Afterburner Sunsets E-Book

George Saoulidis

• Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

When the new girl in town stumbles on a couple with a very unique relationship, she decides to help them with an unconventional solution. But will she manage to keep them together despite the cosmic forces trying to keep them apart, when the very nature of the solution she proposed can get in the way of the couple and when her university professor is opposed to the project?

Leseprobe

Contents

Title Page

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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Copyright © 2019 George Saoulidis

Published by Mythography Studios

CHAPTER ONE

The double sunset cast a faint, secondary shadow next to the long one.

Dimitra bit her lip and held the hot chocolate carefully. She spilled some on the little plate below the cup, cursing herself all the way.

"What do you do up here every evening?" she asked, bringing the man his beverage and setting it before him.

He looked up sideways, lost in his thoughts. It took him an extra second to realise he was being spoken to. He pointed at the empty chair across the small table. "My girlfriend and I, we're in an increasing-distance relationship," he said with a sigh.

Dimitra squinted at him, shaking her head. "That can't possibly be a thing."

"Oh, it is!" he chuckled, opening his eyes in an expression of surrender. "I'm down here, I'm Trip by the way, and Persephone is up there on the generation ship." He pointed at the second bright spot on the sky.

Dimitra followed his finger to the fire in the sky. "I'm Dimitra," she deadpanned, still looking up.

"I'm looking up at the sunset, or, more specifically, at the afterburner sunset." He waved in the general direction.

"What's that? I'm new in town," Dimitra chuckled, holding the tray against her belly.

Trip sat forward, putting his elbows on the table. "Lots of people come to this cafe around this time of day to watch it, this is the best spot in town. Just before the sunset, couples show up and watch the golden-red sky. It's the only time that the sky is dark enough and the afterburner bright enough to be seen among the stars. It's sort of like Venus, which is mistakenly called the brightest star in the night sky. The generation ship's afterburners are powerful enough, bright enough to be seen with the naked eye. For a few more years, that is..." he finished with his voice trailing off.

"Wow..." Dimitra said, her voice small. "So romantic. So you look up at her, and she looks back on Earth?"

"She's somewhere behind that burn, yes."

They stayed in silence for a while.

He turned up to look at her, then towards the bar. "Aren't there customers to service? Not that I mind chatting with you..." he quickly added.

Dimitra plopped her butt on the chain opposite his and smiled wide at him.

"I-I don't understand..." he stuttered, looking back and forth. The place was busy and no one would notice a girl pretending to wait tables, despite her not wearing a uniform or anything.

"I don't really work here," Dimitra said and threw the tray like a frisbee. It clattered on the floor and against a table's leg.

"Okay... Then what are you really doing?" He nodded, seeming to get it. "You're a reporter, aren't you? The one that's been nagging me for ages."

"What?" Dimitra squealed. "No. I'm not. I just saw you coming here, then sitting all alone and thought I'd introduce myself."

He squinted at her. "But you didn't introduce yourself. I did. And you brought me my hot chocolate, you didn't act like a patron."

"Yeah..." she sighed, propping her upper body on her arms, her hands on the seat and bobbing back and forth. "I kinda do these things, you know? Impulsive ones. I really don't know anybody in town, I really am new here. And I thought you were cute and I saw you tapping an order for one, so I said, why not chat you up?"

He smiled awkwardly. "Okay... Thanks, but I just said I'm in a relationship."

She breathed out slowly, sagging on the chair with her entire upper body. "I know..."

They said nothing for a while. She clicked her tongue in an annoying way and he sipped his hot chocolate.

"I'm gonna go," she said and stood up. He must have said something to her but she hurried away, never having felt so embarrassed before in her life.

CHAPTER TWO

"Oh, yeah, push it deeper," Persephone moaned, recorded the videoclip and then pressed send. She stopped rubbing herself and waited seven minutes for the message to get to Trip. Then another seven minutes for him to get back to her... Sigh.

Her funk was gone. She stood up, put her negligee back on and went to make some dinner. For Trip, it was nighttime, just after a romantic sunset. For her, there was no sunset. Sure, the ship rotated but it was far too quick to consider that a proper day's rotation. They saw the sun rise and set forty times a day, and to be honest, she never quite understood what Trip saw in the whole sunset deal. Persephone puffed her cheeks and her finger hovered over the food selector.

