The characters do not belong to me -- drown me!

This story started out an attempt to meet the hot tub challenge, but somewhere along the way it took on a mind of its own. I am sorry, I am just an incurable romantic. There are some people -- someplace somewhere -- who might consider the final scene of this story to contain non-consensual sex. I also have to believe, considering the nature of this site, that this scene will be interpreted, as it was written, as an act of love by someone who sometimes has problems with words.

"Hello, my name is Hopewell. Evan Hopewell." The short man extended his hand to Captain Dylan Hunt, who accepted his handshake and tried to unravel the thread of recognition, the sight of the blond, blue-eyed man invoked.

"I come as a representative of Libra X, a planet dedicated to preserving the written heritage of all species." Dylan detected what he recognized from movies as a British accent.

'And populated primarily by bookish librarians, who are horrible at fighting, and give the most boring parties in the universe.' Dylan thought. He failed to see what Libra X would add to his commonwealth. "I am pleased that you have chosen to travel this far to meet with us about rebuilding the commonwealth. We don't get to this corner of the universe too often, and meeting us part way served to save us time, fuel . . . . Your planet's dedication to . . . . Right now we have , . . .

While Dylan continued on with his soliloquy about rebuilding the commonwealth Evan removed his dark framed glasses, wiped them with a silk pocket square from his tweed sport coat, checked what he saw again with a disbelieving stare, and refolded the handkerchief. He continued to look at the captain, but it was clear he was not listening.

"Pardon me, my mind seems to have drifted off. I think the travel was more exhausting than I had anticipated."

"We can continue our discussions in the morning. We have quarters prepared for you. I trust you will find them comfortable. Sorry, we have no printed books on board, but we do have some recorded music. Trance, can you take Mr. Hopewell to his quarters."

The small creature that served as his escort was the most delightful shade of light lavender. "Trance Gemini." She said to him, with a yellow toothed smile.

"What a delightful name." It had been a long time since had encountered someone of her size, energy level, or for that matter color. She skipped along beside him as they walked down the long hall.

"Did you fall into a vat of grapes whilst crushing them?" Evan had no idea where that comment had come from. It was impolite to comment on species features. The poor girl was not responsible for the genes that had made her that color and given her a tail. "Excuse me, I was just thinking of an old story."

"Vat of grapes?" She looked at him with huge eyes.

"Big barrel. Ancient humans used to fill them with fruit and jump up in down in them to extract the juice from which to make wine."

"I love fruit. I love to jump up and down. I love wine. What's a barrel?" Evan was taken by how innocently cute the young woman was. She would have been a welcome addition to any wine crushing party.

"An ancient storage device. Made of slats of wood, round bottom, bands of metal around it."

"You mean like a hot tub!!"

"Hot Tub." The words sent shivers down the librarian's spine. He had read about such devices in the sections of the library off limit to all but certain selected scholars. It was a pleasure device which had continued in use for most of Earth history; its use ending only when the planet had been completely deforested and dedicated to grassland for the raising of meat for McDonald's Hamburgers. "How is it that you know "hot tub" and not vat and barrel?"

"Maybe because we have a hot tub." She smiled a big grin and jumped up and down again. "You want to come and use it."

Suddenly, Evan lost all memory of being tired. At worse a soak would aid his aching muscles, and at best -- he wondered what the creature could do with that tail. "Let me change. I will be there in a second."

"Just down the hall and to the left. I'll go get the bubbles going."

"I'll bring the soap."

"The soap?"

"Got to have soap in the hot tub. I have some in my bag." Evan commented. 'How else can you have something to hide.' He thought evilly to himself.

* * * * * *

It was just this side of paradise, or as far this side you could get to a beach on a star ship: no sun, but plenty of cool breezes, lots of tacky plastic beach decorations, a white patio set with a green umbrella, glasses with pink flamingo swizzle sticks and a big steaming bubbling hot tub. Loud music was playing from several speakers. Harper had tried. Captain Beka Valentine had already started up the tub and climbed inside covered almost to her shoulders in the steaming water. Rommie watched as she soaked and sipped on a glass of brandy. Rommie was content to sit on one of the chairs and eat mango sorbet.

