Get her clothes off

No need to hurry. You’ve got Lopez. You can’t blame her. How could anyone resist. Julieta’s a good kisser, keeping her busy for you because Lopez has a lot of clothes to come off. The coat, the belt with the gun, her shirt, her classy, white bra.

She and Julieta trip and stumble over the discarded clothes, lips still locked as they move toward the bed. You are there behind Lopez, her big, soft breasts in your hands as you leave hickies all over her neck. You get the cuffs off Julieta, but you kick something as you’re doing it. You barely notice the sound of something sliding under the bed.

You and Julieta are not completely in sync. She yanks Lopez firmly onto your bed, and the detective falls on her back, making the mattress sink. Julieta dives between her legs, pulling the older woman’s panties down her legs and exposing the puffy, swollen lips of her soaking pussy. Julieta throws the underwear aside, shoves Lopez’s legs apart, and goes down on her no hesitation, her pale ass in the air.

Lopez stiffens and one leg goes out straight while the other bends, her toes curling. She reaches an arm behind her, grabbing your headboard, her belly tensing and her breasts swaying as she hisses in pleasure.

Not to be left out, you climb onto the bed as well, crawling on top of her to kiss her. She’s wet and sloppy, more interested in moaning than making out. You move your mouth to her plump nipple and keep it there, testing the water with a little more pressure. She definitely likes it rough on her boobs, and she’s not as tough as she acts. Julieta gets her off in no time at all, and Lopez gets worked up so easily.

You can’t help yourself after she cums, watching her lie there, flushed and covered in sweat, gasping for breath. You move up tentatively until you’re straddling her chest. Even out of breath, she sees what you’re getting at and welcomes it, cupping your rear with her hands and pulling you toward her. You guide your pussy to your mouth, and she gets a taste of you while you get a taste of her skill with her tongue.

Somehow you get from sitting on the detective’s face to flat on your back in a sixty-nine with Julieta, her clit in your mouth and Lopez’s slick fingers bumping your nose as she uses them to fuck the French girl’s tight pussy.

She’s good enough at it to break Julieta’s concentration. You were close, too. Lopez pushes her fingers in, hooking them and touching the petite girl in ways that make her writhe and shriek on top of you. You’re suddenly splashed with warm juices. Lopez is a showoff.

Julieta slides off you, even more of a wreck than Lopez was. Was that ****?

Then Lopez is on top of you, nibbling your ear, and those fingers are between your legs. Two minutes later your feet kick helplessly in the air as you make little sobbing noises, your walls shivering helplessly and desperately around her finger.

You fall down flat as the orgasm goes up and down your body, feeling limp and shaky, but Lopez is still on top of you, pressing her pelvis against you, missionary style. Looking into your eyes, she rocks on top of you to bring herself off a second time. Only then is there a pause.

Your bed has moved several inches, and your room feels like a steam bath. It smells like sweat and… women. Julieta’s feet are by Lopez’s head. You’re all breathless, but you want to laugh. It’s cute and funny to you the way that Julieta is just obviously KO’d. Is she snoring?

Lopez sits up, wiping her hair out of her face. She looks around the room as though just waking up from a one night stand.

“Might have gotten a little carried away,” she mutters.

You sit up and kiss her. “You don’t want to just stay in bed?”

She looks at you. “Are you not tired?”

“Not too tired for you,” you say, putting your finger on her sweaty skin between her breasts and trailing it down toward her belly. “Just stay.”

Julieta is definitely snoring. You both turn to look at her.

Lopez sighs, then stands up, stretching. Well, you will take what you can get. Besides, you can brag to everyone that you had a threesome with a cop and a French girl. Not bad for your first night as a sister of CCL.

You stand up and as Lopez starts putting her clothes back on, you get clean underwear and pajamas out of your dresser. Dressed, you pick up her coat and hold it until she’s ready for it.

“Oh, you’re really coming?” she asks, looking surprised.

“I said I would,” you say, going to the bed and covering Julieta with the sheet. You hope she’s still here when you come back. Getting to snuggle her will be the perfect end to a pretty good night. “What are we doing next?”

“You mind if I take the diary?”

“It’s not mine,” you say.

“Right.” Lopez folds her arms. “I think the answers might be in the oldest stuff. There’s old stuff in the basement and in the attic. Or at least, that’s where a lot of it is. I want to go back up to the attic. I got a little distracted when I lost track of Hailee.”

You shrug. “Want me to go look around the…” you trail off. “Hey, wait. There is something weird in the basement.”

You quickly tell Lopez about the CCL scrap book that you found along with Shelby and Rey. And the old vibrator.

“We don’t need the vibe,” Lopez says dryly. “But I wouldn’t mind looking at that scrapbook.”

Go to the attic?

Or go get the scrapbook?