(from the “Karinaverse”; now middle aged (but well-preserved), Scout pilot Karina conceives twins by a young physics student passenger. Later, he unwittingly impregnates said daughters as well. (Contains futa-on-male and incest, so maybe not for everyone.)

For Jason Homaker, Day 118-1113 would be momentous ~ though not exactly for the reason he first thought it would. After 6 months of advanced study on Rhylanor, he would be returning to Efate as a prospective doctoral candidate with key data from his prized graviton/tachyon detector. Rather than trusting his prized collector to a commercial transport, though, Jason had requested a Scout Service transport to return it to Efate ~ knowing the Imperial service had a vested interest in the success of his work. Assigned as they were to surveying and mapping the Third Imperium (among other duties), they would find his GDT invaluable in insterstellar mapping.

Jason’s only concern was what sort of person might be flying the scout/courier assigned to meet him and take the GDT to Efate. Unlike the Imperial Navy ~ all polish and protocol ~ field scouts were famous for being ‘free spirits’, and Jason couldn’t help but wonder if he might be hooked up with a speedmeth junkie or fringe faction lunatic. That in mind, he went down to Rhylanor Startown to ease his mind as the scout/courier came in on final approach.

There, 20-year old Jason found the sex booths ~ seemingly simple structures where a fellow might introduce his erection into a mysterious hole and soon find it slipped inside the juicy embrace of a hole all-too keen to take his seed. The hole might belong to a cybercunt ~ warm, wet and perfectly contoured to resemble the best pussy imaginable. Or by chance it might be the real hole of a real girl ~ perhaps one intent on playing the “baby game” ~ perhaps even someone Jason saw everyday without realizing he’d been deep inside her. As for the baby game, some girls hoped by chance to be impregnated by a stranger whose DNA would happen to make their embryo valuable to the gene vendor network, thus forsaking any birth control for the chance of striking it rich with a valuable embryo to donate at a local gene vendor station. More often than not, the embryo was not especially valuable and the woman paid out more to have the embryo preserved than she would receive for a prize bonus. But occasional payouts of hundreds, or even thousands of credits for valuable embryos or first-term fetuses, inclined many a lady to take a stranger’s cock in her babyhole for the opportunity to take his cum deep inside her...

Thus, Jason couldn’t be certain at first ~ as the clamping ring grasped his shaft and he felt soft folds sink around him ~ if he was sinking into a cyberpussy or a real girl. It certainly felt good, but Jason with an eye toward statistics, felt dubious of porking a real girl until he felt the pussy smash backward hard against him, clenching and squeezing as its owner apparently worked toward an orgasm. Good Gaia, he thought, is she masturbating as she fucks me? It certainly felt like that, and he could well imagine some otherwise prim office-girl rubbing her clitoris with a vibrator as she smashed her hips backward against the sex booth connection. He imagined her to be a nice girl (not like that bitch on Efate who took him once and cheated on him with his best friend... ) A nice girl, maybe dressed demurely in a business suit and skirt and heels ~ the sort of girl he’d never imagine to approach in person ~ yet now his cockhead was kissing her cervix on every inward plunge, and his balls were aching to impregnate her.

Not real, he thought, not real, not real...

And yet her pussy felt so good! Maybe the designer of this sim was just especially skilled.

“Please...” he grunted, as the semen boiled up in his balls, “have my baby...!”

And then he was erupting inside her, and ~ seeming to sense that ~ she stilled to milk him gently, her inside muscles wrapped tightly around him as he came inside her.

“I hope you’re a nice girl,” he said, “kind and sweet...”

Though he knew she couldn’t possibly hear him through the soundproof walls of the sex chambers.

“I hope ... you’re a good girl, and you’re true to the one you love...”

Even as he continued spurting, bathing the hole and cervix (or pseudocervix) in lashings of his youthful semen. Then her pussy gave a loving squeeze as if to milk him, and he withdrew to tuck his half-hard erection into his pants.

Isn’t it odd? he thought: this girl might be 80 or 20, or just a robot; and yet I came harder in her than I’ve ever cum before...

Maybe it’s better I don’t know the details, he decided finally, stepping out of the sex booth; time to meet that Scout pilot...

