Whipped Cream Topping

“I had the weirdest dream last night.”

It was Friday night, ladies night, and three Marines sat around the bar stools exchanging stories about the week just past.

“I dreamt that I was covered with whipped cream and this guy was slowly…and I mean slowly, licking it off me.”

A round of laughter ensued as the ladies each slapped Mandy on the back or ruffled her short blond hair.

“Oh yeah, and which lucky guy was given that really hard job to do?” Drew asked mischievously.

“Do you really need to ask, Drew? It’s the same guy you dreamt about yesterday, the one whose ‘really big gun’ you helped clean.” Jeri laughed as the other two blushed furiously.

“Jeri, you’re always pretending that you don’t find him attractive. I bet if you were locked in a room with him you’d jump him just like the rest of us.”

“Not a chance. He’s just not my type. Way too dominating. You know I like submissive men that I can push around.”

“Don’t lump it till you’ve tried it. There’s nothing like a confident man.”

“Oh yeah, and how would you know Drew? The last guy you…”

The conversation went back and forth with the ladies trading stories and jokes about each other’s sexual adventures. It was always fun to unwind after a stressful week exploring planets and trying to avoid the Wraith.


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Jeri returned to her quarters at two-thirty in the morning and began her usual pre-bed rituals. She showered and put on a long T-shirt over her usual skimpy thong underwear. From time to time she’d smile as she thought back to the ridiculous conversations of the night.

~Imagine, of all things, dreaming about some big brawny guy licking whipped cream off you. What a scream!~

Jeri finished her preparations and headed off to bed.

It had taken a while but eventually she fell into a fitful sleep filled with images of being chased by a Giant covered in whipped cream. Luckily that didn’t last long as mercifully she was overcome by a deep sleep:

~*~*Start Dream Sequence*~*~

A large hand slathered the gobs of cream being squeezed onto Jeri’s belly. The light massaging motion tickled and thrilled at the same time as the cream was smoothed over the sensitive skin. She was naked and lying on a satin covered bed, with a large figure crouching next to her. She couldn’t see his face in the dim light but his shadowy outline seemed familiar.

Cream was being squeezed onto her chest, and she held her breathe as the hands of the unseen shadow lightly caressed her now sensitized breasts and their aching nipples. It was a very erotic feeling and Jeri shifted uneasily. That was when she realized that her hands were lightly bound to the bed posts with satin cords. Panicking, she pulled on one of the cords, which gave way immediately.

“Just relax, you’re safe,” a very deep voice reassured her. “I thought you’d like to know what it’s like to be dominated by a man.”

~*~*End Dream Sequence*~*~

Jeri awoke with a start and sat up in bed. Her body was covered with a light sheen of sweat and her heart beat a staccato rhythm that matched the riot of emotions flowing through her body.

Jeri realized that she had been dreaming and exhaled a signing breath.

~Where the hell did that come from? I can’t believe I let Mandy and Drew’s wacko fantasies work on my subconscious. I have to be a nut case.~

Turning over, Jeri practiced the meditation techniques that all military types knew, and before long she sank into a dreamless sleep.

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Jeri went to the food counter and put several items onto her tray before heading to the eating area. She scanned the faces of the persons eating, looking for a particular individual. Finally she saw him, and strode purposefully to his table before she changed her mind about the course of action she had decided on.

“May I join you,” she asked.

Ronon looked up at the sound of her voice, though he was shocked by her question, he quickly recovered and indicated the chair opposite him. He had seen her before, and identified her as one of the female marines, and a friend of Lt. Cadman. He was somewhat fascinated by her, because she was the only female he had met that seemed unaffected by his physical presence.

~Now here she was, asking to eat with him. ~

Jeri sat down and contemplated the giant of a man sitting across from her. She could see why the others found him so attractive; he really was a prime specimen. She could feel herself losing her nerve as he returned her probing stare, all the time chewing his food with obvious relish.

“I see you’re enjoying that apple pie,” Jeri said, indicated the crusty dessert Ronon had just bitten into.

Ronon stared at her long and hard before answering.

“Yes, it’s different from Satedan food,” he finally replied, licking his fingers to capture all of the sticky apple juices.

“Well if you like that, I’m certain you’ll love this,” Jeri said, pushing a large slice of black forest cake towards him. It was covered in large swirls of whipped cream and topped with red cherries.

Ronon looked at the offering with interest, then, scooped up a large section to sample. He knew that Jeri was staring at him, yet he didn’t care, he was used to being stared at by the Atlantians. The cake tasted good. He ignored Jeri’s looks and ate it all. Somehow, he knew she’d get to the reason for her choice to sit with him and the cake offering.

“So how did it taste?” she finally asked, as he was wiping his mouth in preparation to leave the Dining Hall.

“It was good,” he said simply, and rose up to leave.

Jeri jumped to her feet and rested her hand on his arm to stop him from turning away.

“If you thought that cake tasted good with whipped cream, then I’d love to show you a better way to eat whipped cream,” she said, infusing her voice with a provocative intonation.

Ronon ‘heard’ the invitation, and realized that she had finally gotten around to asking for what she so obviously wanted. He slowly looked her up and down, allowing his eyes to linger on her breasts.

“Sure, I always enjoy any activity that involves food,” he finally replied, stepping aside so she could lead the way.

TBC