Crime (7 page)

Jessica reached out a hand to stop her. "I could be persuaded to change my mind though. You know, if I had a good reason to."
Melanie's eyes narrowed suspiciously on Jessica's face at the sound of the red head's teasing tone. Jessica wanted something, and Melanie just knew she wouldn't like it. Well, she'd probably like it; it'd just be a bad idea.
Melanie crossed her arms over her chest. "Ok, spill. What do you want in exchange for letting me drive," Melanie's voice a mix of resignation and suspicion.
"Relax, cher. I'm not asking for anything you can't deliver. Just promise me you'll do a few shots with me when we get home. Before you shuffle me off to bed."
Melanie had a funny feeling there was something Jessica was leaving out, but she really wanted to drive this car. She found herself conceding, once again, and the thought occurred to her that she was doing a lot of that since meeting the Cajun beauty. "Fine. It's a deal. Now hand over the keys, angel," Melanie said with a growl.
Delighted to have won again, Jessica tossed Melanie the keys and ran around to jump into the passenger's side.
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An hour later, they pulled up in front of the house. The drive took a little longer than usual, since Jessica had let Melanie take the car onto the freeway, so she could open it up a little. Jessica had loved watching the joy spread over Melanie's face as she cruised around New Orleans in the old classic. Climbing out of the car, Jessica held out a hand and led Melanie into the house.
Jessica didn't bother to turn on any lights and, grabbing a bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses out of the bar in the parlor, she dragged Melanie with her into the kitchen. She rummaged around in the refrigerator for some lemons and told Melanie to grab the saltshaker from the kitchen table. The two women met in the middle, and Jessica dumped everything on the counter top. Pouring a shot, she tucked the glass between her breasts and carefully turned to face Melanie. There was a reason she had decided to wear a bustier tonight.
Melanie leaned a hip against the counter and stood considering Jessica for a minute. She knew damn well what Jessica had planned. Body shots. Melanie decided to give Jessica a run for her money. She shook her head in a combination of disappointment and amusement. "I'll admit, you rebs know how to drink, but you don't have a clue how to do a proper body shot."
Jessica felt a moment's disappointment, and then her temper soared, her Southern pride prickling at the insult. It never occurred to her that she was walking right into Melanie's trap.
"Fine, cher. Since you seem to think you Yanks now it all, why don't you just show me what I'm missing." Jessica could hear the prissiness in her voice, but didn't care. No self respecting Southerner would take a snide comment like that, from a Yankee yet, without a challenge.
Melanie's eyes gleamed in triumph and a wicked grin spread across her face. She gave Jessica's chest a pointed look. "Well, first angel, you're going to have to loose the shirt."
Jessica just stared at first, the demand taking her by surprise. Then she noticed the look on Melanie's face. She gulped down air, realizing that she might be in over her head. But then her pride took over, and Jessica glared defiantly at Melanie as she slammed the shot down on the counter and worked herself out of the bustier. Now she was naked from the waist up. She felt a combination of excitement and fear jolt through her body at the way Melanie was staring at her breasts.
Melanie had guessed, from their encounter in the alley, that Jessica had a splendid chest. But now, seeing the 36C breasts free from their restraints, free for her to touch and taste, she felt her heart beat kick up a notch. Privately, she hoped she could stay in control.
Sliding up to Jessica, until they were barely a breath apart, Melanie stared into her eyes. Satisfied that Jessica was willing, she gripped Jessica's hips and hoisted her up onto the counter top. Jessica yelped, surprised at suddenly being lifted into the air. But then Melanie maneuvered to stand between her legs, leaning against the counter, and pulled Jessica tight against her. On instinct, Jessica wrapped her legs around Melanie's waist.
Melanie chuckled as she felt Jessica's legs clamping down around her. This was going to be fun. She reached out for the shot glass, sliding it within reach. She looked Jessica dead in the eye, held her questioning look for a moment, then lowered her head and slowly eased her mouth over Jessica's breast, engulfing it. Melanie began lathering the ample globe with her tongue, getting the skin good and wet. Then she slowly pulled back, Jessica's nipple making a little popping sound as it came free of her mouth. Her tongue darted out to flick the nipple.
