Title: FIRST TIME
Author: R.Schultz (Cousindream@aol.com)
Series: Voyager
Code: 7/Samantha Wildman (K/7)
Rating: NC-17/R for graphic straight and f/f sex.
Spoilers: Set in Sixth or Seventh season. Stand-alone story.
Disclaimer: All things Star Trek belong to Paramount, and whoever owns Paramount. I'm helping two (fictional) adult female characters enjoy a debauched moment. Afterwards, I'll put them back good as new, excepting the smiles on their faces. No money is involved, so don't sue. This story, however, is mine under common-law copyright.
Summary: Samantha Wildman is waiting anxiously for the results of THE date Annika Hansen/Seven of Nine is finally having with Harry Kim. Annika/Seven is giving Harry the gift he's always been wishing for. Herself.
WARNING! If female to female, or straight sex stuff bothers you, do not read. If you are underage, or if this TrekSmut is illegal in your country or locale, please leave. Now. Go.
Written: For the Femme Fuh-Q Fest eGroup, Dec., 2000, approximately 4600 words. Will be posted to ASCEM. Once posted, it may be archived, though I wish notice of the event.
Comments to: cousindream@aol.com
"Actually most of them probably are NOT necessary," I answered. "Harry would probably not
notice if you showed up in rags. But so long as the time has come for this new step of yours, I
say let us err on the side of over-preparation rather than under-preparation."
Annika smiled a thin line of acceptance, agreeing with my logic. I wished I agreed with me as
much as I pretended to. I finished tying the wide black ribbon around her neck. An eye catcher,
with its small white-on-black cameo. Accentuating her long creamy neck. It was grace,
supporting the entire image. It was lovely on her.
Naomi could hardly contain herself. Bustling about, touching everything, appreciating the total
effect of Seven's new apparel. She knew her best friend was doing something extraordinary, and
loved it for that alone. We had talked together, and I supposed she had a fair idea of what a
"date" was. My Naomi energetically supported that as well.
Most of all she was fascinated by the idea of anyone changing her outward appearance so
drastically. No cat suit tonight. Dressing up was obviously something my little girl would want
to do more often, in the future.
I stepped back, to take in the entire picture. Enjoying for the sheer beauty of it Annika's new
persona. It was a beauty of outward things, artifice and clothes and accessories, but when
coupled with Annika Hansen's natural blonde loveliness, it was stunning.
Long blond hair done up in a French braid, with a small black and pearl Spanish style holder
keeping it in place. A tiny long braid hung down the side of her face, tied off with a tiny black
ribbon.
The braid brushes the top of a long vest, green-blue almost to black, with elongated drops. A
matching long skirt, which covered all but the toes of her shiny black patent leather flats.
Fieance, a deep dark blue-green velveteen for vest and skirt. Simple white blouse with a very
deep front cut, to show the lack of bra. A tiny gold chain held the blouse together at the throat.
Now for the finishing touch. Naomi proudly gave Seven the small bottle of "Risan Tattinger",
and stood bewitched as Annika applied rubs of the perfume to her wrists, behind her ears, and
finally in a long swath from the hollow of her throat to her chest.
The blouse had a deep back drop to the collar, and I lifted my happy girl up, so she could apply a
touch to the back of Annika's neck. Naturally she then applied it to her own wrists, and would
probably wake up tomorrow morning sniffing herself. Had she really been nursing at my breast
last week? No, it only seemed that way.
Seven crouched so Naomi could fuss with the ribbon, and gaze in wonder at the first cameo she
had ever seen. A gift of love to Annika Hansen. "Lady Jane Gray" the replicator formula said.
Now it was an ivory mounted on a rounded lozenge of black metal, mounted on beaten silver.
One finishing touch. Two gleaming black earrings. Also of black metal. Again, it was Naomi's
place of honor to fit them through the new-cut holes in Annika's perfect ears.
The black mounting for the cameo, the black in the earrings, all were remnants of the same
thing. They were made of Seven of Nine's black Borg armor.
