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==>*Warning!*<==

     This story deals with many adult, emotional, and sexual
situations.  If you are of legal age to be reading this, and
any  of  the aforementioned situations cause extreme  mental
discomfort, do not read any further (and see a shrink!   Sex
isn't  evil.  Bad people make sex seem evil.  Okay,  lecture
mode  off...).  If you are NOT of age and are reading  this,
SHAME  ON YOU!  ^_^   If you continue reading, you do so  at
your own risk.
     Please remember the following:  While the characters in
this  story  engage in unsafe sex, that doesn't give  you  a
license  (or  excuse) to do the same.  Condom axiom:  Always
put one on before putting it in!


        "Urusei Yatsura : The Prince and the Lecher"
                         Part Seven


      "Well  did  you get a good peek, Megane?" Oyuki  asked
hotly as soon as the door was locked.
      Megane's glassy-eyed look vanished as he realized that
she was angry with him.  *Very* angry.
      "What,  now you're not even going to talk to me?"  she
pressed, her hands balling angrily into fists.
      "Oyuki-chan, what are you talking about?" he asked her
in confusion.
     "I'm talking about Lum, you moron.  I saw how you zoned
out as soon as you saw her tits.  How dare you?" she hissed.
      Megane  looked stricken as comprehension  dawned.   He
stammered, hoping to come up with the right words to comfort
her  and  explain himself before he lost her.   "Oyuki-chan,
listen to me for a minute please," he began, stalling as  he
scrambled for his next sentence.  He put the lid down on the
toilet, and sat down.  He grabbed her hand firmly and coaxed
her down onto his lap.
      She  relented, sitting in his lap but not  looking  at
him.   She  stubbornly kept her gaze away  from  his  as  he
explained  himself to her.  "Oyuki-chan, I think  there's  a
couple  of things about me that you don't really know."   He
cleared  his  throat and put his arm around her  waist.   He
felt  her tense up at his touch, and refrained from touching
her any further;  at least for the moment.
      "Ever since a small group of friends and myself  first
encountered Lum, it has been our life's goal to be with her.
We  formed  the Stormtroopers to help us realize our  dreams
with  Lum,  and to make sure Ataru didn't get anywhere  with
her."  He smiled grimly, remembering how bittersweet it  was
for  him to have to settle for gazing at her from afar while
Ataru spurned her constantly.  "We grieved when she grieved,
and celebrated her joy whenever she was happy."
     "So what you're saying is that I don't mean anything to
you,  aside from cheap sex?" she spat bitterly.  She debated
getting  up  and storming out of the privy, but  managed  to
contain her anger.  Something told her that he would get  to
a point eventually.
      Megane realized he was digging himself deeper  into  a
hole, and scrambled to reverse course.  "The point that  I'm
trying  to make is that for awhile I devoted my entire  life
to  Lum.   She  was  all I ever thought about,  all  I  ever
dreamed about.  In short, I was obsessed with her.  And when
I  saw  her lying in there naked and defenseless, I couldn't
help  but look.  The culmination of all my hopes and  dreams
was  just  laying  there right in front  of  me."   Megane's
features  were momentarily rhapsodic as he remembered  Lum's
nude  form.   But  his face fell a moment later  as  reality
crashed  around him, smashing his fantasy once and for  all.
"But when I was standing there, looking at her body, I found
myself comparing..."
      Oyuki looked up at him with a critical gaze, but could
feel  her anger melting away as she understood what  he  was
trying to say.
     "Yes, Lum is beautiful.  More beautiful than I had ever
imagined," he declared openly.  He could feel her  tense  up
in  his  grasp, and hurried to continue.  "But she's nothing
like  you, Oyuki-chan."  He brought his hand up to her  chin
and pulled her around so that they were eye-to-eye.  "I know
that  Ataru and Lum are going to be together for  life,  and
there's nothing that I can do about that."
      "So  you're going to just settle for me, is that  it?"
she pressed, her anger rekindling.
      `Damn!  I have to watch myself around her.  She  likes
to twist what I say against me,' he thought in exasperation.
"On  the  contrary.  What I've been trying to say  for  five
minutes  now  is  that I don't care what Ataru  and  Lum  do
anymore."  He swallowed, using the pause to calm his  racing
heart.   "Since I've met you Oyuki-chan, Lum's no  longer  a
concern."
      She  let  her breath out, realizing that she had  been
holding it while Megane was struggling to finish what he was
saying.
      He tightened his embrace of Oyuki.  "The more I stared
at her, the more I realized how stupid I'd been.  For months
I'd  been  following  her  around  like  a  lovesick  idiot,
ignoring  my  own  dreams and desires."  He  smiled  at  her
warmly.  "And I have you to thank for making me realize that
there  was  more  to  life than just  worshipping  Lum,"  he
whispered in her ear.  Gambling that she wasn't going to rip
his  head off anymore, Megane kissed her delicately  on  the
cheek.  "If anything, Oyuki-chan, you're *better* than Lum."
      "Oh, and how's that, Megane?" she asked with lessening
ire, unsuccessfully trying to keep her anger going.
      "Because  I don't love her," he declared determinedly.
"You  see,  ...  I love you, Oyuki-chan..."   His  breathing
became  shallow as his nerves overwhelmed him, stopping  his
words  in  mid-sentence.  Breathing deeply to  overcome  his
nervousness, he pushed ahead in a rush.  "You were the first
one  for  me, Oyuki.  Before you, I had never truly loved  a
woman,  physically or emotionally."  They  both  blushed  at
those words.  "And as far as I'm concerned, I don't need  to
love anyone else," he finished softly.
      "Oh,  Megane-kun!"  she squealed,  wrapping  her  arms
around  him  enthusiastically and  hugging  him  powerfully.
Megane  was  content  to  just sit there  and  soak  in  her
affection,  feeling a strong burst of love for  her  surging
through  him.  He said nothing as he moved his  hands  about
her  stomach  and back, the feeling of her skin beneath  his
fingers giving him a feeling of comfort he'd not felt before
meeting her.
      "I  love you so much, Oyuki-chan," he said in a  voice
thick  with emotion.  "Don't ever forget that."   He  buried
his  face in her hair, showering her neck and shoulder  with
kisses.
      "My  dearest Megane, I love you too," she shouted with
delight.   She brought her arms around his neck  and  kissed
him soundly on the cheek.
      The  two lovers sat together in a soft.  Megane looked
into  Oyuki's eyes, and pulled her head towards his as  they
engaged  in  a lingering kiss more sensual and  loving  than
anything either had ever experienced before in their  lives.
A  deep  passion was conveyed between the two by  the  kiss.
Megane  felt  his lust being fueled by their close  contact,
and  found  himself  wanting to be inside  her.   His  hands
squeezed her back as he searched about for a clasp or zipper
so  he  could get her out of that outfit and gaze  upon  her
naked form once more.
      She  broke the kiss and smiled as she deduced what  he
wanted  from his actions.  She reached behind her  back  and
grabbed  his  hands stopping their fruitless  search  before
they  kicked  her libido into overdrive.  "I want  to  also,
Megane-kun.  But we have an audience outside," she told him,
motioning  her head to the door of the privy as  she  spoke.
"Besides,  that's not how you take this thing off,  anyway."
She pulled his arms from around her and playfully placed his
hands on her jumpsuit-clad breasts.  She gasped as his hands
grasped  her yielding mounds which, while being  covered  by
the  thin  fabric of the unitard jumpsuit she  was  wearing,
were still capable of feeling his loving touch.
      He  closed his eyes, and imagined himself ripping  the
fabric  from  her body with his teeth, then scaling  through
all  the pages of the Kama Sutra with her before taking  his
next  breath.   Oyuki, meanwhile, was debating reaching  her
hand  down  his  pants and taking him  right  there  on  the
toilet.  But remembering Ataru, Lum, and Benten just outside
the door to the privy, she reluctantly stood from Megane  to
break his contact with her.
      "Oyuki-chan,  what's wrong?" Megane  asked  with  some
concern, wondering if he had gone too far with her.
      "Nothing's wrong, Megane-kun.  I want to make love  to
you.   Believe me, you have no idea how badly  I  want  to."
She  bit  her  lower lip in frustration, her  crotch  trying
unsuccessfully  to  override  her  sense  of  propriety  and
modesty.   "Let's just get cleaned up and get to the  cabin,
okay?"
      "Yeah,  okay..." Megane sighed in disappointment,  but
nodded  his  agreement.  As far as he was  concerned,  Ataru
could  listen in all he wanted.  The thought of an  audience
didn't  bother him in the least.  In fact, it would help  to
prove to others that he wasn't lying about her.
