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  After cleaning up from the absolutely delicious lunch, Tina and Bear ran back off to play while Cassie and Virgil lay on a blanket in the grass with glasses of her White Zinfandel. He stroked her forearm so lightly that the tiny hairs on it stood as if they were electrically charged. Cassie’s nipples rose in response. Everywhere he touched her she felt as if she were on fire. She felt the pull deep between her legs and she wanted so badly to just ravage this man beside her. She could plainly see that he wanted her, his cock bulging tightly against his jeans. He saw her glance, but made no mention of it…nor did he try to hide it. She rolled to her forearms and stretched her neck out for a kiss. He halted just before he reached her lips, his breathing stopped completely. She looked to see why he had stopped, and she glanced down to where his eyes were locked. Her shirt had pooched out when her shoulders hunched to rest her body on her forearms, and he could clearly see the tips of her perfect breasts, the nipples hard and upstanding. “I want you too” she said in a husky voice, “I’m not going to deny that. But I listened to my body once before and I ended up with a bastard who made me happy in my bedroom and turned the rest of my life into a living hell. The only good things that came out of that relationship are my job and my daughter.” “I want to get to know you,” she said, “before I give my body up as a sacrifice to lust. I don’t mean I have to be married, I just want to know that I can trust you with my feelings.”

  “It still hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked, kissing her gently. She nodded. “It hurts more that I believed him to start with. Do you know what it’s like to doubt yourself?” Soberly, he said “More than I hope you ever know kid!” He smiled and jumped to his feet. He held a hand out to her, and pulled her up. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. Not what you could be, not what you were, but just exactly who you are. A few more days or weeks won’t change that. I’m not going to stop seeing you, but I can wait till you’re ready. When you are, I’ll know” he whispered. “Now let’s go see if those two will let us play.”

  Cassie sat up late that night. Unable to erase the image of his cock straining against his jeans or the look on his face as he stared at her breasts, she reached for her cell phone a half dozen times, and each time she set it back down. “You’ve had plenty of offers for a ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement” she thought to herself, “and you’ve been disappointed with every one of them.” She giggled to herself “There’s only one electronic device in here you need tonight!” She reached into the drawer and withdrew her small battery operated personal vibrator. She set it on the bedstand and went to make sure Tina was asleep.

  She had used the vibrator twice, but it had not really helped. She tossed and turned grumpily in her bed. When she finally slept…

  Virgil was naked above her, his proud cock standing stiff at an angle from his pelvis, and her hand was wrapped around its girth. She was trying to guide it into her, her hips writhing frantically on the sheets. His knees sank to the bed, and his lips sank to her breasts, sucking and gently biting the nipples. He raised his head from her breasts, and his blue flecked smoky grey eyes peered into her own as his lips bore down sweetly on hers. His kiss was intimate, gentle and soft…but insistent. He seemed to be devouring her mouth with his own. He seemed to be sucking the very breath from her, and sharing it back so they could stay this way. His rigid prick was tapping against the folds of her pussy, tantalizing her, inside her, but not quite. She could feel the slit in his glans rubbing against her clit, sweet slippery friction that seemed to last forever. She spoke into his open mouth, her voice rough with pent up passion, “I need you inside of me, I need it so bad” she said. Her hips worked furiously trying to get more of him inside her. “What do you want me to do?” she asked. “Do you want me to get on top, do you want me to fuck you?” she breathed. Cassie succeeded in sliding a little more of his cock into her. She squeezed his strong back with both her arms, pulling his taut chest to her aching breasts. “Do you want to fuck my ass?” she asked louder. Do you want me to suck you?” With a groan Vergil settled himself deep within her. Every pore of the inside of her womb sucked at him, her greedy pussy grasping at him. “I will, you know” she said breathlessly, “I’ll fuck you till I can’t move my hips anymore and I’ll suck your cock till you fill me with your juices!” Her hips were battering him now. She screamed as she came, twisting violently from under him, hungry mouth searching for his hotly spurting cock. Finding it, capturing the throbbing piece of hard flesh, she drove it deep into her throat…

  She came awake with a start, soaked in sweat, her face stuffed into her damp pillowcase and her mouth as dry as the desert. And that was how her work week started.

