Title: ANYMORE FOR COUNSELLING?

Author: Darklord (darklord@emailpostbox.com)

Series: TNG/DS9

Code: Beverly Crusher/Deanna Troi/Ezri Dax

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: In the beginning there was NBC, but they were a pack of wallys and sold Star Trek to Paramount for 5 pesos, 2 rusty safety pins and an old button. Paramount now owns the Star Trek universe, but occasionally I stage a jailbreak and let the characters out to have some fun. Don't tell Paramount or they'll sic a Flaxian assassin on me. (And that's not helpful)

Warning: This story contains depictions of lesbian sex. If that ain't your cup of tea, go read something else.

Summary: Dr Crusher and Counsellor Troi are on DS9 to help out in the aftermath of the destruction of the USS Defiant. (Sequel to "ANYONE FOR COUNCELLING")

Archiving: Yes please on FFF and ASCEM. Anybody else that wants to archive please let me know and I'll probably say yes.

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ANYMORE FOR COUNSELLING?

Injured men and women were being helped to the infirmary while the survivors of Chin'toka were heading to Quark's for some well-earned relaxation. Starship captains haggled with engineers about repair schedules and the few merchants that had stayed through the war tried to sell their wares, everything from food and clothing to Bajoran handicrafts.

The two women entered the crowds and slowly made their way over to a turbolift station. As soon as the doors opened they stepped inside, grateful for the respite from the gathered hoards.
"Ops," said Deanna and the turbolift began its ascent to the station's Operations Centre. When it arrived, the two officers were not surprised to see Ops was just as busy as the Promenade, with
Starfleet personnel and members of the Bajoran Militia at every workstation, with others rushing about the room asking questions and collecting equipment.

"Excuse me," Beverly said to a Bajoran officer who was walking past, "Where can we find Captain Sisko?"

"Commander's office," the man replied, pointing, as he went over and began checking engineering readouts.

"Thank you," Beverly called out, as she and Deanna made their way across Ops and up the stairs to the Commander's office. The door opened and the two women entered, the doors closing behind them.

Captain Benjamin Sisko was sitting behind his desk while a very young Trill woman in a Starfleet Lieutenant's uniform stood off to one side.

"What's broken down now?" Sisko asked tiredly, putting his hand to his forehead and wiping his brow.

"Nothing, as far as I'm aware," Deanna replied smiling. "Beverly and I came to help you, not to report more problems."

"That's the best news I've heard all day," Sisko said, smiling broadly at Deanna's statement. "Our infirmary is overflowing and we could really use Doctor Crusher's help."

"Just my luck," the Trill spoke up. "We get help and everybody's a doctor. Why can't we just get a Ship's Counsellor once in a while?"

She sank back onto a padded couch and held her head in her hands. "Allow me to introduce myself," Deanna said as she moved over and stood in front of the Trill. "Deanna Troi, Ship's Counsellor, USS Enterprise."

The Trill looked up at Deanna and smiled broadly. "Yes!" she said exuberantly as she stood up and threw her arms around Deanna's neck before kissing her on the cheek. A moment later the Trill realised what she was doing, let her arms go and said apologetically, "I'm sorry Commander, I'm just so delighted to have some help at last."

"That's all right, Lieutenant?" Deanna asked, prompting for her fellow counsellor's name.
"Dax. Lieutenant Ezri Dax," said the Trill, still smiling. "Welcome to DS9 , and I really mean that!"

"Oh, you're the new host for the Dax symbiot, I should have realised," Deanna said, working out who the Trill woman was. "Worf's told us quite a bit about you."

"He has?" Ezri said, a little surprised.

"Time for a chat later," Beverly said smiling. "There are people who need our help now, not when we feel like it."

"Of course, you're right Bev, we need to get out and help, not waste time," Deanna said, glancing over at her friend. "I hope we'll get a chance to talk later Ezri, I think we could get on very well and you can tell me if Worf's still got some of his annoying little habits," Deanna concluded, looking at Ezri.

"Oh, he has," Ezri whispered conspiratorially. "If you'd like to come with me Commander, I'll show you the sign-up list we've set up to record requests for counselling," she finished, speaking in a normal tone.

As Deanna and Ezri left through a side door, Beverly Crusher turned to Captain Sisko and said, "I'll head down to the infirmary, if you don't mind Captain, and let you get back to running this madhouse."

