0 comments/ 18321 views/ 43 favorites The Lawyer and The Policewoman By: fermpera BETH The soft sound of the alarm in my mobile phone at the bedside table woke me up. It was six AM, and I was feeling like hell. I was hurting bad and my throat seemed to be on fire, I felt that it was closed and I couldn't swallow even my own saliva; I felt feverish and each and every joint in my body was as if it had its own life, such was the intense pain they produced. I looked at Nora peacefully sleeping beside me, and I was undecided about whether to wake her up or let her continue sleeping. I decided for the moment, that there was no sense in waking her at that hour of the morning when I had to go to family court at a hearing scheduled for 8: 30 AM. I got up with great effort, went to the bathroom, made my morning ritual except for my morning shower, and quietly dressed so as not to wake her. I felt increasingly feverish and my legs felt like rubber. I was shaking like a leaf in the wind, but I had an important court date in which the safety, welfare, and the future of an abused and beaten woman was dependent. I turned the car engine on, and slowly and as quietly as I could, left the garage and headed to the women's shelter where I was one of three lawyers. We each work 20 hours a week on a 'pro bono' agreement, which means our work is free, and our only benefit is a reduction in the payment of our yearly taxes to the state. I was feeling nauseous when I arrived at the shelter, my body temperature was in up mode, and my brain was fuzzy with my head ready to explode from the pain. The problem was that even without it being my turn to be here today, there was nobody else who could accompany the beaten lady to court as the other two lawyers were not available; Maria was out with a month's maternity leave, and Steve, the third attorney, who should be now taking his place to go to court, was in the hospital with an sprained knee that happened while playing soccer with his university friends. I went to my desk to wait for the female police officer and the patrol car in which we were going to drive to court. The powers of our great city had decided to establish a separate police station within the police department, managed exclusively by women police officials, after the increasing number of cases of domestic violence, and abused and battered women. It's called the feminine police. I started thinking about my situation while waiting for the patrol car to arrive. We three lawyers were partners in our law office; Maria, Steve, and I were fellow students in college and university while studying to be lawyers. We became good friends agreed to be partners in a law firm and devote ourselves exclusively to family law. Our team was the best in this branch of law in no time at all, and divorces became our tickets to good money and a good standard of life, hence our commitment to provide legal advice to women and their children without resources who had to take refuge in the shelter. The shelter was divided in two separate parts, one dedicated to abused women who were alone, and the other received and protected women with children. Both shelters were the responsibility of the State Social Services but, as usual, social services was the Cinderella of public services, with very limited funding in the government's annual budget, so it didn't have sufficient funds, was understaffed, and had no money to hire lawyers. This drove the agreement and subsequent contract with our law firm to provide legal advice to people in shelters. Poor people do not give political favors. I was in a state of drowsiness, sweating and feeling like hell, when I felt a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me, and a soft voice telling me it was time to go. I looked up and saw my usual driver to court, police Sergeant Anne Mckey. "My God, Counselor, you look like shit." Getting up from the chair, I wearily replied, "I feel like shit, Sergeant." "It's Anne, Counselor, remember me?" "Yes, of course I do, and as I told you, my given name is Elizabeth, so call me Beth, all my friends do." "We can proceed if you're ready. Please go fetch Ms. Shuster and we'll go to court?" "Yes, let me call and make sure she is ready, it won't be a minute." I felt giddiness and my head spinning as I was getting up from my chair, and two strong hands held me when I was about to fall to the floor, "My God, you're burning with fever. We'd better we call the courthouse and ask for the hearing to be delayed for a few days until you feel better." "No, that's not possible; Ms. Shuster's health is in danger, and it's her best interest that the judge renders judgment today so she's free from her husband's threats. I will go home and to bed at once afterwards." We were in court at 8:15 and we were called into chambers by the bailiff at 8:30 on the dot. I thought we would be in court at least till midday, but we were in our way to the unmarked police car with a jubilant Ms. Shuster at 10 to 10, whose husband was sent to prison with a sentence of five to ten years for domestic violence with intent to kill and to inflict severe bodily and psychological harm. I went to my office, once back in the shelter, to store and archive the documents before going home. I couldn't drive in my fevered state, so I was going to leave my car in the parking lot and get a taxi to go home and Nora. Anne, was waiting propped on the right fender of the undercover car, and wouldn't have anything of that. She called to me as I left the building and told me, "OK, let's go, I'm taking you home," and turned to go the left side of the car and climb behind the wheel. "Oh, I can't let you do this, you may get in trouble with your superiors; I'll take a cab." "No way am I letting you go alone in that state, and don't worry, I'm not a patrolwoman. I'm a Sergeant and have my privileges such as not to wear the uniform in cases like this. Come on get in the car, no excuses accepted." I got in the car and put my seat belt on with a groan. "Thank you, Anne, it's really sweet of you to do this; I owe you." She looked at me with an indefinite expression on her face, her smoldering green eyes saying nothing, and she oddly didn't ask for my address, just took the right direction to my house. We were silently in my driveway in about 25 minutes. It was a quarter to eleven, a moment in time that I would not easily forget. Drawing strength from the weakness and feeling worse and worse, I almost fell to the ground while trying to get out of the car; Anne quickly grabbed my arm, preventing the fall and said: "Wait a minute, I'll help you." She got out the car, came to my side, took the house keys from my hand, took me by my armpits, helped me get up, and almost dragged me to the door of my house. I didn't want her to know I was sleeping with another woman. I was 'in the closet' as they say. Anne opened the door, and the dead silence inside made me breathe a sigh of relief. Nora wasn't home and I thought that my shameful secret was safe, so what was left was just to thank Anne for her kindness, send her to her work, go to bed, and wait for Nora to call my doctor. Anne wouldn't hear of it, and truth be told, I was in no condition to offer any resistance. She took me in her arms almost like a child, so weak was I, and asked where the bedroom was; I pointed the direction down the hall with a nod of my head. I'm not heavy, but she carried my sick and feverish body as if I was a little girl; I could feel the strength of her arms and the sinuosity