I Won A Spaceship

by Harrision Park

  “Now,” she said. “Get your head down there and I’ll let you do all sorts of depraved things with my body. No, we’ll do them together.”

  Half a dozen thoughts flashed through my mind at once. The first was that I wasn't enthralled with the idea of tasting my own semen. The second was that I’d eaten oysters, once, and nothing could be as bad as that. The third was that women and homosexuals did it all the time and some of them even seemed to enjoy it. The fourth, and most persuasive, was that I’d come to the conclusion she wasn’t a woman at all; she wasn’t even a female alien: she was the Goddess of Sex and I was privileged to spend a night with her. That decided it. If the Goddess wanted me to do it, I would.

  I settled between her thighs and tentatively licked the junction of her thighs. She tasted of salt, musk, lemon, something oily… probably me… and something indefinable but which sent a shiver down my spine.

  “Stop teasing,” she hissed.

  I slipped my hands underneath her bottom and squeezed her cheeks as did as she bid. She smelt and tasted of her, a heady sensation. I felt myself start to drift as I had when I’d first kissed her neck. A strange languor spread through me. I became disconnected from the outside world. My mouth moved almost on autopilot. I seemed to know exactly what to do although my expertise in cunnilingus was limited. I set to work with a will. She went wild. She grabbed my head and held me tightly against her while she arched her back and ground herself against my face. Her thighs clamped around my ears, muffling her cries of pleasure. At last she pushed me away.

  “No more,” she gasped. “Too sensitive.”

  She tugged my ears. I crawled up her body until we were face to face. She started to lick her juices from my face like a cat.

  “You pass,” she said. “And how.”

  “Was that a test?”

  “It was. Many males are reluctant to give oral sex and more so if they think they’ll taste themselves. You didn’t hesitate. More, you were positively enthusiastic.”

  I was still in a dwam. My mouth was filled with her taste, my nose with her smell. I felt disconnected from reality. It was as if this wasn't happening to me but to someone else and I was but a distant observer.

  “Who are you?” My voice was distinctly shaky. “Or, better, what are you?”

  She smiled. “Some day, maybe, I’ll tell you what I am. For now, don’t ask questions, just enjoy.” She got out of bed and stood in glorious nakedness. “Don’t go away.”

  The remark was so ludicrous that I giggled. She padded out to return with a jug of water and two glasses. I say ‘glasses’ because they resembled glasses in size and shape. They didn’t seem to use glass for household items here but some substance that wasn't plastic and wasn't ceramic but resembled them both. I drank thirstily. She disappeared into the bathroom.

  “Go and pee,” she said when she returned, “but don’t wash… I mean other than the obvious. You smell sexy.”

  She was propped up against the pillows when I returned. I sat beside her and she snuggled up. Her hand sought my manhood.

  “I can never decide,” she breathed hotly in my ear, “whether I prefer to have a male eat his semen out of me or another girl.”

  I immediately thought of Jarmasin and an image of her small body entwined with Lorca’s flashed into my mind. I twitched and she giggled.

  “You like the idea? You have someone in mind? How about Tansy? Or Cherevine? Her skin is so beautiful. You would like to watch two females make love? And, perhaps, join in? Ah, but are you man enough to handle two of us?”

  I laughed softly. “I was thinking of Jarmasin. She admitted she was bi-sexual. And, in truth, I hardly know if I’m man enough for you, never mind a second.”

  “Oh, I think you are,” she breathed, masturbating me more firmly. “Jarmasin? I’d never have guessed. She’s tiny isn’t she? And very sexy. Oh, my. Would you like that? To have me and her together. Is she good in bed? Did she wriggle sexily when you made love to her? Did she squeal with pleasure?”

  The details of my bizarre night with Jarmasin came flooding back and my cock stiffened immediately.

  “Oh, yes,” I said. “I think Jarmasin would be a perfect choice.”

  “I can see that. Do you like my bum?”

  “It’s perfect, like the rest of you.”

