Starting Over: Nerites
Copyright© 2025 by Quantum Mechanic
Chapter 9: They kissed...
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9: They kissed... - 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 walked into the lounge and dropped his bag next to the bar, then he took a seat. He wasn’t looking for company, just a drink.
He’d known when he left home that it wasn’t necessary to have the jet ski towed. He could have had both suspect parts delivered in the morning, but he needed an excuse to be away from home. He couldn’t stand the thought of trying to sleep in the same bed that Hardy had just vacated ... and in which he’d likely taken Beth again that morning, upon awakening.
He downed his first drink, then ordered another.
The towboat had delivered him, along with the jet ski, to a dock belonging to a mechanic, who had been recommended by a friend. After paying for the tow, he secured the jet ski to the dock, and then started walking toward the downtown area.
As he walked, his stomach reminded him that he hadn’t had a real sit-down meal since leaving the project, nearly forty-eight hours before. He remembered that he’d made reservations for a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant in the party district.
Romantic dinner ... huh, he thought, dinner alone for a romantic fool, more like!
The decision to use the reservation alone was easy, but it wasn’t yet time, and that, rather than any attempt to drown his sorrow in alcohol, explained why he was sitting in the bar. Never the less, he was working on his third drink when he saw a familiar face.
Just as he recognized her, Josephine Trebien turned in his direction, and saw him staring. She grinned at him and sauntered over.
“Mind if I join you?” she asked.
“Uh ... not at all!” he stammered, “but I’m likely not very good company tonight...”
She looked at him quizzically and queried, “Something wrong?”
“Um ... nothing that need concern you,” he replied, “I have to work out some personal problems.”
Uh oh! she thought, and looking around as she sat down, she observed, “You really shouldn’t try to resolve ‘personal problems’ in a bar...”
He looked at her strangely, and asked, “Where’s Alex?”
She looked him straight in the eye, and deadpanned, “Where’s Beth?”
“Oh,” he grunted, looked down at his drink.
Suspecting that she knew something about his “personal problem”, she decided to have pity on the poor guy. “I know you know about Hardy and me,” she said bluntly, “so you can probably guess what I’m doing here. So why are you here?”
Jean looked up at her, and sighed, “So it wasn’t just another of his lies, then...”
“Nope,” she shook her head. “Do you want to talk about your problem?”
“I don’t think so,” he replied, “but to answer your previous question, I have dinner reservations for two here tonight. I had to come alone. If you are alone, I’d be honored to have you as my guest for dinner...”
The invitation took them both by surprise, and she didn’t answer immediately. He sat uncomfortably for a moment, then nervously rushed to explain:
“I’m not hitting on you, Jo. I really do have a reservation for two, and if you don’t accept my invitation, I’ll be eating here alone.”
Smiling, she nodded, and said, “I didn’t really think you were hitting on me ... that’s why it took me so long to make up my mind.” She paused, then continued, “It actually sounds more interesting than much of what I’ve been doing lately. I’ll be pleased to have dinner with you.”
As it happened, the timing was perfect. Just as she accepted his invitation, they heard the maitre d’ announce:
“Pasteur ... party of ... two?”
He offered her his arm, and together they presented themselves to the waitstaff for seating. They got a good table, and Jean made a wine selection. They placed their food order and sat for a while in comfortable silence, sipping the wine.
Presently Josephine observed, “You know, this looks an awful lot like a romantic night out for lovers. Beth was supposed to be here, wasn’t she?”
Hearing that, Jean almost choked on his wine. “Yes,” he answered, after recovering, “but things didn’t work out.” He took another long sip of wine.
“Are you going home tonight?” she probed. He shook his head.
“Do you have a place to stay?” she asked.
“Not yet,” he responded, “but I thought I’d beg some of my work friends for couch space this evening.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she said gently, “you can stay with me.” He gave her an odd look, and she added, “I have a couch, too,” she smiled.
He couldn’t resist asking, “How will Alex feel about that?”
“Who cares?” she shot back. “If you want, we can ask him next month, when he’s back from getting laid by his female subordinates!”
That was a stupid thing to ask, he thought. She obviously could accurately read his face, because she grinned and nodded her agreement.
“The offer is still good,” she said quietly.
Jean was still on edge, but he had to respond, somehow.
“Coming from you,” he declared gallantly, “an offer like that is not just good, it’s fantastic!” He paused, then more seriously, “I really appreciate the offer, but do I have to make up my mind right this minute? I’m still a little uncomfortable with the idea.”
“I understand,” she replied sweetly, “and you have until dinner is over. If I’m not entertaining a houseguest tonight, I plan to find a willing partner in the bar, and go dancing. Fair enough?”
“Fair enough!” he agreed and raised his glass in a toast. “To fair treatment for everyone!”
“Hear, hear,” she raised her glass in agreement.
There was no further serious discussion, just some small talk. They thoroughly enjoyed their meal, and the time fairly flew by. Presently though, the meal was over, and observing the time, Jean realized that it was very late ... much later than any polite person should be calling friends, unannounced and begging for temporary lodging.
He waited for Jo to finish delivering her latest witticism, which was funny indeed, then said, “Jo, it seems that I’ve enjoyed myself, and your company, for much too long. If your invitation still stands, I’d greatly appreciate the use of your couch tonight.”
“The invitation most certainly does still stand,” she replied, grinning, “and I’ll be pleased to have you as my guest.” We’ll just see if you sleep on the couch, though!
“Come to think of it, it’s much too late to go dancing anyway. Why don’t we just wind things up here and head for my place,” she ventured.
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, “I could use a comfortable place to lie down.” He called for the check, and paid it, then helped her out of chair. He’d checked his bag when they left the bar, so he had to reclaim it before they could leave.
