Eros on a Ship to Nowhere (CLOSED)

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The "ship", and its living quarters, was huge by NASA standards, by American housing standards, minuscule. And, it would never move as much as a centimeter from the Arizona dessert on which it stood, let alone the 400 million + kilometers that the real vehicle would travel on its way to Mars and back. Nicknamed by its inhabitants as The Exercise - an obvious, and bad pun on the name of Captain Kirk's famous starship - it wasn't even a true replica of the real thing. It had no real functions, although it did have thousands of computer-simulated ones, and it was actually substantially larger than the real interplanetary vehicle that NASA would send to Mars 15 years hence. What it was, in fact, was a big psychological experimental apparatus designed to house 12 people for 18 months, three months short of the anticipated actual time for a round trip to the Red Planet.

Matthew Leonard, 31, single, and three years past earning his Ph.D. in geology signed on to this "mission", as did the 11 others, with the full knowledge that its purpose was to study how a group of people, largely unknown to each other, would fare cooped up in tight quarters for a year and half, often with long stretches of boredom with little to do. How would they form productive working relationships? What about rivalries or antagonistic relationships, or close friendships? Would cliques develop? These, and similar questions, had been made clear right at the beginning of the recruitment efforts for the mission. What Matthew and his fellow "crew" didn't know was that one of the main questions of interest to NASA's team of social scientists was what the men and women would do with their sexual desires and needs over such an extended period of time under the conditions in which none of the people had already existing romantic or sexual relationships with each other. How would they work out possible tensions or difficulties? Or, would they behave like over-sexed characters in a soap opera where sexual intrigue becomes the predominant theme in everyone's life?

At the moment, though, Matthew's thoughts were far from anything erotic. Sitting in his small cabin, just three hours into Day 1, he was full of the excitement of the adventure he had chosen, but anxious about his ability to survive what clearly would be an extraordinary ordeal. He was thankful that NASA had provided each person with their own private cabin, though just over two meters square with shard restrooms elsewhere. This was to be his home for 18 months. After three months of training, it now came down to this - the long ordeal. Matthew had particularly worried about his adjustments to living with 11 others. Since his break up two years ago with his girlfriend, Mandy, Matthew had been living alone, in his own apartment, interacting mostly with his coworkers at the earthquake research center where he had been working for several years. This was going to be quite a different experience!

The instructions from "mission control" (i.e., the NASA social scientists running the experiment) had been for each of the crew to just relax in their quarters for a couple of hours, prior to the initial all-crew meeting at which the 7 men and 5 women would begin their first daily schedule of duties for the shift to which they were assigned. Matthew left his cabin walking the short distance to the day room - that doubled as mess hall, lounge, and just about everything else - his mind full of the excitement of a young man off on an adventure.
 
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Diane Richmond 27, recently single, and 4 years into working as a Mechanical Engineer in a firm in Houston, Texas was ready to start her next big adventure. After working a few years in the industry, she heard about this volunteer opportunity for a behavior study, and felt it was the right thing to do. She had become bored with her desk job, mainly because she had been promised field work, but her employers were extremely sexist and felt that a woman would be better tasked behind a desk. Luckily with her outstanding GPA and research done in college, she had earned the placement on this team. Given, it wasn't actually a mission into space, it would give her an extreme advantage for a future mission like this and plenty of hands-on experience that she craved.

Diane flipped through one of the manuals that described her roles on board this 'vessel' so she knew exactly what she was getting into. It went into detail describing how there would be plenty of downtime and what there was offered to do. Sighing she closed the book and tossed it onto her bunk. Looking up at the clock on the wall, she realized that she had been locked up for a few hours. She knew that was part of the instructions, but she figured it had been long enough.

Looking in the tiny mirror by her bed, she made sure she was presentable and left her room, making her way to what she assumed was the main day room, that was described in the manual. She noticed someone else had had the same idea as her. Smiling she walked over to him.

"Hi," She said in a friendly way, excited to finally meet someone else. "I'm Diane." She introduced herself sticking out her hand to shake.
 
Matthew arrived at the day room just as the rest his 11 other team mates were filing in from their cabins. He recognized some of them from the various screening procedures and tests that they all had had to go through in order to be chosen from this project; others, he did not recognize. Matthew's attention was caught by the movement of someone approaching him from his left.

Hi, I'm Diane.

