Rating: smut, pure smut (aka NC-17) - actually this part is PG or PG-13
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Subject: You and a good friend have been forced to attend a galactic conference. And lucky for you, Jedi security is in force.
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You groan as you take your seat in the chair that barely supports the width of your thighs and try not to touch the people on either side of you whose chairs are positioned tightly against yours. Well at least you have a friend sitting to your right. It would be even worse if you would've had to take on space travel and a day-long conference on Management Skills for the Non-Management Professional all by yourself.
You pull up the desk surface that hangs off the side of the chair and set it into place. It's more a resting perch than anything else. Oh sure, you brought the token legal pad and pen, and they will certainly come in handy for the required doodling and games of tic-tac-toe that will most likely ensue during this mind numbing event.
Your friend puts up her desk as well and flings her legal pad with resounding disenchantment. "All set for Management Skills for the Underappreciated and
Exploited."
You giggle at her dry tone. "Well, look at it this way. At least it's here on Aldaraan. It's a fairly decent hotel, and the beach isn't too terribly far away. I mean, they could've sent us to Hoth or something."
She shakes her head. "Just wait 'til next year. This is all a ruse. Just trying to suck us in with this nice resort thing."
The two of you start thumbing through your conference booklet. "Oh look," you
say. "They've bulleted all the points for us so we won't even have to take notes."
"Cool," your friend says a little too loudly. "Let's blow this popcorn stand."
"Sorry," you reply. "You think all the Jedi are here to escort our important speakers? Nah, they're here to make sure no one tries to leave."
"Damn," she says. "Well, looks like another double-elimination tic-tac-toe tourney.
"Prepare to be sorely defeated," you tease.
"Yeah, dream on, sister," she answers back.
Suddenly there is much scurrying in the room as people take their seats. A man has approached the podium.
"Oh goody," you exclaim with as much fake excitement as you can muster. "It's gonna start, it's gonna start!"
"Excuse me, everyone?" The man at the podium begins to speak in a nasal, whiney voice.
"Oooooh nooooo," your friend groans.
"Could I have your attention please. We'd like to get started," he says. The tinny quality of his voice does not waver.
"Please don't let him be the speaker. Please don't let him be the speaker," you repeat in a whisper.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am happy to tell you that I will be your speaker for the bulk of the day," he says.
Your friend leans close to you, "I think I feel my brain beginning to bleed."
You giggle, only to be silenced by the dirty glare of the large, smelly man to your left. You lean in as close to your friend as you can without becoming too personal.
The man at the podium continues, "And I am very, very pleased. In fact, extremely pleased to announce that we have a surprise guest today."
You friend turns to your ear and whispers, "Whaddya think? The men's water polo
team?"
You suppress your laughter with the delightful image of a group of hard-bodied men wearing practically nothing standing in front of you all day.
"Our guest today is Chancellor Palpatine who just so happens to be on Alderaan on galactic business and is a close personal friend of Pred Fryor, the founder of Pred Fryor Seminars."
"Duh," you say.
"Shut up. Don't make me laugh," your friend says.
The warbly speaker continues, "So, please welcome Chancellor Palpatine."
The crowd begins a tentative applause led by the brown nosers sitting in the front row. They then stand as Chancellor Palpatine enters so everyone follows suit. Of course you can't see a damn thing with these people standing up (and yes you are standing, too), but you don't really care.
"So does anyone know his first name?" your friend asks.
"Bob," you respond as she chuckles.
Everyone finally takes their seats as the Chancellor begins. "Thank you. It is an honor to be with you today for this Pred Fryor seminar, Management Skills for Non-Management Professionals. Being Chancellor of the Galactic Senate, I hope that I can contribute what I have learned in my experience, and I think you will find my anecdotes quite fascinating. In fact," the Chancellor does an odd waving thing with his arm, "you *will* find these anecdotes *extremely* fascinating."
A hush settles among the crowd, but you and your friend remain restless, already caught in a hot duel of X's and O's. "Geez, confidant isn't he?" your friend writes on your paper.
