Jane sat staring out her window. It was a dreary day. She was feeling bored, yet how her mind had gotten on this certain hazel eyed beauty, she had no idea. Jane had learned to ignore all the gay and dyke comments at her work. Being a female detective at the BPD was a sure fire way to get those hurled at you. For some strange reason, she just could not get Dr. Isles off her mind. She sat and thought about how glorious her legs were. "Man, I can kiss and lick her legs all damn day." Jane thought. What the fuck!? Where the hell did that come from? A little self indulgence never harmed anyone. Her thoughts proceeded to go even further. She began to feel a little wetness gather at her core. Oh, who cares! It's not like Maura is here to stop me and she'll never know.
With that knowledge, Jane slipped her hand down her boy shorts. Her pussy was so wet already. She ran her fingers up through her slick folds and let out a low moan. "Fuck! You feel so good, Maura. YES! Right there, just like that! Unh!" She plunged two fingers and set a rather fast pace for herself. Letting throaty moans and a raspy, "Maura!" out. Just as she was about to cum, her phone rang. "Foxy, foxy" by Rob Zombie began to play and she knew exactly who that was. It was the very object of her naughty fantasy, Maura Isles. Her best friend, LLBFF, to be exact. Goddamnit!
Jane answered her phone. Maura was literally sobbing over God knows what or why. She began yelling over what happened, but Jane was already on her way over to Maura's house. The only reason Jane stayed on the line was to not further upset her. Jane couldn't take seeing or hearing her best friend cry. She pulled up to Maura's house and knocked on the door. Sure she had a key, but she didn't want to frighten her.
Maura told Jane, "Please excuse me, it appears I have a visitor. Let me go get rid of them and I'll return to conversing with you momentarily." Jane replied with an okay.
She chuckled to herself because she knew who was at the door, her. She could hear Maura approaching the door and she fought internally to keep a smirk off her face. Maura opened the door and literally squealed! "JANE! What are you doing here?" Maura said as she jumped and wrapped herself around Jane.
How can anyone make this woman cry? "well you called me sobbing and that was enough for me to come over. No one makes a beautiful woman like you cry. That just ain't right in my book. So tell me what fuckin' prick did whatever this is to you" Jane moved her hand in a circle to emphasize "and I'll personally castrate the bastard!" She growled the last part.
"Language, Jane. Giovanni, he just came on too strong. We were making out and then he tried to, Maura whispered, "lick my face." "It was rather appalling and I was thoroughly disgusted. So I kicked him out and he called me a, Maura cringed, Bitch." For Maura, swearing was just too tacky. She never liked it and avoided it at all costs. As with lying. Whenever Maura lied, she would break out in hives and have a vasovagal syncope. How Jane did it every day, blew Maura away. Jane burst out laughing. "He tried to lick your face!? What a pig! And he actually called you a bitch? Very rude." She tried to stifle her laughter, but her attempt was in vain.
Now that Maura looked at it, it did seem rather silly and she felt bad for calling Jane. She was sure that Jane had been doing other important things. "Oh Jane, I feel just awful now that I called you. You even rushed over to my place over something so trivial. That was very sweet of you."
If only Maura knew. She has me so wrapped around her little finger, I'd do just about anything for her. Hell, I'd even murder and I'm a fuckin cop! Jane replied, "Maur, you know I'd do anything for you. Just do me a favor. Next time I say no about a guy, LISTEN! I knew Gio was a little weird. That is exactly why I tell him no every time he asks me out."
That did little to placate Maura. She was always such a worrier. Jane gathered this from her friends body language and took two strides over and wrapped her strong arms around Maura. This made Maura visibly relax. Jane always knew how to comfort her. Whether it be by talking, listening, or touching, she knew just what to do.
"Thank you, Jane, for everything. You always seem to take care of me. Would you like a beer?" Maura asked.
"Sure, Maur. What kind do you have? I don't drink that nasty Budweiser shit, tastes like piss." Jane said and let out a giggle. "Hey Maur? Would you like for me to spend the night with you? You seem really shaken over this deal."
Maura replied, "I keep MGD 64, I know that's your favorite kind. I even indulge myself with some every now and again when I miss you." Maura smiled reverently at that thought. "Yes, I was about to ask if you wanted to stay for a nightcap anyway." Maura walked over to her refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of beer for Jane. On her way back, she noticed Jane was halfway asleep.
