Judge Not

by Tudor, M. E.

  Jean moved down to Ashley’s breasts which she cupped and suckled, gently at first and then with more ferocity. Ashley clutched her head and moaned. Finally letting go of Ashley’s breasts, Jean moved down, placing kisses and bites along her path. Ashley’s arousal was giving Jean a high like she hadn’t experienced before. She moved her hands down to Ashley’s pussy. Sliding her hands gently through the mound of hair, Jean lay between Ashley’s legs and opened the nether lips that hid her prize.

  Grabbing a pillow from behind her, Ashley covered her face and smothered the cry that tore from her throat when Jean sucked her into her mouth. Her hips lurched off the bed in response to Jean ministrations. She was already too aroused before Jean had started sucking her, and she knew she wouldn’t last. Keeping the pillow over her face, she gripped it with both arms, and Jean produced more cries and whimpers from her. Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. With one hand she held Jean’s head to her and the pillow to her face with the other.

  Sliding her hands under Ashley’s hips, Jean gripped Ashley’s butt and held her in place as she finished her assault. When Ashley had put her hand firmly on the back of her head, she knew that it was time to take her over the edge, which she did. Hearing Ashley’s muffled scream gave Jean a deep satisfaction. She loved that sound. Laying her head on Ashley’s thigh, she caught her breath while she savored Ashley’s scent. It was hard to say when they would get to do this again, and Jean wanted to imprint everything about this moment into her brain.

  Ashley dropped the pillow. “Oh my God,” she hissed, “It never ceases to amaze me how well you do that.”

  Jean chuckled and moved up to lay her full body on Ashley, “I love hearing those sounds coming from you.”

  “Is that right?” Ashley asked, flipping Jean onto her back. She leaned up and grabbed the pillow. Putting it next to Jean’s head, she explained, “You’re going to need this.” Ashley moved down and bit Jean’s nipple, eliciting a gasp from Jean. She looked up at her with a wicked grin, “Oh, yeah, you are going to need that pillow.”

  She hadn’t lied. Jean immediately had to cover her face when Ashley started sucking and pinching her breasts. The last time they had been together they had been so gentle with each other, but it was like they both knew that they needed a rough, intense session.

  By the time Ashley started licking on Jean’s pussy, Jean had a series of bite marks and hickies on her breasts, lower abdomen and inner thighs. The sharp bite on her clit made Jean cry out and grab Ashley’s head, “Fuck me,” she cried hoarsely from under the pillow.

  Happy to oblige, Ashley started pumping two fingers in and out of Jean while she sucked on her clit. The pillow barely muffled Jean’s scream. Holding on the Jean, Ashley rode out the waves of the orgasm with her.

  When her body finally stilled, Jean removed the pillow and looked down at her young lover, who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Wow,” Jean moaned, and then started laughing, “I wonder if your neighbors heard that.”

  Ashley laughed too, “Maybe I should have given you two pillows.”

  Jean reached down for Ashley, “Come up here.” Ashley moved up to lie on top of Jean. Pushing Ashley’s hair from her face, Jean kissed her. Tasting herself on Ashley’s lips made her want to go another round but she knew she had to get out of that bed before she really did tie Ashley to the bed and have her way with her. Pulling back, Jean said, “I’m going to have to go soon. I do still have a lot of work to do.”

  Pursing her lips into a pout, Ashley begged, “Can’t you at least swim with me a little while?”

  She had almost said no, but she could use dipping into a cold pool to cool her over-heated body, “Sure, for just a little while.”

  Hopping up, Ashley cheered, “Yay! I’ve been dying to see you in a bathing suit.”

  “No bikinis,” Jean warned.

  “Not even for me?” Ashley asked with a wicked gleam in her eye.

  Jean got off the bed, pulled Ashley to her and kissed her, “I guess you can wear one.” Looking down Ashley’s naked body, Jean leered, “That way I can enjoy your near nakedness a little while longer.”

  “Great,” Ashley went to her dresser and pulled out a dark blue one piece bathing suit for Jean and a red bikini for herself.

  “Evil,” Jean observed, her eyes darkening, “I hope the water is very cold.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  "Good morning, Lowry and Winslow," Ashley answered the office phone.

  Good morning my beautiful angel," Jean replied.

  “Well, good morning,” Ashley responded, looking around to make sure the partners weren’t around, “We’re in a brave mood this morning.”

  Jean laughed, “Yes, I am. I just got word that John Garrett is going to get Mark Thompson for a judge. The list of charges includes: false imprisonment, aggravated assault, robbery, and threatening an elected official.”

