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Bright light shone through your curtains. It's morning time and you're late for your classes at the community college. Still living at home, you're surprised no one decided to wake you up. Your father leaves early for his job in the city around fifty miles so he should be around but your mother works close to home and usually has your back. She wakes both you and your sister up every day, well except today.
Stumbling into your bathroom in your boxers, you look at yourself in the mirror. With a head of messy blonde hair, you have a tanned face after long years in the country sun. Having medium build, you stand at five feet nine inches, average for your age but short enough to bullied at your school. Taking your morning piss, you whip out your nine inch flaccid dick, a large size in your opinion. You finish your piss quickly and exit your bathroom frantically looking for some clothes to put on. Choosing an old Ming the Merciless shirt and a pair of khaki shorts, you rush past your sister's room and down the flight of stairs leading into the kitchen. Grabbing an apple to hold you over until lunch, you grab your keys and wallet out of the bowl and run out the door.
Quickly unlocking your car, you jump in and make your way to the community college. You live in a small town with a very miniscule population. Everyone knows everyone and word gets around pretty quickly. You pass by a Dollar General which is the biggest name in the whole town other than the customary McDonald's that must be in every American town. You streak onto main street passing by town hall and church and later the courthouse. A few blocks later you pass by the community center which caters to multiple types of events including sporting events, dances, weddings, and even birthday parties. You remember son fond times at the community center as you pass by.
Speeding out of the 'downtown,' you head down the major thoroughfare when you see blue and red lights flashing. You look to your speedometer to see that you were going thirty over the speed limit. Knowing you're in serious trouble, you slow down and pull over. Sitting in your car, nervous about this surefire ticket and how your father will chew you out about it. The cop's door opened and out came a buxom blonde with one of the largest racks you'd ever seen. Like a movie, she seemed to walk in slow motion, her tits bouncing with every step. Your eyes finally make it to her face and you vaguely recognize her from a few of your dad's old college photos. She had a strong face with high cheekbones giving her the Nordic look but accented by a deep Southern tan making her the hottest policewoman you'd ever seen. Her long legs brought her to the car all too soon and she tapped on the window.
Rolling down the window, she leans close. "Do you know how fast you were going?" displaying a significant amount of cleavage which you are pretty sure isn't regulation but who's arguing?
"I was doing 75, ma'am," you respond trying to play honest as a way to alleviate this huge ticket as you shift your hardnening boner into better and more importantly, hidden positioning. Glancing at her name tag, it read MORRISON which you assume is her last name.
She smiles which you hope was a good thing. "You're in a 45 mph zone. That's a reckless endangerment ticket. Let's see that license and registration sir."
You dig out your wallet and pull out your driver's license with a picture of you from 3 years ago. You'd spent a day out at the beach and you left the sunscreen at home. For the next week, you couldn't turn your head and that was forever preserved in your driver's license picture. You dig into the glove compartment getting out your registration, trying to hide your rock hard . Handing both to her, you see her sparkling blue eyes hidden underneath her hat. She takes a deep look at you as if she's looking at an old friend.
"You Tommy's son?" she asks as she looks over the registration.
"Yes, I am," you respond hoping your old man's college buddy will cut you a little slack.
"Tommy and I go way back. We went to college together. I lived across the hall from him. Those were wild times," she said smiling as you wondered how she still looks like she's thirty when you know full well your father went to college nearly 25 years ago. "You know we used to date. Me and your old man were together for a long time."
"Yeah, what happened?" you said trying to make conversation and escape this dooming ticket.
"Turns out we both were cheating. But the kicker was we were cheating with a couple. I had Jeff riding me down the hall while Tommy was railing Stephanie in his room. When we both discovered each other, well it went better than expected. It was a foursome night to remember. He ended up marrying Steph and I fucked Jeff on and off from time to time. Still do."
"Wow, didn't know my mom was into that kind of stuff," you prod as she seems to relax and you feel better about your chances of getting out of this ticket.
"Steph was a wild child, sure was. She had more sex with women than most of the men in the dorms, not to mention the men. She was quite the blower. They used to call her the Machine because she sucked nearly fifty guys off in two hours. Each one blew their loads too. It was impressive to say the least," revealed Officer Morrison. It was kind of exciting to her about your mother's exploits in college. She reveals so little about those days, it often made you wonder.
"Those were the days," the cop says as she stands up showing off her impressive rack. "I expect you want to get out this here ticket. Well there's a deal I give out to special customers and seeing as your dad had a schlong to remember, I want to know if you're a chip off the old block."
Leaning in close, slightly pulling her shirt tighter, "The way I see it you have two options: One, I give you this ticket and you get your license suspended and possibly some jail time. Two, I save this ticket and you come to my house to pick it up. Here's my address." She hands you a slip of paper with an address and a heart. She leans in close her tits pressing against your car window. Reaching into your car, she grabs your hard boner snaking down your pants. "Oh, you are your father's son." Smiling at you, she struts back to her squad car and drives away.
Still struggling to believe what happened and with a huge set of blue balls, you drive to college where you make it in time for your second to last class. You drive up and get out of your car. Walking into the quaint campus consisting of ten classrooms used day and night, there is an ensemble of teens, mothers, and professionals entering the precalculus class, a prerequisite for graduation. You sit in the back, next to a Latin mother of two, Clara, who went back to school to get a promotion at her job. She was always friendly to you and you've never had a problem asking her for help.
