The worst thing about working a job at a spaceport is the fact that you have to deal with some of the WEIRDEST people. No joke, I’ve met people from Earth who are fucking bizarre. They talk in funny ways, and they dress really weird. I honestly wish they would just stay on their own planet. They come to Mars and breathe my air whenever they disembark. These fucking people need to go. Honestly, they are all totally disgusting. And don’t think that makes me a planetist. Have you seen what they have done to their world? After the war with the Colonies, there is insane levels of pollution orbiting, which ends up falling back to the surface and smashing into all kinds of shit. My favorite thing that I read was when a destroyed Colony was falling toward Earth, and they had to nuke it to divert its orbit. Then they get very upset when the fallout becomes an issue, and the EMP that precedes it knocks out their satellites. How stupid are these people?!
I honestly wish there was some kind of wall that could go up between our planet and there’s. I’m sure there are good people on Earth, but the bulk of them are fucking idiots. Now, the Colonials I like. Those people got it all figured out. Some of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. But the damn earthlings are trouble. I don’t bother with them as much as I can. But being a shuttle traffic controller is what it is. It isn’t a glamorous job, but the pay is good. You do what you gotta do, am I right? And it’s all worth it for what waits for me when I get home. Because today is a special day. For what happens as my shift is ending.
I get to the end of the terminal. The sun is going down. It’s there that I see her. The love of my life. I look at her long, flowing, dirty-blonde hair and I feel instantly better. It’s been three weeks since I saw her last. The price one pays for having a girlfriend that works in natural resource satellite mining. The girl was complaining about it the whole time she was being interviewed for it. But I could tell that she really wanted this job. Sure, being apart sucked. However, I knew that if I didn’t push her to get the job, she would be pissed at me for the rest of her life. The girl spent years in the Colonies to get her engineering degree. If she didn’t put it to work, it would have driven her nuts. To be honest, that could have been the end of us. Thankfully, I have the gift of foresight. I could tell that she would be happier doing this work. And I was right. It made it all worth it for these moment. The moments where she’d be waiting at the terminal. She didn’t have to. She could have gotten a taxi to go home. But she was waiting there patiently, for me to get off my shift. Almost made me not want to have this moment end.
The moment where I see her gorgeous, very long hair. Since she doesn’t work in space, they don’t make her cut it. One of the mining engineers who worked inside the stations. It looks so good this long. Granted, long hair does go everywhere when she sleeps. Been days where it felt like I was tangled up in that hair in the morning. Gave her shit, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Well, unless she wanted to cut it. Can’t stop a woman with a purpose. Guys and gals who have a girlfriend, you can back me up on this, right? Never seen her with short hair. Maybe that would be hot too. She was still in uniform. A black jumpsuit. It was very unflattering, but it’s all good. Like most women, she was super self-conscious. Girl said she was fat. Sure, there was some pudge on her. But it is minuscule. No joke, it’s five or ten extra pounds, at most. The truth is that the bulk of what she has is muscle. Mostly upper-body. Arms that could snap me in half. Under the pudge is plenty of muscle. To be a mining gal, wanting to look hot. Females. They are the ultimate enigma. She works with roughnecks, but wants to be a knock-out in a dress. Which she does. The girl looks fantastic. And a dress shows off her fantastic bust. Sorry, it’s a fetish. Did this get too personal? Oh well. You’re still reading, so there it is. But this does have a point.
Sitting there, looking down at her pad. Swiping through some Net stories. To see that beautiful face there. I could savor that forever. But it had to end. She looks up, and meets my gaze. Another moment I wish I could savor – when she brightens up and starts running over. The girl damn-near knocks me over when she jumps into my arms. Her lips meet mine and it’s so wonderful. Every time. It’s been a little over a year since she started this job, but it was always like this. People keep asking how the two of us are able to keep our spark in the relationship going the way we do. I think it’s because we are able to truly appreciate one-another’s company because we are apart so much. Three weeks on, three weeks off. That’s how it works.
She pulls back. “Hey, babe!”
“Hey you! Have a good trip?”
Getting down, she picks up her bag and we start walking out. She puts her arm around mine and stays close. “As good as an be expected. We were having some problems with the artificial gravity of the site. Waking up to zero-g is weird. Worse – waking up to partial gravity. It can make certain things weird. Like going to the bathroom. There were times I didn’t know if it would be turning off or not. Worrying about seeing your own shit flying around is a scary thought.”
