Chapter Four: The tables are turned
Lisa's point of view
I slowly came to realize that the sense of well-being and comfort came from Ted. I was too drowsy to react but I could feel hands caressing me, touching me. Firm hands gently squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples. The heat inside me built and I moaned softly. I wanted this, I realized. I welcomed it.
Lips kissed my neck and down the curve of my ribs, pausing for a few glorious minutes where the hands had been before. I arched my back and gripped the sheets in pleasure.
Gently, the lips kissed lower, the tongue caressed my belly button at length. I groaned. With gentle fingers, my flower was spread. Hot breath blew on my nub, shooting sparks up my spine and I tried to push myself onto the lips but they pulled back.
Suddenly, a tongue dug into my sex. I almost flew off the bed, arching and crying out. With a gentle savagery, I was tortured, bringing me higher and then letting me cool only to do it again. Once, twice, three times, I was at the brink and then allowed - no, forced - to settle before the lips began tirelessly arousing me further.
When I was almost there again, I felt fingers slide into me and the lips locked onto my clit, focused on my pleasure. The fingers rubbed that special spot inside me and I came explosively. I arched my back and a scream of pleasure erupted from my lips.
As I caught my breath, I smiled and looked down. Between my thighs, green eyes, framed in long black hair, sparkled back at me as Detective Hawkins kissed my most intimate place.
I sat bolt upright, breathing hard. I was alone in bed, clutching the sheets around me, feeling the soft cotton of my nightgown soaked in sweat. It had been a dream - only a dream.
My mind slowly cleared from the dream and realized I was not in my bedroom. I remembered going to sleep with Ted and now I was on his side of the bed, his pillows by my face before waking.
The memory about the horrible events of last night and where I was came flooding back. I felt a terrible emptiness inside me but it was quickly filled with anger. Someone had tried to kill me and had taken my friend away from me.
Throwing the covers back, I sat on the edge of the bed. I let the chilled hardwood floor ground my feet and me along with it. The clock on the nightstand told me it was after eight in the morning. I never slept that late. I felt a spike of guilt at not being up.
I recalled the conversation from last night. I didn't really know Ted, though we had talked about a lot of things - I think - but he had been more of a gentleman than most men I had dated. I remembered offering myself to him and him refusing. I didn't think any man would say no to a woman he wanted. At least, not till now.
That must be why I dreamed... No, at least not all that dream was because of Ted. The thought of making love to Ted excited me. I felt a very strong attraction toward him despite the short time we had known one another. If it had been reality instead of a dream, I would have been happy to make love to him.
On the other hand, I'd never considered myself bisexual but I had to admit a strange attraction I felt toward Hawkins. I remembered the momentary thrill when I realized she had been looking at me. That she found me attractive. I don't know that I would ever make love to a woman but I think I could fantasize about her.
With a shake of my head, I climbed out of the bed and stepped over to the dresser. I nearly shrieked when I saw my hair. I must have gone to sleep with it wet because it looked like a flock of gulls had been nesting in it. With all the wine last night, I didn't remember clearly but the evidence spoke for itself.
There was a light knock at the door. "Are you decent?" Ted asked.
"No," I squealed as I bolted for the bathroom. "Give me a few minutes!" I slammed the bathroom door and locked it. There was no way I was letting him see me with my hair like this. No way in hell.
I stripped off the nightgown and climbed into the shower. The hot water slowly brought me back to life. I saved my hair for last and gave it a good washing. Shutting off the water, I dried it as well as possible and wrapped a towel around it. When I dried my body, I found it still reactive and sensitive. I smiled wryly.
Stepping out of the bathroom, I dropped the towel and looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a woman in good shape for her thirty years. Long legs, a generous swell of hips, trimmed thatch of blonde pubic hair shaped to entice. I did that for Ted, in case I decided to go through with the fantasy that had been plaguing me all week. The flat stomach, my larger than average breasts with the small nipples. Too large for my chest, I thought. Not as firm as they used to be. Finally, a long neck and a slender face that I think still looked good, framed by long, blonde hair.
I pulled Ted's robe off the hook by the door and slid it over my shoulders, belting it tightly. His scent lingered strongly on it. I pulled it up around my neck and face to breathe it in. I had it bad.
When I came out of his room, the fragrance of something delicious cooking enticed me toward the kitchen. I realized I was parched. I needed to get something to drink. It felt like I had run a couple of miles - or had sex. I grinned but stopped and chided myself. How could I be thinking of sex now?
I could almost feel Calvin standing behind me, his presence was strong within me. Like a ghostly voice in my mind, I knew what he would tell me: "That's just being stupid, girl!"
I snorted softly. It wouldn't be right to run out and party but it wouldn't be right to deny myself, either. I'd just have to figure out a happy medium. I was sure Ted must be uncertain of what I wanted now. We'd have to talk it out today. It wasn't fair to him to keep him in the dark. After last night and this morning, he deserved better than that. It would be a while before I knew what direction to move in the investigation of the attack. If Hawkins thought I was going to steer clear and not look for my friend's killer, she was sadly mistaken.
As for Ted, I had to admit to myself that I wanted him, too. It had been two years and a couple of months since I had taken the job down here. It had been so busy, that I had never felt like dating. Was I a virgin again after two years of celibacy? I laughed silently at myself. Horny bitch.
I walked down the hall and stepped into the kitchen. Ted was flipping a pancake on the griddle. He was dressed in jeans and a tee shirt that proclaimed the merits of Stansbury Vineyards. Scrambled eggs, bacon, grits, orange juice and coffee were set out on the table. He looked over at me and smiled. His eyes, brown, not green, sparkled and I couldn't help but feel a shiver inside me.
I took a moment to catalog him in my mind. He was about my own 5' 8", fit and handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Brown hair and a winning smile capped my impression. Stepping close to him, I kissed him softly on the lips, and then I drew back, holding him at arms length.
