The Case of the Bitchy Boss

An Akari Hoshinatsu Mystery

by Freya Gersemi

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Foreword

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Chapter 1

Maureen nuzzled up to Akari’s slowly awakening body. “Good morning, P.I.”

“Hmm?” Akari mumbled.

“Good morning,” Maureen repeated.

Akari stretched her legs. “No. Did you just call me ‘pee eye?’”

“What? No! P.I. As in ‘private investigator.’” The fingers of one of Maureen’s hands began to trace the contours of one of Akari’s quickly stiffening nipples.

Defiantly, Akari stated, “I am not a P.I.”

“Well, you’re certainly not a private dick!” Maureen exclaimed, lightly pinching the tip of her nipple. “And I’m pretty sure there’s no such thing as a private pussy, although maybe you could be the first.” Maureen’s hand left Akari’s breast and traveled down the rumpled outside of her nightshirt. Maureen tenderly fingered the tiny cleft between Akari’s legs as if seeking permission to enter.

Akari was more than willing to grant Maureen that permission. Especially if it meant that she could just lie in bed for another ten or fifteen before she needed to get up for work. Akari leisurely stretched her arms above her head and spread her legs for Maureen.

Maureen smeared the juices from Akari’s rapidly moistening lips up and around her clit.

Akari closed her eyes and sighed. She loved the feel of her girlfriend’s slender and strong fingers on her pussy. Maureen always seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to touch, and how long to touch Akari. If she was willing to admit such a thing, Akari would almost say that Maureen was the perfect lover for her. The perfect girlfriend.

And if she were to delve even deeper, Akari might say that Maureen was not just the perfect lover and the perfect girlfriend, but the perfect everything.

“So, we’re really doing this?” Akari asked.

“Morning sex? Yes, please!”

Akari opened her eyes to look at Maureen. “No. Moving in together.”

“Yup.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup.”

“Could I ask why you’re so sure this is the right thing for us to do?”

“Saves money.”

“No.” Akari teasingly frowned at Maureen’s joke. “Why do you want us to live together? Why do you want to live with me?”

Rubbing circles around Akari’s clit, Maureen answered, “So, now you’re fishing for compliments?”

Akari blushed and as always, it was one of the cutest things Maureen had ever seen. Batting her eyes, Akari said, “Maybe I’m feeling vulnerable and a little extra ‘girly’ and just want you to tell me how great I am.”

“Hmm.” Maureen pretended to think long and hard. “Well, being a lesbian, I’m, of course, really attracted to your super manly sense of style. Men’s shirts, shapeless denim jeans, work boots - the whole butch look that you have going on.”

Akari smiled.

“It’s incredibly sexy to have a girlfriend that scavenges clothes out of the dumpster behind the thrift store.”

Akari clamped her legs closed, but Maureen slipped her fingers in even deeper.

“Your turn,” Maureen told her.

Chapter 2

“Hey, I thought that I was the one getting the compliments not the one handing them out!”

“Why can’t it be both?”

“Fine,” Akari said, spreading her legs again. “I love that no matter how sexy you try to look, you still end up looking like a prepubescent boy that just went through a very awkward growth spurt.”

Maureen laughed. “Nice one. Nice. Uhhh… I love your completely shapeless black hair. Like, could it possibly be more lifeless and lank?”

“Oh! Let’s talk about lank. You!”

“I’m slender,” Maureen protested.

“You’re bony,” Akari countered. “Hugging you is like holding a warm bag of sticks.”

“You need to feed me better.”

“I need to feed you better? I can barely feed myself!”

“You got all that cash from Mr. B.”

“Yeah. You know, we should go out to eat to celebrate,” Akari suggested.

“There’s that new vegetarian place that just opened up downtown.”

“No. I like meat.”

“You’re a terrible lesbian, you know that?”

“Yeah.” Akari nodded. “But right now, back to the compliments.”

As she continued to tenderly caress Akari’s now-soaking pussy, Maureen smiled and gave Akari a sweet kiss on the cheek. “I love that other women would never give me the time of day, but you’ve given me every single day ever since the day we met.”

Akari smiled. “I love your super creepy long fingers.”

“I know you do,” Maureen said, sliding her fingers deeper into Akari. She wriggled them a bit, then brought her fingers up to her nose and inhaled. “Mmmm. I just love how everything… marinates overnight.”

“You’re gross.”

“But the best thing that I love about you?” Maureen licked her fingers and closed her eyes in delight. “You… are… delicious,” she murmured.

Done licking and sucking her fingers, she pulled Akari closer. “Taste for yourself.” Maureen pressed her wet lips against Akari’s and they both fell into a deep and sensuous kiss.

“Not bad,” Akari commented. “But you taste better.”

Maureen slid her fingers back into Akari and slid the fingers of her other hand into herself. “Let’s find out.” She held both hands up between their faces. “This hand is me and this hand is you.”

Akari giggled. “You’re really gross.”

“So, me first.” Maureen held the back of her fingers against Akari’s lips, then started to lick the inside of her fingers. Akari could taste the familiar tangy and slightly salty flavor of Maureen’s pussy.

“Now, you.” Maureen held her other hand up and they each tasted Akari’s juices.

“See? You taste way better,” Maureen declared as she continued to lick Akari’s flavor off of her fingers.

“Uh-uh.” Akari shook her head. “You taste better to me,” Akari said, sucking Maureen’s other fingers.

Maureen smiled. “See? We’re perfect for each other.”

Akari pursed her lips and slowly nodded. “Yeah. I think we are.”

Chapter 3

“You say that with such resignation.”

“No. I didn’t mean -”

“It’s fine. I understand. You need a little more time. I’ll grow on you.”

