Book 1: 3rd World Products, Inc. Page 12

  I kissed my way up her belly and breasts and then to her lips, which opened hungrily as her arms enfolded me. I found the dampness I'd created between her legs and let myself slowly slide into her until she gasped and arched slightly.

  "Wait!” she breathed. “Wait! Go back and forth a little right there."

  I kissed her cheek and whispered, “By your command, miLady."

  I slowly posted in short strokes as Ellen maneuvered herself slightly. She suddenly took in a great breath, held it as she moved herself against me, and just as suddenly let the breath out as she came hard.

  Her arms wrapped around me and her legs rose to pull me into her in an almost violent shove. I was suddenly as deep within her as it was possible to go and I was locked in an embrace that almost hurt.

  When all of me had slid into her Ellen froze for several moments with her head thrown back against the pillows, her mouth open and her breath a series of ragged gasps. I decided to let her decide when I should start moving and did no more than kiss her face and lips and stay as deeply embedded in her as possible.

  After a few moments Ellen shuddered and relaxed somewhat and let her breath escape in a rush. Her hands fluttered on my back and she bucked slightly to tell me it was time to start moving. I began using long, slow strokes.

  "Mmmm, this is nice,” she whispered. “I think I'm going to like being your roomie, Ed. This is a lot better than I thought it would be."

  I stopped in mid-stroke. “What did you think it would be like? Jump on and jump off? A dozen strokes and a squirt?"

  Ellen giggled, which added some interesting sensations at our connection.

  "No,” she said. “I only meant that I didn't think it would be quite this good."

  I resumed stroking and said, “Well, gee, lady. I'm all confused and distracted now. I don't know if I can go on."

  She giggled again and the giggle turned into a laugh.

  "You're doing fine. See if you can keep doing fine for a little while."

  I shoved myself deep into her and said, “Oh, I'll try, ma'am. I'll surely try."

  Her eyes closed as she said, “Mmmmm. You do that. And every now and then do what you just did. Not every stroke. Let it be a surprise in there."

  "Yes'm. A surprise now and then. Got it."

  Ellen giggled again and pulled me down for a kiss.

  "You're such a cooperative man. I like that."

  I backed myself out until her expression told me I'd found that halfway spot again and used quick little strokes to tickle it. Ellen closed her eyes and seemed to concentrate herself for a few moments, then she came again as before, with a rush of breath and several small groanings. When I could free myself enough to move again, I drove deep and stroked hard for a few moments.

  Ellen's eyes seemed a bit glassy as she looked up at me and whispered, “Nice. Very nice. It's time for you to come, now, Ed. I've earned it from you. It's mine. Don't tell me when it's time. I want to feel it happen inside me."

  I began riding her in earnest to reach my own climax for her. It wasn't long before the warning tingle began in my heels and raced up the backs of my legs. My dick swelled and stiffened just that little bit more in preparation and I saw her realization of my impending climax in her face.

  Without a word, Ellen's legs locked around mine and her arms gripped me as she pulled me into a deep kiss. I managed only a couple of strokes more before I felt the gushing travel up my spasming shaft. Ellen felt it, too, and moaned sobbingly as I squirted myself deep inside her.

  She came hard, locking herself to me again so that I couldn't possibly be anywhere but deep within her as I bucked and gushed.

  I heard her frantic, whispering laugh that became louder as she peppered my face with small kisses. Sprinkled among the kisses she whispered, “Mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine! Every drop of you is mine!"

  I was grinning down at her enthusiasm as I thrust and spewed the last of my charge into her. She stopped kissing me and looked up very seriously.

  "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

  I laughed and said, “Oh, no, ma'am. No. Not at all."

  Ellen's eyes narrowed slightly as she peered into mine.

  "Yes you do. But I'm not. I just like the feeling so much. It means something to me, that's all."

  "Yes, ma'am. And I'm just glad to be doing my part, ma'am. Very, very glad. I'll squirt in you any time you want, ma'am. I promise."

