0 comments/ 57931 views/ 54 favorites The Prosecuting Attorney By: DAB32697 ***Author’s Note*** This is the first part of a love story. How many parts it will be depends on what you all think! ************* Ten years ago, I was the defendant yet again. I had no doubt in my mind that that tag was going to be engraved on my tombstone: "Here lies the perpetual defendant HAILEY MARIE GONZALES - May she rest in peace and time served." And based on my condition that last time, I figured that my ass was going to be planted under a tombstone very soon. I was twenty years old and now facing the Judge for the seventh time in four years. This time it was really serious. Not only had I violated my probation yet again, but I was also driving while intoxicated on a revoked drivers' license and crashed head-on into a convenience store; just after I had robbed it. It was only by the grace of God that nobody was hurt, but now I was looking at doing some really serious time in the state pen. I weighed a meager ninety-six pounds soaking wet, my arms were all tracked up and my once light almond skin was now jaundice. I shook like a leaf, I had completely shaved off my one time long and shiny jet black hair; and just about any place that could be on my now very frail 5'5 frame was pierced and had some sort of metal stud or ring dangling out of it. Yep, I was a true to form Anglo-Mexican alcoholic-junkie; and a lesbian to boot. After getting me off the previous six times with a slap on the wrist, community service and probation, the attorney that my parents had hired refused to defend me again. So here I sat in the court room of the same cantankerous old Judge with a green attorney from the Public Defenders Office who was at the most four years older than me. But as I sat beside my baby-faced attorney at the defendants' desk in the cold court room, I was actually welcoming the idea of going to prison for a very long time. I had nothing left on the inside and the outside wasn't too far behind. I was just a ninety-six pound hunk of flesh with no soul or life force left. I was nothing more that a floating piece of human wreckage, slowly sinking into the dismal and primordial ooze. I figured that God had made a terrible oversight when he created me and that the only place for somebody with no preset divine destiny and who's body wouldn't die was prison. And given the prosecuting attorney that the D.A's office had assigned to my case this time around; that's exactly where I was going. Thirty-one year old Assistant District Attorney Lindsay Whitmore was well known to have no stomach for plea bargaining and she was notorious for succeeding in putting scum like me away, regardless of how good their defense was. She was referred to in the underworld as the wicked bitch of the D.A.'s office and on that faithful day ten years ago, I was her target. Though I had heard her name many times in all my trips through the courts and jails, I had never actually seen her. So, when Lindsay walked into the court room that morning, I initially thought I was having an acid flashback or some other kind of drug induced hallucination. Assistant D.A. Lindsay Whitmore was the spitting image of the movie actress Laura Linney and the character she played in the movie "Primal Fear" with Richard Gere and Edward Norton. As I watched her stride up to the prosecution desk on her beautifully toned long legs, topped off by a perfectly round and firm ass wrapped in a designer business skirt, I was temporarily captivated. With the high heeled shoes on her feet, she was easily six feet tall with a lean and slender torso, round and perky D-cup breasts, toned shoulders, willowy arms, sensual hands, dark red fingernails, long and sleek neck topped off with gorgeous flowing blonde hair that perfectly accentuated the alabaster skin of her angelic face and draped down to the tops of her shoulder blades. As I watched Lindsay open her briefcase, remove what I assumed was my file and then mingle with the other attorneys at her desk, I felt something stir deep inside of me that I hadn't felt in a long time: Life! And it took the form of sexual arousal. I couldn't believe it. With all that was happening, all that I had been through and all that lie ahead of me at that moment, there I was getting turned on by the woman that was probably going to send me to prison. After my lawyer bumbled and babbled his way through my defense, Lindsay Whitmore was mesmerizing and almost hypnotic to me as she presented the state's case against me to the Judge in a sensual and dare I say deep sexy voice. She was charismatic in the extreme, incredibly articulate and an amazingly eloquent public speaker. There was a tremendous aura of confidence, intelligence, charm and savvy whit emanating from every fiber of her being. Lindsay Whitmore was everything that I had ever wanted to be: Beautiful, confident, intelligent, well educated, fashionable and very sexy. And as I listened to her read the laundry list of charges to the Judge, as well as my impressive repertoire of criminal offenses, I picked up something in her voice that I didn't expect at all: Compassion. With her reputation of ruthlessness preceding her, I was expecting a cold, vindictive and heartless bitch that was totally incapable of human feeling. But I distinctively heard hints of compassion and concern in her voice for this very troubled and sick young woman, as she referred to me. When she finished her summation she took her seat directly across the aisle from me and crossed her legs slowly and sexily. For a split second, I actually entertained the notion that she might be teasing me. She glanced over at me and I felt my lips form a smile for the first time in God knows how long. Lindsay merely raised her eyebrows like Mr. Spock at me and turned her glance away. When it was all said and done, the Judge sentenced me to ten years in prison; basically for being a habitual fuck up! I ended up serving six years of the sentence and was paroled almost six years to the very day that I was sentenced. One of the questions they ask you at your parole hearing is: "Do you feel that you've been rehabilitated?" Not only had I been rehabilitated, I had been virtually reborn. Having it strongly recommended to me that I go to a twelve step recovery program when I first arrived, I have since found sobriety and a new design for living that really works. When I was paroled, I weighed 128 pounds versus the 96 I weighed when I came in. My hair had completely grown back and it was as jet black, beautiful, long and shiny as ever. My skin had no more track marks and had returned to its normal shade of light almond for my body had healed. I no longer shook like a leaf for I was now well nourished; I exercised daily and for the first time in my life, loved the way I looked. I could actually call myself hot; God knows a lot of the girls on the unit sure did. But then again, their girls in prison; may not be the best place to judge your physical appeal. But most important of all, I was alive again on the inside. I was no longer just a hunk of flesh or a piece of human wreckage sinking into the primordial ooze of life; my soul had been restored to me, completely refurbished by God himself and I lived each day filled with hope and peace. The light and sparkle in my deep blue eyes was noticed by everyone at my meetings. The day I was released was also my twenty-seventh birthday. And as my heart sang at the joy of being free, it also wept at the same time. Being really optimistic and excited about the life that lay ahead of me, I was also heartbroken for I was leaving behind someone very special. Marta and I had been lovers for the last three years. Marta was twenty years older than me and she had taught me so much about life and about love. She had already been in prison for fifteen years when I arrived and our relationship had started out almost like a mother and daughter. But the longer we knew each other, the closer we got and it ultimately led to a very deep and passionate romantic relationship. Not only had Marta been my lover, she had also been my inside twelve step sponsor and spiritual advisor. She was a wonderful human being, but unfortunately would never see the outside of a prison again. She was serving two life sentences for two counts of capital murder. Yes I know that sounds strange to say that a person serving two life sentences for capital murder could be such a wonderful human being, but it's true! People can and do change in prison for the good. I returned to my hometown of Miami, Florida and moved back in with my parents. My father is originally from Mexico City and my mother is from London; hence came my unusual name combination of Hailey Marie Gonzales. I found a home twelve step group, got actively involved and met wonderful people. Over the next four years, I did a series of odd jobs and remained very active in my home group. I finally got to meet my correspondence sponsor on the outside and she became a dear friend and soon learned everything there is to know about me. I started sponsoring other women and began corresponding with women currently in prison who wanted to recover. I was very open about my lesbianism but was not really interested in getting involved with anyone. It was particularly hard on the men in my group, for they confirmed what I had begun to believe while still inside and what the women on my unit, plus dear Marta had told me: I was hot! By the time I turned thirty, I was living in my own apartment and working at a coffee shop not too far from the criminal justice district and courthouse where the journey into my new life had began. I had also been clean and sober for ten years and was going to college part time; studying the law. By some miracle, my drivers' license had been restored to me and a good friend in the program employed me on occasion as a driver in his own limousine and private car service. Though the memory of hopelessness and despair of my existence ten years ago never left me; I could no longer truly fathom how I once felt like that. Life was really wonderful. One afternoon, I was working with a young lady that I sponsor in recovery and I was talking to her about the amends process as we clean up the wreckage of our past. As we talked, I suddenly began to realize that though I had made all my amends, I had never taken the time to reach out to and thank the people who had played an intricate part in my early salvation. So after talking to my sponsor, I made a list of people that I needed to thank for saving me from certain death at the hands of alcoholism and addiction. I tracked down the police officers who first responded to the accident and pulled me from my burning car after I crashed into that convenience store that long ago night. I tracked down the paramedics that revived me on the scene, then the doctors and nurses at the hospital who sewed me back together. None of them remembered me at all, but they were all extremely moved and humbled by my gesture of goodwill. Then it was time to track down the cantankerous old Judge who had sentenced me. Unfortunately I came to discover that he had passed away a few years earlier. I made all of these rounds in one day and when I crawled into bed that night, I felt incredibly peaceful and serene. As I pulled the covers up over me and shut my eyes, I heard a soft still voice deep in my mind and it spoke one word: Lindsay. I sprang up instantly and flipped on the light beside my bed. I had completely forgotten to thank the one person who was probably more responsible for my still being alive than anyone else on Earth: Assistant District Attorney Lindsay Whitmore. Had she not been assigned to my case, I very possibly could have escaped going to prison and would quite certainly have been dead and buried a long time ago. I quickly jotted her name down on a pad of paper beside my bed, then promptly got down on my knees and thanked God for reminding me of her. As I slid back down under the covers, I began to recall the last time I had seen Lindsay Whitmore in my mind. With the passage of ten years, I had no doubt that she was no longer just an Assistant D.A., but more likely the D.A. herself or maybe even a United States Attorney or even been appointed to the bench. I was at work at the coffee shop by five the next morning and Lindsay Whitmore was still going through my mind. I needed to find her and thank her as soon as I could. My plan was to head back down to the criminal justice district and courthouse after my shift and search her out. Surely that is where she'd be; and if she wasn't, somebody could tell me where I could find her now. The early morning rush from six till nine passed smoothly, but was feverishly busy; then came the lull period from about ten till noon. It was just after eleven and I was going over some inventory invoices with my back to the front counter. I heard the front door open and the door alarm ding indicating that it had done so. I finished jotting down a note on the clipboard inventory sheet and then turned around to greet the customer. I felt a tremendous rush of excitement and shock pass through my body and my heart began to pound. Lindsay Whitmore was standing directly across the counter from me. Though ten years had passed and she was now forty-one years old, she still looked incredible. Except for her hair being a darker shade of blonde, her face being a little more worn, lines around her mouth and with deep bags under her eyes, she looked every bit as beautiful, sophisticated and sexy as she had that morning in