Pt. 03

Chapter 27

Part 3 of 4

Edited by Steve

By T Hodge

"Tim, you are needed on the bridge," Sarha said.

Tim sat up in his bed and stretched, looking around. The night had been rough, there were no bodies to snuggle with. The girls had gone to visit their parents for a couple of days.

"Yes, Tim, we have a situation with both corvettes," Sarha added.

Tim dressed quickly and got to his seat on the bridge right away, he sat and checked the forward viewscreen. "OK, somebody give me a heads-up on what's going on." Wrinkling his brow, simultaneously, rubbing one hand on the pant leg, trying to think about what is being said to him.

"Tim, DarkIce called and reported the appearance of one hundred ships on his long-range scanner." Mayio had turned from the pilot's seat to tell Tim this.

"I need to talk to DarkIce. Now!,"

"DarkIce's channel is open now!" The person at the communications station called out.

"DarkIce, this is Tim. What's the situation?" He sat there with a puzzled look.

"Tim, about an hour or so ago, one hundred ships appeared on the long-range scanner. They're just sitting there, and it appears they're expecting something."

"Are both corvettes cloaked?"

"Yes, as soon as we saw them I called a yellow alert. We immediately cloaked and put the shields at full power."

"Very good. In what direction do they seem to be headed?"

"This is the problem; their ships are scattered all over the region, and their formation does not point in any one direction."

"Send me a report every half an hour, and DarkIce, good work!" Tim had a gleam in his eye, knowing DarkIce was doing a great job.

"Will do, and Thanks." Appeared unaffected by what Tim thought but still felt the pride in knowing he was taking the correct action.

"Engineering, Tim here."

"Tim, this is Gento, how may I help you?"

"Gento, is the wormhole generator functional, and how long before we can use it?"

"It's functional now. We will start it up, and in six hours, you will be able to use it."

"Tawni, do the navigators have all the information to use the wormhole generator?"

"Yes."

"Was there any information on the side effects to the crew members?"

"Tim, the manual was a technical manual, and there was no information about side effects."

"Sarha, was the wormhole generator ever used?"

Sarha appeared to Tim's right side, "No, it was not even tested."

"Not tested." ... Tim took a deep breath. "How do we know if it even works?"

"I cannot answer that question. ... Sorry."

"How are we supposed to use an untested piece of equipment?" still trying not to think about what could go wrong.

"Tim, I am sure that the builders knew what they were doing."

"How sure are you?" Tim frowned, hoping she would have an answer.

"Everything else is working and has been for 10,000 years."

"But Sarha, if we start through and don't make it. We could die."

"Tim, if we don't make it through and all die, will you know it?"

"Point taken. Notify all department heads for a meeting in thirty minutes."

Tim sat in his seat and thought about what they would do.

Tawni walked up to Tim's seat. "Tim, can I tell you something you may not know?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Did you have any difficulty using the MTS machine?"

"Why, no. What does that have to do with the wormhole?

"Our MTS machines are wormhole generators."

Tim thought about this. Yes, the MTS machines were wormholes. He decided to inform the rest of the crew.

The thirty minutes went by fast. Tim sat in the meeting room while everyone came in and sat.

Once Tim saw everyone was there, he started. "Ladies and gentlemen, it has been pointed out to me that we have already been using a wormhole in recent weeks. Apparently, our MTS machines are wormholes."

Everyone looked at each other with shocked looks. After careful thought, this is precisely what they had done. The department heads felt better now, knowing that they would not die from using the wormhole.

***

Deniece came home after taking the kids to the babysitter, since it was Mom's evening out. She and Miss C would go to a new diner that Mayio's relations had opened, and they would have dinner and afterward go to the naked beach.

She wanted to take a hot bath before dinner. On her way to the bathroom, she took off her clothes and tossed them on the bed. Now naked and standing at the washroom door, she saw Miss C already in the tub.

Miss C had her eyes closed, and her fingers were busy. Miss C neither heard nor saw Deniece standing by the door. She was taking advantage of her alone time. She hasn't done this in a long time, but now it feels great.

Deniece had hoped that Miss C would have seen or heard her. But with her fingers playing with her pussy and her mind, someplace else. There was no chance at all.

