Two Sisters

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Two sisters move to LA and unwittingly meet the sexiest cops on the force.

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It was a soft spring morning, and Sandi was walking along Venice Beach taking in the view of the bright sunrise and admiring the colors bouncing off the gentle waves of the water. A light breeze blew in from the west, enough to keep her cool, yet comfortable, in her light blue spring jacket.

Looking around at the other early risers, she saw that the sunrise wasn’t the only thing to admire. A tall blonde man with sunlight in his hair was jogging toward her. She rakishly ran her cornflower blue eyes over his lean body, pausing to admire the muscular legs. Oh what those legs could do she thought, her face and body heating in a blush.

The handsome man passed her by, smiling gently at her admiring gaze. He was used to it, but it always threw him for a loop. Twisting his ankle ever so briefly he grunted and stumbled. Sandi bounded over to help him. “Are you okay? I’m sorry if I made you tumble. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

A melodious voice came from the broad chest of the blonde man. “Please, it was my fault. I see a pretty girl and I forget to watch my step.”

This made Sandi blush all the more, which made the blonde smile broadly. He was so used to being the blusher. The blush made the young woman in front of him look younger, even though she couldn’t be more than thirty-three.

He stuck out a large, bronzed hand. “My name’s Ken. I haven’t seen you here before. Are you a jogger?”

“Sandi,” she replied, placing her small, pale hand in his. “No, but I like to take walks. My sister and I just moved here from Indiana. Our parents recently passed away and our brothers have their own families back home. We’re hoping to make a new start in Los Angeles.”

“Would you like to get something to drink? I think my ankle’s about had it for today.”

“Sure, but not coffee. I don’t drink coffee. Is there a place around here that sells herbal tea?”

White teeth blinded her as they caught the rays of the sun. “This is California, Sandi. Californian’s are nothing if not accommodating.”

Teasingly she asked him, “And how accommodating are you personally?” It felt right to joke with this handsome god.

Ken looked at her and grinned naughtily. “Well, maybe we can find out together.”

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“Laura!” Cried Sandi as she ran into their apartment, an hour later. “You wouldn’t believe this guy I just met!”

Laura was just coming out of the shower, wrapped in a royal blue towel, her brown hair dripping diamond-like water on her shoulders. She took a smaller towel and tousled her hair to dry it best as she could. “And where did you meet this guy?”

“At the beach. His name’s Ken and he was jogging and tripped. I helped him and we got to talking. He took me to this small café just off the boardwalk and we had bagels and tea. We just talked for a long time, and,” she paused for effect “we have a date tonight!”

“Sandi, how many times have I told you to be careful. You don’t know who this guy is. There’s a lot of unscrupulous people that hang out at the beach.”

“Oh, but Laura, if you could see the grace this guy has, his hands, the way he speaks  . . .”

“All the more reason to be careful,” Laura said as she put on her dark brown skirt and light tan silk blouse.

“Well, you be careful on your way to work. That rundown Datsun of yours is an accident waiting to happen.”

Laura finished dressing with a simple gold chain, her mother’s link gold watch, and a light sprinkling of apple scented spritz on her abundant curls. Sandi jumped into the shower herself before getting down to write the article she promised Women’s Day. Sandi was an aspiring writer who wrote free-lance articles for several women’s magazines. She also volunteered as a candy striper for Memorial Hospital time permitting.

Laura hopped into her little burnt orange Datsun and after a few cranks of the ignition she was on her way to her job as a secretary for a manufacturing firm.

Approaching the intersection of Front and 2nd, the poor car began sputtering and a light stream of smoke could be seen from the passenger’s side of the hood. Jerking twice to a stop suddenly, she was rear-ended by the car behind her that was tailing too close. A large crunching sound of metal on metal could be heard as she thunked her head hard against the headrest.

Shaking herself for a moment, she unbuckled her seatbelt and slowly opened the car door. The glare of the sun met her eyes as a human figure entered into its path. The figure, male, was surrounded by beams of sunlight, obscuring his face, but highlighting his taught legs and waist.

“Are you okay Miss? I’m a police officer, and I was behind the car that hit you. Let me help you.”

Taking his offered hand, she let him gently pull her up. Still unsteady, Laura stumbled and fell into his arms. Looking up into his face for this first time, she could see that he had dark curly hair and the cutest dimple on his cheek.

“I’ve had women fall for me at first glance, but never a lady like you.”

It took a lot to make Laura blush, but this was definitely one of those times. “I’m sorry. I’m Laura. Laura Sabinson.  My, uh, my car, seems to have died, and I, uh….”

“Don’t worry about it. The guy behind you was following too closely anyway.” He extracted himself from her grasp and led her over to his car. A shining red & white Grand Torino.

“Oh…” she breathed, “this is a lovely car.” She looked back at him. “I thought you said you were a cop?”

“I am. I’m on my way to work. Can I give you a lift after you fill out the accident report? Unless you think you need to be checked out?”

Only if you’re doing the checking, she thought as she boldly looked over his jean-clad legs again.

“My name’s Starsky, by the way. Dave Starsky,” he said as a bright crooked smile burst from his face. “Well Laura, let’s get this paperwork done quickly and I’ll get you on your way.” He leaned in close. “I hate paperwork, but for you schhweetheart, anything.”

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“Starsky, you’re late again!” Commented his partner as the curly-haired detective made his way into the squadroom.

“Ahh Hutch I had a good reason,” he said longingly at the empty coffeepot.

Hutch handed him a full cup that he had poured for his partner before everyone drank the rest. “Hopefully something that will appease Dobey.”

“Hutch I met the most awesome woman this morning.”

“A woman? A woman is why you’re late!” Hutch broke in. “Why doesn’t it surprise me?” His blue eyes rolled and his light eyebrows lifted.

“Let me finish Hutch. She got rear-ended, so I was helping her.”

“I’m sure you were,” his partner mumbled.

