Hello dear readers...I was feeling frisky today, so here's a special treat for you. Warning, this chapter contains girl on girl nookie...with...ahem...an accessory. If it's not your cup of tea, skip this chapter.
"Jane, get inside." I pant. "Now."
"That's what she said." She mutters, calmly trying to turn the key in the knob.
"No more reruns of The Office for you." I respond, clenching my legs together.
"Ha!" Jane exclaims as the door pops open. I make a run for it, somehow managing to kick my heels off mid-stride and toss them aside as I dash for the restroom. Jane disables the house alarm and closes the door with a victorious slam, and I know she is as happy to be home as I am. I hear Jo's toenails click on the tile as she trots over to the bathroom door and scratches at it. When I don't open the door for her, she lets out a pathetic whimper.
I should have used the restroom at her parent's house. It's perfectly clean; however, once I saw John disappear into it and not resurface for a good ten minutes, I decided to take my chances on waiting until I arrived home. It was not the wisest decision to have three glasses of wine, either, but we all did what we had to do in order to endure that dinner. My bladder finally empty and aching with relief, I wash my hands for the recommended 15 seconds, flush the toilet, and leave the restroom to see Jane leaning up against the hallway wall waiting for me.
"You okay?" Jane asks, her face full of thinly-veiled humor. "Didja make it?"
"Yes." I respond primly, tucking my hair behind my ears.
"You could've used my parent's bathroom upstairs, you know." She prods gently, her dark eyes twinkling. "Ma's a neat freak; you could practically eat off the floor if you wanted too."
"I'm sure it meets all classic housekeeping standards." I answer. "However, I had the distinct notion that if I left your side for even a minute, Derek would have followed me."
"Probably." Jane agrees. "That kid is such a creep! Still, he's not worth peeing your pants over."
"I wasn't wearing pants." I argue, motioning to my dress. "Besides, I've done various bladder control exercises over the years and knew I could wait until we arrived home." Tilting my head, I decide to have a little fun with her. "I could teach you the mechanics of bladder and bowel control, complete with timed voiding practice. It would be very useful to you when you are out in the field on a case."
Jane opens her mouth and closes it several times, looking very much like a confused guppy. It's quite humorous, and utterly endearing. "Um, I don't think I'm supposed to talk about things like this with you." She mutters weakly. "You know, isn't there some study that says couples aren't supposed to talk about bathroom stuff?"
"Actually, it's a sign of a secure relationship." I grin before moving in to give her a long and thorough kiss. "It means we are comfortable with each other." I whisper against her lips before kissing her again. I allow my hands to roam to her shoulders and gently trace the outline of her breasts. She pushes her mouth harder against mine, and I back her up into the wall and press myself against her.
"Oh, I'm comfortable." She purrs against my mouth, starting a fire throughout my body that leaves me lightheaded. I set my hands free and leave them to their own devices while I stand on my toes in order to continue kissing her. Without my heels on, she's a good five inches taller than me. Taking that into consideration, I've spent more time working on leg stretches in Yoga.
Deftly undoing her button fly jeans with one hand, I wrap the other around her waist and place a kiss on the incredibly sexy cleft in her chin before moving back to her mouth. Jane smiles against my lips before overpowering me and forcing my hands behind my back.
Sliding her hands down my torso leisurely, they finally come to rest just where I wanted her the most and I am held securely from the front and back. Once she starts moving her hands slowly, oh so slowly, I am powerless. And she knows it.
Her hands stop moving, and she gently releases me. "I gotta pee like a racehorse." Entering the bathroom, she turns to smirk at me. Her chocolate locks fall gently over her shoulders, and her dark eyes glitter in the low light of the hall. She is wearing a luxuriously soft black cashmere turtleneck that I bought for her, and my hands almost burn to inch underneath and feel her supple skin on my fingertips and the fabric on the back of my hands.
"Jane." I whine, standing in the hallway, my chest heaving. "You are unbelievable."
"What?" She responds, slowly closing the door. "You said we could talk about bathroom stuff now."
I resist the urge to bang my head against the wall. One thing I have learned about my detective recently is that she's a terrible tease. Let me rephrase, she is an excellent tease, much to my dismay. She enjoys trying to initiate a sexual response from me that leaves me waiting and agonizing for her touch.
Last week; she sent me a very erotic text message in which I was not able to immediately respond as I was literally up to my elbows in work. I heard my phone chiming several times throughout the autopsy, and once I was finished and cleaned up, I saw I had ten new texts from Jane. Reading them in order, I realized that because I did not respond, Jane became more and more descriptive in her texts about what she wanted to do with me, and was obviously trying to illicit a reaction from me.
It certainly worked, and when I begged her to take a long lunch with me, she declined politely, insisting we share tuna on crackers while sitting at her desk. She practically made love to me with her eyes all throughout lunch, much to Korsak's oblivion and Frost's delight. My attempts to get her to leave early fell on deaf ears, and not until we were in the car on the way home was I able to get her to pull over in a vacant lot and finally make good on her promises from earlier in the day.
