0 comments/ 41929 views/ 22 favorites Civic Duty By: MercuryLove31 I rolled over to look out of the window, frowning at the sound of chirping birds, and then glanced over at the clock. I shouldn't complain, right? After all, everyone had been bitching and moaning about the dark, cold, snowy winter months. Chirping birds meant spring...and ultimately summer. So what if it was 8:30 in the morning? The birds weren't governed by human clocks...fucking birds. There was no point in lying in bed, even though it was my day off, so I swung my legs off of my comfy futon and headed for the shower. I took a moment to appreciate the quaint studio. I liked the studio. The main room was huge. It had oversized windows that allowed for lots of sunlight, gorgeous hard wood floors that had recently been tended to, pristine butter cream walls...well, the wall color was my ex's favorite color, not mine. But the landlord painted this apartment, not me. The bathroom was just as nice, very spacious, a deep, claw-foot tub that easily accommodated my six-foot frame, an old fashioned sink with a porcelain base and separate faucets for hot and cold water (it took me months to adjust to that), and a gorgeous mosaic tile mermaid design on the main bathroom wall. I took the apartment because it was close to my job, moderately priced, spacious and sunny. Considering I was confined to a windowless, drab office all day, where my idiotic boss refused to allow any of us to brighten up our cubicles with personal knickknacks, I simply had to have colors and light at home. Not to mention, it was pretty far from the quaint little house I had shared with my ex in the burbs. In fact, center city Philadelphia was as extreme a contrast as I could get without switching jobs. While I loved the bathroom, I didn't waste much time in there. It was already Tuesday and I only had four days left to my week of vacation. I didn't do anything but sleep all day yesterday, so I didn't intend to waste another day. I was going to shop till I dropped today. I had a list of CDs and books I'd been meaning to buy for months and now I finally had the time. I rolled my eyes when the phone rang. I knew who it was. I loved this lady, but she really did drive me crazy. I pulled on a pair of form fitting jeans before snatching up the cordless phone. "Hi Ma." She hated when I called her "ma." She preferred "mother" or "mom." I didn't give a shit. Besides, I loved to torment her. "Kennifer Amelia Lewis, why didn't you call me back yesterday?" My mother's insistence on using my full name, however, brought me out of my playful mood right away. "Mom, I told you I was tired. I worked on that project until 2am Monday. I had to finish it before my vacation. I slept the entire day!" I was whining, I knew it. Sheesh, what this lady did to me was absolutely amazing. "And you were too tired to find out if your mother needed something? What if I was dying and needed a ride to the hospital?" I rolled my eyes again, "Mom, you live in Northern New Jersey. I hope you would call 911. I'm sure an ambulance would get to you in less time." "And now you have nothing but sarcasm and hostility for your mother? Is that how I raised you?" I sighed again, what was the point? I was 35 years old and my mother could still make me feel like I was right around six. So I slipped into "good daughter" mode and placated my mommy, settling in to listen to the list of complaints she always had. She just wanted someone to talk to, that's all. Her sister was on some cruise, my Dad had died about five years ago...she was probably lonely. I just wish she didn't annoy the hell out of me. She launched into the local gossip. Did she forget she'd moved there after Dad died and I had no idea who these people were? Next? Demands to know what I planned to do with the rest of my vacation. And finally, ah, there it was, the request for a visit. I managed to wiggle out of it strategically, but that would only buy me another day or two at most. I hadn't been up there in about two months, claiming I was too busy. It was time to pay my dues. I really was a shitty daughter... Okay, the chat only cost me thirty minutes. Cool. I pulled on a black tee-shirt, a leather jacket, quickly brushed my closely cropped hair (I was virtually bald with just a little peach fuzz on my scalp, but damn if it didn't look good on me). I smiled at my dark chocolate reflection and then hurried from the apartment before the phone rang again. Civic Duty When I walked into the police station I noticed a lowering in the chatter from the young handsome offices in the room. A quick look around let me noticed many of the eyes were on me. Again let me say a gal with a big pair of tits, old and saggy or not will catch the eye of a guy every time. Married or not the eyes have it. I have been told I can pass for fifty easily even if I am mid-sixties. I have exchanged pictures with many of my readers and a few women readers have said they hope they can look this good at my age. But if I read between the lines I believe what my female readers are saying is I hope I can get fucked like you Wilda when I get to your age. I have even been told by some of my female readers they don't seem to be able to get laid not matter what they try and want advice from me. I don't give advice, I don't chat but I will e-mail when I have time. I have met and remain friends with