Naked Choir Practice

Naked Choir Practice by Kendall Swan

Stephanie walked back up to the choir loft after everyone else had gone home. She’d lost her keys somewhere in the church and she gave a muted exclamation of relief when she found them lying under one of the potted plants. That would have been the last thing she needed.

This had been one of the longest days she could ever remember. Stephanie sat down with her back against the wall. She was surprised to find herself fighting back tears. She sniffled and pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes to stop them. Preacher’s wives were not supposed to cry!

It was just that she missed Derek so much. He’d been gone for over two months on a mission trip and before he could come home from that, he’d been called to a meeting that would last another week. While she kept up a cheerful front, she was miserable. Four separate parishioners had come to her with crises in the past two days and she was doing her best, but she just didn’t have Derek’s way with people. They’d left telling her how helpful she’d been, but she thought that they were probably just being nice.

To top it all off, choir practice had been awful. She wasn’t sure exactly what they’d sounded like but it hadn’t been anything angelic. It was more like a group of tone deaf cats had suddenly tried singing for the first time.

Okay. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. But it really, really hadn’t been good.

She heard the door of the church open and close and she held her breath. Did someone else need something already? She glanced around the choir loft. She couldn’t see any purses, glasses, or phones. What could they possibly want?

Her heartbeat sped up when the other possibility hit her. What if it wasn’t a parishioner? What if it was a robber? Stephanie remained where she was, but she reached out and got a solid grip on one of the smaller potted plants and scooted around so that she was facing the stairs that led to the choir loft. She’d played softball all through high school and college and she knew that she wouldn’t have a problem making contact if she needed to.

The stairs squeaked as someone ascended them. She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut briefly. Whoever it was would be in the choir loft with her soon.

A man’s form filled her vision when she opened her eyes again and she threw the flower pot instinctively. The man ducked and Stephanie gasped.

“Oh Derek!” she said as the terra cotta pot shattered slightly to her husband’s left. “Oh honey, I am so, so sorry!”

“Are we a little nervous?” he asked with a grin as he brushed a clump of dirt off of the sleeve of his long sleeved jersey knit shirt.

“Just a little,” she admitted with an embarrassed smile as she appraised him for damage.

Other than the dirt he’d just removed, he looked fine. More than fine in fact. She loved his traveling clothes. Since he was a preacher, he tried to dress well most of the time, but he traveled in jeans and simple shirts that showed off his muscular frame. He looked more like he had in college when they’d met and she couldn’t think of those days without getting a little shiver down her spine.

She started to stand up, to go and throw her arms around him and ask why on earth he was home early, but she sat down beside her before she could. He gave her a smile as he reached for her hand and twined his fingers through hers.

“I missed you,” Derek said, brushing her dark hair behind her ear and giving her a short kiss. “I was glad when the meetings ended early. I’m also glad that I remembered your schedule and I could come get you here. Even if you weren’t glad to see me.”

She saw the sparkle in his blue eyes as he said the last part, but she looked at him seriously and said, “Derek, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you. Why do you think I’m sitting up here in the choir loft feeling sorry for myself?”

“Is that what you’re doing?” he asked. “It looked like pitching practice to me.”

She swatted him lightly on the chest and he let go of her hand to drape his arm over her shoulders.

“If I ever go away that long again I’m going to have to take you with me,” he admitted. “I’ve been going crazy.”

“Oh really?” she said with a teasing glint in her eye. “Then why don’t we head home?”

“What would we do there?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“I don’t know,” Stephanie said casually. “Maybe something that starts like this.”

She tilted her chin and pressed her lips to his in what was supposed to be a short, light, kiss. It didn’t turn out that way. His mouth slanted over hers and the kiss became desperate. Before she knew what was happening, he’d pulled her into his lap.

“Derek,” she whispered as she pulled back a bit. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he lied, as he nudged her legs apart, encouraging her to straddle him.

Stephanie felt her skirt hike up around her thighs as he pulled her down against him and she caught her breath when she felt his erection bump against her through his pants and her panties.

“You look so sexy dressed like this,” he said softly, running his fingers over the crisp linen shirt she’d worn to choir practice. “And you know those heels drive me crazy.”

Heels were her weakness. She kept it prim and proper in all other ways, but she was short and she preferred her heels sky high to compensate just a bit for it. The heels in question were her favorites, black, sleek, and high; she knew how good they made her legs look, especially in her charcoal gray skirt.

She felt Derek’s fingers trail down the outside of her thigh and continue, just lightly enough to arouse her, down to the outside of her ankle, where the strap of the shoe rested.

“Let’s go home,” she suggested again.

“Not yet,” he murmured as he moved back up her leg, on the inside this time.

The arousal went from simmering to boiling with just that simple touch and she moved against him involuntarily.

“Did you miss me?” he asked as he began to kiss his way down her neck to the prim collar of her shirt.

“Yes,” she whispered, her breath catching as his fingers traced a teasing path up the inside of her thigh and stopped just short of her panty line.

“How much?”

“So very much,” she answered as her head fell back to give him better access to the sensitive skin of her throat. “I thought about you all the time.”

“Did you miss me here?” he asked, cupping her pussy possessively.

“Yes,” she moaned.

“I think I can tell,” Derek said. “You’re so wet, Stephanie.”

She rotated her hips, rubbing herself against his steady palm. With his free hand, her husband flicked the top button of her shirt undone. She started to protest, but he pressed his lips to the newly exposed skin and she lost her train of thought.

One of his fingers dipped under her panties as he unbuttoned the next button and she moaned low in her throat when he began to circle her clit with his index finger while kissing his way down her body. By the time he had two fingers buried deep in her pussy and her shirt was lying crumpled on the floor beside them, she’d forgotten what her objection could have been.

Derek loved the way Stephanie had lost all of her inhibitions. She was riding his fingers the way he was dying for her to ride his cock and she was so lost to the sensation that she didn’t even protest when he unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side.

He lowered his head and ran his tongue over her nipples. She moaned and cupped the back of his head, holding him there in a silent plea for more. He didn’t mind giving in. She grew wetter and wetter the longer he played with her and finally, two months without her caught up to him and his hands went to his belt.

“Derek,” she said when she heard the sound of his zipper in the still church. “I don’t think...I mean...here?”

Her face was flushed and her nipples were stiff. His fingers were wet from her arousal and his cock was as stiff as a pole.

“I need you,” he said honestly. “I can’t wait until we get home. Can you?”

“No,” she admitted after a moment. “No, I want you right now.”