Once she realized what her antics did to me, she has taken it upon herself to see just how far she can push me. I can certainly fight fire with fire, and have tried my best to do the same to her. However, her poker face is unbelievable, and she has the uncanny ability to remain unfazed by my attempts to tease her. It is so frustrating, on so many levels.
If I ignore her capers, she will up the ante and increase her messages. If I message her back something just as illicit, she will respond that I am not maintaining a professional work atmosphere. Her smart-alecky response will titillate me more until I break down, texting her to meet me in the elevator in five minutes. Naked.
I have realized that patience, a personality trait that I have always prided myself on, is not something I am able to maintain when it comes to Jane.
Hearing the water running, I unzip the back of my dress and shimmy out of it, quickly shedding the rest of my clothes. Let's see if she can deny this. Hearing the door start to open, I don't even bother picking them up and the pile of discarded garments lie puddled in the hallway.
Poking her head out of the bathroom, she takes one look at me and her eyes go wide with surprise. Knowing she'll follow me, I saunter down the hall toward the bedroom as she eagerly trots behind me. I will have to enjoy this small victory now, knowing full well once Monday comes we will be back at work, fully clothed, and she will have the upper hand again.
The bedroom is dark and quiet, and I feel my muscles clench with anticipation as I stand at the foot of the bed. Jane approaches me from behind and I tilt my neck to the side to allow her full access. She gratefully covers my entire neck with peppered kisses, at first fleeting, and then her mouth lingers on my pulse point. I roll my neck languorously, enjoying every second of her attention.
Her hands meander over every inch of my body, pinching and squeezing, caressing and stroking. Surely, this is heaven. She turns me gracefully in her arms, and I can't help the low moan that escapes my mouth when my hardened nipples brush against her sweater.
Jane's ghost-like touches are fleeting, never staying in one place long enough to do more than tease me, and I let out a whimper of frustration. Closing my eyes, I let my head roll back against my shoulders, knowing it will make my breasts jut out toward her. My body is practically begging for her touch, and I am finally rewarded when I feel Jane's succulent mouth close around my nipple. My eyes open and meet hers, and I am astonished at the love I see swimming in the dark depths. She moves to my other nipple, and I wrap my hands in her hair, pulling her even closer to me.
When I feel her hand boldly coat itself with my wetness, my knees buckle despite my good intentions of standing here and enjoying this for as long as I can. Jane chuckles against my nipple before releasing it and standing upright once again.
Despite my nakedness, I feel no vulnerability when she gazes down at me. Although I still am uncertain why she would choose me, of all people, to be with when she could have anyone that she wanted. Her normally olive-tinged skin is dusky in the low light and I have the desire to see more of it, now.
"Too many clothes." My voice is low to my ears, and when I give her jeans a firm tug, her eyes flash with approval. Seeing the waistband of her Polo women's boy briefs gives me a sudden inspiration for an idea.
"What?" She questions immediately, and the look on my face must have given it away. I widen my eyes and give her a wide smile, hoping to convey innocence. She obviously is not buying it, however. "Maur, what are you concocting with that big brain of yours?"
Hmm. This is a subject that needs to be handled delicately. When I surprised her with an item I'd purchased from a very reputable online company that sells products to enhance lovemaking between lesbian couples, she was quite standoffish about using the item. Once I explained to her, in explicit detail, why I was interested in using it I did get a favorable sexual reaction out of her, but still resistance to use the actual item. It's been sitting in my drawer for weeks now, and the curiosity of the experience is really getting the better of me.
I could give her specifics of why women in lesbian relationships are interested in using such an accessory, and could also explain to her the importance of embracing both gender roles and accepting unconventional feelings. I could also cite several studies that have shown that occasionally donning a masculine accessory doesn't inhibit female sexuality or displace feminine identity.
Or, you could just tell her how hot it makes you when you imagine her bending you over and thoroughly fucking you.
I feel my face flush with my internal admission and nervously bite my lip.
Jane arches a delicate eyebrow and looks at me suspiciously. When she realizes that I'm unable to answer her, she places her hands comfortingly around my arms. The strength of her touch boosts my courage, and I hurry with my response.
"I would like you to put on the strap-on dildo and harness I purchased and have intercourse with me." Before the phrase even leaves my mouth, I realize just how wrong it sounds. I squeeze my toes against the hardwood floor, hopeful that it will suddenly turn to quicksand so I can gracefully sink into a deep crevice of my own embarrassment.
I close my eyes and lick my lips, my face tense as I await Jane's laughter. It doesn't come, so I open one eye cautiously and when I realize that she's not making fun of me or laughing, my other eye follows suit.
Jane shrugs, and does her adorable mouth scrunch while nodding. "Sure."
"Really?" I eagerly clap my hands as my former embarrassment disappears into thin air. Before she can change her mind, I open my dresser drawer and fetch the package of, well, the package. "I'm not exactly sure how it will be assembled." I explain, opening the plastic and removing the directions. Jane snatches both from my hands.
"Lemee figure it out, okay?" She turns quickly and heads toward the master bathroom.
"Do you want help?" I ask, almost giddy with excitement.
