I am not sure what actually went on last night. And I am not certain if I wanted anything to happen, now. Bell is lying next to me naked as a new born baby, and it feels really sensual.

I can vaguely remember getting naked playing strip poker, and from the smell of the room, we had a bit too much to drink. That was easy to resolve, a few minutes cleaning up and leave the door open.

The question is, what I should do with the arm that is laying across my chest, and with the hand firmly cupped around my breast. Do I wake her up, and push Bell away, or do I just go with it?

Bell opens her eyes, and I think she just answered the question for me. She leans across and kisses me. I don’t want to seem cold and shallow, although thoughts of Alex make me slightly confused.

To hell with it, it might just be a one-time thing.

I lean back to Bell and brush my fingers through her hair.

“About last night,” I say.

Bell smiles and raises her eyebrows. “You mean unfinished business?”

“I suppose I do.” I feel my body warming to her. She is deliciously beautiful.

“If you don’t want to, I understand,” she says, very sweetly.

“No, it’s not that at all, I do, I find it highly erotic,” I reply.

Where the hell did that come from?

I had been around women for the majority of my adult life. None had taken me in this direction, and then again, I had never felt like going in this direction.

“Where is alcohol when you need it?” I ask.

“You don’t need alcohol to enjoy anything, it only lowers your inhibition,” Bell says.

I look down at her tattoo; the bright, vivid colors in total contrast to the white bed sheets. I run my fingers over the dragon's tongue as it blows fire towards Bell’s breast.

“This tattoo really defines your character,” I say.

“Yeah, I am a mythical beast,” she replies. She smiles at me with bedroom eyes.

Bell gently circles my nipple with the tip of her finger. I sigh for the first time. “You like that?” she asks.

I nod.

“Your skin is so soft,” she says as her finger flicks back and forward across my nipple.

Bell leans forward, the tip of her tongue teases the nipple closest to her. I feel my bottom lip pull in between my teeth. I let out a deep breath as I run my fingers over the back of Bell’s head. Her long dark hair, silky to the touch. I brush it from her shoulder and kiss her on the neck. I feel like I am in a movie. It’s more than surreal and I want her so badly.

Bell rolls onto her side, her leg gently slides between mine. I feel my warm pussy rubbing against her slender leg. I push my pussy harder against her leg as I feel Bell’s fingers running over my waist as her nails touch over my soft-skinned ass.

She digs her fingers into my plump cheek and pulls my body forward. My pussy pushes harder against her leg as she lifts it up and down. Bell smiles and pushes me away. I look across as she begins to kneel. Bell lifts my leg and places it perfectly; gently over her shoulder. She straddles my other leg. I feel her body push against me as Bell grinds her pussy against mine.

“Ooh,” I say as I begin to caress my plump breasts.

Bell grinds her hips against mine, the moist lips of her pussy pushing against me.

“Mmm,” I groan.

Bell thrusts hard against me as I gyrate my hips, it feels nothing like a hard cock inside me, but fuck, it feels good. Bell reaches forward and squeezes my breast and fumbles with my budded nipple.

She is fucking me as if she has a hard cock…

Bell moans and groans. She tugs gently on my nipples and rubs her pussy harder against my own womanhood.

“I want to taste you,” she murmurs.

I lift my leg from her shoulder and roll flat on my back. Bell pushes my legs wide as I feel her tattooed skin rubbing against my inner thighs. Her head lowers, and I feel her spreading the lips of my wet pussy. I gasp out a moan and I feel breathless from her touch.

Bell flicks her tongue over my exposed clit. I feel sensations filling the depths of my stomach as Bell flicks her tongue hard against my aching sex.

“Oh, fuck, what a hangover cure,” I scream.

I hear Bell giggle. She slides her fingers inside me. She drives her fingers with want into my wet pussy. I wriggle my hips with wild abandonment as Bell pushes her fingers deeper inside me. I feel her pushing my body further toward an incredible climactic moment.

