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The following is a work of erotic fiction and
includes scenes of consenting adults engaged in
sexual activities. It includes characters that are
copyrighted by Paramount Pictures. This story is
intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the
author and her friends. No copyright infringement is
intended and no profit  will be made from the
distribution of this story.

Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea
who my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy the story.

The Star Trek - The Next Generation Stories Should
Be Read In The Following Order

Tasha
Beverly And Deanna
Wesley And Deanna
Beverly's Holodeck Fantasy

	-WESLEY AND DEANNA-
               -A STAR TREK STORY-
                       by  Ann Douglas

	The dim lights of Gamma watch illuminated
the decks of the Starship Enterprise as Wesley
Crusher walked the halls.  Nearly two hours had
passed since he'd left the cabin he shared with his
mother, the Chief Medical Officer of the great
vessel.  He hadn't been able to sleep, even thought
most of the enormous crew observed Gamma shift
as the official night.   In a few hours, Alpha watch
would signal the start of a new day.  Wes's final day
on the Enterprise.   In less than forty-eight hours he
would be on his way to Earth and Starfleet
Academy.
	Had it really been only a few years ago that
he'd come on board as a brilliant but awkward boy. 
Now he was about to leave it as a fully grown young
man.  He would greatly miss the Enterprise, he
knew.  Few people got to live on the Flagship of the
Federation Starfleet.  Fewer still got to serve on her
as a member of her crew.  Yet Wes had done both. 
His hand reached up and touched the single disc of a
Ensign that he wore on his uniform.  Tomorrow, or
more precisely today, he would be replacing that
insignia with that of a Starfleet Cadet.  Hopefully it
wouldn't be too long before he would be able to
wear it again.
	"I guess I'm not the only one with insomnia
tonight."  Said a soft melodious voice from behind
Wesley.
	Jumping at the sound, it was a second before
Wes turned around.  When he did, the sight before
him brought a wide smile to his face.
	"Deanna!" The young Ensign exclaimed. 
"What are you doing up this time of night?"
	"I had an appointment with someone on
Gamma shift."  She replied, her voice ringing in his
ears.  "And it was easier for me to loose a little sleep
than for him to rearrange his schedule."
	"I guess the Ship's Councilor is on duty 24
hours a day."  Wes sheepishly replied.
	"I don't mind,"  The Betazoid continued.
"The only drawback is that once I'm up, I'm up for
good.  No chance of grabbing a few more hours
sleep."
	"Well, I was just talking a last look at
everything."  Wes replied.  "I'm only now beginning
to realize how much I'm going to miss it all."
	"Most people don't realize how much they
value something until they loose it."  Deanna said.
"But I'm sure once you complete your Academy
training, Captain Picard will request that you be
reassigned to the Enterprise."
	"I hope so."
	"Do you mind if I walk with you?"  Troi
asked. "I do enjoy this time of the day, when the
ship's so quiet and peaceful.  But I'll understand if
you want to be alone."
	"No!" Wesley exclaimed. "I'd really like
that."
	Deanna smiled as they continued down the
long empty corridor.
	

