The Touch of a Cop

of martial arts he taught in order to clear her mind of the powerful sexual images that had just taken it over. He looked at her as if he knew exactly what was on her mind, but he answered her question anyway. He didn’t teach any style, as he hadn’t studied any formal style. He explained that he was a retired soldier, and the Army had taught him all he had needed to know about unarmed combat. He came from a modestly middle class family. He was the oldest of three children and had entered the Army right out of High school. He planned to attend college on the G.I. Bill and save the strain and the cost of a college education on his family. They spoke for what seemed like a few minutes, but she heard the bartender welcome in a new shift of young cops. She looked around to her surprise and found that all her friends were gone. Even her partner was gone.

“I didn’t realize it was so late,” he said. “I guess we’d better go,” she told him, “the sun must be coming up outside!” Neither of them was ready for the night to end. It was a cool morning, but not cold. They stopped briefly outside the bar and watched the sun come completely up above the horizon. It was glorious. “I’m really not ready to call it a night” he said, “unless you are.” She asked him how he liked his eggs and took his hand.

All through the night of conversation he had touched her. Her fingers, her hand, the inside of her forearm, her wrists; it had all been done idly and inoffensively. His arm casually around her waist felt as natural as if they had been friends their whole lives. When they found their heads close together there was no sense of having their personal space invaded, it just felt…natural. The first time their lips met was no surprise to either of them. The heat of her body’s response to his kiss was a major surprise to Cassie.

Her response triggered an alarm inside her. She knew from experience that her sexual responses were not always in her best interests. Her bad boy attraction for her ex had proved that…but this guy was different. “No way,” she thought, “am I going to just hop into bed with some guy I just met?” She pleaded exhaustion and asked if they could continue at some other time. He smiled and kissed her gently, asking if they could see each other again sometime.

Tired as she was, Cassie couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking about his eyes, and how his strong hands had been so gentle on her. She flushed when she remembered how he had seemed to read her mind when she wondered how he would be in bed. Her hands had been unconsciously touching herself where his fingers had been. She hitched up the long tee shirt she wore for sleeping and raised her knees up under the sheets. Throwing one arm over her eyes, she began leisurely running her fingers down to her pussy. It was surprisingly damp already. She thought of him watching her, seeming to read her mind. She felt again the sweetness of his lips brushing hers. She thought of his hands going other places on her body, places he had not even seen. She felt her own fingers penetrate her seemingly of their own volition and she shuddered because it felt so good. Suddenly she was imagining his gentle fingers inside her pussy instead of feeling her own. Cassie wondered how big his cock was, and how hard it would be. How would it look, pulsing in her soft capable hands. How would it feel to have his scalding hot cum running over her fingers. She came with a wrenching, jarring sensation in her belly.

Even her ex didn’t know how much she loved making a man cum. She had often cum just from the feeling of sheer feminine power, watching the hot cream spilling from the end of his cock. More times than she could remember she had opened her mouth to him, taking his essence into her while staring into his gorgeous eyes. When she watched the look on his face as she gulped at him greedily was the only time she felt he truly belonged to her and her alone. Once she had ridden him until he was just on the brink of his orgasm and leaped off of him, quickly moving her mouth to where her hot grasping pussy had been seconds before. His loud moans and the involuntary jerking of his body as he shot into her mouth gave her a sense of pleasure at her mastery so intense that she came as well, squeezing her legs together, trying to hold the feeling inside her. He was even nice to her for a few days afterwards.

“You seemed to be kinda cozy with Virgil the other night” Steve said. “He’s a nice guy” she responded, “I liked him.” Instead of teasing her more about Virgil, Steve began to tell her of the gossip making the rounds about him. He seemed happy to tell her of what he’d learned, what he knew versus what he’d just heard. He knew that Virgil was forty three, had never been married, had been a highly decorated soldier. There was a rumor going around that he was a Medal of Honor recipient, but that had not been confirmed. Cassie wondered if Steve had ever learned how to turn on his home computer and use the internet. A Medal of Honor was very simple to check, and the citation was posted with the award…anyone with internet service could look it up in seconds. Steve had heard from the gossip that Virgil had killed all six of the bank robbers in mere minutes with his bare hands. The F.B.I. had taken over the case, as was the case in any bank robbery or kidnapping. Usually the kidnapping was plea bargained down to unlawful imprisonment in a robbery, to keep the juries from feeling pity for the defendants because the cops “loaded up” all the charges they could to make an example of them. She thought the idea was absurd, but in this case the point was moot wasn’t it? The perps would never get a trial.

