Date: Sat, 28 May 2005 21:15:55 GMT
From: "aann74@juno.com" <aann74@juno.com>
Subject: Cajun Spice, Part One

Part one is a little long because I'm trying to set up the story for the
rest of the series.  Thanks for your patience. Enjoy.


	April muttered an oath under her breath as she pushed through the
huge, glass double doors of Dupree Enterprises. Her plane arrived in New
Orleans two hours late and, therefore, left her no time to change clothes,
let alone find a hotel. April let out a small groan at the thought of
meeting her new client in a few minutes, dressed in jeans, her beloved
cowboy boots and a short-sleeved Henley. Oh well, I'm here to find an
embezzler, not land a cushy job with a corner office, she thought.

	She rushed up to the information desk in the lobby, suitcase in
tow. "Where can I find John Dupree's office, please?" April inquired of the
security guard.

"Top floor," he offered, not once looking up.

Figures, April thought, heading for the large bank of elevators in the back
of the lobby.  She pressed the up button, her foot tapping nervously as she
waited for the doors to open.  Rushing in as the heavy metal doors yawned
open, she barreled into a young woman about to step out. Looking up, April
felt the apology die on the tip of her tongue. She suddenly found herself
staring into the greenest eyes she'd ever seen, effectively frozen half way
between the elevator doors.

"Excuse you, cher," said the red head, the sugary southern accent taking
some of the sting out of the reprimand. April came crashing back to reality
as the doors banged into her back.

"Sorry. Late for a meeting."

"Typical Yank," came the sarcastic reply, rolling her eyes and sauntering
out of the elevator and down towards the lobby. April could only stare
after the woman, drinking in the view of long legs, perfectly round ass and
red, curly tresses spilling down her back.  Just then the elevator doors
snapped shut, cutting off her view of the southern beauty.  April let out a
long sigh and marveled at the feeling of her heart vibrating inside her rib
cage.

All thoughts of Red quickly vanished, though, as the doors reopened on the
top floor.  April found herself directly across the hall from her client's
office. Striding through the door, she quickly approached the secretary's
desk off to her left.

"Hi. I'm April Shaughnessy from Phoenix Investigations. I have a one
o'clock appointment with Mr. Dupree."

"Afternoon cher," replied the blond behind the desk. "Mr. and Ms. Dupree
are expecting you. Follow me please."

April followed the secretary through the door and into a rather large
office with an expansive view of the New Orleans skyline. Immediately in
front of the windows stood a large, mahogany desk. As April approached, the
man behind it stood and offered his hand.

"Ms. Shaughnessy, I presume," inquired the older gentleman. He stood about
six feet tall, his thick, black hair beginning to turn silver around the
temples. April guessed Dupree was in his fifties, as she accepted his
handshake.

"Yes, Mr. Dupree. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And I you. You came highly recommended and I appreciate you rushing down
here on such short notice. I'd like to introduce you to my niece, Jade," as
he turned to indicate the raven-haired beauty who had been perched on the
corner of his desk when April walked in.

The women stood, turning to offer her hand in greeting. She stood about
5'8", giving her a couple inches of advantage over April's 5'6"
frame. Jade's tailored suit hinted at the graceful curves of her body. Her
easy smile spreading to the crystal blue eyes that were revealed as she
brushed her hair away from her face.

With all this eye candy, I should consider moving south, April thought.
Visions of Red from the elevator flashing back as she took in the sexy
figure of Dupree's niece, accepting Jade's handshake.

"I understand you suspect an employee of embezzling from Dupree
Enterprises, is that correct?"

"Yes. My other niece, Jasmine, just returned from college with her master's
degree and is preparing to take over the accounting department. She's been
reviewing the books, getting familiar with the company, and noticed some
discrepancies. She's not finished yet but, as far as we can tell, whoever
it is has already siphed about $500,000.00 spread over several different
departments."

"It seems like you're already on the trail of your culprit. Why then,
Mr. Dupree, did you feel the need to hire a private investigator?"

"Are you familiar with the office rumor mill?" asked Jade with a small
smile.

