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Ch 27, SSex: Space Sex

Heading up the stairs with his hand in Bri's, Logan continued to mull over the invitation in his head time and time again-- at least as many times as steps they took up the staircase. She wasted no time in bringing him into her room and the moment she turned around, grabbed hold of the front of his tunic and pressed her lips to his he lost every bit of doubt that had been in his mind: she had invited him to her room for sex.

The move surprised him enough that he hesitated for a second-- it wasn't that he wasn't interested since he, in fact, very much was, but things were happening so quickly! Despite his best interest to play it off smoothly, Bri took notice. Slowly releasing his tunic, her features softened with hesitant concern. "Are you alright?"

Offering his best attempt at a reassuring smile, Logan couldn't help but feel that it probably came across as a little sheepish. "I... yeah-- yeah yeah yeah... I'm fine... it's... just... I haven't done this in... awhile."

Bri's cheeks reddend slightly as she moved to sit down on her bed and patted the mattress beside her. "It's okay, Logan. We can move at whatever speed you're comfortable. To be honest, I haven't really been interested in anything like this since-- well... you already know about THAT so I don't need to bring it up again. Needless to say: yeah... it's been a few years for me."

Logan laughed at her obvious reference, but also in pre-response to what was about to make it out of his mouth. "Oh... well I think I have you beat by a few centuries."

The two shared a chuckle and the young man slowly slid an arm around her back as she leaned against his shoulder. It felt being close to someone, and he reveled in her touch as her hand gently slipped into the front of his tunic and her fingers lazily slid across his chest. Smiling, he looked down at her as she looked back up at him and, for a second time that night their lips met again; it was much calmer, much softer, and, in Logan's mind, it felt much more right.

He wasn't sure if she or he was the one to initate them laying back onto the bed but, before long, her hands were caressing him and his were doing the same. He felt the soft-but firm flesh beneath her blouse as he gently cupped her breasts, lips grazing against hers as their warm breaths mingled. Laying on her side, she was able to prop herself up with her left elbow even as her left hand ran fingers through his hair, her right hand wrapped around his waist to grip his butt and pull him even closer. He shivered when he felt his erection wedged between his breeches and his pelvic bone as her body pressed against his.

She smiled as she broke the kiss. "Cobwebs coming off?"

He regretted his unflattering giggle at the statement but felt immediate relief when she let out one of her own. From there, she began to unbutton his traveling belt while he unbuttoned her blouse. From there, she shucked her top and he reached down to whip his belt free, tossing it to the floor. Sitting up again, Bri helped him pull his tunic up to get it over his head, but Logan paused when the unlaced top caught under his chin. "Wait... I...."

He ended up with the clothing wrapped around his head and his arms, stuck inside it with all the surety of as if he'd done it on purpose... which definitely would have made the situation much less embarrassing. Bri giggled again, her hands rubbing all over his exposed abdomen before Logan felt her lips kiss the center of his chest, and she chided "Looks like someone failed his skill check."

Logan would very much liked to have come up with a witty retort and likely would have (at least he convinced himself that he would have) but he lost the opportunity as his mind went immediately blank when he felt Bri's fingers slip down into the loosened top of his leggings and his entire body went rigid when her gentle touch encircled his hard flesh. "Hhhhoooooo fuck!"

Bri kissed his chest again, slowly pushing him back until he was laying once again. "That good, huh?"

The young man didn't have a chance to answer as he felt his companion climb atop him, her body pressing close as her hand, wedged between them, started stroking his eager erection. Continuing to try to squirm out of his tunic, he could only gasp and moan as she moved atop him and, just as he finally managed to pull one arm and then his head free from his top, he felt the opening of her warm sex caress the tip of his member.

Looking up at her in the candlelight, he bathed in the most beautiful sight he could recall ever having seen; completely naked, her skin was backlit by the light, signs of goosebumps on her arms accentuated by the flickering candles on the desk in the corner of the room. Biting her lower lip, a few loose strands of hair hanging over her face, her voice came out in a soft, sultry tone as she asked simply "Ready?"

