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Subject: Journal Entry 211/1023  [ Planetfall: Starships and Surfing ]
Date: 22 Feb 1995 16:10:23 GMT
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Yavar 18, 1023

	I sighed and leaned back in my chair.  I half-debated turning my 
attention to my study of Sumerian poetry, a subject I had developed a 
half-hearted interest in since reading about cameral psychology and 
primitive cultures, but after teaching linear programming for three 
hours I was really not in the mood to try and wrap my brain around a 
culture whose thought patterns were as alien to me as an AI's.  
Perhaps even moreso.

	I grabbed my PADD off the desk and examined my upcoming 
schedule.  I wondered where Aaden and P'nyssa were right now, and the 
schedule only showed Aaden in a meeting on the garden deck and 
P'nyssa would be working in sickbay for another six hours, dispensing 
pills and making sure that the crew would survive to see tomorrow.  

	That didn't help.  I debated looking someone up; there were 
plenty of people on board who I could call on to cuddle with, I 
suppose, but I really wanted to just have some fun.

	"Oh, Lance, is there anything happening on board at this hour?"

	"The swimming pool has just become crowded."

	"Any particular reason?"

	"Probability," Lance replied.  

	In other words, by coincidence a lot of people had decided to go 
swimming that day.  "What the Hell," I said.  "I'll join them."  I 
grabbed a towel from my bathroom and wandered down the hallway to the 
SDisk.  "Recreation and Health," I said.
	>Blip<  I found myself in another long hallway in another part 
of the ship.  I was still in the habit of walking around the ship 
myself and had become used to the layout of the ship, but I knew many 
people whose internal maps of the ship consisted of a SDisk and all 
the points conveniently reachable by it, and then a simple, linear 
list of SDisks on board.  It was a very functional method, but in an 
emergency it could get people in trouble.  I preferred to know my way 
around.  In my head I knew where I was relative to the bridge, the 
engines, and the hull.

	I walked through a revolving door into a room full of screaming 
adolescents and lounging adults, and sometimes it was hard to tell 
the one from the other.  There were also two dolphins swimming 
leisurely in the pool.  I decided that I was here to swim, not sit 
around and watch other people, so shucking my clothes and folding 
them into a neat pile under one of the many tables scattered about 
the tiled deck, I dove into the pool.

	"What have we here?" said a voice behind me as I came back up 
for air.

	"Kumakatta!" I said, surprised to hear the voice of an old 
acquaintance.  Kumakatta was a femDolphin I'd met some years back 
while flying a trip to llerkin.  I turned around and, sure enough, it 
was she.  "Do you mean to tell me you've been slinking around in here 
for the past nine months and I've not known?"

	"Well," she clicked at me, "you know how it is.  Two thousand 
people on board, you could never get to know every one of them.  And 
while you're not exactly a recluse, Ken, I come here every day and 
never see you."  She smiled that distinct, dolphin smile.  "You've 
been too busy with your dry friends.  Surprising, too.  I never 
thought of you as a particularly dry person."

	I chuckled.  "I guess I've been busy, Kuma.  Besides, why didn't 
you just look me up?  Drop me mail?  There were a hundred things you 
could have done for us to get together."

	"Oh, you know."  She turned in the water slowly, a gesture of 
embarrassment.  "You're a busy man."

	"Not too busy for a surf-buddy," I grinned, running one hand 
along her flank playfully.  "I'd've at least known to come down here 
more often."

	She clicked her laughing acceptance.  "I'll remember that.  No 
surf in here, though."

	"No, I guess not."

	"On the other hand, I don't have to wear one of those suits or 
use a BCA just to go swimming, or pretend to go swimming."  I 
chuckled knowingly.  "So what are you doing these days?"

	"I'm playing JOT."

	"Yes," she hissed softly.  "You always were good at that.  So 
what are you jotting now?"

	"Teaching," I said.  "I think I'm going to hang onto it.  I like 
hanging out with the young kids, watching their minds bloom.  Do you 
have any kids, Kumy?"

	"Not with me.  I understand you brought your children with you, 
but to be honest, as a Fen, I didn't think it would be kind of me to 
bring any with me.  Pendor has great oceans we Fen will never fill, 
but space, especially in ships made mostly for you landed kinds, is 
no place for someone not fully grown."  She stopped and swished 
around me in the pool.  "Ken, have I said something wrong?"

	I shook my head.  "No, no.  Sometimes I feel regret for creating 
creatures that cannot share fully in the joys the rest of us have."

