The Touch of a Cop

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