Ensign Andrew Jamison's first away mission had been equal parts boring and torture. In the three months since Enterprise had left dock to explore strange new worlds, he has been left... unrelieved. An awkward new officer whose charm worked better in large groups than in solo encounters, he struggled to engage in the comradery that other crewmembers partook in.
To put it a different way, Ensign Jamison hadn't been laid in months, and his bunkmate, the always-there Ensign Hawthorne, did not allow a safe space for self-care. The communal showers for junior officers also proved inhibitive.
So, while the xenobiologist was happy, at first, to be selected to join the shuttlepod crew to scout an M-Class world circling the Lorem gas giant. He had mixed feelings, though, after learning that Subcommander T'Pol would be supervising the mission.
T'Pol was the sexiest person the ensign had ever seen in real life. He knew that others were thrown by her stoic, seemingly humorless disposition, but he found her dry wit alluring. In recent weeks, as his sexual frustration peaked, he had done an increasingly bad job of checking out her body when she wasn't looking.
Her body was so firm, yet contained enough curves to get lost in. Her ass, plump, yet with no unneeded weight to it, jiggled almost imperceivably when she walked. Her boobs, supported and pressed together by her skintight uniform tunic, were magnificent, even if he never saw an inch of their skin.
Yet, she was also his boss, and he knew thoughts like that were unprofessional and unbecoming of a Starfleet officer.
Still, Andy really needed to get laid.
All of this raced through the ensign's mind, unfortunately so, as T'Pol and himself stood in the decon chamber, wrapped in nothing but towels, hair still damp from their separate showers, listening to Doctor Phlox's voice from the overhead speaker.
"The spores appear to be subtly altering brain patterns. You may feel a lack of inhibition and sensations may be heightened. These side effects should discontinue once the spores leave your system, though. To make sure the spores don't reach the rest of the crew, I'm ordering a full decontamination sequence."
"If it's a prophylactic response," Ensign Jamison said. "Why do we need the full decontamination sequence?"
"The spores did not respond to our standard treatment. In fact, they grew in number."
"So, it's the kitchen sink approach?"
"I'm not sure I'm aware of that idiom, Ensign."
Andy glanced at T'Pol, the only other member of the away team that had been tagged by the spores.
"I am unaware of it as well, Ensign," T'Pol said.
"Oh," Andy said. "It means we're not sure what will work, so we're going to try everything."
"I still don't quite understand the etymology, but, yes, Ensign, it's the kitchen sink approach," Doctor Phlox said. "I've sent the protein sequence for the anti-fungal gel to the replicators."
T'Pol walked over to the replicators and punched in a code. a large, clear canister swirled into existence. Inside, it contained a clear gel.
"You'll need to rub the gel on each other," Doctor Phlox intoned. "Our current working theory is that touching yourself is somehow causing spore growth. In reviewing scrubbing patterns from your shower, that's the only commonality I could find."
"But we're okay to touch each other?" T'Pol asked. The question caused an anticipatory chill to run down Andy's spine.
"Yes," Doctor Phlox said. "When you handed the Ensign his towel prior to the decon shower, your hands touched. However, scans indicated no spore growth in that area."
Finishing the conversation, T'Pol acknowledged the insights, then switched off the comm panel.
"Would you prefer to receive the anti-fungal treatment first?" Asked T'Pol, turning to face Andy. Her boobs pressed against her body, held by the tightly tied towel.
Andy did his best to focus on the literal words of the sentence at not the underlying meaning. His crush and his boss did not just ask if she, while naked, should rub gel onto Andy, while he was also naked. No, she was asking a question about a completely routine medical procedure to ensure the safety of the ship and its crew.
"Sure," Andy said, completely unsure if it was better for him or her to go first.
T'Pol took off her towel. It took a second for Andy to recognize what happened, but he quickly scanned her body.
Her skin was tan, toned, and firm. Her stomach did not carry an ounce of extra weight, but her boobs swayed slightly with her movement. Her areolas were the size of quarters on her perfectly round tits.
She had no pubic hair, which surprised Andy, but her mound was eerily symmetrical. Her legs were thin, but powerful. Her thighs supported her body perfectly, and her calves were smooth as silk.
T'Pol turned to the replicator and picked up the canister. She unscrewed the top, placing it back on the replicator shelf. As she used her finger tips to scoop out a healthy dollop of gel, she looked up at still-towel-clad Andy.
"Ensign," said T'Pol. "Please remove your towel."
"Ah," Andy said. "I... uhh..."
"Nudity may still be considered a taboo on Earth, but Vulcans are very comfortable with the nude form," T'Pol said.
"I can see that," said Andy. He was using all of his energy to keeps his eyes glued to hers. Luckily, the concentration involved kept his cock soft. For now.
"Are you concerned about embarrassment?" T'Pol asked. "I have seen many human males naked, through biology courses, art classes, and my own research. You have no reason to be embarrassed."
"I'm not embarrassed about being naked," Andy said. "I'm embarrassed that I may have an inappropriate biological reaction."
"You mean an erection?" T'Pol said, rubbing her hands together to lather the gel. "Ensign, there is no need to be anxious. I am a scientist and you are a biologist. We are both aware of normal physiological responses to touch and should feel no embarrassment at any autonomic reaction."
"I know, Subcommander," he said. "But all things considered, I'd still prefer not to get an erection in front of my boss."
"Then do not think of me as your boss. Call me T'Pol."
"I don't know if that's going to work, Subc-" noticing T'Pol's raised eyebrow, Ensign Jamison altered course. "T'Pol, I mean."
"Then I will engage in you in conversation to distract you while I rub decontamination gel on your body."
"Okay," Andy said, somewhat giving up. "I appreciate your attempts to accommodate me."
Andy took off his towel. He was soft, as T'Pol had done a decent job of keeping things clinical, but he knew that any slight change in the atmosphere. T'Pol's eyes stayed focus on his, her demeanor professional.
T'Pol stepped towards Andy. Each step caused her body to slightly jiggle. Somehow her body was both firm and slinky.
"Tell me about your parents, Jack and Clint. Are they both still teaching?" T'Pol said as she began applying the gel to Andy's ears, temple, and forehead.
"What? How do you know my parents'?"
"I read your biographical file."
"When? Today?"