Mouth suddenly dry, Logan simply nodded, his finally-free hands moving to her thighs, caressing them as she manipulated his erection, adjusting its angle as she rose up and then slowly lowered herself down on it. The young man tensed again as he felt her labia open up around him and then he lost complete track as her tight, silky warmth enveloped him. He found himself moaning again, but his voice was not the only one to break the silence, and Bri lowered herself further, one hand on his chest as she sank down until their hips met.

Despite being in-the-moment, Logan's limited past experience with sex invaded his thoughts. He had been so self-conscious, wondering if he was doing things right, worried that he might finish before his then-girlfriend would be satisfied. He wasn't sure if the sounds she was making were genuine or if she was just acting the part for his benefit. The present, however, quickly dispelled that self reflection, incinerating it all the moment Bri's lips touched his. In the past, Logan had been so focused on what he was doing but it was all different; his partner was taking care of him-- taking care of EVERYTHING, and he definitely didn't find himself minding in the least.

There was something to Bri's movements almost as if she knew exactly what he wanted and what his body needed. He ultimately found himself gripping her thighs harder, moving his hips to thrust upward every time her cycle of movements hit a certain point where-- and again any coherent, logical analysis melted away as she changed things up and continued to blow his mind. He started to worry that she was doing it all for him; how could she be so perfectly filling his needs without any regard for her own-- and, once again, she forced him to rethink thinking at all as she cried out, her insides spasming around him as her juices began to leak out between their joined sexes.

Logan was astounded. "Did... did you just...?"

Biting her lip anew, Bri looked down at him, her cheeks flush, pupils large as she timidly nodded her head. Her voice came out a warbling whimper. "Mmmm-hmmmm..."

He would have felt plenty of pride in that, if not for the fact that he'd barely contributed other than being there. Resolving in that moment to make up for it, Logan pushed off the mattress, carrying Bri with him as he rolled over so he could be on top. Despite having already committed to changing position, he paused. "Is... this alright?"

Bri nodded eagerly, and wrapped her legs around him as an additional level of confirmation. Logan took that as a good sign, and took over the effort of their coupling. It was so different from his last sexual encounters-- he finally stopped second guessing; he finally stopped doubting; he finally went with it... and it was wonderful... especially when, not long later, Bri repeated that sound anew, and Logan felt like he could finally take credit. A more pressing matter interrupted that thought, however, as the rhythmic heat of his partner's orgasm finally highlighted his own pending release.

The last time he was in a position he'd had a condom; it was an entirely different and new experience for him without one but, just like all of the other logical thoughts in his mind, that one too was quickly dispelled as his release jumped upon him like a starving predator. "Oooooooh fffffuck!"

The entire world turned upside down for him and his head swam at the power of his ejaculation, hips locked with Bri's even as her body shook and her voice warbled from her second release. Her arms and legs were holding him and, after his exclamation he pressed his lips to hers as he felt each and every surging jet of his ejaculation bring with it a euphoria he could not recall ever having experienced... not even with his prior flings, but he didn't dwell on it-- the present was so much more worth his attention.

Logan wasn't sure how long they remained entwined but, eventually, sweaty and panting, they disengaged, both collapsing back onto the bed; her hand was still entwined with his. The young man took severel deep breaths, gazing at the ceiling. In the past he'd often worried what the 'right thing' was to do after sex but, in that moment, he was just content to lay there... and give Bri's hand a little squeeze. He smiled when she squeezed back.

Several minutes must have passed with no specific thoughts going through Logan's head before his companion rolled onto her side, moving to rest her head against his chest. He could hear a hint of humor in her voice. "This was my first time, you know."

Logan found himself laughing, and immediately felt bad about it, but still couldn't help himself. As soon as he could reel the levity in, however, he quickly followed it up with a question to reassure himself. "You're kidding... obviously.... right? Earlier you said--"

"I mean this Corpus, silly." Snickering, Bri ran her fingers through his sparse chest hair-- like Logan, Nagol did not have a lot of body hair. She craned her neck and kissed his cheek before slowly sitting up. "I've never been with anyone as Hanna."

Smacking himself for his pedantic concern, Logan sat up as well. "Oh... well... yeah... I guess it's mine-- er... Nagol's first time too."

