## Archive-name: Zero.Gravity

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Subject: STORY - Zero Gravity

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By Marianne

Air Force Major Angela Allen looked to her left and watched the intensity on the face of her "chauffeur", Captain Bill Danvers as he guided the transfer capsule through its final docking maneuver. She felt the small jolt as they contacted the station and the subsequent whir of mechanical latching bolts as they locked down.

"Welcome to Union Station, Doctor Allen, I mean Major", Bill said with a chuckle over the intercom, "someone will be here to help you out in just a minute or two."

Angela could see his face through the metalized visor and felt a little pang of remorse as she thought, "... he's a nice cute guy, but alas, a guy".

"Thanks for the lift, Bill", she answered warmly, "you're some kind of can jockey, you know using the term all of the shuttle and station crews used to describe the spartan transport they used to travel back and forth between the station and their shuttle craft."

The pressurization lights changed, indicating equalization with the stations own atmosphere. Bill activated the door release and a figure outside swung it open. Angela gave Bill a smile and a thumbs up, and swung easily into the passage way, eager to get inside and to rid herself of the cumbersome flight suit and helmet she wore.

In the zero gravity environment, she grabbed the assist bar, and got herself "upright" in the passage. As she did, she was surprised and more than pleased to see that she had been met by Mission Specialist Jennifer Wallace.

Dr. Allen lifted open her visor, felt the cool dry air brush her face and offered her still gloved hand to meet Jennifer's.

"Welcome, Doctor", Jennifer said, "its a pleasure to meet you after all of these radio, telephone and computer messages."

"And for me too", Angela said, taking her first good look at Jennifer Wallace in person. She had seen Jennifer some years back when she had been on the Olympic gymnastics team. "Looks like she has only improved as she matured into a lovely young lady", the Doctor thought to herself.

Jennifer smiled as she felt Angela's gaze and turned and began to pull herself down the passage, indicating for the Doctor to follow.

Angela continued to look over her co-worker for this part of the experiments as she pulled away, noting that even in the loose coveralls generally worn aboard the station, Jennifer's feminine shape was well-defined. "Her commitment to physical conditioning has really paid off for her", she thought, thinking that at twenty four, Jennifer was one of the youngest station crew ever, and the youngest woman to ever be aboard. Angela felt her thirty one years weigh on her for a moment and then grinned to herself, that in zero gee, they should feel much lighter.

As Jennifer led Doctor Allen to her cabin, she was excited by the famous Doctor's presence. Known internationally for her expertise in space physiology, Angela Allen, was going to be on board for several weeks, working with Jennifer on exercise and stress tests in the recently completely "gymnasium" at the far end of the station.

Jennifer knew little about the Doctor outside of the academic area, but she did know that she was single and there were rumors that she enjoyed the company of women more than men.

She wondered, momentarily, if Angela would come on to her, since they would be alone for most of the mission. With a little twinge of warmth, she wondered how she might react. Though inexperienced with another woman, Jennifer had, like many others, wondered what loving another woman might be like and if this was going to be the chance. She smiled to herself, "I'm ready."

As she reached her crew cabin, Angela pushed her bag in ahead of her and watched for a moment as it floated slowly away. "This will take some getting use to", she thought as she turned to Jennifer.

"Thanks for the welcome, Jennifer", she said with a smile, "and if you point me at the Ladies Room, I'd like to freshen up and then meet you to go over our schedule".

Jennifer pointed at a hatchway further down the passage, bearing a sign that read Unoccupied, "That is as close as we get to privacy", she said with a grin. "Why don't you meet me in the main area at 1600. We can give the guys a send off and then go over our schedule before dinner."

"Excuse, me. Do you mean Colonel Barnett is leaving tonight", Angela asked, "I thought he was going to be here for the first few days of my visit for consultation?"

"Well, apparently he has to return to the downside earlier than planned", Jennifer answered, "and has to get the repairs completed on the solar array at the mini-station. He and Major Williams will be there for two days, back here for one and the back down when the Endeavor returns."

