I see them together sometimes and I wonder. They look so good together, so easy with each other, and even though she has to call him 'Sir' I can tell it's not because she has respect for his rank. I imagine them in bed together when I'm alone and feeling horny and I can't work out which one of them I want more.
She's small, petite, yet there's strength in her you wouldn't believe. I imagine her to be a real hellcat in bed; she'd need to be, to deal with him. Of all the people on this base, I think only she and I are capable of managing Jack O'Neill. I wonder if they'd be on for a threesome? I chuckle to myself, eliciting a quizzical look from both Jack and Sam. I wave them off and go back to my book. The waiting room outside the Infirmary really isn't the place for fantasies like those.
God, how long has it been since I had sex? I can't remember. Not that I haven't wanted to, but my... choices haven't been the most sensible. Now and then I look at Jack and he looks at me and there seems to be something unspoken between us, but it never goes any further. If I'm honest, it's been there since the first mission to Abydos, on my side, at any rate. Jack, well, Jack's an enigma. He has more masks than a fancy dress store, my Colonel, and I do see him as mine. I think he thinks of me in the same way; he's possessive enough, that's for sure, but there are too many obstacles in our path for us to make anything of it, I suppose. I wouldn't want him to lose his pension. However, the bottom line is I love him. I always have, and I probably always will.
Janet, on the other hand, elicits feelings in me of a slightly different kind. Not to put too fine a point on it, I want to drill her into the mattress. Perhaps it's the white coat, I don't know. I'm past caring. I realise she has an intimate knowledge of my anatomy already, but not only does the knowledge not go the other way, she has no idea of how I could make her feel. Most likely she couldn't imagine. I get the impression that inside the professional shell is a warm, passionate woman who needs to be loved. By me. Arrogant, I know, but that's the way I am when I'm completely sure of something. What I lack in this instance is the social skill to pull it off. Or perhaps confidence is a better word than skill. She scares me, she really does. When she looks at me it's as if she can see my need, right there, totally open and hers for the taking if she did so much as crook her finger at me.
Christ, I need to get a life. I need to get a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a one-nighter, anything to relieve this pressure. Frankly, sweaty, frantic masturbation just isn't doing the job any more. I need a real flesh and blood person to make love to, not just a hand job, as imaginative as I can make them.
"Daniel? Your turn," she smiles and beckons me in. I cough, nervously, and follow her into the exam room.
"Anything I should know about?" she asks, nonchalantly.
Plenty, I think to myself, but I just smile and answer, "No, I feel fine."
She wraps the blood pressure cuff on my arm and inadvertently traces her soft fingertips down to my open hand. I really wish she wouldn't do that. She'll see my blood pressure rise for no apparent reason.
"Daniel? You okay?"
"Fine. I'm..."
Ah, the hell with it.
"Actually, I was wondering if you were free for dinner tonight?"
Her beautifully manicured eyebrows rise and her eyes open wide. Gorgeous. Deep, brown, expressive. They're a lot like Jack's, if I'm honest.
"Really?"
I smile. "Yes, really."
"I'd love to," she smiles. I let out a long held breath and she chuckles.
"Well, good," I reply. "That's great. I'll see you about eight, then? Your place?"
"Can't wait," she replies and does that little thing where she scrunches up her nose, like she's all excited. I want to kiss her breathless right now, but Jack's going to be up next for his medical and I think it would send him over the edge to see us in that position.
She finally finishes the exam, giving me a clean bill of health and making me thank the Gods that an internal wasn't part of it. I sigh with relief, and then stifle a groan as I imagine Janet massaging my prostate. Wonder if she'd be open to a little ass play? God knows I have dreams about having my face buried in hers. If they only knew.
The rest of the base looks at me as if I'm a geek It's to be expected, I know, I am a geek, to all intents and purposes, but they don't know. None of them. Not even Jack, although I'd dearly love to give him a demonstration. Inside this bookish exterior of mine is a sexual, sensual being who loves nothing more than to take someone, male or female and do him or her 'til they beg for mercy. A small smile creeps across my face and Sam gives me that look again.
