My Boyfriend's Back

"It's okay." Jo hands the cold pack back to Ana Maria. "I'm campus police, Ana Maria, not immigration. You understand the difference? I'm not obliged to give them any information. My job is to keep students safe, that's all."

"How did you—?"

"You're not the first person to overstay their student visa, honey." She rubs her hand over Ana Maria's shoulders.

It's not often that I get to see Jo's mother bear persona make an appearance, and I had almost forgotten that there is a tender human being under all that tough cop bravado. I stare a little longer than what is probably considered polite.

"What?" Jo says.

"You ever think of having kids?" I say. "Mama bear."

Tina and Jo just look at each other for a second. Then it's back to tough cop Jo and the matter at hand.

"Ana Maria," Jo says. "I'd like you to meet Charlotte. I think you two might have a few things in common, besides an uncanny resemblance." Jo's eyes dart back and forth between Ana Maria and me for a while as she rubs her chin with her hand.

I extend my hand to the timid girl with the improvised ice pack held to her face. "Sorry about the run in with our dog."

Ana Maria grasps my hand briefly. "It's nothing."

"I hear we have a mutual acquaintance."

She sighs.

"Wanna come to self-defense class with us?" I look at Jo, who reaches for her wallet, producing another business card-sized free pass.

Ana Maria says nothing, but eventually she nods.

*

Getting the Band Back Together

Juliet

"We're gettin' the band back together!" I'm sitting on the couch, grinning. Charlotte's sitting next to me, doing her best to ignore me.

"Gettin' the baaand back together." I've been going on about this ever since Wednesday night and I think Charlotte may be on the verge of using some of the self-defense moves we've learned in the past three sessions of Jo's class to shut me up.

"Juliet! I swear. I'm going to put you over my knee."

"Sorry, Miss Charlotte." I grin. Charlotte tries to fight it, but she's grinning too.

Ever since Ana Maria told us that she plays bass, in addition to a wide variety of percussion instruments from her native Brazil, all I can think about is how tight we're going to sound when we finally get together for a jam session.

"Gettin' the baaand—"

Charlotte shoots me a death glare and I shut up, biting my lip to suppress a laugh.

"She is nice though, don't you think? And you look like you could almost be twins."

Charlotte fixes me with a stare. "Except she's ten years younger."

"I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte." I lean over to wrap my arms around her and rest my head on her shoulder. "I don't mean to make light of your stalker situation."

Bella sees us snuggling and takes that as an invitation to hop up and get in on the action.

"I just wish he'd go away." Charlotte is scratching Bella behind the ears. "I thought all that was behind me, and now..."

"Makes you wonder how Ana Maria's holding up, doesn't it?"

"We should text her," Charlotte says. "Maybe she could come over." Charlotte sighs. "Maybe we could jam for a while and try to forget."

Upon hearing this, I leap to my feet and reach for Charlotte's hand. "We're gettin' the baaand back together."

"Juliet. I swear." Charlotte winds up with her right hand and delivers a swat to my ass that nearly knocks me down.

"Mmm, promise?" I turn and wiggle my ass near her face.

"Shut up," she says, but she's got her hands on my thighs, taking long seductive runs up and down my bare legs. As she extends her fingers and sends them higher, searching for the little yellow smiley face hiding under my cut-offs, I reach around front to pop the button.

My jean shorts land on the rug with a muted thud and, if I'm not mistaken, Charlotte's got her teeth on the waistband of my underwear around back.

"Juliet darling," comes the muffled voice of Charlotte from behind me.

"Yes, Miss Charlotte."

"I'm a little stressed out, so I could use a good fuck." Charlotte is dragging my boy shorts over my ass using her teeth as soon as the words leave her mouth.

"Do you understand what I'm saying, darling?"

"Umm..."

"Remember the safewords, 'cause otherwise we're not stopping. Got it?"

I shiver momentarily. "Yes, Miss Charlotte." My shorts are around my knees and I feel her hand on the small of my back.

"Good." She shoves me forward and I have to grip the edge of the coffee table to keep myself from falling face first.

Smack! Miss Charlotte lays her hand hard across my ass.

I can feel the tingles, the spreading warmth. But before I get the chance to fully enjoy it, she quickly presses into me with two fingers. She must have had them in her mouth to lube them up, because they go in fast. There's no pain, but I am a little taken aback by her aggressiveness.

"I'm going to fuck you hard, darling."

