Epic Sex Stories

The First Space Orgy

CHAPTER 1

The year 2030

James Johnson presented himself to the stunning hostess at The Floating Palace, one of the most expensive restaurants in Manhattan, who informed him that his guest had already been seated. Surprised that she had not waited for him, James quickly crossed the restaurant to see his beloved drinking the second half of an expensive champagne.

Every table had seats attached, and together they hovered and slowly rotated several inches over the floor, giving off a low humming vibration that guests found soothing. They reminded James of round bumper boats that rammed each other in giant pools at mini golf courses. It always surprised James how many people enjoyed eating while floating, and were willing to pay several times a conventional meal for the privilege.

Over everyone’s heads rotated a 3D hologram of our solar system. Every time astronomers found another tiny moon orbiting one of the gas giants, the restaurant updated its software to keep their image accurate. They bragged that they were the only restaurant in the world that employed a full time astronomer. Worlds larger than Pluto floated slowly near the walls while the Sun dominated the middle of the dining room. Thousands of tiny reflectors on the walls represented the Oort Cloud. The one kilometer wide asteroid expected to strike Earth in 127 years ominously flashed red as Jupiter’s gravity well flung it past Mars.

As always, James stopped below Earth to admire the Ganymed Space Port — the asteroid that the Space Future Corporation re-orbited around the planet. Its highly elliptical orbit swung several thousand kilometers from Earth, then made its way halfway to the Moon. The mag-lev catapult they were building on its surface would soon fling people and millions of tons of cargo to Mars, Mercury, and the Moon. The sight of this miracle hardened his cock like a billion bucks.

'Pristina!' he said with a giant smile, giving the gorgeous blonde a big kiss before carefully climbing onto the cushioned bench across from her. An artificial candle, secured to the middle of their table for two, changed colors every few seconds.

'Hello, James,' she said simply.

'What's wrong, sweetheart? Your text said we needed to talk.'

'Oh, nothing. Everything.' She would not make eye contact with him.

'Honey, I will soon be your husband, so you can tell me anything.'

Pristina downed her glass and poured another. 'I can't go through with it.'

'The honeymoon on Ganymed?' Quivering in fear, his voice flew an octave higher. 'But, darling, those tickets are non-refundable.'

'I tried to tell you before: I can't go into space. I get sick on Space Mountain, so how the hell am I going to orbit one thousand miles above Earth?'

'It's kilometers, sweetie, not miles, and those non-refundable tickets cost $1 million. Each. And that's after my discount for being an early investor.'

'I told you I can't go!' she yelled, startling the guests. 'So stop pressuring me.'

James held out his hands. 'All right. Calm down. We'll think of something.'

'Stop telling me to calm down!' She jumped off her seat so abruptly that her flawless tits bounced heavenly under her sheer red gown. 'Going into space is a dream for you, but a nightmare for me.' She pulled off her massive engagement ring and threw it on the table. 'I'm sorry, James, but I cannot marry you. We just want very different things.'

Her outburst drew every eye and ear in the enormous room. Everyone, of course, recognized Pristina from the society pages. She got more press than Lindsey Lohan on her millionth drug scandal. Waiters stopped in their tracks to give them hard looks. James noticed the manager stop in mid-conversation with Senator Franklin to study the situation.

James never felt more embarrassed in his life. Pristina had the looks of a supermodel, but the temperament of a spoiled rich girl who couldn’t understand why she couldn’t always get what she wanted. He hoped the manager didn’t ban him from his favorite restaurant.

Pristina flung her hair back and left, gathering her dignity as she went. On her way, however, she halted in mid-stride to glare at another customer, before storming off.

Stunned, James could only stare at her back in horror until she disappeared. But then he locked eyes with a beautiful brunette across the way.

'Gina?' he asked, astonished that she was already here. Even after twenty years, she stood out in a crowd. He had a crush on her ever since high school. Every eye in the restaurant now turned to her, making her blush. She wanted nothing more than to disappear under the tablecloth. 'Holy crap! Hi. How are you?'

The head waiter growled at his attempt to talk across four tables.

'Oh, sure.' James gestured to Gina, 'can I join you?'

The lady looked frozen, but her daughter waved him over as if it was totally normal. She seemed to enjoy his embarrassment. Eager to end the public scrutiny, James grabbed the champagne bottle and hopped over, sizing up the daughter. Geez, they looked like sisters. He sat down in their booth and scooted over to minimize his visibility.

'Thank you for saving me. That was so humiliating,” he said to the girl while pouring her some bubbly. “I'm James Johnson.'

“Jasmine. Nice to meet you, James. How do you know my mom?”

“We went to high school together. I actually played football with your dad. Together we broke a few school records. You probably don’t remember me since it’s been three years, but I attended his funeral.”

Jasmine studied his face as her mother grew uneasy. “Oh, yeah! You’re the guy who insisted on dropping a football in his grave.”

James nodded. “When we won the state championship, everyone on the team signed the football and gave it to me as the team captain. But your dad also wanted it because he scored the winning touchdown, so I promised I’d give it to him one day. The funeral was the first time I’d seen him since high school. I felt bad that I didn’t give it to him earlier.”

“Dad was pretty proud of his football years.”

“We made a pretty good team. I could throw and he could catch. Your mom was our best cheerleader before she got pregnant.”

Gina cut in. “I was the best damn cheerleader after the birth, too. And at least I didn’t drop out of school like other sixteen year old girls.”

Jasmine remembered something. “Wait! If you were the football captain, then you and mom were voted prom king and queen!”

James blushed. “Yeah, that didn’t go over well with your dad. I didn’t even want to be nominated, but we just won the championship, and people were pretty juiced.”

“Did the king and queen get any royal action?” Jasmine joked, making sexual gestures with her hands.

“Jasmine!” her mother scolded her.

Surprised at their strong reactions to her weak joke, the girl studied their faces. “No fucking way! I was just kidding. You guys got it on? Dad must have flipped.”

They both shrank in their seats. The girl could read between lines like a book. Usually women couldn’t understand him no matter how slowly he yelled. Just the other day, Pristina asked him in a bewildered voice: “No?

Вы читаете The First Space Orgy
Добавить отзыв
ВСЕ ОТЗЫВЫ О КНИГЕ В ИЗБРАННОЕ

0

Вы можете отметить интересные вам фрагменты текста, которые будут доступны по уникальной ссылке в адресной строке браузера.

Отметить Добавить цитату