Herr Professor

Raynor Schwartz was scandalized.

“No, of course not! She was my student Eric, that would be wrong.”

“Not even once?”

“No.”

Eric Alain looked skeptically at Schwartz. The two had been having breakfast together when Ramona Wagner came up.

“So let me get this straight,” he said, pointing his fork at Schwartz, “you told Tara that you’d only come to Mars if Ramona came too, but purely because she’s a good student?”

“Ja exactly Eric. She is brilliant, and a hard worker. We need her.”

“And you never touched her…”

“Eric, she is my student.”

“Was.”

“Yes, was my student. Ramona was the best in my class, even if she didn’t know it. It’s a privilege to have her with us.”

“Alright then Herr Professor, I believe you,” he sighed, clearly not believing it.

Schwartz was annoyed by the implication. Miss Wagner was indeed beautiful and smart, but he would never touch one of his students, not how Alain was suggesting. Soldiers, he thought, are pigs.

“Hello,” said Min Li cheerfully, sitting down next to Alain.

“Good morning, Min,” he said, smiling.

“Please, call me Li. Nobody um, nobody calls me that unless I’ve done something wrong, and I wouldn’t want the professor to think that” she explained with faux-seriousness. “What are you too talking about so intently?”

“Oh the professor here maintains that he’s never touched Ramona.”

“Oh just admit it Raynor,” she said with a giggle.

“There is nothing to admit, my ethics are sound,” Schwartz insisted indignantly. He watched Li and Alain interact. The way they sat close to each other, the way they didn’t flinch when they accidently made contact, the easy rapport they had together. Schwartz realized they were sleeping together. Ramona Wagner walked through the door from the living quarters and grabbed some food at the buffet table before sitting down next to Schwartz.

“Good morning, everyone,” she said softly. Her long red hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her green jumpsuit clung tightly to her slim body. Beautiful, brilliant, and shy Schwartz thought.

“Sleep well Ramona,” he asked.

“No not yet, this place… At least it gets dark on Mars.”

“Ja it’s tough to adjust to a rhythm with no day to night transition,” he said, nodding sagely. “Even with the room blinds, the human body you see, it is not designed for such a rhythm.”

“It’s not designed for Mars either,” said piped up Alain.

“That is very true, but Mars, well, we can design her,” he said simply. “You see, Mars is full of carbon dioxide! We all know that is what the plants love. My heavy breathing plants will soon spread far and wide and they’ll produce the oxygen we need.”

“Eventually doc,” said Alain, scratching at his stubbly chin. “That’ll take years, generations even.”

“A generation for which we will be the progenitors,” he beamed. The three smiled. He looked at the two pilots. All those scandalous accusations about he and Ramona, but it seemed like they themselves were the ones who were closest. They excused themselves together and headed to their daily workstations.

“Well, I think we should do the same Ramona,” he sighed, collecting up his tray.

“Of course professor,” she said, gathering up her unfished breakfast.

“No no, please, finish your meal. We have nothing but time and the plants, and they are patient. I will see you there.” She smiled. She’s so shy, he thought as he put his plates into the dishwasher. He hoped she would assert herself more as she got more comfortable. He tried not to think about her that way, the way the pilots thought, but she was beautiful. But she was his student, and half his age. Still, her slim body, her lithe figure, her long shimmering red hair, he closed his eyes but there she was in his mind, smiling.

Lyndon Carson was waiting for him at the farm, the name they’d given to the Botany Hall. They’d worked together for a month already, well settled into the routine, yet something was off about Carson. Why was he in charge of this, Schwartz wondered to himself as he watched him work. He was a good man, steady, reliable, but so ambitious, and vain. Schwartz knew that in terms of education, he far outranked Carson. Sure, Carson was an expert in self sustainability, whereas Schwartz and Wagner were both terraformers, but it doesn’t mean Schwartz didn’t know his way around a spinach plant.

“Wagner not awake yet,” asked Carson brusquely.

“She will be here shortly; she was just finishing up breakfast.”

“Good, ‘bout time,” he responded sharply.

“She is a top professional Lyndon, don’t worry about Ramona.”

“You’ll worry about her, right professor,” he retorted with a nasty smirk.

“I am a professional too, I will have you know, and no, like I said to the pilots, I haven’t touched her.”

“Sure sure. Bet you would though, she’s a nice piece of ass.”

“These rumors and insinuations are unbecoming. She is a brilliant professional Mister Carson,” he said sharply. He didn’t like the tone. Carson just rolled his eyes, and before they said anything further, the door opened with a squeak.

“About time Ramona,” commented Carson sourly. She blushed and avoided eye contact with her boss.

