Title: THE LESSON
Author: Robin Margolin ( robinmargo@att.net )
Series: TOS/TNG
Code: Ch-Howard
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Paramount.
Summary: Chris Chapel teaches a lesson in Sexual Diversity.
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by Robin Margolin
Christine Chapel was completing her lecture on Sexual Diversity. Everyone in the Advanced Xenobiology class loved this lesson; in fact it was the reason some of the students signed up.
"I hope this broadens everyone's understand of sex among and between different species. We've now been exposed to sexual activity involving a single partner, multiple partners, different and same gender partners." Chris scanned the room, trying to gauge overall reaction to her lesson. Most seemed positive and accepting, very different than the shocked reaction she had seen two hours ago when she took the podium. Being lectured to about sex by an 80-year-old Human woman was probably not what these kids had in mind.
"I'll be available for questions in my office during regular office hours," she concluded. "Dismissed."
Noisily the huge lecture hall emptied. One young woman drew her attention. The redhead was biting her upper lip as she gathered her possessions and she seemed upset, unnerved. It was an unusual reaction to this lecture and Chris wanted to know why.
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Walking home at the end of the day, Chris stopped into her favorite restaurant to pick up dinner. The redhead from her lecture was sitting in a booth alone. Chris walked over to her.
"Dr. Howard?" she called. The Doctor part was still only seven-eights true, for Beverly Howard was still a fifth year student at Star Fleet Medical. She smiled up from her teacup.
"Dr. Chapel, how nice to see you. Would you like to sit down?"
"Thank you," Chris said as she sat. She was drawn by the contrast of Beverly's porcelain skin with her deep red hair. "May I ask a personal question?" she began but her mouth went dry. She didn't want to let the young woman know how much she turned Chris on.
Beverly nodded.
"I noticed that you reacted differently to my lecture than most of the students," Chris began cautiously. "Is there anything I can explain better? Something seemed to upset you."
Beverly blushed furiously as many different thoughts and emotions ran through her mind. She could only imagine what Doctor Chapel would say if she knew the truth. After a moment she said, "I guess more than anything I'm embarrassed."
"Why?"
Abruptly the waiter placed Bev's dinner on the table in front of her. He lingered at the table as if waiting for Chris to order for a moment before he was called into the kitchen.
"Dr. Chapel, could we discuss this somewhere less public?" Bev asked.
"I'm taking my dinner home. Why don't you have that packed that up and join me?"
With relief Beverly accepted.
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Beverly was pleasantly surprised at Christine's apartment. She had expected the decorating to be minimalistic, an austere space, echoing Doctor Chapel's precise presentations and logical thought. Instead it was an eclectic collection of souvenirs and objects d'art, spanning the whole of the Federation, which Chris had acquired over her lifetime. The ordered chaos made Beverly feel very comfortable.
Sitting down to eat at Christine's Andorian dining set, the two women began to talk.
"I am rather embarrassed to admit it," Bev began, "but I'm unsure how effective a doctor I'd be in sexual matters, particularly alien ones."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not even experienced with all the human forms of lovemaking," Bev admitted.
"One need not be a mother to know how to deliver a baby, Beverly," Christine chided her. "Being a virgin is not a sin."
"But I'm not a virgin," Bev shyly admitted, "not to heterosexual lovemaking." Watching the older woman's face and seeing interest, she continued. "I've been with several men and always enjoyed myself, but I've never been with another woman..."
"And you're curious," Chris finished the thought. Christine Chapel tried to keep her hopes in check. Like most women of her age, Chris was still very in touch with her sexuality. She'd been celibate since her wife, Janice, had died 18 months before. Theirs had been an open relationship, never kept as a secret from anyone, and Chris had no reason to think that this lovely woman wouldn't know that she was attracted to women. Beverly Howard was absolutely gorgeous, fiery hair that fell below her shoulders and flaming green eyes that just burned into burned into her soul. She had wanted to kiss those soft lips ever since she'd seen them being bit in the lecture hall.
Beverly looked away. "I probably shouldn't even be discussing this with you…"
"Why not?"
Bev took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She'd never said this before and wanted to get it right. "Because I want you to teach me how to make love to a woman," she rushed the words out. "I want to make love to you."
Chris inwardly smiled at Bev's bluntness. Despite her own desire, Chris wanted to be sure that Bev was sure. "Beverly, I'm 80 years old …"
"And beautiful. You're healthy and athletic, tall and blonde, and I've never met another woman who's made my pussy wet just by looking at me in a lecture hall." Bev got up from her chair and leaned into Chris. "Please," she almost begged, "let me kiss you?"
