One Night In San Francisco
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Paramount Pictures. This story is intended for the
non-commerical enjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.
"Hear now the sentence of the Federation Council," the
President of that Council said in a powerful voice, pausing
for a moment to clear his throat. "Because of certain mitigating
circumstances, all charges but one are summarily dismissed."
A loud buzz filled the chamber as the eyes of a hundred
Federation representatives centered on the seven Starfleet
Officers standing before the President's podium. The delegates
had come to know their names well during their deliberations, at
least those few who didn't know them before. In days past, these
seven had been considered among the pride of Starfleet. Some
would even say legends. Yet, as it was once said, only legends live
forever. Not the flesh and blood that made them.
"The remaining charge, disobeying orders of a superior
officer is directed only at Admiral Kirk," the white bearded
President said as he looked up and centered his gaze on the
chestnut haired Flag Officer to his right. " I'm sure the Admiral
will recognize the necessity of keeping discipline in any chain of
command."
"I do, sir," the veteran Starfleet Officer simply said, the
expression on his face giving no inkling of the relief he felt.
It had been James Kirk's greatest fear that his fellow
shipmates would pay the price of his actions. They had stood
accused of the theft of the Starship Enterprise, the very ship
Kirk had commanded for almost two decades, as well as the
sabotage of the USS Excelsior. Also having aided in the
destruction of the Enterprise and disobeying direct Starfleet
orders. Kirk could personally bear any punishment, save that of
having his friends lose all simply because they chose to stand by
his side. That he alone would now shoulder the burden gave him
the strength to endure what would come next.
"James T. Kirk," the Council President continued as a
deafening hush took hold across the room. "It is the judgment of
this Council that you be reduced in rank to Captain."
An uncertain murmur issued from the audience. Captain
Spock, standing with his longtime friend, turned his head to look at
the impassive expression still on Kirk's face. To any other, Kirk's
face seemed to be still set in stone, but the Vulcan could see
beyond the obvious and studied the reaction in his eyes.
"... and as a consequence of your new rank, " the President
continued, "you be given the duties for which you have repeatedly
demonstrated unswerving ability ... the command of a Starship"
It took a few moments for the crowd to react, seconds that
the other crewmen of the late Starship Enterprise didn't need to
understand what had just been said. Rather than punishing their
Commander, the Federation had just granted him his heart's
deepest desire. Kirk himself still seemed almost afraid to react to
the news. It was as if he hadn't heard the President's words.
But he had heard them, and a heartbeat later the
implications of what had been said caught up with the crowd as
well. A few scattered reactions began to quickly grow into loud
applause.
"Silence!" the President thundered with such force that
order was quickly restored.
"Captain Kirk, your new command awaits you," the President
concluded, the smile that was reflected on most of the assemblage
now apparent on his face as well. "You and your crew have saved
this planet from its own short-sightedness ... and we are forever in
your debt."
This time, no words from the President could hold the crowd
in check. Almost as one, the delegates rose to their feet to give
Kirk and his crew a standing ovation. It was only then that James
T. Kirk finally allowed himself to react and let the wave of
adulation wash over him.
-=-=-=-
Two weeks had passed since that morning in the Federation
Council Chambers. Fifteen days during which Jim Kirk had waited
for some word of the command that the President had promised.
At first, the President had made it sound as if they were
going to walk out of the hall and transport right to the bridge of
his new ship. It was only after the proceedings that Kirk learned
that it was up to Starfleet Command to decided when and where
his new command would be.
Despite the praises that the President and the Federation
Council had heaped upon him, James Kirk still had his share of
detractors in Starfleet. Officers who had been disappointed that
the "boy wonder" had managed to once again change the rules.
Even now, in his late 50's, his critics still hung that appellation on
him. A holdover from the day he had become the youngest officer
ever to command a Constitution Class Starship. In both the years
before and since, Kirk had been a hero, reaping a hero's rewards.
And that was something that constantly rankled those who owed
their slow advancement to playing the game by the rules.
In the last two weeks, Fleet Command had taken full
advantage of the Captain's hero status and had him represent
Starfleet at numerous functions. None of which, in Kirk's opinion,
mattered a damn. The worse part was that he had to endure it
without any of his friends. They were all too busy tying up some of
the loose ends of the lives they'd so casually tossed aside to help
him save Spock and McCoy. They had done so without the slightest
hesitation, so Jim could hardly ask them to do more, just to keep
him company.
Even Spock and McCoy, his two closest friends in the galaxy
were unavailable. Despite what the healers back on Vulcan had
said, Starfleet Medical was determined to decide on their own if a
man, even a Vulcan, was medically fit to return to duty after having
come back from the dead.