Standing, Bri retrieved a bathrobe from where it lay across an armchair and donned it. Her chiding didn't relent. "Considering this is your first visit to Ozar's Realm, I suppose I'll take your word for it."

The two locked eyes again, the seriousness in Hanna's gaze slowly giving way to mirth, and the two of them broke down into laughter again. She returned to the bed and settled down into Logan's arms again. Logan's second girlfriend had been a bit of a snuggler, but he'd always found her desperate attempts to hold onto him at all chances to eventually grow tiresome; in the moment, he wondered that he found holding Hanna in his arms was far less of a chore. Throwing that comparison aside, he simply enjoyed the moment.

* * * * *

Logan awoke in Hanna's room, gazing at the ceiling. No sooner were his eyes open than he heard her voice. "Morning.... today's the day."

He turned to regard her, smiling when he saw how messy her hair was, but he avoided calling attention to it; he found it amazing how beautiful she looked in her imperfect moment. "I really didn't know what to expect when I came here..."

She leaned forward and kissed him. "And?"

He kissed her back. "I was pleasantly surprised. In all honesty, I enjoyed everything... and I think you were probably a big part of that."

Bri rolled over onto him, and then over him so that she could get up off of the bed on his side. "I can't remember the last time I enjoyed playing as Hanna so much... and that was BEFORE the sex."

Sitting up, Logan chuckled. "I'm not sure I can take all the credit... That was probably all Nagol. I put a lot of points in Strength and Constitution, you know."

His companion rolled her eyes, but the smirk on her lips told him that she at least appreciated his attempt at humor. "Well... whether you're Nagol or Logan, I'm glad that I met you, and I hope to see you again soon."

Realizing that his implant was subtly warning him that he had less than thirty minutes until his scheduled Iactis, Logan nevertheless took an extra minute to stand and embrace Bri, pulling her to him as he closed his eyes, attempting to remember the moment with all of his being. He couldn't recall the last time he felt so close to someone, or how being close to someone felt so good.

Logan gave her one more gentle squeeze before he disengaged and began recovering his discarded clothing. "I like the idea of seeing you again too, Bri."

A moment later he received a proper Friend request, only it was account wide. Her robe back on, she stated "I hope you realize that you are one of very few people who I have on my Account Friend list, Logan."

He accepted the invite and winked. "Well, you should be double honored since you're the ONLY one on mine."

They shared the final laugh of his trip.

* * * * *

It had taken hours for Logan to get used to the Corpus he used on Ozazr's Realm but it was barely a handful of minutes after Iactis that he was suitably reacquainted with his Lunar Spire Corpus-- what he still couldn't get over thinking of as his body. TIBOR was there when he opened his eyes, surrounded again by the familiar rooms, corridors, and hallways of what he'd come to understand was his new home. Once he was settled into his Corpus he returned to his res hab to settle back into what was his life.

The memories of his time in Ozar's Realm were still fresh in his mind but, more than that, was the recollection of his return Iactis-- the difference between it and his trip to Ozar's Realm had been night-and-day. Perhaps it was the fact that he had first gone to a foreign Corpus and the second time was a return to his more familiar one; alternatively, perhaps it was simply the fact that he'd already experienced it and so it wasn't as jarring as his first time. Logan was happy enough to chalk it up to that second option. The young man was pleased with his insight to record his memory of the event so he could replay it multiple times; it really HAD helped him!

Logan hadn't considered messing with his memory settings to record the second Iactis, having been more focused on his night with Bri, and the prospect of returning to the Lunar Spire, but he resolved not to worry about that since the first recording had more than done its job in readying him for future travel... at least, presuming that the ease of his second experience was any indication. Smiling to himself, Logan eased into his armchair in the replica of the basement in his parents' house, and let out a content sigh.

He truly had enjoyed his trip to Ozar's Realm, and for more than just the adventure (which was nice) or his private time with Bri (which was VERY nice). The more he was willing to admit it to himself, Logan was proud that he'd overcome his anxiety over facing new things, and was pleased that he had been able to come up with a way to familize himself with Iactis after going through it the first time. Taking a moment to consider that, Logan came up with an idea: why should he be the only one to benefit from the experience?