"No." She snaps as she closes the door. I know her well enough to realize that she is not upset with me at all. When faced with something new, Jane will react in one of two ways. If she's fairly confident of her expertise in the new subject matter, she will assume a boastful nature and assume that she will easily be able to conquer the experience and claim it as her own. If she is uncertain of her expertise in the new subject matter, she will react with hostility and often become irate for no apparent reason. This clearly is out of her comfort level, which upsets me.
I cross over to the bathroom door and give it a gentle knock. "Jane, we don't have to do this. You are obviously uncomfortable with my request and that was not my intention."
"I'm fine." Her voice is muffled. "I'm just trying to figure it out. Why do they make these so confusing?"
I can't help but smile at her response. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask again.
"Yes." She lets out a heavy sigh. "Okay, I got it. Wow. Hey Maur, I could have done without the full-length mirror in here. I look freaky."
"Put your jeans back on." I tell her. "It will help you re-establish your regular appearance."
Through the door, I hear her clearly pick up her jeans from the floor and begin to put them back on. From the sound of it, they slide easily back up her hips, but once she tries to button them she runs into trouble due to the new attachment. I hear her feet slide from side to side as she makes her attempts to fit everything in.
"How in the world do guys walk around with these things?" She mutters under her breath. I can't control the little laugh that escapes from my mouth. "I swear to God Maura, if you laugh at me I'm taking this thing off and throwing it out the window."
"I'm sure the neighbors would appreciate that." I respond sweetly. "Besides, I wasn't laughing at your predicament, I was laughing at your statement. "
"Same thing." She responds. "Okay, I'm ready."
Jane swings the door open and tries to walk confidently out of the bathroom, but her swagger is severely limited by her stilted gate and blushing face. She makes a beeline for the bed, tossing the pillows onto the floor and sliding in-between the covers self-consciously.
"Come here." She orders, and I slip in next to her. "I want to do this, okay? I'm just not sure how, exactly."
I nod, understanding how it must be confusing for her. "What can I do to help you be more comfortable?" I ask, uncertain of what she needs.
Smiling shyly, she lowers her lush lashes and bats them charmingly. "You could kiss me."
I respond to her request eagerly. As soon as I feel her become more relaxed, I slide on top of her and allow my weight to settle on hers. Wearing just a simple cotton bra and jeans, she looks incredibly sexy and I capture the image of her perfectly in my mind, willing the memory of now to always stay this vibrant.
"That's nice." Jane whispers, resting her arms around my back and holding me close to her. We begin to move together in a lazy rhythm and I can tell by the glint in her eyes that her confidence is growing. "So it's just like this, huh?" She pants as she rolls her hips into mine.
"Almost." I respond, sliding my hand in between our bodies and fiddling with the buttons on her jeans. It seemed so easy to unfasten them earlier. After a brief struggle, I am finally able to unbutton the top and with one swoop unhook all the rest.
My eyes meet hers as I lower myself onto the toy and once I settle into place I vocalize my approval.
"Oh." Jane sighs, biting down on her lip as she thrusts her hips up into mine. "Nice." She drawls.
"Very." I concur as I ride the gentle motion she creates. Her eyes grow bolder with each thrust and I allow myself to crash downward, rolling my hips to push the base of the toy into her. I can tell by her soft grunt that she approves.
We continue our languid motion for several minutes until the fire in Jane's eyes grows so bright that I know she can't resist herself any longer. She is waiting for one word from me, and I give it to her freely.
"Yes."
With my whispered utterance, she rolls us both over, thrusting into me deeply. "Is this okay?" She grits out, her hair falling onto my neck and shoulders.
"Don't you dare stop." I am able to respond between pants. This experience is far surpassing my expectations.
Jane pauses for a second when she hears her phone ring. It's in the back pocket of her jeans and I encourage her to continue while I fish it out of her pocket.
"Ignore it." She demands, doubling up on her efforts. My arm, still holding the offending phone, flops down onto the bed while I silence the ringer. My hands clench against the bedcovers when she angles her hips while driving into me and I feel my orgasm begin, stronger than any I've ever encountered.
"Jane." I pant in her ear, grabbing at her exposed back with my hands. "Right there."
"Here?" She drawls, drawing out her thrust while rocking her hips upward.
"Smartass." I squeak out while she continues her motion. I am so far over the edge I don't even notice our home phone start to ring as it blends perfectly with the ringing sound in my ears due to the increase in blood flow. I can't help but cry out when the overwhelming rush of my climax overtakes me and I frantically maneuver my hand down to find Jane underneath the toy, so wet and ready, arching into my trembling fingers as I make contact with her clit.
"Fuck." She exclaims, collapsing on top of me with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion.
We lie intertwined for several seconds, our hearts beating in unison. Sharing each other's breath and our hair tangled together, we easily could be one creature with two heads, four arms, and four legs.
I finally realize that the phone has stopped ringing and the machine has picked up. Simultaneously, I hear Jo begin to bark as a knock sounds on the door while the message of the machine plays.
"Hi girls! Surprise! I'm at your door, let me in. It's freezing out here!" Angela's chipper voice echoes through the house, backed by Jo's frantic barks.
"You've got to be kidding me." Jane drawls, her head still buried in my shoulder. "Please tell me this is a joke."
Oh, do I wish it was.