Title: TASHA 3: DANCERS
Author: Patricia F. Cartier (patricia_cartier@hotpop.com)
Series: TNG
Code: Yar/Crusher
Rating: X
Disclaimer: Paramount owns STAR TREK, I'm just borrowing. I didn't ask.
Warning: This story contains graphic accounts of sex between two consenting human females.
Summary: Continuing with a Tasha Yar imported from a parallel universe (see my other stories). This story brings her together with Beverly Crusher.
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by Patricia F. Cartier, Copyright 2001
In her home universe, Tasha had been quite a dancer. It was something she'd taken up when she escaped from the hell that she'd grown up in. Somehow it allowed her to forget those memories, to lose herself in the movements. In many ways, dancing was like martial arts: you needed coordination, strength, and creativity. She liked to think that the one helped her with the other.
Of course, in this universe, on this Enterprise, Beverly Crusher was the dancer of note. An ardent amateur theater director and proponent of other thespian pursuits, Beverly tried to escape to the holographic dance studio at least every other day to hone her dancing skills. And it showed. She was an accomplished dancer of everything from Earth originated tap and ballroom to exotic forms from far-flung Federation colonies.
When she found out that Tasha was a dancer, she quickly invited the younger woman to join her in some mornings dance practice. Beverly thought that this would enable her to get to better know this enigma that was Tasha-from-the-other-universe. Tasha readily agreed. She said shed meet Beverly the next day, assuming her computerized training instructor didn't plan something else for her in the meantime.
So it came that at 6:30 the next morning, before most people on the day watch were about from their cabins, and when the night watch was looking forward to getting some rest, Tasha entered Holodeck #4 and was greeted by a limbering up Dr. Crusher.
The Holodeck was programmed to be a traditional dance studio from the early twentieth century, a indulgence of Bev's romantic side. Its floors were wide strips of oak, heavily lacquered and shiny with the apparent wear of many millions of foot steps. Two adjacent walls were mirrored. The shorter of those walls had a dancers barre attached to it. Another barre ran along the longer wall without the mirror. In the corner was a table with a bowl of loose talcum in it.
Beverly was at the barre. She wore a loose, cotton skirt that fell to mid-thigh and a tight tee-shirt. Her arms and legs were bare, her feet in ballet slippers. She preferred to dance with bare limbs, it felt sexier, but also made her more comfortable. Her right leg was stretched out on the barre and she was bent over it, her red hair loose, was covering her face. Tasha just watched her, quietly for a moment, admiring the tight curves of the other woman's body for a moment. She hadn't realized that the doctor had kept herself if such good shape.
When her silent ten count finished, Bev looked up and saw Tasha. She greeted her with a big smile, definitely please to have someone to dance with. Bev's eyebrows rose ever slightly as she took in her friends attire. Tasha wore a flaming red leotard, cut high on her legs. And that was it. Clearly she wore no bra underneath, not that she needed it. Her feet, too were bare; Tasha believed in feeling the floor beneath her as she danced.
"Good morning, Doctor," Tasha said.
"Morning Tasha. And please, call me Beverly. Or Bev."
"Okay. Beverly," she smiled. "Am I late? Have you been here long?" Tasha sat down on the cold floor and began to stretch her own legs. Her leotard hid little of her lithe and muscular body as she split her legs and began to bend over first one knee, then the other.
"No, I got here just before you did". Beverley was surprised at how interested she was in watching the other woman. She wasn't interested in women sexually. But there was something here, a stirring in her loins that she couldn't put her finger on. She switched legs and began to stretch her left on the barre. "I've just barely had time to get the old place started and begin my stretching."
"Its beautiful," Tasha's hand swept in the studio. "Did you program it?"
"Yes," Bev said shyly. She realized she wasn't used to others in here, in her private sanctuary as it were. "Its sort of an indulgence. Something I saw in a vid once that just stuck with me." She too moved to sitting on the floor to begin other stretches: placing one leg behind her and one in front, working on a different set of muscles. The cold floor through her thin cotton underwear sent a shiver through her, but that was normal. Part of the routine.
