She wants to watch the movie

"Can we watch the movie? I'd like to see it, but not by myself - and certainly not with Viv." You almost burst out laughing at what Vivian's reaction to that 1960's Chauvinistic sci-fi flick might be.

"Is it too late?" It's only a little after ten which isn't too bad, "Won't Vivian wonder where you are?"

"She's spending the night at Brian's, so that doesn't really matter." It doesn't surprise you that Vivian is planning a night with Brian. The two don't talk about it much, but you know that the two often have private Erotic Role Play sessions after the regular party runs.

"And this is OK with you?" You sound like an idiot, but Vivian made it clear that her roommate was raised in a very conservative setting and that she wasn't like your typical college coed.

"It's my idea, remember?" The 'stupid' at the end of the response was left unsaid, but you hear it anyways. And so less than fifteen minutes later, the two of you are sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn and the movie dug up for $2.99 from netflix.

You haven't seen the film in almost six years and forgot how slowly it started. The drama of the '**** Ray' that sends the spacecraft off course and destroys the space-station is so bad that the two of you end up giggling like it is an episode of Mystery Science Theater. When the crew is captured by the long-legged Amazons of Venus, Sandra takes your hand in hers and squeezes it excitedly.

"Oooo, those girls are sexy." She bites her lower lip subconsciously and watches the silly movie with renewed interest. It is almost like you are taken back to the first time you saw the movie and in spite of your best efforts you can feel your cock growing. Under normal circumstances that might not be so bad, but because of the emergency change of clothes the sweatpants are starting to tent, and you have to shift your position to hide the growing bulge.

There's barely anything risqué in the whole movie. One scene, where the mission commander fails to seduce the Queen of Outer Space because he recoils in horror at her hideously deformed face, and then another pretty modest kiss between the handsome Lieutenant and a princess from the royal house. In spite of this lack of explicit sexuality, the underlying current of tension is still there, as are the short skirts and bare backs of the Palace Guard uniforms.

When the wicked queen is deposed, in a fight scene that features a whole bevy of barely dressed women struggling with each other, she claps in excitement. You, however, once again can't get over the implications of there being no men on the planet for almost twenty years. Every single one of the scantily clad women were of legal age, none of the women younger than their mid-thirties could have ever been with a man and the new government was acutely aware of the need to start repopulating the planet...

Sandra doesn't miss the key part of this scenario. "Those Earthmen would have to fill as many of those young women's wombs as possible with their virile seed. Such a chore..." She then adds another thought that you hadn't really considered. "The supporters of the old overthrown government, though ... all those man-hating women might not like the changes, they'll need to be re-educated ... taught to accept their place in the new world order with the return of males to their planet ..." Her voice trails off with a breathy sigh, clearly lost in some dark train of thought until she shakes her head making the waves of hair dance.

She smiles sweetly at you as the credits roll, "So, Stephen, would you want to be one of those poor men tasked with the daunting responsibility of fathering the next generation of babies on Venus?" She gets a playful look on her face and adds another option. "Or you could be the man be in charge of rounding up and retraining the recalcitrent young women who still refuse to accept the change in the way things work?" Your blush must be clearly visible on your fair skin. Damn it why couldn't you have just kept your mouth shut.