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He remembered, in that transcendental moment, just how light the business card felt in his hand.
As if even just pinching one of its corners would cause the card to collapse into dust, right before his eyes. Or that perhaps it would shatter like glass, and with it, he would awaken from his dream.
But it was no dream, and indeed, the card was the real deal. He gulped in her presence; his hands trembled, and he couldn’t get them under control—either in spite of, or because of, the way she was looking at him.
But USS Saratoga didn’t mind. In fact, she giggled, finding the sight sugar-sweet and too amusing not to tease him over.
“Sheesh, careful you don’t lose it~!” she told him. “Like I said, that’s my business card! So, if you’ve got business…”
She let her words trail off in the space between them. A purposeful lull.
“…then gimme a call anytime~! If I’m not performing, sleeping, or otherwise busy, then we can keep the good times going~!”
Henry Li mumbled a “thank-you” all while caught in his reverie. He hadn’t even heard the words leave her mouth, far too preoccupied with attempting to come to grips with whatever the hell just happened to him.
He decided to attend a concert right by his university, on the grounds that it was hosted by none other than USS Saratoga. It would have been the perfect thing to kick off the weekend, given that Henry considered himself an avid fan of music. Just as well, he was instantly captivated by Saratoga’s voice; her timbre, tones, and lyrics. If ever there was a hypnotic spell, he considered himself well and truly bewitched.
By sheer luck, he bumped into the singer on his way out of the venue. She was far friendlier than he expected, what with her sweet voice and even sweeter attitude, and while Henry suspected he wasn’t even worth her time, the two spoke for far longer than he initially suspected they would.
For Saratoga, it was much the same. She checked the time about an hour into their impromptu talk, and her eyes went wide with shock.
“Holy cow,” she said, “We’ve been talking for so long! I need to get going!”
“Sorry about that,” Henry said sheepishly.
“Don’t be sorry! I had a lot of fun~!”
Saratoga beamed. It was as if her radiant smile lit up the room they were standing in, and there was nothing more he needed to concern himself over.
Nothing except… her.
That was when she gave him her “business card,” which was nothing more than a piece of paper with her phone number scribbled on it. The notion of business? Pure pretense.
She wanted to see him again.
She wanted to see him again!
He could hardly believe it, no matter how many times he repeated the phrase in his head. And, as luck would have it, Henry did, in fact, see her again.
And again.
And again.
And each month after the first, he would do his damnedest to make sure to be one of the faces in her audience. No matter the state and no matter the destination, Henry was there, and Saratoga would join up with him after the show for some conversation and relaxation.
It was only natural that the two quickly formed a close friendship. They spoke to one another nearly every day—whether by phone, text, social media, or, of course, in person after her concerts.
He’d asked her once why she didn’t have any bodyguards, and while he didn’t think it was a foolish question initially, it was enough to make her giggle with apparent delight.
She reminded him of her true nature. That well beyond the stage—the spotlight and the roaring crowds—she was a killing machine wherever it counted. Her strength and prowess meant she had little need for people like armed escorts, bodyguards, and the like. In Saratoga’s eyes, she could take care of herself better than anyone ever could.
“…that’s why the paparazzi don’t mess with me, either,” she added, winking slyly. “Ever wonder why you haven’t popped up in any of the papers, even though you spend so much time with me?”
Henry winced. It was something he somehow overlooked, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense. Any other celebrity might have been grounds for trouble, to say nothing of how many photographs might have popped up of both him and the celebrity in question.
However, as Saratoga explained, the media wouldn’t dare mess with one of “America’s heroes.”
“…so not only am I safe,” Saratoga explained. “But you’re safe, too! As long as you stay close to me, that is~!”
She punctuated that little exclamation by ruffing Henry’s messy black hair, all before poking Henry’s nose, adding a gentle “boop” for good measure. It was enough to get her giggling, and Henry couldn’t help but chuckle along with her. She got him laughing more than anyone else. Frankly, he felt exceptional about her, and he wondered if his friendship with Saratoga could ever blossom into something more.
His thoughts burned him up on the inside. Soon, it became all he could think about.
He fantasized about holding Saratoga’s hand. He thought about kissing her, about putting his hand on her cheek while he drank deeply of her. Of whisking her away to some place private and serene. An isle unto themselves, and for no one else.
