Every Man's Fantasy Ch. 26

In the next few weeks, her sex-drive diminished further and she demanded sex from Ezra only twice a day. Sometimes it was even only once. The first day she tried to not have sex for a whole day was when she felt so contented that she brought Freya into their bed after her goodnight tickles.

It was a maternal woman's dream, to sleep with Ezra cuddling her on one side and Freya on the other, curled around her pregnant belly. Annela held her daughter all night and long into the next morning. She woke randier than ever; but all three had slept so long that they had to rush Freya through breakfast and straight to school.

Missing out on both the previous night's sex and morning sex, Annela suffered an intense frustration that she could barely control. At mid-morning, sprinting home after her medical treatment, she jumped on Ezra and goaded him into giving her the hard pounding she desperately craved.

She lay back with her legs up, her belly big and round, her tits aching, her eyes shut. She rocked and moaned loudly with every thrust, until her pussy quivered and her legs shook. Now she succumbed to climax after climax, crying out as she hit her peaks. Finally, Ezra also succumbed, echoing her ecstatic cries. "I love you, Annela!" he grunted as he spurted out his load, holding her tightly.

She held him just as tightly, sighing in contented satisfaction as they kissed. Relaxed, warm and fulfilled, cuddled in the arms of her lover, her hormones at last returned to normal. It was a heavenly release after a hellish frustration, but she never again tried to go a whole day without sex.

The success of Samothea Week at school and the experience of being a teacher to spoiled but curious children inspired Annela to talk to Madam Gloria again about the Samothean Juniors, her idea of a few months before. There had been a successful experiment when Kelly Mayfield visited the planet in the summer. Kelly came home full of confidence, enthused to go back to Samothea for the whole summer next year, despite being put to work every day.

On Annela's behalf, Gloria assigned the job of proposing the Samothean Juniors to her special Advisor, Sarah Wandasdaughter. Sally pursued the task with enthusiasm, discussing with Annela how to formulate the rules for the Juniors and trying to work out costs.

4 Ryan Mayfield

On Samothea, when another marathon meeting in the Council Chamber with Andrew Claydon ran on late into the evening, Solange sent a Junior to tell Ash, her bedmate, to take her daughter, Tahney, to bed and not to wait up.

After the meeting, Solange followed Gloria into her room and stripped naked. It was a few months since the two women had shared a bed, which Solange always initiated when she had something to say.

"If you want to talk in private," Gloria said, "we could simply go for a walk in the orchard."

But she contentedly undressed and got into bed with Solange, pressing their naked skins together to share their warmth.

"I know," Solange said, "but I reckon I can tell what you're really thinking when we're naked together."

"You're nuts."

"But you indulge me anyway."

"Maybe I'm also nuts. So what do you want me to do?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, my fanny!" Gloria said with a laugh. "You're always up to something. The first time we shared a bed, you tried to get me to have sex with Brad. Now I guess you want me to seduce Andrew. You know he's married, don't you?"

"But that makes him more attractive, doesn't it?"

"Yes. It's absurd. Why is that?"

"Reliability, dependability, fidelity. A married man seems like a catch because he's already proved to be a good mate."

"That really is absurd. If a woman takes a husband away from his wife, all she proves is that he's unreliable, untrustworthy and faithless."

"Whoever said women are rational?"

"I did and I still do. However, I have forbidden anyone from trying to seduce Andrew. And there are plenty of far more attractive women here than me."

"Physically, yes, but none with your allure."

"Flatterer. What's your real plan?"

"I want to go to Celetaris."

"Why?"

"Someone from the Council should be there to help with the discussion. I know you felt impotent during the court-case but that was because we voted not to take part in it. There's no such restriction now. If you won't go back with Andrew, then I will."

"I can't stop you going if the Samothea Project Team agree to give you a lift, but I would prefer if you didn't. We can talk to Danielle, Roger, Ezra, Annela, Andrew and the girls everyday over the communications link. What can you say on Celetaris that you can't say from here?"

"Nothing, except that I can read their faces close-up and know what they're thinking."

"I understand but you'll be more useful to me here for now. If things change, then I may change my mind. Will you obey me?"

"I will always obey you, Gloria."

"Really? So why do I feel I'm being manipulated or softened up for something?"

