Day 1
Our journey has just begun and I am already tired, feeling that I could sleep for a week. It’s no surprise, considering I haven’t slept much last night, filled with anticipation of the day to come. Going through the launch from Cape Canaveral was so exhausting, from the few hours of preparation to the excruciating two hours of waiting, and the intense hour from the ground to low Earth orbit. This was followed by the very colorful welcome that the crew has given me, from the very relaxed captain who doesn’t want to be called captain, to the XO who would like to get in my pants, and to the rest of the crew who is composed primarily of sexy and attractive women. To top it off, the crew also contains a Volnec and a sentient android, who I’ll be able to get close to and explore their kind. This is so exhausting, I’m only awake because of the excitement, of the surreal set of circumstances.
As I relax in my chair, on the bridge of the ‘PSS Lady of the Stars’, I wonder at the viewscreen and the fabulous distance that we have already moved through. It’s been one hour that we have warped from Earth and we have already passed Pluto, heading toward the Kuiper Belt.
As I look back at my station, the last diagnostic of the navigation computer is finally completed and I take a look at the report. As I have expected, nothing comes to my attention. With this finalized, I have done my post-warp checklist.
I turn toward the captain, “Post-warp checklist completed, Angela. Nothing to report.” I almost said captain, still feeling weird about calling her by her name.
“Fantastic, Alex,” she tells me. “I’m sure the day has been very eventful. Why don’t you grab a coffee? You sure look like you need one,” she tells me with compassion. “Get your luggage. They are in the port airlock and make yourself at home. There are no scheduled repairs or maintenance for you today, so you are free to take your time to relax.”
Although I would like to stay and look at the viewscreen, her suggestion is very much welcome. “I think I’ll do that. The day has been quite strenuous already.” I smile at her, liking how understanding she is.
I secure my station and go to leave the bridge. As I pass close to her, she gives me a sign to approach.
Softly, so no one else hears, she tells me with a resigned smile, “I hope Bruce hasn’t been too difficult with you. I know he can be quite intense with... new recruits of a certain type. Don’t worry, he should calm himself.”
This reassures me. The last thing I want to do is to disappoint him. As he will have a huge say in my future on the ship, I want to avoid hurting him. “Thank you, Cap... Angela, I certainly hope that I can get along with everyone,” I tell her, letting out a soft sigh of relief.
“I sincerely hope so. Although, we will have to work on that captain thing of yours,” she says, with a soft smile.
“Sorry about that. I’ll make sure I call you Angela from now on,” I say, feeling my cheeks reddening.
She nods at me, with a playful smile. She says louder, for everyone to hear, “Fantastic. Again, welcome in the crew, Alex!”
I hear the rest of the bridge crew say, “Welcome, Alex!”
I turn around, they all look at me with big smiles. This warms my heart, hopeful that this will be a great trip and only the first of many. I reply, shyly, “Thank you, everyone, I’m really glad to be here.”
Some give me thumbs up, some softly clap in their hands. It’s good to see their smiles, receiving their appreciation that I’m here. I nod at them and turn around, going out of the bridge for the EVA room.
I action the interior airlock to get in it, completely forgetting the non-existent artificial gravity in there. As I give a swing to pass the airlock, I propel myself toward the back wall, going for the ceiling. Realizing my error, as I quickly approach the wall, I swear loudly, “Ah, fuck, that’s gonna hurt!”
I try to move my legs to soften the landing. I partially succeed, my feet touching the wall first. Unfortunately, they slip from under me, only reducing my speed, not stopping my body from crashing into the hard and cold metal plate. When I hit it, it hurts so much, my right shoulder taking most of the force. As I bounce back from the collision, I grunt loudly as I massage my bruised shoulder. The physical pain goes away slowly, but I’m feeling stupid at my obvious mistake.
Few seconds after my unfortunate meeting with the wall, I hear, “だいじょうぶですか... Are you alright?” I slowly turn my head and see Akari in the airlock frame, looking at me with a small laughing smile.
“I’m fine... I forgot about the gravity difference here,” I say, my pride taking a hit because she saw my mistake.
As I look down at her, she grabs the airlock ring and propels herself toward me. Just before she is to collide with me, she grabs a handlebar, doing a 180-degree turn, and lands with her feet on the ceiling.
“Whoa, that’s amazing. How do you do that?” I tell her in amazement.
“Practice,” she replies, with a big smile.
While distracted by my mishap and her acrobatics, I have drifted away, to the center of the room, making it difficult for me to reach for a handlebar. Using a foot to secure herself, she extends a hand to help me get back closer. As I grab it, I use too much force and propel myself toward her. Realizing yet again my error, I put my hands in front of me, on each side of her, to grab two handlebars to stop myself. This time, I succeed, but end up face to face with her, stopping only a few centimeters away. Looking upside down at her, I see playfulness in her wide and beautiful smile.