"Still haven't gotten the nerve to try it have you, Rommie?" Trance chided her when she came into the room.

"Despite what Harper assures me about the watertightness of my circuits, I am content to sit here, engage in other oral pleasures, and watch you two enjoy the hot tub." Trance could tell she was enjoying the sorbet because some of it had dripped down her face and onto her full breasts. Rommie was topless but was wearing a small purple bikini bottom. No one but Harper was sure what was under that bikini, except maybe Dylan. Rommie had been particularly tight mouthed about that part of her anatomy. Trance peeled off her clothes and climbed into the tub beside the naked Beka.

"The girl likes to watch. What can I say?" Beka gave Trance an evil grin. "Got some great music tonight. Thought maybe we'd start with 'Why Don't We Get Drunk and Screw.'"

"Great song, good idea, except. . . I invited that representative from Libra X to join us. Maybe we'd better start a little slower."

"You invited Evan Hopewell, Captain Librarian?"

"He seemed really excited that we had a hot tub."

"But this is girls' night."

"Beka, did you see him? He's hardly bigger than I am. Makes Harper look like a Greek God! He'll fit right in here."

Rommie opened the door after hearing a faint knock. The librarian was wearing a short terry cloth bathrobe and a swimming suit that was about five sizes too large for him. Beka pictured him jumping in the tub and being pulled to the surface by the billowing trunks.

"Hey, librarian guy," Trance called out. "Did you bring the soap?" He tossed her a bar before he removed his robe and hung it over the back of one of the patio chairs. Beka noticed that one, he had a good arm, and two, upon removing the robe his body was not slack and undefined, but actually quite attractive, in a small man sort of way.

"No suits allowed in this hot tub, book man." It was obvious that Beka had been doing a little more than soaking prior to Trance's arrival and was well on her way to the first, if not the second, of the song's proposals.

"All right. I was just unsure as to the protocol." Evan was trying his best not to jump up and down in Trancelike excitement.

"Three," thought Beka, "I can't believe how he is . . .." Naked the man no longer seemed small. Beka tried hard not to gasp as he climbed in the tub right next to her.

"Ah, this is heaven. Warm water, bubbles, and two lovely ladies." He made no effort to keep his hands to himself, placing one on Trance's shoulder and the other on Beka's thigh. "Still not sure what the protocol is for . . . "

"Well, this is Ladies night. We drink. We listen to music. We tell stories about. . ."

Trance had obviously not seen enough naked men to realize the good thing that came with this definitely not small package. She was also not aware that Beka had moved his hand even further up her thigh. The encouragement did not go unnoticed and Evan's hand moved even higher, his fingers beginning to search for the blonde curls, without the least hint of any indication to him to stop. In fact, she spread her legs apart and gave his hand full access.

"Rommie, why don't you get Mr. Hopewell a glass of brandy. I am sure it would help him relax here in the hot tub." Beka said.

His other hand was giving Trance a shoulder massage. She moved closer so he could get better leverage and straddled his knee with her back to him. The top of her tail made contact with his hard penis; she breathed a silent 'wow'.

'It seems both of Mr. Hopewell's hands are busy. How is he going to drink the brandy?' Rommie thought. It seems unfair to make him ignore one of my friends. Then she had an idea.

"Don't stop. Just lean back your head; close your eyes. Keep doing what you are doing; just open your mouth."

Evan wasn't sure what was happening, but he did what the woman told him. The first feeling in his mouth was cold, sweet and cold. She had placed a spoon of mango sorbet in his mouth.

"Don't close your mouth yet." The next feeling was heat. She filled the area around the sorbet with a spicy warm brandy. It was like heaven melting and dripping down his throat. With a gulp he swallowed it, and realized that the thought he had had had made his penis twice as hard and the three fingers he had inside Beka made her quiver. She seemed to like that. He seemed to like both.

Evan was unsure how to proceed here. He had two, maybe three, women all of whom were most desirable; here in a room where it seemed sexual pleasure was the norm. Usually when he had had sex with two women -- Christ, who was he trying to fool -- the one time he had had sex with two women, they actually seemed more interested in each other and he just sort of filled in the blanks. Maybe he should start with Beka, because he was sure how her anatomy worked. He removed both hands and leaned over and kissed Beka hard on the mouth. She threw her arms around him and pulled him closer. He would have fallen over onto her were it not for the fact that Trance was still sitting on his thigh, grinding her pelvis into his leg, and bumping her tail accidentally on his penis. With the change of posture, however, Trance decided that his penis might make an interesting tub toy and began to cover it with the bubbly lather from the soap he had provided.

