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Chapter 8: Cementing the relationship

When I finally woke up the next day, I was alone, again. Gretchen must
have slipped out while I slept. That woman was entirely too quiet.

I staggered into the bathroom and through a hot shower. When I was
done, I found the new toothbrush left for me by the sink and finished
my morning cleanup by making sure my breath didn't kill someone.

That thought brought back all the memories of the previous day.

I didn't have any clean clothes, so I slipped into a robe and made my
way downstairs, looking for the kitchen. I needed coffee and I needed
it now. Then I needed clothes and food, in that order.

When I finally found the kitchen, I saw that it was as ridiculously
huge as the rest of the house. All I noticed was stainless steel
appliances, large swathes of marble counter tops and gleaming floors. I
doubted I'd find anything in here at Sears or Home Depot. I more than
half expected to find Lurch there, but he was nowhere to be seen.
Vanessa, however, was there, putting some spices in a rack. She looked
up and smiled at me.

"Good morning, Hawk. Can I fix you something to eat?" she asked.

I sat down on the bar stool and shook my head. "Coffee, please. Black
with two sugars. Where is everyone?"

She busied herself with putting some coffee in a single cup brewer.
"Gretchen is in the gym. Or at least she was half an hour ago. Hans is
still asleep. His doctor gave him something and told me that he would
be out most of the day. I haven't seen Ted or Lisa today."

I looked at the microwave, and it told me that it was almost one in the
afternoon. "While we wait for the coffee, would you mind if I asked you
some questions?"

Vanessa set down the rag she was cleaning the counter with and nodded.
She tapped her fingers on the counter top in a soft tattoo. "Sure. I
assume you want to ask about what happened last night, but I don't know
how I can help. Since you saw, I mean, since you were there, I'd think
you'd already know more about it than I do."

I laughed to myself. Unlike what you saw on TV, most people just
couldn't bring themselves to talk directly about murder, especially if
it was someone they'd known. As always, I was going to have to be the
one to bring it up. "How was Kat as a Mistress of the house?"

Vanessa shook her head. "I don't want to speak ill of the, well, of
her."

"You were going to say 'speak ill of the dead,' weren't you?" I asked
gently, "but how can that hurt Kat now? Look," I said more bluntly, "I
know it's hard to talk about, but someone killed her last night. It
wasn't Gretchen. So that means I need to know who else she offended.
Would you rather save her name or give Kat the justice that even she
deserves?"

Vanessa looked indecisive for a moment and then nodded. "Well, that was
plainly said, and I guess I have to agree with you. All right, then:
Kat was a terrible boss. When Hans was around, she would be mostly
tolerable, even to the staff, but when he wasn't there, she was a royal
bitch to everyone."

I nodded. "I guessed that much. She and Gretchen didn't get along, I
know. Who else did Kat have less than cordial relations with?"

Vanessa took my cup from the brewer and mixed in the sugar before
handing it to me. I sipped it and gave her time to think about my
question. She picked the rag back up and bunched it in her hands.

"Well, she didn't get along with my father, but he didn't kill her,"
she blurted.

I nodded. "I don't get along with a lot of people yet I don't end up
killing them. All I'm working on is a list of people with information,
and I'll talk with your father in due time. What about Kat and
Cartwright? Did they know each other well?"

She nodded. "The Senator was a frequent visitor out here when he was in
office. Courting Hans and Kat for donations, I think. Hans would be
able to tell you more."

"Did they spend much time together?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"Like without Hans around. Was Kat sleeping with him?" I asked bluntly.

The lack of an immediate response told me the answer wasn't "no". After
a moment, she shook her head and told me "no" anyway.

"Look," I said, "let me remind you that we aren't going to hurt her
anymore by talking about her. I suspect Kat might not have always been
loyal to Hans, just from her personality. If Hans knew about it and was
okay with it, that's their business. I'm not making a moral judgment
here. Even if you don't know it for a fact, do you think that she might
have been friendlier with the Senator than Hans would approve of?"

She bit her fingernail and looked at the door worriedly, and then she
nodded to me. "She might have been. The Senator had a way of putting
his hands on women that he's been with, and he was pretty comfortable
touching Kat."

