WARNING!!!!  THIS IS AN EROTIC (hopefully) STORY AND SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED
BY ANYONE UNDER 18!!!  ALSO, IF YOU ARE EXTREMELY UPTIGHT AND ARE OFFENDED
BY EROTICISM, (Why you would even be in this group is beyond my
comprehension) THEN PLEASE TURN BACK NOW, OR READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL!!!!  
THANK YOU!!! 
 
 
Eat or Be Eaten 
 
		by Michael Garvey 
 
	Linda Schwartz ran screaming from her apartment building.  She wore only a
loose robe that was half-open.    Her ample breasts were swaying beneath
her arms, the arms that tried frantically to hide them under her robe.  A
dark bloodstain was steadily growing larger on her right shoulder.  She ran
across the street and into another apartment building.  Fortunately for
her, her friend Amanda was home.  They called the cops, and were informed
that a few reports had already come from around the same area, and that
several units were on their way.  About a minute later the cops and an
ambulance arrived.  Linda was treated for a superficial stab wound on her
right shoulder, and after the police searched her apartment and found
noone, she explained what happened.  A man had knocked on her door, and she
looked out the peephole to see a gas maintenance company's logo on his
uniform.  She let him in, and he preceded to feel her up at knifepoint. 
She had kneed him as hard as she could in the groin, unknowingly crushing
one of his testicles and severely damaging the other one.  As he doubled
over in pain, ne flung the knife forward desperately and caught her in the
right shoulder.  He had removed her short and skirt, which was all she wore
when she had let him in.  Naked, she ran out of the apartment, grabbing a
robe as she exited.  The police explained that the man would probably not
be back, but they would assign a detective to her house just in case.  They
needed the patrolmen too much.  The detective was to arrive at 9 A.M. sharp
the next morning.  Linda stayed at Amanda's apartment that night.  The next
day, Linda went back to her house, thanking Amanda vigorously, and took a
shower.  It was about 8:30.  She got out of the shower and looked at
herself in the full-length mirror she had in her bathroom.  Her pretty face
was now wrinkled with lethargy and fright.  She had not slept well the
night before.  Her body was as perky as usual, except for the large gash on
her shoulder.  She quickly changed the now-soaking wet dressing with the
gauze and disinfectant the paramedic had given her.  Her size 36 B breasts
were sticking out at the nipple, hard because of the sudden rush of cold
air.  He thin waist and tight buttocks seemed to sag, adding to her state
of dispair.  She had never had anyone try to rape her or even make a lewd
comment to her in her entire 29-year old life.  She worked at a large
office company, and a lot of other men worked there as well.  She was a
very attractive, young businesswoman, and for someone to violate the
sanctity of her own home and do something like that shattered not only her
ego, but her sense of security as well.  Soon she heard a clicking in the
living room.  She looked at the clock above her sink.  It was 8:45.  Too
early to be the detective, she thought.  Her fear hit her then, and hit her
strong.  She was deathly afraid of having to go through what she went
through last night again.  She began to cry, and stifled herself.  She
grabbed a razor and a hairbrush.  She walked slowly, still naked, out of
the bathroom.  She walked down the hallway very slowly as the tears
continued to roll odwn her cheeks.  She heard even more shuffling and began
to weep even harder.  But then she heard a voice.  A woman's voice.  "You
know", it said, "You'd think after what happened last night you'd have your
door locked all the time."  She sighed, dropped the razor, the hairbrush,
and then to her knees.  She began to sob uncontrollably.  The female
detective rushed to her side.  All she could see was a naked, crumpled mass
of flesh and dark brown hair, all wet from sweat, tears, and shower-water. 
She put her arms around the woman and held her.  She held her for hours and
hours. 
	Finally Linda spoke and the detective told her her name was Det. Connie
Killian.  Linda put some clothes on and they had a conversation.  Linda
explained her surprise at Connie's appearance.  Connie was dressed
casually, but not in slacks or chinos, but in jeans and a T-Shirt. 
