27 comments/ 60892 views/ 128 favorites Danni & Kenzie's Story By: jsragmanus Part I – Kenzie's Story Cursing and crying, I entered the last few digits of the number into my disposable cell phone and hit Send. I hoped she was home. If she wasn't, I was going to fall apart. "Hello?" the voice began. "Danni? It's me Kenzie," I said with forced cheerfulness. Danni had been my best friend in high school. We had been inseparable from the time we met in fifth grade. Fate had thrown us together for "the talk" at school. Her wry sense of humor, and visible disdain for the discomfort of our teachers had made her my idol. We'd been constant companions until I'd moved to Seattle half-way through my senior year. We'd stayed in touch a few months after I moved, but gradually, the calls became less frequent and we'd lost touch with each other. "Kenzie, how are ya? Long time no hear girl! What's going on?" she said excitedly. Good. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard. "Danni, listen. I'm in trouble and I need a place to stay. Can I stay with you for a couple of weeks? I wouldn't ask, but I'm really desperate. Please, can I stay? It's just for a couple of weeks." "What's going on?" she asked. "It's complicated Danni. I just need someplace to lay low for a while. Two weeks, tops." "Two weeks? You can stay two months if you want. Works for me. When are you going to be in town?" "I'm in town now. Can I come over in a few minutes? Please?" "Sure, sure. I just thought I'd have time to make things nicer for you," she said flustered. "It's OK. Really, I don't want to be any trouble. Would half an hour be OK?" "OK, I'll see you in 30 minutes, here's the address." She repeated it back to me. "Kenzie?" "Yes Danni?" I whispered. "I'm glad you're here. See you in a few." Looking down at the floor of the car, I contemplated life's big surprise: my daughter Elise. She was a beautiful, two-week-old, little girl. She was probably the only good thing that her scummy father had ever done. I wondered if a lifetime of cruelty and abusive behavior could be offset by fathering one perfect, beautiful child. I didn't think so. I wasn't sure how Danni was going to react to Elise. I guess that's why I didn't mention her. I felt like shit for tricking my best friend, but I really was desperate. I drove the car to a street about a block from Danni's apartment. Parking in a secluded place, I started wiping it down. I carefully went over the entire interior, remembering to wipe off the rear-view mirror and the seat belt blades. Getting out, I wiped off the door handles, the door frame, and the top of the trunk. When the police found this baby a thousand miles from home I didn't want any prints to lead them to me. Picking up the car seat with Elise in it, I hoisted her diaper bag and my backpack over my shoulder and started casually walking away from the car. As I rounded the corner, and walked into Danni's apartment complex, I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn't sure about the next part, but I'd gotten rid of the stolen car, and that was just a huge load off me. I walked through the maze of buildings until I found the right one. Setting Elise's car seat down on the ground, I rang the door bell. Seconds later, the door flew open and she was there. "Hey girl!" she said excitedly. "Look at you! I'm so glad to see you!" she squealed. Stepping forward, she grabbed me in a strong hug and started crushing me. Danni had changed since school. Her build was better than I'd remembered. She had a long lean torso topped with a pair of pert breasts. Her brown hair was in a short buzz cut that was boyish, but when combined with her face still left her with a feminine appearance. She was a little heavy in the hardware department with a piercing in her eyebrow and a row of studs piercing one ear. For clothes she had on a pair of faded black jeans, and a battered Joan Jett T-shirt. Stepping back, she started looking me over. "Whoa girl! Look at that chest! When did those happen?" "Those happened about 4 months ago," I grinned. "It's what pregnancy and nursing do." "No Shit? You had a baby?" Nodding, I stepped to the side and revealed a sleeping Elise. "Wow," she said softly. Kneeling down, she took a close look at her. "She's beautiful," she whispered. "Tell me about her." "Can we go inside?" I asked. "It's been a long day, and I'm kind of tired." "Oh! Sure! My bad. Let me help you." Reaching down, she picked up the diaper bag, and my backpack. I picked up Elise and we moved into her living room. Danni's apartment was a study in utilitarian minimalism. A small table had two chairs. Open style cabinets revealed a plain stoneware set for four. The living room had a worn couch, and a beat up recliner. On the wall was a vague rainbow poster. Danni collapsed into the recliner and I sat heavily on the couch. Seeing her again brought back a flood of emotions. I guess she was feeling the same way. We sat looking at each other, I suppose lost in our own thoughts, wondering I suppose what the hell fate was doing bringing us back together. Finally, she got up. "Would you like something to drink? I've got beer and wine." "A cup of tea would be nice if you have it. I'm nursing, and I can't really drink. If you don't have any tea, some water would be fine." "Let me look. My mom gave me some tea as part of a house-warming basket when I moved in here. I'm pretty sure I didn't drink it all." A minute later, she gave a triumphant shout and held up the tin of bags, complete with the original cellophane wrapping intact. "I see you didn't drink it all," I smirked. "Wise-ass!" she grinned. Soon, I was holding a steaming cup of tea. As I sipped from the mug, I felt her appraising gaze looking me over. Somehow, I knew she wasn't looking at my maternally enhanced boobs. "So, are you going to tell me what's going on?" Taking a deep breath, I started in on the whole sad, stupid story. "After we moved to Seattle, things pretty much sucked. My folks divorced, and my mother went through a string of boyfriends. I was a little freaked out at the way some of them were looking at me I guess. I was seventeen, and these losers were dropping hints and looking me over any time my mom wasn't around. At the same time, my mom started drinking pretty heavily. While this was going on, I started hanging out with kids that weren't exactly civic leaders. Considering some of the crap I did, it's a wonder I was never arrested. I knew I had to get out of there, so I made a plan." "As soon as I finished school, I went to beautician school, and started cutting hair. Once I had a steady job, I moved out. I spent the next couple of years cutting hair. Not a lot to tell there. I got up and worked weekdays. Weekends, the other girls from work and I went out to bars looking for men. Almost always, I was too picky to take any of them home. With one exception anyhow." Taking a break I took another sip from my cup. It was chamomile. When I'd been a little girl, my mother and I used to drink chamomile tea together on rainy days. I missed my mother. No, that was a lie. I missed the woman my mother used to be. Maybe I missed the little girl I used to be. "So, I met Kurt. Kurt's an investment advisor for a bank. When I met him, I was just floored. Here's this 30 year old guy, who's just totally handsome and well dressed. I mean he's wearing Giorgio fucking Armani suits. Not only was he good looking, but he had money. He drove a BMW, and his condo had been professionally decorated by someone with taste." "In hindsight, I should have asked myself why this perfect specimen of manhood was trolling bars and picking up hair dressers. I didn't use my fucking head is the nicest thing I could say," I said wryly. Stopping again, I took a deep pull from my tea and plodded onwards and downwards through my life. "After a couple of dates, I started sleeping with him, and in another couple of months, I moved into his apartment with him. He was just totally amazing. He was so attentive. He was always doing little things that made me feel like a princess. I was in heaven. It was just so wonderful." "After I moved in though, things started changing. He wasn't quite as attentive. Some days, he was a little short with me. At first, I thought it was just normal stuff. I never dated much, but I know that every relationship changes as it develops. It was around this time, that I got pregnant." "Kurt was just totally furious. He kept asking how anyone could be so damn dumb. Birth control was my one responsibility in our relationship and I'd fucked it up. That night was the beginning of scary times, and for the first time I slept on the couch in the living room." "The next day, he was all apologetic. He bought me flowers, and we went to dinner at an expensive restaurant. During dinner, we started talking about marriage." "Over the next couple of weeks, Kurt convinced me to quit my job. After all, as he pointed out, we were getting married and his income was enough for us to live comfortably on. After I quit my job, Kurt started pressuring me to stay home, and stop meeting my girl friends from the salon." "Looking back, it's pretty easy to see that he was isolating me. He was making my life totally revolve around him, and making sure that I had no regular contact with anyone else. I don't know why I didn't see it at the time. Right about then is when we got married. We just went down to the courthouse and had a civil ceremony. His parents sent a congratulations card. When I saw the zip code was for the next township over, I asked Kurt." "My mother is a god-damned drunk and my father's a loser who stays with a drunk. You don't want to know them," was his response. "I was floored. I mean shit, my mother's a drunk, but I don't feel that way about her," I said indignantly. Glancing down at the empty cup, I looked at Danni. Her face had gone stony and I could see a nervous tic in her left eyebrow. When we were kids, I could always beat her at poker. Any time she starts to get stressed her eye starts twitching. "I'll take that glass of wine now." I grinned, holding the empty cup out. "Geez, sorry. I was wrong. I'm outta wine" she said, her lips pursed together. "OK, I didn't really need it. So, where was I. Oh, yeah, isolation." "Once he had me isolated, shit got worse. Way worse. Verbal abuse was just openers. When I was about 8 months pregnant, I let my mouth get away from me, and he beat me. Danni, he beat me bad. I had to go to the emergency room. I had a cracked rib, a black eye, and a split lip. I've spent the last two months, doing everything I can to make things perfect so he wouldn't have reason to hit me again. It's been hard. He's like a balloon. You can see the pressure building