Jamie laughed, then awaited what she knew was coming.
"What does your mom do?" Jason asked with genuine curiosity.
Jamie looked back down at the wooden floor and guided a strand of her hair back behind her ear. "She didn't work. She had issues."
Jason respectfully did not ask, just giving a concerned nod.
"She struggled with depression and it was a real damper on my childhood," Jamie admitted.
Understandably, Jason admitted his own families torment. "Well, I know what it's like to go through painful experiences like that. My younger sister...," Jason collected himself, took a sip of coffee, and continued. "..she was killed. This was about ten years ago. She was 17."
Jamie put down her latte. "Oh my God," she was able to utter. She didn't want to ask how.
"She was murdered. It has taken everything to just function normally," he continued. The mood had taken a dark turn. Jason, sensing the tension, attempted to gain the happy atmosphere back. "Where did you get those steel blue eyes from?"
Jamie smiled. "My dad gave me these."
Their conversation shifted back to friends, good restaurants, television shows and movies. Time had elapsed quickly. Jamie, previously keeping track of time, had slipped away from that. She was genuinely lost in conversation and making a good impression. She happened to pull her sleeves down because she was getting chilly, then noticed her watch.
"Oh shit! I have to be in class in fifteen minutes. I got to go!" Jamie erupted.
"Let me give you a ride there. I'll get you there on time," Jason said.
"I am seriously going to accept that, I will be late if I don't," though Jamie's heart was racing at the proposal. "Thank you so much!"
They walked outside the coffee shop. The sky had turned gray, looking quite like it was about to rain. Jamie followed Jason back behind the building to the parking area.
"I had to park this back here so the hippies in there wouldn't lynch me," Jason said proudly.
He drove a large white Dodge Ram. It was lifted, so Jamie had to step up to even get inside. The interior was clean and smelled like a new car. Jason started the truck with a rumble. He drove out of the parking lot and took her over to campus. They made it to her building with six minutes to spare. With a thank you, she opened the door to get out.
"When can I see you again?" Jason asked intently.
"When do you want to see me again?" Jamie asked with a smile.
"Well we need to go on a real date now. Let me take you out to dinner on Friday night. That is, if you don't have anything planned," Jason said.
"Sounds great. Text me," Jamie said. She thought that Jason might kiss her. He maintained eye contact. The truck was large enough to where one of them would have to lean a good ways to make a move. She smiled and stepped out of the truck. Jason, once he saw Jamie enter her building, punched his steering wheel and muttered "Damn!". He sighed, smiled, and accelerated off campus.
4. Body Heat
Jamie sat in her bathroom getting herself ready for her first nighttime date with Jason. Her hand trembled as she attempted to apply mascara, reminding her of the days back in high school, where she would get dolled up to go on dates. She would walk downstairs and get criticized by her mother about what she was wearing or how much makeup she had on. Her mother was probably right. She had never admitted it to herself before.
Jason had talked to her earlier in the day and suggested an Asian bistro place in town. It was fancy by Evanston standards, so she decided to go with the black dress.
Jamie finished early so she turned on the television, not necessarily to watch but to hear the white noise while she peeked out of her window for headlights to approach. She eventually heard the recognizable low sound of Jason's truck coming down the street. She felt happy. Someone was walking up the staircase towards her apartment. Then a knock.
"Hey! You look beautiful!" said Jason.
"Thank you! You're all snazzed up!" Jamie exclaimed. Jason was wearing a green button up and tie with a pair of black slacks. This was the first time Jamie had seen him out of blue jeans or a police uniform. They walked down to his truck where they climbed in and drove downtown.
They had a nice dinner, each one intentionally straying away from heavy topics. Both Jamie and Jason knew not to go into family issues while attempting to impress one another. When they were through, Jason took Jamie to the movies. This had been a rarity ever since Jamie went to college. She use to do things like this in high school. It felt new again. After the movie, they walked out of the theater holding hands. Jamie could see that Jason had huge hands, provoking her to imagine how big his penis was. On the ride home, Jason made a proposal.
