S.P.A.R.

by Debi Wilder

  "Is anything wrong? You seem a little on the edge."

  "Really, Im fine, just a little tired is all.” Pushing the tray toward him, she slid to the end of the counter away from his heat.

  "Why dont you finish up here then and meet me back at my apartment? A glass of wine would be good for you right now ... make you relax a bit.” Stu picked up the tray, then tapped John Three on the shoulder.

  "Ill think about it. Night, Stu."

  "See you later then, Re. Ill have dinner waiting for you.” Stu walked toward the door, a specimen tray in hand and spermdroid in tow.

  He paused for a moment. “Happy birthday, Re.” Stu then slipped through the doorway and out of her sight without another word.

  Chapter 2

  For what seemed like the hundredth time, Stu glanced at the digital built-in wall clock. Pacing the floor of his living room, he listened to the silence, hating the empty sound of it surrounding him. The sweet aroma of Crushed Almond Salmon filtering from the kitchen reminded him that if Re didnt show up soon, hed be eating fish for the next few days.

  The dining room table hosted his parents best china and crystal with silver flatware alongside the bone white dinner plates. Two blood red tapers in silver candlesticks stood waiting to shed glowing wicks on the room.

  A red metallic package sat on the dinner plate where Re would be sitting. The gift would be the first step toward her sexual liberation. He didnt know exactly what it contained, only that it was the first of many learning tools passed on to Re from her parents. He suspected the gifts were much the same as his had been when hed turned thirty.

  Would she accept them, or use the contraband against him? Hed rather she used the techniques demonstrated on the pages on him more than anything else.

  "Reola Clark” the computerized identification door to his quarters announced as it slid open without a sound.

  Re stepped through the gleaming doorway. Her hair hung in loose waves past her shoulders and the black one-piece jump suit hugged the curves of her body. A silver chain circled her waist, the angle accenting her hourglass figure.

  Stu took a deep breath and moved into the main room of his quarters. “Glad to see you could make it, Re.” The hardness between his legs grew with fire and intensity.

  "Smells good, Stu."

  "The fish, or me?” He came close enough to wrap her in his arms. Close enough for her to see his raw desire for her if shed only lower her eyes, but she wouldnt. She didnt know what to look for, or what the throbbing bulge meant in the first place. Or what the ache of desire felt like, but she would soon enough.

  Re stepped around him, tossing her access badge on one of the sofa end tables. “You did shower, didnt you?"

  "Are you offering to assist if I hadnt?"

  Re sent him a look that burned right through him. If only she knew that sensual look sent waves shooting through him, causing his manhood to twitch and strain further against its encasement.

  Re walked into the dining room, the firmness of her backside flexing at him like a beacon in the night. Stu sighed inwardly and held his breath a moment to take control of his body.

  "Smells like somethings burning, Stu."

  "Shit!” He raced into the kitchen and threw open the oven door. “Not a total loss, a little brown around the edges but still edible."

  He pulled the glass container from the heat taking it straight to the table where Re sat looking at the package on her plate.

  "That can wait, Re. Weve got to eat now.” He returned to the kitchen and retrieved the entrées keeping warm in the microwave.

  Stay calm, take a deep breath and get it started. Theres a promise to be fulfilled, slow and easy. He lit the candles and flipped off the lights. The room silhouetted in shadows, a sensual veil draped over them as music played softly in the background.

  * * * *

  Res hands shook and her heart hammered so hard against her chest she could hardly breathe. Slipping a finger under the wax seal resembling the Ying Yang sign, she popped open the envelope, pulled the yellowed note from its hiding place and read the scrolled words out loud.

  "Happy Birthday, Reola. Todays the day you turn thirty. Im sorry we couldnt be there to celebrate with you. By now, youve found the key, havent you? We know you have, Stus kept his promise. Dont be afraid, little one. You have the ability to unlock your secret doors. Trust Stu, hell be there to guide you. Love, Mommy and Daddy."

  Re slipped her hand into her pant pocket and pulled out the key shed found earlier in the day. As it had done before, it warmed to her touch.

  She held the key up to Stu. “What is this, Stu? A setup to test my loyalty?"

  "Its a key, Re. A key that opens all the wonders your parents and mine want us to know and experience for ourselves. They want you and me to share what they shared. Something so spectacular and fulfilling that World Law doesnt want the population to know about it.” Stu stood over Re, examining her movements. It made her nervous with him standing like a sentinel over her. For as long as she could remember, hed never been far from her side.

  The warmth of his nearness traveled down her spine and took claim in her private regions. He leaned down and placed his hand over hers, igniting a heated throb between her legs. The sensation excited and scared her at the same time.

  "I know its a key. I can plainly see that. Whats this note about?” She shoved the paper in his face, her anger and curiosity getting the better of her. “Another plant, Stu? Are you working undercover and Im on the list?"

  "Undercover? Youve got to be kidding me.” Stu took a deep breath and stepped away from her. “Its a note from your parents, Re. You were very young when they were sent away."

  "They died while I was in the uterdroid, Stu. Thats what my official papers say."