of her muscles, feminine, but strong, and I felt protected like never before in my life; it was a new sentiment. I couldn't believe the scene before our eyes when we got to the open bedroom door, and there was Nora with a man, both naked and having intercourse in my bed. I went limp in Anne's arms and before losing consciousness, I heard her cry "What the hell is happening here, and who the hell both of you are?" She later laughingly told me that they were so surprised, she screamed with fright and his deflated penis came out Nora's vagina with a plop. &&&&& ANNE I was surprised, not that Beth had a woman lover, which was her right, but that her lover dared to take a man home to fuck in her benefactor's bed. I carefully put Beth down in a chair by the vanity, showed them my badge, and told them to dress fast. I took them to the family room once dressed, and I handcuffed them together back to back on two chairs so they couldn't escape. I went to the bedroom, changed the bed sheets, undressed Beth to her bra and panties, and put her in bed. I immediately went to the den, looked for the address book and phone numbers, and rapidly called Beth's family doctor. Dr. Marion Taylor has been Beth's family doctor for 30 years now, and new her medical history since she was a little girl. I told her everything that had happened since early morning and asked what I could do until she arrived to make Beth comfortable. Dr. Marion only asked me how high Beth's fever was, and said to fill the tub with ice water if it was more than 104 degrees, to put Beth in the bathtub to avoid her having seizures that could lead to a coma, and that she would be at Beth's house as soon as possible. She also told me to carefully watch the drop of Beth's temperature and to take her out of the cold water when it had dropped to around 99 degrees, wrap her in a bathrobe, dry her, and put her in bed. I went to the fridge, took all the ice in it, and put the ice in the bathtub then filled it halfway with cold water. I called the zone police precinct in the meantime, and asked for the Sergeant in charge of the morning shift. Fate would have it the duty Sergeant was my ex-husband with whom I have a surprisingly, if not warm, at least respectful and professional relationship after the divorce, "How are you, Clint?" "I'm good, thank you." "I need a favor, Clint, could you send a patrol car to his address and take two people into custody? I'll be there to press charges first thing tomorrow. Could you? OK, thanks, see you tomorrow." I immediately went to the bedroom and took the burning Beth in my arms and carried her to the bathroom where I put her in the bathtub. Beth gave a shout upon contact with freezing water, coming out her semi-conscious state and began to shiver uncontrollably with goose bumps all over her body. The cold water had made her delicate lingerie almost transparent and I could appreciate the delicate contours of her body, not an extraordinary body, but a nice body anyway. She was of medium height, 5' 5" or so I would say, with dark chestnut hair cut short to middle of her neck, and a fit body, slim with two medium-size34D breasts, and the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen, filled with dark pools of sadness and suffering, longtime suffering. I looked at the body in the tub and a tingling and a little heat spread in my loins. I was becoming very excited, so I went to look for a bathrobe and towels to dry her, got flannel pajamas, and not wanting to do it, but knowing I must do it after the bath; I took her bra and panties off. I dried her with the fluffy towel, trying not to linger in her erogenous zones, and dressed her in her pajamas. I didn't know why, but I was overly excited at seeing her nude body. The doorbell rang a few minutes later, and when I opened the door, there with a lady who I assumed was Dr. Taylor, were two policemen who came to look for the detainees. "Well, where is our patient." Dr. Taylor was a no nonsense woman in her late forties or early fifties with hair once blonde, now mostly a natural gray. As Beth later told me, she was a lesbian since her college days and had always had a crush on her longtime friend, Shelley, Beth's mother, with whom she had become lovers a little after Beth's birth. She considered Beth as her own daughter. "This way, Doctor," and I directed her to the bedroom. I told her, "I'll be with you in a moment," and with that I went to the door showed the policemen my badge and introducing myself, told them to take the detained couple to the precinct. In the bedroom, Dr. Taylor was giving Beth a quick checkup, and when I got there, told me it was worse than she had thought. Dr. Taylor then proceeded to carefully examine Beth, and when she saw the condition her throat was in, she immediately proceeded to call the blood therapy service and asked urgently for someone to draw blood, and gave them Beth home address. Then speaking to me, she explained that Beth was in critical condition, and her first worry was the fever and the infection in the sore throat which could close the larynx and cause suffocation. She wrote a prescription for a potent broad-spectrum antibiotic, and asked me if I could go to a pharmacy and buy it, so she could immediately apply it while awaiting the results of blood tests that would indicate which antibiotic to which the virus or bacteria was sensitive. Once I returned with the antibiotic, Dr. Taylor proceeded to apply it by intramuscular route to speed up absorption and prevent the infection to continue its advance. "Well, that's all I can do till I have the blood test results; we must now get a nurse to stay here with Beth and take care of her medication and everything else a sick person needs." "That won't be necessary, I'll take care of her," I said. "But....but you're a police officer and surely you have duties to attend to. Beth needs constant care from a qualified person," a worried Dr. Taylor added. "Don't worry about me, I received extensive training in first aid as a police officer while in the academy, and then took paramedic courses, so I think I'm moderately qualified. And for my duties as a police officer, don't you worry, I have everything under control." A knowing expression crossed the good Dr. Taylor's face, and a twinkle in her eyes showed she was aware of developing sentiments I had, even if I wasn't aware yet myself. "Well I'm going for now in that case; I'll come again late in the evening to see how things are going. The lab results won't be ready until day after tomorrow, and if Beth raises a fever again you just put cold cloths in her armpits, on her forehead, and the pubis in the groin area." I accompanied Dr. Taylor to the door, and she left for her clinic after a few words with me, mostly about the care I had to take with Beth. I knew I had to clear my act with my commanding officer at the precinct, so I immediately called Capitan Kate Russell, my chief. I used her direct line and when she said, "Women's precinct, Capitan Russell speaking, what I can do for you?" "Hi, Kate, it's me, Anne, to ask a favor of you" "What can I do for you, Lieutenant?" "Eh err..., Kate, its Sergeant Mckey speaking." Well, that would have been true until yesterday; since your promotion is effective as of 10 AM this morning, now what can I do for you, Lieutenant." I was so surprised that I was mute for a moment, "Well, Captain, I need ten days leave to attend urgent family matters." "Well I don't know, Anne, I need you as my second in command, and besides