Deniece stood there, staring at Miss C's hands. She recalled that one of the lessons Madlyn had given her referred to pleasuring oneself as masturbation. Is that what she was supposed to be doing? She didn't understand what it meant to enjoy oneself. She felt like a fool, but she was too embarrassed to ask Madlyn. All she could remember were these brief moments, maybe five minutes of having sex with her husband. If that was real sex, she didn't need any part of it.

Miss C's wet finger entered her pussy, while the other hand held her breast. She let out a soft groan.

Deniece wanted to see why Miss C was moaning. She put her hand around her right breast and rubbed it. She felt nothing at all. She thought. '

Maybe I was the one who needed to be held. She just wished there was somebody to ask about what she did not understand.

As Deniece reflected, she heard a heavier moan. She turned fully to Miss C. who now had two fingers in her pussy and jammed them in and out. Her back was arched, her body shivering. She now heard Miss C say, "yes, that's it. Baby, I'm cummmmming! Uhhhhhhhh!" Oh, fuck!" Her body went limp and sank back into the tub.

Deniece ran toward the bath, knelt to see, and asked, "Are you all right?"

Miss C opened her eyes, surprised that someone was there. She laughed at Deniece and asked, "How long were you there?"

Deniece turned red and said, "Not for long. Are you alright now?"

"I feel great now. Don't you always feel good when you do it?"

Deniece just watched her with a strange face. "What are you asking?"

Miss C sat in the bathtub, and she had the most embarrassing look. "Deniece, do you understand what we're dealing with here?"

Too embarrassed to admit it. Deniece put her head down and turned away. "No,"

"I'm sorry. I assumed you knew these things."

Deniece stood up and left. She didn't feel like going anywhere now. She thought, '

tomorrow, she will ask Tim to return her to her husband's homeworld

.' She thought she was just too stupid.

Miss C hurried from the tub. She needed to talk to Deniece before she did something foolish. She walked into the bedroom while wrapping a towel around herself. Seeing Deniece on the bed, she sat down next to her. "Deniece, I didn't mean that the way it sounded."

"It's OK; I know I'm not the brightest person. I'll ask Tim to return the kids and me to my husband."

"Can I ask a question?"

"I won't be able to give you an answer. I am so stupid, and I don't know a thing."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"OK, but you'll have to make it simple because I don't know anything."

"OK, here's the question. Have you told anyone that you needed help to understand these things? Now before you answer that question, let me tell you something. "

"Growing up, I didn't have a mother or father. At five years old, my father died, and my mother died when I was ten. The people on the street raised me. Some good, others bad. But at least they told me about the facts of life. At least someone told me. I guess no one told you. Am I right?"

"That's two questions," Deniece said with a slide grin. "But you are right; my mother also died before we could talk."

"Stupid means showing a lack of ability to learn and understand things. Do you know how to raise kids? Have you taken those lessons from Madlyn? Do you know the difference between right and wrong?" Miss C stood up and looked Deniece in the face. "If you have answered these questions, with a 'yes.' Then you are not stupid."

"But I don't know a thing about my own body. I'm sorry, I stood there watching you in the tub. I don't know what you were doing, and it looked like you were enjoying doing it. But then you started talking and then fell back into the tub like you died."

Miss C now knew she had an important job ahead of her. "Get dressed, and we're going to dinner and then to the beach." She grabbed Deniece's hands and pulled her off the bed. "We are going to talk a lot, and I'll try to show you the things I can. After that, we'll find you a real man, and then he can show you his part. At any time you ask your questions, we'll get you your answers."

Deniece felt more comfortable now, and she could talk to somebody. They got dressed and went to dinner, then to the beach. Since they both knew they would end up on the beach, they skipped underwear, making it easier to undress later.

They entered the naked part and picked up their towels. They found a place where they could be on their own, and they laid out the towels, removed their clothes, and ran toward the water. Once in the water, they found others playing water games, and they joined in.

They played water games for some time and then went back to the towels and sat down, where they started to talk.

Deniece asked, "I was wondering what you were doing in the bathtub? And why did you do what you did?"

Miss C said, "Let's head home; we'll stop and pick up the kids and then talk."