Jack puts down the Sports Pages and stands.
"All done?"
"Yep. Your turn, Jack," I grin.
Jack shudders, says dramatically, "I'm going outside. I may be some time," and flounces into the exam room. He does, believe me, sometimes, Jack O'Neill flounces. It always gives me hope.
I smile at Sam before heading back to my office to finish up some research before going home to prepare for tonight. A fleeting montage of images goes through my mind as I pace the corridors. Janet lying back on my bed, naked and panting, beads of moisture making her pubic hair glisten, Jack behind me, his arms around my waist, nuzzling into my neck as I watch Janet begin to touch herself. I can feel his hard cock nestled into the crack of my ass as he licks and bites the skin on my neck and shoulder. I can tell Janet's getting off on it too, she's stroking her pussy with one hand and pinching her dark, taut little nipples with the other. My own hand goes to my erection, only in the fantasy, obviously, as much as I feel like beating off right now. I swear my imagination hates me.
I'm bending over the bed now, sniffing up the scent of arousal coming off Janet's body in waves. My tongue gently licks her fingers, silently urging her to allow me to replace them. I can hear Jack growl behind me. It's debatable who has the better view; me down here, watching Janet open up to my mouth like a flower, or Jack, who can see from her face the pleasure I'm giving. She moans softly, and I can hear the sound of her and Jack kissing. It's one of those times when you wish you could be in two places at once. I hear her whisper and Jack comes behind me again, stroking my ass with his palm, and then sliding his fingers down the crack and over my anus, making me twitch.
I'm guessing that Janet told him to fuck me, because the next thing I know his tongue has replaced his fingers and he's opening me up with his thumbs. I continue to lick and suck Janet's pussy, feeling it throb at my touch and then I pull back slightly to look up at her face. She smiles and pushes my head back down again. And if I don't find the men's room soon, I'm going to come all over myself. I can usually hold onto it until I get home, and then all bets are off. The lube comes out, the toys come out and I settle in for a good, long session of pleasuring myself. It's gone too far this time, though. I have to do something about it now, get it out of the way, otherwise I'll be walking around all night with a half-hard; and that wouldn't do on a first date, now would it?
Finally, I reach the bathroom, and enter a stall. I'm not too worried about being overheard. I've had plenty of practice at keeping quiet from the times I've slept in the same tent as Jack. I'm assuming he's never heard me, anyway. Thinking about it, that's probably somewhat naïve.
My cock is hot and aching, and my hands are cold, but I still manage to effortlessly slip back into my fantasy scenario. Where was I? Oh yes. Jack was playing with my asshole. I wonder if I could get away with that here? With cold hands? Fuck it. I lather up some spit and wet the first and second fingers of my free hand and as I touch myself I smile with the realisation that I'm ready at both ends. Christ, I wish Jack would get a clue. I haven't had a cock in... ah, that's good... shouldn't take long, I think, as my right hand works my cock in the way that only your own hand can. My middle finger eases gently inside as my mind works its magic. Jack is inside me, and my tongue is inside Janet. I can feel how hard and long he is, stroking slow and steady, his balls slapping against mine. I bite back a moan as my finger curls to graze the edge of my prostate. Jesus, this is shaping up to be a good one. I can smell her, taste her on my tongue as I snake it out to lick my lips. She's close to coming now, urging Jack to fuck me harder and stroke my cock so we can all come together.
As it happens, it's one after the other. I take my lead from her and continue in exactly the rhythm she wants to get her over the top. She shudders, crying out just before her pussy contracts around my fingers. Jack has begun stroking me, his calloused hand gripping me hard, just as I'm gripping myself and he's stroking, stroking, stroking, not losing his rhythm on my cock even when he grunts and I feel his come shoot inside me. I lock my mouth around Janet's clit and suck as my own orgasm hits both in the dream and in reality. My ass grips my finger painfully as the come pours out all over my hand and the floor. My bottom lip tastes like it's bleeding and I'll have some cleaning up to do, but God, it was worth it.