"Thank you Dr Crusher, your help is greatly appreciated. I'll get Colonel Kira to sort out some quarters for you until the Enterprise gets back," Sisko said gratefully.

"Thank you Captain, that would be very much appreciated, although I doubt I'll spend much time there," Beverly said thankfully, before she headed out the door and back into the organised chaos that was Deep Space Nine.

Over the next 39 hours both women were run off their feet with work, tending to broken bones and broken hearts, lost souls and lacerations, burn victims and victims of burnout. Eventually the patients trailed off and Beverly and Deanna stumbled to their quarters and collapsed on their beds. Within seconds both were sound asleep, too tired to even remove their uniforms.

It was almost 12 hours later when the two women woke up, a lot more refreshed than when they went to sleep, but still a little tired. By the time Beverly made her way into the main living area of their quarters, Deanna was already up and sitting at the dining table in a pale pink satin robe, nursing a cup of lemon tea.

"Good morning Bev," she said, looking up from her padd. "I hope you had a good sleep."

"Yes thank you, Deanna," Beverly replied yawning. "But I could have done with some more. What time is it?"

"1400 hours," Deanna replied.

"And when does the Enterprise come back for us again?"

"Tomorrow morning, 0630 hours," Deanna told her friend.

"What on earth are we going to do for the next16, 17 hours?" Beverly asked.

"It's 18 and a half actually," Deanna said smiling, "and to be honest, I don't know."

"Are you sure it's 18 and a half hours Deanna?"

"I'm positive Bev. Why don't you go and have a shower and wake up properly. They've got water plumbing" Deanna told her friend enticingly.

"Sounds like a very good idea," Beverly said tiredly. "I'll see you soon then." She made her way over towards the bathroom and disappeared inside. Beverly stripped off her uniform and turned the shower on. As the water began to fall, Beverly found herself a towel, soap and some shampoo, before climbing in the shower and letting the warm water cascade down her body.

She stood under the showerhead and just let the water saturate her hair and run in rivulets down her back, over her rounded butt and down her long graceful legs, before turning round and doing the same thing to her front. The warmth of the water and the steam began to revitalise Beverly and she began to wash herself, starting with her hair. She soon moved on to her legs, gliding soapy hands up and down her smooth skin, raising her legs and making sure that they were
properly washed before moving on.

When Beverly had finished her legs, she dribbled the liquid soap over her upper chest and started to caress and wash her breasts. As she massaged the soap into her breasts, Beverly sighed in total relaxation, and enjoyed the sensation as she brushed her nipples at regular intervals.

Soon Beverly moved down her body, washing her stomach before passing a hand over her pubic mound. She slipped a finger inside her pussy and gently explored her womanhood. As she played with herself, Beverly used her thumb to flick her clit every once in a while and soon had herself on the verge of an orgasm. Beverly continued to stimulate her pussy until, with a gentle moan of pleasure, her climax hit. She reached out and steadied herself, as her knees grew weak
for a moment. When she had regained control, Beverly started washing the rest of her body.

When she was finished, Beverly reluctantly turned the shower off, moved out of the shower box and began to dry herself off. When Beverly was finished, she wrapped her towel around her body and walked back into the main living area of the quarters she was sharing with Deanna.

"The bathroom's all yours," Beverly said happily, the smile evident in her voice. "Oh, I didn't realise we had guests."

Deanna was sitting on one of the two couches in the living room, chatting with Lt. Dax. "Yes, Ezri came over to thank us for our help," she said to her friend. "I take it you enjoyed your shower?"

"Oh god yes!" Beverly said contentedly, after her orgasm. "Even more than Sela enjoyed her bath I think."

"If I've come at a bad time, I can come back later," Ezri said interrupting. When Beverly and Deanna looked at each other and began to laugh at Ezri's statement, the Trill looked confused.

"Sorry Ezri," Deanna said when she could speak again. "It's just a small case of déjà vu, nothing to worry about."

"Déjà vu?" Ezri asked.

"It's an Earth term," Beverly explained, "and it describes a feeling that certain events have occurred before. It just made us think of a counselling session that Deanna and I gave a couple of days ago."

"Yes, I did enjoy that counselling session," Deanna said, her lips curving into a smile at her recollections, "but I don't think we're likely to repeat that kind of encounter again."

"Mmm, you're probably right," Beverly conceded, "but you should never give up hope. I mean, Ezri for instance, has lost a ship too." As Beverly was speaking, Ezri reached up and massaged her neck, trying to ease a small crick out of it. Dr Crusher noticed Ezri's discomfort.

