THE LAST HUMANS
The earth was gone.
The small experimental spacecraft speeding away from the wreckage of the planet carried only two people as it headed out on a trajectory that would eventually lead out of the Solar System with no way to control where it was going.
Both survivors were contractors in their early 20s who had been working at the secret facility housing the small space shuttle they found themselves in, a prototype equipped with several pieces of experimental technology. It was not meant to fly for years, if ever.
Aeronautical engineer Tyler Parks was only alive with his crush Jessica Diaz because they had snuck away after hours into the shuttle to have sex for the first time, or so Tyler had been hoping. Jess was a software engineer barely older than him who was not even supposed to know the shuttle existed, as strategic distribution of labor had kept the various teams unaware of what they were actually working on. Tyler had just been back from the gym, having recently decided to work on his body since he looked too much like a nerd for his taste. The boy was not much to look at but made up for it by being quite the skilled lover and his "size" had been the talk of girls in the building for months.
The shuttle was equipped with a matter converter that was somehow designed to provide infinite air, basic food and the one medicine humans of this time needed to stay in perfect health. Including the very small bridge that held the controls, the shuttle was made of four small distinct sections: the engineering compartment at the back, a double bunk bed compartment and a kitchen and storage compartment across from it. Key to their survival was an inertia dampening system that was still experimental, creating constant artificial gravity.
Thanks to the advanced technologies of the time, the suits they were wearing were made of nanomachines, microscopic robots that had been programmed to perform several crucial tasks, most of which were under the full control of the human they were connected to. They eliminated human waste before it even exited the body and turned it into energy, cleaned the host body at all times and served as a protective skin.
For women, the suits allowed them to consciously control most aspects of their bodies such as their reproductive cycle as well as being able to control the number and sex of the babies they had by manipulating their own chromosomes.
The suits normally had to be covered with actual clothing, as they looked like nothing more than a skin-colored second skin with no exception made for the genitals. They could be removed like actual clothing, separated into a top and a bottom piece for convenience. One downside of the suits was that they eliminated all hair on the human body aside from the eyebrows and hair. That function was being worked on before the planet was destroyed, but now it would never work as intended.
It took days for the initial shock to pass and for the new reality to sink in. Once they had done an analysis of the situation, it was clear that they could survive in this shuttle technically forever unless it broke down but the controls were locked and the gravity-based propulsion system was beyond their understanding. The one thing they found was a small log of issues, including that repeated exposure to the propulsion drive could cause sterility after less than a year. Which meant if they spent more than a year in this craft, they would both become sterile.
The two survivors reacted to death like most humans did and what started as a date turned into a lasting effort to forget they were the last humans alive, by turning to each other in the only way they could. Thinking about anything else at this point would have been madness, but it helped that the one medication they took strictly regulated their emotions, making it impossible to be depressed.
A few weeks after they had realized the entirety of their situation, they decided to have a serious talk. Both of them were self-aware enough to know they were not moral people, had slightly twisted minds and had both been obsessed with sex since a very young age.
Jess had lost her virginity to her own brother at her request and after she turned 18 she had become quite the slut. Tyler had always been a slut as well, not due to his average looks, his blond hair or his blue eyes, but due to his first girlfriend spreading the word of how big his dick was.
Jessica's short dark hair and slightly dark skin contrasted with the green of her eyes, and her lips were full and soft-looking; she had always been popular at the facility where they worked but Tyler was the first one she had wanted to sleep with. While her face was attractive enough, it was her body that had always made it easy for her to score. The medicine they took kept her in perfect health and she had always worked out a lot.
This resulted in a firm round butt that complimented breasts too large for her otherwise slender and short frame. And Jess had what she believed to be the most perfect vagina imaginable, with soft and very pink and thin lips that had a tendency to always be slightly moist. The sight of her bent over with her naked ass and pink pussy exposed was enough to get any man hard instantly. And she knew it.
THE PLAN
Six weeks after the Earth's destruction they were resting back into the bottom bunk bed, having decided two weeks before to not have sex again until that night. Jess had her head on Tyler's chest, who was leaning against the wall with his arm around her shoulders and his fingers running through her silky hair, marveling at how smooth and soft it was.
Her own hand was running up and down his thigh, her bright green eyes closing as she felt his hand reach for her chest. While her body was covered by the nano suit, she may as well have been naked when his fingers closed on one of her heavy breasts and began softly squeezing and groping at her.
Tyler liked her chest, but it had always been her rear end that had excited him the most. For two years before they hooked up, Jessica had worn nothing but pencil skirts and tight lowcut blouses at their office and had made it painfully obvious to see that she never, ever wore any undergarments.
For the moment, Jessica's shapely and firm ass was out of reach underneath her but he would get to it soon enough. A pinch of her nipple caused her to snap back to reality and open her eyes as her head tilted to look up at him with her bottom lip between her teeth. "Did you hear -anything- I said, Jess?" She shook her head and grinned in response.
"Nope, not one single word." Another grin lit up her face as she looked up to his and moved her hand to rest on top of his cock. Jess had always been intensely turned on by giving head and for some odd reason that Tyler would never complain about, she loved his cock and she touched it and put it in her mouth at every chance even though his size made it impossible to take him very deep.