Title: NEIGHBORS
Author: R Schultz ( cousindream@MSN.com )
Series: Post-VOYAGER
Code: F/F.
Rating: R
Pairing: J/f
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Trek belongs to greedy super-rich Paramount/ViaCom. They are unlikely to become richer by suing me. All that I am doing is playing with a character or two of their Trek series. After a little liberating copulation, I'm put them back good as new. Story mine under Berne Laws. Sept. 2003, 3600 words.
Summary: Janeway is back on Terra. She's been married, Captained the YAMATO, and been Commodore of Squadron RNZ-1 (Romulan Neutral Zone-One). Now she is divorced and presently riding a desk at Fleet HQ. It's been eleven years since she was in the Delta Quadrant. She wants to go back out, but knows Fleet demands all their Flag officers spend some time dirtside. She has just moved into her new home. She needs something to do. Or someone.
Warning: Lesbian lust occurs in this story. If this pops the isolinear chips from your mainframe, why not go elsewhere? As this is rated R, underage humanoids according to USA law should not read this. Those living in a nation or locale which disapproves of TrekSmut should also avoid. Go away. Shmoo.
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Comments to: cousindream@MSN.com
by R Schultz
Boxes stared at me whenever I traversed the living room or peeked into the guest bedroom. As the prospect of more moving effort irritated me, I turned my mind and eyes away. My two Jakes were eagerly awaiting my attentions and food, but they had dry in their bowls and I was ready for it to be lazy time.
There was a box full of wine bulbs, so I grabbed a Sonoma white and a blanket, and decided to do nothing but admire the night.
Safely seated in my lounger, far off I could see a few lines of barge boats working the finger of the bay up to the docks at San Jose. Underneath their bright navigation lights, billions of iridium termites continued their dismantling of the gigantic ruins beneath the placid waters of this inlet of the Pacific. Tiny and immune to the effects of sea water, they were relentless. The termites would take another eighty-seven years until what was once Silicon Valley would be footnotes in history PaDDs and naught else.
Every time I felt the earth move, I was reminded of where I chose to live.
A crescent moon was slowly dashing into the hills behind me, and Jake and Junior re-marked the line of chemical fencing that defined 'their' world. Otherwise nothing existed but a few neighbors, and the stars and the glow up San Francisco way.
I was still sexy, I told myself. I needed a tuck here and there, but my exercise regimen kept the basic system in manageable shape.
However, the whispering night said it was time to find someone.
Tomorrow maybe I'll consider a new lover. The thought depressed me. My forebrain said I wanted a new husband, but I didn't think that was a wise thing to focus on. Not until I stopped wincing from contemplating the old one. I wished him and his too-young girlfriend the best of luck, I told myself. I knew I lied.
This was a time for doing nothing. Looking up and seeing the eternity I wanted to be traveling in. The stars. Out there was where I belonged. Traversing the Big Deep.
I set the alarm clock on my wrist chrono and stretched out on my lounger. I'd barely got comfortable before voices came from my left.
Carrying a dark puffbed, I could make out two figures coming my way.
My neighbor took the name of Lindsay, and worked for Marcus GMBH, the Design place on the other side of the peninsula. She had invited herself to dinner once, bringing a bottle of Napa Chablis to the table as well as a rhubarb pie, hot from the replicator.
She had let me know, in the fashions we women have, that she was alone at the moment and she enjoyed the company of women. Fair enough, but I was wary of making neighbors into lovers.
Lindsay's place now had a few lights and the sound of distant voices. I'd decided she had company, but it was no interest of mine, so long as their gathering didn't get too loud.
Jake and Junior surveyed them, but did not rise so long as I had said to sit. I did nothing now to encourage their curiosity. When the voices collapsed upon the puffbed and became obviously amorous, I thought it prudent to let my presence be known.
"Nice night," I loudly said.
A stunning silence, and the dogs went to the limits of their perimeter. Their almost-whines identified the strangers as being my neighbor and a friend.
"Kathryn," she said. "Lindsay," I returned. "Nice night."
Questions and answers were uttered on the puffbed until one figure rose up and came my way. Lindsay eventually followed. The new woman was smaller than Lindsay, and was probably attempting to move gracefully and seductively, but just wound up moving unsurely in the night. Lindsay cussed and joined us at my lounger by the peach trees.
To my non-surprised view, the stranger was female and nude. The light was good enough that her probable youth and beauty was apparent to my eye.
Sarijee was her name, her midnight hair tightly bound, her toothy smile broad in her dark face, her scent that of sandalwood, more unknown and exotic spices, and randy woman. I sat up, introducing Jake and Junior to the new suckers. Both Irish Setters always had a boundless need for ever more scratching and petting and other attention.