court ten years ago. There was so much I wanted to say, but I couldn't get any of it to come up, so I just said: "What can I get for you, ma'am?" Lindsay ordered a tall, double latte with an extra shot of espresso. I made it myself as I had one of the other employees take her money and make change. My heart was racing and my breath was short as I worked. I couldn't believe that she was here. It was a miracle. I had been working at this coffee shop for nearly three and a half years and I had never once seen her here before. Lindsay came around to the pick up counter wearing a stunning navy blue pants suit and silk blouse and had her laptop case slung over her shoulder. I finished her latte and set down on the counter in front of her and smiled at her. I still could not get the words I needed to say out. Lindsay picked up the latte. "Thank you so much." She said in her still deep, sensual and sexy voice. Lindsay parted her full and luscious ruby lips that were masterfully painted with crimson lipstick and beamed a gorgeous, sparkling white smile at me. Lindsay took her latte, turned on her heals and walked away from the counter and I caught a whiff of her fragrance. I couldn't put my finger on what brand of perfume it was exactly, but it was nothing short of heavenly, no doubt very expensive and it attuned perfectly with her body chemistry. As my eyes followed her to the door, I didn't realize initially that they were caressing every inch of her divine femininity. I was gawking after this woman, and it wasn't until my co-worker elbowed me in the side did I snap out of it. As I shook my head, I realized that I had sweat running down my cheeks and most surprising of all: My pussy was wet. I quickly collected myself and felt so foolish for reacting the way I had. Here I had wanted to thank this woman for saving my life and when she is suddenly placed right in front of me, I react like a star struck, horny high school nerd coming face to face with the head cheerleader. I glanced out the front windows and my stomach jumped into my throat. Lindsay was sitting herself down at one of the patio tables with her laptop open and was lighting a cigarette. Without even thinking, I told my co-workers that I was taking my break. I quickly pulled off my apron and visor as I hurried around the counter and quickly into the ladies room. I checked myself in the mirror and straightened my hair. I rolled up my apron and visor in a ball and tossed them behind the counter as I headed out of the ladies room and toward the front door. I stepped out on to the patio into the reasonably comfortable morning air. Lindsay was sitting at one of the patio tables in the corner, still under the shade of the roof. She was scrolling through something on her laptop computer and taking a drag off her cigarette. I took a deep breath and walked over to her table, going around the opposite side so I could face her directly. "Excuse me, Ms. Whitmore?" I began. "Yes?" Lindsay replied. "I don't know if you remember me. I doubt you do; my name is Hailey Gonzales. You were the Assistant D.A. who prosecuted a case against me about ten years ago." I continued. Lindsay slowly sat back in her chair and stared at me, taking another drag off her cigarette. "Really?" Lindsay said, sounding almost hesitant. "Yes. I ended up being sentenced to ten years in prison." I continued. "I see." Lindsay said. "So am I right in assuming that you're here now all these years later to tell me what you really think of me?" "Sort of." I said as humbly as humanly possible. "I'm listening." She said curtly. Lindsay pulled out her cell phone, flipped it open and positioned her finger over what was obviously a speed dial key as she took another deep drag off her cigarette. "I take it you're preparing to call the police." I said. "What would you do in my position?" Lindsay asked. "Fair enough." I said and cleared my throat. "I don't know if you'll believe this, but I want to say thank you." The expression on Lindsay's face went from a stern scowl to a much softer look of confusion and disbelief almost instantly as the words cleared my lips. "If you hadn't done your job as well as you did, I may not have gone to prison. And if I hadn't gone to prison, I have no doubt that I would've been dead a long time ago." I said softly. Lindsay's face softened even more and she dropped her hand holding her phone into her lap. "You see I was a very sick young woman. In fact, you even referred to me as such to the Judge. I was an out of control drunk and junkie that desperately needed to be locked up. You saved my life by making sure that I went down. And I just wanted you to know that I'm forever grateful to you for it." I said. Lindsay sat motionless as she stared up at me with a starry-eyed gaze. The look on her face was like that of a lost child asking a stranger to help her find her mother. I soon noticed that her hands were trembling ever so slightly as she held onto the arm rests of the chair. "Well, I've taken up enough of your time." I said. "Thank you again for helping me. I'll never forget you." I smiled at her and then turned to head back to work. I hadn't taken five steps when I heard Lindsay gasp and sniff. "Wait!" Lindsay said. I stopped and turned back to see Lindsay spinning around in her chair, having the expression now of a faithful old dog as she looked after me. I couldn't be certain because the sun was now beginning to fall into the shade of her table, but Lindsay's eyes appeared to be welling with tears. "Please don't go." Lindsay said. "Can you sit down with me? Hailey?" Lindsay's hand was definitely trembling as she motioned to the chair across the table from her. I smiled and she gave me a weak smile in return. I returned to the table, sitting in the chair across from her. Lindsay set her phone down on the table and slapped her laptop shut. "You don't mind if I smoke do you?" Lindsay asked. "No." I said. "Only if I can have one of your cigarettes." I replied. Lindsay took two cigarettes out of her pack and passed me one along with her lighter. I lit my cigarette then passed the lighter back to her and she lit her own; her hand was really shaking now. "Are you alright, Ms. Whitmore?" I asked. "Please call me Lindsay." She said as she took a drag off her cigarette. The Prosecuting Attorney Ch. 02 *** Author's Note *** Sorry that it has taken so long to get this second chapter finished, but I have been up to my ass in Hurricane Ike and its chaotic aftermath. Ike did however inspire my latest lesbian story "Loving Danica through Amanda" - which I wrote and posted in early October, and that got my wheels turning again for a second chapter to the Prosecuting Attorney. Anyway, thank you all so much for making Part One so successful! Your feedback and your encouragement have meant more than I can say!! Recap When she was twenty years old, Hailey Gonzales was a frail, broken down, burnout shell of a devastated human being, ravaged to the core by alcoholism, drug addiction and a life of crime. Now on the verge of complete physical, emotional and spiritual death, Hailey sat on trial in criminal court for the seventh time in four years, with her latest case being prosecuted by the infamous "Wicked Bitch of the DA's office"; thirty-one year old Assistant District Attorney Lindsay Whitmore. Upon first laying eyes on the incredibly sexy Assistant DA, young Hailey was completely captivated by her stunning beauty, her aura of confidence, sophistication, intelligence and her overall presence. To Hailey, Lindsay was everything that she ever hoped and dreamed of being and as a result, Hailey felt life emerge deep inside her comatose soul for the first time in many years. Ten years later, Hailey's life has made a complete 180 degree turn for the better. After serving six years of a ten year sentence, Hailey has recovered through the twelve step program and she now begins to seek out those who played a part in saving her life to thank them. It is then that Providence steps in and the now thirty year old Hailey Gonzales comes face to face with now forty-one year old Lindsay Whitmore in a coffee shop. After thanking Lindsay for sending her to prison and hence, saving her life, Hailey listens to Lindsay confess that her own life has become a deep black hole of despair and that by thanking her, Hailey has just saved her life as well. The two women quickly become good friends and Hailey struggles to contain her lust and attraction toward Lindsay. But late one December night, Hailey finds herself being subtly seduced by the sexy DA and the two women are swept away in the throes of unbridled lesbian lust. Then as the sunrises the next morning: the defendant, Hailey Marie Gonzales, and the prosecuting attorney, Lindsay Denise Whitmore, find themselves swept away in true lesbian love. Part 2 With every muscle in my body seizing and my back arching in a virtual horseshoe, a scream of unbridled ecstasy catapulted from deep inside my panting lungs. My hands were a pair of vice grips, wrenching the sweat soaked sheets off my bed, cutting off the circulation in my fingers. My eyes spun uncontrollably in my head and I soon had to cinch them shut for fear of passing out. I had never had anyone make love to me this intensely before. Lindsay's mouth was wrapped tightly around my spasming pussy as my juices were once again spraying all over her face and the inside of my legs. With every fiber of my being ravaged by the most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced, I collapsed in a pile of complete sexual exhaustion on the cum-stained mattress as my sweat drenched naked body twitched and trembled wildly. Feeling Lindsay's succulent warm mouth and lips sucking the residue of my orgasmic explosion off my inner thighs, my nostrils were suddenly overwhelmed by the intoxicating aromas of sweat, perfume, burning incense and the natural odor of two very sexually aroused women hanging heavily in the air all around us. As my heart pounded relentlessly and my lungs strained desperately, I slowly ran my hands through my soaking wet hair. It felt as though I'd just gotten out of the shower. With my eyes still shut, I felt the tip of Lindsay's tongue moving slowly up my abdomen. I opened my eyes just in time to see her taking one of my rock hard nipples into her mouth as she was crawling slowly up over me like a predator stalking her prey. Running my fingers through her gorgeous blonde hair, I immediately realized that it too was saturated with so much cum and sweat that we must have showered together. With soaking strands of her hair rolling gently against my quivering light almond skin as she sucked on my dark brown nipple, I mused with utter glee at the sight of Lindsay's sweaty body glistening in the afternoon sunlight pouring through the window. Flushed with the intense heat of an active volcanic lava dome, Lindsay's ordinarily alabaster skin was now a light shade of crimson. Feeling her tongue slide slowly down through the valley between my tits and her teeth suddenly piercing my other nipple, I felt a powerful burst of electric-like shocks spark through my veins. With a slight giggle, I pulled Lindsay up and she let the front of her body glide smoothly over mine; the sweat covering our bodies acting as a lubricant. I could feel her protruding nipples grazing across my skin and it sent another surge of electrical shocks charging through me. Rising up my body slowly, allowing the tip of her tongue to graze up my neck, over my chin and finally to my lips, I was soon looking deep into Lindsay's captivating eyes. Easing her rock hard body down to rest on top of me and never breaking eye contact, our hungry mouths came together and our wanting tongues were soon mauling each other deep inside them. The world went dark as our eyes closed and the unbridled passion of a lovers kiss surged forth. The heat emanating from our naked bodies was immense. We were like two cauldrons of magma and I could feel our bodies melting together into one. With her delicious mouth still heavily basted with the juices of my latest orgasm, Lindsay's tongue explored the deepest recesses of my mouth and upper throat. Reveling in the luscious flavors of her mouth, I speared the fingernails of my right hand deep into the skin of her back as I rested my left hand firmly on the back of her soaking wet head; attempting to pull my beautiful lover deeper into our kiss. There was no sound. Kissing each other so deeply, there was no sound at all. No lip smacking, no tongue wagging, no saliva sucking; just unbelievably serene and divinely deep quiet. We were breathing each other's air. I was absorbing her soul and she was absorbing mine. I awoke to the faint sound of water running in the distance. As my eyes opened, the room was dark. Glancing over at the balcony door, it was evident that night had come again and the courtyard lights below were gently filtering their very dim light into my apartment. Lindsay and I had been making love all day long. We had awoken that morning in each other's naked embrace after an unbelievable night of passion, and despite being famished, couldn't free ourselves from the powerful web of attraction holding us captive. Like sharks in a feeding frenzy, Lindsay and I continued to ravage each other in unbridled sexual frenzy. With the mere thought of her beautiful name, I felt my heart begin to race while images of her angelic face and her gorgeous body flooded my mind and warmed my soul. Inhaling deeply, I picked up her scent like a Saint Bernard and could smell her all over my skin and could still