Episode 1 - Crusher's Mistaken Memories
This story is based on the series Star Trek: The Next Generation and is set during the start of series 4 on the Starship Enterprise NCC 1701-D. This is my first story so any comments on anything from grammar to ST authenticity are welcomed. It does contain a little incest too, just in case that puts you off! Everyone is always 18 and over.
Also please note this has been re-edited from a couple of years ago and now submitted into chapters.
"Beverly that dinner was delightful!"
"Thank you Jean-Luc, may I interest you in desert...?"
Her words hung in the air. Captain Jean-Luc Picard picked up the remains of his wine and blushed slightly. He had known Chief Medical Officer Dr Beverly Crusher for many years now, having set her up with her husband Jack, who died serving Starfleet just over 15 years previously. There had always been chemistry between them but apart from the odd drunken kiss he had never acted upon it. He knew Beverly would jump at the chance to do more but he didn't believe it was appropriate for a Starfleet Captain to fraternise with their crew.
He looked at Beverly as he finished his wine. She was in her casual clothes, black tight leggings and a long top with a cowl neck that seemed to come down her front and rest just so it showed her voluptuous cleavage but nothing more, although as she drunk her wine she would often lean forward and he could see the start of where her breasts began. Part of him wanted to kiss her so much, to get his hands on her bare breasts, to run his fingers over her far-too-tight leggings and to tease that pussy that he'd often lay awake and relieved himself thinking about.
However those fleeting erotic thoughts left him and he made his excuses. He would need to be on the bridge in 6 hours and had reports coming out of his ears, the usual stuff.
Once Jean-Luc had left, Beverly sat back and sighed. It had been far too long since she'd had someone to please her. Someone to kiss her. Someone to fuck her. The closest thing to interest from a man she'd had was her son Wesley 'accidentally' walking in the bathroom while she was in the shower or 'accidentally' catching her while she was undressing. That happened a lot less now he had separate quarters next door with an inter-connecting door that had to be unlocked from both sides.
She quickly put the dishes in the waste reclimator, turned off the lights and took the remaining half glass of wine she had left to bed. She slipped off her leggings and top. She knew it had been naughty to wear no underwear and that she could tease Jean-Luc with her tits hanging in her top and her pussy lips pressed against the front of her leggings, although the only thing this seemed to do was tease herself. She looked at herself naked in the mirror. She knew she was in great shape. She was 45 and a mum-of-one but thanks to a lot of yoga with Deanna Troi, 24th century moisturisers and a couple of hypo sprays every year to tighten the skin above her 34dd breasts, her body remained firm and her breasts held up gloriously if she thought so herself. Smooth all over except a small amount of red hair trimmed above her pussy, she wondered what else she could do. She certainly noticed Jean-Luc's eyes drawn to them, albeit briefly, and she knew her 18 year old son next door would gladly put off his studies for a quick look.
Wesley was probably asleep now anyway. It was late. Beverly hadn't been sleeping that well, a mixture of work and too many mixed-up thoughts flying around her head. How could she get the Captain to just give in and fuck her? Did she still feel guilty about her feelings for her dead-husband's friend? What would she do about Wesley if he kept trying to sneek looks at his mother's body?
Beverly tried to clear her head as she finished the last dregs of her wine and lay nude underneath the silk sheet in her bed. She tried to sleep but her mind kept wandering, as did her fingers. She ran the tips of the fingers of her left hand over her breasts, tracing circles over them, then moving them to tease her nipples, pinching them one after the other. Her right hand went further down her body and soon found her wet pussy. She quickly slid a finger inside and then slowly removed it. She then placed the finger in her mouth. She had always loved the taste, although apart from a spell back at Starfleet Academy and one night on the holodeck with Jack a year after they married, she hadn't tasted any other women but she did enjoy the taste of herself.
She thought back to the holodeck that night 19yrs ago. She had been the one to suggest the programme, an Asian inspired bar back on Earth with a sensual Thai 20yr old behind the bar. They ate at a table for 2 in the corner of the bar and drank as the holographic patrons came and went. Beverly and Jack kissed more and more passionately, and the last patrons left the attractive holographic bar person came over to them.
She had flowing black hair that came down around her 30c small and nubile breasts that were obvious in the red tight Thai-style dress she was wearing with ornate gold patterns. It went around her neck, coming down to cling against her small tits at the top and the bottom came down just above the mid-point of her supple thighs. Her legs perfectly smooth and bare, leading to equally bare feet. She had big sensual brown eyes that lit up as she smiled and just a light amount of make up on her pretty face.
"Can I help you two at all?"
She lifted the bottom of her fitted dress slightly, so it must have been just below her small but perfect bottom and the point where those supple thighs met and led to a place where any man or woman would want to explore.
"What do you think, Jack?"
"Bev, do you mean it? Are you sure it's not just the wine talking?"
"Well I was the one who set the programme up, Happy Anniversary darling."
26 yr old Beverly Crusher stood up. She was wearing a sexy slightly loose black dress with thin black straps that hung down around the mid-point of her thighs and with a top line just above her breasts and went down in-between them, giving a dramatic cleavage. She had her favourite black strappy heels on and this was coupled with black stockings that Jack knew would be connected to suspenders underneath that sexy dress.