"Is everything all right Ezri?" she asked, concerned.

"Just a small ache, nothing to worry about," Ezri said dissmissively.

"Let me be the judge of that," Beverly said sternly. "Wait here a moment and I'll just go get my tricorder."

"I don't want to put you to any trouble," Ezri said. "I'll get Julian to look at it later."

"Stay there, I'll be back in a moment," Beverly said, as she walked over towards her bedroom.

"As the doors closed behind the doctor, Deanna turned to Ezri and said, "So, how are you holding up Ezri?"

"OK I guess," Ezri replied tiredly. "The Defiant was much more Jadzia's ship than mine. Worf and Benjamin are having a harder time adjusting to its loss than I am."

"If you need any help with Worf, or just someone to talk to yourself, I'm available," Deanna offered.

"Thank you, I'll bear that in mind," Ezri said as Beverly's bedroom door opened and the doctor returned with her tricorder.

Beverly walked over to where Ezri sat and waved her diagnostic scanner over the young woman a few times. After checking the tricorder readouts, she announced, " It's nothing serious, you're
just a little tense. A good massage and everything will be as good as new."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Ezri said, closing her eyes and lying back on the couch. "Know any good masseurs?"

"Nobody on the Enterprise has ever complained about my technique," Deanna said without any hint of arrogance. "If you'd like, I could give you one now."

"Yes please," Ezri said, almost pleading.

"It's probably easier to do it in my bedroom," Deanna said. "Go through, take off your uniform and I'll be in soon with some warm massage oil."

"Thank you Deanna," Ezri said as she stood up and made her way over to the door. The door hissed shut behind Ezri and she gave the room a brief glance. It was a standard Cardassian-designed sleeping chamber, with a bed, wardrobe, chest of drawers, large mirror and a couple of barely unpacked bags under the window.

Ezri quickly stripped off her uniform, down to her white satin and lace bra and matching G-string panties. As Ezri stood waiting for Deanna to come back with the massage oil, she happened to glance over at the mirror on the wall and saw herself reflected there.

Eight or nine lifetimes of experience behind her and all Ezri could see was a small inexperienced young woman. The virginal white almost seemed to mock her as she looked at herself. Torias, Curzon and Jadzia before her were all known for their enjoyment of life, Curzon had even died while fucking on Risa, Ezri thought to herself, and what had she done in the months since her joining with the Dax symbiot ­ nothing. Sure, she'd been in a war and survived this long, but that was more duty and self-preservation than anything else.

Ezri wanted to live, to experience life like Curzon had done, but she wasn't sure how to go about it. She was still in reverie when Deanna Troi came into the room. The Betazoid touched the younger woman on the shoulder, breaking her self-pitying train of thought. "Lie down on the bed and remove your bra and we can start your massage," Deanna said gently to the Trill.

Ezri turned around and climbed onto the bed, quickly removing her bra and flinging it with the rest of her clothes, before lying face down on the bed. Deanna discarded her robe before getting on the bed too, straddling the Trill just below her buttocks. She squirted some oil onto Ezri's back and began to massage it in, easing Ezri's knotted muscles and relaxing her patient along the way.

"Mmm, this is nice," Ezri said very relaxed, as the counsellor's skilled hands eased her tension away. Deanna leaned forward to try to work out a particularly big knot from the Trill's shoulders, and Ezri felt what could only be Deanna's breasts brush her skin, the Betazoid's nipples tracing a path up Ezri's back. She didn't realise that Deanna had taken off her robe, and the notion that she was getting a massage from a naked woman shocked Ezri for a moment, before a small tingle developed between her legs at the thought.

Ezri had worked with her fellow counsellor over the last few days and had noticed how attractive she was. Jadzia or Curzon would have gone after Deanna without a second thought if they found her attractive, but Ezri was still very much Ezri Tigan when it came to matters
sexual, not Dax.

Deanna's breasts brushed Ezri's back several more times as her massage continued, each touch contributing to a growing dampness in the younger woman's sex.

Deanna Troi, for her part, wasn't immune to the sensations she was creating in her "patient". Ezri's charms had not gone unnoticed and the unintentional brushing of her nipples against the Trill's smooth skin was starting to turn Deanna on. As she continued her efforts, it became harder and harder for Deanna to maintain her self-control.

