There were several strained days when Zach desperately tried to call Francine. But she wouldn’t answer. He even resorted to threatening her via text saying, if she didn’t tell him she was okay, he’d call her local police precinct to knock on her door for an official welfare check.
She responded curtly.
There is no need. I am fine. Thank you.
Zach wasn’t nearly as petrified as I was. Which puzzled me, because she was his blood mother and all. He shook his head at my insistence that she hated us both forever, beyond death, beyond taxes.
“Ma’s a rare one. She goes into these internal states where she’s just… I guess… just chilling, processing things.”
“Yeah, that’s known as depression.”
“Not exactly. More like incubating. She might call it ‘chewin’ things over.’ ” His accent had a way of flowing from normal speech into a proper southern drawl whenever discussing anything regarding Francine.
But I knew he wasn’t sure. I could tell by the way his strong hands fidgeted whenever we talked about her. I knew he needed to put up a strong front for me. He was always doing that, going out of his way to shield me from any pain.
So I simply thank him for helping me feel better.
I thank him in the mornings after our runs and before he heads out to the Academy. Slipping into the shower behind him, I rub my slick nipples against his back as I reach around and take his shaft in my hand.
I thank him on his lunch breaks, returning to one of our apartments. As soon as he’s through the door, I rush to him, kissing wildly as I free his dick from his running shorts to my eager mouth, as our lunch bubbles on the stove. I am delighted with all I’ve learned. And that the room is filled with the sweet scent of saffron instead of ramen.
It’s just so easy between us now.
So after a couple of quiet weeks, I resolve to enjoy it and just let myself be distracted.
Until I’m driving home from the health food store and get a call from Zach. His voice is urgent, boiling over with anticipation.
“You have to come back to your place. Now. I don’t want to open it without you,” he tells me.
Holy shit holy shit holy shit holy shit.
It’s all I can think. The thunderous beating of my heart is the only thing that exists at this moment.
In Zach’s hand lies the key to a possible future. The only future I want. One where my father can be truly proud of me. But that letter also has a chance of starting with the phrase, “We regret to inform you…”
“Do you want me to open it for you?” Zach asks, eager for my response. “But I really think you should do the honors.”
If I have been accepted, I need Zach by my side, to celebrate. And if I have been rejected, I need Zach by my side, to grieve.
I take a deep breath. I also need to drive home safely, after all. To my amazement, my voice rings out calm and collected.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I inform him.
But I can’t help from stepping on the gas. I race to my apartment, thinking of what being accepted into the police academy would mean for me. It’s been four years since I was in high school and I haven’t been in any academic setting since. With all the hard work I’ve done physically, I know I’ve adopted some healthy habits that would help me in a school setting. But a few doubts and negative thoughts still prickle through the positive ones.
Zach meets me in my apartment’s entryway with the letter in hand. I drop the groceries. They fall like bricks.
He gives me the letter, and rubs his thick hands along his sides, unable to contain his anticipation.
I hold the envelope in my hands. My fingers grip as I read “San Felipe Police Academy” on the return address. I can’t stop aggressively crinkling the sides. Time seems to slow.
“Kayla, you alright?” Zach eyes dart from mine to back at the envelope as if it might jump out of my hands and run away.
Shooting my gaze from the unopened letter to Zach, I take a deep sigh, and share a hopeful look with him. “Here we go.”
Carefully, I tear the right side of the envelope and slide the letter out from it.
“Hey.” Zach places his comforting hands on my face. His expression remains all hope. “No matter what, we can always try again. Easy as pie. Got it?”
I nod my head, somehow managing to stand still while an avalanche of different emotions stampedes through me at once. Fear of failure. Hope. Excitement. Fear of success. Nausea. Uncertainty.
But in one swift flap of my wrist, the letter is open. Those emotions all surge up into one giant column of feeling that reaches the sky.
One of victory.
“Ms. Kayla Thomas. On behalf of the admission board and management, it is our immense pleasure to inform you--”
Before he even finishes reading that first sentence, Zach crouches low on the balls of his feet, and springs up like a tiger. He vaults up, wrapping his arms under my rump, lifting me high, bellowing with triumph, kissing my face repeatedly. “You did it! Hell yes, Kayla!!”
I feel like I’ve been impaled by a harpoon of happiness, barely able to keep myself upright despite being held up by Zach’s muscular arms. I’m in shock. I feel almost weak. I can hardly emote. My mouth doesn’t know how to form a smile, even though that’s all it wants to do. Once Zach lowers me back to Earth, my knees nearly give out. I use the wall to hold myself up and breathe properly.
“Holy shit. I did it. I don’t… Wait. Wasn’t I supposed to take a physical test?”