	Talking as they walked, Wes began to
become increasingly away of Deanna's sexual
presence.  Every once and a while he found himself
gazing down into the inviting crevice between her
large shapely breasts.  It had been a long time since
he fantasized about Deanna Troi, but now that he
was about to leave the Enterprise he found that
those fantasies hadn't lost any of their intensity.
	He could still remember the first time he had
seen her.  He and his Mother had just arrived on the
Enterprise from Farpoint station and he was getting
acquainted with their new quarters.  Doctor Crusher
had gone directly to Sickbay to inspect her new
domain.  That was far more important than
unpacking.  When the door chime had rung, Wes
simply assumed it was his Mother returning  -
instead it had been the Ship's Counselor coming to
pay a social call.	
	In his mind he could still remember how she
looked that day. The short skirted blue uniform, her
really awful, at least in his opinion, hairstyle. Yet to
a young teenage boy, she was like a Greek goddess. 
She had quickly introduced herself and then warmly
welcomed him to the Enterprise.  Then after asking
Doctor Crusher's location, the Counselor had left as
quickly as she had entered.
	So absorbed had the young boy been with
the beauty of her body and the tantalizing scent  of
her perfume,  that he continued to stare at the now
closed door for a full minute after she'd left.  It
wasn't until he finally woke from his trance that he
became away of the major erection her closeness
had produced.  It was with some embarrassment that
he discovered that he was now being afflicted with
that same reaction.
	Deanna was all too aware of Wesley's
growing sexual arousal.  She didn't need to see the
swelling bulge in his uniform, her empathic abilities
could feel his rising lust like the crests of a breaking
surf.  Her face showed no change as she talked of
such mundane things as the little cafe just outside
the Academy grounds that he simply had to visit. 
Inwardly, she was grinning broadly.  The increasing
waves of sexual energy bringing a wetness between
her legs.
	Deanna Troi had long been away of Wesley's
fantasies about her.  To be truthful to herself, she
had to admit she'd found his interest exciting.  She'd
never taken a young man as a lover before, but it
was something she'd seen her mother do many times
before.  The sex drive of Betazoid women doubled
and tripled as they grew older.  As sexually charged
as she felt lately, Deanna wondered what it would be
like when she reached her mother's age.  
	"As much as I'm going to miss serving on the
Enterprise,"  Wes continued saying.  "It's the people
that I'm really going to miss the most.  Mom,
Geordie, Data, Commander Riker and Captain
Picard.  And of course you."
	"And I guess you'll miss Ensign Jordan too." 
Deanna added.  
	Deanna knew that Wes had been seeing
Carol Jordan on and off for the last few months. In
fact she was sure that the young blonde had taken
Wesley's virginity. The thought caused her nipples to
become even more erect and a tingle to spread
around her now moist mound.
	"Carol's ok,"  He replied, clearly
uncomfortable in mentioning the subject.  "We just
went out a few times, nothing really became of it."
	What Wes really meant was that while he
had indeed lost his cherry to Carol, he had on the
whole found it a thoroughly unrewarding
experience.  Carol was a nice enough girl, pretty and
bright.  But whenever they were together, Wes
couldn't help but feel like he wanted her to be
someone else.  The someone he now walked with
and wanted to jump right here in the corridor of D
deck, not carrying if he woke the hundreds of
crewmen sleeping behind the closed doors.
	Before long they found themselves at the
door to Deanna's quarters.  The Counselor stopped
and Wes took this as a signal that she had ended
their little nocturnal trek.  With a warm smile and a
slight shrug of frustration, he said goodnight and
began to walk away.
	"Don't go yet, Wes."  Deanna called after
him.  "I was going to make myself a little snack. 
You're welcome to join me."
	Deanna didn't need her Betazoid abilities to
feel the sudden rush of emotion that filled Wesley
Crusher as he spun on his heals and turned back
toward her cabin.  The light in his eyes and the
broadness of his smile said it all.


	Wesley quickly followed Deanna into her
private quarters. It was the first time he had ever
seen it.  Just before he stepped inside, he couldn't
help taking a quick look up and down the corridor
to see of anyone could see them. He found it hard to
stop thinking like that blushing boy of so long ago.
	"I'm going to take a minute and change," 
Deanna said as she headed for the bedroom. "Why
don't you punch up some fruit or something from the
replicator."
	"Sure...."  Wes stammered, his eyes fixed
tightly on the sway of Deanna's ass as she
disappeared through the doorway.
	The young Ensign took a few moments to
think about what to order. Then is a sudden burst of
courage he asked the computer for Rigelian Ja'kija
Juice.  It was a popular non-alcoholic drink, with a
wide reputation as a aphrodisiac. He had never really
had one, but he had once heard Commander Riker
telling another officer about them.  If  Deanna said
anything, he could always claim ignorance of the
drinks notoriety.  In a second, two large glasses of a
bright blue liquid had appeared.
	Taking a slight sip from the tall frosty glass,
Wesley felt a sudden light headiness, followed
immediately by a sudden flush throughout his body. 
Maybe this particular drink wasn't such a good idea
after all.  He hadn't realized it could be so potent. 
	Before he could change the drink selection,
Deanna emerged from the bedroom.  One glance in
her direction and Wes forgot all about the drinks. 
Gone was the form fitting blue duty uniform that
usually stirred Wesley's and every other able bodied 
male's imagination. In its place, Deanna now wore a
beautiful translucent green dress that left very little
to the imagination. Outlined broadly against the soft
material, Deanna's hard nipples stood invitingly. 
Glancing downward, Wes could see the dark
triangle of the Betazoid's pubic mound. Totally at a
loss for words, He just stood there with the juice
glass in his hand.
	The flowing lines of the gown seemed to
drift along invisible currents as Deanna glided across
the room.  She reached for the remaining glass in the
replicator and gracefully brought it to her soft red
lips.  She took a taste, then ran her tongue across
her lips, wiping the small blue drops which had been
left there.  
	"Mmmm, Ja'kija juice"  Deanna purred. "Will
Riker always used to always order this back when
we first met.  I think he believed all those stories
about it being some kind of  aphrodisiac."
	Wes was about to say something about it
being pretty strong stuff when Deanna lifted the
glass again and took a long deep swallow.  When
she placed it back on the table, Wes was amazed
that it was half empty.
	"On Rigel they may  considered that pretty
potent."  She said.  "But on Betazed it hardly
qualifies as fruit punch."
	Wesley smiled in admiration and carefully
took another sip of his drink.  The second rush
seemed stronger than the first.
	"Maybe we'd better get you something a
little more to Terran tastes."  Deanna said as she
lifted the glass out of Wes's hand.  "If you drink
much more of this I think you'll sleep away your last
day."
	When Deanna had leaned over to take the
drink, the deep opening of her garment billowed,
giving the young man an impressive unobstructed
look at the charms beneath.  Wes knew if he didn't
get out of here soon, he'd burst just from the friction
of his uniform against his hardened cock. 