Since Rhylanor had a thin atmosphere, all starport personnel routinely wore compressor masks to compensate for the low pressure. However, Jason found a fully-pressured atmosphere in the starport terminal chamber when he arrived there. Accustomed as he was to the thin atmosphere on Efate, he felt almost normal in the thinner air of Rhylanor (and thus almost dizzy in a standard 100 kilopascal atmosphere ~ but that extra pressure was mainly for the benefit of offworld visitors). Hoping to catch the arrival of his GDT’s transport, Jason was a little disappointed; the scout/courier had actually arrived more than a half-hour early and was already resting on its two landing legs with fuel and power couplings attached.

At first sight, it seemed odd that such a long wedge-shaped ship could rest safely on just two landing gear, but her mass was so balanced that it was perfectly safe. With a displacement equal to a hundred tons of liquid hydrogen, this was the smallest type of ship capable of carrying a jump drive: 38 meters long, 24 meters wide and 8 meters high, the type S possessed a simple utility of form that belied its usefulness. Whereas an X-Boat was optimized for jump distance, and a survey cruiser was optimized for sensor performance, this ubiquitous ship was worse at all specialties, yet better as an all-around workhorse than any of them.

Also, the GDT was already being prepared for loading. Looking intently at the rear of the ship, Jason watched attentively as smartbots moved the GDT in its special casing to a cargo hold along the starboard aft stern of the scoutship, and secured it aboard. Curiously the scoutship had no apparent formal name ~ just a serial number S55818 ~ but Jason supposed that as common with such a common design scattered by thousands among the stars. Meanwhile, other bots scuttled about the hull, and Jason was distracted watching them until he heard the distinctive click-clack of high heels approaching from the ship.

How to describe her? Perhaps 170 cm tall (or 180 with her fuck-me sandals), with a bomber jacket and cargo pants barely concealing a shapely thirty-something body. Or younger maybe, except surely a girl in her 20’s wouldn’t be a starship captain. On her hip a PRIS sensor, sidearm and miscellaneous pouches, but such a beautiful face! Soft blonde hair partly back in a ponytail, partly loose to frame a face of gentle roundness, nose prominent yet pert, eyes thoughtful and hazel-brown, lips full and plump yet not those of a whore. Mostly, though, Jason’s eyes focused on her bosom; surely 38D’s, and plump and firm. Then another glance at those toes, so perfect with her feet pitched up high in her heels. She was beautiful!

“Jason Homaker?” she asked.

“Oh, um. yes ... that’s me!”

“May I see your personcard?”

Jason produced the univeral identification.

“Thank you; my name is Karina Farwall, and I’m the Scout pilot who will be carrying your experiment to Efate. Shall we see if it’s secured aboard?”

Jason followed Karina aboard in a strange daze, admittedly overcome by how fair and lovely the pilot was. She’s a drug-runner, right? Or a pusher? Or a psi-meth agent for the Zho’s, right? Surely, not an ordinary girl...

Yet there it sat in the port hold, his GDT plugged into ship’s power and showing acceptable power level readings.

“Readings are good, Captain Farwall; thank you for having me aboard.”

“Oh, I understand we’ll have you to thank if this pans out ... but may I show you about the ship? It’s a half-hour or more until fueling is complete.”

As though in a daze, Jason followed Karina as she pointed out the aft maneuver and jump drive sections, the forward bridge section, his own assigned stateroom (opposite hers, one of four just abaft the bridge) and a relatively vast interior section devoted to the multipurpose common area. Notable here was the autogalley where a variety of foodstuffs could be had, compact athletic workout gear, and a workstation optimized for scientific research.

“I set this up for you,” Karina said, “seeing as you’ll be aboard for several months...

“ ... but it’s also important to have safety considerations in mind; may I show you to the vacc suit locker?”

Jason followed Karina to the aft end of the lounge area, where Karina revealed a compartment with four vacc suits.

“In case emergency evacuation is called for,” she said, stripping down to a sports bra and panties and slipping into the lower half of a vacc suit shell, “head here first...”

As if to punctuate the urgency, Karina punched a panel to simulate an alarm.

“There’s actually room for civvy clothes in a vacc suit,” Karina said, flashing Jason a brief view of her panty-covered ass, “so you can just leave your clothes on.”

Heeding instructions, Jason likewise stepped into the lower half of a vacc suit, then pulled down the top as Karina did, automatically bringing life-support online. Drawing in a breath of air, he looked at Karina and gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled back, then gestured to de-suit.

Which mainly went well, except when Jason caught a longer view of Karina’s wide hips and round ass. He was hard!