McCoy hadn't left Spock's side during the two weeks of
tests they had put him through. Unwilling to even now admit how
much he cared for the Vulcan whose consciousness he had shared
after the death of his body, the former Chief Medical Officer of
the Enterprise insisted that he was just there to make sure that
the resurrected Vulcan didn't become some desk bound
researcher's science project.
Hikaru Sulu had gone off on a short trip with his teenage
daughter, Demora, trying to make up for yet another of his
growing and too frequent absences. Pavel Chekhov, adopted Uncle
and Godfather to the young girl had gone along as well. When she
heard the plans of the helmsman and navigator, Nyota Uhura,
former Communications Officer, had decided to tag along with the
group, if only to balance out the male/female ratio.
The final member of the Enterprise Seven, as the media had
referred to them, was Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer on the
late Enterprise and for a short time Captain of Engineering on the
Excelsior. He had spent the last two weeks supervising the
recovery of the Klingon Bird of Prey that Kirk and company had
crashed into San Francisco Bay.
Even Gillian Taylor, the woman from the 20th Century that
Kirk had brought forward to his own time had already left Earth on
a Science Vessel bound for Mer. The plan was to recruit some
water breathing species to help in the project to repopulate
Earth's oceans with the humpback whales that Kirk had brought
back as well. As much as he would've like the chance to get to
know her better, he could hardly fault her for being in a rush to
explore this strange new world.
Yet even with all the small disappointments, Jim Kirk wasn't
about to complain. He'd lived the life he wanted and if for some
reason it ended here and now, well he would deal with that as well.
They had saved the Earth, once again, and more important to him
on a personal level, he had saved Spock. Years before, at the time
of Spock's Pon Farr, Kirk had told McCoy that Spock's life was at
least worth a career. Today, at what he thought of as the twilight
of his career, the newly demoted Admiral felt no different.
Kirk turned from the large bay window through which he'd
been watching the sun set and poured himself a glass of what was
still colloquially called Romulan Ale. It was the bottle that McCoy
had given him for his birthday a few months before. His eyes
focused on a small collection of photos resting on the mantle above
the fireplace. Images of people he had loved in the past.
His parents, George and Winona, taken at their Iowa farm
when Jim and his older brother, George Jr. had been children. A
second picture showed an older Jim Kirk in a Starfleet Cadet's
uniform, arm in arm with another student. Gary Mitchell had been
the best friend of his early career and Jim still thought of him as
a lost brother. That last photo was that of David Marcus, the son
he had not seen grow to manhood, and had too little time to know
before he was killed.
Raising his glass to the mantle, Jim drank a toast to all of
them, as well as all those others he had lost along the way. In the
almost four decades that he'd been a Starfleet Officer, Kirk had
lost his share of crewmen under his command. If asked, he could
recite the name of every one of them.
A glance at the antique clock on the wall told him that it was
almost time for Starfleet's daily delivery of his schedule for the
morning. For some reason, they were being hand delivered each
night. Someone's idea of keeping him on a short least he supposed.
Still, if nothing else, it gave him a chance to meet some of the new
blood in Starfleet that he might otherwise never encounter. He
had to smile as he remembered how some of the newly
commissioned Ensigns had been intimidated by his presence. It
brought back memories of the first time he had met Robert April
and Kimitake Noguchi. Some things never changed. Hopefully the
one who showed up tonight would be made of sterner stuff. He
could use a little conversation.
Almost as if on clue, the door to his apartment chimed
softly. Jim put down the glass of ale and slid both it and the
distinctive bottle out of sight. Technically, the Rihannsu beverage
was still considered contraband and he wouldn't want to have some
junior officer spreading the story that Captain Kirk went around
breaking the rules. At least not without a good reason.
Picking up his burgundy uniform jacket from the chair he
had left it, Jim slid it on over his white turtleneck. He might as
well give the messenger the full treatment since no doubt he'd be
telling his friends all about meeting the legendary James T. Kirk.
"Enter," Jim called out as he approached the door,
triggering the computer-controlled response as the door slid open.
Kirk put on what he thought of as his friendly commander
smile to greet the Ensign, only to have it vanish and be replaced by
one of pleasant surprise. The blond haired woman standing in the
now open door was hardly a green Ensign, nor was she a stranger.
Twenty years before, she had been his Yeoman when he'd first
taken command of the Enterprise. Now, she wore the gold insignia
of a Lieutenant Commander. Her uniform was almost identical to
Kirk's own, with the exception of a skirt in place of slacks and a
light gray turtleneck in place of a Captain's white.
"Janice!" Jim Kirk said in surprise as the blond returned his
smile.
"Good evening, Captain," Janice Rand said she stepped into
the room. "It's good to see you again."
"It's good to see you too," Jim replied as he stepped aside
to let her pass. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure."