She watched, amazed as Tasha stood, turned and with legs split, bent evenly at the waist, touching her chin first to one knee, then to the other. Tasha's leotard immediately rode into the crack of her ass revealing a small tattoo on one cheek. Beverly couldn't tell what it was at that distance, but almost immediately she began to wonder intently what it might be.
Tasha glanced at the doctor from between her legs while her head was upside and noticed Bev paying attention to her rear end. She smiled. "I wonder if this could be more interesting that just dancing," she thought. Shed never heard anything about the doctor going for women, but who knows. Tastes change.
In a minute they switched positions once again. This time Tasha was at the barre and Bev was stretching her Achilles tendon. Feet crossed, she stood facing a mirror and bending deep at the waist. As she bent over, Tasha admired her legs and the round, plump curve of her rear. Yes, the good doctor does keep in shape, she thought to herself.
Beverly was having trouble keeping her mind focused. Was it her imagination that Tasha was looking at her hungrily? Why was that fact so pleasing to her? This was supposed to be uncomplicated dancing. She turned to Tasha and said, "Ready?"
Tasha completed one last stretch and said, "Sure. What do you normally do?"
"I've got about an hour," Bev said, "then I have to shower and get to Sick Bay. I like to run through a series of styles. Keep me on my toes and give me practice on different things. Usually I let the computer randomly select the music and just dance to whatever I get."
"Sound like fun. And a challenge."
"Computer," Bev said in that other tone used for addressing the controller of the Holodeck, "begin random dance sequence, two people dancing."
The first piece was from the music for a classic ballet of the 22nd century. The steps for this movement were famous and were taught in almost every dance school in human space. They easily fell into the piece, Tasha taking the classically male part, requiring more strength and Beverly the more feminine role. Beverly marvelled at Tasha strength as she easily picked her up and supported her leaps. She quickly felt very comfortable with the other woman's hands on her hips, lifting her into the more difficult of the steps.
In ten minutes they'd both broken a sweat, and the music changed. This time it was a piece of music from Eta Trinidine. In that society only the women dance, and then only preceding tribal fertility rituals to excite the men to a high level of sexual stimulation. It was something that Tasha was only passing familiar with.
But to Tasha's amazement, Beverly was quite adept at it. Tasha tried to follow the red-haired woman's sensuous, snaky motions, but was having a hard time. She was very much turned on by Beverly's sinewy movements. Tasha watched her from behind and in the mirror as Bev slowly ran her hands down from her neck, across her breasts, stomach and finally her thighs, all the while slinkily wiggling her body. When that was done, more than just Tasha's underarms were wet.
The music changed again, breaking Beverly out of the reverie that shed entered. Tasha was both relieved, because she really wasn't doing well with that music, and saddened, because she could watch Beverly do that for a long time.
The continued for another half hour, switching through different types of music. Quickly they developed a rapport of swaying limbs and rhythmic movements. Each was amazed at how well they danced with the other. Something psychic, each thought. Sometimes this happened when dancing, but rarely so quickly.
The last piece of music was a surprise for them both, but the computer was being random. A piece of tango music came on, its latin rhythms pulsed quickly through the studio. Tasha didn't think, she just reacted. She reached out and pulled Beverly to her and led her in a mating dance hundred of years older than the Federation.
High stepping and close to each other, the two women, one with short blonde hair, the other with rich red long hair, moved purposely across the floor of the dance studio. Control quickly transferred to Tasha, who was leading. Beverly began to yield to Tasha, following the other woman's subtle signals to twirl, turn or dip. She was excited by the closeness of such a fine dancer, not caring that it was another woman. She leaned closer to her when she could, feeling the hardness of Tasha's body against her softer curves. She was amazed at the feeling of melding with Tasha, and she was losing all control. She wanted to be taken by this woman, and that too was an amazement to her.