  "Now you're making fun of me."

  "Only your defensiveness, Ellen. When we're like this I'll be doing my best to bring you pleasure. I want you to be as happy as possible. Your pleasure is what gives me mine, so if having me come inside you kicks you over the edge, that's just fine with me. That's better than fine. It's a dream come true. Most women are after their own orgasms without much regard to whether the man comes or not."

  She searched my face for something, then nodded slightly and smiled. I kissed her deeply and managed to find one more spasming squirt to give her.

  "Ooohhh,” she whispered. “Got any more?"

  "I don't think so. You pretty well drained it dry. I think you really got it all."

  She grinned at me. “You aren't just saying that so you can get off, are you?"

  "Never. No. I like it here. I don't wanna get off."

  "You do seem happy."

  "Oh, I am. Trust me. I'm truly very happy, ma'am."

  I kissed her face and lips in a spate of feathery, quick kisses.

  "I think I believe you,” she said. “Why isn't it going down yet?"

  "Enthusiasm. It's inside the most beautiful woman on Earth, you know."

  "Thank you, but didn't it just orgasm into that same woman?"

  "What's your point, ma'am? You want me to pull it out of you?"

  "No. I didn't say that. Don't pull it out. Just tell me why it hasn't shrunk yet."

  "Hell, I don't know. Sometimes it goes soft after it squirts and sometimes it doesn't. You'll have to ask a doctor about that."

  Ellen seemed to give that some thought, then said, “Then let's do something with it. Find that spot again and let's use it while it's still up."

  I backed it out slowly until she hurriedly said, “There! Right there. That's it."

  I cooperated fully, making the head of my dick rub her special spot until she gathered herself and clenched again in a series of small orgasms.

  "OoooOOoooo..."

  I kissed her lightly and said, “Thank you, miLady."

  "Huh?” She sounded distracted.

  "I said, 'thank you'. It's pleasure to help you reach yours."

  "Ohhh ... Okay ... Ohhh, these are nice ... They sort of wash over me in waves..."

  "If I keep doing this, will they keep washing?"

  "Nooo...” She sounded disappointed. “They're already fading away..."

  Just as well. So was I. My dick had decided it was time to rest. I eased myself out of Ellen and off her and stretched out beside her.

  "Sorry, ma'am. Nothing lasts forever, I guess."

  I leaned to kiss her shoulder. She scooted over and put a finger to her lips.

  "Here, too."

  I kissed her lips.

  "Longer. Harder."

  I kissed her firmly and deeply and let the kiss linger. When I raised my head, she nodded and said, “Yes. Like that. Again, please."

  "As often as you like, miLady. Let me be your indulgence."

  "Oh, I like that. 'Let me be your indulgence'. What's it from?"

  I laughed. “It's from me. I don't quote very often, Ellen."

  "Because you won't, or because you can't?"

  "Just don't."

  "Quote me something. I want you to."

  "She is wondrously like the immortal goddesses to look upon.” I kissed her again and added, “Is that good enough?"

  "It's certainly obscure enough. Give me a minute ... Got it. Homer. The Iliad. The woman is Helen of Troy."

  "Right the very first time. I think I'm impressed, ma'am."

  She
grinned up at me. “Good. Stay that way."

  Bear was curled up on his chair, watching us. When I looked his direction and said, “Hi, Bear,” he replied in his usual “Yahh."

  Ellen sat up and looked at Bear, then at my watch on the nighttable.

  "I forgot he was here. We'd better start getting ready. We only have an hour."

  Only an hour? How long did we need to get ready for the meeting?

  "Only an hour?” I asked.

  Ellen smiled and said, “Time enough for a long, hot shower."

  "Ah. You're expanding my therapy, then."

  "Mine, too,” she said with a laugh. “Mine, too. I've been stuck on this particular deck of this ship for almost three months, Ed. Going to meet you at the bar gave me a chance to remember how big it really is."