Smack!

Her free hand lands on my ass once again as she presses in, rubbing harder and faster. It's almost too much at once, but Charlotte knows me very well and probably knows my limits better than I do. At least she's rubbing in a really nice spot.

Charlotte adds a third finger and I shriek.

"Safe words," she reminds me.

"Don't fucking stop."

My swearing earns me another two smacks on the ass, with the threat of five more if I do it again. I don't quite understand why she can swear and I can't, but hey, I'm getting a side of Charlotte I've never seen.

"Fuck!" I say.

Five hard smacks come raining down with almost no pause in between. My entire body shudders and I have to lock my elbows to keep from crashing face first into the coffee table. I'd better lay off the swearing for a while.

"Mmm." I moan and scissor my legs back and forth to shake out some of the sting. I can't remember the last time I saw Charlotte this possessed.

She's added a forth finger as she continues plunging away at my insides, and I have a distinct feeling that I'm in for a thumb too. My body shudders. Thank goodness she has slender hands.

Charlotte stops and pulls her fingers free with a squishy slurp. "On the floor," she commands, "head down, ass in the air."

It takes me a while before I figure out what she's getting at, but she helps me by moving my limbs around where she wants them. I end up resting my weight on my shoulders as my lower back presses against the front of the couch to hold me in an upside down position. My knees are bent and danging about a foot and a half over my face.

I hear a rustling of clothes and am soon treated to the sight of Charlotte's flushed and swollen pussy right in my line of vision. "If you can't say your safe word, tap my ass three times." She grabs me by the knees and roughly spreads my thighs. "Otherwise, lick."

And with that, Charlotte settles onto my face and begins grinding on my nose and mouth. She's got her fingers back in my pussy again, though probably not four, not yet.

"Grrrumph." I let out a groan into Charlotte's pussy as it covers my mouth and chin.

"Three taps," she reminds me, and then inserts another finger.

Oh my god. Oh my god, that feels good. I'm bucking my hips, trying to encourage her fingering. Sweat is pouring down my back as my skin sticks to the leather of the couch. I scream obscenities into Charlotte's crotch that only come out as muffled nothings.

And that's when Bella starts barking. Shit! And I'm so close.

Charlotte begins to slow the pace of her stress fucking, and lifts her hips from my face to give me some breathing room. "Shh, it's okay," she says, probably to the dog, though I still can't really see anything other than glistening pussy.

Bella has stopped barking incessantly, but is still letting out a low growl with the occasional bark thrown in for good measure.

"It's okay, Bella," I say. "I'm okay."

"Shit," Charlotte says, dismounting my face. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"You obviously needed to release some tension..." I look at her and grin. "Miss Charlotte."

Charlotte leans over and kisses me deeply. My face is still sticky with her girl juice all over it, but she doesn't seem to mind. Bella doesn't seem to mind either—us kissing that is—she's calmed down quite a bit, but still on guard.

"Do you think maybe she'll let me make you come?" Charlotte asks.

"Probably. As long as I don't scream."

Charlotte takes that as a challenge. "If you can keep quiet..." She ponders her answer. "If you can keep quiet darling, I'll let you..."

"Let me take you to the farmers' market with the Bluetooth vibrating egg in your pussy?" I blurt out. "While I hold the phone?"

"You've obviously given this some thought," she says.

I nod with enthusiasm.

"Deal," she says, and I spend the next half hour chewing my lip, trying not to cry out, as Charlotte tries her best to make me come apart.

After losing the challenge, I get Charlotte to agree on a rematch, only this time she's the one who has to stay silent. At the end of it all, we learn that we're going to need to buy another Bluetooth egg, and that Bella probably thinks we're both out of our fucking minds.

*

Campus Jam

Ana Maria

My phone buzzes and I pull it out to look at the display. It's Charlotte, the woman who's a friend of Lieutenant Diamond. The woman I share a common interest with, and that interest is ridding ourselves of a stalker named Jeremy something-or-other.

C: Wanna jam? Juliet's itching to play.

I stare at the screen for a while, pondering my reply. Do I want to jam? Could it be that easy to make new friends? They seem okay. Juliet is a little hyperactive, but she's a drummer, so I guess I should expect that.

My phone buzzes again.

J: We're getting the band back together. ;-)

I have no idea what that means, but it makes me laugh. I figure that's as good a reason as any to get together and jam. Besides, I'm sure the friends whose couch I've been crashing on would like to have their space back for a while.

