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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
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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
- TASHA-
by Ann Douglas
The following story takes place between the first
two next generations episodes, Encounter At
Farpoint and the Naked Now.
"Timmy, m'lad, this is your lucky day."
Thought Ensign Timothy O'Rourke as the dark
haired woman entered the turbolift. Trying not to be
too obvious, the young man ran his dark blue eyes
up and down what he considered the best set of tits
and ass on the starship.
Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi, Ship's
Counselor of the U.S.S.Enterprise was indeed a
sight to behold. 5'9", the Betazoid had a voluptuous
figure that filled out her outfit in a most pleasing
image. She wore a short skirted blue Star Fleet
Uniform and her shoulder length black hair was held
back by a headband.
"How I'd like to spend a few fun hours with
this little lass." The 6'3" Irishman said to himself as
he considered how best to start a conversation with
her. That she outranked him didn't really matter to
the handsome Ensign. Back on his last assignment
on Starbase 42, he'd had a truly incredible one niter
with a full Commander. Not that he could even
remember the woman's name right now.
Jane-something or other he recalled. Then again he
seemed to remember someone calling her Kate. But
it really didn't matter, that was then, this was now.
And what was important now was how best to
convince this beautiful woman that she should share
his bed tonight.
Ensign O'Rourke opened his mouth and was
about to utter what he considered his best pickup
lines, at least it had worked on that redheaded
Lieutenant in Ship's Stores last week, when the
doors of the turbolift slid open and another woman
entered.
Nothing could've put a damper on
O'Rourke's amorous plans more than the sudden
appearance of the grim faced Lieutenant who served
as Chief of Security. Standing 5'9" and wearing a
gold and black jumpsuit, Tasha Yar was the stuff of
the Ensign's worst nightmares. Wearing her blonde
hair cut short in a short, almost boyish style, the
Lieutenant had a no-nonsense reputation for
discipline in the ranks. If it wasn't for the small swell
of her breasts through the form fitting bodysuit,
Ensign O'Rourke might've taken her for a man at
first glance. Down in engineering he'd heard a few
jokes about how Yar must be a dynamo in bed
because she was such a hard nosed bitch all the
other times. Personally, O'Rourke thought she'd be a
bitch in bed too, not that he'd ever want to be the
one to find out.
"Deck Nine, Security!" The thin woman
barked out to the turbolift's audio sensor.
"Lieutenant." Deanna greeted the Security
Chief with a smile in a nod.
"Counselor." Tasha countered, her face
showing only the barest trace of a smile.
O'Rourke suddenly felt very uncomfortable
in the presence of the two bridge officers and let out
a small sign of relief when the doors opened and he
was able to rush out between them.
"I don't know if you noticed," Tasha said
with a much larger smile on her face. "But that
Ensign had a major erection. I'm amazed he could
run with it in such an awkward position."
"I didn't need to see it." Deanna laughed. "I
could feel his eagerness from way over here."
"Well maybe you should've taken him up on
it." Tasha quipped.
"He's not exactly what I'm in the mood for
right now." the Counselor retorted as she tossed
back her hair.
"Oh really?" Tasha asked. "Well, maybe I
know something that might interest
you....Computer...Hold!"
The turbolift came to a sudden stop, catching
Deanna off guard. In a sudden motion, Tasha
sprinted across the lift and pressed Deanna against
the wall. Before the Counselor could say a word,
Yar's lips were pressed hard against her own. When
she opened her mouth to finally speak, Troi had her
words cut off by the intrusion of Tasha's tongue.
The blonde's left hand cupped Deanna's breast,
rubbing her thumb over the large nipple that pressed
against the blue material.
A soft cry finally escaped the Betazoid's lips,
but it was a cry of pleasure, not of anger. As
Deanna returned the kiss with the caress of her own
tongue, Tasha slid her free hand down and under
the pinned woman's skirt. To her delight, Deanna
wasn't wearing panties, allowing easy access to her
womanhood. To her surprise, the Commander was
also incredibly wet.
"What's this?" She said in surprise. "Don't
tell me you really had the hots for that Ensign?"
"Of course not..." Deanna gasped.
A gasp was the best she could do as Tasha
had slid two fingers within her and was furiously
rubbing against her clit. Already it was sending tiny
sparks throughout her body.
"Well it certainly wasn't from me.." Tasha
said in a slightly hostile voice as she pushed a third
finger up into Troi. "I just got here."
The violent motion of Tasha's hand within
her and the pressure of the hand pressing into her
breasts began to excite Deanna more and more. She
could feel the intoxicating combination of anger and
lust emanating from Tasha. It had come as a great
shock to her when they had begun their affair six
weeks before when she found that she really enjoyed
Tasha's rough sexplay. Their attraction was purely
sexual. They could be friends but love would never
enter into the picture. Right now it was enough that
they both filled a need the other had.
"I know why you're so wet!" Tasha
exclaimed as she put a fourth finger into play. "You
just came from sickbay, and you've had the hots for
our lady doctor since she came aboard two weeks
ago."
Deanna merely moaned in response. It was
true. From the moment she had beamed aboard,
Deanna had formed a crush on Beverly Crusher.
"I don't think the good doctor is really into
girls though." Tasha laughed as she brought Deanna
to the edge of climax. "And even if she were, I don't
think she'd be into games like this!"
Pulling the top of Deanna's uniform down,
Tasha exposed the Betazoid's perfectly formed
breast. With a ravenous hunger, her mouth closed
around the wide aureole and she bit down hard. The
sudden jolt was enough to send Troi over the edge.
A loud cry filled the lift as her juices covered Tasha's
hand.
Slumping against the wall, her left breast
hanging loose, Deanna felt drained. Yet at the same
time, she felt wonderful. The raw sexual energy that
Tasha radiated was like a narcotic to an empath like
herself. And the best thing was that she knew the
lithe blonde woman wasn't done yet.
Bringing her juice covered fingers up to
Deanna's mouth, Tasha smiled as the Betazoid took
each sticky finger into her mouth and licked them
clean one by one. It was a small act of submission
but one which turned Tasha on immensely.
"That's my baby." Tasha purred. "You can
fantasize about Doctor Beverly all you want, as long
as you remember that your ass belongs to Tasha."
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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