Moon Base One : Episode 1 - The Moonseed

[Vibro repairman]

The Moon Buggy traversed the terrain with ease, each large two meter tall wheel with independant suspension. Dominic Saunders was making a routine inspection around the outskirts of Moon Base One, and was getting quite proficient behind the control stick of one of the bases rovers. There were two mining operations near the base, and for security reasons he had to check for any outward placed explosives on the bases structures. Even on the moon, despite the high security on Earth, terrorists could cause drastic damage, and due to the extremes of the enviroment mine workers were rotated every three months.

"Saunders to Control. Sector Six clear, thats the last. Everything A-OK. Coming back to hanger. Over," he said into his comm mic.

He'd shuttled up just four months ago, and was finding the task of Security Chief demanding but satisfying work. So far, everything had run smoothly, but he wasn't one to relax if the job seemed easy. Up here, a small mistake could easily cost a life, or lives.

 

[Tvayumat]

Brent Delacroix

Brent was alone in the vehicle control center tower, he had spent the past hour playing "Super Turkey Puncher 3" on the command terminal, it hadn't been hard to overcome the productivity controls. He finished the latest bout of repetitive bird-slapping when a com message came in.

"Saunders to Control. Sector Six clear, thats the last. Everything A-OK. Coming back to hanger. Over"

He tapped a few commands into the terminal and hit the transmission key.

"Control reads you loud and clear, Saunders. Buggy hangar pressure is equalizing, airlock open, ready for arrival. Over."

He checked his chrono, 1240, twenty minutes left in his shift, he had to get to the shuttle dock by 1330 to oversee the discreet transfer of some cargo containers. He sighed and went back to his game.

 

[StagedFright]

"Yes, yes! Oh fuck yes!" Dr. Monica Van Heussen's nimble body was currently gyrating on top of Technician First Class Trent Marshall. She was positioned on top of him on an isolated exam table and was currently riding him for all he was worth.

"Oh fuck Doctor, I'm cumming" He yelled as his hands fell to her hips and began increasing the speed of their sex. She sighed to herself as he said this and began grinding her hips with every thrust, increasing the pressure on her g spot

"Oh yes, oh god, oh yes" she moaned as her orgasm over took her, almost seconds afterwards Marshall had climaxed inside her, grunting as he did so. Monica slumped forward onto him, out of breath

"Well, Technician First Class, I'd say you're in perfect health" she giggled as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks. And to think I used to be afraid of going to the doctor" He panted back

"Well, make sure you come back for regular physicals" She smiled as she climbed off him and began pulling her uniform back on. It was only 1240 and she still had an hour before her shift was over. She headed for the Medical Bay shower and took a quick one before heading back to the hospital. In the shower Monica grumbled to her self. There were so few women on station that every time she did get with a guy they were finished just as she was getting started. Out of the shower and into a fresh uniform she went back to the nurses station

"I'm finished with Marshall nurse, are there any more appointments today?" she asked the nurse on duty

"None, Doctor"

"Fine, I'll be in my office doing some paperwork then"

 

[Alerdene]

Rialle walked through the empty corridor, her boots clicking with every step, her short skirt swishing around her playfully with every move.

There was a lightness in her step, an excited light shining in her eyes. This was it. Her chance to show them she could handle herself in a position of command. She'd been here less then a week, but was beginning to feel at home in the corridors and rooms of the dome.

She pressed her palm against the sensor outside her quarters and watched with a smile as the door slid open silently, admitting her, the lights coming on when the pressure from her foot triggered their sensors.

The door sliding shut behind her, she sunk down onto the couch and hit the button that would replay any messages left on her communicator, which she'd had turned off for awhile.

Frowning as she listened to a nurse explaining that her bloodwork had gotten lost and could she please come to the medical office at her convenience to have some drawn so they could rework it. They knew everything was fine or they wouldn't have sent her, but she supposed protocol was protocol. Though she'd hoped to avoid such a thing as needles by having her previous workup sent up.

