The sometimes exciting, often tumultuous professional and personal lives of the Station
19 first responders [who cross-specialize as firefighters and paramedics). They frequently
flaunt rules and though most of the time they get away with it becaus...
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One night after some hard drinking (while partying on Miller's houseboat) Maya Bishop and Jack Gibson shared a drunken kiss. Rather than hide her indiscretion, Maya told Cariina
Carina prattled on and on about her most recent harrowing obstetrics challenge, not noticing that her wife Maya was distracted and barely listening because she had some news of her own...and she didn't expect THAT talk to go very well...she breathed deeply, once, twice, and said "Baby." Carina was reaching the end of her recap when Maya repeated "CAR!" more urgently.
"Yes, Bella...what is it?"
Her mouth dry, Lieutenant Bishop's 'words' failed her and she couldn't say a word. '"BELLA-what is the problem? Cos'è ?"
"Gibson...who is this Gibson?!" Carina asked brokenly. "Gibson works at the fire station?"
"HE ...Gibson's a...man?"
"He...is."
"I...I...I have to get OUT of here!" Carina grabbed a sweater, her handbag, and the keys to her Porsche and went out the front door. "Car! Car, wait!"
"Wait for WHY, Maya?! Hmm? I suspected that I should not be involved with bisexual women and there is the PROOF!"
"What? Wait...WHAT?! You and...and Hunt-what about that?"
"Once after that intern mixup and only to have an Attendings support at promotion time...and only WOMEN SINCE...before you and I MEN were part of your weekly diet...as I said - bisexual women are trouble!" And stormed out. Hours passed before her return; her wife was so happy to see her that she bowled Carina off of her feet in her rush to welcome her back. In between kisses, she chanted "I'm SORRY" (kiss) "I LOVE YOU!" (kiss) "PLEASE FORGIVE ME!" (kiss)...
"Enough, Maya-ENOUGH!" Carina cried when her wife finally pulled away. "I have already forgiven you. Anyone slip can slip: we are all only humans. Not condoning; also not condemning."
"Thank you, Wife. And I swear that I will do everything in my power to never let anything like that happen again. That means not putting myself in the type of situation that could lead to a 'slip' - such as not being in proximity to Gibson. I've decided to transfer to '23'. That way I don't have daily contact with Gibson, eliminating at least one temptation."
"Thank you, Bambina . This means so much to me." They kiss, lips searching and tongues probing; delicate female fingers and hands squeeze and fondle one another's 'lovely lady lumps'; in turn, they strip one another of their clothing and underwear until both are glowingly naked; Carina slipped around behind the Blonde, pressing small breasts into her wife's somewhat muscular back...her soft knowing hands glide over wide hips, ample behind, and silky-skinned thighs; Maya gasped and hung her head when those fingers spider over her ribcage to gather a hefty, pink nippled mammary in each palm - Bishop wheezed when knowing fingers pluck at those erected buds...
The lovely Italian kissed her way down...and down...over the hillocks of her buttocks pausing to briefly lick the crease in between, smirking secretly at Maya's reaction (a whimper of WANT); she gently nudged Maya's lovely thighs apart; a gentle push to the small of her back guided her wife forward to support herself on the palms of her hands...
*Carina POV*
My eyelids at half-mast, I lean in and put my face between the cheeks that I know so well - I kiss at the rosette between and Maya groaned and shifted on her knees. In my mind's eye, I image her nibbling at her lower lip (I peek around the curve of her left buttock and sure enough, the mirror verifies that she is doing JUST THAT)...I add fingers to poke gently at her tight pucker: "Ooo, that's NASTY!" she cried, twerking her behind on my face. Her fingers clench at our Egyptian sheets as I tease slow circles around her outer rim. "What? WHICH; WHAAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!" my wife whimpered, hiding her face in a pillow.
"Forgive me Love, I will stop - Perdonami amore, mi fermerò ," I tease.
"I, AH! That's um; that's f-fine; no need for that!" she cried hastily, grinding her back to meet the finger easing its way into her behind; her juices flowed from her pretty figa - slicking her beautiful golden thighs with sticky honey. "Fuck; I love you so much!" I can feel her womanhood pulse as I massage it.
"Yes!," I purr, "I know VERY WELL that you love my digits!" In response, she shifted her hips from side to side...
*Maya POV*
Andy is FUCKING A KEE-RECT- make-up sex is unbeatable! On the subject of 'unbeatable' my knock-out Italian wife's fingers are as close to undefeated as they can get...I'm wetter by the second and sparks of lust fire from my groin re-wiring my nervous system...I find it more and more difficult to catch my breath: the wriggling finger and tantalizing tongue traversing my ass crack from stem to stern. Lewd groans overcome the patter of my dripping juices on the sheets.
"Jesus!" I yelp when the palm of her hand ricochets off of my big butt, sending hot spikes of lust shooting through my nethers.
