Seven's Next Spiritual Experience
"If I didn't know you better, I'd say you just had your first spiritual experience."
"Indeed. It is most gratifying. I wish to learn more."
"You should continue to review the databases and choose a facet to learn more about."
"I believe I have."
"Oh?"
"Yes. Many cultures have legends regarding sexual experiences and the attendant spiritual qualities. I will start there. Will you assist me?"
"Certainly. What did you have in mind Seven?" Catherine’s stomach glowed with the prospect of a sexual experience. The tension from the last week needed further release.
"I wish to learn of Earth's 21st century massage and dance rituals."
"Do you want to experience them or would you prefer to discuss your studies?"
"I believe I would prefer to experience them."
"Then I think I have just the program for you. Are you ready?"
"Yes."
"Computer. Open program Janeway sigma ampersand two. Adjust holodeck entry protocol to 'Private'."
"Affirmative"
Master deVinci's studio was replaced by a large room dominated by a pool with a cascading fountain at one end. The ceiling had exposed beams and pendant lights in all shapes and sizes emitting low light levels. Around the perimeter of the pool were various tables and sofas. Clusters of candles glimmered amongst the plants bringing gentle, flickering light to the space.
"Computer. Run program - population 14."
Guests appeared in the pool, on the sofas and on the massage tables. Everyone in varying states of undress. In one corner, a woman dressed in white danced before a woman reclining on a chaise sofa. The dancers dress was hooded and open down to her belly. Seven watched the dancer’s barely concealed breasts respond to the rhythms. The dancers audience was bare chested brunette with a sarong loosely wrapped around her hips. She lazily drew her hands over her torso and her nipples and one hand found it’s way under the sarong as she smiled broadly and with what Seven was sure was great desire. The woman in the chaise was clearly excited by watching the dancer. Seven felt her own energy level rise.
At another location three women stood dancing in each others arms to music with a rapid beat. They had been at it for some time Seven surmised, due to their sweat levels. Dressed in lightweight, almost shear button down shirts and skirts - if dressed was even the right term - they each pulsed into each other. The petit blond with sunglasses was nuzzling into the chest of a long, curly haired brunette. The brunettes shirt was fully opened and the blond had one hand on the brunettes shoulder and another across her bare midriff. Behind the brunette was an apparently buxom, short haired red head grinding her pelvis, then her chest into the brunettes back and bottom in time with the music. Seven could make out the brunette’s panties - she thought that was the term - when the red head thrusted her pelvis up into the brunettes bottom. The red head’s hand was massaging the brunettes breasts through the shirt. Seven had to lean to see that the red heads other hand was reaching under the panties of the blond massaging the blonds bottom. The entranced brunette leaned her head back and pulled the red heads face towards waiting lips. At first it was a sweet kiss, then the brunette took the red heads upper lip into her mouth sucking on it gently, then the engaged in a full French kiss. Seven smiled broadly at that.
Janeway was flush with excitement over Seven’s clear engagement of the scene. Janeway relaxed as it became clear she had chosen well enough. She was looking forward to letting her hair down. Realizing that she had not selected appropriate dress for the real inhabitants of the program, she began to ponder what would be comfortable and appropriate for the two of them. Seven took in the rest of the scene.
One of the two males in the room had his erect penis over the lips of a man laying on his back receiving vigorous massage from two women in very efficient looking white shirts and pants. Seven assumed this was a type of quasi medical dress. The reclined man had a towel over his midsection while the two therapists worked on his legs and feet. It was apparent from his hard cock that he was in quite a state of excitement. Seven was not sure what had him “turned on” but though it could be either the fellatio he was delivering or the massage. Seven made a mental note to inquire with Catherine before the session was over. The two therapists appeared engaged in their work and Seven wondered if they were excited.
In the pool, two women were splashing in the water. They were both dressed in virtual strings and tears of cloth covering their nipples and Seven assumed, their crotches. Though not engaged in explicit sexual activity, Seven was sure they were on their way to that.
On the edge of the pool just to Sevens right, another brunette woman was perched on the edge of the pool, her feet dangled into the water. She was leaning back on her hands and moaning softly. She too wore a button down shirt, that like the dancing brunette, was open to reveal her breasts. They were glistening in oil and water. Between her open legs another woman had her fingers inside and was slurping at the woman’s vagina. Seven raised an eyebrow and could not decide if the slurper was as excited as the slurpee.
Seven realized the 14th person was missing. She had begun to sink into a state of extreme arousal and was not accustom to being caught off guard on the kind of detail that every Starfleet officer learns in basic tactical training - an awareness of one’s surroundings. This still plagued her from her days as a member of a completely mentally connected collective, where an individual was constantly assisted by thousands of other eyes instantly routing tactical information. It had taken some doing to shake her of that reliance.
She turned to where Captain Janeway had been standing to inquire and found the Captain missing. Seven turned away from the scene to see the Captain, well now it really was Catherine wasn’t it, ravishing in a layered emerald green cocktail dress in slow embrace with a striking, long haired redhead in black heels, black silk bustier, black stockings and shoulder scarf. The redhead had no panties and her nipples were covered not by the bustier, but the shoulder scarf. Seven couldn’t stop staring.