He hadn’t loved like this before. Was he even worthy of it—with the likes of her?
He’d hinted at his love before, but they were just that—hints. It was never anything concrete; nothing set in stone. He asked her to meet beneath gazebos, under the stars, and even at other romantic venues. However, he’d been far too shy each and every time, leaving Saratoga smiling and confused about what was going through his mind; about where these worries had come from.
In defiance of her usual and teasing mood, she went quiet during one of these occasions. Chewed on her lower lip and cast her gaze to the side. It wasn’t a sight that Henry had ever seen on the shipgirl, and it surprised him to see her this way.
However, just as swiftly as her demeanor had shifted, she reverted to her usual self. She perked up, changed the topic, then told him one of her humorous anecdotes about her life beyond the stage.
Internally, however, Saratoga knew very well how Henry was feeling. Despite them being “worlds apart,” she promised herself that she would be the one to confess to him when the time was right. That she would make it “easy” for the both of them, all for the sake of their happiness.
And she had a gut feeling that she had the perfect solution for Henry’s hesitation…
* * *
“A-ha! There you are! I was getting worried!”
Saratoga beamed at Henry’s approach, holding the backstage door open for him to walk on through. He returned her smile despite his visible unease, looking as though something was wrong.
“You might as well get transferred to my base already,” Saratoga said, “given how often we’re together, you know?”
Henry smiled sadly. “Oh man, I’d love that. But…”
Saratoga quirked an eyebrow. “But?”
“…but even if you put in a good word for me,” Henry added, “I’m just a civilian. It wouldn’t work out very well for me… and I wouldn’t want to make things awkward for you, too.”
Saratoga’s smile shrank. “Do you think about it often? Coming to stay with me?” she asked.
“I gave it some thought… but in the end, the last thing I want to do is make things complicated,” said Henry.
Saratoga resisted the urge to sigh and instead switched gears. “Did you like my music tonight?” she asked. “Did it sound any different from usual?”
Henry nodded immediately. This was actually something he’d wanted to bring up with her. “Yeah, it sounded more somber than usual.”
“Did it?” Saratoga asked. “Aha~ I wonder why…”
“N-Not that it’s a problem or anything!” Henry forced a smile and fidgeted with his fingers. “I love your music no matter what!”
“Aw~ thank you! Somber though, huh… y’know, maybe I was thinking about someone while I was singing?” She let the idea hang in the space between them, and she tilted her head as she considered the man in front of her. “After all,” she added, “music reflects the soul—remember?”
Henry nodded. It was a sentiment he shared along with her.
It was a softball of a response, but still, it seemed to go over Henry’s head. He was too focused on the content of the songs themselves to pay heed to whatever Saratoga was really telling him.
“Your songs… they were all about self-acceptance, self-love… about how you should appreciate what you have, and things like that,” said Henry.
“Mm-hmmmmm?” Saratoga hummed.
“Your music’s really been speaking to me lately,” Henry added.
“Oh~?”
“Yeah…” Henry chuckled nervously, gesturing to himself. “I mean, look at me.”
“I always do,” Saratoga said seriously.
“I mean, I’m so skinny… ”
“…”
“…no muscles at all,” he repeated, squeezing his own stick-thin arm.
“I accept you for who you are anyway, y’know. It doesn’t matter to me you’re thinner than most guys!” Saratoga frowned again—another rare sight for the civilian standing in front of her.
“Even at work, people make fun of me for my size,” Henry added, smiling sadly—and it was a sad smile that Saratoga matched upon her own countenance.
“I understand. It happens to me, too,” she said.
That caught Henry by surprise. “What? What do you mean?”
“Well,” said Saratoga, “even though I’m one of the Eagle Union vets, I’m nowhere near as big or sexy as the other girls. Sometimes I’m patronized for it,” she added quietly.
Henry was shocked to hear all this, but he was just as shocked that Saratoga hadn’t pranked him or teased him about any of this. He hadn’t known her to speak about something so seriously.
“But it’s always better to laugh and smile about something than to cry about it, right?” Saratoga forced another smile. “So I don’t let it get to me, aha~”
Henry’s mouth fell open in surprise. He simply couldn’t believe that a shipgirl like Saratoga was victim to the same manner of teasing that he was. It boggled the mind to learn that despite the girl’s prowess on the stage and on the battlefield, she was made fun of for something as unproblematic as her stature.
