She gets a closer look

She knew that pair of panties... in fact, she knew all her pairs of panties. Those were supposed to be pitch black, but now they looked... different. Leaning in closer, Aurora tries to understand. The problem was... being a thong and all, it's not like it was big... at all. And with it wrapped around Fyfe's fingers, it made it even harder to examine the piece. In an urge of curiosity, Aurora boldly decides to untangle it from Fyfe's hand, hoping he won't notice. - "Pfff... easy... easy... Aurora... thieving hands... thieving hands..." - She whispers to herself as she carefully pulls it off, slowly untwisting it until it slips out of Fyfe's sleepy grip. Proud of herself, she smiles, lifting it in the air, finally able to take a closer look at it. - "Oh... my... god! It's... all... sperm!" - Covering her mouth, she can't hide her surprise. She knew what her "gift" would be used for, but seeing that messy piece of cloth right in front of her eyes brought a whole new feel to the story. - "He actually used it TO jerk himself off..." - She thinks, smiling, flattered and a little turned on. Then, unable to stop herself, she takes a peek under the sheet, spotting his now flaccid dick. She compares it to Jim's. - "Hmm... kind of looks like... not bad... not too bad..." - She assesses, laughing even more and slowly turning around, leaving Fyfe to rest after all his "hard" work.

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Some good hours later and for the second time in the day, Fyfe awakens. He doesn't notice, or recall, that the panties should have remained wrapped around his hand. He dresses up with the only outfit he has and heads to the cafeteria, where he finds Jim and Aurora having breakfast. His eyes immediately glue on Aurora with memories of his last... solo session. She's wearing a tight white overall. - "Well, fuck me... that thing's showing every curve in her body... even the ones she wouldn't want to..." - He thinks at first glance.

"Oh, hey there, Fyfe! Why don't you join us over here?" - Jim signals, pointing at a chair. - "How'd you sleep?" - He then tries to make conversation. Fyfe just shrugs, ignoring the question.

"I'm starving... what do we have to eat around here?"

"Well... YOU have oats and... milk, I believe." - Jim jumps in again, laughing.

"That's it?!" - He asks, angrily. - "They couldn't give us anything other than what 5 year-olds have? Pfff..." - Fyfe complains, eliciting laughs from both Jim and Aurora. - "What?! What's so funny?" - He asks when he notices what they're having for breakfast. - "What the fuck?! You guys messing with me? You're both having... all sorts of stuff!"

"Well... Jim wasn't fucking with you, Fyfe. Levels 5 DO only have oats and milk to choose from but... lucky for you both... we have a class 2 among us." - She informs him waving her bracelet. - "And I can give you anything you want." - She says with a smile. - "From the breakfast menu, I mean." - She then adds, afraid her words had sounded a bit too sexual.

"Oh, wow... I guess the hierarchy continues even inside this metal thing." - Fyfe murmurs, getting up. - "Hmm, let's see..." - Taking a look at the menu he goes. - "The scrambled eggs with sausage and cheese sound pretty good right now, I'm starving..."

"Hehe, that's gonna last for about a week, buddy." - Jim explains.

"Alright. Eggs, sausage and cheese coming right out! Up, coming right up..." - She corrects herself again, embarrassed about how heavily sexual her words have become. She orders Fyfe's breakfast and then brings the tray to him, pretending to be a waitress. - "Here you go, sir. That'll be 12 intergalactic dollars, please." - All this time, Fyfe couldn't get his eyes away from her cleavage. But with Jim sitting right next to him, he just pretended to be a bit disoriented still, even though he was feeling much better already. He was 19 after all. A horny 19 year-old, with testosterone to sell if he wanted to, so his body was recovering fast.

"Thanks..." - Is all Fyfe says to Aurora, quickly devouring the food in front of him. He even manages to brush off any thoughts of Aurora's body as the scrambled eggs disappear from his plate in a matter of seconds, quickly followed by the sausage and the cheese.

"Another one, champ?" - Jim jokes staring at Fyfe's dirty mouth.

"U-hu." - And with that, Aurora gets up for a second round, which he devoured almost as quickly. - "So good... so hungry..." - He mumbles like a caveman, wiping his mouth with his hand. The three stay at the cafeteria for another five minutes, with Fyfe silent most of the time. Suddenly, he gets up.

"Oh, god... ghewmmphhhh!" - He gags loudly and makes a run for the nearest bathroom, which luckily he had spotted on the way over.

"That's also gonna last for about a week, buddy." - Jim yells as Fyfe dashes across the room. - "Well, I should get back to that mess of an engine room, darling. It's still pretty banged up in there..." - He addresses Aurora. Leaning over the desk, he gives her a kiss.

"Alright, you be careful out there, k?"

"Always, darling. Always..." - He smiles and heads to station F. Aurora remains seated for a couple of minutes before deciding to check up on the newcomer. She walks to the bathroom and even before she can get inside she can hear Fyfe's barfs. Giggling, she walks in.

"You okay in there?" - She asks to a guy on his knees by the toilet.

"Just peachy..." - He acidly replies.

"Huh, funny, I thought things would be much more eggy instead..." - Aurora cleverly comes back, unintentionally eliciting some more barfs from him. - "Don't worry, this shit'll pass quick, it took me about 8 days and with Jim he says it took him 4 or something."

"Great." - Fyfe ironically cheers in between gags.

Seeing as she was already in the toilet, Aurora leaves a book she was intending to read on the sink and walks into the next stall. Fyfe hears her unzipping her overall and the noise of when she sits down. Soon after, the watery stream leaves no doubt. - "She's taking a piss right now?!" - He thinks, confused, then leans down a bit further with his head. He can see Aurora's bunched up clothes by her ankles from under the stall wall. His horniness suddenly hits him again, but as he's about to try to peek further up, he's struck with a sudden urge to barf. He almost misses the toilet this time.