taste her in my now rather dry mouth. Instantly my whole body began to tingle and despite the fact that I felt completely drained and that my head was throbbing, I wanted my Lindsay, so I rolled over to take her: But, she wasn't there! Adrenaline surged through every inch of my body and I was gripped with terror. I felt a violent chill settle deep into my bones as my heart went from a million beats a minute to zero instantly. I couldn't breathe. Had it all been a dream? Being still only half awake, my eyes darted around the room trying to find some sort of bearing. That's when I once again heard the distant water running that had awoken me in the first place. Whirling my head toward the bathroom door, I saw light coming from underneath it. I leapt out of bed and bounded in two steps to the door to find it just slightly ajar. With my heart again racing and a cold sweat building under my hairline, I gently pushed the door open and peered into my tiny bathroom. The shower was running and the room was filled with steam. Slipping my now very icky and sticky naked body quietly through the doorway, I then heard a melody more beautiful than any other that has ever passed through my ear: Lindsay clearing her throat. It hadn't been a dream! Taking another step forward, I could make out Lindsay's heavenly feminine figure on the other side of the fogged up shower stall door. Slowly and ever so sensually running her hands up and down through her hair under the running water, I faintly heard her singing "Donna", the classic love ballad by Ritchie Valens; only Lindsay was inserting my name in the place of Donna's. I was so overcome with joy that I nearly started to cry. I stood motionless from my vantage point just beyond the shower door and worshipped my beautiful lover from afar. I didn't know if Lindsay knew that I was watching her, but I didn't care. Lindsay Whitmore was the most beautiful and sensual woman I'd ever seen. She literally oozed divine femininity and insatiable sexuality from every pore of her body, and just watching this goddess seductively caress herself under the warm running water set me on fire. It wasn't long before I became so entranced that I didn't realize that I had begun masturbating, standing right there in the middle of the bathroom. Lindsay cleared her throat again and that snapped me out of my trance. With my body on fire with passion, I instantly forgot about feeling completely drained and having a throbbing headache. Carnal desire was consuming me once again and I must have more Lindsay. I stepped forward and gently opened the shower stall door. Lindsay was leaning forward with both her palms pressed firmly against the tile wall and was gently swaying her lowered head from side to side under the water between her outstretched arms. Her nipples were rock hard, protruding out like fresh pencil erasers and the soft tender moans escaping her lips were hypnotic. Having not noticed me, I quickly took in every inch of her glistening body. Despite the ravenous sex we had shared over the last twenty-four hours, I still couldn't get over how beautiful she was. Even further, I couldn't believe that she was really here. Lindsay Whitmore: the infamous "Wicked Bitch of the District Attorney's Office" and the sexiest assistant DA I'd ever seen, and I'd seen a lot of them. Lindsay Whitmore: a woman who was everything I had ever dreamed of being and more. A woman whose job it was to destroy me, but ultimately resurrected me. A woman that captivated my heart and captured my deepest carnal desires at a time when I was nothing more than another number on the court docket to her and she was nothing but a forbidden and unattainable fantasy to me. But now she was no longer a fantasy. Lindsay Whitmore was now my reality. And best of all, I was her reality. Never underestimate the power of the Force, as Jedi Master Yoda would say. Or like my sponsor says "Happiness is the by-product of good living." I guess I must be living really well. With a deep sigh of relief and contentment escaping my lips, Lindsay's head was slowly rolling in my direction and her eyes opened to reveal a seductive gaze of the deepest want and desire I'd ever seen. Her stare was so intense that I literally felt her desire for me piercing my body like a riddling volley of bullets fired from a battle line and my knees suddenly felt weak. Never taking her gaze off me, Lindsay raised her head up slightly and teasingly ran her tongue up her arm to her elbow and back. I slipped into the stall, pulling the door shut behind me and slid directly behind her, pressing my quivering mound firmly against her scrumptious ass. The perfect roundness and unbelievable firmness of her bottom was slightly thrust backward to meet the grinding advances of my pussy. I slid my arms around her waist, gently running my hands across her rippled abdomen and then up her slender torso to her divine chest. Massaging her soaking wet, incredibly firm D-cups and teasing her probing nipples with the tips of my fingernails, Lindsay let her own arms and hands fall to her sides as she stood straight up and slowly leaned backward into me, allowing the front of my body to press up firmly against her back. Slipping her right arm backward, I felt her right hand clamp firmly onto my right ass cheek, pushing my grinding pussy more solidly against her. I could feel her fingernails grazing the wet skin as she firmly kneaded my right cheek. Tilting her head down slightly and turning it over her shoulder toward me, I stood up on my tiptoes and our wanting mouths came together. As I'm just a smidgen below 5'6" and Lindsay is nearly 5'10" barefoot, I really had to stretch, but I wasn't going to be denied the most delicious mouth I'd ever devoured. With our wide open mouths sealing tightly around each other, our tongues surged deeply forth into the deep recesses of the others oral cavity. Holding deep in our kiss until my toes ached, I finally slid my tongue out of Lindsay's mouth and teasingly ran it down the side of her neck, over the top of her shoulder and around to her back. Keeping her left breast in my left hand, I slid my right hand down the front of her body as slowly as I was able to contain myself until I felt the slight stubble of her shaven pubic hair on my fingertips and then curving down under to her magnificent folds. Lindsay's left hand cupped over mine on her left tit, squeezing it tighter; her grip on my ass tightened and I felt her body stiffen instantly as I teased the outside of her slit with my middle and index finger. Quick chirping moans began to pour out of her mouth as her breathing deepened and accelerated. I slipped my left hand out from under hers and wrapped that arm tightly around her slender torso as she continued massaging and teasing her left breast and nipple. I slipped my middle finger deep into Lindsay's quivering slit, mashing my palm firmly against her mound and rotating it in a clockwise direction. I sensed every muscle in Lindsay's seething hot body spasming and tightening with every passing second. With her respiration increasing to a heavy pant and her moans growing louder and deeper, Lindsay's head dropped backward toward my shoulder and I wrapped my lips around her earlobe; biting and sucking it like a wild beast. The fingernails on her right hand dug deeper and deeper into the skin on my ass and she pushed my grinding pussy harder against her. Feeling her gorging clit pressing against my palm, I slipped my middle finger out and then with teasing hesitation, jammed both my middle and ring finger inside her as one. Lindsay gasped deeply and she threw her left arm around my head, grabbing a handful of my soaking wet hair. Feeling her swollen folds spasming and her hot juices beginning to flow, I increased the ferocity of my circular palm motion and finger-fucking. Holding her tightly against me and with every muscle strained to its limit, Lindsay's body began trembling wildly as she struggled to find breath, letting the occasional high-pitched squeal escape her lips. "Oh yeah! Oh God! Oh baby!" Lindsay squealed between very strained gasps. Suddenly Lindsay's trembling turned to violent convulsing and I could barely hold on to her powerful frame. Grunting and groaning suddenly in very deep tones, almost baboon like syllables, Lindsay tugged violently on my hair as her shower slick body tumbled wildly in my loosening grasp. Shrieking my name at the top of her lungs, I felt my hand being immersed in sizzling hot love juices; far hotter than the water. Lindsay suddenly slumped forward, her head and upper body mashing up against the tile wall of the stall. "Oh God!" Lindsay wailed breathlessly. I slipped my hand up from her spasming honey pot and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of her divine sex deeply into my nostrils before gluttonously sucking the delicious juices from my fingers. "Oh God." She panted again after a few deep breaths. Still reeling from the colossal orgasms that had just ravaged her heavenly being, Lindsay could only speak in one or two word sentences. "Oh Hailey." She uttered a few breaths later. "Oh baby. You're incredible." "You're welcome." I cooed as I slid my arms back around her waist and rested my head and tits on her upper back, still pressing my mound against her ass. "I love you so much!" Lindsay panted. "And I love you." I said as I kissed and licked all over her upper back. Lindsay moaned tenderly as the warm water of the shower continued to pour all over her body. With the added heat of our passion inflamed bodies, the steam engulfing us was as thick as smoke. Listening to Lindsay coo and still gently grinding my pussy on her ass, I just couldn't stop. I had to take her again. Slipping my right hand back from around her waist, I slid it in between my pelvis and her ass. Lindsay's body jolted suddenly and a loud chirp escaped her mouth as I teased her brown rosebud with the tip of my fingernail on my middle finger. Pressing further, Lindsay's hands slapped firmly back on to the tile wall and her body immediately tensed as I probed the very tip of my finger into her asshole. Sucking in a deep breath, followed by a deep moan, I sank to my knees behind her, sucking my middle finger along the way. Spreading her legs, I ran the flat of my tongue over her asshole as I slid my middle finger into her pussy and began to fuck her again. Lindsay pushed her ass back to allow me deeper access and I probed my tongue as deep into her ass as I could. Ramming my middle finger feverously deep inside her slit, I reveled in the harmonious sounds of Lindsay gasping and moaning in rampant ecstasy while I probed my tongue deep into her asshole. It wasn't long before I could feel another tsunami force wave of orgasms building up inside her. Barely able to breathe and her body tensed to the point of collapse, I hurriedly repositioned myself underneath her, slipping my finger out of her pussy and thrusting it into her pulsing asshole and clamped my lips down on her swollen and quivering folds. Lindsay's neck and back arched back from the tile and she sucked in a deep gasping breath as her body instantly started shuddering wildly. "Oh God!" She finally managed to squeal. "Oh baby!" Ramming my middle finger ferociously in and out of her asshole, I heard myself growl like a caged beast as I gorged on the sizzling hot and swollen pussy lips of Florida's sexiest assistant district attorney. Lindsay's legs shook violently and buckled under her weight as she deposited another delicious serving of her sexual juices all over my mouth and chin. Lindsay shrieked at the top of her lungs as the orgasmic eruption tore through her body. For a moment, I could have sworn that the ravaging orgasms had driven her to tears for her intense wailing sounded just like cries of agonizing pain. Gasping for air, Lindsay's neck and back arched backward too far and she nearly stumbled into the opposite wall of the shower stall. I jumped as her collapsing body made impact and watched cautiously as she slid down to the tile floor. With her eyes reeling and her body still trembling, Lindsay grabbed her chest and I feared that she might be having a heart attack. "Lindsay? Lindsay, are you all right?" I asked as I tried desperately not to sound panicked. Not responding to my question, but continuing to pant uncontrollably and pawing at her chest, I jumped to my feet. "Oh my God! I'm calling 911!" I screamed. I turned to open the shower stall door when Lindsay suddenly grabbed my wrist. "No!" Lindsay gasped. "No, it's okay." The Prosecuting Attorney Ch. 02 "Are you sure?" I said, still not convinced. "Oh Yeah." Lindsay said and she smiled. Upon seeing her smile, I felt relief. "Come here." She continued. Lindsay pulled me down to my knees by my wrist and she had me straddle her lap. Lindsay's respiration was returning to normal and she wrapped her arms tightly around me, mashing our tits tightly together. We gazed into each other's eyes. "I've never had anybody love me so hard before in my life." Lindsay whispered. "What can I say? I just can't get enough of you." I whispered back. "Yeah, I noticed." Lindsay smiled and she kissed me on the forehead and then on the nose. "I love you so much." I told her. "I'll bet you I love you more." She replied. We both giggled. "Kiss me." Lindsay whispered. Our lips came together, our mouths opened and sealed airlock tight around each other. Lindsay let her embrace around me loosen slightly and I reveled in the sensation of her fingernails grazing gently all over the wet skin of my back. I pulled