up, and you think he's going to burst. Then for some reason, the pressure goes down and he's all right for a few weeks." "While I was waiting for Elise to be born, I started getting things ready. We had a safe in our condo. Kurt never told me where the key was, but I figured it out. I had a lot of time on my hands, and besides, it didn't take a genius to notice that any time he'd been in the safe he smelled like foot powder. I knew we had money in the safe. When I found the key, I made a duplicate, and took inventory. The safe had a fair amount of cash in it. There was also some women's jewelry, and a couple of driver's licenses for women I'd never met. I guess they were old girl friends. Anyhow, a couple of days ago, I borrowed a car from a friend, cleaned the cash out of the safe, and drove here." By now, Danni's eyes were wide open. She looked totally freaked. Her eye was twitching insanely. "Tell me you didn't use credit cards for gas. Tell me you didn't use credit cards for anything," she demanded roughly. "No, I didn't want him following. I used the cash for everything." "Think carefully. Think very fucking carefully," she said grimly. "Did you ever mention me to him? Do you think he'll guess you came here?" "Danni, you're scaring me! I don't think I ever mentioned your name. You don't think he'll track me down do you?" I said, sounding scared. "No, I think you've been careful enough. There's nothing to really worry about," she muttered. I noticed her posture seemed more relaxed, and she was leaning back in the chair. Her eye was still twitching. "What about the friend you borrowed the car from. Can you be traced that way?" she growled. "No, there's nothing to worry about there. I've already set it up so the car will be returned." From the floor, where I'd set Elise down, I started to hear some stirring. I knew she was going to be awake soon, and need fed. Danni showed me to the spare bedroom where I'd be staying. It was her office, and the bed was a day bed stuffed against the wall. I didn't care. After 24 hours of driving, it looked heavenly. In a haze, I fed Elise, and changed her and then showered and collapsed in the bed. The last thing I remember was Danni kissing me good night. I remember waking up once more during the night, and nursing Elise, but other than that I slept like the dead until the sun was well into the sky. When I got up, I found a note from Danni. Kenzie, I'm at work now. I've got my cell with me. It's the same # you called last night. Call me if you need anything. If Kurt shows up, DO NOT OPEN THE DOOR! CALL 911! I mean it! Don't open the door no matter what. I should be home around 5:30 PM. Love ya! Danni While Danni was working, I took the bus downtown, and found a consignment shop. I bought a portable crib, and a stroller. Next, I found the grocery store and got some diapers and things for making dinner. I was hungry for pot roast with potatoes and carrots. During my months of pregnancy and isolation, I'd really gotten into cooking. It gave me something to do, and Kurt had been pleased by it. I'm no chef, but I had built a repertoire of meals that I knew were better than OK. When Danni got home, I knew she was pleased. I could see the look of delight in her eyes when she walked in and smelled the food cooking. "Hey Babe! Oooh, that smells delicious. What are you making? Mmmm, pot roast. How was your day?" she said. Walking up to the fridge, she took out a beer and cracked it open. I filled her in on my activities and then she went to shower. During dinner, we talked about what she had been doing since high school. "I've been working as an EMT and going to school part time for an Associate's in Criminal Justice. When I get it, I'm going to apply to the city and be a cop," she said. "I get my degree in January, and then I'll submit the application. I've got some cop buddies I've met on runs, and they think I'm a natural. They say I'll be accepted immediately." "Whoa, I'm impressed. I didn't know you were into that stuff". "I know it sounds corny, but I like helping people. There are a lot of bad guys out there, and I want to keep them from doing bad things to good people," she said embarrassed. "So, how's your love life? Dating anyone?" This was a loaded question. I was 99% certain Danni was gay, but I wasn't sure. Throw it out and see what happens I guess. "I dated a couple of women since you left, but I guess my heart hasn't been in it. I'm too career focused at the moment," she smiled. "Women?" I queried. "Yeah kid, women. Girls anyhow. I'm not sure any of them were mature enough to qualify as women. You knew I was gay didn't you?" "I suppose I did. I just was never certain." "Well, I wasn't certain myself until after you moved away. It's not a problem for you to stay here is it?" "No, no. It's not a problem. I'm just so grateful to you for letting me stay. I don't know where I would have gone if you weren't helping me. Thank you," I said softly. "You're welcome. Thanks for making dinner. It was really good. I don't know the last time I had a home cooked meal. It's usually noodle cups, or take out Chinese for me. Here, let me get started on the dishes." "Really it's OK, I'll do them!" I said. "No, it's only fair if you cook, I'll do dishes. Tell you what, if I cook, you can do the dishes. How's that?" "I suppose that's fair." While she cleaned the kitchen, we talked about Elise. She was curious to know what I thought about motherhood. "Mostly, I feel like a milk cow," I moaned. "I have to feed her every few hours. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE the bonding and the closeness we're developing. I just wish sometimes I could get a full night's sleep." Almost as if on cue, I heard Elise waking up. After changing her, I sat on the couch and started nursing her. I guess I didn't think about Danni being present; my nursing coach had been a woman. As Danni moved around the kitchen, I caught her making sideways glances in my direction. It wasn't until I was in the middle of the feeding that I realized that Danni might be checking me out. Oh well, I thought, she's been so good to take me in. It won't hurt to put on a little show. I was also more than a little curious of what her opinion would be. After swelling to what felt like the size of a blimp, I was anxious to know someone thought I was sexy. When Elise finished my left breast, I left it exposed to air dry while she nursed from the right. Danni's eye wasn't twitching, but I could see her struggling to not just stare. Maybe I was being mean, but it was kind of fun to tease her. While I was feeding Elise, I sang to her. Sometimes I sang children's songs, and sometimes I just made up silly things or held a one-sided conversation. Danni came out and sat across from me watching. Eventually, Elise fell asleep again, and we started talking again. "So, what are your plans?" she asked. "I'm going to find a divorce attorney next week, and start that process. After I get that going, I suppose I'm going to try to find an apartment and then get a job cutting hair." "There's not going to be a lot left of your paycheck after you pay for an apartment and child care," she observed. "I know. I'm hoping I can get some support money from Kurt. I'm just so scared of him that the thought of having anything to do with him terrifies me. If he's paying child support or alimony he's going to want something out of it, which means he'd be in my life still. That scares me," I said softly. "I think you need to stay here until your situation is totally sorted out," she began. "I don't care how long it takes. I think it's a bad idea for you to be on your own until you've got the divorce finalized and can see how he's going to react. Domestic violence doesn't quit when a woman moves out, your odds of being hurt actually go up for the next two years. You REALLY should not be alone with him. I've got a really bad feeling about this guy. I know I haven't met him, but from your description it sounds like he's a lot more dangerous than you realize," she said grimly. "I'm going to talk to some cop-buddies of mine and see what their opinions are. Always keep the door locked, and if he shows up, call 911. Promise me that you'll do this Kenzie." "I promise Danni. If Kurt shows up, I'll keep the door locked and call 911." That night, before bed, Danni came to say good night. "Are you OK Kenzie?" she asked softly. "I think so," I said. "Thanks again for helping. It means a lot to me!" "I'm sure you're scared Kenzie, but things will be OK. I'm going to protect you, and I promise I'm not going to let anything happen to you or Elise." I gave her another hug in response and she went to her room. 2 The next morning, I was bored. Seeing a DVD player, I started opening drawers, looking for movies. Poking around, I hit Danni's porn stash. The dominant theme seemed to be lesbian sex involving strap-ons. Out of curiosity, I picked the best looking of the bunch and put it in. Danni & Kenzie's Story To say the movie was an eye-opener is an understatement. The video quality was just great. From reading the credits, I found that the video had been directed by a woman. You could see the chemistry between the women on screen. According to the cover notes, some of the women were couples. You could tell that not only were they attracted to each other, but that they knew and cared for each other. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. During one of the prolonged kissing scenes, I found myself becoming aroused. I love kissing, and I've never found a guy that was into it. Their kisses started out slow and exploratory. They were nibbling on lips and ears, drinking in each other's smells, becoming hotter and hotter until their moans were coming in almost continuous gasps. I had never imagined that making love with another person could be this intimate and personal an experience. While the women kissed, I brought my swollen breasts out of my bra and started caressing them. Since I'd started nursing, they seemed to be in a state of constant sensitivity. Gently, I caressed the nipples, teasing them to erectness. I was getting goose-bumps on my breasts and arms from the excitement, and the feel of cool air. When the darker one entered the brunette with her strap-on, I stuck one hand in my panties and started rubbing my clit while my other hand gently caressed the tender skin of my plump breasts. I stared at the screen transfixed as the two women on the screen made love. I imagined that it was my pussy getting pounded by the thick strap-on dildo. It glistened as it moved in and out of the brunette's pussy stretching her wide. Her breath was coming in staccato gasps each time the length her lover's cock pounded into her. I imagined that I could feel the dark woman's sharp, erect nipples poking into my soft flesh breasts, and I could imagine her coarse, curly, public hair rubbing against my shaved mound. When the brunette started cumming, I was pushed over the edge. Over and over, my orgasm roared over me, running like a runaway freight train. Unstoppable, powerful, and most of all, loud. Eeek! I hoped none of the neighbors was home. Stopping the movie, I lay back on the couch, caressing my breasts, and rubbing my mound. Slowly I eased myself down from the orgasmic high I'd just put myself through. As the warm glow subsided, I thought of what I'd just done. I'd had an orgasm while fantasizing that a woman was fucking me with a strap-on. No, that wasn't totally accurate. I'd had the most earth shaking, mind-rocking orgasm ever while fantasizing that another woman was fucking me with a strap-on. In a way I wasn't surprised. Before I'd moved away, I'd fantasized about making love with Danni. Even after I'd moved away, she continued to haunt my dreams and fantasies for months. When we'd been in sixth grade, I had told her that I wanted her to be the one to take my virginity. We laughed at the silliness of the idea at the time, but I'd never forgotten it. As I lay there, I realized that my life had just gotten a hell of a lot more complicated. I made dinner again that evening, and while Danni did dishes and I nursed Elise, we talked about her day. "It was kind of a slow day. We got called out to a car accident scene, but nobody was really hurt. We just looked them over and sent them on their way. This afternoon, we had a domestic call. The husband beat up his wife pretty bad. We stabilized her and put her in an ambulance. The whole time we're working, the guy's screaming at the cops telling us that it's nobody's business how he treats his wife." "I'm so sorry for her. I can relate," I said. "I did hear a funny one today. When I was on the domestic call, the two patrolmen were laughing about the car they had found. They pulled over a couple of joy-riders in a stolen car. They claimed that the car had just been sitting on the street with the key on the mat. It seems this car had been stolen in Seattle. Found it about a block from here as a matter of fact. What do you think of that?" she asked. I could see her eyes focusing intently on me. I was being interrogated and I knew it. "I'm sorry I did it Danni. I felt horrible about it, but it was more important to me to get Elise and I away. I was panicked and I didn't think I had a choice. I know it was wrong" "This isn't something you'll be doing again then," she pressed sternly. "No," I said meekly. "I need to know something else," she continued. "Have you ever been arrested or convicted of a felony?" "No, I've never been arrested for anything. Why did you ask?" "I have some guns here, and that would be a problem if you had been." The rest of that evening was sort of tense, but by the next night things had smoothed over. Over the next month, we fell into kind of a routine. During the day, I would take Elise out in the stroller. We would go to the market, or to the library for books. Sometimes I would visit other friends from high school. Danni put me in touch with a woman attorney that had a reputation as a fearless bulldog, and I got started on the divorce process. At night, I would prepare dinner for us. After dinner, we would often take Elise for a stroll through the nearby park. When we got in Danni's car to go someplace, she would help me get Elise into her seat, and then hold the door open for me. Danni loved Elise, and loved playing with her. I don't know exactly when, but after the first couple of weeks I realized that we were molding ourselves into a family. I'd always loved Danni as a sister when we had been younger. Our time together was giving me a new appreciation for her as an adult. While she cultivated a rough appearance, I was learning that underneath the piercings and tattoos was a woman who genuinely was concerned about me. I could also see from the looks she was giving me that she was aware of our growing closeness. A hand on mine here, brushing my hair away from my face there, a protective hand on my back. We weren't overtly flirting with each other, but there was a growing sexual tension between us. One night I asked her what it was like to make love to a woman. "Well, if you're looking for how it's different than sex with guys, I can't help you. I've never been with a guy. I can only tell you how it is for me. First, I love women. I love feminine women. I love the way you guys paint your toenails and do your hair. I love the lace underwear and bras. I think there's nothing hotter than a woman in a dress. I guess it sounds kind of goofy; I like sun dresses the most. When a woman is in a sun dress and gets back-lit by the sun, it's like déjà vu all over again. Most of all, I love the way women smell. As far as what it's like, I don't have a whole lot of experience. With some people it was OK, and with another it was better; with one person it was amazing. At least I thought it was amazing..." she trailed off. "Do you want to tell me about her?" I asked. "Not a whole lot to say I guess. Her name was Jan. When we met, I thought we just totally clicked! I was so into her, it wasn't even funny." Letting out a deep sigh, she continued. "I guess I was infatuated with her. She was smart and funny and nice. In appearance, she was a lot like you. Blonde hair and about your height, and I guess she had your eyes. Her eyes weren't just the same color, but the same shape too." "Anyhow, we had a bitchin' couple of weeks and then I found out she just wasn't that into me. Nothin' dramatic. She just quit calling. That was about a year ago. I haven't dated anyone since then. Probably scared her off I guess," she smiled ruefully. "What was it about her that made sex amazing?" An uncomfortable look flashed across her features. "I don't know. Maybe I was just at a needy spot, and anything would have been good." I knew she wasn't telling the whole truth, but I didn't want to press her. Besides, I had pretty good idea what the answer was. The next morning, I lazed around the house and painted my toenails. After that, Elise and I went to a department store and browsed around until I found a sun dress. It had a cute floral pattern, and the cut accentuated my long torso, and the line of it minimized the shape of my hips. Once dinner was ready, I changed into it, put my hair up and put on some lipstick. Danni was animated during dinner, and I could see the pleasure in her eyes. I'm pretty certain she figured out that I had dressed specifically to please her. After dinner, I nursed Elise. Since the sun dress wasn't really made for nursing, I slipped it over my shoulders and rolled it down exposing my breasts. When Danni saw me, her jaw just about hit the floor. It was so cute the way she was flustered. "Um. Danni?" "Yeah Kenzie?" "I think you're going to wear a hole in the table cloth," I giggled. Turning crimson, she wheeled away and stalked back into the kitchen. Finishing up the feeding, I put Elise into the stroller and grabbed Danni by her elbow. "C'mon! Let's go for a walk in the park. The sun's setting, and it's pretty." As we walked around the park, we enjoyed the evening. The temperature was just right and the air was like silk on my skin. The night was clear, and it seemed like all of the normal hustle and bustle had been reduced to a quiet buzz as we went around the lake. Ducks were swimming around, pausing to stick their heads under the water looking for treats. Sometimes, their butts would give a funny little waggle just before they went upright again. As we quietly walked, there was a lull in our conversation. My mind was kind of free associating and when I looked at Danni, the thought that popped into my head was how comfortable I was with her. I realized that when I was with her, I didn't have to try to act a certain way, and I didn't have to change myself to make her happy. It was a good feeling. That night, after I put Elise to bed, I went into Danni's room to give her a good night hug. "Thanks for going on the walk with me. I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your company. And I'm sorry I teased you earlier. You're my best friend." Stepping up, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a lingering hug. Perhaps too lingering. Yikes! In seconds, my nipples were erect. Stepping away, I smiled at her again. "Anyhow, thanks for a nice evening." As I turned away, she nervously started. "Kenzie?" "Yes Danni?" I responded, turning to face her. "My mother said she'd be OK watching Elise if you and I wanted to go out some time, and I was thinking we could maybe go out tomorrow night. I got some extra overtime last pay period, and I was hoping we could go out and maybe get some dinner," she said nervously. "You mean like a date?" I smiled. "Only if you're OK with it," she said nervously. "I'd like that," I said. Reaching forward, I gave her another hug and retreated to my room. As I lay in the bed, I thought about what I was doing. I really didn't want to hurt Danni. I knew that she had been terribly hurt by her last girlfriend and I didn't want to add to that. I knew that given our history, the pain I could inflict would be much worse. At the same time, I was starting to have genuine feelings for her. I treasured our time together, and the way she made me feel. When I threw in the fact that I'd never really gotten past the odd kiss and groping stage with a girl... I was a mess. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about what it would be like to be her lover. I thought about the extra closeness, and I thought about the pleasure of waking up with her. Eventually, I calmed down and drifted off to sleep. The next evening, after I fed Elise, we dropped her off at Danni's mom's house. From the way she was looking us over, I couldn't tell if she approved of the situation or not. I'd never asked Danni about her family's reaction to her coming out. Oh well, add it to the bottom of the list of worries. For the first part of our date, Danni drove us to an indoor pistol range. Once inside, she started giving me a basic class on handguns. "This is a Walther PPK semi-automatic pistol. It is .380 caliber weapon with a capacity of 7 rounds. Semi-automatic means that each time you pull the trigger, it will fire a round. A fully automatic weapon would fire rounds until you release the trigger. This button is the magazine release. When you press the button, the magazine, which is the part that holds the bullets, will be released. This lever is the safety. If the red dot is visible, then the safety is disengaged and the pistol will fire when you pull the trigger." "This pistol is a combination Double-Action/Single-Action. What that means is that the hammer does not have to be cocked to fire. When you pull the trigger, it will pull the hammer back and then release it. After the first round is fired, the hammer will be left in the cocked position. The important thing here is that if you fire in double-action, it's going to take a lot more pressure on the trigger to fire the weapon. When you fire in single-action mode, it will take a lot less." Next, she unloaded the magazine and walked me through putting bullets into the gun. The pistol range was divided into a series of booths, and over each booth was a little trolley hooked up to pulleys, kind of like a garage door opener. There was a switch mounted on the side of the booth that allowed you to move the trolley with the target on it back and forth. Danni fastened a large person outline kind of target to the trolley and ran it out to about 10 feet. "OK," she began, "to start out, I just want you to hold the pistol with both hands." Molding my hands, she showed me the proper grip. "Now, just point the pistol at the target, and squeeze the trigger four times. Remember to keep the pressure on the trigger nice and steady. Just squeeze until it goes off." With Danni standing close behind me, I slowly pulled the trigger four times. After each shot, a small hole appeared in the target. "Super job Kenzie! All four are in the black. Good job!" Flushing with pleasure at her words, I smiled back at her and nodded. "OK, now we're going to talk about the sights. This part," she said pointing to a little blade thing on the front, "is the front sight post. This part," she said pointing to the rear of the gun, "is the rear sight." She took another target and quickly sketched out a diagram on the back. "When you hold the pistol up and look at the sights. It should look like this. The clear tip of the front sight post should be centered from left-right in the rear sight, and the top of the front sight should be aligned with the top edge of the rear sight. When you aim, what you have to do is focus on the front sight post; that's what the clear tip part means. While you're focusing on the front sight, put it over the target. Then, adjust the weapon so that the front sight is lined up properly in the rear sight. It's tough to explain, but give it a try and you'll see how it works." Over the next hour, Danni continued teaching me how to fire the little pistol. Gradually, I started getting better, and in response, Danni kept moving the target further and further out until it was about 25 feet away. After we shot all of the bullets she brought, she pulled out another magazine and put it in the pistol and took it back from me. Finishing up, she pointed to the target and offered the final lesson. "When you're shooting at a person, aim at the center of mass, and keep firing until they go down. The real world ain't like TV. Unless you hit someone in the head or the spine, they can keep coming at you even if you hit them right in the heart." When we went out to her car, she asked me for my purse. "Put this in," she said handing me the pistol. "I want you to carry it everywhere with you. Carrying a concealed weapon without a permit is a misdemeanor in this state. If you are caught with it by the police, it's like getting a traffic ticket. You pay the fine, and go about your day. Don't flash it, and don't take it out unless you need to. If you need to go into the courthouse or the post office, take it out of your purse. Remember don't point it at somebody unless you're ready to shoot them." "Danni, I'm not sure I could shoot someone," I wailed. In response, I could see her starting to lose it, and then she calmed down. "Let me ask you a question Kenzie. Do you love your daughter?" she said sternly. Quickly I nodded. "Would you be able to shoot someone who wanted to hurt your daughter?" "Well, yes." "Well, it's just my opinion, but I think that making your daughter an orphan and forcing her to live with an abusive father would be harming your daughter don't you think?" she said grimly. "I see your point," I muttered. It turned out that my fears about having to shoot someone were unfounded. Sort of. For dinner, we went to a local tavern. After we had gotten settled in our booth, and the waiter had taken our orders, Danni pulled a gift-wrapped box out of the sack she had carried in. Handing it to me, she said "I wanted to get you a small gift to say how happy I am you're here." Opening the present, I found a cotton sleep shirt. It was grey with pink trim, and the cotton was so soft it was almost like flannel and while it wasn't overtly sexy, it was comfortable and feminine at the same time. "I know you're short a lot of things still from moving, and all." "Thank you Danni. It's a wonderful gift and it's so thoughtful. I love it." Reaching over the table, I squeezed her hand. Over dinner, and a couple of glasses of wine I started to relax and genuinely enjoy myself. The lighting was low, the food was good, and the company was great. I could tell Danni was trying her best to be witty and charming. Truthfully, she wasn't doing a great job, but then she didn't need to. It was flattering as hell that she was trying so hard. During a lull, I brought up her family. "What was your family's reaction when you told them you were gay?" "Well," Danni started, "my brothers were good. They had pretty much figured it out before I had. They thought it was the best thing they'd heard all week. Suggested we could go cruising for chicks together. My mother was pissed, and that hurt. We had a major fight about it, but over a couple of months, she got better with it and apologized to me. I guess my brothers probably jumped all over her. She's a little uncomfortable about it still. I think once I find someone serious she'll get better about it. I think another part of the problem is the grandkid thing. Once my brothers have kids I think I'll be totally off the hook." As the dinner progressed, I found myself entranced with her. A nude marching band could have gone and I wouldn't have noticed it. After dinner, we idly drove around chatting for a while when without warning, she pulled into a secluded spot with a view. With a start, I realized we were in the local lover's lane. "I bet you bring all the girls here!" I flirted. For a moment, she looked uncomfortable, and then I pulled her to me and started kissing. I was relaxed; sated from dinner, and mellowed from the two glasses of good Merlot. At the same time I was horny and intensely attracted to her. We were kissing and groping each other like a couple of horny teen-agers and I was half out of control. Her breath was hot and sweet, and she managed to find a nipple through the bra I was wearing and was using her short nails to trace around it. It felt so comforable to be in her arms. After a few minutes of rising heart rates and heavy breathing, I reluctantly detached from her. Smiling up at her I softly spoke "Not bad Smith! You're a great kisser!" "Thanks," she twinkled. "You're a pretty damn fine kisser yourself!" Snuggling up against her I enjoyed a few moments of contact and then I whispered: "We should probably go get Elise from your mother." Danni & Kenzie's Story Wordlessly, she started the car. I could see the disappointment in her face, but I thought things were moving fast and I needed to put a brake on them. When we got home, I fed Elise and then changed into the sleep shirt. Danni was sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper. Moving behind her, I pressed my lips into her neck, and behind her ear. At first she stiffened but after a few moments I felt the tension slip out of her. Soon, a contented sigh escaped from her lips. "Thank you so much for a wonderful evening. I had a terrific time." Squeezing her firmly, I gave her one more lingering kiss on her neck and then went to my room to go to bed. The next day was a Saturday. I was playing with Elise, and Danni was watching sports on TV. We were just chilling out when all of a sudden there was a booming crash at the door. "Open the fucking door Kenzie! I know you're in there! Open the door bitch before I kick it down!" Kurt had found me. Part II – Danni's Story "Kenzie! Take Elise. Go to the bathroom and lock the door! CALL 911! DO IT NOW!" I shouted. My heart was pounding and I could feel the adrenaline pushing through my veins. Kurt was still pounding on the door. I tore into my room, and got my Glock .40 caliber off the dresser. It felt like everything was moving in slow motion, but I was probably back in the hallway with my pistol in less than 10 seconds. Kenzie was just closing the door on the bathroom. Kurt was still screaming obscenities into the door and from the sound he was making, trying to kick the door down. Standing well away from the door, I started shouting at the top of my lungs. "WE'VE CALLED THE POLICE. DO NOT COME IN! I HAVE A GUN! IF YOU COME IN I WILL SHOOT! MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOOR. I HAVE A GUN! I'LL SHOOT IF YOU COME IN. WE'VE CALLED THE POLICE." When he finally kicked down in the door, he started advancing on me. In his right hand, he had a baseball bat. I could see in his eyes that he was whacked out. I've seen enough people on my runs to know when someone's totally out of control and he was the poster boy. Let's face it, anyone that would advance on someone holding a .40 Glock on them is just plain nuts. I shouted a final warning, but he just kept smiling and walking towards me slowly, waving the bat like a baton. Taking a deep breath, I shot him. BOOM! SHIT! I'd never fired the Glock without ear plugs in, and in the small apartment, the sound wave and concussion rattled me to the core. BOOM! BOOM! I fired twice more. When I fired the first shot, time seemed all of a sudden to compress. Where in the seconds before, everything had seemed to be nightmarishly slow, from the instant I pulled the trigger for the first time, to the final shot, everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye. One second he was advancing toward me with the bat, and then in the next second, he was face down on the floor. Slowly, I walked up to him and kicked the bat away. When there wasn't any sort of motion, I rolled him over. The front of his shirt was a mass of blood, and I could see three neatly spaced holes in the center of his chest. He was dead. Calmly, I set the gun on the counter. Going into Kenzie's room, I took the .380 out of her purse and put it in a drawer. "KENZIE! IT'S OVER. COME OUT." Slowly, she peeked around the door. "Is he?" "He's dead. Come on. We have to get outside. Come with me." Slowly, I led her out