you have no family I know of in need of attendance, don't even have a dotting husband to attend to," she responded with mocking tone, and I knew all was good. "OK, take your leave and I expect to hear from you every couple days, enjoy your vacation." I went back to check on Beth and she was sleeping peacefully, fever had remitted, which was a good sign, and I went to put clean sheets on the bed in the guest bedroom, just in case. I cleaned up everything, including throwing one used condom in the trash and put the soiled sheets, other clothes, and discarded underwear in the washer. I moved a wide armchair to Beth's bedside in the now clean master bedroom once I had everything in order so that I could watch her at night. I spent the next few hours tidying the kitchen and family room. Dr. Taylor came around 7 PM to check on Beth's state and to administer a second dose of the antibiotic. I asked the doctor if she could stay half an hour to watch over Beth while I went home to get a couple of clean changes of clothes and underwear. She said it was OK and I went home, got the clothes and some perishables from the fridge, and went back to Beth's. I made a bed in the wide armchair at Beth's bedside that night, so I could be near her just in case she needed me; I assume that you now know that I'm starting to have serious feelings for Beth, sentimental feelings. The night was uneventful except for the times Beth, who was still feverish, called asking for water. The doorbell rang early the next morning and I found a nurse who came to draw blood from Beth again for further studies when I opened the door. There apparently was a problem with Beth that the nurse did not want to share with me, but she told me that Dr. Taylor would be coming this afternoon to discuss the problem and why it was necessary to have a new blood test. The moment of truth in our relationship came when Beth needed to make her morning chores; pee, and bowel movements. She was so weak that she couldn't stand on her feet so I had to carry her to the bathroom, dry her nether lips, and wash her backside, and as they do in the hospital, I later bathed her body with a sponge and washcloth on the bed. She was so weak that she couldn't offer any resistance, but I knew she was utterly ashamed to be so dependent and to have to be pampered as a baby and her natural modesty exposed to the eyes of a stranger. What she didn't know was the impact her naked body was having on my libido, I think of myself as a sexually straight woman, but I was feeling my body responding to Beth's body in an unusual way. I was very attracted to her and seeing her sick, I wanted to hold her in my arms. She was really a very pretty woman. Her pretty face topped a delicate neck that led down to her breasts, not overly large, rather small, maybe 34, but very well-shaped and only sagging a little to the sides. She had medium sized aureoles tipped with quite large dark nipples. I had to resist an urge to rush over and suck these wonders between my lips. Below her breasts, her belly button sank deep into the top of her tummy that bulged out only ever so slightly above the forest of hair that grew there. Beth was, as I later learned, a bit old fashioned as she did not trim herself around the bush, and I found that this was very much to my liking, as I enjoyed seeing a large dark bush. The top of her pussy was a bit hard to see through all the hair, but I could make out the line that showed the split between her lips and I could see a small fold of flesh that I took to be her clitoris. I could easily see the lower part of her cunt since her legs were quite far apart, and saw that she had reasonably-sized lips that were slightly apart, showing pink fleshy folds between them. Her thighs and calves were also nicely shaped and sized and, all in all, Beth was a finely put together lady. I prepared Beth's food and kept her company the rest of that day, helping her go to the bathroom to pee, and got out after I helped her sit on the toilet to let her have her privacy this time. She felt dizzy and called me to help her when she had finished and was trying to get to the toilet paper. That was my moment to became dizzy at the thought of ...ahem.., caressing her pussy, even if it was through a piece of paper. I told her what I did with the couple we found in her bed and that she had to sign the filing of a complaint to the police. Dr. Taylor showed up at 7 PM that evening, and her face was very serious; something was wrong with Beth's health. A lady, unknown to me, accompanied her; Marion (Dr. Taylor) presented her to me "Anne, this is Shelley, Beth's mother; she came to see her daughter, but must leave soon. How has Beth spent the night, is she awake?" I greeted Beth's mom with a "How do you do" and answered her doctor, "Yes, she is awake now, but her night has been difficult and her throat is no better." The Lawyer and The Policewoman "Well, let's get inside and talk about what's happening." We went to Beth's bedroom and Marion proceeded to examine her patient; her mother and I discreetly waiting aside. When she finished, she said: "Well, now to business. You have a very dangerously urinary infection in your throat, Dear. It's very contagious and it can go down your throat with saliva or food into your lungs if not treated fast; be calm, it's not any kind of STD, and we'll fight it with specific antibiotics. It's going to take up to ten or fifteen days before you are able to go back to work, and being very careful not to overdo it at that, for at least another 10 half days of work at maximum, and then you go your usual life if all goes well." "I'm not going to ask about your private life, that's only your concern, but that infection has only 2 sources, fellatio or cunnilingus; you know I love you as if you were my own daughter, so this is the advice of a mother, be careful in the future with whom you relate sexually, OK, my dear?" Beth's face went a crimson color, she knew her mother and Marion were lovers, but nonetheless she was a very shy person and her private life wasn't something she was fond of being public, even if it was family; "Yes, Auntie, and thank you too for taking the risk of coming to see me, Mother." I was flabbergasted when she said that to her mother, and I thought, "What can be the peril for a mother taking a risk by going to see her daughter?" Beth's mother was crying openly now, and she asked her lover, "Is she going to be all right, Marion, my love?" "Yes, my love, don't worry she is going to be all right, but don't touch or kiss her today, we don't want you to be sick, do we?" Then she spoke to me. "You need to know several things if you are going to keep taking care of Beth, Anne: the antibiotic to which the bacteria that caused the infection is sensitive to is called 'Bencetacil' and is very painful in its application because it comes in ampoules, it is oily, and must be applied intramuscularly in the buttock; you must apply the injection slowly and carefully, because it is very painful. It otherwise will form a hematoma, can create an abscess, and give a fever in the area. You put ice or cold compresses in that place if that happens. The full treatment is 10 injections, 2 injections per day, one in each buttock the first 3 days, and 1 application the following days until you finish the 10. When you are finished she won't be able to sit for several days and she will surely want to sleep face down. Now, the other recommendation is you must be careful to boil everything she