Helen got an extra few hours sleep before getting ready for work. She put on her blue shirt uniform clearly identifying her as a police officer and faced the mirror to do up the buttons. Her eyes widen as she looked at her neck. Bruising was appearing up her neck line. She swore and did up her shirt buttons high, but some bruising could still be seen. She cursed herself again and put on her police jacket making sure the collar sat up and covered her neck.
Helen sat down outside a café where her two friends from the night before were waiting eagerly. A coffee was placed in front on Helen. Sarah reached over and lifted Helen’s sunglasses.
“Uh oh did someone have a late night?” laughs Sarah
Helen didn’t say anything, her smug look was communicating enough.
“Oh Helen you vixen, so what was she like, leave nothing out,” Rachel said while starting on her breakfast.
Sarah groaned, “For fuck sake will you say something.”
“It was nice.”
Both girls’ mouths dropped, “Nice?”
Helen nodded and started to eat when Sarah pulled back her jacket collar exposing a bruise.
“Hey don’t,” Helen puts collar up. “Ok… it was terrific, I was a little hesitant at first but she was so accommodating to me,” her words sounding corny.
“How was she accommodating?” pushed Sarah.
“She was gentle and..”
“Hello, bruises?”
“And passionate as well. We got a little over enthusiastic in some moments,” Helen laughed as she reminisced.
Rachel scoffed, “I wish some sweet, young thing would pick me up.”
Sarah laughed, “You don’t have what it takes, not like old reliable Helen.”
“Hey, enough of the old.”
“So was it one night or is this going to turn into a full on romance?” asked Rachel.
Sarah laughed, “Yeah did she leave you her number?”
Helen didn’t answer but instead produced piece of paper with a number on it.
Sarah snatched it, “No way….. no fucking way, she gave you her number!”
“Damn Helen, you must of made quite an impression,” laughed Rachel.
They all giggled like teenagers that had just scored a date with the most popular kid in school.
“When are you going to ring?” asked Rachel.
“I don’t know, it was a lovely night and she probably just gave it to me because she felt sorry.”
“Well you won’t know until you ring,” pushed Sarah.
Helen groaned and finished off her coffee, “I can’t believe this, I’m 43 years old and I’m carrying on like an adolescent wondering whether I should or shouldn’t contact someone.”
Rachel smiled, “Imagine being on the other end, waiting if will or won’t she call. I hate being on that end.”
“When do I call her,……like now?”
“No…. you don’t want to seem desperate, crowding,” advises Sarah.
“Well after work, catch up for a drink.”
“No…. then it would seem like an after thought at the end. No you ring her before lunch,” instructed Rachel as an expert.
“Who thought one night could have this much of a stressful aftermath,” groaned Helen.
“How old is she?” Sarah asked curiously.
“I have no idea, we didn’t exactly exchange ages, thank god.”
“Well as long as the most important things got exchanged,” laughs Sarah.
“What?” asked a confused Helen.
“Lots of sexual fluids, did she go down?”
“Ok you know I’m over this discussion so can we please talk about something else,” Helen looked at them both desperately.
Rachel and Sarah looked at each other then Helen, “No…….”
Helen drove up to the police station, called Waterfront. The station was mainly a water patrol serving the surrounding harbour, water front estates as well as neighbouring suburbs and main alfresco type tourist places. She looked out over the large harbour as it always had a calming affect on her. She recalls starting out as a constable quickly rising through the ranks of senior constable. She was one of the first female scuba divers in the police force when the Waterfront station opened up 20 years ago. She had trained numerous officers and after a bad accident 10 years ago was no longer allowed to dive. Instead she worked her way up to ranking sergeant of the station. The officers answered to her, and she answered to the captain of the station.
Helen made sure her jacket collar was up, took a deep breath and opened the door to the station. The young girl at the counter immediately got to her feet.
“Morning Sergeant… um how was your weekend?”
“Morning Constable Jones, it was ok,” holding a back smirk.
“Oh that’s ummm…. That robbery report I,” stammered the constable nervously.
Helen looked at her intensely knowing the report was not ready and usually she would have berated her incompetence but instead said, “Ok constable I’ll let you off for the time being, but I want it by lunch time, got it?”
