Lieutenant Jawanza Hammer

Three Days Earlier: 0917 Hours

A tall man of African ancestry stood at the front of the small classroom. Behind him was a wall screen displaying part of the day's lesson. In front of him was a semi-circle of six folding combination desks/chairs occupied by Chief Petty Officers. The Instructor was Lieutenant Jawanza "Jack" Hammer.

The Chiefs were candidates for FTL (Faster Than Light) Service. At the end of the eight months of intense training, probably only two of them would be selected. Some would drop out on their own and be returned to regular duty in the Solar Guard. Others would just be passed over. Failure to complete the training carried no stigma whatsoever. Just having one's application accepted was an accomplishment.

The standards for the FTL were high. As the Commandant of the training program, Captain Poindexter, often remarked, "Flying through Hyper Space ain't like dustin' crops, boy."

"So the question is, what happens if the Aft Flux is cut while the artificial gravity is still on?" Lieutenant Hammer asked. They were studying emergency situations that might arise during the De-Cel stage when a ship exited hyper-space. In the afternoon, they would practice the procedures in the simulator.

As a couple of the students raised their hands, there was a brief knock and then the door opened.

"Sorry to interrupt, Lieutenant," the Commander in the doorway said, "but could I see you out here in the passageway for a moment?"

Hammer did as requested and as he closed the door, the Commander told him, "I'll take over the class. Admiral Thorndike wants to see you in his office."

"Is something wrong?" Hammer asked.

"Don't know," the Commander answered. "The Yeoman who called just said for you to report right away."

Leaving the training compound to head over to Celestial Command, Lieutenant Hammer racked his brain, trying to recall something he might have done wrong to merit a meeting with the Old Man.

"Sit down, Jawanza," the Admiral said when Lieutenant Hammer entered his office. As he took a seat in one of the two chairs facing the Admiral's desk, Lieutenant Hammer mentally heaved a sigh of relief. If the Admiral was calling him by his first name, then he was not in any trouble. The Admiral was also one of the few people to use Lieutenant Hammer's Swahili name rather than calling him 'Jack'. The name reflected his African roots, although his heritage was more important to his parents than it was to him. As an FTL Officer, he thought of himself as an Earther.

"The 5-EX came out of hyperspace on the edge of our solar system about eight hours ago," the Admiral announced, coming straight to the point. "They filed their preliminary voyage summary. It took five and a half hours for the radio transmission to reach us. I had read about half of the report when I sent for you."

"Yes, sir," Lieutenant Hammer replied, waiting for the Admiral to continue.

"Their First Officer, Lieutenant Faraday, is dead."

"Dead? Mike?" Lieutenant Hammer was floored by the news. The men who actually went into space on the FTL ships were small in number. Everyone knew everyone else. "How?"

"Suicide," the Admiral said in a somber voice. "A nasty bit of business." He paused, letting Lieutenant Hammer absorb the news. "Their Second Officer is filling in for now, but I need a permanent replacement."

Lieutenant Hammer fought the urge to blurt out the question, 'Me, Sir?'.

"Traveling at sub-light speed, it will take the 5-EX about two and a half, mabye three days to get here. Continue teaching your classes today and the next two after that," the Admiral said, "But on Thursday report here at Celestial Command. Training Captain Poindexter will have to reassign your classes to other Instructors."

"Forgive me for being dense," Lieutenant Hammer said, "But does this mean I'm being assigned to the 5-EX as its First Officer?"

"Well, yea-ah," the Admiral answered. "Unless you don't want the job."

"Oh, no sir!" Lieutenant Hammer answered perhaps a tad too loudly. "I've dreamed of serving as a First Officer for years."

"Now you are probably aware that the 5-EX will be the next ship to be retro-fitted," the Admiral said. "I want the crew to go home on leave, but since you have been planet-side for the past two years, I want you to assume your duties immediately. To attend all the meetings, read the progress reports, physically inspect the work being done."

"Yes, sir. Of course, sir," Lieutenant Hammer replied. He realized that in his excitement he probably sounded like an idiot. But who cared? He was now a First Officer.

"Alright," the Admiral stood up and extended his hand, "Good luck, Number One."

"Angela! ANGELA," Jack called as he walked into his apartment. His live-in girlfriend hurried out of the kitchen, thinking something might be wrong. But the bottle of wine in his hand dispelled that fear. "Get two glasses," he grinned. "Guess who just got assigned to a ship as the First Officer."

The pale-skinned brunette was almost as excited as the dark-colored man was. She knew how much it meant to him. After jumping up and down and clapping her hands for a few seconds, she ran into the kitchen for the vessels.

Once the glasses were filled and they drank a toast to Jack's luck, Angela smiled slyly at him. "I guess I should give you something to celebrate your promotion," she said. "And I know the perfect gift."

As she strolled towards their bedroom, she peeled off her clothes, leaving a trail of discarded garments on the floor behind her. Hammer followed, carrying the wine and two glasses.

By the time he arrived, Angela was already stripped naked and kneeling up on all fours on their bed. She was a 'healthy' girl, carrying perhaps a few more pounds than she would have liked, but the extra pounds were all in the right places. Her natural, pear-shaped breasts were full and hanging down heavily as she waited at the foot of the bed, facing outward.

Her eyes shined with desire as she watched him pull off the tunic of his uniform and his tee-shirt, revealing his well-toned body to her. His arms and shoulders were muscular, and he had a broad chest and flat stomach. Not waiting for him to shove his pants all the way down, she made a beckoning motion with her hand and in a voice now raspy with lust said, "Come'ere."

Instantly her mouth was on his semi-erect cock when he stepped up to the bed. A few head bobs, a couple of licks from her, and he was hard as the proverbial rock. Angela tried to use just her mouth on him, employing her hand only when she had to pull back for air and needed to hold it in place so that she could engulf it once more. Her pale skin looked even whiter when contrasted with the mahogany tones of his body and her own dark hair.

It was obvious that Angela was offering her mouth to Jack to use for his sexual pleasure. To poke and probe her throat. To fuck her mouth like a pussy. He, of course, readily complied, at times thrusting his hips back and forth. When he did that, she froze in place, remaining perfectly still on all fours as he used her like a sex object. The movements of him face-fucking her caused her pendulous breasts to sway as his cock went in and out of her throat.

Soon, he was gripping the back of her head and bucking his hips as his climax rapidly approached.

"Oh, Baby!" he cried as he exploded in her mouth. Angela mumbled something around the cock filling her mouth and she swallowed repeatedly, drinking down all of his spewing sperm. Even after he had finished cumming, she kept her mouth on him, sucking as he softened.

When he was totally limp and stepped away from the bed, she sat back and smiled at him.

"Well, Mister First Officer, sir. How was that, sir?" she asked, dabbing daintily at the edges of her mouth for any stray cum.

Re-filling the glasses and passing her one, Jack replied, "Yo ho ho. Blow me down!"