Disclaimer: Be warned there are rampant POV changes at every bold heading, that's what I get for having pushy characters they all wanted a say.

Sorry about the delay in posting this, life sucks. More to come as soon as I have enough time to scratch my ass without an appointment three weeks in advance..........

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Turtle Blues

Well dinner with the guys was fun, even if Liz was being really weird for most of the night. I don’t quite know what’s got her expensive French-cut, silk panties in a wad but she has barely been able to sit still for the entire night. The guys have left for home and Liz scuttled her way into the guest room like her ass was burning after Jason handed her a gift box, Liz took one look inside and bolted. I would love to know what the hell was in it.  

I hobble slowly to my room with the help of crutches. This is the first time I have done this on my own, usually Robyn or Liz help navigate. On top of that I think I have pulled a muscle in my chest, the weird ache at my sternum just keeps getting worse as the night goes on.  

Liz didn’t even say good night, she just took off. I get the feeling there is a lot going on around here that I don’t have a clue about. Like Liz and Bruce hiding in the kitchen for an hour when they were meant to be dishing up dessert. I know for a fact it does not take an hour. Ugggghhh I can’t even play on the net with my dodgy eyes. I think I’m just going to go to bed and sleep for a week. 

Maybe next week won’t suck as much.  

Waterloo

Jason is a dead man when I see him next. I cannot believe he gave me this THING in front of everyone, thankfully I didn’t just pull it out in front of everyone. I almost had enough courage to have a serious talk with Cooper about things between us. A good talk with Bruce helped me see things as they were, not how I was seeing them. Then Jason gives me this THING and embarrassed the hell out of me. Oooooooh I know what to do. I pick up the phone and dial the little bastards’ cell phone number. 

*** Hey Coop, do you miss me already?**** 

“Not in this lifetime Twinky, you do know you are in huge big trouble when I get my hands around your scrawny neck don’t you?” 

*** Liz??*** Jason squeaks. Good, I have him scared, just how I want him. 

“I had no idea you were suicidal Jason. What were you thinking exactly?” 

*** Well Liz I was thinking that maybe you could get over your ridiculous neurosis, get dressed up and give Cooper the shock of her life. It’s time for action Liz. *** 

“I don’t think I need your assistance Jason”  

He cuts me off mid rant. 

*** Oh but you do Liz. Climb aboard before the ship sails. You will regret it if you let Cooper slip through your fingers, there is a line all the way to San Diego of people who would kill for Cooper to look at them like she does you. Don’t be an idiot just because you’re insecure Liz. Cooper deserves better. So do something before its too late.*** With that he hangs up. 

I would rip his beating heart from his chest if he wasn’t right.  

I open the gift box lying on my bed and pull out the contents and steel myself for battle. As much as I don’t want to admit it, the Twink has a point. 

Combien pour la fillette

**Click** 

There I heard it again. Now I know I’m not hearing things. I swing my lump of plaster over the edge of the bed and sit up. It sound like someone is trying to open the door from the rear deck to my room. Well whoever is trying to break in has just bitten off more than they can chew. I grab a crutch and take aim Babe Ruth style with one hand as the other finds the light switch, as the door slowly opens. A figure slips in and closes the door gently; I flick on the lights and instantly swallow my tongue. Does the Heimlich maneuver fix that? I can only hope so; I’m beginning to see little silver sparkles. 

“Cooper, just breath.” She tells me as she comes closer and puts a small hand on my cheek. I manage to take a small breath. “That’s it, just breath.” This time she smiles at me before pulling my head down for a soft kiss. “I’m sorry for being an indecisive pain in your ass Cooper. You scare me, there’s something about you that I can’t seem to resist. So instead of going with the flow, I fought it, and I’m really sick of trying to fight something I want more than anything in the world.”  

“What do you want Liz?” I ask just to clarify. 

“That is very simple, I………(kiss)……..Want……..(kiss)………You.” The kiss that followed left every other one we had shared for dead. It was perfect. “The question is, do you want me?” I answer that the best way I can think of and kiss her again. 