You give a token look up at the podium and then something else catches your eye. To the right and left of the Chancellor stand two very handsome men.
"Holy shit," you write on the paper.
"What?" your friend writes back.
"Check out the Jedi," you write.
"Duh. Which ones?" she writes.
"Dead ahead. 11:00 and 1:00."
She looks up pretending to be quite taken with Palpatine and furiously scribbles "notes". "Holy shit is right. You know I love a man with a light saber."
"So maybe this won't be so boring after all," you write.
"Jedi's read minds!" she writes.
"So they say," you write.
"I like the tall one. Imagine that hair all over you," she writes.
"I'm leaning toward the blonde myself," you write.
"Good, no fighting then," she writes. "Imagine that big man begging for it."
You clench your teeth in order to keep yourself from cracking up. You try a cough to cover up the snickers, although nobody seems to notice. Except for the two Jedi in question who are staring right at the two of you.
"OMG," your friend writes in very large letters. "They're staring right at us. Think they're interested?"
"They think we're freaks," you write. You look up again to see that the blonde one is still looking at you. "Oh, the things I'd do to him," you write hearing your friend try to hide her own snicker upon reading your words.
//What things?//
You jump. Who said that? It was loud. You look at your friend.
"You alright?" she whispers.
"Didn't you hear that?" you whisper back.
She gives you a funny look. "You're losing it," she whispers.
You shake your head a little and go back to doodling.
//What things?// There it is again! Loud and clear in your head.
You look up to see the blonde Jedi staring dead into your eyes with a soft, mischievous smile on his face. You drop your pen and hear it roll on the floor beneath you and tumble down all the steps in front of you.
You have the vaguest sense that your mouth is gaping open.
//It is.//
You clamp your mouth shut and grab the desk very hard.
//Relax//
Your hands are shaking. This is insane.
//You started it.//
//Me?// you think to yourself.
//Yes, you.// You turn hesitantly to look at your friend and are not as surprised as you normally would be that she is staring straight ahead, her eyes as wide as saucers, and she's jamming her pen into her pad, creating a large blue dot that continues to grow in the center of the paper. You follow her line of vision and see that she's staring at the tall,
long-haired Jedi and he seems to be looking at her.
//Hey, why are you staring at him?//
Your eyes focus back on the beautiful face that is still smiling at you. It's a smarmy look he's giving you, but it's beautiful nonetheless.
//Aren't you going to talk to me?//
This feels a little too weird, but you try it anyway. You think, //Like this?//
//Yes, that's right. It's perfectly natural really. People think about things all the time.//
//But they don't usually converse this way// you reply.
//That is true. But it's better than listening to this conference// he says.
A smile spreads across your face. The resonance of his voice is making your
breath catch a little. But he's a smart ass, too. You like that alot.
//Who are you calling a smart ass?// he asks.
You realize now how difficult this is going to be. //Sorry// you repond.
//Well, I will forgive you if you answer my question// he says.
//What question?// you say.
//You said, and I quote, "Oh, the things I'd do to him." So I asked you what
things// he says, the smirk never leaving his face.
Now you really can't breathe. The echo of the "Oh," which he has turned into
"Oooh," is leaving your brain swimming. And you can tell he's really enjoying
watching you squirm.
//Yes, I am// he says
//Damn// you finally say in your head. //I can't think anything, can I?//
//I'm sorry// he says a little kinder. //I shouldn't tease you//
//No, you shouldn't// you say. You then look over at your friend who is perfectly catatonic.
//Don't worry about her// he says. //Master Qui-Gon will take very good care of
her//
You look back at him. He really has beautiful eyes.
//Thank you// he says.
//Sorry// you say.
//What for?// he says.
You breathe a heavy sigh. You're actually starting to get a headache from all this brain talk.
//Here, let me take care of that// he says. //Just trust me and relax a little//
You take in a breathe and look into his eyes, unfocusing yours a little, but not
too much. In an instant, the pain is gone.
//Better?// he asks.
//Yeah, good trick// you say.
//I know many// he says.