It was so jarring, in fact, that Henry began speaking without thinking. It was as though his mind and mouth were running on autopilot.
“I can’t believe that!” Henry exclaimed, catching Saratoga off guard.
“Can’t believe what?” she asked.
“I can’t believe that you’re made fun of at all, let alone for that! That’s… that’s ridiculous!”
Saratoga’s smile grew softly. “It is?”
“Yeah, it is! How dare they think you’re… you’re puny compared to them? How dare they think you’re inadequate? That doesn’t give them the right to say all that stuff!”
Now it was Saratoga’s turn to fidget awkwardly in front of the person she liked. “W-Well, that’s, uh—!”
“You’re the greatest musician that’s ever lived, and… and you’re the most beautiful girl in the world! The others… th-they don’t have anything on you, Sara! They seriously have got nothing on you!”
Saratoga was caught off guard, certainly. However, it didn’t take long for Henry’s words to sink in. All she could think about was the sudden ease with which he’d just confessed to her, and it inspired her to zip forward to pull the man into a firm hug.
(Naturally, she had to watch her own strength. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt Henry in any fashion!)
“Sheeeesh! Thanks for your support, Henny… did ya spend all your time rehearsing that? Stand naked in front of a mirror or something?” she teased.
“N-No!” Henry blushed, always feeling a beam of pride at Saratoga’s nickname for him. “I didn’t!”
“That was some outburst, ya know~? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were confessing something pretty big just now! But you wouldn’t ever do something like that, riiiight Henny?”
It was like she was back to her old self, as though her demeanor had never changed at all. Henry blushed beneath her scrutiny, and he backed away with a flustered look on his face. All he could do was stand there while Saratoga laughed—but was she laughing at him, or with him? This time, he couldn’t seem to tell, and he wondered if perhaps he’d overstepped his bounds.
“Did you like that hug?” she asked accusingly.
“I, um…” Henry bit his lip, feeling his face burn brightly from the physical contact.
“Oops! Look at that~! Henny, you dropped something~”
“I did?” His eyes lowered to the floor as he absentmindedly patted his pockets, a look of frustration crossing his face. “What did I—?”
Lips.
Delicate lips…
…and they were pressing against his own.
Henry’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Just as quickly as he realized what was happening, Saratoga pulled away from the sudden smooch, and she was blushing just as brightly as he was.
She giggled just then, wringing her own small hands together.
“Heh heh… it was my heart,” she told him, looking up at him. “Here, you can keep it!”
She raised her hands. They were empty—because they were supposed to be. Just as swiftly, Saratoga reached up and put her hands on Henry’s face, and that was all the warning he was going to get before kiss number two.
This time, he leaned forward eagerly to meet Saratoga’s playful smooch halfway. It was no small wonder that he was inexperienced at this sort of thing, but it wasn’t like Saratoga cared about that.
He was kissing back. Inexperience or otherwise, that was all that mattered to the shuddering shipgirl who held his cheeks and deepened the intimate embrace.
It was a wet and sloppy kiss. Chaste though it was, it sure as hell didn’t stay that way for very long. All their unspoken truths, and all their desires, came bubbling to the service amidst their sudden explosion of passion—one that left them breathless and blushing beet red.
“S-Sorry,” Henry blurted, feeling more embarrassed now than he did all his life. “I’m n-not a good kisser.”
“I know.” Saratoga giggled sweetly and swayed in place from excitement. “But I don’t mind at all! Just means we can teach each other~”
The bubbly shipgirl practically swept him off his feet. Before he knew it, they’d boarded Saratoga’s private plane. The plan was for Henry to join her back in San Diego, which meant they had plenty of time to put their hands on each other.
They had plenty of time to indulge.
Henry had seen Saratoga excited before, but their kiss had taken her disposition to an entirely new level. Her fingers were trembling as she led him into her suite, and she pressed him up against the wall with only a fraction of the strength she displayed—both on the field and on the stage. It was only natural that their lips should meet again in a breathtaking and spine-tingling kiss, and Saratoga moaned into Henry’s mouth as he put his hands on her waist. There was some hesitance, but he grabbed her at last. He couldn’t resist how much he craved her.
