RULES OF INFATUATION

*****

"Son of a Cardassian!" Kira cursed as her foot sank into the muck ankle deep -- again. She looked up into the relentless rain. It was lighter than it had been, but it was raining nonetheless. "There isn't a dry piece of land on this entire Prophet-forsaken planet."

Jadzia laughed as she extended a helping hand.

"What's so funny?" asked Kira, accepting her offer.

"Prophet. Profit... I just think that's funny."

"What the hell are we doing on Ferenginar anyway?" grumbled Kira.

"It's where the Federation Economics Conference was, remember?"

"That ended yesterday. So why are we *still* here?"

"Because Quark was nice enough to invite us to stay over for the Ferengi Winter Solstice celebration."

Kira grumbled again. "He invited *you* to stay. That little troll is positively infatuated with you. I'm sure it would have been just fine with him if I'd gone home." She looked about the area through wet bangs plastered to her forehead. "Frankly, that would have been fine with me too." She struggled forward a few more steps. "Why do we have to trudge through a botanical garden, anyway? Can't we at least find some pavement?"

"Fine," answered Jadzia, an amused smirk on her face. "This way," she said, taking Kira by the hand. "I'm sorry you can't appreciate this -- I guess it's just the science officer in me. It's the winter solstice, yet the temperature is still 27 degrees centigrade, and the annual fluctuation is only 7 degrees. Annual rainfall is over 240 centimeters. Humidity runs 85 to 95 percent..."

"I believe it," answered Kira as she picked a wedgie out of her butt. "One thing I *am* looking forward to," she continued, "is the chance to meet Ambassador Troi. I thought her speech was quite insightful -- it sure made those greedy Ferengi sit up and take notice. She's friends with Quark's mother Ishka, who is also Grand Nagus Zek's wife. The ambassador is supposed to be visiting Ishka as weeellllll...!" Catching her toe on a root, Kira belly-flopped into a puddle. "Prophets-damned-son-of-a-"

Again, the seemingly more sure-footed Trill laughed as she offered the Bajoran her hand once more. As Kira stood halfway up, her feet slid out from under her and she fell back, pulling Jadzia with her. Their soggy bodies fell against each other.

Jadzia's face was inches from Kira's. As she looked at her friend, rain water trickled off the end of her nose, onto Kira.

"Are you still enjoying this?" asked Kira.

Jadzia's smile had never left her face. "Aren't you?" She ground her hips slightly against Kira's.

"We can't. I'm a..."

"You're a what?"

"I'm a major. You're a..."

"...lot older than you, so obey your elders." Jadzia slowly lowered her lips toward Kira's. If the major had truly resisted, Dax would have stopped, but Kira just lay there, anticipating. Their lips met in the tenderest of kisses, which grew ever more forceful. Soon, their tongues were wrapped around each other's, as their hips bucked together.

Jadzia was clearly the aggressor, but Kira followed along willingly. The Trill pulled the front of Kira's uniform open to her waist and kissed her breasts. Her nipples had retreated from the cool rain, but Jadzia's hot tongue brought them out to full erectness.

Kira likewise opened Jadzia's uniform, but her gray undershirt made things more difficult. Dax quickly sat up and shed both her uniform blouse and undershirt. Completely topless, she lay back down on top of Kira, their breasts pushed together. They kissed again, sliding their rain-slicked tits against each other.

Jadzia grasped Kira's thigh just above the back of the knee. Raising it high, she slipped her own leg underneath, fitting into a scissors pose. Now, rather than just bumping hips, they were grinding their pussies directly against each other, albeit with a few microns of Starfleet and Bajoran fabric between them.

"Oh gods," moaned Kira. "Gods, yes!"

Jadzia grabbed a handful of Kira's wet red hair and gave it a playful pull. "Scream for me, Nerys." She thrust her pussy hard against Kira's. "I want to hear you come!" She thrust again, holding at the top of the thrust and grinding in a small circle.

In response, Kira wrapped her own legs around Jadzia, thrusting back as hard as she got. She grabbed Jadzia by the shoulders and buried her face in the Trill's spotted tits, shouting her pleasure as she came in wave after rain-soaked wave. Jadzia's orgasm followed in the wake of Kira's, and the warmth of their mutual juices spread between their legs.

After several moments of heavy breathing, Kira swallowed hard and smiled. "I don't think I've ever come with my pants on."