Jessica hissed in a breath, her nails digging into Melanie's shoulders. Melanie just stood there, grinning like a cat, shaking salt all over Jessica's breast. She dipped her head back down and licked the salt off, taking her time. Jessica moaned, the sound coming from deep within. Melanie's mouth on her breast was sweet torture and Jessica tightened her hold on the back of Melanie's head.
Melanie let her lips skim over Jessica's breast as she pulled back. Jessica softly protested as those exquisite lips disappeared. A chill shuddered through her as she felt the cool air of the room on her wet skin.
Next, Melanie gave Jessica's shoulders a little push, indicating that she wanted Jessica to lie on her back on the counter. Jessica did what she wanted, then gasped as she felt the tequila being poured into her belly button. Melanie leaned over and sucked the liquor out, using her tongue to lap at the sides of Jessica's navel, not missing a drop. Then Melanie yanked Jessica back into a sitting position. Picking up the lemon wedge, she squeezed it gently, so a little juice spilled down over Jessica's other breast, then lifted the wedge to Jessica's lips.

Taking the hint, Jessica took the tip of the wedge into her mouth, clamping down on it with her teeth to hold it in place. She watched, mesmerized, as Melanie's mouth came towards her, lowering slowly over the other half of the lemon. Their lips touched, then Melanie eased her head back, sucking the lemon as she went. Melanie then lowered her head to Jessica's breast and began licking the drops of lemon off of it.
Jessica sank her fingers deeper into Melanie's hair, gripping her head tight against her chest and let loose with a moan. Oh God, she could feel her juices soaking her panties.
Melanie pulled herself free of Jessica's grip and stood, watching the desire dance in Jessica's eyes, felt the hammering of her own heart. She could smell Jessica's scent, knew she was wet and ready, for her. Jessica stared right back, her eyes an open invitation.
Melanie stepped back, guilt seeping in, and leaned against the opposite counter. She couldn't do this. She wanted to, even needed to, but she couldn't, not without having ended things with Felicia first. It just wasn't right. She hung her head, feeling like a complete shit.
Jessica didn't know what to think. Her body was ablaze with need, her panties so wet she could feel them sticking against her pussy. She just couldn't figure out why Melanie had stopped. Finally, after the longest moment in Jessica's life, Melanie raised her head and met her eyes again.
"I slept with Felicia last night," Melanie blurted out. She just didn't know any other way to say it. She only knew she couldn't make love to Jessica without laying all her cards on the table, without Jessica knowing the whole truth.
Jessica was in shock. Then, suddenly realizing that Melanie's good mood this morning was because she had spent the night with her sister, her temper snapped. Feeling betrayed, she leaped off the counter and slapped Melanie right across the face.
Jessica's quick move took Melanie by surprise. All of a sudden, her head jerked hard to one side, from the force of Jessica's hand slamming against her cheek. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, vibrated through the moonlit kitchen.
"You bitch! What the hell were you trying to pull?" Jessica's eyes blazed with anger. "Were you planning on going home and telling everyone just how easy, The Big Easy really is? Is that it? You wanted to be able to go home and brag to your friends about how you banged a pair of sisters while you were down here?" Jessica was screaming, pure fury coursing through her body, her eyes almost blind with it. She had trusted this woman, with her body, her heart, her life. Jessica turned on her heels and ran out of the room, afraid of what she might do next.
"Wait! Jessica, don't go! Just let me explain," Melanie shouted at Jessica as she raced after her, chasing her up the steps and all the way to Jessica's room. Jessica lunged into her bedroom and slammed the door in Melanie's face. She pounded on the door for what felt like hours, but Jessica never opened it. She didn't even bother to yell at her through the door.
Giving up, not knowing what else to do, Melanie just dragged herself towards the other side of the house. Finding Lisa's room, she pulled out one of the shotguns Lisa had brought and tucked away in the closet. Making sure it was locked and loaded, she went back downstairs, sank into a chair, and prepared to keep watch for the night.