  "Theyre falsified, Re. Its what S.P.A.R. does when one of its own strays over the line of World Law. I was lucky enough to have been a few years older than you when they took both our parents away. But not before Mother and Father gave me an envelope not to open until I was thirty.” Stu ran his hand through his hair.

  "In that envelope was a note very similar to yours. The difference being that it held a key. That key, Re. It was to be passed to you on your thirtieth birthday, which is today."

  Re rubbed the metal object between her forefinger and thumb. Could what Stu said be the truth? It would be suicide to even entertain such thoughts, let alone believe them. S.P.A.R. had been her home and her only way of life for as long as she remembered. Shed been taken care of and trained to uphold the laws of the World Government or risk being banished.

  "Our parents were the last humans who could actually have sex."

  "Have sex?” Her mind raced through the lessons shed learned about human life before hers. She didnt recall anything regarding sex and its meaning.

  "Sex, the joining of the male organ and female organ. The result is pleasurable and exciting. People of past generations used the act as a show of love for their mate and to recreate the species."

  "I remember the lessons on what primitive life was like then, but not on how recreation was accomplished."

  "The act of sex between a man and a woman was sometimes used only for pleasure, and not always with the same person."

  The words went into her mind, their meaning totally escaping her. Sex, the joining of the male penis into the female vagina? If the human male penis was the same size as that of the spermdroids, well such an object couldnt fit into the small channel of a woman. It was ... unthinkable!

  "Stu, are you sure these notes were really from our parents and its not a setup by security?"

  "God, Re. I saw my father write the note and my mother put it in the envelope just hours before they were taken away. Your parents were right there with them, as they always were. They were best friends.” Stu stomped across the room and stood over her once again.

  "Im sorry. I didnt mean to imply. Youve been talking about this little fantasy of yours so long, you believe it, Stu."

  "Yes
, you did. Always the cautious one. Always afraid of feeling what you were meant to feel.” She truly didnt mean to ruin dinner. How could she believe what he tried to tell her? She needed more evidence, then shed make her final assessment.

  The fury in his eyes wasnt full-blown, but it smoldered just below the boiling point. She didnt want him mad at her. They were like brother and sister, yet not. Damn it was hard to feel this way, but she couldnt help it. She did play life cautiously and by the rules, a fact that Stu teased her about often. He wasnt teasing now. He was downright pissed.

  "What Im meant to feel is to be safe and secure. To find a partner, qualify for pollination and pick the spermdroid and uterdroid who would create and nurture the child."

  "A child made of synthetic sperm and eggs, Re. A being that looks human, feels human on the outside, but has none of the warmth and feelings that you do."

  * * * *

  Stu knew shed be tough to convince that what shed learn tonight was the truth. Why did she always have to doubt everything from the past? Didnt she realize their past could be their future, if shed only open up to the possibilities? Ever since she could understand things, shed been what their parents referred to as “a doubting Thomas". Now it was up to him, and others like them who lived secretly as he did, to change her ideals. He had her here and wasnt about to go back on his word to his parents. The first step was taken; all he could do was forge ahead.

  "Re, open the box. I know your mother wanted it to be your first gift.” Stu held his breath as she put the card down, then slipped her finger under the taped ribbon bow.

  "If this has anything to do with the nonsense youve been talking about, Im gonna throw it at you,” she warned.

  "Believe me, Re. This is from your parents, just like the card says. Ive been holding it for you all these years.” Stu felt the years of frustration flood his body. He had to get away from the table or suffer the consequences of a failed attempt to get things aligned. He picked up the platter of half-eaten salmon, returning it to the kitchen.

  This isnt going to be easy. Ive had years to plan this moment and always thought it would come naturally ... that shed believe what I told her. Theyve got her so brainwashed she cant even realize how different she is from the others. He placed the platter on the counter, sighed heavily and returned to the dining room to find Re fiddling with the still unopened ribboned box.

  "Youre sure about this?” She looked to him for reassurance and a hint of curiosity in her eye.

  "Ive never lied to you, Re. This is far too important for me to start now.” He pulled a chair closer and placed a hand on hers. Maybe, just maybe shell finally pull that damn ribbon to open the box.

  Re took a deep breath, “Okay, here goes."

  She pulled the ribbon and untied the bow, releasing the top of the box slightly. Slowly, she lifted the cover to find two objects wrapped in silver paper. One was rectangular and about an inch thick. The other was squarer, thinner in width.

  "Geez, Stu. How long before I get the so-called gifts from my parents?” She asked, placing each package side-by-side on the table.

  "Open the right one first, Re. It has the number one on it."

  "Very funny.” She ripped open an end and pulled the paper off completely. “What is this, Stu?” Re turned the black rectangle over from end to end.

  "Its a DVD disc. There must be something on it your parents want you to see."

  "A DVD? Isnt this contraband?"

  "Only if you get caught,” he joked, walking over to a closet. If they were going to take a look, hed have to get the player hooked up and ready to go.

  "Very funny. This is serious, Stu. If you, we, get caught, you know whatll happen. Banishment for all time. Im not about..."

  "Okay, okay. No more jokes.” He reached into the dark closet pulling out a square piece of electronic equipment.