  I let my surprise show as I asked, “Three months? I didn't think it took that long to get here."

  Ellen smiled. “It doesn't. I was part of the group that built all but the core. Those of us who were coming here moved aboard about a month before we left so we could get used to it and run system checks. There are always a few people who don't adapt well to living and working in closed environments. We found out who most of them were when they tried living aboard the ship."

  "I'd have thought just about anybody could handle a few months aboard a ship this size, Ellen."

  "And you'd be right,” she said. “But if the deal hadn't gone through, they'd have also been on board as long as it took negotiations to fail and another month during the return trip. Potentially six months if things didn't go well and as much as twice that altogether if they did go well."

  It occurred to me that there was no way one Mr. Kiyoshi could have trained so many people. Ellen had to be part of a core group that was thought to need such training or she simply had a personal fascination for it.

  "Tell me about Mr. Kiyoshi,” I said. “How did you find him? Is he glad to be back on Earth?"

  Ellen shook her head. “Mr. Kiyoshi died almost twenty years ago. I never met him. One of our first observation groups found him on a raft in the Pacific Ocean in 1951. He had been the last of his military unit on a tiny island and he had decided to try to get back to civilization. He was nearly dead when they found him. When he was better, they offered to take him home, but he refused. He had come to believe that he'd dishonored himself by not remaining on the island."

  I was trailing my fingers over her and had found a momentary fascination with the light fuzz near her ear. My fingers were making tiny circles there.

  Ellen turned her face to me and asked, “Are you even listening to me?"

  I kissed her. “Sure am. He didn't want to go home."

  "Okay, then. He insisted on having a useful role aboard ship and wound up teaching Karate. He'd planned on opening a school after the war, so he did. On Amara. My Mr. Kiyoshi is a computer program that controls a robot instructor."

  I grinned and said, “Kewl. Can I meet him sometime?"

  Ellen grinned back. “Of course. Maybe he can put a bruise on you."

  "Uh, huh. I knew it. You're gonna remind me of that bruise for a long time to come, aren't you?"

  "Only when it suits me. Only when I want something. Are you ready to run your soapy hands all over my body?"

  I licked her breast and planted a smiling kiss on her nipple.

  "Only since the very first moment I saw you, ma'am. I haven't been able to think of anything else."

  Ellen laughed and kissed me, then rolled out of the bed and got to her feet. She stood facing me with her hands on her hips, feet apart, and nodded in the direction of the bathroom. She was a magnificent sight.

  "Well?” she asked. “You can lie there and stare at me or we can get wet."

  "Wet,” I said, quickly pushing myself off the bed. “Gotta get you wet."

  Chapter Eleven

  Neither of us asked the other how we felt about arriving at the meeting obviously together. We just spiffed up a bit and went to Linda's office smelling of the same soap. Linda cocked an eyebrow, but said nothing about it. If Gary had any thoughts on the matter, he hid them very well. He didn't seem perturbed in the least at his sister's choice in men.

  The wall of Linda's office became a display screen she controlled with a pad. After Linda's presentation of a general overview of various religious, political, and other groups and individuals who could be expected to react poorly—possibly violently—to the Amarans or to the factory project, we got down to specifics.

  Linda said, “This project jeopardizes no existing or planned business or any secular governing body on Earth. It is the opinion of most that the single greatest threat to the project and to project personnel will likely come from religious elements and those who already promote hatred based on racial and ethnic differences. In short, all the usual suspects and their groups."

  Gary asked, “They stand to gain as much from all this as anyone else and we aren't members of any of the groups they now persecute and we aren't offering anyone a new religion. Why do you think they'll be a problem?"

  Linda grinned. “Because they always are, for one thing. You don't have to offer a new religion to be a threat to the existing ones, Gary. Your arrival on Earth, your very existence, is enough to render some of their most basic belief structures null and void instantly. Their religions will offer no way to explain your presence on Earth amiably. You'll be classed as devils and demons by default, just as some strangers were in our medieval times. They'll have only one answer for that."