“Her hands, oh, they were so soft, and when she fell against me…..” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I could tell she was all woman.”

“Fell against you or pulled against you?”

Starsky ignored his partner’s remarks. “AND she loves my car! She’s practically perfect! We have a date tonight! Dinner and dancing and whatever else may come.”

Both went to sit down at their adjoining desks. “Well it just so happens Gordo, that I met a woman today too and we have a date also!” Hutch said smugly to his partner, not wanting the curly-haired man to think he had the best of him. Healthy competition between the two was a sign of good friendship.

“Sandi is sweet, simple, and a writer. We met at the beach this morning and had tea afterwards.”

“Oh boy, another health nut,” joked Starsky. “I’ll bet she was blonde too.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“You always seem to fall for dumb blondes, buddy.”

“Sandi isn’t a dumb blonde. She’s an aspiring writer.”

Starsky snorted.

“And what does your paragon of womanhood do?”

“Pair of what? Laura is, uh…I didn’t ask. She works in an office.” Starsky got a dreamy look on his face….”The skirt she had on showed the most awesome legs and swayed so nice on her butt. And she filled out that silk blouse she had on very nicely.”

“So do you wanna make this a double date then Gordo and we can see who picks out the finer women?”

“Not tonight Blondie.  I’ve got special things planned for my lady and me.”  Starsky leered and lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

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“Ughhh. What a day!” Said Laura to her sister as they met each other on walkway to their apartment.

“What happened to your car? Where’d that one come from?” said Sandi as she looked at the dark blue Mustang.

“I got rear-ended this morning, this is a rental,” the darker haired woman said as she unlocked their apartment.

Dropping the bag of groceries on the table, Sandi looked over her sister. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. In fact, I’m more than fine. While you’re gonna be out on your date with tall blonde and handsome, I’ll be on my date with tall dark and handsome.”

“Please, don’t tell me it’s the guy who ran into you.”

“No, I met the cutest police officer. He helped me and then took me to work in his car. A Ford Torino. Oh, it was to die for. I was so excited I almost creamed my panties right there!”

“LAURIE!” Sandi shrieked. “You are so naughty!”

“Well, maybe I’ll get a little naughty tonight too,” she taunted her sister.

“A police officer. Eeewww. He probably looked dorky in his little uniform.”

“Nope. He was dressed in the tightest jeans and his ass – oh – to die for! I wanted to grab it right there! But I didn’t want to be arrested for ‘assaulting a police officer.'”

The two collapsed in giggles.

The two began to put away the groceries as they continued their talk. “So where’re you meeting this police officer?”

“Taps Dance Club at 8:30”

“No dinner?”

“Nah, he called me at work to tell me he had to work late.”

“That’s a police officer for you. We’ll I’m gonna get ready for my date with Ken.”

“And where are you going tonight?”

“Ken suggested an Indian restaurant called Saffron’s. I’ve never had Indian food, but what the hell, I’ll try it. Then he’s taking me to his place on the canal for a late night walk.”

Knowing brown eyes squinted at her sister. “A walk, huh? His place? Sure….”

“Well maybe my hands can do some walking of their own. Hint, hint.”

“He picking you up here?”

Blonde hair shook as Sandi nodded her head.

“Well, then get ready, I’ll finish this.”

Quickly finishing her shower and dressing for a comfortable evening, Sandi wore a pair of dress slacks with an off-white short sleeve blouse that opened to her cleavage. Black sandals, and a long strain of pearls with pearl drop earring completed the ensemble.

“My don’t we look comfy.” Remarked Laura, eyeing her sister from the couch while she sipped a glass of burgundy. “Aren’t you afraid of getting a chest cold walking outside in that blouse?”

“Very funny. You know I prefer tops that have cleavage since I have such a large chest.”

“Yeah, and I’ll bet your Ken will prefer it, too.”

Just then a knock on the door interrupted their bantering. It was Ken, Sandi’s date. He was dressed in a pair of gray corduroys and a light blue cotton shirt. Sandi bade him welcome and to come meet her sister.

Watching her sister eye her date up and down, Sandi was glad that she met Ken first. She saw the look in Laura’s eyes, and knew that she was attracted to the blonde also. “Mine!” She mouthed behind Ken’s back to her sister.

“Enjoy yourself tonight!” She called after the two as they left. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do – which isn’t much!”

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The flashing silver ball high in the ceiling of the dance club accented the brown curls on the two dancers at the edge of the multicolored triangle patterned dance floor. Starsky grasped Laura’s hand at the end of one of Donna Summer’s newest single. “Let’s take a break, catch our breath.” The two had been dancing up a storm since they arrived at the club and it was now after 9:00.

Going back to their small intimate table where the two had left their Long-Island Ice Teas, they continued holding hands, Laura’s soft hand fitting nicely in Dave’s firm one. She liked the way they fit together.

“You look lovely tonight. Even better than this morning, and I thought you were a knockout then.” He admired the short red skirt she was wearing with the white silk blouse that was similar to the one her sister had on earlier.

“I thought you might like these colors,” Laura said with a wink. “You look good too.” And he did, dressed in dark blue jeans tight enough to see everything, even the demarcation where his thigh met his groin. His dark blue T-shirt enhanced the coloring of his skin. “We look good together,” she continued.

“Good enough to eat?” he said with a wolfish grin on his face.

“Hmmm….I might be interested in a late night snack,” she answered back with a knowing grin.

“I like a woman with sass…and ass,” he said, pulling her out of her chair and swatting her bottom lightly. A slow dance was beginning to waft through the dance club. Starsky walked Laura to the edge of the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. She landed against his chest, bumping lightly. “You fit nicely in my arms.”

Ducking her head against his chest she murmured, “I fit nicely in other places too.”

Starsky grabbed her heart-shaped face by the chin and gently placed a kiss against her polished lips. “Mmmm. Nice.” Her opened mouth begged for more, so he obliged.

Swaying his hips against hers, he felt the heat building in his groin. “Wanna stay longer? Or do you wanna go someplace else?”

