Ship's Interface Ch. 005

What do you do on a long, slow boat ride back to civilization?

"Close, but you missed a coefficient here, and your sixth term there, is malformed. You need to take the curl of the derivative over the resultant from the previous matrix transform." Interface explained to Will standing over his shoulder at one of the unused stations on the bridge, breasts pressing slightly into his side, pointing out the finer details of some of the mathematics needed for engineering efficiently in higher dimensions.

Will scratched his head as he struggled to follow Interface's explanation, but he was hopeful. He was making progress, however slowly, coming to grips with topics that few if any in the best universities in the galaxy could match.

"I shouldn't complain, but these make for tempting distractions from my studies," he said with a grin as he reached back and caressed Interface's ample bosom, pressed against him.

"As your tutor, I think it's time for a break and start thinking with your little head for a while", Interface said as she reached over his shoulders and ran her hands down over his chest, intentionally pressing her breasts into the back of his neck, smiling.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ben watched the two flirt on the other side of the bridge. Sitting at another unused station, he was ostensibly watching the stars stream by through the forward viewport, though ended up being an unintentional voyeur to the lovers.

It had been about a week since they left the nebula and pirates behind them, cruising at a relatively slow FTL speed. They were headed for the nearest inhabited world, Bourdan, only four and a half lightyears away, but with the ship's limited power supply, it would take them about a month to get there.

As Will and Interface made out, Interface glanced over Will's shoulder and locked eyes with Ben for just a moment and winked at him. He blushed and looked away quickly. Interface took Will's hand and led him off the bridge for more intimate, 'educational motivation' as she put it.

June was down in the hanger checking out the shuttle and pods down there, so that left Ben alone on the Bridge. Ben thought about how strange that they were so ready to trust him. Not that he would do anything, but how could they be so sure?

Interface said she was an excellent judge of character, which doesn't seem likely; if they knew some of the truly awful things he'd done in the past, Ben was sure they'd have a different opinion of him.

Temporarily bored with watching the stars go by, he wandered over to the terminal where Interface was teaching Will the complex mathematics that let her work with the fundamental forces employed by this ship's systems. They had left the terminal displaying the last thing Will and Interface were working on, a long series of equations and matrices intricately woven together.

As Ben read through it, he quickly spotted the mistakes in Will's work that Interface had mentioned and two others beside in the supporting matrix transformation used in the last set of equations. Ben looked around quickly and while no one was with him on the bridge, he sat down and studied the math.

Though he had no formal education, he had an uncanny knack for this stuff. Old Mrs. Jensen, who would occasionally feed him when he was living on the streets, said that Ben reminded her of a story from Old Earth about a poor young man who got his hands on a single mathematics book filled with theorems, figured out how to prove them all, and became a famous mathematician. She encouraged him whenever she saw him, saying that he had great potential. Ben smiled at the memory of her, which soon slipped off his face, replaced by a frown of deep sadness and regret.

Ben forced his mind away from the past and focused again on the math in front of him, and on impulse, corrected the portions that weren't right. He heard the soft pat of bare feet in the corridor coming this way, so he jumped up out of Will's seat and returned to where he had been sitting previously.

Interface returned to the Bridge without Will, wearing only a large smile on her face for the briefest of moments, then sheathed herself in her customary white and blue floral sundress. Ben caught her brief nudity out of the corner of his eye, and blushed.

She captivated him, and he couldn't help but think about her when he was alone in his separate room at night. The first few nights on board, Ben had been unable to sleep, and since he was allowed, roamed the corridors of the ship. The walls were extremely well sound proofed, but the three lovers always left the door to their lounge open, letting the sounds of passionate love making flood the hallways as he passed.

Ben's embarrassment would drive him back to his room, only for his thoughts to linger on the goings on just down the hall. He would lay in bed rubbing out his own relief, imagining holding Interface in his arms, kissing her lightly, caressing her soft form.

Interface came in and sat down at a station next to where Ben was sitting, then asked, "So Ben, How are you doing?" Her tone was of genuine concern and warmth.

"Okay, I guess." Ben responded, focused on not staring at her cleavage, or thinking about what she had been up to just a few minutes before with Will.

"It's part of my job to make sure everyone on board is healthy and happy." Interface began. "I've noticed that you've been listless and haven't slept well this past week; anything bothering you?" She asked.

At the mention of Interface knowing his sleeping habits, Ben blushed, and he hoped that she was unaware of how he had been spending his evenings. "It's just a little much to get used to, you know?" Ben hadn't intended to unburden himself to Interface, but she had this subtle way of putting him at easy. "Everyone on board has been very kind to me, and considering how we met, I can't understand why you haven't spaced me out an airlock already." He hung his head in shame at the life he had lived until now.

"I told you that I'm an excellent judge of character," Interface explained, "I can feel the 'texture' of the core of people. It helps me do my job. I know that there's a lot more to you than maybe even you understand. You're special, Ben. You carry a Light, and in a dark and lonely universe, it's important to nurture Light wherever we find it."

"I don't know about that." Ben said, with a small, self-deprecating smirk.

"But I do." Interface affirmed. "It was once my people's sacred duty to protect and nurture it wherever we found it. I've found it in you."

Ben shifted in his seat uncomfortably, but Interface continued. "For instance, the intuitive way that you grasp the complex math I've been teaching Will is a testament to how special you are."

Ben suddenly realized Interface was aware that he had been poking at the equations on Will's screen.

Seeing the expression on his face, "Yeah, I know what you've been up to." She continued. "It might help to explain my nature. I am more than what you see in front of you. This form," she said, gesturing to her body, "facilitates my interactions with the crew and their guests. But I am a whole lot more; a part of what I am is the control system for this ship. I run all the subsystems, and when I'm stronger, the entire ship. I am the interface to the ship for the crew. We are bound together, crew, interface, and the ship as one."

"Like a hive mind?" Ben asked?

"Sort of, but more like a hippy commune that actually works." she said with a chuckle. "A very handsy commune." She said as touched Ben's arm. "If you're willing, that is." The unspoken question in her eyes, but giving him the opportunity to decline her advance.

"Ye-Yeah, it's okay." He stammered, not having very much experience with this sort of thing. "I think I like this, err you, ah I mean.." Interface softly put a finger to his lips. "Shh. It's okay. I know what you mean. I also know what you do in your bed when you're alone at night." She said in a low, seductive tone. He blushed bright red, and Interface said, "It's perfectly normal. And kinda hot. Like I said, it's part of my job to take care of the crew and guests." she said, sliding closer, stroking his arm. "Would you like me to take care of you, too?" Unable to form words, Ben nodded his head. "Good, because I really want to take care of you." Interface said, then leaned forward and gave him a gentle kiss.

As they kissed, a warmth filled Ben, more than just a physical sensation, but something deeper, almost spiritual. He relaxed, and she pulled him into a tight embrace. Her soft breasts pressed into his chest as the chaste kiss grew passionate, Ben allowing Interface to explore his mouth with her tongue, wrestling with his own.

Ben's hands began exploring her body, feeling her softness underneath her sundress, the curves of her hips and her firm but soft ass. She reached down, and rubbed his already hard cock through his pants, and she moaned with a soft, "Mmmm" through their pressed lips.

With one hand Interface expertly undid the button and fly of his pants, reached into the waistband of his boxers, and freed his aching cock. She held it firmly, stroking slowly. Ben groaned as she slipped from their kiss, still stroking his rock hard member, and knelt on the floor in front of him.

She looked up through her lashes at him, wanton desire poured off her, washing over Ben. Without thinking, he grabbed a hold of both sides of her face and brought her head down to his needy cock. She smiled up at him as she licked his balls then up his length, causing him to hitch his breath as she swirled her tongue around the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock, licking off the small bead of pre-cum, before swallowing it.

Ben groaned as Interface took the tip of his cock in her mouth, hands on his thighs, and swirled her tongue along the sensitive underside of his shaft. She then sucked more of his length into her warm mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down slowly, leaving a trail of saliva on his cock.