//I'll bet you do// you say. You hear a lovely chuckle in your head You put your hand to your face to cover your mouth to make sure no one sees you smiling too broadly.
//Don't do that// he says. //I want to see your smile. You have a beautiful smile//
You gasp. And then you feel your cheeks turn bright red.
//Don't be embarrassed// he says. //Put your hand down//
You obey and rest your arm on the desk.
//Good// he says.
Your cheeks are still flushed. You are not beautiful and you know it. I mean, you look alright somedays, and you're having a pretty good hair day considering the space travel and the humidity on this planet, but--
//Do you always chatter like this?//
//Uh, yeah// you respond.
//Hmmm...// he says thoughtfully. //We'll just have to do something about that.//
There is a tease in his voice that is making the rest of you a little warm as well.
Now you feel pressure to think everything correctly. This is the challenge of your life, making sure that no dumb thoughts come into your head.
//I told you to relax// he says.
//Easy for you to say// you reply. //You probably have a little more thought control than I do.//
//Yes, I suppose I do. But controlled thought can be fun. Let me show you.//
All of a sudden, you have the very odd sensation of him being behind you. You feel strong hands suddenly rest on your shoulders. You jump in your chair and swing your head around to look behind you. Nobody there but the nearly-snoozing conference attendees.
//You see?// he says.
//OK, forget it. This is too weird. You're freakin' me out.//
His face softens a bit. //I'm sorry. Let's try something else. Tell me your name//
You give him a sideways glance, unsure if you should really give out your name. But it's soooo hard to concentrate on not thinking your name.
//Wait, we'll try something else. I don't want to give you another headache// he says.
//Thank you// you say.
//I like your eyes. I like how your eyelashes flutter when I talk to you// he says.
//Oh gee,// you say sarcastically //I feel perfectly comfortable now//
//Would you prefer that I leave you alone? I don't want to force this on you// he offers sincerely.
//No!// you respond a little too quickly. //I mean, it's fine.// Why play coy, you figure. The man is across the room from you after all. You see a bigger grin on his face, as he's obviously picked up that thought.
//So, I take it that you're not going to answer my question?// he says.
You then look around the room at the other attendees who are now just about drooling from boredom at the Chancellor's fascinating anecdotes.
//Don't worry about them. They can't hear you// he says.
You then look at the handful of other Jedi's scattered around the room.
//They can't hear you either. Besides, what do you think they're doing?// he says.
//Geez, you guys seem so cool and controlled. I didn't know you picked up chicks like this.// you say.
Again, more sweet laughter in your head. You're starting to loosen up a little. And what's the harm? After all, it's not like your dating anyone. In fact, you haven't had a date in ages. And the ones you do go on are so dreadful and certainly never as beautiful as this man. And even if you were seeing someone, it's not like you're actually doing
anything, you're just sitting her after all and--
//You're doing it again// he says. //Chattering. You are chattering again. No wonder they had to send you to this conference.//
//Why you...if we weren't in the middle of this big den of despair, I'd march right down there and--//
//Now you're talkin'// he says, another sly grin forming on his face. //And what? What would you do?//
You try to get your breathing under control.
//It's okay, don't be embarrassed.//
You stare at him.
//Show me// he says.
A smile forms on your lips and you continue to stare at him, thinking about nothing but just staring at him.
//Your're teasing me// he said.
//Yes// you say, giving him an evil grin.
//Show me// he says once more, a little more insistent, the tone of his voice a harsh hisper.
You take a deep breath, summon up all the courage you know you must have in you someplace and harness the image in your brain of walking down the steps with purpose, pinning him up against the wall with your body and using your lips to take a nice, long tug on his lips. You finish coyly by flicking his top lip with your tongue.
Then you shut off the image and notice that he has shifted on his feet ever so slightly. //Wow// he says. //A little more than I expected on your first effort//
The reality of what has just occurred between you hits you like a slap in the face. //OH MY GOD// you think very loudly. You can't believe that he actually received that.
//Calm down// he says
You drop your face into your hands. //Too late// you say.
