Wesley And Deanna
          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 dim lights of Gamma watch illuminated the decks of the
Starship Enterprise as Wesley Crusher walked the halls.  Nearly
two hours had passed since he'd left the cabin he shared with his
mother, the Chief Medical Officer of the great vessel.  He hadn't
been able to sleep, even thought most of the enormous crew
observed Gamma shift as the official night. 


         In a few hours, Alpha watch would signal the start of a new
day.  Wes's final day on the Enterprise.   In less than forty-eight
hours he would be on his way to Earth and Starfleet Academy.


        Had it really been only a few years ago that he'd come on
board as a brilliant but awkward boy.  Now he was about to leave it
as a fully grown young man.  He would greatly miss the Enterprise,
he knew.  Few people got to live on the Flagship of the Federation
Starfleet.  Fewer still got to serve on her as a member of her
crew.  Yet Wes had done both.  His hand reached up and touched
the single disc of a Ensign that he wore on his uniform.  Tomorrow,
or more precisely today, he would be replacing that insignia with
that of a Starfleet Cadet.  Hopefully it wouldn't be too long
before he would be able to wear it again.


        "I guess I'm not the only one with insomnia tonight."  Said a
soft melodious voice from behind Wesley.


        Jumping at the sound, it was a second before Wes turned
around.  When he did, the sight before him brought a wide smile to
his face.


        "Deanna!" The young Ensign exclaimed.  "What are you doing
up this time of night?"


        "I had an appointment with someone on Gamma shift."  She
replied, her voice ringing in his ears.  "And it was easier for me to
loose a little sleep than for him to rearrange his schedule."


        "I guess the Ship's Councilor is on duty 24 hours a day." 
Wes sheepishly replied.


        "I don't mind,"  The Betazoid continued. "The only drawback
is that once I'm up, I'm up for good.  No chance of grabbing a few
more hours sleep."


        "Well, I was just talking a last look at everything."  Wes
replied.  "I'm only now beginning to realize how much I'm going to
miss it all."


        "Most people don't realize how much they value something
until they loose it."  Deanna said. "But I'm sure once you complete
your Academy training, Captain Picard will request that you be
reassigned to the Enterprise."


        "I hope so."


        "Do you mind if I walk with you?"  Troi asked. "I do enjoy
this time of the day, when the ship's so quiet and peaceful.  But
I'll understand if you want to be alone."


        "No!" Wesley exclaimed. "I'd really like that."


        Deanna smiled as they continued down the long empty
corridor.
        


        Talking as they walked, Wes began to become increasingly
away of Deanna's sexual presence.  Every once and a while he found
himself gazing down into the inviting crevice between her large
shapely breasts.  It had been a long time since he fantasized about
Deanna Troi, but now that he was about to leave the Enterprise he
found that those fantasies hadn't lost any of their intensity.


        He could still remember the first time he had seen her.  He
and his Mother had just arrived on the Enterprise from Farpoint
station and he was getting acquainted with their new quarters. 
Doctor Crusher had gone directly to Sickbay to inspect her new
domain.  That was far more important than unpacking.  When the
door chime had rung, Wes simply assumed it was his Mother
returning  - instead it had been the Ship's Counselor coming to pay
a social call.  


        In his mind he could still remember how she looked that day.
The short skirted blue uniform, her really awful, at least in his
opinion, hairstyle. Yet to a young teenage boy, she was like a Greek
goddess.  She had quickly introduced herself and then warmly
welcomed him to the Enterprise.  Then after asking Doctor
Crusher's location, the Counselor had left as quickly as she had
entered.


        So absorbed had the young boy been with the beauty of her
body and the tantalizing scent  of her perfume,  that he continued
to stare at the now closed door for a full minute after she'd left. 
It wasn't until he finally woke from his trance that he became
away of the major erection her closeness had produced.  It was
with some embarrassment that he discovered that he was now
being afflicted with that same reaction.


        Deanna was all too aware of Wesley's growing sexual arousal. 
She didn't need to see the swelling bulge in his uniform, her
empathic abilities could feel his rising lust like the crests of a
breaking surf.  Her face showed no change as she talked of such
mundane things as the little cafe just outside the Academy
grounds that he simply had to visit.  Inwardly, she was grinning
broadly.  The increasing waves of sexual energy bringing a wetness
between her legs.