“Then come here.”

He pulled her closer, still allowing her to straddle him and she saw him grip his cock. With him positioning himself for her, it was easy to lower herself onto his hardness. She went slowly because she loved the way it felt to be stretched, to have him fill every inch of her. His hands tightened on her ass as she began to move.

Derek couldn’t help but stare at Stephanie as she worked her body over him. She was still wearing her heels and her skirt was bunched up around her slim waist. He’d only pushed her red silk panties to the side before he’d taken her. She was holding onto the railing of the choir loft for leverage now and it put her bouncing breasts in the perfect place for him to continue to play with them.

He pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he sucked the other between his lips. Stephanie threw her head back and moaned his name, riding him harder. He could see his cock pushing into her and pulling back out with every snap of her hips. It glistened with her wetness and the sight, as well as her tightness, made his body clench in readiness to come. Two months was a long time. Derek took a deep breath to control his urges and reached down with his free hand, pushing her silk to the side a bit more and running his fingers up the lips of her pussy in the way that he knew she loved.

“Mmmmm,” Stephanie sighed as she rolled her hips, leaving him deep in her so that they both got all the sensation they needed.

As a reward, he began rubbing her clit in firm circles. She bucked forward from the new influx of pleasure and he rubbed her slick skin even harder. He needed her to come for him before his own reactions got out of control. She was keeping him deep now, riding him with smaller movements and having every inch of his cock caressed by her velvet softness was everything he’d been dreaming about the whole time he’d been away.

Stephanie felt the orgasm start with a slow build as her body went tense. These were the best kind for her, because they crashed over in waves of pleasure that would continue as long as Derek was moving inside her. The first wave crested and she moved her grip from the loft railing to her husband’s shoulders as his fingers continued to move, intensifying her pleasure.

She heard him groan as her body clenched his tightly with each inner spasm and his free hand moved from her breast to her ass where he gripped her tightly to keep her close against him.

She was working to hold back her screams but at the end it became impossible and her cries rang through the choir loft and the church at large as she called Derek’s name. At the last moment, he pulled her down and kissed her. He loved to feel her lips against his as he came.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as his body emptied into hers in several hot thrusts and then she collapsed against him, shaking as her orgasm finally ended. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, one hand clasping the back of her neck firmly. He knew she needed to be held this way to put herself back together after coming apart for him.

Eventually their breathing slowed and his body slid away from hers. She still didn’t move and he felt her press her lips to his neck, tasting the salt there. He ran his fingers through her hair. It come down as she rode him fiercely and he loved that.

Stephanie pulled back to say something about how crazy what they’d just done was, but he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her before she could.

“Thank you,” he said when he pulled back.

“For what?” she asked in confusion.

“For being here. For doing this. I can’t tell you how much I needed you tonight,” he said honestly.

To her shock, she felt his body nudge hers again during the next kiss.

“Derek,” she whispered. “I kind of think that we’ve been bad enough.”

“Don’t worry,” he answered with a laugh. “I can make it home for the next one.”

Naked Choir Practice by Kendall Swan

Copyright © 2013 by Kendall Swan

Sex, Avatar Style

Sex, Avatar Style by Kendall Swan

Ron was so sick of the sales jocks at work.  They had no conception of anything but sports, sex, and closing deals.  They couldn't possibly wrap their brains around the work it required to give them the short, empty highway to race to the finish line and close those deals.  The way Ron took their crazy numbers and laid them out nicely for the bosses, one would think they would worship him.  He made them look good. 

He was just a flunky accountant in their eyes.  Those guys wouldn't even give him the time of day.  They brought in the money so they ran the show.

Ron had to act busier than he actually was.  Yesterday, he had decided to try Alternative Life, the online role playing world.  He knew it was a risk doing it at the office but wasn't that the whole point of bringing your own hard drive to work? 

He logged back on and finished setting up his appearance.  He then purchased his land so he was in his own virtual house now.  His real interest in this game wasn't hanging out in his virtual house, though.  He did that enough in the real world.  He wanted to fuck, even if only online.  Whatever works, he thought. 

He went about purchasing a penis.  Ron laughed as he remembered that old 90’s song about a ‘detachable penis.’  Once he was all set with his appearance and penis, he went to explore, flying at first.  He discovered a sex club.  He was about to go in when Russ appeared at his door in his real world office.  He quickly changed his computer screen to a spreadsheet.

“Here’s the paperwork for the Humphrey deal.  Hey man, I’d really appreciate if you could get this one done quick for me.  I want to get it locked down by today so I can kick Dave’s ass for the month and receive Dave-subsidized drinks for a week.”  He talked using his entire body like some kind of large and wild animal. 

Ron looked through the paperwork and felt the anger rising inside of him.  It was a complete mess.  It was already four o’clock and it would take him at least three hours to get it locked in by today.  Ass, he thought. 

“I’ll do what I can, Russ.”

“Thanks, man. Hey, I knew you would come through for me.  You’ll be part of the Dave-Ass-Kicking team. Yea!”  Russ’ voice was as loud as it would be a football game.  Ron doubted his membership on such a team would warrant an invite to enjoy those free drinks.  But he didn't really care.  He was beyond hoping and waiting to belong. 

Ron got home around eight and logged into AL again.  He went back to that sex shop he had discovered earlier.  This is fantastic, he thought.  There were avatars of all shapes and sizes there.  A couple were having sex right there on the floor of the virtual club. 

Ron sat down next to an avatar that looked like she wanted virtual sex.  That is what Ron wanted to give her.  They chatted and it was decided they would go around the corner outside.  His avatar pushed hers up against the virtual brick wall and they started fucking avatar style. 

Ron paused to quickly pull down his pants and underwear.  He was alternating between typing and jacking off as his virtual self got off.  The virtual fucking wasn't very exciting visually.  Just two figures sort of rubbing up against each other.  But his new friend and he both knew what that represented.  They were fornicating in virtual public.  This was so hot to Ron.  He was the man in this world.  He could fuck whoever, whenever.

His helmet stuck straight up as continued to stroke his cock with his left hand.  He manned the computer with only one hand now.  His cock demanded his attention.  He imagined fucking this type of girl in real life, out in the open.  He would stick his cock so far up her it might hurt.  But she would love it.  She would be so wet for him. 

The real life equivalent of his AL activities sent his brain and cock over the edge.  He spewed white cum from his hard penis and continued stroking until his orgasm subsided.  He wiped up with tissues and did something online he would never do in real life.  He just up and logged off, abruptly ending their dirty tryst.  

