Penelope tapped her pen anxiously against the desktop. It had only been a few hours since the team had gone out on their latest case and here she was, bored out of her mind. She heard a rapid knocking on her door and she stood up to answer it. The last person she would ever think to see standing there, was. "Chief Strauss! What brings you here?"
The woman stepped hesitantly inside, shutting the door behind her. As Penelope watched, Erin nervously shifted her weight between her high-heeled legs, looking anywhere but at her. "I figured you would be the one to ask this, Ms. Garcia, seeing as you're the most open individual the BAU has. Is it possible to be allergic to latex condoms?"
A bright flush spread across Erin's face, and Penelope could feel the accompanying heat on her own face. "Oh, wow, you and Dave are, oh, I had thought that was going on, but, wow."
"Get ahold of yourself. Yes, we're sleeping together and it hurts. I haven't used a condom in close to thirty years and their composition has changed a little, I guess. I'm not ready to go bareback with him just yet, and, well, I didn't want that type of search to show up in my browser. So, is it possible?"
"One second, let me look it up. Take a seat." She waited until Erin did so and then turned to her computers, quickly typing Erin's question into a search engine. "Yes, it seems that it is entirely possible for you to be allergic to latex condoms. Haven't you ever had surgery or gone to a doctor?"
"Well, yes. I just never associated that with an allergy. Maybe it's because we're screwing like rabb…" Her voice trailed off as she realized how honest she was being and Penelope smiled kindly.
"Oh, go on. I haven't had sex since Kevin and I broke up in March. It's been a veritable drought on the pleasure front, though it has let me become quite intimately acquainted with my hands and toys once more."
Erin's blush became more pronounced and Penelope noticed that it continued on down to her chest. "Oh. I see. Dave wants me to be more adventurous in bed. I think he thinks I'm a bit of a prude. Maybe I am. But it's who I am. I never learned how to be anything else other than a missionary lover."
"Well, I'm always here to give pointers, and I am a licensed therapist." She had no idea why she was offering to be the woman's sex teacher, but it felt right to her. Once more, Erin looked away from her, visibly uncomfortable as she mulled over Penelope's offer.
"And if you were to give me pointers, what would be involved?"
"Whatever you wanted to know. As you said yourself, I am the most knowledgeable person here. And you know me, so you'll be semi-comfortable."
"There is that."
"Great! I'll let Kevin know he's taking over for me for the afternoon and evening. The bastard deserves to miss date night with his new girlfriend." She grinned wickedly and Erin nodded absently, listening to her phone call. She could hear Kevin whine and wheedle on the other end of the line, but all she could focus on was the way Erin's pupils were dilating with desire and the way she rubbed her palms against her skirt. "You're doing this, Kevin. I had something come up and it needs to be addressed. Yeah? Well, frak you, too."
She hung up and pulled her purse out of her bottom drawer. "We're heading out now?" the other woman squeaked out, biting her lip as she looked at her questioningly.
"Well, yeah. I have a lot to teach you and not a lot of time. That is, unless you want to make this a more regular thing."
Erin began to shake her head no, and then it turned into a shrug. "We'll have to see, won't we?" Penelope could tell she was back in control and nodded, smiling widely. Erin swept from the room and Penelope followed at her heels, excitement beginning to fill her body. With her team gone on a case, there was no one to think it odd that they were leaving together, though Anderson did give them a second glance as they waited for the elevator.
"We'll be heading to my home, Erin. I know you would probably feel more comfortable in your own bedroom, but I doubt you have the toys that I do." The other woman nodded once and then stepped into the empty car, waiting for Penelope to join her.
As they rode down to the parking garage, Erin began to tap her foot anxiously. Thinking quickly, she pulled out one of her fuzzy pens from her purse and began to run it along the neckline of Erin's blouse. The woman shivered, leaning into the touches unconsciously and Penelope giggled a little. "Not here," she murmured and she nodded, putting the pen back in her purse.
"Whatever you want." The elevator doors opened and they stepped out into the parking garage. "My car is over here, Erin." She gently guided her over to Esther and opened the door for her. Then she got in and backed out of her spot. On the drive home, she let Erin fiddle with the radio, finding a station that seemed to calm her nerves.
When they reached her apartment, she parked in her spot and then sat there, waiting for Erin to make the first move. "Are we going to sit here all day?" she asked shortly, no real malice in her voice, just nervousness.
