CHAPTER EIGHT
Allie woke early that following morning, Marley still nestled in her arms as she stared over at her beautiful face. The blonde beauty looked almost angelic, her blonde tresses spread out against the gray pillowcase, her chest rising and falling almost imperceptibly as Marley peacefully slept. Allie wanted desperately to kiss her again as she'd seemingly done a hundred times the previous night. But instead, she let her sleep, sliding carefully out of bed and gathering her things.
Allie didn't typically work on Sundays, but Ted had asked for the morning off so that he could attend his infant son's christening.
Quietly closing Marley's bedroom door, Allie made her way to the living area, where she quietly dressed; that task completed, she searched for a pen and a piece of paper, finding both in a kitchen junk drawer.
Scribbling a note, she then grabbed a tape dispenser from the drawer and tore off a piece, taping the message to the front door. Standing there, she read it one more time, wondering if she was going too far in revealing her feelings. At last, though, Allie decided that she had to be honest, hoping against hope that she knew Marley's heart too.
Marley,
Sorry, I had to leave you this morning; it wasn't what I wanted. But I had to work a few hours this morning to cover for one of my officers. I hope we can get together later, though, but I'll wait to hear from you on that.
Last night was, well, it was the single best night of my life. You are witty, intelligent, brave, and stunningly beautiful. And I hope that you've guessed by now that I'm falling for you. No woman has ever made me feel the way that you do.
Love, Allie
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Allie walked into the police station just a few minutes later than she usually arrived, a veritable bounce in her step as she greeted the dispatcher.
Once she had her coffee, Allie retreated to her office and settled into her desk, her mind going back to the night before.
She'd expected Marley to be tentative and unsure of herself, and perhaps she had been at first. But after her first climax, Marley had been anything but shy, the sexy blonde confidently setting aside her past sexuality and embracing her future. Marley had worshiped Allie's body the way only a woman could. No, that wasn't quite right. She'd done it in a way that only a woman with deep feelings for you could accomplish.
When Marley had slowly made her way down Allie's body, her intent dawning on the auburn-haired beauty, Allie had tried to assure her that it wasn't necessary. In response, Marley had merely smiled up at her seconds before sinking her tongue between Allie's silky folds and dragging it up to dance delightfully against her clit.
Allie had blissfully relaxed then, her concerns for Marley forgotten as she'd relished the feel of the sexy blonde's tongue dancing against her turgid clit. After only minutes, Allie had come with a boisterous shout as her feminine juices had coated Marley's face, the beautiful author writing an erotic sonnet with her tongue as Allie's core convulsed in sheer delight.
The pair had finished their first session of lovemaking with Allie flipping Marley over onto her back and mounting her, their legs interlocking as their groins came together. Allie had begun to rock back and forth, her well-lubricated pussy grinding against Marley's in a display of sensual friction. They'd come within seconds of each other, both women keening an erotic duet of delight before Allie had collapsed down next to her lover and lovingly wrapped her into an embrace.
Just the memory of it sparked a heat between Allie's legs, her heart aching to call it a day and race back to Marley's place and resume her position against the sexy blondes, warm and nude body.
Her sense of duty stopped her, though. Marley had her job, as did Allie, and neither of them could afford to get so caught up in the feeling of something new that they allowed it to affect their everyday lives. Still, Allie struggled to keep her mind off the nude blonde beauty she'd left behind not so long ago.
Standing, Allie made her way back to the break room, where she stood refilling her coffee cup as naughty thoughts passed through her head.
"Somebody looks like they're in a good mood this morning."
Turning, Allie found Molly Turner, the station's receptionist and secretary. She was the one who fielded all of the incoming calls, acting as a buffer for Allie and the other busy officers she employed. Allie considered Molly worth her weight in gold, which was a substantial amount because Mrs. Molly Turner was a heavy girl. More than that, Molly was also Allie's best friend and closest confidant. It had been Molly who'd helped Allie pick up the pieces of her life after Stacey Bennett had broken her heart.
"Why do you say that?" Allie asked coyly while trying to maintain a straight face.
"Well, partly because you're standing there grinning at a cup of coffee like a blithering idiot, but mainly because a little bird told me that you were out at the old Johnson place last night with, and I quote, "some hot little blonde number."
Allie couldn't help the grin that came to her face, the memory dancing with Marley coming to her mind. She'd by far been the most beautiful woman there, all of the men present ogling her like starving men waiting in line at an all-you-can-eat buffet.
"Alright, Gardner, spill it and don't you dare leave anything out."
Knowing Molly wouldn't let her get by without sharing and seeing she had little choice, Allie told her all about Marley. She left out the intimate details of what had happened after the dance, but the implications of her current mood were suggestive enough.
"You slut! You got laid last night, didn't you!" Molly said in a low voice, her eyes going big as she wagged a finger in Allie's direction. "I can't believe you've had this going on and haven't shared it with me."
Holding both hands up in a gesture of supplication, Allie said, "I didn't want to say anything because I wasn't sure that it was real."
"And now?" Molly asked excitedly, her voice full of hope.
"I think it is," Allie replied, nodding her head as she did, the tone of her voice almost matching Molly's sudden exuberance.
"I'm so happy for you!" Molly squealed, wrapping her arms around Allie and pulling her in for a hug. The typically reserved police chief went with it, knowing that it was futile to resist Molly once she was worked up over something.
"When are you going to see her again? Ooo, when do I get to meet her? Can you get her to sign her book for me if I buy it? Is she really as pretty as they say?" Molly asked in rapid succession.
Laughing, Allie said, "Let's see, in order, hopefully later today, not yet; I still want her all to myself right now, yes, and she's the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on."
"Prettier than, Stacey?" Molly asked, her tone low and conspiratorial.