  Steve looked over at his partner as she acknowledged a call for a burglary not in progress and hung up the microphone. Her eyes were puffy and it didn’t appear she’d had enough sleep. “Virgil keeping you up nights now?” he chuckled. “Sort of,” she grinned at him, “but it’s not what you’re thinking!” She had known she wouldn’t be able to hide her feelings from Steve, they spent as much or more time together as any married couple. She had helped him get through more than one family crisis of his own. “I really like him, and he really seems to like me…it just hasn’t gone that far yet.” “You’d better hurry up girl, I heard Marie wants him bad!” Steve said. He laughed, “And you know her record.”

  Marie was a twenty two year old dispatcher who had wanted nearly every police officer on the force at one time or another. Rumor had it that she had succeeded more times than she’d failed. She had nearly ended Steve’s marriage a year before. “I don’t really think Marie is his type” she said just a tiny bit grumpily. “Listen Cass, when Marie walks up to you, rips open her blouse so you can see those gorgeous titties, and grabs your Johnson there is damned little you can do, even if you are a good and faithful husband” Steve said, and he wasn’t laughing any more. “She blew me right in the locker room, sucked my balls into her mouth, and then yelled at me when I tried to pull out when I came!” he said, “If the Chief himself had walked in there I could not have stopped.”

  He had run straight home and confessed to his wife, who tortured and abused him for months. To be honest, it still came up when she was pissed about something. She looked at him closely. Steve was over fifty, completely grey, and had a paunch around his gunbelt from too many fast food meals on the street and not enough exercise. There was no way he was going to do anything but look at the Maries of the world wistfully and remember the old days. She could understand what had happened to him and why he had given in. Unfortunately for him, his wife couldn’t. She wondered how Virgil would fare under Marie’s onslaught.

  Virgil rode with Cassie and Steve for a week before he went to the Police Academy. The Mayor had given him a badge, but until he got his certification he was just a civilian with a badge. Steve ragged him a little, teasing him about being the oldest rookie but the two men seemed to bond and Cassie was a little envious of the ease with which the two men slipped into the routine. She knew damned well that women had to prove themselves repeatedly before they were accepted. Her face reddened as she realized she had accepted this man as well…in her dreams.

  “Just remember that you’re still in training, you just observe” Steve said, “of course if it looks like this guy is going to kill us we won’t mind if you help.” All of them laughed, but they all knew Steve meant what he said.

  All three got out of the car, putting on their hats as they closed the doors. The Chief was death on officers in public without their covers. Steve instinctively headed for the giant drunk screaming in the yard, but Cassie waved him to the angry drunk woman screaming on the sagging front porch of the row house. Virgil seemed nonplussed, but he was about to get his first lesson in smart police work. “What seems to be the problem sir?” Cassie asked with a dazzling smile. The drunk, swaying but still dangerous, arms rippling with muscles developed not in some gym, but by wrestling steel and lumber into place every day of his life, turned slowly to face her.

>   “I ain’t goin’ ta jail lady” he said slowly. “I’m afraid you are sir” she said as she glanced quickly at the blood streaked face of the woman on the porch. “Please turn around and put your hands behind your back” she ordered. Virgil began unobtrusively to loosen his muscles as he saw the big man’s hands bunch into fists and rise to the level of his waist. “What’re you gonna do lady? You an’ your boyfriend gonna beat me with them sticks? I’ll tell what I’m gonna do…I’m gonna take them sticks and shove up yer asses…make copsicles outta the both of ya!” The drunk laughed at his own joke.

