Starting Over: Nerites
Copyright© 2025 by Quantum Mechanic
Chapter 10: Damage control...
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10: Damage control... - Cheyenne is a plains world dedicated to production of livestock for sale to other human-occupied planets. Jean has a great job there, but he's offered a better job on a watery planet, and an opportunity to develop his own homestead. In order to take the new job, he has to uproot and transplant his young family. It's not easy going, and once there, the troubles have just begun.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Cheating Massage Oral Sex Pregnancy Slow
This wasn’t supposed to happen, Jo told herself harshly.
It did little good. In the space of a few hours, like a schoolgirl, she’d managed to fall head over heels in love. It was an impossible relationship, and if that wasn’t bad enough, it seemed a sure bet that her objet de l’amour had fallen for her, as well.
When she awoke, they were still entangled on the floor. Spending the entire night that way had its impact. Stiff sore muscles aside, however, she knew she had to get up and get moving.
After gingerly extricating herself, she slid a pillow under Jean’s head, carefully, to avoid awakening him, and then went into the bedroom to do her morning stretches. Following her exercise, she showered and drew on a fresh robe. She also put out a fresh robe for Jean before returning to the living room.
He was still sleeping peacefully, but the day was slipping away, and she had a lot of work to do with him, before he would be ready to leave. She lay down next to him and stroked his back and sides, while planted she kisses all over his face. It was her hope to waken him gently and pleasantly. It must have worked, because when he opened his eyes and saw her, his grin almost broke his face.
“You need to clean up while I fix breakfast,” she informed him.
“How about I stay dirty, and have you for breakfast?” he suggested.
She shivered, but quickly said, “As nice as that sounds, we have too much else to do.” Seeing him disconsolate, she added, “We’ll be able to make love again soon, if you want, but you have more immediate issues to resolve. Go get your shower. I’ve already put out a fresh robe for you. Hurry up, and I’ll feed you some breakfast.”
Grudgingly, he followed orders, and soon he was again clean and dressed in a fresh robe. Jo had set him a place at the table, and when he returned from his bath, she gave him a breakfast of epic proportions: eggs, toast, orange juice, and coffee. She even broke out her precious store of bacon, and prepared a couple of strips for him. He was more than touched by her generosity, and ate with gusto and appreciation.
Jo, herself, had already had her breakfast while Jean was in the shower, so she took advantage of his occupation with eating, to deal with details of dental hygiene. When she was done with her own chores, she laid out a new toothbrush, and returned to the kitchenette.
Seeing that Jean was nearly done, she began the cleanup process, and as he downed the last bite of egg, she told him:
“There’s a new toothbrush on the counter in the bath, go use it, and then come back to the living room. We have a lot to talk about.”
“Okay,” he agreed nervously, and set about complying with her instructions. She finished cleaning up the kitchen just as he returned to the living room.
She sat at one end of the couch, and said, “Lie down here and let’s get you comfortable. This could take a while.”
She got him into a reclining position, with his head in her lap and his feet slightly elevated.
“Comfy?” she queried.
“Yes, very,” he acknowledged with a smile, and closed his eyes.
“Good,” she said, “I want you to relax...”
A feeling of peace overtook him as she spoke, and as she led him to adopt a viewpoint apart from his recent emotional injuries, he was able to let go of all of the anger and tension he’d undergone over the last few days. He could hear and understand everything she said, but though it surprised him, he was not shocked when she asked why he was alone at the restaurant the previous evening.
“You know the answer to that,” he replied.
She nodded, and said, “Most likely, but you need to be able to say it.”
“Is this some kind of therapy?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, “actually, it’s my specialty. I’m a professional counselor and licensed hypnotherapist. Although I no longer work in a commercial practice, I keep up my skills through volunteer work”
“Am I hypnotized?”
“No,” she reassured him, “you’re just relaxed. I haven’t and won’t induct someone without their prior knowledge and consent. I could lose my license for that.”
“Oh,” he said. “So why do I feel so relaxed and comfortable?”
She grinned and rubbed his chest.
“Think about how we spent the last several hours. I would hope that you’d be relaxed! Now, how about we get back to business?”
“Okay,” he said, “since you feel I have to say it, I saw Hardy and Beth having sex.” He fell silent. Incredibly, it was worse than she had imagined.
Hardy, you’re a Goddamned fool! she thought vehemently.
She didn’t ask for details, yet. That would have been rubbing salt in the wound. She had been prepared to deal with almost anything else causing his emotional pain, but not this. She would have to move very slowly and cautiously now.
This was not the time to make him face issues head-on, so she decided to take a different tack. She took his face in her hands, and turned him so that he was looking at her. He smiled at her, and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She let it go on for a moment, before pulling back.
Gazing at him, she asked, “How do you feel about what we did last night?”
“Absolutely wonderful,” he replied, trapping her with his eyes, “I’ve never before had anyone make me feel as loved and wanted as I felt in your arms.”
“You have to know that I feel the same way,” she said softly, her expression going somber.
He nodded silently, and she continued:
“You also have to know that we can’t plan on continuing it indefinitely...”
She could see the hurt rising in his eyes, and quickly said, “Don’t worry, we’ll have lots of time to love each other, before ... it has to end...”
She choked on her own words, and the tears started to flow. Jean shoved his own hurts aside, and rose up to take her in his arms, holding and cuddling her until she regained her composure.
“I’m supposed to be the professional here,” she laughed bitterly. Drying her eyes, she gave him a weak smile, and said, “C’mon. Lie back down. We still have work to do.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” he demanded.
She nodded, so he complied with her request. She took a deep breath, and began to work with him. Presently, she had drawn out of him all of the causes for the hurt he was feeling. Mostly, his bitterness was based in Beth’s rejection of him and his love over the years.
The discovery of her affair with Hardy would have been painful enough on its own, but coupled with that rejection, it was nearly unbearable. His reaction to the combination was justifiably orders of magnitude more intense than it would have been from either factor, separately.
Feeling a need to react with violence, and perceiving that such a reaction was an emotional dead end, he instead rejected both offending parties. As far as he was concerned, they were effectively dead, their existence denied.
He hadn’t yet, however, dealt with the issue of his children, and in order to get to that point, he had to revive some sort of relationship with their mother. In order to accomplish that, he had to deal with the fact of her pregnancy, for which he was likely not biologically responsible. It was a tough road.
Some of the things he decided to do, in order to cope, she suggested, but most he came up with on his own. Getting him to admit that he didn’t want to lose his relationship with his daughters was the easy part.
The internal conflict arose when he had to face the fact that Beth would somehow have to be part of that relationship. Ultimately he accepted that fact, and as a result, he had to reexamine how he felt about her.
He was surprised to find that he still cared for her a great deal. That caring was at the root of his tremendous hurt, because it appeared to him that she didn’t return the feeling. Jo reminded him that she was willing to abort her lover’s baby in order to preserve her relationship with him, and after digesting that, he realized that he would not be able to walk away from her.
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