She snuggled into Jane's arms a bit more and let out a small yawn. How have I not noticed how much I love her embrace? It is quite comforting. Jane started mindlessly rubbing figure eights on Maura's thigh as she began to doze off. Maura froze.
This is too intense. Maura tried moving in a different position, but found the new one to be worse. Jane was making those swirling motions a lot closer to Maura's core.
Jane whimpered and Maura couldn't help but laugh softly. Oh Jane, have you any idea how adorable you are when you are dreaming? Just as Maura was about to rouse Jane from her sleep, she heard her mumble something.
"yea, right there, feels so good. mmm, harder." Jane was having a sex dream about her best friend.
Maura became curious as to whom Jane was dreaming about. She let her mind wonder. Perhaps it was Joe Grant. He and Jane would make excellent lovers. As she laid in Jane's arms and listened, her body began to respond to Jane's moans. Oh crap! Not now. She is my best friend. This is too wrong, best friends most certainly do not enjoy hearing the others moans! No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, she simply could not stop her body from reacting. She positioned herself a little bit higher to where Jane would brush up against her wet pussy. Thank goodness for yoga pants or Jane would feel her wetness.
The moans were escaping Maura's mouth before she even realized what she was doing. Shouldn't she feel guilty? Jane, she just, ohh God she was doing strange and delicious things to her. Making her feel like her body was just pouring with liquid sex. No man had ever made her feel like this before. She let out a low and sensual moan and that awoke Jane. "Jesus, now she decides to wake up? I was so close to." Maura thought.
Jane jolted awake at the sound of Maura and was immediately on the protective. "Maura, are you okay!?" She was still very groggy and hadn't noticed the oddity of the situation. When she did, Jane began apologizing. "Maur! I am so sorry! I hadn't even realized I fell asleep. I was j-just, uhm, I was just going to st-start leaving! K, bye!"
Maura sat in her living room gaping at the tension of it all. She had no intention of any of that happening. It was awkward and sexually frustrating all at once. Should she text Jane and let her know? Maybe she should text Jane and just omit that last bit of knowledge.
"Hello Jane? M." Maura stared at her phone to wait for Jane to reply.
"Yeah Maur?" Jane replied five minutes later. When she got the text, she didn't know if Maura heard her dreaming, so she was apprehensive to text back.
"I heard you, Jane. Were you having a sex dream? Who were you dreaming about? M."
"Oh shit, Maur, I was having a sex dream. You, uh, don't know this person."
"Haha, Jane, well who was it? M."
"I'm serious, Maur, you don't know her." Jane noticed that she put "her" instead of them and quickly went to delete it, but the text had already sent.
"Damn! I meant them! Stupid autocorrect, stupid technology, stupid smart phone!" Jane was so embarrassed at her fuck up.
"Jane, first of all, stupid smart phone is an oxymoron. Secondly, I think that if it were a girl, she must be quite the catch. To snag your attention and invade your dreams, she must be very beautiful. M."
Holy. Fucking. Shit. Maura is okay with it being a girl. Even though the girl is her. What is she finds out? Damn, she is going to be freaked the fuck out if that happens. I've got to be more careful around her.
"Maura, you're right. It is a girl that I was dreaming about, but I don't feel comfortable telling who it was." Shit. I really need to get laid. How the hell can I be fantasizing about my best friend. She'll never want me in return. Every single time a "good looking" guy passes by she starts spouting out random sex facts and complimenting there gluteus Maximus and other sciency type shit. God, she really is a walking google. That is so fucking cute.
"Aww that is so cute, Jane. I hope you tell me who this mystery girl is soon. M." Part of me wants it to be me, though I highly doubt it is. I am just too...boring. Jane is beautiful, stunning even. The way my body responded to her soft moans, electrifying. I really should take care of that. I began thinking about her low moans and how possessive she is at times and that thought turned me on. My hand found its way down to my midriff at the hem of the lace thong. Dear God that feels good. I wish Jane was touching me. Stroking my clit with her thumb and licking my slick folds. I eased two fingers inside of me and started pumping them in and out. Unh, yes, Jane! Faster, Harder! I added a third finger and felt my walls clench. So close. Mmm, Jane is so sexy. I pictured Jane going down on me and my fists tangled in her hair. I pulled at her hair and rode her face, not caring, just needing to finally cum. I shook. JANE! YES!