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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW FFF TNG/TOS "Underwater Basketweaving" [R] T/Rand, R/T implied
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Title: Underwater Basketweaving
Author: Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
Email: blueberrysnail @ yahoo dot com
Website: http://cosmicduckling.com
Series: TNG/TOS
Characters: Troi/Rand, Troi/Riker implied
Rating: R
Summary: Hairstyling is lesbian foreplay. Didn't

UNDERWATER BASKETWEAVING

"Computer, bring up personal program Troi-33."

Deanna Troi took a deep breath and waited with her
hands on her hips as the holodeck's grid transformed
into a tropical paradise. Classical columns surrounded
a marble bath set into a hill of verdant green, and
flowering vines twined around their smooth, white
splendor. The water was clear and bubbling slightly,
and in the meadow, rabbits hopped through the grass,
stopping to graze on the dandelions.

A blonde goddess sat at the edge of the marble pool,
wearing an old Starfleet uniform from nearly a hundred
years ago. Well, most of it--the tall, sexy, black
boots were sitting beside her on the marble. The red
dress was so short that not even the hem was wet, even
though the woman's legs were deep within the water.
They swayed gently in its bubbling current, this way
and that.

Deanna walked towards the pool. As she walked, she
cast away the dark blue cloak she had worn out of
modesty for the journey from her cabin to the
holodeck. By the time she reached the pool, only a
skimpy white bikini remained upon her shapely body.

She sat down next to the imaginary woman. Well, she
wasn't really imaginary, just historical, but it was
doubtful the real Lieutenant Rand would have put
herself in this position. This wasn't Captain Sulu's
communications officer and wife, she reminded
herself--this was Yeoman Rand, who'd once been the
June centerfold in a Starfleet Academy fundraiser
calendar. Deanna had come across the antique piece of
sexual silliness on a sub-space message board a year
ago, and since then, this woman of bewitching eyes and
towering, flaxen hair had been her favorite holodeck
fantasy.

Rand turned towards her. "Hello, Deanna."

"Hello, Yeoman Rand," Deanna replied. She was already
wet--and not from the water. She had done this many
times, and her heart was beating quickly in
anticipation.

"Your hair is very pretty," Rand said chattily.

"So's yours," Deanna murmured. "I wonder if you would
show me how it works?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your hairstyle is so complicated. It must have taken
you hours."

"Not really," said Holo-Rand. "I've had lots of
practice."

"I'd love to learn," said Deanna. "Sometimes curly
hair can be so... unmanageable."

"But nice to look at."

"I might have an easier time figuring out how your
hairstyle fits together if I saw it being put
together," Deanna explained. "Or, since it's already
up right now, if you showed me how you take it down,
piece by piece."

"I could do that," Rand agreed. "I might as well, if
we're going to go in the water. It doesn't wear well
wet."

*Ah, but YOU do...* thought Deanna cheerfully.

"Thank you," she said aloud. "I appreciate that."

Rand's slender, skilled fingers went to her golden
beehive. She unfastened an unseen clasp in the back
and unwound the first shimmering lock. Deanna groaned
and opened her legs slightly.

Lock by lock, strand by strand, every glistening piece
of Rand's basket-woven hair slipped through her
fingers and floated down in gentle softness around her
face. Eyes thick with makeup peered seductively at
Deanna from beneath mascara-rich lashes. And Deanna
Troi's fingers worked busily between her own labia.

Rand's blonde hair now hung free, unbound by any braid
or weave or clasp, rippling in the wind with unnatural
body from its earlier confinement. She looked like a
mermaid imprisoned within her uniform.

"Take off your uniform," Deanna commanded. This was a
program, and you could do fun things with programs.

Rand peeled off her red minidress, starting at the
top. Her breasts were big and creamy-white, with a
hint of pink. Her nipples were prominently pointed.

Deanna stepped into the water and pulled Rand in after
her by the wrists. Once submerged, Rand undressed the
eager counselor with her teeth, casting the bathing
suit aside on the marble ledge until needed. Deanna
stole a few choice mouthfuls of breast before Rand
moved behind her.

"Lean back," Rand cooed. Deanna molded her shoulders
into the embrace.

With one hand, Rand caressed Deanna's buttock and hip
before moving it towards her pussy. She worked Deanna
into a state of ecstatic oblivion. And with the other
hand, she--or rather, the holodeck computer--worked
tonsorial magic on Deanna's curly tresses.

When the program was complete, Deanna calmly dressed
and placed the cloak around her dripping shoulders.
She closed down the holodeck and walked back to her
cabin.

Ten minutes later, she arrived at the bridge. Riker
immediately looked up from his station when he saw
her, and she flashed him a huge smile.

He grinned right back at her. "Deanna! You've been
using your holodeck hairstyling program again, haven't
you. It looks wonderful."

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