Here was someone he had not seen previously. Matthew took Diane's offered hand and returned the handshake. It was impossible not to notice Diane's obvious good looks, but what really struck Matthew was her friendliness. During the testing and screening sessions he had formed the impression that many of the applicants were a bit on the cold side - maybe because of the competitive nature of the selection process. Perhaps Diane was someone with whom he could form a friendship on this very long "voyage".

Matthew had, obviously, passed the tests and met whatever screening criteria the experimenters had in mind, but he was, in fact, a little shy when first meeting someone - woman or man. He knew this, and worked hard to get past awkward first meetings so that he didn't end up as the one left out of most social gatherings. He applied that effort now in this first meeting.

"Nice too meet you, Diane", Matt offered as he held their handshake just a little longer than would be necessary, and also while maintaining eye contact, "we'll certainly be seeing a lot of each other, so thanks for the warm 'Hello'". He ddn't quite know what else to say at the moment, but finally found some words. "Of course, we're going to have to attend to this meeting carefully, and there may already be some work tasks to get to immediately, but, if we can, let's find some time soon to chat for awhile." He quickly added, "Uh, if, of course, you would like to do so."
 
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Diane smiled as he shook her hand. He was pretty cute and seemed a little shy, so she figured she wouldn't force him out of his comfort zone just yet. They had plenty of time to get to know one another and she didn't want to come off as weird or imposing just yet.

"What is your name?" She asked him, figuring that would be a good start. She sat next to him and listened to what he said as he talked about the meetings and maybe hanging out. She smiled again, feeling like their personalities were compatible enough to become good friends.

"Yeah that sounds like a good idea. It's going to get weird in here after a few months, and getting to know each other makes a lot of sense."
 
What is your name?

"Damn", Matthew thought to himself, "I didn't even introduce myself. How lame." Despite his self-criticism, Diane's warm smile as she shook his hand elevated his spirits. Matthew laughed as he spoke, "Sorry...geez! Matthew. Matthew Leonard."

Matthew's spirits took another upswing as Diane accepted his invitation to get to know each other some. Using the time efficiently before the start of the formal presentation, he and Diane shared some facts about their lives and why they had each decided to join this project. Diane was a very good listener, Matthew noted. It was going to be good to have at least one friend with whom he could share his thoughts.

As the formal meeting began Matthew and Diane took their seats around the day room table, which had been nicely designed to comfortably seat the exact size of this crew. As he thought pleasantly about the prospect of becoming friends with Diane, another thought grew in Matthew's head: his new friend was pretty damn easy on his eyes as well.
 
Sophie Lawson, 24 walked into the room where the meeting was supposed to take place. There was a table about half filled with her fellow crew members, and they all looked at her as she entered the room. A half-cocked smiled appeared on her face. Sophie was used to commanding a room, and loved the different expressions she read on everyone's face as they took her in.

She stood about 6', was thin with just the right amount of 'womanly curves' to hook a guy in. Her long blonde hair was plaited in a thick braid that was pulled over her shoulder. Her grey eyes surveyed everyone in turn as she took her place at the table, her gaze resting on a cute bearded guy. She smiled at him, friendly, but with a hidden meaning behind her lips.
 
Matthew & Sophie

Matthew awoke in the middle of the night needing to use the restroom. As he waited for his body to wake up enough to move, a variety of thoughts floated through his mind. The crew was in the 11th week of the experiment and everyone was getting a little antsy. Being locked up in relatively cramped quarters with the same 12 people and with little to do for at least half of each day was beginning to wear on them. Matthew was very thankful for the friendship that had developed between him and Diane. They spent quiet time every day chatting, watching videos, playing cards, whatever. It wasn’t a romantic or sexual relationship; it likely worked because it was not that. True, Matthew realized, he increasingly found himself having erotic fantasies about Diane, but he suppressed them as best he could. He saw no signs of reciprocity.

Regarding Diane as only a platonic friend was not an index of lack of sexual interest. Matthew’s body was acutely aware that between his dry spell prior to joining the crew and his 11 weeks on board, he had gone without sex for months. To be sure he “flew solo” on numerous occasions, but it wasn’t the same. He was getting hungrier by the day, and not for food.