And awkwardly, there was no hiding the chub in his pants.

“I’m sory, did I turn you on? Let me take care of that...”

Dropping to her knees, Karina opened Jason’s fly and pulled down both his pants and underwear; quite hard, 18 proud centimeters sprung free.

“Oh, you’ve got a nice one,” Captain Farwall said, taking the erection in her hand.

“Captain...?”

“These things happen,” Karina said, stroking the shaft. She then kissed Jason’s helmet, took it gently in her mouth for a first wet suck, then began licking up and down the shaft to stimulate both balls and head in unison. The balls (she sucked each into her mouth in turn) then the tip again, she sucked urgently as if her very being depended upon his seed. Although Jason had already cum in a sex booth, his sheer arousal at the sight of this beautiful woman attending to his erection (and her lips and tongue cradling and sucking at that erection) soon had him close again.

“Captain ... Farwall ... you’re making me cum...!”

Then a wave of semen exploded from inside him, bathing Karina’s mouth and tongue in tangy-sweet semen.

“I’m so sorry!” he said, as Karina swallowed some, and let the rest overflow the corners of her mouth to spill down her neck, collarbones and boobs.

“If I were a fuckbot,” Karina said, licking her lips, “I could analyze your semen for signs of illness or infirmity. But you taste pretty good, anyway.”

Now in a daze, Jason retained enough presence of mind to help Karina to her feet, then rested against a wall of the locker as Karina pulled her clothes back on. Last of all those sexy sandals. Somehow her feet were both cute and sexy, toes pinched firmly in the glossy black vamps.

“Still 15 minutes until fueling is complete...” Karina noted, apparently referring to an internal chronometer. That suggested she had nanobots in her bloodstream, which could do all sorts of useful things such as repairing minor injuries, displaying vital signs with a HUD projected on her retina, etc.

“So,” she continued, striking an off-center contrapposto; “want to fuck?”

Amazingly, wood!

“Come on,” she said, and Jason followed her out of the suit locker to the very workstation she’d set up for him. There, still standing in her heels, she rested her hands on the tabletop and bent forward to make it clear she wanted some standing doggy-style.

“Is this right...?” Jason asked, running his hands over Karina’s still-clothed ass. “I mean, don’t you have cameras watching these compartments?”

“I guess someone at HQ will get a show when they review my logs.”

Karina then loosened her pants and pulled both pants and panties down enough to reveal beautiful ass-cheeks and a lovely, almost hairless pussy. Just a gentle touch told Jason she was already wet, and wetter still as he continued caressing and slipped two fingers up inside her.

“Mmm, that’s good...” Karina purred; “but I need your dick in me...”

“Yes, ma’am,” Jason said, opening his fly to flop out his cock. He gave it a good shake to get it fully hard, coincidentally flinging pre-cum onto Karina’s lovely ass. Damn, he wanted her! And she was right here now; he took a step forward, guided his helmet into the nest of her labial folds, then drove inside her as she moaned with pleasure. She had a tight pussy ~ folds slippery-wet and tight ~ moist and certainly as good as any cyberpussy.

“So hard...!” Karina purred. “Push it deep in me! Punch my womb with it!”

Jason had been reluctant at first ~ not wanting to get carried away ~ but Karina’s encouragement made him punch that first thrust very deep inside her, so far he could indeed feel the nubbin of her cervix kiss his helmet. Then, also mindful of the time crunch, Jason took Karina by her hips and began banging into her. Smacking, slapping, slurping sounds filled the common area as Jason slapped his groin into Karina’s ass, churning her inside juices even as she clutched his shaft with every inward stroke.

“Deeper...!” Karina moaned; “fuck me deeper!”

Gaia, Jason thought, if I were any deeper I’d be in your womb...

The thought made his balls tingle ~ even as they slapped Karina’s love-mound with every thrust; wouldn’t it be awesome if he could get this babe pregnant? Maybe she actually played the baby game and didn’t have any protection...

It also occurred to him that this was the same position the anonymous girl in the sex booth would have been in (if indeed it was a girl); girls liked to do it that way so they could take a cock (or cybercock) very deep inside, and get all that spermy goodness right up inside their wombs.

Thinking of that ~ with Captain Farwall’s pussy wrapped tight around his cock ~ was finally too much for Jason. Even as the cum was boiling up in his balls, he fought to keep punching at her womb, making her gasp and grunt as he fought a losing battle to hold off his nut.