“Ooh, Catherine. Powder steel blue stockings. You have such exquisite taste.” the red head said in great lust as she eyed Seven. “An excellent choice indeed.” Seven realized that no one in the room had been wearing anything blue - except for Seven’s own jumpsuit … oh. Another self awareness gaff, Seven chagrined. Her service jumpsuit had been replaced with the aforementioned stockings and pumps, but also an incredibly smooth, silky full length matching robe and teddy, that was more bustier than teddy.
“Captain, er, Catherine, this is quite exciting. I feel quite alive and happy. You are beautiful and I want very much to touch you and to be touched. I also very much wish to dance with you and this lovely woman. May I?”
“Oh Seven, please. This is Netta.” The red head nodded slowly and draped an arm over Sevens shoulder, drawing her closer. As Seven approached, Netta’s body warmth upped Sevens excitement level even more. Seven looked Netta over and slipped her own hand behind Netta’s lower back, feeling the laces and silk of the bustier. Seven smiled into Netta’s eyes, which returned the smile. Netta leaned forward into Seven’s waiting lips and they fell into a passionate kiss. They broke and Netta did the same for Catherine. The dancing had halted for that electrifying moment, then both Netta and Janeway began to dance in slow rhythms. As Seven joined them, mimicking the movements, Seven maneuvered one of Netta’s legs between her own. She pressed harder until her clit became aroused through the silk panties.
“Now let go Seven.” Catherine whispered in her husky soft voice,“Just forget everything except that exquisite feeling between your legs, the wonder of Netta’s breath, the feeling of my hand on your thigh and ass.” Seven’s eyes flared a little when Janeway used that term. “Close your eyes girl. Just feel.” Netta had had her hand around Sevens waist and had now maneuvered it under Seven’s panties and was rubbing the top of Seven’s left butt cheek, replacing Janeway’s fleeting hand. She was able to let go enough to gasp at this gesture. She leaned her head on Netta’s sloping breast as she had seen the blond across the room do.
Janeway had begun to lose herself as well. Janeway leaned in, slowly pulling aside Netta’s scarf and licking, then sucking her nipple, then repeating it all in time with the music. Seven just stared, aware of intense heat and some slickness where she made contact with Netta’s leg. Janeway closed her eyes and began to flick Netta’s nipples rapidly. Seven could feel Netta tense and release.
Seven raised her head and began kissing Netta’s neck and slopes of her breasts. Seven used her nose to move the scarf aside revealing Netta’s other red nipple with generous areolas. Seven paused to stare at their beauty and raised her hand to hold the globe and feel it moving as Netta swayed. She then hungrily devoured the exposed nipple in a release of passion she had only known with Catherine. Netta howled in delight and pulled Catherine to her, Netta rubbing her own crotch against now Janeway’s leg. Her rhythms increased in speed and intensity and it became clear to Seven that Netta was on her way to an orgasm. Seven knew to just proceed as she was doing, letting the delicate journey of a woman’s orgasm build to a fever pitch then pushing hard for the release. The dancing was invaluable in Seven’s estimation, to maintaining the “letting go” that Catherine had been teaching her. Seven decided to risk breaking the mood and to rub and squeeze Netta’s “ass” to see what effect it might have. Netta responded by pulling Seven closer - a response Seven very much enjoyed and calculated did not break Netta’s concentration.
Seven caught Janeway’s eye and they both smiled at the progress of their adopted collective charge. Netta was nearly over the edge when Seven began rubbing her own crotch into Netta harder. Between the stunning Seven getting off and Netta’s nipples in the capable hands of the captain and the former Borg, Netta tensed into heavy orgasm, gushing onto Janeway’s leg and slumping into their collective embrace.
“Fuck!” Netta exclaimed in heaving breathes, “You bring this doll every time won’t you Catherine?” and placed both hands on either side of Seven’s face and kissed her richly. Seven responded by sucking on Netta’s tongue and lips, very satisfied at her learning by observation.
“I too am deeply gratified by your presence Netta. I wish to orgasm with you many times.”
“I thought you’d like her. She really started this whole thing here. I met her in one of the holodeck catalogs and she inspired me to create the pool area and dancing party girls. I threw in some of the elements I had read about from the journals of earth in the mid 21st century. It was really quite a time for us as human beings. We began to understand the sexual taboos were artificially created to manage the intense emotional connections experienced during sex. As we matured as a species, we began to shed those very necessary prohibitions and it allowed us to have richer experiences altogether. We discovered the intense emotional connections were a natural part of our beings and as we developed better protocols regarding relationships, sexual contact lost much of it’s baggage and people expanded their networks of sexual partners. Netta showed me how it worked and I thought she’d be a good choice for you as well.”
“Indeed captain. I look forward to her tutelage.”
“Indeed, indeed.” mocked Netta. “I think Catherine and I need to be cleaned up, and you my lovely Borg, need to make a mess!” That even got Seven laughing and Catherine new exactly what to do next.