Sex in Sci-Fi Ch. 03

'My pleasure m'am. Though I'm sure we could start right now, I feel perfectly normal, why wait?' I asked with such a wicked leer that Mierka couldn't help herself from laughing.

'Just be patient - and control yourself. I'm going to have to too remember.' She laughed again as I pulled a disappointed face and turned away to start getting some breakfast ready for us both. 'By the way.' she added. 'I've no idea what the fruit's called, we'll have to come up with a name for it, I can't keep recording it as just 'the fruit' can I.'

'That's easy - the name's obvious.'

'What?'

'Passion-fruit!'

'Of course - how stupid of me - it's exactly right! Passion Fruit it is.'

And so for us at least, it has been ever since.

After we had eaten, Mierka started her tests, first taking both blood and samples of tissue from various parts of both of us, some of which were somewhat more painful than others! While she was waiting for the results that she would then compare with our standards, stored in the mini-lab, she asked me to go down into what we were now both referring to as the 'orchard' and get a variety of Passion Fruits, in different stages of ripeness, so she could see how the composition changed as they ripened.

Then she buried herself in her work and I was free to start thinking about a night-flyer trap. Knowing the pattern of the creatures' behaviour made it easier and having worked out how to do it, I decided to actually catch two of them - one when they first arrived, before it had eaten, the other in those few seconds before the effect of the fruit took over. I didn't know whether I'd be able to keep the thing alive once it was under the effect but at least I'd give Mierka the opportunity to test it, guessing that she would appreciate the opportunity of being able to do some comparative tests on the creatures as well as on ourselves.

The skimmer's emergency equipment included two life-saving capsules which I was going to convert for use as temporary cages for the creatures - and though I removed as much of the sensitive equipment as I could, I hoped that in their panic they wouldn't wreck too much of what I had to leave inside them, just in case they were needed later.

By the time I had finished preparing the capsules I found Mierka had finished checking all the samples she had taken from us earlier. We were both not only fighting fit, in fact there were signs that our metabolisms were in better shape than usual, though whether that was as a result of all the fresh air and exercise we had been getting or from some action of the fruit itself, we of course had no way of knowing. Although the tests she had started on the various fruits I had collected weren't finished, the earlier ones, on the ripened fruit were - and, just as Mierka had predicted, the dramatic changes were in the number group she had predicted they would be.

'So now you know where the shift is do you have a better chance of actually isolating what the components are?' I asked as we peered down at the screen.

'Maybe - but somehow I doubt it. That's why I want to run those stepped trials on us. They will show me our body's reaction to whatever it is and that will help me track it backwards. But don't be surprised if all of this still doesn't give me he answer, it's quite likely we'll have to wait until we get back home again.'

'What do you mean darling?'

'The mini-lab's a terrific tool - but there are limitations to what it can do, it just doesn't have the power and capacity of the big unit, I'm storing everything I have had it do and if the worst comes to the worst I can reproduce every step of each test later - and hopefully that will give us definitive answers. To be honest I've been expecting all along that I'd have to do that, I've really got much better answers than I ever thought I would.'

'Still, it would be nice to know for sure, before we leave, wouldn't it?'

'Of course it would. Apart from anything else, if I miss a step or something that I later find I should have done, we will have missed the chance for ever. I mean we're not likely to be able to just hop on a ship and come again are we?' she said as she turned back to examine the results of the tests

'Not at the prices they're charging lover. It would take us a few years before we could do that - unless...'

I didn't finish the sentence and Mierka was by then too engrossed in her work to notice the way my voice tailed off. Until then it had been kind of fun helping her and I had become genuinely curious about what gave the Passion Fruit its amazing powers - but it wasn't something I had a personal involvement in, other than from benefiting sexually that is. But an idea had suddenly occurred to me and, once it had, I couldn't understand why I hadn't thought of it before. Now, as well as doing everything I could to help Mierka get the very best results she could, I also had a project of my own.

During the afternoon I started on a series of tests.