“Bell faster and harder, you are going to make me cum,” I squeal.

Bell thrusts her fingers harder into the hot wet depths of my pussy. I caress my breast and find myself rubbing the silver cross that hangs around my neck.

“Oh God,” I scream as my body shakes and quivers. I feel an eruption of sensations as Bell finally brings me to my glorious orgasm. She kisses me as I cum.

“I wasn’t expecting that.”

Bell slowly pulls her fingers from my pussy. I see her licking her fingers as she lays back beside me.

I gasp for breath and tilt my head toward her. “I will do you when I am ready,” I say.

“It’s okay, you satisfied me last night,” she says.

“Did I?” I ask.

“Oh yes,” she replies.

“I can’t really remember.”

“You felt dizzy and laid down, and then you had another go after a few minutes,” Bell says.

“You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours,” I say, laughing loudly.

Bell giggles. “It’s something along those lines.”

“Well, we better get ready, we have another long day ahead of us,” I say.

“Don’t forget the water in the shower,” she says.

“Go ahead, I want a cold one to wake me up,” I reply.

“I thought I had just woken you up,” Bell says, hitting me with the pillow.

“You know what I mean, cheap whiskey and pizza,” I say.

I swing my legs from the bed and pick up my vest from the floor. I look at the mess we left from the night before.

“You want cold pizza for breakfast?” I ask.

“Not really, I think it would come back up,” Bell replies, truthfully.

“I was thinking the same.”

Bell walks to the bathroom and makes the most of the hot water. I pick up the half-eaten pizza and throw it into the dumpster outside. The fresh air blows in and the final traces of the stale beer and whiskey flow from the room. I stand outside and stretch in the early morning sun.

I hear Bell walk from the shower. “Don’t stretch too much, you do know you have no panties on,” Bell says, laughing.

I grab the bottom of my vest and stretch it over my legs and run back into the room. Gosh, how embarrassing.

“What is the name of that casino we were told to check?” I ask.

“Aces High,” Bell says as she drops her towel to the floor.

“You ever been there?”

“Never been inside, but I have passed it. It is pretty big,” Bell says.

I sigh. “How the hell do we find someone with a name beginning with ‘B’ in a place like that?”

“No idea, and we forgot to ask if Alex’s friend was male or female,” Bell adds.

* * *

“Yaah,” I scream as I step into the shower.

Bell laughs hysterically. “I did say it was cold.”

“There is cold, and there is cold, this is way beyond. Christ almighty, any colder and it would have frozen,” I yell.

“You wanted it to get rid of your hangover,” Bell says, chuckling from the bedroom.

“I can hear you laughing, and it is not that funny,” I scream.

“Don’t be such a girl and get on with it.” Bell is still laughing way too loudly for my liking.

I quickly jump from the shower and grab a towel. I step into the bedroom and lay my clothes on the bed.

“I hope we have some luck finding that person today,” I say.

“Just keep rubbing your cross if that helps,” Bell says.

“That’s just psychological more than anything,” I reply.

“It isn’t if you believe in it,” she says. I shrug my shoulders and screw the side of my mouth up. “Do you believe in it? You know, The Bible and all that?” Bell asks.

“I used to, but for the past twelve months, I am not so sure.”

“What was it that has changed your outlook?” Bell asks, puzzled.

“This and that, nothing really major. I just felt no one was listening,” I reply. I think drinking is not something that’s really very good for me. I feel gross, right now.

“Why do you have a bible in your bag then?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Maybe just a force of habit,” I reply, in truth.

“Old habits die hard.” Bell smiles. I like her so much.

“We are not back on that conversation again, are we?” I say giggling.

“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and must forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness,” Bell says.

“You know that chapter in The Bible?” I ask.

Bell laughs, “No, I have watched Pulp Fiction a few times. Or maybe another movie with a similar theme.” We both laugh and all I can taste is whiskey and old pizza. Ugh.

“Lay down thy body and be led into temptation.”