  “Would you kiss it?”

  “Of course.”

  “I mean my anus.”

  “Yes.”

  “Even if I’d just been to the toilet.”

  Sexy as she was, there were limits. The thought of eating… faecal matter nearly made me retch.

  “No.”

  “Good.”

  “Good?”

  “There are limits, you know.”

  “I was beginning to think there weren’t. Is this another test?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “I can’t tell you now. Trust me.”

  “Do I have any choice?”

  “Of course.” She sounded indignant. “You always have choices.”

  “Perhaps. Sometimes it’s Hobson’s choice, though.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Where you’re only offered one option. In this case either I do what you want or I don’t get you.”

  “Oh, you’ve got me. It’s a question of how much of me you get.”

  “Seems like I’ve got a lot of you already.”

  “Sweet man.” She reached over and grabbed a tube of something. “Now you get to do my bum.”

  “Do your bum. You mean…?”

  She nodded. “You get to penetrate my delicate little sphincter. I can hardly wait.”

  “Oh, God.” This was partly in response to her words and partly due to what she was doing with the lubricant.

  “You like the idea? Good. I like it, too. I’m very partial to anal sex.”

  “I still want to kiss your bum. Bite it, too.”

  She leaned over and kissed me, squeezing my cock at the same time.

  “You just earned lots of brownie points. Later.”

  Satisfied I was sticky enough she urged me to kneel up. She settled on her back and lifted her legs, spreading them wide. I was feeling dizzy again.

  “What are you waiting for?” I mimed lapping. A small shudder ran through her. “I knew you were my sort of male. I want to feel you in me.”

  I lined myself up carefully and slowly entered her. I had only experienced anal sex once before and it wasn’t very satisfactory for either of us as we were both too nervous. I was aware that many women didn’t enjoy it so I was prepared to take things easy. She was having none of it. She was the Goddess of Sex and revelled in the act however it was performed. She urged me on with her touch and her voice. I watched her eyes as I moved. They were hooded and strange lights seemed to dance in them. She was smiling; the smile at once serene and lustful. She began to milk me. I never realised women could do this but perhaps it was something peculiar to her species. It was exquisitely agonising and I cried out at the moment of climax.

  “Sorry,” she panted. “Didn’t mean…”

  “S’okay. Was good,” I panted back.

  I was drained, spent. I had nothing left. I started to collapse but managed to stop myself from falling on her. We untangled our limbs and I crumpled on the bed beside her. I noticed her wince as she straightened her legs.

  “Sorry,” I mumbled.

  She giggled. “Lovers shouldn’t apologise. It was worth it.”

  I pulled her to me and kissed her sweaty forehead.

  “We should get cleaned up,” I said.

  “Yes,” she agreed.

  Neither of us moved.

  “Where’s the towel?”

  I felt around and found it. She wriggled until she had it under her bottom.

  “I love the feeling of semen inside me,” she said with a sigh of satisfaction.

  “Not as much as I love putting it there,” I said sleepily. “We should have a shower. I must stink.”

  “Ye
s,” she agreed, though whether it was about having a shower or me stinking, I’ve no idea. She snuggled in more closely. Her fabulous breasts pressed against my chest.

  “I don’t understand,” I began, “how you changed. This morning…”

  “Hush. In the morning.”

  “Yes, dear.”

  I remembered no more.

  Chapter 18

  In the morning, of course, I’d forgotten what it was I didn’t understand. I awoke to find I was curled up against Lorca’s side with my hand cupping one of her stupendous breasts.

  I straightened carefully, trying not to disturb her. She was sleeping peacefully and looked, if anything, even more desirable in repose than she did awake, even with her silver hair tangled and matted and her skin shiny with dried sweat. I was stiff and sore. Every muscle seemed to ache. I groaned. Her eyes opened and she smiled.

  “Good morning, lover,” she said huskily.

  “Good morning. Are we lovers?”

  “You have to ask that after last night?”