      She  stood away from him in the confined space of  the
privy  so  she could pull her jumpsuit off.  She reached  up
and  pulled at the shoulder zippers of the suit,  which  had
been concealed by a flap of fabric, and tugged the suit down
her  arms  and  to her waist.  She sighed in relief  as  her
breasts  bounced  free  from their tight  restraint.   Oyuki
welcomed  the  cool  caress of the processed  air  from  the
Widow's  circulation vents as it flowed across her pendulous
mounds.   She  wrinkled her nose as the scent of  her  stale
sweat hit her suddenly, inspiring her to move her hands more
quickly  to push the remainder of her suit off of  her  hips
and  down her legs.  She hated feeling dirty, and was  eager
to shower away the smell.
     She looked up to see her lover drooling at the sight of
her.   She  snickered and shook her head.  "You're hopeless,
Megane-kun," she taunted playfully.  He ignored  her  words,
however,  since  his  mind was intently  scrutinizing  every
detail of her curvaceous body.  Even though they'd made love
less  than twelve hours ago, it seemed more like a  lifetime
to  him  since  he'd last looked at her gorgeous  body.   He
sighed wistfully as he looked at her sinuous form, which was
clad  only  in a pair of black thong panties.  He wanted  to
tell  her  so  much, but found that his usual eloquence  had
abandoned him.
      "Oyuki, you're so..." he said in a halting voice as he
stood  up  and  put  his hands on her  shoulders.   "...  so
beautiful,"  he completed in a quiet voice.   He  brought  a
hand  down and took one of her bare breasts in it,  fondling
the  skin  gently  between his fingers.  Oyuki  moaned,  and
tried to stop him, but found her longing squelching down the
protests in her mind.
      "Ohh, Megane.." she cooed as she tossed her head  back
and  squeezed her eyes shut.  She didn't know if it was  the
adrenaline from the battle, but his touch felt different  to
her  this time.  Not bad, just more intense and electrifying
as  his  fingers  slid across the underside of  her  breast,
taking her breath away with every stroke.
      Megane  was  truly enjoying himself.  His hands  could
never  get  enough  of the feeling of her  pendulous  swells
captured  between his fingers.  However as  he  stroked  her
beloved  mounds, a small, usually ignored part of  his  mind
remembered Oyuki's protestations from earlier.  Cursing  his
conscience, he dropped his hand from her breast, and wrapped
both of his arms around her back in an impassioned hug.   He
saw  the small look of disappointment that crossed her  face
when he hugged her, but knew that she would probably be more
comfortable if he acquiesced to her judgment.
      "Let's  shower  before we go too far, Oyuki-chan,"  he
said in a tight voice, hoping he didn't sound as tense as he
felt.
      She  nodded  and reached her hands out to help  Megane
divest  himself of his clothes.  With slow, deliberate  hand
movements  she undid the metal clasps holding his  shirt  on
him.  She ran them across the hairless skin of his chest  as
she  pushed the clothing up and over his shoulders,  letting
artificial  gravity do the rest as his shirt slid  down  his
arms and landed on the console.  She dragged her fingernails
along his chest and abdomen as she aimed her wandering hands
at  the  buckle  of his pants, giving Megane goosebumps  and
earning  a shuddering breath from him.  Gripping the complex
buckle in her hands, she fought the locking mechanism for  a
bit  before  figuring it out and pulling the  clasps  apart.
His pants came off with a thump as the dense fabric collided
with the deckplate, leaving him only in his underwear.
     The two young lovers swallowed loudly as they looked at
each  other in muted lust.  It was all they could do to keep
from  slamming  into each other in a wild  embrace,  ripping
their  underwear  off  and screwing each  other  until  they
passed out.  Anxious to get the shower over with, he reached
out and grabbed her panties at the waist.  With a gentle tug
he  pulled  the lacy fabric down, uncovering her  sex.   The
sheer  piece  of cloth slid down her legs and  fell  on  the
floor  at  her  feet.   He shuddered in anticipation  as  he
looked  at the wispy blue-gray hair of her vagina;   knowing
what a wonderful place it was, and that he'd be visiting  it
again soon.
      He  stood back up, and watched as she got on her knees
and  reached out to grab hold of his underwear.   His  heart
thundered   in   his  throat  as  his  hormone-choked   mind
anticipated  what  she  was going  to  do.   He  took  in  a
shuddering breath as her slender fingers glanced against his
hips.   Megane closed his eyes and bit his lips as  he  felt
her  pull  downward  on  the cotton  fabric  separating  his
manhood from the outside world.
      Oyuki  saw the bulge growing in his underwear  as  her
hands  approached  him, and licked her lips  hungrily.   She
resisted  the urge to bring one of her fingers up and  trace
the  outline of it through the fabric.  She'd admonished him
for  going too far and, as badly as she wanted to touch him,
she  knew that it would be unfair to play with his sex  when
he  couldn't touch hers.  She pulled the underwear  down  to
his knees to free his straining member, which popped out  to
full  erection in front of her and brought a  smile  to  her
flushed face.
      She quickly pulled his underwear down his legs and let
it hit the floor.  Unable to restrain herself, as Megane was
stepping  out of the garment, she brought both of her  hands
up  and  grabbed  his manhood firmly.  She could  smell  the
sweat  and feel the heat emanating from it, and was an  inch
from  taking him into her mouth.  She stroked it gently with
her  fingers  as  it throbbed in her hands like  an  enraged
beast.  It gave her an image of unharnessed energy run wild,
and with a smirk she envisioned herself as its tamer.
      Megane was seconds from collapsing on the ground.  His
knees  were  getting  wobbly, and he  was  ever-so-close  to
coming  on  Oyuki's face.  All she had to do was pull  once,
maybe  twice, and he knew that he'd release.  He grunted  in
frustration though as he felt her pull her blazing hot hands
from it and move away.
     With a pout she released the source of her pleasure and
stood  up.  Embracing Megane tightly, she whispered  in  his
ear.   "Come  on Megane-kun.  Let's shower and  get  out  of
here, okay?"
      He  nodded, too breathless to reply directly.   Taking
her  hand,  he  followed her lead as she  stepped  into  the
shower stall.  It was about as big as the shower in Megane's
house,  but  held the sterile quality of anything  that  was
military  issue.  Oyuki suppressed a rush of lust  that  hit
her  suddenly  as  the sight of the shower stall  sparked  a
vivid  memory of the sex marathon they'd had in his  bedroom
and shower not so long ago.
      With that in mind, she wasn't paying attention as  she
hit  the wall stud in the shower to activate the water.  She
and Megane both let loose a blood-curdling scream as the ice-
cold  water hit them both square in their chests and  rushed
down their bodies to soak their steaming crotches.
      "Geez!" Megane shouted as his shivering body tried  to
acclimate itself to the temperature of the water.  He  could
feel his sexual drive leave him completely as his penis  and
balls  retreated as far within his body as they  could.   He
couldn't even derive any pleasure from the sight of  Oyuki's
stiffened  nipples,  which were *very* erect  due  to  their
contact with the cold water.
     "Where's the hot water?" she fairly shouted.  Oyuki was
used  to  colder  temperatures, so  the  cold  water  didn't
startle  her as badly as it did Megane.  But it was still  a
sex-killer for her.  She felt a slight bit of disappointment
as  her desire fled, and confirmed that Megane was similarly
affected as she watched his erection turn flaccid and  begin
to shrink *inside* his body a bit.
     Megane tried to look sheepish in his frozen state as he
opened  a compartment and pulled out some soap.  "It doesn't
look  like there is any hot water here, Oyuki-chan," he said
through chattering teeth.  He offered the bar to her,  which
she  took  quickly.  "Lets hurry and get out  of  here!"  he
suggested desperately.
      She  nodded  her  agreement as  she  soaped  her  body
rapidly, then shuddered uncontrollably as she stepped  under
the  cold spray to rinse.  Stepping out of the line of fire,
Oyuki  watched with some amusement as Megane soaped  himself
down thoroughly, apparently trying to warm his body with the
friction of the soap bar rubbing against his skin, then drew
in a shocked breath as he stepped under the spray to rinse.
      Wasting little time, he took a small bottle of shampoo
in  his  hands, popped off the top, and squirted a  generous
portion  of it in his hands.  Then with a vigorous scrubbing
he  lathered his hair.  Looking at Oyuki's slender back  and
her  long mane of bluish-gray hair plastered against it gave
him  an  idea.  Cold water or not, he was intent on enjoying
some part of this shower with her, so he grabbed her by  the
shoulders,  and turned her around so her back  was  to  him.
Then  he  brought  his  hands up and massaged  some  of  the
shampoo  into  her scalp, washing her hair thoroughly.   His
hands  lingered on the back of her neck, his fingers roaming
around  in  small circles as he applied enough  pressure  to
loosen  her  tense  muscles.   Oyuki  appreciated  the  kind
gesture, and wished the water had been warm enough  for  her
to really enjoy the effort he was putting into it.
      He  hugged her naked body against his, her soapy  back
pressing into his chest, and her taut little ass nestled  in
his crotch as he backed both of them into the cold stream of
water  to rinse their heads off.  He closed his eyes  as  he
anticipated  the  water meeting with  his  body  again.   He
gasped  as it stole his breath away again, but was  able  to
draw some comfort from Oyuki, whose hot skin was a stark and
welcome  contrast to the cold water.  He brought  his  hands
around  to her front, covering her sex and breasts with  his
hands and arms as the water started splashing down her body.
