My middle finger eased between her pussylips, just to the first knuckle. Dipping slowly in and out. Then deeper, to run across the soft pad inside jus...t behind her clit. Her breathing was short and sharp. She bit on her lower lip to try to stop the murmers of pleasure she was releasing from becoming too loud.I pushed a second finger inside her, while my thumb started to gently tease her clit. She began to rotate her hips - grinding against me. She was so soaked and responding to every tiny. And I’d bet that in space combat there is little room for error.”“You don’t have to worry about that,” another sneering voice said. I looked over to see the man with the long and pretentious name I had seen at the initial briefing when the front half of the ship had been loaded. He was sitting in the second row, but had put his feet up on one of the seats in the front row as he lounged in his chair.“Expecting to be in charge?” I asked.“Of course,” the man said. “I was a CEO on Earth. I can run. "Where are you headed?" she asked."Oh, just back to my room, what are you up to?" Not much, can I come with you? Are you busy right now?" No, I was just going back to my room after class." Can I come with you? I wanted to show you something."She was carrying an art portfolio so I figured I was going to see some of the drawings she'd made of me.Once we got to my room, I asked her, "What was it you wanted to show me?" and she put her case down and began unbuttoning her blouse."Well, I've seen you. Prendergast however, thanked Ben and allowed him to go, telling Angela to go look after her friend. While Ben easily picked up the unconscious Marcie, Angela grabbed her backpack and Marcie's, and followed him out the door.Ben's friend Brian, sensing an opportunity, and not wanting Ben to be the one to hold on to Angela while Marcie was looked after, quickly gathered up his and Ben's things and the hall pass and went to hold the door open for Ben. Mrs. Prendergast allowed him to leave with them.