Unable to deny the same urges she could tell he was feeling, Laura replied, “I feel up to that late night snack now.”

“I feel up to it too.”

“I could tell,” Laura whispered in his ear; softly nibbling on the lobe.

Starsky moaned softly grabbing her mouth again with his. Releasing the soft, succulent lips he looked deeply into her dark eyes, his blue ones dark with anticipation. “I, uh, might have some ice cream and whipped cream back at my place.”

“Do you have chocolate syrup?” The laughter lit up her eyes and made them sparkle under the lights of the disco.

“If I don’t I know an all night store that sells it.”

Placing his hand firmly on her back, he led her to their table where they downed the rest of their drinks. Laura grabbed her pink sweater and her purse and let Starsky lead him to his car. “What about my car?”

“How about I follow you home to drop it off and then we can continue to my place?”

She readily agreed, though hating to be alone, even for the 10 minute drive. It was a rental car after all.

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Meanwhile, back in the cottage in Venice Place……

Sandi and Ken enjoyed their Indian cuisine. The restaurant had no chairs, only pillows for seating. The two untangled their limbs after finishing a light mousse for dessert and walked out to Ken’s car, stretching their backs on the way. Ken grunted a few times as he relieved the strain on his muscles.

“Is your back bothering you?” Sandi asked. “I could give you a massage.” Please, please she prayed.

Ken grabbed her arms and fitted his lower body against hers. He looked into her earnest blue eyes with his own bright blue ones. “I thought you wanted to take a walk?”

“If your back is bothering you….I don’t want you to feel sore on my account.”

“Why don’t we discuss this back at my place?” he asked Sandi quietly, his voice taking on a deeper edge. Lightly brushing his lips against her pale, unpolished ones.

He hugged her tightly once and draped his long arm over her smaller shoulders and led her to the passenger’s door, opening it like a gentleman.

The drive to Venice Beach and Canal Street took just under a half-hour. The two spent the time in companionable silence, listening to the local jazz station on the radio. Sandi closed her eyes dreamily as she felt the large warm hand resting on her thigh. “Penny for your thoughts?” broke her reverie.

Thanking God that the inside of the car was dark, so he couldn’t see her blush, Sandi replied, “Oh, just enjoying the music and the company. Thinking how lovely the evening is.”

“I hope it’s not over.”

“Me too.” They looked at each other briefly, before Ken turned back to face the road.

Once they arrived at the cottage, Ken again acted like the gentleman he was and opened the door for his date. Walking her past the canal, she noticed the swans swimming. “Oh they’re lovely. This place must be very relaxing.”

“It is. It takes me away from the dirt and toil of my job.”

“I’m sorry what do you do? I forgot to ask.”

“I’m a cop. A detective actually.” As he opened the front door, letting her proceed first.

“That’s funny, Laura went out on a date with a cop tonight too.”

Turning on the light just inside the door, Sandi got her first look at his open concept living arrangements. “Bed just inside the doorway, huh?” She grinned at him. “Makes it easy for you I guess.” She winked at his blush.

“Well, um, uh…I like it. Leaves more room for my plants.” The tall blonde was embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” Sandi walked over to her date and helped him remove his tan leather jacket. “I promised you a massage. Come here, let me help.”

Shrugging out of his jacket, his back turned to Sandi, Ken gave her the lead. She hung the jacket on the closet knob and turned to face him. “This is done better with no shirt on.” She said to his chest, not wanting to look up into his eyes. As she unbuttoned each tiny button slowly, he took laid his hands on the sides of her face on kissed her gently on her forehead. His large lips made their way down the side of her temple, to her high cheekbone, and then to her lips. The pressure of his lips got harder as he went lower down her face. Pressing his lips against her he maneuvered her mouth open and gently entered with the tip of his tongue.

Moaning softly at the intense tingling in her breasts, Sandi opened her mouth wider to admit the strong, heady tongue. Her hands slipped inside his opened shirt to feel the strong chest beneath her fingers. Lightly brushing his nipples, they bloomed to attention and Ken groaned deep in his throat. Pushing Sandi away, he asked if she wanted to move to the bed.

Her blue eyes sparkled and she cleared her throat. “Um, okay. Let’s finish getting this shirt off. Do you have any lubricant?”

Ken’s face whipped around to hers his mouth opened in an O. “Uh, lubricant?”

“For the massage.”

A deep blush appeared across his chest. “Oh yeah. In the bathroom.” Thank goodness she can’t read minds.

I know what he thought, and we’re not going there. Sandi thought to herself as she went to the bathroom to get the jelly.

“On your belly, Ken.” As Ken got onto his stomach, Sandi stepped up to the bed and straddled his buttocks, sitting gently and wriggling her groin into them. A slight moan came from the prone figure on the bed.

Rubbing her hands together to warm the oil, Sandi splayed her hands on the broad back and began to massage the muscles beneath. “Where do you need a massage the most?”

Ken grabbed her hand left hand with his, and wordlessly led it around his front, raising his pelvis to give her room

Abruptly Sandi jerked her hand back as she felt the evidence of his manhood on her hands, burning through his corduroys.

“Sandra?” He twisted around, looking at her apprehensive face, wrenching the muscles in his back more.

“Oh God, I’m sorry. I thought…I don’t usually….I mean we just met and I shouldn’t’ve led you on.” She stumbled over her words, embarrassed and feeling like she led Ken on.

“No, don’t be. I shouldn’t have assumed anything. I don’t mean to push you into anything you don’t feel is right,” he said as he winced slightly from the soreness.

Her blue eyes wide with both anticipation and tears, she pushed him back onto the bed. “Stop apologizing. I let things go on too far. Let me at least finish your massage.”

Ken acquiesced and found himself relaxing under the firm fingers and palms of the beautiful woman above him. He began to think of peaceful things to alleviate the swelling of his passion. Soon he drifted off, a soft snoring rising from the pillows, bringing a smile to Sandi’s face.

