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"Jane?" Maura stepped into Jane's apartment, juggling several bags of food and snacks. Stumbling as she kicked her heels off, she called out to Jane again. "I'm here, Jane."

Still, she did not receive a response. She scanned the room, hurriedly placed the bags on the counter and walked cautiously down the hall, in search of Jane. When she reached Jane's bedroom, she leisurely pushed in the already half open door.

Her movements came to complete halt, when her eyes met Jane lying on top of the covers in a loose tank, pulled above her breasts, and a pair of sweatpants, pushed down a few inches beneath her hipbones. Jane's right hand was roughly kneading one of her breasts while her left hand was rigorously rubbing between her legs. Jane's ass cheeks were slightly exposed—pressed up out of her low sweatpants. A faint sheen of sweat covered Jane's stomach, as Jane worked herself toward an orgasm.

Maura stood frozen in the doorway, watching in awe, as Jane's entire body undulated against the movements of her hands. Heavy puffs were rushing from Jane's mouth and her movements seemed to be getting less controlled. Ripple after ripple of arousal washed through her. She was caught between pinching herself to make sure she was awake and reaching up her dress and mimicking Jane's motions. Mesmerized, Maura had forgotten to be discrete and whimpered, pulling Jane from her trance.

"Oh my god! Maura!" Jane's immediately removed her hand from between her legs and tugged her shirt down to cover her breasts. She grabbed a pillow from behind her head and covered herself frantically.

Still lost in a haze of lust, Maura stepped toward the bed and attempted to stop Jane without sounding as desperate as she felt. "Please don't stop." Now in an upright sitting position, Jane jerked her head up and stared at Maura incredulously. "What?"

"I don't want you to stop."

"What?!" Her razor sharp glare weakened, just slightly, as noticed the flush that had occupied the exposed skin of Maura's chest and neck; the blatant signs of arousal on Maura's face shot directly to her core. "Maura…I don't think that's a good…"

"Please." To Maura's surprise, Jane lifted an eyebrow, as if considering the request. Maura's boldness and command were so, so sexy, and Jane's couldn't control her thoughts. Maura realized she was about to sound needy, but did not care. "Please. Tell me what I have to do to get you to continue."

"Whaaaa?" Taking another step forward, Maura looked at Jane with complete confidence.

"Please." Jane remained quiet for a few seconds, her thoughts completely blurred by the scenario. When she finally focused, her nod was immediate and hearty. "Okay."

She swallowed heavily one last time and dug deep to gather all of her courage. Scanning her eyes over Maura, she knew exactly what she wanted. "Take off your dress."

As Maura processed the words, a knavish smirk teased the corners of her mouth. She then spun around without hesitation—drawing out her movements for Jane's viewing pleasure. Dexterously, she caught the zipper tag between her thumb and index finger and slid the zipper down to the base, glancing at Jane over her shoulder. Even in her periphery, she could fully recognize Jane's body language. If she weren't in the middle of the bed, Jane would be on the edge of her seat.

Maura pulled the straps down-the dress gathering at her hips. The prospect of Jane continuing made it difficult for Maura to keep calm and maintain sexy, fluid movements, but she managed to control herself. She turned back around to face Jane, pushing the dress past her hips almost immediately. As she kicked the dress aside, revealing flimsy, nude panties and bra, their eye contact blazed, and Jane leaned back against the pillows piled at the head of the bed.

Certain that Jane was about to resume her earlier activity, Maura stepped forward a few inches and licked her lips. Her nipples strained against the thin fabric of her bra, begging to be touched. She could feel her arousal gathering between her legs, without limit. Jane dipped her hand into her pants and started moving in slow, drawn out motions.

Maura's body was overthrown by powerful arousal and she flattened her trembling hands against the front of her thighs. Jane's right hand ran over her tank top, stopping at her left breast, which she cupped and squeezed. An uncontrolled moan escaped Maura's mouth, as she fought the craving to jump on the bed and get Jane off herself.