It is hard to concentrate on one woman while the other is lathering your dick. Various scenarios of coupling ran thorough his head, several of which involved him being trapped under water and drowning.

"Want more to drink?" Rommie asked as he tried to find a mutually comfortable position for the three of them in the tub. What he really wanted to do was to lick the sorbet that was running down her breasts. He imagined the headlines on the tabloid newspapers still published on his planet. "Envoy found Dead in Ancient Grape Crushing Vat."

"I am so sorry ladies. This isn't going to work. You are all beautiful. The brandy is great." 'But this tub is anything but relaxing. All I can think about is -- I am going to fucking drown'. " So maybe I should. . ."

Beka had grabbed his curly blond head and dunked it under the water. "Not so fast. We can share. We're all friends. We can move someplace dry. Maybe you didn't notice but we have an area with sand and a big beach blanket over there."

He hadn't. Women on dry "land" seemed like a much safer proposal, and for now, one at a time. "OK, who gets to go first. You can decide, ladies."

"First" . . . Beka and Trance looked somewhat disappointed. They looked at each other, and at the same time said "Rommie."

Evan climbed out of the tub and walked over to the dark-haired woman who had returned to the table and the sorbet. "I've been wanting to do this all night, stand up." He leaned over and licked the melted mango off her breasts. They were cool and not as soft as he anticipated. His tongue worked its way up her neck, over her chin and found her mouth. He kissed her hard; confused by the reception he was getting.

"Oh, Evan, we forgot to tell you." Beka, still splashing in the water and drinking another glass of brandy, called. "Rommie is a virgin."

Well that sort of explains it. Harder to explain was how such an attractive woman could has remained a virgin at her age. Especially considering the less than restrictive attitudes toward sex he had experience on this ship.

"And an AI" Trance called.

He would have realized that as soon as he removed the bikini. Except for a small rosebud of red tucked between the firm cheeks of her ass, Rommie was smooth like a child's doll. He noticed a look of embarrassment on her face as she ran his hand along her torso.

She noticed a look on his face which made the others in the room seem to evaporate. She had seen other men give other women that look, but never experienced it herself.

"Rommie, please," he spoke to her softly. "You are lovely woman. You are intelligent. You are just plain fun. I loved the sorbet and brandy the way you served them. If you can improvise that - - surely we can improvise."

"You mean. You're not going to stop. You . . .

"Why should I. Your friends said you got to go first. I didn't realize that I would be going first, too. Do you want to go back to a room for more privacy?"

"It doesn't matter on this ship. Everyone watches anyway."

"Doesn't that both you?"

"No. Usually watching is as close to sex as I get. Tonight I will be proud if someone watches."

"I'll try to make you that Rommie. I am going to look around her for a few things I might need. OK." She smiled. He was a wonderful, wonderful man.

When he returned with pillows, towels and a small beach chair he had found in the storeroom, he took the scared naked woman in his arms and kissed her again.

"Now, Rommie, this is probably the last thing a man should tell a woman, especially one as lovely as you, but I have made love to a great number of women, and a few men, too. I'm telling you this because I can tell you are very nervous. I have made love to AI's, but only those engineered for that purpose. You, I'm not sure. I can only guess at how you might be designed, and try to figure it out. If it hurts, if you don't like it, please tell me to stop. We can try different things."

"I could put sorbet on your penis and lick it off. I like sorbet. I've seen women do that to men in movies. I think you would like that."

"I know I would like that. But it is you I am concerned about. I want to do something for you. This is most difficult because usually I explore a body through what is known as foreplay; but Rommie, there is not much of you to explore. The person who designed you was, pardon the statement, a minimalist. So, I am going to make a possibly unjustified assumption, that because he did give you one piece of anatomy, that it is there for a purpose. " While he was talking Evan was running his hands over her body. Nothing seemed to stimulate her much. She stood before him tensely. Her eyes glazed.