several people and couples I have met via my story... Now back to this story and how I got to serve on a jury. I had not planed on going out that day back a coupe of years when this all started. It was in July, a hot day, a humid day and I just did not want to fight with the heat that day. Besides I had showered early, inserted my polished little stainless balls while I walked around the house nearly naked. I was going to write that day and I often write in the nude. As I write I see in my mind what I am writing about as if I were back in time doing it all over again. So if I am nude I can wiggle a finger tip across my clit and warm up my words as I write. You get idea. Two things had happened a few days before this. One was I had witnessed an accident and the ensuing fight between the drivers. A real knock down drag out fist fight. The other thing was I got a notice to report for jury duty. One I had enjoyed and one was not something I wanted to get involved in. I am retired and I do have some time on my hands but jury duty is one thing that can go on for some times and once your involved there is no way to get out of it regardless of what you might have to do in your own personal life. If there is one thing I do; I do enjoy is my personal life. Day or night if I can get personal I do it. Hell what else have I to do. I love to see men naked and they seem to enjoy me the same way. I get a real thrill out of being wanted by men. I like to show off and I do have a few special talents for my own and there enjoyment. In other words I love to have sex, I lust after sex and yes I love just about anything two people can do for and to one another. God; I love what three people can do together if I am the center piece. Sex is just so much fun. If people would just admit it everyone enjoys good sex and any sex is good just some is better then others. Any women can have sex if she just shows how much she likes it and give the guy a few good moans to show her approval. Big, small, pretty or not any woman can have sex if she really wants it. I of course say this with the idea in mind that there are many ways to have and enjoy sex. I know one rather very large lady that gives such great head the guys just go wild over. So sex is sex for any one to enjoy in there own way in there own good time. The phone rang and as I answered it I stood looking at my naked reflection in the glass doors that lead out on to the back deck. I was a little hippy but my small waist made the hips look kind of sexy and my legs are not fat at all but slim and shapely. The voice on the phone was male but not one I knew. It turned out to be a police officer and he very kindly asked if I could come down to the station and make a statement about what I saw when the accident happen and the following fight. I told him I could make it after lunch and I would be there about one o'clock. He sounded very male and very sexy. Gee, maybe this day would turn out to be a great day heat and all. I thought of a room full of young sexy men and me. It just doesn't get any better than that. I had thought it might be fun to dress a little sexy when I go to the police station. At my age we old girls can get away with a lot and still give the younger guys a few ideas. My bra was a Victoria's secret low cut push-mm up type and it was dark red. My blouse was a thin summery material that let the full out line of my red bra show through nicely. My skirt was just above the knee so my legs were there for the whole world to see. My blonde hair was pulled back and held in back with a bright Mother of pearl clip. My lip gloss was also a dark red. Today was my red (hot) day... The young officer I talked to at the front desk looked me over gave a smile as approval and walked me through the large office to the private office of a Sergeant Gifford. Sgt Gifford stood as I was shown in and with a smile came around his desk to hold my hand. Not shake but to hold my hand. Our eyes met and for a long few seconds we both smiled like the proverbial happy cat. Gifford was in his early fifties; short maybe five seven, barrel chest, snow white hair combed back with a few waves in it. He was not fat but very athletic. This was reflected in every movement. I stood there letting him hold my hand as I got all warm down there between my legs. I let my eyes drop slowly so he was fully aware of what I was looking at and saw his trousers were nicely pushed out in front. My smile got wider and my eyes got brighter. I wanted this man to know I was happy to see I was woman enough to get him all fired up. It's a girl thing. I took a seat at the side of his desk and when I crossed my legs I let him get a good look at my blonde hairy crotch, That's; right no panties. I watched as he swallowed hard and squirmed in his chair. He started to ask me a question twice before he could get it out. He then averted his eyes and reluctantly got down to business. With a few more questions he scribbled on a form then asked if I would come with him to a room where I could see through a one way glass and see if I could identify one of the two men that got into the fight. Gifford showed me down a narrow hall and into a small room that was nearly dark. A light came on on the other side of the glass window lighting up our side a little. Gifford was standing so close his chest was touching my shoulder. I let my arm hang