of the apartment and onto the step. Motioning towards the concrete, I had her sit down. In the distance, I could hear sirens approaching. "Are you still on the phone with 911?" Quickly, she nodded. "Good. Just stay on the phone with them. Tell them we're sitting outside on the steps and we're not armed." Nodding again, she relayed the information to the 911 operator. Without warning, I started shaking. The adrenaline rush was over, leaving me feeling weak and strung out. A torrent of feelings rushed over me. I was proud that I'd maintained control and eliminated the threat. At the same time, I was worried about the consequences. I could just imagine the headlines screaming "LESBIAN LOVE TRIANGLE SHOOTOUT!" That wasn't going to be a real career booster. I was also worried about Kenzie. I've seen women attack cops for arresting the man that beat them up. I'd just killed her husband and even a level-headed girl like Kenzie could come unglued from seeing a corpse. From the one-sided conversation I heard, it sounded like the 911 operator was doing a good job of keeping her occupied until the police showed up. Time seemed to have finally resumed its normal flow and within a couple of minutes the uniforms arrived. Waving weakly, I said hi to the guys. Throwing a thumb over my shoulder, I pointed to the interior of the apartment. "He's in there." Three of the uniforms went into the apartment, and one stayed out on the steps with Kenzie and me. In a minute, two of them came back out. One reached for the microphone on his shoulder. "Dispatch, notify homicide we've got a possible 187." Looking up, I saw who it was. Bill Riley. I'd met Bill on a few runs. He was a stand-up guy, with a wife and a family. "Can you tell me what happened here?" Bill asked. "I'm sorry he was killed. I'd like to consult with an attorney before making a statement." I was following the drill. The cop who'd taught my concealed carry pistol class had made it plain. "Cops want to solve crimes. They're not your friends. If you're involved in a shooting, tell them you're sorry the person was shot, ask for a lawyer, AND THEN SHUT UP!" Sergeant Riley, gave me a pained smile, and then asked me to stand up. Once I was up, he motioned for me to face away, and then cuffed and searched me. "Danni Smith, you are under arrest for suspicion of murder. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense. Do you understand these rights?" Bleakly, I nodded my head yes. Looking back at Kenzie, I could see the stunned look of disbelief on her face. "What are you doing? He was coming to kill me! Why are you arresting her?" she sobbed. "Kenzie, Kenzie! It's going to be OK. Just tell them what happened. It's going to be OK. I'll be back tomorrow probably. Call my mom. Stay with her until I get back." Leading me back to the trunk of his car, he opened a box and pulled out a gunshot residue test kit and swabbed my cuffed hands. Then, placing me in the back of his car he took the kit and left it with the other officers. As he drove me down to the station, he looked me over. "Do you have an attorney Smith?" Mutely, I shook my head. "Get Dennis DiSilvio. His dad was a cop, and he takes cop cases for free. He'll probably take yours for free too, or give you a good discount. You're not going to need much. No way this is going to trial." "Thanks Bill," I murmured. We rode the rest of the way downtown in silence. Sergeant Riley took me into the interrogation room in homicide and uncuffed me. "You want anything? Coffee? Water? Something to eat?" he asked. "Water, and maybe something to eat." In a few minutes, he was back with a bottle of water and some birthday cake. "Walter Morris' birthday," he grinned. Leave some of the frosting so Walter can see you ate his cake during the interview." While I ate the cake, Bill Reilly left me locked in the room, and called Dennis DiSilvio. An hour later, DiSilvio walked into the room. The attorney was a dapper, well tanned man about 50 years old. He had that groomed look that said money. His after shave was subtle, but expensive smelling; He was wearing a golf-shirt, funny little beanie hat and a golf glove. "Well, Annie Oakley, I understand you put three in the X-ring this morning. Want to tell me about it?" he said calmly. Quickly, I told him about Kenzie showing up on my doorstep with her daughter. I told him about the allegations of abuse that she had made. Then, I walked him through the shooting step by step. Under his gentle probing, I remembered the details. He asked me several specific questions about the warnings that I gave. Finally, he looked me over and said, "That's excellent Ms. Smith. Now, I need to know if you're involved in a romantic relationship with the victim's wife." Glumly, I nodded. "Have you ever had any contact with the deceased?" "No." "Did you do anything in any way to antagonize the deceased or lure him into your apartment?" he continued. "No, he just showed up and started kicking the door down. He was whacked. I bet when they do an autopsy, they're going to find he was either drunk or on coke," I said. "Did the deceased's wife have any contact with him or in any way lure him into the situation?" "Not that I know of. I don't think she had any direct contact with him after she left him." "OK, let's get Morris in here. There's nothing here to worry about. Under this state's deadly force law, you can use deadly force to defend yourself and others from intruders if there's a threat of violence. Morris is probably going to push a little harder because of your relationship with the deceased's wife, but there's nothing there. So, what I want you to do is stay calm. Don't let Morris rattle you, and just tell him what you've told me." Standing up, he knocked on the door, and the officer standing outside let him out. In a few minutes, he returned with the homicide detective, Walter Morris. I'd never formally met him, but I'd seen him at a few crime scenes. He'd always struck me as an officious little prick. "OK," he began, "let's start with the shooting. Walk me through it." I recounted the story again while he took notes. Like DiSilvio, he focused on the warnings. "Well, that seems clear enough. Now, I'd like to tell me about how the victim's wife came to be staying with you." Right away, I noticed his body language. He moved slightly forward on his chair, and looked up from his notes. He was intently watching my face, searching for any hints of a lie. Again, I led him through her appearance on my doorstep and told him what I knew of her relationship with her husband and her pending divorce. As predicted, Morris zeroed in on the relationship between Kenzie and me. It wasn't real comfortable. I've never tried to hide my sexuality from my co-workers, but given the circumstances I think anyone would have been sort of freaked. After about an hour of prodding and poking, he looked at me and said: "What would you say if I told you that your girlfriend had confessed to luring her husband so that you would kill him?" DiSilvio sat up angrily. "This interview is over!" he thundered. "No, I'll answer that", I replied. I could feel the fury building in me. "What I would say is that I know that police are allowed to lie to suspects in an interrogation and that's what you're doing now! NOW, I think this interview is over!" Morris looked embarrassed. "I have something I'd like you to hear," he said quietly. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a recorder and set it on the table. Through the tinny little speaker I heard the 911 call Kenzie made. I heard her hysterically telling the operator that her husband was coming to kill her. I heard the booming crunch of Kurt's foot against the door, and I heard my loud voice shouting warnings over and over. Then, I heard the thundering crash of the door breaking in, my final warning, and the three shots. Reaching over, he turned off the recorder. "Given the information available to me from the crime scene investigation, the other witness statements, the 911 recordings, and your statements I believe your shooting of the deceased was a justifiable homicide. The District Attorney of course will be making the final decision. We'll be keeping the pistol you used for a couple of days to complete ballistics tests but it will be returned to you as quickly as possible. Do you have any questions?" he concluded "No, but you might want to talk to the police in Seattle." I explained about Kenzie's description of Kurt's behavior. I repeated what she had told me about how his demeanor became more and more strained and then was inexplicably relieved. I then told him about the driver's licenses she had found along with jewelry in the safe and told him my trophy theory. "You might want to check with Seattle and see if there are any unsolved rapes or rape/homicides. I'm guessing Kenzie would be willing to grant the police consent to search the apartment for evidence." "Thanks for the information," he said skeptically. "I'll contact Seattle and let them know of your suspicions." When Detective Morris left, DiSilvio stood up. "I won't be billing you for this," he said. "Thanks. I appreciate that." I managed a weak smile. "So, it's over?" "Almost," he smiled. "You handled the situation beautifully, and you kept your cool during interrogation. You also picked up on the husband's behavior and drew some pretty solid conclusions from it. Good job! If you show any hint of post traumatic stress disorder I want you to get a psych consult from the city. Riley tells me you're going to be a cop. I think you're going to make a damn fine one and I don't want this to screw that up for you. OK?" "Thanks again," I said blushing. Slowly I made my way out of homicide, and down to the street. I phoned my mother, gave her an update on things and asked for a ride. When mom showed up, she had Kenzie and Elise in the van with her. I could see the concern and worry in Kenzie's face as she ran up to me. "It's OK. Let's get in the car and I'll tell you all about it." On the ride back to mom's I told them about the interrogation and also about my suspicions of Kurt. Kenzie was dumbfounded. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Now I know why you freaked out about him. Holy crap!" "I've got some more bad news for you babe. You're Kurt's next of kin. Once the autopsy is completed, you're going to have to make the funeral arrangements. Once you get a death certificate you need to file for Social Security death benefit for Elise. You're also going to have to go back to Seattle and settle his estate. Make the final payments for any bills, handle any vehicles, all that stuff." When we got to my mother's, I phoned the management company for the apartment to get the door fixed. Told them the carpet was probably a loss. Kenzie phoned a funeral home and got things lined up. We spent the rest of the day, listlessly hanging around my mom's and not saying much. On Tuesday, the coroner released Kurt's body, and on Wednesday Kenzie and Elise flew back to Seattle with his cremated remains. On Friday, Detective Morris showed up at the station while I was working. "I just got off the phone with Seattle homicide. They searched Kurt's condo and found the licenses Kenzie told you about. They belonged to rape/homicide victims killed over the last 12 months in Seattle and the surrounding area. They're running his DNA now to compare it to evidence found at two of the scenes. Seattle was already looking at him. Turns out they got an anonymous tip a month or so ago. Was that you?" I nodded yes. "I thought so. Also, the district attorney has formally decided that no charges are going to be brought against you, so it's officially over," he said. "That's good," I said guardedly. "Listen, I know I was rough on you during the interview. It's my job, and there's nothing personal. Sergeant Riley has told me you're going to apply for the force soon. I want you to know that I think you're going to make a good cop and I would be personally pleased to see you join the force. You handled the shooting superbly and your intuition about Kurt's other crimes was spot on. I'm absolutely convinced that if you hadn't been present he would have beaten your friend and her baby to death. You're probably going to have some hard times over this but I want you to hang on to that fact. OK?" Smiling he reached out and shook my hand, and then turned and left. Damn. That wasn't so bad. No charges. No "LESBIAN LOVE TRIANGLE SHOOTING!" headlines. Unfortunately, no Kenzie either. I managed to keep an upbeat attitude for the rest of the day; until I got home anyhow. Things weren't the same with Kenzie and Elise gone. I'd grown accustomed to their presence and the absence was like a hole in my heart. I missed the conversation, and watching the tender way she had cared for her daughter. I also missed the way she'd listen to me talk about my day. I hadn't realized how much her support had built me up. I could see now that she genuinely admired me and that admiration was changing me. In the month since she'd been back, my usual bitchy self had taken a break, and I'd been smiling a lot more. I was treating patients like people again, and not like injuries. I hoped her admiration for me would be enough to bring her back but I didn't think so. I had eliminated the threat in Seattle so it was safe now. Kenzie had left me once already and that had been terrible for me. In our senior year, I thought we were starting to click when she moved away. Maybe I had mis-read things, or maybe I had been trying to push things along too fast. Damn it! Just when things were starting to go well, I had to go and shoot her husband! Shit! I didn't tell Kenzie but the reason I totally crushed on Jan was because of the way she reminded me of her. I realized I hadn't been fair to Jan. The real problem with us had been that I was still into Kenzie and I hadn't been into Jan. I'd have to find Jan some day and apologize. I was mid-way through my third beer, soaking in my own little pity party when the phone rang. Probably my mother I thought. What the hell, say hello to mommy. "Hello?" "Hi sweetie it's me," she gushed. Man, her voice had become a switch for me. A simple hello and I was lit up and buzzing. "Hey Kenzie, how's it going?" "Well, things are kind of a mess here. The Seattle cops were here, and searched the place. I got the feeling they were trying to be nice, but everything is strewn around. They found the licenses I told you about. Oh, Danni, it's so awful. He killed those four women. I feel so bad for their families." There wasn't a lot I could say. Pointing out he wouldn't be doing it again was probably a bad idea, so I tried to make affirming noises. I should take a class. Butch 101: How to be Supportive and Affirming. "Anyhow, Kurt's parents came by today. They took his remains to put in the family crypt. They were actually very nice, and they loved Elise," she continued. "I told them that they could come and visit us any time they wanted." "You're coming back?" I asked. "Of course I'm coming back. That's where you are silly! Unless you want to move here?" "No, no, here is fine," I said thickly. "I'm coming back because I love you and I want to be with you. You're just the coolest person I know. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You'd see someone wonderful!" "Well, thanks. I – I don't know what to say," I mumbled. "You're supposed to tell me that you love me too," she giggled. "Oh baby, I love you. I've missed you so much since you've been gone. I thought I'd lose you again," I moaned. "I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me now," she whispered. During the rest of the call, she talked about the things she had to do before returning and told me that she would be back in two weeks. "And I'll call every day. If it's OK," she trailed off. "Of course it's OK. I love talking to you." The next two weeks were a dream. Buoyed by the knowledge she was coming back, and the daily calls, they just flew by. The guys at the station started making jokes about dykes in love, but I just smiled and ignored them. Danni & Kenzie's Story The day Kenzie returned from Seattle, I went out to meet her. I was so glad she was back; I guess I was still surprised by the emotions. When I saw her coming up the escalator, she literally took my breath away. She was wearing designer jeans, with a low-cut peasant blouse that showed off her ample chest. Her feet had a really nice pair of strappy sandals that made her petite frame look taller and even more slender. She had cut her hair. The stylist obviously knew what he was doing and had done a beautiful job of using her jet black hair to frame her heart shaped face. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a deep cherry red and the big toes had gold detail work. She looked good. Real good. I remember looking at her and thinking to myself: "You've got it bad Smith..." When she saw me, she ran up, placed Elise on the floor and gave me a big hug. Her face was shining and when I saw the love in her eyes, it made my heart melt. Damn! Gruff dyke turns into gooey blob. Shit! It was - without question - one of the best moments of my life. "Hi baby! How are you? I'm so glad to see you," she said huskily. "Let's get my bag and get out of here." Handing me her carry-on bag, she picked up Elise and grabbed my free hand. "Come on, let's go!" In a gooey, blobbish kind of daze I let myself be pulled along. While we waited for her bag to appear, we talked about Elise, and how the flight went. Eventually, her bag thudded onto the carousel and I picked it up and we made our way to my car. Once we had Elise in the car, and the bags in the trunk, Kenzie surprised me again. Pushing me against the car, she leaned up and started kissing me. I mean REALLY kissing me. I could smell the scent of arousal coming up as I soaked my jeans. I was glad the garage was dark. "Damn I've missed you Smith!" she breathed. I was putty in her hands, and I was enjoying the hell out of it. After another kiss, she took the keys out of my hands, got me into the passenger seat and then started the drive back into town. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I sat, enjoying the sound of her voice. "I've already talked to your mother, and she's agreed to watch Elise again while we go out," she said. "Out?" I queried. "Out, you know, like a couple going out. We're going out. I thought we could go to the Town Tavern again. Unless there's someplace else you'd like to go?" "No, that's fine," I said. Smiling dumbly, I looked at her kind of embarrassed and said: "What did you want to do after dinner?" "A lot more than we did last time. Does that sound OK?" she grinned. "Sounds like a winning plan to me." I grinned. My mom's earlier coolness towards Kenzie seemed to have thawed, and she smiled when she saw us. After saying hello, we got Elise settled in. At two months old, she was still pretty much in the eat/sleep/excrete stage of life. On the way out, Kenzie gave my mother a hug. As they pulled apart, I could see Kenzie nodding her head. They seemed to be conspiring about something, but all I could pick up was Kenzie saying: "Don't worry about that. She's safe." On the way out to the car, I asked Kenzie about the conversation. All I got out of her was "Hmmmm, ask me again in the morning. At the tavern it seemed to be my turn to loosen up. Kenzie was so animated it was kind of like watching a top spin around. After thinking about it, I decided that she must be nervous. I noticed the waiter was surreptitiously looking down her shirt while he as taking our order. It was kind of annoying and kind of funny at the same time. I decided that if I had been taking the order, I would have been sneaking looks too. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we got our drinks, our dinner orders placed, and the waiter brought our salads and some bread. As we ate, the conversation drifted around, and eventually we ended up talking about the future. "Well, my late husband, God I love the sound of that! My late husband was actually fairly well off. Not rich, but I've got enough to buy a small house, and pay for college and living expenses while I go to school. Once I get my Bachelor's degree, I'm going to go to law school," she said. "Whoa, that's a pretty big plan! What kind of law are you going to practice?" I asked. "I'm not sure. I think I want to do something like victim's rights, or maybe child advocacy. I've gotten kind of an appreciation for what it's like to be in that situation. Anyhow, I'm going to have a lot to do with what's left of this summer. I'm just so excited. I wanted to go to college after high school, but that didn't work out. I can't wait for classes to start," she gushed. "Just wait till you're taking English comp. again. You'll be wishing you could be anywhere else," I said sadistically. "Oh, it won't be that bad. I'm sure if I'm stuck for a story idea, you can help me out." While we ate our entrées, we started talking about the day of the shooting. "I'm so glad you were there to protect me," she started. "He really would've killed me if you hadn't been there. You said you would protect me and you did. Thank you." As she said this she reached over the table and squeezed my hand. Blushing slightly, I continued to work on my steak. "You know, in another half-hour, I would have had your pants off and been in your bed." Snorting, I almost choked on a piece of broccoli. Taking a quick