Tasha, somehow, could feel this. She felt she knew what Beverly needed right then and there and was ready to provide it. When the music ended, the two stopped and stood, covered in sweat inches away from each other. As Bev struggled to catch her breath, Tasha took her face between her hands and kissed her full upon the lips.
Bev melted into the kiss, she felt her knees getting weak. She thought that if Tasha let go of her that instant she would fall to the ground. She said to herself that this was just a kiss. In a minute, it'd be over and this confusion inside of her could stop.
But Tasha wasn't content to leave it there. Still kissing Beverly, she pushed her a couple of steps back to the barre on the wall. Then she let go with one hand to reach between the older woman's legs. The cotton briefs Tasha encountered were soaked with sweat from the workout and by the woman's arousal. Brazenly, with a quick flip of her strong hands, Tasha slid her hand inside Bev's underwear and ripped them off. Then she began to stroke Bev's soaking wet pussy.
Bev, already weak-kneed and confused, slumped harder against the dancer's barre behind her. She wanted this, wanted this badly; it'd been so long since anyone had made love to her. But she was confused. This shouldn't be like this. She should make Tasha stop.
But Tasha's strong, sure fingers put those thoughts out of mind quickly. She was now pushing her fingers into Bev's opening, pushing hard and deep, caressing her clit and probing her wet pussy with every thrust. Bev's head fell back against the wall as she struggled to catch her breath. "Oh! Oh, Tasha," she called, uncontrolled, as the blonde woman finger-fucked her. Waves of pleasure started to sweep out from her cunt as she neared orgasm.
Tasha's probing fingers became more insistent and she began to whisper, "Come for me baby. Come for me, doctor. Come for me." She reached for Beverly's breasts with her free hand and took one hard nipple between her thumb and fingers.
That was enough to make Beverly come. She exploded in an orgasm, her cunt puling with pleasure. She momentarily blanked out. As the Doctor's muscles relaxed, her partner helped her slip softly to the floor, still trying to regain her breath. Then, silently, Tasha turned and walked out the door of the Holodeck.
Beverly sat on the floor, and watched Tasha walk away, unable to take her eyes off the other woman's ass as it wiggled inside the tight red leotard. She began to think of her hands on it, holding it tight. Tasha paused just before the door and slipped her own fingers under the back of her leotard, straightening it over her ass, then left the holodeck.
Five minutes later, Beverly sat there still, legs akimbo, her skirt bunched around her waist. The damp auburn hair of her pussy and the hard nipples poking through her tee shirt proclaimed to the computers around her how turned on she still was. She wondered to herself just what had happened here. And she wondered whether she could get it to happen again.
The rest of the morning was a haze for the Doctor. She had an extraordinarily difficult time concentrating on her patients. Fortunately none were the serious kind. At lunch time, she retreated to her office and closed the door. Turning the comm station toward her she tried to contact Tasha, needing to talk to her erstwhile dance partner, hoping to straighten things out in her mind. Maybe just hoping to talk to her.
The computer simply returned a response of "Lt. Tasha Yar is unavailable for communication. Her location at this time is classified." It would respond to no further queries nor any attempts at priority overrides. After fifteen minutes of struggle Dr. Crusher gave up and held her head forlornly in her hands. "What am I going to do with myself?" she thought. "I'm acting like a schoolgirl with a crush."
The rest of the day passed slowly and distractedly. Beverly hoped that the nurses didn't pick up on it, but knew that they would. She ate dinner alone, after vainly trying Tasha once again on the comm station, then went to the weekly poker game that night. She managed to concentrate enough not to lose terribly, but didn't really enjoy herself. She begged off a long night by saying that she had a headache and went early to her cabin.