Angela looked back at Jennifer, "just us girls here for a while, eh?", she said softly.

Jennifer looked back and held her gaze. "The first probe comes so soon.", she thought as she had another sexy little twinge. "Yep, just us girls!", she said back, "it'll be a little more casual with the men away", she continued, this time her smile conveyed a message.

Angela winked and turned as she entered her cabin, "in a few minutes" she said back, closing the door.

Jennifer pulled away and headed to the main are, feeling a warmness and an anticipation she hadn't expected so soon, but was already pleased with what seemed to be unfolding.

Angela had felt the initial repartee between herself with Jennifer as a real exciting development on this trip. She didn't know whether Jennifer was really interested or not, but with the potential there, her mind skipped to a special form of physical activity about which there was very little literature and not much recorded experience. "ummm" she thought this might be some trip!

Angela stood briefly in the jet steam shower and let the warm water and air jets wash away the grime of the trip. Despite the special clothing and virtually sterile accomodations, she had felt crumpled and very unfeminine. She had disrobed and headed down to the facilities shortly after Jennifer had left.

Even though she had trained for the special shower downside, nothing had prepared her for it in zero gee. She had been told it was not unlike being strapped across the intake to a jet airplane engine in a driving rainstorm. She agreed! Angela was already convinced that this contraption certainly had been designed by men, who had no idea that bathing and showering were supposed to be anything other than functional.

She turned off the water (rainstorm with a grin to herself) and stepped out moments later dry and clean, and in fact, not feeling very bad about the whole experience, except that it was missing the softness that a real shower brought.

Angela decided to start playing her cards early and dressed in one of her most attractive and complimentary workout outfits under her crew clothing. She slipped into the green body suit with the peach waist and panty accents, hung a mirror in the air and checked her appearance.

Her short auburn hair, she had just brushed out, floated well above her shoulders. She took it and clipped it to the sides of her head with one of the new small but attractive glitterclips that were so popular now. It too, was green and accented her body suit.

She freshened her face, pulled herself around so that her thirty four B "maybe a little more" breasts were outlined nicely. "Still looking good", she thought to herself, remembering how nice they had looked getting out of the shower. "Zero G means no sag.", she grinned. Her eyes followed the line of her shape and rear, and she remained pleased.

She slipped into the gray, crew clothing, pulled on the special cloth slippers, made one more peek in the mirror and head towards the main area.

She followed the color coded route map pulling herself along through three intersections, noting that without any people bustling about the station seemed almost like being inside of a very large machine. "So this is what an ant feels like lost in a copier", she smiled wryly.

But soon she heard voices and turned into a larger well-lit area. Jennifer was standing with two other crew men, both in outside travel suits with helmets floating nearby.

She drifted over, grabbed an "upright" and placed her feet on the special flooring, her slippers grabbing just enough support to keep her stationary.

Jennifer made introductions.

"I am so sorry, we have to leave early" Colonel Barnett said, "I had so looked forward to consulting with you on the exercise and stress testing upside, but we have to go back to testify at one of those hearings about funding".

Angela nodded, "Yes, I am very disappointed, but I am so excited to just be here and do look forward to being with Jennifer for our experiments", she said with a smile as she looked over at the younger woman.

Major Williams extended his hand, "I too will miss getting the briefing you were going to give me. I am very unsophisticated in your area of exercise expertise and I was really looking forward to the overview you had promised". His hand lingered, offering. "Perhaps downside, we can follow up" he continued.

"Certainly Major, it will be my pleasure" she answered as warmly and professionally as she could, but she withdrew her hand without any further feedback. Angela locked eyes with the other major for a second, knowing how acutely tuned men were to handshakes, and correctly concluded that her "no interest" message had been transmitted and received.

Colonel Barnett then invited his fellow crewmen and women to help him review his plans to go to the mini-station and repair its solar array. An hour passed, a few points were re-considered and updated into the computer and checked with mission control downside.

A few minutes later, downside control came on, confirmed the plan and the men prepared to leave.