	"Wes, it no accident that I ran into you
tonight."  Deanna said with a smile. "I really didn't
have any late night appointment."
	"You didn't?"  Wes replied, confused at her
statement.
	"I've been aware of your, shall we saw,
desire to be more than just friends, for a long time
now.  And with you leaving for the Academy, I
thought it might be a good idea for you to have a
chance to get it out of your system.  To be honest,
I'm spent many nights wishing I could return your
attentions."
	For all of his much heralded intelligence,
Wesley Crusher had no idea what he should say.  A
half hour ago, he wanted to roll naked on the decks
with this beautiful woman.  Now that she was
offering herself to him, he felt a sudden hesitation. 
What would his mother think?
	Deanna could sense his conflict, and knew
that his mother was part of it.  She knew, even if
Wesley himself hadn't fully come to realize it as
such, that the boy had a strong sexual desire for his
mother. It wasn't that unusual for boys raised only
by a single parent. Not that she blamed him either.
Deanna had long ago developed feelings for Beverly
Crusher, but the time to act on that affection wasn't
yet right.  She hadn't had a female lover since Tasha 
died.  Eventually she would have to  do something
about it, but for now one Crusher at a time.

	Finally concluding that Wesley would never
take that first step, Deanna reached out and took
him into her arms. Her soft breasts pressed against
his chest as her mound fitted against his hardness. 
She lifted up his chin and kissed him softly.
	"It's your choice, Wes."  She whispered
softly as she broke the kiss.  "You can stay or go.  If
you want to go, we'll just forget this ever
happened."
	The Ensign looked into her big dark eyes,
then down to the soft whiteness of her breasts.  He
thought about it for a second, then buried his face
between that softness.  A smile came to Deanna as
she ran her fingers through his brown hair and softly
stroked it.  She kissed the top of his head, the
around his ear.  Finally she lifted his face from her
breasts and kissed him firmly on the lips.  In the
deep recesses of her mind, she could feel the
enormous release of desire from Wesley as the
reality of his fantasy finally sank in.



