Dean's apartment was a spacious, beautifully furnished two bedroom affair that featured a wet bar and overlooked a pool. Laurel stood on the balcony looking down at the blue, lighted water, waiting for the drink Dean was mixing for them.
"I've gotta be strong!" Laurel whispered to herself. "I have to show him I actually like him a lot, but that last night was strictly a fluke!"
Pushing the resolve off her face and putting a charming smile on instead, Laurel turned to face Dean as he came back out on the terrace with her. She accepted the offered drink and sipped it.
"Mmmmm, good!" she complimented him.
"Mmmmm, you're good too, baby!" he growled, trying to put his arms around the stunning redhead's shoulders.
"Uh, uh! No way!" Laurel told him firmly, slipping out of his grasp. "I know what you're thinking!"
Laurel held up her glass in front of him. "Last night was a combination of too much of this," she waggled the drink and the ice cubes clicked, "and my natural attraction for you, and the fact I wanted to be 'one of the guys' – to help your squad crack a big case. But I'm really not that kind of girl! I'm really not!"
Dean grinned as if he liked her act but wasn't buying it. He stepped closer to her again.
"No!" Laurel barked, getting really angry and panicky. "If you don't promise to cool it, you can watch our little epic by yourself! I'll leave right now! I will!"
"Okay, okay, let's watch the Goddamned flick!" Dean said grouchily, realizing the girl was serious.
They went inside, Dean keeping his distance. He thought better of the cool approach as he shut the sliding door and curtains behind them.
"Hey, okay," he grinned at the pouting girl. "I'll be a good boy, all right? I promise, I won't try to lay you again – tonight, that is!"
Laurel grinned back and giggled. "Okay, it's a deal! I don't want you to stop trying… just to take it easy. Deal?"
"Deal!" The good-looking cop smiled, snapping off the lights and crossing to the already set up projector.
"I got a guy Lucenta knows to develop this," Dean said as he sat down next to Laurel on the couch, obviously proud of his craftiness. "He never heard of me, and he sure as hell doesn't know who you are. Lucenta told him it was an undeveloped hot loop we confiscated in a raid that he was gonna keep for his own collection at home!"
"Smart," Laurel said absently, her whole body tensing as she concentrated on the film flickering on the screen. She and Dean weren't on the white surface yet – nothing was.
Suddenly, images appeared, and Laurel gasped as she saw herself nude and huddled on the bed, Dean's naked body sprawled face down between her legs, his tongue gliding into her shiny cunt-lips. Tremors of remembrance shook through Laurel's cunt as she sat on the couch. She recalled the sweetness of his tongue inside her, the firmness of the cock she knew was about to enter her on the screen, the hot fullness of her nipples as the man sitting next to her head fucked her senseless!
The aroused redhead bit her lips to keep from sighing as Dean slipped his cock deep into her yearning gash on film. Her cunt was dripping with the same warm, slippery juice right now, and she felt her tits pressing against her suddenly constrictive bra beneath the strapless summer dress she wore.
"I… I'm almost sorry I made you promise!" Laurel tried to laugh, to loosen the sexual tension she sensed building in the man next to her. She felt it was at least as strong as hers.
"Baby, I'm sorry too!" Dean said in a choked voice.
The young cop reached out and took Laurel's hand. She thought it was a touchingly old-fashioned gesture, until Dean dropped it in his lap and she felt the swollen hard-on beneath his pants.
"You sneak!" Laurel snapped at him in mock anger, leaving the hand where it was and closing her fingers around the steel-like dick as best she could.
Dean laughed and put his arm around the redhead's shoulders. His hand dropped casually onto her half-exposed left tit.
"You promised!" Laurel said, trying desperately to stick to her guns.
"I know!" Dean cut her off with a chuckle. "No fucking except on the screen, but a little cock squeezing and tiny feeling isn't fucking, is it?"
Laurel turned to face him. Her lips parted, wanting his upon them, kissing and licking them.
"No… no, I guess it isn't," the turned-on redhead said in a breathless, almost inaudible whisper.
"Oh, baby!" Dean sighed, pulling Laurel to his chest and kissing her just the way she wanted to be kissed – hard and tonguingly.
"Ummmmm!" Laurel cooed, her mouth opening to admit her lover's hot, almost liquid tongue. The sensual redhead's heart pounded like a trip hammer as the lively snake in her mouth crossed and re-crossed her slippery tongue, and she felt Dean's cock jump with excitement in her hand. Laurel jammed her cushiony, pointy-nippled tits into the cop's hard muscles, rubbing the sensitive tips against her soft bra cups.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmm!" the hot-cunted girl moaned as her breasts jerked in unison and her pussy gushed out another load of steamy lubricant.
Laurel usually closed her eyes when she kissed a man, but this time they came wide open. She saw herself being fucked and fucked and fucked by Dean's big cock on the silver screen, as she pressed against him now, and it fed the fires raging through her cunt to new heights of passion. She wished momentarily that the film had sound, but then she realized that every pant, every gasp of pleasure she and Dean had uttered was indelibly etched in her mind. She could hear every little squeal of delight she had given, and it was making her pussy scream for a replay… a live, hard, throbbing replay right now!
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Laurel groaned in agony, her entire being aching for the feel of the huge prick she was stroking in her hand, needing to feel it pounding deep into her love-starved cunt!
"Baby! Baby I want it!" Laurel tore her lips from Dean's mouth and croaked. "B-But I really don't want to… to break my promise to myself!"
Dean looked at the tortured girl for a moment, his eyes crazy with desire. "Okay! Okay, we won't fuck!" he said quickly. "But there are other ways, great ways to cum without fucking!"
Laurel thought she knew what he meant and nodded her agreement. "Yes, darling, yes! I'll do it for you!" the super-heated redhead murmured, unzipping Dean's slacks and fishing for his hard cock.
"Yeah! Oh, yeah, honey, do it!" Dean said hungrily, fumbling with Laurel's dress and bra.
The girl's firm, spectacular tits tumbled free, just as Dean's cock sprang into view. The cop pawed at the solid, pulsing nipples and lay back on the couch, a smile of indescribable pleasure on his handsome face.
"Do me good, honey!" he murmured again, kneading the panting twenty-year-old's hot, smooth jugs. "I bet you're sen-fucking-sational!"
Laurel smiled, her breasts ablaze with sensual delight, and gripped Dean's erect, pumping prick in her smallish fist. The meaty shaft was so big that Laurel could put both hands around it – like a kid working up to a ball bat for the first time up at the plate – and the shiny, reddish knob still protruded over her clenched top fist. She began to jerk her hands up and down, the loose skin around the steely staff gliding hotly in her grip.
"Ohhhhh! Oh yeah, baby!" Dean moaned his approval. "Beat that thing! Beat me off while you lick it!"
A cold tremor of fear shot through the redhead. "Y-You want me to… lick it?" Laurel gasped.
"Oh, shit, yes!" Dean sighed, still not realizing he was with a girl who had never touched a cock with her mouth before. "I want you to lick it, suck it, chew on that fucker a little – just eat the hell out of me before I blow my nuts right down that pretty little mouth of yours!"