“Fuck...!” he gasped, “Captain, you’re making me cum...!”

Then, something amazing: even as he buried himself to the root in Karina, letting a first stream of semen splash into her cervix, Karina gave a whimpering cry and fell to her elbows on the tabletop. She was coming too! Deep inside her, Jason felt her inside muscles clench and spasm, literally milking him as he poured stream after stream of his cum into her belly. Then, too, fresh wetness from her orgasm bathed his shaft, making it feel even better; this woman was incredible!

“Oh, Jason...” Karina said, still holding him tight in her pussy as she looked over her shoulder; “you made me come, too.”

Jason was proud to have such an effect on her. Surely he hadn’t been her first, but maybe he ought to thank those others who’d taught her how to be such an awesome lover.

“Oh, but fueling’s nearly complete; can you pull out?”

Jason surely didn’t want to, though his helmet was a little sensitive now after such an aggressive fuck. He savored Karina’s cradling hole a moment longer, then pulled out to uncork a lovely flow of mingled spunk and ladyjuice.

“Just rest now,” Karina said softly, standing to pull up her pants and turning to give Jason a kiss on the cheek. “You know your stateroom, and your baggage is in there.”

“Will I see you again soon?”

“It’s a good half-hour to orbit,” Karina replied, “then another three hours to jump point. But I’ll see you soon.”

“I am a little tired,” Jason admitted; “three nuts in one day...”

“Three?”

“I ... kind of fucked a cyberpussy before I met you,” Jason said sheepishly. “I was a little nervous about meeting a stranger and thought I’d take the edge off.”

Karina smiled.

“Well, we’re not strangers now; I’ve got millions of your little boys in my tummy and my pussy.”

“Yeah...”

Still smiling, Karina then headed forward toward the bridge, somehow both dowdy and sexy as she walked off catwalk-style in her strappy heels.

Though quite tired, Jason noted that his stateroom had two bunks, a modest desk, two comfortable chairs and a small fresher, as well as a large holovid screen which currently suggested he take a seated position in one of the chairs as the ship prepared for launch. Again it seemed odd to him that the ship had no proper name (simply S55818), but the computer was congenial enough as it offered a view of the berth and late-morning sky with a quickly-ticking countdown to launch. Karina hit the mark neatly, and Jason (now having been intimate with the pilot) watched with more-than-average interest as 55818 floated free of its berth on contragravs, coasted gently over Rhylanor Downport for a few seconds and then soared through a blackening stratosphere into the edge of space. Like most non-spacers, Jason knew little about the actual mechanics of piloting and astrogation, but it all seemed very smooth. He couldn’t help but wonder if Karina was as good a pilot as she was a fuck; obviously, she was a very good fuck...

Then drowsiness overtook Jason and he moved to the lower bunk. Though small, it was fairly comfortable and he wondered if this ship were especially configured for accommodating passengers ~ teams of surveyors, perhaps, or technical specialists or even VIP’s who weren’t in desperate need to get anywhere fast. Then sleep...

And an erection; he woke to feel a familiar hand caressing his penis, freed from its fly.

It was Karina, now down to just her sports bra, cargo pants and heels on the edge of Jason’s bed.

“Did I surprise you?”

“Only in a good way ... are we in jump now?”

“Not yet; another few hours.”

“Shouldn’t you be flying the ship?”

“It’s on autopilot,” she replied; “but if there’s an emergency, my nano’s will tell me.”

Karina pointed toward her temple with her left hand, while continuing to stroke Jason with her right.

“I’m selfish,” Karina admitted, “I want you again.”

“I want you too,” Jason replied, as if his erection weren’t already enough indication.

Karina smiled, and paused to stand up and slip down her pants and panties.

“Heels on, or off?”

“On ... would be nice.”

Karina obliged by leaving her high heels on as she uncovered her lower half. Then she lifted off her bra and Jason was astonished to see her 38D’s for the first time. Surely they weren’t real...

“Oh, they’re natural,” Karina said, returning to the edge of the bed. “A gift from my mom, I guess.”

“Your mom must be very beautiful.”

Karina gave a bittersweet smile.

“I wouldn’t know; I was raised an orphan on Shululsish.”

Surprise.

“Shululsish? Isn’t that way over in the Solomani Rim?”