        Deanna Troi had long been away of Wesley's fantasies about
her.  To be truthful to herself, she had to admit she'd found his
interest exciting.  She'd never taken a young man as a lover
before, but it was something she'd seen her mother do many times
before.  The sex drive of Betazoid women doubled and tripled as
they grew older.  As sexually charged as she felt lately, Deanna
wondered what it would be like when she reached her mother's
age.  


        "As much as I'm going to miss serving on the Enterprise," 
Wes continued saying.  "It's the people that I'm really going to
miss the most.  Mom, Geordie, Data, Commander Riker and Captain
Picard.  And of course you."


        "And I guess you'll miss Ensign Jordan too."  Deanna added.  


        Deanna knew that Wes had been seeing Carol Jordan on and
off for the last few months. In fact she was sure that the young
blonde had taken Wesley's virginity. The thought caused her
nipples to become even more erect and a tingle to spread around
her now moist mound.


        "Carol's ok,"  He replied, clearly uncomfortable in mentioning
the subject.  "We just went out a few times, nothing really became
of it."
        What Wes really meant was that while he had indeed lost
his cherry to Carol, he had on the whole found it a thoroughly
unrewarding experience.  Carol was a nice enough girl, pretty and
bright.  But whenever they were together, Wes couldn't help but
feel like he wanted her to be someone else.  The someone he now
walked with and wanted to jump right here in the corridor of D
deck, not carrying if he woke the hundreds of crewmen sleeping
behind the closed doors.


        Before long they found themselves at the door to Deanna's
quarters.  The Counselor stopped and Wes took this as a signal
that she had ended their little nocturnal trek.  With a warm smile
and a slight shrug of frustration, he said goodnight and began to
walk away.


        "Don't go yet, Wes."  Deanna called after him.  "I was going
to make myself a little snack.  You're welcome to join me."


        Deanna didn't need her Betazoid abilities to feel the sudden
rush of emotion that filled Wesley Crusher as he spun on his heals
and turned back toward her cabin.  The light in his eyes and the
broadness of his smile said it all.




        Wesley quickly followed Deanna into her private quarters. It
was the first time he had ever seen it.  Just before he stepped
inside, he couldn't help taking a quick look up and down the
corridor to see of anyone could see them. He found it hard to stop
thinking like that blushing boy of so long ago.


        "I'm going to take a minute and change,"  Deanna said as she
headed for the bedroom. "Why don't you punch up some fruit or
something from the replicator."


        "Sure...."  Wes stammered, his eyes fixed tightly on the sway
of Deanna's ass as she disappeared through the doorway.


        The young Ensign took a few moments to think about what to
order. Then is a sudden burst of courage he asked the computer
for Rigelian Ja'kija Juice.  It was a popular non-alcoholic drink,
with a wide reputation as a aphrodisiac. He had never really had
one, but he had once heard Commander Riker telling another
officer about them.  If  Deanna said anything, he could always
claim ignorance of the drinks notoriety.  In a second, two large
glasses of a bright blue liquid had appeared.


        Taking a slight sip from the tall frosty glass, Wesley felt a
sudden light headiness, followed immediately by a sudden flush
throughout his body.  Maybe this particular drink wasn't such a
good idea after all.  He hadn't realized it could be so potent. 


        Before he could change the drink selection, Deanna emerged
from the bedroom.  One glance in her direction and Wes forgot all
about the drinks.  Gone was the form fitting blue duty uniform
that usually stirred Wesley's and every other able bodied  male's
imagination. In its place, Deanna now wore a beautiful translucent
green dress that left very little to the imagination. Outlined
broadly against the soft material, Deanna's hard nipples stood
invitingly.  Glancing downward, Wes could see the dark triangle of
the Betazoid's pubic mound. Totally at a loss for words, He just
stood there with the juice glass in his hand.


        The flowing lines of the gown seemed to drift along invisible
currents as Deanna glided across the room.  She reached for the
remaining glass in the replicator and gracefully brought it to her
soft red lips.  She took a taste, then ran her tongue across her
lips, wiping the small blue drops which had been left there.  


        "Mmmm, Ja'kija juice"  Deanna purred. "Will Riker always
used to always order this back when we first met.  I think he
believed all those stories about it being some kind of  aphrodisiac."


        Wes was about to say something about it being pretty
strong stuff when Deanna lifted the glass again and took a long
deep swallow.  When she placed it back on the table, Wes was
amazed that it was half empty.


        "On Rigel they may  considered that pretty potent."  She
said.  "But on Betazed it hardly qualifies as fruit punch."