As soon as Deanna disappeared into her bedroom Beverly Crusher settled herself down on a couch and began to read. She had bought herself a small present yesterday while she took some time off for lunch. It was a Bajoran collection of erotica written over the past 100 years or so.

Contrary to some people's opinions, the Bajoran people were not the prudes many other devoutly religious races were, and the writing ranged from the mildly titillating to the very explicit. Beverly had thought it might give her some ideas that she could use on her next lover. But when she looked at the synopsis of the stories in her collection, her attention was drawn to a short tale entitled "Issa's Education". It told the story of a young woman named Issa and her sexual awakening by a traveling actress called Nerys.

As Beverly read the words her hand made its way between her legs for the second time that day and started playing with the lips of her womanhood. Beverly loosened her towel and spread her legs wider, pushing her fingers deep inside her quickly moistening pussy. As she played with herself, Beverly's breathing grew heavy and her eyes started to close.

*.*.*.*.*

"OK Ezri, you can turn over now," Deanna said as she stood up on her knees, the massage oil in one hand. As the Trill rolled over onto her back, Deanna got her first look at an almost naked Trill. *It must be one of the Galaxy's greatest teases,* Deanna thought to herself as she saw Ezri's body front on for the first time, *and now I've found out exactly how far a Trill's spots do go ­ all the way!*

As Ezri lay back on the bed, Deanna followed the spots down from the Trill's forehead, down her neck and over her shoulders, before they skirted the outside curve of Ezri's breasts and on down her side, over her hips, down the side of Ezri's legs and across her ankle, before ending at the base of her little toe.

Deanna looked up from Ezri's feet and saw that her new friend had her hands covering her breasts and a slightly embarrassed expression on her face. "Don't worry Ezri," she said comfortingly, "I'm not here to take advantage of you, I'm here to help you relax and de-stress."

"I know," Ezri replied a little sheepishly. "It's just I'm not used to being virtually naked with another woman."

"Surely one of your previous hosts must have done something like this, and it's not as if we're lovers or anything," Deanna said smiling.

"Of course not," Ezri said relaxing a little. "I'm just being stupid." Slowly her hands fell away from her breasts, revealing to Deanna just how beautiful they were. Smaller than Deanna's own ample bosoms, Ezri's medium sized tits had the perkiness of youth, her smooth pale skin surrounding small brown nipples that matched the colour of the spots that caressed the side of her breasts.

Deanna knew that Ezri wasn't as confident about this situation as she was making out, so she decided to help boost the young counsellor's confidence. "Your breasts are beautiful Ezri. You have no reason to be ashamed," she said reassuringly.

"Thank you," Ezri said blushing at the compliment, "but they're not as nice as yours."

"Yes, but mine have been subjected to metaphysic radiation," Deanna said smiling, "and it's made them smoother and firmer than they've been in some time."

"You've had cosmetic treatment?" Ezri asked a little surprised.

"Not on purpose," Deanna replied. "I visited a planet with a ring system giving off metaphysic radiation naturally. If you stay there long enough, it can turn the clock back a little. But enough about my boobs, we're here to give you a massage after all."

Deanna poured some oil on to Ezri's stomach and began to lightly rub it in to her skin, taking care not to damage the Dax symbiot. As she started on Ezri's shoulders and chest, Deanna felt Ezri truly relax and enjoy the experience of the massage.

But Deanna's massage was doing more than relaxing Ezri. A Trill's spots are sensitive and her masseuse's attentions were beginning to turn Ezri on again. Deanna sensed the other woman's growing feelings, and tried to keep her focus on the massage, but it became increasingly difficult. Deanna could sense Beverly's efforts outside in the main room, and that coupled with the feelings that Ezri was throwing off, began to work on her resolve.

Ezri could feel Deanna's warm, strong fingers working her flesh and wished, for once, that she could follow her instinct when it came to sex. She wanted to be more than friends with the Betazoid, but didn't know how to begin things. *What would Curzon or Jadzia do?* she thought to herself.

*Ask her* came a voice into her mind, suspiciously like Jadzia's.

*I don't think I could, could I?* Ezri thought, turning the suggestion over in her mind.

"You seem a little troubled," Deanna said, breaking into Ezri's thoughts. "Can I do anything to help?"

*Don't be scared, just do it. Follow your instincts.* Joran's voice said in her mind, insistent and seductive.

"Deanna," Ezri began nervously, "before you said something about it's not as if we were lovers. Have you ... have you ever made love to another woman before?"

