Author's Note: Written for Calliope on her birthday. Edited by Aphrodite420
The First Time
By AquaSoulSis aka LadyFangs
Nyota Uhura was well aware that when most women recounted their first time making love, the stories were all the same.
First times were almost always reiterated with slightly lowered eyes, soft, wistful voices and small, dreamy smiles. She had heard it so many times, she had the script memorized. The male was almost always tall and handsome, dark or light. He was always kind and gentle and, of course, well-endowed. The lovemaking was always so good it made them see stars and Bambi always pranced in the lush green wood with the sun shining and rainbows coming out of his ass, birds chirping overhead.
Whenever she interjected to ask how something that consisted of sweat and blood and penetration could possibly elicit those kinds of feelings, she usually got THAT look- the look of pity. And it was usually accompanied by this statement:
"Oh, Nyota, when you're older…."
Whatever. She'd read the books. She'd seen the films. She'd even sat through labor. The tearing of vaginal tissue was not exactly on her list of top ten things to do. As far as she was concerned, it was a necessity, that's it. Life was never meant to be full of crystal stairs, and Nyota Uhura was pragmatic enough to call bullshit when she heard it.
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It was not until her sophomore year in Starfleet that Nyota Penda Uhura found herself in the most impossible position. She was smart, talented, Number One over-achiever—and a 20-year old virgin. But that wasn't the impossibility. The impossibility came in the individual her body seemed to have chosen to want to consummate with. And of all the eligible humanoid species in the galaxy, her pussy had chosen a Vulcan.
It was enough to make a grown woman scream.
And scream she did. It was the scream that tore from her throat that got the attention of her Orion roommate.
"I don't see what the biggie is. He's fine as hell. Nice chest, nice ass, tall, dark…those lips, those eyes. Yep. Works in my book," Gaila was presently perched naked on her bed, painting her green nail beds a hot pink.
Uhura was presently laying face down on her own bed, pillow over her head as she recounted her most recent discovery. After all, who better to consult with about sex than an Orion? Sure, it may have been stereotypical, but that didn't make it any less true. And even Gaila acknowledged it. Actually, she equated the Orion faith to the "free love" philosophy that had rocked the Haight-Ashbury and defined a particular generation of youth during Earth's 1960's.
Uhura flopped over onto her back with a huff.
"Gaila, even if it were possible that he may be…interested…to do anything about it would be career suicide."
"Yeah, but you gotta admit, it's a hell of a way to go."
Uhura let her flying pillow respond for her and the girls dissolved into laughter.
Still, the green girl wasn't too far off base. For, while Nyota herself wasn't one to tempt fate, apparently career suicide did not seem to deter the object of her affections.
She knew that later on in their relationship, people would look back and think she was the one to initiate it.
They would be so wrong.
It happened suddenly. It wasn't discreet at all.
One day, in broad daylight, she'd been on her way out of his classroom. She was the last one to leave.
Just as she approached the exit door, he called to her.
Curious, she turned around and went back to where he was standing by the lectern.
She looked up into his face, those eyes, and those lips. She felt her body go hot, and then—he reached out, grabbed her, and she learned at that moment what that mouth tasted like. what that body felt like as it was pressed against her.
It was something she NEVER wanted to let go of.
II
One day, when their story was told, it would be a fairy tale. They met, it was love at first sight, He was tall, dark and gorgeous, with a dick that swayed in the wind.
That wasn't even close.
Well, he was tall, dark and gorgeous…but his dick, er- lok, most certainly did NOT sway in the wind.
In fact…it didn't even sway from a whistle.
Humans had a name for it.
She couldn't have been more crushed if someone had run over her puppy and then jumped on it with steel-toed boots.
One night, her dreams of Lematya-like sex were dashed when she realized that the Vulcan she loved…was hung like a gnat.
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"I know this is your first time. I will be gentle."
They were currently in his flat, their bodies naked and entwined on his large, California-king sized bed.
The shades were drawn, casting the room into shadow.
She could feel the tickle of the hair on his arms and legs between hers as he stared into her eyes from above her.
Their hearts beat in sync, and for a minute, just a minute, she closed her eyes and dared to believe the fairy tales of first times she'd heard were true…
When his mouth met hers she moaned, and when his tongue slipped to her neck and sucked, she exhaled jagged breaths.