Recalling how he groped Gretchen, I gritted my teeth and nodded. "I
know he did, and I'll be looking into who might have wanted him dead,
too. Either one of them might have been the target, after all. Anyone
else get it on with her or get into it with her on occasion?"

Vanessa shrugged. "She spent a lot of her time out, so it's possible.
Other people got into it with her on occasion, though it would be
faster to list the people that didn't tangle with her than the ones who
did. That woman was a viper."

"Ah, we must be talking about the dearly departed," Gretchen said from
the door. Vanessa jumped and got busy with the counter again. "Don't
worry, I won't tell. Vanessa, that coffee smells wonderful. Would you
make me a cup?"

"Of course," Vanessa answered, getting another cup from the cabinet.
She was obviously still embarrassed that Gretchen had overheard her
final comment.

Gretchen was dressed in a robe just like mine. We'd both need to make a
trip to the hotel to get some clothes.

I reached out and took her hand. "How do you feel today?" I asked
quietly.

"Better," she admitted softly. With a glance at Vanessa, she said even
more quietly, "Yesterday seems almost like a bad dream, Hawk, though I
know it's all too damn real. I feel badly that I'm not the least bit
sad she's dead, even though Daddy is hurting so terribly, but a really
big part of me is genuinely happy to see her gone. Cartwright was an
ass, but I'm a bit sorrier to see him dead than Kat."

"That's straight from the heart," I agreed, "but don't ever say that to
anyone else. The police already are focused solely on you as it is.
Now, their blind stupidity doesn't mean I won't find the person
responsible and see that they take the fall for what they did. As of
now, Elvis is officially on the back burner. The police won't be
looking for someone else, so I damn well better be. Besides, even Kat
and Cartwright deserve justice. After all, if being an asshole or bitch
was reason enough to be killed, I'd have been dead a long time ago."

Vanessa set Gretchen's coffee on the bar and bustled out of the room.

Gretchen's face was momentarily haunted, but she visibly forced it off
while taking a sip of her coffee. "I need to believe that the evidence
will prove me innocent and that you'll find the person that did this. I
have to believe that you'll save me, or I'll make myself crazy."

"I will," I assured her with a small smile, "but not dressed in a robe.
We need our clothes."

"I already asked Ivan to go pick ours up," she said. "I expect he will
be back in a little while."

I stared at her. "Ivan is handling my underwear? Ewwww! God knows what
that pervert will do with them."

She laughed. "Ivan isn't a pervert! I don't know why you don't like
him. He's a big teddy bear."

"He doesn't like me, and I don't like him. I think the two of us can
work within those boundaries," I said. "You're obviously too accepting
of some people, which is a good segue into another subject: you
sleeping with people for money."

Gretchen rolled her eyes. "Be honest, Hawk. It's my sleeping with
people you don't _approve_ of for money."

I sighed, and then nodded. Never push an argument you know you can't
win. "Okay, yes," I told her, "that's exactly what I mean. I don't want
you sleeping with scum like Cartwright. You're my wife, right? I assume
I do get some say in this?"

"Yes," she said, "you do get a say. As long as you don't lay a blanket
statement on me, we can negotiate. Don't you know women are born
negotiators? Toss anything out, and women will at least talk about it.
So, lay it out and let's see what we can come up with."

I didn't expect to get into this so soon, but I turned in the stool and
crossed my legs. I knew I'd have to pick my words carefully. "I think
you know what I mean, Gretchen. I don't want you having sex without my
agreement." I saw her face begin to cloud in anger, and I held up a
hand. "That works in the reverse, too. You have a say on what I do
there, as well."

Gretchen didn't appear entirely mollified, but she said gently, "I
appreciate that you're willing to make this a two way street, honey,
but there is a difference between who you sleep with and who I sleep
with. The difference, Hawk, is that you know my sleeping with someone
else is part of what I do for a living. And, I'll admit, I do it
because I enjoy it. So, how about this for a compromise; if you say
'no,' it's no."

"Why can't it be, if I say 'yes', then it's okay?" I asked, almost
petulantly. I sighed to myself. I knew I wasn't going to like the way
this turned out, just like I knew I would accept it anyway.

