From skbtf@mediaone.net Thu Jul 16 14:05:08 1998 Path: news2.ispnews.com!hub1.ispnews.com!news11.ispnews.com!news1.ispnews.com!nntp.abs.net!news-nyc.telia.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!207.217.77.43!newsfeed1.earthlink.net!nntp.earthlink.net!alexas From: Reesa Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Subject: NEW: The Christening (P/Q TSU) [NC-17] Date: Thu, 16 Jul 1998 14:05:08 -0700 Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Lines: 228 Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Host: pool008-max1.ds9-ca-us.dialup.earthlink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.4.0 Xref: news2.ispnews.com alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:9390 Subject: NEW: The Christening (P/Q TSU) [NC-17] Date: Thu, 16 Jul 1998 00:03:19 -0400 From: Reesa To: ASCEM Title: The Christening Author: Reesa Series: TSU Part: NEW 1/1 Rating: [NC-17] Codes: P/Q Summary: The author has a new office on the campus of TSU. Gee, I wonder what Q and Picard will give her as a housewarming gift? Earplugs would have been nice. Anything that appears in this story that looks, smells, tastes, or feels like it comes from Star Trek belongs to Paramount. Me, I own this story and a fan that is doing nothing to give me some comfort from the heat. I'd trade Paramount, but I know you're based in Los Angeles, California where only air conditioning can give relief. Maybe next time. Okay two people get the blame, I mean, credit for this story. First, Ruth. Consider this an early birthday present because as soon as you mentioned Q, Picard, and a university setting, I had to put aside what I was working on to start to write that story. Thankfully, that story is not the story listed below. That one, which will be along eventually, is much more serious in tone. Unfortunately, the image below just kept popping up, and I couldn't shake it. I would have eventually if it weren't for the second person. Yep, this one is also shared by Ellen Lewis. Ellen not only asked for one of my P/Q stories, but when she went to my web page (http://people.ne.mediaone.net/skbtf/index.htm), she actually read my early TSU and sent some very lovely feedback. This is my kind of TrekSmutter!! She also mentioned that I should write another TSU. Hey, you send feedback and chances are you'll get your wish. So to you two, I give my thanks for the inspiration for this story. Enjoy. One note. There is kinda a reference to a previous TSU, "The Day After." It isn't necessary to have read it to understand this story. Trust me, it's a very small reference. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Christening ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ah, another visit to the illustrious hall of TSU. Let's see what's new, shall we? Hmmm. A debate about Cardassian anatomy has started over in the TSU Cafe and Bookstore. Jen has turned into an evangelical minister and is holding a TrekSmut revival meeting on the quad. Robin and Ann are still in the Re-Education Center. President Gifford is in her office reminding certain faculty members why she carries a big whip. Well, nothing new there. Maybe we should just leave and go visit the Xenaversity... Wait!! Over there in the TNG Building. Isn't that Reesa, Professor Masse's assistant? What is she doing sitting on that balcony overlooking the campus? Why isn't she over in the G/B department? Was she fired? Did she finally get tired of cleaning up after Sophie? Or could she just be lost? Let's move closer and find out. As we approach, we see Reesa is lounging on a deck chair dressed in her black softball uniform, laptop perched on the arm, and a cooler of beer is beside her. As we get closer, it appears that something must be wrong. Reesa has her hands up to her ears and is singing in an attempt to block out the noises coming from inside her office. How odd. Even for TSU. Let's take a peek inside the french doors and investigate those noises. Whoa, momma!! Well it's obvious now why Reesa's out on the balcony. It seems the good Regent of TSU and his "assistant" have decided to break in her office office. Christen it if you will. The office is obviously in the state of being settled in to. Boxes are everywhere. Some pictures are hung on the wall, others are resting on the floor. Stacks of books are scattered about. Near the center of the office, seated behind a large mahogany desk in an overstuff leather chair sits our beloved Regent. Q is dressed in a tweed jacket with leather patches at the elbow, a button-down shirt, and a brown tie. What about his pants, you ask? Well, since they're bunched around his ankles and Picard is kneeling in front of him, it's kinda hard to tell. Picard, on the other hand, is does have clothes on below, and above, the waist. He's wearing a navy school uniform, the kind with that has a crest on the jacket. You know, the ones with the short pants. Oh, and he also has that cute little beanie on his head. Amazing that it even stays on since right now Picard is giving Q one hell of a blowjob. His mouth is completely wrapped around the head of Q's cock. His tongue is tracing circles around and around, occasionally sliding up and down the slit, causing Q to shudder and moan. Removing his mouth from the head elicits a moan of protest from Q. That moan is quickly turned into a moan of pleasure and Picard moves his lips down to his balls. Slowly, he laves first one and