uses, dishes, silverware, underwear, and the bedding to avoid contagion. Food must be liquid, or solid passed through the blender, so she can be fed. Anything else you want to know?" "No, no, everything is clear to me. Just one question to Shelley; would it be possible for you to come for a couple hours tomorrow morning so I could take care of a police matter?" "Yes, of course, I'll come. Count on me." ***** So there I was: Police Lt. Mckey, acting as a nurse and I must confess an enjoyable occupation. The ampoules with the antibiotic arrived at about 7 PM, along with a syringe with an inch and a half needle I was going to use, and was quite impressive to apply, as well as alcohol, cotton, and some dressings, almost a complete pharmacy. I went to the bedroom and woke up Beth from her sleepy condition. "Come on, Sleepyhead, wake up, it's time for your antibiotic shot. Just turn over and show me your nice derriere." Beth protested, but half sleep as she was, she just turned around face down dragging the sheets and duvet with her, exposing her legs and ass cheeks. Her legs were bare, her camisole was up around her waist, and her buttocks were covered with a pair of skimpy panties that I had to lower to her thighs. A strong desire to kiss those buttocks suddenly gripped my mind as my body reacted to the naked body of a woman again in a way unknown to me. A strange heat ran across my belly down to my genitalia as my wet labia became proof enough. I was surprised at my reaction to the sight of an almost naked woman's body. THIS almost naked woman, 'cause I've seen hundreds of naked girls in the showers in high school after physical training, or in the police academy, or at the gym, so why was I now feeling excited and experiencing sexual pulsing at the sight of this woman? I controlled my dark thoughts and prepared everything to apply the injection. I caressed the left buttock and tenderly applied alcohol, and then slowly pushed the syringe into Beth's buttock with the plunger injecting the oily liquid into Beth. She groaned and whimpered despite my careful maneuvering. I extracted the empty syringe and caressed her by rubbing a cotton swab dipped in alcohol trying to relieve the pain. I covered her and made her suck juice with a straw. I prepared the armchair beside her bed as my place to sleep the next days after that. I gave Beth a cool glass of OJ at breakfast time the next morning. I told her to turn around when she had finished so I could give her the second injection, in her right buttock this time. I looked at her left ass to check and saw it had a tiny red bump and I barely suppressed my desire to lean my head down and lick it to make it feel better. Shelley, Beth's mother, arrived at 10 AM so I could go to the precinct to press charges against Nora and the man she was fucking in Beth's bed, the same man she had sent to jail for beating her, and the same man who had sent her to the ER. Clint, my ex-husband, was in charge of the morning watch when I got to the precinct. "Morning, Clint, how are you?" "Morning, Lieutenant, what can I do for you." "My, my", I thought, "The police grapevine works fast." "Oh cut the shit, Clint, its Anne to you, as always." "Yeah, well. What can I do for you anyway?" "Remember the couple I send the day before yesterday, and told you I would be here to press charges against." "Yeah, I remember and what would the charges be?" "Well, for John Wozinski the charges are: housebreaking with intent of robbery, violation of a restraining order, violation of parole, and a couple more I'll think about. For his ex-wife, Nora, betrayal of trust, petty thievery, and we'll try for the judge to send her to psychiatric evaluation for symptoms of Stockholm syndrome." "The judge will throw that nonsense about psychiatric evaluation out for lack of merit, Anne." "No if we include the prison logs; you see, she was visiting him twice a month for conjugal visits only two months after he was sent to prison for almost killing her by beating her." "OK, I'll prepare de papers, but you can't sign the charges. You must bring the homeowner here to formalize the charges." "She can't come in person, she is bedridden, so if you would be kind enough—I know, I know what I'm going to ask is a little bit irregular; I'll take the documents to her, she'll sign them, and I will bring them back in a couple hours." "I don't know, Annie..." "Don't call me, Annie; you know I don't like it." "Well, sorry, as I was telling you, it could cost me big if someone finds out I let you take the papers out of the precinct." "Don't worry, no one will find about." After taking care of the charges against Nora and her partner, I considered it appropriate to go to my workplace and explain the reasons for my license request to my Captain. "So, Anne, I heard that you are acting the Good Samaritan?" "Well, yeah, the circumstances warranted it, and I..." "My God, Dear, you don't have to excuse yourself or give me an explanation. You're free to enjoy your leave time as it pleases you, I was just joking you know. You also must know that I care for you and I was a little worried with your life, with the kind of life you have after your divorce; all work and TV, no dates, no friends, no girls' night out. Try to get someone to love and live your life; life didn't end with your divorce, you know?" "Yes, I know. I'm in a hurry, I'll see you in a few days and...thanks for everything." "You're welcome, take care." ***** Marion came to visit her patient two days later to see how she was doing, and after looking into her throat, said that most of the white pustules had disappeared and her throat was much better, but she still had a lot of small white small dots, meaning she was better but not well. I went to the guest room where Nora had her things while Beth was taking her afternoon nap that day, with the intention to clean the closets, remove her clothing to donate it or throw it away, and use the room as a bedroom while I was caring for Beth. What a great surprise it was when I found a box in the background while cleaning the closet, that when I opened it, had a whole collection of sex toys still in their original packaging. I suspected that Nora had the idea to use them herself or on Beth's body. I helped Beth to take her bath for the next few days, and even had to go into the shower with her to help wash her back and buttocks which were very sore; she was naked, and I was only in bra and panties. It was a tense and erotic situation since I wasn't used to being in such an intimate situation with a naked woman, and her naked body was starting to affect me so much so, that I couldn't restrain myself when I bent over to wash her buttocks that I kissed and licked the injection marks with my tongue upon seeing them. We both were surprised by my actions, me more than her; she cried in a shaky voice "What are you doing, Anne?" and I felt the unmistakable scent of excited women wafting up to my nose at that moment. On a crazy impulse, I, with each hand, touched both her and my pussies; we both were very wet and a moan came out of our mouths at the contact. I couldn't resist my arousal, got on my feet, and hugging her, kissed her lips with a passion I had never felt. Her lips seemed to be on fire. We immediately jumped back as if an electric shock had touched our bodies, separating them, and with tears in my eyes, I started to stutter, asking forgiveness for my actions. "I'm sorry, Beth, please forgive me I don't know what happened to me, I...I didn't... I mean I