"Because, that's you giving me permission and not just vetoing,"
Gretchen said patiently. She must have thought she saw something in my
face because she said almost pleadingly, "I'm coming part way here,
Hawk. Meet me. Please."

I opened my mouth to say something more, but closed it without a word.
The outcome wasn't in doubt, so what made me want to prolong this? I
threw up my hands. "Fine, but if it's someone you even _think_ I might
object to, you have to run it by me."

"Deal," Gretchen said with a smile. "Thank you, Hawk. Now, on yet
another related subject, I'm sorry that I don't feel like consummating
our marriage. I just don't feel like making love to anyone right now,
but I've wanted you for a week, and even last night doesn't make that
go away forever. I admit I'm highly sexed, and sex is comforting to
me." She ran her knuckles across my cheek. "I suspect that sex with you
will be so far beyond mere comfort, and after all this shit, I'll
know that I need that. Not feeling like it, even with you -
_especially_ with you - is upsetting to me."

"Gretchen, honey, please don't worry about that. I want you, too," I
admitted, "but the mood happens when the mood happens and not a minute
sooner. Let's just strike when that moment hits us. If that's tonight,
I'll be ready. If not, I won't be upset," I assured her.

"If I can interrupt, I have your clothes in your room," Lurch said from
the door.

Gretchen seemed almost grateful for the interruption. She didn't like
feeling vulnerable, and I could tell she wasn't entirely comfortable
showing that vulnerability to me yet. "Thanks, Ivan," she said. "Come
on, Hawk. We need to dress, get something to eat and then get busy.
What's first? Who do we grill?"

I shook my head. I could see that my solitary, lone wolf days were long
gone. I was surprised to find that it didn't bother me as much as I had
thought it would. Still, there were appearances to keep, so, "I'd
argue, but I know I'd lose," I told her. "I suppose we'll do this
together, but it's under my rules. I grill who I like."

I looked at Lurch, "and I like you right now, Ivan. I have some
questions for you about last night."

"I have a number of things to do today," he said with a sniff.
"However, I'll make time to allow you your questions."

"That's damn big of you, Sport." I said, climbing to my feet. "We'll be
back down after we dress. We'll eat first and then come looking for
you."

He gave me another sniff. "I can hardly wait," he said as he strode
from the room.

"See?" I asked Gretchen. "He doesn't like me."

"Gosh, I can't imagine why," Gretchen said dryly. "Come on, let's go
dress. I'm getting hungry, and we have things to do."

-----

Those 'things to do' were turned on their head when we came back
downstairs. Detective Sergeant Sweeny was standing in the hall scowling
at us. I scowled right back.

"You again? Gretchen has nothing to say." I told him.

"You know, I have a real problem with some dyke bitch from Houston
coming up here and sticking her nose into police business," he snarled.


"Oh? Too goddamned bad," I said airily. "You have me and that means it
just sucks to be you."

"Hawk! Detective! Enough!" Gretchen snapped from the stairs.
"Detective, you know I'm not answering any more questions, so why are
you here?"

Sweeny scowled at me again before stepping around me. "I'm here because
I have a problem, and you're part of it. If you'll call off your attack
dog, I'll tell you what it is."

"You have a lot of nerve, coming in here and talking to me and my wife
like that," Gretchen replied with some heat, coming to my defense.
"You've got ten seconds either to change my mind, or to get out."

"Ten seconds? Okay. Yesterday I had you in cuffs, and I thought you
were a killer. Today, I think that you didn't kill them. My problem is
what I think today doesn't change a damned thing," he said.

"What?" Gretchen said.

"What?" I echoed, a bit more upset that Gretchen.

"Ain't it a bitch?" he asked Gretchen, ignoring my outrage. "So, do you
want to hear it all, or shall I leave you two alone to do whatever
carpet-munching, legally married women do?"

My outrage didn't like being ignored. "How about I just beat the hell
out of you now, and we call it even?" I asked, yanking him around and
balling up my fist.

Gretchen slipped between us and forced him back. "No! Jesus, you two!
Can we please reduce the level of testosterone in the air?"

