Rika joins your adventure.

The four of you eventually drag yourself out of the bandits' tent and prepare for the day ahead, putting your marathon free-use sexual encounter behind you... at least until the suns once again sink.

Obi-Wan checks up on the droids, while Camie peruses the fallen thieves supplies, seeing what she can rustle up to quell your now-rumbling stomachs. Unsurprisingly, after the travel, the encounter with the robbers and what you got up to after, you're ravenously hungry.

It isn't long before the four of you are sat around the small camp, eating a makeshift repast of Qris-wheat cakes, bantha jerky and rehydrated blue milk, and awkwardly trying to ignore the fallout of your sexual encounter.

"Not that I'm not grateful" Rika begins, wiping her mouth "but I really have to wonder what the three of you, and your droids, are doing out in the middle of the wastes."

You lock eyes with Obi-Wan, curious about how much you should tell this newcomer of your quest. You intuit that the old Jedi is leaving it up to your discretion and then begin.

"We're heading to Mos Eisley. And then off-world. To Alderaan." you let her know. "We have... business there."

"Huh." Rika says, clearly a little surprised. Say what you want about you, Camie and Obi-Wan, you do not look like the type of people with "business" on a prosperous Core World.

"Business? More like a mission!" Camie interjects. "Me and Luke, we found this transmission on the R2 unit, a message from this Rebel princess, maybe the most beautiful woman you've ever seen, I'll show her to you later, Rika. In her message, she said the droid contains vital information that could hurt the Empire, but she got captured, so we have to take it to her father. Ben used to be a Jedi Master, and he's going to teach Luke to use the ****!"

Rika is stunned. If she was surprised before, the humble scavenger is beyond words now.

You shoot Camie a look. So much for keeping quiet...

"What?" Camie says, tossing her empty plate down onto the sand and raising an eyebrow. "After last night, I think we can afford to trust her."

The brunette shoots the other female a fuck-me look, one that has the dark-skinned beauty smiling.

"I've got no love for the Empire." Rika says. "On the one-in-a-hundred chance I run into someone else out here in the next week or so, I won't tell anyone."

The conversation lulls as you finish eating, and everyone more or less wordlessly starts to ransack the bandit camp. You take credit chips, provisions, water, tech. One of the dead men's fancy blaster is soon hanging off your belt, opposite your father's lightsaber.

As Ben watchfully scans the horizon, his guard never down, and Camie loads the scavenged supplies into your speeder, you follow Rika back into the tent.

The smell of sex is heavy in the air, from the long hours the four of you frolicked within. Rika has her back to you, is on her knees by the edge of the small tent, her lithe and beautifully sensual body arrayed before you. She taps a fold in the fabric of the tent. You watch her work, torn between interest in her process and appreciation of her form.

Striking the same point in the canvas twice, she produces a small bladed tool and dashes a neat cut into it. Reaching in, she pulls out something shiny.

"Score!" she says, delighted.

"Scavenger's instinct, huh?" you interject. Rika turns, showing you what she found. A couple of hundred-cred chips.

"You're seeing me on a good day. I once spent eight hours scrapping a wrecked speeder, had nothing to show for it but rusty actuators and a dozen buckets of sand." Rika smiles. Pocketing one, she throws you the other.

"Here. For saving my livelihood. Here's hoping this'll help you get offworld."

"Beautiful, resourceful and generous." you smile.

"Maybe, yeah." the scav says. "Shame you're already taken."

You have to laugh at that. Camie is as adventurous and hungry for women as you are. Possibly more so. Maybe you were together, but you sure as space weren't exclusive.

"You know, I've lived on Tatooine my entire life." Rika tells you. "I kind of thought my life would be speeding around this sandball, digging through trash and selling it for a handful of credits, cycle after cycle, until a Tusken or a Hutt or a bandit gets a lucky blaster bolt in."

"I can relate." you respond. "Maybe not the scavenging part, but I grew up on a moisture farm. Camie's family runs a little hydro garden. But we're leaving. See the galaxy, fight the good fight. You could... come with us."