Once there, she showered quickly then slipped into bed, hoping sleep would erase her minds questions and anxiety. But sleep too was denied her in her confusion. She tossed and turned for hours thinking about Tasha's kiss, about her strong hot hands caressing her sex. At one o'clock, tired of tossing and turning in her bed, she got up. A moment at the computer reserved her another holodeck immediately, although the only one available was in engineering. Apparently nighttime was a popular time to use the holodecks. Beverly quickly put on her dancing skirt and tee shirt, half consciously neglecting any underwear, then took a turbo lift to the holodeck.
"Computer," she said sternly outside the doors of the 'deck. "Run Crusher program, 'French Dance Studio'." The computer toned in response and she entered her private, no, now it was shared with Tasha, sanctum. Her warm ups were brief, hurried and impatient. Then she commanded the computer again, "Single dancer. Heavy workout mode. Random music selection. Quick pace. I want to be exhausted. Start now."
The computer, ever willing to provide, began immediately. In moments the red haired doctor was flying around the oaken floors, arms and legs flashing in many different directions. After an hour and twenty minutes, Beverly was moving slowly, hardly able to keep up with the music. Finally she said, "Computer halt music. I'm exhausted." She looked around the room remembering Tasha standing where she was now, bending over, the tightness of her leotard against the tightness of her flesh.
"Computer, I'm too tired to go back to my cabin. I want a bed, here, four poster, with drapes." The bed materialized exactly as she commanded. She unclasped the hook on the back of her skirt, undid the zipper and let it fall to the floor. Tiredly, she pulled her sweat-soaked shirt off and let it too fall to the ground. Then she collapsed into the bed, pulling the covers over her
Somehow, her mind full of thoughts of Tasha, her body exhausted, Beverly's hand found itself between her thighs. It was not even a matter of her own volition that it started slowly and gently rubbing her vulva. Without her volition, a picture of Tasha's firm body displayed inside her closed eyelids, Beverly started rubbing harder, slightly opening her lips and leaking slippery fluid under her fingers. She was soon pressing her fingers inside her self, releasing the sweet, slick juice of her arousal. Moments later, half unconscious with exhaustion and calling out Tasha's name quietly, Beverly came with a satisfying wave of pleasure. Finally sated and mind finally blank, she fell asleep, hand still between her thighs.
The next morning, too embarrassed about where she was and what had happened last night, she had the computer user the Transporter to spirit her back to her quarters. She resolved that what had happened had happened yesterday, and that she wasn't going to think about it today. She began the day with a clear mind.
Tasha's day was rather different. Moments after she left the doctor's holodeck, her comm badge twittered with the priority, classified signal. She was required to quickly get to a secure location to receive the incoming message. At that moment she assumed it was another case of sadistic timing by her holographic instructor. But quickly, after finding an empty office down the hall and securing the door, she was informed that she had a real mission.
It wasn't difficult, but it was urgent. She was a courier, and time was of the essence. Without even time to take a shower, Tasha ran to her cabin, pulled on her uniform and ran to the docking bay, where her private, new model, fighter-shuttle was located. Getting quick approval from Cmdr. Data, who had the bridge, she launched and began her mission.
It was a simple run, really; she could almost do it in her sleep. The first leg was from the Enterprise to the Mugar system, where the Federation maintained a research base. She flew on manual, to give her something to do. But her thoughts were occupied with the Doctor back on the ship. "God, I hope I played that right," she said to herself aloud. "She was so hot, but I think I needed to be cool. Beverly wanted me to be cool, I know she did. I wonder if I should have walked out right then? Shit, for all I know, she could have me up on rape charges when I get back. No, I don't think so. But I think I still need to play it cool. The next move should be the good Doctor's."
But she remembered the sweet taste of the Beverly's cunt lingering on her fingers after she walked out, and the softness of the older woman's lips as they had kissed. And Tasha hoped that she could feel and taste her again.
It took Tasha six hours to get to the Mugar system. At the station, they made her wait four hours ("Why did I rush if they're going to make me wait?" she thought.) but it did give her a chance to shower. When things were finally pulled together, a severe looking Captain in the uniform of Star Fleet security gave her a small packet and her instructions on where to go from there.