  I said, “That explains why I haven't met any of the others who will be living off-ship and why we all have to wear these watches. None of us will be able to reveal who or where the others are if we're interrogated, but if anything happens the cavalry will know it and come running."

  Linda nodded. “It was the best we could come up with on short notice, other than isolating three hundred Amarans on a military base."

  "I think I like the military base idea better. Easier security."

  Linda said, “They didn't. It's a done deal."

  I shrugged. “On with the show, then."

  Linda looked at me and said, “These two have nearly eidetic memories, Ed. If either of them says someone looks familiar, go with it. Almost nobody should look familiar to them at the moment except the people in our mug shots."

  "Yas'm. I figured that was why you showed us all those pictures, ma'am."

  Linda sighed. “Save the humor for now. Let's get this over with. I'm only good for another hour or so tonight."

  I nodded. “Sorry. Lead on, Linda."

  Various backgroundings were provided for both people and groups and we were briefed on the next day's training events. I was to learn to fly a flitter and we'd have more reviews of potential problem people. All that meant to me was that I'd be staring at another too-many of these mugshots and reports and that I wouldn't get my hands on a flitter until nightfall.

  When the meeting ended, Gary said he had something to do and left us when Linda said, “I guess that's it for now."

  I leaned over to Ellen and asked, “Are you sure he's not upset?"

  "He's not upset, Ed. He's on a watch shift tonight. We don't leave everything to computers, either."

  As Linda put things away she asked, “Can you two stay a moment?"

  Ellen and I looked at each other and sat back down.

  Linda finished her packing of briefing paraphernalia and rolled around to the front of her desk. She looked at us for a few moments before speaking.

  "Ellen, you aren't wearing your watch and I can only assume you took it off for special privacy with Ed. I don't need to know anything about that, but does this mean you two have come to an understanding of sorts?"

  Ellen and I looked at each other.

  I asked, “Do you want to tell her?"

  "You can, if you want. It won't be a secret."

  I nodded. “Okay, then."

  I turned to Linda and said, “Yes. We have reached an understanding of sorts."


  Linda nodded as she said, “Don't ever remove your watches when you're off this ship. Turn them off if you must, but don't take them off. That's all."

  It was a rather terse dismissal by someone I considered an old friend.

  Ellen noticed my mood change immediately, but said nothing until we were in the hallway outside Linda's office.

  She said, “Let's go to my room and get my watch."

  I nodded and we headed the opposite direction from my room.

  Ellen reached to turn my watch off and said, “You and Linda had something together once?"

  "Over a decade ago, Ellen. It was brief."

  "She never forgot it, though."

  "Apparently not."

  We were at her door when she asked, “Do you want to go talk to her?"

  "What would I be able to say that would make her feel better? Besides, it may not be about me. Could be she's not feeling particularly good this evening."

  Ellen opened her door and stepped into her room and I followed her. It was a room like mine in most respects. I looked for the usual personal items, like pictures on nightstands, and saw none. Maybe she had her family photos stashed in a pad like the one in my room. There was literally nothing to see that truly made the room hers, not even her watch on the nightstand.

  "Pretty spartan quarters for someone planning to be away for a while."

  "I have all I need,” said Ellen. She gave me a small smile and added, “And now I have you, don't I?"

  I smiled back and said, “Yup. That you do. You don't happen to have a coffee pot in here, do you?"

  "No."

  "Well, I do, and Bear will need feeding and some attention in a little while. I don't suppose you'd like to bring a few things and stay the night?"

  Ellen tried to look thoughtful. “Well, I guess I could do that...” She put her watch on. “If you're sure it wouldn't be a bother..?"

  "It'll be a bother. I'll do my best to make it a bother."

  She nodded and picked up her pad, then came over to give me a quick kiss and said, “Since we aren't staying here tonight, I'll be along in a little while. I need to do a few things first."