Trust
by John OConnor
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.
Note: Sequel to "A Matter Of Trust" and inspired by
AJ's challenge in the Sam and Janet Group.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded slowly. It wasn't hesitation that slowed
her nod. It was more like curiosity. A deep, burning
curiosity that still surprised her after nearly 4
years of being together. "With my life."
Janet smiled. "Good. Just lay back. God, you are so
beautiful, Sam..." she moaned, her eyes taking in the
sight of her nude lover.
Sam shivered in a mixture of pleasure and erotic
anticipation. She had no idea what Janet had in mind
but whenever the little brunette asked her that
question, it was usually followed by some unusual
activity, sexual or otherwise. Amazingly her thoughts
drifted back...
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Driving through Colorado Springs, Lieutenant Colonel
Samantha Carter was thinking about what General Jack
O'Neill, the CO of the SGC, had told her. The Air
Force was about to promote her again. She was going to
be a full-bird colonel. Janet's promotion would follow
shortly. According to Jack, they were both on the fast
track to their first stars. She could be a general
before too many more years.
She was thrilled by the news but anxious to get home.
Jack sensed that and said, "Carter, you're no good
here now. Go home. I'm sure your honey is getting
impatient..." He gave her a typical O'Neill leer as
she saluted.
"Thank you, General." They both smiled as she left his
office.
"Tell the doc I said 'Happy Anniversary' Carter!" He
yelled at her retreating back.
As she left Cheyenne Mountain, Sam smiled at the
memory of telling Jack about she and Janet. It had
been just after the Supreme Court forced the Defense
Department to give up on the unfair, unworkable "Don't
ask, don't tell" policy and allow gays and lesbians in
the service to be open about their lives. He had been
torn between amazement at what he had thought were two
straight women and prurient images of them together.
She had read all of that on his face at the time.
As time passed, he became much more supportive and
less sophomoric about the situation to the point where
he actively helped them out. That argument last summer
that had turned so ugly...
Thinking of that time and what he had done for the two
friends and lovers, Sam whispered a quiet, "Thank God
for Jack O'Neill" as she turned into the driveway. She
couldn't wait to see Janet. Four years as lovers,
eight as friends, and she still couldn't get enough
time with the doctor. With the increasingly sexual
nature of the thoughts in her head, she was very
thankful that Cassie had gone away to college for her
junior year. She found herself squeezing her thighs
together under her dark blue uniform skirt as her
excitement grew.
Sam's imagination paled in comparison to what Janet
had in mind for them for the night...
The evening had been one long string of visual
foreplay. Sam was greeted at the door by Janet with a
hearty "Happy Anniversary!" followed by a long loving
kiss.
Sam was speechless as she stood there in her uniform,
the overhead foyer lights glinting on her silver oak
leaves. Her eyes were wide and glazing over with lust
and her mouth was hanging open.
This effect was wrought by Janet, standing there in an
incredibly sheer black nightie. Her long brown hair
was tied up loosely with strands framing her lovely
face. The lingerie was transparent and Sam could see
through it to the dark circles capping her breasts and
the dark triangle between the woman's legs. The sheer
peignoir hug to just above her hips, showing off her
slender legs. It was cut to show Janet's cleavage as
well, the roundness of her breasts accentuated by the
contrast between dark silk and white skin.
"My God, you're beautiful, Janet." Sam could barely
manage a whisper, stunned as she was by Janet's
appearance.
Janet smiled, she felt the same way about the blonde
standing in her Air Force blues. She stepped forward
and their lips fused again.
Sam saw the reflection in the entrance hall mirror.
Janet's body in the very revealing lingerie and Sam in
her uniform locked in a loving and passionate embrace.
Janet removed Sam's jacket and tie, dropping them on
the small table below the mirror. Taking the blonde's
hand, she pulled Sam along, saying "Come, I've
prepared dinner."
The dining room was lit by the glowing fire on the
candelabra they had bought together at an antique
house in Vail two year before. The table was set for
two. There was a magnum of champagne in a sterling
bucket nearby.
Janet directed Sam to her chair and sat near her.