As they lay there in a shallow puddle, every stitch of clothing soaked through, Jadzia smiled back. "I don't think anyone will notice -- except for that smile on your face."

*****

Kira and Jadzia finally found Quark's house -- actually Quark's mother's house. It was a small anonymous dwelling in a neighborhood of small anonymous dwellings on the edge of the capital city. Kira was glad to see Rom answer the door -- she was in no mood to see Quark. They ducked their heads as they stepped through the low doorway.

"Thank you," said Jadzia. "I'm afraid we didn't dress for the weather." She gestured to their wet clothing. "Do you think we could get a towel?"

"Duh... sure!" responded Rom. "Moogie is in the salon. You can say hi while I get the towels."

Amused, Kira and Jadzia smiled and silently mouthed "Moogie" to each other before stepping into the next room.

Ishka sat at one end of a short couch -- the end nearest a fire glowing in the fireplace. "Oh, hello," the wrinkled old Ferengi said. "You must be Quark's friends."

Both Kira and Jadzia's jaws dropped. Ishka was naked.

She continued. "I believe you both know Ambassador Troi." She gestured to an easy chair across from her, where Lwaxana Troi sat. Lwaxana smiled and nodded hello. She was also naked.

Kira stuttered. "H-h-hello... Ishka... You're naked!"

"Well of course I am, dear. Ferengi women always go naked in their homes."

"But that's such an oppressive tradition. I thought you were opposed to it."

"Dear, dear. I only want women to have the right to *choose* if they want to wear clothes or not. I'm actually quite comfortable this way."

"It really is relaxing," added Lwaxana. "On Betazed, we often go nude during special events, but I've always enjoyed engaging in it whenever I could."

Jadzia laughed and turned to face Kira. "When in Rome..." she said, and promptly began removing her wet uniform. Moments later, she was stark naked.

"Good for you, dear," commented Ishka.

"My, what lovely spots, " added Lwaxana.

Just then, Rom returned with the towels. "Duh... here you go!" He politely handed them out and then left, the nudity around him not appearing to phase him a bit.

The three naked females now looked at Kira. "No way!" she said. "I am not getting naked here. Where's Quark? He could just barge in at any moment!"

"So what if he does?" asked Jadzia as she sat on a cushion on the floor. "If he has a problem with it..."

"He will *not* have a problem with it. What he *will* have is a holo-camera and a smile from ear to ear."

As if on cue, Quark came through the front door, dropping his wet cloak in the hallway. Entering the main room, he was dumbstruck to see Kira and a naked Jadzia.

"Quark!" welcomed his mother. "Your shipmates are here. Were these the ones you wanted to have sex with?"

"What?" cried Kira and Jadzia together.

"Mother!" Quark laughed a nervous laugh, like a pickpocket who'd just been caught. "I never said such a thing."

"Of course you did. That's why you invited them here for the Solstice celebration."

"Ishka," asked Jadzia, "just what kind of celebrating are we talking about?"

Ishka seemed surprised. "Quark! You mean you didn't even tell them? Shame on you." She then addressed her two new guests. "Ferengi tradition holds that one time, long ago, the Summer God was in debt and had to sell some of his rights to the Sun to the Winter God, leading to the shorter days of Winter. Once the Summer God had gotten his books in order, he bought back his Sun rights on what is now the Solstice, and the days began getting longer again."

She continued. "We celebrate this balancing of the books by nullifying all commitments for a day. This includes personal relationships. Even committed couples are allowed to have relations with anyone else they want."

"You flap-eared little troll!" cried Kira to Quark. "You brought us here for an orgy!"

Quark spread his hands pleadingly. "Come now, Major. It was all a simple misunderstanding."

"It was no misunderstanding, Quarkie," scolded his mother. "Just for that, I'll visit with your friends without you. Go down to the market and get us some tube grubs -- and don't hurry back!"

Quark could see there was no arguing with Ishka. He turned to leave, but his eyes fell on the naked Jadzia again. He froze as he gazed at her. Kira might have smacked him for such an act, but Jadzia was more pleased to rub his nose in the fact that he couldn't have her. Seated on the cushion, she crooked a leg to give him a full view of her neatly trimmed snatch, and gently tweaked one of her nipples, as if to say, "Too bad you can't stay." With his neck craned backwards toward Jadzia, Quark stumbled into the door on his way out.

"Well, I'm very sorry about that," apologized Ishka. "But really, Major, won't you make yourself comfortable?"