He closed his eyes, completely absorbed by Interface's lavish attention on his cock, moaning loudly. She took longer strokes, pulling more and more of his cock into her mouth with every bob of her head, and then with one effortless drop of her head, she buried his entire length into her tight throat, pressing her nose into his pubic hair.

She held him in her throat for a long minute, swallowing and humming, delivering sensations he'd never experienced before. She pulled off his shaft with a 'shlurp', and said, "That's right, My Sweet, cum down my throat," as she swallowed all of him and again, lips wrapped around the base of his shaft.

It was more than he could stand, and he let go with a wild cry of abandon as held her head tight to his crotch, blasting rope after rope of cum into her needy throat. She swallowed it all, then pulled her head off his softening cock.

"Mmm, tasty. Thank you darling." Interface said, licking her lips.

"That was incredible." Ben finally said, still panting. She got up off her knees then sat in his lap and put her head on his shoulders. "This is what I live for, darling." She said, stroking his chest. "Making the universe better, one blow job at a time." She smiled at him playfully.

He held her in his arms for a long while, drinking in her presence. The gentle contact and warm intimacy was something he never knew he was missing, but now felt he couldn't live without. This amazing silver girl in his arms changed his entire outlook on life in a single week. Whatever came next, he would never be the same.

They sat there for a while, enjoying each other's warmth, cuddling while the stars sailed by the front viewport. Interface stroked his arm as she sat in Ben's lap; he couldn't remember ever being so content. She shifted in his lap slightly as they sat there, grinding against his crotch just a little bit. Ben knew that she had done it intentionally, because when his member started to stiffen again, she gave him a sly smile.

"Ready for round two?" Interface purred in his ear.

"Yeah, I think I'm ready for more of you." he said, sliding his hand up along her inner thigh, under her sundress. He found that she was not wearing underwear and as his hand grazed her bare pussy, she moaned low and needy. His fingers traced the line of her wet slit, from bottom to top, and then he paused, confused, when he found her dick protruding from where a clit would have been on another woman.

"Is that..." Ben began to ask.

"Yup. Both sets of plumbing, twice the fun." She replied, in a breathy whisper. "I can have you any way I want." Interface leaned in and gave him a deep kiss on the lips.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, Ben asked, "Can I.. can I touch it?" His trepidation told Interface his hidden story better than if he explained it himself.

"Oh, please, please touch it. I need you to touch me." Interface said tenderly, full of want.

Ben shifted Interface on his lap so that his now rock hard erection was squeezed into the crack of her ass, letting him reach around her slim waist with both hands. His right hand traveled up the inside of her thigh and rubbed her pussy while his left hand firmly grabbed the base of her dick, stroking it up and down in time with the rubbing of her pussy.

Interface leaned her head back on his shoulder, silver hair cascading over his face. "Ooh, yes! Just like that. Mmmm, more, give me more!" She moaned excitedly, pushing the top of her dress down to expose her breasts, mauling them with her hands while she pinched both nipples.

Ben stroked her shaft faster, and began pumping two fingers in and out of her wet cunt. She bit her lower lip and mumbled something incoherent, as she was overcome with need. He lifted her up slightly, and spun her around to face him. She bent down and kissed him deeply as she straddled his lap in the chair, then she reached down with one hand to line his cock up to her sopping wet entrance.

"Is this what you want?" Interface asked playfully, her eyes twinkling.

"More than anything." Ben quickly replied, then grabbed her hips and pulled her down on him, impaling her, balls deep with a single thrust. Her dress vanished and she practically tore his shirt off him, pulling it up and over his head, crushing her breasts against his bare chest, her cock pressed in between their bellies.

She rocked her hips and bounced up and down slowly, grinding his cock in her pussy and rubbing her cock between the two of their stomachs. "Oh, Ben, that's so good!" She cried out, picking up the pace, his hands on her hips driving her with force on her downward thrusts into his lap.

Their pace picked up urgency as their climaxes approached. The sound of slapping flesh and needful moaning echoed down the corridor from the bridge, for anyone to hear. Ben didn't care. His whole world in this moment was the silver angel riding him hard for all she could. She was giving him everything, all of herself and Ben had never felt so loved in his life.