“I told her to take her time Lyndon,” said Schwartz.

“And? I’m in charge here, not you.”

“Well, OK then,” Schwartz said simply. Carson stalked off unhappy.

“What is up with that guy,” Schwartz said to Wagner when he was out of earshot. “What an asshole.” She giggled.

“Hey um, professor…” she started quietly.

“Please Ramona, I am no longer your professor, I am just Raynor. We work together now, we are friends, and colleagues.” Wagner smiled warmly.

“I just want to say, prof- Raynor, that I um… Thank you.”

“I told you to take your time Ramona, that he is an arschloch isn’t your fault.”

“No professor, I mean this,” she gestured around her. “I know you vouched for me Raynor… I saw it on my file when I was interviewed by Miss Dayton after arriving here. So I um, thank you.” Schwartz mentally winced. He’d hoped that it wouldn’t reach her ears that he was so enthusiastic about her. He felt suddenly self conscious looking at Ramona’s twinkling blue eyes. He’d put everything on the line to bring her with him, but he never wanted her to know that.

“You earned it by your work Ramona. Don’t thank me, thank your efforts that got you here. You are here because of you, not me, so don’t forget it.”

“Still, professor, thank you.” She hugged him. He breathed in the smell of lavender from her hair. He felt his heart beating in his chest. Was this attraction? Yes, of course, she’s gorgeous, he couldn’t help but feel her breasts pressed against his chest. But it cannot be, he thought. He broke the hug.

“Now then, let us get to work ja? We have some lichen to grow…”

“Oooh exciting!”

The two worked all day in the carbon dioxide lab. Unlike Mars, they had no carbon dioxide atmosphere to test in, so in Greenland, they practiced using a small outbuilding. They wore their Mars suits, practicing picking up the tiniest, most delicate plants with their big ungainly gloves.

“See how she has taken root here,” he said, indicating towards the little plant in the lab.

“Already,” crackled her voice in the intercom, “that’s amazing, this breed, it can go right outside when we arrive then!”

“That is my hope yes, but we shall see. The surface, is colder even than this place.”

They worked for hours before returning together to the main habitat and took off their suits in the airlock. They were sweating heavily from the work, and both went to have showers after their efforts. Space was at a premium in the tiny habitat, and the shower room was not separated by sex. Neither commented on it, but both went to opposite sides of the small change room. Schwartz faced the corner and pulled off his jumpsuit and laid it on the bench next to him. He heard the sound of Wagner unzip her suit and let it fall to the floor behind him. He told himself not to peek.

He peeled off his sweaty singlet and underwear, and hastily wrapped a towel around himself. He heard a shower turn on and the curtains close, and he turned around and walked to his own at the opposite side of the shower row. The shower was warm, but the water pressure was low; water conservation was a constant. As he lathered up, the other shower turned off, and he heard the curtain open. He tried to ignore the sound of Ramona padding softly over to her locker.

“Do not violate her trust, do not look,” he said under his breath, before ignoring his own advice. She was standing by her locker, toweling off. Her tall slim body was flawless, her red hair hung wet around her shoulders. She bent over to dry off her legs, giving him a view of her round muscular ass. He thought about the wet smack it would make if he slapped her ass, and then he shook those thoughts away. It isn’t right to creep on his student he thought. But is she still his student? As he rinsed the soap off himself, he kept thinking that she wasn’t his student now, but a coworker, and a woman. He glanced back up through the crack in the shower curtain.

She was looking at him, still naked. Her red hair hug down across the top of her breasts, partially covering her left. They were small, but perky, with little nipples that stuck out like erasers in the cold air. She was thin and lithe and had a short fiery red stripe of hair leading to her most intimate place. She turned quickly, realizing she’d been caught looking. Schwartz pretended not to notice. She hurriedly got dressed and was gone by the time he was done in the shower.

“I hope she isn’t uncomfortable now,” he said to himself. She was beautiful, but he wasn’t happy about how that had happened. He felt like an old pervert thinking about his former student’s beautiful naked body. “I’m old enough to be her father.” It was technically true, he was 22 when she was born, 26 years ago. He chased the lewd ideas from his mind. She was an expert in her field, and the most naturally gifted botanist he ever met, that was enough for him. He dressed and went to eat dinner.