I burst out laughing. We both did. I’m sure people thought the two of us were nuts, but how can you not?! As gross as that is, I would honestly have paid to see her reaction to it. Bet it would have been priceless.
“Why was the gravity having issues?”
“Oh, the centrifuge is damaged. Again! I swear, the filters in that place must be the shittiest model we could find. Because we can’t do on-site mining in zero-g. So the workers are just sitting around twiddling their thumbs. It’s frustrating. What’s more, the whole colony could start having issues. That’s serious. If gravity in the whole place goes off, then tons of people are at risk. I might end up being laid off for a few while they do extensive overhauls.” There was a very worried tone in her voice.
“It’ll be alright, B.”
She lays her head on my arm. “I know. We have plenty saved up. But I just don’t like having to worry about the future, you know? I mean, what happens if the repairs are so extensive that we have to overhaul the colony itself? Then I’m out of a job for a year. Maybe more.”
“Couldn’t you get on with another company?”
She shook her head. “I could, but I don’t want to. This company has been good to me, and I’m not the type to jump ship at the first sign of trouble. Besides, we have plenty saved up. It might eat into our savings to get to Ganymede, but still.”
“I hear ya. It’s good to be loyal. One of the qualities I like.” I squeeze her hand. Girl gives me a smile. So beautiful.
“Please tell me you have something delicious in mind for dinner! I am starving!”
Giving her a wink. “Don’t I always?” That’s not just me saying that. If I didn’t, we are screwed. My girl has many admirable qualities. Can’t cook to save her life. Girl’s burned cereal. Not even kidding.
Say that I’m being unoriginal all you want, but the thing that I was making that night was homemade pizza. Pizza is the greatest food to ever exist. Period. There will never be another food like it. The reason that neither B nor I could ever be truly thin was because we both love this food source too much. It’s not our fault that it is the most delicious food in existence. That’s a fact. A life fact. We ate and talked and enjoyed each other’s company in a way that I always missed. When it came back, it was always like the first time. We decided to take a shower together.
Contrary to media, sex in the shower is awkward. Hence why we didn’t do it. This was all about the two of us making out and enjoying each other being soapy. Got to clean a lot of grime off of her body. The girl was in heaven. Plus, I got to have some fun with a little fetish of mine. Don’t care what you think. I have yet to hear her complain. Which brings me to the last part of the night.
If you think that anniversary or birthday or whatever sex is good, you haven’t had it until you’ve had prolonged absence sex. So many guys I know say that they don’t get how I can deal with not having it for weeks at a time. They don’t know what I do – that the hottest sex I have ever had was when she would come home. That night, every time, we would have some of the most insane fucking that humanity can possibly come up with. Because there are weeks of sexual tension that the two of us are letting out all at once. She can’t masturbate on site, because the employees bunk together. My girl’s too nice to make things awkward like that. So she has all the tension that’s been building and building all explode on me at once. It is the most fantastic thing that has ever been or will ever be. I love it more than life itself. Typically because, by the end of the night, I am wondering if I am going to wake up the next day. Not only is it hot, but it is EXHAUSTING! You feel like you are about to die. The girl has infinitely more energy than I do. I don’t know how she does it. It’s insane.
Afterwards, when the two of us are able to get back to bed (it always starts there, but almost never ends there), we just lay there. I look out the window at the stars. You’d think the city would have a lot of light pollution. But since there isn’t the same kind of pollution in the atmosphere like there is on Earth, there is virtually none. So many beautiful stars beaming down at us. This world is so beautiful. Terraforming Mars was the best thing that we could have done. Laying there, with a naked woman in my arms and a skyline unlike anywhere else in the Sol system. At least not that I’ve seen. Who knows, I may end up getting to see something truly spectacular. The future is never what one thinks it to be.
It’s then that I feel her fidgeting in my arms. She’s looking up at me.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I look down at her. “I love you too, B. With all my heart.”
The girl buries herself into me, and I know that I am the luckiest man in the system. Maybe the universe. Who knows. Maybe some alien on Grognar 9 has it better. I’ll ask him if I meet the guy.
Until next time, a quote,
“We are not given a good life or a bad life. We are given a life. It’s up to us to make it good or bad.” -Ward Foley