Interlude: Remember kids, always ask for consent

In the kitchen, a few minutes ago.

“Ahhh, that’s refreshing…” Bianca’s lips left the glass of the cup rather unwillingly as she answered her new co-object. “Working on a black car with the AC broken is NOT something you ever want to experience.”

“That must have been tough! I’m glad I get to work from the comfort of my own home.” Alyssa was already filling up a different glass to give her new friend as soon as she finished it. Bianca thanked her as she did it, but noticed the water almost flowing out of the glass, as the smaller girl’s hands were still shaking a bit.

“You sure you don’t want to drink that one? You may need it as much as I do.” She motioned to her hand.

“Oh this? It’s nothing, you guys just startled me when you walked in like that, don’t worry.” She shot a delightful, almost disarming smile towards the cop. But her hands didn’t change.

This wasn’t Bianca’s first time experiencing a scene similar to this. The circumstances, however, were very different to say the least. Adapt and improvise, I guess.

“The way you jumped over the couch. It was fast, almost practiced. You haven’t lived in a place used to a lot of shouting and arguing, have you?”

“I… can you please just let this go? I was just nervous, that’s all.”

“Sorry, old habits are coming strong.” Bianca didn’t mean to make the girl any more nervous than before, she had overstepped. The best thing to do for now was to change the subject.

“It sure is still hot in here.” Bianca loosened a couple buttons from her shirt and started fanning herself with it. Come to think of it, owner never had her display her breasts, since he’d run up so quickly. “And I’ll say, our owner was definitely horny today. Is he always like this?”

“Oh, that one is on me, my bad.” Alyssa responded with a sweet laugh, looking glad the previous subject was already dropped. “He wanted some relaxation yesterday, so I gave him… how do I say it, something to be tired about.” She giggled and blushed at her own crude joke. “Tired and very happy about.”

“Then you did some good work. He couldn’t take his eyes or hands off my breasts this morning.” The blonde said, offering an amused smile. “I was sure he was going to jump on me the second we entered, but he went straight upstairs after… whatever that was.”

Alyssa went to rub her own arm when she noticed she was still holding the otherwise untouched glass of water.

“Oh, here you go, miss…”

“My name is Bianca, but you can call me Bi, as my friends do.”

“My name is Alyssa, but you can call me Aly.”

“Hi Aly.” The cop gave the girl a welcoming smile.

“Hi Bi.” She returned it with a warm and gentle one.

“So, let’s talk about sex.”

“What?!” Even though she was talking about it herself a few seconds ago, hearing someone else be so straight forward about it, especially about her own sexual escapades, made her feel shy and self conscious extremely quickly. Her cheeks were now spotting a light blush.

“I feel like it is a reasonable assumption our owner will ask for us to have sex with each other or have a threesome with him, am I correct?” Bi asked, pacing around the kitchen while fanning herself and drinking more water. “At least it is if his horniness continues as high as it was this morning.”

“I… hum… yes, that could happen, sure.” The still shocked Aly answered. She took a seat at the table as she watched this woman pace around like she was formulating the plan to steal the declaration of independence or something.

“I myself have no problem with that since I am bisexual and you are an incredibly beautiful and sexy woman.” Aly was blushing furiously now. Bi continued. “By the way, I am bi, my nickname is ‘Bi’, I feel like that is the greatest pun I’ve made today.”

“Oh, what other puns have you made today?” Aly asked, both genuinely curious and desperately hoping to draw attention away from herself.

“Uh? None, why did you ask?” Bi was shortly whisked away from her rambling by the unexpected question. When offered nothing but a very confused expression in return, she continued. “Anyway, my point is that I would have absolutely no problems having sex with you if and when our owner asks. What I wanted to know is about you: have you ever been attracted to girls before?”

“Oh…” completely hopeless to turn the attention away from her, Aly was now a deep shade of red. She was starting to feel that heat Bi was talking about. “I… don’t know. It has always been me and my boyfriend. We were childhood friends, and then became high school sweethearts. We started dating senior year and have stayed together ever since then. Even if I could feel attraction to women, I have never had the chance to explore that or figure that out.” She blurted out her entire relationship history. The nervousness was making it harder for her to hold her tongue.

When Aly stopped talking, Bi looked over her shoulder to face her. For a moment, none of the women said a word, then Bi started to sway her hips slowly and notice where the attention of the reddening brunette was heading. Then, a mischievous and sultry smile formed in the older woman’s lips.

“Oh really, you don’t say. I have always wondered what it would be like to be someone’s first.” She walked with a purposeful sway to her steps, emphasizing her hips even more than she ever had for Alex earlier. She slowly, but strongly, turned Aly’s chair towards herself and sat on the younger girl’s lap, a leg on each side. Aly’s red face now had her eyes wide, seeing as she was face to face with Bi’s sweaty and bountiful breasts.

“Ops.” Bi exclaimed as she, very purposefully, dropped a couple droplets of water from her cup into her cleavage. The water ran down her smooth, salty skin and started to slowly dampen her shirt, making it stick to her breasts even more. And through all that, Aly’s gaze never wavered. “It looks like I have wet my shirt, guess I will have to take it off and leave it to dry, right?” Bi internally cringed at her on the nose performance, but Aly just groaned an unintelligible response. It always did work with freshly out of the closet lesbians.

“But there is something you can do to help me.” The cop continued, but Aly almost wasn’t listening anymore. The older woman ran her hand through the younger girl’s hair. “You could help me by licking off all this water, would you like that?” Aly eagerly nodded, showing signs she wasn’t completely gone yet. “Well, what are you waiting for? Dive in!”

Bi pushed Aly’s face towards her chest. And she did dive in.