	"You mean like the joys of swimming through the sea at forty 
kilometers per hour, leaping into the sky, moving whole mountains 
underwater and sleeping under the stars in peace with seccors to keep 
the sharks away?"

	I chuckled.  "Well put."

	She gave a triple-click that I recognized as a "Hmph."  "You 
people put on powered armor and walk around and throw buildings left 
and right.  I put on whole starships and swim around stars."

	I found myself enjoying her company.  I dove under the water and 
headed for the bottom; she slipped around me, her fins and bodymass 
caressing against me.  As I headed back to the surface, I wondered 
about that.  I broke surface and said, "Kumy?  Come here?"

	"Yaaah?" she said.

	"Was that a pass?"

	"A friendly touch could be interpreted as that, yes."

	"You never did that on llerkin."

	"That wasn't me.  That was just a BCA I drove around."

	"I take it you don't do VR."

	Not unless I know for sure that it's making the starship I drive 
around really sling around that star!"  She dove down into the water.  
Splashing to my right attracted my attention; a crowd of children was 
diving in.  I dove downwards, where she met me.  I grabbed her fin 
and she pulled me towards the deep end, where I let go and headed up.  
Someone dived over my head.  "This place is filling up more than 
before," I pointed out.

	"Yeah," she murred.  "And I've been in here too long.  I think 
my skin is starting to scale."

	I ran my hand along her flank.  "Feels just as smooth and sexy 
to me."

	She laughed again.  "You flatter me.  Would you like to come 
back to my room and help me wash this water off with something more 
appropriate?"

	"Are we really going to do this?"

	"You seemed quite interested in me back on llerkin."

	"That was a long time ago.  It's not that I've lost interest in 
you, Kumy; it's just that I seem to be going through a phase where 
casual screwing around appeals to me a little less."

	"Come back to my room anyway," she said, tossing her head in the 
direction of the exit.  While I lay in the water with her a series of 
nine black sphere cames floating through the air.  Three took up 
positions above her while the others dipped to the water line.  She 
rose out of the water and into the air, shaking her body vigorously 
just to keep from dripping all over the starship.  Actually, the 
hoverspheres would prevent most of that anyway.  "Coming?"

	"Okay, okay," I grinned.  I stepped out and grabbed my towels, 
waving to some of the kids who were calling my name.  I followed her 
out and up a short passageway to her room.  "You're right off the 
recreation area?"

	"Access to water," Kumakatta replied.  "But I actually prefer my 
own room.  Be warned, Ken, the gravity is different in my room"  She 
opened to room and I realized what she was talking about.  About a 
meter from the door stood a wall of water that, from my usual 
perspective, stretched from wall to wall and floor to ceiling.

	"Ah," I said.  I decided that the only way to easily handle a 
ninety-degree shift in gravity as well as immersion in water was to 
dive for it.  So I did.  My ears didn't even have a chance to 
complain at the change in direction as I hit the water and spun 
around, heading for the surface.  Confusion was minimal.

	She dove in behind me, then surfaced next to me as the door 
shut.  "You didn't have to do that, Ken, there's a transition 
platform at the door."

	"Worked better this way," I said.  "But with this layout, you 
didn't need me to come wash you off."

	"No," she agreed, chuckling.  "I just wanted to get you alone 
again."  She sidled up against me gently.  "Just for old time's 
sake."

	I slid my hands along her slick sides, caressing her down the 
length of her huge body.  A female dolphin outmasses me almost by a 
factor of two and only the three-dimensional access granted by her 
watery environment made me feel comfortable maneuvering around her.

	Despite the writings of nearly a dozen science-fiction writers 
prior to Pendor and Earth's meeting, sentient dolphins do not think 
or are even necessarily proficient at haiku.  But some practice it 
just out of a sense of tradition.  They do have their own language of 
clicks and whistles, and in some cases it is overly rife with 
analogy, which sometimes makes haiku a useful tool and almost all of 
them are receptive to it.

	"So often at war,

	Seeing beauty like yours, are

	Temptation and pride!"

	She rolled over, clucking slowly.  "It's a shame that there are 
humans out there who do that so well when I can't even do it all.  
Are you trying to say you're too proud to sleep with me?"

	I swam over to her and caressed her flank slowly.  "No, I'm 
trying to say that I don't know how I'd feel about myself if I slept 
with you so casually," I sighed.  "You're a dear fem, Kumy, but I 
didn't know you so well then, I don't know you well now, and I really 
am not sure about where into my, well, my life I would fit you right 
now."

	"Isn't that what you're doing?"