“I was lucky enough to catch the Great Rift Wormhole during an open phase. Now I’ve lived here in the Marches for 20 years years; it’s my home now.”

“Jesus Gaia, how old are you, Captain Farwall? I mean, if you don’t mind my asking...”

“You can call me ‘Karina’,” Karina said, returning to stroking Jason’s penis, “we’ve been intimate, remember? I’m 44.”

“44? I’d have guessed 30 ... at most.”

“My Vilani genes. I know I don’t look it with the light skin and hair, but somehow I inherited those genes.”

“Are you married, Karina? Surely you have a boyfriend at least?”

Karina gave Jason’s helmet a caressing rub with her thumb, eliciting pre-cum that she spread on the sensitive glans and crown.

“Would you like to be my boyfriend?”

“Is the position open?”

Again Karina smiled, now bringing up both hands to stroke the erection.

“There is someone I’m fond of...” Karina said, “but he’s also in love with my best friend. It would be awkward...

“But what about you? A cock like this ... you must make someone very happy...”

“Well, I did have a girlfriend on Efate, but she cheated on me and I gave up on girls after that. Just the sex booths for me.”

“You like the sex booths?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing...” Jason said, even as the beautiful woman caressed his shaft and fondled his balls; “it’s just so much simpler than all the drama...”

“Oh, I like sex booths, too. I used the Rhylanor Startown arcade just a few hours ago.”

“A few hours ago? Do you remember when?”

“Oh, just before we launched; about 0930, I think.”

“Booth 3?”

“Yeah, Booth 3.”

“Oh my God, Karina, I think I fucked you; I was in Booth 3! I didn’t expect your ship to arrive so early...”

Again the gentle smile, and more energetic stroking. More pre-cum, and cum rising in Jason’s balls...

“Was I good? I know the boy made me come...”

“Karina, you’re beautiful! What the hell are you doing flying a scoutship? Shouldn’t you be a model or something? An actress, some kind of glamstar...?”

“I think I’m too short to be a model,” Karina said, “but I know how to make a boy feel good...”

Then, abruptly, Karina dropped her mouth onto Jason’s cock and began to suck; it almost seemed as if she was nursing on the shaft, sucking it intently as if it were a source of sustenance, and Jason didn’t last 15 seconds before a geyser of semen erupted in Karina’s mouth. More followed, but not so much she couldn’t take it all, then lift up to swallow and gulp it down.

“Now do me,” Karina said, taking a pillow from the top bunk and setting it on the bottom bunk before joining Jason and spreading her legs before him. Jason was reluctant at first; his ‘girlfriend’ had let him do this, but always seemed unsatisfied by his oral game. Yet Karina was such a different girl, and maybe gentler because she was older than he would have imagined. He moved between her legs, found the flower-like petals of her labia and kissed the hood of her clitoris. Karina moaned, and encouraged him to kiss and suck it more. It was prominent, but not offensively so; just the right amount of beautiful lady-member for a beautiful lady. Soon perceiving what Karina liked, Jason lapped up and down at her labia and slipped his tongue into the mouth of her pussy, but mainly focused on licking and sucking at the lovely clitoris. Then, as Jason slipped his fingers back inside Karina and finger-fucked her, Karina took over rubbing her clitoris and came with a spectacular orgasm; juice gushed from her insides, and Jason lapped it up eagerly. It tasted good, subtle but tangy with a hint of something fruity...

“You’re a good boy,” Karina said, when Jason looked up from her muffin; “may I ride you now?”

May I ... Jesus Gaia, it is your ship!

More than half-hard again, Jason settled back into a supine position, and Karina moved forward to climb on top of him. Half-mesmerized by Karina’s perfect boobs, taut tummy and wide hips, Jason was also glad to feel his penis respond again as Karina stroked him hard. Then, with a determined look on her cute face, still framed in strands of blond hair, Karina moved her pussy until her labia met his helmet, made a slight adjustment, then sank down around him.

Oh, it was heavenly! Even as Karina pushed down, slipping her lovely wet folds around him, Jason ran his hands across her hips and stomach, and those incredible boobs...

Full penetration; impaled on Jason now, Karina gave him a loving squeeze inside, then began to grind her hips against his. Jason could feel her high heels against his thighs, and moved his hands to caress her soft feet in their sexy prisons...

Then Jason’s hand moved to her perfect boobs, so taut and firm, though he had to wonder...

“Were you playing the baby game,” he asked, “when you fucked me in the booth?”