The next leg of her journey was a gruelling 12 hour run, cloaked (her's was a spy ship as well as a fighter), into Cardassian space. She had to duck numerous patrols, both Cardassian and Maquis, not wanting to test the limits of Star Fleet cloaking technology. Arriving at her destination, Tasha transported the package to coordinates she had been given, never knowing the who or the where. Six hours later, out of Cardassian space, she could finally relax. She put her ship on autopilot and fell asleep in the chair. She dreamed of dancing naked with Beverly on a cliff by the sea.
She'd been away from the Enterprise for thirty-four hours when she finally docked her ship. She made her way to her cabin where she wrote up a report and secure-linked it to Special Ops headquarters. She'd need to service her ship, but that could wait until tomorrow. For now, Tasha thought, it was time to give herself a reward. She slipped out of her uniform and pulled on a pair of synth-leather pants and a loose red blouse and headed for Ten-Forward for a Monnockian Ice Cream Sundae.
Dr. Crusher had managed to maintain the calm, clear mind today that she'd intended. Only once or twice had her thoughts strayed to the young blonde Lieutenant who had so disturbed her sexually the day before. Only a couple of times had she caught herself staring out the window, eyes unfocused, sighing to herself and pressing her hand into her lap.
Tonight though, she was celebrating. Her senior nurse had been promoted to a tour of duty as the senior medical technician at the Star Fleet Hospital at Sirius Minor. A very prestigious post. Stan Kwon would be leaving in a week, but Dr. Crusher insisted on a party for Stan and the other member's of her staff that worked with him in Ten Forward. Her treat. As soon as she'd gotten off duty, passing main Sick Bay into Dr. T'kor's capable hands, she went to her cabin to change.
A quick shower and then, on a whim, she put on a lacy silk teddy. Standing in front of her closet for a moment, she selected an ankle length skirt of a gauzy black material and a tight sleeveless green bodice. She'd bought them on her last shore leave, but hadn't found an excuse to wear them. Nurse Kwon's promotion was excuse enough. She choose some jewelry and put her hair up with a hair pin, then put on makeup, including a very red lipstick. Soon, she was seated at the head of a table in the lounge, laughing, eating and toasting to Stan's assignment.
Fortunately, when Tasha entered Ten Forward, Beverly was listening to someone else's toast, not trying to give one herself. The doctor caught her breath as the blonde woman appeared in the doorway. Their eyes met for a second and Beverly's mind was once again filled with yesterday's confusing thoughts of sex and lust. She watched as Tasha crossed the room and seated herself facing the window. "Those pants look good on her," Beverly thought. The pants tightened as Tasha sat down, and Beverly gulped as she remembered the tattoo on the blonde's bottom and her own thoughts when she first saw it.
Beverley shook herself and tried to take part in the conversation at the table again.
Tasha smiled. "That clears up what she thought of yesterday morning," she said to herself. She discovered when she sat down, that the black backdrop of space made the windows she faced into a mirror and gave her a clear view of the red headed doctor. "My, my, she looks nice tonight," Tasha thought. "She probably tastes even better than a Monnockian sundae."
The waiter came over and took her order. "Just a moment, please," he said. Tasha continued to study Beverly's reflection in the window, silently musing of the tangles of limbs and the sighs of pleasure she was planning.
Beverly followed the waiter across the room when he returned with the sundae. It was a particular favorite of hers. She watched as he placed the gooey concoction in front of Tasha, then she noticed the reflection. Tasha's eyes lifted just then and made contact with Beverly's. Tasha smiled lustily, and licked her lips. Beverly looked away quickly, then slowly brought her eyes back to Tasha's.
"Starting now," thought Tasha, "this will be a seduction as much as a sundae." Keeping her blue eyes locked to Beverly's green in the reflection, Tasha picked a Monnockian kleb fruit off the sundae. Slowly she licked the ice cream off of it, circling deliberately around it with her tongue. Then she drew it carefully into her mouth, sucking the succulent juices out, letting the pleasure show on her face. Beverly gulped again.