“Yeah, Sergeant.”
The ground floor of the police station consisted of a meeting room, a few interview rooms, lock up cell for criminals, staff change rooms and lunch area. Upstairs were the offices of Helen and the captain and main meeting room for senior police. Helen entered her office and put her things away. She looked at mirror eyeing off her neck, the bruise getting darker.
“Stupid, careless woman,” then smirked as she remember the morning romp.
She was disturbed be a voice.
“Morning Helen, how are you?”
Helen looked around, “Hello Charlie, what have you got for me?”
Charlie was 38 years old, senior constable and a good friend of Helen. He was the only one that had the privilege to use Helen’s name rather than title. After all he was the one that saved her life.
“Nothing, just noticed you looking ….. radiant actually,” he smirks.
Helen didn’t change her expression.
“Anyway things have been rather quiet around here and I thought I’d take the new recruits out on a dive this afternoon. Provide the Sea Nautilus is not called away.”
Behind Helen’s view was the harbour, and tied up to the wharf was one of their patrol boats the Sea Nautilus. It was large enough to handle the rough open seas if it needs to leave the harbour.
“I’ll get back to you Charlie.”
“Ok…. So… back to the radiant look.”
“Goodbye, Charlie.”
Helen looked at this transfer list identifying an Officer C Mitchell to be starting in her station tomorrow. As yet no details have been passed on after two days of researching. Helen went down to the front office.
“Constable, why do I still have no idea who suppose to be transferring to my station? Who is C Mitchell? Why do I not have any records?”
“Umm, trying to track down in the system, there is a number of C Mitchells. I am working on it Sergeant.”
“Fine….” Growled Helen.
She hated not being in control and hated the Police bureaucratic system. Helen closed door to her office and sat at her desk. She pulled out the piece of paper from her jacket pocket and looked over the numbers. She picked up the phone and started to dial then hung up. She picked up the phone again but put it down.
“Oh for Christ sake just make the damn call you silly cow, ” she berated herself.
Her heart was beating at the thought of talking to her, if it was indeed a legitimate number. She dialled again and waited. After a few rings a voice answered.
“Hi…. Ummm it’s Helen.”
There was a pause, “You…”
Helen blushed at no immediate response.
“Hi Helen, how are you, glad you called,” came the excited voice.
Helen shook her head in disbelief, “I’m good, a little tired.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she said with a nervous giggle. “I really had a good time.”
“So you keep saying.”
“Well your tone sounds disbelieving that’s all.”
Helen smirks, the girl was trying to read her tones.
“To tell you the truth I’m a little surprised that’s all.”
“Why…how come?” her mouth muffled.
“What’s wrong with your voice?”
“Sorry was cleaning my teeth, I said why?”
Helen put hand over the receiver so Casey couldn’t hear her snigger, “Someone my age doesn’t get hit upon by someone your age.”
“Hmmmm indeed, well if I waited for you to hit on me, I’d probably be your age in waiting.”
They both laughed, Helen felt that feeling in her stomach. She was so charming and delightful.
“I guess, well I’m ringing to ummm see if you want to come over for dinner, ” the words poured out before Helen realized it was what she wanted.
“I would love that Helen, what you want me to bring?”
Helen’s mind ran at all the things she could bring, sexually speaking.
“Hello?” the voice snapped Helen back.
“Umm, just yourself, 7.30pm?”
“Ok…. See you then, looking forward to it.”
After the call Helen dropped head in her hands, thinking, “This is not happening to me, I am not this lucky.”
Before end of shift Constable Jones handed over information about the transfer.
“Umm, I don’t think there is going to be a transfer because Callum Mitchell is 52, captain in a little country town station and no plans to transfer to any city and Cameron Mitchell is on leave overseas with no transfer in the system. I think it was a mistake Sergeant.”
Helen moaned, “Well only tomorrow will tell constable. I’m heading off for the day, make sure the next shift is briefed and make sure Charlie has our police craft back in one piece.”
Helen left towards her car noticed the police water craft was pulling into the wharf. She heads down and greets the crew.
“All ok?” asked Helen.