"Isn't everyone?" April replied, her eyes locking with Jade's for just a
few extra seconds.

"Well, it appears that said rumor mill has caught on to the fact that we've
discovered the embezzling. My uncle, Jasmine and myself have begun
receiving threats," replied Jade, ending on a sigh.

Dupree now spoke, "We were hoping you could assist Jasmine with her
investigation and assist us with security. I raised Jasmine and Jade since
they were little girls. They're my daughters, as much as they are my
nieces, and I'm very concerned for their safety. They each received a
threatening email recently. I'm hiring you to insure that nothing happens
to them while they track down whoever it is skimming from this company."

Just then the office door burst opened. "Uncle John, we do not need some
knuckle dragging, too stupid to stay on the force, ex-copy turned PI
stomping around the company while Jade and I find out who's skimming. How
dare you drag some PI in here behind my back," ranted the vaguely familiar
newcomer.

At the sound of the door, April had pivoted around, only to find herself
face to face with Red. As the woman's tirade came to an end, their eyes
locked. April could feel a surge of electricity spike between them as the
fiery beauty glared at her.

"You," she spat.

"I'm guessing you're Jasmine Dupree."

"Yes I am. And who, exactly, are you?" Jade demanded, eyeing April top to
bottom, giving a disapproving look to the casual clothing.

April stepped towards Jasmine, hand extended. "April Shaughnessy. Knuckle
dragging PI. For the record, I've never been a cop. Too many rules," April
replied with a smirk, which quickly spread into a wicked grin as she heard
Jade's snort of laughter behind her.

"Oh great, a cowboy with bad manners. In case you haven't noticed, cher,
you're in New Orleans, not Texas," Jasmine looking pointedly at April's
worn, black leather cowboy boots.

"Oh these," April said looking down at her boots with a girlish
smile. Then, raising her head, locking eyes with the petulant red head,
April took a small step closer. With her grin still in place, she baited
the little brat, "Well, these are standard PI issue. You know, sometimes
security just involves giving someone a good kick in the pants."

At this remark, Jasmine's emerald eyes widen, a look of pure shock
spreading across her face, rushing to keep up with the blush that was
turning her cheeks the same striking shade of red as her hair. Unable to
contain herself, Jade burst into laughter, enjoying the sparing match
between her baby sister and the PI. Jade eyed the lean, brown haired woman,
admiring the way April stood almost toe to toe with her sister, not the
least bit intimidated. Jade had the passing thought that life was about to
get a bit interesting.

Jasmine was sputtering with indignation, yet unable to come up with a quick
reply.  Satisfied that she had taken the wind out of her sails, April
turned back towards Dupree and Jade. "I'll need to know what type of
security precautions you already have in place.  I'll also need to see
copies of the threats each of you have received and you'll need to brief me
on where you're at with your internal investigation into the missing money.
Where would you like to start?"

Dupree turned towards Jade, "Could you please get copies of the letters and
emails. Also, have Debbie bring us copies of the building blue prints and
security procedures. Jasmine, why don't you call out for some lunch. None
of us have eaten yet and I'm sure Ms.  Shaughnessy didn't get much in the
way of lunch on her flight."

With that, Dupree walked toward the conference table, motioning April to
join him. Jade flashed April a quick grin as she grabbed Jasmine's arm,
dragging her sister out of the office with her. April stood, enjoying her
view of the two departing women, smirking at the memory of Jasmine's
shocked face. Taking a seat, she had the fleeting thought that New
Orleans's women seem to be as spicy as its famous jambalaya.

###############

Several hours later, April stood on a street corner in the heart of the
French Quarter, eyeing a small neighborhood bar called Mama's. Dupree had
mentioned that the owner was a friend of the family and would be happy to
rent April the apartment above the bar, since she hadn't had time to book a
hotel room in her rush to get to New Orleans.

Crossing the street, April pushed through the old saloon style doors. It
was early evening, but the small bar was already starting to fill up. She
stepped out of the way of an older man who came up behind her carrying a
guitar case, the band for the evening already starting to file in. Spotting
the bar on the far left, April headed over, mentally crossing her fingers
in the hopes that the rent wouldn't wreck havoc on her business's take for
the month.

