Starting Over: Nerites
Copyright© 2025 by Quantum Mechanic
Chapter 6: Let’s get together, and feel all right...
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Let’s get together, and feel all right... - 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
Jean found himself once again drinking beer and picking at barbecued meat while gabbing with Hardy on his front porch. This time, however, they were not alone. Hardy had not only invited the entire Pasteur clan, he had made sure that his longtime friends, the Trebiens, were also in attendance.
Alex, the husband, was likeable enough, if a little rough around the edges. Loud and rowdy, and prone to obvious exaggeration, he was the archetype of the construction crew boss. Jean had seen his kind many times before, on projects he had had to manage. They were generally easy to get along with, but occasionally became hardheaded when the directions they got from “college boys” were at odds with the way they had always done things before. This was a social occasion, however, so there was little substance over which a conflict might arise.
Jo, on the other hand, was an altogether different sort of creature. Trim and regal in her bearing, she was college educated and obviously hailed from a social stratum different from that of her husband. Shaking his head, Jean wondered how they had ever met. He was sure that there was a story in that, somewhere.
When they were first introduced, he noticed that she showed a great deal of interest in both he and Beth. By the time the introductions were concluded, he felt he had been, in some way, very thoroughly evaluated. For what purpose, he had no idea.
He noted that her interest in Beth was even more pronounced. They hit it off very well, and the kids adopted her as their de facto auntie. The mutual admiration society thus formed by the females left the men to their own devices and conversation for a while.
Everyone was having a very good time, although he observed that Hardy’s face occasionally showed traces of momentary depression, especially after he had been watching Jean’s family for a while. Jean didn’t dwell on it, figuring it was understandable envy. He spent his time joking with the men, and dancing and flirting with the women. Jo flirted right back, with a surprising degree of vigor. So much so, that he felt compelled to back off.
A few hours later things began to wind down and it was time to head for home. The weekend was almost over, and Jean had to be back at work again soon. He gathered his family together, and after numerous goodbyes and false starts, they were all strapped in and cruising toward the homestead.
Reflecting over the weeks since Beth’s near fatal accident, he felt himself to be extremely fortunate. He knew in his heart that he’d never be able to repay Hardy the debt of gratitude he owed for having saved his wife’s life, but he did make it clear to his friend that he could be counted on if ever he was needed.
Before returning home from the last assignment, he had taken the plunge and acquired a jet ski, to use as his commuting vehicle. It was a used model, but still serviceable, and much less expensive than another airboat would have been. Naturally, Beth had thrown a fit, but she eventually saw that Jean needed it for his peace of mind. Having it wouldn’t prevent accidents like the one she’d had, but it would give him the ability to get home quickly, with less dependence on of the kindness and convenience of others.
Watching the Pasteur’s leave, Hardy took a deep breath and let it go in a sigh. He knew that his friend had caught him staring at Beth several times during the evening, and he hoped that he hadn’t exposed himself (or Beth) too much.
He turned back to his remaining guests just as Jo sidled up with a fresh drink for him.
“It’s pretty late now,” he observed. “Maybe you and Alex should stay here tonight. You have a much longer trip home that they did, and I’d hate to have to see you on the morning news.”
Looking over at Alex, who was already many sheets to the wind, Jo nodded her agreement. “He’s too drunk to pilot tonight, and I’m just not in the mood. Besides,” she said, turning back to Hardy, “I think you and I have some things to discuss.’
“And that might be?” he queried, confused.
“Beth.” she stated flatly.
Hardy blanched and glanced at Alex.
“Don’t worry about him,” she laughed, “he’s completely gone, and won’t be back in the land of the living until about lunchtime tomorrow. We could have sex here on the deck in front of him, and he’d never know it!”
“Still, I’d feel a little more comfortable if we didn’t say or do anything incriminating with him so close by!” he sputtered.
“Tell you what,” she ventured, “Let’s put him to bed, then we can talk ... or whatever...”
Alex was a large man, and being unconscious, he was pure dead weight. It took both of them to get him into the bed in the guest room. Once he was safely ensconced, they undressed him, both for his comfort, and to slow him down in case he did awaken during the night. That being accomplished, Jo undressed herself, performing a little striptease for Hardy, her eyes never leaving his face, then she donned one of his robes and said “You get ready for bed, too, and meet me outside.”