In the luxurious confines of Saratoga’s suite, they were free to focus solely on each other, with no worries. Saratoga was the first to take things further by tugging at the hem of Henry’s shirt, eventually helping him lift it off and throw it aside.
She put her hands on his chest immediately, and she bit her lip as she ogled his chest. Henry’s ego sprouted upward—and fortunately for Saratoga, it wasn’t the only thing that did.
“You’re really excited, huh?”
Her tone was teasing, as it always was. This time, however, there was an undercurrent of naughtiness to her words—probably because she was palming him through his pants and feeling his erection pulse against her little fingers.
“Saratoga… nngh… f-feels… good,” Henry uttered.
“Oh, yeah~?” Saratoga smiled seductively. “I bet you don’t want me to stop, huh?”
Henry shook his head sternly, and he gasped with surprise as Saratoga dropped to her knees and took his pants down with her on the descent. He covered his mouth with embarrassment as Saratoga got right down to business; she reached out and grabbed his cock with both hands, and she jerked him off while looking right up at him, a naughty gleam in her eyes as she did so.
“So hard… so thick… and all mine,” Saratoga purred, her eyelids drooping as though they were heavy with lust. A titillating giggle left her mouth—one that sent a shiver down Henry’s spine as the girl of his dreams worked his shaft with two hands. Two soft, warm, and surprisingly delicate hands…
“S-Sara—!” Henry blurted.
“Ahhh… shh… just enjoy this, Henny… just relax for me… while I…~”
And without further ado, Saratoga parted her lips before taking Henry’s cock into her mouth. Henry shuddered immediately, and his eyes went wide as he leaned up against the wall behind him. He kept his thighs spread as he looked down at Saratoga; he did not know what to do with his hands, content to just cover his mouth while Saratoga bobbed her head up and down along the length of his dick.
“Mmm… mmff… mmph…”
“H-Holy shit…” Henry groaned with pleasure, his hands and lower half shaking as Saratoga seemed content to enjoy her meal. “Oh, fuck… G-God, Sara… that f-feels…”
“Good?” she asked, popping his cock head out of her mouth to ask, smiling sweetly as she rubbed her cheek up against the side of his manhood. Henry nodded immediately, and at Saratoga’s gentle suggestion, he put his hand on her head and guided her back down, relishing the way she engulfed his shaft and worked the underside of his glans with her hot, wet tongue.
Soon enough, the room resonated with the sounds of Saratoga’s wet slurping and the faint hum she emitted, all while she kept her eyes closed in deep focus. It was an enthusiastic blowjob; she bobbed her head up and down against Henry’s crotch, with Henry doing his damnedest not to reach his climax too soon. An exercise in futility. If he could stay buried between her soft, warm, wet, welcoming lips forever, he would.
As it stood, he had to stop himself from thrusting down Saratoga’s throat while he kept a hand on her head, his other hand squeezing a fist while his breathing grew ragged quickly.
“S-Sara,” he warned. “I…I’m gonna—!”
Pop!
Henry’s eyes widened in surprise as Saratoga stopped her sucking, looking up at him with a mischievous expression plastered on her face. She looked like she was about to start giggling at any moment. Was this another one of her pranks?
“No way I’m gonna let you blast your load this soon~” she taunted. “Get on the bed, Henny! We’re just getting started~!”
“W-Wha—?”
“Come on, come on! I wanna show you what I can do!”
Before he knew it, Henry was lying supine on Saratoga’s enormous bed, and she was crawling up toward him like an apex predator stalking its prey of choice. She leered at him hungrily—or perhaps it was more apt to say that she was staring hungrily at his rigid cock.
She crawled up his body to kiss him again, and he pulled down at her clothing to free her from how suddenly stifling they were. Everything had to go—and article by article, Saratoga ended up stark naked and appearing unto Henry not unlike the goddess she always was to him.
On stage, she was utterly radiant. Here and now, and with no clothing, she seemed even more vibrant and heavenly than usual. One might wonder why she was so anxious to be free of all that clothing, but then Henry remembered what she had confided in him.
Even though I’m one of the Eagle Union vets, I’m nowhere near as big or sexy as the other girls…
That was what she told him, and he still couldn’t believe it.