Akari smiled. “You already have.”

“See? That was easy.” Maureen grinned, then dove under the covers and between Akari’s waiting legs.

“Ahhh,” Akari sighed as she felt two of Maureen’s fingers slide back inside her. The “ahhh” quickly turned into an “ooooh!” as she felt Maureen’s tongue slip along the top of her pussy and gently flick the soft nub of her clit.

Akari had to admit that it was nice having such a giving lover. Maureen’s idea of perfect sex was to munch on Akari’s snatch, giving her multiple mind-bending orgasms, until Akari begged her to stop, and then simply curling up together, both basking in Akari’s afterglow, and falling asleep in each others’ arms. And when Maureen did ask for any reciprocation - or as was more often the case, Akari insisted on it out of guilt - Maureen was up for anything! Akari could think of nothing that would be off-limits to Maureen.

One night after Maureen had given Akari countless orgasms, they were holding each other and chatting and the talk got around to crazy sex stuff. The discussion went from mild sex toys like vibrators to large dildos to ball gags, whips, fisting, and even more intense sexual depravity. Maureen’s answer to every single thing was some variation of “I would try that.”

“Sure.” “Why not?” “That could be fun.” “I’ll try anything once.” Akari’s list of adventurous sexual interests ran out long before Maureen’s enthusiasm for them did. Akari couldn’t help but wonder if Maureen’s eagerness to please Akari had to do with the fact that Akari was Maureen’s first lover and that she wanted to keep Akari happy, or whether it was simply that Maureen was just that into anything sexual. Akari strongly felt that Maureen was just a perverted sexual deviant.

And Akari was okay with that.

More than okay with that!

She closed her eyes and sank into that amazing pre-orgasm state as Maureen continued manipulating her pussy and then one of Maureen’s hands felt up her torso and settled onto one of her tits. Akari had no idea where Maureen had learned to become such a master of another woman’s body, but the fumbling partner from a few months ago had quickly become a maestro able to conjure orgasms out of thin air, seemingly at will.

As Maureen worked her magic, Akari’s brain did that weird thing that she had quickly come to love almost as much as the orgasms. That thing where all of the colliding thoughts, white noise, jumbled images, feelings, ideas, concerns - everything in her head - just sank into darkness.

Into nothingness.

Warm bliss.

It didn’t happen every time, but it happened enough. And it always intrigued and fascinated Akari.

She had never experienced anything like it.

Just perfect inner silence.

Chapter 4

All that Akari could perceive during these “episodes” were the feelings that Maureen was creating.

But from no outward sensations.

No sounds. No images. No smells. Even Akari’s sense of touch seemed to be coming from inside her rather than from any external stimulus.

A tongue creating soft ripples fluttering through her tender folds. Slipping up and down in what felt like randomness, but seemed to hold some sort of intricate pattern that only Maureen was aware of.

Long bony fingers that, once inside her, transformed into gracefully smooth and elegant instruments capable of providing Akari with sexual satisfaction the likes of which she had never known before.

Her clit quivered with passionate exhilaration at Maureen’s every touch.

Her body filled with a beautiful emptiness.

Floating on the fine line between nothing and everything.

On the misty edges of her perception, Akari knew there were… things in the dark blankness of her mind. Nothing to be feared, she felt, but… things. Wordless ideas. Images.

Items.

Deeper thoughts.

Unknown… things.

But as always happened, just as some of these things began to form - began to take shape - Akari could feel her orgasm approaching, galloping on assured and unshakable hoofs, pushing more emptiness ahead of itself and forcing these… things back down into the darkness.

Everything gone again, but sensual pleasure.

She could feel it starting as a slow boil, then quickly gaining unstoppable momentum.

Akari took in an unconscious breath that expanded her lungs nearly to bursting, her entire body rigid and unmoving.

Her eyes opened, but only the whites showed.

And then, the air hissed out of her nostrils as a low moan grumbled in her chest.

By her side, Akari’s fingers clawed weakly.

The orgasm flooded her with near delirious rapture.

The darkness exploded out of her mind, replaced with the purest clear.

Her entire body trembled.

Maureen reached up and took one of Akari’s hands in her own, guiding Akari through her orgasm. Maureen didn’t know if Akari was even aware that they always held hands throughout the peak, and Maureen never asked.

It didn’t matter.

And then the trembling stopped and Akari went limp, panting slightly from the emotional exertion.

Maureen let go of Akari’s hand and slowly sat up in bed, still between her lover’s splayed legs.

Maureen watched as Akari’s eyes looked at her, but Maureen knew that they saw nothing.

Not yet.

What came next was always Maureen’s favorite part.

Gradually, Akari’s eyes focused and then there was the tiny spark of recognition and then that tender smile. A smile devoid of anything but absolute love.

Pure and unfettered.

And then the moment was over as all of Akari’s thoughts came crashing back into her and the smile transformed back into Akari’s usual smile.

But Maureen had seen the smile again.

It was still there.

Even after Akari’s failed attempt at breaking up with Maureen, the smile was still there.

Maureen winked at her lover and Akari winked back.

Chapter 5

“My face feels like a glazed doughnut,” Maureen said as she clambered out of bed. “I’m going to take a super hot shower.”

“Super hot?”

“It’s like a regular shower, but I’m in it.”

Akari rolled her eyes, but had to admit that that joke was pretty funny.

“Oh, and by the way,” Maureen said, turning around. “I L-word you.”

“I L-word you, too,” Akari replied.

“And tonight, it’s your turn to F-word me.”

“With Danny Boy?” Akari smiled. She already knew the answer to that question.

Maureen smiled back and nodded. “Oh yeah, with Danny Boy!”