        Wesley smiled in admiration and carefully took another sip
of his drink.  The second rush seemed stronger than the first.


        "Maybe we'd better get you something a little more to
Terran tastes."  Deanna said as she lifted the glass out of Wes's
hand.  "If you drink much more of this I think you'll sleep away
your last day."


        When Deanna had leaned over to take the drink, the deep
opening of her garment billowed, giving the young man an
impressive unobstructed look at the charms beneath.  Wes knew if
he didn't get out of here soon, he'd burst just from the friction of
his uniform against his hardened cock. 




        "Wes, it no accident that I ran into you tonight."  Deanna
said with a smile. "I really didn't have any late night appointment."


        "You didn't?"  Wes replied, confused at her statement.


        "I've been aware of your, shall we saw, desire to be more
than just friends, for a long time now.  And with you leaving for the
Academy, I thought it might be a good idea for you to have a
chance to get it out of your system.  To be honest, I'm spent many
nights wishing I could return your attentions."


        For all of his much heralded intelligence, Wesley Crusher
had no idea what he should say.  A half hour ago, he wanted to roll
naked on the decks with this beautiful woman.  Now that she was
offering herself to him, he felt a sudden hesitation.  What would
his mother think?


        Deanna could sense his conflict, and knew that his mother
was part of it.  She knew, even if Wesley himself hadn't fully come
to realize it as such, that the boy had a strong sexual desire for
his mother. It wasn't that unusual for boys raised only by a single
parent. Not that she blamed him either. Deanna had long ago
developed feelings for Beverly Crusher, but the time to act on that
affection wasn't yet right.  She hadn't had a female lover since
Tasha  died.  Eventually she would have to  do something about it,
but for now one Crusher at a time.


        Finally concluding that Wesley would never take that first
step, Deanna reached out and took him into her arms. Her soft
breasts pressed against his chest as her mound fitted against his
hardness.  She lifted up his chin and kissed him softly.


        "It's your choice, Wes."  She whispered softly as she broke
the kiss.  "You can stay or go.  If you want to go, we'll just forget
this ever happened."


        The Ensign looked into her big dark eyes, then down to the
soft whiteness of her breasts.  He thought about it for a second,
then buried his face between that softness.  A smile came to
Deanna as she ran her fingers through his brown hair and softly
stroked it.  She kissed the top of his head, the around his ear. 
Finally she lifted his face from her breasts and kissed him firmly
on the lips.  In the deep recesses of her mind, she could feel the
enormous release of desire from Wesley as the reality of his
fantasy finally sank in.






        Wesley's gray uniform was quickly discarded.  Taking a few
moments to fully appreciate his naked form, Deanna wasn't
displeased.  True, he was far less developed than Will Riker or
most of the men she had known.  But Wes has a certain charm all
his own.  His skin was smooth and hairless.  Even around his
manhood, the hair was short and sparse.  Fully erect he stood
about six and a half  inches.  Deanna gently ran her fingers along
the length of his cock, then she took a firm grip on it and began to
pump it.   


        Wesley closed his eyes and sighed in delight at the soft
touch of the Counselor's hand.  After only a dozen strokes he could
already feel his boyjuices building up to an explosive climax.  It
was already too late to try and hold back. Another few moments
and  he would be filling Deanna's hand with his sticky seed.


        The Ensign's brown eyes suddenly popped open in surprise as
the Betazoid's gentle touch was abruptly replaced by something 
wet and warm.  Looking down, Wesley found his cock engulfed by
Deanna's soft red lips.  The soothing pleasure of that mouth
caused a shudder to run through his body.  Followed seconds later
by a powerful rush as his very essence ripped though his cock and
discharged into her waiting mouth.  


        Continuing her sucking motion, Deanna seemed to draw every
drop out of  young Ensign Crusher. A small drop of white fluid
escaped her attention and slowly ran down her chin.  Finally,
satisfied that Wesley was totally drained, she let the now
semi-soft cock fall from her mouth and rose again to her feet. 
She wiped the small white droplet from her chin and then licked it
from her finger.


        Wes had a sort of disappointed look on his face, it had all
been over so quickly.  Even with Carol he had climaxed long before
he even got her anywhere near her own orgasm.


        Deanna smiled and pulled Wesley to her,  kissing him hard on
the lips.  Wes could taste the saltiness of his cum on her probing
tongue.  Once, out of curiosity he had licked it off his hands after
a masturbation session.  Mixed with Deanna's saliva, it tasted quite
different.