“Oh, that would be nice...” Karina said, milking Jason with her pussymeat; “I’d like to get knocked up by this weapon...”

Jason grew stiffer inside her.

“ ... but it’s a long way to Efate, 16 parsecs. 9 jumps ~ a minimum of 14 weeks ~ I’d be pressing my luck to carry a baby that long. No, my contraceptive implant is active.”

Jason felt both sad and glad; even if they did suffer a misjump en route to Efate, how wonderful it would have been to see Karina grow plump with his baby! Of course, a misjump into open space might mean certain death as food, fuel, air and water ran out, but what a way to go...

Then Karina leaned forward so Jason could suck on her tits, and Jason was surprised to taste her milk. Indeed, milk was now dribbling from both her nipples.

“You have milk...?”

“It’s a little embarrassing,” Karina said; “I might have got a little bit pregnant during my last mission...”

Jason grew harder still, and was seriously concerned for his cock; any harder, and he might blow a blood vessel!

“How?”

“Well, I had seven boys from the Survey Branch aboard, and one thing led to another. I spend so much time alone, you see, sometimes it’s weeks or months in jump space with no one aboard; having all those nice boys aboard, I tried to make sure all of them got to nut in me at least once...

“And I guess if you do the math, letting seven boys fuck you everyday for ten weeks, that’s a lot of sperm. Even with my implant, I was 12 weeks pregnant when I got to Rhylanor ... almost too far along to give the baby up to the gene vendor network.”

Jason looked up at Karina in awe; some random stud had knocked her up, and a margin of less than a month would have forced her either to abort or carry his baby to term. 300 parsecs from home, apparently without a husband or boyfriend, what would Karina have done?

Now Jason knew he was close, and could only continue to suckle ardently at Karina’s mams, alternating left and right, as her pussy rolled around his shaft. Now in control, grinding her clitoris between their pubic bones, Karina gave a whimpering shudder as she came. Jason tried to hold off ~ wrung in her clenching babyhole ~ but Karina’s orgasm was too much to endure. Cum boiled up from his balls, and he thrust upward as Karina thrust down; now up to his balls in Karina, he came deep inside her, spraying a stream of semen right into her cervix. Then more, stream after stream filling her insides, and he could only wish that damn implant wasn’t in the way of his ardent babymakers...

“Was it good...?” he asked, afterward.

“Oh Jason,” Karina said with a gentle smile, “you made me come, again!”

Then she surprised him by leaning forward and kissing him, full on the mouth. It was sensuous and deep, lips and tongues meeting and dancing even as their nether organs remained locked in their own passionate embrace.

“Seriously,” Jason said, “you’re so beautiful ... aren’t you afraid some boy will fall in love with you? Stalk you and obsess over you? Or maybe rape you? All alone in this ship, I’d worry about you!”

“You’re sweet. But I know some tricks to keep safe. And anyway, it’s another nine jumps to Efate. I don’t expect to take on any other passengers on the way; I’m your girl now, for the duration.”

It was a happy thought, and one to dream on as Karina lay forward atop him, and he fell asleep inside her.

Jason woke two hours later with another erection; now less her high heels, Karina was stroking him again.

“Jump point approaching,” she said; “would you like to see the insertion?”

“Is that allowed?” Jason asked; “I mean, isn’t the bridge off-limits?”

“Technically, but we can make exceptions. As a physicist, I think you would appreciate transition into higher dimensions more than anyone.”

Weirdly, the thought was even more exciting than just sex with Karina. Sure, Karina was a nuclear sex-bomb of a woman, but he’d never directly witnessed insertion into jump space. On the liner from Efate he’d seen it replayed in his stateroom, but of course an ordinary passenger wouldn’t be allowed on the bridge. For Karina to invite him to her bridge to see this, she was exposing even more of herself than she was in accepting his seed into her womb; if he wan’t infatuated aleady, he was desperately in love now!

“I’d like that.”

“Okay, then,” Karina said, rolling her legs off the bunk to pull on her pants and panties, and sports bra and heels. Still dressed himself, Jason then rolled off the bunk to follow Karina a few meters forward to the bridge ~ sanctum sanctorum and heart of the ship. As expected, the two-seat bridge was thick with controls, mostly re-configurable holoscreens, and Jason was careful not to touch anything that looked important as Karina guided him into the starboard co-pilot’s station.