With one last look at Jadzia, Kira shrugged in resignation and said, "When in Rome..." as she shed her clothes.

*****

An hour later, as the women sat and drank and talked, Kira was much more comfortable with her nudity -- and Jadzia's as well. Ishka and Lwaxana exchanged knowing glances with each other as they noticed Kira touching Jadzia's thigh or nuzzling her ear.

Suddenly, there was a commotion near the front door. Suspecting Quark had returned, Kira grabbed a towel and held it over herself. It turned out to be Lwaxana's daughter, Deanna, and Rom's wannabe girlfriend, Leeta.

"Little One," said Lwaxana in welcome. "These are Kira and Jadzia. They work at Deep Space Nine with Leeta. They were at the conference."

"Hello," smiled Deanna. "Well, I see we're all getting comfortable." With no further preamble, Deanna began taking off her form-fitting blue dress -- the one with the asymmetrical neckline.

"Cool!" chimed in Leeta. She pulled her shirt off over her head, and her two enormous tits immediately bounced free. She pushed them together with her hands and let them fall back again. She even jumped up and down several times, watching them bounce and just generally reveling in her unabashed nakedness.

Leeta then peeled off her skintight pants and pulled off her thong, which was wedged deep between her butt cheeks. "Ahhh," she moaned as she rather vigorously rubbed her palm back and forth over her pussy -- the way someone might rub their hair after pulling off an itchy wool cap. Catching sight of Jadzia's exposed cunt, she did a double-take, looking from Jadzia's pussy, to her own, then back again. They each had a neatly trimmed vertical rectangle of hair above their holes. "Hey!" she exclaimed happily. "We're the same!"

"So we are," responded Jadzia as the bosomy Bajoran settled on the floor next to her. The two quickly began to explore each other.

While all this was going on, Deanna had approached Kira and turned her back. Feigning difficulty with her dress, she asked, "Could you give me a hand?"

"Of course," answered Kira, easily undoing the fastener and sliding it down the Betazoid's back. Kira eagerly watched inch after creamy white inch of Betazoid skin come into view. As the fastener reached the bottom of its run, Kira spied the cleft of the top of Deanna's ass. "No underwear," she mused -- unintentionally out loud, it turned out.

"Yes," smiled Deanna from underneath long dark curls. "I prefer it that way." As she turned to face Kira, the blue dress fell away, revealing bare breasts capped by large, brown, and seemingly quite aroused nipples. Deanna stepped forward, and her nipples kissed Kira's. She reached up and delicately traced the ridges of Kira's nose. "Leeta tells me the ridges are an erogenous zone for Bajorans."

Kira drew a quick breath as Deanna's finger traced its route. "It is... for some."

"How thrilling," responded Deana, her breath a hot whisper. "To be able to walk around in your everyday life, talk to men, to women... with your erogenous zones exposed to each other."

"It is only one," said Kira. She took Deanna's hand and guided it lower. "We have many."

Over by the fire, Lwaxana rose from her chair and moved over to Ishka's couch. "Happy Solstice, Ishka."

"Happy Solstice, Lwaxana." Their mouths met in a delicate kiss, but the tongues did not come out immediately -- that was for impetuous youths. Eventually, however, they were swept up in the passion that knows no age, and their tongues began to explore. As Ishka's hands delved between Lwaxana's thighs, the ambassador's tongue found a delicate groove in the Ferengi matriarch's ear. "By the Divine Treasury, you give great oo-mox, Lwaxie!"

Nearby, on the floor, Jadzia had managed to pull herself away from Leeta's enormous knockers and had sunk between her thighs, where she lapped at the Bajoran's overheating sex. As she used her tongue to tickle Leeta's clit, Jadzia was happy to find that Bajoran and Trill females shared the same basic physiology. Although Jadzia enjoyed new experiences with exotic aliens, she was just as glad to travel familiar terrain, knowing what worked and what didn't. She therefore plunged her tongue deeply into Leeta's hole, reveling in the Dabo girl's ecstatic response.

"Ahhh!" Leeta cried, thrusting her hips high into the air to feel every millimeter of Jadzia's tongue. The science officer took advantage of this and cradled Leeta's ass cheeks in her hands as she continued to eat her out.

"Careful," Leeta warned. "I don't know how familiar you are with Bajoran females, but we come -- a lot!"

"Do tell," teased Jadzia as the Dabo girl writhed beneath her.