"I happened to be in the Communications Center when your
orders came down," Janice said as she held up a small gold colored
disk. "So I decided to take the opportunity to say hello and bring
them over myself."
"I'll glad you did," Jim said as he took the disk from her and
led her into the living room. "It's always good to see an old
friend."
Jim slid the small disk into a slot on the desktop computer.
The computer beeped softly as a small icon with the insignia of
Starfleet Command appeared on the left corner of the screen. He
tapped the icon and it expanded into a written communique. That
it was a written communication rather than a verbal one told Kirk
that it was probably another in what had become a seemingly
endless string of invitations to appear at some function or other.
Given the choice, Jim would've turned them all down. But
until Starfleet Command finally decided what to do with him, he
really couldn't afford to get on the wrong side of any of those
desk bound bureaucrats that came up with these ideas.
As he expected, the missive opened to reveal a set of
instructions for him to appear at such and such time and place. In
this case, Spacedock at zero five hundred hours tomorrow. The
time and place didn't seem all that strange since a number of
functions were held on Spacedock and as for the hour, well an
orbital station didn't always keep time with Earth schedules.
What was curious was that the orders didn't say what sort of
function was being held.
"Anything interesting?" Janice Rand asked as she looked
over his shoulder.
"Not really," Jim replied as he cleared the screen. "Just
another chance for them to put the trained monkey on display." he
laughed.
"You're hardly that," Janice smiled.
"Well be that as it may, that's what these orders sometimes
make me feel like," Jim replied as he looked at his former aide. As
he did, he noticed something new. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but
aren't congratulations in order?"
"Actually, the promotion orders just came down the other
day," Janice smiled as she shifted her attention away from the
Captain's large collection of antiques to the new insignia that
adored her uniform. "I'm still getting used to it myself."
"Well it's a promotion well deserved," Jim said as he moved
behind the small bar, pleased that yet another of the people he'd
once commanded has succeeded. "I knew you'd make it someday."
"Well I wasn't so sure," Janice said, remembering for a
moment how far she'd come in her career. "If it wasn't for Nyota,
I don't think I would've passed the promotion board. She was so
sure that I would that she gave me her old rank pin to wear when
the orders came down."
The comment make Kirk recall that back during his first
five-year mission on the Enterprise, Janice and Uhura had been
almost inseparable friends. It was obvious that despite the
distances over the years, they'd managed to remain close. He
wished he'd been able to do as well with some of his old friends
that had gone on to other ships.
"Well old bars or new, they deserve to be wetted down," Jim
said as he lifted the bottle of Rihannsu Ale he had hidden a few
minutes earlier and produced a second glass. "And I have just the
thing to do it with."
Janice had been in Starfleet long enough to recognize the
illegal blue liquor in the bottle the Captain held. She nodded an
agreement and he poured her a glass, refilling his own in the
process.
While he did, she picked up a large book that had been
sitting on the table. It wasn't an antique like some of the books in
Kirk's collection but it was a well-know idiosyncrasy of the Captain
that he had a passion for the feel of a real book in his hand over a
computer disk and when possible, he would request a replicate of a
book rather than a digital version.
Flipping through the large book, Janice saw that it was a
pictorial of Twentieth Century San Francisco. It was amazing to
think that only a few weeks before, Kirk had walked these very
streets. Yet, when she thought about it, no more amazing than
other aspects of James Kirk's life. Putting the book down, Janice
accepted the blue filled glass and joined Kirk in the traditional
first toast to absent friends.
"You might want to take a small bit at first," Jim started to
warn her as she lifted the glass to her mouth, "it's pretty stro..."
Before he could finish, Janice had taken a large enough
swallow of the potent intoxicant to knock an Ensign off their feet.
With a satisfied look on her face, she brought the glass back down,
almost half empty.
"You were saying something, Captain?" she asked with a
broad smile.
"Nothing really," Jim said with a "who me" look on his face.
Things certainly had changed since Scotty had given Janice her
first glass of scotch at a party. Not realizing how strong it was,
the Captain's Yeoman had downed it in one shot, much to her
regret.
"Christine gets part of the same shipment, Doctor McCoy
does," the newly promoted Lieutenant Commander said in way of
explanation.
Refilling both of their glasses, Jim remembered Bones
telling him that Janice and Christine Chapel, once Nurse and now
Doctor, shared an apartment in the city. It made sense since both
were now assigned to Starfleet Command.
"Why don't we have a seat and you can bring me up to speed
on what you've been doing at Starfleet Command," Jim said as he
motioned to the large double couch.
"Only if you tell me what it was like to walk the streets of
San Francisco in the 1980's," she countered, indicating the book
on the table.
"It's a deal," Jim said as they both sat down, taking off
their dress jackets as they did to be more comfortable. He was
immensely happy at the way the night was turning out. Old friends
were definitely preferable to new Ensigns.