I let her push me back and just glared at Sweeny, who was glaring right
back. Inside, I almost laughed. Gretchen was right. We did look like a
couple of dogs who wanted nothing more than to piss on something to
mark our territory. "Okay Gretchen," I said. "If he'll stop that 'bad
cop' bullshit, then I won't stuff my fist down his throat."

Gretchen looked at him. "Can we lay off the offensive comments?"

"Fine, for now, but it doesn't change facts," he said with a shrug. "In
any case, CSI told me that they didn't think the evidence supported you
as the killer. They actually said the evidence supported Cartwright
killing Werner before he was killed by someone else, but, that doesn't
matter because the DA is ignoring the evidence and proceeding with the
case."

"What?" Gretchen asked with a high-pitched voice. "Why would he do
that?"

"Because you're his ticket into the Governor's office," I said from
behind her. "He's a political animal and you're a once in a lifetime
target. He couldn't ask for better media coverage. 'Rich hooker,
married to lesbian, kills Senator and step-mother." I looked back at
Sweeny. "So, what will the police do?"

"What can we do?" he retorted. "Charges have been made, the suspect
arrested. That's it, unless the DA drops the charges. Will he win?
Damned if I know. Juries are notoriously unpredictable. Officially, we
have no choice but to continue to process the evidence and let the DA
do his job."

Sweeny looked at me and gave me a crooked smile.

"By the way, Hawkins, the DA has an even lower opinion of you than I
do. He's all bent out of shape from what I hear. He said he has proof
that Judge Masters was paid off and is going to move to have him
removed and have the bail revoked. He will be at the State Appeals
Court first thing in the morning."

Gretchen looked at me. "Can he do that?"

"You'd have to ask your lawyer," I said, "but he can try. Your man will
be there to contest it. I don't think the DA will have much luck."

I gave Sweeny a gimlet eye. "We'll never like one another, so why are
you telling us this? What is Gretchen to you?"

"An innocent woman," he said after a moment. "That burnout comment of
yours really stung, Hawkins. Maybe it's truer than I want to believe."
He shrugged. "You're right. I don't like you any more than you like me.
I don't like what the two of you stand for, or the mockery you're
making of marriage, but even then I couldn't stand back and say
nothing. I figured I had to at least give you a heads up before I get
back on the clock." He got up in my face, although the aggression was
toned down. "Make no mistake, though," he told me, "the DA is going to
have me digging for more evidence that supports his conviction rate, so
get used to seeing me around." He backed off, and in a more
conversational tone, added, "Oh, and one other little bit of news to
add to in the mix; even before all the guests were identified and
released, the guest of honor wasn't among them. Our wannabe senator had
already split before the house was sealed. Interesting, huh?"

-----

Sweeney finally swaggered out a few minutes later, but not before he'd
turned yet another day of our lives upside down. There's nothing quite
like being told you were innocent, but still going to be prosecuted, to
get you nice and mad, and Gretchen was really mad. She stormed up the
stairs, crying. Somehow, I thought the tears just pissed her off even
more. She really didn't like looking weak in front of anyone.

I expected her to go into the bedroom, but she went up to the third
floor instead. The room she went into was a large office, very modern
in appearance. Clean, bright and although I had no idea why, totally
enraging to Gretchen.

"Goddamn that bitch! How the fuck could she do this to me?" She
snatched up a little crystal statue and smashed it against the wall.

I grabbed her hand and spun her to face me. "Gretchen what's wrong?
What the hell are you talking about? Who did what to you? I thought you
were pissed at the DA and Sweeny."

Gretchen clenched her fist and pulled her arm free. "Oh, I am, but
right now I'm even more pissed at Kat." She waved her hands at the room
"This was my mother's room, Hawk, the last little bit of her in this
whole house! That bitch Kat took away _everything_ that was my mother
to me and turned the room into a fucking office for herself! This was
the only place I could go to feel my mother near me when I was a little
girl, and she's ruined it!" She bit out each word, working up her fury
again. "That _fucking bitch_ ruined it!"

She grabbed another little crystal thing from the desk and was about to
smash it when I grabbed her again. Gretchen struggled, and I used my
training to push her against the wall. She hit a bit harder than I
intended, but I needed to break her anger. "Gretchen, stop it! You're
out of control!"

