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From: jvstin@aol.com (Jvstin)
Subject: Jvstin (new) Story: Flashes of Light Part II

Flashes of Light (Part II)

by Jvstin (jvstin@admin.con2.com)

At 6 minutes after eight, a time confirmed by the fact that Lt. O' Brien
had just asked the computer the time, a vision in a hunter green dress
entered ten forward.  Paul's heart skipped a beat when he realized the
fabulously dressed woman was Lisa!  The clothes did not look overdressed,
but simple, and fabulous.  She saw him, and walked toward him smiling.
 "Why, hello, were you waiting long, Paul?"  She said.  She looked at him
up and down, appraising him.  Lt. O'Brien decided to beat her to the
punch.
 "Wow, you look great, Lisa.  I should have expected someone in theater to
dress to impress like you do, Lady."  She curtseyed, realizing that nearby
eyes, including the Deltan bartender, were on the pair of them.
 "You're not exactly a denebian slime devil yourself, Mister." Lt. Carroll
 said as means of reply and then gestured an arm wave toward the
bartender.  "Let's eat."
 Paul selected a table with a viewport, affording the pair of them a
wondrous view of the Gas Giant planet Asherah. In the time while Paul was
acclimating himself, the Enterprise had traveled to and now was in orbit
around one of its inhabited moons, called Gynan. Gynan was so large for a
moon that it nearly was the size of a class M planet like Earth.  The Gas
Giant it circled, though, had magnificent rings around it, and the colored
yellow bands made it look quite striking.
 Lisa for her part selected their dinner, and brought two plates with her,
and two glasses of a dark liquid.  The plates contained, much to Paul's
surprise, hamburgers on buns with french fries.  
 "I thought you might like to try something new." Lisa said, smiling.  "I
hope you like it.  This is a hamburger, and these are" 
 "French fries" he supplied.  "Yes, I have had them before." This drew an
interested reaction from Lisa.  "Try the drink", she urged.
 Lt. O'Brien sampled it, and finally realized, when he tried to put the
formula into the computer, who had beaten him to the punch.  The glass of
soda was nothing less than Vanilla Coke.
 "So, we share similar tastes I see.  Vanilla Coke, is this not?"  Paul
said, smiling and taking another sip. Lisa looked surprised at the
convergence yet again.
 It emerged then, that they had something to talk about immediately.  Paul
learned that Lisa, like himself, liked 20th century culture, especially
cuisine.
 The planet was ignored by the pair,as their eyes,occasionally looking at
their plates, shone at each other.  They began a slow duet of flirtation
and romance.  Lisa would take a french fry between her lips and slowly
suck inside her mouth, playing with it.  Paul would look directly at Lisa
and her lips and curl a tongue outside his lips and around them.  Both
would stray hands occasionally back and forth across the table from one
side toward the other, almost daring it to be taken up.   All this while
talking back and forth of trivia from the 20th century.  They avoided the
uncomfortable topic of the Genetic Wars of Khan, and stuck to more happy
topics.
 Finally, their food was finished.  Dinner was, in effect, over.  Paul
stood and gathered his dishes and then walked over to gather Lisa's. 
Impressing her by being a gentleman was the foremost thing on his mind by
the action.  He returned to see her gaze out the porthole at the ringed
gas giant.
 "Isn't it pretty, Paul?"  Lisa said, and then looked into his eyes. 
Fortunately, for him, he didn't flub his words this time.
 "Well, Lisa, I have always thought the most beautiful things in the
universe were living things."  He leaned forward, and anticipating what he
was going to do, Lisa leaned up and met his incoming lips with her own. 
Very aware that many eyes were upon them, they stopped after only a few
seconds, and pulled away.
 "I enjoyed our dinner, Paul."  
 Lt. O'brien licked his lips again.  "Um, so did I.  Say, would you like,
I mean, how about a holodate, say tomorrow, this time?"
 Lisa gave a crestfallen look.  "I am working the late shift tomorrow, but
I am free the entire following day."  This delighted Paul.
 "Wow, so am I!"  Officers in the medical and science departments had, in
lieu of emergencies, two full days off in every seven.  A stroke of luck,
both of them had a common day off.
 "I will contact you two days hence from now.  What time you want to meet,
Lisa?"  He looked at her with bright eyes.
 "Oh, make it in the morning . . . we just might spend the whole day
together.  You never know."
 With a flourish, she smiled, and turned to walk out of Ten Forward,
Paul's, and many of the other patrons eyes' , riveted on her.
 Lt. O'Brien walked to the bar and ordered a Root Beer and sipped it
there, thinking of where the holodate could take place.  He was, he
thought,  impulsive in proposing one without an idea of what program to
use.  The sheer limitlessness of the Holodeck was almost a problem.  He
was finished with his second root beer when it struck him.  He smiled at
the Deltan as he gave him the empty glass and left to return to his
quarters.
 The next couple of days had Lt. O'Brien walking on air, as he continued
to integrate himself into the Biology science team.  Much to his relief,
many of the female members of the department were either married or had
steady lovers male  or female.  So, he engaged in nothing more than causal
flirtation.  He preferred to pursue a possible relationship one at a time
rather than a shotgun approach.
 His nights were absorbed with dreams and thoughts of Lisa, his
imagination playing out erotic fantasies inside his head of her once
again.  He wondered if Lisa had romantic and sexy holodeck programs on
tap.  The limited computer on the Darwin had prevented Paul from exploring
and using such programs regularly as of late.  Besides, there was
something to be said for sex in one's quarters anyway!
  