Watching Jane like this was stoking the already blustery wildfire inside of Maura. Jane, a woman so private and inhibited was allowing her to watch her masturbate, and it was pushing Maura to unimaginable depths of desire. Their eye contact finally broke when Jane arched her neck, turning her head momentarily to the side. "Mmmmm."

"Oh, Jane." Their eyes reconnected.

"Take off your bra." Jane's bottom lip was caught under her teeth and she waited for Maura's compliance. Maura reached behind her back and unclasped her bra—her nipples pebbling further as it drooped forward before she slipped it off. When she tossed it to the floor, she looked at Jane with doubtless yearning. Pushing her breasts forward, she relished in Jane's wanton glare.

Jane pulled her tank top over her breasts, providing Maura with the same view she encountered just minutes prior. Her right hand dropped to the top of her sweatpants, where it ran along the waistband, teasing Maura with the potential view.

"Yes, Jane." Maura's weight had shifted to the front of her body, and she was on the verge of pouncing. Jane just continued to play with the top of her pants, pausing their descent just below her hipbones. The movements of her hand sped up under her pants, and Maura could feel her wet panties sticking to her pussy lips, as she got wetter and wetter.

Finally, she realized that Jane's movements were a non-verbal command. With quivering hands, she pushed her panties slowly down her legs, until they dropped to her feet. Her body was beyond sensitized, and just the embrace of the cold air on her pussy as she bent forward nearly sent her over the edge.

"Yesssss. Fuckkk." Jane finally gave Maura what she wanted and pushed her pants and panties down to the middle of her thighs, fully exposing herself.

"Oh, god, Jane." Maura's eyes fixated on Jane's long fingers gliding up and down her soaking folds. She shuddered as Jane's fingertips pressed lightly over her clit—circling the distended, needy nub.

No longer able to control herself, Maura crawled onto the bed and sat on her feet at Jane's side. Her eyes studied every inch of Jane: pert breasts, topped with dark pink, tense nipples; a tight stomach, contracting in rhythm with Jane's movements; the firm, yet feminine dip between her hip bones. Maura's eyes stopped at Jane's core, which was glistening against Jane's fingers. She could smell and hear Jane's arousal, and she never wanted to taste something so badly in her life.

"You're beautiful Jane." Jane's head turned to the side and she stared at Maura with unfettered affection and desire. Maura reached out, and lightly petted the soft skin of Jane's stomach, creating a very visible line of goose bumps.

"Mmmm. Unnnng." Jane hummed in delight, as Maura continued to trace her abs with three fingertips. "Shit, Maura."

Jane's face flushed and her fingers began to move more aggressively against her center. Her eyes locked on Maura's breasts, causing a jolt of heat to shoot to Maura's already drenched core. Maura grabbed Jane's right hand and brought it to one of her breasts, urging Jane to touch her, which Jane eagerly did. She cupped Maura's breast, letting the weight fill her hand-lifting and squeezing.

"Uhhhh…mmmm…Jane." Jane's eyes then dropped to between Maura's legs, and Maura knew what she was asking. She shifted her weight and sat up in a kneeling position, spreading her legs a few inches. She then guided Jane's hand down her body to the apex of her thighs, and moved Jane's fingers over her slick pussy.

Jane groaned at the wet heat, as her own body advanced toward an orgasm. Aware that Jane was close, Maura released Jane's hand, and moved further down Jane's body where she gripped Jane's pants and yanked them down her legs. Looking at Jane, she commanded. "Don't stop."

She pushed Jane's knees apart, opening her up. "Maura. Fuck. I…"

Maura took a second to take in the sight of Jane, spread wide open, fully exposed, pleasuring herself, before she buried two fingers inside of Jane. A powerful orgasm cracked through Jane, causing her hips to buck off the bed. Unimpeded by Jane's writhing, Maura built a steady rhythm. "Don't stop, Jane."

