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Authors: Lucy Felthouse

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Jenny looked at her, her face still flushed, but slowly returning to normal. Her
girlfriend shrugged. "I don't know. At first, I thought so, because I heard a noise, but
then, I remembered old houses are creaky. So I ignored it. But it happened again—
closer to me—and I just freaked. Sorry."

 

She slipped her arms around Stephanie who returned the embrace, all the while
wondering about the odd noises and what could be causing them. Jenny's
e
xperience
sounded almost identical to hers, except Stephanie had attempted to confront the
person. They'd obviously stayed hidden—perhaps Jenny's appearance had stopped
them from slipping away down the corridor. She refused to believe it could be anything
supernatural.

 

Either way, she'd let them get on with it. The idiot was just trying to scare
people. If she found out who it was, she'd get them back big style tomorrow. But for
now, she had a beautiful girl snuggling into her neck and planting little kisses on the
delicate skin there. Stephanie shivered with pleasure. Jenny was obviously feeling
better.

 

Craning her neck to look down, she grinned as Jenny returned her gaze. "You all
right now, sweetheart?"

 

Jenny nodded. "I'm fine. I was just being silly. Me and my overactive
imagination. I watch too many TV shows. Though I wouldn't say no to a bit of comfort."

 

Jenny's wicked grin and jauntily raised eyebrow left Stephanie in no doubt as to
what she meant. "Oh, I'm sure I can manage that."

 

Pushing herself out of the sofa's cushiony grasp once more, she slipped to the
floor and knelt in front of Jenny. A hot rush of lust washed through her body. Earlier,
she'd mentioned how much she’d wanted to shove up Jenny's dress and get at the
gorgeous pussy beneath. She hadn’t thought it would happen until it was time for them
to go to bed, so an illicit encounter in the library was unexpected, but very welcome.

She slid Jenny's dress up her luscious legs. Jenny helped by lifting her ass, so the
material could be bunched up around her waist, leaving her bottom half completely
exposed. She was surprised and excited to note Jenny was indeed,
completely
exposed.

 

Jenny wore no underwear, and the sight of her girl's plump, pink folds ramped up
Stephanie's desire tenfold. She desperately wanted to taste that pussy on her tongue
and tease Jenny until she squealed.

 

The angle of the sofa meant Jenny's knees were on either side of Stephanie's
head, with her ass way back on the cushions. Cupping her hands under each of Jenny's
knees, she tugged her forward until Jenny was right on the edge of the seat. She now
had full unimpeded access to Jenny's juicy pussy.

 

Placing her hands on Jenny's inner thighs, she pushed them wide open, almost
salivating as her girl's slick folds parted, revealing her sex to Stephanie's eager gaze.

Creamy liquid was already oozing from Jenny's hole, and her clit was swelling more
and more by the second. Dipping a finger into the seeping juices, she spread it liberally
over Jenny's clit. Then she went back for more, slipping a single digit deep inside,
getting it nice and wet. She pumped it a couple of times, then slid it out of Jenny's
pussy, only to move her hand lower.

 

Jenny, as if sensing what she was about to do, raised her hips to make her ass
more accessible. As the crinkled hole became visible, Stephanie stroked her lubed-up
finger over the entrance, making Jenny writhe and moan. Then she pushed it slowly,
but firmly, into the almost impossibly tight hole, gasping as it gripped her finger
strongly.

 

As she thrust it more deeply into Jenny's ass, she sucked the clit between her
girl’s lips. Finger fucking her ass and sucking her clit at the same time was a surefire
shortcut to Jenny's orgasm. Stephanie usually preferred to play around for much longer,
truly drawing out the tease, but unfortunately, getting caught was a very real
possibility. The last thing she wanted was for them to get thrown out of the place in
disgrace. Not until she'd identified the murderer, anyway.

 

Jenny's breath came in short gasps as her finger continued to pump away at her
girl’s back passage, her lips and tongue making a delicious meal of Jenny’s clit. Flicking
her tongue repeatedly over and around the distended nub, she felt Jenny tense up,
signalling the onslaught of her climax. As she pulled her finger almost all the way out
of Jenny's ass, she used the opportunity to add a finger to her pussy too.

The double penetration seemed to tip Jenny over the edge. Stephanie continued
to nibble and suck at Jenny's clit even as she bucked and wailed beneath her, her cunt
and asshole spasming wildly around Stephanie's probing fingers. She didn't stop until
she'd drawn every last piece of sensation out of her girl, who eventually flopped back
onto the sofa, breathing heavily. Only then, did she gently remove her fingers, sucking
the one into her mouth that was coated in her girlfriend's exquisite juices, licking it
clean.

 

Standing gingerly—the floor had been none too comfortable beneath her knees—
she then bent and pressed a kiss to Jenny's clammy forehead. Just as she was about to
sit on the sofa for a little recovery time, a noise outside the door caught her attention.

 

Grabbing Jenny's wrists and pulling her hurriedly off the sofa, she heaved a sigh of
relief as gravity slid the material down Jenny's thighs, turning her from wanton to
decent, within seconds. And not a moment too soon. This time, whoever had caused the
noise wasn't playing around. They opened the door, which let out an eerie
s
queak.