never..." "It's all right, Anne, no harm done, don't worry. Now would you mind if we finish the shower as the water is getting cold." "Yes, sorry, I think I'm a better cop than nurse." "Don't say that; you've been magnificent and I'm very grateful that you have stayed and taken care of me, even leaving your personal life aside. It's me that's so grateful and I don't know how to repay you." Life at Beth's was changing bit by bit; she was getting better, although her buttocks were still very sore from the injections, but the infection had disappeared from her throat. We talked a lot, not touching on sore points, but we both knew there was an elephant in the middle of the room, that my vacation time was coming to an end, and that we still had an unresolved item. It was one of these evenings when Marion, her doctor, had been to see her and told us that Beth was almost like new and just needed to take care in her convalescence. I knew my stay at Beth's home was coming to an end in two or three days. I also had to return to my job at the precinct, and therefore go home and to my daily routine; work, TV, work, TV, work, TV, that is to say to a sterile life. I was determined to talk seriously with her before leaving. I wanted to be in her life, and she in mine, as friends if it could not be something more. I didn't know if Beth had a lot of experience with women in a love relationship, if with Nora was a one-time thing, or if she had had multiple partners. I knew I had never had a love experience with a woman and was very nervous about what was happening to me. It was a Sunday afternoon and we both were going to return to work next Tuesday. We had eaten lunch and were in the living room sipping tea when I couldn't wait any longer. I put the cup of tea on the coffee table, and leaning toward her, I kissed her on the lips. I don't know if I surprised her or not, but she opened her lips after only a moment, her tongue came into my mouth, and what followed was a battle of passions by our two dueling tongues. She put her own tea cup on the table, and taking my head with her two hands, devoured my mouth with hers, forcefully pushing her tongue into my mouth. She let go of my head a few minutes later, and separating her mouth from mine, she said: "I'm sorry, Anne, that wasn't called for..." "I'm not sorry at all, Beth, I like your kiss, I like you, in fact I thing I'm falling in love with you and would like to repeat it; it's something new to me I've never kissed a girl before" "I like you very much, Anne, and I'm very grateful for you being with me, taking care of me, and helping me to get better with everything you have done for me, but...I'm too scared of falling in love and I don't want to be hurt again. I've been deeply hurt in my life and I couldn't overcome another hurt." "Why don't you tell me about it? I don't want you to be hurt again; I care too much for you to let that happen." "I'm not ready to talk about my life experiences; the wounds are too deep and my scars can bleed easily." "It is about Nora and her treason?" "No, no, that was the last treason, but didn't hurt very much. In fact, I wasn't in love with her to allow me to be wounded; the worst was seeing her with that scumbag after what I did for her." "OK, what if I tell you my story first. I was hurt too, very much, and maybe if I told you my life story you'll tell me yours later so that we can get to know each other better and in a more intimate way." She looked at me and her eyes had a soul wrenching look, she softly whispered "OK, if you want to tell me, I would like to get to know better." &&&&& ANNE'S STORY "I'll tell you about my family first so you may understand me better. I don't know if you know it or not, but my family is a family of cops. We are Irish-Italian, Irish by my father's side, and Italian on my mother's. My parents had been married for almost 50 years and it's still a mystery to all of us how they are still married and deeply in love having lived in their house and seen their similar character; both headstrong and with quick tempers to explode. I suppose they ironed their daily differences in bed every night. I have two brothers who are also in the police force, as is my father. Yeah, my father made to Chief Inspector and is a year and a half from his retirement. One of my brothers is a Captain, the other is a Lieutenant, and between them and their wives, have made my parents grandparents seven times." "Now about me. I was a surprise child and a girl at that. It was supposed to be (at least by my parents) that my mother's baby factory was definitively closed, so everybody was astounded when she got pregnant with me. I really don't know why, there is always the chance to get pregnant if a couple makes love frequently unless the woman is sick, or if medical tests had shown her to have passed menopause. My mother apparently wasn't sick, but also hadn't gone to see her Ob/Gyn to check her oven for a lot of years, so I was the result of her last pregnancy." "Being the daughter of old age parents and the sister of two grownup brothers, had had some advantages and disadvantages, as it seemed as if I was in a glass cage during my childhood, always taking care that I wasn't physically hurt in anyway. I didn't have the opportunity to play with children my age, so when I started school, and high school later, I was the odd one with no friends at all. I was a late developer as well. My first menstrual period came when I was 15, I had a tendency to act as a tomboy, and as I was as flat as a board in the breast department, the boys never gave me a second look; not that I cared that much. I was good to talk football and sports with them, but I was never asked to go to a party with any of them." "I finished high school and went to college to get a degree in Forensic Psychology to please my parents, more than anything, because my dream was to go to the police academy and become a police officer." "I worked as a consultant for the police department, but I wasn't comfortable, and neither was my vocation as it was opposed by my whole family. I asked and got permission from the Department to help me go to the police academy. I trained and became a police officer, and met soon to be police officer, Clint Watson, at the same time and married him to the surprise of my whole family. I was romantically and sexually inexperienced as well as a virgin, and my marriage was strange. Clint got working as a patrolman the first shift from 6 AM to 2 PM, and me as a vengeance from my family, got the third shift from 10 PM to 6 AM. So we saw each other in the afternoon, if ever, depending on when we slept, and on the days we were free if our days off coincided." "I had no previous experience in the ways of intercourse of married people, but it seemed strange to me from the first day that Clint's preference of fucking me always with him on my back; our 'missionary' position was with me laying prone in the bed and him entering me from the back, or on our knees, him on my back and touching my nipples, but never touching my pussy lips or clit. He liked to touch my ass, however, and even asked me to let him fuck me in the ass, something I denied him. I didn't understand his preferences (I was so naïve) until the day I saw what gave me cause to ask for divorce." "I had left the house in a hurry one evening because I was late to start my shift and when out on patrol with my partner, I realized I had left my phone at home charging. I turned the patrol car to go home and get my