The young man thought back to the discussions he'd had with many of his acquaintances regarding sim vids and sharing memories. With the assistance of his implant, Logan bundled up the saved file and started the upload to his social media account. He didn't realize quite how data heavy the file was when his implant informed him that it would take about 4 minutes to post but he rationalized that memories including all five senses and real-time thoughts wouldn't be a simple thing. Smiling to himself, he left the file to upload and looked to other parts of his social media before extending a message to Star.

He kept it simple: "I'm back!"

Rather than respond via messaging, she apparently preferred to do it by voice and he responded to her call. She spoke before he could. "So... how was it?"

Smiling to himself, Logan answered succinctly. "It was good. Real good."

Her voice was full of smiles. "I'm happy to hear that. Almost everyone has a great time at Ozar's Realm. I'm glad you kept with the majority."

Star's follow up laugh was infectious and Logan found himself chuckling too. "Well, I really had a great time. I ended up running into Noah Doge and we adventured together a little, and I even made friends with one of the people who work there-- she wasn't working when I was there and she joined our group for a few adventures."

His niece giggled. "Well, that is good to know."

There was something about her tone that made Logan suspect something. He might not have called her on it before his visit to Ozar's Realm, but he felt much more forward after the experience so he didn't hold back. "You already know all about this... don't you?"

Her tone was both chiding and conciliatory. "Ozar and I go waaaaay back, as I'm sure he told you. He promised to keep an eye on you."

He had enjoyed himself too much to be entirely angry. In the end, he realized that it was just Star being the worried family member; considering how long she'd been without any, the young man resolved to be at least a little understanding. "Yeah... I get it. Everyone there DID seem to know that you were my niece."

She quickly moved on. "So... you think you'll be going back at some point?"

Logan laughed. "You kidding? That was the most amazing vacation I ever had. Of COURSE I'll go back... just... maybe... a little less spying, please?"

Her laugh returned. "Okay... okay. I promise. Just let me know when you want to return and I'll make it happen."

The young man walked back his excitement just a little. "Not right away, but soon, maybe. I've heard so much about Transhumanity maybe I should consider exploring a little... experience more of it?"

He could almost feel her smile. "I think that'd be a great idea, Logan."

It was his term to laugh. "Yeah! Adventure awaits, and all that... but, for now, I might just spend a few days here."

Star often came across as pragmatic so Logan wasn't surprised when she shifted gears. "There's something to be said for a staycation too. I don't blame you. When you ARE ready to travel, though, there are dozens upon dozens of worlds to see."

Logan offered a non-committal sound in response, letting the silence hang between them for a few moments before a thought came to his mind. "How hard would it be to visit the Jovian System, for example?"

He received the impression of his niece rolling her eyes through their connection. "About as 'difficult' as anywhere. Iactis is fully functional in over 90% of Habs. I go to the Jovian System once every few months... why?"

The young man aimed for an evasive answer in the hopes that it would placate his niece's curiosity. "Oh-- while I was in Ozar's Realm I heard that Europa has some amazing seafood and I thought it might be kinda cool to see."

Star's impish, chaotic tone returned. "We can head out tomorrow, if you want."

Logan quickly reeled her back in. "No... more relaxation time. Give me a few days to get back into the swing of things. Iactis every day CAN'T possibly be good for you."

Her chuckle was pleasant and relaxed. "It CAN have some slight side effects, but they're all temporary. Still, you're right-- probably not a good idea any more often than about once a week."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks, Star."

His niece send him whatever the equivalent of a mental hug emjoi would be (that was the best way his mind managed to process it, either way). "Alright... well, I'll give you some space. Feel free to join me in the usual VR if you want to chat."

Logan found himself smiling again. "I will, Star. Thanks."

Once they disconnected Logan reclined in his chair, letting out a contented sigh; there was something to be said about how good it felt to be home again and, a split second later, the young man realized that he readily knew he wasn't in his old bedroom and yet he really COULD feel like it was home. His smile lasted for almost three seconds before something else came to his attention, and he faced it with much chagrin: why was it that his Iactis recording STILL uploading?