//Shhhh// he says, trying to reassure you. //I rather enjoyed that. You just caught me a little off-guard//
//I'm sorry// you whine. This is so unlike you. You're normally so conservative. Well not so much conservative, but you usually don't go walking around kissing guys you don't know, although you didn't really *kiss him*, kiss him, but--
//Oh yes you did// he says.
Your brain comes to a dead halt.
//Okay, now my turn// he says.
You feel a shudder go through you.
//Alright, let's slow it down a bit// he says. //Now, I'm just going to touch your hair like this//
You are still staring at him from across the room, but somehow he is also in front of you, kneeling on the floor running his fingers along the line of your hair. It is a rather confusing sensation, and the image of him in front of you suddenly disappears.
//Here's what you do. Don't focus on me standing over here. Focus on me right here// he says.
Suddenly the image of him is in front of you again.
//This is weird// you say.
//Just trust me. Relax your mind.... That's it//
Okay, you can deal with this. Gorgeous man, kneeling in front of you. Room full of people all around. No problem! Yeah right.
//I'm just going to touch your face like this// he says.
You see and feel him reach for your face, running fingers down your cheek, down your jawline, and then up to lightly brush your lips. You gasp loudly, too loudly. The large, smelly man next to you grunts his disapproval and causes this beautiful creature to disappear.
//Sorry// you say, now looking at him at the front of the room again.
//That's alright. Just talk to me// he says in a soothing tone.
Just then your friend's arm flies over and knocks your elbow. You turn to look at her, but she's still staring straight ahead.
//She's pretty good at this// he says.
//Yeah, I guess so// you say a little sadly, sorry that you suck at it.
//Look at me// he commands.
You are a little surprised at his tone, but you, of course obey.
//What I would have done is kiss your forehead....// he says
You feel the slightest tingle on your forehead as he says that. You are locked to his eyes now.
//Then I would have kissed those pretty eyelashes....and then your cheek....then I would have brushed my lips down your cheek....//
Your whole face is alive now, and you keep reminding yourself to breathe.
//...then I would have brushed my lips to yours. Very gently. Very, very gently// he says in a sweet, low whisper.
Your fingers clench around the desk as your breathing becomes shallow.
//Yeeess// he coos in your head. //Very gently. Then you would have felt my tongue very lightly on your lips, just a flicker or two.//
You are captivated as your lips begin to pulse.
He continues in that delicious whisper. //Then you would have felt my tongue barely inside your mouth, tapping onto your tongue ever...so...slightly...//
You move your tongue slightly forward and you can feel the sensation of what he just described even though he is nowhere near you physically.
//That's right// he says approvingly.
You do your best to get your breathing under control.
//Do you want me to stop?// he asks.
//No// you reply quickly.
//Good// he growls.
//Do you know what I would do next?// he asks teasingly.
//What?// you ask half annoyed. You don't want to talk now, you just want to listen.
//Alright// he says with a chuckle. //You would've felt my lips fully take your
lips. My tongue fully on your tongue. And...// he stops talking and you can
hear the slightest groan in your head. His groan. //You feel my lips pulling on yours, don't you?//
//Yes// you reply.
//You feel my tongue exploring your mouth// he almost demands.
All you can do is nod.
//I would leave your mouth. But you want more, don't you?// he says.
His voice is growing louder and tinged with desire , but he still stands
remarkably still in front of you. //More// you say.
//I would have kissed your neck, tasted your skin. My mouth is hot on your
throat, isn't it?//
//Yes// you say trying to hold your head upright and fighting to not close your eyes and let it fall back.
//You would have felt my hand on your waist. You would have felt my fingers run
up and find your breast while my mouth ran down to find the other. You would
have felt the warmth of my tongue through your dress, licking you.//
You swallow a moan as you feel exactly what he said. Your entire body begins to
hum, and you feel a wetness between your legs. And suddenly, without him saying
a word, you feel the sensation of fingers running up your legs. You look down suddenly, but your skirt is undisturbed.
//That's right// he said.
