Chapter 5 � Exploring!
Padmé doesn’t know where she is. She’s walking on sand under an overwhelming blue sky. The sun is blinding. No, two suns. One bright sun that looks white, just like Naboo’s yellow sun, and the other sun orange and a bit lower in the sky.
There’s so much light that her eyes are hurting until they adjust. She’s following a very tall man with long brown hair who’s wearing a tan poncho over a dark cloak. There’s dust and sand in the wind. They’re in a desert with dunes in the distance all around them, and they’re headed toward a city of white round houses.
As she looks down and her eyes adjust, she sees she’s wearing light shoes�gray shoes and black loose trousers under a cobalt-blue blouse with long loose sleeves and it’s covered with a gray tunic. And she has very long hair, so long that it can only mean she’s Queen of Naboo.
She suddenly recognizes her outfit. Now she knows where she is and when�this is the very day she first met Anakin, in Mos Espa on a desert planet located in the inner side of the galaxy’s Outer Rim, not all that far from Naboo in hyperspace. She’s on Tatooine.
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Padme sees white rounded houses lining up a dusty street. Why is she alone? She’s scared! Where’s Qui-Gon?! He told her to stay close to him, a command she loves to obey. Qui-Gon is a tall, majestic Jedi who always remains calm and composed no matter what.
Then she sees him at the door of one of those ivory houses. He stands so very tall in his dark brown Jedi cloak, the pale beige of his tunic matching the house’s wall. He looks like he belongs there.
The greying of his brown hair and his trimmed beard accentuate his dignified look. He must be around forty-five, maybe fifty. He’s a very wise man and a great advisor, but although she’s a teenager, Padme suddenly realizes she has never viewed him as a fatherly figure, but really as a man who happens to be a Jedi Master.
As she walks to him under Tatooine’s sunlight, she suddenly comes to the realization that he’s the real reason why she made his guards Captain insist that he take her with him.
He looks worried as he watches her approach. She runs to him and flings herself in his arms.
“Padmé! I told you to stay close to me!”
“Ooh, Qui-Gon! I’m so afraid! Hold me!”
As she rests her head on his high and large chest, Padmé Amidala, the recently elected Queen of planet Naboo, feels his warmth and just loves to be in his arms. She feels safe with him. There’s something more. His closeness makes her feel all funny inside. She’s suddenly not a queen anymore, just a teenage girl filled with curiosity and feeling drawn�oh, so irresistibly drawn to a man for the very first time.
She senses that Qui-Gon has sensed her arousal, for she feels a bit of nervousness in him, just before he gently pushes her away from him and holds her at arms length. He looks down on her and speaks as one speaking to a child... She loves his manly voice! She could stand there and listen to him speak for hours!
“Padmé, don’t be a silly girl! I’m a Jedi. But don’t go outside without me. Just don’t!”
She looks up to him. His dignified face is so high above hers! How tall he is! Is he... She begins wondering how big he could be down there. She blushes. She looks down at his belt and sees a hint of his lightsaber. Her eyes wander briefly where his crotch should be under his tunic, and she can tell he feels uneasy. Is he bigger than the handle of his lightsaber? What would it feel like to hold it?
“Dinner’s ready!” says a woman from within the house. Shmi!
Padmé runs into the house and yes, this is Shmi! Alive?! Yes, alive. She stands there in her simple slave’s dress, her hair wonderfully dark and her eyes filled with goodness.
Padmé runs to her and hugs her.
“Oh, Shmi! Shmi... I’m so happy to see you again! Ooh, hug me...”
Padmé realizes that she and Shmi aren’t alone. Jar Jar Binks is already sitting at the table, next to a blond boy, and the Gungan’s long tongue extends to grab a fruit by stickying to it in an unnerving slurping sound�but even this brings her back to a happy memory.
Then, there’s the boy, perhaps 9 or 10 years old. He’s gazing at her as if she were an angel, his hair of the brightest blond and covering his forehead in a very boyish style. Anakin! Yes, Anakin, and he’s a child. And she’s a teenager again. As if she needed confirmation, she looks down at her own bosom and much to her chagrin, she sees that her boobs are slightly smaller.