Connie's badge was pinned onto her T-Shirt, and her gin was clearly visible
in its arm strap under heer arm.  She was an attractive blond woman, about
five-eleven, and her chest was bigger than Linda's.  He muscular ass looked
like it was screaming to get out of the jeans she was wearing.  Linda
inquired why such a beautiful woman was in the police.  Connie said, "Well,
I wasn't really tough when I was a kid, and if you looked at me, you
wouldn't think so now, either.  But I became a cop to get tough, and that's
exactly what I did."  It's just, well...", said Linda, a little nervously. 
"It's just what?", asked Connie, "Were you expecting a male cop?  Think I
can't handle this?"  "No, no!", said Linda quickly.  She liked this
detective, and she didn't want her to think she was putting her down. 
"Look, Det. Killian", she said, "I am much more comfotable with you because
that bastard was a man.  I just thought I was going to have some big,
strong cop watching out for me, that's all.  But you're just fine."  Connie
laughed and said, "Thanks, hon.  And call me Connie.  You'll be just fine. 
I promise."  Connie turned away from her then, because Linda was staring
straight into her eyes.  Connie was no fool.  She sensed sexual tension. 
It was definitely odd for her, though.  She had never had any feelings for
anpther woman other than a crush on her fourth-grade teacher, Mrs. Dansing.
 She couldn't help trying to catch a glance at One of Linda's naked calves
or her naked foot swinging against the sofa they were on.  And to think,
thought Connie, This woman was naked in my arms about half an hour ago. 
Linda looked at Connie's shoulders as the detective was turned away from
her.  Nice, strong build for a woman, she thought, Very attractive.  Why,
if I wasn't straight, I'd go after her.  Look at her ass!  Whsew!  Linda
was advised not to go anywhere other than to work for the next couple of
days, and if she really needed to shop or something, Connie had to come
with her.  Luckily for Linda, she didn't have to work on weekends and she
had gone food shopping just yesterday.  Connie slept on the couch and Linda
slept in her own bed.  The next day, Linda had absolutely nothing to do,
because Amanda had made sure she was all right, and then went away for the
weekend with her boyfriend.  So she and Connie stayed in and watched movies
all day.  One movie they watched had two men kissing in it.  "Do you like
that stuff?", asked Connie.  "What, two men kissing?", replied Linda. 
"Yeah, I mean the gay and lesbian kissing and stuff in movies and TV.  Does
it bother you?", Connie asked again.  "Not really", said Linda, "Actually,
not at all.  In high school and colleg I slept with a lot of people.  A few
of them were women."  Connie's eyebrow raised.  "Really?", she said,
half-surprised, "I've never done anything like that.  When did you decide
to stop?"  "Oh, I don't know", said Linda dreamily, "About my junior year
in college my mom showed up at my dorm one day.  I was in bed with my
boyfriend and his cousin Helen.  She almost had a heart attack!  Anyway,
after that I decided to be straight.  No experimentation."  "Interesting.",
said Connie.  The movie went on, and later in the course of it they showed
two women in a passionate, love-making embrace.  Connie stirred in her
seat, uncomfortable because of her arousal.  Linda just sat, trasfixed by
the screen.  Connie felt a swelling in her breasts, her nipples beginning
to protrude.  She also felt a pressure in her lower abdomen and she knew
exactly what it was.  She needed to be pleased.  Linda turned and looked at
Connie.  Connie was avoiding her gaze and was twitching and moving around
constantly, as if she had ants in her pants.  Connie finally looked at the
woman and their eyes met.  Connie felt a surge go through her body and
Linda felt like a bolt of lightning hit her.  Connie moved closer to Linda
and Linda moved closer to Connie.  Connie parted her lips and closed her
eyes.  Linda did the sam, reaching forward with her hands.  Linda's arms
reached Connie and hugged her, pulled her closer.  Their lips were almost
together.  Yes...yes...yes...yes!!!!, thought connie, when DING DONG!  The
doorbell rang at Linda's apartment door.  "Ohmigod it's him again!",
whispered Linda.  Connie drew her gun and motioned for Linda to get close
to it.  "I got a package for you.", said the man outside.  Connie frowned
at Linda and nodded, "Okay, hold on a minute."  Linda backed away and
Connie flung the door open.  She thrust her gun into his face and yelled,
"GET ON THE GROUND, NOW, BOZO!"  The man's face screwed up and he fell to
the floor, screeching, "WHAT?  WHAD I DO?", he blubbered.  Linda shook her
head.  "Ain't him.", she said.  Connie kept her gun on the man and had
Linda take what the man was carrying.  It was a simple letter, and Linda
unfolded it.  All it said was, "I'm gonna get you."  "WHERE DID YOU GET
THIS?", roared Connie.  "S-some guy in the hospital, a patient!", he said,
"I'm an orderly!  He gave me twenty bucks and told me to go to this
apartment and give you this note!!!  St. Martin's on 34th!  I swear!!!" 