	Wesley's gray uniform was quickly
discarded.  Taking a few moments to fully
appreciate his naked form, Deanna wasn't
displeased.  True, he was far less developed than
Will Riker or most of the men she had known.  But
Wes has a certain charm all his own.  His skin was
smooth and hairless.  Even around his manhood, the
hair was short and sparse.  Fully erect he stood
about six and a half  inches.  Deanna gently ran her
fingers along the length of his cock, then she took a
firm grip on it and began to pump it.   
	Wesley closed his eyes and sighed in delight
at the soft touch of the Counselor's hand.  After only
a dozen strokes he could already feel his boyjuices
building up to an explosive climax.  It was already
too late to try and hold back. Another few moments
and  he would be filling Deanna's hand with his
sticky seed.
	The Ensign's brown eyes suddenly popped
open in surprise as the Betazoid's gentle touch was
abruptly replaced by something  wet and warm. 
Looking down, Wesley found his cock engulfed by
Deanna's soft red lips.  The soothing pleasure of that
mouth caused a shudder to run through his body. 
Followed seconds later by a powerful rush as his
very essence ripped though his cock and discharged
into her waiting mouth.  
	Continuing her sucking motion, Deanna
seemed to draw every drop out of  young Ensign
Crusher. A small drop of white fluid escaped her
attention and slowly ran down her chin.  Finally,
satisfied that Wesley was totally drained, she let the
now semi-soft cock fall from her mouth and rose
again to her feet.  She wiped the small white droplet
from her chin and then licked it from her finger.
	Wes had a sort of disappointed look on his
face, it had all been over so quickly.  Even with
Carol he had climaxed long before he even got her
anywhere near her own orgasm.
	Deanna smiled and pulled Wesley to her, 
kissing him hard on the lips.  Wes could taste the
saltiness of his cum on her probing tongue.  Once,
out of curiosity he had licked it off his hands after a
masturbation session.  Mixed with Deanna's saliva, it
tasted quite different.
	"Don't be so glum, Mr. Crusher."  Deanna
said in her best command voice. "That was just an
appetizer."
	Wesley's brown eyes lit up at the thought
that he hadn't blown his chance, so to speak.  Even
his now limp cock seemed to jump at the thought.
	"Few young men your age have any self
control."  The Betazed continued as she ran her long
red fingers across his bare chest.  "That's why the
best thing to do is to get them off quickly.  So that
you can take your time with them while they
recharge their batteries."
	Deanna grinned at the thought of thousands
of tiny little Wesley cells trying to pump his cock 
back to life.  The battery analogy was one she'd
heard her mother use many times.  
	Leading Wes over to a soft padded chair and 
set him down upon it.  Then she took a step back
and began to massage her breasts through the
transparent green dress.  A heavy sigh escaped from
her lips as she squeezed and lifted the large globes,
her thumbs pressing against the hard nipples. 
Pulling back the thin material, Deanna then let her
soft globes fall free.
	Wes was practically watering at the mouth at
the nearness of those near perfect breasts.  How
many times over the years had he tried to peek down
the Counselor's duty uniform, now they were only a
foot away. 
	"You can touch them if you like?"  Deanna
say softly as she lifted them from underneath and
offered them to him.  "In fact, if you'd like to kiss
them, I wouldn't mind that either."
	The young man didn't hesitate for a second. 
He leaped forward and his mouth closed on the
closest breast. He was rough at first, almost as
rough as Will Riker had been that first time. But
soon he settled down and began to gently suck the
objects of his desire.  Deanna closed her eyes and
moaned softy as his tongue swirled over her nipple
again and again.  She had to give the boy credit, he
was nothing if not a fast learner.
	Shifting his attention to her other breast,
Deanna guided his hand to her first.  With her hand
covering his, she showed his how to gently massage
it, even as he sucked at the other like a baby.
	The combination of Deanna's body scent and
the perfume she wore was intoxicating to Wesley. 
He moved from Deanna's nipple and continued to
lick her bare skin until his face was buried deep
within the crevice between her mounds.  Deanna
pressed her breasts together, massaging his cheeks
with their softness.
	Wesley then began to move downward,
kissing and licking his way until he reached the
closely trimmed black hair surrounding her pubic
mound.  He kissed the crest of her prominence and
tried to slide his tongue within.
	Deanna smiled and laughed softly.  She
moved to the chair Wes had vacated and sat down. 
then she spread her legs as far as she could and
propped them on the armrests.  Finally she reached
down and spread the lips of her vagina with her long
soft  fingers.
	"Try it now, Wes."  She said in a melodious
voice.  "I think you'll find it a little easier now."
	Indeed he did as he dropped to his knees and
buried his head between the Counselors outstretched
legs.  His tongue mixed with the soft pinkness of
Deanna's pussy, sending ripples of pleasure radiating
outward.  With a soft but firm hand, Deanna guided
her young lover to her most sensitive spot.  Betazoid
women had a clitoris that was both twice as large
and twice as receptive to stimulation as Earth
women. That was one thing she had always been
grateful she had inherited from her mother's side of
the family.  
	It wasn't long before Wesley's gifted tongue
had Deanna panting for more.  With every passing
moment, the ripples grew into waves, then finally
into a torrid of delight.  Deanna played with her
breasts as Wes tried to bury his face and energetic 
tongue deeper within her.
	"This boy is a genuine talent."  Deanna
thought to herself as she drifted on the waves of
passion.  "He's almost as good as Tasha."
	The image of the blonde Security Chief's
naked body filled Deanna's mind.  A new longing