her up and away from the wall and reciprocated her loving embrace. Again our kiss was so deep that we had to breathe each other's air and could taste each other's souls. I don't know how long we kissed and cuddled on the shower floor, but when I'm with Lindsay, time doesn't exist. The warm water finally ran out and our naked bodies were soon being pelted by virtual ice cubes. I got to my feet, shut off the water and helped Lindsay up. With all the self restraint we could muster, we counted to three and as per our plan, I literally jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and dashed out of the bathroom. Lindsay then got out of the shower, closed and locked the bathroom door in order to put a barrier between us so we could dry off and dress. Neither of us had eaten in over twenty-four hours and given the tremendous amount of energy we had been expending, could easily drop dead at any moment. I dried off quickly and slipped on my favorite jeans, a tattered old Miami Dolphins sweatshirt over a Jacksonville Jaguars sports bra. I slipped on my favorite pair of converse athletic shoes, bright orange, and toped it all off with a Tampa Bay Buccaneers ball cap. Hey, I love football and I love Florida; go figure! I heard my hair dryer running in the bathroom as I dressed and images of Lindsay's silky blonde hair whipping around her beautiful face set fire to my already aching loins. I shook my head and flung open the balcony door. The cool December air flooded over me as I stepped out onto the tiny concrete slab and I was able to force the images from my mind. However, when Lindsay emerged from the bathroom, she was dressed in the evening gown she had worn the night before. Even though it had been crumpled up in a ball on my bathroom floor and steamed to death, it still looked stunning on my beautiful goddess of love. She had even put the arm length gloves back on and looked like a runway model as she strutted seductively across the room toward me. Now we were Beauty and the Beast, and the Beast was immediately beginning to salivate at the sight of her stunning Beauty. "Stop!" I ordered. "What's the matter?" Lindsay queried playfully. "We're never going to make it past the front door with you dressed like that." I replied. "What, you don't like what you see? Fine, I guess I'll just have to take it off." Lindsay hissed. "Don't even think about it, you little tease. You do that and will both be dead of sex exhaustion before morning." I jabbed. "Sex exhaustion?" Lindsay giggled. "Yeah. You like that?" I asked. "Can't think of a better way to die." She replied. "Me neither. But just in case God really does have a problem with gays and lesbians, I'd rather not risk never getting to fuck you again just yet." I said. "Gee, I think that's the most romantic thing anybody's ever said to me." Lindsay said. "My car keys are on my dresser. Wait ten minutes and then drive down and meet me at the Wal-Mart on the corner, okay?" I told her. "What are you up to?" She asked. "You'll see." I blew her a kiss. "I love you." And with that, I climbed over the balcony railing, jumped into the old fur tree beside it and climbed down to the cobblestone walkway below. Fifteen minutes later, Lindsay pulled up in my car outside the Wal-Mart down the street from my apartment complex just as I was coming out with a bag of clothing. I tossed the bag in the passenger seat and told her to change while I waited outside. "Don't you wanna watch?" Lindsay teased. "Girl, you are insatiable! God I love you!" I replied. Sucking down two cigarettes in the parking lot as I waited, Lindsay definitely took her time changing. Pacing back and forth like an expectant father, I finally decided to call my AA sponsor to try and take my mind off of the sexual delights lying just beyond that car door. When my sponsor picked up, I immediately went to bragging like a horny teenage boy who just nailed the hottest teacher in school. Knowing her history about as well as she knew mine, I knew that my sponsor wasn't exactly conservative when it came to sex. But much to my surprise, she wasn't nearly as receptive as I thought she'd be. She kept asking me the same question: "Okay, but where is God in all this?" "What's that got to do with it?" I demanded. "The Big Book says that our sex powers are God given and therefore good." I prided myself on being able to quote the book "Alcoholics Anonymous" at the drop of a pin in any given situation. But after about the fourth time she asked me the question, I was really starting to get pissed. Lindsay was my first lay since I got out of prison nearly three years ago. My sponsor then added that that fact alone was all the more reason to consider her question. "Lindsay Whitmore has been the desire of my heart pretty much since the day I first laid eyes on her in that court room." I explained. "What about Marta?" My sponsor asked. "You know damn well that she told me that I would have to leave the past behind and find a new love in the real world." I snapped. "Yes, I do." My sponsor replied. "I just want to be sure that what you're feeling for Lindsay is love." "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I snarled. "Sounds a lot more like lust to me." She replied softly. "And isn't lust just as necessary?" I snapped. "It is." She said. "Provided it's kept in prospective and not abused to the extreme. I mean, from what you've told me about Lindsay over the past few months, she sounds like a wonderful person and you seem to care genuinely for her as a friend." "Well isn't that what love is? Friendship set on fire?" I asked. "Yeah. But there's a lot more to love than just swapping sweat, spit and semen every night." She offered rather harshly. "This from a woman who has swapped more sweat, spit and semen than the entire cast of Sex in the City!" I replied. "Look Hailey, you're the one that called me here, okay? And you should know by now that if you don't want my answers then don't ask me the question." "I didn't ask the question. You did." I growled. "Honey, all I'm saying is that you need to be careful. Lust is a very deceptive and very powerful force. It seduces us with limitless pleasure, blinds us to the truth and then like a boomerang in flight, turns on us and all but tears our lives to shreds." She pleaded. "I love her!" I reiterated firmly. "Then I guess you're gonna be renting a U-haul tomorrow, huh? Best way to tell when an alcoholic is on their second date." She jabbed. "Fuck you!" I roared and I hung up. I jammed my phone into my pocket and lit another cigarette as I fumed. What the fuck does she know about love and relationships? Christ, she's been married five times and she's not even fifty years old yet. I might as well be asking a catholic priest for tips on my sex life. Oops, bad analogy. Sorry! Lindsay finally emerged from the car wearing baby blue sweatpants and matching jacket, a white "Bebe" T-shirt and a pair of white keds tennis shoes I'd bought for her, she looked absolutely adorable. In fact she looked even more appealing in that outfit than she did in her evening gown. Lindsay took the cigarette out of my hand, took a deep drag and flicked it away. She then took my hat off my head and placed it on her own, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. I let my hands run down the soft fabric of her jacket and into the tight crack of her ass and right cheek. It was then that my sponsors' voice began thundering through my mind and I suddenly found myself absolutely infuriated. Like the saying goes, "The truth shall set you free, but it's probably gonna really piss you off first." And just like she had done countless times before, my sponsor had called me on my shit and done what she was supposed to do: got me to look at something from an entirely different angle, if only for a moment. As I felt Lindsay's body pressed up against me and her tongue was thrashing around deep inside my mouth, I found myself asking the question: "Is there more to my affection for Lindsay than just physical lust and carnal attraction?" I slipped out of our kiss and just gazed deeply into Lindsay's eyes. "Something the matter?" She asked almost innocently. "We've got to eat or we're not gonna make it till morning." I said. Lindsay and I went to one of the most popular pizzerias in Miami and gorged on the unlimited buffet and free drink refills. I could literally feel all by battery cells recharging with every swallow. Taking Lindsay home, she spent the entire drive nibbling on my neck and ears, fondling my breasts and fingering my pussy as I drove. At one point, she dropped her head into my lap, unbuttoned my jeans and tried to give me head. I tried so hard to enjoy her affection, but I was by now far too busy mind-fucking myself over the questions that my sponsor had raised. Was I in love with Lindsay or just in lust with her? In fact I was so off in my head that I barely heard her say with her head in my lap: "You know, this is so much easier with a man." I dropped Lindsay off at her apartment building downtown and of course, she invited me to stay with her; actually she practically ordered me to stay and then even tried to tongue rape me into it, but I just couldn't. I was completely exhausted, my body ached and now with an over-stuffed tummy, I could barely keep my eyes open. After a long kiss goodnight, I hopped back in my car and sped off, lighting up the tires as I peeled out. I don't think I even returned Lindsay's "I love you." I sped through the streets and cursed my sponsor to the depths of hell for placing this doubt in my mind. But then again, if there was no truth to it at all, then why is it bothering me so much? Even after changing the sheets, flipping the mattress and leaving the balcony door open, the smell of sex was still overpowering in my tiny apartment. It got me so hot and I couldn't keep my hands off myself; I was soon cursing myself to the depths of hell for not staying with Lindsay. I could be all over her right now instead of all over myself. I tossed and turned for hours as my mind did battle with itself along with my heart and my soul. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Lindsay's beautiful naked body and then I would hear my sponsor's voice saying things that she hadn't even said yet concerning mine and Lindsay's relationship. I argued with my sponsor so many times without her ever even being there and it finally dawned on me tonight that the real problem wasn't her, but me. I guess I was finally able to fall asleep because the next thing I was aware of it was daylight and a warm breeze was blowing in through the open balcony door. Glancing at the clock, it was just after eleven in the morning and I was due to be at work at one. I took a shower, washed my hair and got dressed. As I headed out my front door to work, I nearly tripped over a breathtakingly beautiful arrangement of 72 roses that was sitting on my doormat. It was so meticulously arranged with all the trimmings and the vase was crystal. The card was encased in a darling little envelope covered with hearts and it was scented with Lindsay's perfume. Upon reading the card, my knees buckled and my legs turned instantly to Jell-O, along with the rest of my body. My heart thumped so hard and fast that I half expected to see a protruding indention of it through my skin. A huge lump lodged in my throat and tears were racing down my cheeks, smearing my fresh mascara. "My darling Hailey: My angel and my light. You credited me with saving your life and in return, you saved mine. I never knew I could love someone so much, especially another woman. I thought that the capacity to love and be loved was a part of me that was lost forever, but you have ignited my heart, resurrected my soul and given my life purpose. You are the most beautiful creature ever to be put on this Earth and where I've often doubted and even not believed, I know now that God loves me deeply, for he has given me a treasure more precious than gold. He has given me you, to have and to hold. I love you with all my heart. Lindsay." I had to leave my car at home and take the bus for I couldn't stop crying the entire trip to work. I took the card with me and showed it to the countless people who ended up asking if I was okay as I sat balling on the bus. If only Lindsay could know how many lives she touched that day with her beautiful message. I got to work and was immediately overrun by concerned co-workers who saw how distraught I was. Showing them the card, they too were exceptionally moved by Lindsay's profession of love for me. Well, everyone except Zack; the nineteen year old wannabe gangster and juvenile delinquent who was manning the drive-thru window when I arrived. Zack had been working at the coffee shop for about six months and was constantly flirting with me. Now I have to admit that despite his wise guy attitude and overall lack of ambition, Zack was everything a young, heterosexual girl would and should be looking for in a guy. He stood a good 6'2", had a very lean and muscular build, dark brown hair and deeply embedded brown eyes to match. His voice was gravly and deep, but had a faint hint of sensuality and sexiness. Being very self-confident, Zack often came off as cocksure, even blatantly arrogant from time to time, but I have always believed that confidence is very sexy. And despite the fact that I was his boss, he was not at all dissuaded from flirting with me and that only proved my theory. As far as his job performance, he was very professional, polite, arrived early and stayed late. He was very self-sufficient, had