naturally and sure enough my hand came right down to rest comfortably on his full erection. He was telling me to take a good look and see if I could point out the man in question. I turned to him took a solid grip on his cock and said "God I would love to suck your cock." He looked into my sleepy sexy eyes and said "Why don't I lock the door and fuck you right here." "Good Idea," I said. He switched on a microphone told the men on the other side of the glass to go. I hiked up my skirt up around my waist, turned around, bent over holding on to a chair back. I heard a zipper going down and three seconds later I felt a hard cock head pressing into my wet pussy. Gifford was ready to fuck, I was ready to be fucked and we both gave it our all for about six minutes. I wanted to scream my head off but only bit my lip and felt a river of warm liquid run down my legs. Half was Gifford's and half was my own. He jerked hard into me a few times and slowed to a stop. I quickly turned around dropped to my knees and sucked his lovely cock clean of our conjoined juices. He very lovingly held my head between his powerful hands and moaned sweetly. I started to have greater respect for our police officers. My civic duty done I was shown out through the large office and watched as heads turned. My lip gloss was smeared and my hair was not as neat as it had been. But the smile on my face and that of Sgt Gifford was telling the world we had done our duties together. He opened my car door and I once again flashed him with my dripping cunt as I slipped into my Jaguar. He said "Mrs. Raven I may need to see you again. May I call you?" "Of course. Any time." I said as I closed my door and hooked up my seatbelt so it neatly fit between my tits. It was only two thirty and I had been bad again. I don't know why I do these things but it always seems to happen with out planning. But it had been fun and isn't that what life should be all about in our 'Golden year." I decided to stop for an afternoon drink at the Stark hotel as long as I was down town. They have a great lunch menu and the bar is always busy at noon but maybe less occupied this time of day. I parked out back in the shade of a large Oak tree and came in through the back. The back section of the lounge was dark and I paused a moment to let my eyes adjust to the light. I let my eyes adjust and there to my right in a booth was my dear friend Karen Barr. Karen like me is a single lady. She is divorced and I a widow. Karen was sitting close to a tall slender man with silver gray hair and at the moment he had a wide smile on his handsome face. There was no way I could get passed them with out them seeing me so I may as well stop and say hello. "Hello; Karen." I said stopping at the end of the table. Karen looked up but did not move her hand from the guy's crotch. "Well God damn Wilda. How are you?" Turning to the man she said "Judge I want you to meet my dearest girlfriend Wilda Raven." Then she went on "Wilda my love, I want you to meet Jude Harris. He is the judge that gave me my wonderful divorce settlement." And she laughed. The Judge half stood reached across the table offering me a hand. I took his hand. "Nice to meet you Judge." Karen said "Wilda sit down join us." I looked at the judge and he nodded to a space next to him. I sat. I quickly got filled in on how they met after her divorce and I figured that they had been here drinking a while as they both were just a little tipsy. My drink was ordered and we fell into a hushed conversation about how they had become good friends. The judge was not much of a conversationalist but he was not slow about getting to the point of there meeting this afternoon. He took my hand and placed it on top of Karen's while she massaged his hard cock. "Judge you're so bad." I said laughing. Two more drinks into my unfed stomach and I was just as tipsy as my friends. Karen leaned into the judge's ear and said "Wilda is the best cock-sucker in town." He straightened up and said "Not better then you surely!" Twenty minutes later I was naked bent over the judge showing him just how good a cock-sucker I am. The judge was on his back legs splayed wide apart with me on all four bending over with his cock in my mouth. Karen was on her back up between his legs with her mouth sucking on my wet cunt. Karen took about two good licks and said "God Wilda you've been fucked already today." Then she went back to licking cum out of my cunt and sucking on my clitoris. I was getting hot but Karen reminded me that the judge was seventy and only good for one fuck and she needed it. So I stopped short of sucking him off and let Karen move up and sit down over his cock while it was still hard. I watched her ride the judge to a mutual climax. I sat next to them and fingered myself to a climax. They were still sleeping off the drinks and the fuck as I dressed and left. I made it home with out getting a ticket for DUI and parked in my drive. I went around back to go in through the kitchen door. There on my back porch was Tommy Walker my yard boy. Tommy is the son of a friend down the block. Tommy is home from college for the summer and needed to earn a few dollars for summer spending money. I said "Oh, shit." Tommy said "Hi Mrs. Raven. I could not get started on the lawn; the garage was locked up so thought I would wait." "Tommy; I am so sorry I had to go to the police