"Dr. Allen, its been a pleasure, if very brief" Colonel Barnett said, "Will and I appreciate your suggestions, and in particular we will be paying attention our exercise and conservation of muscle mass you recommended. After understanding your theories about physiomass, I am really in tune with myself on these trips. Thanks again." he concluded with sincerity.

The men turned and made their way to the largest radial spoke of the station, followed by the two women. The group soon reached the docking port of the large transport and the two men entered.

Colonel Barnett came over the transmitter after the hatch was sealed with a, "well, it may not be first class, but its the best can in this neighborhood",, giving everyone a good laugh.

A short countdown ensued and the transport backed slowly away, reoriented and then accelerated rapidly away towards its destination. The two women stayed on alert, with monitoring through downside, to insure that the separation was clean and the mission safely underway until out of their easy recovery zone.

Soon they were released by downside control and were pulling their way back to the main area.

Both women floated easily into the main area and secured themselves by holding on to an available upright.

"Well, it seems very private here", Angela offered.

"Yes, it is", Jennifer answered back, "even downside is shut out unless there's an emergency and they must contact us."

"So, what's on the menu at Chez Station?", Angela asked as she looked at Jennifer.

Jennifer considered for a moment, "ah, nous avons Filet a Deshydrater avec champignons sec" <we have dehydrated steak with dried mushrooms> she said smiling at her rusty French.

"Avec or sans vin tres bon vin rouge <with or without good red wine>", Angela mumbled back getting across her question, if failing the enunciation.

"Sans vin ici <no wine here>", Jennifer answered enjoying the little game.

"Pas mal, mais, vous ete tres bon compagnie, oui <too bad, but, you are great company, yes>!", Angela answered moving close to where Jennifer held her post.

She pulled up close to Jennifer, both young women floating in the quiet air of the station. "I'm hungry", Angela said softly, looking at her eyes.

"Me too", Jennifer said, realizing how strong her desires were beginning to feel towards Angela, "but I think we should have dinner first", she said, pulling no punches.

Angela reached out with a hand and touched Jennifer's cheek, "You were beautiful as an Olympian those few short years ago, and now you have grown from a lovely young girl, to a beautiful young woman. I am so happy to spend some time with you", she said.

"I feel so attracted to you Angela", she answered, "and I haven't felt like this with another woman before, so please let me take it at my pace."

"I will, Jennifer", said Angela, "except when you seem to hesitate and I know you need to be pulled and then I wont hold back".

"Thanks", said Jennifer and she leaned forward, floating until she met Angela. Their lips met and brushed, soft, fleeting, tongues anxious, but waiting, wanting.

"Let's eat", she whispered.

"Dinner?", a question from Angela.

"Of course, silly", Jennifer squeezed back and then she playfully flipped over and push away down the the far passage. Angela followed clumsily for a few moments but was soon in pursuit.

They ended in the mess a few minutes later, Angela slightly bumped and bruised from overshooting a few turns, both laughing and winded from their play.

"What a blast", Angela said as they headed to the food and beverage shelves. They took out a few items, heated the ones that were necessary and were soon strapped down at their introductory meal.

"Well, for a first, er, uh, date, this is all moving pretty fast", Angela offered sucking on her beverage.

"I can't believe that I am doing what I am", Jennifer said honestly, "but I can't help my attraction to you and I knew, or had heard about your preferences long ago".

"Yeah, its hard to be a public figure anymore and be in the closet, so I decided that I had to live with me, and if the rest of the world couldn't then that was their problem", Angela said.

"Well, you know, Angela, your accomplishments, like a lot of other famous, people give you quite a bit of license. Lesser mortals like me, with similar inclinations have to be much more careful", Jennifer said honestly.

"I know, but ever since President Roberts came out and the fundamentalist vote buying Supreme Court scandal, the country has been much more liberal about alternative life styles", Angela recounted.

"Well, I just wish we could have met downside, so we could have started this at a really nice French restaurant and then had a night dancing in a ladies bar somewhere", Jennifer said, encouraging her new friend.

