In one smooth motion she slipped her tunic up and over her head, unconcernedly dropping it to the floor. The uniform pants quickly followed, her hands sliding the fabric over her hips and down her thighs. Tom shifted his position until he was cradled by the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed. His hand strayed to his erect cock, stroking it lightly as his gaze traveled from her full, rose-tipped breasts to the patch of curly, dark hair between her legs. Chakotay smiled slightly.
Life goes on.
She knelt on the bed next to him, tracing an invisible line on the inside of his thigh until she was gently probing the newly developed opening between his legs. The sensation of her fingers lingering at the threshold of his vagina was both strange and arousing. Tom caught his lower lip between his teeth as unfamiliar nerves sent confusing signals to his brain. Chakotay wrapped her other hand around the base of his penis and began to caress the shaft gently. He closed his eyes against the vision of the buxom brunette leaning towards him.