Next Time would be Different : Kara/random Cadet
Kara Thrace was nothing like I expected. Everyone had tried to warn me about how cruel and unfeeling she was, told me how much she drank, and how she was the “best damn pilot we’ve got.” I expected her to act like any pilot jock, but even that expectation she exceeded. Kara “Starbuck” Thrace was a legend. The first time I “met” her was in a corridor on Galactica. I say “met” because she happened to be running by and was addressed by the Admiral. Her face glistened, her hair sticking to her neck and forehead. After a brief greeting, she continued her jog down the corridor. The Admiral watched her go, slightly shaking his head and smiling. It was rumored that the Admiral considered Starbuck like a daughter.
When I was first assigned to Galactica, I thought it could be a fun challenge. I got the challenge part right. I was as part of the flight crew and would eventually be trained as a pilot. I was stationed under Galen Tyrol, who by reputation was the best mechanic Galactica had ever seen. He had a temper though so I was told to watch what I said in front of him. I tried to learn everything I could from him, from his unconventional thinking, to his cool demeanor around just returned “hotheaded” pilots. He was a great mentor, but I really wanted to fly too.
The first time I slept with Kara was hard and fast. I’d never slept with another woman before, only fantasized about it. Many people thought I did it so she’d teach me to fly. I did it because we were drunk and she wanted a quick frak. I had dressed quickly and quietly as I heard her sigh and turn over, her back to me. I left disgraced. I hope she enjoyed it more than I did, and I hoped there would be a next time after she threw me out of her rack that night.
There was a next time. We weren’t as drunk, but she still wanted a quick frak. I was mildly delighted that she asked me when there were a number of people in the rec room to choose from, but she chose me anyway. She walked past the table I was at as she was leaving and, hardly looking at me, asked me to come to her quarters. She told me to leave five minutes later, then left. When I turned up, there was no one else there. I cleared my throat, unsure of the proper protocol for this event. “Sir?” I asked the silent and apparently deserted room. “Come here” was the reply. Even though I couldn’t see her, I walked over to Starbuck’s rack and there she was, in her trunks. She was smoking a cigar and smelled faintly of ambrosia. She appeared to be deep in thought. “Lock the hatch” she instructed. I did so. Walking back to her, she instructed me to neatly undress myself and come up to her. I folded my clothes as I took them off and climbed up to her rack. She didn’t make room for me so I stood on the ladder waiting for further instructions. “Get a move on Cadet” she had told me lightly patting the space closest to the wall. To get there, I realized I would have to carefully crawl over her. Perhaps this was her intention. Gingerly I stepped off the ladder and began to crawl into her rack. I had one had and foot balancing on one side of her as I carefully brought my other hand and foot to her other side. In doing so, I bumped my head on the top of her rack and almost fell on top of her. “Watch yourself Cadet” she mused. I was now lying on her other side, completely nude and totally unsure what to do with myself. She sighed audibly and threw her cigar across the room. I tried to stretch out as well as I could, but the best I could manage was lying on my back with my arms at my sides. I stared at the top of the bunk hoping she would do something soon. I wished I had gotten under the blanket.
She slowly turned to her side, glancing at my face, then giving my body a once over. “You’ll do” I heard her mutter, her eyes lingering on my breasts. “Sir?” I asked. “Listen to me Cadet, here’s how this is going to work. Even though the hatch is locked, we may be disturbed. If this happens you’re not allowed to leave. No one is supposed to know you’re here, so you’ll keep your trap shut and spend the night in this rack and when everyone leaves for their duty shifts tomorrow you can go. Got that?” I nodded. “Do you understand Cadet?” she asked exasperatedly. “Yes sir,” I said hastily. Spending the night in Starbuck’s rack, with Starbuck? This would be different. “You must also understand that I am always in control. You will do as you’re told, Cadet, nothing more or less. Understood?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good well let’s begin.” I saw her eyes flick to my breasts again, my nipples hardening under her glance. She smiled, mysteriously. I felt embarrassed but excited at the same time. In her tanks and shorts she looked more womanly, more attractive, than in her flight suit. I hadn’t gotten a chance to study her, let alone look at her, the last time. She looked bored. “Come on Cadet, do something.” She suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me closely to her. She smiled, and I had no idea what to do. Her fingers grazed my back, scratching slightly, so I tried to do the same. My fingers began to travel under her tanks up her back until she stiffened. Her skin was surprisingly smooth under my fingers. “No Cadet, remember what you agreed to? You’re to do as you’re told, and I did not tell you to do that.” So I was to be her play thing. I could deal with this for now, but if there was a next time it would be different.
