Broken Women

by Anne Hagan

  I felt her lips press against the skin a few inches directly below my bellybutton just above my aching clit. Her head moved side to side briefly and I saw a shoulder drop slightly.

  Without further warning I felt it. Her pouty, wet lips had come into contact with my core. My muscles tightened further and I heard myself groan. She had placed the gentlest pressure on the dripping center of my slit, her nose just fractions of an inch from my clit. Her lips sunk into me softly and I could feel them caressing my over-stimulated skin. She kept the kiss there for a moment and then briefly moved her lips away from me. I sighed in disappointment. But before I could even absorb my desperate need for more, I felt her lips once again press into my lips, a little farther down this time.

  She continued in this manner patiently, slowly dropping kisses down the length of my pussy, never pressing hard. Her lips were now soaked with my arousal and they lubricated her kisses, making them feel even more silky.

  I was soon overwhelmed by the scent of our arousal. It seemed to fill the entire room as it wrapped us together in a sensual embrace.

  Occasionally, her tongue would dart out of her mouth, giving just the slightly penetration to her kiss. Despite the increased intensity, she didn't move any faster. She eked her way up and down my pussy, causing my body to shake and my breath to stop multiple times. When she reached the mid-point of my aching slit on a trail back up, instead of working downward again as she had been, she kept moving up, bringing her lips closer and closer to my desperate clit.

  With the top of her lip just barely avoiding contact with my clit, she suddenly stopped. She kept her lips planted against my slit. I saw her eyes flash open and they actually looked up at me from between my legs. Her eyes glittered and I could not tell if they looked aroused or feverish; maybe both. We locked eyes for a long time, my body trembling and my muscles taut under her body.

  Finally, she seemed satisfied that I was absolutely desperate. She moved her lips back away from my body and started to move her head forward again as though she was going to plant another delicate kiss, only this time on my clit. But just before her lips touched me, they split open. Her warm, writhing tongue dropped heavily out of her mouth and splashed with full force against it. Her tongue wrapped over my clit instantly in a thick, soft mass and drenched it.

  I gasped, my body was overwhelmed by the sudden sensation. All I knew was that the tension had suddenly ratcheted up a couple of hundred percent and I knew that I needed something to release the pressure. Then I felt her palm glide across my breast and I felt her fingers wrap around me, digging into my throbbing flesh. In moments, she was kneading the relieved flesh of my breast with her fingers and gently teasing my tight nipple with her palm.

  There was no time to savor this feeling because, at nearly the same moment, the full effect of her tongue working on my clit came into focus. Her tongue swirled around on me loosely and made my toes curl. I sighed deeply as all my nerve endings tingled and my bones turned to jelly.

  We stayed there in that position on the floor for quite some time. I honestly don’t know how long. I just remember that she kept kneading my breast and licking at my clit with concentrated attention. I don't know how she did it, but she managed to push me further and further into delirium, my juices dripping onto her chin, but she always managed to back off before I could cum. The sensation was simultaneously invigorating and maddening. My body flailed on the floor and I could hear my voice moaning but, I was so far gone, it didn't even really sound like me.

  I gasped when she suddenly changed positions. Without stopping her tongue for more than a second or two, she let go of my breast and flipped her body position around on the floor and then mounted me backwards.

  Taking my cue, I reached up and took hold of her hips gently, then pulled her center toward me. She arched slightly and repositioned her knees. I giggled low at the feeling of her clitoris rubbing against my nose and breathed in deeply; then I moaned as the full effect of her scent overwhelmed my senses. I could feel my own clit aching between my legs.

  Opening my mouth, I instantly felt her silky pussy lips rub against my tongue. I heard Gevona moaning as I started to slide my tongue up and down her dripping slit.

  Her taste was unbelievable. Her juices were very thick and salty and sweet, all at the same time. I made my tongue rigid and, just like she was doing to me; I pushed my tongue inside of her. She screamed out and her hips rocked, driving her pussy down hard on my face and pushing my tongue further into her body.

  After several minutes of licking her delicious slit, I tilted my head back slightly and soon my lips were wrapped around her hard clit. Her muscles went tense as I kissed her sensitive little bead of nerves, letting my tongue skitter out of my mouth and lick at it. After a moment, I sucked in slightly, pulling Gevona's clit between my lips and into my mouth. I started to flick it gently with my tongue, rubbing my taste buds all around her smooth, dense flesh. Her entire body reacted to every movement of my tongue.

  While she was distracted with the feeling of it all, I carefully raised my right hand up towards my chin. Her pussy was so incredibly wet at this point from my saliva and from her own arousal that I didn't even need to stick my fingers inside of her to get them wet. Instead, I moved my index finger and my middle finger around in the wet opening of her slit, coating it in her juices.

  My tongue was still wildly swirling on her clit as I pulled my dripping fingers back away from her pussy.

  "Oh no you don’t, fuck me!" Gevona yelled as her body began to shake wildly.

  We were both way, way too far gone to maintain any level of control over our actions. I obliged her request and she thrust her hips hard against me, grinding in a forceful and unmerciful manner.

