Chapter 12 - Continued
For the next two weeks, José got to enjoy his sloppy seconds with Brooke. And while Rolley was in and out within a quarter of an hour with barely anything said but his macho bullshit, he got to stay for an hour or so, making love to her body as sensually as he could. She had started waiting for him with her own blindfold on, the lights on, and her bed made up into a cozy love nest with her legs already spread wide and resting on some cushions.
He'd always lay straight on top of her, burying deeply while the two of them kissed just as deeply in greeting. He found he enjoyed her more this way, body to body, lips to lips, while they fucked with her arms and legs around him. And even after he'd cum, they stayed locked together entwined on the bed, nuzzling and kissing and exploring each other.
This he enjoyed just as much as cumming in her, the chance to study her pussy up close as his fingers explored inside it, the two moles next to her clit, the way her lips were always splayed out in welcome, and the dark tunnel from Rolley's fat cock that never seemed to quite close up after. She kept her pussy shaved every few days, with a few stray long blonde hairs here and there that she never seemed too fussed over tidying up. He wanted to point them out and ask her about a lot of things, but he was never quite ready to risk their silent trysts ending.
He loved running his fingers over her swollen belly, it seemed to make her shiver and her skin goosebump. As the nights went by he realized it wasn't getting any bigger, and his hunch there was a baby Rolley growing in there became less a foregone conclusion and it was more likely due to Rolley feeding her his breakfast.
And her small, pancake tits, he'd grown to adore them: the tiger stripes on the side where they had been sagging too long; the swell over the top of soft, fluffy fat; and her thick nipples he couldn't keep out from between his teeth. He loved chewing them, a thing that became obvious from the hickeys he left surrounding them. He had no idea what she thought of the bruises, or any of his attention, but she never stopped anything he did to her sexually.
On the rare occasion he was able to back up quickly and get hard, she liked to be on top and take things at her own pace, where he got the pleasure of watching her work her clit as she ground herself down on him, whimpering and shuddering as she teased out her orgasms.
He could get used to this, very used to it. If they were going to be back on another mission to the planet in the future, he'd be looking forward to this every night.
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Except for the skeleton flight crew, everyone on the ship was in Communal Room 1, or "Houston" as it was affectionately known. That came from "Houston, we have a problem," as this meeting room was the biggest on the ship, and if something went wrong, this was the only room that could fit nearly everyone in to share the bad news.
Rolley was sitting next to Brooke, and it was telling that Rolley had moved over to sit with her after she came in, and not the other way around. At the same time she made no effort to distance them, and they chatted easily while waiting for the meeting to get underway. She had on a loose yellow shirt over her baggy black pants, and José smirked at how obvious her dark nipples were through the light coloured material.
José had expected someone might have brought up the affair between the two of them by now, if not in public, at least in private to him as captain, but as far as he could tell the crew had generally quietly accepted the fact that Rolley was fucking the married Brooke. At least that wasn't generating any jealousies or insecurities among the rest of the crew, which meant he had no need to step in and end it. That could make things difficult for him and Brooke, except of course Brooke didn't know the anonymous person fucking her was him.
Fortunately there was no bad news to give for this gathering. The navigation system had determined they were now only nine days away from Hub Station, and that it was time to start running system checks on any possible ongoing contamination issues from the planet, making sure all samples were being sealed away and catalogued, undertaking any basic repairs to the ship before handing it back over, and running detailed checks on the structure and systems so they could go into major maintenance in any down time before the ship was sent back out on its next venture.
They all had jobs to do, and in this meeting they were running down which teams were doing which checks, who was taking inventories of supplies left over, and noting any equipment issues they had on this trip, plus anything else that would help debrief the expedition as it went into wind down mode and then final hand over.
They were also discussing the planet they had visited and the results of their investigations. Almost all of them were already convinced they were going to be sent back for further study as soon as the ship went through its maintenance overhaul.
Sensing the general positive mood of everyone, he got up to give them the good news.
"Ok everyone, well we know this has been an easy run for us this time: no hitches; no equipment failures; a planet without any toxic atmosphere problems; no dangerous wildlife; and plenty of positive results from our tests. You'll be pleased to know the company has digested all the data we've sent through, and they're keen for us to get back there. So barring any major issues with the ship's maintenance, it looks like we'll have a short stay at Hub before we're shipping back out. They're organising a second expedition to come after us as soon as it's put together, with enough equipment to set up a permanent ground station for us to operate out of."
There was an outbreak of shouts and applause from the crew. For them, this could mean several years planetside studying and exploring while helping to form a new settlement. Even though in space they were completely anonymous, when new settlements sprung up, they had their chance to leave their names on features like street names, rivers and anything else that ended up needing a reference, and if things worked out well enough, they'd never go back into space again, but be planet bound with so much empty space they could truly be free.
As the chatter started to settle back down, Eva Mikulski stood up with her husband, both their hands going out to try and settle people down a bit to listen to what they were going to say. She was tall and dark haired, of strong Russian descent with a frame that, despite her near forty years and three children, was still very lean. Or at least it used to be.
With the room quietened, she put her hands on her slightly rounded belly and looked radiantly around the room.
"We won't be coming back for the next trip," she said, smiling at her husband. "We didn't plan it, but we're having another baby. I wasn't completely sure, but in the last couple days I've felt it starting to kick, so that settles it for me. We've already talked to Hub, and they'll transfer us planetside as soon as we get back, and then we'll find a doctor and start to do all the tests just to be safe."
The room echoed with claps and congratulations, and the couple were clearly very excited and happy.
"We're completely surprised, but it's a blessing and we'll miss space and all you guys. The new planet looks like a great adventure, but sadly for us, our adventure with kids starts all over again." She looked lovingly at her husband, and they were all touched by the clear devotion they had for each, especially poignant considering how most of them were single and looked to the rare married couples to keep the myth of finding love alive.