[The End]

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Webcam Love

Webcam Love

Rayanne was heartbroken that Jim would be gone for another month.  They had been dating for six months when his work sent him to London.  And now they were extending it.  He was such a great guy and she thought he might be the one.  But the only thing about Jim she missed these days was his cock.  She hadn’t realized how spoiled she was with him. 

After the first few days, they had taken to having phone sex every evening before he went to sleep.  Thankfully, she was usually home by the time he called.  But it was getting stale after this long.   At least until this week.

Jim had sent her a package as soon as he found out his stay was extended.  She figured she was getting  some kind of thoughtful gift.  She was disappointed to find out it was only a top of the line web cam for her computer.  She told him she was disappointed because she was expecting, well, anything else, really. 

“Don’t worry,” he said.  “You’ll grow to love this gift and you’ll be sad when we don’t need it anymore.”

“If you say so,” was all she could say.

They started the live “phone sex” two nights ago and while it was wonderful to see Jim’s face and his body, it also made her sad that he was not there to touch her.   Rayanne was almost home for night three of their web cam dating experiment.  She had stripped and was sitting in the computer chair waiting for his call.  They connected and she saw that he was naked also on his hotel bed.  The lighting was good and she could see every bit of his toned and tan body.  And his gorgeous face.  His penis was flaccid right now but Rayanne knew it wouldn’t be that way for long.

“I need you to try something for me, Rayanne,” he said after they finished their small talk about their respective days. 

“I need you to touch yourself more while I’m jacking off.  I need you to pretend it’s me touching you.  That would be so hot and that is really the only reason I got the webcam.  There is nothing hotter to me than seeing you happy and aroused, Rayanne.”

Rayanne felt tense.  She had never touched herself in front of anyone before.  She hadn’t even done it that often at all.  And now he wanted her to perform. 

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to cum,” she said.

“That’s okay.  I want you to cum, but there’s no pressure.  It’s fine if you don’t.”

With that he started lightly stroking his cock and nodded for Rayanne to start touching herself.  She did so slowly at first.  Her self-consciousness was blocking her from really getting into it the way Jim was.  But she figured she could at least try to give him a good show.  She cared enough about him and their future together to do that.

She began rubbing her clit and then stuck her fingers up her pussy.  She was always struck by how foreign it felt to do that.  She kept fingering herself while Jim jacked off faster, his cock growing in length. 

“Rayanne, you are so beautiful.  Squeeze on of your breasts for me.  Yeah, that’s right.  I wish I was there to make love to you right now.  There’s nothing I want more, sweetie.”

Rayanne kept squeezing her breast and fingering herself.  While it felt pleasant, it wasn’t the over-the-top wild explosion of feelings she got when Jim was inside of her.  That was the best.  But she could tell Jim liked watching her.  He was about to cum even though it had only been a few minutes.  After Jim came and they said their goodnights, Rayanne made herself dinner and settled in for the night. 

The next day there was another box waiting for her at her doorstep as she came home from work. She didn’t doubt it was from Jim but she had no idea what it could be.  She tore the tape open with her keys and fumbled through the packing peanuts before she found a gleaming purple metallic cylinder.  It had a knob on the bottom.  She turned it and it started vibrating.  She jumped and then turned red with embarrassment as she realized what this gift was and why it was sent to her. 

The card inside read, “Use it with love and think of me.  We’ll give it a test drive tonight.”

Oh my god!  Jim was really getting into this masturbating thing.  Just then he called to see if she was ready.  She stripped and went to the computer room.  After they were connected he asked, “Did you get my gift?”

“Yes.  Right as you called, actually.”

“Sweetheart, you’re going to love it.  I promise.  In fact, you might not even need me to come back after you have some fun with this toy.” 

“Whatever.  You’re silly.  This is a gift for you.  I’m doing this for you, okay?”

Rayanne hadn’t meant to sound quite that sharp so she started rubbing herself to distract him from her tone.  Thankfully, her nails were short so she didn’t have to worry about hurting herself. 

“Jumping right in.  I like it,” Jim said as started stroking his flaccid penis.  He became hard quickly, though, as he watched Rayanne circle her clit with her fingertips. 

“Okay, now sweetie, get the vibrator and turn it on.”  Rayanne did as she was told and nervously held it as it buzzed in her hand. 

“Now just lightly put the tip of the end on your clit where your fingers were.  You can move it around if you want, it’s up to you.”

“I thought I was supposed to put it in me.”

“We’ll get to that.  Do this first.”  Rayanne put the vibrator on her clit and jumped and giggled at the sensation.  Jim laughed and pumped his penis harder on her computer screen. 

“A little intense, right?  Hold there for a little bit and see what happens.” 

Rayanne held the vibrator there and her entire body heated up.  She moaned and then became embarrassed that she had moaned.  But her embarrassment was soon taken over with pleasure sensations like she had never felt before. 

She fingered herself as deeply as she could.  After getting frustrated with the limitations of her fingers she slipped the vibrator inside her pussy.  She closed her eyes as she felt it slide in.  She heard Jim moan through the speakers by her computer.  He must like what he sees on his screen, she thought.

She pumped the vibrator in and out a few more times before bringing it back up to her clit.  Applying the buzzing pressure for a few seconds was all it took for her body to succumb to sweet orgasm.  She circled her clit with the vibrator as waves of pleasure ran up and down her body.  Then, when it was done, the vibrating no longer felt good on her hypersensitive clit and she lifted it off.

She opened her eyes to find Jim smiling.  She could tell from that smile that he had climaxed also.  She turned the vibrator off and said goodnight to Jim.  He blew her a kiss and told her thank you then clicked off their connection. 

Rayanne continued to masturbate for Jim every evening during the second month he was gone.  She also did it a couple more times on her bed before she went to sleep.  The second month went by much faster than the first.  But Jim was wrong in that she was especially glad to have him and his cock back home.  

NAKED Santa

NAKED Santa

Carissa knew she looked good in her elf costume but felt self conscious in it as she walked through the nearly empty mall to the Santa station in the early morning hours of Black Friday.  Her boss that she had interviewed with two days before greeted her there and apologized for not having enough time to introduce her to her fellow elves and the Santa she would be working with for the next few weeks. 

Her boss was going on about how to do something but Carissa was having a hard time listening because she was struck by the Santa's eyes.  They were pale blue with green specks but there was something in them that mesmerized her--a compassion with an edge, something.  Carissa suddenly became even more aware of her skimpy tights and leotard with an elf jacket costume.  Those Santa eyes would be watching her.  She could tell by the small amount of face she could see that he was not that old and definitely not overweight.  She wondered how he had gotten the Santa job in the first place.  He literally didn't fit the part. 