Gretchen fought to break free, and her angry eyes smoked at me as I
used my body to hold her pinned against the wall. Then the look in her
eyes seemed to change, and she stopped struggling as she dropped the
statuette onto the carpeted floor. "Who do you think you are, telling
me how to feel?" Her voice still held anger, but now it was tinged with
something else.

I relaxed my hold. "I'm your friend, and I'm your wife," I said,
looking into her eyes. My own eyes widened as the change in her eyes
suddenly became clear to me. She was aroused.

Before I could say anything more, Gretchen grabbed my hair with her off
hand and pulled my mouth to hers in a sudden kiss. A flash of heat rose
inside me, matching her need, but I quashed it. This was not the time
or the place for this, and angry sex wasn't good, right? I forced
myself back from her lips.

"No, you don't..."

Gretchen surprised me, pushing me back and twisting me until she was
holding me against the wall. "There you are, telling me who's the Alpha
again." She pushed herself against me, the heat of her body completing
my arousal. "I have some news for you, Hawk. In this relationship, I'm
the sexual Alpha and the sooner you accept it, the happier you'll be."
She smashed her lips into mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth
insistently.

My belly turned to molten heat, but I wasn't her plaything; she was
mine. I forced myself away from the wall, not breaking our kiss, and
her ass slammed into the desk. I heard something fall and didn't care.
Gretchen growled into my mouth and grabbed my hair, twisting me around
and sliding me onto the desk, sending half the contents of it crashing
to the floor before climbing on top of me.

"Oh, no you don't. I know you want me as much as I want you," she said
huskily. "And you..."

I knocked her elbow out from under her, and we rolled off the desk and,
with a squeal of outrage from Gretchen, crashed to the floor. We
scrambled to our feet and I grabbed her, clamping my lips to hers.
Together, we crashed into the filing cabinets, knocking more papers to
the floor and causing the smaller one to go over with a "whoomp" even
the thick carpeting couldn't quite muffle. I pinned her and took her
mouth with mine. I _would_ have her on my terms!

"Mine," I said. "You're mine."

"Yes," Gretchen whispered. Then she half tripped me and sent us
tumbling back into the desk. With the sweep of her hand, she sent the
remaining stuff on it crashing to the floor while her hips pinned me to
the desktop. "You know, I always thought my first time with my husband
would be gentle and soft. I think I like this fire with my wife much,
much more."

Gretchen grabbed my shirt and ripped it open, the buttons flying in
every direction. Her eyes drank in my small, bra-covered breasts and
she almost drooled with desire.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth down to mine, tasting her lips
and forcing my tongue inside her mouth - not that force was really
required. The exquisite dancing of our tongues stoked the furnace
inside me, but I felt another emotion rising with it. Love. How I could
be so attached to a woman I'd just met boggled my mind. I couldn't
understand it, but I couldn't deny it, either. I'd have to figure it
out later. Much later.

Gretchen's hands fumbled clumsily at my bra, a growl of frustration
building in her throat. Dammit. I was falling back into the Beta and
that simply wouldn't do.

"Let me get it," I told her. She let me have some room and that was all
the leverage I needed to send her tripping backwards. I was off the
desk in a flying pounce, sending us both staggering into a fake tree,
causing it to fall onto a no-doubt expensive glass table with another
loud crash. Using my knee, I forced her into the wall with an almost
bone-jarring "thud".

Gretchen's air whooshed out of her lungs and I used the momentary
advantage to rip her expensive blouse down the middle and expose those
lovely breasts, clad in a silk-looking black bra. As she struggled with
me for control, I used one hand to reach around her and unsnap her bra
with a twist. Some skills just had to be practiced until they became so
natural that you could do them under any circumstances. Gretchen's
weakness was that she simply didn't have that experience with women.

"What in the devil?" Asked an incredulous male voice from the doorway.
Both of us froze and then whipped our heads around to stare at Lurch,
who was staring at both the destruction and our partly-clad state.

In tandem we shouted, "Get out!" And Gretchen added, "Please. And close
the door behind you, thanks."

The goggle-eyed Ivan opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of
water for a moment and then he turned red, right before backing out and
shutting the door.

