A little over twenty years after I arrived on the doorstep of my father’s home back on earth where to my utter dismay. I discovered all of my personal possessions unceremoniously dumped onto the front porch and all of the doors locked. The only logical conclusion that I was able to arrive at with the information available. Was that my own father had either allowed or outright colluded with my stepmother in kicking me of the only home that I had ever known.
With no where else to go I moved in with a friend for the last few months of the course of study that I was pursuing at the local junior college. After which I joined Star Fleet Command and forever fled the planet of my birth. Without ever once stepping back onto the soil of good ole mother earth unless I was ordered to do so by my commanding officer at that given moment in my life.
Nor did I ever attempt to say good-bye to any of my family members or contact them. Especially my father who after his marriage to my stepmother had always insisted on believing her malicious and insidious lies about me. So that I knew that it would do absolutely no good and perhaps more harm in the long run. To either confront my father or stick around in the vain and misguided hope that one day he would see through his wife’s lies. The knowledge of which would allow us to rekindle our relationship like a candle that has been relit after being blown out by the restless wind.
Eventually as fate would have it I was stationed for several years on one of the more famous starships of the line. A starship whose primary focus and first mission was exploration but which also doubled as one of the more powerful warships. That Star Fleet Command had in it’s arsenal; though her phaser’s and compliments of photon torpedoes were meant to be defensive in nature. And not has some have always claimed as a show of force nor intended to ever be used as a passive aggressive tool of peaceful conquest.
It was during my time there on board as a bridge officer that I met (at least to me if not anyone else) the most beautiful creature to have sailed between the tiny pinpoints of light called stars. A raven haired and curvaceous goddess with a lithesome and hourglass figure. Whose ripe curves virtually called out to me each and every time that I had to privilege of being in the warmth of her presence. Of course I was well aware of the reality that I didn’t and never would have a shot of ever docking with the ships counselor between the sheets of either mine of her bed.
So I did the best to keep my intense attraction for her out of sight by acting in a professional manor towards her at all times. Over the years that she and I served together on board the galaxy class starship. She generously and unselfishly helped me to put my life in perspective as well as to get over the trauma. Of being thrust out on my own by my stepmother before I was ready to leave the safety and security of the nest.
Reaching down inside of me during our many counseling sessions the raven haired goddess helped to bring out the inner writer in me. So that before I was transferred to my next duty station, a few years later, I was already an accomplished poet and novelist with several books to my credit. Even though I never did quite become comfortable where the opposite sex (girls) were concerned especially in interpersonal relationships. Enough to let me to ever trust any other female; except for the ships counselor of course. To ever risk lowering my personal shields that I had erected around my heart having decided to avoid both dating. As well as the dream destroyer known as marriage choosing instead to focus on my career as a Star Fleet Officer and a semiprofessional writer.
Once and only once did I ever receive the quite unexpected gift of my impossible dream coming true if only for an evening. It was right after the battle of Riesa; the pleasure planet where many Star Fleet Officers like to take their extended shore leave whenever possible. A battle that was so intense, especially in terms of the loss of life that occurred there, as well as emotionally draining that the aftermath. Left nearly everyone numb for several days afterwards and indeed some of those who participated and even managed to survive never really fully recovered.
To this day I have never figured out why the lovely ships counselor turned to me for comfort that evening all those long years ago. When I was standing alone within the officer’s lounge known as Ten Forward in front of the window watching the stars pass silently by into eternity.
All of sudden as if she’d materialized out of thin air the raven haired, curvaceous and extremely sexy goddess appeared beside me. Dressed in one of her many revealing sleeping gowns instead of wearing one of her uniforms. Out of the corner of my eye I could clearly seen the shape of her ripe breasts and the circles of her nipples poking through the nearly transparent fabric.
Just as I’d always tried my best to always treat the ships counselor with the respect due to her position. I resisted, even thought it was fairly difficult at best, the urge to turn my head and gaze upon the near naked curves of her body. Even though I longed to take the raven haired goddesses into my arms and carry her off to my cabin where I could bed her at my leisure.
Instead the ships counselor took me by surprise when she reached up and took me by the hand and forced me to gaze down into her eyes. “Come with me.” she whispered gently and so seductively that I allowed the raven haired goddess to lead me out of Ten Forward.
Quite willingly escorting the raven haired goddess to her nearby quarters where after slipping off her gown. She slowly undressed me as well then led me over to her bed where beneath the sheets we made love throughout the remainder of the evening.
Afterwards when all of the sexual tension had been drained out of our bodies. The raven haired and curvaceous goddess and I fell asleep in each other arm clinging to each other. Where we found ourselves the next morning when we opened our eyes to greet the new day. For a long moment we lay there gazing into each others eyes and then made love one more time. Only this time without the previous evenings animalistic frenzy as we both took our time pleasuring the other.
A few days later when our duties brought us together once again everything seemed to be back to normal between us. And even though we remained good friends throughout the rest of the voyage not once did we ever discus the intimacy we shared that night. Nor did the opportunity for me to bed the raven haired goddess ever present itself to me again and I knew better to make a fool of myself by pursuing her.
It was until I opened the parting gift that the ships counselor gave to me after I’d arrived at my new assigned duty station. That I received a glimpse of her true feelings for me when I discovered a holosuite program. That the raven haired goddess had programed herself especially for me to remember her by. Which turned out to be an interactive program that allowed me to make love, whenever I wanted to do so, to the most beautiful woman who ever sailed between the stars.
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