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“ All hands, this is the captain.

“ We have departed the Pecula System, enroute to our jump point back to the Andromeda Galaxy. I, along with other senior officers and Fordham personnel have shared with the High Command the extraordinary events brought about by one of our fighter pilots being contacted by an alien species.

“ The High Command has empowered us to investigate this contact without any additional guidance from them. Therefore, once we have returned to the Andromeda Galaxy, the Fordham will do just that. When it becomes necessary, I will put this starship on a state of red alert. This will be done even if there is no indication of hostilities from any beings we encounter. I will expect all military and civilian personnel to act accordingly once this is done.

“ That is all for now. Yarrum out. ”

***

Veronica’s shift ended one shiphour after the Fordham left the Pecula System and was traveling to Quadrant Two of the Outer Arm in the Milky Way, the nearest point from which the starship would be allowed to use the fermion drive to jump to the Andromeda Galaxy—a five-day journey, even with their emquips running at maximum.

After leaving the bridge, Veronica went back to her quarters, showered, ate a protein-packed ready-meal, put her uniform back on, and then left to make her way to Deck 5.

Putting the uniform back on was strategic…

Originally, she had wanted to arrive at Jane’s wearing something cute and feminine. She had even thought about the outfit…a very cute dress she had bought in London a couple of years ago during one of her shore leaves.

Then she had thought more about things…

She was going to Deck 5.

Deck 5, among other things, was where the pilots lived. Specifically, it was where the Sabre Squadron pilots lived.

The elite of the elites.

The arrogant of the arrogant.

She did not want to risk walking along the passageways in that part of Deck 5, looking like she was going on a date!

First of all, this could hardly be called a date, in her estimation. Sure, she and Jane might eat a meal—which was date-like —but the purpose of this visit was pretty clear: they were going to have sex for the first time.

Secondly, the pilots she might encounter on the way to Jane’s quarters—upon seeing her dressed cutely—would certainly give her an earful, knowing what was going on.

Veronica figured there was a good likelihood they would give her an earful even though she was wearing her uniform, but she was hoping that…A: maybe they wouldn’t, and assume that she was on Deck 5 for official business, or B: maybe the earful they would give her would be tempered somewhat out of respect for the uniform and what it represented.

It took about ten minutes for her to make her way up from Subdeck 7 to the section on Deck 5 where Jane lived. Normally, it would have taken longer. Her quarters were amidships, Jane’s were aft, and on a starship as large as the Fordham , that was quite a distance.

However, on the way, she had encountered an engineering ensign that she was friends with, and who was using a hover-sleigh to complete some errands. The ensign offered to give her a ride as far as the aft lift tubes which would take her up and deposit her nearest to her destination on Deck 5, shaving off substantial time from her trip.

Exiting the lift tube on Deck 5, she didn’t need Rosie to guide her to Jane’s quarters. She knew this ship so well that all she’d had to do earlier was look up Jane’s “address”—in the form of her room designation—and know exactly which way to go…

In the passageway that led to Jane’s door, she passed a couple of Sabre Squadron pilots heading in the opposite direction. They both looked down at her…

Why do they all have to be so tall?

…with puzzled expressions as they drew near, probably trying to figure out what a goddam lowly was doing on their deck.

Veronica gave the official Unitary nod: a short, sharp downward motion of her head.

“Lieutenants,” she said in her best I’m here on official business voice, not breaking her stride.

A glance at the room designation of the first door she passed told her she had five more doors until Jane’s.

Unfortunately, things got worse…

Just as she became aware that the two lieutenants she had just passed had turned around and were now following her, she saw another pilot approaching. None other than Lieutenant Colonel Tai Chang, second in command of Sabre Squadron.

What is she doing here?

Veronica knew that this was not the deck Colonel Chang was quartered on so, seriously, what the fuck?

Again, the Unitary nod.

“Colonel, ma’am,” she said, passing the rather well-known pilot.

She quickened her step.

Taking a quick peek back she saw…

Fuck me!

…Colonel Chang had joined the two lieutenants in following her!

Three more doors…

Two more doors…

She reached Jane’s door and jabbed the Announce button. She wanted Jane to answer it instantly and yank her inside. As it was, Jane didn’t answer it until Veronica could feel the three other pilots standing behind her like poisonous vipers waiting to strike.

When the door to Jane’s quarters hissed open, Jane first smiled at Veronica, and then seemed to notice her colleagues. Her brow darkened.

“What do you all want?” she asked.

Veronica took a step closer to Jane, feeling the need for some protection.