"I have a bottle of wine at my place. I really need you to come over and drink it with me."
Jamie could not think of an excuse. It was Friday night.
"I would love to, as long as you are sober enough to drive me home tonight," said Jamie, her attempt at trying to sound as non-slutty as possible. Jason agreed and they were on their way to his house. He lived on a quiet street in a nice part of town. They pulled in the driveway of a small yellow house, his squad car parked beside them.
"Let me give you the grand tour," Jason said.
He opened up the door and turned on the light. His house was decorated well by single guy standards. There was nice furniture and art hanging on the wall.
"Put a movie in while I open up this bottle," Jason yelled from the kitchen.
Jamie thumbed through his movies and put in a blu-ray of one of her favorite comedies. She heard the distinctive popping of a cork.
"Argentinean Malbec, the best," proudly proclaimed Jason, as he filled two wine glasses. He carefully brought them into the living room, sat down next to Jamie, and offered the glass to her. The wine tasted bitter to Jamie, not being use to dry wine. She made an unflattering face before swallowing and saying, "This is good!" Jamie had scaled back her alcohol consumption that past few weeks but now she felt back home.
The two watched the movie and shared funny stories from college. The wine's effect was taking charge. Jamie's face felt hot under her eyes, three glasses in. The bottle was soon empty. Jason told Jamie a joke about how at police academy he had earned the nickname "Matt Damon" because of his resemblance to the actor.
"I could see that," said Jamie. "I was thinking more like Tom Brady though."
Jason grimaced with displeasure. "Please never say that again." He was impressed with her football knowledge, though Jamie had mainly seen him in tabloids instead of the football field.
"I'm a Bears fan. I would rather look like Ditka than Brady," Jason said emphatically.
Jamie smiled and gazed into his pair of emeralds. In a sudden but fluid movement, Jason leaned over and kissed Jamie. She was taken by surprise, although she had anticipated and hoped for it. She put her hand on his shoulder. He pulled his head back and smiled, gazing into her eyes with a face that oozed confidence. Seeing her approval, Jason went in again, this time open mouthed. He moved his left hand to the back of Jamie's head to caress while their tongues danced. Jason's right hand touched Jamie's hip, as her hand wrapped around his waist. Periodically unlocking and staring at each other, they continued kissing and touching for several minutes. Jamie could feel herself getting wet whenever she moved her thighs. Jason leaned in and whispered in Jamie's ear, "Follow me." He held her hand and guided her into his bedroom. Jamie usually wasn't that kind of girl, the girl who had sex on first dates. She thought that really it was their second date, attempting to justify it to herself.
Jamie climbed into bed while Jason turned the dimmer to its lowest setting. He climbed beside Jamie, brushing back her hair and delivering a kiss. His hands touched her stomach, while her hands glided over his rigid back. She could tell that he worked out from touching his toned muscles. Jason kissed Jamie's neck. She didn't tell him that the neck kiss was her favorite. He applied his tongue to the kiss, adding to her pleasure. The strap on her dress had fallen, cueing Jaso
n to bring the kissing to the shoulder. He unzipped her dress with his left hand, right hand gripping her thigh. Jamie helped slip off her dress, exposing her black bra and panties. Jason felt his erection growing. He pulled Jamie in tight for more kissing, their hip bones touching. Jamie ripped off Jason's gray t-shirt, exposing his six-pack abs and hairy chest. She rubbed her hands over his abs, then ran her fingers over his chest. Jason began kissing at the top of Jamie's chest and making his way down. Meanwhile, she was unbuttoning his blue jeans, pulling them down to expose his black boxer-briefs. She could see his erection and it made her feel good that she could turn on such a beautiful man.
They laid next to each other rubbing each other. Jason cupped his hand over Jamie's breast while simultaneously kissing her. He reached behind her, and with the expertise of a woman, unhooked Jamie's bra and threw it to the ground. Jamie had always been self-conscious of the small size of her breasts, but Jason began playing with them unaffected. He crawled on top of Jamie, kissing at her neck, and making his way down to her breasts. He licked and sucked on her nipple. Jamie could feel Jason's penis touching her. She wanted it. More than anything she wanted it inside of her. She grabbed his ass and pulled his hips down into hers, forcing his dick against her.