Zach nods. “All of that is coming. There are three different tests, but they’re only given once you’ve been admitted. That’ll be no sweat. I know for a fact that we’ve gotten you well prepared for the hard labor you’ll be doing once you’re there.”
There is no mistaking the pride in his eyes, which soon darken as he smiles slyly. “And there’s the bonus that you now look amazing, more filled out than ever before.”
Even at this emotional peak, the highlight of my young life, Zach’s words pierce through me, making my smile beam even brighter.
“I couldn’t have done it without you, Zach. You helped me when I really needed you and…”
I can barely catch my breath through the mountain of emotion I have for him. My hand trails down his cheek, down to his collarbone and rests just over his heart. I look up at him.
“I don’t have the words, really.”
But all he does is sigh. One, long, drawn out, elongated sigh, and the mood of the entire room shifts.
His voice is earnest but there’s a grave note swirling in his tone as well.
“I wanted this for you. So it’s truly my pleasure to have this all go so well, to see you so happy.” His thumb grazes my chin. “But now that you’ve been accepted, there is some… stuff we have to talk about, regarding what’s going on between us,” he says looking intently into my eyes.
Instantly, all of the excitement drains out of my body.
“Is it okay if we talk about it now?” he asks, the grave note getting stronger, more urgent.
The mood is already cloudy anyway. I shrug. “Might as well.”
Our short-lived celebration now moves to Zach’s living room where we sit opposite of each other. Silence. He stares down at his feet, unable to bring himself to start the conversation he began in the first place.
“Well,” I pry, leaning forward to try to catch his eyes. “What is it?”
His head hangs low. He runs a nervous hand over the back of his hair and down his neck.
“Here’s the thing. I didn’t want to cross this line until I knew for sure that you’d be in the next session. Kayla, it’s very likely that you’ll be in one or more of my classes. I work with a lot of the recruits.”
I let out an exaggerated scoff, trying to sound funny and to keep the mood at least somewhat light. “You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not a bad thing,” he agrees, flashing a quick, warm smile. His face then resumes its strang
e kind of tension, some variety of businesslike focus. He sits on the edge of the sofa, knees jutting, resting his elbows on them. His lively hands are loose and open, palms facing each other like he’s holding an invisible box. Very purposeful.
I’m starting to wonder if I should be worried.
“It’s just that, when you get checked into admissions and all set up, the first reading assignment for recruits is academy policies and regulations. One of those regulations is very specific. It’s about relationships between recruits and training personnel.”
He’s watching my reaction as he continues. “If we’re going to be seen together in a setting where we both have to act professionally, it would be best if we acted as if we weren’t involved in any way. So we’d just be two people on the same campus. Nothing more.”
He finally raises his head to fully face me as he finishes speaking. I watch him tighten all of his muscles to prepare himself for my retort. It’s hard to think of something to say while I register what exactly he’s suggesting.
I know well enough that it’s not what he wants, but it sounds like we have to act like we haven’t shared the last two months of bliss. We have to act like our new connection hasn’t changed our lives and ourselves.
Zach raises his hands as if I were about to attack him. “Look, before you get any ideas, it’s not because I don’t want to be seen as a couple with you. I mean… It’s just against the rules for someone in a position of power like myself to be dating a recruit not yet on the force.”
His head drops low again, his open palms now strained and outstretched.
“I just don’t want to put my job in jeopardy to be with you. And I don’t want to put my relationship with you in jeopardy to continue doing my job. I think that for your sake and mine, that we should keep our relationship a… secret, for lack of a better word.”
His eyes search mine for understanding.
What he’s saying makes sense. I knew from the beginning that the chances of having to interact with Zach on campus were very high and that we’d have to act like professionals. And while I’m not particularly fond of forcing our flowering relationship to go underground, I can’t deny there is something enticing about keeping a dirty secret that’s unknown to everyone around us.
“That’s something I can agree to,” I offer and nod good-naturedly, wanting to reassure him. “But… would we be seeing each other a lot less?”
Zach draws his strong chin towards his chest and takes a deep breath, as if gathering strength. I mentally run through the scenarios this question poses but soon hit a wall in my thoughts.
Zach answers first, “As a couple, yes. You’ll be living on campus, in the dorms. And we’ll be seeing each other every day that I work. And you know how much I’m there—now, whenever I don’t see you, I’m at the Academy. And I’m sure I’ll be spending more time there overnight so I’ll need to use the instructor’s dorms for sleeping. So even if we can’t spend quality time together, I will try to always stay close by. Near you.”
This is sounding better than I’d feared. This seems like something I can live with.
Though it’s not the best situation, not one I’d chose, if I don’t agree to these terms, I would be inviting an obstacle to block my goal, the only goal I can remember ever having, besides discovering the wonders of Zach’s body.
However, these terms truly suck. Still, they aren’t enough to keep me from becoming a police officer like Dad.