As she sits at the table and apologizes for being so tired and reckless, she catches her reflection in a stainless steel bowl and sees her long brown hair arranged in a very elaborate style, cast back under a braid that looks a bit like a diadem and forming a bun at the back of her head wherefrom it falls free all the way to the small of her back.
Qui-Gon sits at the other end of the table. For no reason other than showcasing her long hair, Padmé looks all the way to her right, as if looking at something she had dropped. Then she quickly turns back ahead and catches the Jedi looking at her. Yes, his eyes lingered a split-second on her before he looked away!
She smiles. She feels all funny inside and starts to eat after thanking Shmi.
***
This is her first dinner with Qui-Gon Jinn, Shmi, Anakin and the Gungan. She keeps looking at Qui-Gon Jinn all the time. Why is she feeling so funny? She got butterflies in her stomach! She’s hungry, yet she doesn’t feel all that hungry and barely touches her food, but she does drink a lot of that blue bantha milk, discovering and instantly liking the hefty beverage.
“It’s blue. It matches my blouse!” she says and giggles as she drinks.
She starts daydreaming; she tries to imagine what it would be like to kiss Qui-Gon Jinn, with his manly beard gently brushing her chin... To feel his warmth, and... yes, to feel him against her... or inside her. It must feel so nice!
Padmé has to muster all her skills as a Queen to avoid becoming a silly giggling girl, but at times, she just stares at Qui-Gon with fascination. He’s so immensely powerful, and so tranquil in his strength!
After dinner, Padmé is alone with Shmi for the first time, in the kitchen. Anakin is preparing for bed and trying to teach C-3PO to answer riddles while R2-D2 is teasing his new droid friend. Qui-Gon-Jinn is upstairs and outside, probably keeping watch and using the Force to sense any upcoming threats.
To Shmi, she was always just Padmé. She will never forget the electricity and the tingle on her skin as she helped Shmi put things in neat order for the next day and her hand met hers as she grabbed a cup. It just happened. Their hands met; she looked into her wonderful eyes, dark, lighted with mystery, just like her raven hair. Shmi was beautiful through the goodness of her heart even more than her slender figure. Padmé could never explain why she felt so strongly attracted to Shmi. She just was.
Then, Shmi excuses herself and goes upstairs where Qui-Gon is after clapping her hands and telling Anakin it’s bedtime. Padmé feels sudden jealousy. Is Shmi going to kiss Qui-Gon and then sleep with him?
Padmé makes her decision then�She’s going to have sex with the Jedi Master. She’s curious about sex and he’s within her reach! She would never do such a thing under normal circumstances, but the situation is anything but normal. She nearly got raped by Nemoidians on Naboo, then her ship nearly got destroyed�and would probably have been if it hadn’t been for R2-D2�when they escaped the blockade.
She’s scared. Scared of dying. Scared of dying without knowing what it’s like to make love with a man she’s strongly attracted to. She feels it’s all right to seek sex in such an extreme situation.
All she has to do is to come to him. There’s no way a woman in her mid-thirties can rival her youth. Padmé knows this instinctively.
As she begins preparing for bedtime, she’s soaking wet from thinking about how it would feel if Qui-Gon undressed her and kissed her everywhere.
She’s Queen of Naboo, but she’s also a blossoming girl who has the right to live and explore her own sexuality, especially now. If she has to die young, then she isn’t going to die a virgin! And yet, something tells her that she’s kidding herself, that even if she were safe on Naboo, she would still want him.
The notion of sex with Qui-Gon Jinn has always been somewhere in the back of her mind, right from the moment he and his Padawan freed her party from the battle droids.
Logically, she should have felt more attracted to Obi-Wan his Padawan, who’s much younger and closer in age, but for some unknown reason, this isn’t so. Everything about Qui-Gon�from his impressive height to his long hair and his uncanny ability to remain calm and composed�everything about him is so fucking manly! She can’t stop thinking of him! She never felt this way about a man before. Is she in love? Her instincts tell her she is. The extreme danger has only accelerated the process. She seems destined to fuck the Jedi.
This is indeed the true reason she insisted to tag along and come to Mos Espa with him. Deep down, Padme wanted to be alone with him. She’s so nervous now, fidgetting with her hair and everything, almost biting her nails! But perhaps that’s a good sign. Her mind’s made up!