Annika touched me, to gain my attention first. Then she asked Naomi to get her small black
hand-held purse, the one with the StarFleet Communicator picked out in cream beads.
The moment she turned away, Seven faced me and lifted her skirt to her bust.
"Is it acceptable?" she asked. She wore a pair of misty black hose on her legs, and a dark green
pair of panties with tie-cord sides. Looking for Naomi, she turned, lifting the back of her skirt
this time. A meager band of cloth extended a finger of darkness between Annika's perfect
buttocks. A thong, the replicator had stated.
As Naomi returned with the hand wallet, Annika let down her skirt, graciously accepting the
hand-wallet from my baby.
I was smiling, of course. "More than acceptable, Seven of Nine. You are gorgeous. The effect
on Harry Kim should be devastating."
Annika gave me a sideways look, grinning from ear to ear. "And the effect on Samantha
Wildman Greskrendtregk?" We hugged, amazing myself with the realization I was crying. I
thought this was not the time. Funerals and Marriages, yes. It was not acceptable. Annika
Hansen was going out on a date, she was courageous and lovely beyond mere words. I told
myself I should not cry.
We had to hug all over again, this time with Naomi in Seven of Nine's enhanced arm. Kisses
were exchanged all around, and I noted the rapid beating of Annika's heart when I caressed her
throat.
We exchanged more words of love, and more touchings. Annika turned her face away from me,
moving to the door. "I must go now." The chronometer said fifteen minutes to her rendezvous
on the holodeck, but I understood her need to leave here while she still could. One last kiss from
both of us, and I was looking at a closed doorway.
"Good luck," I whispered. Privately thinking that if Annika showed up in a spacesuit, Harry Kim
would be enthralled. What she, we, had done tonight was overkill.
Putting Naomi on a hip, I turned to the couch, answering Naomi's queries with half my mind.
Crying again. It made Naomi sad until I told her they were happy tears.
With a small voice I told Computer to cease recording, and make three copies. Naomi helped
me slide the borrowed recording pin-cameras back into their little box. A chuckle came to me
when I realized Annika's flashing of her incredible hose-clad legs was now immortalized. Day
after tomorrow would be soon enough to edit the fiche's.
Most of us have our first ... encounter with the male in places and at times bearing little
resemblance to what our daydreams wished for. We tried to remember our first time, most often,
with happiness in our hearts. Usually despite the circumstances involved. Flavored with
bitterness and regrets if that male did harm to us later.
With any luck, Seven of Nine would be able to remember this night with no regrets, no dreams
tainted, no present or future pain. She would be blessed.
Naomi and I walked long distances on the decks of VOYAGER, greeting people. Working off
energy, maintaining body tone. Pointedly avoiding Holodeck Two.
We visited the HoloDoctor, saying hello to Tom Paris and the Doc on their slow night. Tom
wanted to break from his readings and practices, but the Doc made him continue. He did let
Tom be the one to pierce Naomi's ears. No pain at all. Using one of the medical replicators,
Tom was allowed by me to be the giver of Naomi's first pair of earrings. A seed pearl in the
heart of a tiny red-petalled daisy.
Back in our cabin Naomi finished her re-heated broccoli with cheese. Then we finished a Padd
on history. She was fascinated by mentions of Spock, as she had heard bits about the Vulcan
when he was in StarFleet. We worked on prime number theory and ultronics application a little.
Chakotay was such a good teacher, so patient. He was going to begin Tensor week after next.
Vorik was going to teach on communications theory and practice next month. I hoped he would
be a good instructor. Naomi was a hard pusher on her math. She made noises about being a
Captain like Kirk or Janeway, when she grew up, but who could foresee the future?
She let me read an old fairy tale to her, finally. It was about the Ferengi who sold the
Adjudicator of Meel a set of Invisible Clothes. Only the brave little orphan Vulcan girl had the
courage and logic to tell the ruler of the planet that he was naked, and had been swindled. One
of my old favorites, I recalled.
