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04: Wednesday, July 8, 2043, 1400 hours CST: Berte
Zach called Colonel Bruno, and reported, "I'm awaiting Doctor Kaufman's arrival, Colonel."
"You're going to love her, Zach."
"Sure. I've been thinking about our 'workout' ma'am. I hope we get another chance to train together soon."
"Major, are you flirting with me?"
"Certainly not, sir, but since we'll be colonizing Mars together, a little platonic flirting wouldn't hurt, would it?"
"Don't pee on my leg and tell me it's raining."
"I would never, ma'am."
"Carry on."
"Yes ma'am."
Zach was waiting as the T-38 he was waiting for pulled up on the tarmac, and Berte Kaufman climbed out of it. Her file had told him a few things. She was the only German in their crew. She was the youngest of the crew at 22, another child prodigy. She had an international reputation as an experimental physicist already in her young life. Her role on this crew was as an engineer.
On first sight, she was short, at least a foot shorter than Zach, stocky, and muscular, with large, firm tits. He immediately fantasized about touching and sucking on those. Her hair was platinum blonde, a bit wavy, and shoulder length. This whole situation was warping his mind, that the first thing he'd think about a young colleague, especially one a decade his junior, was ravaging her tits. But maybe that wasn't quite it. His mind would have always gone there, but the difference was that in the past he would have immediately steered his mind away towards other matters. Now, he couldn't put it out of his mind, because he might actually get a chance to motorboat those luscious firm ta-tas. Jesus, his mouth was actually watering.
Eyes up, Zachary. She was so pale, and her face was quite pretty, with wide, somewhat distant sky blue eyes, full lips and an enigmatic smile.
"I'm so pleased to meet you Doctor Kaufman, I'm Doctor Zachary Carson." He took her small hand in both of his and shook it collegially.
"Yes, I know. From the photos." She looked at him like she was looking into the sun. She looked overwhelmed. Was it shyness?
"Yes?" He was guessing photos in his file?
"And videos."
"Wonderful."
"You look better."
"Better in person?" She was trying to compliment him, he thought.
"Correct," Berte confirmed. This young lady was not a people person, just as her file suggested. She was much more at home crawling through the innards of some large machine.
"Thank you. And you look, well, that flight suit. You look very good in it."
"Yes. Thank you, yes," she said with a look into his eyes and a sweet grin on her face.
"May I call you Berte?"
"Berte, yes." His pronunciation had been a little off. She was smiling.
"Berte, Berte," Zach repeated. "Thank you, Berte." Again she gave him the look and the sweet grin. "Well, Berte, would you like me to drive you to your assigned quarters, or, what can I do for you? I'm at your service."
"Yes."
"Take you to your quarters?"
"Correct."
"Yes, of course," Zach said, opening the passenger door for Berte. They drove to the temporary building with her assigned quarters without incident. Zach gave her a temporary key card he had brought with him for her use. A permanent one would be issued to her in a few days. Her door unlocked, and inside they found fairly routine airbase guest accommodations: a metal double bed, a few pieces of furniture, a separate bathroom with a sink, toilet, and small shower. Her luggage, or at least some of it, had preceded her, and sat neatly in the corner of the room.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me this evening?" Zach asked.
"Yes." Again Berte gave Zach the look and the smile. It seemed she was taking a liking to him. She drew the curtains. Immediately the room was plunged into semi-darkness. She looked at him and smiled expectantly. Well, then.
"May I hug you?" Zach asked.
"Yes." Zach walked the two steps over to Berte, held her gently in his arms, and looked down into her smiling face. After a moment, she put her arms gently around his waist.
No inappropriate touching yet, but Zach sensed an invitation. "May I kiss you?"
"Yes." Zach kissed Berte gently on the lips, and her eyes closed. He kissed her again. She seemed to be enjoying it. He added tongue. She was a good kisser. He came up for air to check her out. She was looking at him and smiling.
"May I help you out of your flight suit?"
Berte let go of him. "Yes." Still holding her with one arm, Zach started unzipping the front of her suit. As soon as he began to unzip her, she looked away sharply, but had not an open smile, but a cryptic grin on her face, like the Mona Lisa. He got the zipper all the way down. He put his hand on her neck. She was trembling.
"Should we slow down?"
"No." Berte trembled, looking away. "I don't know. I'm a virgin."
"Oh gosh," said Zach. Berte re-grabbed his waist quickly and hung on tight, her face pressed into his shoulder. He reassured her, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere." He hugged her back just as tightly and just stayed there for a while.