"Do you think you can handle that, Carissa?" her boss asked.

"Uh, yes, no problem.  Thanks, Ms. Watson."

Carissa didn't know what she had said yes to but figured she could pick it up as she went along.  She could always ask the other elves for help, if necessary.  She stashed her backpack with her change of clothes under the red felt drop cloth covering the register table and readied herself for the onslaught of distraught children and high strung parents.    

The mall opened with much fanfare to celebrate the vast amounts of money they would be taking in and in no time the line for Santa pictures was over an hour long.  Carissa caught on quickly as she suspected she would.  She, the other elves, and the Santa all played their roles easily. 

It soon became clear why the Santa had been hired.  The kids loved him.  Despite the costume and huge North Pole setup, he could get laughs out of the most shy and intimidated kids.  His demeanor was fun and light--jolly even-- and charisma oozed from him effortlessly. 

The Santa caught her staring at him a couple of times.  Carissa was curious what the rest of his face looked like under the fake beard, mustache, and hair.  Each time he caught her, the corners of those eyes would turn up.  She assumed there was a smile looming under the bushel of fake, white hair on his face. 

The day went by quickly and Carissa's feet ached from standing all day.  She barely noticed because of the wordless flirting that had gone on all day with the Santa.  There was some kind of chemistry there even though they hadn't spoken to each other.  She hadn't even seen his face and yet felt drawn to him.

Carissa finished up closing the North Pole for the night and headed to the lockers to change out of her pixie elf outfit.  This morning's experience walking around in her barely there costume made of felt and covered in bells convinced her of the need to change at the mall instead of at her mom's house.

When she rounded the corner into the locker room she saw the Santa bending over and taking off his Santa pants.  She froze, afraid this was the wrong locker room and stood transfixed by the body in front of her.  The bad florescent lighting couldn't wash out his tan and muscular frame--a far cry from the image of Santa Clause. 

Carissa's eyes started down at his sinewy legs and moved up to his black boxers.  She noticed how the cloth draped delicately over the bulge between his legs.  The waistband hugged his lean waist that sat below his firm stomach.  Carissa stared at his midsection and thought she could see the faint hint of a six pack.  She continued her survey up to his filled out pecs that were dusted with curly salt and pepper chest hair. 

Carissa's eyes finally landed on his rugged face.  Besides being the opposite of Santa, his angular jaw was down right sexy.  Carissa had not been expecting to see a vision such as this half naked man in the locker room.  Her surprised face must have registered with the Santa because when she finally met his eyes, he was smirking.

"Not what you were expecting, right?" he asked.

"What?  Um, no, not at all, actually," Carissa stammered.  She suddenly became aware of the slight wetness between her legs and the hardness of her nipples.  Thankfully, those physical cues of her desire were not visible to the Santa.  Suddenly, a small but pushy part of Carissa's mind wished they were.

The Santa's gaze had a similar effect as earlier.  She felt the fierce connection they had been experiencing all day in brief instances, though not this urgently.  Her body immediately responded with a jolt.  The connection along with his almost naked body standing before her was nearly too much for Carissa. 

She felt the urge to feel that body up against hers.  She took a step closer unconsciously and watched as a grateful smiled crept across the Santa's face.  It was only then that her awareness came back to her, at least in part, and she realized the empty room wasn't supposed to be empty.  The other elf girls should be there, too.  Again the Santa read the confusion on her face because he spoke as if he could read her mind.

"All the other girls came and got their stuff.  They don't stick around long.  And they mostly change in the ladies restroom up the hall," he said.

"Oh," was all Carissa could muster in response.  Her mind was in a battle for control over her body. 

'Go to the bathroom, NOW!' it ordered.

'Kiss him,' her body responded back.

In a split second decision Carissa decided to let her body win for once.  She had been holding back during school so she could concentrate on her studies.  But she was on Christmas vacation now and her young body was demanding satisfaction. 

Carissa took another step towards the Santa.  They were only a couple of feet apart.  Though her body had won the battle for control, her mind had not gone into the silent night. 

'Ask him his name,' her mind squeaked.

"Uh, what's your name?" Carissa asked less smoothly than she would have liked. 

"Edward," the Santa responded.  He stuck out his hand casually.

"Carissa," she said as she put her hand in his and shook it.  She immediately noticed the feel of his skin against hers.  Trivial as the touch may be, it was dousing gasoline on an already burning flame within Carissa that had begun to burn the moment she took in his handsome and decidedly un-Santa-like form. 

"Nice to meet you, Carissa.  You did a good job today for your first day.  You have a way with children."

"So do you.  I've never seen anyone get a child to open up as quickly as you do.  It's no wonder you're a Santa.  Despite not having the body for it all," Carissa replied, scanning his body admiringly as she spoke.

Edward laughed heartily before his demeanor shifted slightly to reveal a trace of self-consciousness.  He looked down and started moving quickly to dress. 

"Sorry.  How inappropriate of me.  I'm figured I had the locker room to myself.  I'll dress quickly and get out of your way." 

Alarm flooded Carissa's body like a cold shower.  She internally scrambled to find a reason for him to stay. 

"You don’t have to go," she blurted out without thinking. 

Carissa couldn't believe she had just said those words out loud.  Her body froze in response. 

Edward paused and turned back around to face her.  He did not say anything but Carissa could see that same small smile and a hint of excitement glimmer in his eyes. Inside, her body danced in response.

"What do you mean?" he asked purposefully. 

"Uh, I don't really know," Carissa said as she eyed his body.  Her body knew what it wanted but she didn't entirely know how to go about getting it. 

Edward's demeanor loosened and he clasped Carissa's hands in his, caressing the backs with his thumbs. 

"You know, you are a very pretty girl.  You make that elf costume look, well, hot, instead of silly," he purred.

Edward pulled her body close to his.  Carissa felt the twin chemicals of lust and adrenaline rush through her body.  She didn't know what she was doing.  Edward had sensed that and was leading her down the exact path she wanted.

He moved in to kiss her at the same time as his hands wrapped around her waist and pulled it flush against his.  Carissa could vaguely feel his cock as it twitched against her stomach.  Her mouth was being consumed by his.   The small presence of mind still available to her was quickly washed away with the flood of sensations she now felt. 

