Nicole update

Helo came downstairs the next morning feeling like a new man. A shower, a shave, his own clothes on his back, and an evening of breathing fresh air had worked all the military out of his system. All that, plus Nicole’s company, and he was walking on Cloud Nine.

Sharon and Kara were waiting for him at the foot of the stairs. Kara looked to be nursing a hangover, but it being Starbuck, she was recovering from it amicably. Sharon, Karl guessed, had checked out of the festivities early. She pushed herself hard on the Galactica and on solid ground, her first priority was catching up on sleep. She looked radiant now that she’d relaxed. In fact, with both of them out of the businesslike sexlessness of their uniforms and in their more flattering civvies, it was easy to remember they were women. Women who were beautiful as hell…

Nicole came up behind him. She was still wearing the red dress from last night, but there was nothing shameful in her walk. She looked like she could’ve come straight from a fashion show catwalk, the only imperfection that her hair was damply darkened from her shower, and that hardly counted. She took Karl’s arm and linked fingers with him on the last leg down the staircase.

“Karl, you dog,” Kara spat at him good-naturedly. “Your first night of freedom and you take the hottest woman here. You could’ve at least shared…”

“He could,” Nicole observed wryly, eying her old lover. “But you can’t.”

“She shares herself often enough,” Sharon quipped, earning a punch in the arm from Kara.

Karl held up his hands to call for peace. “If we were going to banter about Starbuck’s sex life, we could’ve done it on the Galactica. Doesn’t anyone have something more exciting to do?”

“I did, but you got to her first,” Kara said. She snaked an arm around Sharon’s waist and pulled her close. “Guess I’ll have to settle for whatever’s lying around…”

Sharon wrestled away from her. “In your dreams, Thrace. Hey, Nicole, you’re a native. What’s there to do on this planet that’s fun and cheap enough for three grunts?”

Nicole’s eyes flicked to Karl with a smirk and a leading gaze, but she didn’t bring back the smutty innuendo that was Kara’s preferred method of communication. “If you want, I could give you the grand tour.”

“Oh yes,” Kara moaned, resting her chin playfully on Sharon’s shoulder. “Show us all the sights.”

***

She didn’t, but it was a near thing. They hit the tourist hot spots, had the bittersweet pangs of seeing other grunts doing the same as them, trying to have some fun without drinking themselves to death. That urge they managed to hold off on until they’d taken in a game of Pyramid. After that, they pooled their money and rented a guest house out in the boonies. They also bought a whole backpack of spirits, a deck of cards, and so many condoms that they overflowed from Kara’s pocket, to her genial delight. They also bought Nicole a Colonial special—cheap, sturdy clothes that she could wear to keep her dress from getting too rank before they got to a dry cleaner.

So, with the sun down but none of them tired, and no one too eager to hit the free-floating orgies of bars and dance floors during Fleet Week, they gathered around a table in the guest house and played cards.

Karl threw the first hand. He didn’t know if he’d call himself command material, but he could come up with a good plan on occasion. So after he folded, he stood up and took off his shirt. Sharon raised a delightedly scandalized hand to her mouth, while Kara fanned herself with her cards. Nicole just looked bemused.

“Is that the way we’re playing?” she asked.

“Why not?” Karl replied. “I don’t think any of us here have anything to hide.”

Nicole toyed leadingly with the shoulder strap of her dress. “But you know what I’m wearing underneath this…”

“Play your cards right and no one else will know,” Karl quipped.

Kara flushed a little, biting her lip, and Nicole smiled. It wasn’t quite peer pressure, but the other women’s approval—and shock—was enough to get her to go along with it.

They kept playing, drinking shots and smoking cigars, with no one emerging as the frontrunner. Karl was stripped to his boxers, while Kara and Sharon went down to their underwear. Kara actually took her bra off before her tanktop, and now her stiff nipples pressed at the tight confines of her top, ensuring she was eyed as much as the cards.

For her part, Nicole lost her dress, and her high heels. She kept playing after that in her bra, stockings, garters, and panties, winning hand after hand as if taunting the others with her perfect body inside the most decadent lingerie imaginable. She even undid the hook on her bra, letting it fall a ways down her pert breasts, but did nothing else to take it off. The thought that it would be all the way off the next time she lost a hand was on everyone else’s minds, but that only served to illustrate the distance between wishes and reality. Perhaps taking advantage of their distraction, Nicole kept herself steadily afloat as the others were shorn like a herd of sheep.

It wasn’t that Nicole was competitive. In fact, nothing much mattered to her at that table besides Karl’s prick. She could see it bulging through his boxers and knew that swelling had everything to do with her, and oh-so-very-little to do with the two other beauties at the table, no matter how much they undressed. Just letting herself feel how he was lusting after her made Nicole’s silk panties drip with wetness.

Only a human could come up with a game like this, she thought. Why don’t we all just take our clothes off and do what we really want to do?

Of course, it wasn’t like there was anything stopping her…

“Why don’t we make things interesting?” Nicole suggested as she shuffled the deck once again.

“From where I’m sitting, they’re pretty interesting already,” Kara quipped.

