Of Scavengers and Smugglers Ch. 01

Jakson looked around her makeshift home and was quite impressed. Though not as spacious as his shuttle, Rey had gone to great lengths to ensure that the space was all her own. A small bed sat in the corner with the bathroom entrance right next to it. Opposite that side of the room sat Rey's workbench, littered with various parts she was working to repair and clean. In the center of it all was a small eating area, containing a table with some cushions surrounding it. A large pile of pillows against the wall functioned as a relaxation area. On the wall itself were a large number of small scratches, too many to even count. Jakson couldn't help but wonder what they meant.

"Ok, food's ready," came Rey's voice, interrupting his thoughts.

"Thanks," Jakson replied, taking the plate from her with a smile.

Sitting around the table, the pair began eating their meager rations. The polystarch was as tasteless and bland as ever, and the veg-meat seemed a bit stale, but neither could complain about the company.

"Ok, I've seen you around for a few months now. What's your story?" Rey asked.

Hesitating a moment, Jakson got the feeling he could trust her with some of his real backstory. "Well, I used to work for the Irving Boys, until they tried to pin one of their deals gone sour on me, placing a huge bounty on my head. Long story short, I had no choice but to steal a ship and disappear, and what better place to disappear than Niima Outpost?"

"You're not wrong there."

"Once I arrived, I traded the ship I stole to Unkar Plutt in exchange for a place to live and a promise he would forget the bounty on my head. He gave me an abandoned Lambda shuttle on the outskirts of town, and I've been scavenging to survive ever since."

"So that's where the Blobfish got that old freighter!" Rey exclaimed.

"Yep. That thing has some of the most incredible machinery I've ever seen. If Unkar Plutt can find the right mechanic, he'll make a pretty peggat in selling it."

"Fat chance he'll get that far. The man lords over our salvaged parts from behind his barred window, but in reality he's a terrible judge of machines. He's only ever out to make a quick sale."

Laughing at her sarcastic wit, Jakson finished his rations. "Rey my dear, you are one amazing cook. You must have slaved for hours on this meal!"

"Well, I have had more than enough practice opening packages of polystarch and veg-meat, so I would hope it would be... edible, at least."

"Truer words have never been spoken," Jakson replied, taking a large drink of water to wash the last of his dinner down. "This is some setup you've got here, Rey. Most impressive."

"Th-thanks," Rey replied with a shy grin. "I've been on Jakku for about fifteen years, and in this transport for the last ten. That's left me plenty of time to actually make it into a home."

"Seems you've also found some incredible parts from your scavenging. Anything you're particularly proud of?"

"Let me show you."

Rey motioned to the large pile of pillows along the wall, relaxing on them with Jakson sitting next to her. Next to her was a small computer screen, attached to the wall by an adjustable arm. Rey pulled it forward so that they could both see it and began typing in some commands.

"I salvaged this from an old Y-wing fighter. Normally, it's nothing more than a targeting computer. But this one was also outfitted with a large number of training simulations," Rey explained. "I practice my flying skills on this every night, and I've gotten quite good, if I do say so myself."

"Gonna need some proof on that," Jakson said with a grin.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Loading the simulation, Rey continued, "I've also been able to learn a variety of alien languages and even some Droidspeak. I don't pretend to be an expert, but it's served me well in trading for supplies. You'd be surprised how many languages you can hear in one day in Niima Outpost."

Damn, this girl's got it all! Gorgeous, strong, smart... where the hell has she been all my life?

By this time, the training program had loaded and Rey was engrossed in her flight path. Navigating a starfighter through a narrow canyon, while a daunting task for a novice, was child's play for Rey. She brought the ship into port in record time without even breaking a sweat.

"Your turn," Rey said.

"Ah, shit..."

"It's only fair! Come on, let's see your skills!"

Jakson tried his best, but his real-life flying skills were limited to less maneuverable freighters. As such, the sensitive flight controls of the fighter on screen threw him off, resulting in several near misses along the canyon walls. He pressed on valiantly, but was finally caught by a stalagmite, his ship crashing in a ball of fire just before the finish line.

"Damn it all..."

"Ooh, so close, but no dice," Rey taunted him.

"Oh yeah, you're soooo cocky little missy. Just you wait 'til I take you to my place and show you up in holochess."