Carissa felt her clit tingle as their passionate kiss increased in urgency.  Edward was pulling off her clothes like they were on fire.  After peeling her leotard off he paused to admire her small, innocent breasts.  The curve of her creamy skin invited his hand to squeeze as he kneeled and sucked on her tiny, pale pink areolas.

Carissa ran her hands through his thick salt and pepper hair as he licked, bit, and tweaked her nipples.  The small mix of pleasure and pain piqued her desire and it elevated to the more raw state of lust.  Carissa felt a hand rub her labia lips and clit over her tights which were the only thing left on her body.  Edward smiled and met her gaze as he pulled his two fingers out from between her legs.  He must have felt my wetness even through my tights, she thought.   

Still kneeling and moving with a gentle touch, Edward pulled her tights down her legs.  His soft hands caressed the length of her legs as he did.  He slowly rolled the tights and waited for her to pull her feet out and laid them on the floor with the rest of her strewn about clothing.  Edward stood up and pulled his own solitary piece of clothing off in the same manner.   They stood briefly, naked, staring at each other before rushing into the other's arms and resuming their passionate kissing. 

Carissa felt her body heat up with anticipation as Edward's rock hard cock rubbed against her skin.  Her own will was so fully at ease now he could have done anything to her.  Edward disengaged, reached inside a bag in his locker, and pulled on a condom as he pulled Carissa's body to the floor with his. 

The industrial carpet was relatively clean if not comfortable. But Carissa noticed none of this as she spread herself horizontal on her back for Edward to devour.  Her body was screaming to be consumed.  She spread her legs and pulled them up in the air. 

Edward mounted her with less speed than she wanted.  He pushed his length inside her tight pussy slowly, his eyes closed.  After he was half way inside Carissa he opened his eyes to look at her.  Carissa felt the heat of his gaze go through her.  His look absolutely captured the pure lust she was feeling throughout her entire body. 

"Do you want me to be gentle?  I don't want to hurt you," Edward whispered before he brushed his lips along hers.  The teasing effect of both his cock and his lips was too much for Carissa.

"No," she nearly shouted, momentarily confusing both of them.  The pause was broken by the deep thrust of Edward's cock into Carissa's waiting pussy.  She felt her pussy automatically contract in response, squeezing his cock tighter. 

"Oooh," Edward moaned as he savored her little body.  He pulled out again only to thrust impatiently once more.  His rhythm shifted to a quicker, less explosive pace.  Carissa felt the pleasure building in her clit as a result.  Her hands hugged his back pulling his body closer to hers as he fucked her on the floor of the mall locker room.  She could feel his finespun chest hair rub against her breasts.  Her nipples pebbled. 

Edward sucked on Carissa's neck as he rocked her body back and forth.  The friction from the hard floor was only barely registered as the sensation of Edward's cock pushing deep inside her body demanded all of her attention. 

Carissa felt each stroke push her closer and closer to orgasm.  The pleasure floating throughout her entire body began concentrating and growing in her groin.  She hugged Edward's hips with her legs as she attempted to push him deeper up into her desperate pussy.  

Edward pulled his face up to meet look Carissa.  Again, she was immediately filled up on another level by the intensity of his gaze.  He wanted to consume her and Carissa wanted nothing more in that moment than to let him. 

In a flash, Edwards lips were on hers and his tongue rammed into her hot and wet mouth matching the magnitude of his cock ramming itself into her hot and wet pussy.  He ravaged her cunt and mouth simultaneously as he drove her up to her peak.  Vivid colors flashed in Carissa's eyesight as her body was pushed over the edge to ecstasy.  She squeezed Edward's body with her own as the orgasm continued to rock her insides.

Edward looked down at her face mired in pleasure and let loose even more than he already had been.  Carissa, in her ecstatic state barely felt the skin slowly being rubbed off of her spin in the middle of her back as Edward fucked her harder and faster than she had ever been fucked before. 

He leaned down on his elbows above her shoulders and placed his scratchy cheek against hers.  A low moan escaped as his rhythm stopped and started with explosive thrusts that served to both lengthen Carissa's incredibly intense orgasm and bring with it new pain. 

She felt a white hot pain in her scalp and she realized on the edge of her consciousness that Edward's hand was in her hair, pulling.  His moan grew to a scream and Edward let go of his hot juice inside her.  Carissa's orgasm finally began to recede as Edward's continued on.  Other sensations of her body crept into her mind with their various levels of pleasure and pain. 

Edward's body finally relaxed and he pulled his head up from her cheek.  The enjoyment painted all over Edward's face filled Carissa with exhilaration and pride.  Her previous sexual experiences had been so much more hit or miss.  She pulled his head down to kiss him.  Their lips met gently this time as if realizing the tender state of each of their bodies after fucking so randomly and yet with so much passion. 

Carissa, filled with pride and confidence, pulled their kiss apart, met Edward's pale blue eyes, and whispered, "I think this is going to be my favorite Christmas."

NAKED Parent Teacher Conference

Mary Hancock finished grading the last test and began tidying up her desk. It had taken her longer than usual to get the tests all graded because she was so distracted. Jason Rawlings, Conner’s dad, would be here any minute for the parent teacher conference. They had been flirting all year at school events and Mary often went home to masturbate while thinking of him. Today was no different except that she didn’t want to wait until she got home to touch herself while imagining his broad, thick shoulders over her and his broad, thick cock inside of her.

She didn’t actually know the size of his cock, but his chest was full and broad. He had a very strong jaw and warm, brown eyes. Mary had also noticed his large hands and had often wondered what he did for a living. Did he use those large hands for work or merely for pleasure?

Mary felt her juices start to flow between her legs as she thought of Jason now. This would be the first time they had ever been alone together and she didn’t know if she would be able to hide her reaction from him.

She finished tidying up her desk and got out her compact to check her makeup. It had held up pretty good throughout the day. She heard a knock at the door and felt her heart palpitating in exciting anticipation. She looked up to see Jason had appeared in the doorway with a familiar smile on his face. 

That was the thing with them. They didn’t technically know each other that well but there always seemed to be such an unspoken connection between them.

“Hi there, Miss Hancock,” he said jauntily as he walked purposefully into the classroom. She got up to greet him and shook his hand awkwardly. It seemed as though such a formality was unnecessary given their sexual connection, unrealized as it may be. 

Jason headed to the regular seat in front of her desk that she had brought in especially for him. Then Mary headed towards the door to close it. She was thankful the doors at this school didn’t have windows. It made for a less distracting teaching environment. And more intimate meeting place.

