Personal log: Ensign Linda Trask
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After Amanda left, I decided to get some sleep. It was late when I had my little episode at the doctor's anyways. It was quite late by the time we made it back to my quarters. I was tempted to offer Amanda to stay the night, but she needed to make a few checks with the navigation systems before she could call it a night. I was amazed at how much responsibility Lieutenant Brandt had been able to undertake after her promotion. She had been an ensign before the virus and was training me on proper procedure since I had just come out of the cadets at the time.
Anyways, I had called it a night after a quick sonic shower and donning of my nightgown. I contemplated sleeping the buff, but I just couldn't get myself to do it, even after all that had happened. I guess some habits die harder than most.
The reason I mention this is that when I woke up, I noticed that I was no longer wearing my nightgown. I figured I must have discarded it during my sleep, especially with all the sexual activity going on in my life recently. It wouldn't have been so far fetched to think I had just woken up from a wet dream. Besides, not only was I naked, my pussy felt warm and moist. It wasn't until a moment later that I realized that the moisture was coming from someone breathing under the covers. No, not breathing... a second later, there was a mouth on my pussy. I froze from the shock. Someone was eating me out in my sleep... I didn't know if it was real or not so I laid there and took it. I tried to pretend that I was still asleep as I secretly urged whoever it was to keep going. I even let out a "Mmmm...." of encouragement.
The stranger took that as a sign of approval and worked her tongue around my orifice, taking momentary breaks to catch her breath. When she reentered my body, I couldn't help but tense up as an orgasm surged through me. I pulled back the covers to reveal who had brought such a wonderful gift.
It was LaSalle kneeled at the end of my bed. She had taken the liberty of stripping so I could see her small but round b-cup breasts in the darkness. Jennifer LaSalle was a brunette, like myself, but she was more petite to my medium size. She and I often hung out together even though she was an engineer and I worked navigation. "I couldn't help it..." she explained. "When I saw you... well... you were just hot... and when I saw you with another girl..."
"You thought I would be willing to be with any girl?" I asked.
"Well, I thought you'd be just more willing," she continued, "I mean, c'mon, we all know how much of a prude you are... it was a shock just seeing you naked... in the HALLWAY! C'mon, what girl wouldn't get hot and bothered over that?"
My only response to that was a quick grin and a tiger-like pounce onto her naked body. |