"No, we'll head up now." They got out of the car and Penelope waited for Erin by the trunk, holding out her hand to the other woman. Hesitantly, she clasped it, squeezing tightly as she led her into the building. "I'm sorry, but there's not an elevator in my building. We have to hoof it up three flights of stairs." Erin nodded and followed her inside, never letting go of her hand as they climbed the stairs.
"Is there a set order to this?" she asked tremulously as Penelope opened her apartment door.
Stepping inside, she set her purse on the table next to the door and shook her head. "No, it's all about what brings you the most pleasure." She closed the door and locked it before turning back to Erin. "So, I just need to grab the frosting and ice cubes. Go take a seat on the bed."
Erin nodded, slipping out of her high heels before maneuvering through the apartment. Penelope went over to the kitchen and pulled out the can of frosting from the cupboard over the oven and then took out a tray of ice cubes. Grabbing a bowl, she emptied out half the tray and then put the rest back in the freezer. When she got to the bedroom, Erin was sitting on the bed, her arms around her knees. "Hey."
"Hey yourself. So, the first thing to explore is kissing. How do you kiss?"
Erin closed her eyes as she leaned forward, pressing her lips against Penelope's softly. The kiss was gentle, unsure, and Penelope smiled against her lips as she buried her hair in Erin's hair, pulling her closer so that she could deepen the sweet buss. She ran her tongue along the seam of Erin's lips, trying to get her to let her in.
The small gasp was all the opening she needed, and Penelope slipped her tongue inside, tasting the tea on her breath. Hesitantly, she felt Erin touch her tongue to Penelope's and they began to duel delicately, fighting for dominance. Finally, the kiss broke and she watched Erin's breasts heave as she fought to catch her breath. "That was wonderful," she murmured, resting her hands in her lap. "What's next?"
"Well, there are more types of kissing than just on the lips, you know. A lot of sex is about the kisses we give and receive. And you are a wonderful kisser." She placed a soft peck on the tip of Erin's nose. "All right, stand up. Another fun thing is undressing your partner." Erin nodded and let her arms fall to her side as she waited for Penelope's next move.
"Penelope?" she finally asked, watching her closely. "What are you waiting for?"
"Nothing really, I just wanted to look my fill. You're beautiful, Rossi's lucky to have someone like you in his life." She reached up and brushed a piece of hair behind Erin's ear before leaning in to kiss her neck. Lifting her hands, she first slipped the grey jacket off Erin's shoulders, massaging them softly for a moment. The woman leaned into the touch and Penelope smiled gently. She let her fingers brush against Erin's breasts, relishing the way the woman arched into her.
Penelope fiddled with the top button of the blouse, slowly pushing it out of its hole before bending and kissing the small bit of flesh she uncovered. Then the next button came undone and she gently pulled apart the fabric, placing a soft kiss on the swell of Erin's breasts. A low whimper spilled out of her throat and Penelope nuzzled her nose against the soft, giving, flesh, loving the soft skin and delicate scent she discovered. Soon, all the buttons were undone and she let the blouse fall to the floor and join the jacket, running her lips along the waistband of Erin's skirt as she searched for the button and zipper.
As the skirt dropped, Penelope stood and looked at Erin. The woman was quivering with desire, her breathing shallow and ragged. "Penelope, please?"
"Almost. There's still a lot to find out about you. Take off your bra for me."
"What? Why? I thought you were doing the undressing."
"I was, but now I want you to take off your bra." The woman nodded and reached behind her back, fumbling with the clasp. She self-consciously let the garment join the growing pile of clothes. Erin crossed her arms over her chest, blushing once more.
"How come you still have all your clothes on?" she asked, a slight whine in her voice.
"If you want them gone, you need to do something about it," Penelope challenged, a smile dancing about her lips. Erin nodded, determination covering her countenance as she reached forward and methodically opened all the buttons on Penelope's blouse, tugging it from her shoulders and making quick work of the skirt she wore. Penelope was surprised when Erin reached behind her back and undid her bra.
"There, now you're as naked as I am." Erin let out a harsh breath, not looking at Penelope's body.
"Have you ever explored your body, found out what was pleasurable for you?" The woman shrugged and Penelope made a small, sympathetic noise. "Oh, Sugar, this is going to be a wonderful learning experience for you, I promise. Sit back down on the bed."