You look back to him again and your mind is suddenly filled with the image of you naked in your chair, his mouth tenderly sucking at your anxious breasts. Then it's not an image. You can feel the warmth of his body pressed into you. Your head begins to lean back as you are overcome. His hands rush up to catch your head.
//You must not do that// he says, teasing you. //You must sit perfectly still// He is no longer with you there.
//Come back// you plead to him.
A smile forms across his face. //As you wish. Let your eyes go out of focus. There.//
And he's back. He rubs your breast tenderly while he kisses the other. You fight to keep your hands at your sides. You cannot. You raise one hand and begin to chew furiously on your thumbnail.
You hear him laugh and say //You like this don't you?//
Before you can respond, you feel his hand run up your thigh. You gasp, quietly this ime.
//Good// he says. //Now what would you do if I did this?//
You clamp your hand over your mouth as you feel his thumb moving along your wetness. You push yourself back into your chair and spread your legs slightly.
You keep swallowing to avoid making any noises.
//Wow// he says, somewhat impressed. //You really are enjoying this. But what if I did this?//
You furiously lock yourself into place as you feel his finger circling your clit. The desire to scream out loud is just about killing you. You're afraid you can't contain it.
//Yes you can// he says insistently in your ear. //I'm just going to move my finger around you like this. But wait....You like it slo-o-ow. More like this.//
You are sure you will shatter every tooth in your mouth as you clench to suppress a wail as his finger moves around your clit in torturous slow motion. He circles you again and again, the pressure building more quickly the slower he goes. Suddenly, the delicious motion stops.
//No...don't stop...please...// you sound pathetic, but you really don't give a damn. You've never begged, really begged. But you'll beg now. Who has any shame when they're having sex, so to speak, in the middle of a crowded room?
//So to speak?// he prods. //So this isn't real enough for you? Alright then.//
Before you can reply in your defense, you feel a finger slip inside you. He slides it in and out at the same languid pace as before. After a few seconds, he stops the pace and you feel the odd sensation of him exploring inside you. Then his finger comes in contact with a spot you never knew you had. Oh, you'd read about it, but you didn't think anybody really had one.
//It's about time you found it, don't you think?// he asks.
//Yes// you barely answer as he moves his finger a little inside you, and you feel the most glorious shot of pleasure run through your body. You lurch in your chair, still with your hand clamped down on your mouth. You don't know if big, smelly guy made a fuss. All you know is that the room is spinning.
He continues the erotic pressure inside of you and asks //Is this real enough?//
You are unsure how to answer. Could it get better than this?
//Let's find out// he says with a certain enthusiasm. As his finger still moves inside you, you feel his mouth run straight down your stomach and within an instant you feel his lips on your clit, and then his tongue sliding softly on you.
//Oh God// you think. //Oh God// The pressure builds. His finger running in
and out and tapping on that place inside. His tongue dancing along you, lapping
up the center of your desire. You push yourself forward involuntarily, but not
too much. The intense pleasure combined with the fight to stay still is strangely, but highly, erotic. //Oh God// bounces around your mind again.
//Just one god?// he asks like a brat.
//Shut up and finish what you started// you order.
He laughs and then asks with a groan //Do you want to come?//
//Yes//
//As you wish//
You brace yourself and bite your lips down hard. His tongue moves faster on you as his finger moves more insistently on the swollen nub inside you. You are riding the edge harder than you ever have.
His tongue continues to work its magic on the outside while his finger continues to take you higher on the inside. You are so close. So, so close. You concentrate on the feeling of his tongue, firm and wet, teasing you, bringing
you even closer.
//Wait// he says.
//Are you kidding?// you think.
//Show me what you would look like if we weren't in this room// he demands.
You want to come so badly, but he's holding you here until you comply. But why argue, it's a good place to be.
//Exactly// he says. //Show me your face. If we were alone. What would you look like right now.//
You send him the image of your body in motion. Your hips grinding under him. Your legs spread to admit his tongue closer to you. Your back arched. Your face in ecstasy.
//Beautiful// he says.