Deanna was surprised at Ezri's question. "Why do you ask?" she said evenly, stopping the massage for the moment, but leaving her hands where they were.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked?" Ezri replied embarrassed. "Please forget I said anything. I should be going now."

As Ezri began to move to get off the bed, Deanna realised that her question was just Ezri's way of asking if Deanna was interested in her. She reached out and put her hand on Ezri's shoulder, stopping the Trill from getting up and leaving. "You don't need to go Ezri," Deanna said softly.
Ezri turned back to look over her shoulder and Deanna lent down and kissed the younger woman on the lips. The kiss was tentative and awkward at first, until both women relaxed, knowing that the other wanted this as well.

As the kiss ended Ezri lay back on the bed, before reaching up and gently caressing Deanna's smooth legs and butt. "So, where do we go from here?" Ezri asked, looking Deanna in the eyes.
The Betazoid just smiled at her soon-to-be lover and repositioned herself on the bed so she could bend down and suck the young Trill's breasts. As Deanna's tongue and lips played with Ezri's nipples, Ezri moaned softly with pleasure. Deanna paid attention to both breasts, caressing Ezri's spots as she nibbled and teased her friend's nipples, until they stood out like small pebbles against Ezri's soft mounds.

Deanna stretched out her hand and ran it over Ezri's stomach, before moving down towards the waistband of Ezri's panties. She slipped the tip of her finger under the satiny material and allowed the rest of her fingers to follow. They brushed over a light carpet of pubic hair before finding the top of the younger woman's slit.

Deanna eased her fingers into Ezri's womanhood, feeling her partner's warm and wet pussy encase her fingers in a warmth and a heat that was truly scorching. The moans that came out of both women were an echo of the desire they felt for each other, quickly building from almost
nothing to a level that Deanna feared Beverly might hear in the next room. Deanna reluctantly removed her finger from Ezri's sex and raised it to her lips, to drink in the taste of her new friend. It was sweet and tangy, and tasted wonderful to Deanna's senses.

"Oh yes," Deanna moaned softly when she had sucked off all the juice her finger had delivered, "Get those panties off Ezri, I want to taste your pussy properly." To emphasise her words, Deanna barely gave her companion a chance to begin removing her panties before almost ripping them off Ezri's body herself. Deanna flung the satin underwear across the room, as Ezri raised her legs high and spread them to allow her fellow counsellor access to her dripping snatch, an invitation that was quickly taken up.

Deanna hungrily lowered her face into the Trill's quim, lapping up Ezri's juices and stimulating her clit. As Deanna licked and nibbled, probed and sucked Ezri's mound, she could taste the younger woman's juices on her tongue and feel even more smeared around her mouth.

Ezri moaned loudly as Deanna ate her out, jumping sharply every time her lover touched a sensitive spot. She reached down and forced Deanna's face deeper into her womanhood as she cried out in pure ecstasy. When her orgasm hit, it took Ezri by surprise and she screamed out in release, flooding Deanna's face with even more tangy juices.

Deanna tried to drink in as much of Ezri's spend as she could but ended up with more on her face than on her tongue. She raised her face from Ezri's pussy and looked up at her lover. Ezri was
breathing heavily, and slowly coming down from her high. Deanna crawled up the bed and tenderly kissed Ezri on the lips.

"That was amazing," Ezri said when she recovered enough to speak. "Can we do that again?"

"Of course," Deanna replied, smiling, "providing you tend to my pussy as well."

"Try and stop me," Ezri said quickly before shifting over on the bed, allowing Deanna to move more into the middle of the bed. As Deanna moved over, Ezri manoeuvred herself into position to "69" her friend. When Deanna was settled, Ezri straddled the Betazoid and Deanna pulled the younger woman's pussy down onto her waiting tongue. Ezri moaned softly before diving into Deanna's own moist folds and doing to her lover as she was doing to her.

*.*.*.*.*

Beverly Crusher moaned and cried out in release as another orgasm shook her body. Her padd fell from her fingers and bounced on the floor as a wave of total pleasure swept her naked form. The towel she was wearing when she began to read was draped over the back of the couch where she was sitting, one hand stimulating her sex to her latest mind-blowing climax.

As she was coming down from her high, the comm startled her when it went off. "Ops to Dr Crusher."

Beverly tried to bring her breathing back to normal before answering. "Crusher here," she said, still a little breathless despite her efforts.

