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Hold onto your seats, ladies (and gents?)...it's, uh, gonna get a bit steamy in here.
That night Jane dreamed of Doctor Maura Isles, and when she startled awake in the middle of the night, her heart felt heavy while her stomach clenched tight. She closed her eyes again and the dream flashed vividly in her mind.
The water was hot, but soothingly so, and the lavender fragrance released by the thick layer of bubbles in the tub relaxed her immensely.
Sighing, Jane sunk slightly deeper into the tub, the water rising to her chin, and closed her eyes.
Suddenly the brunette felt soft hands on her shoulders, fingers quickly flattening and slipping down lower on her chest to cup her firm, small breasts. A soft, feminine voice then whispered, "You are so beautiful, Jane." Fingers pinched already hardened nipples. "From the moment I met you, I've felt such an intense connection. It didn't take me long for me to realize how attracted I am to you."
Jane's eyes rolled back in her head, her breasts pressing forward, reveling in the older woman's teasings.
"I want to take you, Jane. I want to touch your soft, young body, and ruin you for anyone else. I want to make you mine."
As the honey blonde's fingers pinched taut, dark nipples harder, Jane whimpered softly.
"Has anyone ever touched you like this?" the older woman purred.
"N-not exactly like this, no," Jane replied softly. "But...are you sure we should be doing this?"
"Oh yes, we should. Don't worry about anything else right now except how I make you feel, okay?"
Then, as suddenly as the older woman's hands had appeared, they were gone. Surprised, Jane sat up straighter in the tub and glanced back over her shoulder to see Maura quickly pulling off her blue spandex shirt and simple, black pants, revealing no bra and a black thong underneath them.
Slipping off the scrap of black fabric, Maura softly instructed, "Scoot forward," and as Jane turned around again to do so, the older woman stepped into the tub, gripping the sides of the porcelain basin as she lowered herself slowly into the hot, sudsy water. Her feet slipped past Jane's hips, along Jane's legs, and she reached forward to pull Jane back against her body, leaning them both back to rest against the high back of the tub.
Maura slipped her arms around the young woman's waist and then quickly up to palm the pert breasts again. Then oh so slowly, Maura slid her hand down Jane's taut stomach and finally slipped her fingers through thick curls between the young woman's legs. As the tips of her fingers grazed the top of Jane's clit, Jane gasped, her hips bucking slightly.
"Do you want me to make you feel good, Jane?" the honey blonde whispered low in Jane's ear, her voice dripping with the desire to make the younger woman come undone. "I have so much I could teach you."
Jane rested her head against Maura's left shoulder, bending her knees and placing her feet flat on the bottom of the tub. She spread open her knees and rested them against the sides of the white porcelain.
"Tell me," Maura purred.
"Please," the brunette begged. "Please just, ah!"
Fingertips played softly against sensitive flesh, circling, sliding.
It was nothing like Jane had ever felt before, including the times that she touched her own body. At 19, almost 20, Jane was certainly no virgin, but the feelings that Maura was causing in her body were definitely new and almost overwhelmingly exciting.
Softly Maura kneaded Jane's breast with her left hand as she swirled the tip of her middle finger over Jane's sensitive nub. She then dipped her finger down, parting swollen lips, feeling the distinct difference between the young brunette's arousal and the water. Circling her opening, Maura slipped a single digit inside, Jane clenching around the finger briefly before relaxing again. "Mmm," Maura hummed. "You are so tight." She curled the finger, pressing against Jane's G-spot repeatedly.
"Unghh!" the young brunette grunted out, her hands gripping Maura's knees, fingernails sinking in.
Slowly the doctor slid her finger out and pressed two fingers to Jane's opening, causing the brunette to tense her body. "Relax, dear," Maura soothed.
"It's just," Jane whimpered, "it's been a while since the last time and I'm-"
"Relax your body," Maura whispered, sliding her fingers back to the young woman's clit. "Trust me to take care of you, okay?"
For a few more minutes Maura teased Jane, clearly intent on making her arousal almost unbearable, and when Jane finally begged for more, the doctor slipped her middle and ring fingers back down, again circling Jane's opening. Slowly she pushed them inside, feeling Jane stretch enough to accommodate the welcomed intrusion. When her fingers were knuckles deep, she curled the tips and Jane's walls clamped shut around her fingers so tightly she could barely move them.
"Oh god," Jane moaned.
"Is that good, Jane?" Maura teased, her voice silky.
"Mmfff."
Then Maura whispered, breath hot against her ear, "Touch yourself."
Jane opened her eyes, realizing that her left hand was now between her thighs, touching herself through her panties. She could feel the wetness seeping through the thin, cotton material, and she felt more turned on than she'd ever been before. Slowly she began to massage her clit through the fabric, throwing her head back into the pillow, swallowing a moan. After a minute or so, she finally slipped her hand underneath the fabric, touching herself directly. Wetness instantly coated her fingertips.