a commanding presence and was extremely dependable under pressure. Had I been a heterosexual woman and he been at least ten years older, I might actually consider going out with him. In fact, he did ask me out at one point and I politely declined, sighting my reasons that I was his boss and that I was also eleven years older than him. When he wouldn't take no for an answer, I had no choice but to tell him I was a lesbian. "So am I. Hey, every straight guy is." He boasted in reply. After a little more playful haggling, Zack finally backed off and told me that it was a terrible shame and a waste that a chick as hot as me was a lesbian. I was almost touched. But despite my telling him that I was gay, Zack continued to flirt with me and proclaimed that he could fix me. I was never bashful about my lesbianism, for I'd known that I was gay since I was eleven years old and had openly stated that I had never been with a man sexually, nor had I any desire to. But the fact that I was a lesbian only seemed to inspire him to pursue me and I found it adorably charming. But he never made any serious advances other than just goofing around the shop and flirtatious conversation. But now suddenly that I had a serious admirer; something that I had never had for as long as I'd known Zack, I got the impression that he was jealous. It was rather flattering. I spent the day at work telling the three other girls on my shift as well as several of my regular customers the story of my incredible weekend with Lindsay Whitmore. Most all of them already knew the back story from ten years ago and then how we had become friends, so they all thought it was really beautiful how we'd now gone to the next level. Everyone kept telling me that they were so happy for me. That I was a beautiful girl, both outside and in, and that I deserved to have someone as special as Lindsay in my life. I wasn't the least bit bashful or reserved about the hot details and when I collected my tips at the end of the shift, they were higher than any other single day I'd ever had at the place. Now, I'll admit that I had ulterior motives for telling the story over and over; mainly to convince myself that what Lindsay and I were sharing was the real thing and to build up lots of ammunition to fire at my sponsor. My shift ended at six and I took the afternoon till into the office for the close out and shift end report. Like clockwork, the private house phone line in the office rang at six-fifteen on the dot. Since I had no landline phone at home and cell phones were unable to connect, the general manager of the coffee shop was kind enough to allow Marta to call the private house line every Monday night at six-fifteen. I had my schedule arranged specifically for that purpose and looked forward to her call. Between writing her letters and going to visit her once a month, a once a week phone call was the only other communication I had with Marta. While the average inmate is only allowed a fifteen minute phone call, Marta's tenure (so to speak), as well as her many years of good behavior had afforded her a few special privileges. Marta had also worked as an inmate trustee in the Deputy Warden's office for nearly four years and though I could never be certain, I think Marta and the Deputy Warden were much closer than anyone realized. I know that Marta loved me dearly, but I think more often than not I was just a trophy bitch and a young piece of meat to sexually feast on. Regardless of anything, I know that Marta was faithful to me and that if she is sleeping with the Deputy Warden, it didn't start until after I was released. Not that I could blame her if she had been cheating on me with the Deputy Warden; for a woman in her mid fifties, she is hot. Long story short, Marta was allowed sixty minute phone calls. I told Marta, in vivid detail, of my incredible passion with Lindsay and then about what my sponsor had said. Marta laughed and then asked me if my current sponsor was getting any recently. Telling her no, Marta said it was no wonder she brought that up. She's judging her insides by your outsides. Marta went on to reassure me that everything happening between me and Lindsay at this point was perfectly normal. That we had been friends for several months and that our attraction to each other had been slowly simmering up into a boil. Even though I had been boiling long before Lindsay ever even knew I existed, the fact that I was able to put those feelings aside and just enjoy being Lindsay's friend spoke volumes about how much she meant to me. The weight on my heart lifted with every word Marta spoke and the battle guns in my head finally fell silent. Marta said that when two people go from being friends to lovers, the sexual heat and passion between them is always tremendous and that contrary to popular opinion, lust is a vital and intricate part of any healthy romantic relationship. And while it was true that the alcoholic is an extremist and has tendencies to "take hostages" rather than a partner in a relationship, God never intended for us to be alone. Enjoy the incredible passion and enjoy each other's divinely given, physical sexuality, she told me. The fact that you just can't get enough of each other is exactly the way it should be right now. If it wasn't, then something is definitely wrong. The Prosecuting Attorney Ch. 02 As the hour drew to a close, I felt as though I was walking on air and I couldn't wait to get to Lindsay. Marta concluded by saying that since I had talked to just about everyone under the sun about whom the problem really didn't concern that maybe it might help to discuss it with the one person it did concern: Lindsay. But she also said to wait for a little while on that and for now, enjoy the passion this beautiful creature brings to my heart, body and soul. When the line was cut off, I hung up the phone and immediately called Lindsay's cell. My heart skipped a few beats, my stomach filled with butterflies and my breathing raced as I heard her sweet voice come on the line with: "Hello, my beautiful light." I apologized profusely for not having called earlier to thank her and I explained that the roses and her note had completely overwhelmed me to the point of not being able to speak. I heard her voice crack with tears of joy and she said that no thanks were necessary. She also told me that she had been in court all day and wouldn't have gotten the message until just now anyway. Lindsay said that she still had a lot of paper work to finish up and that she would come to my apartment as soon as she was done, probably be a least another two hours. "Do you want me to be naked when you get there?" I teased. "You better be." She hissed back. It was almost seven-fifteen when I hung up the phone and locked up the afternoon till and shift close out sheets in the safe. The night crew was already on as I came out of the office and the regular after dinner rush was in full swing. I slipped out the front door and scanned the parking lot for my car. It took me a moment to remember that I had taken the bus in today and would obviously have to take it back. As I stepped off the curb and headed across the parking lot, a late model pickup truck came to a stop directly in my path and Zack was behind the wheel. After some brief chit-chat about his schedule, I told him that I really needed to run if I was gonna catch the bus. Zack asked where I lived and then offered to give me a ride since he was heading that direction as well. Concluding that the sooner I can get home, the more time I'll have to prepare for Lindsay, I gladly accepted and hopped into the passenger side. Zack and I chatted casually as we made the near twenty minute drive to my apartment. This was the first time that Zack and I had ever spent any time together just the two of us. I have to admit that I was really impressed with his intellect and I discovered that maybe he wasn't quite the juvenile delinquent that I thought he was. He never once made a flirtatious remark the entire trip and the more he talked, the more I was able to see the real Zack and I found he was a very deep, intellegent and compassionate young man. It was nearly seven-forty-five when we pulled up to my apartment building. I thanked him for the ride, held out my hand and we shook as I opened the passenger door with the other. "Listen, Hailey." Zack said quietly. "I know that I flirt with you a lot and I really appreciate you letting me do it." "It's okay." I told him. "I actually kind of enjoy it. It's fun. It's human." "Yeah." He said. "Look, I know that I wasn't exactly in the best of moods today. I acted like an ass toward you." "No you didn't." I replied. "Yeah, I did. You see, I really do like you, Hailey. You're the coolest boss I've ever had. Not to mention the hottest. And even though you aren't in to guys, I always had hoped that maybe you might change your mind. And if you did, maybe you'd even give me a chance." He said very sincerely. I couldn't believe that this was the same kid that only a few hours ago I thought was nothing more than a juvenile delinquent and a wannabe gangster. As his big brown puppy dog eyes looked at me, I could see almost a hint of heartbreak in them and I actually felt my heart begin to ache in sympathy. Zack continued: "So when you came in today and told us all about the new woman in your life and I saw how happy you were, I got really pissed. What I wouldn't have given to be the one that could make you so happy." Zack said with his voice cracking. "Oh honey." I said as I fought back tears. Now my heart was breaking too. "But I want you to know that I'm really happy for you. Really!" He smiled. Zack swallowed hard as he struggled to get that last sentence out and then he looked out the front windshield and I could see his eyes welling with mist. By now I felt my heart being almost torn out and I was so flattered by his obviously deep affection for me. It's hard enough for a man to express himself like this, especially a young kid like Zack and I was extremely impressed with his sincerity and his courage. He knew full well that nothing but certain rejection awaited him, yet he confessed his true feelings nonetheless. I knew without a doubt that some young woman out there was one day going to be the luckiest woman alive when this very honorable young man comes into her life. Nearly swept off my feet by Zack's lovely and courageous gesture, I squeezed his hand lying on the seat between us as I leaned over and aimed my lips at his stubble covered cheek. In an instant, Zack turned his head back toward me to continue speaking and our lips came firmly together in a kiss. I don't know which one of us was more surprised. His lips were warm and soft and quivering as mine pressed against them and I could sense his body trembling. Everything seemed to be in slow motion and I felt my heart about to explode as my stomach twisted itself into an enormous knot. Nothing made sense; especially the fact that I was still kissing him. Just then I felt the tip of his tongue probing ever so gently against my lips as his hand cupped gently around the side of my jaw; the tips of his fingers gently brushing my earlobe while his thumb rested on my cheek. Except for the loving peck kisses of my father, grandfather and uncles when I was a child, I'd never felt a man's kiss. I liked it. It was not at all what I expected. With my mind racing at the speed of light, I knew that I had to do something to stop this, but I didn't know what. Then a thought raced through my mind that really freaked me out -I wasn't honestly sure that I wanted to stop. The next thing I knew, I let my lips open and Zack gently pushed his tongue in between them as I felt his other hand come to rest on my other cheek. I felt his body slide closer to me and I reflexive repositioned myself to allow him closer. At that moment I became a spectator. It was like a switch was flipped in my mind, cutting off all control over my body. I only had the power to watch and go along for the ride. My eyes, which had been open the entire time, suddenly shut and I felt my arms go up and around his neck. Zack pulled me closer, letting his arms slide down my back and wrap tightly around my torso. I scooted in closer to him and reveled in how warm and powerful his embrace was. No woman, not even Lindsay, had ever engulfed in their arms this way or made me feel so protected. With our bodies squashing firmly together, I let my hand slide through his thick hair and push his head down deeper into our kiss. My mouth opened wide and our tongues were instantly deep inside each other's mouths. A car alarm blaring suddenly pierced the night air and instantly broke the intensity of our moment. My eyes sprang open and the switch in my mind flipped back, giving me control over my body again and I pushed myself almost violently out of Zack's embrace and out of his kiss. His very warm and beautiful kiss. "No!!" I managed to shout as I pulled my mouth away from his. I forced Zack up against the door panel and his arms slapped up against the now fogging window like he'd just been order to freeze by an arresting police officer. "I'm sorry." He said. "God, I'm sorry." I scooted on my ass to the passenger door and placed my hand on my chest; my heart was thundering so hard that I could feel it vibrating in my ear drum. Both of us were panting like Olympic runners after a race and the heat inside the cab of the truck was intense. Running my hand over my face, I was shocked to see that I was sweating profusely. "Hailey, you know I'd never.." Zack