From: elf@halcyon.com (Elf Sternberg)
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Subject: Journal Entry 075 / 0312  [ Susan ]
Date: 23 Feb 1996 13:18:37 GMT
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Anar, Virta 2, 0312

    Alasse means joy, and as a noun has several meanings.  The most 
common usage in Pendrii is that of 'party,' a poor translation as 
there are several connotations that come along.

    This Alasse was the celebration of a successful survey of an 
Alderson-Dyson sphere by a hastily but carefully selected team, 
that, other than one little stickler, had done all right.  

    In case you're curious, an Alderson-Dyson sphere is a double- 
shelled sphere with the atmosphere and biomass held between the two 
shells.  That way's there no dependence on a high-tech approach for 
gravity; there simply is none.  A zero-g world, 'habitable' by men.  
And even larger then Pendor, by a longshot.

    We'd (well, actually, Kurt's team had) found a stand of 
'trees,' if you will, huge things anchored to the deliberately 
roughened outer shell that grew towards the sun, compost 
circulating inside the stand gently moved by wind, their tops huge 
leafy things, the kind of trees children love to climb in, and, as 
I soon discovered, so did adults.  For one thing, if you went just 
a little ways, you could soon be out of sight of the rest of your 
team.

    Which is what leads me to this introspection.  Passing 
hand-over- hand along the branches, the only conviction of 
direction the sunlight, 
I heard... laughter and pleasure below me.  The voices were 
familiar, and, considering where I was, I thought Richard and Sue 
had probably broken off from the singing crowd above me and had 
taken this opportunity.

    Someone tapped my shoulder.  I whirled, zero-g combat kicking 
in, since I hadn't heard anybody coming up on me.  It was only...

    Susan?  Then that meant... Richard... And P'nyssa?  What?  A 
million emotions shot through me in mere seconds.  Typically human, 
the anger, but I ignored it, a long time ago convinced that of all 
things, jealousy was something we the living can do without.  Then 
it clicked.

    Susan?  No way.  She and Richard had been together, truly 
monogamous for... two hundred odd years.  Inseparable.  I'd been 
their friend for almost as long, but... No way.

    "Susan?"  

    "Ken?" She smiled.  "Make love to me."  Soft, but sure, her 
voice, and as sexy today as it was way back then.  I nodded, 
completely mute with confusion, but watching her peel off that 
tunic made sure at least that the male in me awoke.  Gods, Susan, 
you are still one of the most beautiful creatures on God's Earth, 
even if you left that accursed little ball in 0106.  Having two 
kids hadn't marred her a touch.  Her belly was flat and smooth and 
clean, her pubes as blond as her hair.  My hands reached out to 
her.  I began to help her, drifting over and slowly unbuckling her 
belt, her boots. 

    When she was completely naked, she looked at me, and chuckled.  
"Sometimes you wear the silliest clothes."  She began undoing the 
belt to my pants, urban camouflage, and then she almost tore off my 
Greenpeace shirt.  "Hey, careful," I said.  I like that shirt.  

    She pulled me towards her, and I was surprised by her 
forwardness.  She was determined to have me, a thought that I found 
somewhat disturbing, probably because I'd always thought of Susan 
as a mother, and a wife, and all the old meanings that I'd held so 
dear on Earth and rejected when I'd reached the stars came back.  
But when her fingers rather determinedly found my cock and began to 
stroke it, well...  There's very little that stops a man from 
responding to that.

    I felt somewhat... awkward.  I was used to being 'on top,' so 
to speak, and here was this woman, acting so uncharacteristically, 
taking me.  Her fingers floated up to my chin, and lifted it, and 
she slowly kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth, my tongue 
responding, of course, tasting Susan.  Gods, she's a hot woman.   
In the kiss I closed my eyes, and I realized then what really 
bothered me.  It was so bright out, we were close to the sunlit 
top, and it was a spring breeze blowing    the leaves.  I felt 
naked, uncomfortable, exposed, although I knew that naked as I was 
I was a damned arsenal, able to summon a pair of Burroughs pistols 
or a rifle instantly, or even my Valturm.  I giggled, realizing 
just how damned silly I was.

    She laughed too, her voice like soft rain, and I looked at her 
again, and smiled, nodded.  She returned the gestures, and slowly 
she slid down (pushed me up?) in the zero-gravity and looked at my 
throbbing hard on.  Now that my heart was in the right place, my 
hard was too, and she pulled me towards her, her mouth perched near 
my cock, examining it, and then she kissed the head, slowly opening 
her mouth, and I could feel her lips pass over the head, and down 
the shaft.  Slowly, she began to suck, and I admired her technique, 
and I told her so in a very ancient way.  I moaned, appreciatively.  

    Her mouth was warm, and her teeth were sharp, and she was 
careful.  Susan sucked my cock slowly.  Her zero-g abilities were 
impressive, I mused silently, watching her hair fly loosely around.  
I stroked it down.  She looked up at me, and pulled away from my 
cock.  Her grin told me she wanted more.

    Slowly she pulled me up, and we floated together in this wooden 
wonderland, and then she was higher than me, her pussy above my 
cock.  She shifted down, my cock poised at her cunt, and, one hand 
guiding my cock and one hand holding us together in the zero-g, she 
pulled us together.  I felt my cock slip past her golden hair into 
her, and her face came up even with mine, and I looked into her 
eyes, and she into mine.

    Making love in null gravity is not impossible, but... it is 
more difficult than usual.  Not only do you have to push, but pull 
as well.  We fucked slowly, my cock gently pushing into her, and 
her cunt was tight around me.  Her breasts were large and soft, and 
I bent towards them, taking a nipple into my mouth.  Apparently 
they were sensitive, because I managed to elicit a small groan from 
her, the first sound I'd heard from her that was of my doing.  A 
small victory.  I smiled, our hips slowly moving together in the 
light of the place.  

    We began to move faster, the need, the urge, coming upon me as 
I slowly fucked her.  Her eyes closed and her breathing began to 
come more ragged and careful.  We sped faster, onwards now towards 
consummation, harder, and oh, gods, I was going to come inside her 
very soon.  Faster,
       the pain that precedes coming on, and now, I could feel...

    Now!  I felt my cock throb, and explode inside her.  She 
groaned in happy response, my orgasm subsiding already, my head 
spinning with lust that now might never be sated, Susan being so 
new, so special.

    I kissed her, but I also felt faint, and exhausted.  I said so.

    "Figures," said a new voice, from above me, that is to say, 
towards the sun.  Hi, P'nyssa.  "Doesn't eat right, doesn't get 
enough sleep.  I 
tell you, Richard, he's killing himself, and he's been at it for 
three hundred fifty years."

    I looked up.  Why in hell did I feel like I'd been the victim 
of a conspiracy?

    Probably, because, as usual, I had.

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