I open my eyes to the stark strip lights and the green of the stall. I must look a sight; sweaty, dishevelled, a bit bloody and covered in come. Not to mention the fact that I probably reek of sex. I suddenly feel a little ashamed of myself and begin to clean up. I don't know if anyone has entered the men's room while I've been... doing what I've been doing. For once I was completely out of it. Jesus, what was I thinking?
I pull out some tissue and begin to mop up the floor, feeling my face burning from embarrassment. I have to get laid soon, even if I have to pay for it. I can't afford for this to happen again.
I do love a nice, long, hot bath with bubbles. Makes me feel sexy and feminine. He makes me feel sexy and feminine without even trying. Daniel's invitation came as a surprise... well, not a complete surprise. I've seen him looking now and then, and we flirt with each other all the time. I was wondering when or if he'd ever get around to asking me out. The rest of the staff will be green with envy. Poor baby, I don't think he knows how many of them would fuck him into a frenzy given the chance.
The weird thing is, I always thought there was something going on between him and Jack. Ridiculous, I guess. I mean, he doesn't look bisexual, but then again neither does Jack and I know from experience that he is. And what an experience! Oh Mama. Still, that was a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far, away. That's even funnier now than the first time Jack said it, after Star Wars first came out. Who knew it was ever going to be real for us?
I slip beneath the bubbles again and feel them, sleek and sensuous against my skin. I've lusted after Daniel almost as long as I've known him. I don't even know what it is about him that makes me want to turn into a total whore. I think it might be his eyes... no, wait, his hands. Oh yeah, long, long fingers. Always a crowd pleaser, assuming he knows what to do with them, and even if he doesn't, I'll bet he's a quick study. Mind you, I have a feeling Daniel Jackson is a real dark horse in that department. Couldn't say exactly why, I just do. Jesus, my pussy's twitching just thinking about it. Guess I couldn't just jump him in the hallway could I?
Well, it's just coming up to eight o'clock. I'd better ring the bell. Christ, I haven't been this nervous about a date in years! Pull yourself together, Daniel. This is Janet. She's your friend. Yes, but she's hot. What would she see in me? That you're a dynamo in bed and can take her to Heaven and back?
See, first sign of madness, talking to yourself. Not even talking. Arguing. Typical.
I ring the doorbell and wait, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.
Oh. My. God. She's...
"You look beautiful, Janet!"
She smiles a little smugly and thanks me.
Nothing works like the little black dress with heels. He doesn't know what I have on underneath though, which isn't much. I'm fortunate not to have to wear a bra. It's useful sometimes, having little titties. I've always wanted a bigger bust, but as my ex-husband used to say, "More than a handful's a waste." That topped off, or rather bottomed, with a black lace thong and nylons and the whole picture is complete. God, I hope he's not one of these guys who want to play the gentleman and not fuck on a first date, because if he gets much closer, we won't even get to the restaurant.
He looks beautiful, too, although if I took him clothes shopping I could do an even better job. Hey, who gives a fuck? He could look good in a cotton sack! Better yet, nothing on at all, except my spit.
"We ready?" I ask, wanting to get the pleasantries over with so that I can feast on that gorgeous body I know so well. He smiles and nods, gallantly opening the car door for me so that I can get in. Every woman should master the art of getting into a car for the best effect. I manage to do it with style, but still offer him a tantalising glimpse of stocking. I'll have him so hot by the end of the evening, it'll be all he can do not to fuck me in the parking lot.
Now there's a thought...
How in the hell am I supposed to think about eating anything but her? Why the hell didn't I ask her out months ago? Years ago? I guess I figured she wouldn't want me, but she's... she's... exuding sex from every pore. I just want to say 'to hell with the meal, let's just do it' but that would be base of me. So sue me, she hits me right in the balls in a good way. It's going to take all of my concentration and determination to keep my hands off her tonight.
We finally get to the restaurant, which is two-thirds full of dating couples, and I inwardly groan as I catch sight and sound of the band in the corner. There are a few couples dancing, and I'm begging the Gods she won't want to. It's not that I can't and it certainly isn't that I don't want to, but I don't think I could stand the look in her eyes when she asks me if I've got permission to have my sidearm off-base.
