THE BRASS RING
PART NINE
By Mavis Applewater
For Disclaimers see part
one.
A special thanks to my
beta reader, Joanne.
As Always For Heather
CHAPTER TEN
Jamie allowed the water to
rush over her body. The hot water and
steam from the shower were helping her painful physical state. She leaned against the tile wall. The events of last night were finally
creeping back to her. They had
talked like old friends, only they weren't. Tequila had been a poor choice. But she knew she needed it, and she needed to be there for
CC. Unless you saw the horrible
things that they saw on a daily basis, you wouldn't understand the pain or the
need to reach out to someone to feel alive again. Then the bar closed and it was time to leave. Jamie knew she was in no condition to
drive and neither was her companion.
She was relieved and
disappointed when CC raised her arm to hail a taxi. She had been fighting the tingling sensation pulsating
through her body all evening. She
reasoned that it was the alcohol making her notice the intoxicating scent of
her former lover. Reason decided
to abandon her when their eyes met just as a taxi pulled up in front of them. They moved together as if drawn by some
unseen force. Their lips met instantly. The kiss lacked any shyness or
hesitation. They simply exploded
into a fiery passion. Standing in
the shower, Jamie's hand absently felt her still swollen lips as she recalled
the raw aching need that had coursed through her the night before.
Jamie’s stomach
clenched as the memories flooded her senses. The kiss had deepened and she found herself sucking on CC's
tongue. All she wanted at that
moment was to take this woman to bed to fulfill all of her carnal desires. She cupped CC's backside, pulling her
closer to her. The cab driver
squawked. Jamie pulled away from
the warmth of the taller woman's body, yanked the door open, and started to
push CC inside the taxi. "We
should talk," CC protested as Jamie followed her inside.
"No," Jamie argued,
the effects of the tequila clouding her thoughts. She closed the door and pressed her smaller body into
CC's. "Jamie . . . we need to
talk." CC gasped as Jamie
kissed her neck, sucked on her pulse point, and slid her hands across CC's
chest. She pushed the taller woman
back and straddled her. As she
teased CC's nipples through the material of her shirt, she reclaimed her lips.
She plunged her tongue
into the warmth of CC's mouth as her hands fumbled, slightly uncoordinated from
the alcohol. CC moaned into her
mouth as her body arched.
"Still want to talk?"
Jamie recalled herself whispering hotly just before dipping her tongue
into CC's ear.
"No," CC panted
unsteadily as Jamie continued to press her body into CC's.
As her mouth and tongue continued
their assault on CC's ear and neck, she could hear CC give the driver her
address. "Why didn’t I
get it then?" she berated herself.
"Because I was loaded."
She groaned in realization.
Jamie didn't make a habit of drinking like she had the previous
evening. She recalled how the two
of them wrestled passionately in the back of the taxi and how she had drifted
in and out of the present. Images
of their first and last time together flooded her mind.
The memories, the taste of
CC's body, and the tequila all mixed together to fuel her passion. Somehow she had managed to unbutton and
unzip the leggy brunette's blue jeans.
She only halted her movements when CC suggested that they slow
down. She managed to climb off of
CC and they both sat up. She
nestled herself in CC's arms. Even
in her drunken state, she knew how right it felt to have this woman hold her.
CC kissed the top of her
head. Soon they found themselves
kissing again. This time they took
their time to explore. They shared
slow gentle kisses as their tongues danced together. There was a wonderful tenderness to their kisses as they
snuggled. Jamie must have drifted
off during the cab ride. She could
only recall the warmth of CC's body as she nestled against her.
Then she found herself in
a strange apartment being led to the bedroom. "We should sleep," CC suggested as they both
staggered slightly. Jamie was
about to agree when one look into those crystal blue orbs re-ignited her
passion. She recalled pulling CC's
jacket off and casting it aside.
This time it was CC who reclaimed her lips as Jamie found herself
pulling at the taller woman's still unfastened pants.
Jamie felt a returning
flush of desire as she recalled how her lower anatomy had pulsated while they
hurriedly undressed one another.
Before she knew what was happening, they were both frantically tearing
the blankets back and pulling one another down onto the bed, rolling around as
their bodies melted together.
Jamie could still taste
the tender flesh of CC's body and the taste of her passion as she feasted upon
her wetness. The moans and groans
that escaped from both of them. It
was as if she was a moth and CC was the flame. She couldn't recall how many times she screamed out her
lover's name. Or how many times
she reciprocated the gift.
A sudden blast of cold
water jolted Jamie back to reality.
"Son of a . . . ," she screeched as she quickly retreated to
the back of the shower. Tentatively
she reached out, trying to avoid the icy spray of water. Finally she managed to shut the water
off. Climbing out of the shower,
she wrapped herself in a towel.
Her head was still pounding as she threw on a pair of sweats.
Slowly she walked
downstairs, her body aching from her overindulgence. She smiled slightly as she padded her way into the kitchen,
thinking that alcohol wasn't the only thing she had overindulged in. "My God, I don't think I've ever
behaved like that." She
chuckled as she started to fill the teapot with water. Despite how and who she had been with,
she had to confess that her carnal desires had been sated.
A knocking at the front
door sent a searing pain through her temples. She flinched as she put the teapot on the counter and shut
off the water. "Please stop,"
she begged as she made her way towards the insufferable noise. "Stop," she repeated in an
irate tone as she opened the door.
She found CC standing on her stoop, shivering from the cold. A sudden flash from the previous
evening washed over her. CC was
bent over in front of her as Jamie rode her backside, pressing her wetness hard
into the policewoman as she begged for release. A
blush covered her body as she tried to make the image disappear.
"Can we talk?"
CC inquired sheepishly.
"No," Jamie
replied in a weary voice.