sip of water, I looked over at her. A delicate grin was on her face. Not exactly a look of amusement, but more the look someone gives you when you've done something intolerably cute. "I was trying to get Elise to take a nap when everything happened. I'd already figured out that I'd made a mistake the night before... I seem to make mistakes around you. It was a mistake to leave you before. I knew when we were in school that I loved you. I wasn't sure what it would mean, so I left with my family. I'm so sorry." "What's important is where we are now," I said softly. Reaching across the table, I delicately caught the tear that was starting to run down her face and I smiled at her. Grinning weakly, Kenzie nodded her head. "That's what I told your mother. She's afraid I'm going to break your heart again. I told her that wasn't going to happen." As she said this, she reached across the table and squeezed my hand. Suddenly, I felt a foot running along the inside of my calf. Her toes delicately caressed my leg, starting at the knee, and moving down deliciously, slowly to my ankle. "You know, I totally adore you. Not just for protecting me and giving me a place to stay, but because of the way you make me feel. You make me feel important and smart, and sexy. You're so considerate. I wore the nightshirt every night while I was gone," she sighed. "That reminds me," she went on. "I've got a present for you. Before I give it to you, I have to warn you. Really, don't open it all the way; just kind of peek into the box." She had kind of a wicked grin on her face as she handed me the gift. The box was held closed with a satin ribbon. Carefully opening it, I peeked inside. I almost fell out of the booth. Inside the box was a strap-on dildo complete with harness. "I hope you don't mind it's slightly used," she grinned. "After I bought it, I just couldn't contain myself." "You're killing me here," I said. "If I use this on you here in the restaurant, they won't ever let us come back," I deadpanned. "Does that mean you don't want to stay for dessert," she flirted. "I think I've got something I'd rather eat than pastry." "Oh, and I thought you might want to drink your desert," she said looking down. Bringer her arms together and holding them out in front of her as though stretching, she compressed her breasts, bringing the already generous globes up, and almost out of the blouse. It was quite a display, and more than a few people in the room noticed. I'd spent a month watching her nurse Elise, and I had fantasized about drinking her milk. I'll admit I fingered myself to sleep on more than a few nights thinking about it. When Kenzie had been gone, I had several dreams of her nursing Elise. The thought that I would have those glorious nipples in my mouth that night put goose-bumps down my arms. The sexual tension had built up in me to the point where I felt like a bomb. Starting with the kiss in the airport, her constant flirting, the flash of cleavage, not to mention the present. I was almost in a state of frenzy. "Ya know," I began, "if you get me any hotter, I'm going to spontaneously combust right here." "We can't have that. If there's any combustion happening, it's going to be together." Flagging down the waiter, she got the bill settled and we stood up. Grabbing Kenzie's hand, I led her out to my car. Moving to the passenger side, I opened the door and helped her in. When I got into the car, I noticed that the top three buttons on her blouse were undone. Looking at her chest, I chuckled and said: "I could have helped you with that!" Her face flushed red momentarily. Then, bending over to her side, I slid one hand into her bra and cupped her breast. Bringing my face down, I started planting warm kisses over her neck, her collar bones, and finally the tops of her breast. Her smell was a familiar one. She was wearing baby powder. God I loved women wearing baby powder. It's my favorite smell in the world; it just grabs me at some unknowable level and melts my heart. In seconds, both of us were panting heavily. When she couldn't take it any longer, Kenzie pulled my face to hers and started chewing on my lips. Then, pushing me away she said. "Take me home and fuck me." "Yes Ma'am!" I responded. Starting the car up, I drove back to my apartment. I grabbed the present and her bag from the trunk and we went inside. Once we were inside, she once again took control and led me into my bed room. Again, we kissed for a few heated minutes. "Damn Smith! You are just incredible!" Turning her back on me, she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. In seconds, my clothes were kicked into a pile in the far corner of the bedroom. I opened the gift box containing the strap-on and took it out. It was a beauty, about 8 ½ inches. The head was slightly bulbous and my hand could barely encircle the base. The harness was very nice. It was made out of supple leather that had been dyed red. Trying it on, I adjusted the straps and found that it rode low, with the base of the dildo neatly landing on my clit. This was going to be killer! Taking the harness off, but leaving it handy, I pulled back the covers and climbed into bed. In a few minutes, the bathroom door opened and Kenzie entered the room. She was gorgeous. She had removed all of her clothes but her panties. Her large breasts were still erect, but very full. They swayed pendulously as she walked across the room. I could see that she had touched up her hair and makeup. I've been with a few women, but none matched her for sheer erotic presence. Climbing into the bed, she snuggled up against me and placed my hand on her breast. "I've wanted this for so long," she sighed. Then turning towards me, she started kissing me again. Her need was demanding and insistent. Her tongue dueled against mine as she pressed her full lips into me. The sweetness of her breath was mingled with the earthy overtones from the wine we had at dinner. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest, and I could feel her twine her legs into mine, pulling me tightly into her. We held this position, for I don't know how long. While we kissed, I used my free hand to knead her magnificent breasts. After a few minutes of caressing her wonderful chest, I felt a trickle of moisture run down my hand. "I'm afraid I really do need you to nurse from me," she said. "My breasts are full, and I don't have Elise here, and I don't have a pump," she explained. "God, I've wanted to do this since you first came back!" Gently, I laid her back and then brought my lips to her flesh. The nipple was a dusky brown and fully three inches in diameter. I had never seen anything like them. I gave the nipple a tentative lick, earning a stifled gasp in response. Lowering my face, I brought the whole nipple into my mouth and started sucking. I was immediately rewarded with a spurt of her milk. The taste was warm and sweet. Even more amazing was the intimacy of what we were doing. Without thinking of what I was doing, I started caressing her body with my free hand. At the same time, I found myself clenching and unclenching my thighs. We were in heaven. In the dim light of the room, I could see Kenzie's head thrown back in pleasure. Small cooing sounds were coming from her lips. As I continued my explorations with my free hand, I slid my fingers into her panties. Immediately, she arched her back and gave a low moan. Then, in a blink she slipped off the panties and threw them down, giving me unfettered access to her womanhood. While I nursed, I teased open the lips of her pussy and gently inserted a finger into her. Slowly, I worked it in and out of her. Her juices glistened on my finger and filled the room with their heady aroma. As I fingered, her hips started slowly bucking in response. In my concentration, I hadn't noticed that I wasn't getting milk from her breast any more. Gently, she grabbed the hair at the nape of my neck, and then moved my face to her other breast. Again I was rewarded with a fresh burst of milk. Now, as I nursed from her, she started speaking to me. "I love you Danni. I love you so much. Drink my milk. Oh, yeah. That's it. Ummmmm...." she groaned. As her excitement rose, I brought my finger up and started massaging her clit. In seconds, she was arching her back, her sweet face contorted in pleasure. "Oh, oh, oh! Yes! Yes. That's it. Th.. There" she gasped. "Oh Danni! Oh! Oh, I'm cumming." Her body slid around the sheets, convulsing and writhing in pleasure. Quickly, I moved my head from her breast to her mouth and started kissing her fiercely. My own orgasm was building and soon I was cumming with her. Reluctantly, I left her breasts, and moved my head between her legs. I took her clit between my lips and started massaging it with my tongue. While I was doing this, I slid first one, then two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. As I felt her orgasm approach, I slowed down my fingers, prolonging her agony, and then after she came, I slowly resumed fingering her while sucking on her clit until she was on the edge again. In no time, she had come three times. When I lifted my head up to look at her, she was a million miles from reality. She looked like she was trying to reconnect her mind to the rest of her body. Getting up, I put the dildo and harness on and slid back into bed next to her. Bringing my face to hers, I started kissing her throat and face. Surprised, she reached up and pulled my lips to her. This only lasted for a minute before she turned her face away. "Please baby..." she moaned. "Please what?" "Please baby, please fuck me," she cried. Moving between her legs I put the dildo at the entrance to her cunt. Slowly, I worked its girth in and out of her until it was totally embedded. Delicately, slowly, I withdrew it, and then inched it back into her. With each tender stroke, her excitement level went up. I could feel her urging me to go faster, but I kept the slow pace, determined to stretch her pleasure out. On each stroke, she made little fuck me sounds of pleasure, and I could feel the dildo pressing against my clit. I savored the slowly building orgasm I was approaching. It felt like everything was in a whirlwind. I could feel Kenzie's pleasure building. At the same time, I felt my own peak coming. Mixed in with everything was the joy of having her. I had dreamt of this time for so long, and it was unlike any fantasy of her I had ever had. The wonder I felt was greater than anything I had ever imagined possible. My breathing was coming in short rasps. I was feeling electric jolts feeding up from my sex, and it was becoming hard for me to maintain my rhythm. Without warning, Kenzie's body started convulsing as her orgasm swept over her. Her eyes were