Padme is back in the kitchen after kissing Anakin good night. The boy’s asleep now. Shmi’s still up there! Now Padme’s concerned; something must be going on between them!
She begins caressing her own boobs, thinking she’s alone. She’s wondering if those small tits of hers would be good enough to convince Qui-Gon and seduce him. Just thinking of being in his arms is enough to make her wet and ooohh, if only Qui-Gon would kiss and eat her pussy! Then, she realizes she isn’t alone.
Jar Jar Bings is lying on the floor in a shadowy corner of the kitchen. Is he asleep? She blushes. What if he isn’t? What if he’s seen her play with her boobs? Thank Naboo-God she hasn’t taken off any of her clothes!
The notion of intimacy with a Gungan suddenly fills her with wild curiosity. People on Naboo say their cocks are huge! Like really huge! But then, getting fucked by a Gungan must hurt! No, she’ll stick to her original plan and go for Qui-Gon Jinn.
Nonetheless, she decides to do something a bit rash and wild. Making sure Shmi’s still up there with Qui-Gon and she’s alone, Padmé comes close to the Gungan. Jar Jar does seem to be asleep.
Standing in the kitchen’s dim light, Padme swiftly removes her belt and takes off her gray tunic and tosses it on the dinner table with a perfect aim. Padmé then goes under her loose blouse and with her agile fingers, she unclasps her bra, so it now hangs loose under her blouse.
Her heart’s racing. What a rush! What if Shmi and Qui-Gon emerged from the stairwell and found her like this near the Gungan? Wearing no belt with her blouse loose! For one rare moment in her budding life, Padmé feels naughty. It feels so good to just be a girl living life!
Padmé kneels down next to Jar Jar Binks. He’s absolutely in slumber. She lifts her blouse and her bra all the way up and gives her full girly show to the sleeping Gungan... If only he was awake to see them!
She chuckles, feeling the cool evening air directly on her intimate skin, then she stoops down and gets a wild thrill as she feels the forbidden closeness between her bare tits and the Gungan’s snout! This is so fucking crazy-hot! Padmé feels so curious about that sticky long tongue of his. It must feel so weird on her tits!
Her left nipple lightly brushes Jar Jar’s snout, and the giggling girl almost yelps with surprise, all filled by her wild excitement.
What if... What if he suddenly waked up and grabbed her and used his long tongue lick her nipples? Juices rushes down her pussy! What would it be like to have such a long tongue inside her?
Jar Jar stirs a bit, and Padme is suddenly afraid. She’s already back up on her feet, now covered again and half-decent in her loose blouse. The Gungan mumbles something... It’s in Gungan, but she learned the language during her preparation to become Queen of Naboo. What she hears fills her with curiosity and arousal...
“Missa like Padmé... Smells good... Missa want Padmé... Good fuck...”
Perhaps later she’ll come back and explore inter-species sex. Yes, she’d like to know this life form more intimately. Or perhaps she’s just a silly horny girl. Shmi and Qui-Gon could come back any moment.
When they do, they find the kitchen empty and Jar Jar sleeping in that dark corner.
Padme’s listening at the door. Tears well in her eyes as she hears the sounds. They’re kissing! Why? Why does he take the older woman when he can have her, so much younger and firmer? Can’t he see through the Force that she wants him? Then, he must also know that she’s way too young...
***
Padme throws herself on Shmi’s bed and buries her face into the pillow and starts to cry. All’s lost! He won’t have her! She hates the galaxy! Everything suddenly comes out and floods her thoughts�The Viceroy raping Sabé on the throne and thinking he’s bucking her, the real Queen... Her feelings for Qui-Gon... her sense of rejection... And then she’ll die a virgin... Why? Isn’t she pretty enough for him? This isn’t fair!
Suddenly, she becomes aware of a gentle hand on her shoulder. Someone’s talking to her. Shmi’s voice... She’s so comforting!
“What’s the matter, Padmé? Do you want to talk about it?”
Padmé just rolls around to face her host and rival. Shmi’s sitting near her. Without a word, tears rolling down her face, she presses herself in the woman’s lap. She does want to be comforted, and Shmi’s so good-natured!
Shmi hugs her like a mother would hug her daughter, and Padmé lets herself go and cries on. She’s so scared! She almost got raped on Naboo! She’s too young to be in such great danger!
