Dirty Forbidden Collection

by Amira Bradford

  It was relaxing, having her leaning on me, and soon I had fallen asleep as well. I woke up when I felt someone gently shaking my shoulder.

  "Dr. Greene? Dr. Greene, we're here..." I groggily sat up and rubbed my forehead. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you, I didn't mean to, it's that medication, making me drowsy..."

  "It's completely alright Isabella, relax...no harm done," I managed to smile at her. In fact, I had quite enjoyed it...

  By the time we checked into the hotel it was already far past dinner time and both of us were starving. Unsure of the city and what would be open at 10:30 PM, we decided to just order room service.

  The hotel room had one queen size bed, and Isabella and I sat on the edge of it eating chicken fingers off of the room service cart. They were pretty mediocre, but we were starving.

  After ten minutes of frenzied eating, we collapsed backwards onto the bed in exhaustion.

  "That was delicious." Isabella sighed.

  "No, that was nasty. But anything is delicious when you're starving," I turned to her and laughed, but stopped when our eyes met. I had never seen her this close up before, and her beauty was almost too much to handle. When her dark green eyes met my light brown ones, I had to turn away.

  "Is something wrong, Professor?" Isabella asked. She was so unaware of how I felt. If she knew the situations I had pictured her in, if she knew what horrible things I had imagined myself doing to her body, I knew she would feel disgusted. I tried not to let on.

  "No, Isabella. I'm just tired is all. And I just realized I forgot to check in with Carl when we arrived at the hotel."

  "Carl? Your husband?"

  "Yes, he likes to make sure I'm okay," I turned to face her again, bracing myself. "He's a very caring man." I stated it mostly for myself, trying to remind me of what I had at home.

  "I hope someday I can find someone like that," Isabella said longingly, staring into my eyes. I looked back at her, searching for something behind the stare, searching for something more.

  "I thought you and Neil had something going on."

  She laughed quietly, and the sound made my heart flutter. I was simultaneously very aroused and very nervous as I lay there next to her, and I hoped with all my heart that she couldn't tell.

  "No...he's...he's nice, but he's not really my type. It's so hard to find someone."

  "It can't be that hard, for a beautiful and intelligent girl like yourself," I smiled warmly. In a sense, I admired her greatly, even though I was her elder. Her gaze seemed to bore into me, penetrating deep down to my core. I had to look away. I looked down at her body, sprawled out on the bed. She was so perfect. Her long legs, crossing slightly, seemed to go on forever. I could see a hint of cleavage out of her tank top, and it seemed to beckon me. I would have given anything to touch her at that very moment.

  "It's so much harder than you would think," it was almost a whisper, and I knew she had seen my eyes scanning her body. I looked up at her with guilt. I felt like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar; but my arousal was on the brink of being unbearable.

  "Professor," Isabella began.

  "Lisa. Please call me Lisa, how many times do I have to tell you?" I said quietly but playfully. I felt so nervous and anxious, like I knew something big was about to happen.

  "Lisa..." Isabella smiled and looked down, breaking our eye contact. "This is going to sound...well, I don't know. But I've been wondering about it for a while and...I just have to know. I don't think I'm going crazy, but I could be making this all up. I..."

  "Isabella please," I smiled at her, taking a small comfort in the fact that she was also nervous about something. "You can say anything to me."

  "Do you....oh, never mind, never mind, I'm crazy." She blushed profusely and looked so adorable and childlike at that moment that I felt compelled to reach out and cup her cheek. Her skin was like silk. I instantly felt embarrassed at my actions, and I let my fingers slowly slide off of her, caressing her. But it was too much. I had felt her hot flesh against mine, and my mind wasn't thinking clearly anymore. I cupped her cheek again and leaned in to press her lips against mine. I was on fire. It was heaven, kissing her, and instinctively I pulled my body in to meet hers.

  Our breasts pushed together and I moaned into her mouth. I felt an intense rush of blood downwards, and I knew I couldn't stop if I tried. I realized that she was kissing me back with the same intensity that I was kissing her, and it fueled me. I put one of my knees under her crotch and held her tightly to me. My hands roamed her body hungrily, pausing slightly on her lower back before reaching her perfect, tight runner's ass. As I felt her, I almost cried out in elation. But she froze against me and pushed me back.