Sandi gently removed herself from Ken’s rear and brought over the throw she had seen on the couch to cover him. Then she quietly removed herself from his cottage, deciding to take that walk she wanted, to cool her flushing body down. After 1/2 hour she made her way back to the cottage and let herself in since she had no way home, and no where to be early in the morning. She crawled underneath the throw tucking her self against Ken’s broad, bronze chest face first.

What’s gotten into me? I’m acting like Laura. With a soft kiss to Ken’s breastbone, Sandi drifted off herself, thinking not of the wonderful man surrounding her, but of her sister and her date. Wonder what she’s up to?

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Arriving at Dave’s apartment, the two teasing and giggling the entire way, Laura and Dave jumped out of the big red car and raced each other to the top of the stairs. On the landing Dave grabbed her and stifled her laughing with a wet kiss, fumbling with the keys at the same time.

Once inside, the two removed their outerwear – throwing the jacket and sweater onto the nearby couch. Turning Laura around, he pushed her back into the door and raised his arms to block her escape. Leaning his head down, he again grasped her lips for a deep kiss, tongues fighting each other for dominance.

Lifting his head to catch his breath, he looked at the sexual flush on her face, both of their deep eyes dark with anticipation. “Where is that dessert you promised me?” Laura whispered in a husky voice.

Growling low, Dave picked Laura up beneath her knees and carried her into the bedroom, kissing her the entire way and dumping her on the bed with a soft bounce.

Pinning Laura to the bed, hand over wrists, Dave straddled her waist and leaned forward to grab her ear with his mouth. Tugging on the lobe, nipping at the cartilage, drilling a thin pointed tongue into the channel. Laura squirmed beneath him as the sensations ran down the length of her neck.

As if he was able to feel the tingling beneath her supple skin, Dave’s tongue left her ear and trailed downward following the pulse points to her collarbone. Keeping her right wrist pinned, Dave released the left and began unbuttoning the tiny silver buttons on her blouse. Sitting upright, he released the other wrist and pushed the blouse apart, revealing her white silk lace bra to his admiring gaze. “Beautiful,” he whispered, his dark eyes reflecting the whiteness of her blouse and bra.

Dave pressed himself lengthwise against Laura once again and took her mouth with his. Both their hands delved into each other’s abundant curls; fingers twisting and turning in the soft scrunchy hair. “I’ll be right back.” He whispered the promise into her mouth, hearing the cry of need when his lips left hers.

Hearing glass bottles clanging and water running in the background, Laura wondered what her lover was doing. She leaned up on her elbows, removing the blouse completely and tossing it to the side of the bed, where it slipped off quietly and landed with a gentle wisp on the floor.

The curly-haired detective arrived back in the room with a dessert-ladened tray in his hands and a damp towel in his mouth. Placing the tray on the nightstand, Laura glanced at it to see a bottle of Chablis with two wine glasses, a small jar of maraschino cherries, and a squeeze bottle of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup. Grinning wickedly at Dave’s lifting eyebrows, she scooted over to the edge to lead him, crawling on his knees on the bed, toward her. He crossed his arms to remove his shirt and Laura helped him by pushing upward, lightly brushing her nails across the patches of curls that grew on his muscular chest. Once Dave’s shirt was off, she placed both her hands steadfastly on his chest, and ran smooth patterns of circles up and down. Stopping occasionally to fondle and pinch two firm nipples, then dropping to the thin line of dark hair that disappeared beneath the tight jeans. Drawing her fingertips up and down that line, she drew her arms around his waist and delighted his strong back with her hands and fingers.

Mouth joined mouth again as Dave brought his hands up underneath the red skirt and thrust them into the silk pink panties to grasp her lush, round buttocks. Laura tried to reimburse the action by pushing her hands into the tight jeans to grab onto the fleshy ass she’d been dying to get her hands on since the first time she met the cop. Unfortunately, the jeans were too tight and she whimpered in his mouth, teeth clashing against each other.

Sensing her dismay, Dave lifted her arms and brought them forward to the front of his jeans, where she deftly unbuttoned the top snap and slowly drew down his zipper. Dave responded by undoing the button and zipper at the back of Laura’s skirt.

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Awakening to the feel of tiny tingles, Hutch opened his eyes to see blonde hair beneath his chin. Head clearing of sleep, he briefly remembered to whom the soft cushion belonged to. Looking at the clock and seeing the time of 5:30 am, Hutch decided to get up. He gently extracted his arm from around Sandi’s back and rolled out of bed.

Grabbing his orange robe and a fresh towel, he headed for the bathroom to take a shower – deciding to forego his daily run so that he could take Sandi home before going to work.

The sound of the pulsating water woke Sandi from a restless sleep. She could just hear Laurie now….You know why you didn’t sleep well, don’t you? How long has it been since you’ve had some good loving? How could you pass up that body? Her mocking voice rang in Sandi’s head.

As Sandi threw off the cover from her fully clad body, the water stopped. A few minutes later Ken emerged from the bathroom – orange robe over his body, white towel wrapped around his waist.

Through the opening of the robe Sandi could see droplets of water dripping from his slicked back hair onto his chest. Her eyes followed the trail down to his coppery-pink nipples. Gulping deeply, she turned away as a blush heated up her entire body. Chuckling to himself at her reaction, Hutch walked into the kitchen suggesting at the same time that she avail herself of the shower.

Readily agreeing to calm down her nerves, Sandi rushed into the bathroom, where she saw that Ken had placed a fluffy peach towel on the clothes bin just for her. Ten minutes later, she exited the shower apprehensively with just her blouse and panties on. The peach towel wrapped around her head to gather the dripping water.

The smell of fresh baked bread and freshly cut fruit, and the whistle of the teakettle told Sandi that Ken was in the kitchen. He laid out a plate of Italian bread, churned butter, and slices of melon, along with a cup of chamomile tea. Sitting quietly, all at once they both began to speak…..