I held her for the longest time after she went to sleep, wondering again what would ever become
of her, of all of us so lost so very far from home. Then, with my thoughts and gut churning, I put
her to bed. Putting on her nightdress, she asked me again to wake her when Annika came back.
Wearing the too-large white and orange robe, back on the couch, I fell immediately into sleep.
When Annika finally returned, one arm was tingling where I had laid on it. It was hours later,
and it developed Naomi was holding on to Annika before she had much more than come through
the door. Pushing Warp Five, my baby.
I was fuzzy-brained at first, waking from my prone position on the couch. Naomi swarmed all
over her, was lifted on Annika's part-Borg arm, and shared in the kisses and hugs all around. I
touched Annika's magnificent hair, let down and loose, a glory on her shoulders. Only the little
side braid remained.
Naomi had no patience for evasions and politeness. She just settled between us on the couch
and opened her mouth.
"Did you do it?"
Annika looked a warning to me before I got upset, then went into her "just-between-us-girls" and
lecture modes at the same time. Naomi recognized the tone and listened carefully. I myself
would have to have a talk - non-confrontational - with my daughter. Specifically about what she
thought Annika had done, and whence had come this new knowledge. B'elanna was a loving
person, most of the time, and I could remember lusting after her years ago. But if her mouth was
running loose again, she and I were due for another "modification of behavioral patterns" talk.
Annika explained about civilized behavior again, and how other people got upset if you were too
honest in what you said. She reminded my baby of how you approached discussion of sex and
sexual-related topics even more carefully. She should not lie, but she should also seek to spare
others unnecessary pain and embarrassment
"Just between the three of us, yes, I enjoyed my date with Mr. Kim. Beyond that it is extremely
impolite to ask. We shall not discuss that matter further. It is finished as a topic."
Naomi's questions were subdued (for her) after that. She knew she'd crossed the line to a point
beyond proper behavior, and tried not to gain my further ire.
Harry Kim, it developed, had reproduced an exquisite Terran setting for their date. An actual
hotel on the cliff's edge of Oslo fjord, during an evening in summer. Annika might have been
born in Oslo, under different circumstances. And might still be there, if she had.
They had a suite with a large balcony, and room service. Surface ships passed up and down the
long fjord, the antique stones of Fortress Oskarberg glowered to her right.
The sun was setting as Harry held Annika's chair for her. By the time it was dessert, the hulk of
the Oskarberg and it's long black cannon were vanished into the darkness. The lights of Oslo lit
the clouds to the north. Soft music played from the Vox, and the meal (kept fresh in stasis) was
quite delicious. Seven of Nine still viewed ingesting nourishment as a function, rather than a
pleasure. But Annika was learning taste was not irrelevant.
My Goddess produced two carefully wrapped pieces of cold roast duck for Naomi and me. It
had been a good move to give Annika two slit pockets for her skirt. Naomi glowed as Annika
described the meal culminating in flaming cherries jubilee. To a child raised too long on the
food offered by her friend Neelix, it must have sounded like Heaven.
Sometime between the dessert wine, and Harry asking Annika to dance, Naomi had gone
completely to sleep. My Valkyrie gave an accounting of Harry's extremely careful and guarded
dancing before we rose to put my baby back into her bed. I could have thrown her into bed from
five meters away and she wouldn't have stirred. We turned on the privacy screen when we
re-entered the main cabin area.
Together with each other again, Annika patiently waited for me to ask the questions I
desperately needed answers to.
Later. First I was desperate to hold and caress Annika. My tall and impossibly beautiful lover.
We leaned together, mouths finding the other's, bruising her lips in my desperation. We could
only kiss and murmur, I could only touch. I could only pull her head to mine and breath deep the
Champagne scent of her perfume. My fingers were in her hair, a fog of gold about our faces as I
pulled her down with me.
She was my love, my hope, my life, and I was so afraid. For I, we, had searched for truths
tonight. The truth I feared most was that my tall Nordic Valkyrie might find our love
unpalatable, now that she had made love to a male. She might leave me, leave me without her
touch or her kisses. Leave me for a man.
