by Orr, Pauline
"Sure," she replied, still wondering where to go next, "What can I do?"
"You... you...," he whispered, bringing his gaze back to her. "What would... can't."
Liz was starting to worry, as it wasn't like Jack to ramble like this. He seemed on the verge of telling her something, but could never get there.
"Tell me, Jack," she said, squeezing his hand for more attention. "No matter what, I'll always be your friend."
Jack's gaze moved to the towel rack, then slowly, almost inaudibly, he whispered, "More." Then he weakly squeezed her hand.
Suddenly Liz realized what this was all about. The sly, but incredibly shy dog was finally hinting at taking things to a different plane with her. She breathed a sigh of relief for two reasons. The first of these was the reassurance that her friend wasn't going crazy.
"Yes," she whispered back, sliding down the side of the tub until she her lips were almost brushing his ear. "More would be wonderful."
He smiled and still didn't turn to face her, but she could see color start to return to his face, which most folks, including her, would consider to be a good thing. Gently she reached out and turned his head so that their faces were mere inches apart.
"You have no idea how that makes me feel," Liz cooed. And yes, she thought, cooing was the right word. She felt a slight but sudden swelling in her chest and a tightening sensation between her legs with an emotion she hadn't felt before. It was somewhere between fear, excitement, and pure joy. She could only imagine how tough it had been for Jack to get this far given his extreme shyness. Moving things along would be firmly in her court.
Without thinking, she kissed him on the lips and he jumped slightly. Soft was the first kiss they shared. Surprisingly his lips were supple, but gentle; it only took a second for his shyness to fall away, but he was by no means challenging her for ownership of managing this.
"Really?" he said as their lips parted, "I always thought-"
"No thinking now," she whispered, her voice now thick and husky. She kissed him again, feeling him respond more to her, placing his hands on her hips.
Their kisses grew in intensity until their tongues touched and tantalizingly teased the other. Liz felt alive, as every synapse fired in unison. Her hands drifted down his body, feeling the firmness in his groin.
"Take them off," she said in his ear as she pulled at his belt. He stood and dropped his bottoms, then kicked them off and into the corner. She had to admit surprise at seeing that he was completely shaved under his boxers, though she wasn't sure why.
He looked clean, virile, and downright sexy. Liz got off the tub, undid her shorts and shimmied them and her panties down and off of her, tossing them down on top of his.
She pushed him back down onto the commode and sat on his lap, facing him. Playfully she moved his sex up until it lay wedged against hers.
She kissed him again, but this time gyrated her hips against him. He felt divine, delicious, and devilishly good. She could feel the dampness his erection gave her and she was almost positive he could too. That coupled with the sudden fullness of her bosom made her skin tingle- and this time she knew is wasn't the drink talking.
He was fumbling with her bra strap, but wasn't making much progress.
"Let me," she moaned between wet kisses, and expertly reached behind her back and almost using only her nails slipped the catch, letting the band fall limp, though the cups still covered her for the most part. "You do the rest, Jack."
He gently reached up and slid his fingers under the straps of her rather frilly pink bra and pushed them off her shoulders and tossing it aside. His touch was electric and gave her almost a shock which was immediately followed by a cold chill. Liz could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention and she involuntarily arched her back to enjoy the wonderful feeling.
Seeing her breasts exposed and now elevated upwards at him, Jack bent slightly and took one of her erect nipples in his mouth and teasingly sucked it, while seductively squeezing the other just enough to drive her mad with desire.
"God," she moaned, grinding just a bit more against his cock, "You are not so shy now are you?" She took her breast and held it closer so that he could latch on better to her now fully engorged nipple. "Suck," she asked, "Firm but gentle."
She saw him glance up at her for a moment, then regain a firmer lock on her nipple. He alternated gentle nips with his teeth with an erotic swirling of his tongue. No man in her brief life had made her want to fuck- no, not fuck she realized. Perhaps for the first time, she wanted to make love, even if it was in a hotel bathroom.
She felt her hands begin to run down his front, until she felt the softness of the head of his shaft around the level of his navel. Grabbing it, she played with just the head, enjoying the feel of its opening against her fingertips.
She heard Jack gasp as he lost his seal against her breast. She began to slowly work her hand up and down his elegant shaft while again taking his tongue in her mouth. She felt his hands firmly grab her ass and pull her against him. The time was now.
Still working his cock, she lifted up slightly until she could position it properly. As she slid back down, she tried to slow things down so that she could savor every moment. She felt his breath hot and ragged on her shoulder as she grabbed the counter with one hand and his shoulder with the other.
"Jack," she said as she began to slowly ride him, "You feel wonderful. I never thought-"
"Me neither," he replied, "But I was almost out of time. Had to. Do. Something."
