Chapter 3

Molly was trying to resist the unexpected slow heat flooding over her thighs. The Woman was distracting. Her touch was distracting, her scent was distracting, her whole presence overwhelmed Molly. And now her body pressed against Molly's body made Molly want to run away and fall down at the same time. She felt Irene's breasts against hers and her hips so close that the air between them became heavy and hot.

- Sherlock won't be back for a while, darling. – Irene whispered into her mouth tracing her hand up Molly's chest passing over her right breast. – We could entertain ourselves meanwhile.

Molly was shocked. Mainly by her own behavior. She did not really know why she was standing there still and tantalized letting the Woman touch herself like that. Why did not she just go away immediately? After all she was in Sherlock's bedroom and she never liked women, never felt any physical attraction to none of them. Only boys, men. Was it just the long missing sex in her life? The last, not very lucky time was at Watson's wedding in one of the guest rooms over the dancing hall. Her then boyfriend was purely excited by the idea they could be suddenly caught or heard at least and she was drunk but the moment. She got pretty wasted after watching Sherlock by the side of that pushy Janine. He looked pretty dumb that moment.

The whole day was depressing somehow even if she liked John and Mary together, such a cheerful couple. But to her it was all about Sherlock. His speech, his breathtaking suit, his whole lost appearance that day took her to the next level of despair and infatuation with him.

So when her then-boyfriend took her roughly on the bed she closed her eyes and tried to imagine that was Sherlock. She thought she heard his voice from the other floor at some point and it distracted her so she could never reach the peak that time. She left her bf soon after making him wonder what's gone wrong.

Since then she lived with that unresolved tension hidden low under the piles of work where she spent all her free evenings. She did it because she always hoped Sherlock would suddenly drop in for some laboratory needs and sometimes he did.

And today she felt it could be the day for her to take action finally as time was passing by but her feeling for Sherlock remained the same.

Irene's hand pushing her coat off her shoulder made her return to reality. Well, if it could be called that. In what reality was she going to engage in any type of erotic interaction with another woman, let alone the woman who was going to seduce the man she was going to seduce too?

- Silence gives consent. – Irene's breath on her ear made her shiver all over with delightful fright. Molly closed her eyes for a moment. Was it that wrong in the end? It felt so good nevertheless strange. Irene's hands on her back caressing her slowly.

- Did Mrs. Hudson let you in? – It was the last attempt of a sinking person to swim ashore. To make up some dialog, get the situation back to normal. Well, ok, it never was that.

- Darling, I enter wherever I'm pleased to. Nobody needs to open a door for me. All the doors are already open. – With these words Irene looked in Molly's eyes for a moment and then placed her open mouth on her neck without any hesitation. She worked her way down to Molly's collarbone, leaving a wet trace on her skin. Molly could not bear it anymore without touching Irene. She was trembling all inside. She was not that nervous even her very first time. She felt somehow stiff, her hands and feet were cold but a hot knot in her lower abdomen was growing, swelling, sending its lazy heavy strokes down her legs and up her chest making her wet.

Squeezing Irene's head in her hands Molly arched back lightly as Irene was working her mouth under the neckline of her dress and pushing Molly against the wall for stability. Panting Molly looked Irene's red mouth which left no stains on her plant kisses and licks above the neckline and felt her nipples turning aching hard with desire. She was all heavy and swollen down under and had to spread her legs a little to ease her torturing growing pleasure.

Irene lifted her head to kiss her on the mouth leaning against her with all her slender body and opening the zip fastener of Molly's dress down to the waist where it finished. Molly kissed her back hungrily, all shaking and closing her eyes once again. Irene bit her lips and tore them between kisses. Molly's hands were now wandering all over her body, sliding down her arms, her hips, touching shyly her breasts, and at least squeezing her butt at which Irene bit her earlobe eagerly and slid her right hand under Molly's hem travelling up her thigh. The sensation of a firm, round ass in her hands made Molly want to get undressed and taken right there. She somehow did not really know how they would progress into it. She still felt that need for a cock. Sherlock's one preferably. The vision of him, naked and aroused taking her right there up against the wall took over her and she squeezed Irene's flesh even harder.

Irene's response was to open her dress and lick her nipples through her thin lacy black bra. Molly moaned sinfully. Oh, that was a decay. Something (champagne?) was getting over her. Everything was spinning around them. That sudden physical attraction, lust, thrill of doing something absolutely crazy with no planning on it. Molly felt like 17 again.

Irene pushed down the cups of her bra and teasingly caressed Molly's breasts with both hands, making her nipples pass between her long fingers with aggressively red nails tearing them a little. Molly was going groaning at her manipulations feeling her moist running down heavily inside her walls. She was drunk with lust, arousal, the immediate need to be relieved of this old tension. She would say yes to anything that moment, would do anything to take off this aching peak and fall down into a releasing orgasm.

She looked pleadingly at Irene and whispered "Please"…

Irene kissed her massaging her breasts and then slid one hand between her legs touching her sex. It was so hot and trembling with need and Molly bit her when her fingernails traced lines across her panties. It was unbearable.

Irene abruptly stepped back leaving Molly against the wall hardly able to stand upright. Molly looked at her like a hungry animal sensing the food which was taken away from it.

- Take off your shoes. – Irene said in a low voice, her contoured lips coining the words. And Molly let them drop on the floor in a second.

- Undress now. – Irene threw her head back a little bit watching Molly starting to take off her dress with her shaking hands. Her eyes followed Molly's each move tasting her eagerness and clumsiness.

Molly nervously took off all her few clothes leaving them on the floor and was now standing there absolutely naked trembling with insecurity and anticipation. She'd like to cover herself now even if she had nothing to worry about body-wise but the need to continue was too urgent now. She felt blood ponding in her temples, pressing them from the inside in search of release.

- I might have a heart attack, - she thought briefly. – What an awkward death it would be. Found dead and absolutely nude in Sherlock's bedroom.

She cast a glance at his bed. How come she was doing what she was doing?

But she had no further chance to go deeper into her thoughts as Irene took her hand and led her to the bed. Her hand was soft and hot, fingers clasping Molly's hand were firm and dry. She thought of what they could have done to her, of what they probably would be doing to her soon.

Irene made a commanding light gesture and Molly slowly laid on the bed on her back with her knees up watching Irene standing in front of her. There was something royal about her figure so immovable and dark that moment. Molly's knees twitched and parted a little. The air caressed her sex sending sweet tingling down her legs and thighs. Molly arched her back a little so that her round breasts with pink nipples raised throwing a shadow on the wall and took off her hair pin tossing it carelessly on the floor and spreading her arms on the bed ready to accept what was coming into her life.