Tasha then ran two fingers on the side of the ice cream piled up in her dish. Still watching Beverly, she licked the sweet substance from her fingers, thinking of the sweet taste she'd licked from there the previous morning. She closed her eyes in pleasure. It was too much for Beverly, she excused herself to go to the bathroom.
"This is ridiculous," the doctor thought, as she washed her hands and splashed cold water on her face. "I'm acting like a teenage girl in heat. Get a hold of yourself Beverly." Sitting on the toilet to pee, she discovered her crotch damp with perspiration and the musky secretions of her pussy. She sighed, wondering how a dance session could lead to all this. Another quick splash to her face, a touch up of her makeup, then she tried to collect herself in the mirror. Determined to be calm, she went back to Ten Forward.
Tasha had spent the time pleasantly contemplating the doctor's lack of comfort. She ate her sundae normally while Beverly was gone, then picked up again right where she left off.
Each time she put a spoon of ice cream in her mouth, she tried to say with her eyes, "I want to eat you like this."
Each time she licked her lips to clean off stray whipped cream she'd look over at Beverly and think "I want to lick you off of my lips."
When she found a morsel that tasted especially sweet, she closed her eyes for a second. When they opened again, she would look at Beverly and think, "I know you'll make me feel like this."
Sucking the melted ice cream off a red cherry, all she could think was "Beverly, I want this to be your clit between my lips."
None of this was lost on Beverly. She dropped completely out of the conversation at her table; fortunately the others were happily engaged and didn't notice. Her eyes were fixed on Tasha's reflection and she felt every word that Tasha tried to send her. Now and again, she'd blink or close her eyes, trying to clear her thoughts, but her thoughts wouldn't clear.
When she was finished with her sundae, Tasha stood, left a couple of credits tip and left Ten Forward. She paused for just a second at the door to give Beverly one last glance. It wasn't missed, the doctor had followed every move the lithesome young officer had made.
Dr. Crusher waited as long as she could. She counted to one thousand, then to one thousand again, she knew she couldn't just jump up and follow Tasha, as much as she wanted to. Under the table she squeezed her thighs together, trying to breath slowly to overcome her desire. But it was her desire that overcame her. "Stan," she said, standing up slowly, "you'll have to forgive me, but I'm afraid I've got a terrible headache. I'm going back to my room to lie down. My congratulations again. We'll talk some more before you leave tomorrow." She said good-bye to the others on her staff and tried to walk out of the room as if she wasn't in a hurry.
There's a turbo-lift just down the corridor from Ten-Forward, and the car was empty when Beverly reached it. The doors slid closed after her and she took a breath and said, "Deck 8." That was Tasha's deck. No, she wasn't going there. "No, Deck 6, No Sick Bay, Oh hell," she swept a stray lock of hair from her eye, "Deck 8, Quadrant NE." The computer twirped and the car moved quickly. Only a moment later the doors opened onto the NorthEast quadrant of Deck 8.
Tasha's quarters were down the corridor and then around clockwise a bit. Beverly walked quickly and almost made the turn, but then kept going down the corridor. But only a couple of steps. She stopped and put her hand to the wall. Another deep breath, "What am I doing?" she thought. Then the image of Tasha's ass in leather pants flashed in her mind, "That's what I'm doing." She turned around and went down the corridor. "Thank God no one else is around here," she thought.
Beverly stood for five full minutes outside Lt. Yar's door. She knew what would happen if she went in, she just didn't know if she was ready for it. She'd been het for a long time, was she ready to cross that border? Finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She raised her hand and touched the pad to the right of the door.
The door slid open. "Come in, Beverly, I hoped you'd come." Tasha's voice was low and throaty.
Beverly moved inside and the door slid shut behind her. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light of the room. No lights were on; the only illumination was from the stars and six or eight wax candles scattered around the room. The couch was angled away from the window, and Tasha sat at one end, wearing a short silk robe. One of her long legs was stretched in front of her, the other tucked underneath.
