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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW ENT FFF: You Learn Something New Every Day  1/1 [R] (T'Pol/f)
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Title: You Learn Something New Every Day
Author: Cait N.
Series: ENT
Rating: R
Codes: T'Pol/f (Amanda Cole)
Parts: 1/1
Summary: In the midst of a neuro-pressure session, T'Pol and Corporal
Disclaimer: Paramount owns the characters, but the words are mine.
Warning: Contains FF sex!

Archiving: ASCEML, the FFF, and my own site. Any others, please ask.
Feedback: Yes please! caitn @ mindspring.com

Note: Written for Round XIV of the FFF -
http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/

Note #2: Takes place after the 3rd season episode "Harbinger."


You Learn Something New Every Day
by Cait N.
copyright May 2004



"Mmmmmmmmmmm." Corporal Amanda Cole moaned low and long. The universe
could open up at that moment, swallowing the ship whole, and she
wouldn't care.

"I understand that you have started attending movie night," T'Pol
said.

"I've been going," Amanda replied, wanting to stretch but not wanting
to interrupt the magic T'Pol was making with her hands. "Maybe you
just never noticed me before."

T'Pol made a neutral sound, and kept working on Amanda's calves.

They'd had a few sessions before, ever since Dr. Phlox suggest T'Pol
be the one to instruct Amanda in Vulcan neuro-pressure instead of
Command Tucker. The women had been wary at first, seeing in the other
a rival for Trip's affection. It soon became clear that there was more
than enough of the Commander to go around. At least that's what Amanda
thought. The rumor mill had flared up with a report of a liaison
between him and the resident Vulcan, but it'd quickly died out.
There'd been no public displays of affection between the two, the
neuro-pressure sessions hadn't increased, and neither one had asked to
transfer. All sure signs that the rumor mill was, in this particular
instance, off base.

T'Pol moved her hands down to Amanda's feet. She grasped the left one
in her hand, and applied pressure to either side of the heel. "No more
headaches?" It was something T'Pol asked every session.

"None." Amanda wondered what T'Pol would do if she stretched out her
toes and touched her crotch. Probably wonder what in the Vulcan
afterlife I've been smoking. Still, it might spice up an otherwise
routine session. She'd have to give it some serious thought, just like
she'd done last night in her quarters, just her and her trusty old
vibrator.

T'Pol's hands moved downward, pressing on the bottom of Amanda's foot.
She squealed and jerked her foot back.

"You said you weren't ticklish."

"I'm not, it's just that your touch is different from Trip's," Amanda
said defensively. She hesitantly lowered her leg, putting her foot
back into T'Pol's hands.

T'Pol tilted her head to the side. "Different how?"

Tricky territory, proceed with caution. Amanda shrugged. "Softer, more
precise. If that makes any sense."

T'Pol, concentrating on the area just above Amanda's ankle, didn't
answer.

"I think Lt. Reed and Major Hayes are becoming fast friends."

T'Pol raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?"

"Just something I've noticed. They don't snip at each other as much as
they used to. And they even take their meals together sometimes."

"It is quite possible that they admire each other."

"Admiration, respect, friendship, love -- it's all cut from the same
cloth." Amanda grinned. "That's an old saying of my grandmother's."

"Interesting."

Interesting, indeed, were the sensations that T'Pol was causing with
her hands. Amanda had no idea what they'd been talking about a moment
before. All her attention was on the purl of desire floating up her
body from T'Pol's hands. It snaked up her calf, rode the crest of her
knee, detoured around her hipbone, and wormed its way toward her
torso. Lazy tentacles fanned out and she could feel the telltale flush
on her chest and face. She wondered if T'Pol would notice, then hoped
she would.

She must have made a noise -- a gasp, or moan, or maybe even something
even more damning -- because T'Pol asked, "Is anything wrong?"

Words failed her. She shook her head and bit her lip.

T'Pol moved positions. She got up and Amanda could hear her maroon
satin pajamas swishing against her skin. The top two buttons on the
top were undone and the valley of her cleavage tempted Amanda to see
if the surrounding hills were as appealing as the area between.

T'Pol knelt at Amanda's head, knees on either side, and leaned over
her to manipulate points on either side of her abdomen. From her
vantage point, all Amanda would have to do would be to reach up and
cup those luscious mounds in her hands. So tempting right in front of
her face.

With the "devil may care" attitude that caused her to sign up for the
MACO's in the first place, Amanda reached up and acted out her
thoughts.

T'Pol's hands paused. "May I inquire as to what you're doing?"