Summoning some energy Matthew dragged himself out of bed, walked out of his cabin, and started the trek down the hall to the restroom. As he approached the door to the second cabin from his, the one that belonged to Jorge Sanchez, Matthew stopped short. Emanating from that cabin was the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman in the throes of passion, and very energetic sex at that. The man’s voice was clearly Jorge’s; Matthew couldn’t identify the woman from the sounds of her loud moans. Matthew gave in to his prurient interests – and to his own growing arousal – and stepped a little closer to the door, turning slightly to face it so that he could listen with both ears. God, they were really going at it! As he listened to their exertions, he became so aroused himself that the tension was becoming unbearable.

Matthew’s sense of decency and the sexual frustration that was being stoked by the sounds of exuberant sex finally lead him to leave. Matthew turned sharply on his heels only to find himself face-to-face and only inches away from Sophie Lawson. The strained look on Sophie’s face matched Matthew’s emotions exactly.
 
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Sophie was finishing up a shower in the bathroom. This 'ship' was designed for efficiency so half of the crew shared one bathroom while the other half shared the bathroom closest to their dorms. They weren't separated by gender so it had taken some getting used to by all members of the crew. Each bathroom had two stalls with toilets and two stalls with showers. Sophie was the only one occupying this specific shower, and she reveled in her alone time. Throughout this past 11 weeks she had always had someone around her. Not that she minded the attention, she valued every time alone that she could find.

Stepping out of the shower in just a towel, she looked at herself in the full length mirror, the only one on the ship. Braiding her long wet hair, she heard something she hadn't heard before due to the sound of the water running. Was someone having sex?

Trying to suppress the feelings her body felt in response to such animalistic sounds, she realized how badly she had been wanting release with someone else. So far, she had just kept to herself with these matters, getting off quietly in her room after everyone went to sleep, and not making any blatant advances to any of the guys. But after realizing just how horny these people in the other room were making her, she would be glad to jump the bones of the next person she saw.

She had forgotten her sleeping clothes in her room, and didn't want to put her sweaty day-clothes back on. So Sophie left the bathroom and followed the small hallway to her room, the sound of fucking getting louder. Before she realized it, she was suddenly face-to-face with someone, who looked almost as guilty, and as turned on, as she was for overhearing the two love-birds going at it.

Sophie smiled nervously and let out a small laugh. She looked at Matthew, her cheeks flushed with either embarrassment mixed with the fact that she had just promised herself that she would make a move on the next person she saw. Matthew wasn't too bad on the eyes. He definitely wasn't her normal type, but if he had a dick, and knew how to pleasure her, she didn't care. The longer she looked at him, the more attractive he became, and her smile turned into one of a woman with a mission.

"They sound like they're having fun." She said, her voice at half-volume, so they wouldn't be overheard.
 
Matthew & Sophie

They sound like they're having fun.

Matthew's eyes ran up and down Sophie's towel-clad body, then locked onto her gaze. Before he saw Sophie, the sounds of Jorge and whomever fucking each other's brains out had whipped up his libido into high gear. Seeing Sophie scantily clad pushed his arousal into the stratosphere. Sophie's half-voiced allusion to sexual fun put him over the edge. He realized that he might be over-interpreting Sophie's message, but he risk was more then worth it, he concluded.

"I'd say they're having a great time", Matthew whispered, moving his lips close to Sophie's ear, "and there's no reason why they should be the only ones, don't you think?" With that, Matthew quickly cupped his hand behind Sophie's neck and pulled her firmly into a brief full-mouth kiss. Suddenly remembering that he hadn't completed his urgent restroom visit, Matthew pulled back, maintaining their locked gaze. "I need to use the restroom briefly", he explained. "When I finish shall I meet you in your cabin, or would you prefer that I host you in mine?"
 
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Sophie was surprised at how abrupt Matthew was. He had seemed like the quiet kid the whole time she'd known him. His eagerness behind the kiss was enough to get the fire inside of her going. Instinctively her hand moved to bury itself in his hair as she kissed him back.

Looking back at him, with an understanding that they both wanted this, she smiled a little at his words. "Actually, I think I left my toothbrush in the bathroom." She said knowing full well that she had it in her bag with her. She didn't think she could wait the extra seconds it took to walk back to either his room or hers. She was going to follow him to the bathroom.
 
Matthew & Sophie

Matthew hurried to the restroom, hoping to pee quickly and get back to hooking up with Sophie. So urgent was he to get on that it barely registered to him that she was following him to the same restroom. Matthew rushed into one of the two toilet stalls, instinctively letting the stall door close behind him. As quickly as he could, given his full erection, he did his business and left the toilet stall, only to find Sophie standing in the entry of one of the two shower stalls, wrapped loosely in the towel as before.