For a moment, neither spoke. Beverly didn't know what to say, Tasha was enjoying the moment. In the soft light Beverly looked beautiful, the flickering of the flame would catch her red hair, then shine in her eyes. Finally, Tasha said in level, even tones, "Why are you here, dear Doctor?"
"I wanted to,... I mean... Yesterday was..." This was terrible, thought Bev, I'm not like this. She took a breath and spoke the words she was denying, "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since yesterday. Then tonight when I saw you, I knew I had to be with you." Her eyes were boring into the floor in front of her.
Tasha smiled. She let Beverly's words hang in the air for a moment, then another. Finally the other woman looked up and Tasha caught her eyes. "Take off your blouse, Beverly," she said finally, holding their eyes locked.
Bev was committed now, her control was out the window, flying away at lightspeed to the nearest nebula. Slowly, she unbuttoned her bodice and let it slip to the floor behind her. Her nipples, erect since seeing Tasha in leather pants, were clearly visible through her lacy teddy. Tasha licked her lips. "Now your skirt." Beverly reached behind her and unzipped the short zipper. Her skirt dropped to the floor and she stepped out it and her shoes. She reached up for the spaghetti straps on her teddy but Tasha stopped her, "No, not yet, come over here." Tasha patted the couch next to her.
Beverly sat down, their eyes were still in contact. Tasha reached up and gently stroked Beverly's silky red hair. When she reached the hair pin she pulled it out, letting the strands slowly tumble over her fingers. Then, her hand still in the red hair, she slowly leaned forward and kissed the doctor.
Unlike the other morning, this kiss was long and soft and tender. Beverly didn't resist, on the contrary, she wanted the kiss as much as Tasha did. For a long moment the two sat next to each other and kissed, sometimes flicking tongues into each other's mouth, sometimes just pushing two tender full pairs of lips into sweet contact.
Then Tasha stopped and pulled back. "Do you think me pretty, Beverly?" she whispered.
"Yes, very much," the red head's answer was barely audible.
Reaching down, Tasha untied her robe a little and slipped it off her shoulders. "Do you think my tits are pretty?"
A gulp, "Yes, oh yes."
"Would you like to touch my tits, Beverly?" Tasha knew she was in complete command now. Beverly knew it too, but didn't care.
"Yes, please, Tasha, I would like to."
"Would you like to kiss my tits, Beverly?" This time she could only nod in response. Tasha lifted her breasts and said, "Then go ahead, dear Doctor. Kiss my tits, suck on them, make love to them."
Beverley didn't hesitate. With her left hand she reached up and covered Tasha's right breast. The nipples were pushing forward on Tasha's small breasts, aching to be touched. Beverly delighted in the softness of Tasha's breast, and in the quick shiver of delight that passed through Tasha as she caressed her. Then she leaned down and took the other breast's nipple into her mouth. Beverly had not suckled a nipple since she was a babe at her mother's breasts. But she knew what turned her on, and some part of her knew that this was the most natural thing in the world for a human to do.
Tasha gasped as Beverly began to work on her. The soft, gentle sucking motions sent shivers up her spine and down into the pit of her stomach. She looked down at the doctor's bright red lips encasing her nipple and shivered in delight. When Beverly shifted her mouth to Tasha's other nipple, the blonde sighed slowly. Tasha slowly ran her fingers through the doctor's rich red hair, holding it out the way, maintaining her view. She let Beverly suckle for a few moments more, enjoying the sensation and running her fingers slowly through the rich red hair. Then her desire got the best of her, she couldn't wait much longer.
Beverly resisted at first as Tasha pulled her away from suckling. Then she met her lover's searching lips in a sweet, powerful kiss. The blonde woman's hands were hot on her shoulder as she slipped the spaghetti straps of her lingerie off her shoulders, then cupped her ample breasts. A quick flick of her nipples almost made Beverly beg for more, but she was loathe to break the kiss. Tasha's skilled hands traced quickly down her body, pushing her teddy out of the way with it. When it would go no farther because of her sitting, she shifted. Tasha slid it past her hips and off her legs.