As if in response, Leeta cried out as she let loose a powerful flood of juices. Even with the warning, Jadzia was caught by surprise. She swallowed the first mouthful, choked on the second, and was forced to let the rest spray across her face, dripping off her nose and chin like the Ferengi rain had a few hours earlier.

Nearby, Kira and Deanna were in a passionate embrace. The slim athletic Bajoran freedom-fighter was all sharp angles and wiry muscle. She reveled in the feel of Deanna's softer womanly curves. The bosomy fullness of her chest. The hourglass curve of her narrow waist and wider hips. The intoxicatingly soft roundness of her Betazoid ass.

As the two explored each other, they rotated their bodies until they ended up in a sixty-nine position. Kira was pleasantly surprised to find Deanna's pussy was shaved smooth. For most of her life, Kira had simply focused on the survival aspects of personal hygiene and not worried about such things as trimming. Even since the relative safety of Bajoran independence, she continued to consider such activities vain and a waste of time. But she had recently relented and Deanna now faced a neatly trimmed triangle of red Bajoran fuzz. The smooth feel of Deanna's bald pussy beneath her tongue, however, now had Kira pondering the same for herself.

Leeta crawled over and momentarily sucked and nibbled Deanna's breasts before moving down between her thighs with Kira. "May I join you?" she asked with a bright smile. As Deanna lay flat on her back on the floor, the two Bajorans spread her legs as wide as possible and resumed their shared pussy-licking.

From her resting spot on the floor, Jadzia looked up and noticed Ishka and Lwaxana enjoying each other on the couch. Ishka had her head back and legs spread, enjoying the oral attention of Lwaxana, who had her mouth between the Ferengi's legs and her ample Betezoid butt high in the air.

With a mischievous smile, Jadzia crawled up behind her and caressed her ass, planting light kisses on each cheek. This elicited a soft moan from the ambassador, who wiggled her ass in response. Jadzia continued kissing her as she slid her hands between her cheeks. Pulling them apart, Jadzia kissed the puckered opening inside. She kissed it again, licked it, then slid her warm wet tongue inside, prompting another moan from the elder Troi.

Withdrawing for a moment, Jadzia sucked two of her fingers. Gently she slid one inside Lwaxana's tight anus, following it quickly with the other. Fingering the Betazoid's pussy and clit with her remaining hand, Jadzia got her off as Lwaxana did the same to Ishka, who let everyone know she was coming with an ear-piercing Ferengi scream.

Deanna was coming as well, albeit much quieter. Also, to Kira and Leeta's mild disappointment, she did not produce nearly the volume of liquid they expected as her pussy clenched against their tongues.

After licking Deanna clean, the two faced each other and began using their tongues on each other. Leeta took gentle swipes at Kira's ridges, and when Kira tried to do the same, Leeta turned herself around so that they were in a kind of facial sixty-nine position, each using their tongues on the other's ridges.

As they each enjoyed the mutual pleasure of the other, Jadzia moved over to join in the fun. "Now there's no silly uniforms between us," she said hotly as she laid herself on top of the Bajoran. As Jadzia ground her naked pussy against Kira's, Leeta looked up and began licking the drying juice of Kira's pussy off Dax's face. Dax thrust and ground harder and harder against Kira, both their pussies leaking slick lube to make it all the more pleasurable.

"Say what you said in the garden," moaned Kira.

Smiling, Jadzia leaned forward and grabbed a handful of red hair once again. "Scream for me, Nerys. I want to hear you come!"

And Kira did. As the first torrent of Kira's warm pussy juice hit Jadzia's cunt, the Trill shifted down between her legs to catch as much in her mouth as she could.

Enjoying the show, Leeta was now resting her head against Deanna's bosom like a pillow. She was playing with herself, plunging three fingers in and out of herself as she watched the two DS9ers. Watching Kira come all over Jadzia's face sent Leeta over the edge. She bucked her hips and whimpered as she shot a second, smaller load herself. All the while, Deanna was gently stroking her ridges, enjoying the spectacle vicariously.

"Almost midnight," mused Ishka, looking at the chronometer. Lwaxana was relaxing with her head against her shoulder. Ishka looked around the room at the exhausted yet thoroughly sated women lounging about. "A most successful Winter Solstice celebration, I'd say."

She noticed a slight edge of anxiety creeping back into Kira's countenance. "Don't worry, my dear," Ishka soothed. "What happens on Ferenginar *stays* on Ferenginar."

(End)