Part 2

Phoebe's second boyfriend was more of a risk taker in the bedroom. He was a very handsome guy with a high level of intelligence. Anyone that wanted to date Phoebe had to have a brain, she never settled for anything less. What Phoebe failed to realize though is when her boyfriend had asked her if her sister Kathryn would be interested in going down on her, it was strictly because he had a thing for Kathryn. Phoebe on the other hand wasn't aware of this when she invited Kathryn into her bedroom.

The two of them had never done anything together, and they were both really nervous. Phoebe's boyfriend sat in the corner of the room and watched. Kathryn and Phoebe kissed very softly the first time, and soon the two of them were kneading the other's breasts. Kathryn had been surprised at how experienced her sister had been the entire time; it was almost like she had done the act before, even though she knew that she hadn't. When Phoebe began to finger Kathryn deeply, Kathryn let out a moan that could have been heard through the whole house.

At that very moment Phoebes boyfriend who was now at the edge of the bed, groaned deeply and managed to say that he had always wanted to fuck Kathryn more than her sister. Immediately the whole experience was over, and was never spoken about again. In fact the days of him being her boyfriend were over instantly as well.

But Phoebe had been a little bit different. Her sex drive was high. She really enjoyed the activity and had a hard time finding a partner that could keep up with her. She loved to experiment in bed trying new activities that would make a Klingon proud. Phoebe had no trouble adding anything to the mix that would add to her pleasure in the bedroom. Whether it was more people, or it was some kind of drug to enhance the experience. As long as it made her feel incredible she loved it all.

The first time that Phoebe had a female lover she nearly hit the ceiling. It had been a very good friend of hers who was almost 5 years older than she was. Phoebe never saw it coming; in fact it had only started shortly after she invited Phoebe to a party where they were inhaling Marijuana. The room had this large machine on the counter that sprayed the atmosphere with the scent all night. It had made Phoebe who had never tried the substance before, tingle. She had put her hand between her friend's legs after she saw two other couples on the opposite couch eating each other out. After that Phoebe and her friend came several times, and switched to other partners in the room before returning to each other by the end of the night. Phoebe loved those parties and she came often to them, not only to get high, but to enjoy the massive amounts of sex she received.

Phoebe had gotten the reputation for being a party animal by time she was in her late twenties. By the time she was thirty her sex life had basically fizzled out clean. The activity was no longer fun, it was more of a pain, and she saw it strictly as something to do after dating a guy for a few months. The men loved her abilities in the bedroom, but they were quickly out of her life because they were unable to make her happy. In short, they were all afraid of her.

At 32, Phoebe had gone without having sex for almost 3 years. She hadn't had a date in almost the same amount of time. Her work kept her busy and she was content to have that level of control. After a particularly tough week at work, she was on one of the turbo lifts out of the building when she had realized that she had forgotten one of the folders she needed to read for next week's presentations. She groaned and re-entered the building grabbed her folder and hurried out the door. She was just getting into her car when out of nowhere a car hit her from behind.

Phoebe was furious. Her car was only a month old. She got out of the car and went over to the driver of the opposite car. He got out of the car as soon as he saw her come over.

The man was very apologetic and over and over again said he was sorry. But Phoebe wasn't buying any of it. Her years as an attorney had changed her thinking. She was practically ready to throw the law book at him, when he asked if there was anything he could do for her.

Phoebe thought quickly. She had to go over to her mom's house tomorrow for dinner. It was sort of a ritual now for both of them to get together every week for a nice long dinner. Her mom always pointed out that she was always alone, but this time she figured she would surprise her.

"Have dinner with me tomorrow night, with my mom and I and I will forget the whole thing."

The man smiled. It had been a long time since a guy smiled that way at her. She felt a little cocky, and she said something that she shouldn't have said. But it had slipped and he had heard her. She blushed, and Phoebe never blushed. But the man's answer would have done that to any woman.

"Only if you like to be pleased the way you should be pleased."

"Come again?"

"I said I didn't get your name lovely. My name is Dave. I figured if you wanted to have dinner together that at least you should know my name. It might make the conversation a bit easier between us."

Phoebe gave him a half smile. "My name is Phoebe Janeway. And yes before you ask my sister is the one that was lost on Voyager a few years ago. "

"I thought that the name sounded familiar. Are you a graduate of Star Fleet academy as well?"

Phoebe laughed. "Hardly. I studied law at Yale. I was never interested in going to the academy.