"We have a message for you from the Enterprise," came the disembodied voice of the Ops duty comm officer. "They wanted to let you know they'll be picking you and Counsellor Troi up 24 hours later than planned."

"Thank you. I'll inform Counsellor Troi myself," Beverly said, her breathing back under control. Crusher out."

Beverly sat back on the couch and laughed quietly to herself at almost being caught out by Jean-Luc's message. She covered herself quite well, and didn't think the Bajoran Ops officer had any idea she was buck naked with her hand between her legs only seconds earlier.

If only he had known!

Before she got up to tell Deanna, Beverly licked her spend off her fingers like a fine wine. She wrapped the towel around her before going over and triggering the door into Deanna's bedroom.
As the door hissed open she could hear the moans and groans of Deanna and Ezri as they ate each other out. When the door was fully open, she could see them both on the bed ­ Deanna on the bottom and Ezri on top, with their faces in each other's pussy. Beverly felt her sex tingle and begin to moisten again, as she smiled broadly in anticipation.

Deanna's tongue was teasing Ezri's folds like nothing Ezri had ever experienced in her young life. Dax had memories of similar lesbian encounters, but even Dax had not made love to such an attuned empath before, and Deanna was using all her abilities to the max, Ezri was sure of that.

Her lover's tongue brushed Ezri's clit and she moaned loudly, enjoying her partner's attentions. But amidst her cries of pleasure and Deanna's moans, Ezri thought she heard the sound of a door
hissing open. It took a few moments for her brain to place the sound and when she looked up to see if she was right or just imagining it, Ezri got a shock.

Standing in the doorway was Beverly Crusher, wearing only her large, white towel, and smiling broadly. As Ezri watched, Beverly released her towel and it fell to the floor behind the redheaded doctor, revealing Beverly's naked body to Ezri in all its glory.

Ezri gasped at the sight before her. Beverly's body was beautiful ­ her smooth, rounded shoulders and pale skin led down into a lightly freckled upper chest and full, ripe breasts, topped with pale pink nipples and light areola. Her stomach was trim and flat, with a well-defined waist leading to wider hips , before ending in the smoothest, most graceful legs Ezri had ever seen. Between her legs nestled a short, neatly trimmed patch of red pubic hair that seemed to almost
drip with moisture.

"Anyone mind if I join in the fun?" Beverly asked, her voice rich with promise and desire, as she slowly walked towards the bed.

"Please," Ezri whispered hoarsely, her mouth suddenly dry. As Beverly approached the bed, Ezri stood up on her knees, Deanna's pussy and her previous embarrassment forgotten, wiped from her mind by the doctor's beauty. Beverly walked up to the head of the bed and kissed Ezri passionately, the pure unadulterated lust Beverly felt flowing through her body coming out in that one kiss, leaving both women breathless.

Deanna slid out from under Ezri and moved off the bed to stand beside the doctor. "Hello Bev," she said, before kissing her friend. "Glad you could join us."

"I thought we were friends Deanna, you've been holding out on me," Beverly said in mock annoyance, smiling at the Betazoid.

"Ezri was a little shy to begin with," Deanna responded smiling, "but I think I've cured that. Anyway you've had more orgasms today than both Ezri and I put together, so no complaining."

"I intend to have more too," Beverly said, reaching out and sliding a finger between Ezri's labial lips and following it up her slit. Ezri moaned in delight at Beverly's action and watched as the doctor sensually sucked her sweet nectar off her finger. "Mmm, delicious," Beverly said softly. "Lie down Ezri, I want more."

Ezri lay down in the middle of the bed and spread her legs to allow her latest lover access to her sex. As Beverly got into position between her legs, Deanna also made a move, straddling Ezri's head and lowering her snatch down onto the Trill's waiting tongue.

For the next several minutes the room was filled with the sounds of the three women enjoying themselves with each other. Moans and groans of pleasure echoed around the room as Beverly, Deanna and Ezri drove each other to the brink of orgasm.

As Beverly systematically probed every corner of Ezri's juicy slit with her tongue and lips, she reached a hand down and started to play with her own folds. All her sexual energies were focused on pleasuring herself and Ezri, and as she continued, Beverly's hand became slick with her own pussy juices, and her efforts on Ezri grew more feverish.

Ezri could feel Beverly's extra attentions and knew that her own orgasm wasn't far off, but it was Deanna who beat the both of them to it. A combination of all the erotic energy she was picking up; Ezri's tongue and fingers exploring her mound; and Deanna's own hands caressing and teasing her breasts and body, pushed Deanna over the edge. She cried out in release as her orgasm hit, flooding Ezri's face with even more of her hot juices, which the Trill did her best
to lap up.

