A larger ship, or one with a more Earth-centric crew, would surely have had more exceptions… but not this one. It wasn’t that she was obsessed abo...t sex, or anything. It really was, in the grand scheme of things, a minor inconvenience. At least she was here, on a starship, exploring the galaxy. It made up for a lot. But still, celibacy hadn’t been on the brochure. After a few months, she had hit upon the obvious solution: the Endeavour had holodecks. It wasn’t really the same thing, but it beat. ” She guided my hand under her shirt. She was wearing no bra! I could feel her stiffening nipple. My heart raced even more. I wanted her!“Let’s have a discussion of what is cheating and what is not.” I said.“Sure. I like debating.”“If I start rubbing along the side of your body ever so gently, like this, well that could happen in a subway.” I was stroking her side, under her clothes. Her skin was so smooth!“Absolutely, certainly not cheating.” She was caressing my chest, running her fingers. I'll wait."I couldn't deny that I wasn't ready to quit painting. I'd been in the studio how long? I glanced at the clock I keep for timing model sessions. It was 10:30 p.m. I'd come into the studio at ten last night after Allison had dismissed me. Dismisssed—she had shoved my clothes into my hands and said "Good night." I grabbed the brushes and palette and returned to the canvas, stepping in front of Rita. I fell back into my painting trance, completely absorbed by my subject. I didn't know if. She reached up behind her neck and unhooked the top of her halter allowing it to fall down to her waist. Alex stood and watched as she shimmied the playsuit down her hips and stepped out of it, leaving it in a soft puddle at her feet.For a long moment, they examined each other. Most of her long hair hung down her back, but some draped across her shoulder and one long curl rested on her breast, almost touching her nipple. He could see the faint tracing of blood vessels on the surface of her full.