Gold Miner
Keywords: Miner, Gold,
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"Your skin is so soft," Julie said, raining kisses on the side of Wendy"s face, "don"t you know how you"re torturing me?"
She worked her hand up under her bra and found Wendy"s nipple. It puckered up between her thumb and fingers, and Wendy"s hot breath warmed the nape of Julie"s neck.
She pushed the bra up, out of the way, and caressed Wendy"s breasts as she nuzzled her neck. Wendy had stopped struggling, and her head barely moved as she occasionally said, "no."
Julie sat up, pushed down on Wendy"s hand, as if that would glue the hand down for the moment, and started taking off her clothes. Wendy didn"t move until Julie had been standing long enough to be stepping out of her panties, and then she suddenly came to life and started crawling to the other side of the bed.
Julie let her get as far as the middle before pouncing on her back and driving her flat, face down on the bed. Lying full length on her back, Julie held her head down and kissed the back of her neck. Her naked hips thrust themselves on her soft bottom, and her free hand pulled Wendy"s blouse down her arms.
"I know you"re not a lesbian," Julie said, and then stuck her hot, wet tongue in Wendy"s ear, "but there"s nothing you can do to stop me."
She pulled her arms up behind her back, and used Wendy"s blouse to tie her hands. Nearly all of Wendy"s body was twisting and trying to get free, but her wrists stayed relatively still, crossed behind her back. It was a lucky thing, because Julie was lousy with knots. She finished up the mess with the same bowknot she used on shoes, and figured it would hold, as long as Wendy didn"t try to actually pull her hand out.
"That"s better," Julie said, pushing her onto her back. She grabbed her face, squeezed her cheeks together, and covered the absurd pucker with her whole mouth. She held her head steady with her arms and hands, so Wendy could put all her effort into breaking the kiss, without really succeeding.
"What are you going to do?" Wendy whined.
"I"m going to take off all of your clothes," Julie said, working Wendy"s pants down. "I"m going to kiss every part of your body."
Wendy"s eyes grew wide. She looked like a frightened doe. Julie would have cracked up at her dramatics, except she was the great cat, holding down its prey, and playing with it before she started to feed.
"I"m going to kiss your shoulder," she kissed her shoulder, "your breasts," she kissed her breasts, "your tummy, and your side. I"m going to hold you, squeeze you, lay on top of you, and feel the beating of your heart. I"m going to kiss those sweet lips of yours, and then put my eyes on your lips so you can taste the salt of my tears. I love you, Wendy, and I"m going to make love to you. I"ll make you come like you"ve never come before, and maybe you"ll love me too."
Julie didn"t make good on half her promise. She was getting too excited. She was squatting on Wendy"s face before she had even let the girl come once.
Wendy wasn"t very good. Julie even had to adjust her head so she"d lick her clit. Even Wendy"s ineptness added to the pleasure, however. The red line of her lips, moving on the white flesh of Julie"s pussy, the face she was making, and the way her eyes were squeezed shut, they all stoked the fire in Julies belly as laced her fingers behind Wendy"s head, and pulled her head up firmly into her crotch.
Wendy was strong enough to get air, despite the way Julie pressed down on her while she came. It was a wonderful orgasm, and Julie hurried to return the favor.
As Julie got between her legs, and took her first sip of Wendy"s pussy, she saw that her knot had fallen apart. Wendy was using the expedient of holding her own blouse in her fists to keep herself helpless.
The bonds were never physical in the first place. Julie pretended she didn"t feel the hands caressing the back of her head as her tongue explored the inside of Wendy"s pussy.
The chains she had on this girl were much stronger than any steel. Wendy would be voting exactly as Julie wanted her to vote. It wouldn"t matter what happened in the court; it wouldn"t matter what the other jurors said.
Wendy"s legs kicked spastically as Julie took possession of her newest puppet..
Laura didn"t remember coming to court this morning. It wasn"t important; maybe things would be better today. She felt better. It wasn"t really Jim. She knew that. Nevertheless, he"d given her strength.
"The state calls Marjorie Kuntz."
Laura sat staring straight ahead, as some woman walked up to the stand.
"…and nothing but the truth, so help you god?"
"I do," Marge said.
Laura blinked and looked at the stand. It was Marge, but not the same Marge she"d left in the cell. This was a hardhearted hooker, looking back at her with cold eyes.
"Remove the gum," Judge Pool said.
"How do you know the defendant, Ms. Kuntz?"
"We were cell mates and lovers for three nights," Marge said.
"Marge," Laura said.
"Counselor, advise your client not to address the witness," Judge Pool said.