She'd have to be sure and be relaxed when she went, so the needled wouldn't send her off like the tiny pinprick usually was prone too. Standing and stretching, the tight uniform moving with her as a second skin, she walked back out, the lights turning off automatically as she exited, heading for the dining hall. She hadn't had lunch yet and could feel the beginnings of a rumble starting in her belly.

 

[StagedFright]

Dr. Van Heussen went about her work but as the station had an impeccable safety record there wasn't even much to do. She'd have to talk to Delacroix about the high intesnity scanner that had yet to arrive but other than that there was almost nothing to do. She tapped her communicator

"Nurse, I'm going to grab a bite to eat. Be sure to contact me if anything at all comes up" she said as she organized her desk

"Yes doctor" came the reply of the nurse. Soon Monica was leaving through the mechanical doors and walking down the well lit hallway. She was slowly getting used to life on the station. She missed the wide open spaces and the sky of earth but there was a charm to the clean, orderly base that the young doctor could appreciate. She caught the eye of a another crewmember as she walked towards the dining hall

Besides, she thought, the uniform definitely shows off my best assets. As she walked into the spartan dining hall and caught glimpse at the few people there. There was a table of mechanics, a table of security personnel and, in the corner, sat Rialle the second in command of the base. Grabbing her salad, Monica approached the silver haired woman.

"Hi commander. Mind if I join you?" She asked as she sat down. As two of the few women on board the Doctor had gotten to know Rialle on her very first day here. She seemed very bubbly and personable.

"Did you get the message about needing your bloodwork?"

 

[Alerdene]

She glanced up as she heard a feminine voice and smiled brightly as she set the bottle of water down she'd been about to drink from. It was Monica, or she supposed, she should be thinking of her as Dr. Van Heussen, but with relatively few females here, she had a hard time staying as professional as perhaps she should. The woman had approached her the first day Rialle had gotten there and been extremely helpful and friendly, which she wouldn't forget.

Please sit.

Did you get the message about needing your bloodwork?

She groaned as she picked up a cracker from the salad she'd been nibbling on, wrinkling her nose at the other woman.

I did. But can't we just sort of... forget it?

She chuckled at the look of feigned horror on Monica's face and shook her head in resignation.

No no, I guess that wouldn't do at all. Alright, I'll stop in later today if you're not busy then. I just have this thing about needles.

She stopped there, not feeling quite comfortable enough to continue, preferring instead to let Monica think she was merely squeamish about having her skin poked.

They ate and joked some, chatting about nothing in particular, her eyes travelling over the various men that wandered in and out, wondering what most of them were like. She hadn't really had much of a chance to sit and talk with most, as her time was taken up with various meetings getting her up to speed with different activities going on.


So Monica... Dr. Van Heussen,

A wry grin was on her face as she spoke,

What do the women up here do for fun as I notice it's pretty much a male populated center.

 

[StagedFright]

Monica sat down and began chatting with Rialle.

"I did. But can't we just sort of... forget it?" the assistant commander had said. Monica faked a look of shock and horror.

"Not doing things by the book? What Moon base do you think you're on?" she laughed

"No no, I guess that wouldn't do at all. Alright, I'll stop in later today if you're not busy then. I just have this thing about needles." Rialle said with a slightly nervous look on her face. Monica laughed as she began picking at her food.

"Not to worry, it's just a tiny little sting. It's over before you can even say ow."

After that the chat turned to life on the base and Monica noticed Rialle's attention distracted often by the men who came into the dining hall. The truth was that the one thing the base had in abundance was cute, fit military men.

"So Monica... Dr. Van Heussen, " Rialle said as a smile broke out on her full lips "What do the women up here do for fun as I notice it's pretty much a male populated center."

"First of all, it's Monica." She smiled back. She could tell she and Rialle were going to be close

"Fun, eh? Fun is kind of a four letter word here on the base. " Monica noticed Rialle's eyes as they followed a guy around the room. She turned her head to notice another good looking muscular guy getting some food. "And I think you've already noticed what I like to do here on the base for fun"

"But there's not a whole lot else. There's a bar, which is great for a girl if she wants thirty guys to buy her a drink at once, and a gym which I was planning to hit after I got off work together if you're interested." she shrugged as she finished. Truth was there wasn't much to do on base outside of work.