Nearing the bar, a large black woman stepped out from the kitchen, yelling
to the old man with the guitar. "About time you showed up Otis. How am I
supposed to run a blues joint with no blues?" The old man just waved her
off, still heading for the stage. Just then, the woman turned toward April,
spotting her standing hesitantly at the end of the bar.

"What you drinkin' cher?"

"Nothing now. John Dupree sent me down. Said you might have an apartment to
rent me, short term."

"You that PI from out east? John called just a little while ago, told me
you might stop in."

"Yeah, that's me. Is the apartment available?"

"Sure thing cher. Just let me get the keys and I'll meet you out
front. Door to the apartment is around the side."

April headed back out. Looking around the corner she saw a small, dead end
cobblestone alley and a set of steps about half way down. At the far end of
the alley stood a small fountain, flowers planted along the fence at the
U-shaped end of the alley. Well that's not so bad, she thought. God knows
I've been in worse places. Just then she heard the swoosh of the saloon
doors and turned to see the owner bustling towards her, the woman's large
frame barely clearing the doorway.

"I'm Mama Dubois. Don't worry, I run a clean joint. Folks get a little
rowdy from time to time, but this isn't some wild bar like what people hear
stories about. You'll sleep just find up there and no one will bother
you. Follow me, hon., and I'll show you the place. If you like it, I'll let
you have it for $100 a week, since you're a friend of the Dupree's and
all."

April felt the grin spread across her face. This older woman with the
booming voice seemed like good people and $100 a week was one hell of a
deal. She followed the woman down the alley, hoping the apartment wasn't a
hole in the wall. Looking up, she spotted a little balcony with a wrought
iron railing and a few flower boxes filled with geraniums hanging over the
sides. So far so good.

Mama hauled herself up the short flight of steps and opened the apartment
door. She stepped inside and held the door open, waiting for April to
follow her inside. Stepping in, April was shocked to find a darling little
apartment. There was a small kitchen area off to the right, with a wooden
breakfast nook in the far corner beside a small window. The hallway they
stood in went straight back and she could see the bathroom through the open
door. Off to her right was one large room, already furnished. A four-post
canopy bed stood, the headboard pushed against the far wall so the bed
faced towards the alley. A matching dresser stood beside it in matching
cherry wood. In front of the bed, closer to the balcony, was a comfy
looking couch with a small coffee table in front of it. The couch faced the
glass French doors, which opened out onto the small balcony she had seen
from the street. April walked over to the French doors, pushing them open
and walking out onto the balcony. There she found two lounge chairs and a
little end table.  The apartment had hard wood floors with a couple of
throw rugs strategically placed.

Staring around in amazement, April turned towards Mama. "Are you sure you
only want $100 a week, or is there a catch," she asked, suspicious, eyes
narrowed.

Mama let out a booming laugh. "No catch, cher. John told me you're down her
to help out the family and protect his girls. I've known the Dupree's my
whole life and those two girls are near and dear to me. If you're going to
look out for them, then I've a mind to help you out. $100 a week, no
strings. Unless something happens to those two sweet girls, then you and I
will be having words."

"Sweet? Jade, maybe, but sweet doesn't come to mind when describing Jasmine
Dupree," April commented, her mind going back to the battle she had with
Jasmine just a few hours ago. April had strongly suggested to Mr. Dupree
that he hire bodyguards for Jade and Jasmine. Jade had just made a face
like biting into something sour. Jasmine, however, had gone ballistic, flat
out refusing to let some over grown thug follow her around all day. April
had then remarked that Jasmine wouldn't be able to do much for Dupree
Enterprises from the grave. At that, Jasmine had announced the meeting was
over and had stormed out of her uncle's office, Jade following on her heels
trying to calm her sister down.

Chuckling, Mama said, "Yeah, John mentioned that you two got off on the
wrong foot.  She's a real hell fire, that one, but mostly she's just gotten
a bit of a chip on her shoulder as of late. Some folks at Dupree weren't
happy when John handed over the financial reins to a 25 year old. They're
both sweet girls, but Jasmine's got a lot to prove and it's made her a
little prickly."