Erin did as told and Penelope knelt in front of her, pulling out an ice cube from the bowl. Slowly, she rubbed the ice over Erin's nipples, watching them stiffen and shrivel into hard points. Penelope could smell the beginnings of arousal wafting up from between Erin's legs and knew she was getting through to the woman. Setting the ice aside, she leaned forward and gently ran her tongue over first one nipple and then the other. A low moan erupted from Erin's throat and she laughed as she drew the stiffened peak between her lips, sucking softly. "Oh, Penelope," she gasped out, reaching up to bury a hand in her hair, holding her there.
She bit down slightly on the peak, enjoying the sharp gasp that elicited from Erin. Reaching up, she cupped the breast her mouth was not focusing on, kneading and massaging the firm flesh before tweaking and pulling on the nipple, twisting slightly at times, enjoying the way Erin kept up with her pace by the way she dug her fingers into her scalp. Finally, she tore her lips away from Erin's breast, needing to draw in a deep breath. "Are you sure you don't react this way to Rossi? Because I have never had someone so receptive to my touches."
"I, I guess I haven't let myself feel pleasure at his hands yet. Not really. I've been holding back my heart after what Alan did to me."
"Then why are you so free with me?"
"I don't know. Maybe because I've never been with a woman, so no woman has ever hurt me? Don't laugh, but, my ex-husband and Dave are my only two lovers, ever. When I was in high school, the boys all thought I wasn't worth a second glance. And then, I met Alan…" Her voice trailed off, and Penelope watched as a few tears tracked down her cheeks.
"I would never laugh at you, Sugar. And if those boys couldn't see the beauty that is you, they were blind." She lifted her face and kissed Erin gently. "Now, we need to get back to making you feel good. If Rossi doesn't like playing with ice, you can always play with food. Make sure that you never put anything sugary in your yoni; it can cause a yeast infection like you wouldn't believe. I found that out the hard way." Erin nodded and Penelope opened the can of frosting, scooping out a bit of the confection on her finger and coating the nipple she hadn't suckled on yet. "Would you like to try as well?"
Erin nodded hesitantly and Penelope handed her the can. She took out a similar small amount and spread it on Penelope's nipples. "May, may I go first?"
Penelope smiled and nodded as she stood and sat on the bed. Erin pushed her back against the headboard, straddling her body as she bent and licked softly at the flat nipple. "Erin, that feels so good," she murmured as the woman began to suckle on her, scoring her teeth against the rapidly stiffening peak. Once the one nipple was cleaned off, Erin ran her lips across her chest, quickly attacking the other nipple with a ferocity that surprised Penelope. She bent her head back, letting her eyes roll back as the pleasure swept over her. Her nipples had always been one of her strongest erogenous zones and she felt the orgasm swiftly sweep over her body at Erin's tender ministrations.
"That soon?" she asked as she slipped off her body to lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling.
"Yeah, I have a short fuse when it comes to my breasts. Now, for my dessert." She turned onto her side and began to lap once more at Erin's breast, cleaning off the sweet treat before dragging her lips down Erin's flat stomach. She paid special attention to the C-section scar on her belly and felt Erin's fingers once more dig into her hair. Hooking her fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her panties, Penelope tugged them down her legs, letting her lips descend to Erin's mound.
"Oh, more, more, please," Erin moaned out, lifting her hips up slightly. Penelope obliged her, running her tongue along her slit, tasting the musky, tangy, sharpness that was Erin's personal flavor. Her legs spread easily beneath Penelope's hands and she began to feast on the glorious wetness presented to her. Erin was close to orgasm, she could feel it in the way her thighs tightened around her head, the way her fingers almost painfully massaged her hair, the way her hips tilted ever upwards, pressing herself more closely to Penelope's mouth. She came with a loud scream and Penelope continued to eat her out, wanting to show her how long the pleasure could last. Finally, her body relaxed and Penelope looked up to see that the woman had passed out.
She crawled up and spooned her body around Erin's. Gently, she ran her hand up and down Erin's body, waiting for her to wake up. Finally, her eyes fluttered open and Penelope smiled down at her. "Welcome back."
"That was amazing." She leaned up and pecked at her lips, her cheeks turning a light pink.
"That's just act one. Act two involves toys."
Erin's stomach growled and they both giggled. "It makes sense that my stomach would choose now to protest."
"That's perfectly okay. We need a break before we go at it again.