Flesh & Blood (8 page)

‘I not tell you how to do your hair, you not tell me how to do mine,’ the Asian girl snapped.

‘But you’re hardly looking very professional, that’s all I’m saying.’

‘So?’ Sara snapped uncompromisingly. ‘Why do that matter?’

‘It matters if you want people to treat you seriously as a police officer,’ Leah said in exasperation.

‘I not worried what people think,’ the girl stubbornly insisted.

Leah shook her head, turned the ignition and headed for the street, but found her eyes flitting repeatedly to the sight of the Asian girl’s naked thighs and cheeky peep of her panties. They were lovely legs and she found, despite her irritation at doing so, that she began to dwell on what lay beneath the soft silk, and then to the rest of the girl’s body. What would Sara be like in bed, she wondered? Wild, she thought, and uninhibited. Had she any experience with women? Knowing Sara, quite possibly.

Leah’s eyes continued to glance sideways and secretly admire the lithe form of the girl beside her whenever the road ahead was clear for a few seconds. The soft, lovely flesh of her creamy, butternut thighs made her own thighs twitch as she imagined what lay beneath the too short skirt. She found herself admiring Sara’s fingers as they lay relaxed on her thighs, so neat and dainty, and she imagined taking them into her own hands, stroking and caressing them, placing them against her body, licking them and sliding them between her lips so she could suck and draw the lovely scent of Sara’s body into her mouth. She could feel herself moistening between her thighs and became increasingly aware of an electric sexual tension in the car.

‘We need to make a stop,’ Sara said, without turning her head towards Leah.

‘Where?’ asked Leah.

‘My place,’ Sara told her. ‘Is not far.’

Leah should have objected, but she had never seen Sara’s apartment and found herself curious, wanting to know more about the enigmatic girl. She allowed Sara to direct her, feeling the tension growing as they turned off onto a quiet side street and parked in front of an old brick apartment block. They both got out without exchanging words, and she followed the girl at a short distance, admiring her legs from behind as they entered the building.

‘Is on the second floor,’ Sara said, and walked up the stairs, Leah following, able to see up the short skirt which swayed around the tops of Sara’s thighs as she moved, and felt a quiver of hunger in her stomach as she admire the girl’s panties encasing her neat bottom.

It was an old building, and a wave of stuffy air drifted out into the hall as Sara opened the door to her apartment. Leah followed her in and looked around. It was a small apartment, typical of older homes that were subdivided into apartments. A new partition wall had been put up, reducing the size of the living room but creating a single bedroom and a tiny bathroom. The kitchenette was to Leah’s left, separated from the front room by a small breakfast bar.

Sara moved into the living room and looked about almost nervously.

‘Is something wrong?’ Leah asked.

‘No, why?’ the girl asked, almost too quickly.

‘Because you’re acting strangely,’ Leah told her, and then watched in amazement as Sara responded by removing her blazer to show Leah the lovely sight of her small but beautiful breasts pushing tautly against the white blouse she wore.

‘Um, are you trying to taunt Mbweni?’ Leah asked, feeling extremely flustered, reluctantly tearing her eyes away from the mouthwatering sight and looking up at Sara’s sparkling eyes. ‘Because I’m pretty sure she’s not the type to tolerate such behavior.’

‘You don’t think I look sexy?’ Sara asked, turning side on and running her hands up and down her body.

‘That’s not the point,’ Leah said, even more confused, her mouth suddenly dry. ‘You can’t dress like that while on duty.’

‘What if I playing role for decoy perhaps?’ Sara suggested.

‘Well, I suppose… but you’re not.’

‘No?’ She let her hands slid up the sides of her brief skirt, lifting it slightly to show her panties. ‘I see the way you look at me, Leah,’ she suddenly said, pointedly, catching Leah off guard.

‘E-excuse me?’ Leah stammered, blushing at being caught out so easily.

‘I know you want me.’ Sara began to slowly unbutton her blouse, then when they were all undone she seductively peeled her blouse off her shoulders, and Leah felt her heart skip a beat at the vision of her lovely naked breasts and erect nipples.

‘Don’t be silly,’ she said, but with little conviction, reeling with excitement at the prospect of what Sara appeared to be offering, yet at the same time confused and wary about why she was behaving in such a way. ‘What’s got into you?’ she asked, trying but failing to hide her interest.