"Just a little," April said with a snort. Mama just gave her a knowing
grin. "Ok, I'll take it. Here's the first $100 to cover this week. If it's
ok, I'd like to just pay week to week, since I'm not sure how long I'll be
around."

Mama accepted the $100 bill April handed her, giving her a set of keys in
return. "The bathroom's already stocked with towels and hand soap. If you
need anything, just come on down to the bar." With that, Mama headed out
the door, leaving April to marvel at her good luck.

Throwing her suitcase on the bed, April searched for a phone
outlet. Finding an empty one near the couch, she plopped her laptop on the
coffee table and settled down to search the net. It was quickly approaching
seven o'clock and, feeling wired from all the traveling she'd done today,
she searched for a gay club in the quarter she could check out.  Not
knowing how Mama felt about lesbians, she didn't want to push her luck by
asking her about it, possibly putting the brakes to the nice deal Mama was
giving her on the apartment.

After a quick Google search, April found a place called The Kitty Club that
was just a few blocks away. Not having time to find a rental car, April
decided to stick to whatever was within walking distance. After a quick
shower, she dressed in her favorite leather pants, boots and a black silk
poet's shirt, which had a rose embroidered on the back.  April played with
the lock on the front door, making sure she understood how it worked before
leaving. With that settled, she took off down the street towards Bourbon,
hoping she might find someone to hook up with. Work had kept her pretty
busy the last few weeks and she could feel the pressure building up. Then
again, that could just be from sparring with a certain gorgeous red head
all afternoon, April thought with a grin. Sexy, but hell on the nerves, was
how she was beginning to think of Jasmine. Jade, on the other hand, would
have been worth at least a dinner date, if not for her being a client.

Deep in thought, April was surprised to find herself in front of The Kitty
Club so quickly.  Pushing thoughts of the tempting sisters aside, she stood
back and eyed the small line beginning to form at the door. She rushed over
and jumped in line, just beating out a large group of girls who had just
come around the corner from the parking lot. April quickly began flirting
with the little blonde just ahead of her, but the line moved quickly, and
April soon found herself inside the club, the blonde having disappeared. Oh
well, she really wasn't my type anyway, April thought. Standing just inside
the entrance, she took in the scene. On her right was a small group of
tables with a second floor loft just above it with more tables. In front of
that was a large fence, stretching from floor to ceiling, separating the
tables from a recessed dance floor, which also had a small stage where the
DJ was perched. Beside that, and directly across from her, was a raised
floor, about two steps up, which housed several more tables. Then, to her
right, was a circular bar with booths against the far wall.

April elbowed her way up to the bar and, catching the eye of one of the
bartenders, ordered a tequila and orange juice. Raising an eyebrow, the
bartender, a petite girl with black hair spoke, "Tequila fan, huh? You
wouldn't be friends with our famous Tequila Club would you?"

"Tequila club? No, sorry. I'm too new in town to belong to any clubs just
yet."

The bartender pointed to a group behind April who were sitting on the
raised platform beside the dance floor. In front, near the brass railing,
several tables had been pushed together. Counting chairs, April figured
there were about six people sitting there, but only two were there at the
moment. "That's the group we call the Tequila Club. I swear, those girls
can do shots all night. They've only been here about an hour, but I'm sure
they'll get started soon enough. You should go over and say hi. Maybe
they'll invite you to join them," the bartender said with a wink.

"Thanks for the tip." April sat at the bar watching the table while she
considered doing just that. About ten minutes later, she saw one of the
women waving at the bar, trying to get the bartenders attention, while
turning to look at a group of women coming towards the table from the dance
floor.

The bartender tapped April's arm. "That's their signal to bring over the
first round of shots. If you want to help me with these, I'll introduce
you," the bartender suggested as she layed two trays on top of the bar and
began setting up shot glasses. Free pouring tequila, she filled a scary
number of shots, and then handed one of the trays to April. She came around
from behind the bar with the other loaded tray.