  Panting, my eyes shot open and I felt ashamed and confused.

  "We really can't...we can't do this," she said, wide-eyed. She pushed me away further and began to untangle herself from me. "You..you have a husband...and..."

  "Please," was all I could think of to say. "Please..." I grabbed her body and pulled her into me again, kissing her passionately. I couldn't let her go. I wanted her so bad.

  I pushed her under me and got on top of her. I kissed and sucked on her neck, savoring the beautiful young skin under my lips. Running my tongue along her ear, I whispered "I've wanted this for so long Isabella. You have no idea." I heard her whimper.

  I pulled off her tank top and bra with ease, and looked down at her firm, round breasts in drunken ecstasy. I kissed them, unbuttoning my own shirt in the process. A sigh escaped her lips and I knew that she was enjoying herself, that I was doing no wrong. When our bare breasts came together, I moaned loudly and nearly came right then and there. I wanted to make love to her. I couldn't wait much longer.

  Pulling down her slacks and panties, I looked up at her from below, and saw just how beautiful her nude form was. It was intoxicating, and I couldn't believe my fantasies were finally coming true. She felt me stop, and she murmured, "Please don't stop."

  "Isabella..."

  "I can't...please, Lisa. I've wanted this too. I couldn't...tell you...I was so ashamed."

  Without any sort of verbal reply, I placed my mouth over her hot cunt. I breathed on it a few times, letting the hot air from my mouth play across the fluid seeping from her. Isabella moaned and I felt her fingers dig into my hair, nudging me closer to her soaked pussy.

  I couldn't deny her. My tongue pressed against her and I felt her body tense up. I had only lapped at her for a few minutes when she came hard, her whole body shaking as she cried out in pleasure. I continued to lick her softly, and she came again. I pushed two fingers inside of her, feeling her. She was so incredibly tight, I wondered if I was hurting her. "God.." I heard her say. "Oh God..."

  I brought myself up to her and kissed her hard. My hands roamed and grabbed all over her body. I needed her to make me come. I was about to explode. "Isabella...." I groaned. She pushed me beneath her and got on top of me. I felt her slender fingers move down my stomach and to my clit. I gasped loudly and held her tight. Her tongue flicked along my neck as her fingers worked my clit, pulling and pressing at all the right moments. I was so incredibly wet, and I could feel my juices sliding down my leg. Almost instantly, I came. My body shuddered against her and she held me tight, our bodies slick with hot sweat. "Fuck..." I whispered. "Fuck, Isabella..."

  It was the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I could feel my eyes watering from its intensity, and I felt like I was about to cry. I kissed the girl next to me as my orgasm began to die down, and I let my hands stroke her soft skin. "Isabella..." I whispered.

  The End.

  Quickfur

  "Set a course to rendezvous with the starship Galaxy, Ensign Travis," ordered Lieutenant Haskell.

  "Yes, Lieutenant," replied Ensign Travis.

  He laid in his course settings and reported, "Course: two-two-seven point six, mark three."

  "Make that two-two-seven point five," ordered the Lieutenant."

  "That will take us awfully close to
the star, Delta Vega," warned Travis.

  "It will also shave nearly a day off our trip home," replied Haskell.

  "But, Lieutenant, I don't think we should take that risk," Travis advised.

  "May I remind you, Ensign James Travis, that you are the junior officer aboard this shuttlecraft?" scolded the Lieutenant.

  "Yes, Ma'am!" came the reply. "Course: two-twenty seven point five, mark three," he reported.

  "Engage."

  "Aye, aye!"

  The two Starfleet officers settled in for the tree day journey to the Galaxy. They had been assigned to make a detailed survey of habitable planets in this sector and report back to their captain with their findings. In nearly a week's worth of searching they only found one planet capable of sustaining life. They were tired and ready to go home.

  Ensign James Travis, only six months out of the academy, had already made a name for himself piloting shuttlecraft and was well on his way to becoming chief helmsman on board the starship Galaxy.

  Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell, a brash, young officer was the highest ranking second tier crew member aboard the Galaxy. Captain Rice often assigned her to take junior officers on training missions because of her leadership ability.

  "Well, James," said Cheryl, "let's settle in and relax. We've got a long ride home."

  "Yes, Ma'am. Three days," replied the Ensign.

  "James, my name is Cheryl. We can speak informally until we get back to the Galaxy."

  James always felt a little uneasy around Lt. Haskell. She was a strict officer who commanded respect from her juniors. She was also strikingly beautiful. She was tall and lean with shoulder length, dark brown hair which contrasted her green eyes. She always wore her Starfleet uniform buttoned up to the collar, even when she was off duty. It was a rare occasion when she showed her ample cleavage under her tight fitting clothes. Most of the male junior officers clamored to be assigned to her command. James usually felt awkward around women but he knew that his comrades envied his position. Every one of them would have given their eye teeth to be stuck in a shuttlecraft with her for ten days.

  "I'm sorry, Lieutenant... I mean, Cheryl," stammered James, "it's force of habit."

  "Well, during informal situations, officers may be permitted to speak on a first name basis."

  "Thank you," smiled James.

  The two of them sat back in their chairs and relaxed. James took out an electronic book and read silently while Cheryl put on a pair of earphones, leaned back and listened to some music. The shuttlecraft was on autopilot and only needed to be monitored occasionally to be sure it was on course. It would be a long, monotonous journey back to the starship.

  A short time later, Cheryl put away her earphones and tapped James on the shoulder. "Why don't you go back to your bunk?" she said. "I'll take the first watch."

  "You don't have to," replied the Ensign.

  "Protocol," she answered. "You've been piloting the whole mission. You need some rest. You'll have to be sharp when we return to the Galaxy for docking.

  James agreed. He headed aft to the bunks and turned in. Cheryl took a position at the helm and dimmed the cabin lights. She slouched down in her chair and stared at the forward view screen. It was the same featureless view of space she had been looking at for six days. "I just want to get home," she thought to herself. It wasn't long before her eyes fell shut and she slowly drifted off to sleep.

  James was jolted awake by the sudden buffeting of the cabin. The entire ship rocked violently to starboard. He was almost shaken out of his bunk. He sprang to his feet and sprinted for the helm. "What's happening?" he shouted.

  "I don't know, I fell asleep," answered Cheryl as she sprung to attention. The sound of the ship's alarm jarred her back to reality.

  "Darn it!" shouted James. "It looks like some kind of flare from that star!" he exclaimed, wrestling for control of the ship.

  "WARNING!" sounded the computer voice. "Stellar flare approaching!"

  "Shields!" shouted the Ensign.

  "Not responding!" replied the Lieutenant.

  "Well, then, HOLD ON!" he said, "This could be rough!"

  The flare overtook the tiny shuttle, shaking the crew violently and overloading the ship's computer systems. The engines failed then the entire cabin went dark.

  "Damn it!" exclaimed James. "I knew we shouldn't have come this close!"

  "I'm sorry!" replied Cheryl. "I just wanted to get home!"

  "I shouldn't have listened," he growled. "Now we're dead in space!"

  "I think I can bring some reserve power on line," said Cheryl.

  "Mayday! Mayday!" James called into the emergency transmitter. "This is Ensign James Travis and Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell aboard the shuttlecraft Alpha... Mayday! Mayday!" he repeated. "We have been hit by a plasma flare from the star, Delta Vega. All major systems are off-line!"

  "Ensign!" called Lt. Haskell. "Remember, there's a habitable planet in this star system!"

  "Yes, I remember!" the Ensign replied. "The third. Right?" he asked. Lieutenant Haskell nodded in confirmation.

  "Impulse engines are back on-line but only seventy percent power," reported the Lieutenant.

  "Hold on!" he said. "I can bring her in but it's going to be a bumpy ride!"

  They both fastened their safety restraints and braced themselves. The Ensign fought for control of the ship.