“You first,” offered Ken.

“I want to apologize again for last night. I don’t want you to think I’m some sort of tease. The mood just got to me before I came to my, uh…”

“Senses?”

“No. But I don’t normally behave like that on a first date.”

“Okay. No problem. As long as that’s settled, how about I take you home soon?”

“Well, I was thinking…..” Sandi blushed.

“What about?”

“Our first date was over last night.” She dipped her head so he didn’t see her embarrassment.

Hutch didn’t say anything, but finished his coffee. Getting up from the chair, he walked into the bathroom and grabbed a brush and walked back into the kitchen. Standing next to Sandi, he took her hand in his large one and wordlessly and led her to the edge of the bed.

Kneeling down behind her, he unwrapped the towel and gently rubbed the excess water from her shoulder length hair. Taking his large hands he pulled the hair back every so gently and began to run the brush through it. As he passed over one ear and then the other, he blew gently into the each one.

Lifting the hair up from the nape of her neck his fingers lightly skimmed the base of her head as he brushed underneath. Settling the hair back down, he ran the tips of the bristles along her shoulders as he worked out any kinks in the ends of the hair.

Putting the brush down, his long fingers gently massaged the top of her skull and he pulled them through the blonde strands, settling them back down on her shoulders. Once more picking up the brush, he brushed gently through the strands with his right hand and followed through a nice settling pat with his left.

Sandi sighed deeply at the tender massage Ken was giving her head and hair.

Hearing the sigh, Ken’s large hands settled on her shoulders and gently rubbed them. Getting no adverse reaction, he slipped both hands into her blouse. Surprised to find no straps beneath the blouse, he hesitantly lowered his hands. Sandi reached up and grabbed his left hand and led it to settle fully on her breast.

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Previously at Starsky’s apartment…….

Dave lifted her arms and brought them forward to the front of his jeans, where she deftly unbuttoned the top snap and slowly drew down his zipper. Dave responded by undoing the button and zipper at the back of Laura’s skirt.

He slipped the skirt past her bottom and down her naked legs. Lost in the throes of passion, Laura barely recognized the sensation when Dave lifted each knee one at a time to remove the skirt, dropping it on the bed.

At the same time, she tugged on his jeans and briefs together to push them past the lush ass to his thighs. Kneading the beefy mounds in her long fingers, she pulled him to her torso. The feel of her silky panties against his manhood made his penis jump, and Laura quivered at the stimulation.

Settling back on his rear, Starsky pushed the jeans & briefs the rest of the way off, kicking his tennis shoes off to the floor. Moving toward Laura, he pushed her flat on her back, heels still on.

Mouthing her breasts through the bra, he found one of her nipples and began gently tugging on them, while splaying his fingers over the other clad breast. Leaving one nipple hard and throbbing, he then went to the other, using his other hand to allay the soreness in the one he just left. Massing that one for several minutes with his teeth, he moved down to the edge of her bra and lifted it off her breasts, tucking it over so they popped out heavy and peaking. Then Dave laved his attention on Laura’s nude, heaving breasts and worshipped them.

Without removing his mouth he reached up onto the nightstand for the chocolate syrup and dribbled a line down to her belly button, leaving a pool of chocolate, then pushing the lip down so the bottle didn’t drip on the bedspread. Moving his mouth downward he lapped at the chocolate, laving every piece of skin his lips and tongue came in contact with.

Laura’s deep brown eyes watched every move Dave made and as he maneuvered himself to her pelvis, he winked…..

Mouth forming into an O and sighing in anticipation, Laura settled her back deep into the bed as she watched the two of them in the mirror above the bed.

Dave settled his mouth on her panties and nibbled through them, trying to suckle in her liquid through the filmy silk. He kneaded her clitoris with his lips and used his tongue to dart in and out through the edge of her panty lines. Doing so, he gently rolled the panties off her hips and down her legs. He lifted her ankles gently so as not to rip the panties on her heels. As her legs became free, Laura spread them wide, knees falling open, to let her lover in completely, as he settled in to enjoy himself.  Taking a cherry from the bowl on the nightstand, he dipped it in the remaining chocolate on Laura’s belly and gently inserted it into the entryway of her vagina, and proceeded to suck it from her body.

“Oh my God!” Laura lifted her upper body from the bed at the ministration and shuddered her release in Dave’s welcoming mouth. He brushed his bristly chin against the side of her inner thigh, relishing in her womanly juices.

Using the damp towel to wipe his mouth, Dave was soon back at Laura’s mouth, both of them gasping for breath as they tongue wrestled some more to give Dave time to cool down and get a bearing on his sanity.

This time Laura took over and forced Dave onto his back. Pouring a glass of Chablis for both of them, they clinked glasses as Dave lifted up to drink a little of the now warmer wine. Grinning wickedly, Laura pushed Dave down flat, taking his glass from his hand. Dipping her finger in the amber colored liquid, she ran it over his heavy lips, as he drew the digit in and sucked the liquid off. Taking some liquid into her mouth, Laura bent down to give Starsky a taste and let some dribble down the sides of his mouth. Tongue flicking, she licked the wine off his cheek and from his ear.

Going for another drink, she then lowered herself to his chest, dribbling the sweet liquid between his breastbone. Using her mouth, she laved the wine from one nipple to the other. Sweetly drawing it into her mouth, she teased Dave’s nipples until they were hardened under her teeth. Releasing a moan that was half pain, half pleasure, Starsky grabbed onto her curls and twisted them between his fingers.

Thrilled by his response, Laura decided to dive further……

Laura painted some more of the Chablis on Starsky’s mouth with her fingers, while he tried to grab them with his tongue.

Going back to the task at hand, she dribbled more Chablis into a pool in his belly button and drank it down. Reaching down with her left hand she tickled his testicles; the sensation making Dave draw up his legs to his knees, which Laura gently pushed down. Imitating his earlier facial movement, Laura looked up at the passion-fused face and winked just before she knelt beside his groin and gently kissed the tip of his penis.