"I like," Liz answered, letting her rhythm build, feeling him inside of her. "Hope I was worth the wait."
"Yeah," her voice become fainter as a trickle of moisture began to bead between her breasts. Seeing it, Jack sweetly kissed the moisture away.
Liz felt the pressure begin to build and was torn between letting herself go or trying to prolong this most wonderful experience. "Spank me," she said, "Just lightly."
He did and at that moment Liz felt the pressure build to an almost instant fever pitch. She was going to come but somehow fought it off for the moment.
"Your cock," she said, "In me. Heavenly."
"Oh, Liz," Jack moaned as he gripped her ass hard with both hands, "I'm-"
"Wow, I feel it," she answered, feeling him explode in her. It was warm and somehow knowing he'd come for her turned her on all the more. She imagined for a moment more of his slippery shaft inside her and felt herself pop.
She shook, and dug her nails into his shoulders as wave after wave rolled over her. She slowed her ride on him, but somehow made it more sensual all the same. After a seeming eternity, the waves finally subsided and she collapsed, letting her head fall on her shoulder.
"Goodness," she said, trying to recover her breath but suddenly enjoying his post coital caresses, which were gentle and loving. Being used to Curtis' rather quick exits from their lovemaking — or actually fucking, given how much different being with Jack was — Liz relaxed and enjoyed the attention.
Jack was a good man. Even if this was their only time together like this Liz knew she didn't want to miss or forget a moment.
After what seemed like an hour but was probably only a couple of minutes she whispered, "We should get going, love." Yikes, she said love? "We've been gone awhile."
Slowly they got themselves put back together and Liz was pleased to see that neither really looked the worse for wear in spite of what they'd just done. They agreed Jack would go out first and, if asked, say that she was sick and he was helping out. She'd follow a few minutes later.
The plan worked, though it really wasn't that difficult. In their absence, the others had left to get ready. Only Curtis remained, and he was so out of it he wouldn't be able to remember if a bomb went off.
Liz and Jack shared a quick kiss and then he too departed, leaving her to get ready and try to get Curtis to be somewhat presentable in two short hours time.
Somehow she'd managed to do it, having decided to get him started first. Eventual
ly he was put together somewhat, though she'd been unable to get a tie on the boy, and he still wasn't sober enough to do so.
Leaving him on the couch, she went through her ablutions, and found herself wishing Jack was her date tonight instead of Curtis. She found that thought inspiring, and giving herself one last look in the mirror thought she was ready for her big night.
She turned to slip on her pumps and looked dejectedly at Curtis, who actually appeared rather sullen, which made it a good probability that he was sober for the most part now. And ready for his surprise.
"You coming?" was all she said as she went to the door.
An hour or so later, the event was in full swing and dinner had run its course. Liz was still feeling wonderful after her run in with Jack. She made suggestive eye contact with him a few times, but didn't want to push her luck and be caught. She sipped her wine in a very ladylike manner — at least if you asked her — while her Curtis had downed another six-pack during dinner.
Thankfully, he was still coherent and merely buzzed for the gallery presentation. As the lights dimmed and Claire hooked up her iPad to get the show started, Liz was torn between excitement and a weird uneasiness. How would this go over?
A few minutes in, Liz realized just what a good job Claire had done in making all the video and photo edits meld together seamlessly. Given that it was mainly from things the sisters either videoed or photographed with a smartphone — sometimes while rather drunk — made it even more remarkable.
Liz found herself reliving the events of the year as they flashed over the big screen. All of her friends and all the great memories were right there for all to see, though if you missed one or two everyone got the file to keep anyway.
Suddenly the hall gasped and fell silent, with the only sound coming from the soundtrack of Claire's presentation. There, on the screen, was Curtis. He was naked except for a blue bra, his face contorted mid-orgasm, and his hands working himself over.
Unlike most of the visuals, which were there for a second then gone, Curtis' stayed longer. Finally it was replaced with more of the expected fare, only to be replaced a second later with another of Curtis, but this time zoomed into just his upper half.
Now the silence turned to whispers, then slowly a chuckle or two was heard. Finally sniggers and catcalls started to come out.
Liz turned to Curtis, who was deathly pale and seemed frozen in time, his hand still holding a glass of beer halfway to his mouth. He didn't look pained so much as bewildered.
"I didn't know you were into that type of thing," Liz said to him, just loudly enough for the table to hear her. "I'm not," she said slowly, letting her engagement ring drop with a slight plunking sound into his beer.
She looked over at Jack as the presentation resumed more in line with the original theme.
Their eyes locked and she was almost sure that he winked at her.