Chapter 6

The grandfather clock in the hall struck two. Melanie sat in the dark, lost in her own thoughts. Felicia and Lisa had come a few hours ago. Felicia had seen Melanie in the parlor and would have joined her, if Melanie hadn’t waved her off. For once, she needed to do her job and not get distracted by the sisters, so she had told Felicia to go to bed, which she reluctantly did.
The rest of the night, Melanie sat in a high back chair, close enough to the doorway to let her see the length of the hall and the front door. All night, her mind replayed the events of the last few days, each minute she had spent with the sisters, trying to figure out where, exactly, she had screwed up. Sensing movement, she forced her thoughts back to the present. There stood Jessica, just a few feet from her chair, wearing a knee length silk, emerald green robe. She’d swear it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.
Jessica stood, watching the shock leap into Melanie’s face. Ever since their fight earlier, she had sat in her room and stewed. Her mind reliving ever second she had spent with Melanie, every touch, every word. When Melanie admitted earlier to sleeping with Felicia last night, Jessica had felt betrayed. Oh, she knew they had spent the night together, that first evening, but she thought that that had been the end of it. It had come as quite a shock to realize that Melanie’s good mood this morning had been due to Felicia fucking her blind the night before.
Jessica had spent hours mulling over her time with Melanie. Slowly, as the night wore on, she began to think that, even though Melanie was sleeping with Felicia, it was her that Melanie really wanted. She just knew it. She had tried to go to bed, but finally, somewhere around one, she admitted to herself that she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. She had decided to put her theory to the test. She had taken a shower, put on body spray and changed into her favorite negligee.
Melanie knew she should say something. At least tell Jessica to go back to her room, but she just sat, frozen, like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, staring at Jessica. Her hands were forming a death grip on the arms of the chair. Her heart was hammering in her chest.
Jessica saw the heat, the desire in Melanie’s eyes. Slowly, she reached over to the belt on her robe. Untying it, she eased the robe off her shoulders, letting it slide down her body.
Melanie watched the robe fall into a pool at Jessica’s feet. She suddenly felt so wired. She was riveted, afraid to move, afraid Jessica would leave. For the first time all night, her mind was a complete blank. She let her eyes roam up and down the length of Jessica’s body, noticing how the nightgown clung to every curve.
“Make love to me, please,” Jessica whispered, her voice husky with desire.
Every joint seemed to ache as Melanie pushed herself out of the chair. She just stood for a minute, drinking in the sight before her. Slowly, she inched closer, until she was almost toe-to-toe with Jessica. She reached out a hand and let it hover just above Jessica’s breasts, and then slowly lowered it, running the tips of her fingers down Jessica’s body. It was almost as if she was making sure Jessica was real.
Jessica sucked in a breath at Melanie’s feathery touch. God, how she wanted this woman! At this point, her heart was ricocheting around inside her rib cage.
Melanie stepped a little closer. She ran her hands down the side of Jessica’s body. Reaching her hips, Melanie began pulling the gown up with her fingers, until she held the bottom half bunched in her hand. Shaking with need, she eased the gown up and over Jessica’s head, until she stood in front of Melanie wearing nothing more than a matching thong. Melanie felt the growl emerge from deep in the back of her throat.
Jessica couldn’t stand it. If Melanie didn’t do something soon, kiss her, touch her, something, she might just explode right here.
Melanie cupped the back of Jessica’s head and eased in for a kiss. She just brushed her lips over Jessica’s, but Jessica could feel Melanie’s body vibrating with need, even from that brief contact. Melanie started to pull her head back, but just then, Jessica’s tongue darted out to graze her lips, as if Jessica was trying to pull her back.
She went mad with need. Slamming her mouth against Jessica’s, she pushed her tongue inside and just devoured her. Never breaking the kiss, she spun Jessica around and backed her towards the chair. Jessica felt her knees hit the edge of the chair and suddenly she was falling back into it. Melanie sank to her knees on the floor, grabbed Jessica’s thong at the hips, and yanked it off. She latched her hands onto Jessica’s knees in a fierce grip, yanking them apart, exposing Jessica’s neatly trimmed pussy. The fine mat of red hair was already drenched in Jessica’s juices, her nether lips glistening in the moonlight that poured through the window.