Matthew didn't need any more encouragement. With one quick move he slammed Sophie against the back wall of the shower, pinning her against the wall with the full weight of his body. With his hand again positioned behind her head, he protected her head from hitting the wall, but also pulled her back into a kiss as before. This time, though, he held back nothing, thrusting his tongue hungerily into her mouth. It took only a couple of quick jerks from Matthew's other hand to unloosen the towel to leave Sophie completely nude in his arms.
 
Sophie followed Matthew into the restroom. When he disappeared into one of the stalls, she set her things down on the shelf by the sink. She smiled and went to stand in the shower stall, figuring it had the most room for two people to be comfortable. She locked eyes on him when he emerged from the stall, matching his expression of lust and desire.

Sophie gasped softly as Matthew pressed her against the wall with a determined force. His hard, lean body pressed against her freshly washed and slender one. He was only an inch or so taller than her, which helped greatly for what they were about to do. She kissed him back with matching fervor, her tongue sliding along his to explore his mouth.

When her towel removed, the cold air made her nipples harden, pressing into his thin working shirt. Eager to explore his body, Sophie slid her hands between them and found the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and over his head, before going back down to remove his pants. She felt like a teenager again, trying to strip fast so they could get a quickie in before they were caught. When his clothes were discarded and thrown out of the stall along with her towel, she turned the water on to hopefully cover any sounds they made.
 
Matthew & Sophie

Sophie's ardent response pushed Matthew's lust to a higher level. He realized that he had no idea as to whether the two of them would begin a romantic relationship, have a series of hook-ups, or never have any further intimate contact. Or, one or both of them could have such morning-after regrets that their interpersonal relationship would be awkward or even tense for months to come. But, none of this mattered at the moment. What mattered was fucking Sophie, here, now, fast, and hard.

Matthew backed away from Sophie just far enough to allow her to tear off his clothes. Once finished, Matthew resumed the tight press of his body against Sophie against the wall, but this time they were both nude with Matthew's fully erect, hard cock pressed into her lower abdomen and with warm shower water drenching both of their bodies. Using his strong arms and slightly greater height Matthew grabbed Sophie's ass with both hands and slid her up the wet wall far enough that the head of his cock was pointed into her wet pussy. Matthew wiggled his hips slightly until his cock head popped into Sophie's waiting womanhood. He then gradually relaxed his arms allowing her to slide down the shaft of his cock.

Already beginning to moan with pleasure, Matthew released one of his hands to fondle Sophie's wet, naked breast. His mouth pressed to Sophie's ear Matthew gasped roughly, "OK, Sophie, show me what you've got."
 
Sophie's heart beat with excitement as she felt how hard and ready he was for her. She could feel her growing wetness as he lifted her up against the wall preparing to enter her. Her arms were around his neck for support and wrapped one leg loosely around his hip. She let out a pretty audible moan as she slid down onto his cock.

"Oh, GOD yes." She said, closing her eyes as she reveled in the feeling of finally being filled up. His rough hand grabbing at her breast made her bite her lip and moan some more.

OK, Sophie, show me what you've got. She looked him dead in the eye as she wrapped her other leg around his hip, bringing him closer and deeper inside of him as he pressed her against the wall. Unable to do much from her position, she wrapped a hand in his thick hair and pulled a little, hoping to fuel his desire. "Show me what you've got, cowboy."
 
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Show me what you've got, cowboy.

Sophie's hand pulling his hair and the taunt that she tossed back at him spurred Matthew much as would a rider digging his spurs into a horse. With both of Sophie's legs wrapped around her lover's hips her feet were no longer touching the floor, allowing Matthew to bend his knees with Sophie still riding on his hips. From that position Matthew lunged up, driving his swollen cock hard into Sophie's wet pussy.

Over and over Matthew repeated his lunges into Sophie's hungrily waiting body. He spun once slamming her against the adjacent shower stall wall. Then, with one particularly strong lunge and twist, propelled them out of the shower stall into the wall of the restroom.

By the time they rocketed out of the shower stall their moans were both far too loud to be covered by the sound of the running water. With what little breath he had left Matthew gasped, "What do you think of that cowgirl?", as he slammed his mouth onto Sophie's, only partially muffling her moans of ecstatic pleasure.
 