"Geez, those eggs really got to you, huh?" - Aurora asks, trying to hold off a laugh. - "Oh god damn it!"

"What?" - Fyfe asks, confused.

"Jim, that's what. He forgot to get more paper rolls again. Fucking hell..."

"Wait, Jim, what?"

"He forgot the damn toilet paper. You sure you're awake yet? Could you pass me some of yours? Or mine, actually. You're actually in my stall. And I'm in his."

"Yours? This is the man's bathroom..."

"Really, Fyfe? You're gonna give me a hard time because of that? We're two peopl... three people in this ship and you're gonna talk about gender bathroom? C'mon, Fyfe. We share this bathroom every morning, it's the closest one to the food hall. Now are you gonna give me the toilet paper or not?" - She adds, impatiently.

"Fine, god, here you go." - He replies, holding a bunch of it under the stall wall. Aurora picks it up, brushing her fingers against his, which is enough for Fyfe to go back to horny mode.

"Thanks." - She says before starting to wipe herself off. Fyfe is now listening to every single sound coming off that stall, entranced by the fact that she's fully naked less than a meter from him. He thinks about trying to peek again but gets scared. - "What if she sees me, I'd be in some serious shit, then."

"Need some more?" - He asks, trying to hide the fact that he was creeping on her.

"No, I'm good, thanks." - Aurora replies, and soon Fyfe hears the zipping sounds again, followed by the stall door opening. - "You take it easy for now, k? I'm gonna go have a word with Jim." - She tells him, storming out of the bathroom. Fyfe waits a few seconds, then quickly changes stalls.

"She was so pissed at him she even forgot to flush." - He laughs as he walks in. He can feel Aurora's perfume in the air, but it quickly changes to another kind of aroma. The one coming from the toilet. Frowning, Fyfe turns his head away and reaches for the flush button. As he's about to push it, however, something stops him. He looks down at the yellowish water and feels his pants tighten. Inhaling again, he starts soaking Aurora's scent again. Not as nice as the ones, granted, but still hers... still private... and in a matter of seconds, he feels his boner alive.

Fyfe shows no hesitation before sitting down on the unflushed toilet and pulling his dick out. The smells continue to inebriate him and he starts stroking his cock for the second time that day. Thinking about Aurora's naked body, his hand becomes a machine and in the nastiness of the situation Fyfe begins moaning.

"Fuck I was all the way to the monorail when I realized I forgot my..." - Aurora doesn't even finish her sentence when she hears grunts coming from the stalls. Tiptoeing, she reaches the sink and sees Jim's stall locked and hers open. Fyfe is moaning and grunting and she can hear the sound of skin being rubbed, too. It's obvious what's happening, what Aurora can't figure out, though, is why. - "In here?" - She wonders, just as Fyfe's moans get lower and more spaced out. She doesn't know it, but Fyfe is cumming like a madman at that exact moment. - "Fyfe? You in there? What are you doing in Jim's stall?" - She hits him before he's even finished orgasming. Fyfe was so focused on jerking off he didn't even hear Aurora walk in. In utter shock he tries his best to hide what he was doing.

"Er, Aurora?! I, er... what.. are you... how long have you been... I thought you..." - His desperation amuses Aurora and she decides to take it easy on him.

"Oh, I just walked in. I forgot my book in here..."

"Ah... okay... yea, I... I was just... it's just that... you forgot to flush!" - He spews out, happy to have thought of anything other than 'I was just jerking off to the smell of your piss'. He shoves his dick into his pants as far as he can and tries to wipe any signs of cum away with his bare hands. Before exiting the booth, he tries to cover his half-mast, then opens the stall door. Trying to act casual he moves to the sink as if he was about to wash his hands.

"Hmm... I see. I heard you grunting inside, so I got worried." - Fyfe freezes for a second, then explains.

"Yea, I'm still... you know." - He lies, putting his hand over his stomach and making a face. - "Almost had to... again..."

"Poor you." - Aurora pretends to pity him as he walks past her towards the door.

"I think I'm gonna lie down a bit, thanks for breakfast." - He says, leaving the bathroom as quickly as he can without running. He did manage to hide his half-mast from Aurora, though she still knew what he was up to. Or at least she thinks she does. And as soon as he walks out, she opens Jim's stall door again. Very suspicious of his behavior, she treads carefully inside, looking for any signs of his "activities". She shuts the door behind her and looks at the ground. She doesn't see anything fishy, though. So she moves on to the toilet and it then becomes evident how Fyfe had just lied to her. At least partly. She had, in fact, forgotten to flush like he said, but so had he, despite what he said. Leaning down, she takes a closer look at the toilet seat where she spots a string of white goo. - "Aha! And there we have it. Proof, ladies and gentlemen of the jury!" - She jokes, unsure of how to react to it. - "In the bathroom, though? With the toilet full of pee? Damn, this boy must be in some serious need or something." - She wonders, feeling kind of sorry for him.

As she turns around to leave, she really gets shocked. - "Oh my god..." - Is all she can utter as she sees countless strings of cum running down the back of the stall door. With her jaw on the floor, she looks closer, confirming those were Fyfe's and not some kind of badly painted door. The smell doesn't lie either... - "He must've missed this since the door is also white..." - She thinks, horrified at how far his cumshots went. The toilet was almost a half-meter away from the door, specially when it was closed like that. - "God damn... those were some really clogged pipes." - She laughs out loud, before realizing that Jim's stall was now all disgustingly "Fyfed".

"Fuck, he's definitely gonna see this tomorrow..."