"Now, I'm about to go back to the hospital and you're going to come with me, fraidy-cat, and I'll have your blood and you'll be done with it."

 

[Tvayumat]

Brent Delacroix

Brent stood tapping his foot on the composite floor, this plastic crap just didn't make as satisfying an irritated tapping as good ol steel did. Finally the rear hatch of the shuttle opened, and three men in dark clothing stepped out. He glanced around again, this bay was empty, the surveillance equipment set on a recording loop.

"We don't have all day, get to unloading!"

He looked over the shipment as they unloaded three large, black plastic crates.

"I was told to expect four."

One of the men looked over at him, ponderously chewing on a cigar stub.

"We got three, payment's the same, don't worry about it."

"Fine then, I'll get someone down here to stow these until the pickup gets here, a pleasure doin business with ya."

He turned on a heel and left the bay, making his way up to the control box, he waited for the shuttle to leave then reactivated the recording equipment. Picking up his PDA he tapped in a few numbers, payment received, job well done. A small email alert indicated popped up, so he checked it out. Oooooh boy, he was late for his innoculations, naturally. He decided to hit the hospital and then get to his rack, he was sure he could find some way to amuse himself until "night time". After a short walk he found himself in the reception area of the med bay, doc was out, naturally, but expected back soon. He kicked back in a cheap plastic chair and settled into a nice game of Super Turbo Turkey Puncher 3 on his PDA.

 

[Alerdene]

Fun, eh? Fun is kind of a four letter word here on the base. And I think you've already noticed what I like to do here on the base for fun.

Her eyebrow arched as her gaze returned to Monica's and a musical laugh came from her mouth.

Ahhhh, well I'll keep that in mind, it's certainly good to know. And they do provide a nice distraction, that's for sure.

She laughed again as she finished her salad and spun the top onto her bottle of water. They made plans to meet at the gym later and she stood, wrinkling her nose again at the next comment.

Now, I'm about to go back to the hospital and you're going to come with me, fraidy-cat, and I'll have your blood and you'll be done with it.

Fine, fine, let's get it over with. You're right, I might 'forget' to come in later.

She laughed as she followed the young doctor back to the medical bay, following her in the sliding door and nodding to the man who was there waiting already, playing some sort of game from the appearance.

Her hand came up and she smiled brightly as she looked from him to Monica.

Ohh look, you have a real patient, why don't you take care of him and I'll come back later?

At the stern look Monica threw her, she sank into a chair and laughed.

Or I can just wait, that'd be better I bet.

 

[StagedFright]

Monica smiled as she made her way back to the hospital. She was looking forward to life on the moon base but it was a lonely one. Having good friends would make it a far more bearable life.
As they entered the medical bay, Monica took note of the tall blonde man sitting in her waiting room. She recognized him as Brent Delacroix, one of the many crewmen she'd seen to. Delacroix was supposed to have seen her yesterday for innoculations but had missed the appointment. The sight of him was a relief to the brunette Doctor.

"Ohh look, you have a real patient, why don't you take care of him and I'll come back later? " Rialle had laughed as they walked in. Monica shot her a stern look that let her know that was not an option.

"Or I can just wait, that'd be better I bet." Rialle laughed. With that Monica laughed too. The commander must really have a problem with needles. She turned her attention to the shuttle pilot

"and you Mr. Delacroix, you can follow me." She said as she turned and walked into one of the many exam rooms. As Delacroix followed her she turned again to Rialle

"and you better stay put. You may be second in command of the base but I'm still the Doctor. I can have you quarantined to your quarters. You may be carrying all kinds of disease" she smiled as she focused her attention back to Delacroix. She pulled up a seat next to the exam table and crossed her legs as she sat. She brought up Delacroix's medical history on her PDA and tapped the intercom.

"Nurse, could you please bring all neccesary innoculations for Delacroix, Brent." She then turned to Delacroix looking very stern

"Mr. Delacroix, as I'm sure you're aware, we have routine mandatory innoculations for a reason. This is a closed environment. If one person gets a disease, everyone gets it. If you get it and we're all innoculated, the virus can mutate, rendering all innoculations futile. This is why missing an appointment with me is unacceptable, okay?"

