The ceiling lights in the quarters and the common area automatically dimmed at a pre-determined time, mimicking the cycle that the human women were used to. A heavy curtain could close off the room from the common area, giving the illusion of privacy. The only sounds were the shuffling of feet, the murmurs of conversation and the occasional moans of sex.
Barbara was still outside somewhere. Karla Thrace lay naked on her bunk, the fingers of her right hand working idly between her legs. She wasn't masturbating, exactly, just touching herself the same way a non-drugged, non-modified woman might tap her fingers on a table. Their bodies, ultimately, demanded so much attention that they became the focus of even their unconscious activity.
Lavergne was also naked on her bunk, her white panties still around one ankle. She lightly stroked her almost-full breasts, teasing the nipples erect and wiping away the tiny droplets of milk. They were truly huge, and Kayla could only imagine the shoulder pain from hauling them around. She let her eyes run slowly up at down the black woman's form, taking in the muscles, the stretch marks, the languorous way her long, thick legs rubbed against each other.
Gazing up at the ceiling, Lavergne asked quietly, "Hey, it's Karla, right? You awake?"
"It's Karla. And yes, I am. Did you want to fuck?"
Lavergne chuckled wearily, sadly. "Don't take it the wrong way, and it may change as time goes on, but right now I'm horny, but not for pussy. I like a dick. So I'm just gonna wait 'til they milk me and ride that dildo."
"Sure," Karla said. "No worries."
"What about you? You a lesbian?"
"Yes. I've got a wife somewhere. Sarah."
"I've got a husband. Dexter, but we all call him Junior."
They were both silent for a moment, thinking back to their past lives. Karla imagined Sarah's moans as her wife licked her, and her fingers worked more deliberately on her own clit. Would she ever feel that delicate, knowing touch again? Would Sarah ever beg to come from Karla's own ministrations?
Karla sucked in air as she climaxed, drawing her knees up to her chest, her hand pinned between her thighs.
"That must be nice," Lavergne said. "When my titties get full, I can't come."
"I'm sorry," Karla said, slowly coming down from her orgasm. She was drenched with sweat, and her hand was soaked with her juices. She wiped it on the mattress. "I don't meant to make you uncomfortable."
"Can I ask you something?" Lavergne said.
"Sure."
"How come you run around naked? Is it so you can fuck at a moment's notice?"
Karla laughed. The question was so ridiculous and a little insulting, yet what was the point of getting upset about it? "No, I promise, I don't fuck at a moment's notice. I just don't see the point of modesty in this situation. There aren't enough clothes for everyone, so I leave them to the women who feel like they need them."