She returned to her desk and looked Jason squarely in the eyes.

“Mr. Rawlings, you never mentioned why you wanted this parent teacher conference. What is it you would like to discuss today?” She shifted in her seat behind the desk. The movement made her pussy cry out for attention, preferably from Jason. 

Jason was looking at her with a warm smile. It was different from the other times she’d seen him. He looked less casual. Was he nervous? 
“Well, Miss Hancock,” he said formally. “I want to know why Conner wasn’t invited to the advanced REACH program. I was sure he would be. The boy is gifted.”

“Those invitations are based on test scores and teacher recommendations. The recs don’t come into play that much. It’s mainly test scores. I’d have to look up his scores in the office to see what we’re talking about here,” Mary replied. She noticed that his manner was aggressive, but his eyes still shown in a kind manner. She couldn’t read what was going on with him, but she knew it wasn’t normal. 

“I have them right here. They were mailed last week, but there was no accompanying letter of invitation.” 

Mary watched as he halfway got up from his chair to retrieve the papers from his back pocket. She noticed his athletic thighs under his jeans along with his narrow waist. Her eyes started to drift towards his crotch for a second before she caught herself and looked down. Had she seen a bulge there? She couldn’t be sure.

Before she could look again, he slid the papers across her desk and sat back down. She took them and glanced up to eyes briefly to acknowledge their receipt. Upon meeting his eyes, heat and awareness of her body washed over her. The spark that she had felt was there without a doubt. 

It seemed like a charade, what they were doing. But she had no actual reason to believe he was anything more than a concerned parent. There were no overt gestures. It might have all been in her mind. She hoped not.

The test scores were high which she remembered. Conner had always been a bright and capable student. But it looked like his scores were 2 points under the cutoff for the invitation.

“I’m sorry Mr. Rawlings. His scores just barely missed the mark.”

“But they were close, yes? Can’t you put in a recommendation?” Mary took in his pleading face and wanted to give him anything he wanted. But she hadn’t recommended a student who had scored under the threshold before. She didn’t know how it would look. 

Mary nervously fidgeted with her pen on her desk and brought it to her mouth to chew it. She’d had that nervous habit since she was a kid. “I’ve never done that before Mr. Rawling-“

“Please, call me Jason,” he said standing from his chair and coming around to casually lean on her side of the large desk. “I only want the best for my son. And you probably know how beneficial this program is for kids.” He paused waiting for an answer.

“I do, but-“

“Then you know that as a good dad I would do anything to help my son succeed. I mean, that’s what any parent would do, right?” He inched a little closer to her and caressed her cheek with his finger. Mary almost jumped from his touch. Her legs involuntarily opened a couple of inches and she found herself leaning forward in her chair to listen to Jason. And stare.

“Right, yes, of course. Everyone wants the best for their child.” Jason smiled at her answer. He slowly let his hand drift from her cheek to her breast. He didn’t push or pinch. He merely caressed the shape of her breast over her satin blouse. Mary’s nipples pebbled from the attention. She also felt a fresh cream delivery from her pussy. 

She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had fantasized about this all year. And now it was happening—in her classroom! This was exactly the scenario she wanted. She wanted Jason to eat her pussy and finger fuck her. As much as she wanted his cock, she wanted his fingers even more. She had been noticing his large, muscular hands all year. She had fantasized about what his fingers could do to her. 

Jason put his hands lightly around hers and lifted them, motioning for her to stand. Their lips were almost touching. Mary could smell his minty breath. She was using all of her strength to not let go of all professionalism and sink her mouth onto his. 

“Miss Hancock… Mary. May I call you Mary?” he asked, his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her hips up against his own. She could feel his bulging cock through his jeans. He was so hard! Mary’s skin came alive at this newfound knowledge—her body preparing to indulge in sexual fun regardless of what her mind thought. 

“Mary, yes, call me Mary.” Jason was staring at her with those penetrating brown eyes. It was as if he could see her completely and knew what she had been fantasizing about this whole year. 

Jason put his soft lips on hers and slowly slid his tongue inside her mouth. She felt rational thought lose the battle for control in her mind. All she was good for was feeling now. One of his hands went up to the back of her neck and his kiss became more passionate. The other started unzipping the zipper of her skirt along her bottom. She had no pantyhose on like many of the teachers wore. And she only wore a thong so she wouldn’t have those unsightly panty lines under her nylon skirt. He soon slipped the skirt off of her and was caressing her bottom. 

Mary knew that another teacher or even the principal could come in at any moment. That frightened and excited her at the same time. Her juices were well on their way outside of her pussy and her thong was becoming a soggy mess. She slipped it down her legs and stepped out of it. She was now naked from the bottom down though she still had her heels on. 

Mary began kissing Jason more forcefully as she gave into her passions. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders and soon started caressing his bulge over his jeans. Her fingers found the button and zipper to his jeans quickly undid them. Jason apparently did not wear underwear. 

“Oh that is perfect!” Mary exclaimed upon finding this out by reaching the head of his throbbing cock. His body gave a little shudder at the contact. 

He paused from kissing her and asked, “Is there anything I can do to change your mind, Mary?” 

As he said this the hand that had been on her cheek was venturing toward her pussy lips, grazing over her rosebud in the process until it reached her wetness. Mary was loving every moment of this. She wanted to take advantage of the situation. Hopefully, Jason wouldn’t mind terribly much.

“Yes,” she said stepping back. “Take off your clothes,” she ordered. As she watched him remove his shoes and the rest of his clothes, she quickly slipped her satin blouse above her head and took off her bra. They were both naked in her classroom, just as she had imagined it. Mary sat on the edge of her desk with her legs spread. Her labia lips were shiny from her juices and her perky breasts moved slightly to the side as she leaned back. 

“Eat me,” she said simply. Without hesitation, Jason got on his knees and buried his face in her sex. His tongue started at the bottom, near her rosebud but not on it. He then shoved his tongue inside her entrance and Mary began to moan. He brought one hand over and put one finger inside of her as his tongue moved upward toward her clit. As the hot moisture made contact with her most sensitive part, she arched her back suddenly. This caused his finger to be rammed all the way inside of her pussy and her clit to be pushed forcefully against his teeth. This drove her even more wild.

He slid another finger inside of her and she squeezed them with her muscles drawing them in further. He slid his fingers in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster. All the while, his tongue was roughly massaging her clit. With his other hand he stroked his blood-filled cock in rhythm to his fingering. Then he shifted his fingering hand around where his thumb faced downward. He stopped eating her and concentrated on just her holes for the time being.