They both stood, slipped their dresses over their heads, and were ready to leave. They stopped at the babysitter. There, they were told that the children had gone to sleep. Why not leave them until morning? Agreeing, they went home.

As they entered the house, Deniece said, "Since the kids aren't here, could we talk?"

"Yes, if we're going to talk about your body, let's get to bed."

"Why the bed. What's wrong with this place?" Deniece pointed to the couch.

"You'll find it's easier in bed." While Miss C walked toward the bedroom, took her dress off, and jumped onto bed. She turned and sat up, patting Deniece's side of the bed. "Come on; it's time to talk."

Deniece now had a worried look. She thought to herself, '

Am I ready for this

?"

Miss C still rested her hand on the bed and sat with a smile. "Deniece, we are going to talk, and I will not touch you. But if you want to know about your body, you will have to trust me."

Deniece took off her dress and crawled into bed. "Fine, I am here. Now what?" She was sitting like Miss C.

"Have you ever fantasized about a man? If so, what went on?"

"Yes, and I don't know, Kissing, he touched my breast, and I started down his chest. It ended there."

"Were you wet at that moment?"

"What does that mean, wet and where?"

Miss C pointed out Deniece's pussy. "There, are you wet there?"

"I don't think so; why?"

"Now I know we have a long way to go. All right, let's begin with something simple. I need you to get your fingertips wet." Miss C put her finger in her mouth and moistened the tip.

Deniece looked at her like she was out of her mind. But still put her finger in her mouth, same as Miss C.

"Now shut your eyes. I want you to touch your wet finger on your right nipple."

"What's the big deal?"

"Go ahead and do it!"

"OK, now what?" Deniece touches her right nipple, and she can't tell the difference. "OK, what happens now?"

"Wet your finger again, now slowly move it across the nipple."

Deniece did so, and she moved her finger over the nipple. This time, she felt a tingly sensation. "Ooooh."

"You felt something that time. Now wet your whole finger, move it around and over your nipple."

Again, Deniece did as she was told. She put the entire finger in her mouth, ran her tongue around and over it, just making sure that it was wet. She enjoyed that tingly feeling, and she hoped she could feel it once more.

She placed her finger over the nipple, moving it from side to side. The nipple began to stiffen. The tingling sensation became stronger now. Deniece emits another "Ooooh." With this "Ooooh," she felt a slight tingling sensation between her legs. She stopped.

Miss C looked into Deniece's face, seeing a fantastic look. She now knew Deniece was beginning to sense the pleasure. Then Deniece stopped altogether. Miss C asked, "What made you stop?"

"I felt something down there." She was pointing toward her pussy.

"Show me where that sensation was."

"It was down there." She pointed at her pussy one more time.

"Use your finger and touch the spot."

Deniece lowered her hand between her legs and placed a finger on her clit. "This is the spot that tingles."

"If that's where it is. Wiggle your finger on it. See if there's any tingling now."

Deniece moved her finger a bit. She'd never touched this area of her body before except for wiping. The feeling was strange and tingled simultaneously, and the tingling feeling was getting stronger.

Miss C said, "Wet that finger; if you rub your clit with a dry finger, it's gonna hurt."

Deniece again did as she was told. She wet her finger one more time and rubbed her clit. She was now feeling a tingling sensation. She put her other hand on her breast and rubbed it.

Miss C saw Deniece's face differently, and it was starting to look like a female enjoying herself. "Deniece, you watched me in the tub earlier. I want you to keep your eyes closed, and you need to see what I did and do the same thing."

Deniece just nodded her head. Her hands now seemed to have their own thing to do, and they did what Miss C said.

***

"Tim, we have a report from DarkIce."

"Put it on the speaker. ... DarkIce, what's to report?"

"Tim, one hundred more ships just jumped into the system. I think it's a full-scale invasion."

"Have they started to move?"

"No, still holding."

"We will be to you in a few minutes. We now have a wormhole generator, and it works."

"Tabitha, to the bridge," Tim called over the system. "DarkIce, I need Shanae back here."

"I'll send her right to you."

Tabitha rushed to the bridge and asked, "What do you want me to do? Are they really invading our system?"

"Yes, I need you to let your father know. He needs as many ships as he can get."

"Do we know who this is?"