  All of the muscles in my own body tightened up and my breath caught in my throat. I could feel her muscles tensing against me too. I knew that she was feeling what I was feeling. That realization sent me careening over the edge.

  The only thing in the world was the sensation tearing through my body as I pleasured her and she returned the favor. For several long seconds, I was in a daze. As my foggy haze finally began to lift slightly, I could feel Gevona's body quaking. My own body did the same. My orgasm was powerful and hers seemed to be too. I felt like we were sharing a real connection and that it felt like something that could be so much more than just sex.

  Chapter 16

  10:37 AM, Sunday, January 1st, 2012

  I’m not used to drinking more than a glass or two of wine in an evening. Since I’d downed several, my morning ‘wine headache’ was severe. The sunlight streaming into the room from the blinds I’d never flipped closed in my sex crazed state the night before also did nothing to help my pain.

  I was lying on my right side, facing toward the window, much as I always did. I started to roll to my back but I was stopped by a firm, warm wall behind me. Realization dawned; Gevona was still in my bed.

  Sometime well into the night, we’d shifted from the living room to my bedroom and continued our lovemaking. Even in my alcohol induced, morning pain, I smiled to myself at the memory.

  Shifting a little, I quickly came to realize, headache or not, I needed to pee but I didn’t want to disturb her. She was snoring very softly. In the years that we’d lived together and shared space, I’d never heard her do it before. Of course, I thought, I’d never shared a bed with her before or even ventured into her room when she was sleeping.

  All of that is about to change, I thought to myself. We made a real connection last night, the two of us.

  Instead of getting up, taking care of my urgent need, and trying to find some ibuprofen, I decided to play the loving girlfriend. I rolled onto my left side and spooned my new lover from behind.

  My actions instantly woke Gevona up. So much for trying not to disturb her.

  From her position lying on her own left side, she started to push herself up but she paused before trying to swing her legs sideways off of the bed. Her head swiveled as if she was taki
ng in my room for the first time and then she looked back at me. To my eyes, her face showed a mixture of hangover pain and curiosity.

  Conscious of how bad my breath probably was, I gave her a slight smile and said softly, “Good morning beautiful.”

  The effect of my greeting was startling, to say the least. She turned away, rose from the bed and, pulling the sheet out from under the blanket and around her as she went, she retreated into my bathroom.

  I sat up and scratched my head, puzzled by her reaction. I wasn’t sure if she was upset or if she just needed to use the facilities before she could form a rational thought. My own need to do the same came rushing back to me.

  Since she was in my bathroom, I skipped across the hall to hers and used it quickly. Unsure about what to do next, I thought a little modesty was probably the best policy so I grabbed panties, sweatpants and a t-shirt and quickly put them on.

  There wasn’t a sound coming from the bathroom. “Gevona,” I called out, “is everything okay?”

  Her answer, “Be out in a few minutes,” was several beats in coming.

  I paced my own floor for several seconds, debating whether I should wait right there for her or give her some space. My headache solved the problem for me. I left her to herself and went to the kitchen in search of medication and coffee.

  Once the coffee was brewing, I spun away from the back counter and faced back toward the hallway in time to see my roommate turned lover dart from my room, naked, across the hall to her room. When I didn’t hear her door close though, I breathed out the breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Modesty, I thought, seems to be the rule of the morning but I didn’t feel any sort of a vibe that told me Gevona was upset.

  My confidence boosted, I called out to her, “Coffee will be ready in just a minute,” then I busied myself getting out the mugs, the cream and sweetener that she liked and the real sugar that I liked.

  She appeared, dressed much the same way I was, as I was taking my first tentative sip of the hot brew. I held up her cup to her and she moved toward me and took it, smiling gratefully.

  We sipped away in what I thought was just ratcheted up a notch from our usual companionable silence. Breaking the spell, I asked, “So how are you feeling? Do you need ibuprofen because, if you do, there’s some in the cupboard.” I jerked my thumb back over my shoulder toward the kitchen cupboard we used as a sort of community medicine chest for basics like Tylenol, bandages and antacid.

  She shook her head no. “I’m fine, just a little tired.”

  I snickered at that; couldn’t help myself.

  She shot me a look then that could have melted glass.

  Uh oh, time to do a little damage control.

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean that to sound…wasn’t laughing at you but at…”

  Gevona held a hand up to me. “We’re both adults here and we’re both cops, right?”

  I nodded.

  “Just spit it out then. What’s on your mind?”

  Her words weren’t said with venom but I detected an edge to her voice that wasn’t usually there, even on the job, in tense situations. I opted for honesty as the best policy.

  “I love you,” I told her simply.

  Her response was quick and lighthearted, “Girl, I love you too.” She offered up the buddy fist bump with the hand that wasn’t holding a coffee mug.

  She didn’t get it. I tried again. “I’m in love with you Gevona; have been for months.” The words just kept tumbling out, all in a rush. “Last night was amazing. I feel like we really connected. I just know you felt it too. Now, I know we’ve lived together a long time…”

  “Stop, stop,” she tried to interrupt me.