“Uh-uh-uh…” Colonel Chang said. “That’s, ‘What do you want, ma’am! ’ At least when you’re addressing me .” She gestured to the two lieutenants. “You can call these two whatever you want.”

Jane huffed out breath.

“Is there something I can do for you, ma’am? ” she asked the colonel.

“Oh, I don’t know, Lieutenant Belivet,” Colonel Chang said. “I think we were just wondering why a bridge officer was paying a visit to this deck.” She looked at Veronica. “Is something the matter, Lieutenant Junior Grade…?” She waved her hand, inviting Veronica to supply the missing information.

“Vale, ma’am,” Veronica answered, giving her surname.

“Well, Lieutenant Junior Grade Vale,” Colonel Chang said, “is there something the bridge needs of us?”

“No, ma’am,” Veronica said quietly.

Jane huffed again.

“The lieutenant is off duty, ma’am,” she said. “As am I! This is a social call.”

“A social call?” one of the other pilots said. She was dressed casually in a loose-fitting t-shirt without an identification patch, but Veronica knew who she was. Like all of her other friends who were lesbians, she could identify the women of Sabre Squadron easily.

This one was Raven.

“Yes, a social call!” Jane replied.

“Well, I’m feeling social,” Raven responded. She looked at the other pilot, who Veronica knew had the call sign Deadeye. “Aren’t you feeling social, Amber?”

Deadeye nodded.

“Very social,” she said. “Hey, MaryAnne, why don’t we ask Jane to invite us in? We could play cards, or watch a movie, or…”

“Get lost,” Jane said in the tone of someone making a suggestion. “That idea works too.”

“But we would like to get better acquainted with the lieutenant junior grade!” Colonel Chang said. “She seems like such a nice and…” She looked Veronica up and down. “… tiny person.”

Veronica blushed but knew she couldn’t respond to that.

“By the way, Lieutenant Junior Grade Vale,” the colonel went on, “when I was just starting to date my girlfriend, your pal Lieutenant Belivet here was not above teasing me whenever Lia came to visit.”

Another huff from Jane.

“I should point out, ma’am,” Jane began, “that one day, Lieutenant Vale will be the captain of this ship! And I’m sure she’ll remember this!”

Colonel Chang scoffed and waved that off.

“I’ll worry about that when she becomes the captain,” she said, laughing dryly. “In the meantime, she’s a JG and fair game. But we’ll leave you two to your social call, Lieutenant.” She looked at Veronica. “Prepare to be disappointed, Lieutenant Junior Grade Vale. I doubt you can get Jane to stop talking about herself long enough for anything… social to happen.”

“Hey!” Jane snapped.

But the colonel and the other two pilots were laughing as they started walking away.

Jane pulled Veronica in the rest of the way and the door closed behind them.

Veronica’s heart was thumping. It was ridiculous, she knew, but tall, intimidating women could be scary!

“Seriously,” Jane said, “when you become captain, you need to make her scrub toilets for a month!”

Veronica looked at her.

“Captains can’t actually do that,” she said. Besides, she considered silently, disciplining a member of a different branch of the military involved a lot of red tape and bureaucracy. “Anyway,” she added, feeling herself calm down now that they were alone, “are you really going to talk so much about yourself that nothing… social is going to happen…?”

***

Less than twenty minutes later, Veronica was looking down, not believing what she was seeing.

She was lying nude on Jane’s bed, watching Jane suck on her left breast, pulling her diamond-hard nipple into her mouth, and nibbling at it lightly with her teeth.

She couldn’t help it…

A Sabre Squadron pilot is sucking my breast!

She really couldn’t believe it!

It was like a celebrity was doing this to her! And in a way, that wasn’t so far off…

She and other gay, female lowlies had been secretly worshipping many women on the Fordham . Captain Yarrum and Commander Voss topped that list because, well, Captain Yarrum and Commander Voss.

However, the list also included several fitness instructors, a handful of schoolteachers, three restaurant chefs…and virtually all of the Amazonian pilots of Sabre Squadron.

And now one of those pilots was actually sucking on her breast!

And she was also naked!

Jane’s body was incredible! Tall, of course, and so toned—evidence of how hard elite fighter pilots work at keeping in peak physical condition. Her legs went on forever, and her medium-sized breasts were spectacular…teardrop-shaped with very dark brown nipples.

But before Veronica had a chance to explore Jane’s body, Jane had gotten her onto the bed, undressed her, topped her, and started her own exploration.