"Oooh, they have a band!" she squeals.
Oh shit.
The waiter seats us and Janet crosses her legs demurely. Surely she can't know that her lacy stocking-top is visible?
Or maybe she does... she looks over the menu at me, and although I can only see her eyes, they have a wicked smile in them. She's unbelievable and I can only shake my head in wonder and grin like an idiot.
The waiter comes back to take our order and she has to start with asparagus tips. Jesus H Christ, can it get any worse? After ten minutes or so of watching her slurping melted butter off each tip, then fellating them before sinking those pearly white teeth in, I'm almost under the table. She can tell, the little minx. I am so going to show her what I'm made of. She'll be walking into the SGC tomorrow with the biggest shit-eating grin...
He is going to walk into the SGC tomorrow feeling like he's king of the universe. I'm gonna love him so good tonight he'll barely stand it. God, I love being a woman! Jack wasn't wrong when he called me a Napoleonic power-monger. It wasn't the first time, and he wasn't talking about me ordering him around in the Infirmary either.
Gotta get this boy up to dance after the entree.
She moulds her body into mine like we were made for each other and d'you know what? I wasn't prepared for this at all. She's a hoot. We've done nothing but laugh and flirt since we got into the car. I knew she was fun, but it's like she's really letting her hair down, metaphorically speaking.
She smells amazing. I don't know what fragrance it is, but it's mingled with the spicy smell of her skin and the two together are making my mind race, not to mention making my cock hard. I'm not even trying to hide it from her any more. What's the point? We both have 'Fuck Me' written all over our foreheads, and I can tell by the way she's trash talking that she's not the prim and proper type, despite appearances at work. I'm almost tempted to say 'to hell with the rest of the meal, let's just go back to your place', but I can hardly wait to share the profiteroles she's ordered for us.
The slow dancing continues and I look into her eyes. They're glistening with pleasure and her lips look so full and gorgeous I can't help but lean down and kiss her gently. Her mouth opens up to mine and she slips her dainty pointed tongue inside, flicking my tongue playfully. I break the kiss and grin.
"Dessert?"
"Not sure I want the profiteroles now," she smiles, sliding her hand gently over my butt. "I have a different dessert in mind."
I stifle a groan and we walk back to the table where I call for the check.
We leave the restaurant with our arms around each other, both laughing at some comment she's made, and I fumble in my pocket for the car keys.
"I'll help you find those," she says, and puts her hand into my pocket, feeling around for anything but the car keys.
"Sweet Jesus!" I hiss as her small hand wraps around my hard cock.
"Niiiiice, Doctor Jackson, very nice. I could do a lot with this," she murmurs huskily, massaging my dick like an expert.
"Christ!" I exclaim as her nails drag across my balls.
"Looks like you need a little relief there, sugar," she teases.
"What? Here? We'll get caught," I stammer, on the one hand panicking, but on the other so desperate to come I could have fucked her on the dance floor.
"Not if we're careful. C'mon."
She pulls me over to a dark area of the lot, near the perimeter fence, hidden from the lights by a large hedge. She leans up to kiss me, drawing my tongue into her mouth and sucking on it while at the same time, unfastening my zipper.
I'm left panting as she bends her head to take the weeping end of my cock into her hot, wet mouth, sliding her lips down until her nose is pressed against my hair. I lean against the hedge and moan. I'll be lucky if I last thirty seconds.
"Nice?" she asks, grinning. I can tell she's grinning because her white teeth are shining in the scant light there is.
"It's more than fucking nice, Jan, it's fantastic. For Chrissakes finish me off. You've been winding me up so much it's not going to take long. Ooooh God..."
That tongue will be the death of me. I swear. She licks around and around the head, flicking the frenum and sliding down the vein, turning me on so much and doing it so right, I wonder if she's seen me jacking off. She takes me to the brink, and then tugs my balls to stop it, and then she does it all over again until I grab her head and pull her tight into my body.
"Fucking Jesus, just do it. Please!"
One last long suck and it's all over. She pulls back sharply and holds my spasming cock as it spews come all over the asphalt. There's something illicit and dirty about it and the look on her face is one of pure triumph. I think I'm in love.
