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The Purple Candle #2 (Romance, M/F, F/F, Fetish) An Erotic Mystery
(c) 2000 by V. Rupp. No reprints without written permission of the
author. The author would appreciate reader feedback.
Warning: Do not read this story if you are under 18, if it is illegal to
read stories of an erotic nature where you live, or if you don't believe in
the Bill of Rights.
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The tall redhead walked slowly down the shadowy hallway of the apartment
building. It was still early morning and the dim hallway lights barely
elucidated the dark shadows that seemed to be hovering just above the floor
like clouds. As she walked, her hips wiggled and she felt her naked skin
against the thin fabric of her lavender mini-skirt.
She turned her head to look at the gentleman standing behind her. He
was wearing a plain black hat.
"I really appreciate you driving me home, Detective Lansing," she said.
They were almost at her front door and she slowly began to raise her house
key horizontal and into the air before her.
The detective's eyes quickly jumped from their fixed position of staring
at her cute little butt and long pale legs. He hoped that she hadn't
noticed this when she turned around.
"Of course. It's really been a long night for you. I'm used to this
kind of thing. That is, I'm used to being around crime scenes and
everything. But you may still be in shock a little."
"I'm not really in shock," she said, "Nothing really shocks me anymore.
It's just disappointing that the world is such a scary place. You hear
about all these crazy things happening. It's just kind of strange when
they happen to you. But I really couldn't have been with a nicer man when
it happened."
They finally reached the door. Melody's apartment building wasn't the
slums, but it wasn't anything from Lifestyles Of The Rich And Famous
either. It was somewhere in that mediocre middle ground where most working
class folks wind up living. Her front door was a washed out yellow color
and some of the paint was peeling.
She jangled the key for a minute until the dead bolt released and then
quickly pushed the door open. "Please come in for a minute," she said,
"I'll make you a cup of coffee."
"Thank you," said Detective Lansing and followed her into the apartment.
He closed the door behind him and looked around. The front door opened up
into a small living room and just behind it was a small kitchen. Melody
kicked off her purple high heels, walked barefooted around the kitchen's
counter and begin to look for a coffee filter. Lansing sat on a small
couch and looked down at the table in front of it. The top of it was
covered with miscellaneous items: a little green vase with a single rose in
it, a few old issues of supermarket type women's magazines, an empty half
pint of ice cream, a green bra, a tv guide and a few receipts.
"Melody!" Suddenly, he heard a girl's voice calling from the other room.
From out of the hallway to the right of the kitchen approached a chubby
girl in her early twenties. As she moved into the light, Lansing almost
gasped and had to catch his breath.
The girl had long dirty blonde hair falling just past her shoulders and
was not even wearing pajamas. She had on a light green t-shirt and thin
white panties. Her face was round and she had huge exotic eyes. Her body
was plump, but not fat, and her large round breasts hung loosely against
the insufficient material of the t-shirt. Lansing followed the width of
her meaty upper legs down to her cute sockless feet. Her toenails were
painted in a cracking deep red nail polish. She walked sleepily over to
where Melody was standing inside the kitchen and didn't seem to notice the
detective admiring her body.
"I was worried when you didn't come home last night," she said to
Melody, as she moved closer and then gave her a short but passionate kiss
on the lips. "Is everything ok?".
"Yes, everything's fine," Melody said and sat down a metal coffee
container on the counter. "Actually, I had quite an exciting evening. I
witnessed a crime scene." She pointed over to where Lansing was sitting in
the living room. "This is my friend, Detective Lansing. He took me for a
walk by the river last night and when we were driving home, we ran into a
body on the road."
"A body," she said, looking surprised and running her hands through her
blonde hair, as if to quickly style her hair. When she did this, her plump
arms waved up into the air and her breasts jangled in the little t-shirt.
She then turned to look at Lansing and her large eyes got his full
attention.
"Hi there," he said stupidly from the sofa.
"Hi," she smiled, "I'm Ginger. I'm her roommate." She turned back to
Melody and ran her fingers through her hair two more times. "I want to
hear all about this. Pour me a cup of coffee. I've got to pee. I'll be
right back." She walked back down the hallway.
Melody walked into the room balancing two cups of coffee and handed one
to Lansing. Then she sat down in a small white chair across from the couch
and starting sipping her own coffee. Out of nowhere, she produced a long
menthol cigarette and a lighter. She quickly light the cigarette and
inhaled deeply.
Ginger returned in a matter of seconds and Lansing watched as she moved
past the kitchen and into the living room area. Her bare feet smacked
against the brown hardwood floor and she walked right in front of where
Lansing was sitting.
"Sorry about that," she said, "I had to piss like a racing horse."
To the detective's surprise, she sat right down in his lap, positioning
her oversized bottom on his left leg and wrapping her right arm around his
neck. She ran her long red fingernails through his dark hair and he could
feel their sharpness along his scalp.
