by Strongsouljah

Disclaimers: This story is mine. The characters are mine.

Sex: Yes. If sex between two women is not your cup of tea, then I suggest you move on to something else.

Thanks to LB for asking me to write this. Thanks to the ladies at Da Playground for supporting and encouraging me.

Feedback is always welcome: Strongsouljah@e-scribblers.com.

Copyright © 2004 by Strongsouljah. All Rights Reserved.

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It had been raining all day and most of the evening as Jasmine St. Claire drove down the deserted highway. The rain had finally stopped by the time she made her way home. She hated driving this late at night, but was forced to because of a brief that needed to be prepared before Monday. The lawyer and her paralegal had worked until 10 pm so their weekend would be free.

The drive wouldn’t have been so bad, but she detested driving through the swamp area of Louisiana. “Since there are no cars on the road maybe I can drive a little faster,” Jasmine thought as she pressed the accelerator of her Range Rover. The only light on the road was the beam of her headlights. The Creole woman ran her fingers through her long hair as she listened to the Mike Phillips CD. “I’ll definitely be glad when this trial is over. I need a vacation. A trip to Cancun sounds wonderful,” she mused. Her attention was brought from sandy beaches to the flashing blue lights that were coming up quickly behind her. “Shit!” she hissed as she pulled over on to the narrow shoulder of the road.

The Louisiana State Trooper stepped out of her cruiser. She straightened her uniform as she walked up to the driver’s side window of the Range Rover. She tapped on the window with her citation book and waited for the driver to roll down her window.

“What’s the problem, Officer?” Jasmine asked.

“Ma’am, are you aware that you were going twenty miles over the speed limit?” the Trooper asked in her thick Cajun accent.

Jasmine sighed heavily. She was tired and ready to get home. “No, I wasn’t aware of that.”

“License and registration, please.”

“Why? There was no one on the road. It’s dark, and I was afraid, ok,” Jasmine said. She was becoming increasingly agitated.

“Step out of the vehicle, ma’am,” the Trooper said as she stepped away from the door.

“I don’t fucking believe this,” Jasmine spat as she got of the truck. “Can’t you understand that I was afraid?”

The Trooper looked down at the shorter woman. “That may have been the case, but the law is the law.”

Jasmine looked up at the Trooper, her anger growing. “I guess an Amazon with a gun wouldn’t be afraid on this dark road. Maybe I should get one.”

“One what, ma’am? An Amazon or a gun?” the Trooper asked.

Jasmine looked up at the trooper with tears in her eyes. It had only been a year and a half since her wife was killed. “Just write the damned ticket so I can be on my way.”

The Trooper started writing the ticket and Jasmine tried to hold back her tears. It was a battle that she lost as sobs racked her body. The Trooper stopped writing and took the crying woman into her strong arms. She soothed her as best she could, but Jasmine cried harder.

“I miss her so much,” Jasmine revealed between sobs.

“It’s ok. Let it out.”

Jasmine’s grip grew tighter. She felt strong arms tighten around her as well. It had been a while since she was this close to another woman. The way their bodies molded together awakened feelings in her that had been dormant. She looked up to see the woman who held her, but was met with a feather-light kiss on her lips. The Trooper’s lips were soft and inviting, and Jasmine couldn’t resist feeling them again.

This time the kiss was more demanding. Jasmine felt her tongue brush against her lips, so she granted access. As the kiss deepened, the Trooper took Jasmine’s keys and used the remote to open the hatch. She then picked Jasmine up and walked to the back and sat her down. She removed her gunbelt as Jasmine removed her shoes and stockings. Jasmine slid further back to allow the Trooper to get in. The Trooper pulled down the hatch and resumed the fiery kiss. She then placed butterfly kisses on Jasmine’s neck while she deftly unbuttoned the silk blouse the attorney wore.

Jasmine’s hands grasped strong shoulders and then moved down a strong back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the shirt. She gasped as she felt warmth encompass one of her breasts as a free hand rolled the nipple of the other one. “Oh yes,” she whispered. She felt the Trooper’s free hand slide up her thigh and stop to rest between her quivering thighs. She heard the Trooper moan when her hand came to rest on her moist mound.

The Trooper released the breast and then began kissing her way down the soft belly of her charge. She could smell Jasmine’s arousal as it assaulted her senses. She pulled the mini skirt up and pulled the lace panties off to the side so she could taste her. “So wet,” she whispered as she licked and feasted.

Jasmine’s hips lifted from the floor as she felt her clit suckled into a warm and hungry mouth. “Please, I need more,” she whimpered.

The Trooper slipped two fingers inside the squirming woman as she suckled the clit greedily. She felt her hat as it was knocked off her head and then small fingers as they ran through her curly hair. Her thrusts matched those of the woman she possessed.

Jasmine’s stomach clenched as she was being fucked. She could feel the orgasm as it built inside her. She hadn’t known the touch of a woman since the night before her wife died, and she reveled in being taken with such ferocity. “Yes…Yes…YES!!!” she cried as she released her passion. The Trooper laid her head on Jasmine’s belly. She stilled her fingers to feel the muscles contract around them. She then kissed her way up Jasmine’s body, stopping for a moment to suckle her neck. She finally reached parted lips and kissed the softly. “Je taime, mon petite fille’.”

Jasmine’s eyes snapped open when she heard the whispered words. Words that her wife said to her the morning she left for work never to return. She looked around to find that she was alone in the back with the full moon looking down at her.

The next morning Jasmine awakened from a fitful sleep. She had cried all the way home, and finally had cried herself to sleep. “Oh Desiree, I miss you so much,” she whispered to no one. She turned over to look at the picture of her slain wife in her uniform. To dream of her wife on the very road that she had been murdered on was too much for her to take. She dragged herself out of bed to shower and get ready to go over to her parent’s house. “Too bad it was only a dream,” she whispered as she removed her robe. Her eyes widened as she saw the passion mark that was left on her neck. She gasped and happy tears fell from her eyes. “It wasn’t a dream. You came to me, Desiree. You came to me.”

The End

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