A wet dream?

At first you thought the periodic whining was from an overheating thermo-coil, but the humming changed in tone to something less mechanical. You had fallen asleep, the ache in your shoulder from where it was wedged against the fleet issue personal effects locker made it clear that you have been in this position for at least a couple hours but in your groggy condition it took several more seconds before you could discern the source of the odd sounds that had awaken you.

"Mmmggh.....Mmm....Mgmmmgh." The moans of a woman intimately engaged were not unfamiliar to you. The Institiute had safe-search firewalls on all their charges' implants to keep their young students from accessing the less savory aspects of the net, but by the time you were ten you had devised several different proxies that let you bypass the safe-search software. At that age you were more interested in the challenge of hacking the firewall protocols than watching the porno-clips, but you were bright enough to find a way to sell short blocks of unlimited access to some of the older boys for various favors and protection from the constant bullying that you had grown accustomed to. It was not until four years later when puberty hit that your interest in these clips took on a more personal nature.

"Oogghh....mmmooogghh...uugh,ughh,uggh" The nearly naked woman on the bed less than a meter from you had one hand buried in her panties, while the other squeezed at her full breasts; the scene was as hot as any of those porno-clips but was playing out right in front of you in real life instead of through the implant. Chief Engineer Smith had her eyes closed as she jilled at her pussy under the thin layer of her panties, but you saw every inch of her athletic form. "Oh My... Aauughh...Lisa!" The mention of William's name ruined the mood. Nothing like invoking the memory of the now buried companion to kill the excitement that had been causing your cock to stiffen.

Two days ago when you had first climbed through the Gorgon's airlock to the high-pitched piping that announced the arrival of the corvette's commanding officer, you had been overjoyed to find not one but two attractive female crew members under your command. With the breeding licence tucked away in the breast pocket of your uniform you had hoped to find someone you could finally lose your virginity to, but not in your wildest dreams did you expect to have a pair of hard-bodied hotties like this as members of your crew. Smith was the shorter of the pair, a blue-eyed blonde whose curves filled out her uniform nicely; Williams on the other hand had been almost as tall and muscular as you, but there was no mistaking the raw feminine sexuality of that dark-skinned amazon - not that it mattered now.

Another series of moans from the bunk across from you reminded you of your peculiar circumstances. You could announce your presence before the engineer reaches her rapidly approaching orgasm, try to slip away before Smith discovers you, or enjoy the show and let the young woman have this moment of joy before you have to tell her that her lover was now dead.