They all nodded. Charlie finished tying everything up then closed and secured the storage pit which stored extra scuba tanks and anchor rope, in base of the boat.
“Knocking off early Helen?” he quizzed.
“Yeah feeling little tired. Thought I’d go home and curl up with a good glass of red wine,” her eyes letting off a different story.
Charlie laughed, “Well gee, it must be a good glass of red.”
Helen grinned, “It hasn’t disappointed me thus far, night Charlie.”
Charlie grinned, “Yeah, night Helen.”
At home Helen changed into something casual then whipped up her famous bolognaise sauce. She had a glass of red already on the go to help calm the nerves of her anticipation. Sarah had bugged her most of the day with details but Helen kept this moment, tonight to herself. She put the water on boil when there was a knock at her apartment door. She took another mouthful of red for good luck.
Helen opens to find Casey standing in jeans and long-sleeved shirt. Casey walks in unsure whether to kiss her or hug her. Helen was unsure as well, instead ushered her into the kitchen.
“Do you want a beer, spirit, red wine?”
Casey grabbed Helen’s glass and tasted the wine, “Hmmm this will do.”
Helen grabs another glass and pours, her hand slightly shaking. She hands it to Casey.
“Umm, no I’ve got my glass” and mischievously drinks from Helen’s, which was now her glass.
Helen’s heart felt like it was going to pound through her shirt, “Umm, so what did you get up to today, work?”
“Hmmm, nah, I’m on leave. I went to the gym but then I had to leave immediately.”
“Oh are you sick?” showing concern for her younger friend.
Casey turned her neck to the side and pulled her shirt from her neck exposing bruising.
Helen laughed, “Ohhhh well..”
“Hmm yeah, you really went to town on my body, Helen,” Casey laughs and takes another mouthful.
Helen scoffs, “What me? Hang on a minute young lady,” she unbuttons a few buttons on her shirt and exposes her neck line also showing marks.
“Well that obviously didn’t come from me,” jokes Casey.
“You know damn well it did.”
“Perhaps we should avoid those sensitive areas in the future,” encourages Casey.
Helen played the words ‘in the future’ and stopped stirring the sauce.
Casey nuzzled her cheek against Helen’s, before kissing it, “I have not stopped thinking about you Helen. Do you have any idea how distracted my day was? I wasn’t even sure you were going to ring, see me again,” huffed out Casey.
Helen turned the sauce off and touched Casey face, then they fell against each others lips in slow, searching kiss. Helen was besotted with Casey’s genuine words and interest in her. The kissing intensified further with tongues invading each other, hands exploring under shirts.
They broke for a moment, Casey spoke first, “I’m hungry. But at this point I’m hungrier for you Helen.”
Helen took sauce off the stove and grabbed her young lover pulling her to the bedroom. She faced Casey and took to her lips again, lifting and pulling Casey’s shirt off, followed by bra. Helen fondled Casey’s breasts before drawing one in and sucking at it. She could see the bruises left on the young girl’s chest from the night before.
Helen stepped back a little astonished at herself, “I never realised I had inflicted this much on you. I’m sorry Casey.”
Casey eyes narrowed and grabbed Helen’s waist, “Tension and passion does tend to take over during these moments.”
Casey starts to unbutton Helen’s shirt and removing it. Casey looked intensely at Helen breasts before grabbing Helen’s face and kissing her tenderly.
“Please don’t turn the lights off, you have nothing to feel ashamed or embarrassed about,” Casey’s hand massaged and caressed between Helen’s legs.
Helen bit her lip, “Casey, I don’t have a body like yours. I’m a little more rounded in areas so I don’t feel comfortable.”
Casey grabbed Helen’s hands and squeezed them, “Woman… you are beautiful, you have nothing to be ashamed of. And well I did get a peek at you this morning while we romped about. I kinda know what you’ve got.”
She reached in quickly and massaged Helen’s pubic hair. Helen rested against Casey, feeling the wetness leak from her.
“Casey…. You are driving me insane.”
“Let’s share our insanity.”
