My entire body was pulled taut, and my chest vibrated in the wake of the traumatizing exertion of experiencing perfection. Once my orgasm had faded enough for me to engage in critical thought, Judy informed me, “You make the cutest little noise when you cum.”
I exhaled through pursed lips. “Captain Somers agrees.”
She kissed me on the cheek. “Who’s better at sex, me or her?”
“Well obviously it’s—”
“Don’t answer that question, it isn’t fair for me to make you compare your sexual partners.”
“I was going to say, you are significantly sweeter, and you know how to press my vagina button.”
“You mean your G-spot?”
“That’s what a G-spot is?” She nodded. “All this time it was right there, I coulda been… Hm. Well, I crave having fingers inside me, it’s… I don’t know how to put it. ‘Intimate’? I feel extra close to you when you finger me like that. So close.”
“You never cease to amaze me with how sweet you are, Andrea Bachman.” She kissed me oh-so-gently, filling me with such passion that I wrapped my arms around her and turned the kiss raunchy. She abruptly peeled her lips away. “Sorry to interrupt, but when I said your first and last name earlier, I got to wondering whether you have a middle.”
“‘Esther’. Like the biblical character.” I kissed her neck.
“Was your mother religious?”
“No. But she grew up in a very religious Orthodox family and community.” Another kiss to the jugular. “She told me she was an atheist ‘from birth’ and that she felt outcast even before she came out to her family.”
((I’ll nibble your earlobe…))
“Ahh… Orthodox… Greek, or Russian…?”
“Orthodox Jewish. I don’t know much about them, but they were very conservative and very religious. The most Jewish thing my mother did after leaving everyone behind was pick my middle name.”
((…then suck on it.))
“I see. Mine is ‘Éowyn’.”
“‘Judith Éowyn Lucas’. That sounds made-up.” My amusement distracted me from her earlobe.
She laughed. “Yeah, it totally does. I chose it myself and I might have gotten a little carried away. Yours is a bit more natural.”
“Names are funny things.”
There was a lull, during which I resumed kissing her. Eventually, she pointed out, “Your clothes are in disarray.”
“Of course they are. We’re doing sex.”
“I think one fingering in public should be enough for now.”
“Two.”
“One is all you need.”
Horny entitlement scrunched my face.
“Andy, how many times will be enough for you?”
“I dunno—5?”
“How does 6 sound?”
“Yeah!”
“7?”
“I’m down!”
“8?”
“8 is great!”
“How about we go for 24 hours straight?”
“Yes! Let’s get to it!”
“A week in the car, together, no meal breaks?”
“Absolutely!”
She nodded. “Andy… you are the horniest person I have ever met.”
“Ha. Ha. There are people way hornier than me.”
She shrugged. “Well, it’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but we can’t be parked here forever just so I can finger you nonstop. The longer we’re here, the less likely we are to get away with our public indecency. Part of the fun of public sex is sneaking out before you’re caught.”
I stared at her.
“Andy, I promise I’ll finger you later. We need ta split.”
Disappointment anchored my heart to the floor. “Ugh. Fine.” I buttoned and zipped up. “I suppose… it’s about time I took care of a certain something before I’m officially a cop… all over again.”
“Delivering the news to Adams?”
“Yep. Even though reason dictates it’s gonna be a shit show… I have this weird feeling it’ll come out in the wash, though I don’t know how worn out I’m gonna be from soaking, agitating, rinsing and drying all their feelings.”
Her thoughts turned to something ponderous, then something conclusive, then something satisfied. “Andy… I think you can trust that ‘weird feeling’.”
One of my eyebrows perked up. “Do you put a lot of stock in paranormal cognition?”
“Not normally. But I think you should go with your gut. And if it fails you this time, teach it a lesson so that it gets it right next time.”
I chuckled. “If you say so.”
I pulled away from the curb and returned us to the place of my rebirth.