'm a hundred percent positive that I want to say.”

“Well, okay then,” Lynn said.

For a moment, none of them spoke. John let his mind drift back over the past three weeks. He'd had more sex in those three weeks than he had in his entire life combined and tripled. Well, maybe that wasn't true, but it sure as hell felt like it. It seemed like he had fucked either Ithy, or Lynn, or both of them, (usually both), at least twice a day for the past twenty days. He honestly thought he would get tired of sex at some point, but apparently not. There were times where he was too worn out, (he was sore in a lot of different places), but Lynn and Ithy never failed to arouse him. They'd done it in pretty much every room on the ship.

And now that they had finished their official duties in the scanning of the new system, they were heading back to the civilized galaxy, preparing to refuel and take on a shipment of food, drinks, and other supplies. When Lynn had proposed that they sign on for another job with her, both Ithy and John had immediately leaped had the chance.

And they'd also had a threesome to celebrate.

As John laid there, he began thinking about the power of sexual healing, about what Lynn had said about how good it did someone when a relative stranger offered simple, carefree sex. Or what Ithy had said about the need for a vacation from the world from time to time, a period of time to relax and recharge. He thought about how simple plain, casual sex really was, about how far it could go towards helping someone.

As he laid there in between the two beautiful, naked alien women, he mostly thought about what his life would be like for the next month.

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ABOUT ME

Hello, I’m the author! There isn’t too much to me personally. I live somewhere in the United States and I like to write stories about people having sex and people having adventures!

So what makes me special? What sets me apart from most of the other thousands of erotica authors out there?

Well, a few things that I can think of.

I write about younger, often more innocent twenty-something guys. I’m honestly sick of all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys and firefighters. Most of all, I’m fucking sick and tired of all these BS ‘Alpha Male’ types. I don’t really want to bring down anyone who is writing or reading that, but I thought it was high time we started hearing about guys who are more realistic and down-to-earth.

Another big focus of mine is human guy on inhuman lady sex. There are certainly tons of stories about hot chicks getting laid by werewolves and dinosaurs and even Bigfoot! But there’s not enough out there, in my opinion, about regular guys fucking hot alien or monster or otherwise inhuman ladies. I love writing about human guys getting laid by mermaids and dryads and sexy aliens and genetically engineered female super soldiers and robots.

Finally, I like emphasizing sexual encounters, casual and longer engagements, that focus on consent, communication, trust, and respect. I like both parties involved getting what they want out of the sex. (Or I should say all parties, given how many people are fucking at once!)

If you want access to extra content, to get news about my progress on upcoming stories, or pictures of hot naked monster girls, then here’s some places you can check out.

This is my WEBSITE, (www.mistyvixen.com). Here, you can find free short stories related to my works or stand on their own, a monthly newsletter, alternate versions of my cover art where the ladies are naked, and more!

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