continued. Without saying a word, I grabbed my purse off the floorboard, opened the door and got out. The air outside now felt about thirty degrees cooler than it had when we left the coffee shop and my clothes were clinging to my sweat basted body. "Hailey! Hailey, wait!" Zack called after me. I slammed the door and trotted up onto the sidewalk and then nearly broke into a sprint as I hit the cobblestone path leading into the courtyard of the complex. Being so overheated, the breeze fluttering over and around me was very cold as I hurried down the path toward my apartment. I heard the drivers door slam on Zack's truck and then heard him calling my name and his footsteps thumping on the cobblestone about thirty paces behind me. Making a beeline for the stairs that led up to my efficiency apartment, I listened to my racing mind shout question after question at me. I don't think I'd ever been so freaked out in my entire life. After battling with myself all day long about whether or not I was really in love or just in lust with Lindsay, here I was not more than an hour after the mental armistice had commenced, caught up in another horrific battle; only this time battling against my whole human identity and my sexual orientation. I had just been making out with a man; and really, REALLY liking it! And in truth, it really wasn't even a man, but a boy! A boy of barely nineteen years old; nearly twelve years younger than me. Not to mention that I was cheating on Lindsay Whitmore; the woman I'd desired more than anything for nearly ten years and finally won over just last night. What the hell is the matter with me? The questions began coming so fast and so loud that I could no longer interpret or even understand them. I reached the concrete steps that led up to my front door and bounded up them in twos. I reached into my purse, frantically searching for my keys and I could hear Zack bounding up the steps behind me. Everything was moving in slow motion and I was having a horrible time breathing. My fingers were searching desperately through the debris that filled my purse and I finally felt the cold steel of my key ring. Wrapping my fist around it, I pulled them up and as my hand sprang free from the depths of my seemingly bottomless purse, I felt Zack's powerful paw smack around my much smaller hand. His hand was warm as it almost completely engulfed mine. His palm was rough and callused against my fair skin and the veins in his hand were throbbing purple under a very thin layer of brown hair. We stood motionless for an agonizingly long moment and Zack slowly turned me by the hand to face him and then he comfortingly wrapped his strong hands around my biceps, just below my shoulders. By now, my whole body was shaking like an autumn leaf in the October breeze and I was practically panting. I was so confused and embarrassed that I couldn't even bring myself to look him in the face. "Hailey, listen to me." Zack said. "Look, I know I said that I was sorry back there, and I am. I'm sorry that I scared you." With my eyes planted firmly on the ground, I merely nodded my head. I had so much I wanted to say, but I couldn't even find the air to breathe, let alone speak. "But I'm not sorry for kissing you. Not sorry at all. I've wanted to do that since the first day I met you. When you hired me." He said. I could feel the tears racing down my cheeks and even watched some of them drop off my face and plummet to the floor below like the old Coyote did in the Road Runner cartoons. Zack was gently squeezing my biceps and his touch was electric. I was a complete jumbled mess of emotions, nerves, thoughts and wants. In an instant I knew exactly what I wanted and at the same time, knew nothing. This must be what hell is like. "Hailey, will you please look at me?" Zack pleaded. "I can't." I heard myself say. "Look at me, for Christ sake!" He said more forcefully. Zack tilted my head up by the chin and I instantly became a prisoner inside his deep brown eyes. They were gorgeous. "I maybe just a kid to you, but I know what I felt back there. And I know that you had to have felt it too." He said. Tears were blurring my vision, a huge knot was lodged in my throat and I couldn't get words around it. I felt my legs wobbling like Jell-O beneath me and realized that Zack was the only thing standing in the way between me and a nasty fall. "Hailey, I'm not gonna hold it back any longer. I'm crazy about you. And I want you more than anything. But if you can look me dead in the eye and tell me that you didn't feel anything between us back there, then I'll leave right now and you won't ever have to see me again, because I'll resign." He said. Zack's eyes reached so deep into my soul that I felt almost violated. At that moment, I felt the switch inside my mind get switched back to off and I was again nothing more than a spectator in my own body. I watched myself leap into Zack's arms and plunge my tongue deep into his warm and soft mouth. Zack slid his arms down my back, lifted me up off the ground and my legs whipped and locked around him instantly. In the heat of the moment I dropped my keys and purse without having unlocked my door, but Zack merely heaved our combined body weights against the door and it sprang open instantly. He carried me inside and kicked the door shut behind us, leaving my keys and purse lying on the front step. Time suddenly seemed to shift gears and went from slow motion to the speed of sound in a heartbeat, because the next thing I knew, Zack had torn every scrap of clothing from my now seething body, and I from him his. I was lying flat on my back on my mattress with my legs stretched out in a virtual split. With my burning hot pussy spread open wide, Zack was gluttonously devouring my soaking wet, swollen folds and his nose was brushing inadvertently over my hardening clit. With my mind racing in a blur of intangible thoughts, I cinched the sheets tightly in my fists and my head rolled wildly from side to side as Zack doave deeper into my honey pot. I felt my body go from being basted to completely sautéed in sweat in a matter of moments and the moans of ecstasy racing out of my mouth were almost unrecognizable to me. I no longer knew who I was and at this moment, I didn't care. Zack suddenly snapped his teeth around my now gorging clit and tugged on it gently. My back arched as my eyes spun wildly in their sockets, followed by an ear piercing shriek from deep within me. I grasped a handful of his thick but soft hair and forced him deeper into me. I had no idea that a man could be so attentive to and understanding of the wants of a woman; particularly a lesbian. After all, who knew better what a woman wants sexually than a lesbian? But who was the real lesbian here now? Him or me? Suddenly Zack spit my pussy out of his mouth and repositioned himself, pulling my legs down around his body, all the while, the two of us were panting like a couple of ravenous beasts as we stared passionately at each other. Sitting me up slightly and pulling me to him, I saw his massive manhood moving to within centimeters of my seething hole. The head was perfectly rounded and throbbing; the shaft was thick and long and laced with pulsing purple veins. I lay back on the mattress and waited breathlessly. I had completely given up trying to figure out what the hell was happening to me and just accepted the fact that I wanted this. I don't know why, I just did. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed for me except this moment and this young man that was overflowing with unfathomable passion and desire for me. Then suddenly, Zack was inside of me and my body convulsed as it had never done before. Every fiber of my physical being was instantly ravaged by an unimaginable tsunami force wave of ecstasy. Zack was very attentive to the fact that this was my first time and he was slow and easy as he slid himself into me. Sucking on the end of my finger as he went slowly inside of me, I stared up at Zack's face and his expression was a combination of incredibly sexy, adorably innocent and uncomfortably confused. Slowly, Zack began to fuck me. My pussy was spasming as his powerful manhood slid in and out of my sexual center and she soon began to douse him with her loving juices. It wasn't long before Zack was thrusting himself in and out of my womanhood with vigorous force and droves of sweat were streaming down his muscled torso and dripping like melting ice on to my stomach. From on his knees, Zack lifted my body up off the mattress and I planted my heels on the bed behind him. Supporting me with his powerful arms and hands on my back and ass, I was suddenly getting my first riding lesson. Holding on to his shoulders, I lifted my head and our eyes locked. Sweat was leaking all over his face and down his chest. My body was glistening in the soft light coming through the balcony door. The two of us were now equally thrusting the center of our sexual beings in and around the other as gasping moans echoed off the walls, along with the sound of slapping bodies. As our passion built, a soft smile came across Zack's lips and I felt a smile cross mine. The passion in his eyes was immense and I could sense that every fiber of his being was totally committed to pleasing me. The knowledge that this young man desired me so much and now that his desires were coming true only fueled my sexual flame. Suddenly, Zack's eyes rolled back into his head and his grip around me tightened tremendously. His moaning surged two octaves higher and I felt ever muscle in his body seize. Digging his fingernails deep into my skin, I flung myself backward and he let me fall on my back onto the mattress. A few more powerful but exhausted pelvic thrusts deep inside me, Zack then pulled his manhood free and it erupted in a tremendous spray of male orgasm all over my stomach and tits. Both of us let out one final gasping moan as our backs arched and our lungs strained to find air. Finally able to exhale, Zack slumped forward and most of his weight fell on top of me as we crumpled in a pile of orgasm riddled flesh on the mattress. With his face buried in the pillow just below my shoulder, I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair as his exhausted body lay seething on top of mine; all the while reveling in this extraordinary and unprecedented moment. I had just had sex with a man for the first time in my life and I loved it. Even though I still could not truly understand why or how it happened, I didn't really care. It was unlike anything I'd ever known and just knowing that I had fulfilled this sweet young man's fantasy only filled me with erotic pleasure and overflowing joy. Zack pulled his head up from the pillow and pelted my shoulders and neck with soft kisses, slowly working his way up to my lips where my mouth was waiting and we soon locked in a deep kiss. Grazing his muscle bound back with my fingernails, I gathered my strength and rolled him over on to his back, driving my tongue deep into his mouth. Finally coming up for air, I raised my body up on top of him and straddled his waist, letting my hands explore his solid chest and ripped stomach. Covered with a thick carpet of soft fur, I periodically pinched patches of his chest hair between my fingers as he gently kneaded my tits. I leaned forward and he took one of my nipples into his mouth. It wasn't long before I felt the head of his rod probing against my mound and intense tingling of desire shot through my body. Working his mouth back and forth between my rock hard nipples, I pushed him down flat on the mattress, spit in my hand and reached down between my legs, taking his manhood into my grasp. Stroking it up and down firmly, I felt it harden even more. More on fire with passion that I ever dreamed possible, I rose up on my knees and slipped the pulsing head into my slit. My eyes spun as I slowly lowered my body down, feeling my inner walls consume the thick, vein-laced shaft. Suddenly the room filled with blinding light and my head spun over my shoulder to behold Lindsay standing just inside the door, holding my purse and keys in her hand. The Prosecuting Attorney "Lindsay." I said softly as I smiled at her. Lindsay ran her hand through her hair and was inhaling and exhaling slowly and deeply as she lowered her head. Now her whole body appeared to be shaking. "You just thanked me for saving your life. And in doing that, I think you just might have saved my life." Lindsay said. Lindsay looked back up at me and to my surprise, her eyes were puffy, bloodshot and tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Oh my God!" I said. "What's wrong?" Lindsay went on to explain through droves of tears that she was now a private defense attorney and that nobody she had ever defended or represented had ever thanked her for anything. Never once for keeping them out of jail or getting them out of a lawsuit, nothing! So to have me come up and thank her for sending me to prison completely blew her away. Lindsay continued, ultimately pouring her heart out to me that she was recently divorced after an eleven year marriage. That her husband told her that he could no longer be number two behind her career. They never had children and he wanted to have a family and knew that she could never find the time for it. Lindsay also went on to say that she hated being a defense counselor. She confessed that she hadn't had a good nights' sleep in years because so many of the clients she defended were the scum of the Earth and guilty of everything they were accused of. Yet, she had gotten them off; all