IPhone. It was almost 11PM when I entered our house, and in the silence of the night, I heard strange noises coming from the bedroom. I drew my gun from the holster and quietly went to see what was happening. Surprise, surprise; there in our bed was my husband, Clint, fucking another person. I saw a young long-haired blonde girl under my husband at first. He was fucking her the same way as me, she prone, and him over her back. It wasn't until he lifted her by the chest and they knelt that I saw that she was a he; yes, my husband apparently was gay and preferred boys to girls." "I saw the light in a flash. That explained our positions when having intercourse, why he never touched my pussy, but liked to touch my back door, and why he wanted our sex to be his front against my back, etc. etc. They were so engrossed in their fuck session that hadn't heard me, so I took pictures and video of their performance with my IPhone, and knocked at the door with my gun after a few minutes. To say they were surprised would be a redundancy. Clint's cock wilted and came out of the anus of his young companion with a plop, while his boyfriend's cock deflated in seconds." "I only told Clint to get out the house, wait for the divorce papers, and to not fight it as I had pictures and video of his performance. In case he did fight the divorce, the video would go into Internet and his career on the police force would be finished. We divorced and I kept my word and never told a soul the real motives of our divorce, it was listed as irreconcilable differences in the divorce papers. My family thought and still thinks the divorce was my fault, of course and has almost disowned me; so my life hasn't been easy as you see." "The only good thing that happened to me in recent times is coming to know and fall in love with you. That's the story of my life." &&&&& BETH'S STORY I don't know how to start. I think the best way to tell you my story so you can know me better is to start at the beginning. My mother's family is wealthy and my father saw an opportunity for a good life if he could marry my mother. My father was and is a gold-digger, always looking for ways to make easy money without working, and what way better to get it than to conquer my mother's love, marry her, and take advantage of her money. Their honeymoon and apparent happy newlywed marriage ended when mother got pregnant and he showed his true colors. He was abusive - only verbally at first - and mother who was only 19 years old at the time, and very inexperienced in the facts of married life, thought it was something she was doing wrong. He came home drunk one day when she was almost due to give birth (something that was happening more and more since the beginning of their marriage and that mother hid from her family) and slapped her because he thought dinner wasn't ready. The Lawyer and The Policewoman Mother and Auntie Marion (Dr. Taylor) had been best friends since before they were in elementary school and had been together until Marion went to Medical School at college while mother left college to marry my abusive father. So after she was slapped and not wanting for my grandfather to know, she called her friend, Marion, and told her what had happened. Marion, who is gay, has been in love with my mother since they were in high school and learned what love and sex was, went to our home (both mansions are next to each other, separated only by gardens and a small fence) and took matters in her capable hands. She took pictures of mother's battered and bruised face in case they were needed for the police, and went to where my father was sleeping his drunkenness off and unceremoniously woke him up. Once she was sure he was almost coherent, she told him in no uncertain terms that she would cut his dick and family jewels off with a butcher knife, not a scalpel, and he would sing soprano for the rest of his life if he touched my mother again in any way. He never touched mother again and I would be the victim of his deep hate and rage years later. Marion took matters in her capable hands a few months later after I was born and rapidly growing. She told mother she should divorce my father and end her disastrous and loveless marriage. She also told mother she was gay, was in love with her, and would always be there for her and the baby, me. At the same time, she told my mother that she had to tell her family what was going on her life and her marriage. Mother was a little submissive and accepted Marion's suggestions (no orders, just subliminal orders) but didn't want a divorce; she was educated a Catholic and asked her friend to accompany her to talk to her parents. My grandfather on mother's side is a widower and a very strict person, loves his baby as if she was still 3 years old, and won't tolerate any harm done to his baby even if she is almost fifty years old now. He was almost fanatic in the well-being of his two babies at that time. He went into a frenzied rage when Marion told him what was happening in our lives, and swore he would see that son of a bitch dead. Mother tried to calm him and reasoned it would better for the family's interest to just let him know the family monies were out of his reach, and they would divorce if he insisted, using the pre-nuptial document. That document established that each of the spouses would get just what they had brought to the marriage in case of divorce. In my father's case his only substantial contribution has been a little auto parts factory whose contracts in the last years he had gotten because my mother's family contacts. My father lived in another wing of the house from that moment on, never speaking with my mother except in the not so rare occasions when he needs a bank loan and my mother's family money is the guarantee. My grandfather made sure my father couldn't get the family money in any way. He established two trust funds, one Mother's, and one mine. Mother could her money any time she wants, but I'll only have access to the trust money once I'm 35 years old. My mother administers my fund in the meantime, and whenever I need money, I never do, she signs for me to get the money, of course. That was how we were living as an estranged family until the day our lives would change forever. I had a bedroom near my mother's suite so she could keep an eye on me and be sure I was well. I was happy and got accustomed to have two mommies and the shadow of a father I almost never saw. I learned of it later, but my father needed a new bank loan or he could lose his factory, and my grandfather refused to guarantee it. So I had played till 10 PM that heinous night and went to mother's bedroom and saw her and Aunt Marion together in bed each reading a book. I told them goodnight, gave them each a kiss, and went to bed as usual. It was late, dark inside my room and outside the windows, when I was awakened by a hand covering my mouth. I didn't know what was happening, but I was terrified. I suddenly felt cold and a hand lowering the sheets and bedspread to the foot of the bed, and then a hand trying to push something hard and hot inside me. I bit the hand that covered my mouth and started yelling. I was terrified and calling my mother and my aunt to help me while I heard the man over me babbling incoherently with a strong odor of alcohol as he said something like: "You little shit, Y...you gonna pay, yeah you gonna pay for that fucking dyke bitch...the fucking dyke of your mother," or "She has not given me an...any pu...pussy in years...well, I'm taking