The Convention

Sandy was deep into the first story at a point where her character admits she loves the doctor, Jane's character, and the two head for a convenient bedroom. As she was picturing Jane and she in character and in bed, she heard the shower stop.

The tall blonde stood quickly and tossed the 'zine back onto the bed and turned on the TV. As Jane came out in her robe while toweling her hair, Sandy looked up and quickly looked away.

"Hey, I'll be ready in a minute." Noting that Sandy was a little flushed, Jane asked, "Are you okay?"

Sandy stood up and nodded, "I just need to go back to my room and make a quick call. See you in the lobby in ten or fifteen minutes?"

Janet nodded and said, "How about twenty?"

Sandy agreed and stepped into the hotel hallway. She was surprised that she accepted the storyline so easily. That kind of thing was sick...

Even as she thought that, she remembered her friend. Jane wasn't sick, she was a nice, sweet, caring person. 'Who just happens to like women,' Sandy thought as she reached her room. She refused to acknowledge the other thoughts in the back of her mind.

Jane finished toweling her still-damp hair and pulled off her robe. She rummaged around for the appropriate panties for the evening. She had one pair of black lace with a French cut that she'd brought along. She hadn't packed the matching bra but the gown wouldn't hide the straps anyway.

As she pulled on her dress, a flashy red number with a plunging neckline, almost no back and spaghetti-thin straps over the shoulder. She slipped her feet into the black, high-heeled "fuck-me" shoes she loved, and stepped into the bathroom to quickly brush out her dark red-brown hair.

She left the room ten minutes later, knowing how hot and sexy she looked. 'Maybe Erin will be there tonight. I've become quite taken with her,' Jane admitted to herself.

Reaching the lobby, Jane heard a piercing wolf whistle and turned to see Sandy and Phil standing outside the lobby bar. Smiling, she strode over to them and they all went into the dark coziness of the bar.

It was evident that Phil had not spent the last few hours drinking soda. While not drunk, he was definitely feeling loose as evidenced when he wrapped his arms around the ladies' shoulders as he led them to a table. "God, you two are stunning..." He shook his head and asked, "What can I get you?"

Sandy said, "Stoli and cranberry, please."

"Just a glass of zinfandel for me," Jane replied.

"Be right back," Phil said as he headed for the bar.

"There is a waitress," Sandy said to Jane.

"Yeah, but she looks swamped. It's probably quicker if Phil goes for us."

Returning to the table, Phil set the drinks down in front of each of the ladies. Picking up his trademark scotch and soda, he said, "To the Wormhole! And to the prettiest ladies on television!"

With a joint "I'll drink to that!" they all drank to the health of their show.

"So, how about that panel this afternoon? Jane, you were great with that fanboy. The look on his face was just...hilarious!" Phil chuckled. "You both were great. It's no wonder that Starlog had you both in the top five fan-favorite women of Sci-Fi."

"Thanks, Phil, but I doubt that's the reason you asked us to meet you," Jane said.

"You're right. During the discussion, there was a comment about your characters..."

"Hold it! Phil, I know where you're going with this and the answer is no! There's nothing else to say," Sandy said.

"Jane?"

"Well, Phil, you know I wouldn't mind a chance at getting this tall, blond drink of water in the sack," Jane smiled to indicate the joke. "But, seriously, the censors?"

"Hey, 'Buffy' has a lesbian couple. 'Xena' was pretty up front with the whole Xena/Gabrielle situation. Even 'E.R.' and 'Friends' have had women kissing. And I'm not even saying we go that far. Just some implied relationships. Like in what's-his-name's-show, uh, 'Baghdad something.'"

"'Babylon 5,'" Jane said helpfully. "Stryzenski was ahead of his time, I think, but still..."

Holding up his hand, Phil said, "Alright, I concede the point. For now. From the look on your face, Sandy, I think I'd have a fight on my hands anyway."

Sandy nodded and sipped her drink. Jane considered her friend, she wasn't a homophobe by any means, but she was a very private person and rather protective of her image. She didn't even let a shot go once she saw what she considered too much cleavage in the dailies. (The same couldn't be said of the dress she was wearing tonight though.)

Finally Sandy smiled, showing her dazzling white teeth and everyone relaxed. When the waitress, who was definitely an eyeful as far as Jane was concerned, came up, Phil bought them another round and left the pretty brunette a nice tip.

As she leaned over with the drinks, Jane noticed her name tag said "Nat." Now where had she heard that name today? Well, it didn't matter. Probably wasn't too important anyway.

After another forty minutes of chit-chat, Phil excused himself. He had a dinner appointment with the head of the syndication company "Project: Wormhole" had contracted. With a "See you at the cocktail party," and the money for another round, he quickly left.

"Man, he can sure hold his liquor!" Sandy exclaimed. Jane smiled quietly.

Later, just before they left, Jane noticed the pretty redhead, Erin, from the Dealers Room walk into the bar and go up to the waitress. Putting an arm over her shoulder, the scarlet-haired girl whispered to the waitress. The waitress cast a look at the table before quickly turning away.

'Of course, Nat. Erin's friend who wanted to sell their erotic fan fiction at the con... I wonder if those sexual descriptions are first hand experience?' Jane thought.

As she left with Sandy, the young pair looked like they desperately wanted to be someplace else. Jane smiled and stopped to place a couple of extra dollars on Nat's tray. "Thank you. The service was great."

She started to follow Sandy out into the lobby, then turned back and said more quietly, "I loved the first story!" Turning her back on the dumbfounded duo, she hurriedly caught up with her friend and a quiet dinner.

At dinner in a little restaurant down the street from the hotel, Jane waited until they had ordered and said, "I hope my joke back there in the bar didn't bother you. I wasn't thinking. I guess that's what I get with two drinks and no food all day, well except that breakfast danish..."

Sandy smiled, "No, don't worry about it. I was flattered actually." Then her grin widened as she held up her hand, "But, don't get any ideas."

Jane laughed and the two friends ended up having a pleasant dinner together. So much so that they were both sorry to have to leave for the cocktail party.

Upon their arrival at the smaller banquet/exhibition room of the hotel, they found quite a crowd of fans. The two friends were quickly separated as they mingled and made friends with the enthusiastic crowd.

Only once did Jane find herself in an uncomfortable situation. She was talking to an older couple who fell in love with the show as a result of their teenaged daughter (who was locked into an apparently deep conversation with Tom Craig). As they chatted, the fan who had tried to trip her up in the panel that afternoon sidled up to the trio.

While being gracious and polite, Jane felt his eyes crawling all over her like nasty little fingers. She definitely wanted to get away from him. As she was about to make up some excuse that would force her to leave the party (an occurrence she wanted to avoid if possible), Superfan's friend came up.

"Joey, we gotta hit the road."

"Pete, the young lady is obviously interested in what I have to say," Joey stated.

Pete grinned apologetically towards Jane and said, "Joey, we have to get back. There's no one to run the shop tomorrow and we have a long drive..."

"Oh, very well," Joey replied, money apparently meaning more to him than his immature libido. "Until we meet again, my dear..." he said as he tried to bow suavely.

As they walked away, Jane let out a low sigh. She definitely didn't want to leave the party yet. She had been enjoying herself before Superfan intruded and she began to get back into the mood as his rather large posterior disappeared through the double doors.

Striding towards the bar, she saw the young lady she had bought the 'zine from earlier. Erin was leaning casually on the bar watching the room. Jane came up and asked, "Are you having fun?"

Erin, who hadn't seen Jane approach, jumped a little and then said, "Oh yes. This is fun. Uh, can I get you something?"

Jane was happy to note that the young redhead didn't seem as nervous around her. Perhaps a few cocktails had loosened her up? She smiled and said, "Thank you, yes. I'd love a white zinfandel."

Erin smiled back and turned to order the drink. Jane saw the cocktail waitress, Nat, across the room staring moon-eyed at her co-star. Apparently she hadn't had enough liquid courage yet.

"So, I guess you were glad to see that guy go," Erin said, handing Jane a glass of wine.

Jane nodded, "Yes, he was a little..."

"Creepy?"

Both women chuckled at that and Jane nodded as well. "Fortunately, most of our fans are normal folks like you and your friend over there. They enjoy the show and what we do and are the reasons we do what we do."

Erin looked into her glass. "I'm not sure you'd call us normal..." she said in a whisper.

"Why? Because you write fan fiction? I used to when I was a girl. Stories about Uhura when she got her first command, things like that. I used to daydream I was her first officer and... Well, let's just say, I was young and full of hormones." Jane smiled her gorgeous smile.

"But, Nat and I wrote about you, I mean your character and Ms. Carson's character together. They were..."

"I know. I read the first story, remember? I really did enjoy it."

Erin's eyes lit up for a moment and she looked at the woman before her, "Are you...? I mean..." Then she shook her head, "I'm sorry. It's none of my business really. Please, forget I asked."

"Well, it's hard to forget an unasked question. Anyway, I am gay. I don't advertise it but I don't keep it a secret either. So yes, I do prefer the company of women. And I enjoyed the story of Theresa with Amelia. Very much." She smiled at her friend again, "I have seen some pretty hot stuff on the internet about our characters. Even some about us. But your story was sweet too. You really know how to capture the essence of our characters. It made the story even more believable."

Erin hadn't heard most of what Jane had said. She was still reeling after Jane' admission. This beautiful woman was gay? She was dumbfounded.

"Erin? Erin? You alright?"

Shaking her head, Erin managed to force a smile and a nod. "I'm sorry. I was...I don't know."

"Surprised I'm gay? So was my father!" Jane laughed. Erin joined in.

"Mine too. Especially after I moved in with Nat. But he's been great. He loves her like a daughter too," Erin admitted, much to her surprise.

"So, you and Nat are lovers as well as co-publishers?" Jane asked, a twinkle in her eye. She could at least fantasize about the two young lovelies together later.

"Uh, yeah. We have been since high school. I mean, we're not exclusive or anything. Not if one of our list people was involved."

"List people?"

Erin smiled self-consciously, "Yeah, we both made a list of five women we could sleep with if the chance came and still not count it as cheating..."

Noticing Erin wasn't looking at her anymore, Jane made an educated guess and asked in a roundabout way, "So, is Sandy on Nat's list?"

"Yeah! How did you know?" She met Jane's eyes for a moment and saw a decided sparkle in them.

"The way she's staring at Sandy. Oh, look, she's finally going to talk to Sandy. Good for her."

Erin looked over at her friend, wishing her luck.

"Am I on your list. Erin?"

Erin again looked at the floor, the bar, her drink, everywhere but at Jane as she fought to get the words out. "Uh, yeah, you are." Then, in an even fainter voice, she said, "You're number one."

Not wanting to rush the girl, Jane changed the subject, "Are you interested in writing as a career?"

Erin nodded, "Yes, I took several creative writing courses in junior college. I enjoy writing." She paused then added quickly, "Not just...!"

Jane smiled, "I understand, dear. Do you have anything else based on the show? Maybe a little less alternative?" Erin nodded, an unasked question in her eyes. "If you'd like, I might forward some of it to our production team. Who knows? Maybe..."

Erin grinned widely. This was great! Better than she had dared dream! She grabbed Jane in a big hug in her excitement. "Oh, thank you! Thank you!"

Jane, for her part, enjoyed the luscious young body in her arms. She held Erin close until the girl stopped giggling and, suddenly realizing what she was doing, quickly stepped back.

"Erin, I meant what I said. I would be happy to show some of your work to Phil and the others. We're always looking for new talent."

Seeing the look in Erin's eyes, a mixture of gratitude and lust, Jane decided now was not the time to try and seduce her. She had dealt with that kind of thing enough during her career and didn't want to start Erin off down that road.

For several minutes, they stood and chatted. Jane telling Erin stories about the series and the off-camera hijinks she and Sandy pulled on their friends as well as the pranks that were pulled on her. Erin was laughing aloud at the end of several of the stories.

Jane had her hand resting on the bar when Erin placed her hand lightly on top. The girl looked up shyly at Jane. Curling her fingers around Jane's, Erin finally stared directly into Jane's brown eyes.

Jane didn't misread the message there. Between her loneliness and the beauty of the redhead, Jane came to a what-the-hell decision.

Jane took Erin's other hand and asked the other question Erin dreamed she'd hear one day but never dared believe. "Would you like to come to my room with me, Erin?"

Erin, her green eyes bright, nodded. Not daring to speak, still not sure she wasn't dreaming, Erin nodded again.

Jane simply promised, "Come. We'll make this a night neither of us will forget..."

Jane led the young redhead out of the room, casting a glance at her friend. Sandy had a hand resting lightly on Nat's shoulder as the girl took in every word being said. 'You go, Nat. I bet Sandy'd be a screamer,' Jane thought.

As they entered the elevator, Jane saw they had the car to themselves. She took Erin's face in her hands and lightly kissed her lips. Then she kissed the pale forehead, the closed eyes, the tip of her nose, her chin, and both cheeks. Jane pressed her lips to the girl's again and licked at the soft, closed mouth. Erin opened her mouth, allowing Jane entrance.