      They  stayed under the jet of water for a few  seconds
before  assuming  they had been rinsed well  enough.   Oyuki
then  reached  out  and killed the flow  of  water,  sighing
gratefully  as  it  stopped.   She  placed  her  hands  atop
Megane's, squeezing them affectionately as he maintained his
vigil over her sex and breasts.
      As advantageous as the situation may have appeared for
Megane,  his  hands  were  only providing  her  with  warmth
instead  of  sexual stimulation right them, but  she  wasn't
complaining at all.  She let him leave his hands  there,  as
she pressed her body against his.  In the close confines  of
the  shower,  the two lovers stood together giving  as  much
warmth  as  they  could  to each other.   They  hadn't  been
standing  as one for long before she could feel  his  member
stirring and press into the cleavage of her ass.  She  could
sympathize  with his arousal, knowing that her own  feelings
of longing were returning with a vengeance as well.
      Not  wanting  to  have to get messy and  take  another
shower so quickly, she pulled Megane's hands off of her  sex
and  rotated  to face him.  "Let's get out of here,  Megane-
kun,"   she  said  quickly,  although  she  couldn't  resist
reaching down and giving his member an affectionate  squeeze
before exiting the shower stall.
      Megane  brought his hand to the back of her head,  and
gave  her a light, lingering kiss before they walked out  of
the  stall.   He felt his cock rising to the occasion  again
after  her  hand's feather-like touch, and fought to  dampen
his  arousal before it got out of control.  Stepping out  of
the  shower, he watched as she searched about the privy  for
something.   "Where are the towels, Megane-kun?"  she  asked
him  over  her  shoulder as she felt the  walls  for  hidden
panels.
     He looked about the privy and saw, to his disgust, that
there  were  no  towels anywhere.  "I think they're  in  the
other  room," he said, resigning himself to parading  around
naked in front of the others.
     "No towels?" she said in a stricken voice.  "Oh boy..."
      Throwing  caution  to the wind, Megane  grabbed  their
clothes and opened the bathroom door.  He figured that  they
had nothing to lose, so he poked his head out of the door to
see  what was going on.  Lum and Benten were both asleep  on
the bed, and to Megane's relief, Ataru was passed out on the
floor near them.
      He  reached out and took her hand in his.   "Come  on,
they're  all  asleep,"  he told her  as  he  pulled  Oyuki's
dripping  wet and naked form out of the privy and  into  the
cabin.  She gave him a withering glare as they both stood in
front  of  a sleeping Ataru, her arms protectively  covering
her  privates.   Her  look softened a moment  later  as  she
realized  that  he wasn't faking it.  Comfortable  that  she
wasn't  giving him the show of a lifetime, she  dropped  her
arms to her sides.
      Megane  dropped their dingy combat suits in a  corner,
and  quietly  rummaged about the cabin until  he  found  the
locker with the towels in it.  Searching through a couple of
other  lockers, he managed to find some clothes for  her  to
wear.   Getting his own clothes out of his bag, he  motioned
for  her to enter the cockpit.  "C'mon Oyuki-chan.   We  can
dress in here."
      She  smiled and trotted into the cockpit, hot  on  his
heels.   Once  she'd  closed the  door  to  the  cabin,  she
gratefully  accepted a towel from him and began  drying  her
shivering body off.  Megane dropped their clothes in the co-
pilot  seat  and  dried himself off,  happy  to  be  ridding
himself of the chilly droplets of cold water.
      He wrapped the towel around his waist as he sat in one
of  the command chairs, cringing as the cold leather of  the
seat met with the exposed skin of his back.  Looking at  one
of  the  readout screens, he squinted as he  tried  to  make
sense  of what it was saying.  He started reading it  aloud,
hoping  that would help him to make sense of it.   "...  Low
fuel  consumption  route  activated.   ETA  ..."   His  eyes
widened in shock.  "OVER SEVEN HOURS?!" he finished  with  a
start.
      Oyuki, who'd been toweling her hair dry while he  read
out  the  display, dropped her towel to the floor and  stood
over  Megane  from behind the chair.  She  leaned  over  his
shoulder  and scanned the monitor he was reading, confirming
what  he'd  said.  "You're right, Megane-kun.  Seven  and  a
half  hours before we reach Earth.  Geez, you must've burned
a lot of fuel getting to Mylex Prime."
      Megane  sighed, not looking forward to seven hours  of
sitting around and doing nothing.  "What're we gonna do  for
seven hours?" he asked glumly.
      Oyuki  stepped around the chair and sat  in  his  lap.
"Oh,  I  believe we can come up with something, Megane-kun,"
she  purred  as  she  snuggled his  head  between  her  bare
breasts.  Her smile widened as she felt his face move  about
in  its confines, and his member begin stirring beneath  his
towel.   She  ground  her ass into his crotch  in  response,
running  her  fingers  through  his  wet  hair  and  eagerly
anticipating what she knew was about to happen.

                             ****

      Ataru awoke with a start as the sound of a nearby door
slamming roused him from his slumber.  He looked around  the
cabin,  and saw no-one walking around.  `Must've been Megane
and  Oyuki,' he thought dismissively.  He sat up  and  wiped
his  tired  eyes,  and debated going  back  to  sleep.   But
something  in the back of his mind told him to turn  around.
He  turned,  and was confronted with a very  close  look  at
Lum's face and bare breasts.
      He drew in a sharp breath as he realized for the first
time  exactly  what  type  of opportunities  were  literally
laying  in  wait right in front of him.  His exhaustion  was
immediately  banished,  and was  replaced  by  a  child-like
curiosity.   He reached out tentatively and touched  Lum  on
her  face.  It was warm and smooth to the touch, but  seemed
to be coated in a sticky, smelly substance.
      He  brought  his  hand  to his face  and  sniffed  his
fingers.  The stuff smelled potent, causing Ataru to wrinkle
his nose.  He'd never smelled anything like it before in his
life, and wondered where it could've come from.  As he  took
a  long  look  at her stomach, he realized that  Lum's  body
seemed  to be covered with the stuff.  He confirmed it  when
he  tentatively rubbed her belly and came away with more  of
the fragrant glaze on his fingers.
      He looked across Lum's sleeping form at Benten's body,
and  noted  that she had a similar sheen glistening  on  her
torso and legs.  `Good Lord!  Both of them are bathed in the
stuff,'  he realized suddenly.  Ataru noted that the  longer
he  stayed  around  the  girls, the more  potent  the  smell
became.   He  doubted that he could stand  the  overpowering
scent  much longer, and decided to clean them before he  was
forced to spend the rest of the trip in the privy, or go  up
front  and  watch Megane and Oyuki do whatever it  was  they
were doing in the cockpit.
      He  both looked forward to it, and feared it.  Bathing
them would get rid of that smell, and would also afford  him
with  an unparalleled view of their attributes.  But a  part
of  his mind was absolutely certain that one or both of  the
girls would wake up while he was washing them clean and turn
him  into  Ataru-sukiyaki.  His mind pondered  the  benefits
versus  the  problems, but it was his nose which  chose  his
course of action.
      So he stood from their bedside and walked over and  to
the  door  of the cabin.  He locked it on his side  to  keep
Megane and Oyuki from barging in while he cleaned the  girls
off.   What  he didn't need at the moment was to  get  grief
from  Megane  or  his  violent  girlfriend  because  he  was
`touching' Lum and Benten.
      Getting  a rag from an open locker, he walked  to  the
privy  and filled one of the canteens with water.  Returning
to the bed, Ataru wet the rag and began cleaning Lum's face.
He  tried studiously to avoid dwelling on her nudity  as  he
wiped  off the sticky fluid that was coating every  inch  of
her  skin.  Blushing furiously when his hand ran across  her
breasts, he rushed to complete Lum's bath before he bled  to
death  through his nose, although he found it hard to  bathe
her with his eyes closed.
      But  in only a few minutes he had completed his  task,
and  moved  over to Benten's side of the bed.  Bolstered  by
the  success of Lum's cleanup, he decided he could keep  his
eyes  open  while cleaning Benten and not be affected.   Boy
was he wrong.
      Instead of simply breezing through her bath, he  found
himself  having a rougher time with Benten's  cleanup.   She
seemed to be more heavily coated with the sticky fluid  than
Lum was, and that required more scrubbing to get her cleaned
off.  Ataru knew that he was chancing death by taking longer
to  bathe  Benten in this manner, but he couldn't  help  it.
The  girls  reeked of that strange odor,  and  he  was  very
intent on getting rid of it.  It wasn't an unpleasant scent.
It  was  just a bit overpowering.  He felt that  he  had  to
clean them off before he passed out.