station and forgot all about it being your day to do the lawn. Come on in and I'll give you the key to the garage." I went to move past Tommy up the steps and hooked my toe. Tommy caught me and kept me from falling head first into the steps. He is a strong boy with large hands. I understand he is a football player so I guess that accounts to his tight grip on my tits. "Are you alright Mrs. Raven?" Tommy said excitedly. "Oh, how stupid of me. I think I twisted my ankle. Help me in the house Tommy." I asked as I enjoyed his manly grip on my tits. I had been fucked, I had joined my friends for a fun session in the hotel room but no time had my tits been happily played with. I was enjoying this tit feeling immensely. Before he could remove his hands from my tits I place my hands over his as I limped up the last three stairs. I fumbled in my small over the shoulder wallet for my key. But before I found the key I made sure Tommy got a good feel. I got the key out and handed it to Tommy as I leaned on the side rail of the porch. Tommy opened the screen door and while he was busy with the key I hiked up my skirt so it was nearly to my waist. I felt a cool breeze on my fucked, sucked pussy and was ready for Tommy when he turned around. I am a master at playing this game and before Tommy knew what was going on I had him in my bedroom helping me onto my king size bed. I asked him to feel my ankle as I again let my skirt ride up to fully expose my wet pussy. This young man is a college student in his third year and is no fool. He knew what I was doing and what I wanted. I also believe he knew that his Dad and I had met once at a swinger's party before Curt; his father met and married bring any further clandestine meeting between us to a halt. Tommy had great hands as he slowly rubbed my ankle while looking at my hot wet pussy. He looked at me and I looked at him. I held up my arms as you would to a child that you wanted to embrace. Tommy lifted my leg examined it closely while pushing my legs apart. I of course helped as best I could. I felt my cunt gap open and I saw Tommy smile. He placed my foot back on the bed except in a position so my knee was up. So I pulled up the other leg and help them wide apart. Tommy quickly dropped his cut off jeans letting a wonderful fully erect cock pop out for my pleasure. It was a handsome cock with a large purple tip. Tommy crawled up on the bed and came down between my legs. His cock found the entrance to my play ground and he fucked me for a wonderful fifteen minutes before he cum. I had in the mean time two thrilling climaxes and what a pleasure it was to scream all I wanted to with out fear of any one hearing me. Tommy rolled off me and I told him to slide up here. He did and I slowly sucked his cock clean and hard again. So many young men are not into licking a cum filled pussy even if it is their own cum. But Tommy was not such a young man. He turned around with a knee on either side of my head, his cock there for me to lovingly suck on while He buried his tongue in my cunt. This young man was a fantastic pussy licker. He was now slowly lifting his hips and coming down to fuck my mouth. I did not have to tell him any thing as he soon had a finger tickling my ass hole. I reached up and returned the favor. He wiggled two fingers into my ass hole and again I met his every move. He was licking my clitoris faster and driving his fingers into my ass hole at the same time while fucking my mouth. I exploded one more time before Tommy moved around, lifted me up on all fours and took me in the ass doggie style. This boy knew how to fuck a lady in the ass. He took it slow until he was fully seated in my bowels. I reached back between my legs fingering my clit as he picked up the pace. Soon we both were roaring with the pleasures of such act. Ass fucking is a special act of lust and when two people can climax at the same moment it is very dear and very special. I felt the warm sensation as he filled me. I started to cry. I don't know why. Maybe because I have never given birth and thought how nice to have a son like Tommy. Tommy was out side mowing the lawn and I was totally exhausted as I came out of the shower to lay on the bed naked. How long I slept I don't remember but it was dark out when I woke. As far as I knew Tommy had not come back into the house. Wow what a day this has been. Two weeks later I sat in the court house with my little request to appear for jury duty in my hand. My number was called and I was escorted into the court room here I was to be questioned by the opposing lawyers. Well guess who the judge was going to be for this case. One attorney was a very beautiful slim female about thirty and the other was an old gruff looking battle harden courtroom warrior. Before I could be questioned the Judge called the two lawyers to the bench. He leaned over to speak to them in private but I head his say "I'm tired of you two acting like a coupe of school kids picking a team for pickup baseball. Now I'm telling you, not asking this will be the last juror. Number 33 is the last do you both understand? I want this trial over before I retire from the bench." The judge turned to me smiled and said "Your accepted but both attorneys. You can go back to the jury room. Thank you Mrs. Raven." Now I don't know for sure but was the judge supposed to know me by name? The trial was not