Melanie dipped her head down to meet Jessica’s sweet pussy, inhaled, and then began licking up every drop, keeping Jessica’s legs spread as wide as the chair would allow. She drank her fill, and then began flicking Jessica’s clit with her tongue. Jessica’s hips bucked, trying to deepen the contact, but Melanie jerked her head back, having none of it.
A moan tore from Jessica’s throat, her every nerve ending quivering. This teasing was almost cruel, Melanie knowing full well that she was begging for release.
Hearing Jessica’s moans was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, spearing Melanie on, making her desperate to push Jessica to the very edge, and over. Her tongue began tracing circles around Jessica’s swollen clit, the little nub standing at full attention. Then Melanie laid her tongue flat against Jessica’s clit, pressing hard against it, and she licked upwards, like licking an ice cream cone, but she never eased the pressure she was applying.
Now it was Jessica’s turn to clench the arms of the chair. She began to writher, not sure if she was trying to get closer to Melanie’s tongue, or pull away, in an effort to ease the ache of pleasure/pain coursing through her body.
Just then, Melanie buried her tongue inside Jessica’s pussy, shoving her face into Jessica’s slit as far as it would go. She started twirling and jerking her tongue around in an effort to hit every inch of Jessica’s channel. She still hadn’t released Jessica’s knees, keeping them spread wide.
Jessica felt her legs start to spasm, her legs desperate with the natural need to wrap themselves around the source of her pleasure. But Melanie wouldn’t give, keeping her spread eagle in the chair. She screamed as Melanie’s tongue began to work itself furiously in and out of her tunnel. Her orgasm built to a fever pitch, then exploded, her body convulsing as wave after wave of aching pleasure poured through her.
Melanie felt Jessica’s body explode, pushing her own need to dizzying heights. As Jessica’s body started to settle, Melanie refocused her attention on her clit. Still, she never released Jessica’s knees. She latched her mouth onto Jessica’s swollen clit and began to suck. Occasionally, she just held the nub clamped between her lips and jerked her head back and forth.
Jessica’s body was practically rocketing out of the chair. Her voice was a mix of screams and pleas, begging Melanie to stop. She didn’t think she could take much more. All of a sudden, a light exploded behind her eyes, her body jerked upward, held for a split second, and then sank lifelessly into the chair.
Melanie looked up, watching as Jessica passed out cold. Still on her knees, she leaned back until her butt hit the floor; then she scooted until she was laying flat on her back. She was wound so tight, her body was jerking as she lay on the floor, orgasms ripping through her even though Jessica had yet to touch her. She folded her forearms over her face, sinking her fingers into her own hair, and just laid there, convulsing, praying her body would eventually calm down.
A few minutes later, Jessica began to resurface. Shaking her head to clear the cobwebs, she began to hear mewling, like an animal in pain. Looking down at the floor, she saw Melanie laying there, trembling. Jessica realized that Melanie’s body was so tight with need; she was in pain, small orgasms tearing through her body.
Jessica quickly reached down and unfastened Melanie’s jeans, tugging her jeans and panties until they were down around her knees. She stood up, almost fell over because her legs felt like jelly, and then finally managed to stand over Melanie’s body, one foot between her legs and the other on the outside. Jessica squatted down and wiggled, pulling Melanie’s legs up, and finally got herself into position, so that they were pussy to pussy. Jessica leaned back on her hands and, using her arms for leverage, began bucking against Melanie.
Melanie screamed at the contact. Her nether lips and Jessica’s sliding over and in between each other, their clits pushing against one another. Instinctively, she knew what Jessica was trying to do, and began to help as much as she could, but she had very little control over her body at this point. Finally, her first real orgasm broke, and she screamed loud enough to wake the dead. Wave after wave continued to course through her and she fumbled to help Jessica, her desire so painful at this point, she just wanted it over.
Finally, she collapsed against the floor, her body throbbing, her chest heaving in a desperate attempt to suck in air. Jessica leaned over her, feathering kisses all over her face and whispering in her ear.