“Don’t be shy,” he told her, running his hands up her petite hips and her creamy thighs. “I think you’re beautiful, Sara… I wouldn’t want you any other way…”
Saratoga’s smile dropped at that. She looked meek all of a sudden. Demure in a way she hadn’t seemed prior. Just as quickly, however, she went back to normal, and she shook her head with a rueful smile playing at her lips.
“How romantic,” she teased. “Don’t worry, Henny… I’m gonna help the both of us feel fantastic… just you, ngh, wait…”
She positioned herself so that her soaking wet pussy was bumping up against the tip of his cock, and she wiggled her hip as he slowly but surely sank inside of her.
“Oh, God…!”
Henry groaned with pleasure as he squeezed Saratoga’s hips. This was a pleasure unlike anything else; he could hardly believe how hot, wet, and tight she was on the inside. As his cock plunged into Saratoga’s warm and sodden pussy, she arched her back with a lustful groan escaping her, and she put her hands on his chest for leverage.
“Hah… nngh… Hennyyyy…” Saratoga moaned, her pussy clenching around his hard as she rode him. “Nngh… hah… you’re… s-so big, Henny… so big…! You’ve been, nngh, hiding this from me all this time? Haha~ shame on you, Hennyyyy~!”
Henry could hardly think straight. This pleasure was even more outstanding than that of Saratoga’s mouth, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he blasted off inside her.
Until then, however, Saratoga gyrated her hips and rode him like her life depended on it! Given that he was a virgin, it was a minor miracle that Henry had even lasted as long as he did.
“Come on,” Saratoga moaned, bouncing her butt up and down over Henry’s lap, feeling the tip of his thick dick bury itself deeper and deeper against her core. Her own pleasure was ramping up, and she never once stopped bouncing on Henry’s shaft while she rode him to completion. “Cum inside me, Henny, baby… cum in me~ cum, cum, cum!!”
Henry grunted and groaned as he finally let himself go, squeezing Saratoga’s hips as he came inside her at last. It was a remarkable explosion of ecstasy—one that left him weak in the knees as he let himself go; as he plastered the inside of Saratoga’s pussy with his hot and gooey load of cum, practically painting the inside of her snatch stark white with his load.
Saratoga screamed with pleasure as Henry came inside her for the first time. As she expected, it was a climax that was a long time coming; the sheer volume he’d blasted inside of her was well worth the wait, even if they would make up for all that lost time.
She moaned and mewled lustfully as she came on top of his dick, feeling his shaft pulse and burst inside of her body, just as she could savor the feeling of Henry’s cum being packed deep inside her sex.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Yes, Henny, yes! It feels s-so good! It feels amazing! Mmm, I love the way you cum inside me; I love how good it feels! I never want to lose this feeling, Henny!!”
Henry certainly never wanted to lose this feeling, either. There was a wide smile plastered on his face, and he was riding a high he didn’t think he could ever come down from. That he and Saratoga had reached this level of intimacy… it was something he never expected in his wildest dreams—and if he was dreaming, then he sure as hell never wanted to wake up.
Fortunately for both lovers, this was far from a dream. Saratoga kept her palms pressed against Henry’s chest as she wiggled her hips on top of him, essentially stirring herself up and groaning at the faint wet sounds that echoed out from between their connected bodies; the quiet squelching sounds of passionate lovers come together at last.
But Saratoga wasn’t finished with Henry. Not by a long shot.
It was to his surprise that Saratoga simply stood up from him and freed herself from the splendor of his cock, prompting another horny moan to escape from those soft lips of hers. She looked between her sodden thighs and saw that she was oozing her new lover’s cum, and the sight was enough to make her bite her lip with anticipation for more.
“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you, Henny!” Saratoga giggled. “I know another fun thing we can do… are you ready to see it? Do you think you’re ready~?”
Henry nodded so quickly that he thought his head might snap off. At any rate, Saratoga loved his enthusiasm, and she got on her hands and knees to start the second phase of their lovemaking session. Henry, who reached out and cupped Saratoga’s ass with both hands, could never deny that he’d been fantasizing about something like this for a long, long time. He couldn’t believe that one of his greatest wishes was finally coming true.
