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This chapter contains depictions of consenting adults doing what consenting adults do when they feel like it, so if sexual content isn't your thing, please skip the chapter and move on.

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Sharon dreams of Brenda

Sharon's viewpoint

The afternoon had finally come to an end, which left me a little blue, as I had been having a wonderful time. It'd been ages since I had been out to such a happy, casual party. Not to mention the delicious, oh so very naughty thrill of surreptitiously flirting with Brenda.

We had headed our separate ways and I made my way home, where I had a long soaking shower, scrubbing the pool water smell out of my hair and emerging feeling wonderfully relaxed.

I wandered around the house in a bath robe for a while but didn't feel all that hungry, that delicious lunch had filled me up and after all the wine I'd drunk, I didn't want any more, so I made a coffee and sat on my sofa, looking out into the back yard as the sun set.

I thought back over the day, which had not turned out anything like I had thought it might when I left this morning. It had been a day full of surprises with Brenda being the biggest of them.

I once again examined my decision about Brenda and wondered yet again if I was doing the right thing.

As the light outside dimmed, I reviewed everything that had happened, the lives that both couples had built, how happy they were and I realised I wanted the same thing.

I sat there thinking of what I wanted, the thought of Brenda, all mine.

I closed my eyes and the images of Brenda in that swimsuit played on the inside of my eyelids. Her figure, her smile, the honeyed Georgia accent, that shining hair, I wondered what it would be like to have her call out my name in the throes of passion. To see her hair splayed out across a pillow, to see her look at me in the post-orgasmic aftermath of sex.

I slowly nibbled at my lip as I realised that I was becoming turned on, the vivid images making me shiver a little, my body starting to respond to the images. Resolutely I banished the images to concentrate on the facts.

I had been alone for way too long, since my relationship with Brooke had ended. There had been a couple of one night stands with men and women, but that was just physical release, good as a pressure relief, but none of them were people that I wanted to be truly intimate with beyond a good quality fuck.

I wanted the same easy intimacy and open love that I had seen today, with someone who I could love. Could I love Brenda Leigh Johnson?

I thought about that very concept, deep and hard. If someone had asked me eighteen months ago I would probably have had them committed to an insane asylum, back then my more usual thoughts were that I just wanted to strangle her.

Truth be told though, I had come to appreciate our little sparring matches. Most of the senior officers I ran up against either backed down or weren't sure how to deal with a woman who stood her ground. Brenda and I seemed to just generate sparks off each other; it almost became a game for each of us to outwit the other.

Brenda trying her hardest to send me off to the wrong place to buy her time to investigate, me trying my damndest to be right where she didn't want me. The look on her face when I walked in where I wasn't expected had always had its own illicit thrill. I have no doubt that when she succeeded in sending me on a wild goose chase a similar thrill had hit her.

It got to the point where it had seemed that solving the crime had almost become secondary; beating each other had become the main game. I smiled, I'd actually got to the point where I'd look forward to cases where I could match wits with her, the challenge was real and the satisfaction was delicious.

It couldn't have lasted though, sooner or later one of us would have had to step back; Pope would have eventually forced a resolution, even though he seemed to take a perverse, illicit delight in watching us fight it out in his office. I blinked as a momentary image of the pair of us having a cat fight in a pile of jelly on the floor of his office flashed through my mind.

I laughed at the thought; Pope would pay real money to see that. Shit, he still carried a torch for Brenda and he'd made it obvious that he was interested in me, no doubt the son of a bitch had dreamed of the pair of us together, performing for him; he was a guy after all.

I smiled, imagining the look on his face if Brenda and I did become an item; he'd probably be torn between frustration and fantasy. I smirked, he'd be so pissed, pissed that he'd lost both of us, not that I cared, turning my thoughts back to Brenda.

Since those early days we'd become closer, that horrible Ally Moore case, the Goldman inquisition, trying to find out whoever Goldman's leak was, although pretty much everyone was certain it was Taylor; each of them had driven us closer together.

Now we were friends, pretty close friends. We caught up for coffee several times a week; we had been clothes shopping together, I liked spending time with her. Under that 'aw shucks' exterior was an incredibly smart woman, one who had managed to turn her squad from hostile subordinates into a group of friends devoted to her.

She was pretty and smart and fun. I remembered hearing her tinkling laugh this afternoon and realised I had never heard her laugh as often as I had today. She had let her barriers fall, comfortable that she was amongst friends and I realised that I really, truly liked the woman underneath the day to day armour.

