Alan Scarlett and the Scarlett Virus
Copyright© 2024 by Duleigh
Chapter 45: Vacation
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 45: Vacation - A deadly virus is loose in the solar system. If left unchecked, it could kill all life on Earth and her colonies on Mars, Luna, and Venus. Created as the ultimate weapon, it got loose and wiped out an entire colony. Only one person has the skills, the brains, and the political backing to do what needs to be done to stop the virus, but he's only eleven years old. He's got some training to do.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Military Science Fiction Space Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
Fiji 2, February 26, 2142
Vacation
Alan stepped out of his cabana wearing a sarong and gazed up and down the beach, then stretched and wondered what he was going to do next. Paddle board? Surfing? Fishing? He tried fishing yesterday; it was fun, but he had to throw everything back for being too small. He settled on sailing. There’s something about a small boat on a vast ocean that appealed to Alan. He just has to navigate in two dimensions since one point (the earth) is fixed, so he can get the other two points of navigation calculated down to a few meters in his head.
That’s all he needs, a map, a compass, and a star to seer by. There’s a two-masted Schooner that gives sailing lessons. He was thinking of going out on that.
“Hey boss,” said Anna lazily from the edge of the shore where she and Keala relaxed, daring the tide to come in and spoil their fun. Anna met Keala shortly after landing on Fiji 2. Keala was a sexy, slim Polynesian girl with dark blond hair, and a hostess at the local Tiki bar. She and Anna hit it off immediately and before Alan knew it, Anna was walking around topless like Keala and her skin was turning a rich golden brown in the rays of the warm sun.
“We’re going to a Luau for dinner,” said Anna as Alan eased into a beach chair.
“I’m trying to keep kosher,” said Alan. “You two go have fun.”
“Captain Alan!” taunted Keala
“Come on!” said Anna. She got up and came up behind Alan and started rubbing his shoulders. Keala kneeled and his feet and started applying suntan lotion to his legs. Her beautiful golden brown breasts bobbled gently with her efforts. “Keala found a date for you,” said Anna.
“You’ll like her. She’s Hawaiian like me,” said Keala.
“Is she Lunar?” asked Alan.
“Silly! I said she’s Hawaiian! Not moon maiden,” Keala smiled, flashing those brilliant white teeth. “She’s here, does she look Lunar?”
“All my loves have been Lunar,” said Alan, and he wondered if anyone wrote a song with that as a title.
“This is the guy we were talking about, his name is Alan,” said Anna.
“Hello Alan,” then Alan heard a slight gasp. He opened his eyes. She was a visage of Polynesian beauty. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders; she dyed a streak of blond in her hair and wore a beautiful red hibiscus behind her ear. Her breasts were medium and tanned berry brown, along with the rest of her body, and she wore a flower print sarong. She had a smile that could make a strong man’s heart stop.
It’s been nearly a decade, but Alan would know that smile anywhere. “Noelani? Noelani Kawehi?”
“Alan? Alan Clark-Scarlett?” said Noelani. “Oh my God!”
Alan jumped to his feet and, with a cry of joy, he scooped up his old friend in his muscular arms and they whirled around. And then they left.
Anna was in shock as she watched her boss walk off hand in hand with Keala’s friend. Then, just a few yards away, Alan and Noelani pulled off their sarongs and dove into the ocean, picking up where they left off a decade ago.