Stars had filled the sky by the time Janice had filled Jim in
on the path her life had taken. Parts of it were familiar to him
already. He himself had signed the orders that had relieved the
then Chief Petty Officer Rand from her duties as Transporter
Chief aboard the Enterprise and sent her back to Earth as an
Officer Candidate. After graduation from the program, Janice
had show an aptitude for communications, not surprising in light of
all the time she and Uhura spent together. That ability had led to
a coveted posting at Starfleet Command and a quick promotion to
Lieutenant.
"I'm really hoping to get a deep space assignment again,"
Janice said as she finished both her story and her third glass of
ale. Somewhere in the middle of their exchange, they had opened
a second bottle.
"Well if that's what you really want," Jim said, feeling the
respect he had for anyone who wanted to give up a prestigious
posting at Fleet Command to explore space instead. "I'm sure I
could find a place for you on my staff once they finally find a ship
for me." The impatience Kirk felt at the wait for Starfleet to tell
him something was evident in his tone.
Janice seemed about to say something, but then hesitated.
At least that was the impression Jim got from the look on her
face. Before he could ask, she changed to, what he was sure was a
different topic.
"I appreciate the offer, Captain, I really do," Janice said.
"but you know as well as I do that when you reform your command
staff that Nyota is going to be Chief of Communications. As much
as I would really love to serve on the same ship with her again, I
really want my own department more. I hope you understand?"
"Of course, Janice, I just wanted you to know that the
position was there if you wanted it," Jim said as he again refilled
their glasses, waiting for a nod from her that she wanted more.
"And when it's just us you can call me, Jim. That's a privilege I
extend to all old friends over the rank of Lieutenant." he added
with a grin.
"Thank you, Jim," Janice smiled back.
"Well if not with me then," Jim said as he took another
taste of the ale, "then I'm sure another Starship Commander will
snap you up in no time. If you ever need a recommendation..."
"I appreciate that too," Janice cut him off. "But I'd rather
do it on my own."
"That's understandable as well," Jim said, thinking at the
same time that any prospective Commanding Officer would surely
see his name in her personnel file and ask his opinion. Then he
would get to give her a glowing recommendation.
It then occurred to him that once Fleet got it's act
together, it might not be long before Hikaru or Pavel got there own
Commands as well. Before the Genesis Incident, Chekhov had been
First Officer on the Reliant, and Sulu had been one of the top
runners to be the Captain who put Excelsior through her trials.
Unfortunately, Commander Starfleet had decided that he
couldn't delay the Excelsior tests until the inquiry into Genesis was
done. So the appointment had gone to that popinjay Stiles instead.
Kirk had enjoyed a certain satisfaction over the ridicule Stiles had
suffered after Scotty had disabled the Excelsior's trans-warp
engines and they had been left dead in space when they attempted
to stop Kirk from taking Enterprise from Spacedock.
Thinking of Hikaru and Janice, Jim remembered a rumor
from back during their first five-year mission that there was
something between the two of them. As Captain, Kirk had tried
not to pry in the personal lives of the people under his command
and had never tried to find out if there was any truth to it. Still,
if there had been, well it can't have ended badly since they were
obviously still friends. Kirk wished more of his own relationships
had ended that well.
"Jim?"
"What?" a startled Captain replied.
"Nothing really," Janice laughed softly. "You just seemed
to be somewhere else for a moment."
"I guess I was just reminded of something, that's all" he
explained.
"Speaking of which," Janice countered, "Do you know what
this reminds me of?" she asked as she lifted her half empty glass.
"The first time we faced the Rihannsu, or as we still called them
back then, Romulans. Do you remember that?"
"It's not something that I'm likely to forget," Jim said.
"I remember being on the bridge with you during the Bird of
Prey's attack," she said. "They had fired on us with that plasma
weapon of theirs and we were trying to outrun it. It was all so new
and terrifying to me, I was so young. Then, even as a hundred
details called for your attention, you took a moment to pay
attention to me and calm my fears. I don't even really remember
what it was that you said to me, but it was as if you were giving me
a chance to share in your strength. After that, I wasn't afraid
anymore."
Jim remembered the incident well, if not the exchange
between the two of them. How many times in his career had
someone said something similar to him. That, at a moment of
crisis, he had seemed to project a strength that enabled them to
get through it. He could never really explain it to people, because
he wasn't aware that he was doing it.
"Do you know what I remember most about that," he said
jovially, not wanting to dwell on her observation too long. "The look
on Spock's face when we first saw the face of the Rihannsu
Commander. I thought at the time that it was just the revelation
that they were a Vulcan offshoot. It wasn't until years later when
I met Sarek that I saw how much the Commander resembled
Spock's father. They could almost have been brothers."