 

[Tvayumat]

Brent Delacroix

"Yes, mommy"

He did his best to make fun of her scolding lecture. He set himself down in the exam chair with a thump and slipped his PDA into his pocket.

"I know how... personally... you take your appointments, Doctor."

He smiled at her and pulled the sleeve of his uniform up to his shoulder, his pale but well toned bicep flexing.

 

[LatinLady]

Amanda Carter

I was having the most amazing dream. I was in the jungles of Brazil with my ex and we were in the lagoon of a waterfall having the most amazing sex. I woke up just when it was getting good and looked at the time device on the wall in my quarters, I still had a couple of hours before my shift and I can't sleep anymore. I am now completely wound up .. "Damnit!" I get up and get dressed, deciding to head out for a walk. I find myself headed for the buggy garage. One of the mechanics was bound to be looking for a little 'diversion'

I come into the garage and spot one of the buggies outside in the compression chamber. Someone must be on the way in or out. I may as well wait and see which it is.

 

[Vibro repairman]

Moon Buggy parked, the garage doors slid shut and the bay was repressurized in a few minutes. Artificial gravity plating beneath the floors kept Moon Base Ones gravity at about 96% of that of Earth's, and Dominic clambered out of the rovers cockpit. For safety reasons, he wore a space suit, and it took a few moments to unlock the helmet from the collar rim.

Glancing around, he noted he wasn't alone in the garage. "Ah, Carter isn't it?" he said, "Give me a hand getting out of this darn thing would you?"

The suit was quite heavy in 'normal' gravity but the security chief was fit and he moved over to the space suit gear racks, the thick-lined metal soled boots clanking against the floor.

 

[Alerdene]

She sat in the waiting room fidgeting as the two disappeared. Normally she'd just have gotten up and walked out, however Monica's joking remark stuck with her. She really could quarantine her if she wanted to, though that would be a bit drastic in this situation.

Forcing herself to sit there, she took out the small PDA that had been provided and typed in Delacroix, Brent. Crossing her legs, she skimmed his file, an eyebrow arching here or there at a comment, but finally shutting it down and fidgeting with her manicured nails.

She wondered about the wiseness of making a promise to go work out not too long after her bloodwork. She only wished she were scared of needles, how much easier that would be. Likely the only place she'd be headed after the shot would be a cold shower.

 

[StagedFright]

Monica shook her head as she prepared the hypodermic. When Delacroix had made the suggestive comment she knew immediately that one of the guys she'd been with had blabbed to his buddies. Macho Space jocks were all the same, use one to get your rocks off and they all think they're gods gift to everything. She snapped a band around his arm a little harder than she needed to as she drew a vein.

"That's Dr. Mommy to you. " She frowned as she gave the crewman his required injections "If you're going to continue dealing with people from off-base it's especially important that you get your innoculations. But that's all done. If you notice a rash or a fever in the next couple of days, come on back."

Monica said this as she snapped off her gloves. She updated the crewman's medical file as she saw him rubbing the spot of the injection.

"Awww, well, if you're really nice to the nurse on your way out I'm sure she'll give you a lollipop." Monica smiled at the crewman. More flies with honey, after all.

Standing up she made her way back to the waiting area. She saw Rialle sitting in the same chair, an apprehensive look on her face.

"Okay, Commander, let's get this all over with and then you can get back to the business of whipping this two-bit station into shape." Monica smiled as she led Rialle back into the examination room. Monica couldn't help but notice Rialle's long and shapely legs framed so beautifully in her short skirt. The Doctor had been with another woman before, but it had been back in med school and she'd been too drunk to remember much of it. Still, she couldn't help but notice how attractive the commander was. She sat Rialle down on the exam table as she prepped another needle.

"Okay then, Commander, I'm all ready here" She smiled as she tapped another vein on Rialle's slender arm "Just lie back and think of sex, or chocolate, and it'll all be over before you know it"

Monica smiled as she looked into Rialle's eyes to reassure her but the commander had her eyes shut tight. Monica shook her head. How could someone be that afraid of a tiny needle? Monica inserted the needle slowly and began to draw back blood until the capsule was full. She slipped the needle out as she caught a glimpse of the Med Scanner.