Not wanting to waste a golden opportunity, April quickly fell in step
behind the woman, threading her way through the crowd. As they neared the
group, April swore under her breath. Pulling out chairs at the far end of
the table where none other than Jade and Jasmine Dupree.

Too late to back out, April took the two small steps in one stride and
approached the sisters, gently placing the tray of shots, lemon and salt
shakers down, directly in front of them.

As the two woman looked up, April received to vastly different
reactions. While she watched a grin spread across Jade's face, Jasmine
looked like she could spit nails. Jade quickly greeted April, "Howdy
cher. Where you at?"

Making a show of looking around, April replied, "Last I checked, The Kitty
Club."

Jade laughed. Watching her blue eyes alight, April began to question her
own rule about not getting involved with clients. "No silly, 'Where you
at?' is Cajun for 'How are you doing?'" Jade explained.

"Oh. Pretty good, thanks. That is, I will be if your sister stops looking
at me like I'm something unpleasant she just found on her shoe," April
said, grinning at Jasmine, daring the little spitfire to start another
sparring match like the ones from that afternoon.

Jade layed a hand on her sister's arm, stopping the barb that was about to
spill forth.  "Don't mind her, cher. It's that time of the month you know,"
Jade said with a grin and a quick glance at her sister. Jasmine smacked her
sister in the arm and reached for a shot.

"Is my uncle paying you so little that you've already resorted to a second
job," Jasmine said with a smirk.

"No, I thought I was about to do body shots with some hot looking woman,
but I guess I got the wrong table," April shot back, she and Jasmine locked
into a staring contest, both women too stubborn and too proud to be the
first to blink.

Sensing war about to break out, Jade stood up and, reaching over her
sister, snagged a shot. Walking around Jasmine, Jade made her way over to
stand beside April, who anxiously watched the classic beauty walk
over. April was still admiring the way Jade looked in her tight leather
skirt and purple camisole top when she realized Jade was offering her a
shot. "I'd be happy to do a body shot with you, cher," Jade all but purred.

Remembering her resolve not to mix business with pleasure, April swallowed
the lump forming in her throat. "Why don't we just do a shot together? We
really should keep it simple, you being a client and all."

"Ok. Cheers then," Jade said, raising a shot in salute. April found herself
unable to tear her eyes away from Jade as she avidly watched the woman lick
the salt from the back of her hand, down the shot and then suck on the
lemon wedge. Just then Jasmine bumped into her on her way to the dance
floor, pulling her out her trance. "Don't forget to breath, cher," Jasmine
hissed into April's ear on her way past.

Crashing back to reality, April discovered Jade watching her intently,
those brilliant blue eyes reflecting her enjoyment at catching April
staring. "Don't mind her. Her prides been pricked at the idea that Uncle
John thinks she needs help with her investigation, let alone a body guard."

"I'm not the bad guy here. And you both need to seriously consider getting
those bodyguards. I read those emails both of you received and, whoever
sent them, means business. The closer you get to finding out who your
embezzler is, the closer he'll get to acting on those threats. How high of
a price are you two willing to pay for your pride?"

Jade looked at April for a few moments, seeming to consider just how
serious she was.  Seeing that April wasn't joking, Jade sat down and
motioned April to take the chair Jasmine just vacated.

"What if I agree to the bodyguard? I'm a lesbian, so's my sister. Neither
one of us would feel comfortable with some guy following us around all
day. Now that I know you're gay too, I'm sure you can understand how we
feel, or are you just here tracking us down?"

"No, I'm gay. And yes, I understand the two of you being uncomfortable with
a male bodyguard, but there are plenty of women in this business too. I'm
sure we can find two that you and your sister would feel comfortable
with. Ultimately, though, your uncle and I can't force you to get them. If
you both refuse, well, I'll do my best, but it's impossible for me to watch
both of you 24/7 and help with the investigation at the same time. Just,
please, think about it."

"Well, now, it might not be as hard for you to watch both us as you might
think. Jasmine and I live together in our parents' old house. You could
start tonight, if you want to come home with me," Jade asked. April could
tell by the look in Jade's eye that she wasn't being invited home to play
bodyguard, at least not in the traditional sense. Her eyes searching Jade's
face, April could feel an internal struggle between wanting to keep things
professional, and her quickly growing desire to get this woman between the
sheets.

