From: bevchoward@aol.com (BevCHoward)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.startrek
Subject: NEW STORY!!!! (Bev/Picard: NC-17) Pt 1
Date: 3 Apr 1995 19:26:58 -0400

Disclaimer:  All the characters belong to Paramount and those kind, beautiful people who own it.  The story (regardless of content) is mine.  Touch it and die.

WARNING:  This little baby is rated NC-17.  If you don't like graphic sex or the idea of it occurring between Bev and Picard, I suggest you look for your entertainment elsewhere.

(This scene occurs immediately after the book "Boogeymen," by Mel Gilden. It begins in place of the last scene.  Everything set off by *** is directly taken from the book.)

As always, comments, praise and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are welcomed by all.

Enjoy!!

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      When Picard's watch was over he went to his cabin and had his clothing slot stitch up Dixon Hill's brown double-breasted suit and fedora.  When he got to holodeck three, Picard said, "Computer, Dixon Hill scenario involving Rhonda Howe."

      Picard held his breath for a moment; then the computer twinkled and said, "Scenario ready."  The holodeck opened, showing Dixon Hill's office. Picard could smell the ancient decay of the run-down building and hear the noise
of internal combustion traffic.
***

      Taking a deep breath, he walked through the stenciled glass door in front of him.  The young woman at the desk glanced up briefly.

      "Hiya, Dix."

      "Hey, Effie.  Any calls?"

      The blond laughed, the tight curls on top of her head bouncing at the movement.  "Ya' actually still bother t' ask me that?  Same answer as always--nope."

      Picard grimaced slightly.  "Thanks, Effie.  I'll be in my office."

      The door creaked open before him and Jean-Luc surveyed the scene, as always, satisfied.  He walked behind the large, somewhat dusty desk and settled himself in the large brown chair, with its cracked leather upholstery. The chair groaned slightly in protest as Picard leaned back and propped his feet up on the desk.

      Suddenly, the door to his office swung open.  Picard's heart began to beat a little faster.  "Computer, freeze program."  The image before him stood stock still.  He forced himself to not look at the entire woman who stood before
him.  Instead, he looked her over slowly, bit by bit.  Picard studied the beautiful woman standing in his doorway--the slender straps on her emerald green pumps that accentuated her slim ankles, her smooth, well-formed calves, the way the green skirt (which he felt was entirely too long) fell over her thighs, the flare of her hips, her slender waist, her beautiful breasts...Picard froze as his eyes traveled further upward to study her face.

      It was not Rhonda Howe who now stood before him, it was Beverly Crusher.

      "Beverly?  What...?"

      She smiled softly.  "Hello, Jean-Luc," she said, her voice low and husky. Picard's heart leapt at the sound of it, as did another, much lower, part of his anatomy.  "I hope you don't mind.  ***I had the computer notify me if you asked for your Dixon Hill clothes.  After hearing about Rhonda Howe, I thought you might go back to that scenario when you had the time.***I thought this might be intriguing.  Computer, resume program."  The bustle of San Francisco returned as Beverly sat across from him.

      "So," Picard began, clearing his throat slightly, "what can I do for you, Ms..."

      "Howard.  Beverly Howard."

      "Alright, Ms. Howard, what seems to be the trouble?"

      "I being followed by some men, or at least I think I am.  I want to know who they are and why they're following me."

      "Start from the beginning and tell me everything."  As Beverly spoke, Picard found that he was having an extremely difficult time concentrating on her words.  He was too distracted by her presence.  At that moment, Picard couldn't remember a time when he had been more attracted to her than he was right then.  He was jolted back to attention by Beverly's question.

      "So, what do you think?"

      "Let's go for a drive in your car and see if someone in really following you."

      Beverly stood and smiled.  "Let's go."