He explored the situation further, reopening the file transfer only to discover an odd statement from his implant. According to the system, he was streaming? Only once the dozens of social media messages started hitting his feed did Logan manage to put two and two together: although he'd started his memory recording when he left Lunar Spire and went through Iactis, he was so out of sorts upon arriving at Ozar's Realm that he'd never turned the recording off. Logan had uploaded every last second of his Ozar's Realm trip, and everything he'd gone through since his return from Ozar's Realm.

The messages kept coming-- hundreds of comments from people who had been overjoyed that he was sharing more openly on the Lunar Spire social media program. Some people had messaged him more than once, and were continuing to message him, commenting on all the various experiences he had with insights of their own. All of it was incredibly positive and joyous, but the moment the first message came in regarding his time with Bri, Logan exited out of the social media program and began to hyperventilate. He had to deal with it for all of three seconds before his implant stepped in and adjusted his hormone levels, helping him return to a more manageable level of anxiety, but at least he could think clearly.

Logan very quickly went back into his social media account and accessed the uploaded feed (it had stopped streaming the moment he'd closed the program). Addressing the system after identifying his upload, Logan quickly deleted it. He knew that plenty of the residents of the Lunar Spire had seen at least SOME of his upload, but he was confident that he'd caught it before any huge amount of damage had been done. Granted, he understood that 'intimate encounters' were commonly shared among Transhumans, not unlike vacation photos, but he was entirely sure that he wasn't quite ready for that amount of transparency in his own life... much better to have at least a little privacy.

With the issue resolved, Logan let out a long, steadying breath and let the anxiety flow out of him. The disaster was narrowly averted and, in the case of the few people who might have arrived at "that part" of his memory, he was sure he could address that on a case by case basis. With that in mind, he began to consider the options of how to address the rest of his day. The first thought of his was to visit Star but, on the other hand, he realized that he hadn't eaten anything since returning to Lunar Spire and he was confident that he could probably eat. Standing up, Logan went for the kitchen.

There was something decidedly different in the meals he had at Lunar Spire and the ones he'd experienced on Ozar's Realm. He wasn't quite sure why that was-- possibly something to do with the restaurant style service, or perhaps the high fantasy theme, but, either way, the Choco-Bomb cereal he settled for was in no way equal to The Twelve Shannon's pork belly stew or their Venison steak with hunter's spaetzel. Although he was almost done with his food, the young man wondered if perhaps he would be better off visiting one of the Spire's many restaurants, but his thoughts went in a different direction; Noah was contacting him.

Logan picked up. "Oh, hey Noah... you're back from Ozar's Realm too?"

The Dog wasted no time getting into the purpose of him reaching out. "Logan! I can't believe you boned Bri!"

Noah had been one of the people who had managed to access his feed before the recording had been deleted? The young man's brain shut down. "Buh?"

Continuing, his one-time "adventure buddy" laid it all out. He'd heard rumors fast enough but by the time he had logged in and checked on Logan's feed the upload had been taken down. Noah then went to the secondary data repository sites that often back up interest material. Logan interrupted him. "Interesting material?"

The Dog laughed. "Oh, man... don't even get me started! Anyway..."

Noah continued, discussing all of the various hoops he had to jump through and that it had taken him nearly TEN minutes to find a sim vid that was on its third polishing. At that point, Logan interrupted again. "Polishing? What?"

"Oh... that's when a sim vid artist takes a memory rough cut-- that's what YOU uploaded, and they turn it into a curated sim vid experience. God, I'm jealous-- when I last checked you had at least six SVAs working on turning your recording into a masterpiece!"

At that point, Logan's brain was in idle, trying to rationalize that he had sent something out into the Transhuman network, and he was most likely never going to get it back. The most he could do was parrot Noah's last word. "Masterpiece?"

He could tell Noah was wagging despite their communication being audio only. "You Class Ones get all the luck... everyone wants a Sim Vid of your experiences. Logan, you are going to be one hell of a popular guy."

Flopping down into his arm chair, Logan cut the communication, but not before a meek, whimpering "Yay..." escaped him.