A pang of regret hit me, Brenda had been open and unguarded and I had taken advantage of her openness to slither inside her defences and make the opening moves on seducing her.

I sat back and took a sip of coffee, enjoying the bitter taste as it slid over my tongue. I had, in a way, betrayed her trust. She believed me to be her supportive friend, the person she could trust, and I had used that trust to use the closeness we had to do something I wasn't even sure she would appreciate, let alone reciprocate.

I set the coffee down and stretched out, working a few slightly sore muscles. I hadn't done that much swimming in years and some of my muscles were grumbling a bit about the unaccustomed exercise. I made a note to skip a few morning runs and try and get into the gym a bit more; work on the other muscle groups for a change.

Enough wool-gathering; I needed to refocus. What do I do? Right now I could decide I should stop, accept that Brenda was a friend and she should stay one. Basically accept the status quo and try and move on, try and find someone else who intrigued me half as much as Brenda. I snorted at that.

Right…

On the other hand, I now had evidence that she at least was open to the attraction of a relationship with a woman. Her body had certainly demonstrated that clearly enough, watching the girls at the pool. I had to say though, watching Jane and Maura or Natalie and Anastasia lovingly kissing would probably get a rise out of anyone, man or woman, who wasn't either a raging homophobe or dead.

If I did want to seduce her and I had to admit that I desperately did, then I'd have to go about this so very carefully. Brenda might be at least somewhat interested but she was obviously completely inexperienced and I didn't want to have her run scared from the thought.

I had to get her gently used to me being in her personal space, being intimately close to her, while slowly moving her thoughts to the idea that a relationship with a woman would be a good thing. I wanted Brenda to think that the idea was hers, making her much less likely to withdraw at the potential reality.

After all, I wasn't looking for a one night stand with her. Honestly I still got enough appraising glances and appreciative comments, even at my age, that I could find someone to scratch that particular itch. What I wanted was something much longer term. Very long term if I was being honest, as in forever long.

Truthfully, I didn't know too many people of either sex who could have filled that requirement. Some of them had been at the party today, but they were taken. In fact looking at it objectively, Brenda was one of the few people I could see being with long term, plus she was available.

She was smart, pretty and understood the pressures of the job we worked in. To be honest, that had been what had ended the almost four-year relationship I had with Brooke. She had not been able to accept the realities of being involved with a police officer, the threats, the dangers, being injured and being shot at and sometimes having to take a life that were part and parcel of the career.

Brenda knew what that life was all about; to be honest that woman had pulled out her weapon more times in the last two years than I had in the last decade. She was always headstrong, leading her team from the front, unwilling to send them to do something she wouldn't, particularly when it came to dangerous situations.

I took another sip of coffee as I examined what I really wanted; from a relationship and from one with Brenda.

I wanted someone to share a life with, someone who accepted me as Sharon, not 'Commander Raydor' or 'that frigid FID bitch' which was a new term I'd overheard lately. I wanted someone to love and someone who would love me in return, someone who would share my bed, my life and my heart.

I was lonely; I was honest enough to admit that the thought of growing old alone scared me. I didn't think that I was too old to love again, to give everything of myself to someone who would love me back.

Would Brenda Leigh Johnson be the one?

I honestly didn't know but I hoped so, I hoped that we could be together, to be happy as a couple.

I certainly found her attractive, both physically and mentally. I had seen enough today to know that the prospect of exploring her body intimately was something that was a major turn on for me.

I closed my eyes and cast my mind back over today's activities. Even with her hair plastered to her head and any makeup washed away, Brenda had been lovely and that generous mouth was just made for kissing. I felt a smile twist my lips as a warm tingly flush passed through me at the thought of capturing that lush mouth.

It was obvious that whatever my rational mind was thinking, my body and emotions and libido had made their mind up.

Giving in for a moment, I imagined pinning her under me, running my hands through those luscious blonde locks while I plundered her mouth.

To feel her hands over my body as I stripped her of her clothes, to explore every nook and crevice of her body, every high point and warm wet place. I was the experienced one; I would have to lead her into the joys that two women could share.

To have her moan under me as I suckled from her nipples, those remarkably long ones I had witnessed this afternoon, tenting the wet Lycra so charmingly. Teasing them with my tongue and catching them between my teeth.