As that brief thought flashed through his mind, his grip on Interface's hips tightened as he pulled her down over him hard, driving his cock in as deep as he could go, then came hard in her depths.

Ben shooting his hot load into her pushed Interface over the edge and her climax crashed over her. Her vaginal walls trembled and clutched his cock tightly as she came, and her cock thrashed, pressed in between them, pulsing as she shot one enormous load after another covering them both with her emissions, painting their bellies silver.

Interface slumped forward, panting, and rested her head on Ben's shoulder. He reached around her and held her tight to him, silently thanking the universe for bringing him to her. They stayed there, locked together for a long time, basking in the afterglow, enjoying the feeling of the other's body pressed close.

Ben slowly came back to his senses and smiled at the silver girl still impaled on his cock. Reaching between them, he swiped his fingers through the cum she had covered them in, and said, "I think I look good in silver." he chuckled.

Ben brought his fingers up to his lips to taste his lover, when she blocked his hand with her own, then held it tenderly. "I can't let you do that, my Sweet." she said. "Maybe in time, but not yet." A small look of puzzlement crossed his face, but he was unconcerned and let it drop without a question. He had found something he never imagined in a million years that would be his, and it was enough.

Interface swiped her hand across his chest, and gathered up all the silver and reabsorbed it into her body. She smiled warmly and gave him a long deep kiss, then settled back into his embrace.

Ben and Interface cuddled on the bridge, simply watching the stars sail by. After some time, June wandered onto the bridge, and spotted the two. She walked over and gave Interface a peck on the cheek, then looked Ben in the eyes, smiled, and gave him a peck on his cheek as well. "Looks like someone has officially joined the 'I heart Interface' fan club." June said jokingly.

"Yeah, I guess I did." Ben said with a dopey grin, spreading ear to ear.

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A few hours later, Interface and Will were back to pouring over the mathematics Will had been wrestling with earlier, and June was at the navigational console, checking their course and scanning for the traffic of other ships, which could be a particular danger because the Nestia didn't have a transponder of its own and wouldn't be visible to other ships until it was too late.

Ben watched the others with a growing fondness, partly because he knew Interface loved them, but mostly because they were kind and fascinating people.

June could be warm and bubbly, with almost a school girl charm at times, then other times, she was a cool, efficient operator, knowing the precise move or action for a given scenario.

Will could be an affable goofball, joking largely at his own expense, then next moment, a hard and strong bulwark, ready and able to shield those closest to him.

Then there was Interface, the beating heart of the Nestia. Soft, kind, compassionate, and a sexy minx to boot. But Ben had seen first hand the vicious efficiency with which she dispatched anyone or anything that threatened her family.

"So how do I fit in with all of this?" Ben thought to himself. He really didn't have an answer to that question so he turned back to the material he was reading, Will's so-called, '4-D engineering for dummies'.

"Looks all clear for now," June announced, spinning in her seat addressing the rest of the room. "But I'm not sure what our course of action should be once we arrive at Bourdan. We can probably find some place to get a message to Peirault Shipping, and let them know the details of the loss of the 'Saturn's Heart'. I'm pretty sure we're still employed, but they're probably ready to chalk us up as 'lost'. We also need to arrange terms for the return of the transponder for the customary salvage reward, but after that I'm at a loss. We are currently so slow that it will take us a very long time to get out of this backwater corner of space. We would need to catch a ride on the next commercial ferry transport, but there's no way I'd leave Interface and the Nestia behind."

"What if we ferried the Nestia as well? Those interstellar ferries are as large as small cities; they take ships of all sizes all the time." Will offered.

"Even if we had money to begin with, the fare for a ship the size of Nestia would be well out of our price range." June said, shaking her head.

Ben looked up from the engineering manual, unsure of himself and his place in this discussion, but spoke up anyways. "What if the Nestia were smaller?"

He received a round of confused looks, so he explained. "Well, I've been reading through this," he gestured to the text on the console in front of him, "about the basic dynamics of 4-D constructs, establishing, moving, and maintaining them, and I've noticed that all the equations use a uniform gravity fields across the construct in their manipulations. I don't think g-field manipulations actually require uniform fields." Now he had their rapt attention.