Mary was writhing on her desk. She felt her juices flowing faster and faster but hadn’t quite reached her peak. Then she felt his soft thumb graze her anus and electricity zipped through her body. He slowly began massaging her hole as he fingered her at the same time. Her legs were moving on his shoulders in the rhythm of his hand. 

“Your tongue. Put your tongue back on me!” Mary yelled in desperation. She could feel herself about to crest over the wave of pleasure and wanted his hot tongue to be the thing that pushed her. 

Hot, wet smoothness reached her erect clit. He licked her with his tongue lax at first. The tip of his thumb entered her anus. Her tight muscles gripped his fingers and thumb as they went in and out. Her juices were spread all over her pussy and ass now. 

Jason then started flicking her bud with his pointed tongue while adding another finger to her pussy. He was finger fucking her in both holes, hard. He moaned and the vibration from his voice on her clit was the last straw. She couldn’t hold it back any more. Her hips gyrated wildly as she climaxed and felt the waves of pleasure wash over her. 

Mary’s coming must have turned Jason on because he stood up jacking himself off with one hand and shallowly finger fucking her pussy. His large body tensed as he gave in to the sweet pleasure of coming. He ejaculated on her belly, his seed forming small white pools of opaque liquid across her smooth, pale skin. 

Jason looked at Mary embarrassed after he came. Mary smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it. I have some tissue in the drawer there. You can use them to clean me up.” Jason gingerly wiped both of their juices from her skin while Mary watched, leaning up on her elbows on her desk. The small amount of paperwork on her desk was strewn about but Mary didn’t care. She felt contented.

“So, Mary,” Jason said, “Do you think you can give my son that recommendation after all?” He had that same nervous look in his eyes from earlier. Mary thought he must have been worried that he didn’t close the deal first before making her come. She briefly thought about toying with him and enjoying her power for a few moments, but thought better of it. 

“Yes. Conner is a very bright boy. He will definitely being going places. He must take after his father,” she replied with a wink. “I’ll turn in the recommendation first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you,” said Jason. “For everything.”

“Don’t mention it. I’m just a civil servant.”


***** 


About the Author:
Kendall Swan is a stay at home mom and wife in north Texas. She loves writing, reading, and experimenting with erotica. She is an advocate of sexual expression and sexual exploration as a therapeutic tool and a basic necessity for a happy life. When she's not writing or wrangling children, she's researching (and occasionally traveling to) new locales for her stories

NAKED Parent Teacher Conference
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Erotic Target Chapter 3

The torso was blood soaked. The face was slashed and bloodied, eyes closed. The hands had been propped up on the steering wheel.

The violent mix of emotions the crime scene wrought broiled up in Detective Luke Armstrong's gut. He fought to force them back down. An impassive eye was needed to do his job. And getting the job done was what he was good at. He closed cases.

But he could still never get used to it. Prolonged exposure to the after effects of violence and, at times, evil, had not numbed his insides as he sometimes wished it would.

The gruesome scene was in stark contrast to the manicured lawns up and down the block. Murders didn't occur in these peaceful neighborhoods. Kids rode their bikes to school and dinner was eaten around a table. Murder had no place here.

Luke knew this case would either be closed by morning or drag on forever, replaced by more urgent cases with greater chances of closing.

Luke moved away from the bloodied car to make way for the M.E. Officer Josh Mason approached him on the street.

"Detective. Pretty ugly, huh?"

"Josh. I'm glad you're here. You can assist me on this one. I think I'm gonna need it after the week I've had."

"Really? Thanks, Luke, I appreciate your confidence in me. And, let me say, we're all real sorry about what's happened with Helen. That was pretty cold of her, serving you at the station like that."

"Thanks. I'll tell the Lieutenant that you're with me for this. Now, what do we have so far?"

Josh read from his notepad as they approached the house. Uniformed officers were milling about on the front lawn. Luke scanned the area as they arrived at the front door and noticed a spattering of neighbors watching despite the late hour.

"Victim, Dylan Pogue, 32. Lacerations all over his body. The ME will have to get the total count. I would say the slit in his throat is what killed him, though. It's messy and angry.

"I was the first to respond followed by Officer Tiggs ten seconds later. Thankfully, he saw the body first. Vic is the boyfriend of Scarlett Redmond, 28, owner of the home."

Luke took a step back and took a good look at the house as if for the first time. His eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, she got the house from her parents when they took to the seas for their retirement. Anyway, she's a wreck. He just moved in today. Her friend, Lilly Hawn, 28, is also present and has been all day helping with the move. She's more lucid but pretty shaken, also.

"Vic left the house around twenty one hundred to pick up some dinner. After an hour they starting freaking and then noticed the car still here. They called 911 after they saw him at twenty two oh eight.

"Pretty simple, but no helpful details. Vic never made it beyond getting in the car as far as we can tell. There's no food in the car. Martinez and Gray are canvassing but no witnesses so far," Josh said.

"Yeah, this neighborhood would be pretty quiet that time of night. Maybe there was a lone dog walker or the like. Make sure the canvas checks for that. Okay. Let's go in. I'll interview the girlfriend first. You take care of the friend for a while," Luke said.

"Yes, sir."

"Cut it out, Josh. You know I don't need that sir crap. I've already aged a decade this week."

They went in and Luke surveyed the scene. There were a couple more uniforms in the living room. There were boxes everywhere confirming the just moved in story.

Near the corner of the room was an L-shaped couch. On it sat two hunched over young women. The short haired girl had her arm around the blonde. Her blonde hair covered her face but Luke could see the soft hiccups of her shoulders indicating she was crying or had just stopped.

Her body looked as if had been a punching bag though there wasn't a mark on her. Luke felt the urge to hug her protectively even though he had never met her before. The ferocity of the feeling, the need to hold her, disoriented him momentarily. When he came back to the present, both girls were looking up at him.

"Hi, I'm Detective Luke Armstrong. I'll need to ask you some more questions, if that's okay."

Luke locked eyes with Scarlett and was struck by her beauty. Even with her red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face, innocent beauty radiated from her delicate features, tugging at Luke's cock and heart. He knew this case was going to be a hard one for him.

He flipped open his notebook and looked at Lilly who was still protectively hugging Scarlett close.

"You must be…Lilly Hawn. May I ask you to go with Officer Mason for a moment while I ask Ms. Redmond some more questions?"

Lilly looked at Scarlett who silently nodded. Josh escorted Lilly to the back bedroom.