Goddamn I love giving head. It's a shame we didn't have a little more light. I surely would have loved to really see the look on his face as he came. And boy, did he come. I haven't seen that much come out of a man in way too long. Let's just hope he's quick on the return serve. It's always better to get the first one out of the way, I find. Second erections tend to last longer. I know I'm on an early shift tomorrow, but hell, I still don't intend for either of us to get much sleep tonight.
We drive back to her place in virtual silence. I still can't quite believe she blew me in the parking lot. In the fucking parking lot! She's got this little smile on her face as we drive, and she keeps squeezing my thigh possessively. I can't deny there's a tiny scrap of fear inside me that wonders if I can satisfy her. Janet is more woman than I've ever had before, but I still break every speed limit going. Now I come to think of it, perhaps Jack and I are the only men at the SGC who could manage her. See? I told you. Arrogant.
We pull up at the kerb outside her house and I know the coast is clear, she already told me Cassie is on a sleep-over with a friend. Thank Christ. I don't think I could handle sleeping with Janet while Cassie was in the house, she's like a daughter to me. It would feel way too weird. After I stop the car and switch off the engine, I take Janet's hand, pulling it up to my lips and sucking her fingers gently. She gasps and I smile against the skin of her wrist as I notice her squirm in her seat. Maybe I'm not the only one who needs relief?
I pull her towards me and kiss her, deeply, stroking up her thigh and under her dress. She opens her legs to me and sighs as I kiss her neck, then groan myself when I reach her panties and realise how wet she is. I stroke the wet material with the tip of my finger, making her wriggle and moan, but I resist the temptation to slip my hand underneath and pleasure her properly.
Her eyes flash in frustration as I pull away, but she immediately recovers and smiles.
"Coffee? Tea? Me?"
The old ones are always the best and I laugh with her. It's nice to know we're both just as hot for each other. I lean in and bite her neck again, whispering, "Can't I have all three?"
"Greedy boy," she murmurs. "You won't get anything unless we get out of this car."
Oh really?
I slide my hand up her dress again, straight to her sex and under the panties. She's incredibly hot and her juices are soaking my hand. Time to give the good Doctor a taste of her own medicine.
I mouth her tight nipples through the material of her dress as I stroke her clit and lips with my fingers. After a few seconds of playing, I slip my middle finger inside her and begin slow, gentle circles of her clit with my thumb. It doesn't take too long before she's panting, writhing in the seat and not giving a damn whether we're caught or not. I continue the rhythm, keeping it steady, keeping the pressure constant until I can feel her begin to tighten around my finger, which I'm sliding in and out. One soft bite on her nipple and she arches her back, shoving against my hand with a cry. Her body pulses around my finger and I ease back the pressure of my thumb until the spasms subside. She lays back in the seat, boneless.
"Oh my..."
I chuckle smugly and kiss her.
"You look gorgeous when you come, you know that?"
She looks at me through heavy lidded eyes and smiles.
"If that's a taste of things to come, Daniel, I don't know why in the world we haven't done this before."
I lean forward, sliding my wet finger into her mouth and whisper, "It gets better."
"Oh my..."
Jesus Christ, he's good. I can't come that quickly on my own! Who'd have thought? It's all I can do to walk up my path and open the front door. I have to giggle; he's picking me up into his arms. He kicks the door shut, stumbling as he does it, almost dropping me. We both begin to laugh and he kisses me as he carries me up the stairs. I guess I should be grateful he isn't dragging me by the hair, but y'know what? He can be as macho as he likes.
He sets me down gently onto my feet and turns me around to undo my dress. I shiver as his lips follow the skin revealed by the lowering zipper. As he slides the sleeves down my arms and pushes the dress to the floor he paints circles in the small of my back with his tongue, making me squirm. Strong arms hold me tight as my legs threaten to buckle underneath me. He gets onto his knees behind me and urges me to lean forward, resting my arms on the bedroom chair. He spreads my legs a little and nuzzles into my ass. I can feel the light stubble on his chin rubbing on the inside of my thighs, but it's not unpleasant. It's so good to feel a man again, I can't get enough of him. His tongue snakes out and licks from my soaking pussy all the way up the crack of my ass, following the string of the thong and I tremble. I can't keep upright any longer and I ask him to stop. He does, immediately, and I stand up, turning around to face him.