Veronica had been pleased that her own breasts had seemed to make Jane a bit weak in the knees. Once they had been revealed just a short while ago, Jane had let out a gasp, her mouth had gone slack, and her eyes had widened. Watching her, Veronica had smirked. She had been blessed up top, and she knew the effect her boobs had on others, and she was glad that even elite starfighter pilots were not immune.

She herself gasped now when she felt her nipple bitten. The action wasn’t repeated but she really wanted it to be. That bite had made her pussy clench delightfully.

“Again!” she muttered. A second later…“Oh fuck, ma’am!”

That sharp little pain felt so good!

Jane lifted her head and cocked an eyebrow at her.

“You don’t have to call me ma’am,” she said. “Especially now.”

But Veronica had other ideas.

Meeting Jane’s eyes, she stared at her lustily.

“Please fuck me, ma’am! ” she replied. “Please, ma’am!”

Her clit pulsed strongly each time she said that word.

Jane’s eyes seemed to grow darker, and it made Veronica’s pussy clench again.

“Well…since you asked nicely, Lieutenant …” she said.

“ Nnngh! ” Veronica grunted as Jane’s fingers started stroking her pussy. “Call me Ensign! Please, ma’am!”

Jane gave her a wicked smile.

“Open wider, Ensign,” Jane instructed.

Veronica lifted her knees and spread her legs. Jane shifted herself a bit to better fit between her legs and then resumed stroking her folds.

“Mmmmm…Ensign…you’re excited!” Jane purred.

Veronica, biting her lower lip nodded. She was really wet. It was almost embarrassing, but Jane certainly didn’t seem to mind.

“Yes, ma’am,” she replied. “I am!”

“Very good, Ensign,” Jane said. “Now…ask me to fuck you…”

Veronica let out breath caused by how strongly her core reacted to that command.

“Please, ma’am,” she began. “Fuck me! Please!”

The stroking of her sex continued.

“Again!” Jane ordered.

“ Please, ma’am! ” Veronica urged. “Fuck me!”

“Very good, Ensign,” Jane purred.

Veronica felt Jane’s fingers play near her opening for a moment before two of them were inserted, sliding in so easily, the tips of them pressing against the upper wall of her passage as they journeyed deeper into her vagina, until…

“Oh fuck!” Veronica cried out.

Jane had reached that spot.

“Mmmmm…there it is!” Jane cooed. She was topping her fully now, their breasts mashed together. She began thrusting her fingers in and out of Veronica’s pussy, and with each inward thrust she made sure to press firmly on her g-spot while simultaneously ensuring that her hand slapped against her clit.

Veronica rocked her pelvis, matching Jane’s rhythm. It had the effect of not only allowing Jane to drive her fingers into her pussy a bit deeper, but it also made the hand’s contact with her clit that much more forceful.

She grunted and mewled as the fucking continued. She wrapped her arms around Jane’s back and simply submitted to it all.

Not long after, she felt her walls fluttering and the intensity of the pleasure in her mound increasing, rising rapidly to that tipping point she knew was not far away. For the briefest of moments, she worried that Jane would make fun of her if she climaxed so fast, but almost as soon as that thought crept into her mind, another one did…and this one was telling her not to give a fuck because what was happening felt so good.

“ Unnngh! ” she squealed just before it hit. “ I’m coming, ma’am! ”

She tightened her embrace of Jane as her core exploded and sparkling flashes of color appeared behind her closed eyelids.

“ Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnngh! ” she grunted, burying her face against the upper part of Jane’s chest, which, because the pilot was so much taller than her, was the portion of Jane’s body over her head at this moment.

Jane had stopped thrusting by now and was holding her fingers deep in Veronica’s vagina, stroking the magic spot as Veronica’s passage squeezed the digits. Veronica gasped and let out a cry against Jane’s body. This was a particularly strong orgasm, and she was trying hard not to let out a full-throated scream for fear of the sound escaping the confines of these walls. She had studied the construction specs of the Fordham . She knew the bulkheads separating the majority of compartments on this ship could only contain so much sound. In fact, the most soundproof quarters belonged to the captain. In any case, Veronica knew that if she really let herself go while orgasming someone might hear, and then who knew what kind of teasing she would be opening herself up to from the pilots of Sabre Squadron.

But less than ten seconds later, she no longer cared.

Jane’s expert fingers masterfully brought about the inevitable…and it shocked Veronica so much that keeping quiet became impossible.

She was coming again, a second climax that started right where the first one left off, not giving her a chance to gather her senses between the two.

She pulled her face away from Jane’s body and arched her head back.

“ FUUUUUUUUCK! OH FUUUUUUUUUUCK….! ”

It was a maximum volume scream, and she didn’t care who heard it…