"Wow, Commander, your heart rate shot up. You weren't kidding about needles, were you?"

 

[Alerdene]

Monica took far less time with the man then she would have liked, soon appearing with him in the waiting room and telling her she was ready.

Smiling brightly, she hopped up off the chair as if she was ecstatic to be there, smoothing the short skirt down as she stood. Her heels clicked softly as she followed the doctor back into one of the exam rooms.

Sitting on the table, she watched with a sigh as the small needle which was capable of creating such havoc in her mis-wired system was readied. She nearly choked as Monica attempted to put her at ease with a teasing comment.

Just lie back and think of sex, or chocolate, and it'll all be over before you know it.

Chuckling, she relaxed her arm as the woman started searching for a suitable vein.

If only you knew.

She shut her eyes tightly, knowing that to watch would merely increase her reaction, and at this point she figured it was better to have Monica think she was scared then to ask what was really going on.

Biting her lip, she felt the tiny tip touch her skin and slide in almost effortlessly. The sting which accompanied the needle wasn't very bad, Monica was very good. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all. But no, the moment she began to actually pull the blood through the needle, it started.

Her pulse started to race, the tiny stinging sensation blossomed into something else as it raced through her body, growing larger and larger until she knew her heart was beating wildly. She kept her eyes closed, inhaling deeply trying to ignore the sensations of pleasure that were coursing through her body from one tiny little sting of pain. She'd hate to see what would happen if she had to have something more drawn out.

When the needle slid out of her arm, she let her breath out with a rush, her skin tingling all over, wanting, needing to be touched. Managing a smile as Monica glanced at the monitor half frowning,

Wow, Commander, your heart rate shot up. You weren't kidding about needles, were you?

A small laugh came from her mouth as she shook her head, knowing her face was somewhat flushed as the rest of her body was extremely heated.

No, I don't know what it is about them, but I've always been that way.

Smiling, she hopped off the table and arched a delicate eyebrow, knowing she had to get out of there before she did something foolish. Monica was an extremely attractive woman and her taste ran to women just as much as it did men. She'd hate to alienate her only friend so far by making a pass at her.

Her voice somewhat breathless,

So that's it then?

 

[StagedFright]

Monica noticed how anxious the commander looked and she took extra care not to make the needle last longer than it absolutely had to, so she wasn't surprised when the very flushed looking Rialle seemed anxious to leave.

"So that's it then" The commander said with a look in her eyes that Monica recognized. She'd seen it in Trent Marshall's eyes earlier in the day. Monica couldn't help but blushing. The thought of being with this extremely attractive woman was making her very hot. She lost herself staring into Rialle's eyes for a second.

"Uh, well, there is the other two shots I have to give you today" She said and watched as Rialle's jaw practically dropped "But I guess we can leave those until your next appointment" she laughed with this. As Rialle turned to leave Monica gave her a playful swat on the butt

"But don't forget, you're meeting me at the gym in 20 minutes. I'm going to put you through your paces, see if you're really fit to run this place" She smiled as she clutched her chart to her chest. She felt like a school girl with a crush.

 

[LatinLady]

I watched as someone disembarked from the buggy. It was Security Chief Saunders. Give me a hand getting out of this darn thing would you? I hesitated for a moment, my reason for coming down here still fresh in my mind.

"Yes Sir"

I headed over to where he was, helping him take the suit off piece by piece and seeing more and more of his body emerge from it. His body was a little sweaty from the suite and his jumpsuit was sticking to him in certain places which was making my imagination go wild.

I couldn't help staring... I hope he doesn't notice. Then again, maybe I do.

 

[Alerdene]

Monica had stared into her eyes for a moment longer then had been necessary and for just a split second, she had to resist the urge to lean over and kiss the woman. Tearing her gaze away, she knew it was merely her own heated body taking things the wrong way and she managed to resist the urge.

Uh, well, there is the other two shots I have to give you today.