Jane's fingers urgently circled her swollen clit as the second swell of her orgasm amassed. Maura then bent forward, pushed Jane's hand away and covered Jane's pulsing center with her mouth.

Surprised and so completely possessed by immense pleasure, Jane keened as Maura's tongue began to flick her clit. "Fucccckk…fuck…Maura!"

Maura's eyes shot up to Jane's, and the untamed look in her eyes threw her into another orgasm. Flailing, Jane bucked against Maura's mouth, forcing Maura to hold her tightly and force her down.

"Mmmm…Jane." She slowly dragged herself up Jane's body, until she could kiss Jane. As Maura settled on top of Jane, with her legs spread over her tense thigh and her fingers still stroking inside, a gravelly groan escaped Jane's mouth. "Fuck, Maura. You are so fuckin hot." Jane's hands latched onto Maura's hips, and helped Maura grind.

Maura's movements aligned—her hips rocking with her fingers deep inside of Jane. "Mmmm… your body is amazzzzinggg, Jane." Maura thrust deeper. "And you're so tight." She thrust again. "It's so sexy." "Ohhh…mmmm…god." "Mmmm…yes, Jane."

Maura licked Jane's mouth and concentrated on Jane's g-spot. "Oh god."

Jane could feel the tremors intensifying, and she relinquished all power to them. "Yes, Maura. Yes!" Jane's body quivered as another powerful climax crashed into her-locking her muscles and stealing all of her breath.

"Fuccckkkkk!" Jane's fingers dug into Maura's soft skin as her body quaked through her orgasm. When she went limp, she began to become vaguely aware of Maura's continued movements.

"I'm sorry, Jane. I'm just…" Maura pulled out of Jane and grabbed her own breasts. The sticky fingers of her right hand coated her breast with Jane's cum. She twisted her nipples and pulled—so close to climaxing.

"Oh, Maura." Jane dropped her hands to Maura's ass and used all of her remaining energy to push and pull Maura's body against her. "Yes. Get it, Maura. God…that's so fuckin hot," "Jane….oh, Jane."

Maura's orgasm remained just out of reach and she was certain she was going to pass out if she didn't cum soon. The painfully rapturous throbbing between her legs possessed her. Unreserved grunts scratched her throat as the potent stirring inside of her began to evolve. "

God, Maura." Jane pushed harder and then pulled one hand away and spanked Maura's ass hard.

"Again." Maura held her breath as she waited for Jane's next spank. Jane did not wait and brought a firm hand back down again Maura ass. No longer needing instruction, Jane repeated the action several times—every slap of flesh resulting in a groan of pleasure from Maura.

A few smacks later, every muscle in Maura's body contracted and her legs locked securely around Jane's thigh. She arched and dropped her hands behind herself on the bed, as her body remained rigid, except for the tiniest of movements against Jane's leg. A low hum filled the room.

So completely in awe of how sexy Maura looked and felt, Jane brought her hands to Maura's chest and cupped her breasts, kneading them gently.

Moments later, Maura's body loosened and she fell forward, on top of Jane, who readily wrapped her arms around her. Their sweaty bodies slowed against each other, as Jane ghosted her fingertips over Maura's back. Jane kissed the top of Maura's head and exhaled into her hair. "

Mmmm…Jane." Maura lifted her head and pecked Jane's lips. "Jane, I've wanted this for so long...I…"

"Me too, Maura."

Maura perked up, pushing her lower half harder against Jane. "Like, girlfriends?"

Jane nodded and smiled. "Like girlfriends." Their mouths reconnected in a deep, sultry kiss.

"I cannot wait to explore our sexual boundaries."

"Maauuurrraaa…" Maura just giggled and Jane quickly joined in. "Fine, Miss Sexual Boundaries, when do I get to watch you touch yourself?'

"Anytime you want, Jane."