"I am going to have you lie down on the beach chair. Face down, and I have an assortment of oils I found. Let me know if you especially like one. Some are warm, some are cool. Some just smell nice. The whole idea is to find something slippery that will help me ease my penis in the one.. .

"You mean like UPLD-8000?"

"No Rommie, not a silicon lubricant. Something pleasant."

"Anything that would allow me to enjoy sex like the others would be pleasant for me."

He ran an oil soaked finger down her back and around the cheeks of her firm ass. Once you got used to the coolness of her skin it wasn't so bad. "Please, stop me if it hurts." The finger penetrated with ease. He sensed her opening and closing on the finger. She seemed to like it. "OK, going to try another. This may hurt." Easy, more feeling. 'I could put my fucking whole hand in here. That asshole who designed her.' Ironic.' Evan tried not to be angry. "Well it looks, Rommie, like this is going to be easier for you than I thought. Are you ready." He ran a trail of tender kisses down her spine.

She turned toward him. Her eyes were begging. "Thank you. Please . Thank you." She kissed him with all the frenzy an AI could offer.

He turned her over on the chair and kneeling over her slowly inserted his penis. It went in easily. Inside she was wonderful. The lining of her rectum was made of a textured material that stimulated your penis when it rubbed against it. She was a sex toy. A strange, perverted sex toy, but a sex toy none the less. Waves of pleasure shot through his body. He thought about this young woman. Not about her beautiful face and body, not about the cruel design of her sexuality, but about the spirit, strong and free, which allowed her to take human form while she remained the personification of something mechanical. He fucked her with hard strokes, because it made him feel pleasure, and hoped it did the same for her. She seemed to be enjoying it.

"You're wonderful," he whispered in her ear. "What are you?"

"I'm Rommie."

"No, I mean 'WHAT ARE YOU?"

"I am this ship. A warship." Her sentences were short and breathless. She had never experienced this before. "A High Guard warship. I am over three-hundred-years old. I think I am going to cum."

"Me too," he giggled, and kissed the back of her neck.

He allowed himself to grow small inside her before withdrawing. She made small whimpering noises and smelled of mango sorbet. It was like something he had read about in old romance novels, or ancient myths. He had never experienced anything so wonderful. There was no way even horny old Evan could go back and attempt to have sex with her friends, not after this. He helped her to her feet. His cum ran out her ass and down her thighs. She reached down with one finger, soaked it up, and put it in her mouth. She made a face.

"Doesn't taste as good as they say it does, does it?"

She shook her head. He pulled her to him and held her tight for a few minutes. Releasing her he looked her in the eyes and said. "Well, I think we answered one question though."

"What's that."

"You're waterproof. No need to stay out of the hot tub."

She looked at him with amazement. She never dreamed she would meet a man who would accept her this way. Not after Dylan. She knew he was going to have to leave. She knew she would never feel this way again. She was ready to start to cry, when he took her hand and led her back to the world of mango and brandy.

Beka and Trance were still in the hot tub. Trance was sitting on Beka's lap, her tail circled behind them, curling over Beka's shoulder to caress her breasts with its tip. Beka was crying.

"Excuse me. Excuse us. I know you know we watched. That was the most romantic thing I have ever seen in my life. Even in the movies." Beka tried to talk without sobbing. Rommie took no time to climb in the hot tub and put her arms around her intertwined friends in a giant group hug. Evan could say nothing. He picked up his shorts and his robe. It was girls' night.

"Your wife, or wives, or girl friends. Must be very lucky." Trance said. "You a most unusual lover."

"I have no wife or girlfriends, Libra X is an all male planet."

"Well your boyfriend then."

"Libra X is a celibate planet. We reproduce through clones. I only do this on vacation."

"But. . . . " Beka's eyes were full of questions.

"I read a lot." He pulled his glasses from his robe pocket and wiped them on a towel before putting them on. He walked back to his room.

* * * * * *

Evan showered and put on a pair of clean silk pajamas. He lay on his bed and tried to read the book he had brought with him. It was a collection of historical action adventures, which helped little to distract his mind from the woman with whom he had just shared so much. He wondered about the man who had designed her. If he had engineered her for sex, albeit it male sex, why had he lost his nerve and never tried her. Why had he not told her what she could and couldn’t do for her own pleasure? She didn't have books to read. Unless she was programmed, or told, she would never know.