"You're pretty cute," Ginger said, looking directly in his eyes and
breathing on his neck. "So tell me everything. I want to hear the whole
story."
As she spoke, she wiggled her butt and slid her right cheek off the side
of his leg and rested it on his crotch. Her feet dangled off the side of
the couch and she wiggled more to find a comfortable position. The
detective inhaled her scent. She smelled like a combination of old perfume
and bed sheets.
"Well, we went down to Tiller's Park.. by the lake.. right?", Melody
said, balancing her explanation between puffs on the menthol cigarette.
"And we were just hanging out, you know. But there was some cop there who
made us leave. Anyway, as we were driving home, I thought we hit a deer or
something."
"I thought you said you hit a person," Ginger said, wiggling some more
on top of the detective's now growing erection. Her blonde hair kept
rubbing against his face as she listened intently to the story which her
roommate was recounting.
"I thought it was a deer.. but it was a dead body. It was some man who
was murdered. But we didn't kill him.. he was already dead. Shot twice.
The detective here is being assigned to the case himself, since we found
it. We've been at the police station all night answering questions.
Although there really wasn't much to answer since we didn't witness the
crime." She took another deep drag from the cigarette and crossed her legs
the other direction. When she did this, the detective noticed that she
still wasn't wearing any underwear and he caught a quick glimpse of her
bare cunt.
"Were you scared?", asked Ginger.
"Not really. I happened to have this big, strong man with me and I knew
that he would take care of things. It's nice to have a man like him around
when you're out late at night."
Ginger nodded at Melody. The moist skin of her bare legs rested on
Lansing's black slacks and she reached down to scratch one of her legs just
to the right of her panty-covered crotch. She again ran her fingers
through her hair as if to style it and then turned facing the detective.
"So what do you think? Do you know who it was or who's responsible?",
she asked him.
"Well," he said, his eyes returning to look at her face, "We know the
guy's name but they're not gonna release that yet. He was nobody I had
ever heard of. They're notifying the family. As for who did it, that's
what we're trying to find out."
As he finished the sentence, he suddenly remembered something. He
looked up at the top of the white kitchen counter and his eyes quickly
found the little mystery box that Melody still hadn't opened.
"Hey Melody, did you ever open that package you showed me in the car?",
he asked her.
A surprised expression came over Melody's face. "No, I didn't. I
didn't even think about it. Ginger, there was some package by the door
yesterday. I didn't know if it was for you or that Hispanic girl next
door. It didn't have an address on it and I never opened it."
"Well open it," Ginger said, "Finders keepers. If it didn't have any
address then it's ours."
Melody put out the cigarette and walked back over to the kitchen. She
picked up the package and tugged on the tan string that was wrapped around
the little box. Lansing and Ginger sat on the couch and watched her
struggle. Ginger quietly reached around to Lansing's back and began
rubbing her long fingernails up and down the small of his back. He didn't
know how much longer he would be able to last in this awkward position.
Finally, the redhead managed to wiggle the tight string around the sides
of the package and was soon tearing off the brown paper that covered it.
Under the wrapping paper was a small white box which she finally opened.
"What is it?", Ginger asked and stopped rubbing Lansing's back for a
second.
Melody held the contents up into the light. It appeared to be a rusted
gold key.
"I think it's a key.. but what's it for? It's not an apartment key. I
don't think this was meant for us. Someone must have left it for the girl
next door."
"But who would wrap up a key in a package?", Lansing asked, "Wouldn't
they just leave it under the doormat or whatever? That really makes no
sense."
"I don't know," Melody yawned, "Anyway, if I don't get some sleep, I
think I'm going to pass out. Are you going back to work?"
"I've got to in a few hours," Lansing said, and as he remembered this, a
look of slight disappointment came over his face.
"Listen, why don't you just crash here for a little while? By the time
you drive home, it will be time to go back anyway," Melody offered, "You
don't mind do you, Ginger?"
"Not at all," the full sized blonde said and then rubbed his leg with
her right foot, as a sign of vindication. He noticed that even though she
wasn't a waif model, Ginger had curves in all the right places. Her
stomach was fairly flat though rounded, but her breasts were large and
soft.
"You can sleep in my room," Melody giggled, "I promise to set my alarm
for like 10 AM... we could get almost three hours sleep."
Detective Lansing considered the offer for a minute. He really did need
to get some sleep before he went back to work. It was pretty unsure though
whether he would be about to fall asleep with this gorgeous redhead in the
same room with him. Or even in this entire apartment. The whole place
smelled like a combination of female body odor and incense. But he decided
to give it a good try.
"Ok, sure, if I'm not imposing or anything."
Ginger turned and kissed his cheek. Her big lips then moved back to his
ear. She whispered, "Are you sure you don't want to crash in my room?"
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Story continues in THE PURPLE CANDLE PT.3
Now online
(c) 2000 by V. Rupp. No reprint without permission.
Reader feedback welcome and encouraged.
vrupp33(please no spam)@hotmail.com
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