     He wrung out his rag  into a metal container sitting at
his  knees,  then dropped it to his side for a moment.   His
mind  called  a  halt  to the proceedings  as  he  gazed  at
Benten's   naked  body,  smiling  like  a  lovesick   idiot.
Goodness knows how many times he'd fantasized about  getting
to  that  happy place between those gorgeous legs  of  hers.
He'd  lost  count of the number of times he wanted  to  play
with those wonderful breasts of hers, too.  Throwing caution
to  the  wind,  he took the rag in his hands once  more  and
resumed Benten's cleansing, but much more slowly this time.
      He gazed at her lingeringly, his eyes concentrating on
her  breasts  as  he  wiped a few remaining  traces  of  the
sticky,  smelly  stuff from them.  He watched  with  extreme
curiosity  as  Benten's large brown nipples contracted  when
the  cold  water  from  the  rag  made  contact  with  them,
stiffening to the width of his thumb and standing  out  from
the  rest of her breast.  The rag grazed the firm brown nubs
of skin on each breast as his hand passed over each one, and
he  was  interested to note that they had  such  contrasting
textures.  Each breast was firm and rough around the nipple,
smooth  and  warm everywhere else.  For a moment he  thought
that  he could hear Benten moan as the rag made contact with
her  erect nipples.  He rinsed and wrung out the rag  again,
and  turned  his  attention to Benten's muscular  belly  and
clean-shaven vagina.
      He  vigorously washed the area between her breasts and
sex, having one hell of a time trying to ignore what it  was
that  he was bathing.  His mind was threatening to shut down
as  he cleaned her gorgeous body, the buildup of hormones in
his body seeming to choke him.  He loved the way she looked,
as  he fought the primal urge he felt to take her in such  a
defenseless state.
      After  cleaning her belly, with special  detail  being
paid  to  her navel, he brought his rag slowly down  to  the
fertile nexus between Benten's thighs.  He paused once more,
and  stared  intensely at the hairless vagina laying  before
him.   It  was an item of extreme curiosity.  The only  ones
he'd seen in person before this was Lum's just a moment ago,
and  Shinobu's  before the mission.   Both  of  theirs  were
covered  with  hair, which made him wonder why Benten's  had
nothing covering hers.
      He  bent  down and examined her hairless mons closely,
noting  how  rough  the skin of the lips  and  outer  petals
looked.   He  tried  to understand what it  was  about  this
particular  part  of a woman made him so insane  with  lust.
But now that he'd seen a vagina up close, he couldn't figure
it out.  He shrugged his shoulders, guessing that he and Lum
might figure it out someday.
      As  Ataru  bent to the task of cleaning and  examining
Benten's  sex, his nose caught a whiff of a scent  emanating
from  it.  Bending down further made the intoxicating  scent
seem  much more potent, and he recognized it immediately  as
the  same  substance that both girls had been  coated  with.
But  in this case it was fresher, and seemed to be emanating
even  now  from between Benten's legs.  He sat back  up  and
scratched  his head in confusion, trying to figure  out  why
both  girls  had been covered with the honey  dripping  from
Benten's crotch, when the truth dawned on him.
      He blushed furiously as the naughty idea blossomed  in
his  mind.   `Naah,' he tried to tell himself.  `There's  no
way  they could've...'  He stopped his thoughts as he leaned
forward,  bringing  his nose even with  Lum's  green  haired
paradise.   He  inhaled  deeply,  and  smiled  as  his  nose
detected  the slightly sweeter-smelling odor of her  vagina.
He  got  a raging erection immediately as his nose confirmed
his suspicion;  Lum and Benten had shared the best parts  of
themselves with each other some time before he had  come  to
their  rescue.  The idea of Lum and Benten having  sex  with
each  other drove him out of his mind with lust.  It took  a
supreme  effort on his part to keep from closing  the  short
distance between the lips of his mouth and Lum's vagina.
      Not  satisfied that he had cleaned them as well as  he
possibly  could,  but  unable to trust himself  any  longer,
Ataru  quickly  threw a sheet over the two slumbering  girls
and   stood  away  from  their  bunk  before  his   hormones
overwhelmed  what  little  was left  of  his  self  control.
Looking  down at the two, he saw that the sheet had  covered
Lum  up  to  her  shoulders.  But due to  Benten's  slightly
taller  build  and the way she was laying on the  bunk,  her
breasts were still exposed to his gaze.
      Not  trusting himself to keep his hands off of  either
female, he left well enough alone and turned away from them.
He  rummaged  about his sack at the other end  of  the  room
where  he  and Megane had stashed their clothes before  they
had  suited up for the mission.  Finding his street  clothes
in  the  bag  and pulling a towel from a nearby  locker,  he
placed  his clothes on top of his bag and entered the  privy
with  towel  in  hand and closed the door  behind  him.   He
wasted  no  time in divesting himself of the  sweaty  combat
camos  that he'd been wearing since planetfall, then  pulled
up the lid of the toilet.
     Looking  down at his painfully erect member, he doubted
that  a  cold shower would be good enough to rid himself  of
all of the sexual tension that had built up from his fantasy-
laden  bathing session with the girls, so he reached between
his  legs and masturbated himself furiously.  He came  twice
before  he  felt he'd sufficiently drained his primal  drive
and  could  act  normally in the nude presence  of  Lum  and
Benten.  There was no telling how much longer they'd be out,
and  he wasn't sure he could keep his hands off of them  for
the remainder of the trip, however long it was.
      Ataru  stepped into the shower stall and starting  the
water running, shivering as he guided himself under the cold
blast from the shower head.  Cleaning his now-flaccid penis,
he remembered the urges that were screaming for release mere
moments  ago,  and  flushed guiltily at  what  he  had  been
tempted to do to them.  He was glad that he had been able to
keep himself from giving into his desires, knowing how badly
he  would've  suffered  at  their  hands,  and  by  his  own
conscience.
      As  he  washed  himself under the  cold  spray,  Ataru
recalled  the sight of his beautiful fiancee lying  next  to
Benten   in  the  other  room.   He  concentrated   on   the
defenseless look she had on her face and felt a heavy  burst
of  love  and  protectiveness for her spring from  somewhere
deep  within his heart.  With such an overwhelming upwelling
of  emotion  came a sudden clarity of thought.   He  had  no
doubts now that he truly loved her, and was ever so grateful
that  she  had  been  returned to him whole  and  apparently
unharmed.   He  doubted that he could've lived if  something
had  happened  to  her.  He was surprised  to  find  himself
blinking  away a tear or two as his gratitude  spilled  over
into  tears of joy.  He let them wash away in the stream  of
cold  water as it jetted from the shower head above him  and
splashed against his face.
      Until  now, true love had been an emotion as alien  to
him   as   Lum   was.   After  so  many  years  of   rampant
lecherousness  and dreaming of how to get a woman  into  the
sack, he didn't know how to deal with this new feeling.  But
he at least knew that he liked it.
      Buoyed  by his romantic feelings, Ataru felt confident
enough  to  walk  out of the privy and  look  at  the  girls
without having a spontaneous orgasm.  He dried his hair with
a  towel,  and  wrapped it about his waist as  he  left  the
bathroom.   As  he prepared to dress, Ataru glanced  in  the
girls'  direction again to check on them, and was  surprised
by what he saw.
      Lum  and  Benten had both moved while he  was  in  the
shower.   Lum had shifted so she was now snuggled up against
Benten  with her arms draped over her friend's supple waist.
Benten  had  turned  on her side, facing  Lum.   What  Ataru
really  liked was the fact that Lum's face was enveloped  by
the  soft skin of Benten's pendulous breasts.  It was almost
as  if it were a natural position for both girls.  Curiosity
beating  self-preservation, Ataru  approached  the  sleeping
nymphs cautiously.
      Once  he'd gotten near the bed, Ataru thought he could
hear  soft moaning coming from Lum.  Moving a little closer,
his eyebrows shot up as he understood what she was saying.
      "...  more...  Darling ...  mmmm...  Ben-chan..."  she
moaned  as  she shifted her face around in the  confines  of
Benten's cleavage.
      `She  must still be dreaming about what they ... did,'
he  thought, a fresh flush of pure lust blindsiding him.  He
fought  his  urges  only half-heartedly,  letting  his  cock
regain its prominence and push his towel out obscenely.
      His rod twitched as Benten moaned slightly in her gas-
induced  slumber,  responding  to  Lum's  angel-soft  facial
contact with her breasts.  He sighed in a shuddering  breath
as  he  watched  the two women draw closer  to  each  other,
cooing  happily in their dream-state.  Ataru felt  a  slight
touch  of  envy  for  them at seeing the  look  of  love  on
Benten's face.
      Standing  at  the edge of the bunk, Ataru  knelt  down
beside  Lum to bring himself face-to-face with his  would-be
fiancee.  His eyes darted from Benten, to Lum, and  back  as
he tried to guess what it was that was going on in the minds
of the two.
