They were tired, but Sandra was by no means done. She lay on top of Shannon, making sure the woman’s legs were spread. She was looking eye to eye with her redheaded police officer as she pressed her mound against Shannon’s. She started humping the woman, rubbing private area against private area. There was no hurry or rush to climax this time. Just the pure pleasure of flesh on flesh. Shannon bent her knees so that her feet were resting flat on the bed. She reached around and grabbed Sandra’s round ass flesh, pulling the beautiful woman closer to her. Sandra latched her lips onto Shannon’s lips, neck, face . . . anything they could reach. Shannon just moved her arms up and wrapped them around Sandra’s body, clinging to the dark-skinned goddess as she rubbed against her. Sandra’s large breasts were pressed against Shannon’s smaller ones, and nipples were rubbing against each other. There was nothing about that moment that Shannon didn’t find incredibly arousing.
The two women stayed like that for almost twenty minutes. Sandra had started whispering into Shannon’s ear, telling the woman how sexy she was. Shannon was blushing a bit, though that was partially do to exertion. With Sandra’s lips next to her ear, Shannon began sucking and nibbling on Sandra’s ear. The only thing that distracted her was when she realized she was approaching her fourth orgasm.
“I’m . . . gonna . . .” She couldn’t say anything else. She was tired, sweating, and her body was exerting its sexual might one more time. By the time it was over, she was having problems moving. She had forgotten just how much energy good sex required.
Sandra, her own crotch almost sloppy with her and Shannon’s fluids, kept up her pace. She grabbed one of Shannon’s hands and pressed it between their two crotches. The redhead got the idea and slipped her fingers inside Sandra’s body, giving the Latin woman something else to rub against. And those fingers were pumping away vigorously, stretching and prodding Sandra’s insides. Finally, her pussy clamped down and she came directly onto Shannon’s hand and thighs. She rested on top of the smaller woman as her body was ravaged by orgasm, trembling and quaking in delight. She felt Shannon’s lips still nibbling on her ear the whole time.
Sandra rolled off the top of her lover’s body, but made sure not to leave direct physical contact. She draped one arm and one leg over Shannon’s recovering form. She met Shannon’s gaze. “And we didn’t even get to break out any of my toys.”
Shannon gave her a tired smile. “Dih-… did you wuh-… want to keep going?”
“God, you are in incredible shape! I can barely move,” Sandra said, pulling the redhead closer to her. “No, I think we should save something for next time.” She then waited for the question she knew was coming.
“Nuh-… next time? You stuh-… still want to see me?”
“You know, you’re kind of dense for a scientist. Of course I want to see you again! What is it going to take to get it into that gorgeous head of yours that you’re very desirable?”
Shannon averted her gaze until Sandra reached over and pulled her chin until the two were face to face again. Then she pulled the comforter over both their bodies.
“You’re really going to make me work at this, aren’t you?” A few well placed pokes later and Sandra had Shannon laughing, then moaning, then . . . then no more words were needed.
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A few hours later . . .
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Shannon awoke with a start. She was sweating and had a chill run through her. She wasn’t in her own bed, and that wasn’t something she did often. Or ever, for that matter. She took a moment to orient herself. She was at Sandra’s house. It was her night off, and she had spent a large portion of the night and into the morning making love to a beautiful woman. “Where is she?” Shannon thought, looking around. She knew that Sandra hadn’t run off and left her. This was Sandra’s house. Then Shannon saw a light emanating from the door that led to the stairs. She got out of bed and looked around for something to put on, finding her discarded sweatshirt. After she was semi-dressed, she descended the stairs.
Sandra was sitting in a chair, staring at the entryway. She had thrown on a long, white-silk robe that contrasted wonderfully against her light brown skin. But her beautiful face was just pointed at a spot on the floor. It was the spot a man had lain dead not long ago. Shannon put a hand on Sandra’s shoulder, causing her to jump a bit. Then Shannon sat in the woman’s lap.
“I wih-… wish I could say suh-… something that would make yuh-… you feel better. Thuh-… that what happened was as much about you as being struck buh-… by lightning. Buh-… but I know that doesn’t help. I’ve puh-… peeled bodies off of muh-… more floors than I care to remember. Luh-… losing peace of mind in your own home is like luh-… losing someone you care about. All you cuh-… can do is accept what happened and move on. And thuh-… that takes time.”
“I know. But that doesn’t make the here and now any easier. Crooked or not, it feels almost disrespectful to stand there or walk over that spot.” Sandra kissed the back of Shannon’s neck. Having the officer there made her feel so much more comfortable, though she was still obviously unsettled. Then she noticed that her lover was wearing that infernal sweatshirt again. “Okay, we HAVE to get you some new clothes. You’ve got tonight off, right?” Shannon nodded. “Cool. When you used the service, did you ever meet a woman named Jasmine?” Shannon blushed furiously. “I see that you did. Well, she and I are friends now. I’m going to give her a call and see if she has some free time to take you shopping today. On me of course.”
“I cuh-… cuh-… couldn’t! I’m shuh-… sure everything wih-… will look bad on me. And . . .”
“No arguing. The only reason dating is hard for you is because you’ve been hiding for so long in a prison you built for yourself. You NEED to break out, for your own mental health if nothing else. I have to work tomorrow . . . well, today now. I’ll probably be working until the evening. Go out and get the full treatment: new clothes, a day at the salon, new underwear . . . please get some new underwear, and DON’T write the days of the week in them! Then I’ll pick you up at your place and we’ll go somewhere nice.”
Shannon had a look on her face as if she had just been asked to take on the entire United States military while armed with nothing but a toothpick, or she had been told she had to watch a Pauly Shore movie. She had the look of fear.
“C’mon,” Sandra pleaded. “Give it a shot. You told me that you don’t want to be alone anymore. So rejoin the human race,” she said. “I mean, you’ve survived some pretty heinous stuff. All I’m asking is to see you in a dress.”
Shannon’s heart was going a mile a minute. “I . . . I duh-… don’t know if I can do it,” she said softly. “I’m scared.”
Sandra could scarcely believe what she was hearing. “We’re sitting just a few feet from where a corpse was less than a week ago, and you’re freaked out by the idea of wearing a thong.”
Shannon nodded. Then her eyes shot open. “A thong?!?”
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That afternoon . . .
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Sandra’s head was in the clouds all day. The last week of her life had been so surreal. She had gone from being the queen of her world, impervious to both the dangers and pleasures of the world around her, to someone who had been exposed almost frighteningly to both. She was barely aware of what was said in her many meetings, conference calls and other assorted business transactions. She had been signing some contracts when she got a call from Jasmine. The beautiful escort had been surprised when Sandra had put in her request, but she was willing to help out. Jasmine had been very coy over the phone, but assured Sandra that she wouldn’t be disappointed. The normally composed woman sounded a little surprised when she discussed the shopping trip she and Shannon had gone on. Shannon was obviously still nervous, but she seemed almost desperate to escape the downward spiral her life was in. She still wasn’t comfortable with strangers seeing her body, and only Jasmine’s prior relationship with Shannon and friendship with Sandra allowed her to remain present when Shannon was trying on clothes. Unfortunately, Jasmine had an appointment that evening so she wouldn’t be able to help do the touch-ups. But she admitted to being amazed by just how beautiful Shannon was, and that Sandra was in for one hell of an evening if she played her cards right.
After that, Sandra just sat in her office, playing Hearts on the computer and waiting for her day to be over. She kept trying to think of what the gorgeous redhead would be wearing, but her brain fogged over every time she tried. “It’s a fucking conspiracy,” she said to herself, “and even my brain is in on it!”