yours....Ha, Ha, Ha... let's see how she likes...." There suddenly was a feral cry and the man was yanked from me. There, like a lioness, was Auntie Marion with my mother at her back, pulling the hair of my father's head to take him off of me and hitting him in the face, body, or wherever their fists and nails reached. Once he was on the floor, Marion kept kicking him in the crotch with her naked feet until he fainted. Then it was what to do with him, call 911 and the police, or fix the problem privately. Mother took me in her arms and I couldn't react, I was horrified and in a catatonic state. I was like a body without a mind or a soul; I was deeply in shock. I went to two years of therapy with a psychologist friend of Marion's after the attempted rape by my father, and Mother later sent me to a school in Switzerland where she thought I would totally recover from my trauma. My family privately fixed my father. They removed all financial support to him; the banks made him pay the loans effective a week later, and he promptly went bankrupt. Mother filed for divorce, and her lawyer privately told my father not to resist or he would be publicly accused of the attempted rape of his daughter. He accepted the divorce, but not before threatening revenge against my mother, death revenge. My grandfather sent a couple of security boys to let him know that his life would be over if any of my family were injured in any way. End of story. The Swiss school was a very prestigious old school for young ladies. It was an Old Catholic nuns' convent in a very old building; eighteen century, I think, and the nuns' fame was they were very rigorous; well not so much so. The girls' dorm was separated from that of the nuns' and had been a gymnasium at one time. It must have been quite modern by the standards of the day, because connecting the dorm to the side was an adjoining big room which I suppose had been the once a month 'bathing room'. There was a bench running along the entire circumference of this room, which must have been about twenty feet square. A big tub was in the center of the room, the biggest I've ever seen, probably twelve feet by twelve feet, or something like that. Anyway, usually at least twice a month and at night, some of the girls -generally the oldest, and don't forget that all the girls came from rich and powerful families in Europe or America - would round up some wine or other hard liquor, I think with the complicity of the nuns, and have a bath party. It was really something mandatory to attend and no one was permitted to be out the room. We'd just sit around in or around the bath without a stitch on, and would drink and talk and play...games. You know girl stuff, lesbian sex. It was really a debauchery sometimes. I was so shy and aloof that they left me alone, and I never participated in the sexual games or in the practice of sex, which was always among the girls and nuns; there were most often always some of the nuns supposedly watching, not always the same ones. I never participated in the sexual games, not once; I watched, but I loathed the loveless sex. Sex was actually something disgusting for me after the episode of my rape had killed any sex drive I could develop in me, and had turned me into a sexless person. I was very aloof, very shy, and I never let anyone touch me. I had no interest in sex in any form or manner. Sex for me was something related to violence. I perceived sex could be something different just after I returned to the States, when I finished at my Swiss school at 18 years old, and saw my mother and Auntie Marion sweetly loving each other. I went to college after I came back from Switzerland and later to Law School. I became a lawyer interested in family law and intending to worry about and protect the abused and beaten women of our city as much as possible. That's the reason why Nora was working for and living with me. Nora's case is one of the many I had worked with since I took the post of the shelter lawyer. What I thought of her at the time was that she was another abused and battered woman, and she had no place to go after the trial and her husband was sent to jail. The lease of their apartment was over and she had no place to go; so I offered her a job to work for me as a maid and to keep me company. I paid her 100 dollars a week plus room and food. That was several months ago, and everything seemed normal to me; I went to work and the house was clean and meals were ready when I came home. Then I was awoken by a mouth licking my pussy late one night; it was a nice sensation, but it was unexpected and took me back to my bitterest night. I didn't know what to do, so I kept quiet and I felt my loins spam in a way I had never felt a few minutes later. I think it was something like a small orgasm, but Nora's pussy was over my mouth before I could react, and she was asking me to lick her and my head was between her knees. I knew what was happening because I had seen the same thing in school, but it was the first time for me and it was something I didn't want. Then she was talking dirty to me and asking me to do things I didn't want to do. She pushed down hard and I could feel something like viscous mucus entering my nose and drowning me that repugnant liquid penetrated my throat as I opened my mouth to be able to breathe. Then I was sick a few days later, and you know the rest of the story. &&&&& ANNE It has been a week since I returned home after taking care of Beth, nursing her to health, and falling in love with her as a collateral damage. I haven't seen her in at all or got a phone call either, and I was a nervous wreck. I tried to get as deeply into my new work as a Lieutenant so I wouldn't have time to think about her and her life. We had to send a patrol car to the shelter three days later, a Thursday, and go to court, so I decided I would go in order to get to see Beth and ask her what was happening in her life and with our relationship. I would be lying if I said she wasn't surprised to see me. She was profoundly surprised. Her first words were; "Hi, Anne, I didn't expect to see you today." "Good morning to you too, Beth", and she deeply blushed at that. "Oh, sorry, Anne, good morning; I have been trying to get the courage to call you all week." "Yeah? That's good to know. I have been expecting your call; I didn't want to invade your personal space by calling. My being here today is because we're understaffed." "Oh." Her exclamation hinted at her disappointment. I didn't know what she did expect; I had been very clear about my emotional and sentimental feelings for her; she had said she felt the same about me, and then nothing. It was as if two ships had crossed in the middle of the ocean and then nothing but emptiness and silence. Since I wasn't going to play games, I took the bull by the horns, and said to her: "Alright, Counselor we can proceed to court whenever you are ready." I didn't say anything about us. Her reaction to my cold words was one of sadness and despair; I really didn't know what she was expecting after almost 15 days of silence. She answered with a whisper; "We are ready, Lieutenant." The trip to court was in silence, but I could see out of the corner of my eye how she peeked at me while I was driving, not knowing whether to start a conversation or keep silent. We arrived at court, Beth did what she had to do, and we were at the door of the shelter and again a couple hours later. It was me who took things in my hands when she was about to get out of the car. I