She continued to run her fingers up and down my back as I lay on my side with my arm over her hip. I itched to do something, but I did as I was told and lay quietly, beginning to fall asleep. She moved her hand to my breast and squeezed it slightly, pinching my nipple till it hardened. She continued to roll it between her fingers, a smirk forming on her lips. Abruptly she stopped and watched me as I slowly opened my eyes and looked into her face. She knew I wanted her to continue. If I was to be her play thing, I might as well enjoy it. She pinched my nipple again, causing me to gasp, and her smirk broadened into a smile. “What did I tell you about being quiet?” She pinched my nipple harder and I whimpered, unintentionally. Her eyes narrowed as she continued her vice-grip on my nipple. I said nothing, lowering my eyes. Her hand moved down my abdomen, and I longed for her to keep touching me. Her hand continued over my stomach and down my leg to my knee. Hooking her fingers under my knee she said, “Bend your knee Cadet.” I did so, giving her full access to my body. Her smirk widened further. I must have looked shocked or scared. “Remember Cadet,” she spoke softly, moving closer to whisper in my ear, “I can do anything I want because I outrank you.” Her breath was hot against my face. “You’ll do as your told too, not just because you agreed to it, but because if you don’t” I gasped again as she pressed her fingers against my clit, “I’ll see to it that you’re never allowed on the flight deck again. Got that?” “Yes sir” I said breathlessly almost moaning in sheer delight from her touch. She lightly circled my clit.
As her fingers moved, my hips began to stir in a similar motion. “Lay still Cadet.” I looked at her in disbelief. How was I to keep still when this woman was rubbing my clit? I took a deep breath and tried to keep still as she continued with her thumb. I felt her fingers graze over my center, spreading the lips there. I was wet. I felt one finger gently enter me. I suppressed a gasp. I was surprised, expecting her to take me more roughly. Next she thrust two fingers, a little less gently. The walls of my center contracted around her fingers. “That’s it Cadet. You can enjoy this quietly.” I breathed deeply, the smell of my sex filling her rack. “Harder,” I pleaded. “Harder? Am I mistaken or did I just hear you order me to do something? That's not how this works, Cadet. You do as I say, not the other way around," but her fingers began to thrust faster and harder.
I felt my climax building. My breath came faster. “Good Cadet.” Her voice was husky in my ear. “I want you to come for me Cadet. I want you to come right now.” I was close, but not that close. Her fingers thrust faster and rubbed harder. Finally my abdominals contracted and I half sat up as my legs shook uncontrollably. As I lay back down my breathing unevenly she almost soothed, “That’s it Cadet.”
When I’d settled back into the bed, she removed her fingers and began to wipe them on the sheets. I took her hand and brought her fingers to my mouth, expecting her to like this, as I sucked my juices from her callused fingers. She smiled, pushing them deeper into my mouth making me gag a little. “Hmm, so you can be trained.” Trained? “You’re a free spirit Cadet. You need to reign that in around here - there’s only enough room for one hot-shot pilot and that’s me.” “Uh, yes sir” I replied. “I can teach you, Cadet, but you have to put the work in. You have to promise me that you’ll work and that you’ll do as you’re told. Can you do that?” “Yes sir. I’ll work hard and I’ll be good. I promise.” She smiled at me, gently stroking my cheek. I turned my head and kissed the palm of her hand. She slapped me. “I did not tell you to do that Cadet. I thought you said you were going to do as you were told?”
“Yes sir, but I - I thought”
“You don’t think, Cadet, you do as you’re told.” My cheek stung where she’d struck me but I resolved to do anything she told me, within reason. “Turn over.” I did so, my back facing her. I felt her move closer, her fully clothed body curling behind my naked self. She wrapped her arm around my waist, pinning me to her. I lay there stiffly waiting for further instruction or for her to fall asleep. A few minutes later she told me to get out. I had expected this and slowly untangled myself from her. As I crawled over her I felt her fingers graze my thigh, but I kept moving, following orders. I dressed quickly and sloppily. To my horror, as I reached the hatch I heard someone trying to open it from the other side. “Clean up your act Cadet” I heard her say, “or else this will all be a figment of your imagination.” “Yes sir” I mumbled trying to leave quickly before this person broke through the door. As I opened it, much to my embarrassment, it was Captain Adama. “Sir! Uh, Captain,” I made a lousy attempt at a salute. “Cadet” he acknowledged me with a nod, pushing past me into the senior officer’s quarters. As the hatch was closing I heard him inquire about my presence. Starbuck’s reply was simply “she was here for my amusement.” I bowed my head as the hatch shut and walked quickly to my own rack. Next time would be different.