Change Of Clothing

Trip

I was cradling the head of of a clearly upset T'Pol in my arms when the doctor entered her quarters. I couldn't quite suppress an annoyed grunt when the ship's medical officer came in, grinning like the cat that ate the canary and the rest of its family. Complete loss of vision was hardly something to be cheerful about.

Ignoring our state of undress, the doctor scanned T'Pol's head and his impossibly wide grin got even more extreme.

"Congratulations, Commander," he said to me, flipping his scanner shut. "You have managed something exceedingly rare, you have given a Vulcan female an orgasm. Quite an extra-ordinary achievement given their anatomy."

"Sorry doc, I must be missing the funny part," I disagreed with an annoyed tone in my voice. "If that means T'Pol's going blind, I wouldn't exactly call it an achievement, let alone one I should be commended for."

To my surprise the doctor took a seat and fixed us with an interested look.

"Commander, Subcommander, the loss of vision is only temporary. As you have obviously found out by now, the Vulcan female anatomy is not designed to make sexual contact as easily pleasurable as it is for females of other species. When a climax does happen, however, the effects are profound, as it temporaily overloads the neuro-pathways. What the Subcommander is experiencing is a simple neurological overload that will subside in a matter of a few hours."

"Talk about bein' short-shifted," I said and shook my head. I looked down at T'Pol who appeared somewhat calmer now, but was quite openly seeking my touch for reassurance, despite Phlox's presence. Although the doctor had seen both of us in the nude before, I covered T'Pol and myself with the duvet.

The doctor acknowledged the move with a grin.

"If you are uncomfortable with your condition, Subcommander, I can of course reverse the effects by injecting appropriate medication, but I can assure you there will be no lasting effects, no matter how often you repeat the experience. In fact, with experience the effects will be less severe."

"You mean..." I started to ask.

"Yes, Commander," the doctor continued, still sporting that impossibly wide grin. "You can compare it with human muscle tissue. If you overexert yourself, your muscles will ache, but regular exercise will enable them to become accustomed to the demand."

I couldn't help but grin after the doctor had left to make his way back to sickbay. Now that was an idea I could get used to. How cool was that?

"I take it you will be readily available for 'training' my neurological system?" T'Pol remarked dryly and I laughed. She was definitely getting better at cracking jokes and she had almost read my mind.

"Of course Subcommander," I declared, mimicking her stilt-speak. "After all it was I who brought this disagreeable condition upon you."

Instead of answering she snuggled up a little closer to me, waiting for her vision to return.

T'Pol

When I opened my eyes, the chronometer showed 0530, unusually late a time for me to wake up, but our activity the night before had not been exactly my usual way to spend the evening either. The fact that I could see again meant that Doctor Phlox's diagnosis had been correct and the loss of vision was indeed temporary, albeit quite lengthy. What it also meant was that Commander Tucker and I had obviously fallen asleep and spent the night in my quarters, a thought that I did not find to be entirely disagreeable at all, especially since he still maintained close contact.

My head was resting in the crook of his shoulder and his arm was slung protectively around my torso, his hand cupping one of my buttocks. It appeared that Lieutenant Reed was not the only human, who harbored a fascination with my derrière. I made a mental note to consult Ensign Sato about that strange interest in a body part that served a vital if not particularly tasteful purpose.

I concentrated on his emotional state and through the close touch-telepathic contact I found nothing but contentment. He was sleeping contently, and I put my arm around his waist, determined to use the remaining ninety minutes of our rest to listen to his steady heartbeat, realizing that the soft, regular sound had an almost meditative effect on me. I could certainly use that as our first substantial intimate encounter had prevented me from meditating the night before.

-=/\=-

My mind was still conflicted and confused after Ensign Sato had taught me the basics of how human females dealt with sexual arousal when no intimate partner was available, a technique referred to by the term masturbation.

There had been several noteworthy discoveries. The first, and perhaps most surprising one was, that I had become aroused by watching Ensign Sato demonstrate the procedure. I had never become excited by the thought or sight of a female body. As a working theory I attributed that discovery to aftereffects of my most pleasurable encounter with Commander Tucker the night before.

Having made an appropriate adaption to the technique to account for my slightly different Vulcan anatomy I had succeeded in resolving my arousal by inducing sexual climax, but it had been lacking the intensity of the climax induced by Commander Tucker's stimulation. My vision had returned within ninety minutes after the event, much faster than after the experiment with the ship's chief engineer.

I had used the time to record my report. Due to ensign Sato's modification to my PADD's firmware, it was now operable without the need for vision. I had memorized the layout of the user interface and the communications officer had modified the software to emit different sounds when my searching fingertips were over a specific element. A most helpful addition to bridge the time necessary for my neural pathways to recover.

I had now two recordings of myself and Ensign Sato using the technique, but I suspected it would create some discomfort when I would ask Commander Tucker to demonstrate the technique for recording purposes. I would certainly need to allow him to consume two or three bottles of his favorite beverage and make sure I would expose my body sufficiently to facilitate the necessary arousal.

Ensign Sato had volunteered to 'put on a show' for the commander to arouse him during the procedure, but I had decided to decline. Another person in attendance would most likely just exacerbate the Commander Tucker's discomfort, and I was not sure if too much involvement of the young linguist in my experiments wouldn't have a detrimental effect to the burgeoning relationship between Lieutenant Reed and the ensign. So far the sight of my own unclothed body had been enough to arouse the Commander and as long as that was the case there was no need for more radical measures.