Papapah... What to eat? Bland yellow food or bland green food? The yellow one. She pressed it and the food printer started to make her a corn bread. It was chewable, along with some jam. But she didn't have the credits for a new jar, so she licked the jar clean, rubbing the bread along the inside all around, making sure she got every little bit of deliciousness.

Mmm.

Yup, a nice dinner.

Her terminal glinged. She shot up, tapped to see his message. He was jerking off, showing her his abs, she liked his abs, a lot, and he simply said, "Oh, yeah, baby, take it all," while he breathed heavily and masturbated. Persephone could see it all, she'd asked him to position the camera that way. She sighed, her mood was completely gone.

Still, this was what they had available in their relationship.

Persephone sat back down on her chair and opened her legs and her nightgown, showing off her wares for the camera. She touched herself, finding it completely dry, which was not a surprise for her. This was pointless, Trip couldn't last more than five minutes, tops. He'd probably be done with himself by now, already wiped the mess off.

She forced herself to act horny, putting her lips forward and rubbing her clit between her index and middle finger. There was something happening, something... Ah... yeah...

Nope.

She sent the clip like that, pretending to get off. She added a bit of text, "Baby, I came sooo hard! You were amazing, your dick is so perfect." Then she added some surprised and naughty emojis, and tapped 'send.'

Persephone sighed, then licked the edge of her lips, she had jam there. She licked her fingers, which tasted more like her pussy than strawberry jam, and then stood up, putting her pajamas on again. It was cold in space. The only good that came out of this whole deal was that her tits looked tight and pointy on camera for her boyfriend.

Feeling cold, sad, hungry, and unsatisfied, she crawled inside her tiny bunk before her younger sister returned.

Zoe walked in with her eyes covered. "Are you done sexting?" She felt her way around the tiny quarters, it wasn't that hard to memorise it all. "Eww, something is sticky over here."

"It's just jam," Persephone snapped at her. The little cunt was so annoying, sometimes she swore she wanted to choke her.

Zoe looked at her hand. "Oh, right. Phew, dodged a bullet there!" Then she turned to Persephone. "Wait, you didn't use this during..." She trailed off, nodding with innuendo.

"Jeez, no!" I just got hungry, had dinner.

"Oh. Saved some for me?"

"You know the answer to that is negatory."

"Fuck you too, sis." Zoe crawled into her own bunk bed, which required her to step on the side of Persephone's to get up there.

"Ow! My leg, watch it."

"Not my fault you're all over the place," Zoe said with no remorse and vanished under her own bedsheets.

There was a long silence.

"It's pointless," Persephone said softly.

"What is?"

"My relationship. Trip, all of this! It's not like we can ever hope to meet in person! Heck, we're literally flying kilometres apart every second that passes."

Zoe's head appeared from the side of the bunk bed, her short hair falling around her face. "It sucks, Persephone, I know. Do you love him?"

"Yes!" Persephone spat back. "Fuck, yes, I do love him! But it's hard, you know? And it's getting harder every day..."

Zoe frowned and pressed her lips in a worried expression. She reached down and held her hand there.

A second passed, and then Persephone reached out and held it. "You know, sometimes you're not that much of a little cunt," she nodded.

"And sometimes, I can understand what you're going through, sis," Zoe said, putting her face back on the side of her matress, but still holding on.

A minute passed.

"Can I let go? I'm getting sore over here."

"Not yet," Persephone said. She pressed her eyes shut, taking it in. Then she let go. "Now you can let go."

Zoe's hand vanished back on the top bunk.

She heard a sniff. Then another. "What's that smell? Persephone, eww!"

CHAPTER THREE

Trip squinted at her. “You’re here again,” he said sharply, but he seemed a lot less annoyed than he pretended to be.

Dimitra plopped herself on the chair opposite the table. “Okay, hear me out. I’m not a stalker, by the way. It’s just… I’ve been thinking about your situation all day, and I have come up with a possible solution for you.”

Trip frowned, yet again. “Solution to what exactly?” He made a fist on the table, he seemed to want his chocolate right about now. The setting was the same as yesterday, the afterburner sunset, the quiet buzz of the café, the golden-red hues everywhere. He was a fine-looking man, he seemed to work out and had good taste in clothes.