in the name of making money. She was sick to her stomach about it and could hardly bare to look at herself in the mirror anymore. Now she was terribly lonely since her husband left and suffering from serious depression. She had even been having thoughts of suicide. Lindsay chained smoked three cigarettes to my one and as she finished pouring her heart out, she reached her hand across the table and took mine tightly in her grip. "Nobody has said anything that kind to me in years." Lindsay said. "And it means more to me than you can possibly imagine; because it gave me hope for the first time in years. And it's exactly what I needed to inspire me to keep on going with this life. Thank you." By now, I was in tears myself as I squeezed Lindsay's sensual hand on the table. We were both laughing and crying at the same time. I stood up suddenly and she immediately followed suit and we embraced, both of us sobbing in each other's arms. I don't exactly know what I was expecting when I first came up to her this morning, but it was definitely not this. I learned a very valuable lesson in that you can never under estimate the value of telling somebody how they've affected your life. Because no matter how insignificant you or they may believe it was, its recognition at that moment might be the very thing they need to keep them going and bring them hope. Lindsay and I held each other for quite awhile and it wasn't long before I realized how good her body felt pressed up against me. She was warm, soft and very sensual, and I was soon becoming disgusted with myself because I was getting turned on. This poor woman was falling apart and was entrusting me with her heart and soul; how could I be getting hot? It wasn't right. Then I realized that I was only human and that it was a natural response when you're this physically close to a member of the opposite sex. Only problem was she wasn't a member of the opposite sex and she didn't know my sexual orientation. I almost felt like I was cheating on a test. As I stood there mind-fucking myself over this, Lindsay suddenly pulled out of our embrace and planted a quick but firm kiss on my lips. The spark I felt on contact was tremendous and my heart skipped about seven beats as my stomach somersaulted and leapt into my throat. "Thank you for everything!" Lindsay said, smiling sweetly. I could feel my face flushing faster than the water rushing out of a flushing toilet as my heart jumped back into rhythm and began pounding furiously. "You're welcome." I smiled back. "And thank you." Lindsay and I exchanged phone numbers, she gave me another big hug and then I went back inside and back to work. Over the next few months, Lindsay came by the coffee shop almost daily and I arranged my breaks so that I could visit with her. We talked on the phone constantly and started hanging out together in our off hours; going shopping, eating out, going to the movies and other activities. We were becoming very good friends. As I was studying law, Lindsay became a wonderful tutor for me and we spent hours talking about my studies. I shared with Lindsay all about my journey through recovery and she was very interested to learn how the twelve step program worked. I actually ended up taking her through the twelve steps and watched with awe as she applied the spiritual principles and her life began to change dramatically for the better. Lindsay gave up being a defense counselor and got her job back in the District Attorney's Office. Finally one day over lunch, the subject of my sex life came up. Lindsay wanted to know why I'd never been married nor had children. I excused myself from the table and went into the ladies room to collect myself and pray for guidance. I went back to the table and I told Lindsay the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God. As it turned out, Lindsay was very receptive and actually rather curious about lesbianism. I told her all about Marta and how I still communicated with her; and that Marta had told me before I got out that I would need to leave the past behind and find a new love in the real world. Lindsay got tears in her eyes as I told her the story. It was on an afternoon in mid December that I got a call from my friend who owned his own limo and private car service. His regular driver had called in sick and he needed me to drive a very prominent citizen and his date to a Christmas party that evening. Since I had no plans and could use the money, I suitted up in my best black suit and crossover tie, grabbed my hat and headed over to pick up the car I would be driving. It was a brand new jet black Lincoln Town Car, loaded to the gills with all the features and a posh leather interior. I drove into one of the wealthiest areas of Miami to pick up my prominent passenger and his date at his home. As I pulled up the cobblestone driveway to the enormous home, the man was already waiting outside with his date on his arm. I put the car in park, jumped out and hurried around to open the backseat door for them. The man was in his early fifties and decked out in a splendid Armani tuxedo; and his date was Lindsay! As my eyes fell on her, I almost forgot how to breathe. She looked more beautiful than a fairy tale princess, donning a gorgeous black, strapless evening gown with stunning silver lining that sparkled in the soft moonlight. Her hands and arms were covered in beautiful white gloves that went all the way up to the center of her biceps. She wore a breathtaking string of pearls around her neck. "Good evening sir." I said as I opened the door. My heart was racing and I could hardly breathe as Lindsay had me completely captivated. I felt my whole body tingle with heat as my pussy flushed. "Good evening." He replied with a smile. "Madam." I smiled at Lindsay. "Good evening." She smiled back. The man placed his hand on the small of Lindsay's beautifully lined back and gently nudged her forward to get in first. As she stepped into the backseat, Lindsay smiled at me again and winked. I didn't speak a word as I drove them to their destination a few miles away, but my eyes kept sneaking peeks in the rear view mirror. The man spent most of his time on his cell phone, so Lindsay was unoccupied and free to spot me gazing at her in the mirror. She winked at me several times and I would quickly look away. I heard her giggle a couple of times when it happened and began to wonder: Is she teasing me? We arrived at yet another enormous mansion behind a line of limos and other private cars. I again opened the backseat door and the man stepped out and then helped Lindsay out. They joined arms and headed up the front steps toward the door. As they did, Lindsay casually looked over her shoulder at me, smiled and winked yet again. I pulled around to the side of the house, parked the car and waiting with all the other drivers until I was paged to return to the front for pick up. I paced around the car for awhile and smoked a cigarette or two as I kept picturing Lindsay over and over in my mind. I don't think I'd ever seen a more beautiful woman. I guess I must have really gotten lost in my thoughts, because the next thing I knew my pager was going off telling me to report to the front door with the car immediately. I checked my watch and realized that two hours had passed. I drove back around to the front of the house where I'd dropped them off, but soon realized I was the only car going. Something was wrong. When I arrived, the man was standing on the curb practically holding Lindsay on her feet. I jumped out and hurried around to find the man fuming and Lindsay to be extremely drunk. I opened the door and the man shoved Lindsay in the backseat and slammed the door. He handed me a fifty dollar bill and told me to take her home. He then went on to say that I need not return for him and he stormed back off into the mansion. I hurried back around the car and climbed into the driver's seat. I looked over the seat and I saw Lindsay laying on her side and giggling. I put the car in drive and drove off. Let me get her out of here now and try to find out what happened later I thought. Lindsay fell silent not long after we left the mansion and I wanted to glance over my shoulder to check on her, but the traffic was rather thick at that moment. As I came to a stop for a red light, I suddenly felt a hand gently stroke my hair. I glanced over my shoulder to see that Lindsay was leaning up against the front seat, resting her chin on her left arm, smiling sweetly and running the fingers of her right hand through my hair. "Are you okay?" I asked. "I'm fine." She said. "Much better now." "Boy, if I could've sobered up as fast as you just have I would've never had to quit drinking." I said. "Actually, I didn't sober up that fast. I was never drunk to begin with." Lindsay said. "What?" I barked. "I faked it." She said. "You faked it?" I asked. Lindsay went on to explain that it was the most tedious and tantalizing event she'd ever been to and that her date was an asshole of epic proportions. She took one mouth full of champagne to put the smell of alcohol on her breath and then proceeded to fake being completely hammered. She knew her date would be totally humiliated and want to get her out of there immediately. But since this event meant potentially hundreds of thousands of dollars in profit to him, he wouldn't dare leave himself. He'd simply stick her back in the car and have the driver take her home. "You're crazy!" I laughed. "I know." Lindsay said heartedly. "Besides, I'd rather spend time with you tonight." Lindsay threw her left hand around to my left shoulder, slid her right hand on my right shoulder and rested her head on it. "So you went through all that just for me?" I asked. "I most certainly did." She said and she kissed me on the cheek. I felt a chill of thrill and an extremely comforting flash of tingling heat pass through my body. "So, you want me to take you home?" I asked. "Actually, why don't we go to your place? I've still yet to see it." Lindsay said. I had been to Lindsay's place several times over the course of our friendship, but it was true; she'd never been to mine. Not that I was ashamed of it, or so I told myself. Lindsay lived in a lavish penthouse in downtown Miami; it had a magnificent view of both the city and the Atlantic Ocean. I, on the other hand, lived in the same small efficiency apartment that I had moved into right out of my parents' house. It was one room that encompassed kitchen, living room and bedroom all in one with a small bathroom and a tiny balcony that looked down on the complex swimming pool and playground. Okay, I was ashamed of it. I tried to convince her otherwise, but Lindsay really wanted to see where I lived. Twenty minutes later I was unlocking the door and ushering Lindsay inside. Lindsay sat down on the edge of my bed and slipped off her arm gloves. I kicked off my shoes and opened the fridge to offer her something to drink and realized I had nothing. Lindsay said a cup of coffee would be wonderful and I immediately set up the brewer as we chatted. Once the brewer got going, I told Lindsay to make herself at home and turn on the TV if she wanted while I took a shower and changed my clothes. As I went into the bathroom, I saw Lindsay slipping off her shoes. Once in the bathroom, I took off my jacket then turned on the water in the shower to warm it up. I stepped back over to the mirror, let down my hair, unbuttoned and slipped off my blouse. The water got hot very quickly and steam almost immediately flooded the tiny bathroom, fogging up the mirror. As my blouse hit the floor, I reached up and wiped off the mirror with my hand only to nearly jump completely out of my skin. Lindsay was standing directly behind me as I saw in the mirror. "Oh my God!" I shouted. "Lindsay, what are you...?" "Shhhh." Lindsay said. "Don't say a word." The look on Lindsay's face was indescribable; it was full of lust and desire. Before I could turn around, Lindsay gently placed her hands on my bare shoulders and began to massage them. Her touch was electric and a powerful charge of lust coursed through my body. Lindsay slowly ran her sensual hands down my bare arms and began pelting my shoulders and neck with gentle kisses. She pressed the front of her body firmly against my back; the soft fabric of her evening gown felt divine against my bare back and the silver lining tickled ever so slightly. Lindsay then wrapped her arms around me and gently cupped my breasts in her hands. The warmth of her body was almost completely engulfing me as she began to gently knead and massage my breasts. I let out a tender moan and tilted my head to the side as Lindsay was now running her warm tongue up the side of my neck and began to suck on my earlobe. By now my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would break out of my chest any second. Lindsay unsnapped the front of my bra and her warm hands slid around my bare breasts. I lifted my arm up and around Lindsay's head, placing my hand on the back of her head and released the braid in her hair. I could see her hair gently drape down over her shoulders in the mirror. Lindsay raised her hand to my chin, turned my head toward her, our mouths opened and we kissed deeply. Our lips locked tightly around each other and our tongues danced around slowly and gently inside each other's mouth. Between the hot steam rising out of the shower and the fiery heat of our bodies, I felt myself practically melting into Lindsay. We broke from our kiss and Lindsay slowly pulled my bra back off my arms and let it drop