She is around her mid-thirties you thought as she still has her young Latina body but its lost its pop after having and raising two children. You could see her beauty with a tanned face and a few wrinkles coming from raising two children as a single mother. Her breasts were big, C-cups if you had to estimate. Her best feature easily was her voluptuous ass, it was large but firm reminiscent of a J-Lo video. You never looked at her body in any sexual way, as you always kept it respectful.
You slide into your seat, putting Officer Morrison's address into your phone. Clara smiles at you as you pull your notebook out of your backpack. Giving her a friendly nod, you settle down for a boring hour of lecture on the wonders of integrals. A few minutes before the lesson ends, you're bored after taking decent notes. You've spent most of the class fantasizing about what the busty officer has in store for you. Tapping on your shoulder, Clara leans over resting her breasts on the table giving you a deep glimpse into her cleavage.
"Do you understand what's going on? He lost me ages ago."
Smiling and always willing to help a fellow struggling student especially as fine as Clara, "Um, he's just going over notation, I can give you my notes after class if you want."
"Oh, that'd be great. But the test is next Monday," responds Clara, thinking that you might need your notes to study with whilst still keeping her breasts on the table.
"I'll be fine, Ms. Clara, I think I've got it."
Clara leans closer oblivious to the free peep show she is giving you, "I told you, Clara is fine. And I won't have you not studying. Can you meet at the library on Saturday? I can give you your notes back then and if you want, we can study some."
Struggling to pull your gaze away from her breasts, you reply hastily, "That'll work. I get off work at midnight so we can meet at about noon, if that's OK with you."
Still naive of your stare, Clara gives you her dazzling smile and says "Noon is perfect. See you then." The bell rings and you barely hear a reminder about the test. You walk Clara to her next class like the gentleman your mother raised you to be and you hurry down to your last class.
You rush into the lab, Chemistry is your next class. This class is filled with a much younger crowd than Calculus, many are recent graduates of the regional high school. You walk over to your best friend and your wingman since the first grade. "Jimmy! What's up dude," you greet as you do your handshake that was forged from hard work and pure boredom. After several seconds of hand slapping and fist bumping, Jimmy finally responds, "Not much dude. Just got lucky last night."
In disbelief that the scruffy, redheaded nerd got a second look from a woman, "Bullshit. Who was unlucky woman?"
"This cheerleader from last week. We met up in the mall and we hit it off. Later, I got it on. She was perfect. I've got pictures," bragged Jimmy showed you a blurry picture of a blond girl face down in his crotch. The true evidence that it was real was his red hair covering his thighs and that birthmark shaped like a U.
"Damn, that's real. What happened after?" you ask definitely interested in your friend's accelerating love life.
"Well we were at a party so once we were done, she went back into the fray. I was tired and left."
Your friend and you quiet down as your teacher begins to go over the guidelines for the lab. Basically, your heating up some substance and seeing what happens if you put different stuff in it. Simple lab stuff and you could breeze through it with your eyes closed. Quickly setting up your lab equipment, you continue your semi-interrogation, "So how far did you go? All the way?"
"Nah dude. A high class chick like that, just a blowjob, no swallow."
"Hah, sucks. So did you get her number?"
"Nah she disappeared. But I hit it and quit it, you know how I do."
Laughing, you say, "Yeah, you don't. That was your first blowjob in what five years."
"No, five months but the pacing has accelerated."
You and Jimmy laugh and work on your lab quietly with a little lab talk and you finish first out of the whole class. Quickly putting the lab equipment back, you and Jimmy take your seats as you discuss the lab.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, if you do not have lab results by now, you can either stay after class or get them from a friend," announces the teacher's assistant.
Most of the class opts to stay and you and Jimmy aren't the most popular students so you walk to the door only to be stopped by Angie.
Angie was a bombshell, with fiery, red hair and an attitude to match. She has been in your class since the second grade and you have a long history of staring at her from afar only to look away when she turns. She didn't have the biggest breasts, B-cup you guessed, but her total body factor was what attracted you. Her stomach was tight after years of soccer, you were pretty sure she had abs. Her ass was what you'd imagine heaven to be, round perfection. It was like a perfect sphere, starting at the small of her back and arching to the top of her legs. Perfectly toned, it was what the perfect woman wants and desires. Angie, however, didn't seem to realize her gifts and seemed to believe that she was simply just another girl.
Angie was the secret love of your life, of course the only other person in the world that knows this is Jimmy, so he give you two a little space to talk.
"Hey, glad I caught you. I've got to go to work, so I can't stay. Can I get the results from you?" she asks as you debate whether or not she knows that you would hold the sky on your shoulders for her to simply talk to you.
Fumbling for words, you respond, "Sure, I...um....well...yeah."
"OK that's great. I'll come by Sunday if that's OK." She hugs you, surprising you and Jimmy and she rushes out the door to her car.
You and Jimmy exchange looks of bewilderment and headed to your cars in shock and awe as the girl of your dreams just offered, no just said she would come to your house. Making a B-line to your car, your heart starts to pound as you get a little nervous as you start to get a little frantic about her impression of you and your house.
Just as you're about to drive home and spruce up the place for Angie's arrival, you remember your speeding ticket.
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