 Finally their mutual day off had arrived.  About mid morning, after
having breakfast, Paul reached his fingers toward his communicator.  He
felt nervous as a schoolchild, confronted by the reality of the situation.
  A check of the ship's chronometer showed that it was 09:45.
  He backed his fingers away and led them back and away again.  He played
this game with himself for about thirty seconds, and then employed
decisive action.  He slammed the communicator and said "Lt. O'Brien to Lt.
Carroll."
 "Yes, Paul?"  Lisa's warm voice came.
 "Hi!  I was wondering what time you wanted to meet?  My reservation for
Holodeck Two  is from 11:00 to 13:30, but if that is too early..."
 "No, I will meet you there at 11:00.  What should I wear?"  She didn't
seem to want to know the details, but clothing was definitely something
that needed to be addressed.
 "Something for moderately warm weather . . . between twenty five and
thirty degrees."
 "All right.  I will see you there."
 "See you then, Lisa"  Paul ended the communication.   He had little more
than an hour to get ready himself.  He decided shorts would not be a good
idea, as his legs weren't exactly tanned titans that women swooned over. 
He opted for light pants, and a t-shirt as well as tennis shoes.
 At ten minutes to the hour, dressed, showered, shaved, Paul stepped out
of his quarters and headed toward the turbolift. He reached the holodeck,
and was happy that he had arrived first.  He could program the computer to
start it without delay and without tipping Lisa off.  He gave the computer
a command to start the Disneyland simulation, but to hold it paused until
they entered.  In this way, they would simply have to open the holodeck
and they would be there.  With this neat solution, Paul leaned against the
wall and awaited Lisa.
 Five minutes later, nearly perfectly punctual, Lt. O'Brien was greeted by
the sight of Lisa walking toward him from the turbolift. She was dressed
in floral shorts and a short sleeve poet shirt.   Paul was relieved she
had dressed for the warm program.  Disney would not be Disney if he had to
decrease the holodeck's temperature.
 "Hi!" Lisa said as she reached him.  Paul gave her a chaste kiss on the
cheek, which surprised Lisa, apparently, not at all.  In response, she
took a hand in his.  "So, what have you planned for us today?"
 "Computer open Holodeck door and resume program."  He then looked at
Lisa.  "This will be fun, I promise."
 The two of them stepped across the threshold and thanks to the magic of
the holodeck, were suddenly facing the planted garden that is at the
entrance.  Lisa squealed in delight.
 "Disney!  I love it here!"  She whirled and suddenly gave Lt. O'Brien a
quick buss on the lips.  "This is a wonderful idea!  How did you know the
program was here?"
 "Actually, I found out, Lisa, when I tried to upload my own version . . .
this version, I take it is yours then."
 "Silly man."  She said shaking her head and with his hand firmly in his
began leading him under the tracks and into Main Street.  "I've never
found anyone to take on the ship . . . this is so wonderful."
 The two of them began to explore the famous amusement park.  They began
by looking through the various shops on Main Street, mingling with the
simulated people. After all, Disney was not Disney without the tourists.  
As Lisa looked at various things, Paul made mental notes of the items. 
While most things could not be taken out of a holodeck , they could always
be replicated later, as a gift.
 Food was one thing that was made real, however, and the two of them ate
in New Orleans Square, sharing a bread bowl of a creamy clam chowder.  
Their flirtations of the other night continued and were extended, as both
Lt. Carroll and Lt. O'Brien enjoyed offering bits of the bread dunked in
the soup to the other playfully.
 The simulation of the Disney park was designed to be complete, and so
after a couple of hours of hot walking around Toontown and on the
Riverboat, a quick trip on Splash Mountain cooled the pair quickly.  A few
hours and rides later, it was early evening, and Lt. O'Brien led Lisa to
the front of the Sleeping Beauty Castle.  It looked magical in the light
of the dying day.
 "Doesn't it look so romantic?"  Lisa said, looking into Paul's eyes.
 "Yes . . . I have always wanted to kiss someone in front of it,
especially at twilight."
 Lisa licked her lips. Paul saw that the idea was appealing to his
erstwhile companion, and so leaned in to kiss her.  Their mouths seemed
made for each other and both their hands moved behind the other's back. 
The kiss seemed to last for hours and they soon moved to a nearby bench,
sitting down and lips still together.
  They stayed in the kissing embrace for quite a while, oblivious to time.
 Finally, Lt. Carroll broke the kiss and had them stand up.
 "Computer, display arch" she said, and immediately the control and exit
for the holodeck appeared.  With gentle insistence, Lisa led Paul to the
exit and commanded the program to end and the exit to open.  They soon
resumed their kissing and holding in the corridor, drawing a little
attention from the people who passed them by.  Taking his hand again, Lisa
began to lead the two of them toward the turbolift.  Paul immediately went
along when she whispered to him.
 "I want to bring you back to my quarters."