Christine silently accepted the fact that this woman wasn't the chocolate and flowers type. Chris reached her arms out and pulled the other woman in close. Their lips touched. First tentatively, softly and then with more pressure, more passion. Bev opened her mouth and using her tongue, requested entry into Chris's. The blonde moaned slightly as she parted her lips and began to suck gently on the intruding tongue.
Coming up for air, Chris suggested they move to her bedroom. Once there, Chris took the initiative and began a slow strip for her new young lover. As each piece of clothing came off, Bev caressed and kissed the newly bared flesh.
Still fully clothed, Bev lay the totally naked Chris on the bed and massaged one breast while nursing at the other. Chris responded with soft moans to the ministrations of the redhead, her pussy growing wetter by the moment.
Feeling a sense of accomplishment at how tall and firm she had made the older woman's nipples, along with the lust that brought her here, Beverly moved her attentions lower on the still pert body in front of her. Trailing kisses everywhere, Bev licked at Chris's navel, inserting her tongue into the orifice. A jolt, like an electric shock ran through Chris causing her to stiffen and yell.
Bev jumped back. "Did I hurt you?" she inquired concerned.
"No," Chris reassured her. "It's just that it feels so good. Almost as if my navel and my clitoris are connected." She reached for Bev. "Please, touch me, explore me, suck me," she implored.
Beverly needed no further prompting. She positioned herself on her belly, between her lover's legs, with her face inches from Chris's glistening womanhood. Gently, tentatively, Bev touched the outer lips finding them wet and slippery. She slid them apart and revealed the blonde's inner sex.
Slowly Bev began to make circles with her fingers around Chris's clitoris. She watched and felt how it stiffened at her touch, straining to burst from under its hood.
Bev moved closer, breathing in the tangy musky smell emanating from in front of her. She tenderly placed her mouth over the clit and licked it out from under the hood.
"Yes!" Chris cried softly. She had almost come in anticipation of Bev's sweet tongue in her snatch.
Bev was now experimenting with her tonguing of the slick box in front of her. She slid her tongue down and up the vulva from clit to vagina, noting each moan and sigh of pleasure that came from Chris. Mentally she chastised herself for not turning off her "medical-student" brain.
She circled the older woman's clit with her tongue, occasionally flicking her tongue back and forth across the top of it. She felt Chris begin to shudder as her climax built.
"Bev, that's so good, oohhhh, sooo gooood," Chris moaned.
Encouraged by Chris's reactions, Bev lowered her whole mouth onto Chris's clit and began sucking on it, varying the pressure with her lips and tongue.
Chris exploded in orgasm, shaking from head to toe. As her body released it's energy, she cried out her lover's name.
Beverly released her hold on Chris's clit and slid herself up the bed. She wrapped herself around the blonde and held her tightly until the shaking subsided.
Several minutes later Chris captured Beverly's mouth with her own. She could taste her own juices on Bev's lips. She released those perfect lips and began to nibble at the redhead's neck.
"That was very nice," she breathed into Bev's ear. "Now I want to make you feel good too."
Beverly's emerald eyes lit up in anticipation. "Yes," she said, "Please make love to me."
Chris quickly sat across Bev's hips, straddling her. She began to unfasten the buttons of Beverly's blouse. "It's rather like unwrapping a present," she murmured. She opened the blouse and revealed Bev's pink satin demi-bra that was threatening to overflow. Chris released the front closure and smiled broadly in delight as Bev's breasts sprang loose.
Chris traced the outermost edge of the ruddy areola one breast at a time. She watched Bev's eyes as she spoke. "You were very gentle, teasingly erotic with me," she said. Chris's hands never stopped moving. She circled closer to the nipple, ever so slightly, using both hands on both breasts now.
"Is this how you prefer your sex or what you imagined lesbian sex to be?" Chris questioned. Bev's eyes widened at the question.
"I suppose it's what I presumed sex with a woman to be like," she replied. Her nipples were growing taller and harder with each circuit Chris made. The once pink points now deep reddish brown as they reached out for the coming fingers.
"How do you like you sex with men?" the teacher asked. "Do you like to be massaged and pampered or does a bit of the caveman turn you on?" she continued the question as her fingers reached their goal and pinched the straining nipples.
"UUUGGGHHHH" Bev yelped and jumped at the nipple pinch. "Yes. Pinch them again, I love it when it's rough."
Chris smiled with satisfaction. "I thought so," she said as she squeezed the breasts in her hands. She lowered her face to Bev's chest and sucked hard at her left nipple. Bev reached out to the side clenching her fist in pleasure.
Chris gave equal time to the right breast and continued the alternation until Bev begged, "Pussy! Play with my pussy."
Rapidly, Chris stripped the rest of Bev's clothes off of her. The panties were wet with Bev's juices. Chris smelled them, the promise of Bev's taste in her mouth. "Very good."
