It was so busy they hardly had time to talk, much less sneak off to their secret corner and pull their insulation pad mattress from storage. Vesse went braless for him, the sweat plastering her T-shirt to her chest outlining her nipples and areolae. He went shirtless when he could, giving her a nice view of his taut young chest and shoulder muscles. But when the shift ended, they'd managed only a couple of kisses and titty-squeezes. Didn't even have an excuse to use the decon-shower together.
Inviting her to his new quarters he didn't need an excuse for, especially after he'd found out he'd been relocated to the same urbzone as her. But.. she hesitated.
"That feels a bit like a relationship, doesn't it?" she asked him as they headed out together.
"You don't want a relationship?" He hadn't thought they'd had one, but everything, from the happy hugs and kisses when they met to clock in for the day to showering together at shift-end (if they could manage it) told him they might share a real bed some time outside working hours.
"You're so young!" she patted his left buttock affectionately.
"You told me you liked young men."
"I told you I like young cocks," she laughed, "There's a difference!" She thought of last night's cock, a young boy, almost too young. She hadn't trusted Sharina, did a quick check on her own to make sure the boy really was eighteen. He'd developed some emotional problems, couldn't handle life in the dorm and ran away. The hard part was tracking him down. When she finally did, comforting him was so easy. She remembered his desperate thrusts, his moans through tears. He'd only cum once, then collapsed in exhaustion, but the load she collected was impressive. She comforted him some more, telling him about a smaller, more private dormitory she could get him into, told him he could visit her if he got anxious again. She wiggled her hips, remembering his thrusts. He had been even bigger than Gene, his fear made him shake, so thrilling when he was inside her...
"So enjoy my cock in a real bed instead of on a bare mattress in a clump of thorn bushes!"
"I intend to," she slipped a hand around to cup his crotch, "But first we've got to have a little talk about jealousy."
"You mean that other guy that you used to work with?"
"Yeah, and," she turned to him, stretched her arms up and out as if she was yawning, "I like it that I can turn on young boys like you." The material of the t-shirt pulled up hard against her breasts, erect nipples and bumpy areolae clearly outlined. Then she dropped her arms. "And I like the... variety."
"So...?"
"I know you said you don't have a problem with me seeing another boy, but I don't know if you can handle joining a team an old lady recruited to keep her happy!" She stopped, took him in her arms and kissed him.
He didn't ask how large a team. Good.
"So before we go to my place, we got to understand a few things: One, you can't stay overnight. I know nobody checks and nobody cares, but it's still against the rules. Two, if you want to get together and I say I can't, or I can only get together for, like, an hour, it's probably because I've already scheduled a date with one of my other boys. Three," and she looked at him really seriously, "I want you to seriously go out and try to connect with a woman your age because you're not going to start a family with this old cunt!" She tapped her crotch as they began walking again.
A little bit shocked, more by the crude language than anything, he said nothing as they kept on walking.
"But of course even if you do find Ms. Right, I'll still be around for occasional fun -- I told you I like your cock!"
"OK," he said, more in surprise than agreement. They walked the rest of the way to her place hand in hand in silence.
The first thing he noticed about her place wasn't the absence of a wallscreen, which made the windowless cubicle seem even more claustrophobic, or the antique bed, metal frame and foam mattress, sturdy, not collapsible, couldn't be folded up into the wall, or even the fact that the air was pleasantly warm and dry, not like so many places in the colony where ventilation problems kept everything a little too cool, a little bit damp.
It was the door, a second door, not the one they'd entered by.
She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her T-shirt and flopped on her back, stretching luxuriously, but his eyes were still on the door, not her delicious nipples. "You have a closet?" he asked in awe.
"Better than that," she slipped her hands down to her crotch and unbuttoned her trousers, then slowly pulled down the zipper, "Go ahead, take a look!" she rolled her hips.
He pushed the door. It accordioned sideways -- things were so cramped there was no room for a door to swing in or out -- and revealed a tiny bathroom, complete with toilet, shower, sink with mirrored cabinet above it.
"Shower doesn't work," she pushed her trousers and underwear down, then opened her legs invitingly, "So I just use it for storage." That explained the clothes on hangers and the cardboard box with a crude set of drawers cut into it.
He closed the door and undressed while she watched. "How did you get all that?" He pulled his shirt over his head.
"They couldn't demolish the older apartments, just divided them up, ah!" she sighed as he pushed his briefs down, cock bouncing up, so young and eager, with a tiny drop of pre-cum already pearling at the tip. "I know one couple living in a single room that used to be a dining room, oval shaped, cabinets all over the place. C'mon," she reached for his cock, stroked the sensitive underside of the head, "I want you inside me!"
He climbed into bed, but beside her, taking her into his arms and kissing her. "All day long I was staring at these," he stroked her breasts, cupped them, rolled the nipples playfully between finger and thumb.
"You want to kiss them?" She stroked his hair, pushed his head down.
"Mmm!" he pushed her breasts together so he could get both big nipples between his lips at the same time, sucking on them so they grew longer and harder. His cock poked insistently against her thigh, but he didn't climb on top, only savored the touch and taste of her. She sighed as he nibbled gently on her nipples and stroked his free hand down her stomach to run his fingers through the gray cloud of her pubic hair.
When he slipped his middle finger in between her dampening pussylips, he felt her tense up, but it was too late: his nail caught against the microthin insert just below her swelling clitoris.