  Hold her hand was a like a continual feeling of static electricity, Paul
thought.  The attraction, the excitement, the eagerness all seemed urgent,
and mutual.  The turbolift, when they boarded it, only had a lone Alpha
Centurian on it.  Lisa smiled at her, and then drew Paul into a long, deep
kiss.  Paul's immediate thoughts that his date was showing him off, or
subtly declaring him to be hers in front of the pretty dark skinned
security officer in the lift with them were forgotten quickly as Lisa's
tongue began to playfully explore his mouth.
 Paul and Lisa 's deck arrived first, and the security officer politely
said as much to the kissing couple.  With reluctance, their lips and
mouths parted.
 "Have a good evening, ensign...we sure will!"  Lisa said to the fellow
rider, not maliciously but with more than a touch of eagerness as she
walked out of the lift with Paul and began to lead him down the hall to
the right.
 Much to their credit, the walk and the turbolift cooled their burning
desire for the moment, as they did not immediate jump into the bed or a
couch upon entering Lisa's quarters.  However, what had been replaced was
a definitely smouldering desire for each other.
 "Fix us two drinks, while I . . .change, Paul."  Lisa said, ducking into
the other room, leaving Lieutanant O'Brien alone for the moment.  He then
proceeded to the replicator and after a pregnant pause, ordered 2 glasses
of rum and coke.  It seemed the drink to have, all things considered, Paul
thought.
 Lt. O'Brien settled into the couch and placed both glasses on the table
and sat back with a sigh.  His wait and reverie were broken by a voice.
"Computer, dim lights to 45%".  The voice was Lisa's of course, and she
soon returned,  in a long flowing black teddy.  The fabric seemed to
shimmer in the low light.
  "You like?"  she said, slipping onto the couch next to Paul and slipping
an arm around him.
 "Aye, I do."  Paul replied with a smile, reaching to offer her one of the
glasses.
 "Why thank you!" she said, as she took the glass in her hand and took a
sip.  "Very nice, indeed."  She moved a bit closer to Paul, her hand
around him, tugging gently at his hair.  He responded by placing a careful
hand on her thigh, and leaned in to kiss her.
 
