Keena and I had enrolled in the academy in the same intake, then spent every waking hour together, or so it felt like.
Training in zero G, ship repair, battle scenarios, star navigation--everything two up-and-coming recruits needed to carry the Concordia flag into the universe.
Not every hour, of course, as male and female recruits were still kept apart at night, even in this day and age, to reduce "distractions," although we had both found time for plenty of "distractions."
We rushed into the ship's transport, laughing with a rush of excitement and anticipation now that we'd finally been assigned to a ship. And not just any ship but the Magnitude, the fleet's flagship, and not only that, but we'd actually been posted together!
"Do you know this ship has a hologram simulator?" She said enthusiastically. "And a zero G court, and the best reformers in the fleet?"
I did, of course; who didn't? The reformers meant that we'd eat like The Emperor the way it could reconstitute rations.
"Hey, you know what the newbies use the zero G for?" I enquired. "And the holo SIM, actually."
I smiled as her face scrunched up in mock disgust. Lords, but her face was pretty.
Way back when, her forebears would have hailed from somewhere called the Middle East, and she had retained the features of her people even after all these centuries of interbreeding.
She had a dark complexion, soft black wavy hair, and a slightly curved nose that gave her an air of beauty and grace.
Her thick black eyebrows closed in an admonishing glare, and her dark, full lips set in a pout.
"There won't be time for any of that, don't you think?"
So she did know about the rumors of the sexual games that were played on the ships.
"We found time for it a few times in training," I reminded her slyly.
"We certainly did Rocket Man!" She laughed at the use of the stupid nickname she had given me immediately after seeing my penis for the first time. "Hey, have you heard there's a Grovian on the ship?"
The Grovian were renowned for their unquenchable curiosity for the human sexual experience.
And let's say they were unnervingly evolved to enhance any coupling that they were granted permission to join with.
"Oh, lords, yes! Can you imagine what it would be like? Like, can it be even better than it's already been? Imagine that?" She exclaimed.
I had been imagining that, and I'd vowed to take any chance to test that imagination if it presented itself.
As the week's orientation went by I realised it had been the longest apart we'd been for months.
I missed her.
I missed her amber eyes locked in mine; I missed the feel of her warm brown skin, the curves of her well-toned shoulders, the firm slopes of her hips down to her firm round ass, and the smallish mounds of her breasts topped by the prettiest darkest nipples.
I missed her laugh, her teasing, and her playful flirting.
But most of all, I missed the feeling of her warm, wet lips around my cock.
I'd left a message at her station to meet me down at the Zero G court to play a couple of rounds of Zball.
And who knows, maybe we'd play a few rounds of some other games!
She came jogging up right on time.
"Hey Beems! How have you been?" she yelled as she threw her arms around me.
"Miss me?"
We chatted and exchanged news as we approached the court.
The green and amber lights at the door signified it was occupied, but not at capacity, so we entered the gravity lock, already wearing our Zball kit, fleet colors, red shorts, a white jersey with the red slash from corner to corner, long white socks, and elbow pads.
Her jet black hair was tied back in a ponytail, her face alive with excitement; she was gorgeous.
Someone had described her as a "Persian beauty," although I wasn't really sure what that meant. She was physically fit, as all recruits had to be; her whole body was toned and as powerful as a coiled spring.
I had put on a few pounds of muscle myself through training at the academy and felt like now, in my 21st cycle, I'd really filled in my man shape.
Broad shoulders and a muscled chest, strong thighs, and a square chin. Of mostly 'European' heritage, although that meant nothing to anyone any more, I held an olive collection of blonde hair but dark eyebrows.
Keena had said they'd end up using me on recruitment holos.
We entered the high-walled box of the court and immediately floated up off the floor laughing like fools.
The lights had indicated the court was occupied, but I saw no one.
"I've waited to get some time with you for an eternity," I said as we gently crashed together in midair.
"Me too, Beems; I've been thinking about you a lot."
"Any particular part of me?" I asked cheekily.