  "More contraband. Where did you get that? On second thought, I dont want to know. If World Law ever searched your quarters, youd be toast."

  He ignored her remark and set up the disc player in the living room. “Bring that DVD in here, Re. Weve got to see whats on it."

  Re handed him the disc as she took a seat next to him on the couch. His hand lingered on hers sending a current of lust through his loins. Whatever was on the disc had better be good, because he wasnt sure what hed do next to convince her she was a purebred human.

  Stu slipped the DVD on the tray, returned to his seat beside Re and waited for it to start. Re took his hand and squeezed it when the film revealed a hospital room. A woman lay on her back in a prone position with a sheet draped over her knees. A doctor sat on a stool at the foot of the table.

  "Hi, sweetheart. Your mother and I want you to see how you came into the world. In just a few minutes, your motherll give birth to you..."

  "Shut it off, Stu!” Tears streaming down her cheeks, Re covered her face.

  "You look just like her.” Stu said as the video became silent.

  "Her? You mean that woman who that man says is my mother? You cant even see her face, Stu."

  "She is your mother, Re. I have a feeling theres more than just your birth on this taping. Dont you want to find out, or do you want to go through the rest of your life wondering if its true or not?"

  Sniffling, she only looked at him and nodded her head. Stu pushed a button on the remote and the video came to life again. They watched in silence at the birth of a beautiful baby girl whom they now knew as Reola Clark. A full-blooded human who had grown inside a real live woman, not a uterdroid like she was led to believe.

  "I know this has been a shock to you, Re. Youll find a special gift from me to you in the box. Itll help you to understand how to discover yourself and the sexuality that makes being human so glorious. Happy Birthday, Reola.” The woman, her mother, held a wet and messy looking girl child.

  The woman kissed the baby girl and the video ended.

  Chapter 3

  Re traced the gold lettering imprinted on the spine of the tattered red book. Two hundred and three ways indeed. She didnt even know there was one way to please a man; to drive him wild as the title suggested. Why in the world would anyone want a wild man around? Normal men are hard enough to understand and control.

  Randomly opening the book, Re silently read the first words she saw. “Youve got to be kidding! People actually suck a mans penis with ice in their mouth?” What kind of sick person would do that? What does a “real” penis look like? Is it smooth and rubbery like Andrew Fives?

  "Now that sounds interesting,” Stu chuckled moving closer to her. “Let me see that book, Re.” His words fell upon her neck scorching her skin. The heat rushed into her core leaving behind moisture warming her panties. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch cushion.

  She stood and dropped the book in his lap. “Gladly. I want nothing to do with it or driving a man wild in bed or anywhere else for that matter.” If the rest of it was as disgusting as sucking a penis, she wanted no part of it. If really true, why did her body react as it did? She didnt have a clue what was happening, although she suspected it had something to do with the tape and the woman on it.

  The woman on the recording couldnt possibly be her mother. This whole thing had to be a setup to test her loyalty; it was the only explanation she could think of. It was the only one that kept her stomach from quivering.

  "Lets see what other goodies are written in here.” Stu flipped open another page of the forbidden book. “Mmm, delicious. Absolutely delicious. Re, let me read number one hundred and twelve to you."

  "Dont you dare read another word from that thing. Its a trap, Stu.” Re imagined her words fell upon deaf ears. She knew hed read the entire book out loud if she didnt stop him.

  Stu flipped to a new page, scanning it before reciting the printed words. “Number eighty suggests that if you have long hair, which you do, to wrap it around the penis then brush it across the genitals."

  "If you think for one minute that Id do something like that with my hair, youve
gone completely off your rocker.” Re sucked in a breath. Whats happening to me? My panties feel like theyre dripping with moisture. A hot slickness filled with a pleasurable ache.

  "Ah come on. Sure you wouldnt care to try it out?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

  His gaze, hot and lustful, sent another surge of burning liquid silver through her. The twitching heat pulsed deeper inside, giving her a feeling shed never experienced before. The quivering of her clit increased until the heat of moisture subsided. She gasped, certain her embarrassment reflected in the warmth of her cheeks and uncertain as to what just happened.

  How could he even suggest such a thing? Did he really believe shed do something so disgusting? She couldnt imagine what other revolting acts that little red book held.

  Whatever they were, Stu had become mesmerized by them. He flipped page after page making little noises ranging from a moan to a chuckle.

  Enough is enough. She reached for the book. “Give me that before you give yourself an anxiety attack of some kind."

  Stu snapped the book shut. “Just one more, I like the way your eyes cloud over with passion."

  "And what would you know about passion?” She tried again to snatch the book from his hand, but he pulled it just out of her reach.

  "More than you know, Re, thats for sure.” Stu continued to flip through the book, stopping here and there to look over the page.

  Impatiently, Re stood in front of him as he nonchalantly read the pages. The wild beating of her heart could only mean that she didnt appreciate his taking over.

  She wasnt sure why she wanted the darn book back. The gift may be her only link to her parents, if those people on the DVD really were her parents.

  * * * *

  With one eye on the page and the other on Re, Stu kept going through book. With each excerpt he read she grew more excited, it was evidenced in the way her eyes fired up with lust.