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🕑 Added 2021-04-12 21:00:00 +0000 UTCOola hurried into her dormitory room and slammed the door. Her roommate was out playing lacrosse. The game wouldn’t be over for another hour.
Alone, Oola could not resist the desire to touch herself. It was the barometric pressure—big shifts always stirred things in her lekku, made her crave some alone time. One hand on her head-tail, the other massaging her throbbing wet pussy.
Dropping down onto her bed, she pressed the control on the nightstand and summoned up a pornographic hologram program. Once, before she was freed, she’d had to dance. She greatly enjoyed now being able to summon up these phantoms to dance for her, knowing they had no thoughts, no misgiving, just big hard pricks and bloated balls.
As she watched the holograms gyrate around her, Oola’s pussy grew wet—her lekku pulsed hotly. She spread her knees, fondling herself through her skirt. Turning her head, she licked her own lekku. Then she opened her blouse and brought a hand to one of her full breasts.
She pinched her sensitive nipple, her lekku twitching, slapping against her pillow. Quickly, Oola pulled her skirt up her thighs, then thrust a hand into her panties, fingering through the silky curls of her pubic thatch. They were wet too, as was the groin of her panties, damp and clinging where it adhered to the back of her hand. The tightness of her wet panties felt like it was pulling her fingers into her cunt.
Oola slipped a finger inside herself, pushing it to the sweet spot in her pussy that was aching with lust. When she massaged it, tingling pleasure replaced the ache. She opened her legs wider, slowly fingering herself, daydreaming about the holograms swirling around her. They were only pictures of light and air, no different from an image on a screen, but they were real enough to give a touch of authenticity to her fantasies. She thought of them thrusting into her, fucking her, how her juicy cunt would grip their thick members.
“Wow. You really need the relief, don’t you?”
Oola’s eyes jerked open and she slapped at the control, shutting off her holographic lovers. Then she froze, her breasts heaving, her lekku twitching, shuddering as she pulled her finger from her pussy. She’d locked the door—she knew she had.
The intruder was another non-human, green like her, but her coloring was a lighter shade. She didn’t have lekku either, but bright red curls, hanging down to her shoulder. To Oola’s eyes, she ended up looking like some Twi’lek/human mix, but she quickly registered that the woman was an Orion. An attractive one as well, not that she’d ever met an unattractive Orion—at least not a female one.
She had a lovingly sculpted face that seemed just perfect for the kind of impish look she was giving Oola, and a curvaceous body that even the official status of her cadet uniform couldn’t erase. Long legs, proud breasts, hips that were just big enough to draw the eye from her toned, statuesque frame. There wasn’t anything un-Starfleet about her, but she seemed far more seductive than the average cadet somehow, a temptress. If she hadn’t, Oola certainly would’ve called for help instead of being stunned into silence. She felt like she had slipped under, into a dream—something as sexual as it was surreal.
“Sorry for the intrusion. I was in the fresher. I came in to pick up a book I’d loaned your roommate and thought I’d wash up. I guess you didn’t notice I was here. Not that I blame you. I know a Twi’lek’s lekku don’t get like that unless… well…”
Oola pulled her blouse over her tits and straightened her skirt down to her knees. “I… I…”
“You don’t have to explain, babe. Sometimes a girl has to do what a girl has to do. And even in Starfleet, you can’t always find someone to—keep up their end of the bargain.”
“I usually don’t…” Oola’s face flushed and her lekku drooped. “Do this,” she finished lamely.
The Orion laughed. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I know exactly what you’re going through. Everyone here is a human and they’ve all heard the stories about how easy we are, Orion or Twi’lek. Kinda takes the fun out of it, doesn’t it?”
Oola felt herself agreeing with the Orion, commiserating with her. By being so shameless about the awkwardness of their situation, she’d killed Oola’s sense of embarrassment. Instead of feeling humiliated, Oola gave the Orion a shy smile.
“That’s more like it,” the Orion said, going so far as to sit down on the bed with her. “My name is Gaila. I’ve seen you around the quad a few times but I never knew how to introduce yourself. ‘I like your color’ seems a little self-serving under the circumstances, doesn’t it?”
“I’m Oola. I think I’ve heard of you a couple times.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. Orions tend to get reputations. We just try to make sure they’re well-deserved.” Gaila gestured to the nightstand and its control console. “May I?”
Oola gave a terse nod, feeling a last sour note of chagrin. It left when she was bold enough to agree that Gaila could see her fantasies.
Gaila turned the holograms back on. Her finely etched eyebrows—glints of copper—rose. “Wow! Where did you pick this program up?”
“A Ferengi,” Oola admitted. “I know I shouldn’t bring in third-party programs, but I’ve been getting great grades in signal intelligence and I checked it for any malicious code and I built a virtual system in here anyway—“
“You jailbroke your dorm room?” Gaila asked, impressed. “Do you freelance? I’d give anything to be able to use my room’s holo-projector for porn instead of homework. Of course…”
Gaila reached out and waved her hand through one of the men’s thrusting pelvises. Her hand slashed right through the air, momentarily dissipating the image like smoke made of pixels.
“It’d be better if you could touch as well as look.” Now ignoring the holograms, she turned her attention all the way to Oola. “So. Have you ever been with a human, Oola?”
“Wha… why would you ask that?”
“All the guys in the program are pinkskins. That’s a little telling, isn’t it?”
“It’s just the way the program is set up! Most people here are humans, so most of the inventory is going to be human stuff!”
Gaila smiled mischievously. “You haven’t tried one, have you? Kriff, you don’t know what you’re missing! I’ve been sampling them ever since I got here. I don’t think they let ‘em into the Academy unless they know what they’re doing. Of course, that only makes sense. Your average cadet here is passionate, driven, physically fit. Enthusiastic. Not bad qualities for a mate, are they?”
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Shendude
An intriguing start!