The saga of the great night-flyer hunt will probably never become a galaxy-wide favourite but, in spite of finding the creatures far more aggressive than I had anticipated and far less amenable to being cooped in the capsules than I had hoped, we did finally manage to get some 'before' and 'after' samples from them before we released them again. Luckily we never did have to use the capsules ourselves!

By the time we had finished preparing the test samples and then cleaned ourselves up afterwards I don't think either of us were too upset about Mierka's sexual embargo, we just flopped out on our sleep-pads and fell asleep almost immediately.

Mierka spent most of the following day with her mini-lab tests, only interrupting her work when it was time to take another sample of blood or tissue from both of us and she was so engrossed in what she was doing that she took hardly any notice of what I was up to and I have to admit that I was so busy I completely forgot that Mierka's original intention was for us to start on her series of trials on ourselves. But then, knowing her as well as I did and seeing how deeply involved she was in her work I knew better than to suggest we start then. Apart from getting better results I knew we would both enjoy the experience all the more if we waited until her work was finished, her mind clear of scientific thoughts.

That night, as we finally relaxed over a meal, she remembered.

'Oh Slate - I'm sorry!'

'What about lover?'

'I - I mean we, we were going to start those trials on ourselves today. I've even forgotten to take final blood samples. Damn! I get so caught up in what I'm doing I seem to forget everything else.'

She was so cross with herself I couldn't help smiling.

'Hey! It doesn't matter lover. I knew how preoccupied you were, I've been keeping myself busy, so we'll be ready to start tomorrow - when we'll both be more relaxed - and we can enjoy it!'

Her angry frown faded and was replaced by a look of relief and she reached across and squeezed my hand.

'You really are a very understanding man - sometimes! I suppose the fact that neither of us would have got too much fun out of experimenting today had absolutely nothing to do with it, did it?'

'Not a thing.'

'Liar!' she said, as we smiled fondly at each other. 'So, what's the programme for tonight - more celibacy?'

'Actually I thought a heavy work-out might help to burn-off whatever residual effects the stuff might be having on us. Just so we can start with a clean slate, so to speak, tomorrow.'

Mierka's laugh was rich and fruity and she squeezed my hand harder as she responded.

'Sounds like a very scientific approach to me - good logic, right rationale, measurable results. In fact I can't fault it.'

'So, the programme. You take some more blood samples - if I have any left that is. We'll check that the night-flyers behaviour pattern is no different tonight, after the slight disturbance I caused them last night, then after they've gone, we'll have the place to ourselves. So whatever you fancy, wherever you fancy it - that's just what you can have. No chemical aids, just you and me together, as we are.'

'Mmm! Nice speech darling. Nice thoughts too. And I must say, I like the programme. Let's get on with it!'

So, she took the blood samples and prepared them for the seemingly insatiable mini-lab. We cleaned up the remnants of our meal and took a refresher together - resisting the temptation that our nakedness obviously aroused in me and, from Mierka's actions, in her too - slipped into 'something comfortable' and went outside to wait for the arrival of the night-flyers.

They came. They ate. They squawked, flew, fucked and left!

In short, from what we observed, my contretemps with two of their flock the previous night seemed to have had no affect on their general behaviour patterns.

We remained in our hide in the dunes for some time after the last night-flyer had left, sitting quietly, neither saying a word, thinking our own thoughts. Above us the stars wheeled silently along their ages-old paths, around us the trees slowly, imperceptibly continued producing whatever it was that stirred the night-flyers - and I'm sure that Mierka felt much the same way as I did. We were intruders, we had learned something that had been known only to those creatures that needed to know, we had no part to play in the drama that we had glimpsed, had no way of knowing the place of this brief scene in the full story of the planet to which we were merely transitory tourists.

I reached for her hand. 'Let's go darling.' I whispered unnecessarily - and saw her just nod her response. We almost crept back up the slope, past the dome, over the crest of the dune and, as the sound of the breaking surf broke the spell, I felt her arm slip around my waist and together we ran down towards the beach below.