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      They returned to the office a few hours later.  Beverly sat on his
desk, crossing her long, slender legs, as Picard leaned against the door
frame.
      "Well, Ms. Howard, it sure seems like you've got yourself a
case..."
      "What do you mean 'seems'?"
      He crossed the room and rested his hands on the desk, meeting her
gaze eye to eye.
      "To be perfectly honest, I'm not quite sure that I trust you, yet.
 You can hide a lot of things behind a pretty face."
      She smiled ever so slightly, her blue eyes darkening with emotions
that Picard couldn't quite identify.  She leaned in closer to him, and he
was suddenly aware of the intoxicating scent of her perfume.
      "Why Mr. Hill!  I'm hurt.  How can I get you to trust me?"
      A kind of force suddenly took control of him.  He wasn't even
aware of what he was doing until he felt his lips press against hers.  A
large part of him was genuinely shocked.  Certainly he'd dreamt of doing
this for a long time, but he'd never thought that he'd actually act on it.
 What surprised him even more was that Beverly was kissing him back.
      The kiss became more passionate and Beverly felt a familiar,
aching desire building up inside of her as she allowed his tongue to part
her lips and explore the depths of her mouth.  She slid her hands up over
his shoulders pulling him closer.
      Picard felt his hardness growing with each passing moment.  If he
had any willpower left, he firmly ignored it.  One of his hands drifted
down until it came to rest on her knee.  He massaged the area softly, his
hand slowly creeping higher.  His fingers slid up under the soft material
of her skirt, caressing her warm thigh.  He continued his ascent, reveling
in the feel of her...He practically jumped when he realized that the sheer
stockings ended half-way up her thigh and he was now directly touching her
velvety flesh.
      Beverly moaned as he caressed her skin, feeling the wetness
forming between her thighs.  She dug her fingers into his shoulders as he
nibbled on her earlobe, his hand drifting along her inner thigh, slowly
approaching the core of her desire.
      Suddenly, the door swung open and Effie walked in.  "Hey, Dix.
I..."  She dropped the manila folder she was holding when she saw what
"Dixon Hill" and his newest customer were doing on the desk.  Jean-Luc and
Beverly separated quickly.  "Well, well Mr. Hill.  I see you're givin'
this case your FULL attention.  I--"
      "Computer, end program."  Effie and the office faded from sight,
replaced by the grided walls of the holodeck.  Picard turned to look at
Beverly.  "I'm sorry about that."
      She smiled lightly.  "That's OK.  Don't worry about it."
      A thought entered Jean-Luc's mind, one that, normally, he wouldn't
have even dreamt of entertaining.  However, at that moment, he wasn't
thinking only with his mind.  "Beverly," he began softly, "would you care
to come back to my quarters for a while?"
      She smiled radiantly, her sapphire eyes burning with desire.  "I'd
love to."
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     They walked back in silence, always standing a little apart from each
other.  They didn't speak--What was there to say?--and they intently
avoided touching each other out of the irrational fear that, if they did,
they wouldn't be able to stop.
     When they finally reached his quarters, Picard pulled Beverly tightly
against him and their lips came together in another searingly passionate
kiss.  She quickly pushed his suspenders off of his shoulders and began to
undo the frustratingly small buttons of his shirt.  Beverly worked at it
fervently, then breathed a contented sigh as the last button came loose
and she was finally able to run her hands over his warm, firm chest.
Picard quickly undid the single large button that held Beverly's jacket
together.  Soon after it was joined on the floor by her skirt.
     Picard stepped back slightly and studied her.  He had always imagined
what she would look like, but even his most vivid fantasies hadn't been
able to do her justice.  The sheer stockings ran up over her perfectly
sculpted legs--a dancer's legs--held in place by slim elastic straps.  She
was wearing a white satin camisole, adorned by a small green bow.  He felt
his desire grow when he noticed that the thin fabric molded to her stiff
nipples.
     He took Beverly back into her arms, pressing her up against the wall.
 As he kissed her deeply, his hand brushed up along her thigh until coming
