Major Celebration 
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
 MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
 infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.
Samantha Carter sat back in her chair and blearily
surveyed the room. It was a shabbles. Then she looked
at her friend across the table. Janet Fraiser had a
big goofy grin plastered on her face as she looked at
Sam. Both women, while in Air Force dress uniforms,
were not as button-down as regs required. But, in
their defense, they were off duty and more than a
little buzzed.
"Wow, I'm glad I don' have ta clean this mess up!" Sam
declared.
Janet laughed and said, "Yeah, you couldn' clean yer
way out of a brown pa'er bag!"
"Watch it, Major! Jus' 'cause you got promoted today,
doesn't mean nothi- uh, anything. I was promoted
months ago and so I ou'rank you!"
"But i's my party. I can do what I wan' and I plan
to..." Then Janet looked around and saw they were the
only two left. "Hey! Where'd ever'body go?"
"C'mon, Major Doctor. We're gettin' a cab and gettin'
you home." Sam stood and swayed for a moment then
walked around the table and pulled Janet to her feet.
"C'mon, b'fore Shhowbahn throws us out."
Janet came to her feet and fell into Sam's arms,
almost spilling them both to the floor. "Feels nice
here," Janet muttered.
Sam's attention, though cloudy from many beers and
several shots, caught the comment but didn't know what
to say. she silently agreed with her drunken friend.
She didn't, however, catch the not-so drunk look in
Janet's eye as the brunette glanced up at her.
They walked out of the back room at Siobhan's and had
the bartender call a cab for them. "We'll ge' our cars
la'er," Sam said.
Stepping outside, the brisk mountain air helped clear
some of the cobwebs. Sam, who wasn't quite as drunk as
she let on, began to suspect that Janet wasn't either.
"It sure was nice of ever'one to have a party for me,"
Janet said as she sat on a bench in front of the bar.
"Well," Sam responded slowly, "I guess, since you
didn' get a big ol' cer'mony that you deserved a party
at least. Those gol' leaves look pretty good there on
yer shoulder." Sam's eyes weren't on Janet's jacket
epaulets but on the cleavage shown by the doctor's
open blouse.
"Lookee wha' I saved," Janet said as she brandished
two unopened bottles of champagne. "We can have our
own li'l party at my place."
"Wha' 'bout Cass?"
"She's out for the night. Got her to stay with a
friend since I knew this was going to be a long,ugly
night," Janet said.
Looking at Janet, Sam muttered, "There's nothing ugly
about you tonight.
"This air is clearing my head. Wooo! I'm going to be
feeling that tekillya tomorrow," Sam said in a louder
voice.
Janet heard both statements but merely smiled as the
cab pulled up.
Sam gave the driver Janet's address as they climbed
into the back seat. As the cab turned tightly out of
the lot, Janet felt herself slide across the vinyl
seat until she was against Sam.
"Sorry," she muttered. "Damn seat is slippery." But
she didn't bother to move back over.
Sam could feel the heat of Janet's leg where it
pressed against hers below their hemlines. It felt
very nice. She began to wonder just how drunk Janet
was.
When the cab dropped them off, Janet had no trouble
opening the door of her house. Sam refrained from
commenting on this demonstration of dexterity.
Once inside, Janet shucked off her blue jacket,
tossing it on a nearby chair. Then, kicking off her
shoes, she walked to the couch and said, "C'mon Sammy,
make yourself comfortable."
Sam dropped her jacket next to Janet's and took off
her small tie as well. Then she stepped out of her
shoes and said, "Oh, that feels good! I'm not used to
wearing heels."
"You look good dressed up, Sam," Janet said. Patting
the cushion next to her, she said, "Here. Sit down and
we can open this bottle for a little private
celebration."
The lucidity of Janet's speech didn't escape Sam. Nor
did the long gazes Janet had directed at her all
evening. 'Maybe?' Sam thought followed by, 'No. I'm
imagining things.'
As Sam joined Janet on the couch, the new major tore
the foil off the top of the bottle and began to work
on the cork. With a pop, the champagne boiled out of
the bottle all over the front of Janet's blouse.
"Ooh! That's cold!" she exclaimed. "That cab ride was
bumpy."
Sam looked down and clearly saw Janet's breasts
through the soaked material. Her nipples were poking
out and the dark circles around them were plainly
visible. The blonde sat and stared at the sight before
her.
Glancing down to see her own breasts showing easily
through her blouse, Janet said, "I took my bra off
earlier. It was getting uncomfortable. Want a taste?"
Sam looked into Janet's dark eyes in surprise. Then
she saw the proferred bottle and nodded, smiling
ruefully.
Janet took a large swig from the champagne bottle and
then pulled Sam to her. Pressing her lips to Sam's,
she forced her tongue into Sam's mouth and allowed the
champagne to spill into the startled woman's mouth.
Sam, to her credit, accepted the champagne and Janet's
kiss. Her tongue slid past Janet's and into the
brunette's mouth.
As their lips parted, Sam sat back and said, "Wow!
That was interesting!"
Janet smiled and said, "Yes it was. It was quite
tingly."