She nearly choked at those words however, knowing there was absolutely no way she could sit through two more shots without giving herself away. Perhaps she should just explain her uneasiness and get it over with. Most of her doctors ended up knowing at some point or another, though she'd had to bribe the last one so that he didn't put it in her official report. She hadn't been too sure how well that would go over to her superiors.

Breathing a sigh of relief as the doctor told her they could wait, she turned towards the door, jumping suddenly as Monica's hand playfully swatted her. Tossing the other woman a grin over her shoulder she thought to herself that perhaps she hadn't imagined that look after all. But now was not the time to find out.

Nodding as she walked out, she called back behind her,

The gym. Twenty minutes, I'll be there.

She walked rather quickly back to her quarters, glancing at her watch as she arrived. She'd forced herself to keep her eyes to herself, knowing if she involved someone else there'd be no way she'd make it to the gym.

The moment the door slid shut behind her, her voice came out quietly even as she was stripping the tight shirt and skirt off her body, kicking the boots to the side until she soon stood in merely her silver panties.

Lock.

She heard an audible click as the door locked, admitting no one until she gave the release command and she collapsed onto the couch, her hand cupping her full breasts and rolling a rosy nipple between her fingers. A sigh came out of her mouth as her other hand slid down her flat stomach and inside the top of her panties, her fingers immediately finding the center of her wetness and beginning to rub firmly.

Her body was more then ready and she brought herself to orgasm quickly, laying on the couch, her chest heaving as her body writhed under her own touch. Finally her hand slid out and she lay there a moment more catching her breath.

Going into the bathroom, she slid the panties down her legs and washed quickly before dressing for the gym. She chuckled as she saw the clothes provided, even when not in uniform, she was in uniform. A tiny pair of shorts and a tight fitting halter the same color as her normal uniform went onto her toned body. Socks and a pair of running shoes replacing the normal boots.

Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she grabbed a bottle of water and a towel and headed out towards the gym, her body still tingling, but the brief respite she'd given it would have to be enough. She didn't know anyone well enough here to find what she really needed, though a good bout of normal sex would work wonders as well.

Smiling brightly, she nodded and said hello to anyone she met on the way, walking in finally, only a couple of minutes late.

 

[Tvayumat]

Brent Delacroix

His nearly unrestricted access to all security cameras and terminals across the station didn't leave much of Monica's relationship with certain male members of the staff to the imagination. He smiled to himself as she gave him his innoculations, he quietly stood and left the medbay. He walked calmly down the sterile white corridors of the station, taking his time getting back to his quarters. He was thinking about this latest shipment, he had always required knowing the full contents of all shipments received, but this employer refused to divulge the contents, but since he was paying triple the norm Brent was content not to ask. Still... what could it be in those black crates? He got back to his quarters and jumped into his custom-made padded chair for his terminal, he tapped in a few commands and had the computer run through the security feed for the whole station, looking for anything interesting. Normally no human saw the security feed unless there was a reported crime in a designated area, protocols smotocols. He checked to be sure no logs of his activities in the shuttle bay were logged, then stopped as he flipped through the rest of the feed. Was that? It was! Commander Rialle, naked, and from the looks of it masturbating violently, whoooie! He hit the record button and smiled to himself, could be useful later on, he had several times thought to himself how he would like to see her in this very position! He leaned back in his padded chair and drifted into a light sleep, waiting for his night shift.

 

[StagedFright]

Monica smiled as she finished up for the day. It had been another great day here on the base. She'd seen every patient she was supposed to, she'd done all the requisite paperwork and, hell, she'd even gotten laid. She signed out at the desk before making her way to the Gym. Once in the changerooms, Monica found her locker.

She quickly pulled the tight silver shirt over her pert breasts and unhooked her bra. As she turned and bent to peel off her underwear Monica saw Rialle enter the room, already in the standard issue workout gear.

"There is a changeroom here, you know." She laughed. "I'll probably have a dozen crewmen in the hospital tommorrow with whiplash, with all the heads you must have turned"

Monica bent over and stepped out of the short skirt.

"Still it's not like our regular uniforms are frumpy coveralls. Sometimes I think Moonbase One was designed by a twelve year old boy" She snicked as she shimmied out of her standard issue silver panties. As she turned to Rialle with this last remark MOnica caught a look as the commander roamed her eyes over the Doctor's body. Was it lust? Or shock at the nudity?