Pouring the rest of the Chablis from her glass onto her hands, Laura gently grasped the surging organ in both hands and rubbed up and down and beneath the tight sac to his scrotum. Tongue flicking out and deftly licking the head of his penis, then gently rubbing down the throbbing vein on the underside, Starsky bucked up into her mouth, forcing the head of his organ past her teeth.

Laura nibbled on the underside of the organ to slow down Starsky’s fast approaching orgasm so she could make her enjoyment last longer. Laura then licked the curly haired balls and nibbled softly so heighten the feeling as her left hand crept underneath his buttocks and tantalized the cleft.

Grasping the bottom of his shaft with her right hand, while she continued to play with his anus, Laura opened her mouth and took Dave deep within her. She deftly moved her right hand along with his pushing pelvis as he began to fuck her mouth.

Feeling himself nearing completion as his pre-cum dribbled out, Dave growled and with great stamina pushed Laura off him and rolled over onto her.

Positioning himself between her legs and pinning her arms down, Starsky reached up and massaged Laura’s breasts with his mouth before going back to her mouth and kissing her so deeply, Laura thought he touched her heart with his tongue.

Starsky positioned himself at the entryway of her womanhood. Teasing Laura’s pulsing vagina by pushing the head of his penis in and out slightly. She grabbed his hair and pulled, growling, “Stop teasing me damnit! Make love to me!”

Unable to withhold any longer, Starsky drove his pulsating organ deep within Laura’s vagina as she lifted her heel-clad legs to his waist and clasped the ankles together to bring him deeper. Reaching her body to join his thrusts, they pounded together, sweat pouring off their respective bodies.

Each reached their peak within seconds of the other, and slowly their breathing settled downward like a feather wafting in the dead air. Lifting his head from beside her neck, Dave kissed her neck and worked his way up to her mouth.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He brushed her damp curls from her forehead. “Thank You,” he repeated. They lay together for several minutes before Starsky suggested they wash up together.

********

Meanwhile, the next morning at Hutch’s canal side cottage, the seduction scene continued….

Lightly massaging Sandi’s left breast, Hutch waited to see what kind of reaction he would get from his date. The tiny rosebud nipple beneath his fingers gave him the reaction he was looking for. He positioned his right hand to the same place on her other breast. Twisting both nipples between his thumb and forefinger elicited a light groan from Sandi.

Dipping down to kiss her jaw, Sandi turned her face towards the light pressure and kissed him back. She reached up to grab onto his arms to hold his hands in place and let the pleasant sensations waft through her.

Hutch needed more and let Sandi know by opening her mouth with his lips and slipping his tongue between hers, tasting the tea and licking the excess of the succulent fruit off her teeth.

He pulled back and asked, “Sandra?” His eyes questioning how much further he should take this.

Sandi turned around and knelt her forehead into his bare torso. “Yes, I want it all,” she whispered.

He lifted her chin to look deeply into her eyes; the pupils darkened with passion told him the truth of her answer.

Sandi reached underneath Hutch’s orange robe and loosened the towel, letting it lay where it landed as she gazed upon his full organ, ready and weeping. She leaned into Hutch’s groin and pressed her cheek against the large weapon, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath her skin. Her fingers kneaded his taught, firm buttocks. “I love your ass,” she said, looking back up at him. “It’s so sexy.”

Hutch pulled her up by her arms. “Come here,” so she was more level with him. Being seven inches shorter, they didn’t match up perfectly, but Hutch knew how to adjust his height to make his partners more comfortable.

Their gazes never leaving each other, he undid the buttons on her shirt and let it lay flat as his hand again reached inside to fondle her breasts. Sandi splayed her tiny fingers on Hutch’s golden chest, running her hand against the smooth skin, getting the feel of the muscles beneath. She toyed with his nipples as he did the same for hers.

Eventually they each drew back and removed their respective outerwear, dropping them off the side of the bed.

Ken softly laid Sandi down beside him and the two continued to pet each other’s chests, torsos and arms. They drew together for a brief kiss, lips touching lightly.

Long arms reached down further to explore the pale skin lying beside him; long callused fingers soft to the touch as they brushed over her pubic region. Tiny shivers echoed down Sandi’s back. He played her thighs with his strong fingers like a guitar, whispers of touches sending shock waves down the entire length of her body.

Pushing down her white cotton panties, Sandi lifted her right hip so he had better access. Once free of all clothing, she pulled her left leg over his legs to give him an opening to her female privates.

Rubbing his hand along her inner thigh, Hutch grabbed Sandi’s left hand and led it to his enlarged penis. She rubbed her hand against it; getting the feel of his full manhood and letting her fingers and hand explore the uniqueness that was Ken Hutchinson.

With his left hand, Ken reached up and tangled his fingers through her damp hair, while Sandi used her right to continue to explore his chest and abdomen.

The two drew closer together to catch each other’s mouths as the passion built in their bodies.

Sandi drew away and pushed Ken down on his back kissing and suckling on his nipples, drawing them into her mouth and tugging on them with her teeth. Kissing her way downward, she left a love mark beside his navel, dipping her tongue inside to tantalize his groin.

Making her way down to his penis, she kissed the tip and lightly tongued the head drilling into the slit at the top. Then Sandi released his penis and lightly blew across the top of it causing Hutch to hiss out a breath.

She circled his manhood with her tongue on her way down to the juncture where his shaft met his groin. Rubbing her thumb against the pressure point just under the head, she reached under his sac and tickled his lightly bronzed dusted balls. Leaving the penis, Sandi nipped and suckled on the clean smelling sac, eventually working her way back up from the base of his shaft. Drawing in the head of his penis into her mouth, she suckled on it like it was a popsicle. Ken reached down and began to pet the back of her head.

He tried to hold onto his shifting hips, so as to not choke her, but he was struggling to maintain his control and his passion threatened to take over and do the driving.