Pouring the champagne, Janet sipped hers while staring
at Sam over the rim of her crystal glass. Her eyes
were lit by both the candles and the fire within her.
Sam's mouth was suddenly dry. She gulped half of her
champagne as her pulse quickened from the lustful look
in her love's eyes.
Dinner passed in almost complete silence, but neither
woman needed words to convey her feelings.
Several times through the meal, Sam was distracted by
the lovely view of Janet's chest as well as Janet's
bare foot stroking the inside of her thigh.
Shortly, Janet set her napkin down and stood. "Come
with me, my love. Tonight is going to be special..."
Sam stood and grabbed the shorter woman, "It already
is!" They kissed again, their hands roaming freely
over cloth-covered skin.
Janet broke the kiss and again pulled Sam in her wake
upstairs to their bedroom. Once there, Janet crawled
up and knelt on the bed, saying, "Strip for me!"
Sam smiled and slowly peeled off the remains of her
uniform. Janet's eyes never left her, traveling from
Sam's blue eyes down to the latest portion of her that
was exposed then back to those eyes. Janet's own eyes
were dark with lust but she managed to simply kneel
there on the bed and watch her lover.
Once Sam dropped her plain cotton panties and was
completely nude before her lover, Janet hopped off the
bed and came up to her. Taking the taller woman in her
arms, Janet kissed her heatedly, her tongue probing
deep into Sam's mouth.
Sam returned the kiss with equal fervor, her hands
roaming over the silky material and the silkier skin.
Her fingers traced the edges of the garments where
they met bare skin.
As she began to move her mouth down Janet's neck,
Janet pulled away. "Lay down," the brunette directed.
Looking slightly confused and more than a little
flustered, Sam complied. After she was on the bed,
Janet moved to the dresser and pulled out four long
scarves.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded slowly. It wasn't hesitation that slowed
her nod. It was more like curiosity. A deep, burning
curiosity that still surprised her after nearly 4
years of being together. "With my life."
Janet smiled. "Good. Just lay back. God, you are so
beautiful, Sam..." she whispered, her eyes taking in
the sight of her lover's nude form.
Janet took one of the scarves and tied Sam's wrist to
the brass bedpost. Then, climbing up to kneel next to
the blonde, she leaned over and started to tie Sam's
other wrist.
Sam was treated to the sight of one of Janet's silk
covered breasts directly over her. She leaned up and
wrapped her mouth around the silk-covered tip of the
dangling lure.
Janet sighed and said, "Now, now, Colonel. None of
that..." But she made no move to pull away and, in
fact, seemed to take more time tying that particular
scarf.
Finally, she got up and moved down the bed, her
negligee noticeably damp over her breast. At the foot
of the bed, she began to tie Sam's ankle.
"My, my, you look a little excited, my dear," Janet
said, looking pointedly at Sam's spread crotch.
"For you," Sam breathed.
Janet tied the other leg and then came back alongside
the bed. She leaned over, kissed Sam softly and
lovingly as she cupped the trussed woman's breast with
one hand. As their tongues gently moved against each
other, communicating their love, Janet's thumb grazed
Sam's nipple.
This had a three-fold effect. It made the already
stiff nub even harder. It caused Sam to intensify the
kiss. And it increased the wetness between Sam's legs.
Janet stood up and needlessly, teasingly said, "Don't
go anywhere." Then she ran her finger across the edges
of Sam's pussy, collecting some of her nectar. Sucking
on the finger, she said, "You are so sweet..."
Janet left the room but only for a moment. She came
back with two video recorders.
"Uh, Janet? What's going on?" Sam asked.
"I'm going to film us making love, Sam," Janet said.
"But, Janet..."
"You said you trust me. Well, do you?"
Sam had to nod but she was a little concerned. While
their relationship was now public, it wouldn't do for
their more intimate moments to be discovered by anyone
else.
As if sensing Sam's thoughts, Janet said, "Don't
worry. No one will ever know..." She set one on the
dresser to get a side view of the bed and the other on
the nightstand to get an oblique angle. "This way,
when you're offworld, I can still look at your
beautiful body wrapped in the throes of passion."
