The Officer (Forbidden Encounters 2)

Looking down in the shower, the cold water pouring down my lean body. It did nothing to soothe the aching in my loins. I was still erect and rock-hard for her. Sliding my hands down my abdomen to my shaft, I closed my eyes in pleasure, imagining the hand around it was hers. It was her body I imagined before me in the shower. I imagined lifting her and wrapping those silky legs around my hips as I drove into her, pushing her hard against the cold shower wall. She'd cry out, I know she would. She’s a virgin, and I want to be her first. I relished the sensation around my cock, I began moving harder and faster, imaging the way her eyes would darken in surprise, shock, and pleasure. I'd feast on those cool hard breasts, her nipples hard against my lips as I thrust into her, causing those firm breasts to bounce against me. I would take her, consume her, and she would be mine. I all but collapsed against the shower wall at the glorious release.

Ugh, and then the feeling of shame and self-loathing had sunk in as I cleaned up the mess on the shower floor. I told myself that the most significant contributor to the feeling was that I had masturbated to the thought of a minor.

She isn't a minor now. is it still wrong, though? I wonder to myself at the age gap, shaking my head. She's twenty years younger and most likely a virgin.

If I were anyone else, not an officer of the law, maybe it wouldn't be such a big deal. Was it actually a big deal to me, though, or did I just feel like it should be a big deal, and that's why I couldn't pursue her?

Alright, that's it. I'm done thinking about this, and I am calling it a day. I'm going fishing, I decide as I stride out of my office, banging the door closed behind me.

Walking back to the front of the department, I nod to Sergeant Fleming.

"Where

are you going?” he asks in surprise. “Are you leaving already Sir?" the sergeant calls after me.

"I'm goin' fishin'," I say, slamming the heavy wooden door behind me. I need to get this girl out of my head. I need to be alone. I can’t concentrate when I have her filling my mind, and my mind imagining filling her body.

Chapter Three

Lucy

"Hey, Annie," I call to my biggest fan.

"What do you want, girl?" she snaps to me.

I can't even pretend to be offended. I know I'm making progress on her. The first two weeks, Annie practically ignored everything I said.

"I'm clocking off now. I just wanted to let you know before I ran out."

She makes a grunting sound in my direction before opening her next tabloid.

I don't know how she can stand to read those things. Half of it can't possibly be true. There's no way Taylor Swift is dating Kanye West. I roll my eyes as I walk out of the convenience store.

I guess that's the most news that we get in a Podunk town like this. I swear the first chance I get; I am out of here. I just have to figure out what's keeping me here in the first place. I could've gone straight to college like Abbie. She offered to pay for my entire education. I didn't take her up on her offer, though; I decided to take the summer off to explore new avenues and work instead. That's why I stayed, right? I ask, questioning myself. It can’t be that I have a strange fixation on a man more than twice my age. And isn't that fucking sexy? An older man, maybe he can teach me a thing or two, I muse as I stroll across the street waving at the cars that honk as they drive-by.

What can a man like Kenton Traverse teach a girl like me?

Honestly, I guess he can teach me everything. I don’t have much experience with men, but I have my fantasies, and God knows I have plenty of those involving Chief Sexy. I wonder what would he say if I called him that?

Of course, I’m not the only girl who thinks of him as Chief Sexy. He was the main topic, especially about DILFs during traditional teenage girl sleepover parties. And when we played Fuck, Marry, Kill, we all chose to fuck him. Well, everyone except me. I decided to marry him because then I would get to fuck him again and again for the rest of my life; I grin wickedly.

I am grinning at the memory now. Maybe one day I will get the chance. Something tells me, though, if I want that to happen, I'm going to have to take things into my own hands. I'm just gonna have to seduce him, I decide with a nonchalant shrug of a toned shoulder. Now that will be fun.

So, I ask myself if I were Chief Sexy, where would I be at 5 p.m. on a Friday? Continuing on my walk down the main street, I notice that his car isn't outside. That could mean he is home for the evening, but experience tells me that he won't be home without Charlie there. Charlie is away for the summer, enjoying the young single life. I miss her so much. Sighing to myself and picking up the pace, I force my thoughts away from my best friend.

So if he isn't at home, he's probably out fishing. That man loves the outdoors, and wouldn't it be fun to go out there and try to distract him in the privacy and quiet of the woods? Heat rises within me as my stomach tightens. The mere thought of him alone in the woods has me aroused. I imagine him waiting for me there, his lean muscled body above me as he takes me for the first time in the grass. God, is that an image. Maybe I can make it a reality, I think, hopeful, now.

Well, I certainly can’t go and seduce him dressed like this. Looking down at myself as I continue to walk across the hot pavement and seeing the worn jeans and the white T-shirt, I cringe a little. This is what he found me in?

Sure, I was cute, but I can do better than this. Now, older men, I think to myself, older men love virgins, right? That's what late-night television told me in high school. That and they mostly like the innocent look. Men want to teach a girl a thing or two, I muse.

I'm not wholly deceptive. I actually am an innocent virgin. Completely. I've never even had oral sex, although I did my share of making out last year while I was in Mexico with Abbie.

Despite that, I am dedicated to my mission, and I desire him more than anything else. It isn’t so wrong. After all, I'm legal. Shrugging to myself and walking across the final few steps of dirt, I unlock the door to my home.

It isn’t much, but it isn’t bad. It’s mine, and what more can a girl ask for? I know Abbie wants me to move into the mansion with her soon, but I'm going to try and enjoy my privacy for a little while longer.

Walking to my room, I open my closet and pull out my best sundress. Red, I decide, the color of passion and sex. Stripping off my skinny jeans and tee-shirt, I pause to look at myself in the mirror. I have to admit; I am quite attractive. My body is long and lean from years of track races and tanned from my habitual morning runs. I wouldn't say I'm willowy. I'm more toned, leaner, with slight curves of hip bones and subtle breasts.