“Oh yes,” he breathed. Finally his mind refocused and he reached down from her hair and ran his thumb over Sandi’s lips. “You’re gonna have to stop.”

She let go of his penis with a slight ‘pop,’ her lips swollen from the activity of loving him. Going back up to his face, she kissed him deeply.

His eyes twinkled as he looked at her. “My turn now.” And he gently lowered her to her back. Removing the pillow he was laying on, he tucked it under her buttocks for better access as he lowered himself to her pelvis.

Ken made love to her font of womanhood with his mouth and tongue. He gently inserted one finger, then two, and brought Sandi to the oracle of passion. As Sandi’s hips settled back down into the pillow, he continued to lave the juices from her.

Moving over Sandi on his hands and knees, Ken reached into the nightstand next to his bed and pulled out a packet of condoms. The two gently rolled it back over the pulsing organ, then he leaned Sandi back and slid smoothly into her.

Thrusting to an easy rhythm, Sandi realized she was too wet for Ken to get a good grasp on her inside muscles. She maneuvered her hands in between their bodies and pushed up against his chest. “Can we try it differently?” she shyly asked him.

“Another way?”

Instead of speaking with words, Sandi spoke with her body. She moved herself to the side and bent on her hands and knees, forehead resting against the pillow. Lifting her pale, full buttocks before him, she spread her legs. “Please,” she whimpered.

Ken positioned himself behind her, reaching underneath with his right hand to fondle her breast. He slowly slid himself into her waiting portal. Sandi moaned and shifted as his manhood rubbed against her G-spot.

Transferring his right hand to her hip, he slowly moved his hand down to gain access to her clitoris, giving Sandi dual internal and external stimulation. She reached back with her left hand underneath her and tickled his balls. The activity caused both to increase their thrusting, Ken’s balls bouncing off her lower buttocks.

Leaning over Sandi’s back, Hutch whispered to her, “Come for me Sandra. Come for me and take me with you.”

The two collapsed into the bed, Hutch rolling his heavy body off hers and gathering her into her arms. “Maybe I can call off sick today.” He smiled into her face.

********

“Maybe I should call off sick today,” grinned Starsky to his relaxed and sated bedmate the next morning.

“Sorry, but I have to go in. I’ve only worked there a few months, and can’t take the chance.” Laura was regretful, but had other ideas. “That doesn’t mean we can’t continue this tonight?” she said suggestively. “Besides, I want you to meet my sister.”

Starsky leered at her.  “Oh, think she wants to play too?”

Brown curls bounced as Laura laughed.  “No, she’s got her own guy.  But we could get together for dinner and then have desert separately, just the two of us.”

“Well, I’ll have to check with my partner.  He wanted to double-date tonight with his lady, but I’m sure we can do that another time.” Starsky reached over to rub her nude thigh. “I’d rather please you, it gets me better results.”  He grinned lopsidedly. “Why don’t I drop you off at your place on my way to work? I’ll go in a little early and surprise my Captain.”

“Sounds fine with me.  That’ll give me a chance to clean up before I go in.”

Since they showered the previous night, Starsky just changed his shirt, washed his face, and brushed his teeth – figuring he could stop to get some donuts on the way in.

Once back at her apartment, Laura looked for her sister, and where did you spend the night, little sister she thought evilly, not finding her in.  I’m so corrupting you.

Changing her top into a soft pink chenille sweater, Laura left her red skirt on, but slid a pair of stockings over her legs.  Re-doing her make-up, she tossed her handbag over her shoulder and buoyantly walked out of the apartment.  All her thoughts on hurrying the day up so she could get to that evening.

Just before 10, Laura’s intercom rang……

“Laura, it’s your sister on line 3.  She heard Joan, the company’s receptionist, tell her.

Snatching up the phone quickly, Laura excitedly spoke “Don’t make any plans for this evening.”

“Huh?  Why?”

“Since I got to meet your Ken last night, I want you to meet Dave tonight.  Can you get a hold of Ken and see if it’s a date?  Speaking of which – where were you last night little sister?  I came home this morning and you obviously spent the night somewhere else.”

Sandi’s flustered voice came through the receiver.  “Um, well, we um….I was at Ken’s….” She caught what her sister slipped out and gathered herself.  “Hey!  What do you mean you ‘came home this morning’?  Where did you spend the night big sister?”

Laura giggled over the phone.  “I can’t go into details here, but I’ll tell you about last night when I get home.”

********

“Ah Hutch, ‘bout time you showed up.”

Starsky took in his almost late partner’s appearance.  Soft blonde hair freshly washed, glowing crystalline eyes, tender smile, and relaxed demeanor. “Got it good last night didn’t ya?”

“You’re so crude Starsky.” But there was no displeasure in Hutch’s voice.

For his part, Starsky himself had an extra twinkle in his deep blue eyes and a jovial bounce in his gait. “I might say the same for you Gordo. Only an evening of deep pleasure would have you up and in early.” Hutch fingered some papers on Starsky’s desk. “And doing paperwork no less.”

“Yeah, well I had to drop Laura off so she could get to work, so I figured I’d come in early for once.  Wanna donut?”

Thinking of his own breakfast that morning, and what it precluded, brought a sappy look to Hutch’s face. “Uh, no, already ate. Besides, you know I don’t eat that carbo-sugar ladened crap.”

Starsky grinned wickedly at his partner’s look. “Well if it was anything like my desert last night….” Dark, bushy eyebrows wagged and the lopsided grin grew wider, the whiteness of his smile overshadowing the rest of his handsome face.

Hutch rolled his eyes, knowing he would soon be hearing the play-by-play of his partner’s previous evening.

Just as Starsky opened his mouth to begin regaling his best-friend of last night’s activities, their Captain came out of his office and handed them a folder of a robbery/attempted homicide that happened the previous evening and was being assigned to the duo.

“I guess I’ll have to hear about it later Starsk,” said a relieved Hutch.  At least I get a reprieve.

