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Officer Jason



The weather for the past 2 weeks had been hot - almost unbearably so. The

humidity was high and you'd break a sweat in your car just sitting there

waiting for the a/c to kick in. The nights, like tonight, were no different.

Barely seeing the temperature dip below 75 degrees after dark, it was the

kind of weather that drove you crazy.

She went for a walk about 11:30pm to the convenience store on the corner

about 4 blocks away. It was stuffy inside her apartment and the cool shower

she took 10 minutes ago didn't relieve her discomfort. She wore a thin tank

top, cutoff jean shorts and those cheap see-thru plastic sandals you buy for

$5 at the swap meet. There was a slight breeze outside which felt good on

her tanned skin.

It was a good 5 or 6 degrees cooler inside the store compared to the outside

temperature. Unconsciously, she crossed her arms over her chest to hide the

hardening of her nipples under her tank top. Her hair was still wet from the

shower - she had just combed it back off of her face - and the wetness made

the cold temperature seem even colder. The store clerk was a pimply faced

creep who wore a scrappy t-shirt from some rock-and-roll band under his

uniform smock. He leered at her, practically drooling, as she went from one

side of the store to the other. She was more than happy to get out of the

store with her purchase.

She bought a litter bottle of peach flavored sparking water and one of those

big orange and red popsicles. She set down the bag that contained her water

and fought with the plastic wrapper on the popsicle. It was already melting,

getting sticky syrup all over her hands.

Officer Jason Burke watched her as she had entered and left the store. He

watched her open the popsicle and bite off that first cold bite of frozen

syrup, holding it on her tongue for a minute before breaking it up some more

and swallowing it down. He watched her absentmindedly wipe some of the

melted popsicle across the front of her tank top - taking a mental note of

her erect nipples. She didn't notice his black and white patrol car parked

in the parking lot, and she certainly didn't notice him walk right by her

while she was fiddling with the wrapper. He inhaled deeply as he went in the

store to purchase his jumbo coffee. She used one of those floral smelling

shampoos that left you surrounded in an invisible cloud of fragrance.

"Did ya see the jugs on her? Made me hard." , the cretin behind the counter

1/2 sneered, 1/2 giggled. "Dayy-umm... and that ass... all the right amount

of 'cushion for the pushin''. Woo-Hoo!!"

Officer Burke said nothing out loud - just gave the creep one of those long

hard looks that said, "Yeah, right... just give me a reason to send you to

jail you idiot. Let you curl up to Bubba in some cell somewhere and let

Bubba get a look at YOUR ass. Let's see if YOU have enough 'cushion for the

pushin".

The cretin nervously smiled as he rang in the officer's jumbo coffee,

"That'll be $1.10 please". He paid the cretin in exact change and headed for

the door. He rarely accepted the 'freebies' some merchants gave to local

cops because it could lead to conflict of interest charges later on down the

road.

He got back in his police car and took a few sips of his coffee. "Oh yuck",

he thought to himself. "It's nuts to drink hot coffee when its so hot

outside. I shoulda gotten one of those popsicles". His mind drifted back to

the girl from the store and he thought he'd start up the car and follow her a

little while to make sure she got home safely.

She was only 2 blocks away. She was finished with her popsicle already and

had stopped under a streetlight to take a sip of her water. Seeing an

opportunity to talk to her, he pulled up alongside her and turned on his red

and blue lights long enough to get her attention. Startled, she spilled a

little water down her chin. The water ran down her neck, down her chest, and

down beneath her tank top to places unknown.

He sat in the car as she walked over to the passenger side and knocked on the

window. "Well, at least she isn't shy", he thought to himself and rolled down

the window. A burst of hot air wafted in, bringing with it the scent of her

freshly washed hair. She leaned in through the window and noticed the name

badge on his right breast pocket, it read "Burke".

"Jason? Jason Burke?? Oh my god, we went to high school together! Over at

Springdale!", she exclaimed.

She noticed the shocked look on his face turn to one of confusion -

obviously, he didn't remember her well all. "Uh, yeah... I remember you.

You were on the track team, right?"

She fumbled with the passenger door - "Yeah, I was. I ran the 440 and came

in second at State. You were on the football team - a receiver, right?

Hey... Ya gonna let me inside here or what?"

He leaned over and unlocked the door. She opened it quickly and jumped in.

It was nice and cool inside the car. He took notice of her tanned thighs and

felt the urge to control the slight stirrings in his loins. "I didnt know

you wanted to be a cop", she started, while rolling up the window. "What got

you to do it?" He answered her and they briefly discussed how they each had

moved away from home after high school and how they ended up in Los Angeles

County. It wasnt a long conversation - maybe 15 minutes at the most. He

liked watching her - the way she moved as she opened her water bottle and

took a long drink. She began to fidget; the conversation died and she was

thinking about asking him for a ride home in his air conditioned car - rather

than walking the short distance in the heat.

"Would you like a ride home from here?", he asked before she had a chance to.

She had a mouth full of water and simply nodded yes. He turned the car away

from the curb, when another car sped by - nearly side swiping them. He

slammed on the brakes and stopped in time to avoid an accident involving the

car... but she wasn't as lucky... she just spilled what was left of her water

all over her chest and lap. The water quickly soaked into her tank top,

making it stick to her skin. Her wet skin glistened under the glow from the

streetlight. "Oh man. I am so sorry", he appologized. "No biggie Jason...

its only water".

He pulled the car away from the curb and drove her the short distance to her

apartment. He found himself driving under 10 MPH... and he found himself

staring at her breasts through her wet tank top. She noticed him watching

her and she turned to face him, straightening her back so that her breasts

lifted higher. The water on her skin had already dried, leaving a slight

stickiness from the peach flavoring.

He pulled up into the parking lot of her apartment complex and stopped the

car. A few of the local color (aka gang members) were hanging outside the

entryway to the building. Sensing her unease, he offered to walk her to her

apartment door. She gladly accepted his offer and she felt safe under his

escort.

She opened her apartment and he noticed the lights were out - hopefully she

lived alone, he thought. "I'd ask you in, but I'm sure you need to be

getting back to work... and I am feeling sticky from that peach water", she

said - looking up at him with a little smile on her face. Her heart was

beating faster and her breaths were deeper. He could see that her nipples

were still hard and he wanted so badly to touch her breasts. To caress them,

to take her in his arms and kiss her hard.

In reality, he stood there, hesitating... this is one of those awkward

moments: should he kiss her, or not? She grabbed his hand and placed it on

her chest, on the exposed skin above her breast,"See how sticky I am? I

better take a bath".

And with that, he backed away from the apartment door and said goodnight. He

was halfway to his car when a radio call came in sending him to a traffic

accident across town. Before speeding off, he took one more look towards her

apartment and saw her undressing through the sheer curtains on her window.

The outline of her silhouette burned in his mind - it was as if she were

dancing for him in the red and blue lights reflecting from the lightbar on

the car's roof.

Perhaps she was....