Sara rolled her hips seductively and her tongue slid suggestively across her lower lip. ‘What got into me?’ she said, with a throaty chuckle. ‘A lot got into me.’ She reached to her right hip and undid the catch of her skirt, then slid the zip down and let the skirt slide down around her ankles.

‘Sara,’ Leah said anxiously, ‘put your clothes on.’

‘But I don’t want to,’ Sara said. ‘I want to feel your body against me.’ She stepped free of the discarded skirt and moved closer, Leah edging back warily.

‘You know you want me,’ Sara breathed, her eyes strangely haunted.

‘No,’ Leah denied, ‘I… I don’t.’

Sara reached out for her and Leah caught her wrists to block the touch, but the Asian girl immediately drew her arms back, pulling Leah’s hands with them, which she swiftly caught and twisted, and before she realized it Leah found her fingers firmly cupping Sara’s warm breasts, and a shudder ran through her body. She felt a wild thrill of excitement in the pit of her tummy but desperately fought against it and shrank back, falling across the sofa. Sara was instantly upon her, straddling her body, her hands cupping Leah’s head, her body swooping down as she pressed her lips firmly against Leah’s, her tongue thrusting between them. Leah grasped the girl’s shoulders, but instead of pushing her away she squeezed them, then stroked, and despite her shock at the unexpected attack her tongue began to respond, to push back against Sara’s as her body awoke with sexual electricity. She caressed the girl’s smooth back, and melted into the long kiss with passion.

Instinctively Leah’s hands slid down onto the girl’s rounded bottom, kneading her buttocks, pulling her hips to hers. Sara cupped Leah’s breasts, squeezing them through the thin sweater, then gently tugging it out of her trousers and pulling it up. She folded down her bra and cupped her breasts, squeezing them avidly, and then one delicate hand crept down Leah’s belly and managed to edge beneath the waistband of her trousers, into her panties.

She complained weakly as Sara’s fingers found her sex and teased her clitoris.

With her free hand Sara managed to remove Leah’s jacket, lift her sweater up over her head and drop it to the floor, then unclasping the bra she lowered her mouth and suckled her sighing colleague’s nipples. Then her free hand lowered and undid Leah’s trousers. She slid back to kneel on the floor between Leah’s feet, pulling the trousers with her, removing them from Leah’s long legs and discarding them on the floor beside her. Then she leant forward between Leah’s legs, gripping her thighs strongly, forcing them back and further apart as she mouthed her sex through her black thong, her tongue lapping across the silk.

‘S-Sara,’ Leah gasped, but the Asian girl ignored her, removing the thong and squeezing her face tight between her thighs again. Leah was overwhelmed with longing as she felt the girl’s delicate mouth against her sex, as silken hair caressed her thighs.

Then Sara unexpectedly drew back, leaving Leah feeling cold and empty. Sara stood and went to the small desk just behind her, lifting a pair of handcuffs from one draw and turning, breathless, her eyes wild. ‘Put these on me,’ she demanded, her voice husky. She passed them to Leah, then turned and crossed her wrists together behind her back.

This was madness, Leah thought dreamily. They were supposed to be working, investigating a very serious case. But at that moment she didn’t care. She rose to her feet, took the handcuffs, appreciating the feel of the smooth metal like she never had before, then gripped one of the Asian girl’s slender wrists and snapped the cold steel around it. She felt Sara shudder, then took her other wrist, drawing it to the first, slipped the unyielding steel bracelet around it and clicked it locked.

Sara’s arms pulled against the cuffs, then she turned, her breasts rising and falling rapidly, and sank to her knees before Leah. She leaned close again and Leah, in an increasing daze, reached down to run her fingers through the girl’s silky hair, and sighed as she felt Sara’s tongue slide between her sex lips, and could barely manage a coherent thought as she gripped the girl’s pigtails, parted her feet a little more and ground herself against the pretty face between her thighs.

She’d never had any kind of a sexual relationship with another woman and never, until meeting Mbweni, seriously considered one. But now, with barely a doubt in her mind, she pressed the young Asian girl’s face to her and moaned with pleasure as her tongue lapped her bare slit. ‘Oh,
yes
,’ she gasped in a choked voice.

Her hips rolled, grinding, her head lolling back. She tugged on the girl’s pigtails, her knuckles white against the soft black hair as she forced the kneeling girl to greater efforts, felt the wet tongue sliding between the lips of her sex and flitting against the entrance to her vagina. ‘Yes…’ she whispered, her head back, her body straining, her legs apart as she drew the girl closer still.

