You are sleeping on your side, in your bunk wearing only a thin shirt and shorts. You wake up a little when you feel an arm come across you and a warm body press against your back. A familiar hardness rests against your ass cheeks through the thin material.
“Are you really asleep, or just playing dedelfo?” An expected voice whispers in your ear.
You aren’t fully awake but you press your ass against him. You feel his soft warm lips on your cheek. “Sleep for now. Wake me when you are ready to play.”
He holds you in his arms and you feel is chest against your back. You love sleeping like this. He makes you feel so safe and loved.
The alarm you set goes off and you tap the screen. Helm is deep asleep. He reminds you of a gardhundo, like you had growing up. Loyal, faithful, protective, ready to play, and makes funny noises when he sleeps. You quietly get up and check the time. You have a few hours until your shift in the Con starts.
A devilish thought crosses your mind, as you lower the blanket and reach into his sleep shorts. “I wonder if ‘he’ is asleep too.” You say in a playful tone. His dick is soft and asleep, but as you gently grip it and stroke, you watch it grow.
He rolls onto his back, allowing you easier access. His nicely trimmed pubic patch looks so good. “Are you going to wake up? Or should I just play with myself?” you ask in a gentle tone.
Without opening his eyes, his hands slide up under your shirt and start kneading your breasts. His strong fingers caress and then pinch your nipples as they harden. You feel his fingertips slightly pull and roll your nipples between them. He knows you so well as you feel a tingle of excitement move down you. You pull off his shorts, then slide yours off too, and straddle his legs. Your pussy lips are damp and you rub them across his hard shaft, which is lying on him. His fingers continue playing with your nipples.
You raise up a bit and take the tip of his hard cock and rub it against your lips. The wetness shines on it. You slowly lower yourself on it. Moving yourself up and down a bit so your take more of it each time you move lower.
He releases your nipples and places his hands on your thighs. Once you have him fully inside of you, you rock your hips back and forth. You start slowly and then move faster. Feeling his fingers grip your thighs more firmly as you ride him harder.
Leaning over top of him you rub your chest against his. The fabric of your top slides smoothly across your hard nipples. When you rock forward, your clit grinds against his pubic patch. It all feels so good. Pleasure builds and moves through you. You squeeze your legs against him as you cum.
He holds your legs as you feel him thrust up. He is throbbing and pulsing inside of you as he cums too. “Good morning Lover.” You say and kiss him deeply.
He hugs you firmly as you feel his softening member slide from you. “Shall we shower before your shift starts.”
You kiss him again and rub your chest against his. “Mmmmm we could have fun in the shower, too.”
“Not this time Navs. I hadn’t planned on being woken up like that, but lets see what Cookie made for matenmango. I worked up an appetite.”
Climbing off of him, you grab a pillow and hit him with it. “You worked up…. I was the one doing all of the work.” He smiles devilishly as he sits up and pulls his shorts back on.
After your shower, your coveralls slide on nicely. You then brush out your hair.
“What should I wear when I meet your family?” Helm asks as he dries himself off and flips though the outfits hanging up in his locker.
You walk up behind him and give him a reassuring hug. “Why don’t you use the bright red one.”
“Why?” he asks as he flips past his usual blue or grey tone ones.
“Because the red one looks less like a uniform and more like something from an earlier era. And I like you in red.” Then you kiss his cheek. “I’m going to the galley.”
In the galley you smell cooking meat and see a stack of krespoj on a large plate. A bottle of siropo and a jar of jeleo stand next to it. As you grab an empty plate and sit down, you ask “Hey Cookie, what are you frying?”
She uses a large fork and holds up a long thick kolbaso. “I thought you and Skipper might like something thick and spicy with your breakfast.”
Skipper walks in, grabs a mug, and fills it with coffee. “Mmmmm that smells good.” She looks down at it in the pan, “A bit larger than Oficiro Lee, but I think I can manage.”
You hadn’t expected that quick of a response, so you laugh loudly.
“What’s so funny?” asks Helm as he comes in, wearing the red jumpsuit.
“Ooo, That’s snazzy.” Cookie comments as you and Skipper both give him a ‘wolf whistle’.
“Don’t look at me. She picked it out.” He deflects, “but what was so funny?”
You smile broadly. “Cookie was offering a comparison between that and either you or Oficiro Lee.”
He looks down at it. Nods and grins. “I think I’m good. I’ll admit it’s bigger than me.”
You pat the seat next to you. “Grab a plate. Cookie, I only need a little of that. Helm already gave me enough this morning.”
She cuts a section of it and puts it on your plate.
Helm grabs an empty plate and a mug of coffee. “Skipper, are we on Autotrack?”