 After interviewing witnesses, checking on the victim and his wife, and putting the word out on the street, Starsky and Hutch made their way back to the precinct to try to match the M.O. of this crime with any others. Starsky humming and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel the entire way.

Sighing, Hutch figured he better get it over with now or there’d be no living with his partner. “Okay Starsk.  Tell me about this fantastic evening of yours.”

Quickly glancing over at his passenger, Starsky again smiled widely. “Thought you’d never ask.”

“I usually don’t – you just tell.”

“Ah Laura….Buddy, it was one of the best experiences of my sexual life.”

“That many times, huh?”

“What?” Blue eyes crinkled briefly in confusion. “Oh no.  Only came once.  Well, not counting our shower.  But she sure knew how to make it special and make it last.”

The two sat quietly for a few moments.

“Gotta love the sexual revolution Hutch.  Makes a woman appreciate the joy of making love and being experimental.”

“Yeah?”

“She did the most awesome things with champagne.” He continued to tell his partner certain details on how the addition of food helped fulfill his fantasies.  As he talked, the darker detective shifted in his seat, his groin tightening as he thought back on the amazing mouth work Laura performed the night before.

His passenger chuckled, realizing by his best-friend’s movements what was happening.

“Hey, you gonna share about your night?”

The blonde detective smiled broadly glancing at his best-friend before turning to look back out the front window.  “Nope buddy. That’s best left between me and my gal.  Suffice it to say that I was pleasantly surprised and it was an enjoyable experience.” He finished with a sideways glance to his companion.

“Well, I guess we both got it good then.” Starsky laughed and they finished their ride in silence, each thinking of the previous night and what this night would bring.

********

When Laura got home from work, as she ran to get changed, she breathlessly asked Sandi if she had gotten ahold of Ken.

“I left him a message, he was out. I told him to meet us at ‘John Q’s’ 7:00, just like you said.”

“So we’re going together, then?  Let me get ready and I’ll tell you all about last night, and then you share with me.” Laura leered at her sister, knowing of her modesty that this should be a good story.

Since Sandi was already dressed in a pair of tan slacks, and cream blouse, she sat down in the living room, prepared to listen to her sister’s graphic description of her evening of love.

From inside her bedroom, Laura went on and on about Dave’s use of the unusual and his penchant for kissing. “Boy can that guy kiss. And he loves doing it. He loves doing anything everything with his mouth. He sure surprised me.” She came out of the bedroom snapping her black jeans with a blush as bright as the red sweater she wore.

“Hmmm…I don’t think I wanna know how.”

“Well, I got my just desserts, that’s for sure. As did he.” Laura added with a wink as she went into the bathroom to clean her face and re-apply her make-up.

“Dessert?  Don’t tell me you used whipped cream?”

“Nope, just chocolate syrup, champagne, and cherries.”

“Cherries?! Never mind. I don’t wanna know.” Sandi’s blush was just as bright as her sister’s thinking about the use of cherries during sexual play.

Brushing the disarray of curls, Laura came from the bathroom and asked her sister how her evening went. “I thought you were too straight-laced to sleep with anyone on the first date.”

“I am.” The blonde sister paused. “But this morning was another day.” Embarrassed she looked down at her lap, wondering what her sister thought of her now.

“Hey Sandi! I’m not upset. As long as you’re happy, as long as you had a good time, and he treated you well – that’s most important.”

Sandi’s light blue eyes looked up at her sister’s darker ones. “Well, he sure did give me a good time. His hands are incredible, you know.” She touched her longish blonde hair unwittingly.  He brushed my hair after I showered and it was the most erotic thing; the way he did it. And the way he uses his hands to both calm and excite me – wow. It was unbelievable.”

Laura grinned at her sister’s stunned expression. “Well, here’s hoping it happens again tonight!”

********

The ladies were first at the restaurant, at which the reservation was under their name. Since Hutch didn’t know Sandi’s last name, he looked around for her, while waiting for his friend to check with the maitre’d for his date.

Hutch didn’t know that Starsky was under the impression they were meeting Laura’s sister and her date.  The message from Sandi he received at work just said that she wanted to have dinner with him and to meet him there.  Of course, Starsky’s message from Laura was the same, so the two thought perhaps they could all sit together and then go out afterwards to a movie or dancing.

Seeing his lady’s blonde hair and recognizing the woman she was sitting with as her sister, Hutch broke through the line away from Starsky to greet the two ladies.  Sandi stood to re-introduce the two.

“Ken you remember my sister – Laura?” Hutch graciously took her hand and held it up to his mouth for a gentle kiss. Laura lingered over the hand and as they pulled away she grinned knowingly; enough to make the blonde man blush.

“SISTER!  YOU’RE DATING LAURA’S SISTER!” came the surprised shout from behind Hutch. He turned abruptly to see Starsky standing there.

“Oh, uh Sandi. This is my partner, Dave Starsky.” Starsky leaned over and kissed his date on the cheek.

The foursome glanced between them and started laughing.

“I can’t believe this! We’re dating sisters Hutch!”  Starsky found it funny while the two sat down in the booth beside their date.

The evening, which Sandi worried would start out a little awkward, ended up being a delightful commentary as the foursome exchanged funny stories about their siblings and best-friends. Occasionally Hutch would see Laura glancing at his hands, and watch Sandi study Starsky’s mouth.

After the two women got up to excuse themselves to the restroom, Starsky leaned over to Hutch. “You seem a little pre-occupied at times. What’s up?”

“I was thinking Starsk.  You know how we talked about how last evening went?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Do you think they told each other too?”

Starsky blushed, took a deep gulp of his beer and remarked. “Well, I guess we’ll tonight we’ll have to make new experiences and learn to keep them to ourselves.” They clinked their glasses together and chuckled, knowing the women were probably discussing the same thing in the restroom.

Ah, women, what wonderful creatures! the duo thought to themselves as they anticipated another evening of enjoyable loving.