Free Flesh & Blood by John Argus Page A

she found, despite her irritation at doing so, that she began to dwell on what lay beneath the soft silk, and then to the rest of the girl’s body. What would Sara be like in bed, she wondered? Wild, she thought, and uninhibited. Had she any experience with women? Knowing Sara, quite possibly.
    Leah’s eyes continued to glance sideways and secretly admire the lithe form of the girl beside her whenever the road ahead was clear for a few seconds. The soft, lovely flesh of her creamy, butternut thighs made her own thighs twitch as she imagined what lay beneath the too short skirt. She found herself admiring Sara’s fingers as they lay relaxed on her thighs, so neat and dainty, and she imagined taking them into her own hands, stroking and caressing them, placing them against her body, licking them and sliding them between her lips so she could suck and draw the lovely scent of Sara’s body into her mouth. She could feel herself moistening between her thighs and became increasingly aware of an electric sexual tension in the car.
    ‘We need to make a stop,’ Sara said, without turning her head towards Leah.
    ‘Where?’ asked Leah.
    ‘My place,’ Sara told her. ‘Is not far.’
    Leah should have objected, but she had never seen Sara’s apartment and found herself curious, wanting to know more about the enigmatic girl. She allowed Sara to direct her, feeling the tension growing as they turned off onto a quiet side street and parked in front of an old brick apartment block. They both got out without exchanging words, and she followed the girl at a short distance, admiring her legs from behind as they entered the building.
    ‘Is on the second floor,’ Sara said, and walked up the stairs, Leah following, able to see up the short skirt which swayed around the tops of Sara’s thighs as she moved, and felt a quiver of hunger in her stomach as she admire the girl’s panties encasing her neat bottom.
    It was an old building, and a wave of stuffy air drifted out into the hall as Sara opened the door to her apartment. Leah followed her in and looked around. It was a small apartment, typical of older homes that were subdivided into apartments. A new partition wall had been put up, reducing the size of the living room but creating a single bedroom and a tiny bathroom. The kitchenette was to Leah’s left, separated from the front room by a small breakfast bar.
    Sara moved into the living room and looked about almost nervously.
    ‘Is something wrong?’ Leah asked.
    ‘No, why?’ the girl asked, almost too quickly.
    ‘Because you’re acting strangely,’ Leah told her, and then watched in amazement as Sara responded by removing her blazer to show Leah the lovely sight of her small but beautiful breasts pushing tautly against the white blouse she wore.
    ‘Um, are you trying to taunt Mbweni?’ Leah asked, feeling extremely flustered, reluctantly tearing her eyes away from the mouthwatering sight and looking up at Sara’s sparkling eyes. ‘Because I’m pretty sure she’s not the type to tolerate such behavior.’
    ‘You don’t think I look sexy?’ Sara asked, turning side on and running her hands up and down her body.
    ‘That’s not the point,’ Leah said, even more confused, her mouth suddenly dry. ‘You can’t dress like that while on duty.’
    ‘What if I playing role for decoy perhaps?’ Sara suggested.
    ‘Well, I suppose… but you’re not.’
    ‘No?’ She let her hands slid up the sides of her brief skirt, lifting it slightly to show her panties. ‘I see the way you look at me, Leah,’ she suddenly said, pointedly, catching Leah off guard.
    ‘E-excuse me?’ Leah stammered, blushing at being caught out so easily.
    ‘I know you want me.’ Sara began to slowly unbutton her blouse, then when they were all undone she seductively peeled her blouse off her shoulders, and Leah felt her heart skip a beat at the vision of her lovely naked breasts and erect nipples.
    ‘Don’t be silly,’ she said, but with