But, whether by accident or design we never quite made the beach, half way down one or other of us faltered, tripped and fell, pulling the other down after them - down on to the soft, yielding slope of the dune. A tangle of arms, legs and bodies quickly turned into a single-minded, loving pair.

True to what I had proposed earlier when I said - 'I thought a heavy work-out might help to burn-off whatever residual effects the stuff might be having on us.' - we did our very best to cleanse our systems of whatever traces of the fruit there might still have been circulating inside us. Afterwards we slowly made our way back to the dome and slept soundly until the following morning.

I woke first and without disturbing Mierka, slipped out of the dome to check on my own bit of research before she woke. Many of the fruit samples I had prepared the previous day had simply gone bad, turned unpleasant shades of brown or already started to rot but some that I had dried, using an accelerated form of sun-drying still seemed to be in fair condition. Of course without running them through the mini-lab I had no way of knowing whether or not the active component had been preserved too and, I couldn't do that because I couldn't let Mierka know what I was doing.

The quarantine laws are strict and thank heavens they are, even with their protection there have been enough weird bugs introduced to various planets, without them we'd all have been in real trouble before now. Mierka's job made her even more sensitive to those laws, even a hint of suspicion that she had tried shipping material from one place to another without the necessary authority, extreme security precautions, and correct paper-work would mean the end of her career. So she mustn't know that I was planning on doing exactly that - smuggling out several small pieces of our fruit - taking them home with us.

It wasn't that I didn't have faith in the information stored in the mini-lab or that the more powerful equipment in her laboratory might not be able to reproduce whatever chemical structure actually did the trick - but just in case, as a sort of insurance, in case everything else failed - I wanted us to have some of the original fruit for her to work on too. There was too much at stake to risk failure.

So, selecting the pieces that looked the most promising, I carefully wrapped and sealed them in an air-tight container and put it amongst the bundle of used clothing, then began to prepare breakfast for us both.

The smell of cooking woke Mierka.

'Morning lover!' I said softly as she turned over and peered at me through sleep-tousled hair. 'Breakfast, a quick swim - and then I'm all yours!' I added, grinning down at her as I saw a smile brighten her face at the thought of what the day's activities were to involve for us both. Of course first she had to check the mini-lab's processing and when she had looked through the various screens of data I was pleased to see her satisfied look.

'Looking good darling?' I asked.

But, in reply. 'Looking very good lover.' Was all I could get out of her. As she said over breakfast - her work had already taken up far too much of our holiday, today was our day and, having made sure all was well, she wasn't even going to think about the mini-lab again. Simply enjoy sharing the effects of eating the fruit - and making a few notes as we did that of course.

So having eaten we went for a long walk on the beach and as the day grew warmer, finished off with a swim before returning to the dome and beginning Mierka's series of stepped trials. She sent me down to the orchard for fresh fruit and while I was gone prepared a couple of screen-pads for us to make notes on, so we could record how we felt as the trials progressed. On my return she cut the fruit up into carefully weighed pieces and because of the difference in the mass of our bodies, made mine slightly larger than hers.

We sat down, checked the time and ate our first, small piece. We knew from both watching the night-flyers as well as from our own previous experience that the stuff took a bit of time to get into the system - but when, after half an hour nothing had happened, we ate a second - and waited again. It was another fifteen minutes before I felt the first tingling prickle, in my hands of all places - a bit like pins and needles. I noted my reaction and after about another five minutes Mierka said she could also feel it, the same reaction.

Again we waited, the progression was so subtle that from minute to minute it was impossible to notice a difference but after another ten minutes I became aware that the prickling sensation had reached my crotch - and five minutes later, Mierka said her pussy was beginning to respond too. But when, after another quarter of an hour nothing further had happened and I felt sure that the sensations were actually fading, we each ate a third piece of fruit.

Our response time was much shorter, within five minutes I felt my fingers prickling and, very soon after that, a feeling very similar to the one I had felt the first time, like small electric currents running through my skin - and as before they were heading straight for my crotch. I waited a while, making sure that I was actually feeling what I thought I was - that it wasn't just my imagination, or my wishful thinking.