  "This is Lieutenant Cheryl Haskell aboard the shuttlecraft Alpha," she spoke into the microphone. "We are making an emergency landing on the planet, Delta Vega Three. Please send rescue party immediately!" She ejected the locator beacon just as the ship began to enter the planet's atmosphere.

  "Okay! We're going in!" reported the Ensign, "Brace for entry!"

  Lt. Haskell braced herself, put her head down and said a silent prayer, hoping that Ens. Travis wouldn't notice. Ens. Travis strained to keep the ship under control. He, too, hoped his companion wouldn't notice him praying under his breath.

  It only took a few minutes for the ship to reach the surface but it seemed like hours. It was a hard landing but Ens. Travis was able to bring the ship down safely. They both breathed a sigh of relief when the it finally skidded to a stop.

  "Nice flying!" commended the Lieutenant.

  "Thanks," he said, "but, with all due respect, Ma'am, would you please listen the next time I give advice?"

  "Sorry!" she replied, "I just wanted to get back to the ship."

  "Now, look where we are!" he shouted back.

  "Well, there's no use crying over spilled milk!" she exclaimed, "Let's figure out a way to get off this planet... Ensign!"

  "All engines and communication systems are down," reported Ensign Travis, "life support is on emergency backup."

  "This planet supports life so we should be all right," Lieutenant Haskel said, "let's hope the Galaxy finds our emergency beacon."

  "They'll come looking for us after we're more than twenty-four hours overdue," said Travis.

  "We've got six day's rations left," Haskell said, "we should be able to hold out until they come for us."

  The two sat in silence for a few moments while they collected their thoughts. "Any injuries?" asked the Lieutenant.

  "None," he said. "You?"

  "Just a scratch on the elbow," she replied.

  "Break out the med kit and patch it up," said Travis, "then, let's rest up before we go explore the planet."

  "I'm not going out there!" exclaimed Haskell.

  "Well, excuse me, LIEUTENANT HASKELL..." said the Ensign with an annoyed voice, "We have to find food and water then set up camp. We don't know how long we'll be stuck here."

  "As your superior officer, ENSIGN..." retorted Lieutenant Haskell.

  "Let's not fight!" interrupted James, "It doesn't matter how we got here, anymore. If we're going to survive, we have to work together. Right, Cheryl?"

  Cheryl was taken aback by James' sudden grip on authority but she felt a certain sexual excitement at the same time.

  "Agreed, James!" she ans
wered, "I'll collect the first aid and the rations. You try to salvage some communications gear."

  They both worked silently, as they went about their agreed-upon tasks. James stopped briefly, when he thought Cheryl wasn't looking, to sneak a look at the curvaceous lines of her uniform. The Lieutenant always noticed when the guys checked her out but she never let on that she knew. James was a young officer, fresh out of the Academy. He was strong and muscular. Cheryl knew that protocol prevented her from fraternizing with officers her junior but that didn't stop her from appreciating his firm, muscular ass under his tight fitting pants.

  Lt. Haskell was a good officer. She was one of the best that Captain Rice ever had on his team. She was stern and efficient. She was, perhaps, a little too stern for Captain Rice's taste. That is the reason she never caught on to the fact that, Travis, the best looking young officer on the ship, just happened to be assigned to her command so soon after being posted to duty aboard the Galaxy.

  "I might have a tricorder working, here," James reported, "but it's not 100 percent."

  "Good work!" Cheryl exclaimed. "Anything's better than nothing."

  "I don't know how much daylight there is left," said James. "We should probably do some exploring before it gets dark."

  "Right!" said Cheryl.

  "Ready to go?" he asked.

  "Ready!" she replied as she picked up the tricorder and turned it on. "It looks like the atmosphere is breathable. Life form readings are inconclusive but I don't think there are any hostile beings out there."

  "That's good because both phasers are dead," said James.

  Cheryl shook her head. "No sense worrying about it, now," she said as she punched the button on the airlock and opened the cabin doors. "Be my guest!" she said.

  "Oh, no!" James smirked, "I'm the one wearing the red uniform! I'm not going first!" James often joked under pressure.