Saturday, November 29, 2008

Spaceport: Juiced by Mary Winter

Spaceport: Juiced
by Mary Winter

Cover art by Sahara Kelly
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-807-4
Genre(s): Futuristic, Sci-Fi
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Spaceport
Series: Spaceport Multi-Author
Length: Novella


Tomak thinks his partner, Zaiden, is full of shit. His lover has brought him to Spaceport to meet some guru reported to heal addictions through meditation. Tomak doesn’t believe he has a problem, but an ultimatum by his manager has him agreeing to Zaiden’s crazy plan. Except the guru isn’t some ancient old man, she’s the hottest woman Tomak has seen since the groupies at the last TriZ tournament. And she’s making him meditate naked with her for eight hours a day. The cure may kill him, if his addiction doesn’t do it first.
Ioanne accepts Zaiden’s proposal to help his lover only because they grew up together as spaceport brats. And, she’s kind of always had a crush on him. But when she meets Zaiden’s lover, she realizes his perfect male body lends itself too well to her naked meditation therapy. It doesn’t take long for Ioanne to find that she’s the one with the bad habit -- them.


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“You’ll be okay?” Zaiden asked out of habit. Now that they’d arrived, he battled nervousness. On the station Tomak could go anywhere -- get anything. Although Zaiden trusted him, he had to admit it was mostly because Tomak’s career meant too much to him.
Tomak grabbed Zaiden’s hand. “This means too much to me. I’m not going to run out and buy a hit.”
The hurt in Tomak’s voice twisted a knife deep in Zaiden’s gut. Not only was he thinking about the woman he’d lived with all those years ago, but he was also worrying that Tomak might do something stupid. “I didn’t think that,” Zaiden said. “Ioanne is my friend. You don’t know her. I’d be a bit uncomfortable if our positions were reversed.”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Tomak sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed Zaiden had just vacated. “I understand. Why don’t you go find your friend? You can let her know that we’re here and see if she wants to get started right away.”
“All right.” Zaiden went, stepping back into the hall. Outside of the entryway he found a closed door, and another, smaller, open door that led to a kitchenette. Next to it was the door for the bathroom, and then the larger room where the meditation sessions took place. He didn’t see Ioanne.
Deciding she must be in the room with the closed door, he returned to it and knocked softly.
Silence greeted him.
Zaiden reached for the knob, remembering the years he’d lived with her and hoping he wasn’t disturbing her. No doubt, she’d heard them come down the hallway and to their room. He closed his fingers around the doorknob, debating on whether to open it or not. Maybe she wasn’t even home.
He turned the handle. It clicked, and the door swung open, almost too easily. A single bed sat in the corner, a brightly printed comforter over it. A wardrobe similar to the one in their room sat across from it. Opening the door a bit farther, he took in several emerald and sapphire-colored pillows on the floor. And there, in the middle of them, sat Ioanne, naked.
Zaiden’s breath whooshed from his lungs. Ioanne sat with her head bent forward, her short cap of red hair barely covering her forehead and cheeks. Her small, high breasts showed no signs of age, and neither did her flat stomach. With the soles of her feet pressed together, her legs framed her smooth mound. His fingers itched to slide over all that silky skin and use his thumbs to part her folds to suckle the pearl nestled inside.
With her head tilted, he couldn’t see her lips and wondered if they were as lush as he remembered. He’d spent countless nights in bed, his fingers wrapped around his cock, thinking about what she’d look like on her knees, his shaft in her mouth. He stifled a groan.
At last she exhaled, a long breath that seemed to come from her very soul. When it finished, she lifted her head to look at him. Shock flashed in her gaze, though she studied him, taking in his hair, his body, all the way down to his feet, then back again. His work with the team had introduced him to weight training and fitness beyond a run around the station. He’d filled out, broadened and gained a few inches since they’d last seen each other. What did he look like to Ioanne now, and how did that compare to her memories of who he’d been?
Zaiden was aware he’d leaned in the doorway while he watched her, his ankles casually crossed, one hand tucked in his pocket. His erection tented the front of his slacks, clearly visible, and he could see her pink labia. He bet her clit was swollen, peeking from its hood, and he longed to tease it with his fingers… or his tongue.
Her breathing sounded harsh in the small room, quite the contrast from her deep, even meditation.
“You arrived. Welcome.” Her breathy voice hardened his cock even more.
“We did. Thank you again for working with Tomak. Your work is very well-known.”
She stood in a lithe movement that revealed her strength and flexibility. Grabbing a robe that lay over the end of the bed, she slipped it on, but not before he noted her hardened nipples.
Ioanne wanted him.

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