But there was no way I could put the erection I was then beginning to develop, down to wishful thinking!

I looked across at Mierka and saw that her pupils were already dilated and noticed that her breathing had already become shallower, faster.

'Started?' I asked. My voice obviously broke through whatever feelings she was experiencing, she nodded and quickly keyed something into her screen-pad, which reminded me to up-date my own too.

'Yes.' she answered when she'd finished. 'It's interesting. At the moment I have a feeling that's similar to when we've been cuddling for a while, when you've been squeezing my breasts or my bottom. I'm aroused, getting ready for sex - but it's a low level arousal, a nice sexy feeling, not urgent, not demanding. How are you feeling?'

'Much the same. I've been feeling like that for a few minutes now. Talking about it sort of lessens it I think - or maybe it's fading again. I'm not really sure - but it might be.'

'Oh I hope not, this is nice - I'd like to keep feeling just this way for a long time.'

But in my own mind I was sure I was right, the feeling was diminishing, not growing and I keyed that into the screen-pad then, I waited, watching Mierka carefully. After another couple of minutes she made more notes too, then looked up and confirmed my suspicions.

'You're right. It's going again. We'll need at least one more piece each, that's four.'

Again we sat quietly, each thinking their own thoughts, monitoring their own reactions. And again the response time was quicker, in less than two minutes I was back where I had been - my arousal growing, an erection developing - but this time it went on, getting stronger, not plateauxing, I felt my cock continuing to get stiffer, thickening, lengthening, the need inside me growing by the second.

I found myself looking at the various curves of Mierka's body, my mind stripping her, seeing the actual full roundness of her breast, its rose-red tip swelling between my lips as I gently sucked on it. Hearing the little moans of pleasure she made as I did that, feeling her legs parting, exposing her sex, making herself available for my fingers and then my cock.

The prickling sensations were still growing stronger, lacing the surface of my body with their inter-locking paths, growing in strength as they merged and got closer to my crotch. My cock felt quite hot, throbbing as it continued growing, the pressure of my clothes beginning to feel a little uncomfortable. My balls swelling, just starting to ache. My mouth dry, my palms damp.

I got up and stripped and as I freed my cock it sprang out, quivering and, as blood continued pulsing into it, jerking higher, getting bigger, its head darker, glossier. My head was full of nothing but thoughts of sex, of Mierka's body, sprawled out, offering herself up to me, crying out for me, needing me as much as I needed her, begging me to fuck her.

Looking down I saw her staring up at me, her unblinking eyes focussed on my cock, intently watching it's jerky growth, her hands down between her thighs, clutched tightly against herself.

I went over to her, helped her up and then to strip, as we stood there, close together I felt the coolness of her fingers enclosing the hot length of me, then brushing my cock-head from side to side across the softness of her belly, sending jolts of pleasure racing back through me.

As the need inside us slowly grew we caressed, our hands running lightly over each other's body, creating pleasure-sparks as hands and fingers wandered here and there, tracing patterns, outlining curves, probing crevices. Our moans of pleasure interspersed with sharp gasps and hisses of excitement as each found the other's particularly sensitive spots.

All the time the pressure of the need grew stronger - sex, what had been an arousing thought, was becoming an urgent necessity - now my mind pictured my cock driving hard into her, moving faster as release came closer.

Then her voice broke through the pictures that were reeling through my head. 'Come, lie down Slate!' she said as she virtually pulled me through to the sleep-pad area. I stretched out, looking up at her, seeing how stiffly swollen her nipples had become and, as she stepped astride my legs, how moistly pink her pouting sex was.

By then my cock was so incredibly hard that she didn't even need to hold it steady as she lowered herself, pressing firmly down, slowly impaling herself on it. The sensations were fantastic - although she was slick from her own arousal she was still tight and the size that my cock had swollen to made it feel even tighter still and I heard myself groan with sheer pleasure as her pussy-lips slid slowly down the entire, throbbing length of me until I felt her arse resting on my thighs.