"Should I call you Ms. Red-"

"Scarlett's fine," she said waiving away the niceties.

Luke kneeled in front of her to get a good read on her face as he interviewed her. Unfortunately, this gave him prime viewing of her slight cleavage. He could see her hardened nipples through her shirt and bra. The open front door must have brought in the night's cool breeze. Luke felt fine, but knew from experience that meant a woman was bound to be cold.

"Do you need a blanket or jacket?" Luke asked as reached over her shoulder for the blanket on the top of the couch behind her. He didn't wait for an answer as he pulled it around her fragile frame. He smelled the fruity scent of her shampoo. He settled in front of her to ask his questions and had to remind himself to keep his eyes up.

"Can you walk me through tonight?"

Luke strove to be gentle with her. Regardless of his immediate physical reaction to her, she was clearly in a frail state and necessitated extra care. Her life had been broken apart--to what degree he was about to find out. But she would never be the same. And he would be an indelible shard in one of the worst memories of her life.

This part of the process wasn't pleasant. It never was. But this was the life he chosen almost two decades back. There was no turning back now, no matter that the job suffocated every other part of his life.

Scarlett grimaced as she inhaled.

"He moved in today. Did you know that? We were taking that step. He wanted us to get a place together. I didn't want to move so he came to me. And now he's dead."

Scarlett stared at Luke, her eyes searching, lost. Her tears overflowed again and new liquid trails were formed down her cheeks. Luke resisted the urge to wipe them away. If she had anything to do with her boyfriend's murder, she was doing a damn good job of hiding it.

"What happened today?" Luke prodded.

Coming out of her grief and recalling events she began, "He spent the night here last night. He did that a lot."

Scarlett's face conveyed her meaning. Luke acknowledged this with his own look that was designed to mask the excitement that sparked through his body at understanding that she had been fucked last night, like most nights.

"Go on."

"Lilly, my best friend," Scarlett motioned her head towards the back bedroom before continuing, "she met us at Dylan's to help load the moving truck. It went quick and we arrived here this afternoon. Then it got weird. "

"How do you mean, weird?"

"Levi, from next door, kinda freaked out about Derek's car being in front of his house. I don't think he meant anything by it. He was probably just having a hard day. He reminds me of some of my more troubled kids at school. They just need a little more love and discipline. Except he's grown."

"Levi lives next door?" Luke motioned to his left. Scarlett nodded.

"How long have you known him?"

"More than two years. He's edgy and tough but I've never seen him be violent. He certainly couldn't have done that," she said gesturing towards the door and bowing her head.

A bleeding heart. That's what she was. Great. She won't be much help of she doesn't think some confrontational punk next door had anything to do with that evidence of rage outside. Normally, this type of thing would annoy Luke. But he only noted it and moved on.

"Can you describe Levi freaking out about Derek's car? Walk me through that."

Scarlett's face scrunched up to think. Luke stifled a smile. Despite the job he was supposed to be doing, her innocence struck him again. She had such a girlish air making her not look anything near her twenty eight years. A bubble of pure sexual desire floated up in Luke's psyche and was popped just as quickly as it came.

Luke would maintain control around this woman. He had to.

"Please continue, Scarlett."

She shifted her legs and brought them up Indian style. Luke couldn't help but notice her easy flexibility. His mind wandered to her legs reaching mind-bending angles around his body as he pounded his cock deep inside her tiny body.

God this has to stop!

Luke's cock grew immediately. He shifted his weight on the floor in front of her. When that didn't give him relief, he sat beside her on the couch, angling his body towards hers as much as possible.

"He was angry. He stormed out of the house and demanded Dylan move his car. Dylan stayed in control. It didn't escalate."

She broke eye contact with him and made another futile attempt to control her emotions. Doing his best to come across as blank but compassionate, Luke waited.

"I remember Bill from across the street was watching. Lilly wanted to do something about Levi but I held her back. Then. I don't know. It was over. Honestly, I would have forgotten about it if …"

It looked like she might break down again. Instead she brought her anguished face back up with considerable effort.

Luke was struck by her obvious pain. That couldn't be faked. He didn't believe in his gut that she had anything to do with this. But gut feelings weren't evidence.

Scarlett continued, "After that Bill came over to introduce himself to Dylan. He was really nice. He offered to help us with the boxes. He told Dylan to watch out for Levi and then went back inside. That's it. We finished unloading the truck. We were hungry and I was too tired to cook. I wanted takeout. Why couldn't I have just made us dinner?"

The tears flowed with abandon now. Luke knew he wasn't going to get much more out of her tonight. A couple more questions and he would wrap this up.

"Do you know of anyone who might want to hurt your boyfriend?"

"No. No one. He was a great guy. Everyone loved him."

That was the standard response in the first stages of grief. Memories and details would soon float to the surface little by little.

"Anything out of the ordinary besides moving in with you? At his work, maybe?"

"I don't think so. I don't know his coworkers well. But he never seemed stressed or anything."

"That's all for now. I'll need you to get me his work information and to stay available. Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight?"

"Lilly's. I'll stay there," Scarlett said.

"Okay, Scarlett, wait here. I need to talk to Ms. Hawn. I won't be long."

Luke stood, feeling relief and sadness that the interview was over. She looked up at him with forlorn eyes. In the brief moment they held each other's gaze, Luke's professional armor turned to ash. Whatever this bizarre power was that she had over him, he was defenseless against it. He was lost in her eyes and beholden to her body.

This had to stop. Or he would have to turn the case over to someone else. That would piss off the Lieutenant and Luke would be left to stew over the remains of his failed marriage.

Mercifully, Scarlett looked down, freeing Luke from having to conjure up enough self control to willingly break their raw connection. He thought she felt something, too. But the girl did just lose her boyfriend. He put a hand on her shoulder and moved away quickly.

Luke reached the bedroom and had difficulty not envisioning Scarlett naked on the bed as he recalled what she said about Dylan sleeping over. Most nights, she said. Most nights she was getting fucked. He deleted the image from his mind.

He conducted a cursory interview with Ms. Hawn. She confirmed everything Scarlett had reported. Her emotion was palpable as well. However, Luke did wonder if that emotion had more to do with worry over Scarlett than grief over the victim.

"Thanks for your patience, Ms. Hawn. Ms. Redmond mentioned staying with you tonight. I can have a uniform drive you two there," said Luke.

"Yes. No. I mean, yes, she'll stay with me. No, my car is down the street."

Luke watched her return to her friend and wondered if she was the butchering type.