to start until in the morning but the judge was to come into the room where we were and give us some kind of instruction. This done we were told we could go home. As I reached the door the bailiff asked me to wait. After everyone else had left the room he said the judge wanted to speak to me in his chambers. The judge was standing in front of his desk as the bailiff closed the door behind me. "Wilda how very nice to see you again. I enjoyed our last meeting so much I wanted to take a moment to tell you so. You left so quickly I never had a chance to tell you how much it meant to me when you so kindly joined Karen and I for that much too brief encounter." He said. I was standing some ten feet away when he opened his robe to reveal he was totally naked underneath it. His cock was fully erect and pointing at me. This was a surprise and so I stood there with a blank face and fixed in place. "Come." He said. I was dressed in a summer suit with a white blouse under my jacket. It was a bit confining but I moved to him. He simple placed his hands on my shoulders letting me know what he wanted. I lifted my skirt and went to my knees. It did not take long and I soon had a mouth full of not so sweet sperm running across my tongue. His cum was bitter, strong and pungent. I wondered how Karen could stand sucking him off. I spit most of his load on the floor. I did not apologize for it and he did not say anything. He was a nice enough guy but I sure did not want to do this again. However I thought I bet he will want a repeat performance before the trial is over. I told him I really had to go but he asked "Can't you wait a little while longer I have some friends I would like you to meet. Please stay a while longer." In truth I had nothing planed so I said I would stay. He clicked on the intercom and said "Would you come in now please." A side door opened and low and behold in walks both of he lawyers for the up and coming case. "Wilda I want you to meet Cathy and Wilber. These two are my dearest friends after your friend Karen." He said still letting his robe hang open. Cathy said "Wilda you're so lovely I would have accepted you even if Dick had not instructed us to make you our last juror." Cathy moved closer and looked at my face. "Is that a drop of Dick's sperm on your lip?" I started to lick my lip but Cathy took my face between her hands and kissed me full on the mouth. "It sure is I would know the taste of Dick's sperm any where." She said still holding my face between her hands. Flabbergasted is a good word to describe how I felt at the moment. I did not stop Cathy when she started to unbutton my blouse. Then my skirt was on the floor and some one unhooked my bra. A few moment later there were four naked people standing in the judges cambers. I thought "Wow, you never know what goes on behind closed doors." Civic Duty Cathy moved me back until I was standing in front of a large leather sofa. I sat; Cathy kneeled in front of me spreading my legs. She placed her mouth on my wet cunt and I closed my eyes. Wilber with his robust tummy got behind Cathy and I was sure he placed something on her rosy ass. Maybe K-Y jelly but Old Wilber was in her little ass hole fucking her slowly. Dick got up on the sofa and was hanging a limp cock in front of me. I had no choice but to let him place it in my mouth and let me work on it trying to get him up and hard again. I really was not feeling as if this was what I wanted to do. I don't think I have ever not wanted to participate in a group fuck and suck session. But there was something really far out with this group. But I had little choice so I let Cathy lick me until Wilber cum in her ass. This was also the only time in my adult life that I had not climaxed when some one was licking my pussy male of female. Dick only got about half hard and did not cum again. Cathy wanted me to get down on the floor and return the favor so I went ahead and gave her head until she climaxed. She had a much sweeter tasting fluid that Dick and I was happy about that. The guys just stood there and watched as Cathy and I finished up. When I got home I showered and brushed my teeth several times followed by mouth wash. I wanted so much to not to go to the courthouse the next day but could not think of a valid way to get out of jury duty. I thought way have a trial I was sure they had already worked out deal but would not bring it out until they wanted to. Maybe this way they would make more money and have a few more days of the trial to make it look good. I needed to call Karen. She owed me big time she just did not know it yet... My groupies wanted to get together after the trial but I managed to weasel out of it then at the end of day three they announced a agreement and the trial was over. So as a good citizen I did my civic duty and more...I never met the Judge again before her retired and promptly dropped dead of a heart attack. Civic Duty "Police." I relaxed. Here I was thinking it was whoever was chasing Lisa and Kari. I was tempted to tell them it was okay to come out, but something told me to wait. I opened the door and sure enough two cops in uniform were standing at my door. They were pretty tall, but not much taller than my six feet. One was white and the other very dark skinned. I raised a brow. "What's up officers?" They held out two photos, photos of Lisa and Kari. "Have you seen this