My whole body trembles with the orgasm coursing through me, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going, and I keep coming. I close my eyes and scream out his name, “My Commander, Yes.” If he wasn’t holding me tightly by the back of one of my thighs, I’d fall over. I’m shaking so much.

“Yes, my wife, let me pleasure you,” he says as I come again.

He has me coming again and again. All I can hear is my heartbeat thumping in my ears, and it’s impossible to open my eyes. It feels so good. I could die right now. And I have dirty thoughts about the doctor and sickbay monitoring my heart rate, which must be off the charts right now. There’s no question that the doctor knows his commander is pleasuring his new wife.

Finally, when my body has no more orgasms left, I relax against him; he still strokes me gently up and down my thighs as he did, to begin with. Then he stands up and pulls me against him, his hand in my hair, gently forcing my gaze up. “Are you ready to go further?” he asks.

“Yes, but I’ve never been with anyone but a human male,” I admit. I can see on his face that I might have said something wrong, but I don’t ask or say anything else. This is the truth.

After a few seconds, he says, “So, no one touched you on the farm.”

“No,” I reply. “There were a few customers, but they liked the other purple-colored alien females. No one ever asked for me.” Now I wish I wouldn’t have said anything because I have completely ruined the mood, and I think that’s why he gave me that look.

“Well, the purple aliens have two vaginas and would have been cheaper than a Water person,” he explains. “And you are so much more delicate.”

“I see,” I say. “Do Silver females have two vaginas?”

He looks at me with surprise. “I’m glad you stopped this. I just realized you need an anatomy lesson today.”

I frown and pull him closer to me. “Can we do it after I get some practical experience?”

He gives me a squeeze. “Absolutely not. I just remembered something as well, and I do not want you to be surprised, so we will shower, get dressed, have lunch with the officers, and then have an anatomy lesson.”

“You’re sure?” I ask in my most seductive voice.

I can tell from his erect penises and the darkness of his eyes he wants to have sex, but he says, “I am sure.”

He begins taking off his clothing, but I come closer to him and take over. “I’m just doing my job now, Commander.”

He lets me strip him, and then we get into the shower. His bathroom is much nicer than mine, and I struggle to find the appropriate soap, but I don’t get flustered because, as he has always been, he allows me time to figure it out without telling me. At first, I interpreted this patience as frustration with me or his unwillingness to tell me the answer. However, as I have gotten to know him, I realize this is his way of teaching me, and I can’t help but wonder if it will be the same when we finally do have sex. If I will have to spend time trying to figure it out. I’m sure my cheeks are red with embarrassment at the thought.