        "Don't be so glum, Mr. Crusher."  Deanna said in her best
command voice. "That was just an appetizer."


        Wesley's brown eyes lit up at the thought that he hadn't
blown his chance, so to speak.  Even his now limp cock seemed to
jump at the thought.


        "Few young men your age have any self control."  The
Betazed continued as she ran her long red fingers across his bare
chest.  "That's why the best thing to do is to get them off quickly. 
So that you can take your time with them while they recharge
their batteries."


        Deanna grinned at the thought of thousands of tiny little
Wesley cells trying to pump his cock  back to life.  The battery
analogy was one she'd heard her mother use many times.  


        Leading Wes over to a soft padded chair and  set him down
upon it.  Then she took a step back and began to massage her
breasts through the transparent green dress.  A heavy sigh
escaped from her lips as she squeezed and lifted the large globes,
her thumbs pressing against the hard nipples.  Pulling back the thin
material, Deanna then let her soft globes fall free.


        Wes was practically watering at the mouth at the nearness
of those near perfect breasts.  How many times over the years had
he tried to peek down the Counselor's duty uniform, now they were
only a foot away. 


        "You can touch them if you like?"  Deanna say softly as she
lifted them from underneath and offered them to him.  "In fact, if
you'd like to kiss them, I wouldn't mind that either."


        The young man didn't hesitate for a second.  He leaped
forward and his mouth closed on the closest breast. He was rough
at first, almost as rough as Will Riker had been that first time.
But soon he settled down and began to gently suck the objects of
his desire.  Deanna closed her eyes and moaned softy as his tongue
swirled over her nipple again and again.  She had to give the boy
credit, he was nothing if not a fast learner.


        Shifting his attention to her other breast, Deanna guided
his hand to her first.  With her hand covering his, she showed his
how to gently massage it, even as he sucked at the other like a
baby.


        The combination of Deanna's body scent and the perfume
she wore was intoxicating to Wesley.  He moved from Deanna's
nipple and continued to lick her bare skin until his face was buried
deep within the crevice between her mounds.  Deanna pressed her
breasts together, massaging his cheeks with their softness.


        Wesley then began to move downward, kissing and licking his
way until he reached the closely trimmed black hair surrounding
her pubic mound.  He kissed the crest of her prominence and tried
to slide his tongue within.


        Deanna smiled and laughed softly.  She moved to the chair
Wes had vacated and sat down.  then she spread her legs as far as
she could and propped them on the armrests.  Finally she reached
down and spread the lips of her vagina with her long soft  fingers.


        "Try it now, Wes."  She said in a melodious voice.  "I think
you'll find it a little easier now."


        Indeed he did as he dropped to his knees and buried his head
between the Counselors outstretched legs.  His tongue mixed with
the soft pinkness of Deanna's pussy, sending ripples of pleasure
radiating outward.  With a soft but firm hand, Deanna guided her
young lover to her most sensitive spot.  Betazoid women had a
clitoris that was both twice as large and twice as receptive to
stimulation as Earth women. That was one thing she had always
been grateful she had inherited from her mother's side of the
family.  


        It wasn't long before Wesley's gifted tongue had Deanna
panting for more.  With every passing moment, the ripples grew
into waves, then finally into a torrid of delight.  Deanna played with
her breasts as Wes tried to bury his face and energetic  tongue
deeper within her.


        "This boy is a genuine talent."  Deanna thought to herself as
she drifted on the waves of passion.  "He's almost as good as
Tasha."


        The image of the blonde Security Chief's naked body filled
Deanna's mind.  A new longing filled her as she remembered the
long passionate nights the two had shared.  Comparing Wes's
neophyte tongue to Tasha's was the highest compliment she could
have ever given him.  No man or woman had ever brought her to the
heights that Tasha had.


        "Enough!"  Deanna screamed out in her mind.  "She had to
have him inside her now!"


        With a sudden shove, the Counselor pushed Wes down on the
carpeted floor and mounted him.  She reached behind her and
closed her fingers around his cock.  A smile crossed her lips as she
found it was again hard as a rock.


        Lifting herself, the dark haired woman positioned her
saturated mound over his arrow like shaft and slowly lowered
herself onto him.  Skilled hands carefully guided his cockhead to
the entrance to her tunnel of passion.  Then, letting it part her lips
and slide just the slightest bit inside her, she stopped her descent.