“How do we get to your place?” he asked.
“When I party,” she replied, “I never drive. Cabs are too cheap for it to be worthwhile to worry with parking.”
As they exited the building, she placed two fingers in her mouth, and let out a shrill, ear-splitting whistle. Seemingly out of nowhere, a cab appeared in front of them, and she gave the driver directions. The two of them settled into the back seat, her arm still looped though his.
Even with the driver stretching it out as much as he could, it was still only a twenty-minute ride. During that twenty minutes, though, Jean became very comfortable, sharing the close quarters with Josephine. In fact, he found the constant pressure of her breast against his arm to be very pleasant.
She doesn’t mean anything by it, he thought, but it still feels nice.
Jo, watching his face, thought, the Hell you say!
Jean paid for the cab ride, like the gentleman he was, and then they were on the lift, climbing to the twentieth floor of her apartment building. They were nearly there when Josephine remembered her nosy neighbor.
“Oh shit!,” she muttered under her breath.
“What’s the matter,” Jean queried, concern showing on his face.
“I forgot about the old biddy next door. She’s nosy, she’s a bitch, and she gossips.”
“Maybe we should rethink this, then...” he ventured.
Not on your life, buster! she replied in her mind.
Out loud, she said, “Not necessary. It’s a good thing I happened to think about it, though.” Thinking about it, she continued, “We may not even run into her tonight, but if not, we are likely to in the morning. If we do, just follow my lead, and don’t let her rattle you.”
Fortunately, it was late, and Old Biddy, through oversight or boredom (which it was is unknown), neither observed nor elected to inflict herself upon the pair. They made it into Jo’s apartment without incident, and turning on the lights as they entered, Josephine said:
“We only have the one bath, and you have to go through the bedroom to get to it. Why don’t you go ahead and shower, while I fix us each a drink?” She entered the kitchenette to retrieve the needed items.
Jean nodded and started toward the bath with his bag.
Seeing his intent, Jo suggested, “I keep a clean bathrobe in there for Alex. It may be a bit large, but it’ll be a lot more comfortable to lounge around in that, rather than your street clothes. Go ahead and use it. I’ll replace it later”
It seemed to make sense, so he again nodded and dropped his bag near the door. Making his way to the bath, he noticed that Josephine kept a very clean house. He wondered if she was compulsive about it. Reaching the bathroom, he located the promised robe and started to undress.
He hadn’t gotten far when he realized that he might have to wear his clothing again, and that he shouldn’t allow them to get damp. He checked to make sure the bedroom door was closed, and finished undressing, then placed his folded clothing on a chair near the bathroom door.
Reentering the bathroom, he turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then stepped in. As was his custom, he washed his hair first.
Josephine had counted on that.
She had quickly set up the necessary elements for preparing the drinks, and listened to hear the bathroom door close. When she heard it, she stepped quickly into the bedroom and stripped as she listened for the telltale sound of the shower. Her patience was quickly rewarded, but she waited just a bit longer, then she silently entered the bathroom.
She stood for a moment, just watching him shower. Physically, he certainly lived up to her standards. He was washing his hair, and his eyes were tightly closed. Just as he turned to rinse out the shampoo, she quickly slipped into the rear area of the shower. His hearing was completely obliterated by the noise of the water, as he worked at getting the last of the shampoo out of his hair, face, and ears.
Gathering up her courage, she stepped forward and threw her arms around his waist, drawing her nude body up against his backside.
He froze. “Wha...?”
“Be still,” she commanded. “It’s okay. This isn’t what you think. Right now, we’re just going to get clean together. Now just relax.”
He complied with obvious trepidation. She let go of him and picked up a face cloth and soap. After working up a good lather, she started at his neck, and carefully and thoroughly she soaped him, from top to bottom, including in between the toes, but skipping over the groin.
Laying the cloth aside, she used the soap to work up a lather in her hands. She sank to her knees, cupped his scrotum in one hand, and gingerly took his penis in the other.
“I really don’t think...” he started
“Good,” she said. “Don’t think. Now hush, and trust me.”
Reluctantly, he did, and she went ahead, thoroughly and gently cleaning all of his private parts. When she finished soaping him, she used the hand spray to rinse every square inch of his skin, making sure to flush out the hard-to-get-at areas.
She returned the hand spray to its bracket, and handed him the cloth and soap.
“Your turn now,” she asserted.
He looked in fear at the cloth and soap. He looked at her body. He looked at the cloth and soap again.
“Come on,” she said sharply, “I’m sure you’ve seen, even touched, a naked woman before. Get to it.”
He gulped, and got to it. She made sure he did a thorough job, too. When he was done, she grabbed his ears, and kissed him smack on the lips. It was a friendly, but non-sexual kiss.
“Thanks,” she said, “I needed that. Now wash your face and let’s get out of here before the hot water runs out!” He followed orders, and she followed suit, then they clambered out of the shower together.
“I’m going to embarrass you again,” she announced, and taking a fresh bath towel off the rack, she proceeded, dry him, just as thoroughly as she had washed him. When she finished, she handed him another fresh towel.
“Your turn again,” she said. This time he gave no resistance, but his face showed a considerable amount of anxiety as he worked to dry her as well as she had him.
“What are we doing here?” he asked.
“I don’t know yet,” she answered honestly, “but I am determined not to rush it.”
“Really? Actually, I’ve been feeling a little rushed...”
“Oh no,” she replied, grinning, “If I were rushing you, stud, you’d already be in my bed, working on your second or third orgasm!”
“I see,” he said, with a wan smile, “I guess I seem pretty weak.”
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