But Janice wasn't going to be deterred from what she
wanted to say. Maybe it was the strong drink they had been
sharing, or maybe it was just that she had waited so long to say
what she wanted to say that she couldn't hold it in anymore.
"That was the day I fell in love with you," she said with all
of the emotion that had built up over the years. "Oh I knew that
we'd never be lovers or anything like that. At least not back then.
But I knew that for the rest of my life, I would always love you."
"Janice, I don't know what to say," Jim said, flustered for
the first time in as long as he could remember. "I never meant
to..."
"There's nothing for you to have to apologize for," Janice
said. "I don't know if you realized it or not, but more than half the
women on the ship were in love with you at one time or another.
Every time you took a lover, someone not part of your crew, we
were all jealous."
Jim didn't know how to respond. Of course he knew that
many crewmen, of both sexes, were sometimes infatuated with
their Commanders. He just never realized it had gone that far.
One rule of command that he unfailingly adhered to was to never
become involved sexually with anyone under his command. The only
exception to that rule had been Uhura, but their encounter had
taken place before he'd been Captain of the Enterprise.
Additionally, she had come aboard Enterprise before he did,
serving under the last year of Christopher Pike's Command. He
could hardly ask her to transfer off the ship because they'd once
slept together. In the years since, the subject had never even
come up for discussion.
"Janice, I really don't know want to say," he repeated.
"You don't have to say anything," she replied as she moved
toward him.
What ever response Jim Kirk might have had after that was
lost as Janice threw her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to
hers. The kiss took him by surprise but as he felt her tongue pass
into his open mouth and her uniform covered breasts press against
his chest, he felt his body responding.
Half a lifetime ago, during a transporter accident while
orbiting Alpha 177, Kirk had been split into two halves. One of
those halves, the one containing the most aggressive part of a
man's personality, had attempted to sexually assault the Captain's
Yeoman. The attack had thankfully been thwarted, but the lust
filled memory of Janice's body pressed tight against his own had
remained with Kirk after his two halves had been rejoined. He had
never spoken of it with anyone, not even Spock or McCoy. Now, the
memory of that feeling returned with a vengeance.
This time it was Janice who was the aggressor and as he felt
himself surrendering to her desire, Jim Kirk realized that maturity
had only made the woman in his arms more desirable.
"Janice, ... I ..." Jim started to say when the younger officer
cut him off.
"Not a word, Jim Kirk," she said as she held up a hand to
silence him. "I don't want to hear a word about why this shouldn't
happen. I'm not a teenage Yeoman anymore, nor am I under your
command. I'd like to be under you, but in a different capacity and
we'll get to discussing that later."
Closing his mouth, the veteran Starship Commander held up
both his hand in an uncharacteristic surrender. If his own years of
maturity had taught him anything, sometimes you had to just let
the other person get it out of their system.
"Yesterday is the past, and while some of the memories of
that are sweet indeed, they are only that, memories," Janice went
on. "Tomorrow is an unwritten future, and when it comes we both
might find ourselves in totally different lives. But tonight, all that
matters is you and I. Let the Galaxy take care of itself for a few
hours."
"You're right," Jim said when she finally stopped.
"I'm what?"
"I said you're right," Jim repeated. "There's absolutely no
reason why we can't spend the night together, if that's what we
both want?"
Kirk's question hung in the air for a moment. Then, in an
unspoken but understood agreement between both of them, it was
answered with actions rather than words.
-=-=-=-
No longer driven by the impatience of youth as they might
once have been, Jim and Janice took their time as they shed their
uniforms, slowly exposing each other's body. The dark haired
Captain might not have been going where no man, or woman, had
gone before, but as more and more of the blond beauty was
revealed, his level of appreciation increased.
Soft kisses and gentle touches passed between them, joined
by an exchange of quiet words. Words that had been far too long
in coming.
As she helped him out of the uniform he wore with such
pride, Janice also admired the body of this man who was almost
two decades her senior. Kirk was in a physical condition men her
age couldn't help but envy. The only imperfections were a small
number of old scars scattered across his tanned form. Reminders
of various landing parties on inhospitable worlds, they were the
sort modern medicine could easily remove. Most men would've
taken adventage of that, but not Jim Kirk. To him they were small
reminders of the price of exploring strange new worlds.
There was a memorandum circulating around Starfleet
Command suggesting that with a rapidly expanding Fleet, Starship
Captains were too rare and valuable a commodity to risk leading
dangerous away missions. It also suggested that a formal policy
delegating that role to the First Officer should be established.
Janice had seen a copy of the report and couldn't imagine a man
like James T. Kirk sending any of his crew in harm's way while he
commanded from the safety of the bridge's center seat.