She closed her eyes and tried to continue the dream herself, and though something tugged inside her chest at using her own employer-turned-friend as the subject of her fantasy dream, she was powerless to stop her body's need. Around and around she circled her clit until she felt the familiar tight clench in her lower belly, and she continued until her body finally succumbed to the pleasure bursting inside of her, bucking against her own hand until she could take no more.
Wiping her fingers on the inside of her underwear, Jane pulled her hand out from under and sighed as the guilt of her action began to wash over her. Despite the pleasurable release that normally relaxed her, sleep did not easily return.
The next evening at dinner, an evening that Maura still had off before she had to return to the hospital the following morning, when she, Jane, and the children were sitting around the table, Maura noticed that Jane was very quiet. She had been all day, in fact, and anytime Maura made eye contact, the young brunette blushed and quickly averted her eyes. Maura said nothing in front of the children, but fully planned on confronting Jane later.
"Mama?" Ethan asked toward the end of the meal.
"Yes, my love?"
"May we watch a movie after dinner?" His eyes were bright, pleading.
"What would you like to watch, Ethan?" the honey blonde asked softly.
"Da 'Credibles!" Samantha shouted happily.
Maura smiled and enunciated, "The Incredibles, Samantha."
The strawberry blonde girl shot her mother a toothy grin. "Yeah, Da 'Credibles!"
Sighing at Samantha's lack of attempt to repeat the correction, Maura replied, "Sure, but only if you eat everything on your plate. Both of you."
Happily Samantha and Ethan scarfed down everything on their plates, and after doing so, the little girl begged, "Mama, may we be 'scused?"
"Yes, love. Why don't you two go into the den and set everything up on the TV?" Maura suggested. "Jane and I will clear the table."
"By ourselves?" Ethan asked, wide-eyed.
"I trust you, darling. Sometimes you're better with technology than even Mama," the older woman reassured with a smile.
Both grinning widely, the three and five year olds slipped off their chairs and scampered off to the den to find the DVD.
The entire exchange with the children, Jane was sitting there looking at her plate, moving food around it, occasionally taking a bite. She swallowed hard as the children's footsteps could no longer be heard, knowing that Maura was about to start talking.
"You've barely spoken to me all day, Jane," Maura finally said, breaking the silence, "and you've looked at me even less."
Jane still remained silent, pushing steamed green beans around her plate.
Hurt seeped into the older woman's voice. "I thought we'd cleared everything up last night. What's happened since then?"
Slowly the young brunette raised her eyes to meet Maura's. "I'm just not feeling well is all."
"I don't believe you. Every time you've looked at me today, you've looked embarrassed," the older woman observed, "and perhaps even a little guilty. Please tell me what I did to upset you."
Jane swallowed the lump in her throat and felt her face flush hot. Again she looked down quickly at her plate. She then heard the gentle scraping of chair legs across the floor and Maura's soft footsteps approach her.
"Jane," the doctor said softly.
"I think I'm going to go lie down." Jane lifted her face up toward the honey blonde woman, eyes softly pleading to not push the issue. "Just tell the children I'm not feeling well, okay? Please?" She stood swiftly, grabbing her plate and glass in the process, and turned toward the kitchen. She heard Maura quickly gathering the remaining dinnerware, hot on her heels.
"Please talk to me," Maura pleaded, setting the three plates in her hand on top of Jane's by the kitchen sink. When she gently placed her hand on the small of Jane's back, the young brunette jumped away like she'd been burned. Hurt flashed across the older woman's features, and she felt the familiar lump in her throat signaling the start of tears. Blinking her eyes quickly, she whispered, "Jane? Please tell me what's wrong."
Her back still toward the honey blonde doctor, Jane clenched her hands into fists at her sides before her shoulders finally slumped in defeat. "I had a dream," she whispered.
"About me?" Maura replied quietly back.
"About us. Together."
Quietly Maura stepped behind the young woman again, gently placing her hand on Jane's right bicep. The brunette didn't react physically this time. "It was just a dream, Jane."
"Not to me."
"So you're just going to ignore me now? Pretend I barely exist, because of a dream you had of us together?"
"You're married, Maura," Jane argued, turning around to finally face her friend. "I can't think that way about you!"
"You can't control your thoughts, your feelings, or really even your dreams, and trying to do so can actually be unhealthy for you. Did you know that?"
"Well I have to, okay? Because if I don't, I might go insane. I just...dammit, Maura. I can't handle this." The brunette then turned on her heel and marched out of the kitchen.
"Jane, wait," Maura pleaded. "Please!"
The young woman kept walking, however, and Maura slumped against the kitchen island, willing herself not to cry.
If it feels like this story is moving quickly, please know that there actually IS method to my madness this time around.
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