Nicole dealt to her first. “Every hand we play has a winner and a loser. New rule: from now on, every winner gets sixty seconds to do whatever they want to the loser.”

Kara took a deep pull from her cigar and breathed smoke across the table to Nicole’s gorgeous face. “Anything?”

Nicole leaned into the cloud of smoke until she emerged on the other side, the glowing cherry ember at the tip of Kara’s cigar glowing in her eyes. “Anything.”

“Frak,” Karl muttered, taking a shot.

Sharon seemed to have a fine sheen of sweat over her luscious body too, and it wasn’t like she was wearing too many layers. Appropriately enough, she lost the next round. Kara won. Wearing a Cheshire cat grin, the blonde sauntered up from her chair and gestured to Sharon. Her almost-willing victim moved to undo her bra, but Kara stopped her, her gesturing finger now swishing from side to side in reproach.

“I’ll take care of that,” she said. “C’mere.”

Sharon went to her, quivering a little. Kara took her in her arms, squeezing her as if to hold her too tight to shake, and their lips met. However reluctant Sharon had been, her tongue now danced in Kara’s mouth.

Kara slipped the straps of Sharon’s bra off her shoulders and kissed the bare skin she exposed. Then, undoing the hook in back, she kissed the skin underneath as it opened. Finally, Sharon’s bra fluttered off her chest. Instinctively, Sharon moved to catch it as it fell down. Kara grinned, kneeling behind her, kissing her way down the ridges of Sharon’s spine.

“That’s okay, Boomer,” she said. “I wasn’t taking that off. Just loosening it for you…”

With Sharon’s hands occupied by holding her bra in place, Kara pulled her panties down off her round little hips. She bent forward and kissed each of Sharon’s pert buttocks, then kept going lower, brushing her lips along the backs of Sharon’s thighs, behind her knees, always teasing her with a kiss, but never following through. Not until she was down at Sharon’s feet. She picked one up, held it to her mouth, and sucked at Sharon’s big toe.

Sharon moaned obscenely. Kara had made her want to be touched, touched in any way, and now Kara’s mouth satisfied her in ways Sharon couldn’t begin to articulate.

Kara stood, coming up in front of Sharon. She bent forward, to Sharon’s breasts, the bra Sharon was holding there seeming flimsy protection indeed.

“You can’t,” Sharon muttered, some vestige of rules and regulations clinging to her flustered mind. “You took my panties already…”

“That’s right. I did,” Kara grinned with pride at the fact. “Don’t worry, I’m not taking your bra. I’ll just make you wish I had…”

She pulled Sharon’s hands aside a little ways—not enough to make her unhand the bra, but enough to clear a path. She leaned in, nuzzling against Sharon’s barely clothed chest, and mouthed an erect nipple through the scant covering of the bra. She worked the nipple right through the fabric, pleasured it with her lips and her tongue until Sharon was squeezing her thighs together, clenching her buttocks, doing anything to deny the delicious feeling inside her—and anything to make it just a little stronger.

Then Kara pulled away from her, a big grin once more splitting her puckishly cute face. “One minute,” she purred. “Not nearly enough time—here’s hoping for a winning streak…”

She left Sharon numb, almost buzzing, and without bothering to do her bra back up, Sharon dropped back into her seat, her eyes wide and vacant. When the cards were dealt again, she could barely pick up her hand.

Still, she didn’t lose the round. This time Kara was on the receiving end, Karl claiming victory. Nicole watched with a catlike mix of interest and vexation as Karl got up and walked over to Kara, who toyed with the waistband of her panties and the hem of her tanktop in equal measure.

“Well, which one am I losing, Mr. Helo, sir?” Kara smirked. “Wanna see how I shave my cunt hair? Or if my nipples are pierced?”

“I do wanna see what shape your landing strip’s in,” Karl said, circling behind her. “But I also wanna know if you’re pierced—guess I’ll find out for myself.”

He embraced her, his big hands slipping under her tanktop, around her body to the bare breasts that filled the tight garment. There, they first cupped her full tits, then dug into them. Kara gasped, feeling his callused fingers stroke their way to her nipples, squeeze them, then pull at them. He pinched them at the base, then tugged at them as far as they could go, until they were stretched so tautly that pain blossomed in them. Only then did he allow them to slide back through his fingers, returning to their place crowning her breasts.

Every time he did this, her nipples ended up throbbing more than they had before. They were growing fatter and firmer under his ministrations—it felt like boiling hot blood was filling them, more and more of it, gallons. And that blood was rushing to her groin too, making her pussy throb, her clit swell, wetness flooding her cunt and stickily touching the crotch of her panties.

Until finally, it was time. Kara didn’t realize the minute had elapsed at first, only that Karl’s hands went still on her breasts and slowly pulled back. She made a moan of protest, then realized where she was and what was happening. All of a sudden Karl’s hands dropped to her panties and ripped them from her hips. That jolted Kara back to reality. Her hands shot to her pussy, hiding it from view until she sat down. She didn’t mind everyone seeing her cunt. She just didn’t want them to see how wet it was.