"You have got to be kidding me!" declared Lola.
Professor Wot shook his head, slightly confused. "No, not at all."
"B-but, I thought you said the ship was fully charged?" asked Cliff.
The Professor nodded and walked around the square control column to check his instruments. "Oh we were. The readings tell me that... yes, at least two of us had sex while on Starko. On multiple occasions. More than enough to get us to our next destination."
Lola and Cliff both blushed furiously.
"The problem," explained Suzanne, "is that our collision caused a power rupture that drained our batteries. We've plugged it now, but we need more sex to get the Pisspot going again."
"This is ever the difficulty," agreed the Professor.
Lola put her face in her hands. "This is outrageous," she angrily announced. "We are not your performing monkeys!"
"My dear..." began the Professor.
"Don't 'my dear' me! I'm not going to prostitute myself for you!"
"This is a very real problem," he continued. "We need power. Without it, we are stranded in space. Eventually, we will lose heat and oxygen, and then we all die!"
Lola drew herself up to her full height and looked him in the eye. "In that case," she said, "I suggest that you think of some other way out of this." Then she turned on her heel and walked out.
"Some other way?" spluttered the old man. "What does she mean?"
"Never mind Gramps," Suzanne placated him. She took him by the elbow. "Come on, let's all get some sleep. We'll look at it again in the morning." She glanced back at Cliff and shrugged as she led the Professor out of the room.
Cliff was left, nude and alone at the controls. He had never felt less relevant. Eventually, he went back to bed.
***
Lola lay in her little bunk, tossing and turning. This had been quite a strange turn of events for what felt like the middle of the night. She hadn't acknowledged it, but she knew that Cliff had seen her ladygarden, and that was enough to make her quiver with humiliation, but also a little excitement. In return, of course, she had seen everything he had. She thought again of the sight of his rather attractive cock suspended a foot or so above her head, and her hand reached down instinctively to find her little quim.
But no, she would be strong. She had told him how she felt, and she meant it. He had taken it well, although she hadn't quite anticipated just how crushed he would look when she had told him they had no chance. She had regretted it almost as soon as the words came out of her mouth, but there was no taking them back, now.
Besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't meant it. In truth, this was a decision she had made long ago, it was only recent events that had disrupted her resolve.
And yet...
And yet, there was a part of her - a wild, abandoned part - that wanted it. Now she had seen a man's penis for the first time, and she wanted it even more. She wanted to touch it, to feel it, to see what it was like. Wasn't that really why she hadn't stayed with Gaytus? That in her heart, she had known that wasn't what she wanted? Her hand moved in between her legs, and she began to rub herself through the thin nightie.
No, stop. She turned over, and put her pillow over her head in frustration. She had never been more horny. This must be how Cliff felt all the time, she thought.
That, at least, made her laugh.
Then another thought entered her head. His room was only a short distance away. She could creep in there right now and surprise him. The thought made her feel even hotter. She couldn't do it, of course - not after all that she had said. Could she? He would certainly not be expecting to see her. She imagined the shock in his eyes as she fell into his arms.
It wasn't going to happen. That would be terrible, shameful.
But she couldn't stop thinking about it.
***
Cliff lay in his bunk staring at the ceiling. He wasn't going to get to sleep any time soon, he realised. This had been a distressing evening, and not just because he'd been running around without any clothes on in front of the entire crew. It was exactly like that recurring dream he used to get.
Apart from that, it had been a game of two halves. On the positive, he'd gotten to see Miss Lola "prim and proper" McGovern's cunt. But then she had foreclosed on any possibility of them getting together. That had been upsetting. The more he tried not to think about it, the more his mind went back there. He sighed heavily. He had always struggled with rejection, but when someone told you to back off... well, that was just what you had to do.
Besides, she hadn't said it was forever. He still held a little glimmer of hope.
There was a rustle of movement, and his door opened. A silhouetted figure stood there.
Cliff looked up, confused. "Lola?"
"Guess again." Suzanne stepped into the light, and smiled. Standing there in her sheer babydoll nightie and tiny panties, the 18-year old student looked incredibly hot. Cliff could only think of one reason why she would want to visit him in the middle of the night. He remembered all the times she had found excuses to bend down in front of him in her school uniform and show him her arse, and he realised he was already as hard as a rock.
"Suzanne Patterson," he said in a surprisingly steady voice, "what can I do for you?"
She leaned against the wall, and cocked her head at him. "I've been a bad girl. I've been having naughty thoughts, headmaster."