Sophie moaned with every thrust of his hard cock inside of her. She gasped a little and held onto him as he moved them around the bathroom, her back slamming against the bathroom wall. She was going to have bruises in the morning, but she didn't care. This felt so good.

What do you think of that cowgirl? Sophie gave him a look of approval and moans to go with it that were soon muffled by his mouth. She returned a leg to the floor, trying to regain her balance and pushed him off of her briefly.

Giving him a sly smile she turned around and bent over the bathroom counter over the sink. Looking at him through the mirror she gave him a look of pure desire, signalling her intentions.
 
Matthew & Sophie

Matthew instantly realized that he and Sophie were on the same page. Although they were both energetic in their shower stall encounter and notwithstanding their impulsive slamming from wall to wall, the logistics of the situation did not allow them to fuck each other as hard as they both obviously desired. Sophie had just made that possible. Matthew didn't hesitate to oblige.

Placing his hand firmly on Sophie's hips Matthew slide his well-lubricated cock into her wet, hot womanhood, pushing all the way in until his balls were pressed into Sophie's firm ass. Repositioning his feet for maximum effect, he teased Sophie by pulling back slowly until the head of his cock was nearly out of her. He paused, briefly, holding his breath. Then, with a loud grunt, "Now!", Matthew plunged hard, driving his cock the full length into Sophie's pussy. His rhythm was now established, except that his outstrokes were just as fast as his thrusts and there was no pause in between.

As he thrust Matthew clenched his teeth to avoid cumming before Sophie was ready. Through those clenched teeth Matthew nearly screamed, "Fuck me Sophie, make us both cum!"
 
"Oh fuck" Sophie said under her breath as he entered her from this new position, hitting all the right spots. Her hips met his in this frantic rhythm as they both were trying to reach the edge as fast as possible. There was something about this raw, animal fuck that really drove her on. She could feel her orgasms fast approaching.

"Fuck, I'm almost there!" She said, almost surprised at how fast this all happened. But she didn't care, she just want that sweet release, and Matthew's cock was about to give her exactly that. Her pussy walls tightened as her orgasm overtook her. She moaned it's arrival as she grabbed onto the counter top for support.
 
Fuck, I'm almost there!

Sophie's frantic hip thrusts matching his own and her statement that she was almost ready to cum drove Matthew to just short of the breaking point. Her pussy walls tightening on his cock pushed him over the edge.

Matthew exploded hard into Sophie as he felt the recurring waves of her intense orgasms, spasms racking his body as well. As his release occurred Matthew let out a loud moan that no doubt could be heard by anyone who was awake at the time.

As his body began to calm down Matthew didn't move, his still-hard cock planted firmly in Sophie as she lay bent over grabbing the counter for support. "Fuck!", thought Matthew, "that was really impulsive, but what great fun!" What might come of all of this, though, Matthew didn't have a clue.
 
Feeling him cum inside her was amazing. It had been a while since she had let that happen. Luckily, they had put all the females and males on a birth control so there wasn't a fear of accidental pregnancies. Sophie was still breathing heavily as Matthew regained his composure, remaining inside her.

"Yeah..." She said, a little out of breath, "You're a great fuck." She admitted truthfully.
 
Matthew sat side-by-side with Diane in his cabin as they each ate their pre-packaged dinners. This had become their custom. In the beginning they had eaten together in the day room, but they both discovered that they needed some privacy in what was otherwise a very communal environment. They often ate silently before easing into some friendly conversation.

It had been four days since Matthew and Sophie had unexpectedly and enthusiastically hooked up in the restroom. Since then the two had had no interactions with one another beyond those required for their work as a part of the crew. They had occasionally exchanged furtive glances, but Matthew didn't see these as an invitation from Sophie to reprise their performance. If she wished such, she didn't make her wish known.

Matthew didn't quite know what to think or what to do. Sophie's last words that night, "You're a great fuck", rang through his ears repeatedly, spurring memories that charged his libido. On the other hand, at no time did Matthew feel any romantic connection to Sophie, or, for that matter, any connection at all. Perhaps she felt the same.

Additionally, something seemed to have changed in his relationship with Diane. In part, Matthew knew, it was having an unshared secret. He didn't feel comfortable in telling Diane about his encounter with Sophe, particularly because it seemed like the women crew members were pretty tight with each other. But, it wasn't only this. Matthew had the distinct feeling that Diane had something that she was unwilling to share with him.
 