The scavenger looks at you long and hard, as if she can't tell whether or not you're serious.

"Me? Go with you? Save your Princess, fight the Empire? What, am I gonna be a Jedi, too?" Rika asks, as if she can't imagine herself ever being able to leave Tatooine.

"Ask Ben, he seems to like you. That's a good start, right?" your response draws a chuckle from her.

"Not likely. I'm desert trash. My parents scavved their entire lives, probably their parents did too. This adventure of yours... it's not for me. Enjoy the Galaxy, Luke."

You close the gap between you and Rika, and pull her close.

"No." you tell her bluntly. "I'm not listening to you talk about yourself that way. You're not trash, you're treasure. A desert rose." you add, brushing one of her thin braids back. "Come with us."

"Oh, Luke..." Rika says. She kisses you. It's a lover's kiss, just like you've shared with Camie since you set off. Already you feel your appetite for her, for sex returning.

Rika gets on her back, opening her legs and taking down her simple desert wear for you. You enter her. She feels just as good as she did before breakfast, and all through the night and day before. You squeeze on her tits through her outfit as she moans and you pick up pace and she grabs at fistfuls of dry desert sand.

"Ohmi- Luke!" the scavenger gasps, your need for her body increases, and the speed of your thrusts does in turn. "This is- ha... HAA, so incredible." Rika hungrily kisses you, she tastes good. Even though she's only the second woman you've ever been with, you know enough to know how lucky you are right now.

A few minutes pass, Rika and yourself alone in the tent, nothing but the sights and sensations of each other's bodies, whispers and gasps of delight.

"Luke, that's right, right there-- LUKE!" You watch the beautiful Rika's face contort in the frenzy and ecstasy of orgasm. You're panting, between the desert heat and her, your white shirt is beginning to become rather sodden with sweat.

You come too, giving your potential companion another virile and copious load. You feel as if all the pent-up frustration of your teen years is being excreted, fired out of your body and into hers.

"So we get to do that every day?" Rika is a sweaty and satisfied mess. She licks your face. "Sign me up, Skywalker."

Even as you delight in the continued sensation of her body, and her closeness to you, an ambient dread begins to creep in in the aftermath. The Empire were powerful, too powerful. How could one droid, no matter what plans it's memory contained, tip the balance of power?

And you thought of your aunt and uncle. You had scarcely seen them, scarcely thought of them since you and Uncle Owen bought the droids of those Jawas. Were you really going to just leave the planet without saying anything? It could be months until you could get a message back to them.

And more than that, you just had a sense something had gone wrong. You were never sure if you believed in fate, if everything was fixed and set in the galaxy's order, or if your choices could change it. But you couldn't help but feel your diversion with Rika, the time the four of you had tarried in the tent, even just bringing Camie along to Ben Kenobi's had fundamentally altered the course your life was to take.

Still, you thought, glancing at Rika, her perfectly-shaped breasts outlined through her shirt as the two of you made yourselves decent, not all changes were bad.

-

"Master Skywalker, so good to see you!" C-3PO, still secured to the back of your speeder, said, as the two of you approached.

"Good to see you too, Threepio." you tell the protocol droid, before addressing the rest of your friends.

"Look... me and Rika have been talking, and she's coming to Alderaan with us." you announce.

"I'm sure your talents will come in quite helpful, my young friend." Ben says, giving her a smile that seems both sagely and perverted at the same time.

As for Camie, well you're not surprised to see her smiling goofily as she heads into the speeder. You let her have the driver's seat for a change. You and Ben climb into the passenger seating, and Rika swings a leg over her speeder bike.

"Alright, next stop, Mos Eisley!" Camie says, firing up the speeder. You head over the nearest sand dune, and a few minutes later, you've left the bandit's hideout behind, it fading into the endless sands both behind and ahead.

Rika pulls alongside, keeping pace, a white linen headwrap and a pair of goggles protecting her eyes and beautiful features from the spray of sand.

You sit back, enjoying Camie driving for this next spell. When you look over and catch Rika taking a hand off her bike's bars to flash her tits at you, you enjoy it all the more.