***
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Examining the Examiner
by
Bonnie Robles
Camilla Van Hauser tucked a strand of her brown locks behind her ear as she looked at the dead body on the sidewalk. She loved her job to bits but this part was what she hated the most — seeing innocent people dead sometimes for no good reason.
“Petechial hemorrhage suggesting strangulation. The wound on her forehead was definitely pre-mortem,” she said as she examined the body of the young woman on the floor. “I would suggest strangulation as the official cause of death,” she said before looking up at the detective. “I think my work here is done,” she said again as she removed her gloves and got to her feet.
“Dr. Van Hauser. A good day to you,” Detective Harold Jameson said. She turned around and flashed him a smile.
“You too,” she said as she packed her bag.
“Did you just get here?” he asked looking at her. She smiled and shook her head.
“Actually, you are late and I am already done,” she said as she began walking away.
“Well, don’t forget to fax me your finding,” he called after her. She turned around.
“See you at the precinct, detective.”
“When are the two of you going to stop this cat and mouse game you have going on and simply do what needs to be done?” Harold’s partner Pam Spacey asked. He looked at her and smiled.
“We are here because of a murder, Pam. Concentrate,” he said in an attempt to change the subject.
Harold Jameson was the newest addition to the 19th Precinct. He had moved to the city from England and everything about him screamed British. The accent, the clothes and even the car he drove. Harold was a man of thirty five years who had special experience of serving in the tactical team in Pakistan.
He was not only raggedly handsome, but also a talented and greatly gifted individual. Thanks to his service in the army and at some point in the federal government, Harold was fluent in five languages and had great skills in martial arts. He was tall, maybe six one, and had a great body.
The first time Camilla laid eyes on him, she had actually thought of him as a model rather than a detective. He had a great run in the tactical force in Pakistan but after thirteen years of service, his mother’s health took a turn or the worse and he had to stay home and look after her.
His mother, an American, had met his father on one of her trips to England. She was a journalist and travelling the world was just a part of her, but after the birth of Harold, their marriage didn't survive. He wanted her to quit and be a stay at home mom but she knew that she could juggle her career and still manage to look after Harold just fine.
This argument was the beginning of the end for their marriage and just like that, Harold found himself in a crossroads, having to make difficult choices. He did enjoy having two birthday parties and more presents at Christmas, but perhaps what really drove him to the war was the cold atmosphere that he had called home all his life.
His story was the extreme opposite when it came to Camilla’s own. She was the youngest of three children. Her two older brothers were in finance and real estate like their parents.
She was the only one in the family who ever took an interest in medicine and when she graduated with a degree in neurology, she was keen bent on beginning her own practice. There was always something about self-reliance that tickled her fancy. However, all this changed in the second year of her residency when she made a fatal mistake with a patient.
A misdiagnosis led to one of her patients dying and she never forgave herself. Despite her family’s unending support, she decided to walk out of neurology and work in pathology. Everyone was not only shocked with her decision but also disappointed. Though she was cleared to go back to work after the investigation, she still felt that she had to walk out of the healing business.
“You cannot kill what is already dead,” Camilla said any time when anyone asked her why she would not consider going back to the OR.
***
Camilla’s life in the 19th Precinct was what many may call ordinary. She would be called in to a crime scene, do her thing, go back to the lab, do more tests and then go home. On special days, some of the detectives and beat cops would go for a drink at the local ‘watering hole’.
Her life lightened up a little when she first noticed detective Harold Jameson in the precinct. She was not sure what it was, maybe his body or that sexy British accent. Either way, she wanted to rip his clothes off every time she saw him.
The fact that he wore the best cologne she had ever smelled on a man made the situation a bit more difficult for her. She like everyone else in the precinct knew that he had noticed her as well but was either too proud to admit it or simply too stupid.
“Hi, Pam. Jameson around?” she asked later on that evening. “I wanted to drop off this report,” she added showing her the file she had in her hands. Pam sm
iled.
“Of course you did,” Pam said under her breath. “No, Camilla. He already retired for the day,” she added looking at her wrist watch. “You know, we are not fooled by whatever charade the two of you are trying out,” she added. Camilla smiled and walked towards her desk. She placed the file on her desk and leaned forward.
“I don’t know what his deal is, Pam. I gave him chances but he did nothing so, I moved the fuck on,” Camilla said sternly. “That is what I wanted to tell him,” she added before turning around.
“Wait? Who’s the new catch?” Pam asked. Camilla smiled to herself as she walked out. Typical Pam. Of course, she was not about to tell her anything lest she heared a different version of the story by the morning.
The end of the next day was one she waited for with utter longing. Though she was not very outgoing, she was excited. This would be the first time she would be going out in a very long time, months actually.