Solange laughed and snuggled closely to the Prefect.

"You've got nice tits, you know," she said. "You should wear low-cut dresses and show them off a bit."

******

Eight weeks into the term it was Ryan Mayfield's twentieth birthday. Rod and Ed had the perfect outing for him.

Ryan came home for the weekend and the lads took him with Hazel, Wildchild, Yael, Kelly and Freya on the hovertrain to Waterfall City. They checked into a hotel in the modern part of the city, on the west bank of the mile-wide river, upstream from the thundering waterfall.

They walked to the Bohemian old mining town on the east bank, crossing the river on the exciting footbridge that passed close enough to the waterfall to drench their plastic raincoats. From the old town, they took a cable car to the freshwater lake below.

The lake was a large stretch of the river, twenty miles long and five miles wide, fed at one end by the boiling turmoil of the falls, but peaceful at the other end, where wading birds delved for crustaceans in the muddy shallows between clumps of reeds and bulrushes. Many rivers ran from the lake, meandering across the planet through granite escarpments and wild gorges, heading to the vast central ocean on the equator.

A hoverbus ride along the forested southern shore took them to a small settlement with a dozen wooden boat-houses standing on stilts partway into the lake and some concrete houses inland among the trees, rented all summer to holiday-makers. A long jetty pushed into the water from the shore, connecting the boathouses to a coastal boardwalk. Waves from the turbulent falls on their way to the shore grazed the underside of the walkway.

By day, fishermen plied their patient sport on the jetty, or passed the time of day with boat-owners and tourists. By night, lovers took romantic strolls along the walkway or stared at moonlit reflections on the water.

There were cafes and a restaurant on the jetty and, a good walk away, beyond a small granite headland that poked its nose boldly into the lake, there was a water sports centre, with sailing, diving, canoeing and exciting motorised toys for adventure tourists.

The newest toys were hydrofoil jets. Ed and Rod's birthday gift for Ryan was to hire six of them. The buzz of excitement among the friends was palpable as they trod the coastal path to the jetty where the boats were moored.

The brightly coloured hydrojets were fast looking, with sharp bows, an open cockpit protected by a plastiglass screen and a roll bar over the driver's head. There was an engine behind the bucket seat and hydrofoils to rise up onto at speed.

Two of the boats were out on the lake, engines roaring, skimming across the surface on their foils. Jets of water arced into the air behind them, leaving white frothing trails as the drivers raced on a zigzag course for the fun of producing as much splash as possible.

The owners of the hydrofoil business were a young couple from Earth. Fit and weather-tanned from an outdoor life, they were friendly and welcoming, keen to show off the boats and explain how they worked.

Water was sucked in under the cockpit and expelled at the stern. There was a foot throttle and a steering wheel. The roll bar over the driver was another application of the Nakatani air-jelly technology. It created a bubble around the cockpit to protect against splash, or to seal in the air if the boat overturned. The keenest drivers left the air-jelly turned off, to get the most wind and water on their faces.

Three physics students, Wildchild, Yael and Kelly, wanted to see the engine. A big hatch on the back opened to a bundle of eight pipes, four feet long, with underwater inlets at the front, a directional hose at the back controlled by the steering wheel, and valves halfway along. Beside the valves were clear plastiglass windows through which microwave flash lasers pointed, powered by batteries. The flash lasers worked at a low frequency, designed to boil water.

"Microwave lasers are really 'masers'," said Yael, adding her own commentary to the owner's description. "But everyone calls them 'lasers' anyway."

When the tubes were filled with water and the valves closed, the lasers vaporised a few cubic inches of water. Firing in turn, together they turned a litre of water into twenty-four litres of steam, forcing the column of water out of the hose, driving the boat forward.

When the jetfoil was going fast enough to rise onto its foils, there was enough pressure for a ramjet effect, when the inlet valves stayed open because the weight of water in front of the laser was a barrier to the steam. Then the flash lasers pulsed almost continuously. There was a satisfying roar and hiss from the jet and a thump in the back from the acceleration, as water was expelled from the outlet hose in a stream of boiling violence.

With final instructions on the safety features that were designed to prevent collisions, the drivers were seated, engines started and the boats given a push off from the quay to go bobbing out onto the lake, where they could open the throttles and have some fun.