"Well, we'll take what we have now", Angela answered, "and we will catch up with the downside fun when we get back".

The two girls cleaned up their left overs and left the mess spotless.

"How about a little light workout?", Jennifer suggested.

"Sure", says Angela "but how about a little tour to let the bon repas <good meal> settle". Jennifer agreed and the two headed off.

After a half hour tour of the station the two women found themselves in the new gymnasium.

"Wow, I am really surprised by its size and the variety of equipment.", Angela noted looking over the room.

"Yeah, its taken almost a year to get space on the shuttles for all of this stuff", she pointed out, "but the fun part is that here you can mount workout stations on the walls and on the ceiling. There's no up or down."

"What are all of these ropes for", Angela asked as she pulled herself to the center of the room on one of the long cords that traversed the facility.

"Well, in all of the rest of the station its usually possible to reach something to grab on to for changing direction or getting going.", said Jennifer, "here its so big that you could drift too far away from anything and could get stranded unless you had something to throw".

Angela nodded and then said, "Let me try throwing something", and she started unzipping her crew suit, exposing the green workout suit beneath it. She rolled it into a ball, let go of the rope and threw as hard as she could. She barely moved.

Jennifer laughed, "You need something with some mass", and then moved easily to the center where Angela floated. "You come prepared, don't you, wearing something so form fitting."

"Yes", Angela smiled, "plus I am prepared to come too", with a little chuckle and a sexy smile.

"Its casual here now", Jennifer said as she started to unzip her crew suit.

Angela floated just inches away as Jennifer slipped it off, revealing a light tube bra and bikini panties. Here firm breasts stood strongly against the material, her nipples highlighted and visible through its sheer fabric.

"Are you the workout tonight?", she asked looking up at Angela.

"You bet", Angela said softly reaching out to the other woman.

Jennifer felt herself being pulled towards Angela and felt the growing desire in her womanhood.

Angela let go of her hold on the rope as Jennifer touched her and the two met in a full hug. "This is so incredible", Angela thought, "all of this contact, no weight, no unneeded pressures."

Their lips met and touched, then each opened their lips slightly to let their tongues dart and touch. Their legs moved between each other's and locked, mounds pressing and rubbing gently.

Angela moved her hand around to start to touch Jennifer's breasts but as she did Jennifer stopped her and quickly slipped out of her tube bra. It hung there near them. Angela looked down and saw the beauty of Jennifer's breasts, as they were lifted up, her nipples hard and pointing at her.

Jennifer reached up and began to pull Angela's workout suit down at the shoulders. "It's pretty, Angela", she whispered, as if someone could hear them, "but it's in the way."

Suddenly Angela knew Jennifer would be the aggressor this night and she let Jennifer remove her outfit. She floated naked holding a nearby workout bar as the outfit was peeled off of her at last.

Jennifer drifted slowly back up, rubbing her cheek against Angela's thighs and brushing lightly against her womanhair and then her breasts as she again faced her new lover.

"You are so beautiful, so sexy", she said, their lips met again, the hunger building. Jennifer held Angela tightly and pulled on the nearby rope, sending them moving slowly towards a set of aluminum gym bars. As they neared the bars, Jennifer spun Angela so that she faced the bars, "hold them", she whispered lightly in her ear.

Angela grasped the bars as Jennifer pulled close to her from behind. Jennifer's hands slipped around and touched her breasts, cupping each one, kneading the nipples, pulling lightly. Their legs locked again, though with more difficulty. Jennifer slipped her hands down and rubbed Angela's mound softly, cupping her womanhood from behind.

"Oh, the sensations are incredible", Angela said hoarsely, "nothing to focus on except the pleasure and your touch is divine".

Jennifer pulled herself down until she faced Angela's well shaped rear, the lack of gravity giving her the ability to position herself in a way only dreamed of downside. She turned her hand on an angle and slipped it between her partner's legs again cupping her womanhood, but this time letting her finger tips slip between the moist lips. She heard Angela's quick breath as the touch sent a shiver through her.