She was naked in front of Tasha now. Despite all that had gone previous, she'd just passed one last barrier. Tasha broke the kiss and leaned back to look at her, a wicked gleam in her eye, a lustful smile on her lips. Beverly watched the blonde woman's gaze linger on the patch of red hair between her legs, then watched the other woman's hand reach out to gently graze it. The touch brought her a new set of fluttering inside of her. She longed to pull that hand close into her pussy, to have it work yesterday's magic once again.
But Tasha seemed to have other thoughts. She leaned back as Beverly watched and undid the sash on her robe, letting it slip to the ground. Then she pushed Beverly onto the couch and climbed atop her. Beverly thrilled at the contact of the smooth, soft, and at the same time hard body atop her. Yesterday she'd marvelled at the sight of it, now each part of her body could feel it. She moaned in pleasure, then extended her mouth greedily for another kiss.
Tasha returned the kiss, and moved her legs; pushing one leg between Beverly's, accepting one of Beverly's between hers. Beverly felt a strong silky thigh push tight against her aching cunt. She felt Tasha's slippery pussy, with its softly tickling hairs pushed against her thigh. She felt the heat pouring out of that pussy onto her leg, she knew Tasha must feel the heat between her legs. Just that sensation, with the pressure against her clit and Tasha's breasts pressed against hers were savory. Then Tasha began to move.
Slowly, to give Bev time to get the feel for it, she began to rock her hips. Thigh on slippery cunt, aching pussy pushing hard against a soft, firm thigh, the two moved in unison. Beverly broke the kiss to growl low and throatily, "Oh, Tasha, yes." Her head pressed back in pleasure, her only thought the fire burning in her cunt.
Beverly reached behind Tasha to place her hands on the other woman's powerful ass. Yesterday she'd imagined seeing that ass uncovered, tonight she was feeling it's taut power beneath her hands. She squeezed the globes of muscle, all thoughts of their latin names disappearing from her mind. She pulled Tasha tighter to her and held her there with hands that would not let go.
Tasha built the speed, and the small nova in Beverly's loins built in intensity. Finally it exploded, pleasure washing over her. She could feel the extra wetness between her legs and her body felt limp with the pleasure.
Tasha's come was only a moment later. She continued to hump the doctor until her own cunt spasmed in delight. Then she let herself go limp, a pleasant weight on top of the dear doctor.
But only for a couple of minutes. Tasha was in no wise done with this marvellous creature who'd walked into her room. Slowly, she slid her body down to the floor, positioning herself just in front of Beverly. Deliberately, she moved Beverly's legs apart, relishing the sight of the dark auburn hair covering the red, full lips of the older woman's pussy. Her scent was pungent, pleasant beyond words, and drawing her forward. She'd known this moment would come since she'd taken Beverly in the holodeck, she'd dreamed of it last night. Now she intended to enjoy every last sensation of it.
She glanced up to see Beverly's eyes on her as she slowly licked her way along velvet thigh, amused to find light freckles covering the skin. She heard the doctor moan and moved as she slid to the edge of the couch after she grazed the top of her opening. Tasha smiled with pleasure as her lover wantonly reached down and spread her own lips apart with one hand, giving Tasha's tongue easy access. She almost decided to wait and tease her, but decided to plunge ahead. She pushed her tongue into the other woman, drinking in the sweet musky taste of her, pushing deep into the warm, moist furrow of Beverly's cunt.
Beverly's reaction was all that Tasha could hope for: she squirmed, she wriggled, she called out in pleasure. And that reaction was mirrored later when it was Tasha's turn to lie back on the couch and Beverly's to kneel on the floor, her red hair cascading on Tasha's thighs and her talented tongue exploring a place that it had never gone before.