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Franky had long since extinguished the burning flame she once held for the former Governor of Wentworth. Erica Davidson, probably Pearson by this point, had all but consumed the former inmate at one point in time. She was like a mouse for Franky to batt around and tease. There was no question to anyone near them that didn’t feel the chemistry thick in the air around the two. Erica saw Franky for what she was really worth, and Franky would protect her to the ends of the earth. Then she was just gone. Vanished without a trace. Phone calls and letters unanswered. Franky fell back into despair.
Until she found her.
It wasn’t surprising to Bridget when Franky told her that the two had shared...something. She herself couldn’t even bring herself to be angry knowing that she has also broken many rules when it came to the brunette spitfire. It was all worth it in the long run. Franky was exonerated and awarded heavily from the Board of Directors. She had survived. She and Bridget were living comfortably in a beautiful beachside home in St Kilda. They were living their happily ever after far away from Wentworth Correctional Facility.
The couple had just finished their first glass of celebratory champagne. Not only had Franky finally graduated from Uni, she had also passed her boards and was now a permanent member of the Legal Relief team. Sure, she could have accepted much higher salary at one of the many firms that had approached her after she fought her way to freedom, but Imogen had never doubted her innocence, and Franky was always loyal to family.
Bridget couldn’t seem to stop her hands from wandering around the trim waist of her partner. Franky looked gorgeous in her black fitted suit with leather trim along the lapel of her blazer. The tall brunette’s grin spread quickly across her face as she felt Bridget’s hands on her.
“Another?” Franky questioned raising her nearly empty glass to her wife. The thin ring shone brightly on her ring finger as if it had been there for years. She had always adorned her fingers with many different rings, but she had shed them long ago in favor of the simple wedding ring. It was all she needed now.
Bridget passed Franky her empty glass allowing her to make her way towards the bar for a refill. She wrinkled her nose before delivering one last squeeze of Franky’s bum. Bridget was definitely feeling flirtatious after seeing her walk across the stage to accept her degree. She was equal parts proud as she was turned on.
Franky carefully took her time to find an open space at the luxurious bar, setting the empty glasses down.
“Franky Doyle?” The soft docile tone hit her chest wiping any buzz she had been experiencing away. She turned around to see the hauntingly beautiful face she had dreamed of so many nights long ago.
The air was silent between them for a while.
“Erica.” Franky finally managed to breathe out. “Hey.” Those once perfectly coiffed blonde curls had been replaced by much softer, more natural waves cut just above her shoulders. Erica was dressed sleekly; her legs were on display in a short black dress that caressed her thin form exquisitely.
The two stood in silence, unsure of how to proceed in the current circumstances. Both had no doubt imagined this moment countless times in the late hours of the night when sleep evaded them. With last encounter all those years ago was playing over in her mind, Erica couldn’t help her heart from racing. Everything about Franky had softened. Her short, angular hair now reached midway down her back in raven colored waves. Even her face seemed lighter, happy even.
“One of my firms interns was in your class, Violet Evans?” The blonde lawyer finally managed to speak.
“Oh!” Franky’s brain snapped back to reality when hearing the name. The two had just been in the same row at graduation. She thought she could remember seeing her in a couple lectures. Did that mean that Erica had seen her graduate?
“You were at the ceremony?” Franky was finally able to speak coherently. Erica nodded revealing a soft smile.
“Are you looking for a firm? My father-” Erica had immediately sprang into action without a second thought.
“Imogen Festler at Legal Relief has already claimed me, but thank you,”
“It’s good to see you,” Erica said coyly.
“Franky? Did you get lost?” Bridget approached with that cheeky smile. It only faltered slightly when she came face to face with her.
“Bridget this is Erica.” Franky knew that she need not provide any further introduction.
“It’s nice to meet you.” The psychologist nodded softly.
“Erica, this is my wife, Bridget,” the two blondes shook hands.
“Wife? Wow, Franky Doyle. You have changed,” Erica smiled softly. The Franky Doyle she remembered would have laughed at the idea of marriage. She remembered the look of hurt when Franky had seen the engagement ring posted on her thin finger. Now here she was a mere five years later settled into domestic bliss.