Jason grabbed Jamie's panties with both hands and slid them down, pulling them off of her ankles and tossing them aside. He began kissing and licking in small strokes on her stomach, slowly making his way down. Jamie usually didn't allow this to happen the first few times having sex with a guy, but she was trapped inside her own passion. She felt his warm breath against her vagina. He began kissing around her clit, with gentle sucking and light strokes of his tongue against her labia. Jamie gasped for air, her left fist tightening around the pillow behind her head, right hand on his broad shoulder. She began to moan, which she had done often during sex, but not with this intensity.
Jamie could feel Jason's stubble rubbing between the inside of her thighs. He took her to an amazing place far into the reaches of ecstasy. His tongue flirted with her clit in small, light strokes, then sliding down into her vagina. She wanted his penis inside of her, but she allowed this magic continue.
After what seemed like half an hour of receiving Officer Chandler's oral heaven, Jamie needed to return the favor. She pushed his head up and he pulled back. She could see through his underwear that his erection was maintained. She slid his boxer-briefs down to his knees, exposing his erect penis. It was big, definitely the biggest she had ever had by a wide margin. He was cleanly shaven down there, which made Jamie much happier to perform. She pushed his chest to make him lie down, and pulled his boxers the rest of the way off. Jamie leaned over her toned Adonis, and inserted his penis into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue under the bottom of the head, and attempted to go down the shaft. It would be physically impossible to go down to the base she thought, so hopefully she can make the most out of what her mouth could handle. She did not disappoint Jason, who was in his own state of euphoria.
Jamie continued pleasuring Jason with her combination of mouth movements and hand stroking. Every few minutes, he would put pressure on her head to back off, avoiding ejaculation. He brushed Jamie's hair with his fingers while being pleasured. Eventually, he maneuvered her to lay back down. He mounted on top of Jamie, his penis glistening. Jamie knew they needed protection, but she didn't say anything. He moved his penis into the opening of the vagina, and started motioning slowly. Jamie was wetter than she had ever been, but his dick needed all of the lubrication it could get to fit into her. With each gentle thrush, he got farther into her. His pubic bone was rubbing against her clitoris, which felt amazing paired with his penis inside of her. He was finally able to go deep into her, which she could feel touch her G-spot. Jamie started moaning louder and faster. She dug her nails into Jason's back. He was not going fast, but delivered constant pleasure. Jamie could feel herself slipping into orgasm. "Harder!" she screamed.
Jason looked down at her, and with a smirk, thrusted his hips deeper into her. He went slightly faster, and knew he was delivering ecstasy. With the intensity of Jamie's moans increasing, he began to rub his thumb over her clit while he penetrated. Jamie, moaned louder, and finally climaxed into the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. She felt like she had been struck by lightning, in a good way. Jason stopped momentarily to let Jamie have her moment. He never pulled out, remaining inside of her. When her breathing died down, he kissed her, and started thrusting again. She was surprised, but instantly felt like she was going to orgasm again. He pushed harder, and pulled Jamie's hair lightly. She erupted into orgasm once more, moaning from the pleasure. Jason pulled out and walked over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer. He opened a condom and slid it up his penis. Jamie was glad he did this, even though she would have allowed him to continue as is, risk and all. Jason mounted her once again, and she felt his huge penis come back inside of her. She admired his body while he was at work. With a squint of his face and an intimidating grimace, he ejaculated inside of her. She could feel his penis throbbing and pumping inside of her. Momentarily, he pulled out, shiny with perspiration, glistening like a Greek God. She had never been treated to anything quite like that. He collapsed beside her.
"Can I keep you?" Jamie asked with a smile. Jason smiled back and laid his head on her shoulder.
"Be careful what you wish for," he said back jokingly.