Deciding she wasn't nearly drunk enough to make this hard of a decision,
April handed Jade another shot. "Let me think about it. The night's still
young, right?" Jade accepted the drink with a wicked grin. April had the
passing thought that she'd probably burn in hell for what she was
thinking. If I'm lucky, April thought, otherwise I'll just get fired from
the case and watch my business go down the toilet, but God, I bet those
blue eyes get smoky when she's turned on. April let out a small groan as
she downed her shot. I am so screwed, she thought, as she felt the tequila
burn its way down her throat.

#######

As the night wore on, tequila flowed like water. It might have been the
fourth round of shots, maybe the fifth, when April felt Jade's hand on her
thigh, squeezing and rubbing, Jade's hand sliding in between her thighs
from time to time. Looking over, her gaze locked with Jade's, who was
staring intently. Taking the hint, April stood up and announced she had to
call it a night.

Jade agreed, right on cue, and suddenly everyone was getting up to leave,
throwing money back and forth trying to figure out the bill when half of
them could barely stand.  Finally Sam, one half of one of the two couples
that they were with, slapped her credit card on the waitress's tray.

"Screw it! I'll cover the tab and the rest of you dead beats can pay me
back when you're sober again and can count," shouted Sam. Laughing, she
grabbed her girlfriend Trina's hand and head for the door. Rose and Emily
followed them out. April grabbed Jade's hand, intending to follow everyone
else, when Jasmine suddenly stepped in between them and gave April an icy
glare.

Taking the hint, April followed the other two couples out to the parking
lot. She could hear Jasmine and Jade whispering furiously behind her. They
reached the cars and April turned towards Jade, silently asking if she
intended to follow through on her invitation.

Jade caught her eye and slipped beside her, leaning against her side. April
watched as Jasmine's eyes darken with anger. "I didn't agree to drive
tonight so I could watch you make out with Yankee trash the whole way home
Jade," Jasmine snapped.

"So don't watch, baby girl. Just drive," Jade drawled. She took April's
hand and, smiling, reached for the back door.

April suddenly jumped back from the car as a set of keys came sailing
between her head and Jade's, bouncing of the car door and hitting the
pavement with a smack.

"What the hell's the matter with you," April shouted at Jasmine.

"I can't stop you from fucking my sister, cher, but I sure as hell don't
have to play chauffer," Jasmine all but snarled back. Turning on her heel,
Jasmine stomped back toward the street.

April watched in amazement as Jasmine flagged down a cab. "Is your sister
always such a raving bitch?" April asked Jade, while she watched Jasmine
disappear into the back of a cab.

"No, cher. Actually, she's pretty sweet and usually the life of the party."

Hearing the amused tone in Jade's voice, April turned around to find five
pairs of eyes all focused on her.

"What!?! Hey, it's not my fault your sister has the disposition of an alley
cat," April snapped. The speculative looks on everyone's faces were making
her nervous. Almost as if they were all in on the same joke, everyone but
her.

"Oh, forget her. We need to find a way home before I loose my buzz," Jade
purred, sending April a very meaningful look.

"My apartment's just a few blocks away. Think you can walk?"

"Will it be worth the walk, cher?"

"And then some."

With that, Jade slid her arm around April's and they headed back towards
April's new apartment, waving goodbye to the other girls as they left the
parking lot.

##

By the time they reached her apartment, April could feel some of the
alcohol start to wear off and her temperature soar. Throughout the walk
over, Jade had whispered in her ear about all the things she wanted to do
to her, occasionally nipping or licking her ear. They all but raced up the
steps and April fumbled for her keys. Not used to the new locks, it took
her a few minutes before she was able to push the door open. Seconds later,
April twirled Jade through the door and up against the wall. She kissed
Jade, their lips locked in battle, and April kicked the door shut with her
foot.