“Come here, Henny, Henny!” Saratoga called him teasingly, like she was beckoning for a pet to approach her. Henry couldn’t help but smirk as he mustered up the courage to slap Saratoga’s ass for that, causing her to squeak with delight.
“Hey now! How daring of you!” she giggled.
“Y-You started it,” Henry muttered.
“And now you’re gonna end it,” said Saratoga, “by spearing me with that massive weapon of yours, right, Henny?”
Henry couldn’t stop himself from doing just that. With one hand on Saratoga’s ass and another hand wrapped around his dick, he pushed himself inside of her for the second time that night, and he groaned from the sensation that came with penetrating her so thoroughly.
She’d taken his virginity—that much was true. The rest he could extrapolate on; do as he was told when he wasn’t mimicking whatever he’d read about in stories or watched online. So long as Saratoga was experiencing genuine pleasure, then Henry would do it.
At present, that meant thrusting from behind and squeezing Saratoga’s ass while he rutted against her, groping that rear end of hers and grunting like a beast as his balls slapped against her ass crack. He could look down and watch himself take her, and the sight alone was enough to bring him to orgasm.
Well, almost. He couldn’t cum too quickly now. Steeling himself, Henry grunted, and his eyes were full of lust and ardor as he took his beloved Saratoga from behind, on his knees between her spread thighs like this. He even risked pulling her hair, and was elated to see just how much she loved it. Her hair was a lot longer without her twin tails, and so her messy locks made for excellent leverage while he pounded her from behind.
Meanwhile, Saratoga seemed to have the time of her life.
It certainly sounded that way, on account of all her moaning and groaning; her quiet curses and the way she steadied herself against Henry, meeting his thrusts halfway like she couldn’t wait to be filled with his cock again and again. She arched her back from the pleasure of being taken like this; of feeling Henry’s cock pound into her over and over again, to say nothing of how amazing it felt to have the man’s hands on her body, squeezing her thighs or fondling her ass while he fucked her. It was a feeling that Saratoga hadn’t ever felt before.
He made her feel like a real woman, and she never wanted to lose him.
“Don’t stop,” she begged him seriously. “Don’t stop, Henny… don’t stop, please! Nngh, it feels s-so good, Henny! Your cock feels so g-good, I c-can’t believe it!”
She clenched around his cock as her chest heaved from the force of her heavy breathing, already working up a bit of a sweat from their coitus like she couldn’t withstand him for very long. It was amusing to consider that even a veteran shipgirl of her prowess was helpless beneath Henry’s vim and vigor. His thick, warm, filling vigor…
“Squeeze my butt some more!” Saratoga begged. “And maybe spank it… a little?” she chanced. Henry was all too happy to do as he told her. He grunted and growled with pleasure as he heeded Saratoga’s instruction, panting quietly as he groped her backside and spanked her ass with his open palm, letting the slap echo out in the space between them.
Even that, however, wasn’t enough for her.
She wanted more.
She needed more.
“P-Pull my hair again!” she exclaimed, turning her head to give him a fiery, ecstatic stare. “Pull my hair—nice and hard!”
Henry did just that, relishing the sound of clapping Saratoga’s cheeks like this while she crooned from having her hair yanked. He hadn’t realized she would be so enamored with this, but it was all the sweeter that he enjoyed the sense of control; the sense of leverage over one such as her.
The sheer carnality of their lovemaking has Saratoga trembling beneath him, like her body could barely withstand the euphoria of being used like this. It didn’t take long at all before she reached her climax before him this time, deepening the arch in her back as she screamed his name and spilled over the edge, soaking the bedsheets and the pillows beneath her.
“Henry!” she cried. “HENRY, YES!! OH, YES!!”
“SARA—!!” Henry came along with her, pushed over the edge by the feeling of her hot, wet pussy clenching around his twitching, seizing shaft like it was. She drenched her inner thighs and Henry’s crotch with her glistening girlcum; the juices that spilled forth from her sweet, burning loins. Meanwhile, Henry burst inside his lover for the second time that night, stuffing that tight little pussy of hers with his gooey load of cum, unloading another torrent of thick jism deep within his beloved Sara.
“Fuck—!” Henry cursed, squeezing Saratoga’s ass again and relishing the way the flesh gave beneath his probing fingertips. “Sara, fuck!”