“I believe the term is reformed citizen, Ms. Davidson,” Franky winked causing Erica’s face to flush instantly. Bridget sipped her champagne as she watched the two women’s years of separation melt away. Franky was right, they did have some frantic energy between them. Bridget could practically smell the pheromones permeating the air.
“Say, the party is winding down, why don’t we head back to our place for a night cap?” Bridget noted the dwindling crowd around them. Franky and Erica had been enraptured in conversation, and didn’t even notice. “We’ve got another bottle of champagne at home.”
“For the graduate, I suppose.” Erica accepted.
“This place is beautiful,” Erica commented, sipping her bubbly from her place at the kitchen island. The home was cozy, everything Franky Doyle was not… at least until that point in time. Both blondes were seated side by side in what Franky was positive was the most twisted dream.
“It should be, I had to spend a year behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit to afford this place.” Franky was busying herself with finding snacks in the pantry. She needed a distraction from the sight in front of her.
“Are you married Erica?” Gidge, no! Franky could have shot daggers with her eyes from across the kitchen. Bridget shrugged, taking another sip from her glass. Oh, what did that little scheming minx have going on in that mind?
“I was, yes.” Erica didn’t mind the question. She’d had plenty of time to heal from her failed marriage. She was happier alone than she ever was with Mark. Franky turned and leaned back with her arms crossed against the countertop. Her hips jutted forward subtly, Bridget noticed. The dance between them was intoxicating. Bridget was starting to understand.
“So you did marry him.”
“I did. It lasted all of a year before I couldn’t do it anymore.” Erica’s eyes glanced down. You were right about me, Franky Doyle.
“Because you’re a raging lesbian,” she said bluntly.
“Franky!” It was Bridget’s turn to scold her wife. “I apologize for my wife’s lack of a filter. I would like to blame it on the alcohol, but something tells me it has little to do with that.”
“No, she’s right,” Erica laughed shaking her head at the former inmate. She was all too familiar with Franky’s lack of filter. Her truthfulness had given Erica the wake up call she needed.
“I knew it!” Franky’s hand shot upward excitedly. “I knew you had it in ya! Are you bumping uglies with any hot little things?”
“Not at the moment.”
“I’ve got to pee, but I want to hear all about this. Do NOT say another word without me.” Franky bounced down the hallway towards the bathroom. Bridget chuckled softly watching her wife.
“I’ve always hoped for an opportunity to meet you,” the petite blonde confessed causing her guest’s eyebrows to crease, confused. “To thank you for helping her.”
“She did all the work,” she shook her head. “I just signed the forms.”
“You pushed her though. Made her use that brain for good.” Bridget’s hand patted hers, resting over it delicately. “So thank you. Who knows if we’d even be here today without you.”
“It’s clear that we both want to see her succeed.”
“She certainly has a type, doesn’t she?” Bridget teased noticing the similarities between them. Erica may have been much taller than her, but their blonde hair and light eyes couldn’t be denied.
“Smokin’ hot blondes?” Franky responded as she re-entered the room.
“How about authority figures?” Bridget cocked an eyebrow at her wife. She noticed Erica’s mild discomfort, so she leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Don’t worry, she nearly took me in the shelves of the library,” she confessed.
“Hey! Prison is a boring place. A girl’s got to have some fantasies, doesn’t she?”
“Speaking of fantasies…You should tell Erica what happened with Channing the last time you saw him.” What on EARTH was she up to? Franky went on to share her flirty manipulation of the prison’s crooked general manager. Can you imagine us together? What I’d do to her? What she’d do to me?
“You did not!” Erica scoffed as she finished off her glass, setting it on the counter in front of her.
“Are you surprised?” Bridget teased.
“Oh, c’mon like he didn’t think about it!” Franky howled with laughter as did the blondes on the other side of the island. She could feel the looseness of her limbs as her tension melted away. She could get used to this, Erica and Bridget together.
“Fuck, I know I did.”
“Franky…” Erica blushed, and looked down to find Bridget’s hand on her thigh.
“Me too.” Bridget added.