Sam cocked an eyebrow, "Oh, really?"
"Well..."
"Janet? You just want to have a dirty movie of us,
don't you?"
Janet nodded slowly while looking Sam in the eye,
"Yes. Of us. For us."
Sam smiled slyly, "Well, okay. It is kind of a
turn-on..."
After adjusting the small cameras, Janet knelt between
Sam's outspread legs. Smiling, she slid the right
strap of her nightie off her shoulder baring her
breast. She licked her fingers and began to toy with
her nipple.
"Oh God, Janet. Please, let me do that..." Sam tugged
on the bonds on her wrists.
"No, my love. I want you to watch. Don't worry though,
you'll get your chance to use that talented tongue of
yours," Janet purred as she slid her other hand into
her panties.
Janet knelt between Sam's legs and masturbated slowly.
She was as wet as Sam appeared to be. Using her wrist,
Janet pushed the panties down without missing a beat
with her fingers, exposing herself to Sam's hungry
gaze.
"Do you like it when I do this? Does it turn you on to
see me play with myself?"
"God, yes, Janet. You are so beautiful!"
"Do you know how much you turn me on, Sam? I'm this
excited because of you. I am so wet. See how wet I am,
Sam?" Janet held up her hand, fingers glistening with
her wetness.
Sam barely whispered, "Yes, so wet..."
Janet began to finger herself as Sam started to writhe
slowly on the bed. Sam's struggles caused her body to
become taut, the muscles standing out. Janet drank in
the lovely sight as she felt herself getting close to
orgasm. Very close.
As Janet threw back her head, eyes screwed shut, Sam
moaned along with her orgasm. Both women felt the heat
of sexual release, Janet more strongly than Sam.
Janet sat on her heels, panting. Sam looked at her and
said, "God, Janet. I think I just... Without even
being touched!"
Smiling at her bound lover, Janet leaned over and
quietly inhaled Sam's aroma. "Yes, I know that scent
well. You did, Sam."
"You gave it to me. You are so beautiful and sexy."
"And I'll do more, if you want." Janet smiled
wickedly, teasingly. She tossed her sodden panties
aside, keeping the transparent silk shift on. Her
exposed breast was pointing pertly at Sam.
"Oh God, do I want...!" Sam's voice was tinged with
desperation; she wanted this woman so much!
"Good." Janet then lowered her face and pressed her
mouth into Sam's crotch. Her tongue snaked out and
began to explore excitedly familiar territory. As she
pushed her tongue into the blonde's hot slit, Janet
thrilled to the taste of Sam.
Sam thrashed on the bed, but her movements were
severely hampered by the scarves holding her spread on
the mattress. She wanted to grab the back of Janet's
head and hold the woman to her until she exploded.
Every touch and swipe of Janet's tongue sent shivers
through Sam's body.
Janet began to lick the velvety heat inside her lover.
She knew every nerve ending within the blonde was on
fire. Her juices were flowing freely over Janet's
tongue and lips as the doctor essentially
french-kissed Sam's mound.
"Oh Janet, I'm so close! Please! Help me!"
Fingering herself again, Janet kept swabbing at Sam's
pussy. She moved her face slightly and pressed the tip
of her nose against Sam's clitoris. Janet then began
to shake her head, keeping her nose and mouth in
place, her dark hair fell loosely and brushed like the
finest silk against Sam's soft skin.
The pressure of the petite nose against her clit and
the insistent tongue inside of her brought Sam the
major release she was yearning for. Screaming her
pleasure, she arced her body off the mattress as wave
after wave of sexual pleasure burned through her.
When the woman collapsed under her, Janet slowly
pulled her face from between the splayed legs. Licking
her wet lips and smiling, she crawled up to lay on top
of the woman she loved.
Janet kissed Sam hard on the mouth, her tongue forcing
itself between Sam's lips. Sam's body heat was almost
burning Janet as they kissed. It was a sweet burn, one
Janet loved to feel.
As the kiss ended, Sam said, "Want you. Wanna taste
you."