  “Wow,” Ashley said, “That might get him a little time away.”

  “Yeah, Mark is going to go for the maximum sentencing. Garrett better get himself a really good lawyer.”

  “Well, it won’t be us,” Ashley assured her.

  “I didn’t think so. You want to hear my other good news?” Jean asked.

  Ashley could hear the smile in her voice, “Absolutely.”

  “Do you remember when Governor Michaels was running for office there were rumors about him having an affair with his secretary when he was in the Kentucky House of Representatives?”

  “Yeah, the secretary denied the rumors, and it went away,” Ashley recalled.

  “Well, the secretary denied it because she was having an affair with another woman, another Kentucky House of Representatives member,” Jean explained.

  “You’re kidding,” Ashley replied, astonished.

  “Nope. She ended things with Michaels because of the woman. She didn’t want to expose the woman she was having an affair with because the woman was married at the time,” Jean added, “I suspect that Michaels did some heavy threatening to both women.”

  “So how is this going to help us?”

  “How about you meet me for lunch and talk about it in person?” Jean asked.

  Ashley was stunned. Jean wanted to meet her for lunch? “Sure. Where do you want to meet?”

  “Alberto’s. I’m craving Italian.”

  “Okay. One o’clock?”

  “Can you go at noon? I have cases to hear starting at one,” Jean requested.

  “Sure, I can go at noon. I guess I’ll see you at Alberto’s then,” Ashley answered.

  “I can’t wait,” Jean told her and hung up.

  Mary was standing behind Ashley with her eyebrows raised questioningly, “Was that who I think it was?”

  “Yes. Can you believe she wants to have lunch with me in broad daylight?” Ashley bubbled as she turned in her chair to look at Mary.

  “No. I can’t,” Mary responded.

  Ashley twirled her hair. “She said John Garrett got Judge Thompson, and they have at least four charges against him, including threatening an elected official. That should get him at least a few years in jail.”

  “Oh yeah,” Mary agreed. “I suspect he’s going to get at least five years for everything he did. And, he had aggravated assault and domestic violence charges previously, so he could be looking at five to ten years. So what else did she say?”

  Ashley looked past her at the inner offices, and then motioned for Mary to come closer. “Her father found some stuff on Governor Michaels. Something about the affair he was accused of having. I don’t think she wanted to talk about it over the phone, but I’ll tell you about it when I get back.”

  “Can’t wait,” Mary smirked and went back to her desk, “So I guess I need to go to lunch at one, huh?”

  Turning to grin at Mary, Ashley added, “Please.”

  * * *

  Alberto’s was busy, as usual. Jean was waiting by the front door for Ashley. “I’ve already put my name on the list. Hopefully, we’ll get called soon
.”

  “Good, I’m starved,” Ashley looked around at all the business people waiting to get seated, “Are you sure you’re okay with us meeting here?”

  Jean looked at Ashley and smiled affectionately, “Yes, I’m perfectly fine with meeting here.”

  The hostess called Jean’s name, and led them to a table for two against the wall. After handing them their menus the hostess said, “Roger will be your waiter. Can I take your drink order?”

  “Just sweet tea for me,” Ashley replied.

  “I’ll have the same,” Jean answered and opened her menu, “I’m thinking about having the shrimp scampi. Do you have a favorite dish here?”

  “The shrimp mezzaluna is my favorite,” Ashley responded, looking over the menu.

  Roger, their waiter, appeared with their drinks, “Are you ladies ready to order?”

  Jean looked at Ashley, “I am. Are you?”

  “Yeah,” Ashley told him, “I’m going to get the shrimp mezzaluna.”

  “And I’m going to have the shrimp scampi,” Jean added.

  “Very good,” Roger acknowledged, “Your salad and bread sticks will be right out.”

  Roger had no more than walked away when another young man appeared with a large bowl of salad and a platter of bread sticks. He used the salad thongs to put a large helping on each of the plates he had placed in front of them. Picking up the pepper grinder he’d brought with him, he asked, “Pepper?”

  “Please,” Jean and Ashley answered in unison and then grinned at each other.

  When he finished with the pepper, he picked up a cheese grinder, “Parmesan?”

  “Yes,” Ashley said.

  “I’ll pass,” said Jean.

  “Would you like a dressing other than vinegar and oil?” he asked.

  “No,” both Jean and Ashley responded.

  The young man ground some fresh parmesan for Ashley, drizzled olive oil and vinegar over their salads, gathered his tools, and then left with promise that their food would be out soon.

