Tasha
                    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-commercial 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.




The following story takes place between the first two next
generation episodes, Encounter At Farpoint and the Naked Now. 




        "Timmy, m'lad, this is your lucky day."  Thought Ensign
Timothy O'Rourke as the dark haired woman entered the turbolift. 
Trying not to be too obvious, the young man ran his dark blue eyes
up and down what he considered the best set of tits and ass on the
starship.


        Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi, Ship's Counselor of the
U.S.S.Enterprise was indeed a sight to behold.  5'9", the Betazoid
had a voluptuous figure that filled out her outfit in a most pleasing
image. She wore a short skirted blue Star Fleet Uniform and her
shoulder length black hair was held back by a headband.


        "How I'd like to spend a few fun hours with this little lass." 
The 6'3" Irishman said to himself as he considered how best to
start a conversation with her. That she outranked him didn't really
matter to the handsome Ensign.  Back on his last assignment on
Starbase 42, he'd had a truly incredible one niter with a full
Commander. Not that he could even remember the woman's name
right now.  Jane-something or other he recalled. Then again he
seemed to remember someone calling her Kate. But it really didn't
matter, that was then, this was now.  And what was important now
was how best to convince this beautiful woman that she should
share his bed tonight.  


        Ensign O'Rourke opened his mouth and was about to utter
what he considered his best pickup lines, at least it had worked on
that redheaded Lieutenant in Ship's Stores last week, when the
doors of the turbolift slid open and another woman entered.


        Nothing could've put a damper on O'Rourke's amorous plans
more than the sudden appearance of the grim faced Lieutenant
who served as Chief of Security.  Standing 5'9" and wearing a  gold
and  black jumpsuit, Tasha Yar was the stuff of the Ensign's worst
nightmares. Wearing her blonde hair cut short in a short,  almost
boyish style, the Lieutenant had a no-nonsense reputation for
discipline in the ranks.  If it wasn't for the small swell of her
breasts through the form fitting bodysuit, Ensign O'Rourke
might've taken her for a man at first glance.  Down in engineering
he'd heard a few jokes about how Yar must be a dynamo in bed
because she was such a hard nosed bitch all the other times.
Personally, O'Rourke thought she'd be a bitch in bed too, not that
he'd ever want to be the one to find out.


        "Deck Nine, Security!"  The thin woman barked out to the
turbolift's audio sensor.


        "Lieutenant."  Deanna greeted the Security Chief with a
smile in a nod.


        "Counselor."  Tasha countered, her face showing only the
barest trace of a smile.


        O'Rourke suddenly felt very uncomfortable in the presence
of the two bridge officers and let out a small sign of relief  when
the doors opened and he was able to rush out between them.


        "I don't know if you noticed,"  Tasha said with a much larger
smile on her face. "But that Ensign had a major erection. I'm
amazed he could run with it in such an awkward position."


        "I didn't need to see it."  Deanna laughed. "I could feel his
eagerness from way over here."


        "Well maybe you should've taken him up on it."  Tasha
quipped.


        "He's not exactly what I'm in the mood for right now."  the
Counselor retorted as she tossed back her hair.


        "Oh really?"  Tasha asked. "Well, maybe I know something
that might interest you....Computer...Hold!"




        The turbolift came to a sudden stop, catching Deanna off
guard.  In a sudden motion, Tasha sprinted across the lift and
pressed Deanna against the wall. Before the Counselor could say a
word, Yar's lips were pressed hard against her own. When she
opened her mouth to finally speak, Troi had her words cut off by
the intrusion of Tasha's tongue.  The blonde's left hand cupped
Deanna's breast, rubbing her thumb over the large nipple that
pressed against the  blue material.


        A soft cry finally escaped the Betazoid's lips, but it was a
cry of pleasure, not of anger.  As Deanna returned the kiss with
the caress of her own tongue,  Tasha slid her free hand down and
under the pinned woman's skirt.  To her delight, Deanna wasn't
wearing panties, allowing easy access to her womanhood. To her
surprise, the Commander was also incredibly wet.


        "What's this?"  She said in surprise. "Don't tell me you
really had the hots for that Ensign?"


        "Of course not..."  Deanna gasped. 


        A gasp was the best she could do as Tasha had slid two
fingers within her and was furiously rubbing against her clit.
Already it was sending tiny sparks throughout her body.


        "Well it certainly wasn't from me.."  Tasha said in a slightly
hostile voice as she pushed a third finger up into Troi. "I just got
here."


        The violent motion of Tasha's hand within her and the
pressure of the hand pressing into her breasts began to excite
Deanna more and more.  She could feel the intoxicating
combination of anger and lust emanating from Tasha.  It had come
as a great shock to her when they had begun their affair six weeks
before when she found that she really enjoyed Tasha's rough
sexplay.  Their attraction was purely sexual.  They could be friends
but love would never enter into the picture.  Right now it was
enough that they both filled a need the other had.


        "I know why you're so wet!"  Tasha exclaimed as she put a
fourth finger into play. "You just came from sickbay, and you've
had the hots for our lady doctor since she came aboard two weeks
ago."


        Deanna merely moaned in response.  It was true. From the
moment she had beamed aboard, Deanna had formed a crush on
Beverly Crusher.  


        "I don't think the  good doctor is really into girls though." 
Tasha laughed as she brought Deanna to the edge of climax. "And
even if she were, I don't think she'd be into games like this!"


        Pulling the top of Deanna's uniform down, Tasha exposed the
Betazoid's perfectly formed breast.  With a ravenous hunger, her
mouth closed around the wide aureole and she bit down hard.  The
sudden jolt was enough to send Troi over the edge.  A loud cry
filled the lift as her juices covered Tasha's hand.


        Slumping against the wall, her left breast hanging loose,
Deanna felt drained.  Yet at the same time, she felt wonderful. The
raw sexual energy that Tasha radiated was like a narcotic to an
empath like herself. And the best thing was that she knew the
lithe blonde woman wasn't done yet.


        Bringing her juice covered fingers up to Deanna's mouth,
Tasha smiled as the Betazoid took each sticky finger into her
mouth and licked them clean one by one. It was a small act of
submission but one which turned Tasha on immensely.


        "That's my baby."  Tasha purred.  "You can fantasize about
Doctor Beverly all you want, as long as you remember that your ass
belongs to Tasha."


END





    

(c) Ann Douglas 1995















   
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