      Lum  moaned  happily, catching Ataru's  attention  and
causing  him to focus his gaze on her again.  As  he  looked
upon  her breast-obscured face, he could see that her cheeks
were  suffused  with a deep-red blush.  His member  twitched
under  his towel again as Lum's moaning deepened in response
to something that was happening to her in her dream.
     Unable to contain himself any longer, Ataru reached his
hand  out to touch Lum on the shoulder.  He steeled  himself
for  a reaction from her as his hand made contact, but  none
came.  His straining rod grew even harder as his hand rested
against  the  warm  skin  of Lum's  shoulder,  slight  drool
forming at the corners of his trembling mouth.
      Emboldened  by Lum's lack of response, Ataru  ran  his
hand  from her shoulder and down her arm, raising goosebumps
on   her   skin.    He  paused  his  hand  as   Lum   moaned
appreciatively, enjoying the soft stroking she was receiving
and  incorporating it into her dream.  He couldn't help  but
wonder  if she was just playing around with his mind  again.
But  after  waiting for a moment he got no further  response
from her, so he moved his hand back to her shoulder.
      Ataru  knew that he wouldn't be able to forestall  the
impending storm of her anger and fear much longer, and  felt
that  they would both be better off if he awoke her  gently,
instead  of having her awake in a panic.  Turning  his  hand
over on her shoulder, he gripped it firmly and shook her.
      "Lum-chan,  you  okay?"  he  asked  gently,  his  lips
hovering  right  near  her ear.  Lum  moaned  into  Benten's
cleavage  again,  but  didn't relinquish  her  hold  on  her
friend.  Irritation showed on Ataru's face as he again shook
her  and received no response.  He debated his next  move  a
bit  before  finally deciding that he had to pull  her  away
from Benten forcibly.
     With both hands, he grabbed her by the arm and shoulder
and pulled her off of Benten, and laid her on her back.  She
protested  having  to  leave the warm confines  of  Benten's
succulent  breasts while still in her sleep, but to  Ataru's
relief she didn't make a move to glomp onto Benten again.
      Ataru's  heart  skipped  a beat  as  he  glimpsed  the
innocent smile on Lum's face.  It again drove home the  fact
that he had always cared for her, but had been too stupid to
show it until now.  He brought his hands up and caressed her
face  gently, wanting to show his love for her.   "Lum-chan,
wake  up, please!" he pleaded in a hoarse whisper, his  lips
brushing against her cheek.
      Lum  shifted, groaning now instead of moaning.   Ataru
pulled  his head back and watched anxiously as she began  to
stir.   "Dar...  ling?"  she  asked  in  a  hoarse,  halting
whisper.   Her eyelids fluttered madly as her eyes tried  to
adjust  to  the  painful  flood of light  issuing  from  the
overhead  fluorescents.  She closed her eyes  tightly  as  a
wave  of  pain  hit her in the back of her skull.   "Oww,...
headache..."  she moaned, her facial muscles  contorting  in
pain.
      Ataru realized that she was in pain, and reached  down
to get the canteen he used to bathe the girls.  He jumped up
and  dashed  into the privy to fill the canteen  with  water
again.   Rushing back to her, he knelt down at the  side  of
the  bunk, canteen in hand.  He slipped his free hand  under
her  head  and  tilted it up, then placed the  edge  of  the
canteen against her closed lips.
      "Lum-chan, drink," Ataru urged.  "It should help  with
the headache," he offered helpfully.
     Lum opened her lips slightly, and groaned gratefully as
the  cold  water sluiced across her tongue and  against  the
back of her throat.  She swallowed greedily as it bathed her
parched  mouth,  quenching  her thirst  and  bringing  quick
relief.
     "Not so fast, Lum-chan.  Slow down," he cautioned as he
watched  her gulp down mouthful after mouthful of  the  cool
liquid.  "You'll make yourself sick if you drink too  much,"
he scolded, not unkindly.
     Lum nodded her agreement weakly and closed her lips.  A
small  trickle  of water wended its way down her  cheek  and
neck,  then  disappeared between her  breasts  before  Ataru
pulled  the canteen away from her mouth and set  it  on  the
floor.
      Feeling  better, she sighed contentedly and looked  at
Ataru  with  heavy eyes.  She brought a hand  to  her  face,
politely  covering a yawn that she couldn't keep suppressed.
"Where  are  we,  Darling?" she asked after resuming  normal
breathing.
      "We're  on  your  dad's ship, the `Black  Widow',"  he
answered softly.  His hand moved haltingly towards her,  his
mind debating the wisdom of showing her affection after  all
she had been through.  Plus, there was still a small echo of
that voice that kept telling him to avoid marrying her.  But
to his relief, he found that he had no trouble ignoring it.
      His  heart  won  the argument with  his  ego,  and  he
steadily  guided  his hand to her face, stroking  her  cheek
lovingly  with  his  index finger.  "We  just  escaped  from
Graven's hideout," he said, then quickly placed both of  his
hands on her shoulders, restraining her as a sudden wave  of
panic  hit,  causing her to sit up.  "... and we're  heading
back to Earth.  Don't worry, Lum-chan.  You're safe now," he
said soothingly, moving his hands back to her head to stroke
her face and run his fingers through her hair.
     Lum calmed down, letting her breath out in a rush.  She
smiled  at  him,  her  heart  light  as  she  realized   how
affectionate he was being to her.  She placed  her  hand  on
his,  letting them both rest against her cheek.   "You  came
for me Darling!  I knew you would," she said happily, gazing
into his eyes adoringly.
      He  kept  his position at her side, looking  upon  her
smiling  face in silence.  Until now, Ataru had  little  use
for  the word `love.'  Wanting sex and trying to touch women
had occupied a lot of his free time.  But the battle to free
Lum   and  Benten  had  changed  his  perceptions,  and  his
priorities.  His exotic, green-haired alien fiancee was  now
the single most important thing in his life.
      At  that moment, realizing what she meant to  him  and
knowing  that  she was going to be alright, Ataru  could  no
longer  keep  his composure.  Giving in to his emotions,  he
lay  his  head  against  Lum's shoulder  with  their  cheeks
pressed  together, and cried his eyes out.   He  pushed  his
arms  underneath her, his elbow grazing Benten's stomach  as
he  locked his hands together behind his fiancee to  form  a
tight embrace.
      "Oh  God, Lum!  I was so worried about you,"  he  said
with  a thick voice.  "After what I saw Graven try to do  to
you  and Benten, and when he threatened to kill both of you,
I  ..." he choked back another sob.  "I thought I'd lost you
forever,"  he completed in anguish, holding her  desperately
in fear of losing her again.
     Lum wrapped her arms around Ataru's trembling frame and
held  him close, hoping that she could comfort the one  that
she  cared for so dearly.  "Shhh...  I'm okay, now that  I'm
here with you Darling," she whispered lovingly, rubbing  her
hands across his bare back.
      `Across  his bare back!?' her mind recited  in  alarm.
Lum  frowned  as she felt for, and couldn't find,  a  shirt.
She  stopped her hands, letting them rest on Ataru's exposed
back.   `We didn't?!' she thought suddenly, as she concluded
the  worst.   Craning  her neck, Lum's  gaze  traveled  down
Ataru's  bare  chest  to  his legs where  she  saw,  to  her
amazement, that he was clad only in a towel.
      Very  suspicious of her lecherous fiancee, Lum  pulled
one  of  her  hands off of his back and slid  it  under  the
sheet.   She  drew in a sharp breath as her hand  found  her
nipples  and vagina unclothed, and knew that they were  only
being  covered by the sheet.  Her eyes narrowed  angrily  as
she  confirmed what Ataru had done to her.  He  could  sense
that something was wrong as he sat away from her.  His worst
fears  were confirmed when he saw the fire of anger lighting
her eyes.
      Lum  was seething with fury, but before she could yell
at  Ataru, something soft and warm, with a small, rough edge
to it brushed her face and rested against her cheek, causing
her to turn in alarm.  Expecting to see what it was that had
struck her cheek, Lum found herself lips-to-nipple with  one
of Benten's large breasts.
      Her  best  friend  moaned pleasurably  as  Lum's  lips
involuntarily  latched onto the erect  nipple.   Her  tongue
darted  out, tasting the raised flesh of her feminine  lover
and  sparking  her memory.  Her mind rocked as  it  suddenly
flooded  with  the  events of everything that  had  happened
between she and Benten back in that prison cell.
     Lum's whole body blushed a deep crimson tone as her sex
tingled   with  excitement  and  her  nipples  went   erect,
betraying  the lust she felt and hoped Ataru wasn't  seeing.
She  heard  Ataru gasp, however, and knew that he  was  well
aware  of her sexual leanings concerning Benten, and felt  a
small  amount of shame at that.  As the reality of what  was
happening sunk in to both of them, Lum hastily released  the
firm  hold  her lips had on Benten's captured  nipple.   She
reluctantly  turned  her head away from  her  best  friend's
noble  attribute and shot Ataru an angry look  to  hide  her
embarrassment and arousal.