Sam smiled back, took the bottle and drank from it
then leaned towards Janet. Another tingly kiss,
sharing tongues and champagne, gave both women a very
pleasant thrill.
Sitting back, breathing harder than normal, Janet
could only say, "Oh Sam. That was...OOOOOH!"
Sam had poured more champagne over Janet's blouse.
"Sorry, spilled some. Guess I'd better clean it up."
The blonde leaned over and began to suck the champagne
from the shirt. Then she began to suck on the hard
nipples, gently biting them through the sodden
material.
"Oh, Sam..." Janet fell back on the couch, her eyes
closed as she enjoyed Sam's "clean up."
Slowly unbuttoning the blouse, Sam licked drops of
champagne from all the newly exposed skin until she
was able to wrap her lips around one nipple.
As she sucked and nibbled on the sensitive nub, she
pulled the blouse open and slid her hand down to the
blue skirt. Shifting to the other nipple, Sam also
slid her hand up the nylon-covered leg, discovering
Janet was wearing real stockings and a garter belt.
Then she moaned against the soft breast when she found
no panties covering the doctor's sex.
Janet moaned aloud as she felt Sam's fingers
tentatively exploring her. It was what she hoped for
when she removed her underwear in the ladies room at
Siobhan's. It felt so good. It had been so long since
anyone else had touched her. And this woman had been
her fantasy for so long. If only she'd known to
pretend to be drunk before...
Pushing Sam's head away, Janet sat up and said, "No,
I've been waiting to do this for too long." She kissed
Sam then, a long, wet kiss that had both women panting
when it ended.
Standing up, Janet opened the zipper on her skirt and
let it drop. She stood there in her black garter and
sheer black stockings with her open blouse hanging
from her shoulders.
Sam stood and hugged her, feeling Janet's bare nipples
poke at her blouse. Suddenly she knew she had too much
on. Stepping back, Sam began to unbutton her blouse.
Janet stepped forward to help her by unzipping Sam's
skirt. Once the dark material pooled at Sam's feet,
Janet knelt before the object of her fantasies and
nuzzled the pantyhose and panty clad core of the tall
blonde. Reaching up, she pulled down on the waistband
of both garments and peeled them down Sam's legs.
Sam shrugged off her blouse and reached back to unhook
her bra when she gave out an "ooo!" as cool air hit
her humid center. This was followed by a louder moan
as Janet's fingers slid through her blond curls and
between her protruding lips.
Janet stood and took Sam's face in her hands. Looking
into those deep blue eyes, she brought her mouth to
Sam's again. They pulled each other close as their
tongues slid along and around each other.
Janet took Sam's hand and led her to the middle of the
floor. Making the lovely blonde lay on her back, Janet
went for the opened bottle. Laying between Sam's legs,
she poured cold, frothy champagne onto the smooth skin
of Sam's abdomen slowly.
"Eeeee! That's cold!" Sam squealed.
Janet leaned in and lapped up the bubbly wine that
pooled in Sam's belly button and then licked her way
down the woman's lower stomach. Reaching Sam's pubic
patch, she licked up the drops of champagne caught
there.
Taking a deep breath to fully appreciate the aroma of
the aroused woman beneath her, Janet used one hand to
gently open Sam's outer lips. With the other, she
poured champagne over the exposed pussy.
Smiling as Sam squirmed, Janet pressed her lips to
Sam's and began to lick up the combination of wine and
arousal. The brunette licked, nibbled, and sucked on
the tender flesh. Without even touching the exposed
nubbin above the hot, humid slit, Janet managed to
bring Sam to a loud orgasm.
Laying there between Sam's legs, Janet looked up the
beautiful expanse of nude flesh and said, "You have no
idea how long I've wanted to do that to you."
"Oh God, Janet," Sam moaned, "I wish you'd said
something earlier. That was fantastic!"
"I wasn't sure you would be interested," Janet said.
Then she smiled wickedly and added, "Anyway, I'm not
done yet..."
Pouring more champagne on Sam's crotch, Janet again
pressed her mouth tightly to the woman, french-kissing
her pussy. Then she licked up to the unsheathed
clitoris and wrapped her lips gently around the
extremely tender, aroused bud.
Applying suction and very light swipes of her tongue,
Janet soon had Sam screaming as she came again. Still
not content, Janet kept her mouth over Sam's clit as
she slipped two fingers inside her.
Sam came a third time, scared because she thought she
was going to pass out. When she finally recovered, she
opened her eyes to see Janet leaning on her elbow and
looking down at her. She still had her uniform blouse
on.
Janet ran her fingers lightly across Sam's chest and
looked deep into her eyes. "I could stare into your
eyes forever," she declared.
Sam nodded in agreement, and reached up to flick the
gold oak leaf on the shoulder of the open blouse. "I
could too," she said as her hand moved down and cupped
Janet's breast, her thumb rubbing the erect nipple.
Janet whispered, "The night is young and we still have
a bottle of bubbly." Then she leaned over and captured
Sam's willing lips again.
 (c) John O'Conner

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