It shouldn’t have felt so good for as incredibly wrong as it was. Bridget did her best to reassure both of them that she was supportive… Supportive, she was downright aroused at the thought of watching them together. Their chemistry had been as intoxicating as the champagne. She first started by caressing the delicate exposed skin of Erica’s shoulder. The petite blonde rubbed the tension from her muscles, letting her nimble fingers unzip the length of Erica’s dress, it fell gracefully onto the plush white rug beneath them. Franky took care to hang the expensive garment on a hanger, then she allowed her eyes to feast over the display of supple skin and blonde tresses. She reminded herself to breathe as she watched her wife’s lips come into contact with the golden skin of Erica’s long neck. They were stunning the way they moved together. Bridget pulled Erica’s body to lay back against her on their bed’s headboard.
“Come here, Baby.” Bridget beckoned with an open hand while she laid kisses on warm shoulders. Her wandering hands proceeded to explore the delectable body on top of her. She cupped over the exquisite lace covering Erica’s full breasts.
Franky’s eyes burned as she watched the two women kiss gently in a battle of tongues. Bridget’s hands expertly unhooked the delicate lace bra, letting it fall off the side of the bed. Erica then returned the favor, the two exploring each other’s flesh. There was no possible way that this was real.
“Are you just going to stand there and watch?” Bridget teased the frozen woman. Erica released a shaky breath as the other blonde’s palms caressed her hardening nipples. Bridget understood what had drawn Franky to her. She melted like putty in her hands. The brunette’s hands began to unbutton her suit for her audience of hungry blue eyes. Finally she had stripped herself of every stitch of clothing until all that was left were tattoos and olive skin. Bridget watched from over Erica’s shoulder while the woman memorized her wife’s chiseled form. She could feel the way the tall woman’s hips tilted upwards as if she was presenting herself for her. Franky licked her lips and climbed up to them from the foot of the bed.
“She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” Bridget asked. Unable to speak, the lawyer nodded in agreement. Franky sat back on her haunches, unsure of how to proceed. It was her wife who pulled her down to kiss the woman sitting between them. The two took several minutes to explore each other, and the fire was still there after all these years. Bridget was so close to the flame she should have been getting burned. They took their time learning the taste of one another until they were breathless. When they parted, Franky’s swollen mouth sought out the lips of her wife, taking her hungrily. Franky’s hips had started a slow grind to the golden girls underneath her. Both of them cooed and their eyes fluttered at the sweet grinding pressure. Franky’s smile spread devilishly over her face as she released a throaty laugh.
Bridget drank her in, tasting the fruity tones from the champagne that had been drinking all evening. The psychologist nibbled on her bottom lip making Franky moan against her lips. Bridget guided her wife’s lips towards Erica’s smooth chest, granting her permission to explore the body in front of her.
She began at her neck, layering heated kisses along her collar bone before taking one of her pebble-hard nipplies between her lips. Erica moaned and her eyes fluttered closed. She felt alive with the rhythmic caresses of hands and lips over her body. The brunette repeated the process to the other side suckling softly. She took the heaving breast into her hand cupping it firmly as her thumb circled over the blush pink areola causing a her nipple to peak. Franky couldn’t stop her hands from roaming her open thighs. How had they gotten there in the first place? Bridget. She had coaxed them down without a word, urging her wife to continue their ministrations. Erica’s hips had begun a slow movement of their own. She could feel Bridget’s heated core against her back. From behind them, Bridget was able to see Erica’s light blue eyes taking in every part of the woman in front of her. She was completely enamored in the athletic build of the former inmate. She was even more beautiful than Erica had pictured in her dreams. Bridget smiled, she could remember the first time she had seen the green eyed vixen in all her naked glory. It had taken her all of five minutes before Bridget had resorted to begging. Erica must have felt the same way after many years of pining for her.
She whimpered breathily, and the couple knew it was time to take pity on the poor girl before she spontaneously combusted in front of them. Franky settled on her stomach between Erica’s open thighs, her thumbs hitched in the lacy fabric before looking up for silent confirmation from her amazingly gorgeous wife. Jade connected with aquamarine. Franky almost gasped at the fire she saw behind the icy blue. Fuck, she wants this too. You are a dirty bird, Bridget Westfall.
Erica’s hips lifted in an attempt to speed up the process, in a silent plea. Franky obliged
and stripped the flimsy material off and tossed if over her shoulder. She leaned down until her face was even with Erica’s glistening sex. Without another minute to lose, she leaned down and delivered a soft kiss over her mound before moving lower to part the slick folds with her tongue. She ran the up the length of her slit, dying to finally taste the woman against her tongue.