"Sounds like nothing but hot air to me."

Smiling at the banter the pair was enjoying, Jakson's eye caught sight of something next to the pile of pillows. "Now what is this?" Picking the object up, it appeared to be a small, handmade doll.

"That is Captain Dosmit Raeh. She's been my best friend since I was a little girl. And this," she continued, pulling something from the other side of the pillows, "is the flight helmet of the actual Captain Dosmit Raeh."

"Woah..."

"I know, so cool, right? It's an actual piece of galactic history. The Blobfish wouldn't find any value in it, so I kept it. I don't know anything about Dosmit Raeh, but I like to think that she would have to have been strong and resourceful in life. After all, she captained a Rebel Alliance fighter squadron. I tried to make that strength my inspiration as I grew up."

"Succeeded, in my humble opinion."

"You think so?" Rey asked, humbled and flattered by his complement.

"I know so," Jakson replied. "The way you handle yourself out there, staring any threat in the face with nothing but confidence in your eyes, it's incredible to watch. And yet, even with that tough outer shell, you still have this playful side that rocks flight simulations and plays with dolls."

"Well... I owe that to that little green flower over there," she said, pointing to the corner. "That's a spinebarrel. It grew out of just the smallest patch of dirt that spilled into the walker. When I first found this place, I was in a bad state of mind, and thought I'd die before long. But then I saw that tiny flower fight to grow, thrive, and even become beautiful in this harsh environment. I promised myself I'd fight just as hard as that little plant, if not more so."

"That's... amazing."

Marveling at her strength and determination, Jakson began to feel a serious connection to this girl. He could tell it went far beyond mere physical attraction. She had experienced such pain and hardship, yet refused to let that destroy her. His admiration for her was bringing out an emotion he hadn't felt in so many years: happiness, true happiness, in its simplest form. As he pondered this, he absentmindedly leaned in closer to Rey, his hand soon resting on top of hers.

"Oh!"

"I'm sorry! It was an accident," Jakson apologized, retracting his hand. "I didn't mean to, ya know, make you feel uncomfortable or anything. I'm sorry, Rey."

"No, no it's quite alright. Really, it is. I just wasn't expecting it."

"I'll scoot down a bit, give you some more space."

Touching his elbow, Rey replied, "You... don't have to do that. In fact, you can keep touching my hand, um I mean, if you... want to?"

"O-ok. I guess, I mean I do want to."

"Then you should," Rey said nervously.

Slowly, Jakson moved his shaking hand towards hers, gently placing it on top of her knuckles. Her skin was tough, as was expected from her scavenging, yet still possessed a smooth texture. He stroked one of his fingers along the side of her hand, causing Rey to turn her hand up and intertwine her fingers with his. It was such a simple act, yet it seemed completely foreign in this barren desert. Here, physical pleasures and companionship were trumped by the need to survive. Rey gazed upward, locking her eyes onto Jakson's. Her breathing became more labored, and she bit her lip slightly; Jakson could tell that the time was now, or likely never.

Taking a deep breath, he began to lean his face towards Rey's, moving at a snail's pace to give her ample opportunity to move should she want to. She didn't budge an inch, but rather ran her tongue over her lips. Finally, after several glorious tension-filled moments, Jakson closed the gap, brushing her lips with his as the pair's eyes fluttered closed. Jakson savored every moment of their kiss, never pushing or probing with his tongue. After around twenty seconds, he retreated, opening his eyes to the gorgeous sight of Rey panting with a huge grin on her face.

"Wow..." she whispered, her eyes slowly opening.

"You can say that again."

"You... are something else, Jak. I'm just, you know, sorry for my lack of... experience. I've never-"

"Rey, hush. That was amazing, plain and simple." Leaning closer, he continued, "But if experience is a concern for you, I'd be more than willing to be your practice dummy."

Rey giggled at his cheesy one-liner. "That's almost as pathetic as some of the pick-up attempts I've gotten from the pilots in town."

"Maybe, but I'm already farther along than they would've ever gotten."

"I suppose that's true."