And as his tongue started dancing across her stomach, his hands gently kneading her breasts, she began to look at first time stories differently. And when his head dipped below her waist and he parted her nether lips with his tongue and took one long lick….
Her hips reacted of their own volition and she screamed her approval in every language she knew.
And when he brought her back down from her orgasm, she shifted beneath him, legs open, body wet and wanting, waiting to feel him inside her…and for them to become one.
She looked at him, her hair mussed, body slick with her sweat, eyes dark with want - and she knew, just knew, that fairy tales did come true….
He reared up, wrapping her legs around him, and she closed her eyes as he leaned in close, his hand slipping between her legs to part her, preparing her for what was to come.
She breathed deeply, expecting his first thrust, anticipating it…waiting for that feeling of being fulfilled in the way only a man could do….
And he thrust…and thrust…and thrust….
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Nyota's eyes popped open in shock as Spock writhed and panted above her, his movements growing increasingly faster until her legs bounced around him and he cried out in absolute pleasure before collapsing against her breasts.
His long fingers gently rose to her face and instantly her thoughts were flooded with his.
Warmth, love, pleasure…then…confusion…worry…concern.…
He pulled away and rolled off her, turning to face her as she stared at him in open-mouthed shock.
"Nyota, what is wrong? Are you injured?"
"Are you finished?" She heard her voice reply, and then mentally slapped herself at the stricken expression on his face.
"Did you not feel your climax?" he asked cautiously.
She threw the blankets off her body and rolled over to face him. How to put it as delicately as possible?
"I didn't feel anything."
His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at her and instantly retreated into full-Vulcan mode.
"Specify."
"Spock, I've never had sex before. I think I'm supposed to feel something. Something is supposed to happen. Look—"
She waved one hand at the still white-sheets, not a trace of their activities on them.
"There's nothing there, Spock. It's supposed to…you know..."
Her voice trailed off, and then her eyes lowered to the place where the sheet still covered his lower half.
Suddenly, her mind began to wrap around a hypothesis that she didn't quite want to believe….
"Spock…."
He looked at her warily as she scooted closer to him.
"Yes, Nyota?"
His voice was firm, his hand clasping the thin cloth that separated her from him.
"I want to see."
He looked at her.
"Specify."
This time, she felt a bit cross.
"You know what I mean!"
"Very well."
He let the sheet drop and when he did, she gasped.
"Is that it?"
"On Vulcan I am considered much larger than the average male due to my human heritage."
III
Long, tense moments passed between them as Spock simply stared blankly at her, and her skin flushed hot with embarrassment.
It had come out so wrong. Granted, there was no information on Vulcan biology…but she couldn't help but imagine that a species with superior strength, intellect…would have other...superior qualities, too.
Apparently not.
It was the length of her middle finger and just as thick too.
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Days after their doomed first sexual expedition, they sat together, fully clothed and trying to broach a most uncomfortable subject.
"But, how do Vulcans…."
"As you know, my species are touch-telepaths. Certain parts of the anatomy of Vulcan males are not as important as that of human males, as we have a telepathic contact that facilitates the additional stimulation."
She looked at him from her place on the other side of the table where they were now seated. Spock said nothing more, but raised his mug of tea to his lips and drank.
"But I am NOT a Vulcan woman. And neither was your Mother!"
At the mention of his parents, the tips of his ears flushed green.
"I understand if you find my performance…wanting. Your needs are most important and I understand and accept if you choose to search for another mate."
Fear gripped her at the thought of actually losing him and she quickly got up and walked around the table to straddle his lap.
Warm lips met hers in a kiss, and through the touch she could feel his trepidation.
"Spock," she murmured into his mouth.
"I love you. If your parents managed to deal with it, so will we."
He kissed her back and proceeded to carry her to his couch, where his oh-so-talented tongue handled the rest.
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Weeks later, their naked bodies once again peeled apart. His hair was mussed; their bodies gleamed in after-sex glow.
"Spock…."
She trembled at his touch as he pulled her into his embrace and gently nibbled at her neck.
"That was…."
"Yes," he whispered into her hair.
"That was…."
She could barely talk, and her legs were shaking as yet another post-orgasm hit her.
Through his touch she could hear his thoughts clearly.
"I am grateful we discovered the penis pump."
"And those male enhancement pills really worked, too!"