  I couldn’t stop; I needed to get everything I was thinking out. “We’ve been roommates but not lovers. All our friends and co-workers see us as just that – friends and coworkers. We don’t have to change that, not for now anyway. Not until we get comfortable with this change in our relationship and we’re both ready to reveal it.”

  Gevona turned away from me and set her cup down on the breakfast island. She braced both hands against it and stared into the kitchen for several long seconds while I stood by, leaning against the dining table we had off to one side of the main room so that it sort of divided the kitchen from the living room, and waited for her response, any response.

  When she finally spoke, her voice had lost its usual assuredness; it tremored and cracked a little. The first words that came from her throat were certainly not what I wanted to hear.

  She said, “Janet, I don’t want to hurt you. I love you very much. Love like a best friend. Love like a sister in arms…in more ways than one. We go back, girl. But, I’m not in love with you baby. I’m just not.”

  Sighing, she continued when I didn’t respond, “I’ve felt a different sort of vibe from you for the last couple of months and now I know why. I’m just sorry I didn’t see it sooner.”

  What she was saying finally registered. “But, but,” now my own voice trembled, “last night?”

  She blew out a heavy breath and shook her head at me. “Last night was a mistake. A mistake on my part. You were drunk and I was horny and I lost control…but, there’s no excuse. I took advantage of you and I shouldn’t have and I deeply, deeply regret what I did.”

  “Deeply, deeply, huh?” I was mad now. “So, you’re trying to tell me that it was just sex and all in fun; that it meant absolutely nothing to you?”

  “No, that’s not what I meant. Look, we’re friends. I don’t want to lose that with you but…”

  I cut her off. “I get it Gevona, friends ‘with benefits’. I totally see what your angle is.”

  “You’re twisting my words! That’s not what I meant at all. Arrrgh!” she yelled in frustration.

  My anger continued unabated. “I thought you were different!” I yelled at her. “Now I’m seeing that you’re just like Kyra and…and…” I was at a loss. In my limited experience, I really didn’t really have anyone else to compare her to.

  “No. You’re wrong. Kyra used everybody. She never committed to a soul. I should know, Janet…she used me too.”

  That revelation took my anger down a notch. I moved from my position still near the table to the couch and sank down on it. Leaning forward, I put my head in my hands and rubbed my scalp hard with my fingers.

  Gevona must have moved from the island into the living room area. Her voice came from somewhere out in front of me, her tone softer now, almost soothing. “I’m sorry. I really am and I hope that we can get past this and still be friends. You’re my rock Janet Mason; the one steady thing in my life.”

  Chapter 17

  March 12th, 2012

  Warren Park, Indiana

  “We need to talk.”

  “About?” I asked her as I peeled off my jacket and hung it on the back of the door and then waited while Gevona did the same.

  “About me…about us.”

  “There is no ‘us’,” I remarked back to her, while trying to keep my tone even. Turning away from her at that, I walked out of the little entry hall and headed toward the kitchen. It was late, but our habit had always been to eat something after shift. Lots of things had changed in the last couple of months but that hadn’t.

  “I knew you would make this hard.”

  “Make what hard? I’ve done nothing the last couple of months but try to get over myself and stay friends with you. You’ve been aloof and downright standoffish.” I said my piece matter-of-factly because I really believed it was true. She’d been distant ever since our falling out on New Year’s Day. We still shared rides to and from work but they were often made in stilted silence.

  Thank heaven we don’t patrol in pairs! I couldn’t stand to be partnered up with her right now!

  Figuring on just throwing things for a sandwich together, I was peering into the fridge when she came into the kitchen behind me.

  “Are you listening to me?”

  “Yes,” I answered but I kept digging
.

  “I wanted you to be the first to know…after the Sheriff that is; I took a patrol job with Indy. I handed in my resignation tonight.”

  I bumped my head on the upper part of the fridge where it meets the freezer as I pulled out of the box quickly. “You what?” I asked her as I rubbed the back of my head hard to try and dissipate the pain.

  “I gave him two weeks’ notice.”

  “How long have you been working on that?”

  “Not as long as you think.”

  “I’m not thinking anything right now Gevona; I’m just trying to process it.”

  “Indy isn’t technically hiring right now. They do interviews on a rolling basis, as needed though for experienced cops. Lacy Baumgarten got on there and she recommended me. Remember her from when we first started patrol?”

  When I just shrugged, she went on. “I got an interview and I got on.”

  “That’s what you want?”

  She nodded. “I’ve always wanted to be on a big department, work my way up. We talked about that a long time ago. This,” she waved her hand around, “Hancock, was my foot in the door.”

  “I see.” That’s what I said to her, but I really didn’t see. We were busy in Hancock County and Gevona was a good Deputy. This has something to do me; she’s not fooling anybody but herself.

  “We’re both getting ready to sit for the Detective exam. You do well, you have a real shot to move up with Hancock now. You know you’re going to start right back at the bottom again in Indy.”

  She looked away from me and mumbled something.