then the other. Gently moving back and forth between the two, until with a look of devilishness on his face, Picard carefully scrapes his teeth over the surface of the right globe. The scream of pleasure is barely over before we hear the increase in the volume of the singing coming from the balcony. With a gasp, Q manages to get out, "Feeling playful, are we, my pupil?" "Just trying to make it a memorable experience" there is a pause before Picard finishes, "sir." "All times with me are memorable, Johnny. Now, I suggest you get back to work, and perhaps later I'll give you an encounter to remember." The last part is definitely a promise, and Picard always a slave to duty, hurries to comply. Running his tongue up and down the length of Q, Picard tastes the flavor of his lover. Over and over, he works a thin coat all over the shaft. Then, drawing his head back slightly, he purses his lips and blows a stream of air over the quivering penis. Moving his head around, he repeats the process to every section. By the time Picard is finished, no part body part of Q isn't quivering and his moaning is almost continuous. Deciding to end this torment, Picard lower his head over the entire shaft and taking in as much of Q as he can. He begins a rhythm, slowly at first, but with the urging of Q's hands that now grip the side of his head, he begins to pick up speed. As he does, he tries to take Q further and further down his throat, trying to swallow as much of his master as possible. The feel of Picard's throat convulsing is too much for Q. Pulling back until just he tip of him remains in Picard's mouth, Q climaxes. The shout that accompanies it is loud enough to send Reesa tumbling out of her lounge chair. Picard, unfazed by the noise above, drinks in the very essence of Q, savoring every drop. After carefully cleaning and tidying Q up, Picard rises from the floor. Glancing first over toward the french doors, from behind which the singing has resumed, and then over to Q, Picard asks, "Should I let her back in now," once again there is just a hint of a pause before he continues, "sir?" With a smirk on his face, Q replies, "Maybe I should just leave her out there." At that moment, Reesa, who's now singing "The Star-Spangled Banner" hits that rather unfortunate note, you know, the one no one really can hit, causing both Q and Picard to wince. "On second thought, get her in here before she launches into "The Battle Hymn Republic." Reesa still sitting on the floor of her balcony is just about to start the above mentioned song, when she notices the door opening. Slowly lowering her hands, she listens. Then hearing no sounds except the cries of "Amen" and "Hallelujah" from Jen's revival meeting, she cautiously gets to her feet and peeks into her new office. Still seated at her desk, but now dressed in his typical Starfleet captain's uniform, is Q. Jean-Luc, similarly dressed, is perusing her half-filled bookshelf. His quiet tisking give you a very good idea that he does not approve of her reading material. "Is it over? Are you finished..." Reesa searches and fails to find the right words. She settles for, "desecrating my office?" "Now is that anyway to talk about our housewarming gift? Really, Reesa, it's so unlike you to be so ungracious. You accepted my previous gift with a great deal of thanks. In fact, didn't you use that gift to "persuaded" President Gifford to give you this office?" Reesa, ignoring the last bit, shifts a little uncomfortably under that steady gaze. "That negative was a visual gift. I can do visual. After all, that's how I write. Hearing, Q, it is an entirely different story. That's just ookie." Turning to Picard, Q wonders to him, "She can write you doing the wild thing with Crusher and still keep her dinner down. She can begin to plot out *me* with Crusher and not have to pay homage to the porcelain god. But she can't managed the perfect sound of you and I mating. There is something seriously wrong with this girl." Ever the diplomat, Picard tries to smooth the omnipotent one's feathers. "She's just a little distracted right now. After all, there are only two more games in the regular season, and she still doesn't have a hit." This statement appeases Q, who takes great joy in her continued lack of success. He's not real fond of anything that keeps her from writing what he wants, when he wants it. Picard now turns his attention to Reesa. Not looking too happy about the reminder of her hitting record, Picard decides to cheer her up, "Besides, I'm sure that once the season is over, you'll be glad to help her out on the reverse P/Q story, the one where I'm the omnipotent one and you're the captain of the Enterprise." At the sight of the smile of anticipation on Reesa's face, he knows his work here is done. "Q, perhaps it's time we moved on. We should leave Reesa to her unpacking, and I believe we have unfinished business." The smile he gives Q is enough to make you break out in a cold sweat. Giving Picard a look hot enough to melt ice, Q purrs, "How right you are, Mon Capitaine. I think a visit to the President's office would do us both a world of good." Then with a flash, they're gone. Reesa starts to sink with relief into her desk chair, then stops. Standing upright, she turns around to look at it. "I wonder how long it will take to requisition a new chair?" -- Something to ponder... 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