Padmé remains silent and lets the wild turmoil of her feelings run their course. Crying in Shmi’s arms does her much good. Her touch is very soothing. She’s just as gentle as Sabé, whose bed she often shares on Naboo. Thinking of Sabé prompts her to seek Shmi’s lips.
Shmi lets her nudge her down, and both girl and woman are now lying together in each other’s arms.
They begin kissing. Padmé gets wild! There must be some of Qui-Gon’s breath in Shmi’s kisses!
Padmé’s hand finds one of her breasts through her slave’s dress. Padmé’s still wearing her blue blouse over her black trousers, although she did kick off her shoes earlier in the bedroom, before going back to the kitchen and play her boob trick on Jar Jar.
As she keeps kissing Shmi, she feels the woman’s hands as she goes lower and starts to explore her small body. This feels nice and comforting.
Shmi’s touch is unlike Sabé’s. Shmi’s caresses are more precise and to the point�Shmi has clearly been with other women before. Maybe she’s also bisexual, or maybe she’s just bored. Or maybe some slave owners get bored too and take their female slaves and make them fuck each other. Whatever the reason, Shmi accepts Padmé’s intimacy.
Shmi’s hands are soon under her blouse and Padmé exhales and purrs as she feels her small boobs being cupped and gently kneaded. Oh, what it must be like with a man! Shmi’s caresses are filled with a level of experience she had no idea of until presently. What it must be like with an older man! Her nipples are throbbing with delight!
“Oooh... Oooh, Shmi, your hands are so warm... Shmi... I want to ask you a big favor... This... This is my first time and, and I’m not sure you’ll want to do this. .. But, will you please eat my pussy? Will you? I’d love this so much! I’ll do the same for you after, if you want...”
Without answering, Shmi undoes and takes off Padmé’s trousers. Her panties are soon slipped off her feet as well and discarded somewhere in the dark.
Padmé is the kind of girl who strongly responds to oral stimulation, and as soon as she feels Shmi’s tongue gently stroking her clit, she begins to moan and coo. She puts her sleeved forearm in her mouth to muffle her moaning, which is growing in force as Shmi’s tongue works her snatch with skill that was clearly developed through long practice. Wow! Being with an older woman is... pleasantly different!
“Ohhmmmm my Naboo-God! Ooohh! This feels so good! Ooh, yes!!! YES!!!”
Eyes closed, Padme forgets the danger she’s in. She lets herself loose under Shmi’s ministrations. This is so preposterous! Shmi’s old enough to be her mother! This is immoral, but she would never allow herself to do this normally. Normally, she’d still be on Naboo and sharing her bed with same-age Sabé. She wouldn’t be on Tatooine and she absolutely wouldn’t be considering sex with a Jedi Master who’s almost fifty!
The Queen of Naboo should absolutely not be thinking of sex with Qui-Gon Jinn! No girl of her age ought to. But the more Shmi’s tongue insists on her wet clit, the more intensely she wishes for Qui-Gon’s cock! She can’t help it!
Feeling herself on the verge of a massive climax, Padme pulls her arms out of her loose sleeves and bares her chest, then begins to play with her own tits while thinking of Qui-Gon doing this. Would he like them? They’re so small and nondescript... But... “Oh yes!” she thinks... Qui-Gon, sucking her tits! Oohh... Yes, feels so nice!
Padmé’s covered with sweat and she’s lost it! She moans like a demented girl and she’s forced to stop playing with her tits and take the pillow and put it in her mouth to deaden her noises. She’s on the verge of squirting under Shmi’s relentless tongue strokes!
She opens her legs as wide as they'll go and pictures herself on the dinner table, face up, with Qui-Gon Jinn fucking her deep and hard while telling her he’s been secretly dreaming of this since he first saw her. She tries to imagine his hold on her, his grunts... and she wonders what it would feel like to have him cum inside her...
Padmé detonates and it feels as if she’s levitating! Biting hard into the pillow, she screams into it!
“Aa�aaaaaaahhh Q-G’n, my w’ng’s’r’brkn!”
Yes! Her wings are broken... in her thoughts. Only in her thoughts, alas.
TO BE CONT’D