Judging by the noises escaping her lips, Erica had never been properly fucked in her whole life. Bridget swore she could see the woman’s defenses breaking down right in front of her while her wife’s lips manipulating her sex. On cue, she spread her legs even wider, inviting Franky further in. Bridget took a chance on her next move.
“Does that feel good?” She purred against the blonde waves. Erica gasped as her lips surged forward towards the talent mouth. “Well?”
“Yes!” She hissed finally.
“Then you should tell her how good it feels,” she instructed. Franky had an affinity for dirty talk, a fact Bridget had exploited to her advantage every time she could. She could see the twinge of a wicked little smile on Franky’s lips as she devoured the woman before her. I know what you’re doing, Gidge. Bridget’s hands teased over the woman’s breasts again cupping them firmly.
“Fuck! Franky... that’s perfect.” Erica cooed the words and Franky felt her stomach drop at the sheer carnal instinct taking over her body. Franky moaned, pulling the woman’s hips down further on her mouth, increasing the pressure of her tongue. It would only be a matter of moments before Franky sent her soaring, but Bridget had other plans for them. She pulled her back by the long raven locks at the base of her neck. Erica and Franky both groaned at the loss of contact. Bridget could see the evidence of Erica’s arousal coating Franky’s lips and chin. Her emerald eyes were on fire.
“Do you want to fuck her?” Bridget looked down at her wife. Franky nodded watching Erica writhe in her wife’s arms. The leggy blonde lawyer was desperate.
“Please, Franky.” she begged. In record time, Franky tore towards their dresser drawer and strapped into her favorite harness and selected a moderately sized dildo. Bridget continued to watch on, Erica’s legs spread open for the taking. Franky returned to the bed, standing in front of the two women. Franky used her tongue to wet her fingers before bringing it down and stroking the toy against Erica’s now pulsing core. “Please…” She keened gripping at Bridget’s thighs with her beautifully manicured nails. Franky lined up and expertly began the slow thrusts of her hips, Erica became wetter with each delightful push forward inside of her.
Bridget didn’t get an opportunity to admire her lover’s skills since she was normally incoherent with lust by that point. This though… this was new. Watching Franky’s muscular arms hold her up as she used her taut abdomen to fuck the woman beneath her thoroughly. The muscles of her back rippled while Bridget watched the curve of her perfect ass. Erica was falling under the wave of pleasure much quicker than either of them expected her to.
“Erica,” Franky stated firmly. She had halted the motion of her hips. Franky had pulled the strap on all the way out, letting it rest over the woman’s dripping sex. Woken by the abrupt stop, Erica’s blue eyes blinked back open to meet Franky’s prideful smile. “Stay with me a little longer.” The dazed woman nodded at the instruction. Franky pulled her down roughly further down on the bed, wrapping Erica’s legs around her waist. She brought Erica’s hands up to rest in Bridget’s lap, giving her something to grasp onto. The small delicate hands from above were back over her arms and breasts.
“Fuck me,” She begged bravely without an ounce of shame. Franky listened by thrusting to the hilt, watching the woman beneath her dissolve further and further into impending orgasm. Her moans and gasps come out of her open mouth without a filter. Bridget slid her hand lower to the woman’s neglected clitoris. Franky’s grin overtook her as she watched her wife bringing Erica to the point of no return with the subtle touch of her fingers. Franky was determined to feel her orgasm, so smoothly she replaced the toy with three curled fingers inside her wet sex. In moments she was shuddering on Bridget’s fingers and Franky’s hand to a wet orgasm that coated the talented palm. She fell back onto the bed in a boneless heap. The couple’s eyes met as they watched their guest coming down from her high. Without a second of hesitation, Franky pulled Bridget into her lap and filled her full with two fingers. Erica watched from beside as their bodies worked together in wordless harmony breasts pressed against one another. Bridget’s arms were wrapped around her tightly.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.” Franky moaned into her mouth. Bridget moaned back with her head tossed backwards. Franky helped as her wife rocked herself closer and closer to climax. Erica couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the total beauty at the exchange. She was entrawled y the scene. The couple were breathtaking as they moved together. “Did that turn you on?” Bridget nodded through another moan. The act hadn’t turned Bridget on, it has set her on fucking fire. It only took three more long strokes of her hand before Bridget rode her fingers to a shuddering climax.