"During your lovemaking, did she ever discuss the death of her husband?"
"Yeah, she told me all about it. I wrote it down, because I forget things."
"And then you contacted the D.A."s office?"
"I had to. She"s a dangerous bitch. She"d kill me if she thought I"d talk."
"Objection, your honor."
"Sustained. Jury will disregard that answer. Answer the question yes or no, please," Judge Pool said.
"Yeah, I contacted the D.A."s office," Marge said.
"What details did Mrs. Wesson confide to you?"
"Some junk about a tape. She had this perfect alibi set up, but messed up setting the timer. What a dope."
"Could you give us more details about this alibi scheme?" "Sure. It wasn"t like rocket science or anything. She has this girl she"s hot for down at her beach house. It"s winter, so there ain"t many people around and it gets dark early. No clocks, her babe doesn"t wear a watch, and they"re getting lost in the horizontal rumba, if you know what I mean.
"Bahda-bing, bahda-bang, "gotta go, baby, but hey, your favorite show is on. Here, let me turn it on for you. Wow, it must be after nine. Look at that Nine-o-five. I"d better go because it"s after nine at night. Got that? Nine. I"m leaving at nine."
"I think we get the idea, Ms. Kuntz."
"The next day, some bum she hires takes the Orange Line bus out to the beach and tapes over it, she"s home free."
"Thank you. Your witness."
"She"s lying," Laura said when her lawyer looked at her, "They"re all lying. Everybody"s lying."
"I can"t go up there and just say she"s lying. You have to give me something. What did you tell her about the tape?"
"Nothing. Its all lies," her voice was rising, "You"re all a bunch of liars!" she yelled at the court.
She didn"t have a cellmate in the new cell. That was good. She needed Jim tonight, and he might not come if someone was here.
She ached all over from sitting on the cement floor the night before, so she got comfortable on the bed and waited.
Time crawled by, and she waited. Lights out, he still hadn"t come. Where was he? Why didn"t he come? She"d wait, she had to wait, he had to come.
The floor. He can"t come unless she sits on the floor! Where is he? She"s in the wrong spot; she was sitting over there last night. Her neck kept letting her head fall, so she wedged her head against the sink stand. She had slid down so far that only her head was against the wall when Jim walked into her cell.
"Let me help you up on the bed," he said in a strange voice.
"Jim?"
"It"s Martha, ma"am, I"m a guard here. You can"t sleep like that. You"ll be crippled in the morning."
Laura"s neck felt like it was broken as she let the woman help her into her bunk. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
"Look at you," Jim said.
"Oh, Jim," she couldn"t speak out loud, so she said it with her eyes and upraised hand. "Come to bed with me, Jim. Hold me. Never let me go."
"How could I ever let you go?" he answered her. "I made a promise on the day we were married. If I ever broke one of those wedding vows, it would kill you. I know it would. I love you too much to ever do that to you."
Cold icicles formed in her chest, and their fingers started spreading thru her body.
"Wedding vows?"
"Yes. Don"t you remember them?"
She had killed him. Not his body, his heart. Even this refuge of dreams was now cold and hostile. Could he ever forgive her? How could he forgive the unforgivable?
"You have a visitor," he said.
"What?"
"Visitor," he said more forcefully. His voice didn"t sound right.
"I don"t understand."
"Visitor," the guard said for the third time, "Come on, you have a visitor."
She was alone in her cell. Jim was gone, and the empty place inside told her she"d never see him again. Utterly alone in a world of enemies, she followed the guard to the visitors room.
A knot grabbed her stomach the moment she stepped in. The visitor waiting at the table was Helen.
"What do you want?" Laura said, sitting down hard in the chair.
"What have they been doing to you? You look like hell."
"Fuck you," Laura said.
"Listen, honey, I"ve been checking around for you. Something really stinks."
"You stink," Laura said.
This wasn"t going well, Helen realized. She shouldn"t have come.
No, she had to come. She owed it to this woman. She"d never be able to live with herself if she didn"t make things right.
"Look, I"m trying to help you. You"re getting a royal shafting, and I"m try…"
"I hate you," Laura said.
"They"re railroading you. They"ll fry you unless you let me help you."
"I can still taste your shit in my mouth," Laura said, "I"ll never get rid of it."
"I know. I"m sorry. You have to let me make it up to you."
"You shit in my mouth," Laura said, both her voice and her body starting to rise.
"No, no. I never. You have to forgive me. Please, Laura, let me help you. Please."
"I hate you," the guards quickly moved in. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you," she kept raving as they took her away.
Helen sat alone in the visitor"s room, staring at the closed door.
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Keywords: Miner, Gold,