“When do you start?” Zach’s expression is slowly thawing. His bulging, tightened muscles seem to be slowly uncoiling, relaxing, becoming fluid once more. I wonder to myself how long I will have to endure a separation from the sight of his exquisiteness.
I tear my eyes off of him and look down to open the letter. “Monday the 23rd. Yikes. What is that, nine days from now?”
We nod our heads, dazed, realizing we only have one more Friday left before our date nights go into hibernation. One Friday before our relationship hits the snooze button, swept under the proverbial rug.
“So maybe we should take advantage of the time we have before Monday, hmm?” I suggest cocking up one eyebrow.
“And how exactly would we go about that, I wonder…” Zach answers, coyly, matching my intentions.
Without exchanging another word, he leads me to his bedroom and twists around to face me. He peels off his shirt, fast, pulling it over his head while I tear off his workout shorts, relishing the hardness of his muscled abs, hands light around his waist, letting my thumbs trace down beneath his belly button to his sculpted groin.
Inflamed, he tries to push me down, but I grip onto his shoulders, and his forward force sends us both down onto his bed. I roll on top of Zach, pressing my newly strengthened thighs into the mattress and holding his hands down with mine.
I lean down close enough to kiss, but purposely withhold that release. He’s charged. Wanting. And I’m gonna give. It’s just gonna be my way.
“I’m the boss tonight. Alright?”
“Alright,” he answers with a dazed half smile. His voice is low but quivering with excitement.
Zach stares at me like a star-struck fan as I take on the commanding, dominant role, something I’m actually not the least bit familiar with. But I don’t need lessons in wanting him. I just get straight to it.
Zach’s cock is enormous with anticipation. But I don’t have time to check out how wet I am now. I know I will be. I don’t have time for foreplay, either. I need him in me. Now.
Shaft in hand, I guide him without finesse by just stuffing his huge throbbing rod into me. It wasn’t the smoothest entry and I didn’t care. Once I’m able to get the head just inside I slowly ease my weight onto his shaft. Every inch is a wave of grinding ecstasy.
Now that the preliminaries are done, I can get down to business. I place both of my hands on Zach’s chest and slam my pelvis down onto his. I feel his penis twitch inside of me as his head rocks backwards into the bed. He’s loving this. He doesn’t have to say a word, his penis told me everything.
Letting a natural wave rock through my lower body, I ride his cock hard, growing in appreciation and expertise with each motion of my rolling hips. I may be inexperienced in this position, but by the gorgeous vision of his clenched taut body, I know I’m making up for any gaps in knowledge with raw enthusiasm.
Before long, Zach is beginning to moan and grind his crotch against mine, shooting his cock up into me as far into me as it could go. The idea of making Zach cum purely by riding his cock turns me on so much that I ramp up the intensity of my hip movements. Zach braces his hands around my hips as he starts to regain control, fucking into me and showing me very little mercy.
Now it seems like we’re competing with each other, trying to find out who can make him reach his orgasm quicker. I wonder to myself. Would my cock-riding finish him off? Or is he only satisfied by pounding my pussy, using my tight hole like a mindless fuck-toy? If the latter is the case, I’m going to do all I can to change that.
I try to force Zach’s hips lower and lower with each release of my weight until he’s flat on the bed and unable to fully push himself into me. Once he’s in the position I want him in, I go still. I make him more hungry for me.
I lean over to kiss his lips but before he can wrap his arms around me to pull me down on his starving cock, I lean back and in one motion, lift my knee, turning around, rotating to face away from him. Without pause, I rock my hips, bouncing my ass on his cock, giving Zach something new. He shudders and moans his delight at the view of my round, full behind. My own toes are curling at how he’s penetrating me in a way that gives a new sensation of fullness. Of rapture. The shivers running through my body feel as though this position could end my life while simultaneously giving me life.
My instincts follow increasingly wild surges of pleasure with increasingly wild thrusts of my hips. Surely my orgasm is imminent. So I use Zach’s cock as my very own sex toy. I lose control of my pelvis. It jerks with mindless ferocity until reac
hing total meltdown. He empties himself inside of me while I clench onto his ejaculating penis with all of my pussy’s might.
With no ability to stop myself, I seem to drain all of Zach’s energy, pumping his member like my life depends on it. My head is thrown back. I have no awareness of what’s going on beyond our flesh conjoined in bliss. His hands fall slack at his sides as we both ride the waves of our climaxes.
My vision clouds. My awareness dims.
Slowly my breaths remind me where I am. Earth. Land. Zach’s bed.
I look down at him laying flat underneath me, in similar condition. He’s breathing, gorgeous chest heaving, staring ahead unseeing, seemingly far away. I laugh a breathy laugh that is mostly a sigh. He too seems to register his earthly existence once more and starts to blink normally again.
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