      Ataru  tried not to be obvious about staring at  Lum's
body,  but the sheet wasn't hiding anything.  Lum's  nipples
were  quite  prominent,  tenting the  fabric  of  the  sheet
proudly.   Also, the area covering her crotch was now  damp,
and  he  could clearly see the detail of her pubic lips  and
green hair through the transparent area of the white sheet.
      Lum  traced the line of his gaze and saw what  he  was
looking  at.   Too  embarrassed to  think  of  covering  the
incriminating  evidence,  she  looked  at  him  angrily  and
reached  up, slapping a dazed Ataru on the face.  "Darling!"
she hissed angrily.  "What the *hell* is going on here?" she
demanded.
     Ataru shrank back from his angry fiancee.  He brought a
hand  to his face, rubbing away the stinging sensation,  and
showed her a puzzled look.  "What are you talking about?" he
shot back defensively.
      Lum  gestured to her sheet-clad self, Benten's exposed
breasts,  then to the towel wrapped around his waist.   "Why
are  we  all naked?" she spat.  "What were you doing  to  us
while  we  were  out?"   Slight  tendrils  of  energy   were
crackling between her fingers as she awaited a response from
him.
      Ataru's  eyes widened as he understood  what  she  was
talking  about.   He looked at her with mild trepidation  as
Lum's  anger and impatience grew, but then felt the heat  of
his own anger flash through him as it finally clicked in his
mind  that  she had accused him of taking advantage  of  her
while  she was unconscious.  He readily admitted to  himself
that  prior to her kidnapping, he would've considered  doing
something like that to her.  But now, after all he had  seen
and  been through, the idea of taking advantage of her while
she was helpless sickened him.
      "How  dare  you!?"  he shouted angrily,  ignoring  the
energy  burst that was building up in her hands.  He needn't
worry  about  it, however.  The crackling energy  dissipated
harmlessly into her skin as she lost her concentration.  She
shrunk back in fear as he leaned into her angrily, his  face
coming within inches of hers.  "I can't believe this!  After
all  I  went through to rescue you, you accuse me of  this!"
He  stood up, not trusting himself to keep from striking her
in  anger if he stayed next to her.  She might as well  have
thrust  a  knife  in his heart, for all the hurt  her  words
caused him.
     "We flew through space at our own personal risk so that
we  could  get  to  you before Graven had you  executed!   I
risked  my life countless times, running through that damned
maze  of  hallways.  I even killed ShadowKnights with  these
hands,"  he shouted, showing her his open hands,  palms  up.
"All to get to you..." he added bitterly, dropping his hands
to  his  sides  and turning away from her.  He  sat  on  the
floor,  crossing his arms angrily and resting  them  on  his
knees.   He  propped his chin on his arms,  shooting  Lum  a
vicious look.
      Lum's  face clouded with both guilt and shame.   She'd
allowed  the  words of her friends in the past to  influence
her  judgment, and she may have just killed his love for her
as  a result.  She hadn't even thought to ask him how he got
her  and  Benten  out of danger, instead  thinking  only  of
herself.  She berated herself for her selfishness,  and  her
rush  to  judgment against him.  Lum could  feel  her  heart
breaking  as  she  realized that it  was  now  she  who  was
responsible  for  destroying  any  chance  for  togetherness
between them.
      Ataru  brooded  as he kept his place a short  distance
from  Lum.  He'd really been looking forward to a  new  life
with her, by admitting his feelings to her and enjoying  the
fruits of their relationship.  But apparently Lum was  stuck
with  her  own hateful ideas about him.  He laughed bitterly
at  his  situation.   Their roles were  reversed  now;   him
wanting her love unconditionally, and her pushing him  away.
He  closed his eyes tiredly and tried to calm himself  down,
hoping  that he could figure something out if he  was  in  a
saner frame of mind.
      Lum  brought  a  hand to her face, and wept  silently;
helplessly...  Her mind raced as she sought  a  way  to  fix
this problem and make it right between them.  She turned  on
her  side to look at her brooding fiancee, and apologize for
her  hasty words.  She opened her mouth to say something but
gasped  lightly, her words caught in her throat as her  eyes
caught glimpse of something that totally derailed her  train
of thought.
     Ataru was still sitting with his knees drawn up against
his  chest, and his legs spread apart so that his arms could
rest  on  them.  With him wearing only a towel, Lum  had  no
problem  whatsoever seeing his flaccid member  drooped  over
his balls and resting lazily against his right leg.
      Her mouth remained open.  She hadn't ever seen one  of
those  in `real-life' before, and couldn't believe  how  hot
she  was  getting  by looking at it.  Lum's thighs  squirmed
under the sheets as she ground the lips of her sex together,
trying  unsuccessfully to quench the sexual  fire  that  was
growing  deep  within the fertile nexus  of  her  womanhood.
`This is *insane*,' she told herself, finally remembering to
close  her mouth.  `Ataru *hates* me right now!  How  can  I
think of him like ... that?!'  She kept on grinding her legs
under  the  sheets, entranced by the sight  of  his  exposed
manhood.
      She  wanted to touch it.  More than anything else  she
could say or do, nothing mattered more to her right now than
having  that  part  of Ataru's body in her  hands.   In  her
imagination, she could already feel it throbbing in the firm
grip of her hands as she stroked it.  Desire reigned supreme
as  she  soundlessly crept from the bed, the  sheet  a  mere
whisper  as it glided across her skin.  Prowling across  the
decking  on all fours, she crawled up to within  a  foot  of
Ataru's legs.
      She lay flat on the decking, her body shivering as her
bare breasts and sex made contact with the cold metal of the
floor.   Neither moving nor speaking, she watched transfixed
as his flaccid member pulsed in time with the beating of his
angry  heart.  Her body heat increased along with her desire
as  she  maintained her gaze on his rod.  With that kind  of
influence,  it  wasn't long before her area of  the  decking
warmed to comfortable levels.
      She  sighed wistfully, wishing that she could do  more
with  it than merely stare.  She cringed in that instant  as
she realized that she had just blown her breath directly  at
it.   Her eyes widened in alarm as she watched the few  wiry
pubic  hairs on his balls move, having been stirred  by  her
breath.   His testicles retracted towards his penis  as  her
cooling breath caressed them, and his penis lifted away from
his  leg  and started to grow in size and jut out  from  his
body.
      Ataru's  eyes snapped open as a cool breeze blew  past
his  manhood.  He could feel himself stiffening and growing,
and  cursed  the bad timing of his arousal.  Embarrassed  at
exposing  himself, he moved his hand to pull the towel  down
over  his  privates when he brushed against  a  hard,  rough
lump.   He blanched as his fingers traced along the edge  of
the  item, which he quickly realized in a panic was  one  of
Lum's horns.
      "Lum!" he shouted in embarrassment, his anger with her
completely swept away and replaced by shock.  He backed away
from  her a bit, and hurriedly tried to cover his balls  and
stiffened  penis with a hand.  "Geez!  And you  thought  *I*
was a pervert?!" he shouted indignantly, blushing scarlet as
he  realized how easily approachable he had been.  `How long
had she been there ... *staring* at it?' he asked himself in
astonishment.   He felt his hard-on throbbing  in  his  hand
untamed, his arousal kicked into overdrive by what  Lum  had
done.
      "Darling,  I..." she said haltingly,  sitting  up  and
reaching  her hand out to touch him.  Ataru said nothing  as
he  watched her approach, spellbound by her nude  figure  as
she  brought her arm down to the floor and crept towards him
on  her hands and knees.  He released his manhood, which had
swollen  to  proportions he couldn't comfortably confine  in
his  palm  any  longer, and moved his hands  away  from  his
crotch.
      Lum  began  her  explanation again.  "Darling,  I  was
just...  curious," she said in a wavering  tone,  unsure  of
what  she  could say to tell him to make him understand  her
desire.  She broke off again as she watched him uncover  his
erect member, and found herself unable to rip her gaze  from
its  throbbing  and  swollen visage.  "It's  so  hard!"  she
exclaimed with childlike wonderment, bringing her face close
enough to it for her cheeks to brush against his thighs.
     He was afraid that he was about to cum on her face just
due to her proximity to his cock.  Since that wasn't how  he
wanted  to  start  things out with her,  Ataru  grabbed  her
gently  by  the  shoulders  and pulled  her  away  from  his
straining  member.   He  gently  tugged  on  her  shoulders,
guiding  her  up so that they were gazing into each  other's
eyes.   "Lum, I ..." he said, as he brought her face  closer
to  his,  pausing  as  he  suddenly  felt  a  cold  wave  of
nervousness hit him.
      "You what, Darling?" she asked, blinking her eyes with
extreme cuteness.
      He  swallowed hard and closed his eyes for  a  moment,
gathering his determination.  He wanted her to know  how  he
felt  now,  before they possibly did anything.   "I...  I...
Lll..."  He scratched his head in embarrassment and blew out
an  exasperated  sigh.   "Oh, to  hell  with  it!"  he  said
suddenly.   He  pulled her close so that they were  nose  to
nose.   "I love you, Lum!" he shouted quickly, then  slumped
back  on his elbows, with Lum propping her arms on his knees
and looking down on him incredulously.