“Yes, Henry, yes! Let it all out! Paint my insides with your c-cum!” she cried, coming undone beneath him as he did just treat.
Suddenly, collapse. It was like all the air had been knocked out of them at once, and Saratoga was reduced to a giggling fit just a few minutes after they came to.
Henry dragged his wet and messy cock out of Saratoga’s well-fucked pussy, and his eyes widened at the sheer mess that oozed from her snatch. It was like he’d been plugging her right up, and the realization left him reeling.
“You’re a real animal, huh?” Saratoga teased. “And for such a gentle guy, too! When you get really into it, you get really into it!”
Then she laughed again when Henry covered his face with embarrassment, pecking him on the cheek with her soft lips as he withstood more of her teasing.
“That’s just another thing I love about you,” she said sweetly and seriously. “Oh, Henny…!”
* * *
Midnight at the San Diego Naval base meant there was little else for the duo to do except go straight to Saratoga’s room. Even late at night, however, there were quite a few people—and shipgirls—who were going about their business. Burning the midnight oil, same as it ever was.
“Oh my God,” Henry whispered quietly.
“Hmm?” Saratoga smiled sweetly even as she squeezed his arm amid their walk. To anyone else, it was impossible not to assume the obvious—that Saratoga and this civilian were an item. “What’s wrong, Henny?”
But Henry simply cringed in response as he noticed Enterprise’s double-take.
The esteemed USS Enterprise watched in silence as the duo crossed her way, eventually slipping into Saratoga’s dorm room to continue their fun and games. And continue they did.
“Th-That was Enterprise…!” Henry exclaimed.
“Uh huh!” Saratoga giggled as she brought her lover straight to her bed. In her eyes, the night was still young, and so were they. “Don’t worry, Henny. Don’t worry about work, or any of the other girls. Just keep your eyes on me all night… and I promise everything is gonna work out~!”
When she said it so confidently like that…
…well, how could Henry ever think otherwise?
He pressed his lips against her own as they sank into the mattress together, and their ecstasy echoed off the walls until serene silence ensnared them.
* * *
Evening passed, and morning followed, and Henry was alone.
Well… that wasn’t explicitly true.
It was true that Saratoga had gone to work and told Henry to stay put, but the civilian wasn’t quite all by himself. If Saratoga saw the look of fear that crossed his countenance as soon as Base Commander Ryuuko stepped into the room, she would have giggled herself to death at the sight. He never felt more thankful to have just put on his clothes, and if Commander Ryuuko noticed something off about the state of the room, or indeed the state of Henry, then it went completely unmentioned. In fact, Commander Ryuuko had something far more important to speak about.
The first thing that caught Henry off guard was just how…
…polite Ryuuko seemed to be. Despite the air of elegance and esteem that radiated from the Commander’s gaze, which reminded Henry of the eyes of a dragon, Ryuuko was soft-spoken despite her straightforwardness. She harbored no ill will toward the civilian in her presence, and she spoke with the level of respect that was expected of her.
The Commander’s friendliness, however, was only part of the surprise.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” said Commander Ryuuko. “The Muse System is one of our base’s newest experiments, and we need all the help we can get. I’d hardly mentioned the need for a talented producer before Saratoga mentioned your name.”
Then she smiled. It was the most patient, most understanding smile in the world.
“…Saratoga talks about you quite a lot, honestly. I value her opinion quite a bit, given her position aboard. She is one of the greatest carriers in the world, and… well, frankly, if she can’t stop saying your name, I have to assume that you would be a great fit here. As a producer, not a civilian; the work will be extraordinary, and the pay will match. Can I assume that you—?”
“I’ll do it!” Henry blurted.
“…okay. I was honestly expecting you to think it over for a little while, but I’m happy to have someone headstrong as part of the team,” she said, chuckling.
But for Henry, this was something that needed no further thought. If he could shed his status as a mere civilian, that was one thing…
…but to spend his time—and his life—here, with Saratoga? And in the presence of the esteemed Commander?
He could hardly wait to get started.
* * * * *
THE END
~ American Idol ~
Cast:
Henry Li – Megumi Ogata
USS Saratoga – Sumire Uesaka
Ryuuko Yukimura – Nana Mizuki