woman and this child?" Odd. I stalled. "Why, are they okay?" "This woman kidnapped the child and the father is looking for her." Okay, way past odd. Didn't Lisa just tell me Kari's father was dead? Were they lying or was Lisa lying? I wasn't sure what to say. "Can I see the pictures again, they look kind of familiar." "Someone saw them getting into a car with you this afternoon, Ms. Lewis." Okay, that threw me for a loop. How did they know my name and how had they found me? Maybe my license plate? What to say, what to say? "Yea, I thought it was them. The woman asked me to drive her to the train station." The black cop took out a notebook, "do you know which train they took?" "No, I only dropped them off at the 30th street station. They had blood on their clothes and I offered to take them to the hospital, but the woman just wanted to go to the train station." "She didn't mention where they were going?" "No. Sorry." The white cop pulled a card out of pocket, "I doubt you'll hear from them again, but if you do, would you call us? That little girl's Daddy is desperate." I nodded, taking the card, "I didn't know she was kidnapped or I would have called you guys right away." "That's okay Miss. If they contact you, or if you think of anything else, give us a call, okay?" I nodded again and watched them walk away. I closed the door, looking at the card in my hand. Moments later Lisa stepped from the closet, Kari in her arms. "Thank you. I'm sorry I put you on the spot like that." I watched as she looked around for a moment. Then she pulled the tee shirt over Kari's head and began to dress her. "I'm sorry to have put you in this position. We're going to leave." I nodded, agreeing it was probably a good idea, "good idea, but we should probably wait a few minutes to make sure they're not watching my place." Lisa stopped dressing Kari for a minute and looked at me with a strange look on her face, "look, no one is this nice. You've done enough. I can't let you come with us." She was dressing Kari again, her actions jerky and awkward. I could see the anxiety on her face and her hands were shaking. "Why can't you just tell me what's going on?" Lisa was silent, adjusting the dress on Kari and combing her fingers through the girl's tangled hair. I went into the bathroom to retrieve a hairbrush. I didn't usually need one, but sometimes I was lazy enough to let my hair grow just enough so that I needed to brush it in order for it to lay down. Lisa remained silent while she brushed the girl's hair and quickly braided it into one long, thick braid that hung past the girl's shoulders. She seemed to be struggling with something. "Her father sold drugs. Nothing too big, a little weed, some coke, some E. He evidently short changed Fredo. It's not the first time, although Fredo warned Ricky before. When I went to his place today, I passed Fredo on the street. He didn't even say hello to me. I went up to Ricky's apartment and he was dead, on the living room floor. I didn't see Kari anywhere. I thought they killed her. Then I prayed Ricky had taken her to the sitter. No such luck. She was hiding under the bed. Those idiots didn't even think to look for her, thank God. But she had a perfect view of the living room...and she knows Fredo. I grabbed her and Ricky's emergency fund and left. When we left the apartment, they saw us. I should have waited, I wasn't thinking. They saw me carrying Kari and they figured it out. So I ran. Then I bumped into you." Oh. I mean what else do you say to that? I could have said 'are you fucking kidding me?' Or, 'let me take you to train station for real,' but neither of those sounded right. So I didn't say anything. Instead I started getting dressed and packing a bag. Lisa was watching me. "And the cops?" I finally asked. "You've never heard of Fredo Gibraldi?" I shook my head. "Well, he's big time in South Phily. The rumor is he bought some cops. I guess it's true." I was still packing, but took a moment to glance out one of the windows. I didn't see anybody hanging around outside. When I turned back around, Lisa was still standing there. "We need to get going," I finally urged. She shook her head, "Kenni I can't let you do this. Do you understand what I'm saying? This little girl saw a big time drug dealer kill her father. That's more trouble than even I can imagine, much less someone like you. I mean, come on. What do you do? Teach first grade or something? You shouldn't be involved in this." "I'm in accounting and I'm already involved. Let's just go. I'll get you to Louisiana and then I'm done. Okay?" She paused for a moment longer and then nodded, quickly discarding the borrowed tee shirt, which hung on her like a dress for the most part, and donning her freshly washed jeans and shirt. I couldn't help but sneak a peak, even in the face of such serious danger. Her body was delicious, curves upon curves of honeyed, creamy skin, full breasts that were fighting a battle with gravity but hadn't lost yet, voluptuous, sexy hips and thighs. I knew her life was in danger, and I knew she was a het, but I still felt myself get moist at just the sight of her. That body was mouth-watering, even if it was off limits. I raised my eyes back up to hers and saw her watching me, a bit of a smirk on her lips. Then she turned and quickly finished dressing. Civic Duty "What happened?" "There were two women there, an