	"Doing what?"

	"Fitting me into your life?  Right now.  It's all I would really 
like from you, Ken, is to finish the flirting we started so many 
years ago."  She flicked her tail to come face to face with me.  "All 
I want is for you to make me come."

	I grinned and slid my hand along her flank.  "Is that all?"

	An easy flick of the tail and she pressed her skin against me, 
knocking me over slightly.  "That's all," she replied.  "There's a 
submerged platform over there where you can stop treading water."

	"Thanks," I said, diving down and swimming for it.  I found it; 
the water came up just to my chest here as she circled around me.  My 
hands slid along the powerful dorsal ridge, sliding up over her fin 
and back along her tail, then back up.  I felt the slightly puffy 
ridge of her vaginal slit, pressing my fingers up into and caressing 
the first three centimeters or so of it where the nerves were most 
dense and most likely excite her.

	"Yaaahh..." she cooed softly.  "I like that."

	"Good."

	"If I could find someone to do this for me every day, I'd love 
it."

	"Hands aren't good enough?" I asked, referring to the robotic 
manipulators many Dolphins used.  My fingers slid around gently.  I 
have to admit that I was getting a bit of an erection, and chills 
travelled up my spine from the combination of the cool water and the 
moist, hot inside of her cunt.

	"Nah... too hard.  Not as much fun.  Too predictable.  Besides, 
they're not friendly.  I like spectators and participants."

	I chuckled and slid a third finger into her cunny.  She slapped 
her tail against the water and chirred her pleasure.  "Do you have a 
mouthpiece?"

	"Yes.   Cabinet in the corner."

	I stretched for it, got it open, and grabbed the small black 
cylinder, placing it between my teeth.  "There," I said around the 
silicone, "Now I can see what I'm doing."  I dove beneath the water 
and looked up.  My eyes adjusted to the change in refraction easily, 
although they felt peculiar with the added pressure of the nanochine 
reshaping the lenses.  I backed up a little, stroking her flanks and 
underbelly before sliding my fingers back into cunny.

	Through the water, her pleasant chittering reached me even more 
clearly, and I enjoyed the sensation.  My erection returned as she 
shivered and wriggled.  I reached up with my feet and wrapped my legs 
around her tail, relying on her buoyancy to keep her blowhole above 
the water level.  She didn't object.

	I grabbed a dorsal fin with my hand and carefully positioned 
myself so my cock was pressed to her slit, then with the other hand 
aimed.  I pulled myself in with my legs.

	I had almost forgotten how tight Dolpins are.  The males are 
generally smaller than their land-based relatives and that's 
reflected in the shape of the females' vagina.  Also the angle is 
very different, heading up towards the belly at an angle.  I had to 
think before settling into a rhythm that worked for both of us.  At 
least, it worked for me, and from the tremors I felt running through 
her body, it was working for her.  I could feel her flesh quivering 
with little shocks of pleasure as I fucked her sweet body.  She was 
only slightly warmer than the surrounding water, but it was enough to 
be different.  Pulses of deep sound emanated from within her and sank 
through my body, ricocheted off the walls of her cabin and bounced 
off us again.

	I breathed hard through the rebreathing cylinder, clenching my 
teeth to hold it in place.  My wrists were starting to hurt from 
holding on for so long and bucking against her body when she began 
bucking against me.  Her tail went wild, forcing me to hold on even 
more tightly as she began tossing back and forth.  Somewhere in all 
this I came, my pleasure almost blotted out by my struggle to hold on 
as she came.  I don't know if it was a lot of different orgasms or 
one long one, but it seemed to last over a minute.

	As I slid out of her, she rolled away from me in the water onto 
her back, wriggling curiously.  "You're lovely," I said.

	"You weren't bad yourself, Ken," she chirped after righting 
herself.  "Thank you.  I didn't expect you to try to fuck me; most of 
the mels I sneak in here aren't quite so daring."

	"Daring is something I can manage occasionally," I laughed, 
wiping the mouthpiece off and placing it back in the cabinet.  I 
patted her side.  "Thank you, Kumy.  That was actually a nice way to 
spend the evening."

	"You're welcome.  Shall we go back to the pool?"

	"What?"

	"I just want to get some more exercise."  She kicked down into 
the pool and into another room, then returned a few minutes later.  
"Now that I've had my fix of pleasure."

	I shook my head, smiling.  "If this planet has waves..."

	"Then you're going surfing with me!"

	"It's a deal." 
--
"Planetfall: Starships and Surfing"
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