His breath sucks in as he sees me almost naked for the first time. I slip off my thong, then my nylons and he murmurs how beautiful I am. The expression on his face is... actually it's moving. That's the only word I can use to describe it. All I know is that I've never felt so cherished or so adored in all my life.
He begins to remove his clothes, and his glasses, and although part of me wants to help him, a part of me just wants to watch. I've seen him naked before, plenty of times, but not like this. I want to savour every square inch with my eyes and my hands and my lips and... dear God but he's gorgeous. His eyes are beautiful and he has broad shoulders, and a slim waist, but with just a hint of a belly that I know from experience is soft, down to his strong thighs and his beautiful cock, which is up and eager and for tonight at least, it's all fucking mine. He can't hide from me any more with baggy clothes and hospital gowns. I'm seeing him for the first time; really seeing him and I love every bit. When he's finally naked, looking a little bit nervous, I close the gap between us and put my arms around him. He's much taller than I am and when he snakes his long arms around me and holds me, I feel so safe that the world could end right this minute and I wouldn't notice.
Damn him for making me a sap in my old age! I'm going to have to be careful. This is a buddy fuck. I can't afford for it to be any more than that.
You know I said I thought I was in love? As flippant a comment as that was at the time, it's getting scarily close to the truth now. She's in my arms and we're just holding each other and it feels so good I can hardly believe it. We're skin to skin and she feels warm and soft and very much mine. For now, anyway. I want to be inside her; I want to feel her moving against me and I pick her up again, and lay her gently onto the bed.
We kiss; exploring each other's mouths, then I break off, moving down her neck and throat, between her breasts and then curl my tongue around each swollen nipple in turn. This is so much better than the fantasy and to my surprise I don't miss Jack one bit. I need to taste her and continue licking down her body until she opens up her legs and urges my head down. I dip into her wetness and the sweet, yet tangy taste of her explodes on my tongue making my cock twitch involuntarily.
I can hear her moaning above me as I lap at her red, engorged sex, swirling around her clit then thrusting my tongue inside, fucking her with it. I replace my tongue with my thumb and then ease my middle finger gently and slowly into her ass; a move she responds to enthusiastically. With her firmly in my grip, I concentrate on licking her clit until she comes, moaning my name and clutching my finger and thumb with her body.
Before she even has a chance to recover her senses, I scoot up the bed and thrust my cock inside her. For a split second it occurs to me that we never talked about condoms and I stop. She opens her eyes and smiles at me, stroking my face.
"It's okay, baby, I'm on the Pill," she whispers and shifts her hips to accommodate all of me.
I groan as her internal muscles grip me tightly and I wonder how long I'll be able to last. I begin to thrust, her hips gently rocking up to meet me, and I can't remember ever feeling so emotionally and physically connected to another person in my life. The smell and the heat, the silkiness of her skin and the soft lilt of her voice urging me on envelope me in a cloud of sensation. My skin is on fire, my balls are tight and my cock aches in a pleasure so sweet I want it to last forever. It can't, though and eventually, with the sounds of her moaning ringing in my ears, my orgasm begins, spreading from my balls and crawling up my back until finally it reaches the end of my cock and I explode inside her with a yell, barely registering that she's coming again.
It seems to last for minutes and my body twitches and jerks as she holds me tight, drawing her nails down my back and making me twitch even more. I finally relax, spent, and withdraw from her, rolling to the side so I don't crush her.
She immediately rolls on top of me and I hold her in my arms, stroking her back with the pads of my fingers.
"Jesus Christ, Jan," I whisper. "I never expected..."
She lifts her head and looks into my eyes.
"Me neither."
"We need to talk."
"Yes, we do. But not right now, sugar. Not right now."
She's right. I think we've gotten ourselves into a world of trouble, but for now? No more words.
Fin