We both burst into laughter, but in Gretchen's case, it was half ruse.
While I was distracted, she hooked a leg around mine and sent me
crashing to the floor. The carpet was half covered with various objects
and I felt my hip bruise on something. The floor driving the air out of
my lungs took the fight out of me for the moment.

Gretchen straddled my waist and whipped off her ruined blouse and her
bra. Then she captured my hands while I caught my breath. Her blue eyes
sparkled at me, as she bent lower and let her breasts sway across my
nipples, through the bra I was still wearing. It felt like someone was
twisting my nipples lightly.

"I could still unseat you," I said hoarsely.

Gretchen laughed. "You could, but I think we're almost done with
foreplay. You like it rough. I've never been into that before, and
it'll be hell on the furniture, but I think I can get used to it."

"I'm not done with foreplay yet," I said and leaned forward, catching
her nipple between my lips, sucking it and starting to nibble gently. A
shudder of pleasure went though her body and a sigh escaped her lips.

"Yes..." she hissed. "That's it, suck my nipple."

Her hands loosened around my wrists and I took control away from her in
a second, releasing my lip lock just long enough to roll her over on
her back and slid one knee between her legs. I swooped back down and
recaptured her nipple between my teeth and nipped her not so gently.

"I'm the Alpha here," I growled and rode her as her body arched, not in
an attempt to knock me loose, but in reaction to my attentions on her.
She liked it a little rough, even though she might like to tell me that
it was my kink. Some women liked their nipples in clamps. I did,
sometimes.

"Shut up and bite my nipples," she growled. "We aren't going to settle
this today."

With a gurgling laugh, I gave her what she wanted. I licked and sucked
on her tender tit-flesh. They were so much larger than a mouthful, but
I made sure my mouth made the circuit all over them and then, to test
my theory about whose kink it really was, I leaned forward and clamped
my teeth at the point where her neck met her shoulder and bit down
gently.

Her hips jolted upwards and her sex rubbed against my well-placed leg.
With a groan that was half pain, half pleasure, Gretchen began wildly
rubbing her pants-covered sex against me. Her hands fumbled again with
my bra and finally got it loose.

I sat back up, looking down at her. That long blonde hair was wild on
the floor, her body flushed pink in arousal. Her breasts were capped
with eraser-like nipples, hard and ready. The thing that held me,
though, was her eyes. Ice blue and wild. Crazed with desire. Her pupils
were fully dilated and she was panting like a steam engine.

"I love you," she said with those red lips, before she leaned forward
to suck my nipple. My back arched and I fed what little breast I had
into her mouth. My hips began to undulate in time with hers as we
pleasured ourselves on each other's legs. Her eyes stayed locked with
mine as she used my nipple ring to great effect, twisting her head from
side to side gently. The stabs of pain and pleasure bled into one
another and I threw my head back as the stabs traveled in a sharp, fast
strike to my groin.

While my eyes were crossed with pleasure, she rolled me over and
attacked my pants like a starving woman. She ripped the belt off and
threw it across the room. Something broke, but we didn't care. I lifted
my hips in willing surrender as she pulled my pants down. She stared at
my cloth covered mound and licked her lips.

"I've never tasted another woman before," she said, her eyes bright. "I
come to this, our wedding bed, a virgin for the pleasure of my wife."
She bent down and inhaled my musky scent through my soaked panties.
"You smell like me, a slut in need. That's what I am, you know. Your
slut and I'll do whatever you want. Tell me what you want, Wife.
Command me."

I groaned and arched my back. "Stop talking and make love to me!"

Like a striking cobra, she attacked my stomach, her tongue doing
perverted, wonderful things to my bellybutton. When she sucked on it, I
felt the sensations all the way down my ass, and I groaned. Gretchen
pulled my panties down and I helped her, wriggling my ass.

Then I watched as she kissed her way lower until her lips were hidden
by my unruly bush. Her hot breath sent jolts through me all the way up
my spine. "Do you want me to kiss you?" she asked, her eyes aroused and
needy on mine. "Tell me to lick your pussy."

"God!" I screamed in a mixture of desire, arousal, love and
frustration. "Lick my pussy, Gretchen! Eat me!"