Chris pushed her lover's legs wide open. She could see the red gash glistening with anticipatory pre-cum. Not wanting Bev to orgasm too soon, Chris avoided the obvious pleasure nub and went directly to her love hole.
She penetrated the younger woman with her tongue. Bev gasped. "More, I want more of you in me," she moaned. Chris fucked her tongue into Bev several times more, then she drew back.
"No, don't stop," Bev cried only to immediately say, "Chris, yes," as two long fingers replaced the tongue in her twat.
Chris rhythmically slid her fingers in and out of Bev's slick hole, gently stretching her with each stroke. She added a third finger to the ones that were fucking the beautiful woman on her bed.
Bev moaned louder. "Yes, fuck me harder," she encouraged wantonly. She grabbed at her breasts, squeezing and pinching them as Chris finger-fucked her.
Soon Chris had all her fingers in Bev's cunt rhythmically sliding in and out. She reached up with her thumb and pressed just under the clit. Bev's body answered by pouring sex juice onto her hand.
"Do you want more?" she demanded.
"Yes, yes. Give it all to me!!"
Chris curled her thumb into her palm and pushed her whole fist into Bev's dripping cunt. She swirled her wrist and fulfilled Bev's need for release.
The redhead began to buck and heave as her climax hit. The contractions of her muscles squeezed Chris's hand inside of her adding to the intensity of the climax. Breaths came short and fast matching the waves of pleasure radiating through her.
Chris looked at her lover as she came. Head thrown back, arms flailing as her hands gripped the sheets for support, total ecstasy oozed from her spasming body.
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful," Chris commented.
Bev's breathing deepened and lengthened as her climax began to subside. After giving a reassuring squeeze, Bev pushed Chris's hand out of her pussy. She immediately missed the fullness Chris had put inside her.
She took the cum-wet hand in her own and brought it up to her lips. She kissed and licked at it as she curled up next to Chris. Then she fell asleep with the blonde's fingers in her mouth sucking her own pussy juice.
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Bright sunshine, atypical for San Francisco this time of year, streamed in the window of Christine's bedroom illuminating the exquisite naked form of Beverly as she slept. Chris stood at the door of the bathroom, watching the sun play on Bev's beautiful face, while she dried herself and styled her hair.
Bev could feel eyes on her as she slowly awakened. She was satisfyingly sore between her legs, and a smile came to her lips at the memory of her lovemaking with Chris. She opened her eyes and bade "good morning" to the wonderful woman in the doorway.
Chris smiled. "It certainly is for me," she said, walking to the bed. She planted a soft sweet kiss on Beverly's lips.
"I'm sorry you've already showered. I would have enjoyed the company," Bev seductively said. She slipped from the bed as Chris responded, "Me too, but I have office hours in an hour."
Chris watched the graceful movements of Bev's strong dancer's legs as she walked to the bathroom. "I'm putting up a pot of tea. Shall I make you a cup?"
"Yes, thank you," Chris heard as the door closed and the shower water began.
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A quick ten minutes later, a freshly scrubbed and dressed Beverly Howard joined her professor at the breakfast table. Chris had cleaned up the remnants of last night's take-home, and the table was now graced with Cranberry-Orange muffins, butter, a pitcher of Vulcan citrus juice, a sugar bowl, creamer and the pot of tea.
"I'm sorry that I'll have to eat and run, Bev dear. I have to be in my office to receive students and field questions about yesterday's lecture," Chris stated.
Beverly blushed a deep crimson. "I hope you don't feel that what happened last night…"
"… was all about the yesterday's class?" Chris interrupted. "Of course not, Bev. Some of it was, and some of what happened between us last night was about something else." Chris peered into the young face across the table. "I wish you'd share it with me."
Beverly felt very naked in front of her teacher. She'd had a wonderful time making love with Chris and wanted Chris to know that. Yet, she'd come to a decision in the shower about her future, and didn't quite know how to put it into words.
Chris could almost see the gears spinning in Bev's head as she continued to gently probe. "I have enjoyed this moment in time with you Bev, but we both know you are not by nature a lesbian. Sometimes it's just great fun to have sex for sex's sake." Chris stopped here as Bev was nodding her head in agreement.
"I have had great fun with you, Chris. I really enjoyed the sex." Bev paused, to acknowledge the grin on the blonde's face. "I am facing a turning point in my life, several actually," she laughed.
"I will graduate soon and am unsure if I want to specialize or not. I have several choices of where to intern."
"And?" Chris prompted.
"One of the men I've been dating has asked me to marry him. I'm considering it," Bev finished.
"You're right, you are at several crossroads," Chris agreed. She checked the chronometer on the wall. "I don't want to leave you in the lurch. I have ten minutes before I'll be late for office hours. Why don't you tell me about your young man?"
Bev's face lit up and she began to speak. "His name is Jack Crusher …"
THE END