  “You’re a baffling woman. I’m still not certain where I stand with you.”

  She gave my manhood a gentle squeeze. “Definitely lovers.”

  “We can’t be lovers.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because… well, because we just can’t, that’s all.”

  “Because you love someone else? Is that it?”

  I felt my face heat up. “Am I that transparent?”

  “No. Lucky guess. Who is the fortunate female?”

  “No-one you know.”

  “I should be hurt that you won’t confide in me.”

  I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at her.

  “Lorca, you’re the fifth woman I’ve made love to in a week. It’s part of my contract. It’s part of yours, too. I get one night with each of you and that’s it. One night. Each of you deserves a month… a year… a lifetime, but I get a night. After today we’ll never see each other again….”

  “We don’t have to. Never see each other again, I mean. You can’t make me pregnant so I’ll owe the Commission nothing. There’s nothing to stop us getting together after this is over… If you want to, that is.”

  “Oh. I didn’t know that.” I was caught. How could I tell her that I couldn’t see her after without hurting her feelings, especially when, other things being equal, I’d have jumped at the chance? My hesitation was enough.

  “Well, I tried,” she said with a sigh.

  “It isn’t like that. I don’t want to never see you again. It’s just that I can’t.” I wailed. She looked away. I tried to calm myself. I’d get nowhere if all I did was whine. “Lorca, look at me,” I said calmly and firmly. She did, a look of surprise on her face. I took a deep breath. “Lorca, physically, you are my fantasy woman. Everything about you pushes every arousal button I possess. On top of that, you’re completely uninhibited in bed. I can’t tell you what a turn-on that is. You’re obviously much more experienced than I. Last night I felt you were the tutor and I the student. If it were possible I would study under you for a long, long time… pun intended. If things were different I would lock the door and throw away the key.

  “But things aren’t different. They are the way they are. The first thing is that I don’t understand you. I loved last night. You took me places I’d never imagined. But I don’t understand why. I can’t reconcile the cold, remote person you were in the morning with the unrestrained, loving person you were at night. Which is the real you?” She opened her mouth to speak. “No. Please let me finish. The other thing is that my heart is committed to another. Not one of you. It would do nobody any good to say who she was so I can’t tell you more. It’s possible I might feel the same about you in time but I can’t betray the trust we have. Would you think more or less of me if I abandoned my current lover for you?”

  Tears were falling silently from her eyes. “Shit, damn, fuck and a thousand other swearwords,” she said in a choked voice. “I can’t fight that. What’s more I can’t tell you about myself. All I can say is that I’m sorry. Mostly I’m sorry for me because I can’t have you. I wouldn’t even mind if I had to share but I suspect that's not possible. I think I’m sorry, too, for trying so hard and, maybe, muddying the waters. If I’d known you were committed, I wouldn’t have… never mind. As to which me is the real one, the answer is ‘both of them’. There are reasons for that. I told you some of them last night but there are more. I’m sorry but I can’t say more than that, at least for now. Maybe some day we’ll be able to sit down and I’ll be able to explain but, at the moment…” she shook her head sadly. “I won’t get in your way. I promise.”

  “Whatever you do, please don’t feel bad or guilty about anything last night. I probably should have said something but I didn’t anticipate… Whatever, you were wonderful, brilliant, marvellous, everything a man could desire and lot more besides. I don’t regret it and neither should you.”

  She sniffed loudly and swiped her tears with the back of her hand. She started to get up.

  “Where are you going?” I said.

  “To shower and dress. I’ll go as soon as I’m ready.”

  “Lorca Lhewlyn Dibhach, you stay right where you are. You’re not going anywhere until you positively have to. I’m not going to throw you out just because we can’t be together for eternity. What kind of barbarian do you think I am? I’m going to bring you breakfast in bed. I’m the one who needs to get up. Taragis has a bad habit of arriving when I’m not ready. Besides, I want to see his face when he sees you like this.”