Lindsay sat on the far side, her older and taller blond body also naked in the darkness. Sarijee was obviously rolling on me, but I don't poach. She came out with Lindsay and thus she shall leave.
A few caresses, a kiss or five, a careful placing by her of my hand between her thighs so that I might feel the heat and wet of her. A kiss or two back, a friendly rubbing of her inner thigh, and I segued into caring for my hounds and conversing with Lindsay.
The young woman was unhappy that I turned her obvious offer down. She was young, very young, arrogant in her surety, and accustomed to getting her way with other women. The arrogance told me she was probably a stunning beauty. Her petulance at being rebuffed told me she was too young or too unformed to interest me greatly.
No doubt she'd be fun, but. But no thank you.
Sarijee eventually rose up, holding Lindsay's hand, ready to resume her nighttime revel with my neighbor. Sarijee was a little mad at me and no doubt would vocally and loudly enjoy herself with Lindsay. She would let me know what I was missing.
Instead Lindsay scooted over to let her hip lie against mine, one hand still busy behind a hound's ecstatic ears. She disengaged herself from Sarijee's hand and turned to kiss my neck.
I was about to protest that my opinions about sexing neighbors remained unchanged, until I understood the playlet occurring on my lawn. Lindsay had been rebuffed in an insulting manner and now she was telling Sarijee to go elsewhere. She had other women, other pretty women, and didn't need Sarijee.
The last I saw of the black-haired girl was her sweet ass disappearing into the night.
"Is she gone?" Lindsay asked.
"That she is," I replied. Lindsay sat up and looked sadly towards the departed young dyke.
"This may sound strange..." Lindsay began.
"I've a guest bedroom, and you're perfectly welcome to stay the night. We'll have to move some boxes, and put on bedding, but it's a nice new bed. You can inaugurate its use."
Lindsay held my hand and followed me into my new home.
I found a wrap to throw around her, and we settled into my little kitchen for girl stuff. I understood perfectly that Lindsay had her pride to maintain. She could in no way or fashion return home tonight, or at least not for some time. She would spend some time with me. Then, with her image intact, could then return to her undoubtedly female and raucously sexy guests.
So be it. Jake and Junior were happy for the extra set of scratching hands. I was happy for the company. She was nicely formed, pleasant of face, a decade older than myself, and had a nicely sarcastic turn of mind.
She quickly got catty about some of her past lovers and had a stinging phrase or two reserved for the unlamented Sarijee. She had once been an assistant Comptroller in the Continental Government, and knew Governor Harry Kim well.
She described a Clarinet concert of sorts she and four others had been subjected to in reward for a job done efficiently. They had all resolved never again to do that well.
I told her about his awkward attempts to get Seven of Nine into bed with him when she was already perfectly willing to copulate with him until his ears bled. But Harry needed the courtship first, the ritual.
We drank a few bulbs of cold Sonoma Chablis, nibbled on cold shrimp in piquant sauce, and felt close.
It was almost expected when Lindsay came to stand behind me and began kissing the back of my neck.
"You're a beautiful woman, Kathryn," she whispered. "Just for tonight I would be more to you than a neighbor. Afterwards I'll move away if I have to. But will you let me see you then? Drop by and talk?"
Just this once I'll ignore my prohibition about neighbors.
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Lindsay had enjoyed an unknown quantity and good quality of rejuvs in probably recent memory. Total package was enjoyable.
Her blond hair was long enough to cover her ears, and her skin was pleasant and womanly soft. Her rump was nicely formed, the long types of ass genetically favored by tall women. Quite firm, and free from sag and cottage cheese. Her hips were large, but pleasing in profile. White fuzz covered skin very silky. I could see her in my big dressing mirror. Her breasts were much like mine. Slightly larger, very liquid, a little sag, but rather nicely holding together. Like me and my surgeries she had opted for obvious sagging, but severely limited the degree of droop. Her belly I knew pooched and sagged, but exciting to the touch or tongue for all that.
The best treasure was her sparsely blond Mons, and the secret places hidden from easy view. It had been some years since my last woman, and Lindsay was a joyful spring found in a desert.
I was behind her, finding her rear with one hand. She smiled at me in the mirror and raised one knee into the air in obvious invitation. I followed the natural course of my fingers and quickly found the still-sticky fount of her nectars.
I rested my head on her side and immersed myself in the spectacle of this big blond sliding towards ecstasy on my fingers. We had plenty of time, and Lindsay was happy to let me tease and titillate her up that sparking ride. I was fascinated by the changes in her as she finally accepted my fingers inside her and began to talk of love and passion and joy and obscene things.
