Chapter 10

December 2274
New Dallas
Botanist Bonnie Cooper

The two of us had kissed a few times to get our husbands excited, but I had no idea sex with a woman could be so great! Roger ... did the job but wasn’t anything special. Erica was better than Charlie, or even Ross! I was so taken with her beautiful hair and body I didn’t even notice him leave.

I was euphoric, but terribly embarrassed. I wondered if Erica felt it too? Would she be upset if I told her, and she didn’t feel the same? I didn’t think I could take it if she rejected me. I politely asked, “Do you want to shower first?” Much more nervously, I offered; “Or would you like me to wash your back?”

“Bonnie, you can wash my back, my front, and everything between! Please? I never thought I would say this to a woman, but I think I’m in love with you!”

She pulled me to her and stuffed her tongue in my mouth before I could say anything. I slid a finger into her, as I said, “I love you too!”

We made love in the shower until we both came at least three times. We held hands all the way home and woke up Ross with a lesbian make-out that inspired him to ride our other wife Melissa, as we fingered each other again.

After five meetings with Roger, both of us had symptoms, and tests showed we were going to have his babies. When we told Roger the news, he congratulated us briefly then had a drink. When his beer was gone, he said his job was done, he had other ladies to attend to.

We were just starting to like him, and he dumped us! We couldn’t have beer since we were pregnant, so Bonnie and I just danced and hugged to try and feel better. We cried a little, watching the people happily dancing and flirting.

Erica led me by the hand as she said, “I know what’ll make us feel better.” She sat in Rito’s lap and asked him, “Would you like to spend some time with Erica and I?” When I saw him smile, I leaned down and played with her boobs as she kissed him.

Rito is Japanese and a little small, but very, very energetic. He’s got the stamina to finish both of us twice a night! A few nights, he even made it three times each! We met him for some fun nearly every week until a month before our babies were born, then made our next two kids with him several months later.

We were happy when he invited Heinrich to join us and make it a foursome, then overjoyed when Alex and Tim joined our group grope. Kissing Erica while both of us were getting a standing double-stuff was ... Mmmmmm! I just have no words! BEST THING EVER!

May 2360 – 101 years after landing on New Enceladus New Kiev retired Mayor Demitri Nivesku

My favorite wife Therese and I joined our family to celebrate my oldest son’s 100th birthday. I love birthdays, since they’re the only time I’m allowed to have sugar anymore. Therese gives me one forkful of cake, with frosting. Other people don’t think anything of it, but to me that one forkful is a great treat. My two other indulgences in old age are my pets and my red and black cape.

The whole thing started out with me getting a black coat with red interior lining once. I liked the colors and got an overcoat to match it, for the times I ventured into the cold south of the village. It’s not a village anymore, it’s a large city, but that’s another story.

One day a young boy saw my overcoat, after watching one of the old Dracula movies. He asked his mother if I was a vampire. She was shocked and apologized. I thought it was funny. I took the idea and ran with it. I had a cape made to match, as well as a pair of fake fangs. Therese and one of my other wives, Maria, think it’s terribly romantic to be seduced by the Vampire Count, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

The zoologists were shocked to find several types of flies, beetles, and ants when we landed. The genetics were totally different, but they looked and acted almost exactly like species from Earth. There are ecological niches to fill, and the shape of ants, flies, and beetles are nearly perfect for what they do. It wasn’t a case of long-distance panspermia, but rather convergent evolution. I wasn’t too surprised there are water animals here which resemble bass, trout, and catfish; but have compound eyes like bees or spiders. The six-legged squirrels here are a major nuisance, stealing our food crops, chewing through wires, and making lots of noise on the roof while we’re trying to sleep. Having an extra pair of legs, they can climb nearly anything.

I wrote about bugs and squirrels a moment ago because of my pets. Flarkers are a semi-intelligent fruit and prey-eating species native to our new planet. They look something like a cross between an owl and a bat. They’re capable of carrying an apple or other piece of fruit as they fly. As far as I can tell their favorite foods are large beetles, squirrels, a native fruit similar to peaches, and mice and apples from Earth.

A mouse escaped from a cage the first year we were here, and the scientist caring for it panicked when he saw it run out of the lab. Who could predict what terrible ecological damage a prolific species like mice could do on our new world? He was relieved to see a flarker grab it only a split-second before another would have. There were a few other escapes, and we have wild mice here now, but between Flarkers and the young Tads further north, they’re well under control.

Flarkers are social and affectionate, smarter than dogs or cats, and live around twenty Earth years. I keep a small family of them as pets, furthering the Vampire rumors. They like to perch on my shoulder and lean against my neck for warmth. My favorites can bring me small items when I ask for them.

People often try to flatter me by saying I look young for my age. I remind them that at 130, most people who look my age have been dead awhile. They’re usually shocked, then relieved when I laugh.

I have no idea how she does it, but even at 127, my wife Therese doesn’t look a day over eighty. People see Therese’s main indulgence as a handicap. She started wearing larger blouses and dresses with a pillow underneath, so she can pretend she’s pregnant again. She tells people she has difficulty with her weight, and acts ashamed that she’s fat, but loves to feel like a pregnant mom.

I still enjoy her fetish too, and even help her dress, though she rarely needs any help. My lower legs and her left eye no longer work, but occasionally we still find the time and energy to have fun with the rest, even being post-centenarians.

I saw the corner of her pillow sticking out of her blouse a little and covered it as a young man walked near us. I didn’t let on that I knew who he was.

“Mayor Nivesku! It’s an honor to meet you, sir!” The look in his eyes and his forced, nervous smile told me he was up to something.