Yael was last because she took Freya, who was strapped onto her lap with a harness. Freya wanted to stand behind Yael and hold onto the roll bar so she could see everything, but it was too dangerous, so she had to be satisfied with a murky view through the visor as they bumped out onto the lake.

Kelly was already racing, having driven jetboats in the immersive video games at the shopping mall. Finding the steering wheel and accelerator familiar, she put her foot down and roared ahead.

As Yael gained speed, the boat rose up on its foils and the ride became smoother but wetter. The whistle from the wind and the roar of the other boats was amazing. Yael and Freya streaked through a fine mist of spray from the leading jetfoils. It soaked their hair and dripped down their goggles.

Manoeuvring was easy at speed. The boat tilted into the corners and the bows rose and fell with a dab of the throttle.

Then there was the wash. Chasing the others into the middle of the lake, Yael's jetfoil leapt into the air as it crossed the wakes, when the jets whined for lack of water. They released a satisfying hiss when the boat hit the surface again and lunged forward.

Freya screamed with joy at all the bumps and shakes, the wind billowing her hair.

"Faster, Yael, faster!" she shouted.

When Yael caught the other girls, they all wanted to go fast, enjoying the speed and the g-forces, turning sharply to jump over each others' wakes. They chased each other all the way to the other side of the lake and back again.

The boys kept to the middle of the lake where they were insane, recklessly driving the hydrojets as if they were dodgems. They played chicken with each other, driving head-on and turning at the last moment to try to soak or even sink the other boats with their jet spray.

After half-an-hour, they all met in the middle of the lake, gently bobbing on the waves, as the rippling wash the boys had manically produced dampened down and dispersed.

Ryan loved his birthday present. He was by far the wettest, having taken on so much water that he was sitting in a bath. Rod was next wettest, but Ed was as dry as the girls: a testament to his skilful driving or his lack of a death-wish.

For the other half-hour, they had races on a zigzag course outlined by buoys, where the skill was to turn as tightly as possible without tipping over or going too wide on the next turn. An extra problem for those following the leader was to steer through the misty spray. The best fun was to nudge ahead when someone took a corner too widely or too sharply and had to correct. Then the overtaking boat would drench the boat behind.

Ed won, despite the weight advantage the girls had over him, due to his skill in cornering. After getting ahead, no one could catch him. Rod's boat had taken on so much water that he struggled in a tight turn, and Ryan, the absolute maniac, carried the weight of an extra man in water. He enjoyed himself anyway, taking corners too tightly and rolling over a couple of times.

Ryan came last but with a huge grin that lasted even after they dried out over lunch in the restaurant on the quay, warming up with bowls of Irish broth.

They took the hoverbus back to Waterfall City, going the long way westward around the lake and up its mountainous northern shore to the modern city on the west side of the great river. The girls snuggled up to their boyfriends. Freya sat on Kelly's lap and gazed out of the window at the scenery, catching glimpses of clear blue lake between pine trees on the snaking mountain road.

Hazel put her hand in Ed's trousers and felt his hot erect cock. She gave him a pecking kiss on the cheek and smiled happily. They chatted quietly together.

Sitting with Rod, behind Hazel and Ed, across the aisle from Yael and Ryan, Wildchild was silent as usual. Yael was also silent, which was far from usual. She was reading Wildchild's mind. She knew Wildchild had two kinds of silence. One was when there was nothing she wanted to say. The other was when she was thinking. This was the thinking kind of silence.

"I know what you're thinking about," Yael said to Wildchild. "You're working out whether we can use the hydrofoil engine on Samothea."

"We know that Ezra's laser pens work at home," Wildchild said, "so we might be lucky and find the flash lasers also work; but it's the rest of the electronics that we might have a problem with."

"The batteries will need heavy shielding," Yael said.

"I'm thinking of a large boat that could carry the extra weight or a pump on the ground floor inside the Council building, which is pretty well shielded from the x-rays. It could pump water to a tank on the roof, either for the bathrooms or to provide water power."

"And irrigation pumps for the Farmers. But the problem is the inlet valves."

