Message-ID: <724eli$9705081701@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: 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 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /