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(A Continuation of Allie and Martine)
Robby, Shelly and the cop came in. Martine walked into the living room stark naked and obviously comfortable with that state.
Martine and the Sergeant obviously knew one another. The cop walked over to her, the equipment on her belt jangling, and the two women embraced and began a kiss that made their bodies look as if they were one.
“Sarge,” Martine cooed as the older woman kissed her neck lasciviously. I was jealous and watched the uniform move her hands over my new girlfriend’s body. Those hands looked practiced and familiar with the territory. Sighing, Sergeant Brinson released her and turned to me.
“Your friends shouldn’t drive while inebriated. They could have killed someone,” she said, severely.
“Oh, my goodness!” I cried, Allie’s sensitive nature horrified at the idea. “What happened?”
“We just brushed a parked car. It was only a tiny scratch, less than an inch long,” Robby said. “I was leaving a note on the windshield when the officer stopped by. She cuffed me!” Robby was obviously sober but upset that he’d been ‘arrested’. We have to report such things at work.
“He doesn’t seem drunk, actually,” the Sergeant said. That’s why I didn’t do any paperwork or call it in. I was on my way home. But the lecture stands. Got a beer?”
I sent Robby to the fridge on her behalf. Shelly sat on the sofa, stunned by the too rapid turn of events. I wondered how she and Robby were getting along.
“Want something, Shelly? There’s some soft drinks or tea in the fridge. Dickhead can get you something.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Robby said, and left. The Sergeant sat down next to Shelly and their eyes met. Shelly’s hands were on her knees and the Sergeant reached over and took one in hers and began stroking it softly.
‘Damn’ I thought, ‘She’s a force of nature.’
I noticed Martine was exquisite in her beauty just standing there. Her breasts were firm and proud, the nipples erect in the cold air. I walked over and quietly asked her if she wanted a robe. She nodded, knowing I wanted to talk to her to better understand her relationship with her friend.
“May we be excused?” she asked and the Sergeant nodded distractedly. She was whispering something in Shelly’s ear and stroking her thigh while holding her hand.
Back in the bedroom, I frowned at Martine as I handed her a silky robe in a bright abstract print. We clashed but what the hell? I’d never needed two at one time. She made to embrace me for a ‘I’m sorry’ hug but I pushed her away. I was also amazed I was in full ‘Allie’ mode. I’d never been angry and upset as a female and here I was, jealous of another woman.
“Who’s the bitch?” I asked bitterly.
She smiled and I realized she was enjoying my jealousy. Perhaps it’s not a problem, I hoped to myself though the fact that she enjoyed it angered me more.
“We were a thing. Once. Didn’t last long. She’s not clingy at all but it helped her relax to hug me.”
“And touch you!” I said venomously, giving her my furious pout-face.
My girlfriend smiled at me, her eyes wrinkling slightly at the corner. Why was I looking at her?
“It’s too soon to say ‘I love you’ but mardin escort I warn you I can see it from here,” she said matter-of-fact-ly.
Martine embraced me and kissed me the way Clark Gable kissed Scarlett. I felt my anger rising like water in a boiling pot on the stove and I struggled to push her away. She just kept holding me and kissing me, the robe untied and falling around her shoulders. The robe felt so soft and it smelled delicious with Martine inside and I realized I was surrendering to my desire for her. Did I love her? My arms stopped protesting and let my palms fall where they wanted to go. One soft shoulder, one delicious breast met my hands and I knew I was hers.
She kissed me again, gently, oh so gently, on the lips, then on my cheek and then on my ear. Her hand slid down my neck to my shoulder and I just wanted her to hold me.
“I, uh, I just -” I couldn’t speak I was so frustrated. “I -“
She whispered in my ear, “Darling, my precious darling, her job is very stressful and dangerous. She’s very, very good at it but she has a hard time relaxing afterward. If it was anyone else, I’d have never let her touch me. Certainly not naked! But I knew what the problem was. I knew what she needed. And she’d done us a favor by using her judgement about Robby.”
I giggled suddenly. “Wonder what they’re doing in there? It looked like Shelly was part of her decompression.”
Martine giggled. “I exchanged glances with Melissa and Shelly. You didn’t notice because you’re new to (she glanced at my feminine aspect, my nails painted, my body encased in silky robe, standing there in heels) this (emphasized) but Melissa asked if it was okay to seduce Shelly and Shelly ‘told’ me her attentions were welcome so I grinned just right to give Melissa the go-ahead.”
I stared at her, amazed. I’d have to pay better attention in the future.
“I’m going to suck your pretty clitoris now while you peek out the door at what I suspect is a very interesting threesome. Melissa is an expert at arranging such things.”
I cracked the bedroom door and peeked at the living room. Shelly was completely naked, lying on the sofa. Melissa had removed all her clothing but put her cop belt back on with all the paraphernalia, so gun, mace, collapsing nightstick, ammo pouches were dangling about Shelly’s pretty hair, arranged lovingly on a sofa cushion. Melissa squatted over her, moving her pussy over Shelly’s loving lips. I noticed Melissa had very large breasts that were swaying as she danced over the younger woman’s face.
Poor Robby was fastened securely with handcuffs to Shelly’s ankles. Her legs and his arms were spread so that his mouth was busy on her pussy. Shelly writhed under his attentions and his head bobbled about to stay on her.
I felt Martine’s sweet lips surround me and her tongue danced over the shaft. She’d lubricated her hands and fingers slipped lovingly between my ass cheeks to begin teasing my pussy.
She pulled away and observed, “Allie loves to be touched this way,” and slid a finger, then another inside me. I sighed, wiggled to say ‘Yes I do’ and knew that I wanted this relationship to continue.
I opened my eyes and surrendered marmaris escort to the pleasures of my lover’s sweet attentions. Her other hand tickled my scrotum and I heard a high pitched squeak pass my lips. Dear God has this woman any mercy? Now she was nibbling on the head of my grossly enlarged clittie, tormenting me with pleasure. I could feel my – – –
I looked up at Melissa’s laugh and watched as she stood, belt jangling, turned around and squatted again to place her anus on Shelly’s face. Shelly began a new dedicated stimulative exploration as Melissa began caressing her breasts imaginatively. Soon a blush spread across Shelly’s chest as she spasmed in orgasm, Robby’s tongue having brought her to climax. Poor Robby’s cock stood rigid and proud beneath him as she watched Melissa come over his new conquest’s face, copious juices soaking face and neck and hair. Melissa laughs when she comes, I saw, a single cry of conquest followed by guffaws of pleasure. She put her hands on the back of her neck and arched her back, her huge boobs beautiful and powerful in their aspect.
“Take that, you bastards!” she cried.
I realized she wasn’t talking to us. Another shift complete. The complex tensions of the evening melted and I saw her face for the first time, vulnerable, beautiful. so feminine and lovely.
I came, hard, filling Martine’s mouth with my seed. I held her head to me, squealing with delight, with completion.
I watched as she swallowed me, pushed a few errant strands inside her mouth and tongued them in delight, swallowed them, too.
She stood and kissed me, putting her tongue in, letting me taste the remnants of myself.
She slapped me softly on the cheek.
“She made me have you look. She knows the effect she has on man, woman, trans-, crossdresser, whatever. You want to fuck her, no, I know you better, now. You want her to fuck you. Just the two of you. Admit it.”
I nodded, slowly. It was pointless to lie.
“I won’t let her have you. You are mine. If you let her fuck you then you lose me forever.”
I was shocked at the intensity of her expression, her eyes flashing, her beauty an elemental power that told me her will was infinite in time and in space.
My face softened as I realized what I wanted. Martine was so angry and I understood that her anger was fear that she might lose me to that strange force in the living room, to those huge beautiful mounds of female flesh, to that infinite imagination of lust and pleasure. I felt my desire to give myself to Melissa growing and watched in my head as it swelled to house size, then mountain size. The growing stopped but I was in awe. I’d never – The size of it was an entire universe and I felt my cock had swollen so huge that I could not hide my desire from Martine.
Now that I knew how big it was, I wrapped it in mental bubblewrap and put it in a huge box and then sealed it with the good stuff, the tape that won’t peel away, won’t tear, won’t snap. The box wasn’t so big at all, surprisingly. There was a closet I used for stuff to store indefinitely. I put in there and didn’t slam the door at all but the sound of the latch as it closed was satisfying. It was safe, nevşehir escort now.
I came back to this world and looked at the pretty lady in the silky robe. Her hair was mussed and out of place. Her face was flushed and I knew that the size of my erection so soon after an orgasm troubled her, angered her. I knew if I tried to straighten her hair she would bat my hand away angrily. So I made note to remember what it looked like this way and resolved to touch her hair later.
She did let me touch her cheek softly one time. I hope she knew it was an apology for angering her.
“It’s not too soon for me to tell you I love you. I truly do. Yes, I desire her, more precisely, I want her to desire me. But I put that away. I will never give myself to anyone but you. I love you, Martine, and that love is worth giving up everything else. Please hold me now.”
She embraced me, Allie, her girlfriend, held me tightly and our tears ran freely, a new love bringing new vulnerabilities, new dangers, but the promise of delight and fulfillment. We cried but we cried together.
She held me but I glanced over her shoulder to the living room. Shelly was kneeling on the large ottoman, her ass high in the air. Robby was cuffed, his hands behind his back and Melissa was positioning his erect cock before Shelly’s pussy with her nightstick. Shelly cried out as Robby thrust himself inside her viciously hard and Melissa knelt to lick between Robby’s butt cheeks.
‘Dear God’ I thought but Martine pushed the door closed softly and pulled me back to her.
“Taste my tears and I will taste yours,” she said. We licked one another and fell into the bed. The orgy in the front room slipped away as I fell asleep in Martine’s arms.
Wakening in the morning, I kissed my sleeping lover and slipped out from under the covers she’d pulled over us. Her face was that of a little girl, so innocent and vulnerable. She was dreaming, her lips pursing in slight alarm at something. I smoothed the cover over her shoulders and she settled into a soft snore. I brushed a tear from one corner of my eye at the happiness I saw snoozing in my bed.
The living room was not too dis-sheveled though there were sofa cushions all over the place. Shelly and Robby had fallen asleep in kind of ‘Let’s kiss one another’s feet’ arrangement. Hell, they probably did at some point. Their faces were more carnal, their wishes thankfully hidden but I could tell they might sleep on for some time.
Melissa had left her police card on the kitchen table with a note clipped on. “Had a great time, thanks for hosting. I grabbed an orange juice on the way out. If you don’t call me I wish you and Martine the best. Even the Great God Pan loses to true love.” Strangely literate for a cop, I thought, then realized that was impolite.
I showered, dressed (as me, sadly, I wasn’t out at work) and wrote Martine a note, placed it in an envelope with her name and sealed it. I included our friend’s business card and note so she’d know I didn’t want it.
“Dearest Martine – As I put on my work clothes for the day he wonders if you love him as well. Dinner tonight? I love you – Allie PS – does this mean she’s given up?”
I kissed the envelope leaving the imprint of my Chapstick.
Driving to work I wondered if girlfriends send one another flowers. If so, what kind? Would she send me flowers? Would she remember that ‘I’ could fuck her later?
I smiled at myself in the rearview. I was in love.
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