She yawns and sits at the head of the table. “Yeah, we are far enough out that I thought I would grab something to eat before I hand things over to you two.”
He quickly fills his plate and starts eating.
“Whoa. You don’t need shovel it in.” You say as you take a bite of the kolbaso.
But before you know it, his plate is empty, and he is refilling his mug. “I got the Con.” He says quickly leaving.
The three of you look at each other. “What was that about?”
Cookie finishes cooking the kolbaso and joins you at the table.
You spread some jeleo on a krespo, “I think it’s that he is nervous about meeting my family.”
Skipper takes a forkful of food and slowly nods. “Have either of you thought about going home, since you signed on?”
You shake your head. “Realistically Skipper, I thought we were doing pretty well out on the Rim. I hadn’t planned on sending a link to my parents. But once we were in the Core, it was hard not to.”
Cookie sips her tea. “How’d they respond?”
“My mother said to ‘come home when you can.’ and the Komandanto just said. ‘Yes, and bring that young man of yours with you.’ So you can see why he’s a little nervous.”
Skipper holds a piece of kolbaso on her fork and points it at you. “So why the flashy red coveralls?”
You smile “I think he looks sexy in red, and service uniforms are blue, grey, or tan. I didn’t want him wearing anything that looked like he regretted leaving the Academy and not serving.”
Both Cookie and Skipper nod at that, and then Skipper yawns again. “Cookie, this tastes great, but I need sleep.”
“Did anything go on during your shift, Skipper?” you ask.
She shakes her head. “No. That is what was so damned irritating about it. I spent most of it trying to keep awake and keeping to your course. Your route is outside of the main shipping lanes so we don’t have any traffic to contend with. We’ll be within Planetary Control in a couple of hours.” She empties her mug, then covers her plate and puts it in the cooler. “I’ll finish it after a quick nap.”
Both you and Cookie nod. “Sleep well Skipper.”
You finish your plate and then help Cookie clean up. She doesn’t really need the help but you and her ‘chit chat’. You tell her of tourist sights that she and Skipper can see on Brila Monteto. After they drop you off, they can head to the other side of the planet and check out Tondro-Monto, Apaca Pasejo, and Rego Golfo. All beautiful natural sites in the southern part of the western continent, if she and Skipper wanted to keep away from the cities and sipaj havenoj. Cookie gave a genuine smile, “Thanks. That will keep us away from the ships of the floto. I don’t want to see any of them.”
When you check on Helm, he is sitting in his chair, tapping on the vidi.“Whatcha doin’ ?” you ask in a playful tone.
His eyes are fixed on the screen. “I’m checking where we enter the main lanes. Your flight path takes us right into the heart of the floto.”
“Of course, silly. Where do you think my parents live?” The Komandanto has a house on the posteno, like all of the other military families. Your family is military.”
“My family are mostly sergentoj and supersergentoj. Not an Oficiro in the entire bunch, so we typically live in town or in soldata logejo. No where near the floto.”
You unlock your seat and move it near his. “You never told me that. Why were you at the Academy then?”
“My father wanted me to be the first komandanto or komidoro in the family. But I screwed that up.”
You sit back for a moment and think about it. He was a really good pilot in school, and was being paired up with some of the top navigators. You both would have been assigned to either an Ataksipo, or maybe part of a fighter wing on a Kosmosipa. You just had to keep focused and graduate. It was his reading of history books, and talking about how the military, especially the floto, was used to relocate people and ‘civilize’ worlds new to the Core. If you hadn’t met classmates who transferred from the UGA Skill and Trade schools, who confirmed what they lived though, you might have dismissed it as anti-military propaganda. But when you learned the truth, that was the point when you didn’t want to be part of the system and stopped tying in class. They offered to graduate you and start you off as Sergento, with possibility of promotion to Oficiro, if you did your job as well as you had been doing in school until the end. You and Helm both rejected the offer and looked for work on cargo ships. Shippers Guild Freighters would hire you on, but you had to apprentice under a SG pilot and navigator, until they felt you were ready to receive your union chit. You both agreed you had enough of that kind of thinking in the Academy.
You lucked out when you found out that Libereco was looking to expand its crew. Skipper just needed you both to pass a basic skills test and then she hired both of you. No chit, stamp, or SG certification needed to be part of her crew.
“Independent Cargo Freighter Libereco, please confirm your destination and purpose.” You hear a voice on the vidi. You tap the vidi and give them your story about returning from the Rim and needing time to visit family. “Very well. Proceed along the specified flight path. Do not deviate from it. Welcome to Brila Monteto, we hope you enjoy your stay.”
You get up and kiss Helm on the cheek. “That’s it. It’s showtime. Are you ready?”
“As ready as I’m going to be.” He responds and kisses you.
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