  “I’m glad to see we have Italian food in common,” Jean observed.

  “Me, too. And shrimp apparently,” Ashley agreed.

  “I love all kinds of seafood,” Jean explained taking a bite of her salad.

  Ashley did the same. “Me, too,” Ashley took a bite of her salad, picked up a breadstick and pinched off a piece. “So, can you tell me more about what you have on Governor Michaels?”

  Jean set her fork down, placed her chin on her entwined fingers, and smiled at Ashley, “I’m sure you are aware of the news about Representative Connie Sayers coming out a few months back.”

  “Of course,” Ashley replied, “It was a huge deal because she has put together a committee to stop Governor Michaels from overturning Governor Beshear’s executive order preventing discrimination against state workers based on their sexual orientation.”

  “And guess who her wife is,” Jean’s grin widened.

  “Governor Michael’s former secretary?” Ashley put her hands to her mouth to keep from bursting out laughing, “Talk about irony.”

  “That’s not all,” Jean continued, “Governor Michaels is not on the Judicial Conduct Committee and actually bullied his way into my hearing. He wanted to force me to retire because he has someone he wants to appoint to my court, but he doesn’t have any voting power on the committee.”

  “Oh really,” Ashley said.

  “I knew that, but at the time I was too terrified that I was going to be fired to think clearly,” Jean added taking another bite of her salad.

  “So, Governor Michaels doesn’t have that kind of authority over you?”

  “He can still make my life miserable if he chooses to do so, but I’ve talked to his former secretary. She said she has stuff on him besides their affair that she could use to get him to back off. My father also has one of his best attorney’s working on getting the governor back off.”

  “That is awesome,” Ashley beamed, reaching over to squeeze Jean’s hand.

  Jean hung on to Ashley’s hand, “What about you? Are you prepared for Mr. Lowry and Mr. Winslow to find about us?”

  “Well, I’m not planning on coming out to them anytime soon,” Ashley replied, letting go of Jean’s hand.

  Jean leaned toward her and whispered, “Too late, they already saw us.”

  “Shit,” Ashley whispered back and looked over her shoulder. Mr. Lowry and Mr. Winslow were being seated at a table across the room. Ashley looked into Jean’s wary eyes. She sighed and squeezed Jean’s hand again, “Oh well, it’s like I told Mary this morning. I’m a good legal aid. I can find another job if I have to.”

  Squeezing Ashley’s hand back, Jean let out a relieved sigh. Over the past few days, she had begun to realize just how important Ashley was to her. Despite their eighteen year age difference, Jean truly enjoyed Ashley’s company and needed her presence in her life, “Hopefully it won’t come to that.”

  “So,” Ashley answered picking up her fork, “are we going to start dating now?”

  Jean laughed, “Start?”

  Ashley laughed too, “I guess it is a little late for that. Besides, I think we spent about a year dating.”

  “True,” Jean agreed.

  Ashley took a few bites of her food and studied Jean for a few minutes, “So tell me something about you that I don’t know.”

  Chewing her food thoughtfully, Jean responded, “I like all kinds of music. Country is my favorite, but I like a lot of pop music too. You’re turn.”

  “I almost became a vet instead of a legal aid.”

  “Wow, that’s a big difference in career choices,” Jean observed.

  “Yeah,” Ashley agreed, “I love animals and I wanted to do something with them. I volunteered at an animal shelter during my senior year in high school. There was a vet who came in to check on the animals there. He took me under his wing and showed me a lot of stuff. Once I realized that part of my job as a vet would be to put animals to sleep though, I knew I’d never be able to do it.”

  “I couldn’t do that either,” Jean responded, “I love animals too. I just don’t have the time to have one. We always had dogs when I was a kid, and they require a lot of your time if you take care of them properly. I work too much now to have one.”

  Ashley nodded, “I’d probably have a dog if we didn’t live in an apartment. I hate the thought of having to put it in a kennel all day. I’d want to have a big fenced in yard and a doggy door so it could be free to run.”

  Neither realized they hadn’t finished their salads until Roger appeared with their entrees. They both moved their salad plates to the side to allow room for the plate with their dinner on it. Roger pulled a parmesan grater out of his apron loaded with fresh parmesan, “Would you like some parmesan on top?”

  Jean and Ashley answered, “No,” in unison.

  “Okay. Can I get you anything else?”

  “Not right now,” Jean told him.

  “Enjoy your meal. I’ll be back in a little while to see how you are doing,” He turned and quickly walked away.