“What would you say to a picnic in the City Park?” Virgil asked her over the phone just before their next set of off days. Cassie took a moment, because she didn’t know if she’d mentioned Tina in their earlier conversations. Better to find out now if he’s the kind of man who turns tail and heads for the woods at the mention of children she thought. She took a deep breath and plunged right in. “My daughter lives with me on the weekends, she stays with my Mother when I’m working swing shifts” she said into her cell phone. “How old is she?” Virgil asked. She explained that her daughter was a rowdy ten year old tomboy. Virgil didn’t seem to bat an eye. “Does she like dogs?” he asked. Cassie laughed and told him the biggest problem she had with her daughter was that Cassie wouldn’t let her have a dog. “You don’t like dogs?” Virgil asked her. “I love dogs,” Cassie said, “but my mother is allergic to them…and Tina has to stay with her when I’m working swings. We couldn’t take care of one.” “Well, if she likes dogs bring her with us” he said, “that doesn’t sound like an insurmountable problem to me!” Cassie laughed and asked what she should bring. Virgil told her to bring Tina and he would handle the rest. They agreed to meet at the park.

The day broke bright, sunny, and warm. Cassie set about her regular weekend chores with energy, and Tina helped. Both were looking forward to the picnic, and Tina was ecstatic about getting to play with the dog. Cassie couldn’t resist packing up a bottle of White Zinfandel to take on the outing. She didn’t mind drinking a few beers with the guys, but she preferred the light wine. It would probably go passably well with whatever Virgil picked up at the local fried chicken or barbecue place.

“Where’s the dog?” Tina asked immediately after she introduced Virgil to her. He grinned and whistled one short piercing blast. Across the park came an answering bark, and Cassie turned to see a brownish black blur racing towards them carrying a Frisbee in its mouth. The dog was obviously delighted to meet Tina, and it started to rise up on its hind legs and lick her face. Virgil said, so quietly that Cassie barely heard him “Sit.” The dog obediently sat in front of Tina. Tina looked wide-eyed at Virgil, “Can I pet him?” Virgil smiled at her and nodded. He said, “Mind your manners Bear,” and the dog raised its paw to shake hands with the happy girl. “Bear, this is Tina. She’s our new friend. And this is Cassie.” The dog turned to extend his paw to Cassie. “He’s adorable! What kind of dog is he?” she asked. Virgil said “Heinz” with a perfectly straight face, and Tina looked at him with puzzled eyes. “Like the steak sauce” he laughed, “57 Varieties!” Mother and daughter both laughed at the old joke and Tina ran off with Bear for a game of Frisbee.

Virgil went to his Jeep and brought out a giant two-handled basket to take over to the picnic tables. “We’d better get a place before they’re all taken” he told Cassie. “I’ll come back and get the cooler in a bit.” Giving him a mock scowl, she ran to the Jeep to get the cooler. By the time she reached the tables she wished she hadn’t jumped to the conclusion that he thought she was helpless…the damned thing was heavy!

To her amazement, Virgil began to unpack the giant basket with real plates, silverware, and cloth napkins. There was a pickle tray, deviled eggs, a green bean casserole, a roast chicken, and homemade potato salad. “You cooked this?” she asked in amazement. “Couldn’t eat it raw” he told her as he spread the tablecloth. “Geez, my ex couldn’t even work the microwave” she said. Virgil looked at her. “I’ve been on my own for a long time” he said. “And why is that?” she asked, somewhat teasingly but curious as well. “I was married” he said, “to the Army. The nature of my work sent me away to places I couldn’t write from, or call home.” His face was serious, but there was no trace of self-pity or resentment on it. She asked if he had been a Ranger, Special Forces, or some sort of Special Ops trooper, but he laughed and told her he worked for the Defense Intelligence Agency. “I served with those units.” he said,” and collected all their little qualification badges, but they were just that, qualification badges. My job was Intelligence.” She discovered that he had worked in U.S. Embassies around the world, and that he spoke several languages. “Enough about me,” he said, let’s eat. He unleashed another piercing whistle and shortly Tina and Bear came running to the table. Wide-eyed, Tina said “Wow, this is like Sunday Dinner at Grandma’s!”