Janet sat on Sam's body, her sex pressed wetly onto
Sam's flat stomach. "You shall, my love. I want you to
make love to me." Sam nodded eagerly. "But, I only
want your tongue to touch me. You shall remain tied
until you make me scream."
"God, Janet. It's not fair. I want to touch you. Feel
you..."
"You said you trusted me." Sam nodded again. "Good.
Just as I trust you. You will be wonderful."
Janet pulled out the pins holding the remainder of her
hair in place and shook her head. Dark locks fell
around her face down below her shoulders. Since she
and Sam first fell in love, she kept her hair long,
the way Sam liked it.
Still sitting on Sam's stomach, Janet leaned forward
and let her hair brush over Sam's breasts and taut
nipples. She moved her head slightly back and forth to
sweep the sensitive skin with her soft brown tresses.
When Sam began to moan with renewed need, Janet sat
back and smiled at her. "What do you want? Tell me,
Sam. What do you want?"
Sam answered simply, "You."
Janet slid her hips up Sam's torso and reached behind
to the prone woman's navel. Her finger felt the
wetness that had pooled there. "Sam, do you have any
idea how much you excite me? Let me show you..."
The doctor rose off her partner and moved up the bed.
She shifted one leg over and straddled Sam's face, her
crotch just out of reached.
Sam craned her neck, trying to reach Janet's
succulence but it was tantalizingly out of reach.
Janet looked down, smiled, and parted her labia with
one hand.
"See anything you like?" she asked teasingly.
"Yes, you. I want you... Please..."
Janet lowered herself onto Sam's face. She moaned when
she felt Sam's tongue begin to probe at her wet slit.
The insistent little organ was slithering around the
brunette's lower lips, slipping between to lap up the
tangy dew hidden there.
Sam strained at her bonds. She wanted to pull Janet
closer. She wanted to run her fingers along the tight
curves of her ass as she drank deep from Janet's well.
Strain as she would, the scarves held. Finally, Sam
gave up and concentrated on pleasuring her lover as
best she could.
Whipping her tongue rapidly around the wet, aroused
flesh, Sam was rewarded with a series of loud groans
from the woman above her. Noting that Janet's clitoris
was fully erect, Sam purposely avoided contact with
the hypersensitive organ. 'Not yet,' she promised
Janet silently.
Janet felt Sam's tongue gliding over her and into her.
It was fantastic! Waves of heat flowed through her
from that tongue. As self-control lessened, Janet
leaned forward and grabbed the brass headboard to hold
herself up. She looked down between her legs to see
Sam smiling up at her as she worked her magic.
Sensing Janet was close, Sam moved her mouth up
marginally to attack the hard little nub above the wet
hole she had just thoroughly enjoyed. She flicked the
very tip of her tongue across the very tip of Janet's
clit, smiling at the loud groan coming from her love.
Sam swiped around the base of the erect clit, then ran
her tongue around and across it. She looked up and saw
Janet fling her head back, her dark hair arcing like a
shampoo commercial. The brunette's nipples were as
hard as her clit and Sam could see goose bumps across
the exposed flesh. She continued to swab the little
organ.
Feeling sparks followed by a series of large electric
jolts in her crotch, Janet went over the edge with a
scream. Her whole body seemed to melt, the bones to
disintegrate as she climaxed. Limply, she fell to the
side and lay there shuddering and panting.
After several long moments, Janet collected herself
and leaned over to kiss Sam, tasting her essence on
Sam's lips and tongue. Then she untied the lovely
woman so she could cuddle with her beloved.
A few more orgasms later...
Janet's head rested on Sam's chest, the breast acting
as a wonderfully soft, warm pillow. She was running
her fingers through the damp, blond fur between Sam's
legs. Sam's hand was lightly caressing Janet's bare
back (her lingerie a victim of their lustcrazed
romping).
"So, how was your day?" Sam asked lightly.
Janet looked up at Sam's mischievous face.
"Fantastic!"
"Gee. I wonder why?"
Janet chose to ignore the wisecrack and simply said,
"I love you, Samantha Carter."
"And I you. With all my heart."
They kissed, a tender, loving kiss to punctuate their
deepest feelings.
 (c) John O'Conner
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