Gretchen kissed me full on my lower lips, her mouth opening and her
tongue sliding inside me, exploring me. Her face was instantly drenched
in my nectar. I don't know that I've ever been so aroused before.

"So sweet," she moaned into my sex. "Yes..."

She dug into me with her tongue and then slowly began working first one
finger and then another inside me. Her lips teased my clit while her
fingers rubbed my G-spot.

I didn't even have time to build up before I exploded in her face. She
rode my wildly convulsing body and just kept going.

"Stop," I pleaded, "let me catch my breath."

"Oh, I don't think so," she laughed before licking my sensitive clit
again and diving back in. Quickly, she had a chain of small orgasms
shooting through me, one after another, each a little bigger than the
one before. Not that I was in a position to judge, but for a virgin, it
seemed her technique was improving really fast.

Just when I didn't think I could take it anymore, she slid her finger
out of me and slowly worked it into my ass, sucking, biting my clit. My
body went insane. I thought I'd had a stroke. My vision faded and the
room was plunged into darkness, and the most intense orgasm of my life
picked me up and threw me into the ceiling. I felt like I was in
freefall, and then with a full-body shudder, I blacked out.

I know I wasn't really out, but I didn't remember her coming up to
gently kiss my face, whispering that she loved me in my ears so softly
that I was afraid I was hearing things. I could see her now, her face
totally soaked in my juices, her blond hair in wild disarray.

"Did you like that?" she asked, a hint of deviltry in her voice.

"You know damned well I liked it, Wench," I panted at her, before
kissing her deeply. Pulling back, I found myself so hungry for her that
I didn't even want to cuddle. "I need you, right now. Strip and climb
aboard."

She laughed again and stood up gracefully. With her eyes never leaving
mine, she slowly stripped herself of pants and the little black panties
that matched the bra. Even from here, I could see the drops of moisture
on her swollen labia and trimmed blonde muff.

Gretchen swaggered over to me and swung a leg over my head, kneeling.
"Now it's my turn. Eat me." She lowered her soaked sex into my face and
I drank from her like a woman dying of thirst in the desert. Her clit
was so large when it was aroused; it was like sucking a tiny little
penis. I bobbed my head and blew her with my best technique. I had a
stray thought that my time with Ted wasn't entirely wasted.

She shuddered over me and her hands tangled in my hair, grinding her
sex on my face. I lost myself in the moment, and when she came, it
surprised me. She threw back her head and screamed at the top of her
lungs, her back arching spasmodically and her hips grinding us together
like she was riding a wild bronco.

Like her, I decided not to leave it with one orgasm, so I continued
eating her with all my skill. Finally, she pitched forward onto her
hands and knees and I slipped out from underneath her as she panted. I
buried my face back into the sweet, sweet pussy from behind, making her
moan in tortured pleasure.

Then, I had my revenge. I slipped two fingers inside her tight pussy
and then buried my face in her ass, my tongue rimming her sensitive
asshole.

"God, yes! Fuck me. Lick my ass. Fuck my ass." She groaned in need.

"Maybe next time," I murmured, "when we get some nice strap-ons. Now,
shut up and come for me." I licked her wildly and pistoned my fingers
into her until her breath caught and she wailed her pleasure again,
this time not stopping until she collapsed in front of me.

I slid down beside her twitching body and held her as her breathing
slowed. I kissed her face and whispered into her ears what she had said
to me. "I love you, Gretchen, wife of my heart."

For what could have been minutes, or an hour, we lay sprawled together,
spent. At long last, she levered herself to her elbow. "God, I can't
believe how good that was. Thank you."

We kissed and held each other for a moment, and then she climbed to her
feet and helped me up. "Now I'm thirsty and totally ravenous."

Looking around us, we both stopped in amazement. The office was
devastated. It looked like a tornado had gone through it. Things were
smashed, scattered and one filing cabinet was on its side, papers
spilling out.

Gretchen laughed. "I meant to trash the place, but this was better than
anything I could have planned. Kat would have a shit fit if she were
here, knowing how we did this. Thank you, wife of my heart."

We dressed as well as we could, with our destroyed clothes, and slipped
out of the office, bolting back down the stairs to our room and
giggling like two wayward children.

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