        Turning her head again forward, she looked deep into
Wesley's eyes and the look of total rapture on his handsome young
face.  Deanna began to rotate her pelvis, causing the walls of her
pussy to massage the tip of Wes's cock.  


        She could tell that he was riding conflicting waves of
powerful emotion.  On one level he was soaring in a pool of
happiness.  His most desired dreams were becoming a reality.  On a
second level he burned with the desire to be in control of the
situation, to be able to please her as a man should.  And underneath
it all was the adolescent fear that he was in over his head, that he
would be incapable of fulfilling that task.   Well there was one way
to show him his worth.


        In one sudden motion, Deanna dropped down, sending his
cock deep inside of her.  The sudden warm pressure against his
cock sent a loud moan of ecstasy out of Wesley's mouth.  Then a
second later his skin felt a rush of cool air as Deanna began her
upward stroke, only to once again engulf him with her wetness.


        Determined to bring Deanna pleasure, Wes reached up and
grabbed the woman by the hips and began to take control of their
motions.  Quickly matching her rhythms, Wesley met each of her
downward thrusts with one of his own.  His backside lifted off the
floor as he drove his six and a half inches as far within her as he
could.  With Deanna maintaining a tight grip on him as strong as
the one he held on her, the actual distance each of them moved
was now confined to only a few inches.  But within those few inches
was a symphony of passion.


        Taking an ever tighter grip upon the boy, Deanna
relinquished  control of their thrusts and buried his face in her
breasts.  The kaleidoscope of emotion filled the core of the
Betazoids's very being.  Coupled with her impending orgasmic
eruption, it transported her to a level few Terrans could
understand.  It was like an out of body experience, she was
oblivious to everything except the sensation of Wesley being inside
her.


        Then a sudden white filled her mind, mixed with the
whiteness of Wesley's cum as it filled her body.  She didn't have
words to describe the feelings, something which she found hard to
admit.  The whiteness became all encompassing.  Then as suddenly
as it had appeared it was replaced by a  deep darkness. A void
Deanna felt herself falling into as she lost consciousness.  


        Lost in his own orgasmic explosion, it was almost a minute
before Wesley realized that the Counselor was unconscious. Rolling
the sweat covered naked body off him he quickly began to panic. 
In a second he was rummaging though his uniform for his
combadge.  To his credit, the thought of what his mother would
think when she found him naked with Deanna in her quarters never
entered his mind.  All he knew was that something was wrong with
Deanna.  Something he had caused.


        "Crusher to Sickbay, medical emergency!"  He yelled as he
lifted the small Starfleet insignia. 


        It took a second for him to realize he hadn't heard the
familiar chirp of a open frequency when he hit the badge.  He hit it
again a second time, this time he was rewarded with the chirp.  


        He was about to repeat his call for help when he heard
Deanna's soft voice behind him.


        "I'm ok Wes...."  She said softly in a voice filled with fatigue.


        Closing the frequency, Wes quickly moved to her side.  He
was now oblivious to the beauty of her naked body, or the shiny
film of sweat that covered it.  He was just relieved to hear her
speak.


        "What happened?"  he said, the concern in his voice evident.


        "I guess you happened."  Deanna replied softly.


        Wesley's only reply was a look of confusion on his face.


        "I happened?"  He finally repeated.


        "Yes, Wesley, my little love.  You took me to a plateau no man
has ever brought me to before."


        "I did?"  Wes asked in a mixture of pride and disbelief.


        "Yes, you."  Deanna replied as she pulled herself up into a
sitting position.  "And I'm including Will Riker in that assessment."


        Wesley's face positively beamed with pride at the
Counselor's remark.  Deanna knew that telling him he had been a
better lover than Will would raise his opinion of himself. 
Commander Riker was his hero, the yardstick he measured himself
against in very way.  And to be honest, it was only a little lie.  Of
course he wasn't better than Will, but give him a few years of
practice and he just might be.


        With that, she kissed him again and pulled him against her. 
They still had time until the start of Alpha shift and for now she
was content to just feel the warmth of his naked form against her
own.


        "Too bad you can't stay, my little lover."  Deanna thought  as
he nestled against her breasts and she stroked his brown hair. 
""I'd love to be your teacher."


        Wesley looked up at Deanna with loving eyes.  Deanna
returned the smile and kissed him gently on the cheek.  By morning,
their relationship would revert back to that of friends.  But even
when he left the Enterprise and was light years away on Earth,
they would always share the link that was the memory of this
night.


END             


 (c) Ann Douglas 1994

   
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