Smiling, Rey ran her fingers through Jakson's sandy brown hair. As odd as it seemed, she was beginning to feel relaxed and at ease with this man. Collecting her courage, she leaned in close to him once more, drawing his face towards hers. Though she was still tentative and unsure of what to do, she worked to be a more active participant in their second kiss. She tried to do what felt natural in the hopes it would enhance the experience. Jakson returned in kind, running his hand on her exposed shoulder as he explored her lips. After a couple of minutes, Rey was feeling far more confident, engaging in their kiss more enthusiastically and cupping Jakson's face in her hands. Feeling her enjoyment, Jakson felt confident enough to take it a step farther, and flicked his tongue against her soft lips. She didn't recoil in any way, so he did so again, this time with deliberate intent. This produced exactly the reaction he had hoped for, as Rey parted her lips to allow him access. As their tongues introduced themselves to each other, Rey began to lose herself in her emotions.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned.

Moving her hands to the back of Jakson's neck, Rey began to lie on her back, pulling him with her as she went. Jakson complied, smiling in-between their kisses and making sure he wouldn't crush her with his body. He was painfully aware of the throbbing erection in his pants, but feared that pressing it against her would ruin the moment. After all, he could only assume that she was a virgin, and a sudden introduction might scare her off completely, he reasoned. He continued kissing her, but kept most of his body weight off of her in an attempt to conceal his rock hard cock. Rey must have perceived this as him being uncomfortable, and tried to rectify the situation.

"I think you'll be far more comfortable like this," she said with a grin.

"Wait, Rey," Jakson tried to caution her, but she had already pulled him squarely on top of her. His boner was now wedged against her leg.

"Oh!" Rey gasped in surprise, breaking their kiss.

"I-I'm sorry, it just... has a mind of its own sometimes," Jakson said, sitting up straight.

Sitting up next to him, Rey inquired, "Jak... are you saying... I did that to you?"

With a nervous laugh, he replied, "Yeah, you did. I... I like you, Rey. You're strong, intelligent, and I just love your story. With everything stacked against you, you still manage to retain your humanity. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to you."

"You mean that?"

"I do. Rey, I have no delusions about my situation here; I'm gonna be in hiding for the rest of my life, most likely. But if I can somehow find some small scrap of happiness on this miserable planet... then I want to."

Rey was completely dumbfounded by what he was telling her. She had zero experience with men in a romantic sense, and figured most of them for barbaric nerf-herders. Certainly the handful of pilots and traders that had mistakenly thought her for an easy conquest fell into this category. But this man was completely different. He wanted to know her as a person, and despite ample opportunity, had yet to attempt to take advantage of her. Rey didn't think men like this existed, certainly not on Jakku. Yet right here, before her eyes, sat a man who was more interested in her mind than her body. She wasn't sure what she was feeling at this point, but she knew that she had never felt happier than she did in that moment. That was enough for her.

"Um," she started, collecting her courage. "I guess I should tell you... I've never felt... one of those before, much less seen one," she said pointing at Jakson's crotch. "Does it hurt?"

"Eh, it can get a little uncomfortable if it's in a bad position, but it usually feels great like this."

"So... it wouldn't hurt if I... touched it?"

"No, no it wouldn't. But you've gotta promise me one thing before you do, Rey."

"And that is?"

Jakson peered deep into her eyes, saying, "I only want you to do this if you genuinely want to. Promise?"

With a huge grin, Rey reached out her trembling hand, feeling his engorged member through his dusty pants. "Promise."

"Holy shit," Jakson gasped, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Rey continued stroking his cock through his pants, remaining gentle in her touches, as she wasn't sure how sensitive he might be. "Am... am I doing this right?" she asked.

"Uh huh," Jakson managed to answer. "Mind if I... return the favor?"

"N-not at all."

As Rey rubbed the crotch of his pants, Jakson drew her closer to him, kissing her sweetly on the lips. He then moved his hand from her back towards her front, grazing her breast as he went. This elicited an aroused gasp from Rey, but she didn't recoil in the slightest, rather leaning in closer to kiss him more passionately. All too soon, Rey began to feel a wave of primal desire awaken within her. She felt completely out of control yet also quite powerful; deathly afraid and vivaciously excited. Unable to resist any longer, she flung her leg over Jakson's lap and straddled him, his throbbing cock now grinding against her pussy. Slowing for a moment, she broke their kiss and gazed deep into his blue eyes.

"I don't want to stop, but... I feel like you deserve to know that I've never done this before. I am anatomically aware of human sexuality, but I'm sure I might not be the most enjoyable experience you've had."