I turn to Charlotte's text first.

AM: Sure. Where?

C: University music building. Practice rooms.

AM: Okay.

J: We're getting the band back together!

I smile—for the first time in a long time, I actually smile.

*

"Guys?" I say. My voice echos down the long corridor. It's fairly deserted at this time in the afternoon, particularly during summer session, and I'm a little spooked being here by myself.

"We're in here." Charlotte pops out of one of the larger practice rooms toward the end of the hall and waves me over.

I stand there a moment and take her in. She does look a little bit like me I suppose—a little older, way cuter. Adorable, really.

"Can you play double bass?" Juliet asks. "We couldn't find an electric."

I nod.

Even though this is one of the larger practice rooms in the building, it's still a tight space with three of us in here. Luckily, Juliet is sitting down to a rim set and Charlotte's on a keyboard. If we had a full drum kit and a baby grand, I'm pretty sure I'd be out in the hall.

Juliet picks up her sticks and then pounds a couple beats on the bass pedal. Charlotte nods my direction and I heft the big upright bass.

"What kind of music do you like?" Charlotte asks, as she lays her fingers on the keys.

I shrug.

Charlotte begins cycling through various genres on the keyboard, calling them out as she goes, while Juliet supplies a matching beat.

"Rock? ... Funk? ... Ska? Juliet was in a famous west coast Ska band. You ever hear of Mighty Mighty Big Fish? That was her on the drums." Charlotte keeps right on playing, transitioning seamlessly between styles. "How about blues? ... Jazz?"

"Jazz," I say, and begin plucking out a bass line. "I played a lot of Jazz back home. You could say I grew up on it. My parents were musicians."

Upon hearing that, Juliet starts in with a nice easy swing beat. Charlotte joins in with a few chords, while I start taking some runs up and down the scale, getting more comfortable with the instrument in my hands.

Soon, Charlotte transitions into a frantic boogie-woogie shuffle, and I join in on the bass line. Juliet is basically showing off at this point, supplying a solid rhythm along with the occasional fills, some of which are so complex they almost make my head spin.

Her rhythm is infectious and Charlotte's command of the keys is nothing short of amazing. I must be grinning like a fool. I don't think I've had this much fun since I came to The States—what was it—three years ago?

After about ninety minutes of straight jamming, Charlotte is pounding out something that sounds a little like Swanee River, but a hell of a lot more lively, before seamlessly transitioning back to a series of short, sharp, treble clef chords while nodding at me to take another solo on the bass line.

Finally, we wind it down, and my heart is still pounding.

"You guys are really good," I say, and wipe the sweat from my brow.

"Thanks," Charlotte says. "You're not too bad yourself."

"We're gettin' the baaand back together." Juliet is grinning.

"Ignore her," Charlotte says and then stands up. "Unfortunately, Ana Maria, we've got a new dog at home, so we need to get back before she pees on the rug. But we should definitely do this again."

"You want us to walk you home?" Juliet asks.

"Uh." My mind kind of seizes for a second, not knowing what to say. How do I tell them that home has been crashing on a series of various couches this summer, that I don't really have a permanent address until I can figure out how to get myself re-enrolled at the university in the fall?

Fortunately, I don't have to explain anything for the moment, because Charlotte saves me.

"If you don't feel safe at home, you can crash in our guest room," Charlotte says. "If you want to."

"It's not a problem," Juliet says, "Nobody ever sleeps in there. Charlotte and I always share the big bed."

I watch Charlotte stick her elbow in Juliet's ribs. "She doesn't want to know about that."

"What?" Juliet says. "It's only natural."

When Juliet starts singing about birds and bees in her rendition of the old Cole Porter hit, Let's Do It, and Charlotte joins in with a piano accompaniment, I can't help but smile.

"The guest room sounds nice. Thanks."

"Great. Let's go before Bella pees on the rug," Charlotte says.

"Bella's the dog," Juliet adds.

"She knows that," says Charlotte.

"We're gettin' the baaand back together," Juliet declares as we leave the practice room.

*

"This is a really nice place," I say, as I stand in the kitchen of the town house with Juliet. "Much different than what I had growing up."

"Well, you can thank Charlotte's sugar mama for that. She owns the place."

