Roxanne lived uptown in a nice little house that was surely built with the intention of keeping more than just a cop and her dog warm. Compared to Harper’s little cracker box on the wrong side of the tracks that didn’t feel roomier even after her other two daughters moved out on their own, it was like a little mansion.
Lucky for Harper, Parker had another two days of vacation left before she had to head back to work. That meant a free babysitter and a guilt-free night out after one little phone call from the back of Roxanne’s partner’s police car. It was so exciting riding in the back of a swat car—now that she hadn’t done anything to deserve being put in the backseat, other than go on a date with a police officer.
“Thanks for the lift, Frank.” Roxanne slapped the top of the black and white, giving him the signal to skedaddle, “I owe you one!”
Roxanne’s squad car was in her garage—the plan was that she’d drop Harper back off at O’Halligan’s in the morning so she could drive home. Couldn’t have Harper driving home drunk, after all. The kick she’d gotten from Roxanne’s little flex of her cop muscles had gone a long way to making the night even more enjoyable—it had been the best first date she’d had in quite a long time.
Stepping inside quietly (so as not to wake Max who was just as much of a Big Boy as Roxanne promised) the two women tiptoed towards the bedroom. Harper was still more than a little drunk, so it wasn’t particularly easy for her to manage. Roxanne had something of a hard time too, with Harper leaning hard against her. But in the end, it wasn’t impossible. They managed to make it to the bedroom just fine.
“I don’t normally do this.” Harper burbled excitedly, laying spread-eagle on the bed, “Just wanted to let you know that.”
“Go out with ladies, cops?” Roxanne purred from the other side of the room, “Or put out on the first date?”
“All of it.” Harper chuckled as she struggled with her jeans, “Or pig out like that. Why did I let you get me ice cream?”
“Because everyone likes ice cream?”
“That’s true.”
“And you like... me?”
“That’s very true~”
As Harper floundered on the bed, having a hard time undressing. The jeans weren’t too much of a problem—her soft tummy had already done the hard part of rolling out of the waistband. Kicking them off was kind of fun, her thick olive legs wiggling and jiggling until they were free from the confines of their tight elastic/denim prison. But the sweater had been something of an issue. Given Harper’s assets she’d found herself struggling a bit more than she’d liked to have thought was sexy.
“Here…” Roxanne smiled, down to something comfortable, “Let me help you.”
She grabbed the sleeves of Harper’s black sweater and pulled it off of her. Instantly, Harper’s sloping melons fell into place, pouring over the cups of her bra in an unchallenged display of olive-colored superiority. They were heavy, sagging under their own weight as they struggled to stand at attention even with the aid of Harper’s bra. They sat nicely on her little stomach, still pooching and round after the night’s display of wining and dining her first-date jitters away.
“Better?”
Harper answered in a shallow breath as she pressed her lips against Roxanne’s.
“Better.”
Roxanne worked her way over Harper, leaving her guest of the evening lying flat on her back, propped up with pillows. As they kissed, working their tongues in and out of each other’s mouths, Roxanne’s slender arm snaked its way behind Harper’s back to unhook the heroic bra that held her heaving breasts back. Harper pulled her closer, running her hands up and down the officer’s back as she did what felt right.
She was new at this. She was drunk. But she was horny, and Roxanne made her feel so good. Her first date in what felt like forever, and she wasn’t going to mess it up.
Meanwhile, Roxanne’s small ivory fingers worked their way around Harper’s broad, motherly shape. She traced her hand along the curve of her flaring hips, stopping at the swell of her stomach with one hand, while the other played with her naked breast. Cupping both, squeezing Harper’s soft olive flesh in her hands, Roxanne began to work. Rubbing her lover’s soft tum with one hand, tweaking her dark nipple with the other, Roxanne began to work her way down, down the slope of Harper’s swollen stomach. Her hands followed, running the slope of her child bearing hips, squeezing the supple shape of her chunky middle and then the ample spread of her thighs as they parted.
Harper’s toes curled for the first time in a long time as Roxanne slipped her tongue between her lover’s lips, kneading and squeezing Harper’s fleshy thighs as she was pleasured in a way (well, with an expertise) that she’d never felt before…
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