Franky lay her back to join the other blonde. They laid side by side both still recovering from powerful orgasms at the skilled hands of the brunette sitting near them. Breathing out, Franky slid the harness down her legs and deposited it with the rest of her clothing on the floor. Her beautiful flesh was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She collapsed on her back processing what had just happened before golden blonde heads were laying against her chest on both of her sides. The two beauties were layering kiss after kiss on the heated skin. Occasionally they would come up for breath and become distracted with kissing each other on the lips. Franky could have watched the sight forever if it wasn’t for the intrusive throbbing between her legs, she squirmed beneath them.
“Gidge, please, I’m going to die.” Franky wasn’t exaggerating in her remark, or at least she didn’t think so by the way her body shook. Bridget smiled devilishly down to her blonde friend. Erica glanced up from where she was delivering wet kisses to Franky’s abdomen.
“Erica?” Bridget asked glancing down to Franky’s aching core.
“Please?” Her eyes darted back and forth waiting for permission Bridget guided her downwards to slide down her between long legs. This side of Bridget, her commanding confidence… It was making it very difficult for Franky to keep her orgasm at bay. At first, Erica used her fingers to stroke up and down over the woman’s slit.
“You can use your tongue, she likes it.” Bridget directed causing Franky’s core to pulse with arousal. Before she had a second to prepare herself, she was overtaken by the sweetness of it all. The heat of Erica’s mouth was hypnotizing. Her hands clenched into fists around the sheets under them. Franky’s torso surged upwards, the tell-tale sign that she was close. Bridget took the opportunity to slip behind her, propping her up to be able to see her fantasy coming true. Fuckall if it wasn’t completely short circuting her brain. She couldn’t think, couldn’t even speak. Her mouth hung open with a healthy stream of throaty moans as she panted.
Suddenly Erica’s electric eyes flashed up over the length of her body before finding the hungry jade ones. She took Franky’s clit in between her pillowy lips. Franky cried out as she began to shake. She was teetering on the edge, her head thrown backwards on Bridget’s chest. Bridget was unable to resist her swollen mouth and longer, the blonde kissed her deeply. Franky’s slender fingers clutched Erica’s hair to keep her right where she needed her for just a moment longer. She came with a howl into her wife’s mouth as she rocked down onto Erica’s eager mouth to extend her pleasure for just a moment longer.
The trip finally collapsed into a spent pile, the only sound in the room was their panting breath. It was Bridget who floated back before the rest, her protective instinct kicking in. She located sleepwear from their dresser for them. She grabbed an additional shirt and shorts from Franky’s supply for their nude friend. Erica was definitely much to tall for any of the petite blonde’s wears. Franky watched on as her amazingly perfect wife dressed the guest with care. Where did she come from? And how the fuck did she find her? The blonde must have felt the gaze, when she looked up her eyes connected with the heavy-lidded jade eyes. A lopsided grin was plastered on Franky’s face. Bridget laughed as she began to dress Franky in the same process.
“You look like the cat who ate the canary.” Franky tilted her hips off the bed to allow Bridget to slide on her boxers.
“Canaries.” Franky corrected her. She shook her head, finally coming back down to the real world. The leggy blonde curled beside them was unusually quiet, so she sat up to check in.
A warm glow had settled over the woman’s face and her lips turned up in a content grin. Franky giggled softly, brushing the blonde locks away from her neck, she placed a kiss at the crook of her neck.
“You okay?” Franky asked into the warm skin. Was she serious? Okay?
“Okay?” Erica turned to her incredulously. The brunette laughed again.
“I think she’s better than okay, love,” Bridget interpreted as she smoothed out the woman’s hair. She’d looked the same way after Franky Doyle had made love to her for the first time. The paralyzed blonde laying beside them nodded enthusiastically melting into the soft stroking of her hair. “She looks positively cum-drunk,” Bridget smiled as the woman beneath them laughed freely. It had been even better than any dream she’d had. Having never been decently fucked in her life, Erica lay in a haze cocooned in the warmth of Franky’s right arm. Bridget had settled in on the left, kissing the tattoo over her breast before laying down to rest. Franky kissed both girls deeply before finally resting her head against the waiting pillow.
“Best graduation present ever.” Franky muttered before joining the blonde beauties in their slumber.