I can see Charlotte through the glass of the sliding patio door. She's gesturing to Bella to go out into the yard, but the dog won't leave her side. I wonder if I'm going to meet this sugar mama Juliet's telling me about. I wonder what she's like.

Juliet interrupts my speculations with, "You want something to eat?"

"Sure."

Charlotte returns with Bella, and it's Netflix and pizza for the rest of the evening. When I finally lie down in their guest room, I am clad only in my panties and a borrowed T-shirt. Bella comes in to check on me and eventually settles herself at the foot of the bed.

"Locked you out, huh?" I say to the dog. I can hear the birds and the bees already going at it across the hall.

Even after a long day, it's not easy falling asleep, particularly with the sounds of passion leaking under the door. Eventually, I give in and snake a finger down between my folds.

It's been a while, and with some help from the sounds coming from across the hall, I climax quickly and fall into a deep sleep.

*

In the Name of Love

Tina

"Oh, Jo. Oh, F— Yes. Yes. Yes, right there! Oh god, yes!" I arch my back as Jo continues the tongue lashing she's been giving me for I don't know how long.

It started when I backed her against the kitchen cabinets, telling her I needed to check to make sure her desk job wasn't making her soft. She responded by spinning me around and lifting me to the counter while she shed her shirt and pressed my hands against her stomach. Somewhere in there, my pants ended up on the floor and my legs slung over her shoulders. I've been a babbling idiot ever since.

"Fingers! Yes! Yes! Right... there... Mmm."

If Jo responded verbally to my demands, her words came only as muffled vibrations on top of all of the other glorious sensations she was bent on delivering.

I feel a slurp as she pulls her fingers from me, and I briefly wonder if she's going to carry me off to the bedroom now. But then I see Jo's hand hovering in front of my face. I lick my lips as seductively as I can manage. I know this'll get her motor running.

I grab her by the wrist and wrap my mouth around her fingers. The taste I've left on her on her is strong. I make plenty of noise to let her know I'm enjoying this as I swirl my tongue and suck at her fingers.

Jo is moaning her approval from down below, and the vibrations of her voice seem to tickle me in just the right way.

"Oh, F—" I pull Jo's fingers from my mouth and guide her hand back down to where I need it to be. She understands, and soon I am thrashing on the counter top so hard that I send the back of my head crashing into a cabinet door with a thud.

I hear a muffled "You okay, babe?"

"Fine." I'm panting. "Fine. Don't stop, Jo. Get your tongue back in there and—"

Jo does exactly as I ask, and the result is me going rigid, and completely speechless.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm," is all I can get out. My thighs are quivering and pressing down hard enough on Jo's shoulders to lift my butt up off the counter top by at least three inches as she pushes me over the edge.

"Gaahhh!"

I land back on the counter with a wet, squishy plop. Jo is gently rubbing my thighs now as I calm down. I pull at her arms, encouraging her to come up. Her face is a mess with my orgasm and I can't help but smile.

"You're good, Josephine," I say. "I don't think the desk job has slowed you down one bit."

She grins. I can see in her eyes that she's searching for a comeback, but as soon as I take her face in my hands and begin slurping and licking my juices off of her, she gives up. We spend the next several minutes kissing, until I realize how tired my ass is from being on the flat, unforgiving counter, and we wander off to the bedroom.

Jo insists on an ice pack for my bumped head.

*

"Nurse Josephine," I tease, as we lie in bed, me with an ice pack pressed to my head, and Jo holding it there while spooning me. "Have you ever thought about kids?"

"I don't do diapers, babe."

She's right. The vision of Jo that I have in my head right now—the one where her face is all scrunched up as she's reaching for a baby wipe—it's not pretty.

I shrug. "You do have some motherly instincts, though. Occasionally. It's kind of cute."

I feel the ice pack leaving the back of my head and a gentle kiss landing in it's place. "What do you suppose Ana Maria is doing right now?" I ask.

"Dunno, babe. What made you think of her?"

"Nurse Josephine and her ice pack." I wiggle around until I am staring into Jo's still smoldering bedroom eyes, and plant a quick peck on her lips. "I should check into her file next time I'm at work."

"I know a few people in Campus legal who owe me a favor. Maybe we can help her get back on track."

"That would be a nice thing to do, Jo." I move my lips to her neck just under her ear. "Real nice." I swirl my tongue. "I'm sure she'd appreciate it." I've moved my mouth to Jo's shoulder now, and begin sucking as I move my hand to rest gently atop her hip.