filled her as she remembered the long passionate
nights the two had shared.  Comparing Wes's
neophyte tongue to Tasha's was the highest
compliment she could have ever given him.  No man
or woman had ever brought her to the heights that
Tasha had.
	"Enough!"  Deanna screamed out in her
mind.  "She had to have him inside her now!"
	With a sudden shove, the Counselor pushed
Wes down on the carpeted floor and mounted him. 
She reached behind her and closed her fingers
around his cock.  A smile crossed her lips as she
found it was again hard as a rock.
	Lifting herself, the dark haired woman
positioned her saturated mound over his arrow like
shaft and slowly lowered herself onto him.  Skilled
hands carefully guided his cockhead to the entrance
to her tunnel of passion.  Then, letting it part her lips
and slide just the slightest bit inside her, she stopped
her descent.
	Turning her head again forward, she looked
deep into Wesley's eyes and the look of total rapture
on his handsome young face.  Deanna began to
rotate her pelvis, causing the walls of her pussy to
massage the tip of Wes's cock.  
	She could tell that he was riding conflicting
waves of powerful emotion.  On one level he was
soaring in a pool of happiness.  His most desired
dreams were becoming a reality.  On a second level
he burned with the desire to be in control of the
situation, to be able to please her as a man should. 
And underneath it all was the adolescent fear that he
was in over his head, that he would be incapable of
fulfilling that task.   Well there was one way to show
him his worth.
	In one sudden motion, Deanna dropped
down, sending his cock deep inside of her.  The
sudden warm pressure against his cock sent a loud
moan of ecstasy out of Wesley's mouth.  Then a
second later his skin felt a rush of cool air as Deanna
began her upward stroke, only to once again engulf
him with her wetness.
	Determined to bring Deanna pleasure, Wes
reached up and grabbed the woman by the hips and
began to take control of their motions.  Quickly
matching her rhythms, Wesley met each of her
downward thrusts with one of his own.  His
backside lifted off the floor as he drove his six and a
half inches as far within her as he could.  With
Deanna maintaining a tight grip on him as strong as
the one he held on her, the actual distance each of
them moved was now confined to only a few inches. 
But within those few inches was a symphony of
passion.
	Taking an ever tighter grip upon the boy,
Deanna relinquished  control of their thrusts and
buried his face in her breasts.  The kaleidoscope of
emotion filled the core of the Betazoids's very being. 
Coupled with her impending orgasmic eruption, it
transported her to a level few Terrans could
understand.  It was like an out of body experience,
she was oblivious to everything except the sensation
of Wesley being inside her.
	Then a sudden white filled her mind, mixed
with the whiteness of Wesley's cum as it filled her
body.  She didn't have words to describe the
feelings, something which she found hard to admit. 
The whiteness became all encompassing.  Then as
suddenly as it had appeared it was replaced by a 
deep darkness. A void Deanna felt herself falling into
as she lost consciousness.  
	Lost in his own orgasmic explosion, it was
almost a minute before Wesley realized that the
Counselor was unconscious. Rolling the sweat
covered naked body off him he quickly began to
panic.  In a second he was rummaging though his
uniform for his combadge.  To his credit, the
thought of what his mother would think when she
found him naked with Deanna in her quarters never
entered his mind.  All he knew was that something
was wrong with Deanna.  Something he had caused.
	"Crusher to Sickbay, medical emergency!" 
He yelled as he lifted the small Starfleet insignia. 
	It took a second for him to realize he hadn't
heard the familiar chirp of a open frequency when he
hit the badge.  He hit it again a second time, this
time he was rewarded with the chirp.  
	He was about to repeat his call for help when
he heard Deanna's soft voice behind him.
	"I'm ok Wes...."  She said softly in a voice
filled with fatigue.
	Closing the frequency, Wes quickly moved
to her side.  He was now oblivious to the beauty of
her naked body, or the shiny film of sweat that
covered it.  He was just relieved to hear her speak.
	"What happened?"  he said, the concern in
his voice evident.
	"I guess you happened."  Deanna replied
softly.
	Wesley's only reply was a look of confusion
on his face.
	"I happened?"  He finally repeated.
	"Yes, Wesley, my little love.  You took me
to a plateau no man has ever brought me to before."
	"I did?"  Wes asked in a mixture of pride and
disbelief.
	"Yes, you."  Deanna replied as she pulled
herself up into a sitting position.  "And I'm including
Will Riker in that assessment."
	Wesley's face positively beamed with pride at
the Counselor's remark.  Deanna knew that telling
him he had been a better lover than Will would raise
his opinion of himself.  Commander Riker was his
hero, the yardstick he measured himself against in
very way.  And to be honest, it was only a little lie. 
Of course he wasn't better than Will, but give him a
few years of practice and he just might be.
	With that, she kissed him again and pulled
him against her.  They still had time until the start of
Alpha shift and for now she was content to just feel
the warmth of his naked form against her own.
	"Too bad you can't stay, my little lover." 
Deanna thought  as he nestled against her breasts
and she stroked his brown hair.  ""I'd love to be your
teacher."
	Wesley looked up at Deanna with loving
eyes.  Deanna returned the smile and kissed him
gently on the cheek.  By morning, their relationship
would revert back to that of friends.  But even when
he left the Enterprise and was light years away on
Earth, they would always share the link that was the
memory of this night.


END  
	  		


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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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