The changes that crept over her were delightful to watch. The voyeur in me was coming out.
After a pause for some friendly kissing, I surmounted her and rode my body into her hand for my own climax. After that we lapsed into leisured dining. We wasted most of the morning, if that was the proper description of what we did.
Later, we had breakfast and Lindsay observed her own house and the visible three naked women camped out for a little sun.
Lindsay was at some pains to state how we could consider this past night as a one-night stand, if necessary. We could still be neighbors, only neighbors who had shared sex. With a leer she noted she would like to see us both together in the future. But she had correctly identified my hesitancies as a reluctance to create a commitment or bonding beyond a little fun and sex.
Then she invited me over to her place. She thought I might enjoy meeting a few of her female friends and lovers. So we walked across, both of us bare naked. The dogs accompanied us and I carried a robe to wear if need be. If any neighbors were watching, I'm sure they drew the correct conclusion about my sexual tastes.
Lindsay introduced me to the trio sunning on her lawn, and went into HausFrau mode immediately upon stepping inside. I thought the place was charming. Lots of art and posters on the walls, with only a few pieces of female underwear on the furniture. Sharijee was nowhere in sight.
On the couch a little brunette was vigorously fisting a big muscular, stocky, and short-haired oriental, probably Chinese. Lindsay took the time to carefully kiss both of them, and invited me to meet Marlissa and Luci. Luci raised her head for a kiss from me, so it seemed only polite to greet her in that lovely fashion. Marlissa was an aggressive kisser, pushing tongue at me from the start. She smiled and invited me to be the next to enjoy her small hands. I declined, but that meant it left Luci free to offer a number of substitutes.
This wanton behavior should have dismayed me, but it did not. I wasn't in command, none of these women were my subordinates, and frankly it was exciting viewing all the ladies innocently viewing my aged flesh and deciding they wanted some of the goodies I might offer. A girl never feels bad for a little harmless appreciation.
It was late afternoon, but Lindsay decided to indulge in some breakfast. I took my eggs poached on Rye toast and she dialed up a Canadian bacon BLT on croissant. In ten minutes there were nine females not-quite pigging, most of whom were interested in the fresh chum, live bait. Me. Most were polite, but Marlissa, the little brunette fister, gave me her Iso-card in case I wanted to talk. All very flattering.
Eventually Lindsay invited me to her bedroom to see her etchings. We locked the door.
She had five etchings on her walls. One was signed by my sister Phoebe. Each and every one was of an elf or pixie. Creatures of Fairy. Like I had said, Lindsay had an interesting turn of mind.
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Marlissa showed up on my doorstep on Thursday, explaining that she couldn't call in advance because she didn't know my call codes. She was demurely dressed in a rust pantsuit, and wished to invite me to dinner some evening. Right then would be fine.
We took her flic on auto up to the Bay entrance, for a BuffaloBurger place which had a complete menu. Populist facade, good restaurant inside. Not quite trendy. Not a single plant in a pot hanging from the rafters. It didn't bother me in the least that the steak I ate had come from a replicator. Us StarFleet folk always adapt.
Amazingly she proceeded slowly in her seduction. She'd chosen the place because you could see the Bridge from it, and the prices didn't quite reflect the view. Afterwards we lounged outside, hugging our coats for the damp cold, just talking.
The second date we went to the Twin Peaks, a centuries-old dyke place, where we danced. The third was to watch the seals at a place she knew down the Big Sur.
We made love on the beach. It was cold as hell. We did a lot of blanket cocooning. We quickly returned to my place and locked the dogs outside. I loved being given a non-stop benediction in Portuguese as my face worshipped her fragrant body.
We lasted four months.
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Lindsay gave me a little solace. Then she tired of my temper and invited me to a party over at Oakland.
Once there I immediately gravitated towards a big blond with Earth Mother written all over her. The flower-garlanded hair helped make the identification. Her name was Mariette. At the end of two months I was avoiding her.
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It depressed me to realize I was cruising this bar for a new woman. I was above such things, right? Right.
Mariette had been boring, once the sex had lost some of its novelty.
Describe irony. Me, Miss Single Minded and Tunnel-Visioned, calling someone else boring. At least here I could find someone to dance with.
Then a long-legged gal came out of the 'Loo. The long blond hair set off alarm bells in my head.
Her name was Jacqueline and she was from Montreal. She was just a little kinky.