He turned out the light and lay alone in the darkness. He thought about the bottle of oil he had taken with him from the tub room. Fair trade for a bar of soap that was probably melted on the bottom of the tub. He thought about how it would feel if he rubbed in on his cock. He was fortunate he didn't have to be programmed. He wished one of the two living women would come to the room and lick it off with their warm mouths. Beginning again to engorge, he heard someone in the room.

It was totally unexpected. Coming at him from out of the darkness, Evan's face was covered by that of another, joined by firm kisses and a probing tongue. He kissed back savoring the warmth and the musk. It was a man. Large hands, male hands, moving down his torso, stopping to tweak his nipples, reaching, searching for something missing there under his pajama top. Moving lower, untying the cord, turning him to his stomach, fumbling for the oil, no fingers, no stretching only a warm huge cock filling him completely. Pumping, grinding, opening to allow it access to all spaces, all feelings. Evoking feelings he was unaware were there, yet seeming so natural and so familiar.

He barely had time to contemplate who it might be. He had seen one crew member, a Nietzchean, when he joined the ship that might have been capable of such an act. But he had felt the forearms; they were human, so it wasn't him. It could have been the AI's creator, getting revenge for his deflowering, destroying his creation. He'd not met him. He was unsure. Confused. Was it rape? There seemed to be no hostility. No power. It was just sex. Very good sex. Maybe it was just a dream. A good dream. He had never dreamed he was the bottom before.

"I thought it was you. I just wasn't sure. It has been a long time. Practically forever." Evan thought he recognized the voice. There had been a hint of recognition. It must have come from the very distant past.

"Then I watched you in the hot tub with Trance and Beka, I was pretty sure. Looked like your style. But not sure enough. What if was just my imagination playing tricks on me?"

'That is exactly what I am thinking now.' Evan thought. 'And mango and brandy sure works up one powerful imagination.'

"But then, when I saw you and Rommie."

'Everyone here watches, everything. I wonder if they watching. . . no it's too dark.''

"I knew it was you. No one else could have handled a situation like that. I couldn't. She came to me. I took off her bikini, and I fucking freaked. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't make love to her. I couldn't march down and tell Harper to give her some body parts. I just sent her away. Made her cry."

Here was a man telling him his intimate secrets while he pumped away in his ass. His big hand reached around and grabbed Evan's cock and began to stroke it. "But only you. Only you knew how to make her feel wanted. How to feel like a woman. You didn't care. You took what she had, and you gave yourself to her. The same way you allowed me to . . . to do. . .this. . .

'Jesus Christ,' Evan thought 'He's fucking me to an inch of my life and he can't talk about it.'

Without warning, his head cleared. Sex was supposed to make you confused. But suddenly it was all clear. His first thought was "wrong god." His second "He's going to cum". His third, "what did he call me?" And then he knew and he screamed. "Hercules!"

It took all his strength -- super human strength -- to flip positions and sit on top the much larger man. He ran his hands over his chest, to his face, ran his fingers through his much shorter hair. He wanted to kiss him forever; he wanted to crawl inside him. Tears of joy ran down his face, dripped off his chest, and on to that of his lover.

When you are immortal, a library planet seems a good place to hide. Especially one where the method of reproduction was cloning. No one had suspected. No one had even noticed that he had been there unchanging for over five hundred years. He had books. He had vacations. He had memories …couldn't believe how much they had faded. He remembered once hearing about Dylan Hunt and wondering to himself. That had been over three hundred years ago. Before he could arrange a trip to investigate, the commonwealth had been destroyed, and he heard Hunt's ship had been lost.

He reached over and flicked on the light. The man he was sitting on was crying, too.

"Yep, buddy it's me. Been so long I didn't recognize you. Don't suppose you need a librarian on this ship." He watched as a smile grew on the captain's face. He nodded his head affirmatively. "Of course I'll stay, but you got to share me with those hot women on your crew. Understand." He continued.

The captain laughed. He understood. He loved, and he liked to watch.
 

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