However, only a few seconds after Deanna's climax, Ezri's own orgasm arrived, the young woman arching back on the bed, her moans of delight muffled by Deanna's sex, as the Betazoid ground it into Ezri's face.

Beverly wasn't far behind her partners, her fingers thrusting deep into her pussy, triggering her own climax. As the powerful waves of pleasure ran through her body, she moaned loudly, her entire body on fire with sexual energy. Beverly's tongue lashed out once more to touch Ezri's clit, setting off another orgasm for the young Trill.

As the three of them came down from their orgasmic highs, they lay down on the bed beside each other and caught their breaths, Deanna and Beverly on either side of Ezri.

Ezri turned first to Deanna, and then to Beverly, and kissed both women tenderly on the lips. "Thank you both," she said softly, "that was wonderful."

"It was our pleasure," Deanna replied as she idly caressed Ezri's body. "So, what do you think now you've made love to another woman? Are you going to try it again?"

"You bet!" Ezri said enthusiastically. "I still like sex with men, but I'll definitely be doing this again."

"Sometimes you just can't beat a good stiff cock fucking your brains out can you?" Beverly said dreamily. "In fact, as much fun as this has been, I could really use a good hard fuck right about now."

"Anyone in particular?" Deanna asked teasingly.

"Captain Sisko looks like he could show a girl a good time," the doctor told her companions shyly.

"From what he told Curzon, you're probably right," Ezri said quietly, blushing at the memories. Beverly raised her eyebrows in surprise at Ezri's revelation and licked her lips, the imaginings in her mind almost visible to Deanna and Ezri. As all three women relaxed, with images of Captain Benjamin Sisko running round their head to varying degrees, the comm chose that moment to come to life.

"Sisko to Dax." After a moments surprise at suddenly hearing the object of her imagination's deep baritone voice, coming almost out of nowhere, Ezri was able to gather herself enough to reply without sounding too guilty or suspicious.

"Um, Dax here," she managed as the other two tried to contain their own amusement and surprise at Captain Sisko's timing.

"Could you please come to my quarters Ezri? I've got something I need to talk to you about," Sisko said evenly.

"I'm actually with Counsellor Troi and Doctor Crusher right now," Ezri said as normally as possible, "Could it wait a few minutes?" As she spoke Beverly turned on her side and began to caress Ezri's stomach and chest, smiling wickedly down at the Trill.

"That's even better, I need to have a word with them as well," Sisko replied, sounding pleased. "I'll be right down. Sisko out." His words hung in the air for a moment as the three women absorbed what Captain Sisko meant. Ezri was the first to react.

"Where'd I put my clothes?" Ezri said, a hint of panic in her voice as she sat bolt upright on the bed and began to slide down towards the foot. She got off the bed and quickly spotted them over by the drawers. "Where's my bra and panties?" she exclaimed loudly, panicking as she threw her uniform around looking for her underwear.

"Don't panic Ezri," Deanna said as she got up off the bed and put her robe on. "We'll help you find them." The three women looked around the room but couldn't see the offending undergarments anywhere.

"He'll be here soon, what do I do?" Ezri wailed, as the panic threatened to overwhelm her.
"Just get dressed without your underwear," Beverly said calmly, "He'll never know. Now, I need to get a robe of my own, back in a sec."

"Right," said Ezri, calming down, "just get dressed, he'll never know." She began to climb into her clothes as Beverly left to go and get her own robe, while Deanna gave the room one more glance to see if she could spot the missing panties, but they were nowhere to be seen.

When Ezri pulled on her boots, Deanna said, "Right Ezri, out into the main room, sit down, and for goodness sake, calm down." The two women stepped into the living area just as Beverly was coming out of her bedroom. Ezri quickly sat down on a couch just as the door chime sounded.

"Come in," Deanna said, relaxed, as she and Beverly took their seats. The doors to their quarters hissed open and the tall imposing figure of Captain Benjamin Sisko walked in.

"Hello Captain, we were just talking about you," Beverly said smoothly, smiling brightly.

"Should I be worried?" Ben Sisko answered, smiling back.

Beverly looked her fellow Starfleet officer up and down, flashed him a wicked smile, and replied. "Oh yes, Captain, be afraid, be very afraid"

Fin

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