"Alright, alright, I'll get dressed. Sheesh I forget the way you non-doctors think about nudity" She smiled as she stepped into the tight silver shorts and halter that made up the work-out uniform and snapped her hair pack into a ponytail.

"Alright, what first?"

 

[Vibro repairman]

"Thanks, these suits are a right chore," Dominic said, as he sat down on a metal bench and pulled off the the leggings and their attached boots. "You're up early before your shift, aren't you?" he commented to her.

He was naturally suspicious, and his position as Security Chief only further brought that nature to the fore. "What are you doing in the garage?" he asked, pointedly. She seemed a little flustered, he noted. As his eyes swept over her, he could also not fail to spot the two prominent bumps in the silvery material of her top of her nipples.

 

[LatinLady]

I had to stifle a giggle, this was after all my boss. I had to come up with an excuse quick, I couldn't tell him that I was out here looking for some dick to put inside me.

"I couldn't sleep and I was out for a stroll. It's so much quieter this way and when I saw the buggy coming in, I decided to stop and see who it was."

I noticed him staring at my shirt, did I have dirt or something on it? I looked down and noticed my nipples could be seen through the flimsy material. I looked back up at him, amused at having caught him staring.

"What? did I get something on my shirt? Where is it? "

 

[Alerdene]

There is a changeroom here, you know. I'll probably have a dozen crewmen in the hospital tommorrow with whiplash, with all the heads you must have turned.

Laughing as she shrugged lightly, glancing around, trying not to be too obvious as her eyes travelled the lovely doctor's body.

I haven't gotten a locker yet, I need to do that today I guess.

Her smile turned to pure laughter about the uniforms they were provided with and she nodded, agreeing completely. It was the one thing that had taken her by surprise when she'd arrived. The skirts and boots, the thin material. It was a teenager's dream.

Her lips parted slightly as she watched Monica getting ready and she looked away quickly, embarassed as the doctor turned around and caught her staring. Great. Now she thinks I'm some kind of pervert. Which she was... but that wasn't the point.

A smile came to her lips at this however and the awkward moment was passed, though thoughts of the other woman's body lingered in her mind, imagining her own lips on it, tasting her... wrinkling her nose, she forced the thought from her mind as Monica finished getting ready.

Alright, what first?

Shrugging as they walked out, she didn't really care, she usually alternated, depending what day of the week it was. Nudging the doctor as quite a few heads turned when they both walked out of the changing room, she laughed.

Pointing at her arm, pulling the bandaid off and tossing it in the trash.

Arms I guess. Wouldn't want to lose any function, after that HUGE needle you stuck in me earlier.

Her grin and chuckle made it obvious she was teasing, though she did flex her arm once and make a face at her.

 

[StagedFright]

"Arms I guess. Wouldn't want to lose any function, after that HUGE needle you stuck in me earlier. " Rialle said this with a laugh as Monica shook her head. She ran her hands up Rialle's forearm to the spot where the needle had been and gave the Commander a hard pinch.

"Babe, if you think that hurt then just wait until I get through with you" Monica said with a large smile while looking up into the commander's eyes. God, they're such a great shade of blue Monica thought. Monica's gaze lingered for a second before she snapped out of it.

Jesus, all the touching and jokes and stares, Monica knew she was behaving just like she was when she was around a guy she liked. Monica didn't know what to make of it. She didn't think of herself as gay but there was no denying that she was incredibly attracted to Rialle.

All throughout the workout Monica would let her eyes wander a little too often over the commander's body. She tried to write this off as just admiring or envying a friends body but when Rialle flexed her arms, sticking out her chest, Monica could only think of how soft those large breasts might feel. When Rialle would bend over, Monica could only think about how her friends butt would feel like in her hands or how it would taste to run her tongue....

She snapped back into reality when she realized the commander had caught her staring at her ass.

"Oh, uh, gosh" Monica could feel her cheeks flush as her thoughts snapped back from the graphic sex scene playing out in her mind "I'm wiped. That sure was an intense hour, huh?" she said nervously.