Although the sun was setting, her room was still light with the drapes open. Casey lay down on Helen’s bed and waited for company. Helen nervously undressed and crawled up onto the bed and over Casey. Casey handled her, kissed her, stroked her depths. Casey rolled her over and kissed her while Helen’s hands played around with Casey’s pants eventually getting them down and off the young woman. Helen confidently wrapped a leg around Casey trapping her.
Helen’s hands stroke up and down Casey’s back. Casey slipped down and flicked her tongue over Helen’s nipples, sucking and massaging. Helen body was giving in easier than before. The touch of Casey just burst her banks, and when Casey touched her inside Helen groaned louder, her hot hole swallowing Casey’s fingers. Casey pushes deeper with 2 fingers.
Helen senses were distracted and immediately brought back to reality when she felt Casey’s tongue inside her.
“Casey……. I don’t think, ” but Casey had alleviated that thought with a reassuring touch of her hand, she grabbed Helen’s forearm as she increased her tongue movements.
Casey explored Helen’s wet abyss, tasting her completely. Her tongue and her mouth moved to all parts of Helen, she moaned as she attached to Helen’s very swollen clit.
Helen continues to clutch Casey’s hand as her body’s control was with Casey’s mouth. She couldn’t remember feeling this much pleasure from oral sex. The moment hit her hard, she felt the release deeply and cried out clutching Casey harder. Casey felt the sensation through her own body and knew one touch would send her over but she restrained.
Helen continued to breath deeply, surprised at the sudden rush. The light headiness and then the realization that Casey was still resting on her pubic region.
“Ummm you haven’t gone to sleep?” she asks nervously.
“Hmm, no, I’m just savouring the moment of being between your legs and listening to you howling,” she looks up cheekily.
Helen blushed and grabbed the woman up and on top, “I don’t howl thank you very much,” as she kissed Casey, tasting herself.
The kissing became slower, deeper. Helen made her move in wanting to return the pleasurable favour and started to move down, kissing and biting down until Helen was playing with Casey’s fur patch. She touched it, stroked it lightly causing shivers from Casey.
Casey’s aroma was coming through clearly. It excited Helen so much that she was able to turn on this young thing to the point of almost begging. She parted Casey’s lips and looked briefly at it. So pink, so sticky and gave up any further thoughts and went straight to work on pleasing Casey.
Casey rolled about. Helen chased her clit around, licked at her opening before penetrating. Helen licked loudly, swallowing loudly.
“Oh heck….. Oh my god, Helen!”
Helen pressed her full body weight to keep Casey pinned when a slight disruption from a knock at the front door.
“No….” whines Casey.
Helen ignored it as her lover was so close. Helen unfortunately terminated when she heard her name called through the door.
Helen wiped her face and looked at the disappointed woman, “Wait there, I’ll be back to finish.”
She felt bad at the pained looked Casey was giving her, “And…. hold that thought,” she snatched a quick kiss and got up putting her gown on.
Casey groans as her urge quickly dies.
Helen rushed to the door wanting to get rid of the person, surprised to find it was Sarah crying.
She allows Sarah to cry on her shoulder and saying over and over again “She cheated on me, I don’t want to live anymore.”
Helen walked back into the bedroom and sat next to Casey, “Sarah is outside and very upset. I need to be with her so can we…. or I finish this off another time?”
Casey eyes drop disappointedly.
“I mean finish this off tomorrow?”
“Yeah ok…..” Helen hugged Casey and watched her to get dressed.
Sarah was sitting on couch drinking her scotch when she saw both Helen and Casey emerge from the bedroom.
“Oh Helen, why didn’t you tell me you had company? Look I should go.”
Casey spoke, “No it’s ok…. I have to get my things ready for work. I hope you feel better soon, Sarah.”
Helen walks to the door with Casey.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers to Casey.
Casey shrugs unable to hide her disappointment. Helen grabbed Casey and gave her a quick, yet passionate kiss.
“I’ll call you tomorrow, I promise.”
Helen returns to the seat with Sarah who bursts into tears, “I’m sorry… I didn’t know you and her were….. I just.”
“Shhhh, enough is enough. I’ve had enough of you going back to your girlfriend only to have her screw you over again with someone else. It stops today Sarah… you and Jules are over, it’s finished.”
“She keeps coming back. She keeps saying she is sorry, I love her.”