Thoughts of possible future policy changes lasted but a
moment as Jim brought Janice's attention quickly back to the here
and now, guiding one of her now freed breasts to his mouth. His
tongue caressed the bright pink circle as the already excited
nipple slipped between his lips.
"Oh God, Jim," Janice gasped. "Oh, yes."
Janice held the back of Jim's head, running her fingers
through his hair as he shifted his attentions between mounds as
well as to the soft valley that rested between them. A pleasing
warmth spread out across her chest and from between her legs as
Jim slid one hand between her thighs. Adeptly, his nimble fingers
located her most receptive spots, applying the softest of
pressures that triggered a surge of intense gratification through
her.
In his decades long career, Jim Kirk had been from the
center of the galaxy to beyond it's edge and had seen and been
part of a thousand amazing things. Among them, was twice being
transformed into the opposite sex. During both metamorphoses,
he had taken advantage of the situation to explore the female
form from within and to understand the way a woman feels
pleasure. The memory he had brought back from those encounters
had stayed with him.
A louder, more pleasing cry issued from Janice's lips as her
level of excitement abruptly doubled. Jim took his cue from her
verbal encouragement as he gently pressed her down onto the
couch and shifted the focus of his mouth and tongue from her
ample breasts to the even more inviting delights below her waist.
Lifting and spreading her long legs, Jim shifted his own position
until he could bring his already demonstrated talents to their best
use yet.
Skills that Janice's appreciation of, grew with each passing
heartbeat. The one-time Yeoman had her share of lovers over the
years, both male and female. Enough that she felt quite qualified
in her ability to judge a partner's ability. In assessing those of
this man who had been for so long merely an object of fantasy and
desire, it was clear to her that he easily made the top ten. The
hope, deep in her heart, was that by the time the night was over,
he would make it onto an even shorter list. If Jim Kirk failed to
reach that impressive level, it would hardly be for a lack of
determination.
Resounding tides of ecstasy resonated through Janice's
body as every movement of Jim's darting tongue was translated
into resonating bursts of excitement. Echoes that doubled back
upon themselves again and again, growing in strength until his
lover's sweat-covered and quaking form balanced on the edge of
orgasm.
A boundary the Starship Captain gently nudged her across
as he aptly demonstrated a technique he'd learned on Argellis II
when he first visited that pleasure filled world on the starship
Republic. Janice's body went rigid for a moment under his touch,
then her sexual core exploded as if it had been transformed into a
miniature photon torpedo.
The cry that echoed off the apartment walls invoked the
name of the Great Bird of the Galaxy as well as a number of other
mythical deities. Every youthful fantasy Janice Rand had about
James T. Kirk shattered into gossamer shards in the face of
reality. Her vision blurred as the world around her ceased to exist
as she finally learned yet another aspect of why Captain Kirk was
considered a legend.
When Janice was finally able to focus once more, the first
thing she saw was a grinning Jim Kirk leaning over her. She
reached up and pulled him close, kissing him with all the strength
she could muster. Deep within his mouth, she could taste the
fruits of her orgasm and it sent a burst of renewed excitement
between her legs.
"Satisfied?" Jim Kirk asked as they broke their embrace.
"Very," Janice laughed softly.
"Good," Jim said with an even broader grin.
"But now it's my turn," Janice replied with an evil gleam in
her eye.
-=-=-=-
The adjacent bedroom had a continuous window that ran the
length of two complete walls and rose from waist high to a quarter
of the way across the ceiling. With a simple voice command to the
apartment's computer, it could be made opaque or totally
translucent. That was the state of it at this moment, allowing a
dazzling view of the length and breadth of the bay and the Golden
Gate Bridge that dominated it.
In the center of the room stood a large oversized oak bed
that looked to be as much of an antique as any of the collection in
the living room. In fact, the bed dated back to the mid-nineteenth
century. Up until a few years ago, it had rested in the master
bedroom on the Kirk farm back in Iowa.
When he had been promoted to Admiral and forced to
secure Earthbound quarters, Kirk had decided he wanted
something of home to be there as well. A piece of family history
as it were, one in which he described as being a place where Kirks
had been ushered both in and out of this world for over a dozen
generations.
On his last day as Captain of the Enterprise, Kirk had the
bed beamed from Iowa to his new home. Rand had taken care of
the job personally as her own last act as Transporter Chief. She
was leaving the ship as well to attend Officer's Candidate School.
It was to this bed that Janice led James Kirk and now taking
the initiative, pressed him down on the soft mattress. Climbing on
top of him, she kissed him first on his lips, then on his shoulders
and chest, then continued downwards. Reaching his erect cock, she
kissed the tip of it as well before working her way down it's length.
Finally she took him into her eager mouth.