“It’s ok, cher, it’s ok. There now baby, just relax. Let your body relax.” Jessica could hear her own voice beginning to quiver with panic. She’d never seen anyone have this intense of an experience. She was terrified Melanie was going to have a heart attack, or something.
Slowly, Melanie began to get a grip on her body, struggling to get her breathing under control. Gradually, she felt herself calm down, her breathing even out. Jessica slid off to her side and wrapped an arm around Melanie’s waist, pulling her lover close against her, still whispering encouragements in her ear and gently spreading kisses over her face.
“God damn you, baby girl! You just have to fucking have everything, don’t you!”
Jessica and Melanie both jerked up at the sound of Felicia’s voice. They both scrambled to stand up, fumbled, and finally Jessica was on her feet. She hurried to put her robe on and turned to confront her sister.
“Felicia, I’m sorry, but I’m in love with her.” Jessica felt horrible that her sister had found her and Melanie like this, but she wasn’t going to back down either.
“In love? Love, or lust, or is it just that you couldn’t let me having something good in my life. Everything has to be yours. It’s always about sweet, poor little traumatized Jessica. I am so fucking sick and tired of everyone tripping over themselves to please you.” Felicia was screaming by now, working herself into a rage.
Jessica was mystified as to where all this anger was coming from. Felicia wasn’t making sense.
“You’re right, I didn’t ask, but you didn’t say anything either. I just figured Melanie was another conquest for you, a challenge, like all the others. It never occurred to me that you were in love with her.”
Melanie was still trying to stand up. Her whole body felt like it was boneless, her hands shaking so bad she was having a hard time getting a hold of her jeans, much less pulling them back up. Finally, she was able to sit on the edge of the chair and get her clothes back on.
Just then, her cell phone started ringing. She fumbled with the phone, finally answering it, then couldn’t hear over the sisters’ voices. She managed to walk towards the back of the room, stuck her finger in her other ear, and shouted into the phone.
“Hello? Hello?” The sisters kept fighting, paying no heed to Melanie what so ever. Eventually, Melanie heard Mason’s voice. She listened intently, then slammed the phone shut with a snap. Her temper was at full throttle now. The sisters were still at it.
“How could you Jessica? I love her,” Felicia kept screaming.
“The fuck you do,” Melanie roared. Both sisters went still. Melanie advanced on Felicia, would have been on top of her in a few more steps if Jessica hadn’t reached out and stopped her.
“Go ahead, cher. You get caught with your pants down and suddenly I’m the bad guy,” Felicia snapped at Melanie.
“If the shoe fits,” Melanie growled.
Jessica could see Melanie was shaking, as much with anger now, as she was from spent passion. Jessica felt like everything had turned into some kind of Twilight Zone episode; only no one had bothered to tell her about it.
Melanie was still glaring up at Felicia. “Now would be a good time, Felicia.”
“Good time for what, cher?”
“A good time to tell your sister what happened.”
Felicia knew damn well what Melanie was talking about, but decided to play dumb. “What happened is that you’ve been playing Jessica and I off of each other.”
“Bullshit!” Melanie took a deep breath. She couldn’t let Felicia twist this to her advantage. She turned slightly, so that she was addressing both women at the same time. “That was Mason on the phone, just now. I know who your thief is.”
“My God! Who?” Jessica demanded.
Melanie turned to look pointedly at Felicia, her expression one of “now or never”. Felicia finally took the hint.
“Me, baby girl,” Felicia answered Jessica, sounding bored.
“You!! What…..what…..why!?” Jessica sputtered.
Melanie listened while Felicia spewed at her sister. The two were six years apart, Felicia being the oldest. Apparently, their mother had had a secret lover for years, a woman. One fateful summer afternoon, their farther had found out. He had come home in a blind rage and carrying a .38. He had found their mother and her lover in the kitchen, while the girls were swimming out back. Confronting his wife, the two engaged in a very ugly argument. Their mother’s lover had tried to intercede and he shot her. Their mother attacked him and he had shot her as well, finally turning the gun on himself. Jessica, eight years old at the time, had silently witnessed the entire incident, hiding behind the counter.