She spread Angela's legs and bent forward allowing her tongue to dart to her ass place, feeling its firmness on her tongue tip, flicking, pushing, she felt Angela move in increasing pleasure. She rubbed her hands up and down Angela's thighs softly, using them as a way to keep Angela close to her.

"I must have your womanhood", Jennifer said pulling away and turning around so she floated on the other side of Angela. She looked at Angela's open and inviting pussy, now covered with wetness she had brought on. "So pretty and feminine, so inviting. I knew it would be like this." Her tongue darted out and touched the soft skin where her thighs met her womanlips. Angela vibrated momentarily and then she moved her mound to press against the tongue that was so near.

"This is incredible", she thought, her body awash in sensation, her tightness starting to build low in her stomach behind her pussy. She felt Jennifer's tongue, "and now her fingers!", opening her.

Jennifer sensed the way to Angela's female nub and took it in her lips, sucking it, flicking it with her tongue. She held on to one of the bars so that Angela's movements would not push her away, and felt the beginning of the contractions that signaled her onrushing orgasm.

Angela focussed hard, the pressure built and then darkness swept her for a moment.

"Oh ... oh ... oooooooooooo", she moaned, lost over the edge, the intense feeling shot down the top of her thighs, back through her ass, and suffused up through her chest and breasts. Her nipples went rigid, even the soft dry air was almost too much sensation.

She came back and felt Jennifer's tongue sucking at the fluids her body was sharing. She bathed in an warm feeling, "all these times where I felt like I was floating, and now I am, I am".

Jennifer's own arousal was accelerated by the pulsing orgasm that swept Angela's beautiful body. As Angela began to come, she felt the rush of feminine liquid flow heavily onto her tongue, into her mouth and onto her face. "What a delicious feeling and aroma", she thought.

Angela began to subside and she let go of the gym bars and rotated herself into a sixty nine position. She still wanted more of the feel of Jennifer's tongue on her womanhood, but wanted to give the younger woman a sharing of the beautiful, intense pleasure she had given her.

Angela held Jennifer away from her for a moment and let her eyes feast on her shape as her fingers danced over her soft skin. She ran her fingers lightly through the small bush of downy hair that topped her mound and then slipped her fingers around and over her womanhood. She used a technique taught her by one of her early lovers, to drop one finger between the womanlips while grasping the firm outer lips with the rest of her hand and rubbing, rocking back and forth.

Jennifer was already very wet, and Angela's finger went in deeply, feeling the light ridges inside as she slipped into her inner reaches. Momentarily, she could sense the beginning of Jennifer's first orgasm by the frequency of the ripples around her fingertip. She moved forward with her face and brought her mouth along side her hand, licking lightly, stroking with her tongue. She carefully slipped her finger out slowly, not wanting to break the building rhythm and slipped her tongue inside the lips deeply.

"Oh, my God, yes. YES!", Jennifer moaned, "it's more, it's more, so much more..."

Jennifer pressed her mound against Angela's face. "oh ... baby ... take me, take me, ... I'm gone", and the spasms shook her.

Jennifer's own conscience began to dim as she focussed on her intense pleasure, "already so much further than with anyone before ...", the final crest hit her, slammed her with sensual intensity, wave after wave after wave, she cried. Little tears that would have rolled down her face hung there for a moment and then floated away. She bucked once more and finally settled.

"Oh, Angela", she said sobbing and moving back to face her new lover, "I can't believe it, ... I've wanted this so, so long", she put her head against Angela's and pulled her close.

"Shhh, shhh", Angela comforted her, "I know, I now. The first time did the same to me", she whispered.

Jennifer pulled back and looked at her new lover for a minute, her own eyes damp, her mouth and tongue damp, her womanhood damp. Her body aroused and spent at the same time.

"There's no going back is there?", she asked, reaching out.

"No, sweetheart", Angela answered softly, moving in to kiss her again, "there's no going back." Their lips met, they floated there hugging close for several minutes that bore a new eternity for both of them - bodies touching, minds reaching, hearts finding, spirits joined.

[End]

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