Chapter 5

“But don’t make this all about you, it’s not about you or me. Mylene has had a fair amount of help from the department over the years and I’ve worked with needy people for years. I love my job but the moment I come through that door I put it all behind me for the night. If you let them have their way they’ll seduce you with their suffering, for some it’s a game and others really do need a whole lot of help but you can’t be there twenty four seven.”

“I know you did, I checked,” she glanced down at Milo, “let’s just say that after mum gave you her stamp of approval I decided to do some checking up for myself. It confirmed what I’d suspected all along, you work too hard to the point of burnout and you can’t shut down so I’ll lay it all out for you,” she looked at me.

“If you want to come around and just chill out I’m okay with that. If you want to take it further then that’s okay too. I’m not after a relationship so my Facebook status stays as it is for now, that may change but then again it might not so don’t think you can convince me otherwise.”

I blinked at that and she smiled crookedly.

“Yeah that’s an official green light, so go through to the back room while I put the shopping away and then I’ll bring you a wine or coffee if you’re worried about driving home and you will be going home tonight, eventually,” she inclined her head at Milo and then snapped her fingers at him.

Milo got to his feet and trotted through to the back room and I followed a few seconds later, leaving her to put away the shopping.

I was still digesting this new development when Lamara came through with a cup of coffee.

“You look like you’re trying to solve a Rubik’s cube in your head.”

“I’m still trying to process it.”

“What?” Lamara settled beside me on the couch, “the fact that an apparently straight woman can just open the doors of opportunity?”

Our eyes met as she sipped her coffee.

“What makes you think I’m straight?”

“You always came across that way but I get it, I never asked.”

“And if you had I would have deflected you, it’s a cunning tactic women use to gain more time. I used to drive my ex husband mad with my one liners. The worst one was the word fine, it almost always meant you’ll keep.”

“I’ve used that one more than once.”

“So,” she settled into the corner of the couch, “now that you’ve got me cornered, what are you going to do with me?”

“I’m not going to propose.”

“Thank fuck for that,” she put her feet onto my legs, “because proposals like that will get knocked on the head before you can draw breath. Been there, done that, got the divorce paper to prove it and don’t ask me to come out and get myself a rainbow tattoo.”

“I can’t imagine you with a tattoo.”

“I was tempted once but I was very young,” she pushed against my leg.

In response I slid my hand under her skirt.

“Oh,” she looked down at my hand, “that was very smooth, you’ve done this before,” she took another sip of coffee, “but what else can you do?”

“All kinds of things,” I went further up her leg and she parted her legs, “like tickle your fancy.”

“I like having my fancy tickled,” she chuckled, “it’s not what I’d call punishment.”

“Playing hardball are we?”

“I can play hardball, softball, I do like balls in general.”

“Not really my thing.”

“Well I do swing both ways.”

“So, you’ve been this way before.”

“It was a long time ago, but let’s get back to the present,” she sat up straighter and tucked one of her legs under her, “what are you going to do with me?”

Lamara put her coffee down and putting her elbow on the top of the couch, leaned forward to study me. I waited for a few seconds and then I grabbed her bowtie and pulled her slowly forward.

“Nice tie,” I murmured.

“Thank you,” she brushed her lips across mine, “I bought it in an op shop in Chapel Street.”

“I get all the best clothes in op shops,” I fiddled with the knot.

“Me too,” she undid her top button and I pulled back slightly to untie the bowtie. It was one of those Western style string ties, she glanced down at my hands and a moment later she pushed them aside and undid it.

“Easy once you know how,” she put her hand on my breast and squeezed it firmly, “and now that we’re a little bit more intimately acquainted let’s not interrupt the flow.”

She kissed me on the lips again but this time she was pressing harder, forcing my mouth apart and I just went on instinct, I felt the familiar signs of arousal as she massaged my breast and I pushed against her breast, feeling her bra beneath the blouse. There was a low moan as I massaged her and she shifted position and straddled me. We paused just long enough for her to hoist the skirt further up her legs and then we were at it again in a kissing session that went on for longer than I thought possible but that’s because at any moment I was expecting her to pull back. I don’t know why was thinking that given what she’d just told me earlier.

What was becoming apparent though was her expertise when it came to foreplay, with an emphasis on the word play. She played with my breasts until my nipples were hard and by then I’d shed my jacket and she’d managed to undo her belt. We paused for a few moments, both of us were panting hard and then she slid off me and pulled me to my feet.

“The bed is better,” she stepped backwards, “plus I have some nice toys.”

“You read my mind, you’re not one of those no penetration types?”

“Perish the thought,” I winced, “there are no rules between consenting adults.”

“Well I don’t do bondage.”

“Okay, so I’ll leave the handcuffs in the pouch,” we hit her door and it opened suddenly. Lamara nearly fell over backwards but I had my hands on her buttocks.

“Thanks,” she locked her hands around my neck, “so, what have you got planned?”

“For you?” I guided her to the bed, “I think I’ll let nature take its course.”

“You’re pretty confident,” she let go of me and threw herself back onto the bed, “maybe I’m not as experienced as you think.”

“I doubt that,” I unbuttoned my cuffs, “you seem to know what you’re doing.”

“Is this you playing detective again?” Lamara propped on her elbows as I started to unbutton my blouse, “oh I get it, you’re going to strip search me.”