partially rolled back into her head and her body was rigid and quaking. She reached up and grabbed my head by the nape of my neck and commandingly pulled my face down to hers mashing her sweet lips against mine. I'd never felt someone pouring so much of themselves into a kiss before. At the same time, I started fucking her more quickly. My skin was on fire, I felt my hard nipples poking in her soft breasts. Her hands were pressed into my lower back, pulling me into her. In between the gasps and kisses, she called out my name. "Oh, Danni, I love you," she wailed. At that moment, I started cumming. I'd never felt anything like it. The intensity stunned me. I felt like I was being turned inside out. I could feel my pussy spasming around nothingness. Stunned by the pleasure, I stopped moving in and out of her. I held my body over hers, while she wrapped her arms around me, holding me in a tight embrace. I could feel the heat of her skin, and the pleasure of her embrace. Little tremors raced through her body as our breathing returned to normal. I don't know how long we were there, but I felt a cramp building in my calf. Slowly, I disengaged myself from her. Removing the harness, I slid back next to her. Like a vine, she entwined herself around me and placed her head on my breasts. After a moment, she broke the silence. "I can only see one problem with this," she whispered, "If it were any better, I think you'd kill me." "You'll just have to adapt baby, because I'm sure it's going to get better." Slowly we drifted off to sleep. In the morning I was awakened by her hot breath caressing the curve of my ass. Without any more warning, her tongue was snaking its way deep into my pussy. After a few minutes of delicious agony, my bladder clamored for attention and I stopped her. "Hold that thought, I've got to pee." Quickly, I went to the bathroom and returned. What I saw on my return surprised me. She was stepping into the strap-on harness, and adjusting the straps. "Sweetie, I don't think," I said nervously. I had never had a woman fuck me with a strap-on The reversal in roles was making me uncomfortable, but at the same time I remembered my orgasm from the night before, and how much I had wished at the time that there had been something large thrusting in and out of my cunt. "Sssh," she said, "I want you to feel this." Gently shoving me back into the bed, she pushed her face between my legs. Starting from the bottom, she moved her tongue up, flicking it up under the hood, and brushing against my clit. After a few minutes, she varied the routine, tonguing my ass vigorously and then stroking upwards. In no time, I could feel my body trembling as an orgasm rocked me. When I recovered enough to look up, I saw a devilish smirk on her face, and she was positioning the dildo at the entrance to my cunt. "Go slow," I said. "Oh, don't worry. I'm going to go very slow. I had a great teacher." Slowly, excruciatingly, she worked it in and out of me until I could the head of the dildo pressing against my cervix. Gently, she bucked her hips, hardly moving it and out, but delivering a steady, throbbing massage against my clit. I felt like I was being split in two as the thick base of the dildo stretched my cunt open. I opened my eyes, and was transfixed by what I saw. Our lovemaking the night before had been about emotion and connection. The woman fucking me now was the most raw, sexual creature as I had ever seen. It was like watching a porn movie on steroids. She was the most beautiful, exciting, and sexually excited thing I'd ever seen. Soon, she started thrusting the whole length of her cock in and out of me. It took her a few minutes to develop a rhythm, but pretty soon she was solidly in the groove. I'd never experienced anything like it. My skin was on fire, and I was desperately thrusting my hips upwards to meet her thrusts, trying to get as much of the dildo inside myself as I could. Danni & Kenzie's Story Surprising myself, I started shouting to her. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard. Fuck me with your cock. Don't stop! That's it. Fuck me baby. Oh, oh shit! Fuck! Fuck me!" Reaching up I grabbed her nipples and started pulling on them. I was rewarded with hot wet streams of milk spraying on me, and running over my skin. I lifted my fingers to my mouth, savoring her milky sweetness, and then returned them to her breasts, trying to direct the jets of milk into my mouth. Meanwhile, she kept pounding me with the dildo. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" As my orgasm washed over me, I could feel my cunt spasming around her cock, trying to keep it in, feeling the slipperiness and the steady pulsing as it moved in and through me. Finally I could take no more; I clamped my legs around her and drew her down to me, kissing her mouth. As we kissed, she continued to delicately thrust the monster cock in and out of my hot wet pussy. "Shit! Now I'm the one that can't take it if it got any better." "You'll just have to adapt," she smiled. Untangling herself, she removed the dildo harness from her waist. Reaching down, I moved to lap once more at her delicious cunt. "No baby. I need you to fuck me." Quickly, I slipped back into the harness. While I was doing this, I saw her flip over and raise herself on her knees, putting her delicious ass into the air. While she was waiting for me, she started rubbing her clit and moaning. Then, as I watched transfixed, she worked two fingers into her cunt for a minute, and once they were moistened, she began working them in and out of her ass. Taking the hint, I got some lubricant out of the dresser and started rubbing it on the cock. Have I mentioned how amazing her ass is? God, it's like a perfect white heart. It was unblemished, but full and round. The cleft between her cheeks was deep and full, while her sweet wet pussy swollen with excitement, her liquid center was a deep pink hue. I thought about taking a picture with my phone, but realized that I would want to get myself off every time I thought of it. Moving towards her, I brought my face to her beautiful ass and started laying down broad strokes with my tongue, starting at her clit and then licking upwards to her pink rosebud. On each stroke, Kenzie gave off a deeply satisfied sigh. "oooh baby, that feels so good..." she moaned. Encouraged, I focused my attention on her tight orifice rapidly working my tongue in and of her hot hole while stroking her clit with my fingers. When I felt she was close to coming, I moved and positioned the dildo at her opening. As I worked to slowly press the tip of the fake cock in her ass, she impatiently thrust herself backwards, skewering herself on its thick girth. At first, she let out a sharp yelp. Then, after a few seconds this was replaced by a satisfied groan. Soon, she was working herself back and forth, impaling herself on the cock. I thought I'd seen a sexual creature before. She was totally beyond what I had seen earlier. Her back had taken on an arch, and a sweat had broken out on her back. She was flinging her head with each thrust, creating a beautiful halo effect with her hair. Throughout the whole time, she kept moaning and urging me to ass fuck her. "Yeah baby. Fuck my ass. Fuck me." The cock was now sliding fully in and of her on each stroke. When it was fully inserted, the thick base stretched her ass fully. "That's it baby fuck my ass! Fuck me hard. Fuck your girl! Fuck me!" As I continued to fuck her, she moved her hands to her clit and started rubbing it furiously. "Oooh fuuuuuuck" she cried, and her whole body flushed as her orgasm shook her. In a few seconds, I was cumming with her, slapping her ass with one hand while I used the other hand to pull her back as my hips bucked furiously against her. As we finished cumming, I reached forward and grabbing both breasts in my hands, brought her up to sitting position while the dildo remained buried in her ass. My nipples were rock hard as they pressed into her back. Turning her head, she kissed me hungrily forcing her tongue into my mouth while rocking gently against me. I had another small orgasm right then and there. After a few minutes, she moved forward, removing the cock from her ass. "Lay on your back," she commanded. As I lay on my back she straddled me and then slipped the strap-on back into her ass. Then, leaning forward, she brought her breasts to my face. Greedily, I sucked her swollen nipple into my mouth. Soon her hot milk was again streaming down my throat. As I nursed from her, I felt her hand going between us and soon she was stroking her clit again. When I felt the milk slow down and cease, I turned my attentions to her other breast. All the while, her hips gently rocked as she thrust her ass up and down and the cock. After a few more minutes, her second breast was empty. As she moved her ass up and down on the thick dildo, she managed finally to coax out one more small orgasm. Afterwards, she lifted herself off me, and removed the dildo and harness. Then, she once more ate my pussy until I came again. The room reeked of sex and breast milk. Hell, I think the whole damn apartment complex must have reeked of sex and breast milk. I thought about how loud we'd been and thought it was going to be a while before I'd be able to look any of my neighbors in the face. "C'mon baby. We've got to get up and take a shower. I told your mom we'd be over by 8 to pick up Elise." "We're just taking a shower right?" I asked. I don't think I can take any more." "I promise," she laughed, "cross my heart," she said making the motions with her hands. "C'mon, let me clean you up." After adjusting the temperature, she led me into the shower. Slowly, and gently she bathed me, scrubbing my back and deliciously sliding her hand up and down the cheeks of my ass. Turning me around, she soaped my breasts and stomach. I had never felt so cared for and loved in my life. I could feel my heart swelling as her hands moved over me; tears of bliss were building in my eyes as she focused her attention on me. While the warm spray beat down on us, she pushed me against the shower wall and started kissing me again. Her kiss was hot, sensuous and demanding, and the feel of her hot skin pressed against mine was starting to make my core liquid with excitement again. "I love you Danni, God, I love you. We're going to be so happy together." What could I do? Once more I melted into her arms and kissed back the woman I loved. Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed this story, please vote for it or leave feedback. If you didn't leave feedback too. I'm always interested in what people have to say. I'd like to thank ArthurianMorgaine for editing this story. Any remaining errors are mine.