“Uh, you’ll need more practice,” she tells me with a sensual voice. “I could help you if you want, but it’s not going to be free.”
Turning red, I blurt after few seconds of silence, “And, what would you want in exchange?” My heart is pumping fast, my face is flushed, my brain is imagining so many scenarios. As I look at her, she moves her head toward me. Does she want to kiss me?
Going for my left ear, she whispers, “I’ll let you know tonight!”
As she moves her head away, she blows me a kiss and lightly jumps from the ceiling, going for the floor. As she moves over me, I hear a small gasp when she reaches my crutch. By this time, I’m sporting a huge erection and I’m pretty sure it’s visible through my tight jeans. She finally reaches the floor of the room, close to my luggage. I still haven’t moved from my position, trying to process what just happened.
“Are you going to stay there all day, or are you going to unpack?” she asks me as if nothing happened.
I clear my head and carefully use the handlebars to move to the floor. I manage to bring my luggage on the other side of the airlock, under the watchful eyes of Akari who is waiting for me in the corridor. As I feel that I’ve done enough zero-G mishaps for today, I go across the threshold like Bruce showed me earlier.
Akari is beside my bags, chuckling as I rise from the airlock. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your space bearings in no time. You just need to,” she says, lowering her voice for the last words, “practice with someone.” She blows another kiss and turns around, going for the stairs.
I stay there for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out if I’m just imagining all this, or is Akari really suggesting we have some fun tonight. Maybe she’s just toying with me, I can’t say. I finally decide that I will not find out if I stay here for the whole trip, I might as well continue with my day and see what will happen after dinner.
I roll my two suitcases to the elevator, get them in, and squeeze myself beside them. I select the second deck, grabbing a quick coffee at the galley before continuing to the third deck, for my room. As I close the door of my cabin, I leave the coffee on the desk and fall down on my bed.
I sigh heavily as my head sinks on the soft pillow. Okay, the day is not happening like I imagined it would be. I thought I would be getting on a ship with colleagues, not people that want to become friends and maybe more. This whole dynamic is so unusual, so strange to me. I never had such attention, it’s unsettling to think that strangers want to get close to me that quickly.
As I ponder at the events of the day, something crosses my mind: I’m in space! It’s been my dream since my youth and I’ve finally made it! I smile widely at the thought, making my heart jump in my chest.
I finally get up from my bed and start unpacking all of my luggage. I also take the time to compose a message to my parents, whom I’m sure are eager to know how well it’s going. I omit some of the details, obviously, but reassure them that everything is fine and that I’m happy.
Finishing my coffee, I hear my stomach growl. My last meal was the small breakfast we are allowed before suit-up, not enough to sustain me until dinner. I head up and grab two sandwiches from the galley, bringing them back to my room. I eat while looking at my schedule for the trip, on my room’s computer. It looks like I’ll be working mostly with Leet in the engine room, to repair and upgrade some of the components hosted there.
Remembering her perfect body, it’s not going to be easy to work with her around me. Her soft smile, her perfect face, her sumptuous breasts, her ass… My erection is back and requires my attention, but I resist the temptation. Tonight, if nothing else happens.
I finish my sandwiches and close my computer. I might as well go back to the bridge and see if there is something the captain needs my help with. I really need to start calling her Angela, otherwise, I’ll call her captain and make her annoyed again.
I head up, this time using the stairs, I’m not getting into that small elevator again unless I really need to. I get into the bridge, while some of the crew are having a conversation. “... he might like. Or maybe lasagna? Everyone loves lasagna!” I hear Akari say.
Angela replies, “Let’s see what Natasha uncovers and we can decide then... Oh, Alex, back so soon?”
“I didn’t have much to unpack, so I was wondering if there is something that you need my help on the bridge? I know today is light on duty for me, but I would much prefer doing something than sit in my room,” I say.
“I like your enthusiasm, Alex, but don’t worry, you’ll have plenty of work tomorrow. Thinking about it, Natasha wanted you to stop by her office for a medical check-up. I think this would be a good time for you to do it,” Angela suggests.
“That’s true, I’ll go see her,” I reply. The captain smiles at me, playfulness showing in her eyes.
As I turn toward the door, I see that Akari is also looking at me, with wide eyes, a huge grin on her face. It intrigues me, why is she looking at me like this? Nonetheless, I continue, leaving that for another time.
As I go down the stairs, I wonder what could be this infamous medical check-up. PSS did a good one before I went to training, so why does Natasha need to do another one? She mentioned that she likes to confirm that she has received the right information, is that really this simple? Oh, well, this will occupy my afternoon.