They both fell asleep next to each other, exhausted and happy.
5. Sickle
Officer Jason Chandler pulled into his own driveway, off from a ten hour shift but just beginning to get to work. He walked inside and flipped the lights, heading down the hallway to his office. He booted his computer up and sat down in the chair. He typed in address into maps, and zoomed in on his destination. The printer started up and delivered the coordinates he needed. He changed out of his uniform into a black shirt and jeans.
He grabbed his jacket and headed back outside. He hauled a case out of the trunk of his squad car and put it in the backseat of his truck. The truck started with its distinctive rumble and he was on his way.
The street lights of Evanston moved across Jason's face as he drove down the avenue. It was 2:30 a.m., the streets were empty, even devoid of most drunk college kids. He made a right onto Green Street. This was the neighborhood the rich part of town stayed out of. 219 Green, his destination, was on the right. He killed the headlights and parked parallel to the street. The house was dilapidated, junk thrown all over the yard. Jason opened his truck door, stepped out, and examined the area. Nobody was in sight. He shut the door and stepped towards the house. There was an illuminating glow coming from the front window, suggesting someone was watching television. He stepped up on the front porch. His hand reached down and twisted the knob. Unlocked, peculiar considering the crime rate in this part of town. He opened the front door slowly. The wave of stench hit his face, a mix of rotting trash and stale alcohol. He stepped in quietly and closed the door. He walked slowly from the foyer to where the television was. He could hear the volume now, an infomercial for a Super Juicer 3000. The blue light from the television hit Jason's face as he crept in. Asleep in the recliner was a man, overweight, in his forties. Beer cans scattered the floor. Jason stood over him. The man had drank himself to sleep. Jason pulled a pair of leather gloves from his pocket and put them on. Then, drew his 9mm berretta from his holster. He flipped the safety off, aimed at the man's slumped head. Hoping the man would wake up and beg for mercy, Jason hesitated. He fired the gun three times, once in the head and twice in the chest. The beer cans on the floor were now sprayed with blood. Jason walked calmly out of the front door and into his truck. He started it and drove off calmly down the street.
While driving, he noticed several lights come on inside houses he was passing. Gunshots were common in this neighborhood, so he knew the police had suspects in mind and would talk to the same witnesses they always did. He turned back onto Grand Avenue, following the speed limit as to not draw attention. He drove for about
two minutes before he saw the first police officer fly by him with lights on. Car #12, that is Ramsay. Stupid rookie would puke his guts up when he saw what was waiting for him.
Jason pulled into his driveway and turned off his truck. He stepped outside and removed his gloves. He put them in a paper sack on his porch that he had left there earlier. He fiddled with his keys and opened up his house. He set his bag on the counter, walked over to the refrigerator, opened it up, and grabbed a beer. He walked over to his chair, flipped on the television, and cracked open his beer. Flipping through the channels, he saw the infomercial for the Super Juicer 3000 again. There would be new shows on at 3:00, in about ten minutes.
6. Genesis
Jamie and Alicia ate lunch together on a sunny Tuesday. Her grades slipping lower, Jamie hoped for a resurgence before finals, which were quickly approaching.
"So, how are you and Jason?" Alicia asked with a wry smile.
"We're doing good. He's almost too good to be true. Sweet, charming.."
"He is quite the looker too," Alicia chimed in. "Have you guys had sex yet?"
"Yeah, holy shit. It is amazing. He knows how to please," Jamie said.
"Is he pretty big? He is a tall guy," Alicia asked.
"Yeah. He wears magnums. I was sore for a couple of days," responded Jamie.
Alicia laughed. "So it sounds like you found the perfect man. That means he has to be hiding some deep dark secret. I just can't believe your dating the police officer who saved us."
"Yeah it's strange. I kind of like that he is a cop though. It's kind of a turn on for me," Jamie said. "Really though, he has had kind of a sad life."
"Why do you say that?" Alicia asked.
"His sister was murdered a few years back. I guess she would have been our age, but she was killed when she was seventeen," Jamie explained.
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