Now that my vision had recovered, I could work through the contents of my inbox. The first three entries were confirmations coming from Doctor Phlox that he had conducted the weekly checkup of Commander Tucker, Lieutenant Reed and Ensign Sato. I had decided to limit the pool of potential candidates for my experiments and all three officers had agreed to undergo the weekly certification of their intimate health. The fourth one was the long-awaited answer from my mother. Surprisingly it was encrypted with her own private key that I had left with her before being assigned to Enterprise.

My surprisingly perceptive daughter,

Should you ever be able to break away from your duties long enough to pay a much anticipated visit to your home, you must be aware that I am no longer living on my own. Due to no small interference on your behalf, V'Dor and I have seen the logic of pursuing a betrothal. We are currently in the process of joining our estates and we have decided to leave his dwelling standing for the case that you would ever decide to return to our world or even consider taking a mate to provide the grandchildren that women of my age are usually privileged to tend to.

On the latter account I am of course not too hopeful. Our relations might have been strained in recent years, but I am still your mother and in that capacity I can easily determine that the attraction of this Commander Tucker is not entirely one-sided. Logic would dictate that I must now lecture you on the lack of such in that fact, but my logic fails me considering the material on your experiment 1B. You quite rightfully assigned the highest rating to his appearance, in fact I would most likely have rated his appearance even higher, but I urge you to consider how short-lived those humans are. Unlike ours their decline with age is fairly linear, which means in ten to fifteen years your commander might have lost most of the attributes that make him such a fascinating specimen at this time.

Attached to this communication you shall find my personal encryption key to apply to further communications. Your research is obviously quite thorough and you will soon venture into topics that the authorities do not necessarily need to be made aware of. Before you start experimenting with physical intimate concepts, I urge you to consult with your doctor Phlox. I doubt any of the humans would possess the necessary finesse, much less the patience, to induce sexual climax, but should it happen, there are physiological aspects to be considered.

On behalf of your insinuation that I would further expose myself to V'Dor, I have the disagreeable duty to admit that you were right. It does indeed provide a sort of illicit satisfaction to observe his fascination with my physique. The annual heat wave has already passed, so continuing to divest myself of all clothing would be too obvious a gesture, however I have found that meditating in a partial state of undress is unexpectedly effective in providing the necessary comfort to deal with my emotions while keeping my new housemate 'on his toes' as the humans at the academy say.

V'Dor has admitted that the atmosphere of a darkened room, only lit by a meditation candle with me meditating with a bare torso stirs much stronger emotions than seeing me completely unclothed in the garden. To facilitate that I procured a type of garment called 'Leggins' from one of the shops in the human compound. So if you have access to such apparel it might be worthwhile to test the theory on your Commander Tucker.

Unfortunately the garment does not lend itself to hiding any deficiencies of one's body. I doubt you will experience any problems in that regard, however I have noticed to my chagrin that age and general lack of exercise has saddled me with additional weight. If you have any helpful information on exercises to facilitate expedient weight loss do not hesitate to include it in your next communication.

Your fairly invigorated mother.

I raised an interested eyebrow, wondering if my mother was suffering from a condition I had so far only seen in human females – the irrational perception of being overweight. Of course my mother's physique had become somewhat more robust with age, but T'Les' appearance could easily rival that of females four decades her junior. However, I made a mental note to consult doctor Phlox on the matter of weight loss and muscle training for Vulcans.

Before starting to assemble my reply to my mother I researched the garment called 'Leggins' and to my satisfaction I noticed it was a type of pants I had seen being worn by many females in the ship's gym, which meant the quarter master would surely be able to provide such clothing. I started to assemble my reply.

My revered and entirely predictable mother,

Without wishing to sound patronizing, may I remind you that I had suggested pursuing a new betrothal as early as a decade ago? It is most agreeable to hear that my interference has helped you in that regard and I am convinced your chosen mate can see the agreeable aspects of my suggestion as well.

On the matter of your weight loss I shall consult with doctor Phlox, however I am convinced that nominal weight is not your problem. What you need to do is rebuilding muscle mass in your thighs and the gluteus maximus. I am sure as a scientist you shall be able to devise exercises to train these muscle groups.

I am grateful for your presence of mind to provide your encryption key as I would otherwise have foregone sharing my latest research with you. I rely upon your utmost discretion when listening or viewing the various recordings. They will hopefully challenge your misconception about the finesse of humans, as you will see that Commander Tucker was quite able to induce what you deemed improbable and as you will also see that I have found out about the temporary debilitating effects of sexual climax on my own. I have discovered that the length of after-effects is quite effective in evaluating the intensity and qualiry of the experience. Unfortunately most humans do not seem to be too fond of such instantaneous quantification of their skills.

Regarding your observation that the Commander's attraction is reciprocated, I see no reason to deny the fact. However I shall hold off informing him of the fact as I assume it would influence my research if we were to engage in an intimate relationship. I find that necessity quite disagreeable however, as I have realized that sharing the bed with him (for the purpose of sleeping, mother) made sleep significantly more restful. Did you know that listening to a human's heartbeat has a meditative effect?

I shall now end this transmission as I find myself impatient to test your suggestion to improve my meditation.

Your busy daughter.

-=/\=-

It was becoming a recurrent pattern that I experienced impatience. Commander Tucker would of course be punctual as always, but for some illogical reason time seemed to pass slower the nearer it came to the time of his arrival.

When the arranged sequence of door bell buzzes sounded, I asked him to enter, trying to appear much calmer than I realistically was. I closed my eyes and waited for the Commander's reaction. I could hear that he closed and locked the door, but he did not offer an immediate verbal reaction, which caused a moment of impatience and insecurity I had not expected.

What my sense of smell did notice however was the almost explosive emission of pheromones. Apparently the setup was most successful. Finally a verbal confirmation came, if perhaps somewhat vulagar and uncouth.

"I'll be damned!"