I took a look at this chapter today and realized I needed a re-write asap. Thanks to everyone who's reading.
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It's been a few days since Lydia took back Tommy Jr. Maura and I are grieving. There has been little time with our case load and our new sex life to think about what we might have done had Lydia not shown up. Although one night at Maura's house, I did see her trying to hide the tears when she found a pair of tiny socks and a onesie that apparently was forgotten in packing up TJ's belongings.

Then there was the issue of Maura's biological mother, Hope Martin. I could easily see Maura was distracted in her work. I wanted to help her. I would do anything to help my best friend, even if that meant not talking about our extracurricular activities. Not as if either one of us had tried to about the couple of wild nights we had getting drunk and playing some ancillary version of girls gone wild. Maura is clearly distressed that she had located her biological mother, and that her biological mother is now living in Boston. I decided to intrude, so I suggested Maura contact Hope as a college, and call her to come in and consult on our case. The situation called for action. Action I was not sure Maura was ready to take. I insisted Maura call Hope, and ask her to come in to lend her expertise on lifting finger prints from charred hands for Celia Jaffee's autopsy. Maura called Hope but froze like a deer in the headlights and tossed me the phone. I pretended to be an admin and scheduled a consultation to start in thirty minutes. I was so excited when she showed up in the BPD coffee shop later day; I was sure Maura would be thrilled. Instead she looked like she might go vasovagal and pass out on us. I got her out of herself.

Last I saw them, Maura and Hope were headed to the lab. Meanwhile I had to deal with a flashback from Catholic grade school and a time that convinced me I was headed for the bowels of hell if I ever followed my heart's deepest wishes. Interesting timing given my recent sins.

With the case was wrapped up, Maura asks me to the Dirty Robber. A drink is just what I need, and sometime alone with Maura where we are not naked. We run into my old grammar school teacher, Sister Winfred, and have a few laughs over the nun reading a tawdry romantic trash. I never understood the appeal of romance novel; some woman going on about being ravaged by some beefcake on the front of the book cover who looks like a steroid junky wearing a wig. I thought our literary discovery would be a great segue into a conversation about our own recently discovered passions, but then Giovanni shows up and ruins the timing.

Late that night, Maura shows up uninvited to my apartment. Of course she is always welcome, especially if it means I could possibly hear her scream my name while having a ripping orgasm. I think I love giving Maura an orgasm more than being on receiving end. We had yet to come together. Actually my hierarchy of needs had changed over the past two encounters. I now knew I could make her happy as well as fulfill some of my own happiness. Without a doubt, I am sexually satisfied by Maur. I am no-longer missing a sexual element in my life. I also had to face on that Casey was never as satisfying as Maura, even when he could use his penis. I just didn't know if there could be more with the doctor.

But I digress. Maura is at my apartment looking sexy in a different way. A short grey dress that looks like it is just made of cotton, a couple of buttons at the top - very un-Maura like. It drives me wild. She did have on a pair of black stilettos. Other than then the shoes, this is a Maura I have not seen. She sat on my couch without saying a word. I offered a drink. "Yes", she said, "could I get a whiskey glass of ice with 2 to 3 fingers of bourbon? It's been an emotional day seeing Hope." I got her drink and decided to bring the chilled bottle of tequila over for myself. After a few drinks, I asked what she thought of her mom. Maura said she thought she was amazing and that this amazing woman wouldn't have given her up if she knew Maura hadn't died.

I let Maura continue to talk about Hope – her fears and dreams about her mother. After several shots it doesn't matter anymore. We're both hazy and relaxed. I put my feet up on Maura's lap as she instructs me to. She massages my feet so thoroughly I'm half asleep when I feel her slide my pinky toe into her mouth. I start to slowly begin to feel an electric sensation running throughout my body. I didn't realize Maura was into to kink. "You have amazing feet, Jane," she says as she slips my next toe into her mouth, replacing the first. I feel weird, but it's so good. Lying down, I can't see that Maura is occasionally touching herself as she slowly works her way to my big toe. "I've always admired your feet Jane. You remember when we had the body with Morton's toe, and I commented on how I find it quite exquisite."

The next thing I know, Maura slides her grey dress up over her arms, and once again I have lost complete control. She is now wearing some black lingerie and her stilettos. She finishes with my foot and stands up, gracefully removing her shoes, bra and panties. I want to cry. She straddles me and grabs my forearms, pinning me to the couch. She slowly starts climbing up my body. "Jane, I want to sit on your face and have you lick me till I come. I want you to slide that long tongue of yours's into my pussy. I want you to explore me completely." The next thing I know, Maura is straddling my face and I'm surrounded by her smell and taste. I just close my eyes and start licking her like my life depends upon it. When she has her final release, her pussy ejaculates all over my face. I have to push her off and sit up so that I can breathe. She's laughing. "Oh Jane, I'm so sorry". "Baby I have to leave, we have an early day tomorrow, but next time it's all about you. She kisses my lips covered in her juices. She slips her clothes back on and quickly heads for the door. She winks and blows another kiss as she leaves.

Note: I just want to apologize for the mistakes. I could still use a proof-reader. Hopefully someone who's an experienced writer. Please PM if you're available. I haven't decided, I may go back and edit some more of the story before finishing the next chapter.