 

Jenny giggled, eliciting a gentle elbow to the ribs from Stephanie.

 

One of the other “detectives” for the evening, a rotund, middle-aged woman,
came into the room. It took a second or two for her to spot them at the far end of the
room, standing by a table.

 

"Oh, hello," she said, her very proper accent and pompous expression almost
setting Jenny off again until Stephanie surreptitiously pinched her arm. "I didn't realise
anyone else was in here. Everything all right? The door was closed."

 

Stephanie grabbed their notes, which they'd abandoned on the sofa. She walked
toward the woman who baulked a little, probably realising Stephanie, with her slicked
back
hair and suit, was in fact, a woman. "Sorry, that was me. Jenny here had a
headache, so we were just taking advantage of the peace and quiet of the library for a
few minutes. We'll be on our way now."

 

"Oh, are you quite better now, my dear?" the woman asked Jenny, who had
followed her across the room, and whose orgasm-flushed face could’ve been easily
mistaken for a malady of some description. "You look a little hot."

 

She saw Jenny's lips curve a little, and before her girl got the giggles, she stepped
in and answered for her. "Thank you, ma'am, she'll be fine. I'm just going to take her
downstairs now that she's a little steadier on her feet, and get her a glass of water. You'll
be fine, won't you Jenny?"

 

Jenny nodded, taking Stephanie's proffered elbow with a grateful smile. Bidding
a polite “good evening” to their fellow detective, they made their way out of the library
and back down the corridor, which now had an odd absence of creaks and creepy
noises.

 

Passing Jenny's notebook to her, Stephanie cast her gaze across her own scribbled
pages. Despite the time she'd spent in the library, she was no closer to identifying the
murderer. She'd been too busy licking and not investigating! When she glanced at
Jenny, though, she decided she didn't really mind all that much. Her girlfriend still had
a high colour and her skin glowed in the aftermath of her orgasm. Stephanie grinned. It
had
totally
been worth it.

 

The sound of a bell ringing reached Stephanie's ears and she realised the
organisers had called “time” on their game. She and Jenny picked up their pace as
much as Jenny's wobbly legs would allow, and made their way along corridors and
down stairs, back into the room where they'd received their earlier briefing. Once they
arrived, she looked at the clock and frowned. She could've sworn she and Jenny hadn't
been in the library for that long. No matter, she thought, she'd probably still done more
investigative work than the others. Looking around, several of them had red faces, just
like Jenny's. But she suspected theirs had been caused by wine, rather than sex. She
certainly hoped so, anyway. The thought of those old fuddy-duddies having sex made
her shudder.

 

After what seemed like an age, the waffling man with the microphone finally
collected their notes. Stephanie had hurriedly made a guess at the murderer's identity.
She figured she had a fifty-fifty chance, and there was nothing she could do about it
now, anyway.

 

A little while later, the announcement was made. She’d had it completely wrong.

Her final guess had been a squat man with a sinister-looking moustache and shifty eyes.

 

Ridiculous, really, given the murderer could literally have been anyone, including
herself. In actual fact, the murderer had been much closer to home. Jenny.
Now, it was her turn to stifle a giggle. The entire time she'd been trying to
narrow it down from two suspects to one, she'd ended up going down on the actual
“killer” in the library! Knowing her chance of triumph had been totally blown, she
tuned out as the winner was announced. There were several groans and tuts and the
crowd dispersed, moving toward the buffet table with food laid out on it. There were
also several bottles of champagne in ice buckets, one of which had been left on a small
table close to where she stood.

 

"Well!" she said loudly, startling Jenny and several others nearby, "There's only
one thing for it! I shall apprehend this criminal and see her brought to justice! Don't
worry, everyone, she will not see the light of day again to reoffend."

 

Clearly thinking she was drunk, the other patrons gave her odd sidelong looks
and gravitated to the food, the game already forgotten. Shrugging, she took advantage
of the distraction, swiped the unattended bottle of champagne, grabbed Jenny's hand
and left the room.

 

* * *

 

Slamming the door shut behind them, Stephanie leaned against it, laughing and
holding the champagne bottle aloft triumphantly like some kind of a trophy. Jenny
kicked off her shoes and disappeared into the en suite bathroom. She reappeared
holding two glasses. They weren't designed for champagne, but beggars couldn't be
choosers. Her girlfriend held them out as Stephanie popped open the bottle.

 

Seconds later, the fizzy liquid sloshed into the glasses, much of it going all over
Jenny's hands. By this point, neither one of them cared. They giggled together as the
bubbles rose, and then Stephanie put the bottle down and took her glass, raising it.

Jenny followed suit, still smiling. "What are we toasting?"

 

She paused, thinking for a minute. "We're toasting you, gorgeous. To you, in the

library…with no knickers on! To Jenny!"

 

They clinked tumblers, spilling even more champagne over themselves and the
floor. Luckily, the plush carpets seemed to soak up the liquid without too much trouble.

 

Then they drank, sipping the stolen Moet and Chandon until their glasses were empty.

 

Taking Jenny's, she placed them both beside the bottle, and then spun round.

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