Back when she had first been posted aboard the Enterprise,
before she had been assigned as the Captain's Yeoman, Janice had
sat in on more than a few late night girl talk sessions with some of
the other crewwomen. She had been too shy to offer her opinion
in those days, but had found the subject matters fascinating. One
of these had been the subject of Captain Kirk's already legendary
skill with women.
There had been much speculation as to the root of that
legend, as each had offered their opinion. In the end, after much
discussion and lower deck spirits, they had come to the conclusion
that the Captain had to be hung like a Rigelian Warlord. Janice
had to go to the medical reference on the library computer to
understand the analogy. When she saw the large oversized sexual
organ illustrated in the article, the teenager had let out an audible
gasp. Since Kirk made it a practice never to include any of the
crew in his romantic exploits, no one had any way of confirming the
conclusion. When she had moved up to Yeoman, she had been
obligated to move out of crew quarters and was no longer welcome
at the late night sessions.
Not that the size and shape of Kirk's manhood had come as
a surprise to the woman now sucking it so energetically. A much
more interesting late night chat with Christine Chapel years later
had put that myth to rest once and for all. Doctor Chapel, who in
those early years as been Head Nurse on the Enterpise, had
numerous opportunities to examine the Captain in the course of her
duties. In describing Jim's body to her roommate, Christine was
technically violating a trust, but since the question had come while
they were still in the warm afterglow of mutual orgasm, the slip
was understandable.
Now it was Jim Kirk's turn to moan loudly as Janice slid his
cock in and out of her mouth, her tongue tickling it as she moved.
If it came to a choice between male or female lovers, Janice would
undoubtedly have chosen women, but thankfully she never had to
make that decision. So she'd had enough male lovers to have
acquired a quite effective cock-sucking technique of her own.
"Oh Janice," Jim moaned as he lay back on the bed and let
her work her magic.
And magic it was as she took him deep in her throat time and
again, caressing his flesh with her twirling tongue. Her hands
moved up and down the length of his body, sending a pleasing ripple
effect from his chest to his balls. Deep within himself, the dark
haired Captain could begin to feel his control weakening. If she
went on like she was, and the blond haired Commander showed no
signs of abating, then he was surely going to loose it completely.
Janice could feel the heat in his balls. A fire that would soon
erupt and spill forth in response to her tender motions. A small
measure of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his manhood, a measure
that quickly disappeared with an artful flick of her tongue. He was
so close to a climax.
Janice had already considered that and reached out with
two of her fingers and applied a pressure pinch at the base of
Jim's cock. Vulcan in origin, it made it impossible for a male to
climax for a while. Christine Chapel had discovered the procedure
in an obscure underground medical text back when she had an
overwhelming infatuation with the Enterprise's First Officer. She
had shared it, along with a good number of other useful tidbits,
with Janice. There were definite advantages to having a Doctor
for a roommate and sometimes lover.
Kirk's temporary inability to climax in no way lessened the
level of pleasure he was receiving from Janice's attentions. If
nothing else, it added to them since he now could just relax and
enjoy them more without having to worry about a premature
conclusion to their play.
Jim quickly lost himself in the soft wetness of her throat.
He sighed ever louder as her tongue ran once more down the reach
of his shaft and then swirled around his balls. Janice then rose
and engulfed his cock, letting it fill her again and again.
After what seemed like forever to the Captain, Janice let
Jim's cock slide out of her mouth and climbed back up the length
of his body. She kissed him softly on and about his mouth, then
lifted her breasts to his lips as well. Jim reached out and covered
them with kisses. As he did, Janice reached down and continued to
massage his cock with her hand.
Satisfied that he's lost none of his hardness, Janice again
shifted her position so that the cock in her hand now stood at the
entrance to her womanhood. Pressing back and downward, she took
him deep inside of her, an action that caused matching sighs of
delight from both of them.
Once his cock was secure within her, Janice braced herself
with her hands flat on the bed and began to ride him. Back and
forth, up and down she went, her breasts bouncing with the
movements of her body. Once she was sure of her rhythm, she
shifted her hands until they now rested on Kirk's chest.
The erotic pressure against the sides of Kirk's cock was
enough to send him into spasms of rapture as well. Bracing his
hands against the sides of her legs, he added the force of his own
thrusts to their coupling.
Back and forth they rocked on the centuries old bed, each
carrying the other up to the realms of Elysium. The thousand
stars that filled the sky above them no longer mattered, or the
grand adventure they represented. The universe for them, at least
for this moment in time, had shrunk to the confines of these four
walls.
"Fuck me, Jim," Janice moaned into his ear as she pressed
her body hard against his. "I've dreamed so long about this
moment. Take me, oh God take me!"