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Diane ate her dinner next to Matthew in his cabin, content to be slipping into a routine with him. They got along so well and this 'trip' didn't seem as boring or bad with him around. He had been acting a little weirdly these past few days, and she couldn't really tell what it was that was bothering him. She didn't press the matter because she figured he would tell her when he was comfortable.

She half-wondered if it was because of the rumors that were slipping around. A few people had coupled up to warm each others' beds at night to fight off the loneliness that plagued them all. Before this had become a normal thing, the sexual tension throughout the ship was almost unbearable. But now, everyone seemed more at ease and relaxed, after getting regular stress-release.

Diane had caught the eye of one guy about a week ago. He was really cute, and although they didn't have much in common to talk about, he really knew how to take care of her needs as long as she helped him with his...
 
Jason Kuder, 28, was the medic for the crew. He was well-suited for the job. He worked his way through the mechanical engineering curriculum at Drexel University by working part time as an EMT for the Philadelphia Fire Department. After college, he spent four years as a Navy medic, serving half that time aboard ship. He understood well the physical and psychological tensions that exist when a bunch of healthy, young adults share close quarters for long periods of time.

Jason could feel the sexual tension building up in both himself and his crew mates. He needed some relief, and found it quite delightfully through his work. A little over a week ago in the late afternoon Diane Richmond sought him out complaining of sinus congestion. Luckily, the ship's stores included an ample supply of Sudafed, which Jason prescribed and provided. Quoting the warning on the package, Jason informed Diane that Sudafed tends to raise the patient's blood pressure. With a glint in his eye he invited her to visit his cabin at 10:00 pm for a blood pressure check, an offer which she gladly accepted. Jason barely got the blood pressure cuff off of Diane's sleeve before they were entwined in each other's arms and falling down on Jason's bunk.

Since their initial encounter Diane presented herself precisely at 10:00 pm every other day at Jason's door. Why it was every other day rather than some other pattern neither of them knew, nor did they bother to ask. It was just too much fun. Diane would knock, Jason would invite her in, amid adolescent snickering and laughter from both parties Diane would say, "I'm here for my blood pressure check". Beyond the standard introduction, things got pretty creative.

Jason sat on his bunk, practicing his deep breathing, trying to be centered and calm. It was 9:58 pm.

[knock, knock]

"Come in", Jason cooed with pretend calmness, knowing that his systoic blood pressure was rising even as the pants to his standard-issue uniform were becoming suddenly uncomfortably tight.
 
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Diane couldn't believe she was doing this yet again. Was she drawn to the thrill? The secrecy? The raw, pure sex that fulfilled their base desire and nothing more? Dr. Kuder was an unusual blessing on this ship, and he always seemed to know the right medicine to give.

She knocked on the door twice, like usual, keeping a calm demeanor and acting like this was nothing more than a routine blood pressure check. Diane heard Jason's voice telling her to come in, like any doctor would his patient.

Entering the living quarters she smiled over at Jason, who was sitting on his bunk, calm and collected. There was something about the way he carried himself that would never give hint to what was about to unfold. And Diane easily followed suit.

"Good evening, Dr. Kuder." She smiled in her friendly way that she bestowed to everyone on board. "I'm here for my blood pressure check." She repeated like she had every time.
 
Jason and Diane

Jason was always amused when Diane or any of the other crew referred to him as "Dr.", since they all knew that he wasn't a physician. Still, he had some of the stature of a doctor; he wondered if Diane's sexual attraction to him was at all related to that stature. "Probably not", Jason thought to himself, "our encounters seem to be almost purely physical."

But, even so-called purely physical relationships don't necessarily have to just be slam bang. Such encounters could be more subtle, and Jason decided to break tradition and proceed more slowly.

Without saying a word Jason stood and walked to face Diane, slowly moved his hands to the bottom of the T-shirt that she was wearing, and slid it up over her head. Ordinarily, he would have quickly begun to fondle Diane's beautiful, full breasts, but, instead, he doffed his own top, and guided her to lie face down on his bunk. Sitting upright and straddling her ass, Jason began to give Diane a deep back rub, beginning at her shoulders and moving slowly, but deliberately down her body.

"Diane," Jason said softly as he continued his massage, "we're on a ship to nowhere, we have plenty of time."
 
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