I tell you I must be dreaming. This can’t be real life, no way would Liz break into my room to……… proposition….. me, while wearing a little black and white French Maids costume. However I do wonder about my psyche and my id if I have her dressed up this way, sexy underwear hell yes, strangely attractive costumes……. Well, yes to that too if she looks this good in them. Oh well if it is a dream….. Rock On….. At least I get the girl this way. We are still kissing by the way, and I just slipped my hand under that tiny little silly frilly skirt. Hey, It’s my dream and I will grope if I want to, besides it’s such a nice little ass; fits just nicely in my hand. She makes the most delicious little noise when I squeeze it. Can your stomach feel like I’m trapped in a speeding elevator in dreams? I really don’t think I care all that much anymore, she has shifted to bite and suck on my neck and I think my entire body has just broken out in goose flesh.  

Caveat Emptor:   You Broke it. You Bought it. 

I am 36 years old, you would think I would have a little more……….. Control. If Cooper keeps squeezing like she currently is, I’m not going to last beyond a few more minutes. Oh God, make that possibly seconds, Cooper has just discovered the interesting thing about the fancy panties that came with the outfit. I cant kelp but sink my teeth into Cooper’s neck, I think I can taste blood, so much for control. That would have to be the fastest AND most satisfying orgasm of my life. Now if I can stop my body shaking I might be able to remove my teeth. My poor Cooper, I look up at her and smile sheepishly. “Sorry” I tell her as I examine the lovely teeth marks I left behind; I can feel my reptile brain almost purring in satisfaction.  

“Did you just…..” She asks and looks a little stunned. 

“Ahh yeah, I couldn’t help it.” The previously stunned look Cooper was wearing has given way to gloating. 

“Really? You just… And I’m still….” I nod in reply and I am 100% positive she is doing a happy dance in her imagination. It’s going to be soooo nice to have her awake for the main event. I do notice that she is a little unsteady on her feet and decide to use it to my advantage. I give her a hard push to the chest so she lands on the bed. Mustering all my confidence I slowly remove the costume and make my way over to the bed. In nothing but my fancy panties I climb aboard and straddle her lap, minding the cast, and whisper in her ear using the best French accent I could. 

“Now Cooper, Zat waz joost ze entrée.” And bite her earlobe as an exclamation point. 

The groan in reply is all the response I need. My nimble fingers make short work of the soft cotton button down shirt she was sleeping in. Spreading it open I now have free range on those much adored piercings. I get a lovely squeak from Cooper who is struggling to breathe. No way in hell is she passing out on me this time, so I pat her cheek and remind her to breath before kissing her slowly and deeply. I can feel every single abdominal muscle flex as I push her down onto her back. I had almost forgotten just how strong Cooper is, and what a turn on it can be. It takes a little more work to get the boxer shorts over her cast, but to have Cooper laid out naked before me, it was worth it. Even with the full legged cast she is gorgeous. In the few weeks she has been incapacitated she has put on some weight, but just enough to hide her muscle tone, making her look softer than before; but just as appealing.  

I climb back up her body slipping a knee between her legs and easing myself onto her good leg. Kissing her forcefully I can’t help but grind into the smooth thigh below me, I can feel Cooper’s hips matching my rhythm, making us both moan. I can see a hot blush break out across her chest and feel the sweat begin to form on both of us. Shifting positions downwards, I take a nipple into my mouth, biting and sucking making Cooper moan loudly. I smile against her firm breast at her reaction and slide a hand between her strong, athletic thighs. So wet and so swollen, my fingers revel in it, immediately seeking out the small throbbing nub that’s begging for attention. She is moaning constantly and writhing under me, then suddenly stiffens and cries out. I suck and nibble my way back up to her mouth and kiss her with everything I have before sliding down and settling between her legs. I almost can’t believe I’m about to do this, I always hated doing it to the she-devil, it was more of a sexual obligation than something I wanted to do. But Cooper, I think I would do anything at all for her and enjoy every second of it. 

“I’m not done yet Cooper, the best is yet to come.”

Continued in Part 7

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