I was on my back on the couch, Annika's hair creating a very small universe about our heads.
The light came through as a spun haze, but I could see her smile clearly. Before I dared hope,
she spoke to me in a whisper, a very private voice, just for lovers.
"I love you, Samantha Wildman Greskrendtregk, and an eminently enjoyable evening with a
friend isn't about to change that. It's you I love, and it's you I want to be with for the rest of my
life. Not Harry Kim. Harry is a friend. He may have become my lover tonight, but you are my
life. Without you I am lost. Without you I am alone. I will die before I ever again allow myself to
be alone, without you."
With that she began to kiss my face, my hair, taking an ear between her perfect white teeth and
nibbling on it before sticking a tongue tip in it.
I closed my eyes, nonsense murmurs on my tongue as she left lines of wet fire behind as she
licked down my throat and chest. When she brought one of my breasts from behind my robe, I
began jerking and pleading. Her teeth were gentle, her teeth were cruel, her mouth nursed and
soothed, withdrawing, returning. Her hands mauled and teased, her hands gentled and rubbed.
"Oh, my love..." I began, my hands weakly feeling her chin and neck. I loved her strong arms and
the swell of her own breasts as they strained the cloth of her blouse.
"Sam," Annika breathed, "let me, let me make love to you. Now. Please, love, let me, I have to
do it now, to you, just to you."
She spread my robe across the couch as she assisted me in sitting back, and up. She made those
little clucking noises of hers as she carefully examined me, those secret parts of me. Admiring
me in toto and in part. To her, I was beautiful. When she touched me and caressed me in that
way she had, the world was perfect.
She didn't see a slightly overweight mother, years past her prime. She saw her dream woman, in
me. My birthing scars were lines to be laved with her tongue, my too-large and too-soft breasts
were treasures to enjoy. My pudgy belly was attached to the woman she loved. How could I
have ever doubted she would return to me?
She nudged my thighs with her tongue and mouth, and I waited through that long moment as she
gazed on my center. So much like worship it was. Her breath on me boiled and burned. her
hands were clamps of fire.
Annika stared at my female flesh, mesmerized by my sex. She brushed my pubic hairs again and
again, inhaling my wetness, tasting it. She pulled on my folds and petals with teeth and mouth
before sinking forward and hurriedly covering my core with excited lickings and kisses.
Then, reassured that her treasure was still there for her, she slowed. Now she looked up at me,
her mouth working on me, enjoying me, pleasing me. I got so tight so fast with her loving me,
watching me, timing herself to me.
Until my knees went back. Until my hands had stretched tight the flesh around my bead. Until
my breath could not come fast enough. Until I curled out from my center in waves. Until sweet
Annika swallowed me and sucked and chewed, pulling me hard away from my body until I
thought my love pearl would break away, and she would swallow it. Until I shook. Until her
mouth returned to my entrance, to enjoy the taste of my wetness.
Legs shaking, my chest on fire, I watched my darling, my life, as she swallowed me, licked me,
for long moments. Until she rose, and we kissed again. Gentle, now, soft, slow.
She stood erect, a dream in pale blond hair come to life. "Sit. Stay there. I've spent hours on
the holodeck studying erotic dance. It's time someone besides Harry Kim enjoyed what I
learned."
Computer brought forth a strangely exciting music called the Bolero, from old Earth. It slowly
built louder, more insistent, more hypnotic. It became a song of the blood, wild, hot blood.
First the shoes, kicked under the couch. She rocked on the balls of her feet, circling to the
music, fighting the beat, surrendering to the beat.
Annika pulled her white blouse out of the skirt, she discarded the vest, she smiled, she moved,
she ... teased. It excited, it frustrated, her teasing, it made me wonder where had she learned that
skill so well? From me?
Her breasts swayed and bounced and quivered in her rhythms. Large and soft, breasts made for
children's mouths and lovers kisses. Reddish-pink nipples, large areolas, slowly hardening as she
moved to the ever increasing tempo of the music. My own nipples hurt in sympathy as they
hardened with hers. My breasts quivered, every gram of them erotic and heavy on my chest as I
breathed faster and faster.
