A Wicked Summer for Carnal Girls Ch. 01

She could do better.

Officer Flynn's swollen cock juts from his pants.

A deal is a deal.

Gloria kneels and the cool grass feels good on her legs.

She doesn't feel trashy. If anything, she feels trusty. Reliable. Reaching for his shaft, she works him first with her hands, then with her mouth. She is making good on her promise. Officer Flynn places his hands on his hips and watches. She toils on his cock, without the benefit of her own needs driving her on. He combs his fingers into her hair, pets her head. Soon sloppy sounds come from her mouth. His body stiffens. Casting her eyes up, she watches his face as the first splash of cum hits the back of her mouth. She accepts his warm cream, swallowing and swallowing and swallowing.

He drains himself into her tummy.

When he finishes, Gloria lets his cock slip from her mouth with a small pop. Sitting back on her haunches, she wipes her lips with the back of her hand. She feels dirty because she is dirty: sweaty and sticky, her hair knotted with semen, the taste of Officer Flynn still strong in her mouth. Her soiled dress sticks to her ass. She wears nothing under her dress and fully intends to walk home that way, enjoying the feel of the cool night air on her raw sex.

She's a slut and she knows it. Her mom and dad know it. Her counselors at school know it. Her teachers, her pastor. Even these cops.

Everyone knows it.

It's okay. For right now, she is who she is. She can accept it.

She watches Officer Flynn assemble his uniform: he zips his fly, buttons his pants, straps on his utility belt. Quick and efficient. She stands and searches in her purse for a cigarette.

"Walk you home?" Officer Flynn says.

His voice is soft.

"Nah," she says. Her lighter flares. Tossing the lighter into her purse, she leans her backside against the table. Crosses her arms.

Officer Flynn steps to her and tips her chin up with his finger. He looks into her eyes, then tilts his head a few degrees to one side. And then his mouth is on hers. His hands are on her face, cupping her cheeks. He nibbles her lips. His tongue explores her mouth.

He licks her teeth.

Gloria breaks the kiss. She chuckles, shakes her head.

Who kisses a whore?

And then she kisses him again.

She kisses him hard.

Suddenly they two are illuminated in a bright, wonderful, dazzling light. For the second time that night, the park turns from night into day.

Without looking to the cruiser, Officer Flynn raises his middle finger.

Gloria grins.

"Amnesty," Officer Flynn whispers.

He touches her lips with just the tips of his fingers.

He backs away from her for a few steps, his eyes locked on hers. And then he turns and trots across the park toward his partner.

Gloria takes a long drag from her cigarette. She blows the smoke out.

"Amnesty," she whispers to herself. "Amnesty."