Jane slipped her tongue up against Erin's and coaxed it into her mouth. They kissed softly and passionately until the elevator dinged as the reached Jane's floor.

"Come," Jane said as she took Erin's hand and led her down the hall to her room. She fumbled with her key card as Erin stood behind her and began to nibble on her ear, a most pleasant distraction.

Finally getting the door open, Jane pulled Erin into the room. The toy figure and the 'zine were still on the bed. Erin smiled at the little digest, "So, you enjoyed that?"

Jane ran her fingers through the girl's lush red curls and nodded. In a breathy voice, she said, "Very much. You have a way with writing erotica..."

"Thank you," Erin whispered as she kissed Jane, slipping her tongue into the woman's warm, wet mouth. The young girl's hands slid over the actress' back down to cup her shapely ass, pulling Jane to her.

Jane moved her mouth to nibble on Erin's ear and nip lightly at the edge before licking her ear. Erin groaned loudly and pulled Jane even more tightly to her.

Breaking away, Jane smiled seductively and said, "I want to see you. All of you..." She reached out and began unbuttoning the loose blouse Erin was wearing, delighted to confirm what her hands had told her, no bra. Jane pushed her face between the folds of the shirt and licked at the lightly freckled valley between the girl's pert breasts.

Pulling the blouse completely open, Jane kissed her way to Erin's left nipple and gently suckled on it. Her fingers lightly pinched the other nipple until both were hard nubbins. After thoroughly licking the nipple between her lips, Jane kissed her way to the girl's right breast and repeated her ministrations.

By this point, Erin had her head thrown back and was making a constant, guttural groaning in her throat. The woman was incredible! Erin had never come just from having her breasts sucked but she thought she could tonight.

As if sensing this, Jane began to massage both breasts and placed quick little love bites on first one nipple and then the other. As she increased the pressure, Erin grabbed her head and forced Jane's mouth over her breast as she climaxed for the first time that night.

As the small orgasm pulsed through Erin, Jane held her gently to keep the girl from falling. It was a welcome task as Jane simply enjoyed the feel of the girl as she recovered from that passionate explosion.

Erin smiled up at her and kissed her. Jane welcomed the kiss and turned it back on Erin, thrusting her tongue into the moist warmth. They stood that way for long minutes, Erin topless and Jane still fully clothed as they traded tongues in a loving give and take.

Again, taking the lead, Jane broke the kiss and knelt at the girl's feet. She unsnapped the jeans and pulled the zipper down. Reaching around to clasp the firm ass, Jane tugged the tight denim over Erin's hips, the young woman's panties caught in the material and yanked down as well.

Jane sat back on her heels, admiring the lovely russet tuft of hair and the already-swollen, pouty lips beneath. Running a finger tip across the pink flesh, she felt both the girl's wetness and the quiver in her body. It wouldn't take much to get the girl off again.

Jane stood and helped Erin lay on the bed. She crawled over the girl and kissed her, holding the redhead's face in her hands gently. She kissed her way down to Erin's breasts, taking less time but not less care teasing the hard nipples.

Moving further down the slender body, she licked around the girl's navel then dipped her tongue into the small, puckered hole. Shivers were evident as they ran through Erin's body.

Finally reaching her goal, Jane lay between the outstretched legs admiring the lightly pulsing sex as it glistened under the room's lights. She ran her fingers gently through the tight red curls above as she inhaled the aroma of the aroused redhead.

Not wanting to wait anymore, Jane lowered her mouth to the succulent prize and began to explore the delicious, hot mound. Her tongue slid up the outer labia and down the inner, then she reversed the pattern. Jane made sure to avoid the protruding clitoris, not even touching the sheath as she roamed over the girl's sex.

After several minutes of gently caressing the hypersensitive flesh, Jane took the swollen lips between her teeth and gently pulled, worrying at the aroused flesh. She smiled around the mouthful at the incredible sounds coming from Erin's throat.

Easing a finger, then two, into the girl's slit, she began to plunge the fingers in and out. The juices were causing a slurping sound as Jane finger-fucked her. Licking up the extra juices as they seeped out between Jane's fingers and Erin's nether lips, the woman decided the girl was one of the most delicious lovers she'd ever had.

Erin's hips were rolling around on the bed, and her groans were becoming more pronounced. Jane smiled against the girl's pussy and moved her mouth up to capture the little organ between her lips. As she sucked on it, she slipped a finger between Erin's asscheeks and probed the tight little rosebud hidden there.