With a surge of strength, Jim lifted Janice off him and
rolled out from under her. In one fluid motion, he slid behind her
and brought his cock between her legs as he took a firm grip on
the sides of her thighs. Balancing herself on her hands and knees,
Janice moaned softly as Jim's cock slid deep inside of her once
more.
Faster than he could've in their previous position, Jim moved
in and out of her with increasing speed. Janice rested her head on
one of the large pillows and spread her legs further apart to give
him even greater access.
Their bodies quickly became as one with the fires their
actions generated passing back and forth, each fueling the
conflagration to come. Kirk could feel the effects of the Vulcan
nerve block ending, and in no time at all, his own journey to orgasm
caught up with Janice's.
"Janice, I'm going to ..." he called out in warning.
"Me too ..." she panted, trying to give her full attention to
the wonderful place her body was taking her.
A dozen heartbeats later, both of them passed to an even
higher level as together they moved through the gateway and
unleashed an even more powerful explosion than the one Janice had
experienced earlier. Their bodies jerked violently as the tremors
of Aphrodite ripped through them.
Like the transition between warp and normal space, their
passage through the ether of bliss was timeless and instantaneous.
Powerful energies caressed their quivering forms as each knew, if
but for a moment, pure joy.
They finally collapsed, drained of all energy, into each
other's arms. The fires that had claimed the two old friends
began to slowly cool as their sweat drenched bodies held each
other tight. The weariness soon overtook them and they closed
their eyes, to sleep the sleep of the contented.
-=-=-=-
"Good Morning, Captain Kirk," the voice of the computer
said as a soft alarm chime filled the room. "It is now zero four
thirty hours. Your appointment at Spacedock is scheduled for zero
five hundred."
Jim Kirk slowing opened his eyes, rolling over in bed to look
at the small display on the nightstand. When the computer had
displayed his orders the night before, it had also updated his
schedule and set the alarm.
The Captain rolled back the other way and took in the still
naked form of Janice Rand. They had both awakened in the middle
of the night and made love a second time. If anything, it had been
even more satisfying than the first.
Afterwards, they had talked a little while about what had
happened and both said that the best thing was to let the night
stand as it was. Two old friends sharing each other's company.
They would always be friends, and in another time and place they
might've been lovers, but this wasn't the future for them right
now. Kirk had been surprised at how readily Janice had agreed.
"Jim?" Janice said as she opened her own eyes and sat up in
the bed, the smooth sheets falling away from her and exposing her
breasts.
"Time for me to get dressed and see what new challenges
the paper pushers at Starfleet have in store for me," Jim said as
he rose to his feet. "No need for you to get up. At least one of us
should get a decent night's sleep. Not that I'm complaining, mind
you."
"You better not be," she laughed as she also rose from the
bed and stood next to him. "Why don't you grab a quick shower
and I'll get your uniform together for you."
"Janice, you don't have to ...." he started to say.
"I know, but I want to," she said as she kissed him lightly.
By the time Jim came out of the shower, Janice had his
uniform laid out for him across the bed. She had been sorely
tempted to join him in the shower, but if she had she knew he
would never have made his appointment. And on today of all days,
that would never do.
She watched as Kirk quickly dressed, seeing both the man he
had been so long ago, as well as the one he had become. The man
who, if only for the night, had been all hers.
"I guess I should just beam there from here," Kirk said as
he assumed his Captain persona and left that of lover behind.
"Go and enjoy yourself," Janice said as she kissed him one
last time. "I'll see myself out and make sure everything is
straightened out here."
"After all these years, you're still taking care of me," Jim
laughed.
"More than you will ever know," Janice smiled.
A smile that was the last thing he saw as he used his
communicator to call for transport and dissolved into a column of
multicolored light. Janice stood watching the empty spot where
Jim Kirk had stood for a few seconds more, then wrapping one of
the sheets around her naked body, moved closer to the window,
Looking up into the star filled sky, she mentally plotted the
position of Spacedock and soon found the artificial satellite that
housed Starbase One. In her mind's eye she could see the scene
now unfolding. An old lover who now held a high position had let
her in on the plans Command had for James T. Kirk.
By now, Kirk was surprised to find that the people he held
the most dear, were waiting for him at Spacedock. Spock and
McCoy, Sulu and Chekhov, Mr. Scott and of course Nyota. They
would be boarding a shuttle that would take them to their new
command.
Janice wished she could be with them right now. To see the
expression on their faces when they saw the name on what was
supposed to be the new Yorktown. To be there when James T. Kirk
took the center seat of the place he belonged more than any other
in the Universe. The bridge of the USS Enterprise.
Stepping back from the large window, Janice climbed back
into the bed and pulled the sheets over her. Sheets which still
carried the scents of their recent lovemaking. She didn't have to
report for duty until nine, and if only in her memory, she wanted
the night to last for just that much longer.
END