Thank God she didn’t have to work. There’s no way that she would have been able to concentrate, let alone stay awake. Alicia’s nubile body was spread across her, softly snoring with her soft mouth pressed against Taima’s throat.
Jesus, what a night!
Alicia had become a sex machine. Not only was she willing to give Taima’s snatch a lot of extra attention, but she squealed, screamed, moaned and gasped her way through more orgasms than she could count. And in between the lovemaking, Alicia snuggled against her, making plans for their future together, not realizing that Taima was not on the same page.
Taima was thinking of Pilar. Pilar with the waterfall of black hair and eyes that smoked holes through her soul. “Alicia. Alicia, time to wake up.”
The blonde yawned, stretched and pushed her mound into Taima’s, drawing a hiss from the woman. “You want me again already?” She muttered sleepily, licking the pulsing underside of Taima’s neck.
“Yes and no.” Taima pushed her aside, pulling her body away. “I do want you again but it’s late and you have to get going.”
Alicia’s blue eyes blinked in confusion. “You … you want me to leave?”
“I’ve got a bunch of work to do, Alicia. I’ve got reports to finish. I just can’t lie around in bed all day.”
The teacher stared at her friend for a long moment, watching her disappear into the bathroom. “I thought you said today was your day off!”
“It is, but I have to finish those reports. I promised Mahalo that I’d have them on his desk this afternoon.”
“That’s not fair!”
“I can’t help it. Reports are part of my job.”
“Yeah, but not on your day off.”
“Alicia, I told you. I can’t help it.” Taima switched the shower on, waiting for the hot water to kick in before evening it out with the cold. “And besides, I have a big case I’m working on and I need to do some follow-up.”
“Yeah, I bet.”
Taima stuck her head out of the bathroom door. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that you’re the sexist thing for miles around.”
No, Pilar is
. Taima thought, glad that Alicia couldn’t read minds. “I bet you have lots of people hitting on you all day long.”
Taima shook her head. “I wouldn’t know, Alicia. That’s never concerned me.” She stepped under the shower’s stinging spray, sighing at the feeling of the heated water on her stiff muscles.
“Are you telling me that
no one
comes on to you while you’re working?”
“I didn’t say that.” Taima worked shampoo into her hair. “I said, it doesn’t concern me.”
“You’re a liar.” Alicia stepped in, pulling the curtain shut behind her. “I know you care.”
“Alicia, did you get in here just to argue with me?”
“Of course.” Her soft hands moved over Taima’s wet flesh, outlining the ropy muscles and slick skin, her eyes roaming over Taima’s coffee-colored nipples and brown sugar-dusted pussy. She licked her lips, thinking about how smooth the skin was with the tiny sprinkling of baby hairs … “I’d care if I was as beautiful as you.”
“You are as beautiful as I am, Alicia. We just express it in different ways.”
“Is that why you like to be so butch?” Taima met Alicia’s eyes at the mention of that word. It was a word she hated. Being athletic had always been a part of Taima’s life and had taken care of her thus far. Guys were less likely to target her and she could stay healthy and in control. “All the muscles, the constant workouts … I bet you put those guys you work with to shame.”
“Alicia,” The breath caught in her throat as Alicia’s fingertips circled her puckered nipples, catching water droplets. Her skin pebbled, a sweet ache throbbing from breast to cunt. “Alicia, don’t.”
“Why not?” The blonde moved behind her, her arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against her body. Taima moaned at the contact. “Why can’t I give you something to remember me by?” One arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding Taima immobile, while the other snaked around her stomach, her hand pushing into her slick furrow. “Something to remind you of whom you belong to?”
Taima’s gasp reverberated through her body, melding with a tremble that started in her cunt, streaked upward to the base of her neck where Alicia’s small, white teeth nipped and back down again. Alicia was relentless in finding her clit and working it between her fingers, dipping down to coat her digits with pussy honey and sliding upward again. Taima tried to fight it, but she couldn’t. The little blonde minx knew what she liked. She held Taima’s body close, almost suffocating her while her other hand worked Taima’s quivering sex.
With each stroke, Alicia drove her new lover closer to the edge, her teeth gritted as she strained to hold her tight, her whispered words a rhythmic mantra. “You … belong … to … me!”
Taima screamed in absolute pleasure, her heartbeat vibrating through her arteries and veins, the pure energy of her climax racing through her skin, muscles and bones as her pussy creamed around Alicia’s fingers. “Oh, God!”
“Just remember what I said.” Alicia released her, raising her fingers to her mouth, her blue eyes meeting Taima’s dark ones. “No matter who hits on you, that pussy is mine.”
Taima sagged against the tile wall, panting as if she’d run a thousand miles, the pulse in her swampy sex aching like an open wound.
Now you have an even larger problem
. Her mind shouted as she staggered beneath shower’s jets.
One owns your pussy, the other your mind.
With a groan, Taima turned the hot water off and twisted the cold water valve to full.
*****
“What the hell happened to you?” Elliott’s words penetrated Taima’s protective bubble and she gave him an angry sneer, dropping her keys and wallet onto her desk. “Looks like you’ve been rode hard and put away wet!”
“At least I was ridden hard!” She whirled on the senior officer, her frustration transforming from personal to professional. “The only part of your body that can claim that is your hand!”
“At least I know what a dick is.” He grabbed his package, almost painfully. “Bet you haven’t seen one of these in a long time.”
“You’re wrong. I’m looking at one right now!”
“ENOUGH!” Mahalo’s stern shout quieted the entire room. Taima flung herself into her chair so hard that it creaked and nearly broke. “I have enough problems without having to referee a fight between
