or coming. She cupped Laura's face and held it. Laura smiled back and Janine laughed her emotions raw. Laura joined her as they kissed again and then hugged each other tight. It wasn't always like that, but when it was, it was special and always made Janine sure she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Laura.
They leaned on each other, embracing and caressing each other until Laura lifted her head and said, “I don't know about you, but if I don't get this giant fucking cock out of me, I'm going to die.”
Janine laughed aloud, even snorting at one point. Laura joined in, but then said, “I mean it, Janine. Move so I can get this cock out of me.” Janine let go of Laura, still laughing, and they extracted the dildo together. Laura took it and flung it across the room. Janine fell back into the pillows and Laura joined her. Janine rolled over and rested her head on Laura's soft breast, her most favorite pillow of all. Laura embraced Janine. The room still smelled faintly of Laura. Janine loved Mondays, but she couldn't wait until she could be with Laura every day of the week.
Fast Girl
Megan knew she'd been driving too fast. She never thought they had cops set up as speed traps in this neighborhood. Or at this time of night, either.
And there were good reasons she'd been driving too fast. This was just a fast car; nothing she could do about it. Besides, she was trying to get home before it was even later, or her husband Frederico would be pissed. He was sixty years old, and he traveled all the time on business. Over the past year, she'd started thinking he was actually a drug dealer. Whatever. He was home tonight. She'd told him she was doing volunteer work with the homeless. More like volunteer work with the horny, ha.
When she got married to a much older, rich man, her mother had said, 'Megan, you're just going to be a trophy wife.' Then, Megan had thought that was a good thing. That was the only career plan she'd ever had. Now she saw it had a downside, after all. Frederico was never around. And he just didn't want to fuck as often as she did. Which was all the time. What was she supposed to do?
What she did was find Sean. It would never do for Frederico to find out about him. Just thinking about Sean, Megan felt a little wet jolt in her pussy. Even though she'd just spent the evening fucking him. She was almost ready to turn around and do it all over again.
He was so hot. Six feet of rapacious muscle and searing flesh and thick, hard cock. He liked to eat her pussy more than any man she'd ever met. He was crazy for it. Any time they were sitting around having a drink in his little apartment, he'd somehow get himself into a position on the floor with his head between her legs up her skirt.
But Sean had his downside, too. He was more than ten years older than she was. He'd lied about his age when they met. He was really thirty-two. And he had a wife and a baby. The little apartment was just his fuck pad.
So Megan pretty much thought he was a shit, actually, no matter how hard his dick got. Obviously, she hadn't known about his family when she started fucking him. She went there tonight because she was breaking up with him. Nobody could blame her for one final fuck, could they? Tonight she'd ridden him like a carousel horse, grinding his cock as deep as she could into her.
Maybe they didn't have to do it twice. She felt a little bit guilty about the second time. But who knew when she'd get the chance with anybody again, she thought as she was showering. She was only twenty-one, and even though she was beautiful and rich, she was frustrated and lonely.
So that's partly why she was driving too fast. And now there were cop car lights flashing in her rear-view mirror.
Megan didn't see how she had a choice. Sure, she could probably outrun them, but they had her plate number, now. She pulled over and flicked her long silky hair off her face. When the cops got out of their car, one stood behind Megan's R8 Spyder, shining a bright light through the rear windshield. The one who came to the window was tall. He had a flat belly under his khaki uniform, and a big gun. Megan couldn’t see much more of him than that, because he was standing up beside the car.
He shone his flashlight into the car. 'Keep your hands on the steering wheel, miss.' He had a deep voice. He played his flashlight beam over her. Her breasts, straining at the fabric of her red silk tank top. Her long legs under a short leather skirt. She couldn't see any of him now, not even his flat khaki belly and his gun. The light was too close, glaring in her eyes. She felt as though she was on a stage, under a spotlight.
He played his flashlight over the rest of her again. 'Would you get out of the car, please, miss?' Megan got out and stood beside her car. She still couldn't see him very well. Just his silhouette. Wide shoulders. Slim hips. Long legs.
'Do you know how fast you were going?' he demanded. He kept running his flashlight over her. He gave her a number that seemed really high. But maybe she really had been going that fast. It was a fast car. She shrugged.
His partner came over to where they were standing. She couldn't see him, either, because he had a flashlight, too.
He said, 'I ran the plates. She gets a lot of speeding tickets. She's got five points.'
'I'm a fast girl,' said Megan.
The cop said, 'You won't be for any longer. That's all your points gone. I can't even let you drive home tonight.' He walked over to Megan's car and took the keys out of the ignition.
'No!' Megan's heart plummeted. If she couldn't drive, what would she do all day? No malls, no beaches, no restaurants, no driving around to anywhere to hang out. She might as well not even be alive.
'No,' she said again. 'There must be something I could do.' The first cop played his flashlight up and down her body. She smiled at him. Not that she could see him. She thought she had a pretty good idea of what she could do.
'Take off your clothes,' he said. That was pretty much what she'd had in mind.
'Here? By the side of the road?' There was no way Megan was doing that.
The cop said, 'Up to you.' He started to walk back to his car. With her keys! His partner turned to follow him.
What was she going to do? She needed her car. And Frederico would never give her enough money for a car and driver. She didn't want a car and driver, anyway. She loved her car. It wouldn't be the end of the world if she had to suck off these two cops.
Or whatever it was they wanted her to do. Whatever they looked like. 'Wait,' Megan said.
They both turned around. She wished she could see them. She reached for the hem of her top and took it off. She stood there in her bra. The second cop said, 'Fuck,' and cleared his throat. A car sped by them on the road. The first cop said, 'Okay. We can't do this here. What if a driver saw you half-naked out here and crashed?' He talked like that would be Megan's fault, but now wasn't the time to argue with him.
The second cop said, 'We'll get back into the cruiser and go up a side road.'
'Take my Spyder,' said Megan. Both of the cops started grinning like it was Christmas. 'You can drive.'
In the car, Megan sat on the second cop's lap. She was still wearing only her bra on top. She found out that the driver's name was Kyle and the other cop's name was Tim. She could see them better now. They were both young and muscular. Not much older than her. Pretty fine, really. Kyle put the car in gear and pulled away. 'Fuck,' he breathed. He sat with his gaze fixed on the road. She couldn't see much of his face but his square jaw. She could see his lap, though, and it looked as though he had something for her there. Unless it was the car doing that to him. It was a pretty nice car.
Tim, the one who wasn't driving, reached over and insinuated the tips of his fingers under the edge of her black bra. When his fingers reached her nipple, she gasped. He grew more insistent, and pushed back the cup of her bra. He bent his head and sucked on her nipple, sending waves of desire from her tits down to her pussy. Seeing her arousal, Tim pushed the other cup of her bra down, and sucked at the other nipple.
The car was hurtling down the road. Kyle had all his attention on driving, because they were driving so fast. Megan loved catching brief glimpses of red taillights as they overtook and tore past other cars. Like the other cars were standing still, thought Megan, raising herself up higher to see more. She saw a momentary flash of a face, startled by the brief sight of her mostly naked tits in the window of a two hundred thousand dollar sports car.
Tim licked all over the underside of her tits and sucked at her nipples. She felt electrifying little pulses moving