To hear her soft Georgia lilt as she moaned my name, her long, strong fingers entwined in my hair as I kissed and licked and sucked down her delicious body and those lovely long legs.

Wetness surged within me and I felt the soft fabric of the robe irritating the tips of my nipples as I became incredibly aroused. Getting up from the lounge I made my way to the bedroom, if I was going to lose myself in pleasure I was going to do it in the comfort and privacy of my bedroom.

I dropped the robe on the floor as I stepped up to the bed, turning the covers down and sliding between the cool sheets. Tweaking my nipples I felt a shudder run through me as I realised I was well and truly primed from thinking about making love to Brenda.

I reached into the bedside table for my favourite vibe, switching it on low and sliding it down to my clit. Just the slightest touch had me shuddering in delightful agony. I hadn't been this aroused in a long while. With one hand I tweaked and twisted my nipples, while the other played the toy back and forward, around and over my clit, driving me higher and higher.

Would she scream or moan? I think I'd want her to scream, to scream my name as I made her come. To feel her thrash as I tongued her clit or slid my fingers inside her, to watch her ride my face as I ate her out, watching her breasts heave above me as she desperately tried to breathe while I drove her insane with lust.

To feel her lips on my nipples, my neck, my clit, her fingers in my hair, hefting my breasts, sliding her fingers into me, twisting and turning while she sought out my climax. I could see her above me, looking down at me with those big brown eyes, her fingers deep within me as she coaxed me to come for her.

I suddenly stiffened, the climax catching me by surprise in its speed and intensity. I normally never came this fast. I realised that I had somehow buried the fingers of one hand deep inside me, while the other was driving the vibrator over my clit in frenzied circles. I could already feel another impending climax building as I squeezed my eyes shut again, letting my imagination rule again.

We were back at the pool, only this time it was Brenda and I who were kissing, the others watching us, Brenda's hand was wrapped in my hair, holding me firmly as she raped my mouth with her tongue, her other hand on my thigh and edging higher. One of my hands was on her neck, holding her close, while the other was toying with a nipple through the Lycra.

She was sitting on the edge of the pool, as I slipped back into the water, pushing her knees apart and moving between them, licking my lips as I slipped my finger under the edge of the fabric hiding her crotch, pulling it to one side to expose her to me. I could see the soft blonde curls, the folds wet and open, blood engorged, they were puffy and pink and oh so ready.

I moved in and swiped my tongue through her folds, feeling her juice's coat first my tongue, then my lips and chin as I made a meal of her, trying desperately to gather every last drop while she moaned and shuddered, her hands wrapped in my hair and pushing me into her hard.

I was aware that the others were there watching but I didn't care, too busy claiming Brenda as mine. They watched as I drove her more and more wild, her moans becoming screams, as I teased and sucked and bit her clit, feeling her ass rise off the ground to give me better access as the muscles in her thighs tensed. She was close, I could tell.

She begged, that southern lilt almost unrecognisable as she panted and groaned and moaned and screamed my name. Taking her clit into my mouth, I gently clenched it between my teeth as I sucked at it, while slamming two, then three then four fingers into her, as she screamed my name over and over incoherently.

I thrashed, I shuddered, I came in an explosion the like I hadn't experienced in years.

When I finally recovered, I was face down, my body still trembling and twitching in aftershocks.

"Wow" I breathed, completely spent.

The last time I had come like that was when Brooke and I had spent the night together with a pretty young waitress at a restaurant where we'd enjoyed dinner, she'd been oh so attentive to us, making it obvious that she was interested in us both, so we had waited for her to finish work and taken her home.

I hadn't done a threesome before that, but Brooke had and I was intrigued, so we'd taken her to bed and basically blown her mind all night. By the following morning that young girl had become very, very good at eating pussy. Mind you, she'd been taught by the best.

I'd managed to recreate that mind-blowing experience, the culmination of a full night's effort, with a simple, nasty, filthy fantasy about eating out Brenda Leigh Johnson. If the fantasy was that good, I couldn't wait for the reality.

With that thought I realised that no matter what my rational, cautious mind might counsel, it had been conclusively outvoted by my lust for her.

As I laid there, a lazy smile on my face, my eyes slowly focussed on the book by my bedside table. I was revisiting Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes for the first time in years and unbidden, a thought came to me. It was so appropriate, I murmured the words.

"Come Watson, the game is afoot:"

I laughed softly, oh yes it was, it was indeed.