Rogue One - 01 - Sex Stories

Rogue One - 01

... about it.”

She turned to face Rogue, put her hand on his shoulder, and asked plaintively, “Can you really stop them?”

Rogue stood very still looking directly into Darlene’s eyes, then he slumped slightly, “Archie says they can do it. But I really don’t understand anything he is saying. I’m just a glorified taxi and delivery driver.”

“Then we are all going to die,” Darlene sobbed.

“Maybe,” Rogue answered, staring at the floor, “or maybe not.” After a pause, he added in a very flat voice, “At least it will be quick.”

“Don’t let me die a virgin,” Darlene said suddenly. She had composed herself and was looking directly into Rogue’s eyes. “I want to at least know what I could have had if these... things... hadn’t come along.”

“Uh,” Rogue sputtered, “uh, sure, but that might be a bit difficult here on Two Omega.”

Darlene smiled at him and said, “You’ve seen the entire base. It’s just the control room and this hallway to our quarters. Unless you count the small kitchen area behind Commander Blackstone’s desk and the small exercise room behind that.” She shrugged and pointed to the five doors in the hallway. “They give us separate rooms,” she said almost brightly, “so we feel like we have a space of our own.” She gave Rogue a quick smile and said, “Evidently, that is supposed to keep a female crew happier.”

“Or keep you out of each other’s beds,” Rogue said with a laugh.

“That doesn’t stop Julie and Jennifer,” Darlene said with a snicker.

When Rogue ...

... said, “Who?” Darlene quickly said, “Security. You met them when you landed.”

“Oh,” Rogue said as Darlene pulled him through one of the bedroom doors.

The room was rather Spartan– a desk, a chair, a rather large vid screen, and a single-sized bed that was directly in front of the door.

“How do we do this?” Darlene asked, looking around the room. “Do we pretend we just came home from a date? Or should I try dancing sexy or something?”

“Let’s start with me telling you my real name,” Rogue said, and he pulled Darlene into his arms. “I am Roger Montague the Third. That’s the name that was on my shuttle. But when I crashed on Archie’s asteroid, the ship... and me... were all shot to hell. All the bug people could read was the first part of Roger, the last part of Montague, and one of the three I’s. When I finally woke up, Archie and his people had rebuilt my ship... and me... and they had decided that my name was Rogue One.” He looked around the room and then said, “I decided that Roger Montague III died in the attack on Colony Seven. But Rogue One is going to make a difference for Colony Two... or die trying.”

“Oh, Rogue!” Darlene said loudly just before she mashed her mouth over his. There wasn’t a lot of conversation after that. They stood entwined in the center of the room as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Soon hands began to slip under clothing, and shortly thereafter clothing began dropping on the floor.

“How’d you get your shoes off,” Darlene asked ...