took her arm and kept her seated; she looked at me with surprise and I told her "We need to talk, Beth." With a tiny voice, she asked me: "What about?" "About us, about where we go from here, and what it's gonna happen in the future; our future, if we have one together." "Please, Anne, we can't talk here, can we get together someplace this evening?" "Yes, of course, my place or yours?" "No, not in my place nor yours. We'll go to a neutral place we both like to eat at, and have a walk in the park later, if that's alright with you." "Yes, whatever you want. Is Mexican food OK with you? Right, let's meet at Cholo's at 7 PM?" "OK, I'll see you at 7 PM." ***** I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the day; I was bathed and in my closet looking for the appropriate clothes for my date by 5:30 PM? I finally decided informal; 505 jeans, white cotton shirt with no bra, a light dark blue coat, and flat shoes. I was parked in front of Cholo's waiting for Beth at fifteen to seven. I got out my car when I saw a taxi stop in front of the restaurant and Beth paying the fare, and went to her. We had dinner, not strained, but no distended either. Conversation was fluid when we talked about inconsequential things away from any kind of intimacy. We finished our meal at last, and neither of us wanted dessert, so we paid and left. We walked to the nearby park and taking Beth's hand, I led her to the nearest bench. I broke the silence after a few minutes of neither of us initiating the conversation: "Oh, Beth, what's happening with us? I want to tell you that these days without being able to communicate with you as we used to do are driving me crazy; I have feelings for you, strong feelings. I'm in love with you." "Anne" her voice was a whisper, "I'm afraid." "Afraid of what my Dear?" "I'm afraid of being hurt again, I'm afraid to spend my life alone, without love, without someone to love me, but I'm essentially afraid of getting hurt again. You know what the person who was supposed to love me did to me. I'm terrified of love." "My dearest, Beth, it doesn't have to be that way. You have another parent who loves you to heaven, don't forget your mother and Marion, and how much they love one another; that's the kind of love I want to give you." "I just don't know if I..." She was in negative mode again so I cut her off. "Look, Dear, if you want let's just take it slowly and get to know each other better, no sex for now, just spending time together, going to the movies, to plays, watching TV, or bowling if that's what you want." "Bowling, I never ever went bowling, it would be a first for me. I didn't even know women went bowling." "Yes we do, and it's a very good to make friends and unwind from the pressures of the day. We should try at least once." "OK, Anne, let's try going slowly and see what happens; are you good with that?" "Yes, my love, I'm good and you'll be good, I promise you." "And another thing you don't need to worry about it, because you have been tested exhaustively not long ago, but I'm going to get tested so you can be completely sure I'm clean of any STD or HIV." And that was how it was. We slowly worked on our relationship, but I was showing her my love at any time and in any circumstance. She learned to bowl and loved it; we took long walks chatting about anything of interest to both, we went to movies and plays, we even went to a rock concert. I shared the zest for life with her; a way of life that she hadn't known or even suspected existed. We talked about taking the next step six months later, going in a romantic date. ***** I parked in the driveway when we got to Beth's, and we walked to the house hand-in-hand. I was trembling again - at least within. Though I had never before imagined being in love and making love to and with a woman, I knew I would have to pay a price; I would be taking a risk with my homophobic family and my work in the police force, but I also knew in my heart that the evening could and would end in only one way. We would be making love. "Are you alright, my Dear?" Beth gently asked as she unlocked the door. I smiled sweetly and nodded. We sat side-by-side on the divan twenty minutes later, sipping tea, and conversing in intimate tones as soft romantic music played in the background. "And I think the shelter could do better if you..." I beamed lovingly at my love then shook my head, chuckling softly. "An - what's so funny about that?" I reached out and touched Beth's face, stroking it gently. "It's not that - it's you." "What about me?" "We promised earlier that we would not be discussing business or work tonight - and here we are, talking about how we shall change the world..." "Oh...I'm sorry, my love," Beth said, taking my hand in her own. "Don't be," I replied, "It's one of the many things I have come to love about you...your passion...your concern for all people..." Yet again, we two women gazed at each other holding and caressing each other's' hands, eyes shining with love and affection. Finally, Beth said, "Ann...are we going to talk about what happened at the movies?" "The movies?" "During the Michael Douglas picture we both liked - that neither of us was watching." "You kissed me." "And you kissed me." Again, we were silent. I looked away and felt Beth's body pressing against mine as she moved closer. Beth's arms encircled me and drew us closer. She began running her fingers through my dark and short blond hair. "You know what the happiest day of my life was, my love, even if I didn't know then?" I said nothing. The sensations, the tingling emanating from the core of my womanhood between my thighs was beginning to overwhelm me at the moment, while my heart was pounding so hard, it threatened to burst out of my ribcage at the same time. "It was the day I met you for the first time," Beth softly murmured, her lips brushing against my ear. I turned my face toward Beth. I reached up and touched her lips, caressing them with such tenderness that Beth's lips parted and her eyes closed as she sighed with bliss. Slowly - tentatively - I moved my hand around the back of Beth's neck and pulled her forward. Our lips met again in a soft, sweet kiss - not passionate yet, but warm and lingering. Beth hugged me close, her lips next to my ear. "I love you so much, Anne...you are part and mistress of my heart and soul," she whispered. "'Whither thou goest,'" I whispered back. Beth pulled back to look in my eyes at that. She slowly stood up, taking my hands in her own and pulling me up so gently. She took me into her arms, embracing me tightly, moving her bosom back and forth slightly against my almost nonexistent tits. "Stay with me tonight, my love," she whispered. Still moving slowly and deliberately, Beth led me toward the well-known path to her bedroom... We were seated on the edge of the bed a few minutes later, side by side, holding each other and tenderly kissing each other's face and lips over and over. With her lips against mine, Beth whispered, "Have you ever tasted a lover's tongue?" I giggled. "Oh my love...Clint's only and thinking about it now, I found it repulsive. His lips were hard and the kisses brutal, demanding, not soft...and then yours that only time. That's my complete experience kissing or sucking tongues" "Forget about, Clint, he didn't deserve you," Beth softly replied caressing my lips with her own. Our lips were parted, gently, teasingly; Beth touched my upper lip with the tip of her tongue - eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure from me.