Then ... Annika dropped her long skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She lay naked to me as
I had never seen her naked before.
She danced, her hips moving, still on the balls of her feet. Keeping pace with Ravel's exotic
power. Her breasts were partially hidden by her open blouse, and she was the more naked
because of that. Her small lovely panties were gone, I knew Harry Kim must have kept them as
a memento of this night. Her legs remained sheathed in the charcoal haze of her hose. Her short
curly blond hair there captured my eyes, drawing my attention, separating the junction of dark
clad legs, inviting me. My lust, my love.
I was on my knees before her, eager to search that yellow hiding place, but she danced away
from me, circled me, swayed in front of the couch. Teasing me. Of all her lessons in humanity,
this ability to tweak my lusts for her, that agility in teasing, that was the most disliked and the
most enthralling of her new skills.
I crawled to her, attacking her with my hands, my kisses, my fingers, as she leaned back and
opened her long legs to me. Nothing else mattered but her beauty there, her musky center. I
should have spent time, long minutes, showing her my love, from her brow to her toes, but I was
too desperate by then. She smiled and sighed as my head moved to her groin.
She came for me, and had me continue until she babbled again, until she could spasm around my
tongue and fingers. Her hands demanded I continue, and I gladly did so. It hurt more this time,
but she wailed softly as I feasted on her musky wetness.
Annika called for a pause then, and we kissed, the "Bolero" playing for a third time, or maybe a
fifth. I returned to her, licked her hairs and bit her thighs, being her insistent lover, enjoying her.
Then she smiled at me, one of her deep smiles, the ones brought up all the way from her toes.
She brought my hand to her mouth, kissing it, licking it, my heart pulsing in understanding of
what was going to happen next.
"Please, lover, get the lube. I need it all tonight. I need you. Only you can put out my fire.
"Fist me."
And I did.
Afterwards we kissed. Then she did me.
Once safe in bed, I fondled her eyebrow implant, and Annika placed one leg between mine. She
wore new Sienna colored pajamas, and I wore my flannel nightgown. We talked then, our
passions stoked, passions relieved in each other's furnace.
"I did that dance for Harry almost as soon as we had danced twice to his music. He is now an
admirer of Ravel.
"After that I took matters in my own hands. Men's trousers are the same as ours. It was so very
fascinating. It looks so odd, by itself. He felt so HOT in my hands, so stiff.
"As you suggested, it allowed me a moment to mentally acclimate myself to him. The barest
hint and Harry enthusiastically agreed we would use my mouth for our first sexual copulation.
From all he said and demonstrated, he enjoyed the procedure immensely.
"When I took a deep breath and forced him to the back of my throat, he loudly demonstrated his
appreciation of my beginner's skills. It was not difficult. Both your dildo's for wearing were
larger than he was.
"You are also quite correct in a number of previous suppositions. The taste was not enjoyable at
first, bleachy as you said.
"It provided no sexual pleasure to me directly, but it was pleasing nonetheless. The sense of
having done something wonderful for someone else was quite pronounced. I'd just given Harry a
present of myself, and his happiness and gratitude was immensely fulfilling."
"Did Harry use 'Hard' or one of the other creme aids?" I asked.
"It could not be ascertained, but I believe so. After I had taken him in my mouth, he was still
erect, and willing to proceed to the next stage of my seduction immediately.
"We did so, after some haphazard gestures by Harry at pleasing me with his mouth. He meant
well, I am sure. I found his technique perfunctory, in this regard.
"The most extraordinary and unexpected thing was the auditory adjunct to our copulating.
"Every time his hips slapped against my belly, the most unexpected sound ensued. Almost like
clapping hands together. I had not expected that. It didn't matter at what height I raised my legs,
or even if I laid them down spread apart. We kept making that sound."
I softly asked; "Did you enjoy it when Harry stuck his penis in you?"