Jakson just smiled and ran his fingers through her dark brown hair. "Rey, there's nobody I'd rather be with right now than you, and that includes everyone I've known from before my exile here. I would love nothing more than to make love to you, regardless of your experience. I'm connecting with you, the person, no matter what happens tonight. Even if we're inches from going all the way and you suddenly change your mind, I promise my feelings won't be hurt. You've already given me more happiness than I ever thought I'd find on this forsaken planet."

Rey smiled while stifling back her flood of tears, blown away at the kindness and understanding he was showing her. In that moment, all doubts disappeared from her mind; she had to have this man. She wanted nothing more than to give her virginity to him. Reaching behind her head for the strips of cloth holding together her signature hair buns, she untied them one-by-one. As she discarded the ties on the floor, she ran her hands through her dark brown hair to smooth it out, eliciting a look of lust in Jakson's eyes.

"Y-you should, um, let your hair down more often," he choked out.

She said nothing in reply, but rather threw her arms around his neck and planted a firm kiss on his lips. Jakson reciprocated in kind, running his hands down to the small of her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. Rey began feverishly grinding against him, her underwear becoming soaked from her pussy juices. Jakson intensified these feelings by beginning to fondle her breasts and ass.

"Take me... to my bed," she managed to gasp in-between kisses.

Jakson needed no further prodding. Gripping her ass firmly, he stood and wrapped her legs around his waist, never separating his lips from hers. As he deposited her on her small, single bed, Rey immediately kicked her boots and socks off. Jakson, meanwhile, unbuckled the belt of her wrap, sliding it off her shoulders to expose a simple tunic. Rey showed no signs of regret or hesitation, yet was still nervous at being disrobed. He decided he should begin undressing himself to ease her mind a bit. She studied him as he pulled his shirt over his head, smiling as he revealed his chiseled chest and abs. After kicking off his boots, Jakson reached for the buckle of his belt and winked at Rey.

"Ready for the big reveal?"

Rey nodded in reply, her eyes wide with lust and anticipation. Jakson then unclasped his belt, sliding his pants and underwear down in one swift motion. His throbbing seven-inch cock now stood out proudly at full attention. Rey was, once more, terrified and excited at the same time. She now wanted him more than ever, but began to worry about his size. Would she be able to handle him? Sighing mentally, she decided she'd have to figure that out as they went, as she sure as hell wasn't stopping now.

"Why don't you lie down," she offered. "Easier for me to, er, even things up."

"Anything you want, Rey."

Jakson reclined back on her small bed, smiling as he watched Rey stand and fidget with her clothes. First went her brown shin-length pants, revealing a simple pair of white panties as they fell to the floor. She slipped the wraps off of her arms before peeling her tunic up and over her head, exposing her small, perky breasts at long last. Finally, with shaking hands, she slipped her fingers into the waist of her panties, sliding them down and kicking them away. She instinctively covered her crotch and one of her breasts with her hands, but this only served to make her even sexier in Jakson's mind.

"I'm... I'm sorry if I'm not the most beautiful woman you've ever been with-"

"Don't be. You are," Jakson interrupted, sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Everything about you, your strength, your brain, your kindness, and yes, even your body, is nothing short of breathtaking."

Smiling, she gently pushed him onto his back and slid into the bed next to him, planting a deep kiss on his lips. Though her bed was downright tiny, neither occupant cared a bit. Rey soon adjusted her body to be lying on top of Jakson, his cock wedged against her stomach. Coming up on her knees, she began to examine it, and was a bit surprised at the spongy texture in spite of its extreme hardness. As she stroked him, Jakson slipped his hand between her legs, feeling her soaked pussy lips. Though she had covered herself quickly a few moments before, he thought he caught a glimpse of a completely hairless mound.

"Well, well... someone has a little secret down there," he chuckled, feeling her bare pussy.

Rey was in such ecstasy she could hardly reply. "I... it's mainly to... help with the... heeeeeeeat," she groaned as his fingers teased her womanhood.

"Well, whatever the reason, I like."

"I'm glad," she said. "Um, I'm not completely sure the best way to go about this."

"I suggest you on top," Jakson replied. "It will probably hurt at first, so go as slow as you need to. You felt pretty wet, so I don't think lubrication is going to be a problem."