“Damn,” I undid another button, “and I thought I was being so subtle.”

“This isn’t exactly subtle,” she raised her foot and placed it against my crotch.

I undid another button and pulled the blouse out further to undo the last button.

“Top drawer, Detective Constable, the bright pink one if you would be so kind.”

I opened the top drawer of her bedside drawers and took out a bright pink dildo with ribs. Lamara sat up and undid her skirt and unzipped it and then laid down to regard me, a moment or two later Milo walked into the room and she chuckled.

“Milo, what are you doing here?”

“He wants to watch,” I undid my trousers and pushed them over my hips. Milo jumped up on the bed and Lamara clicked her fingers.

Milo whimpered, wagged his tail and then jumped off the bed a moment later.

“Damn dog,” she stared at the ceiling fan, “you wouldn’t believe how many relationships have started and ended with that dog.”

“Good,” she eyed me as I removed my trousers, “and now that he’s gone to his bed, where were we?”

“About to have sex,” I knelt on the bed, “but there’s something in the way,” I leaned forward.

“We need to strip search you, now that you’ve mentioned you smoke illegal drugs.”

“It used to be legal in South Australia.”

“It should be legal here as well,” I crawled forward a couple of feet, “I’m getting so tired of busting people for a gram of dope when I could be chasing down actual crooks.”

“You don’t say,” she traced a finger lazily up my front, “quite a physique you have there. Do you work out?”

“An hour or two at the gym, three times a week.”

“They say sex is just as strenuous.”

“And more fun,” I moved around to straddle her, “let’s make some noise.”

“What kind of noise?” Lamara put her hands on my breasts.

“The noisy kind,” I slipped my hands over her breasts and began massaging them and she let out a low groan.

“That’s better,” I undid one of her buttons, “now let’s see what you have hidden beneath this,” I undid another button and dipping my head, kissed her throat as I undid another button. I could feel the edge of the bra and I paused to massage her breasts again as her groans became more earthy.

She arched her back to bring herself closer and I felt her hand sliding down to my pussy, a moment or two later it was my turn to groan as she fingered me.

“Hmm mm, I’m not the only one to groan,” she kept rubbing my lips.

I undid another button to expose her bra and moved down further, her hand dropped away from my pussy as I made my way towards hers. Another button came undone and I kissed her belly and danced my fingers down to her pussy. She spread her legs and and pulled her skirt down over her hips, which forced me to stop what I was doing and help her remove the garment.

Whilst I tossed it aside, Lamara took charge of the disrobing as she sat up and undid the remaining buttons, the blouse slid down her back and she unclipped her bra and flung it across the room with a giggle.

“The first boyfriend I ever had was amazed that I could remove my bra without taking off my blouse,” she laid down again.

“What happened to him?”

“Andy is now Andrea,” she pulled her panties over her hips, “I sure can pick them. She moved to America to be with her boyfriend.”

“Did she break your heart?”

“Not really, by the time Andy went through the um, process we’d been apart for five years. I was the one who picked her up from the hospital after the operation. She stayed with me for a night and it felt a little strange lying in bed with my ex boyfriend who was now a woman.”

“Were you ever tempted to have sex?”

“With Andrea?” Lamara eyed me, “I don’t rekindle old flames. I love Andrea dearly but if she ever gets that idea in her head then I’m going to break her heart.”

Lamara spread her legs and stared at me.

“And now that we’ve dealt with my chequered love life.”

I settled between her legs and tickled her perineum, Lamara closed her eyes and let out a sigh, and with that encouragement I began a slow and methodical finger and tongue session. Granted I have experience but I have to admit that it was somewhat shorter than normal because she climaxed fairly quickly and then it was my turn. As it happened, she used the dildo on me, she had a peculiar look on her face, as if she was stirring something in a bowl, twisting, turning and bucking. There was no tongue work but I wasn’t asking for that, I was just content to lie back and let her go to work on me and when I was done she settled down beside me.

“Okay, that was different.”

“Different as in good or different as in weird?”

“Good,” she stared at the ceiling fan, “sorry I couldn’t go down on you, but I’m working up to it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I nudged her, “not every woman can do that, it’s a dance where you choose your own steps.”

“Nicely put,” she rolled onto her side, “so, this will stay between us?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Then I think we have an accord,” she slipped a leg between my legs, “I’ll give you a spare key tonight but if you feel like you need to you know, move on just tell me first. I’m not jealous and I’m not clingy, I understand people grow apart from each other.”

There’s more to write I guess, it’s been about six months now and I honestly have no idea where this is all going and for the first time in my life I don’t care. Prior to Lamara I used to have this checklist of things a potential partner had to have that used to guide my response and of course I carried that forward into relationships. I used to be the dominatrix, the submissive, the fun loving girl, the conservative girl, anything but me.

The beauty about being with Lamara is not only is she easy on the eye she’s also easy on the mind. I don’t have to prove myself or jump through hoops, there are some times I go around there and we just sit and watch the idiot box or listen to music. I’ve also started planning for my first big holiday to Europe, so I’m excited and a little nervous but there again she’s got a ton of advice. She won’t be going with me though, it’s something I have to do on my own and with that I have to close off and get ready to go over to her place. Thanks for reading my ramblings and be kind to yourself because you’re worth it.