  Virgil watched amazed as Cassie, balanced on the balls of her feet and ready for whatever came next, as Cassie flirtatiously tossed her hair and smiled at the drunken monster. “Of course not sugar,” she said, “you’re bigger and stronger than both of us.” The drunk staggered and looked confused. “Well, what’re you gonna do?” he asked, “I told ya I ain’t goin ta jail.” “Well,” Cassie said, batting her eyes at the drunk, “I’m going to ask you to pretty please put your hands behind your back so I can put the cuffs on. And when you don’t, I’m going to shoot you.” She walked one step closer and put her left finger on his chest, right over his heart, “right there.” The drunk looked at her in disbelief, then his eyes went to Virgil. “Don’t look at me,” Virgil said, I don’t even have a gun. The drunk grunted and turned his back to them, hands peacefully crossed behind him.

  At shift change, they decided to have a beer together before going home. Virgil was still stunned by what he had learned today. “After you do this for a while” Steve said as he sipped beer from a frosty mug, “you’d rather work with a female cop. He looked around guiltily, as if to see if one of the younger bluesuits in the bar had heard him. “They’d rather talk than fight, and when they pull their guns, people believe they’re going to use them.”

  Cassie smiled, but she was watching Virgil. He had been ready to go for the big guy this afternoon, but he’d been patient as well, allowing her to handle the situation. That she knew she was perfectly capable of handling it was not an issue; what was remarkable was that Virgil had trusted her to know what she was doing instead of responding to the macho bluster of the big guy. This man was working some kind of magic deep inside her. She squeezed her thighs together trying to hold back the heat.

  He held her hand as he walked her to her car. Nightfall had begun, and the other guys from the shift had fairly depleted the parking lot. She leaned back against her car and put her arms around him, not wanting to be seen, but not really caring either. Her heart thudding in her chest, she raised her lips to his and pulled him closer. She closed her eyes as his lips touched hers gently, nibbling lightly at her lower lip. He sucked it into his mouth as she moaned, letting go as she felt his hardness against her belly. Her hips moved against him, rubbing against the length of his cock. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but his patience did also. She felt his hands under the windbreaker she wore in summer to hide her off duty gun. Sighing into his mouth, she willed his hands to move from her back. Her breasts ached to fill his questing hands, but he moved slowly anyway, rubbing his thumbs against the hard, flat surface of her belly. She made herself slide down, feeling his thumbs at the underside of her breasts, her nipples thrusting against the thin fabric of her sports bra and showing clearly through her tee shirt.

  He made no attempt to hurry, still kissing her thoroughly. His lips touched her throat and traced a path up to her ears. “Dammnit” she whispered harshly in his ears, “what do I have to do, rip your clothes off and rape you in the parking lot?” She gasped as he leaned into her, rubbing the tip of his hardness between her parted legs. His hands, hidden by the windbreaker, moved to her firm breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples.

  “I have to teach a class tonight in about twenty minutes” he said. “This has been a long time coming, and I won’t settle for a quick fuck and a shy goodbye.” His mouth came back to hers as he continued to push his swollen cock against the damp spot on her jeans, her legs parting more and her breath coming in short gasps. “When we finally make love, I want to savor every inch of you. I want you naked on clean, sweet smelling sheets with your hair spread over your pillow. I want enough light to see you in all your glory. And I want more than anything to see you wanton. Just you, me, and the night.” Her hips jerked against him as she came, shuddering in his arms, her hands clenched tightly against his chest.

  “No one has ever talked me into an orgasm before” she told him. “Bastard.” She nestled in his arms, feeling warm and safe as she had never before been in her life. He laughed low, and deep in his chest. “Tomorrow night?” he asked softly. “No” she told him, “come over after your class tonight.”

  She took a long soak, doing her nails, her toes, shaving her legs, and on a whim, her pubic hair. She put fresh sheets on her bed and put every candle in her house in her bedroom. She opened her windows wide and let the cool breeze freshen everything naturally. She had hunted the wine store over until she found a bottle of 1996 William Fevre Chablis Les Clos, which she had heard was one of the best; it was open and breathing in the kitchen. A tray of cheeses, breads, and fruit sat beside it. Everything she could think she had done to make the evening perfect for them. She had even resurrected an old stereo album that her parents had loved on hot summer nights when they thought she was asleep. It was by some group called the Mystic Moods Orchestra, and it began with the sound of a rain shower. She smiled as she remembered the sound of the rhythmic banging of their headboard against the wall. At the time she was a bit repulsed that her parents were still “doing it” but she now knew they had been very much in love.