      "I  finally  said  it," he babbled in  amazement.   He
pushed  away from her a little bit, feeling very awkward  at
the  moment  and  wanting a little space.   He  leaned  back
against  the  bulkhead, drawing his legs  flat  against  the
ground as he moved, and causing his towel to fall loose  and
fully expose his erect penis.
      Lum  fell as he moved, landing on his prone legs  with
her   face  between  his  knees.   She  pushed  herself   up
immediately, her eyes shimmering with tears of absolute  joy
as  she  dared to believe what she just heard him say.   She
got up on her knees and straddled his legs, then crawled  to
him  with her arms outstretched in a welcoming embrace.  She
gazed directly into his eyes, ignoring the fact that she was
completely  nude  as she walked on her  knees  to  him,  and
ignoring Ataru's raging member for the moment, which was  at
full attention and lying flat against his belly.
     Ataru watched in wordless anticipation as his true love
approached.   His heart raced as his mind and eyes  took  in
the  voluptuous form of his sixteen year-old  alien  fiancee
approaching  in  apparent  slow-motion.   Her  hips  wiggled
seductively  as  she  short-stepped her  way  to  him.   Her
breasts bounced oh-so-heavenly with her every movement,  and
her  lustrous green hair cascaded in waves down her back and
along  the sides of her face, swaying hypnotically  in  tune
with  her  motion, and framing the most beautiful  face  and
deepest blue eyes he could ever recall.
      His pulse pounded loudly in his ears, and his cock was
straining almost beyond the bursting point.  He doubted that
he  could  stand the wait much longer, knowing in his  heart
that  this was the right place, and the right time, for both
of  them.  Once her hands were within reach, he took them in
his,  and pulled her onto him.  He laughed giddily as  their
bodies  touched, relishing the feeling of full body contact;
her  skin  pressing and rubbing against his as they  wrapped
their arms around each other in a loving embrace.
      Ataru was sure that he was sporting one of the world's
goofiest  grins.  Here he was, holding the love of his  life
in  his  arms, both naked as the day they were born, and  he
wasn't getting kicked, lynched, or fried for it.  Lum lifted
herself  up  so that they were facing each other once  more.
She  saw  the  smirk  on  his face, and  smiled  in  return,
bringing one of her hands up to caress his cheek.
      "Did you really mean it, Darling?" she asked somewhat-
reluctantly.  She had to know for sure, but a  part  of  her
warned  that she might be turning Ataru away by  making  him
admit  his  love  for  her again.  She  watched  with  glee,
though, as he nodded affirmatively.
      "Yes,  I did.  I *do* love you, Lum," he said  without
hesitation.   She  shouted for joy  and  glomped  onto  him,
holding  him tightly.  Ataru's smile broadened in  response.
They  were  both  going  to be just fine  now,  he  thought.
Whatever else that had happened to them in the past or would
in the future, they would always have each other.
      "I love you, too, Darling," she said in a light voice,
her  warm  breath flowing past his neck and  adding  to  his
already  excited state.  His heart leapt for  joy  as  those
magical words floated past his ear.  He deepened his hold on
Lum,  his  hands finding purchase on her bare shoulders  and
the small of her back as his passion fueled his movements.
      She  cooed  into his ear.  She too felt  the  electric
thrill  of his warm skin grazing against hers.  Also,  Lum's
clit was being rubbed by the shaft of his penis.  His member
was   sandwiched  between  their  abdomens,  and  was  lying
perfectly  along the wet slit of her vagina, and  since  Lum
was  sitting up a bit so she could properly glomp Ataru, the
erect  bud of her clitoris was pressed against the underside
of  the  head  of his member.  Every time his  hardened  rod
twitched,  Lum  felt an intense sexual fire  course  through
her.   At  the  rate she was going, she knew it wouldn't  be
long  before  she came and drenched both of  them  with  her
potent nectar.
      Ataru's  member seemed to complain about the  lack  of
attention it was receiving, even though the feeling of Lum's
wet  sex pressing against it did feel wonderful.  He  gasped
as  she  moved  her  hips, knowing that even  the  slightest
friction  would  send him off, and coat them both  liberally
with his cum.  He wanted release so badly, though twice he'd
stifled  an  attempt to reach between them and jerk  himself
off.   But  he  doubted he could hold off  much  longer  and
remain  sane.  It didn't dampen his desire any  for  him  to
know  that those two hard lumps pressing into his bare chest
were her nipples, stiffened and thick because of him.
      The  two  lovers sat there, panting in  synchronicity,
their  embrace  communicating what they  couldn't  say  with
words.   Their  skin  pressed and rubbed  together  as  they
breathed,  their bodies and minds responding  as  one.   The
close  contact with Lum was getting to be too much for  him.
Unable to resist the temptation any longer, Ataru moved  one
of  his  hands from the small of her back to her flank.   He
stopped momentarily when she moaned.  He knew that he wasn't
hurting  her, but she surprised him nonetheless.   He  could
feel the goosebumps that were raised on her body as his hand
rested on her side, inches from her breast.
      Lum's desire was reaching a fevered pitch as well, and
she  was  seconds  from giving into temptation  and  pushing
herself  up  and  mounting his manhood.   She  felt  herself
almost  go  wild  as  Ataru caressed her  tenderly,  raising
goosebumps  on  her  skin.  She pushed her  head  away  from
Ataru's  shoulder, and licked her lips.  Moving one  of  her
hands  behind his head and pulling him towards her, and  she
moving her own head down, they met in a simple kiss.
      Ataru  moaned  into Lum's mouth.  The feeling  of  her
soft,  warm lips pressed against his was exquisite, and  was
pushing  him  closer to the edge.  He moved his roving  hand
down  to  her  ass, propping her up so that he could  deepen
their kiss, while he ran his other hand through her lustrous
hair.  Emboldened by her forwardness, Ataru opened his mouth
and  drew  his  tongue along the inside of  her  lips.   She
responded quickly, opening her mouth and sending her  tongue
to meet his.
      The  French  kiss lasted quite awhile, both  of  their
emotions   so   overwhelming  that  they  shut   out   their
surroundings,  and  even  the  passage  of  time   as   they
concentrated  on each other.  When they finally  did  break,
both  were  gasping  for air.  Ataru's  face  moved  to  her
shoulders  so he could nuzzle Lum's neck with his  nose  and
lips.   His  passion and love for her was  making  him  very
affectionate.   He moved his head upward to  nibble  on  her
tapered ear, and could feel her shuddering in response.
      Her shaking body was about to drive him to orgasm, and
he  knew that he couldn't fight the urge to cum anymore.  He
wanted Lum to be the one to bring him off, but doubted  that
she  was ready for that yet.  So he pulled his hand  out  of
her  hair and pressed it between their stomachs, sliding his
hand across their skin to get to his straining rod.
      Lum  gasped  as  Ataru's hand slid  down  her  stomach
towards  her  churning  sex.  She  could  feel  his  fingers
approaching,  and moaned loudly when the tip of  his  pinkie
finger grazed against her clit.  She became puzzled, though,
when  he didn't follow up with the other four.  She sat back
a little bit, and saw him grab firm hold of his erect penis,
and  understood  in  a  flash  what  he  was  going  to  do.
Hurriedly  she lay her hand against his arm, and  shook  her
head `no.'
      "Darling,  Let... let me do it, please..." she  asked,
pulling  on Ataru's arm and watching gratefully as his  hand
slowly  disengaged from his member.  She lowered herself  so
that  her  head was at eye-level with the head of his  cock,
her  body sprawled across his legs.  She moved her hand  up,
and  reached  out apprehensively for his member.   With  her
face  right  near it, it looked enormous  to  her.   It  was
becoming  a  daunting  task for her,  closing  the  distance
between her open hand and his throbbing penis.
      Her sex was scorching hot, and her breasts tingled  as
her  fingers  hovered  over  Ataru's  muscle.   Despite  her
nervousness, her sex drive was reacting to the sight of  his
virility  thrumming right in front of her.  A  part  of  her
wanted  to  take the safe route and shove her hands  between
her own legs, but the majority of her desire was centered on
the  stiff,  elongated  organ projecting  from  between  her
lover's legs.  She steeled herself and allowed her desire to
dictate  her motions.  Flexing her fingers, she pressed  her
palm  against the thick shaft of his erection,  then  closed
her hand around it in a light grip.
      Ataru  groaned as if he were catching his last breath.
Nothing in his *life* had felt as good as Lum's dainty  hand
touching  his  rod.  The very warm skin of her  palm  was  a
welcome  sensation  against the  thin-walled  shaft  of  his
penis.   He  sat there, his eyes closed and his mouth  open,
enraptured by the handiwork of his green haired vixen.