"Why don't we sit down on the bed and talk a little?"
"Yes," Berte said. They sat. They held hands. Her hands were trembling. She looked straight into his eyes and smiled. Her expression was kind of unnatural. Then she abruptly turned away from him like she had been staring at the sun.
"Relax," Zach said. "We're right here. Whatever you want to have happen or not happen between us is good with me. Whatever you want me to do, if it's within my power to do it, I'll do it. Can I ask you a question?"
Berte answered him, "Yes."
"Are you on the Spectrum?"
"Autistic, yes."
"Well, you're very charming. I'm enjoying your company."
Berte looked back towards him, at his chest actually, and smiled and giggled gleefully. "Colleen taught me over the phone," she said triumphantly.
"Colleen taught you how to be charming?"
"Yes."
"I find this hard to imagine. What did she say?"
Still smiling cryptically and looking at Zach's chest, Berte said, "Well, we were on the subject of 'How do I get Zachary to fuck me?' and she said, 'Just smile at him, showing your teeth, and look directly into his eyes, and wait. He will invite you to get closer and closer. Say yes to getting closer. Say no to being apart. Keep smiling, and maintain eye contact when possible. Once he begins undressing you or asks you to undress for him, you need to stop doing this. You need to be 100% yourself from then on. Don't worry. You're extraordinary. He will love you.' That's exactly what she said. Closing the blinds was my idea," she giggled proudly.
Great. Zach's behavior was so predictable that Colleen could seduce him by proxy. "Closing the blinds was a wonderful touch," he told Berte in all honesty. "If you hadn't done that, it would have taken me a lot longer to get as far as we have."
"I made a mistake," Berte confided, looking away. "I thought you were going away, so I returned to the algorithm, and immediately you stopped and got suspicious."
"Suspicious you were on the Spectrum? I was already suspicious. After all, I'm a trained physician. I'm mild Asperger's myself. I stopped because I sensed you were frightened."
"I'm not frightened. You're not frightening. It's just... pre-performance jitters."
"It's okay to be nervous about losing your virginity. It's significant. You'll remember it forever," Zach assured her with appropriate gravity. Berte looked away and giggled uncontrollably. "What? What did I say?" he asked.
"Of course I'll remember it forever," Berte said, giggling. "I have an eidetic memory."
Then Zach tickled Berte, and she tickled him back, and they rolled around on the bed and kissed and kissed. After a while, he asked, "Why do you want to fuck me?"
"Oh, please," Berte said, looking away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think," Zach said. "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to fuck and impregnate me within the safe period before launch. I want you to deliver my child on Mars. I want you to be an excellent father to the child."
"I agree to these things. I will do my best." There were so many other questions buzzing around in his head, but he quelled them. "May I take you to a hotel room, because your first time should be special, and I want you to treat you like a princess. Can we do that?"
"We'll fuck there?" she asked.
"More than that, I want us to make love, which involves fucking, but is more than just fucking."
"I don't know how."
"Of course you don't. You're a virgin. I'll teach you."
Berte scoffed, as if to say, good luck with that. "Okay. Yes."
Berte zipped up her flight suit and took an overnight bag from her luggage, checked it, and closed it. She also grabbed her laptop case. While she was getting organized, Zach made reservations at the Hilton, not the same room he'd recently stayed in, a better one, and alcohol-free champagne, and reservations in the lobby restaurant for seven. Then he texted Alexis and Charisse, "Sorry, I won't be coming over tonight."
Immediately, a return message came from Alexis, "You must. Michaela has just arrived and needs to meet with you urgently."
Zach replied, "This is an emergency. Push the meeting to noon tomorrow at your place?"
Alexis replied: "You greedy slut. You just want to tit-fuck those giant young knockers all night long. Show up at my place on time or else."
Zach had to drop the bomb: "She's a virgin."
A terse reply from Alexis: "Noon is fine."
"Is everything okay?" asked Berte.
"Oh yeah, no problem," Zach reassured her, kissing her.
They left and arrived at the Hilton a few minutes later. As they checked in at the front desk and walked up to their room, Zach noticed that every unaccompanied man checked Berte out. She made an immediate impression in her form-fitting flight suit. A man tried to strike up a conversation with her in the elevator. He asked her, "Are you a pilot?"
Berte answered, "Yes."
"What kind of flying?"
"All kinds."
"What do you mean all kinds? Jets? Helicopters? Spacecraft?"
"Yes."