I still have the leather and latex outfits hanging in my wardrobe closet that we bought together for me. Fortunately I could easily switch from being a Top to a Bottom. Jacky was also clearly a nymphomaniac with a taste for supple riding crops and a need to spank. Speaking of bottoms, she loved to wear this red leather dildo and put it elsewhere.
For her I became Queen Arachnia, Anal Queen.
Tom Paris would have gotten a kick out of seeing me strapped to a table and screaming out my enjoyment.
Jacky asked me for a name to use, and memory of Paris' damned holoprogram gave me the name before I had sense enough to snatch it back. Ask me questions when I'm orgasming and you never know what words might pop out of my mouth.
She was fun, even if we did use my dermal regenerator a lot on my rear end.
Jacky lasted over five months.
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Dannis was Bajoran, younger, muscular and male. He was an Anguished Artist who enjoyed older women a lot more than he did sweating over a canvas and a concept that didn't want to materialize. However, he actually did earn a living producing nudes and portraits on commission.
He made an etching for Lindsay with myself depicted as a forest sprite. You had to look thrice before you found naked me amidst the bark and leaves.
He made another almost-nude study of me wearing one of my smaller leather outfits and holding the leashes of two mighty hounds of war. Actually Jake and Junior, enlarged and vicious-ized by imagination. That one I have in my bedroom.
I also, by the way, put in more time in grade as Queen Arachnia, Anal Queen.
No one is perfect.
Besides... Can I help it if I have a sexy ass?
Eventually he got jealous of Lindsay, and thought I was cheating on him. With the resultant fantasy becoming reality and him leaving.
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Lindsay got me going out again afterwards. Meeting new people. New lovers. After one such meeting I left with Inje. Tall, busty, younger than me. She was the legendary Swedish blond from the prairie, only she was from Mars.
Lindsay noticed I had a thing for big blondes.
Unfortunately Inje wanted a mother more than anything else. Besides which she would keep score as to whether she had received as many orgasms as I had.
Excuse me?
She didn't last long.
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Then there was Timothy. He was reluctant to use a vibrator or dildo when his own reach exceeded his grasp, so to speak.
Besides, he left the seat up.
He only lasted one night.
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Selma lasted six weeks.
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Lindsay invited me to a pool party. One of the big Fleet Line ships had docked, and a few of the crew were on shore leave and looking for new company.
Two of the junior officers recognized me and were struck dumb to be in my august company. Delightful creatures, but step one had just fizzled.
I was sitting on the edge of the pool, trying to make up my mind whether to leave or stay when Lindsay came by again. She got me upright, patted my bikini-clad bottom and led me to the side.
"I know how you like big blondes," she began, "and I've a new one for you to talk to. I'm not even sure she likes women, but she's here, isn't she? Not from Fleet, she's from out in the desert somewhere, and is divorced. Try not to stare at her too much, will you?"
"Again, maybe she isn't even sure she likes girls. Think you can handle that?"
The newbie fit all my criteria. Tall, busty, perfectly shaped, young and very sexy looking. She didn't wear a top and my mouth watered just looking at her. She got every gland in my body working.
Every sales technique I could think of was used, but all of them failed to get me anywhere.
For about two minutes.
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She was a most delightful lover, all I had ever dreamed of. She couldn't stop kissing me, she was perfectly willing to use her mouth and hands all over my entire body, and she had no qualms about using a self-seating dildo to fill my rear end.
Queen Arachnia, Anal Queen, has gotten accustomed to doing it there. What else can I say? No one is perfect.
Excepting maybe the big well-breasted blonde I'm smiling at across the width of my bed.
We were both sore by now, and in a minute I'll go get my dermal and sub-dermal regenerators. Then we can get this party started again.
"I've a thousand questions...". Then paused.
"I like Anni," she said. "But lover is just fine."
"Anni," I continued, "how come you married Chakotay if you've always loved me?"
"One doesn't always listen to one's heart," she said. We kissed again.
"You were the Captain and you had a ship to save and I was unsure whether you even liked having sex with women, much less loved me."
We kissed again. "I wanted more than anything else to become assimilated by the human collective. Therefore I lied to myself and said I was not lesbian or bisexual."
Another kiss. "You never told me...," I began. "You never let me know how you cared?"
Annika Hansen, nee Chakotay, one time Teritary Adjunct to Unimatrix One, smiled a sad leer at me.
"Didn't I let you know? Never?"
She was right.
Everything came out well after all. Queen Arachnia, Mistress of Mortals, Meets Seven of Nine, and the collision of cultures promises much.
Lindsay can be a bridesmaid if she doesn't want to give the other bride away, me. Or maybe Annika will be the bride. We haven't worked that one out yet.
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