"How'd you get into the apartment building?", asked Linda.  "I dunno!  Door
wasn't locked!  Maybe it's broken!"  Connie called headquarters and had
them check the hospital for a patient matching Linda's description.  Sure
enough, a man fitting the description was being hospitalized for a crushed
testicle.  "Good job!", Connie said to Linda.  A couple of patrolmen came
and picked up the guy, and they checked in with the building's super on the
way in.  Turned out the lock was broken, and had been broken for a couple
of days.  He fixed it on the spot.  After everyone left, Linda and Connie
went back inside Linda's apartment and closed the door.  Linda stood with
her head up against the door and sighed.  "Thank God that's over.", she
said.  Linda saw Connie making some quick motions out of the corner of her
eye and the Connie said, "Not yet, babe."  Linda looked and Connie was
completely naked except for a pair of socks.  She walked behind Linda, put
her arms around Linda's waist, and kissed her neck.  "I believe we have
some unfinished business we have to attend to."  Linda turned around,
smiling, and kissed Connie.  She slide her hands up the back of Connie's
head and gently grabbed two handfuls of Connie's short, curly blond hair. 
They kissed deeply, and their tongues met forcefully in Connie's mouth. 
Connie was now rubbing her naked pelvis against Linda's own clothed one,
and Linda backed away.  She unbuttoned her blouse and flung it off.  She
wore no bra and quickly slid her skirt off.  She was barefoot and naked
except for her panties.  She slid them off last, seductively and slowly. 
Then she threw herself back into Connie's arms and they kissed again. 
Connie's hands began to rove.  One hand gripped one of Linda's firm
buttocks, and the other was pressed into the small of Linda's back.  Linda
had her hands on Connie's hips, and was moving them up her ribs and back
down to her hips again.  Connie broke the kiss.  "Bedroom...", she mumbled.
 They hurried to the bedroom and flopped into Linda's bed.  They lay breast
to breast, kissing every inch of each other's face.  Finally, Linda, who
was on top, slid her tongue down Connie's face to her neck, and then from
her neck to her breasts.  She kissed and licked the top of Connie's tits,
and then slowly began to encircle the areolae with her tongue.  She
enclosed the entire nipple in her mouth, and sucked on it, lifting her head
upwards and tugging lightly on it.  Connie began to moan a little and Linda
continued.  Then Linda slide her tongue doen from Connie's breasts to her
belly button, and from her belly button to her thigh.  The Linda began to
kiss Connie's calf, and then her ankle.  She pulled on Connie's sock, and
off it came.  She kissed down the top of Connie's foot, and then to the
toes.  She kissed each toe and softly licked each one.  She sucked
delicately on the big toe, and then kissed her way up from the ball of
Connie's small foot, to the heel, to the ankle, and finally up Connie's leg
to the buttocks.  She stopped on Connie's ass, and parted the beautiful
detective's legs.  Connie already ahd both her hands down there, and was
waiting to replace them with Linda's mouth.  She pulled them away, and
Linda leaned in closer.  SHe took a sniff and then parted Connie's labia. 
Then she slid a finger in and pulled it out.  She tasted it and smiled. 
She stuck it in again, but this time she brought her finger to Connie's
mouth.  "Taste?", she smiled.  Connie looked up at the woman who now held
her captive, and who would now share with her the beauty of an act known to
man since his birth.  The beauty of sex.  She stared deep into Linda's eyes
and whispered, "Please..."  Linda held her hand up to Connie's mouth. 