I approach the medical bay, on the third deck, and lightly knock on the door. I hear a muffled ‘Come in’ and press the button to open the door.
“Ah, Alex, come in. Are you here for your medical check-up?” she asks me.
“Yes, Angela suggested I do it right away as I have the time.”
“Fantastic. Please, sit here while I retrieve your file,” she says while searching on her tablet.
I sit in the chair opposite to her. While she examines the screen, I take a good look at her. Her face is still very beautiful for her age, I can only imagine what a beautiful woman she was in her twenties. Her traits remind me of a friend coming from Belarus, she might be coming from the region? Maybe Russian or Ukrainian? I move down to her chest. She definitely does not compare to the other women on the ship, but I think her breasts fit her overall body. I continue further, looking at her legs, lightly molded by her flight suit. Even though she is in her fifties and I’m not into older women, she is still very attractive.
“Okay, let’s start,” I hear her say.
I quickly raise my eye to her face, trying to hide the fact that I was staring at her body. Unfortunately, I don’t think my examination has passed unnoticed. She is watching me with a gentle smile and an air of satisfaction as if she likes that I marveled at her.
“Let’s begin with the simple questions,” she says without saying anything about my behavior. “Could you confirm your age?”
“I’m twenty-three,” I reply shyly.
“You have a bachelor’s degree in Computer Science with a minor in Astronomical Engineering?”
“That’s correct.”
“You are still living at your parents’ house?”
“Yes, although I am planning on leaving when I get a stable job.”
“Ah, I see. Are you in a relationship at the moment?”
“No.”
“How long have you been single?”
“Around nine months.”
Her questions continue for a while. She asks about my general health, my past issues, my dietary requirements, and many more. I start to zone out at one point, just answering her questions.
“Okay, the questions are complete, let’s do the physical examination,” she tells me, anticipation in her voice.
This really surprises me and gets me back to reality. I didn’t think there would be any physical exam. I’ve never had a female doctor, so I’m shy at the idea.
“Please, come sit on the examination table while I get some gloves on,” she asks me.
Okay, at least she didn’t ask me to remove my clothes. I sit on the soft table, my feet dangling, looking at her while she puts her gloves on.
She starts by taking my pulse. She must be finding it quite high, created by my stress and increased by her soft touch. She continues by examining my lungs with her stethoscope, moving her soft hands under my shirt, resting her fingers on my chest while she asks me to breathe deeply. She does the whole routine of a physical examination that any doctor does, going around me, asking me to do this or that. Many times, she comes closer to me, allowing a good view down her cleavage, sometimes ever brushing her breasts against me as she has to extend to reach my back. I try to stay calm as much as possible, but her proximity makes it so hard, as hard as my dick is becoming.
After using her little triangle below my kneecap, she raises her wide smile at me, putting the instrument back on her desk. She asks me, with a little bit of tension in her voice, “Okay, could you remove your shirt and pants for checking your weight?”
I get even more nervous as she makes her request, uncomfortable stripping in front of her, leaving only my underwear on. I look at her, hesitant to do as she asks, but decide that I have to do it, that it’s the price for working in space. I raise my t-shirt, exposing my lightly muscled chest. As my head clears the neckline, I see that she has her eyes on my stomach, hungrily looking at me. My heartbeat jumps again, my cock twitching at her intense gaze.
I get off the examination table and continue with my pants, unbuckling my belt and undoing the button. She inhales deeply as I bring down the zipper. I bend over to remove my jeans properly, raising them to cover myself as I move back up.
She invites me, with her hand, to go on the scale. As I get on it, I drop my jeans on the examination table, knowing that I cannot hide from her any longer.
“Alright, seventy-eight kilograms, healthy for a fine young man like you,” she says with joy in her voice.
As I get off, my dick is at its hardest and its outline is very visible, with only my tight boxer briefs hiding it. As I turn toward her, hearing my heart beating through my ears, I can see her eyes opening wide as she sizes me down there. What does she think about me, having an erection during a physical exam?
She looks me in the eyes with a small grin, and asks, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, but the next exams require that you remove your underwear.”
WHAT? No doctor has ever asked me this. Oh man, she is going to see my erection and think I’m a pervert. Well, she can already see it, but, man, I’m embarrassed. Okay, do it for the dream.
After my hesitation has passed, I start to push down my boxers, slowly. I intensively look at her, fearing her reaction, but what I see is unexpected. She is directly eyeballing my nether region, waiting patiently that my dick springs out of its restraints. I finally push enough on my boxer for my hardness to be free, bouncing out, pointing at the ceiling. I see the doctor opening widely her eyes, her mouth dropping open in surprise. This gets a smile on my face, this sort of reaction makes me proud of myself.