"Yes," Wildchild agreed. "The valves are electronic and they need to be timed to coincide with the lasers, so they close to create water-pressure and open again to let in more water. If we can't use electronics, then we'll need to make some kind of mechanical system that will maintain the water-pressure on the inlet side of the pipes."

"Veins," said Ryan, the medical student.

"What do you mean?" asked Yael.

"I know!" said Kelly, who was seventeen and studying biology as one of her final-year high school subjects. "There are flaps in veins to stop blood running the wrong way. They're flexible and angled away from the direction of blood-flow, so blood normally pushes them flat against the sides of the vein. But if blood tries to flow the wrong way, it pushes the flaps out from the sides and they block the flow."

"I get it," Yael said. "Like doors that open only one way."

"That might work," Wildchild agreed. "After the flash lasers have vaporised the water and the steam has been expelled, there'll be a vacuum and water will be sucked in again from the inlet side of the pipe, opening the valve. When the laser fires, the water that tries to go out of the inlet side of the pipe will push the valve closed, creating pressure that forces the boiling water toward the outlet. The material of the valves will need to be very strong, flexible, resilient and heat-proof."

"And at high-speed," Yael added, excited by this new idea, "water-pressure at the inlet end of the pipe will keep the flaps open, so the pipe is filled again quickly, and the water itself is the barrier to the steam ejecting from the inlet."

"This won't be a problem for a big boat, which needn't go as quickly as a jetfoil, nor for a standing pump," Wildchild said, "but a material for the flaps that bends with different reaction-times depending on the pressure might work at both slow speeds and high speeds."

They were silent all the way back to the hotel, thinking about how to make the jetfoil engine work on Samothea.

******

Dressing for dinner was fun.

Rod was expelled from the room he shared with Wildchild so the girls could help each other put on their posh frocks. Yael wore the classic short black dress that Mariotta Goldrick had bought for her. She first wore it to the concert in Arts City on her eighteenth birthday, six months ago. The outfit came with underwear: tights, suspenders, bra and, after some resistance, because it was not her period, knickers as well. It was Kelly who insisted, saying it made Yael looked gorgeous.

Six months of a good diet on Celetaris, plus some belated growth, had given Yael a few curves. She was as tall as Hazel but thinner. All the girls were thin (except little Freya, who was chubby for now). Hazel curved the most, with a delicious slender hourglass shape, but 'slender' was an even better word for Yael, who was thin from side-to-side as well as from front-to-back.

Although she was all knees and elbows, there was now a dip in her waist, which the dress exaggerated, clinging to her hips. The low vee-neck and push-up bra gave her an even more alluring shape, though the focus of anyone's attention seeing Yael for the first time would be on her angelic face, framed by a halo of wavy golden hair, graced with large dark-brown eyes that glistened with intelligence and joy.

Hazel and Wildchild had dresses that Ed and Rod sent them out to buy when they planned the surprise for Ryan.

Hazel chose a classic scarlet-red mini dress: strapless, low in the neck and tight to her body, showing off her curves and long shapely legs. Kelly's dress was also red, with a crochet lace trim and a pleated satin skirt. Wildchild, despite not caring as much as the others about clothes, had chosen a striking black and white dress that perfectly set off her curly black hair and electric green eyes.

It was black on the bottom-half, with a white triangle that began as a point at the tight waist and was at its widest at the hem over her right knee. The top half was white, with a black triangle on the left side, wide from neck to shoulder, tapering to a point at her waist. Her only ornament was her silver necklace with its blue-grey pearl, hanging chastely in the v-shaped neckline.

Uncomfortable high-heeled shoes completed their outfits. So, with Freya in her emerald dress with the big bow on her back, they went down to the hotel dining room to meet the boys, who were in plain suits and had just the right amount of understated handsomeness to underscore the beauty of the ladies without diverting attention from them.

There was a dance floor with a small band playing. This was the perfect start to the evening, though the girls from Samothea had to take off their shoes to dance.

There were five girls and three boys, so the boys chivalrously danced with the girls in turn, leaving the two spare to dance with each other, until it was time to eat.

There was more dancing after dinner but, in between numbers, when the boys went to the bar, Hazel, Wildchild and Yael had a few minutes at the table together to talk in their secret sign-language. Hazel had a pressing question for Yael.