So formal. Sometimes she deserves the nickname 'prissy pants.' Amanda
tested their weight. The left breast seemed slightly larger than the
right one. Just like her own. "I'm just comparing," she finally
answered.

"I see." T'Pol straightened and reached for a cup sitting on a tray
nearby. She took a drink.

"What's that?" Amanda leaned up on her elbows to see better.

"Something Malcolm introduced me to. It's called noni juice." She held
out the cup. "Would you like to try some?"

Amanda giggled. The connection in her brain wouldn't quit, and she
laughed some more.

"I fail to see what is so funny, Corporal."

Amanda snorted. "Please, we've been having these sessions for how long
now? Can't you at least call me Amanda, or Manda, when we're not on
duty?"

"Very well," T'Pol set the cup down. "I fail to see what is so funny,
Manda."

She couldn't help herself: T'Pol's formality sent her off into another
short fit of giggles. When she could catch her breath, she asked her
own question. "First of all, what is noni juice?"

"Noni is Hawaiian for a plant known scientifically as Morinda
citrifolia. It is also known sometimes as Indian mulberry. and is
virtually ubiquitous in tropical climes. Noni grows as a small
evergreen tree at elevations of up to 1,300 feet. It has large oblong
leaves, white flowers, and a very distinctive grenade-shaped fruit.
The fruit turns a characteristic yellow upon ripening..."

"That's good enough," Amanda interrupted. "To answer your own
question, I was laughing because of a connection that was made in my
mind. The word 'noni' reminds me too much of 'punani'."

T'Pol creased her brow. "I don't see the connection. Punani is from
the Ashanti word, meaning 'keyhole'."

"Well, maybe," Amanda explained, "in the technical sense it does. But
in old Earth slang it means, well, pussy."

T'Pol raised her eyebrows. "Pussy."

"You do know what that means?"

"Yes, I am familiar with that word... Manda." She looked at the drink
again. "I must see, I don't see a strong connection between juice from
a Hawaiian flower and the female genitalia. Does one taste like the
other?"

Amanda bit her lip. Oh my God! T'Pol was taking her connection
literally! How to tell her... "I was saying they were similar,
literally, just that the words sounded similar."

"Oh."

Amanda took the plunge. "But if you want to do a little
experimenting."

T'Pol's eyebrows went up again. "Are you suggesting..."

"Purely for research, of course!" Amanda wiggled out of her exercise
shorts, leaving her clad in a tank top and thong panties. "I mean,
stuck on a ship of humans -- well, except for Phlox and Porthos --
aren't you the least bit curious? Or horny?"

"Vulcan's do not get horny."

"Oh."

"But that does not mean that we are never curious," she continued.

Amanda grinned inside. She watched as T'Pol stood up and quickly shed
her clothes without a shred of self-consciousness. She helped Amanda
out of the rest of her clothes, and Amanda directed her into the right
position.

"This is called 'sixty-nine'," she explained, "because if you place a
six and nine..."

"Ah, I believe I understand," T'Pol interrupted. She settled between
Amanda's thighs, using her hands to spread her open. With typical
Vulcan concentration and single-mindedness, she immediately applied
her mouth to Amanda's petal-pink punani.

Amanda didn't know which turned her on more: staring into the lightly
green-tinted lips of T'Pol's pussy and anticipating diving in or the
feel of T'Pol lips and tongue attacking her pussy with gusto. She took
a few moments to enjoy the sensations and then attended to the alien
delicacy in front of her.

The taste was sour, kind of like some candy popular with the young
kids. Sour and earthy, but not disgusting. Thank God for that. In some
way Amanda would have been disappointed if T'Pol's taste had turned
her off.

The room was filled with the sounds of sucking, licking, moaning and
heavy breathing. It was several minutes later when T'Pol raised her
head. Face glistening with Amanda's juices she commented, "Not quite
what I expected, but nice. Nothing like noni juice, I'm afraid to
say."

Amanda reluctantly released T'Pol's distended clit from her mouth. "So
your curiosity is satisfied?" Please say no, please say no.

T'Pol arched her back and lowered her head, looking at Amanda through
the tunnel their bodies made. It was a funny look, since she was
seeing everything upside down. "Not by any means."

Was that a smile playing around the corners of T'Pol's mouth? I'll be
damned.

As T'Pol went back to "satisfying her curiosity," Amanda moaned and
started using her fingers on T'Pol's pussy. She slid two fingers into
her, feeling the other woman push against her, urging her on. Noni
juice, punani, a curious Vulcan with emotions (maybe infinitesimal,
but Amanda was convinced she'd seen her smile)... just goes to show
that you learn something new every day.



THE END



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