to rest on her mound.  He smiled at the discovery that she had already
soaked through her thin, white lace panties.  Jean-Luc trailed soft, light
kisses down her throat and across her flat stomach while his hands quickly
slipped her panties down over her thighs and off.  He carefully spread her
legs, placing soft kisses on the inside of each thigh.  His fingers
brushed lightly over the triangle of short, coppery curls.  Beverly gasped
as his lips finally made contact with her.
     Picard flicked his tongue out, testing her, tasting her.  The heady
scent of Beverly's arousal was intoxicating.  He quickly located her clit
and rubbed his searching tongue against it.  Beverly bit her lip to keep
from crying out.  No man had been able to do this so well to her before.
Picard slowly increased the intensity of his caresses, teasing her
pleasure point with his fingers while darting his tongue in and out of her
playfully.
     She moaned her voice hoarse with desire.  "Jean-Luc, please..."
     He felt her thighs tense, her body quiver, and he quickly pulled
away.  He didn't want her to cum, not yet.  Picard stood up, sweeping
Beverly into his arms.  He carried her into the next room and laid her
gently on his bed.  Standing about a foot away, he quickly shed the rest
of his clothes. Beverly's eyes widened at the sight of him--he was longer
than she had imagined, a good eight or nine inches.  She smiled and
shuddered with pleasure at the thought of him inside of her.
     Reaching out, she curled her fingers around his throbbing shaft and
drew him nearer to the bed.  His eyes fluttered shut as she stroked him
softly, her long, slender fingers tracing intricate patterns on his skin.
He quivered slightly and Beverly's efforts were rewarded by the small,
white pearl of precum that appeared on his tip.  She smiled and removed it
with a flick of her tongue.  He groaned softly as she took his head
between her warm lips.  She ran her tongue over him and slowly, inch by
inch, she took more of his hard cock into her mouth.
     Picard tangled his fingers in her thick red hair.  It had been a very
long time since a woman had done this to him and the few who had had been
nowhere as good at it.  Just as he began to lose himself to the pleasure
she suddenly pulled away.  Before he could even think to protest, she
straightened and kissed him hard on the mouth, their tongues dancing
passionately.  Jean-Luc reached down and they separated only long enough
for him to pull Beverly's camisole over her head.
     He kissed her neck softly as his hands traveled up along her sides to
cup her perfect breasts.  He flicked his thumbs across her stiff nipples,
feeling her shudder against him.  Picard lowered his head, taking one of
the hard points between his lips.  He slid his tongue along them, first
one, then the other.
     Finally, Beverly couldn't take it anymore.  "Jean-Luc," she
whispered, "Please...I need you..."
     He quickly lowered her back against the pillows and placed himself at
her entrance.  For a moment Beverly was nervous--he was so big, she wasn't
sure if she could take him all in.  But she was so wet that he easily
slipped in to the hilt.  Picard moved carefully at first, stroking in and
out slowly, gently.  Gradually, he picked up speed and intensity until he
was plunging into her as hard and fast as he possibly could.  While he was
still inside of her, Beverly rolled him over so that she was on top,
straddling his thighs.  He gripped her hips, grinding her roughly against
him, until they reached a perfect rhythm.  As she moved above him,
Jean-Luc allowed his hands to drift upward to fondle her lucious breasts.
She moaned when he tweaked her aching nipples.  While he toyed with one of
her breasts, his other hand moved between them and roughly rubbed
Beverly's swollen clit.
      His attentions to her most sensitive spot were enough to drive the
red head over the edge.  She cried out above him as she was swept away by
the shock waves of her intense orgasm.  She came hard, wave after wave of
her juices flowing down Jean-Luc's shaft.  A few more powerful thrusts and
Jean-Luc climaxed as well, his body arching to meet hers.  Exhausted, they
collapsed into each other's arms.

     In the still of ship's night, Beverly and Jean-Luc lay curled
together in the captain's bed, warm and content in each other's embrace.
For the first time in many months, they both slept with smiles hovering on
their lips as they happily dreamed of each other.