Connie took the finger in her mouth and began to suck on it.  And with more
fervor, she took Linda's whole hand in her mouth and sucked on it hard. 
"Wow!", exclaimed Linda.  Connie ceased her little show and said, "They
don't call me 'The Black Hole' for nothing, darlin'."  Linda laughed and
kissed Connie's stomach.  Then she began the completion of her task.  She
took Connie's clitoris in her mouth and sucked on the little nob like a
tiny lollipop.  She used her fingers to pleasure Connie's vagina while she
used her mouth to pleasure Connie's clit.  Connie's hands drifted from
playing with her nipples to grasping the back of Linda's head.  Soon she
was grinding her pelvis into Linda's face, and after about 10 full minutes
of that, Connie came.  She started slowly, stopping her grinding, but
arching her back upwards, pelvis in the air, and holding it there.  Then it
became greater, and her pussy was up so far in the air that she was on her
toes.  Linda was keeping up with her and was following, and stimulating all
through Connie's orgasm.  Finally, Connie gushed forth a river of juices
onto Linda's face and hands.  She relaxed all of a sudden and collapsed to
the bed.  Linda tried to lap up as much of the juice as she could, but most
of it was on the bedsheets.  "Th-they also c-c-call me th-the...th-the...",
stuttered Connie, her energy almost entirely spent, "They also c-call me
'C-Connie Faithful'!"  Linda laughed hard and said, "I wouldn't doubt it! 
My God!  You should have told me you were a gusher!"  "I thought all women
were like that.", said Connie.  "No dear", soothed Linda, and moved her
face up to Connie's, "You're special, dear, and I want you to know that." 
She kissed Connie and for the second time in her whole life, Connie tasted
the intimate fluids of a woman, even though they were her own.  Connie
cleaned Linda's face with her tongue and kissed her again.  Linda sat up,
her knees on either side of Connie's abdomen.  Connie reached over and
grabbed Linda's ass.  She pulled her closer, her pelvis now right in front
of Connie's face.  Connie kissed Linda's tanned stomach and then kissed
under it.  She knew exactly what to do, even though she had never done it
before.  She parted Linda's lips with her tongue, and then placed her mouth
over Linda's entire pubic area.  Connie brought Linda's pussy alive in a
fury of teeth, lips, tongue, and even chin.  Connie was rubbing Linda's
clitoris with her teeth, while keeping Linda's lips open with her own, and
she was darting her tongue in and out of Linda expertly.  Linda leaned
back, her breasts thrusting forward into the air.  She felt a slight pain
in her shoulder as the gauze pad on her shoulder was pulled taut.  Then she
leaned forward, her breasts resting on the pillow above Connie's head. 
God, what am I doing?, Linda asked, I'm sitting on the face of a woman I
met only yesterday and I think I'm in love with her.  Can it be possible? 
And by the way she's doing this...mmm...I think I just might be!  Connie
was licking harder now, and she had one hand on Linda's ass.  She stuck a
finger up Linda's anus and that was when Linda could not hold on any
longer.  She let her orgasm wash over her and through her, starting from
her loins all the way to the base of her skull.  She collapsed into
Connie's arms, and whispered, "I l-love you..."  Connie was not surprised. 
"And I-I think I love you, too...", she said, "You've taught me a
new...er...skill."  Linda laughed and kissed Connie's shoulder.  Linda was
lying with her head on Connie's shoulder, and Connie was holding Linda by
her shoulder.  She kissed Linda again and reached forward.  She pulled the
sheets upward and covered herself and Linda.  "Goodnight, love.", she
whispered.  "Yes, Goodnight, Connie...", said Linda, trailing off, "My
lover and Protector..."  And they fell asleep.   
	A few hours later, they were both sound asleep.  The lock on the front
door began to jiggle and it klacked.  A female hand pushed the door open
and a slim figure walked inside.  "Lin!!!", she half-shouted, "Linda, you
here?  Maybe you could introduce me to Det. Killian now!"  She took off her
shoes and walked towards Linda's bedroom.  "Lin, you all right?", Amanda
called out.  She pushed open Linda's bedroom door and saw Connie and Linda
lying, sleeping in a lovers' embrace.   
 
THE END....Or is it?  Of course not. 