And then it begins. In this image. The two of you alone. You cry out as you come fiercely, his tongue following every wave and never stopping as you ride it higher and higher. Then from inside you comes another flash of pleasure. The pressure of his finger encouraging another climax at the same time. You are shaken to your core in the most delightful way imaginable. He presses at you and licks at you until your careen over the top, crying out once more, and then you collapse at the bottom of the last wave. You have had two orgasms simultaneously if such a thing is possible.
//Oh, I certainly think it is// he says matter-of-factly.
You are suddenly brought back to your surroundings. Your hear the slightest drone of speech in the distance. You shift in your chair as you feel nothing but wetness when you move.
Please don't let me have made any noise. Please don't let me have made any noise. You slam your eyes shut the instant your focus begins to return. You are afraid to look around you. You are certain everyone is staring at you.
//Open your eyes// he says.
//No. No way// you say.
//It's alright. Trust me. Open them//
You hesitantly open your eyes and carefully look toward big, smelly guy who is grunting away in kiss-ass agreement with whatever is being said. Your whole body is shaking, but you are shocked that the room is as you left it: Boring. As. Hell.
//You see, I told you// he says with an amused tone.
//You are a smart ass// you charge.
Again, laughter in your head.
And suddenly your focus is brought back to the Chancellor. "And I thank you so much for your full attention. It has been an honor to speak with you."
And with that the speech is over, and your new...uh...friend steps up to help escort the Chancellor away. You try to catch his eye, but he isn't looking at you. The bastard is going to pretend like this never happened.
Suddenly his eyes turn to meet yours. //No I'm not. You are beautiful// he says it with the most splendid growl as he looks at you with hungry eyes. But then, his eyes leave yours again, and before you know it he is out of the room. Disappeared, just like that.
It finally occurs to you to look at your friend who most likely possesses your same stupified look. She swallows hard and turns to you with practically-wild eyes. "I had the strangest experience. I....uh...."
Much to your discontent, you hear the whiney, tinny voice again. "Ladies and gentlemen, we will take a fifteen-minute break before continuing with our next topic: “Boss or Beast, Taming the Wild Within the Office."
You hear an, "Nooo," whine escape from your friend at the site of all the Jedi's leaving the room.
You turn to her with a frantic demand, "We're outta here!"
"Damn straight," she responds.
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After a very, *very* long nap and a nice refreshing shower, you have found your bearings again. Not that it was bad to lose them. And you still can't quite figure all that out. You and your friend haven't entirely discussed the finer points of the morning's discussion topic, but the clues are all there, such as:
"That Bob is one hell of a speaker, eh?"
"Yes, ma'am. One DAMN good speaker."
It didn't matter who said what because you both understood somehow.
You finish drying your hair and walk out of the bathroom to flop back down on the bed. The bed suddenly caves in on one side as your friend makes a hyper jump to your side.
"Happy hour?" she exclaims.
"Point the way, girlfriend," you answer.
You easily find your way to the bar, happy that the company actually sprang for an overnighter. Space travel is bad enough, let alone twice in one day. The two of you settle at a table in the corner and order your drinks. You snack happily on the stale pretzels until you see your friend make the most interesting face.
"Oh my god," she says under her breath trying to stop a giggle.
"What?" You are about to turn around when she stops you. You've seen this look
on her face before, and it can only mean one thing. "Oh no," you cry, "don't tell me that big, smelly guy is walking this way."
"Well, he is big, but I'm not sure about the smelly part," comes *that* voice over your shoulder.
You drop a handful of pretzels into whatever it was you were drinking and then turn around to face, once again, the most beautiful man this side of...well, this side of anywhere. Behind him is the tall Jedi who had your friend so...entranced.
"Your mouth is gaping open again," he teases. He then leans in close and says, "I don't believe we've been properly introduced." Then he takes your arm and softly kisses your hand, his eyes never leaving your shocked stare. The real sensation of his touch is even more overwhelming. You feel his heat now. "My name is Obi-Wan. And yours?"
Oh, this is gonna be a GOOD night.
"Yes," he purrs.
THE END