older one and one in her late 20s or early 30s, blonde braids, large hoop earrings." "That's Sharon, Kari's mother. The other woman was probably Sharon's mom." "They were lying in the bed, dead. Then this guy came out of nowhere, he pointed a gun at me—" "Oh my God." "Then that woman called for her daughter and came into the house. Thank God for nosey neighbors." I tried a smile but couldn't pull it off. Lisa closed her eyes tightly for a moment. When she opened those amazing hazel-green eyes, tears spilled from them. "You could have been killed." "I'm okay now. What are you going to do?" She shook her head, wiping the tears from her cheeks. "I don't know. Maybe try the police? I don't know. I can't let them kill that little girl." "Does she have any other family?" "Not to my knowledge." We were silent for a moment. My mind was racing, trying to think of a solution. I could only think of one. "What about the money in New York? Does anyone else know about it?" "No." "We should go to New York. And then you should probably think of leaving...permanently." I watched her comb trembling fingers through her silky, dark locks. She shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "You realize you can't go back, right?" The words shook me. I don't think I'd thought about it. They now knew I was with her, knew I was helping, knew I probably knew about the murder. They knew where I lived, knew my name...she was right, I couldn't go home. "I'm sorry Kenni." I couldn't think of anything to say, and certainly nothing that would make anyone feel better. My entire life was over because a woman bumped into me and knocked a pizza out of my hand. My job, my apartment...Jesus. "Let's get back on the road," I offered instead. And so we did. I offered to drive this time. We made our way to a familiar highway and then drove north. A few hours later, adrenaline was still pumping through my veins so I continued to drive. I took a quick look in back, Kari was awake, staring silently out of the window. I glanced over at the passenger's seat, Lisa was sleeping. My mouth went dry just looking at her again. Her honey-brown skin, the shoulder length black, silky hair, tangled into a mess from her habit of running nervous fingers through it. Those long thick, dark lashes, kissing her cheeks as she slept. Her full pouting lips slightly open, absolutely kissable. I thought of the last time I'd seen those absolutely amazing hazel-green eyes, filled with worry and sorrow. What had started as a good will gesture had almost ended in my death and here I was still lusting after this stunningly attractive creature. What was wrong with me? "Aunt Kenni?" The young voice surprised me a little, chasing thoughts of Lisa's deliciously lush body from my mind. I glanced into the rear view mirror. Kari had been crying and my heart went out to her. I wasn't sure when she began calling me "aunt." "Yes sweetheart?" "Where are we going?" "To New York." She was silent for a moment as she glanced out of the window again. The sun had set so there wasn't much to see. "Will my Mom be there?" An invisible vice reached in and grabbed my heart, squeezing hard. I didn't want to lie to this little girl, she'd been through enough. I didn't want to tell her the truth either, it was just too horrifying. She was alone in the world now, with a virtual stranger who was not her family to look after her. Did any five-year-old need to hear that? I sighed before answering. "No sweetheart, she won't be there." More silence. I could see her putting the puzzle pieces together. "Is she dead Aunt Kenni?" I answered before I changed my mind, "yes sweetheart." I checked the rear view mirror a few times as silenced settled between us. She was staring out of the window again and I saw her wiping away tears periodically. I wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay, but it would have been a lie. I had no idea if everything would be okay. I prayed they didn't know about Ricky's money in New York and I hoped Lisa had a back up plan. And it was time I started thinking about myself. I had a few thousand saved, but it wasn't enough for a clean start anywhere. And my mother was probably going nuts, considering she had not heard from me since Tuesday. I had to figure out how I was going to put my life back together. But glancing into the rear view mirror, watching that haunted look on such a young face, I couldn't think about myself. The image of that sad little face would stay with me forever. I drove through the night, too worried to sleep. Kari had fallen asleep again after a while and Lisa woke to check in with me a few times, but I wasn't tired. I was hopped up, anxious, worried. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. How could I make sure these two stayed alive? I didn't want to think of a world without them in it. There had to be an answer... It was 5am on Saturday morning when I finally pulled over. I needed a shower and a change of clothes. And none of us had eaten in quite some time. I didn't feel tired, but I knew I had to give my body a rest in all fairness. We pulled our things from the trunk, registered under phony names (a willingness to pay double for a room in cash let us do that for some reason) and quickly settled into the hotel room. Two king-sized beds this time. I let Lisa and Kari have the bathroom first while I ordered room service. When Lisa sent Kari out in a towel, I quickly dried her off and changed her into her pajamas. The food arrived as Lisa was shutting off the shower. Kari gobbled her hamburger and fries down as she watched cartoons. I paced the room a little restlessly, ignoring the sandwich I'd ordered, still unable to settle down. I hoped a hot shower would help. When Lisa stepped from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing more than one of those skimpy towels, I forced my brain to shut down the surge of hunger I felt for her. This woman had enough on her plate without some dyke hitting on her. I had to get my adrenaline and my hormones in check. I stripped down in the bathroom and stepped under a biting, hot spray. I felt great, but I knew it would not soothe me. I wasn't sure what I needed to be able to sleep for a few hours. Maybe I should have ordered a drink. I was drying off quite some time later when I heard a tap at the door. She didn't wait for me to answer, instead slipping into the steamy bathroom and closing the door behind her. I noticed she locked it. Maybe she had something she wanted to discuss without Kari around? "Kari?" This kid was forever on my mind. I wanted to make sure she wouldn't get into anything while we talked. "She's asleep." I nodded, continuing to dry off. I hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom with me, so I wrapped a towel around myself, slightly amused when it didn't even cover my entire ass. I glanced over at her as I put toothpaste on my toothbrush. "What's up?" There was something in those beautiful hazel-green eyes, something different. I picked up on it only a second before she moved into me. I dropped the toothbrush without a second thought and pulled her against me. My lips were on hers suddenly, hungry, demanding, punishing. This woman had ruined my life. Everything I knew, everything I'd worked for, gone. If this was all she had to offer me, I would take it. My arms curved around her appetizingly ripe figure, hungry for the feel of her. I impatiently slipped the oversized tee she'd bought to sleep in over her head, tossing it onto the floor and drawing her to me once again. She reached out to remove my towel and the feel of her velvety skin against me sent a jolt of electricity right through me. I didn't think, I didn't care. I wanted her, craved her, needed her. I lifted her up onto the counter, taking what I wanted from her. The kiss grew more heated, more demanding, my hands were all over her, enjoying the silkiness of her arms, the fullness of her hips, the weight of her breasts. I seized a hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, twisting, enjoying the gasp of pain mixed with pleasure that was forced from her. My mouth followed suit and I impatiently captured the other nipple. I could feel her trembling beneath me, her hands curving around my neck, her nails digging into my back. The pain of her nails, of my teeth on her nipple, fueled the fire between us. I couldn't wait anymore, I wanted to taste her. I pushed her back against the mirror, unconcerned with the shocking feel of the cold mirror against her heated flesh. My fingers dug into her hips, roughly jerking them to the edge of the bathroom counter. I knelt before her, spreading her thighs wide, plunging in. The shadow of doubt I had about her level of excitement, about whether or not I was moving too fast, disappeared. Her thighs were slicked with her arousal and I quickly lapped up the sweet honey as I made my way to her center. I heard the harsh intake of breath when my mouth found her, my tongue lashing at her pearl, her hands pulling my head closer, deeper. The taste of her settled sweetly on my tongue and I savored it, delighting in her. She was panting, her hips pumping into my face, and I knew she was close. I wanted to make her come, wanted to feel her thighs quivering around me. When she finally exploded in my mouth, I hungrily drank the milk flowing so freely from her. She bucked wildly, but I held her hips steady, continuing to enjoy the taste of her. I felt her settle down, but I didn't give her a moment to even catch her breath. Seconds later she tensed again, grabbing my ears as she rode the next wave. I have no idea how many times she came before I realized she was whimpering incoherently above me. I had to force myself to let her go, stepping back and allowing myself to take a deep, cleansing breath. I was deliciously tense, I could feel how aroused I was, but I knew I would be able to sleep now. She had allowed me to release some of the tension that had me so wired. I wiped my face on a towel, enjoying the look of her, exhausted and spent, slouching on the bathroom counter as she tried to catch her breath. I retrieved her oversized tee, helping her back into it. Then I sent her out of the bathroom, taking a few moments to calm myself down. God, this woman was in my blood. And not only was she going to have to disappear in order to save her own life, I was going to have to let her go. I shook my head, glancing at myself in the mirror. Jesus, my life was really fucked up. She was already asleep when I stepped from the bathroom, curled up beside Kari on one of the beds. I gathered their dishes, quietly setting the tray outside of the door and hanging the do not disturb sign on the knob. I collapsed onto the other bed and was sleeping within minutes.