If nothing else, Hardy followed directions well. By the time he set foot on the front deck again, he had stripped and was wearing another robe, himself.
Jo had prepared yet another round of drinks for the two of them, but before he could raise his glass to his lips, she stopped him.
“Those are just props,” she said, “to help explain what we’re doing here in the unlikely event that Alex wakes up.”
He nodded his understanding, and began, “So what about Beth?”
Jo waved the question away, “We’ll get to that in a moment. I have a more important item on the agenda right now.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. Although Alex has been home for a few days, he hasn’t been sober enough to meet his obligations to me,” she explained. “I am betting that you’ve also been celibate for at least a week,” she went on,” and I think we both need to reduce our tension somewhat, before we get into any serious discussions.” At that point, she took his drink away, and slid easily into his arms.
One of the more ancient bits of wisdom holds that even bad sex is better than no sex. This wasn’t the world shattering, merging-of-souls kind of sex that Hardy had experienced, and wanted to repeat, with Beth, but it was certainly not bad sex. In fact, by nearly any measure, it would be great sex.
Jo was an experienced and accomplished lover. She knew how to pleasure a man better than most women who do it professionally. She wasn’t shy about asking for what she wanted, either, with detailed instructions. That latter trait is something valued highly by men. It makes them feel a little less inept in their lovemaking, and they need all of that they can get.
When it was over, however, even though he had both given and received great pleasure, they both knew that he was not completely sated. It had, however, met her need, and Alex had slept through the whole event. For the moment, that was enough.
When they’d recovered, and re-covered, they both lit smokes and moved, with their drinks, to adjacent chaises.
“She’s a beautiful woman,” Jo ventured. “I can see why you’re smitten with her.”
“What do you mean, smitten?” Hardy demanded.
She turned to face him, looking him straight in the eyes, said, “Anyone who can’t tell is either blind, disinterested, or afraid to find out.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, take Alex, for instance,” she said,” He just wanted to party tonight. He had no interest in observing anyone. He spent the entire evening drinking himself into oblivion. That’s how he defines having a good time.” She paused for a drag on her smoke.
“You and Beth,” she went on, “could hardly keep your eyes off each other, but you wouldn’t meet her gaze, nor would she meet yours. Both of you are acutely aware of your feelings for each other, but afraid to do anything ... more ... about it.” She stopped again, and took another drag.
“Then,” she said, “there’s Jean. He knows that you’re hot for Beth. I’d bet that he’s known it all along, and it doesn’t really bother him. He thinks of you as a friend, and doesn’t know that you would break his trust. He is aware of her reactions to you. He must be uncomfortable with her attraction to you, but doesn’t want to believe that anything is happening between you two, as a result of it.”
“Finally,” she concluded, “there are the daughters, Nessa and Riva. They’re still children, but can feel and react to the tension between their mother and you. It makes them nervous.”
“And you got all of this because?” Hardy challenged.
“Because I am interested, and I do want to know!” she barked. “I’m pretty good at people-watching. I can read faces almost as well as I read books, and I read a lot of books. Don’t screw around with me, Hardy. Tell me the truth, because if you don’t, I’ll know it.” With that, she put out her smoke and set about preparing herself a fresh drink.
Hardy sat up and shrugged. “OK.” he said. “What do you want me to say?”
“I’m not really sure,” she responded. “I guess I have several questions I’d like answered. I already know that you’re in love with her. I’d bet that you’ve bedded her at least once. How about it, guy?”
Even though he’d agreed to talk, Hardy hesitated, but he concluded that he wouldn’t get out of telling Jo anything she wanted to know. He also knew he could trust her with his life, so he took another swallow of courage, and said “You’ve pretty much got it pegged, but it looks like it’s over now.”
“Why is that? Didn’t she enjoy herself? Didn’t you?” she asked.
“Oh, God, Jo!” he cried, “It was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever experienced, and I think she thought so too ... but afterward, she got scared, and said we couldn’t ever do it again.” He hung his head in despair.