Dinnertime on the station was a big deal, largely because there wasn’t anything else to do in the evenings. The cooks, the two pilots, made a roast squash with herbs grown on station. It wasn’t Schwartz’s favorite, but it was stomach filler. Wagner sat beside him at dinner, with no trace of the awkwardness from earlier. The meal was more spartan than usual. The booze had run out pretty quickly, and the stuff Carson was brewing wasn’t ready, nor was the cannabis he had started. The squash was simulated, meaning it came from Earth stocks, provided to represent the food they would grow aboard Hermes. There was no dissert. After dinner the twelve decided to all go for an evening walk on the tundra. At 9pm it was still full daylight in the high arctic, and Tara Dayton thought it would be a good practice to get everyone moving. The evening sun hung low in the sky. The wind swirled snow around the walking group. Li, an avid hiker, led the way, pointing out geological formations as they walked over the snow-covered tundra.

“I needed this,” said Wagner in a private intercom channel, walking next to Schwartz, “exercise, get the body tired and the mind will let you sleep.”

“Me too Ramona, it’s easy to get lost in the minutia. The plants, the terraforming, we must look around occasionally and see what is before us,” he said, gesturing to the tundra around them. He chatted with Colby Smith on the way back for a little. The science team was very involved in the terraforming, and Smith wanted to talk about the projects he would start on Mars. By the time they got back to the habitat, the three of them were in a spirited conversation about his favorite lichens.

“I almost need another shower,” said Wagner, taking her suit off at the end of the hike. She was looking right at Schwartz when she said it, and he felt like she was looking right through him. The mental picture of her gorgeous naked body leapt into his mind unbidden. He smiled awkwardly by way of responding. The team bid their good nights, and Schwartz walked gingerly to his room. He was sore, the space suits were heavy and chafed his shoulders. He rubbed his neck and sighed. What a day it had been, he thought. A day at the farthest flung part of civilization itself. It was breathtaking that he was on such a mission. He brushed his teeth in the little sink in his room, and then undressed for bed. He stared for some time out of the window at the midnight sun rays glittering on the snow, then closed the blinds and slid slowly into bed, groaning a little with exhaustion and sore bones. Sleep came quickly to him.

He awoke to the sound of a ‘clunk’ in his room. Was that the door, he asked himself, still drunk with sleep. He heard nothing; must have been dreaming. He was about to drift back off when he heard something else. The padding of sock feet on the floor. He mumbled something incoherent to the darkness.

“Shhhh.”

“Huh, who is this,” he stammered, sleep still in his voice. He felt a soft feminine finger on his lips.

“Shhhh Herr professor. Don't say anything,” Ramona whispered.

“Ramona is it you,” he asked still groggy with sleep, Schwartz felt her hand slide under the bed sheets.

“Shhhhhh.”

“Ramona, what are you? You don't have to... “

“I know,” she said, as her hand drifted to his crotch. “I want to. You made my dreams come true professor, so enjoy this dream.”

Schwartz slept naked, and he felt the warm little hand under the blankets slide past his mane of public hair and to his penis. She gently massaged him, then started to gently rub him. He stiffened quickly to her touch.

“I want this professor. Do you want this?” He grunted in the affirmative. “I knew it when I saw you today, looking at me. I know you didn't mean to, but I liked it.”

Schwartz’s cock was fully hard now. She stroked him gently under the blanket. He could just make out her silhouette in the dark. He felt the blankets lift, and cold air on his body. The room was silent, just the gentle creek of the bed as she leaned over his body. He felt her breath, hot and moist on his privates.

“I've wanted this for a long time professor,” she whispered, her mouth mere inches from his member, her hand gently working his manhood. Schwartz groaned with pleasure when she slid his cock into her mouth. She sucked slowly, rhythmically, eliciting a little wet slurping sound each time.

“You made my dreams come true professor,” she whispered, taking him out of her mouth and punctuating each word with a kiss on his cock, working her way up his from the base. Then she started sucking again, fast, her head bobbing quickly in the dark.

"My god Ramona," he groaned. She moaned around his cock between wet slurps. "I'm... I'm going to..."

"Mmhmm," she hummed, not slowing her pace.

"Yes yes yesss," he moaned, grabbing the bedsheets in his fists. "Oh Christ!"

The release. He felt himself throb and explode in her eager mouth. She kept bobbing, making small whimpers of delight as he pumped his hot seed into her mouth. He felt as if he were levitating off the bed, completely in thrall of the beautiful wet sucking on his exploding cock. When she pulled her mouth off of him, she heard her swallow his load with a gulp. Then he gasped, feeling her hot tongue licking up the remainder from his twitching cock.

She stood and moved to the head of the bed. Her face nuzzled into his neck. He felt her breath on his face and smelled his semen on her lips. Ramona whispered, "I hope I also made your dreams come true professor. We can do it again any time you like, and we can be discreet as you like," and she stood and walked out slowly out of the room.

The door closed behind her with a heavy clunk.