to the floor. She wrapped her arms around me again and sucked on my neck. My eyes reeled in my head as my head fell back on her shoulder and I felt Lindsay slowly run her hands down the front of my body and she undid my belt. She then unbuttoned my slacks and slowly slipped one of her hands down inside them and began to rub the delicate fabric of my panties with her fingertips. "Take your pants off." Lindsay whispered in my ear. Nearly delirious with lust and unbridled ecstasy, I unzipped my slacks and let them drop to the floor around my ankles. Lindsay stepped back slightly and I heard her unzipping her gown as I caressed one of my breasts with one hand while I slipped the other into my panties and gently rubbed my soaking pussy. I had wanted this woman for ten years and I couldn't believe that it was finally coming true; I was about to make love to Lindsay Whitmore. Lindsay slunk her gown down to the floor and she slunk her body down with it. Watching almost breathlessly from above and sucking my own pussy juice off my finger, Lindsay took off and tossed her strapless bra on to the floor. Now all that remained on her heavenly body were her silk nylons, her black lace thong and the garter straps connecting her nylons to the beautiful black lace garter belt wrapped around her pristine hour glass waist. Lindsay lifted my legs one at a time and pulled my slacks off my ankles and tossed them aside. Lindsay then ran her hands slowly up the sides of my legs while her warm tongue went up the back of one of them. She curled her fingers under the waist line of my panties and slowly pulled them down and off. Still crouched down behind me, Lindsay turned me around and slowly ran her tongue up the front of my right leg; beginning at my knee, up over my thigh, up my abdomen to in between my breasts. Lindsay took one of my rock hard nipples in her fingers and pulled on it while she wrapped her incredibly hot and succulent lips around the other. I grabbed a handful of her dampening hair and felt her tits rubbing firmly into my stomach as she sucked on my nipple. Lindsay then switched nipples and I scraped my fingernails up and down her sweating back as I moaned. Lindsay then continued running her tongue up my chest, my neck, over my chin and finally slipped it deep into my mouth. As we kissed, she lifted me up off the floor and set me on the sink. I could feel the damp and slick porcelain pressing hard on my ass. Lindsay pulled out of our kiss and ran her tongue all the way back down the front of my body as I spread my legs wide. I rubbed my drenched pussy and then sucked the juice off my fingers as Lindsay slowly lowered down to her knees and ran her tongue around the inside of my thighs. I felt Lindsay's tongue sliding down my thighs to the edges of my pulsating pussy and I grabbed the sides of the hard porcelain sink. Lindsay spread my pussy lips wide and gently ran the tip of her tongue over the bright pink skin inside me. I wrapped my legs over Lindsay's shoulders as she teased the sheath of my clit with her fingernail. The sink began to shake as my body tensed and trembled. My now throbbing clit popped out of its sheath and Lindsay wrapped her arms around my thighs and hips as she flicked my clit with her tongue. My head rolled back into the glass of the mirror and my grip became so tight on the sink I thought it may soon rip off the wall. Lindsay then ran her tongue deep inside my quivering hole, moving it up and down slowly. Lindsay then wrapped her lips tightly around my whole pussy and buried her nose into my pubic hair as my hand grabbed the back of her head and pushed her deeper into me. My entire body trembled as I strained against the seizing tension of every muscle in my body to try and breathe. Lindsay then wrapped her luscious lips around my gorging clit and sucked it hard, occasionally nipping and pulling it with her teeth. Lindsay took her mouth off my pussy, sucked on the middle finger of her right hand as she pinched my clit between the fingers of her left. She slid her finger deep inside me and fucked me hard with it while she continued pinching and massaging my clit. With every muscle in my body straining ferociously against the sink and practically on the verge of tears, I wailed a piercing scream of ecstasy as my back arched up and outward. The porcelain of the sink rattled hard against the wall as my head slammed back into the mirror, cracking it. Lindsay pulled her finger out of me and placed her mouth right on top of my gushing pussy. "Cum for me, baby!" Lindsay hissed. "Cum all over my mouth." And I did just that. Then as my body relaxed and I slumped down into the sink, Lindsay ran her fingers and lips all over my drenched pussy, sucking and wiping up all my cum. As I gasped for air, Lindsay slowly ran her tongue back up the front of my body as she rose to her feet and we were soon face to face. With cum glistening on her lips and chin, I wrapped my mouth around her chin, sucking and licking it off. The Prosecuting Attorney "You like the taste of your pussy?" Lindsay asked. "Mmmmmm!" I muffled. Then I slid my tongue deep into her mouth. Kissing deeply, Lindsay wrapped her arms around me and lifted me out of the sink. I wrapped my legs tightly around her torso, our tits squashed firmly against each other and she carried me out of the bathroom to my bed. Lindsay lay me down on the bed and our damp, entwined bodies rolled around on the dry sheets, still locked in the deep kiss. The air in the main room was cool compared to the steaming hot bathroom, but by now our bodies were on fire with passion. I rolled up on top of Lindsay and slowly pulled out of the kiss, caressed her forehead and gazed deep into her beautiful eyes. Her firm damp body and beautiful tits felt like heaven pressed underneath me. I could feel the soft lace of her garter belt against my abdomen, the delicate fabric of her thong and the nylons still on her legs. "I may not have been earlier, but now I do feel buzzed." Lindsay said as she gazed into my eyes and caressed my cheek. "You feel buzzed?" I said and we both giggled. There was a long moment of silence as we just stared into each other's eyes and caressed each other's faces. "God, you're so beautiful." Lindsay whispered finally. "Mmmm, right back at you, counselor." I whispered. We fell into another deep kiss and gently rubbed against each other. "Permission to get the prosecutor completely naked, your honor?" I whispered playfully. "By all means." Lindsay whispered back. I kissed her. "Thank you. Now roll over." I ordered. I sat up and Lindsay rolled her beautiful glistening body over on to her stomach. I unhooked the garter straps and slowly pulled her nylons off one at a time, taking time to suck on her toes. Once I had both her nylons off, I slid my hands up her immaculately smooth and long legs, curled my fingers around the dental floss thin side strings of her thong and pulled it down. Lindsay lifted her ass up just enough and I slid her thong down her legs and off. Tossing it on the floor, I slowly ran my tongue up the back of her leg, relishing its softness and warmth. Spreading her legs wide, I slipped my body down between them and spread her ass cheeks; staring now at her beautiful, completely shaven pussy. Lying down between her legs and holding her ass cheeks wide, I plunged my mouth and tongue deep into her pussy. Lindsay was soaking wet and incredibly sweet. I listened to her moaning steadily increase the deeper and faster I ate. Her hands ran across the sheets, grasping handfuls at a time. I then ran my tongue straight up the outsides of her lips and up to her asshole, rimming it at first and then plunging my tongue in as deep as I could. I could feel her body seize as she struggled to find breath. Lindsay raised her ass high and higher off the mattress as her orgasm approached. I immediately pulled out of her ass and shoved her back down flat on the mattress. I unhooked the lace garter belt and pulled it off; now she was completely naked except for the string of pearls around her neck. I ran my tongue up the center line of her back and then rubbed the front of my body all over it. I took the string of pearls from the back and pulled it tightly around her neck, lifting her head up and Lindsay exhaled a deep erotic moan. "You like that, baby?" I hissed right in her ear. "Oh Yeah." She wailed softly. "Then you're gonna love this." I said. I sat up and straddled her right leg. I grabbed one of the nylons still lying beside us, pulled Lindsay's arms behind her back and tied her wrists together with the nylon. I took the lace garter belt and ran it under her left leg and then threaded it between her pussy lips. I took one end of the garter in each hand and rubbed it up and down between her pussy lips as I rubbed my pussy on the back of her leg. I fucked her leg harder and faster, feeling my rock hard clit rubbing on her skin. I ran the garter belt through her pussy lips faster and faster, stopping every so often to spank her right cheek. Lindsay's whole body was quivering as she moaned and panted wildly. Finally I jerked the garter belt completely out and held it up to her mouth. "Stick your tongue out, baby. Taste your pussy." I hissed. Lindsay complied and practically devoured the soaking wet garter belt. I rolled Lindsay over on her back, still with her wrist tied, pressed my body firmly down on top of hers and we kissed deeply. I slid my tongue down to her tits and sucked wildly on her absolutely perfect round, light pink nipples. They were harder than nails and succulently delicious as I rolled them between my lips. Lindsay is strong and she broke the nylons, freeing her arms. She then rolled me over on my back and we repositioned our bodies, spreading our legs wide like scissors and slid together, pressing our drenched pussies against each other. Taking hold of each other's hand, we rubbed and pounded our pussies together wildly. Faster and faster, harder and harder, screaming and wailing at the top of our lungs, panting feverishly with sweat streaming down our bodies in droves and drenching the sheets. We bumped uglies to the brink of utter physical exhaustion and then collapsed flat on our backs on the sweat and cum laden sheets. As I stared up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath, I suddenly felt Lindsay's hand stroking my leg. Her touch was electric and it rekindled my flame of passion. I rolled over and up on my knees, turned and straddled Lindsay's face with my pussy as I went down and plunged my mouth and tongue deep into hers. The sixty-nine was so intense that I came close to hyperventilating. Even though Lindsay had claimed early in our friendship to never have been with a woman before, she was a natural at it. As I came to climax, Lindsay was sucking on my gorging clit as she was ramming her finger in and out of my asshole. Spewing cum all over her mouth again, I still managed to keep biting and sucking her clit. Lindsay suddenly jerked her finger out of my ass and wailed as I got a face full of her delicious cum. She dug her fingernails deep into the skin of my ass cheeks. With our bodies drenched in sweat and our faces covered in each other's cum, I turned slowly around and collapsed on top of Lindsay's seething hot and sweaty body. Lindsay wrapped her arms around me and held me as we both began to calm down and catch our breath. I rested my head on Lindsay's chest, pressing my ear to it and heard her heart pounding wildly deep inside her. It was the most beautiful, soothing and intensely erotic sound I think I've ever heard. Lindsay was gently running her hands through my hair as I shut my eyes and continued to listen to her heart beat. When I woke up, I could still hear Lindsay's heart beating, only now it was soft and steady. As I opened my eyes, I found that I was still wrapped in her arms, lying on top of her naked body. The faint morning sunlight was coming through the curtained windows on the balcony doors. I raised my head and saw that Lindsay was sound asleep and the look on her face almost brought tears of joy to my eyes. She looked so incredibly peaceful and serene as she slept. Almost like an angel on Christmas morning. I gently slid off her and then up beside her on my side, resting my head on my hand. I ever so gently ran my finger along the crest of her forehead, just below her hairline and then down to her soft cheek. Lindsay stirred gently, opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. Her head turned to me and her lips filled with a beautiful smile. "Mmmm, good morning." She whispered. "Hi." I said. We kissed. "Have you been awake long?" She asked. "Oh, for a little while." I replied. "And what have you been doing?" She asked. "Just watching you sleep." I replied. "Really?" Lindsay whispered. "Am I that exciting?" "No." I said with a smile. "You're just that beautiful." Lindsay caressed my cheek and we just gazed deeply at each other for a long and perfect moment. "Are you hungry?" I finally asked. "Starving." She relied. I started to get out of bed, but Lindsay grabbed me and rolled up on top of me. "What are you doing?" I asked. "I thought you said you were hungry." "I am. For you." She replied. "Oh my God." I said as Lindsay started kissing my neck. "I think this is gonna be the greatest day of my life!" Lindsay suddenly stopped kissing my neck and looked at me deeply. "No! I think this is just gonna be the first day of the rest of our lives." Lindsay said. "I love you!" I felt tears of joy welling in my eyes. "I love you too." I said. And we fell into a deep kiss.