  “You mean you don’t want me to even comb my hair.”

  “Please don’t. You look dishevelled, wanton and sexy. He’ll be green with envy.”

  “You’re evil.”

  I grinned. “Yup. So you stay right where you are. Any breakfast preferences?”

  “I’ll have what you’re having.”

  I showered and shaved and made a mental note to ask about that depilatory stuff Jarmasin had mentioned. The shower eased the stiffness in my muscles and I emerged feeling on top of the world. Somehow I, or we, had overcome a bad start, had a night of mind-blowing sex and passed a commitment crisis. She was a baffling woman; an enigma; a woman with secrets and, possibly, a past, yet I felt closer to her than anyone else except Flerrionna. Somehow I knew she would be a boon companion on a long space voyage… and not just for the sex.

  She giggled when I came back to the bedroom. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you had a well-fucked look.”

  “But you do know better and I have been well fucked.”

  We were almost finished breakfast when the door chimed.

  “That’ll be Taragis,” I announced.

  “How do you know?”

  “Well it’s not likely to be the postman.” I went to answer the door. “Come in, Taragis,” I said loudly. “It’s a lovely morning isn’t it?”

  “What are you so cheerful about?”

  “Nothing. Nothing. Just grateful for my good fortune and pleased to see you.”

  “You’re up to something.”

  “You wound me. How could you suggest such a thing?”

  Lorca chose that moment to make her entrance. She stumbled into the doorway, and leant against the doorpost as if she could hardly stand. Her hair was even more tangled than it had been and she had on a hotel robe that was fastened awry.

  “Thank the Goddess you’re here,” she cried, stretching a beseeching hand towards Taragis. “The man’s a monster. An absolute monster. Insatiable. I won’t walk properly for at least a month.”

  The look on Taragis’s face was priceless. He looked from one to the other as if he couldn’t believe his ears. I tried to maintain my smug look.

  “You mean you… he… you… he did…” he stammered. “But I thought… Crawford, I’d never have believed it of you.”

  I caught Lorca’s eye and couldn’t keep it up any longer. I started to smile, then laugh. That started Lorca off. As one of us would regai
n a semblance of control I’d look at her or she at me and that would start us both off again. It was some time before we managed to pull ourselves together and urge a po-faced Taragis onto the settee.

  “I’m sorry, Taragis,” I said contritely. “It was rather naughty of us but it was too good an opportunity to miss.”

  “I came expecting to find you sleeping on the settee,” he said stiffly.

  “I had the same expectations. How did you know?”

  “It was reported that you two were not on the friendliest of terms.”

  “Of course… our protectors. We weren’t.”

  “Then how…?”

  “We came to an understanding.”

  He looked from one smiling face to another. “Some understanding,” he sniffed.

  “We thought it worked out rather well.”

  “I’m still cross with you.”

  “Won’t you forgive us?” Lorca said, smiling winsomely.

  “I was concerned.”

  “We understand and appreciate it.”

  “I must have looked very silly.”

  “Very.”

  “I’m sure the security people will let you have a copy of the recording,” I said casually.

  “Security?” They said together.

  “Oh, yes. This room’s wired for sound. Vision, too, probably.”

  “Oh,” Lorca said, her face falling.

  “I’d forgotten that,” Taragis said.

  “Just the public rooms, I’ve been assured. My snoring is hardly a security risk.”

  She got the point. “Perhaps you snore in some secret code.”

  “I don’t snore.”

  “Don’t you?”

  “Well, if I do, it doesn’t matter. I’m generally asleep at the time.”

  “I’m glad to see you’re getting on better than yesterday,” Taragis interrupted sarcastically before our silly argument could go too far. I had seen the look in Lorca’s eye and realised that it would probably have ended up in bed.

  “We are, thank you.”

  “I’m sorry you were worried about us,” Lorca said. “You’re sweet. We’re sorry to have played a trick on you.”

  “Hmph. You hammed it up most convincingly. Was it worth it?”