April began to feel the effects of almost living like a nun for the last
month. She couldn't get enough of Jade. While their tongues warred, hands
everywhere, April reached down and began slipping her hands up under Jade's
skirt. She wanted to go slow, to tease, but as she felt the warmth of
Jade's skin through her stockings, she felt something snap inside and
shoved Jade's skirt up with one quick motion. Sliding her hands under
Jade's twin globes, she pulled her as tight against her as she could, while
pushing Jade into the wall with her body and deepening the kiss.

Jade ripped her mouth away, gasping for air. "Oh God, oh baby, slow down
or, I swear, we're both gonna explode right here."

"Here's fine," April grunted, latching her mouth to Jade's neck, skimming
the tip of her tongue in small circles, each circle getting a little bigger
with every pass of her tongue.  Jade groaned and frantically ran her hands
down April's back. Finding the hem of April's shirt, she ripped it up and
over.

Pulling away to help Jade with her shirt, April froze, staring at long,
shapely legs covered in her favorite women's underwear, stockings and a
garter belt. She reached out, letting the tip of her fingers skim the milky
white skin exposed just above Jade's stockings.  Looking up, she found Jade
watching her, her eyes a smoky, deep blue, her breathing, ragged gasps.

"Like what you see, cher?"

"I love garter belts. I always think women look sexy as hell wearing them,
but on you...," April felt the growl vibrate in the back of her throat as
her eyes raked up and down Jade's body, enjoying the view.

"Come here baby." With that, Jade reached up to cup the back of April's
head, pulling her down for another mind-blowing kiss. April kept her hands
on Jade's thighs, skimming her fingertips to the back of her thighs, then
up front again, then back again, reaching around a little further between
Jade's legs each time. She could feel Jade's groans vibrate through
her. Suddenly she felt desperate for release. She grabbed the crotch of
Jade's panties and, with a quick jerk, pulled them free. Her hand returning
to Jade's mound, she traced a finger up and down Jade's slit, just the tip
at first, then sliding in a little deeper with each pass. Finally, she
pushed completely inside, biting back a moan at how wet Jade was, how
easily her finger slid in.

Jade sensed how close April was to losing control and pushed a hand down
inside her pants. April felt her hips buck as Jade pushed two fingers
inside her sopping wet pussy.  She began bucking against Jade's hand, at
the same time, she slid a second finger into Jade and quicken her pace,
making sure to slap her palm against Jade's clit with each thrust. Jade
mimicked her movements and, in moments, they were viciously bucking against
each other, April practically pushing Jade through the wall. April felt the
pressure building up inside, then, suddenly, her orgasm exploded, her heart
pounding so hard she thought it might burst through her chest. Jade's
orgasm quickly followed and they sank, exhausted, a sweaty heap of tangled
limbs, to the floor.

They sat there for what felt like forever, both gasping for air. April felt
her heart beat slowly returning to normal, her vision finally coming back
into focus. With a slight turn of her head, she gently kissed Jade's
forehead. Working down, she planted light kisses on each closed eyelid and
then brushed a soft kiss over her lips.

"Mmmmmm," was her only response.

Chuckling, April began to stand up, pulling Jade with her. "Come on
baby. We can't spend the night on the floor."

"Says you," Jade mumbled, falling against April, her legs not quite ready
to hold her.  "Oh God, cher. What the hell just happened?"

"Sorry. It's been a while for me and I guess.. I guess I just sort
of.popped."

"Exploded is more like it. Combusted just like that guy from Spinal Tap,"
Jade said with a slurred giggle.

Laughing, April guided them toward the bed. Trying to gently lower Jade,
April stumbled against the frame and they crashed onto the
mattress. Swearing, April crawled up and, flipping over onto her back, sank
into the pillow. Jade dragged herself up beside her, laying her head on
April's shoulder. Wrapping an arm around her waist, she held Jade to her,
planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"Should you call your sister and let her know you're not coming home?"

"No. I'm sure she's figured that out for herself by now. Go to sleep
April. I'm not done with you yet," Jade said on a yawn.

Laughing, April closed her eyes, letting herself slide into sleep, her last
thought being of a pair of emerald green eyes, sparkling with anger.