Both their mouths tasted of the drink, and the lack of virtual strangers
allowed the kiss to continue and linger for quite awhile. With Lisa's
fingers helping, Paul slipped off his t-shirt, Lisa taking the opportunity
to rub her lingerie clad body against his bare chest as their hands
explored each other's backs sensously.

 Finally, Lisa stood up and took Paul's hand in hers.  "Paul, do you
remember the physicals and samples you gave the other day?" she said, a
mischevious glint in her eye.
 "Err, yeah..." Paul was a bit confused.
 "Well, you never gave me a sperm sample.  I think it is time you did,
don't you?"  Getting the hint, he let her head him to the starkly
functional, but wide Starfleet issue bed.  Not exactly a four poster bed
on a holosuite program, but Paul thought that such an experience with Lisa
could always come another time.  The pair fell onto the bed, hands over
each other again.  Paul's hand found its way under Lisa's teddy and onto
the spot on her back just above her butt.  He began rubbing the tailbone,
causing Lisa to start to moan with pleasure as her hands continue to rub
Paul up and down.
 "Oh, goddess, I need your cock in me!"  Lisa exclaimed, insistently
pulling down Paul's shorts and then his boxers, freeing Paul's raging
erection.  Lisa slipped back into the bed, and spread her legs open with a
smile.  "Come on, biologist...time to give me your sample.  Give me a
sample of your come."   He knelt over her , slipping his cock slowly
between her pussy lips and placed his hands on either side of her
shoulders as he began to work his way into her.
 Lisa lifted her legs, to allow Paul an easier time in, and soon showed
the other advantage as she wrapped her legs about his back,  tightening
like a vise and driving him in deeper into her.  Her hands rose up  and
started squeezing his nipples, as if they were  the buttons on a computer
console.  In response, Paul moaned and began thrusting into Lisa, leaning
so that his face was close to Lisa's smiling one, looking deeply into her
eyes as deeply as he was penetrating into her.
 He thrusted again and again, the angle allowing his cock to brush against
Lisa's clit, sending her closer and closer to his orgasm, and she began to
pant and moan, tightening her leg grip andnow more roughly playing with
her lover's nipples.  Holding back his own impending fireworks as best as
he could, Paul increased his tempo, slipping his cock in as far as it
would go, then drawing it out as far as he could in Lisa's leg vise, and
then thrusting back in again.
 "oh my goddess! Paul!"  Lisa practically screamed as Paul's variation
sent over the edge, and she she shuddered through her body as the orgasm
possessed her.  Squeezing Paul ever tighter, she panted her desire for him
to join her in the bliss.
 "come for me!  come for me Paul."  The delicious feeling of Lisa's orgasm
as he was in her broke Paul's willpower, and his cock quickly began to
shake as the pressure would no longer be denied. 
"Oh , Lisa!"  he exclaimed as he spilled his seed into Lisa, which only
sent Lisa into a second orgasm, almost simultaneous with Paul's.  The air
was filled with moans and exclamations of pleasure from both as Lisa's
quivering body squeezed Paul's spurting cock dry.  As Paul's slowed his
thrusts and stopped, they rolled over to lie side by side, Paul's manhood
still resting in her.
 It was more than a few moments before either had the strength or the
desire to speak.  Lisa finally broke the silence.
 "Well...was that good for you, too?"  she smiled, casually fingering a
stray lock of Paul's hair.
 Paul smiled.  A quote from the greatest movie in their favorite century
came to mind as he finally disengaged himself, and held her close to him. 
Of course work beckoned for both of them tomorrow, and who really knew
what the future would bring, but yet the words still came, eliciting a
smile from his bed companion as he spoke them.
 "Lisa...I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

The End  
 
Paul Weimer
Staten Island NY
jvstin@aol.com

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