She pulled on her hair, as if trying to draw the young Asian as tight to herself as she could, yet Sara made no complaint, licking and sucking her labia, then thrusting her tongue deep into her quivering pussy, and Leah’s legs turned to rubber and she slumped back down onto the sofa behind her.

Sara fell with her, her mouth locked to her sex, and Leah sobbed with joy, her body writhing in helpless passion. Her legs lifted and wrapped around the girl’s slight body as an orgasm flooded her and she began to shudder uncontrollably.

Then Sara was upon her, her soft flesh molding against Leah as they kissed, sucking and licking, their tongues dancing hungrily together. Leah rolled over on top of the handcuffed girl, nibbling the nape of her neck, then down to her breasts.

Breathless, she ran her hands over the other girl’s breasts, swooning at her rigid nipples. She ran her fingers across them, and then bent and kissed them, sucking and licking, gently nipping with her teeth as Sara moaned and shuddered. Her hands moved adoringly up and down Sara’s lithe body, and her thoughts swirled as she sifted through the differences between caressing a man and a woman.

Sara was soft, of course, her unblemished skin hairless, without the hard tendons and muscles a man possesses. Leah’s hands followed the contours of the Asian girl’s lovely body, reveling in the smooth curves of her breasts and hips, the sweep of her trim waist, then gliding down between her thighs where, with barely a hint of hesitation, she palmed and squeezed the girl’s pussy before rubbing her fingers against the wet lips.

‘No, wait,’ the girl moaned. ‘Wait, please.’ Leah released the nipple from her mouth and watched the girl look to the side. She followed her stare but didn’t understand her meaning. ‘In the desk drawer, please,’ Sara begged.

Leah shakily got to her feet and crossed the floor. She opened the top drawer of the desk and saw a black dildo attached to straps lying within. Shocked, but wickedly excited, she turned to see Sara watching her. The girl looked oddly anxious and wary, yet at the same time afire with excitement.

‘Use on me,’ she whispered, ‘please.’

Leah hesitated a moment, but then put the unfamiliar device on, drawing the straps up between her thighs and round her hips, then, a little dazed but wildly aroused, she gripped the dildo in one hand.

‘Please use on me,’ Sara pleaded again, and despite her indecision about whether she wanted or should take this step, Leah simply couldn’t resist her.

She moved back to where the handcuffed girl lay on the sofa, and Sara spread her legs, drawing her knees back. Leah knelt on the sofa and gripped the thick plastic cock, rubbing it up and down against the moist opening of the girl’s pussy.

‘Hard,’ Sara whispered. ‘Use on me hard as you can. Use me like a whore.’

A shudder ran through her, and Leah pressed the nose of the thing down harder, feeling Sara’s soft flesh give way before it, feeling some resistance as she dipped it in and pulled back, then pressed in deeper.

‘Fuck me,’ Sara implored, her passionate voice cracking slightly as she stared up at the lovely girl leaning over her, and Leah sank the dildo deeper and the girl gave a gasp of pleasurable discomfort.

‘Are you okay?’ Leah whispered.

‘Harder, please,’ Sara beseeched.

Leah drew back and thrust in, putting her hands down against the back of Sara’s legs, forcing them down with her weight as she held herself above the slighter girl. She lowered her hips and Sara writhed as the dildo sank into her body.

‘Are you okay?’ Leah whispered.

‘Yes, fuck me,’ Sara responded breathlessly, and Leah did, instinctively settling into a rhythm, her taut buttocks lifting and sinking repeatedly, the supine girl’s juices squelching audibly around the stout plastic length as it filled her cunt. Leah thrust deep and the girl cried out for more, Leah experiencing an intense sense of power and strength, wondering if this was how men felt when lovemaking.

Then she felt Sara’s body begin to quiver and twist beneath her, and felt her own orgasm beginning to approach, gasping in time to Sara’s gasps, and the two of them locked together in a massive climax, their bodies and voices joining in a chorus of mutual bliss.

Much of the rest of the morning was a blur of exquisite sex. Leah lay sprawled back on the sofa, her mind floating amid a sea of pleasure, pleasure which rolled over her in waves as Sara knelt between her legs, gently coaxing her through climax after climax.

Then in the shower later, their bodies slick with soap, they again enjoyed each other intimately. And then afterwards, both feeling replete and pleasantly drained, Sara seemed bashful, more than a little awkward and embarrassed and eager to be dressed and out of her apartment.