  Virgil knocked softly at the door at nearly nine o’clock. She literally floated to the door and met him wearing only a filmy peignoir straight out of some adolescent boy’s wet dreams. It hid nothing, but it felt incredibly soft and made her look insanely erotic. She led him to the bath without a word, and slowly took off his clothes piece by piece. When she reached a new piece of bare skin, she kissed it softly and gently. When she had him fully nude, she knelt and mouthed his penis just enough to leave it quivering in the air. She stood and helped him to sit in the tub. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He tried to speak once but she shook her head…no talking. She gently and thoroughly washed him with a thick loufa sponge and dried him with a warm fluffy white towel and led him to the bed.

  She turned off the lights, leaving the room aglow with the light from the many candles. She knelt on the bed and put her hands to the tie that held her peignoir together and then shrugged her shoulders. He lay on the bed staring up at her as if she were an angel, and tonight, for him and him alone, she was. She put her hands on the bed, leaving her on all fours. He reached for her breasts and tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down with just one finger, again shaking her head no.

  She climbed over him on all fours, her shoulder length dark curly hair framing her face as she looked into his eyes. He whispered “I’ve been waiting for this.” She bent to kiss his lips, loving the taste and texture of them. She whispered against them “Do you have any idea how many times I have laid in this bed and masturbated thinking about this night?” she asked. He stared at her stupefied. She licked his chin playfully, “Do you know how many times I’ve cum when you touched me, or after we’ve been together?” She sucked at his neck. “Do you know how many times I have wanted you to tear my clothes off and fuck me even when there were people all around us?” Her tongue circled one of his nipples. “I have been in a perpetual state of horniness since the night we talked in the bar.” Her tongue traced a wet line down to his navel. Every time I change clothes, every time I am alone in my car I stick my fingers in my pussy and wish it was you.” “I even came rubbing up against the washing machine when I was doing the laundry last weekend. I’ve become obsessed with making love to you” she said. “And tonight I’m going to make you pay!” Her head swooped down and engulfed his swollen cock.

  It was erotic and it was fun. She kept her eyes on his fac
e as she licked and tickled. She sucked his balls into her mouth and slowly let them out again. She lifted the heavy sack, cupping his balls in her hand as she licked the seam all the way down between his legs where the seam started. She licked his belly while his jutting penis batted against her cheek. She halted her oral exploration occasionally to suck his hard cock into her mouth, taking him in as deep as her mouth would allow, damning the gag reflex that kept her from swallowing into her throat.

  Over and over he reached for her, wanting to touch and taste her, but she insistently pushed him back, telling him his time would come. Her pussy was on fire, but she kept her hands on him. When it got to be too much for her, she spread her legs over one of his and gently rubbed her clit on his bare skin. She came twice like that, stifling her cries by stuffing his dick into her mouth. She had him trembling on the bed, his cock aching for her. She froze over him, her hot breath on the sensitive skin of his cock. She felt the trembling in him begin, and saw his ball sack start to hitch up and down. She blew lightly on the head of it and the cock began to jump as if it were being lifted in the air by an unseen hand. His cum began boiling out of the slit in the end, and she quickly capped it with her sucking mouth. She swallowed hard, pulling more of the sticky white stuff into her mouth. She kept it inside until it stopped jumping and his ball sack settled down. When he was through cumming, she let the softening cock fall from her lips. She stood quickly and brought the cheese tray to the bed and two stems of wine. She helped him to drink, he looked as if he’d just completed a marathon in summer heat. He tried to talk once more, but she quickly shoved a strawberry into his mouth, and handed him a piece of cheese to nibble. “You’re going to need your strength” she whispered to him. “That was for me as much as it was for you.” She reached under the bed and came up with a handful of silk scarves. “I can’t stay that still when you do that for me, you’re going to have to tie me down!”