      Lum  was likewise entranced by Ataru.  The thing  that
she held in her hands was throbbing like a wild animal.   It
was smooth, and hot to the touch.  And merely holding it  in
her hands made her feel very wicked.  She moved her hand  up
and  down its length, Paying attention to the difference  in
texture  of the shaft and head.  She looked closely  at  the
rim of its head, tracing the outline of it with her thumb.
     Then closing her fingers around the solid shaft of  his
member, she stroked it.  Her breasts and sex tingled as  she
rubbed  his manhood, the unique feeling of having  Ataru  in
her  grasp, and knowing what she was doing to him were  both
driving her out of her mind.  She stared open-mouthed as his
testicles  began jerking wildly, and the shaft  of  his  rod
expanded further in size.  She looked up to Ataru's face  as
he  started  making incoherent sounds, then turned  back  to
look  at  his member, which was suddenly bucking and jerking
in her hand.
     She felt something hit her on the forehead, causing her
to  stop  stroking.  She then closed her mouth involuntarily
as  something else landed on her tongue.  It was slick,  and
had  a  salty  taste  to  it.  `He's  coming,'  she  thought
suddenly, realizing what it was that was splashing all  over
her body.  She rolled the droplets of cum about in her mouth
to  savor the taste.  `Mmm.  So this is what Darling  tastes
like?!' she thought curiously as she swallowed the sample.
     She brought her finger up to her forehead and wiped off
the  bit of cum that had landed there, then inserted it into
her  mouth.  She wrinkled her nose a bit and frowned as  the
larger  bead  of cum slid past her tongue.  `Hmmm,  I  guess
so,'  she  thought,  not quite sure  what  to  make  of  the
slippery substance.  `Strange taste.  It's nothing close  to
what  Ben-chan was like.  But it wasn't really  too  bad...'
she  thought mischievously, as her other hand pumped Ataru's
jerking manhood for more of the salty white stuff.
     Ataru's world was one of hypersensitive perceptions and
blurred  vision.   That  was the  only  way  he  could  ever
describe  how  it felt to be brought off by another  person.
Self-stimulation   had   nothing  on   what   Lum's   simple
handstrokes were doing to his rod.  Each pass she made along
the  shaft produced a feeling like a sustained, burning itch
on  his member.  With every stroke, the sensations generated
raced  from his sensitive penis to other parts of his  body,
giving  him  a  giddy sensation that hit him  right  in  the
center of his groin.
      He closed his eyes, concentrating all of his attention
to  Lum's miracle working hands.  He could feel the feverish
wave of sexual tension reach a peak within him, and suddenly
his whole body went stiff.  He knew he was coming;  he could
feel it in every fiber of his being.  But something told his
lucid mind that this was more violent, more potent, than any
orgasm he'd ever imagined himself capable of.  Loads of  his
sperm  passed  through the jerking shaft of  his  penis  and
launched  from its blood-engorged tip;  some he  could  feel
landing on his legs or belly;  some coating the shaft of his
member as Lum stroked it;  the rest landing elsewhere.
     Then it was over.  Every muscle in him relaxed, and the
only  sounds he could hear was his heartbeat, Lum's panting,
and   his   own  labored  breathing.   He  gasped  for   air
shamelessly as he came down from his sexual high.   He  felt
Lum release his deflating member, then jumped in surprise as
she  kissed it.  He opened his eyes, and saw where the  rest
of his cum had landed.
      She  was  bathed  in it.  Her hair and  face  were  an
absolute mess, and her breasts and stomach were sprayed with
little  white droplets of it.  Despite himself,  it  took  a
little  bit  of  will for Ataru to keep  his  composure  and
refrain from laughing.
     He wondered to himself what it was about Lum that would
make her face look cute even when it was scattered with  his
cum.   He reached down to the floor and picked up his towel.
He wiped himself off in broad strokes, clearing away most of
the  mess  he'd  made on his body.  Then  reaching  out,  he
grabbed  the  hand that had launched the unreal orgasm  he'd
just  had, and cleaned it tenderly.  Once it was cleared  of
his  seed, he kissed her gently on the wrist.  "That...  was
*fantastic*,"  he  said in a shallow breath,  releasing  her
hand as he spoke.
      Lum smiled, and grabbed the towel from his loose grip.
"And you're messy!" she mock chided, sticking her tongue out
playfully  as  she  cleaned spots  of  cum  from  her  face,
breasts,  and  arms with his towel.  She ignored  her  hair,
doubting  that  the  towel could get the  sticky  stuff  out
completely.  She tossed the towel on the floor,  and  looked
at Ataru seductively.  "What now, Darling?" she asked with a
sultry tone and heavy-lidded eyes.
      His  eyes  and  member both snapped to attention,  her
husky  voice turning him on just when he thought he couldn't
go  any longer.  "I ... I..." he began, then quieted as  Lum
brought a finger to his lips, halting his fragmented speech.
He  said nothing as she reached down and grabbed one of  his
hands,  then  slowly  guided it to her breast.   She  moaned
lowly  as  his  fingers closed around it with a  loose,  but
determined grip.
      Ataru  worked his hand over her breast, amazed at  how
soft  the skin was.  He'd always imagined a woman's  breasts
being  muscular, especially Lum's since they  stood  out  so
proudly  from  her  chest.   This  made  it  all  the   more
interesting when he got his first real feel of how soft  the
fatty  tissue of a woman's breast was.  He marveled  at  how
smooth  and  malleable the heavy mounds of  skin  were.   He
squeezed her breast again, feeling the tissue giving easily,
and  enjoying the sensation of its skin sliding beneath  and
between his fingers.  His squeezing hand eventually elicited
an  extended  moan from Lum.  "Am I doing it too  hard?"  he
asked in momentary alarm, stopping his investigative caress.
       Lum  gulped,  finding  her  voice.   "No,"  she  said
throatily,  shaking  her head for emphasis.   "You're  doing
jj...just fine."
      Satisfied that everything was okay, Ataru brought  his
head  closer  to her breast as he resumed stroking  it.   He
felt  Lum place her hands on his shoulders, and could  sense
her  shifting  her  weight, as if she were  having  problems
remaining  upright.  He put his free hand at  her  hip,  and
stroked  her  reassuringly, hoping she  understood  that  he
wouldn't let her fall.
     Even when he had been bathing her earlier, he had never
been  this  close  to her breasts before in  his  life.   At
least, Lum had never been willing to let him get this  close
before  now.   All of his fantasies, all of the porn  movies
and  magazines  were  a minor distraction  compared  to  the
healthy flesh Ataru held in his hands right now.  But  while
the  porn was no comparison to the real thing, he felt  he'd
learned a thing or from it.
      Following  what  he  remembered of  the  films,  Ataru
brought his head down to her nipple.  He looked at it for  a
moment, thinking how odd the erect pink skin looked standing
out  from the rest of her breast.  He brought his hand  over
and  rubbed his finger over the aureole and the top  of  the
nipple,  then  winced  as Lum dug her fingernails  into  his
shoulders.   Guessing that he'd found a very sensitive  area
of her body, he decided to use it to his advantage.  With  a
trembling  hand  he  lifted her  breast  to  his  chin,  and
enveloped the nipple with his puckered lips.
      Lum  squealed  as  the  well-remembered  sensation  of
someone  suckling  on  her breast assailed  her  anew.   The
manipulations of Ataru's mouth played havoc with  her  mind.
His  fluttering tongue was roaming the ridge of her  nipple,
and  as  he  drew  his cheeks in, Ataru  took  more  of  the
sensitive crown of her breast into his mouth.  Right as  all
of  her nipple and aureole were suctioned into his mouth,  a
short, intense shudder ran through Lum's body, and she  fell
backwards.  Her nipple popped out of his mouth with  a  loud
`SMACK!,'  and Ataru found himself scrambling to  catch  her
before her head hit the deckplate.
      "Still  a little weak, I guess," she offered  tiredly,
snorting  at the cruel joke her timing had been.   She  felt
him  lay  her  down  on  the floor,  her  prone  body  still
trembling from the aftereffects of her mini-orgasm.
      "I need to get you back in bed, Lum," he said sternly,
his face flushed but obviously full of concern.
      Lum  shook  her head, and grabbed his arm.   "I'll  be
okay,  Darling,"  she  said firmly, wanting  love  from  him
instead of a nap.
      His gaze softened as he stared into the beautiful blue
eyes  of  his fiancee.  `She's gonna be my wife!' he thought
suddenly.   His mind was dizzy at the prospect,  instead  of
the  wariness he expected.  He looked down at her, his heart
full  of  love and joy.  "Are you sure, Lum-chan?" he  asked
her softly.
     "Absolutely!" she replied enthusiastically, nodding her
head  cutely.  "I want you, Ataru-kun," she added, a  slight
hint of pleading in her voice.
      His ears snapped to attention.  `She called me `Ataru-
kun'!    She   must  *really*  be  serious,'   he   thought,
deliriously happy.  He said nothing else as he laid down  at
her  side,  draped one of his legs over both  of  hers,  and
kissed her full on the lips.