"No, not at first, not at all. I had this piece of living flesh stuck inside me, and I responded
negatively. Harry did not mind. He was at the stage where his own pleasure was all that was
vital. Mine not in the least.
"It was another surprise to find my body responding to Harry's steady pounding. Lieutenant Kim
re-awoke to my part in this copulation at this time, working to please me. It became quite
interesting. I came before he did.
"Taking him in my mouth had worked just as you said it would. He had to work longer for his
second orgasm. This allowed him to bring me to a satisfactory release.
"I let him continue to use my body after I came the first time. It was enjoyable. He lubed us
again, three times more, and the sucking noise we made afterwards was quite extraordinary. It
made me smile. Fortunately I was able to suppress my initial giggling. I should not have wanted
to displease Mr. Kim. He was working so hard to make me happy, and he is my friend.
"He wished more such encounters in the future, but I was firm. If he is insistent, I shall then
decide whether to allow him more sex. If we agree to this, we shall determine our reactions at
that time. Not before then. Probably I should restrict such meetings to my using my mouth on
him, if then. We both enjoyed that.
"I practiced tightening and loosening my vagina entrance muscles on Mr. Kim, and he came
loudly for me. Again. Once more there was that gratifying sense of doing something wonderful
for someone else.
"He stayed stiff, which is why I presume he used 'Hard'. We were really quite sweaty by then,
but we both agreed to try to do it once more. This time it took a long time for him to ejaculate,
and I had another small orgasm before he did.
"Interesting. I don't know if I shall ever do it again, but it was on balance, an enjoyable night."
"You're not unhappy about it?"
"Not in the least, though Mr. Kim was quite a superior 'date' in that respect. I believe. It was
fun. Yes, that's the operative word. It was fun to copulate with him. Most males might not be
pleasing in that regard. Don't you think so?"
Smiling at Annika in the dark, knowing her enhanced vision could see it. "If my husband were
willing to welcome you into his family then, you don't believe the copulating part would disgust
or revolt you?"
"If Mr. Greskrendtregk is half the gentleman you tell me he is, it should be no burden to be one
of his wives. I should hope to enjoy when he had sex with me. I would rate its probability as
high"
Touching me in the darkness. Caressing my face. "You were very afraid I'd leave you, weren't
you?"
Small sigh. "Yes."
"I would never leave you, my dear sweet. I don't love you for the copulating, I love you for you.
Never forget that. I love you."
After a few minutes of touching, Annika continued. "It is quite likely none of us will ever reach
the Alpha quadrant alive. The thought of Naomi still being on this ship after we have died
displeases me greatly.
"Even if we reach the Alpha quadrant, there is no surety of what will happen then. B'Elanna has
mentioned all the Maquis might still be arrested and tried in a Federation court of law for their
crimes of rebellion. As an ex-drone of the Borg I might be arrested. I might be sent to prison for
the sins of the Borg.
"Even if we are free, there is still your husband to consider. Being ready emotionally to join his
family does not mean he will be willing in his turn.
"If he will not marry me, we will have to ... You will have to leave him for me. We shall have
to find a life together without him.
"Too much remains unknown, dear Sam." Kissing my fingers. "But I am glad to discover that
copulating with a male is not distasteful, and you are glad I still love you." Giggling slightly ...
oh, how far she had come to be able to do that!
"It is unfortunate I could not have a fiche of Mr. Kim's face as he orgasmed inside me. The first
time, or later. Quite extraordinary.
"Do all men get that same strange expression on their faces?"
Shuffling noises. Meaning Naomi was up and about.
"Mommy?"
"Yeah, hon?"
"Could I come to bed with you and Annika?"
Safely between us, she drowsily released binds on Annika's pajama top until a breast could be
coaxed free. She gently suckled on it, Seven patting Naomi's now-wild hair. Naomi stopped
after a minute, and snuggled back into me. I heard her as she spoke, one part of her already
asleep.
"I like having two Mommies."
I was asleep immediately after she said that.
END