The Downfall of Emily Ann

byMaggieSparrow©

Despite my horror I had to smile at that. I shook my head. "Just go."

He held up his hands again and I saw the little boy in him again as he grinned even wider. "Okay, okay I'm going. A man can take a hint."

He turned towards the door, but as he moved towards it he said, "Although the way you were climbing me and grinding against me, you seemed to want it as much as I did."

He looked back over his shoulder at me as he said it and I stuck my tongue out at him. He stopped and turned around to face me. "Don't do that. Don't stick your tongue out at me. Right now you're liable to get a cock shoved in your pretty little mouth."

I swallowed hard at that and at the look on his face and he laughed at me.

He opened the screen door and turned back to look at me. "Miss Gardner...or can I call you Emily since your tongue was just shoved down my throat?"

I just nodded at him. "So Emily, what were you doing at that bar tonight? Were you there to pick up a guy or was I just lucky?"

I felt my face flush at that and before I thought about it I reached out and slapped his arm. "I was not there to pick up a guy! I was looking for something to eat. Everything in this town closes at dark!"

He nodded and his eyes narrowed as he said, "I'd tell you that I've got something you can eat, but you'd probably get mad again."

I bit my lip to keep from smiling and said, "Yes, I would."

He nodded and winked at me. I looked down to try to control my reaction and that was when I saw his pants. "Oh!" I said and he followed my eyes. "You've got a stain on the front of your pants."

He laughed and looked back up to meet my eyes. "Seems I do and it's not mine."

I felt my face flush red again and he laughed. "Thanks for that. Now when I go home to take care of myself I'll have a little piece of you I can taste."

My heart skipped a beat at that and I couldn't help the question that escaped. "You'll take care of yourself...with your hand?"

He nodded. "With my hand."

I couldn't help it. I groaned at that and closed my eyes. I was so close to an orgasm that he could have taken me there just by talking to me.

"I'll be thinking about you," he said and I groaned again.

I felt something soft touch my face and I opened my eyes to watch as his finger gently stroked my cheek.

"Sure you don't want me to stay?" he asked.

I met his questioning gaze and I answered honestly. "I want you to stay more than you can ever know. But I can't."

"I have a condom, if that's what you're worried about," he said quickly and I shook my head. "No. I have condoms too."

It was his turn to frown now. "I never asked. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No."

"A girlfriend," he asked.

"No," I said and laughed. "I like men."

He sighed in relief and turned and stepped out the door. He moved down the sidewalk a few feet before I called out, remembering the name on his shirt, "Officer Thompson."

He turned. "Yes Ma'am?"

"Would you like to come for dinner Friday night?"

He came back towards me and his face was serious as he said, "No."

I felt my heart plunge to my stomach. "No?"

He shook his head. "No. I'll come for dinner tomorrow night. I can't wait until Friday. That's too long."

I laughed in relief. "Okay. Tomorrow night then. Seven?"

He raised an eyebrow. "How about six?"

That made me giggle, but the look on his face was serious. "Okay six then, tomorrow night for dinner."

He pulled the screen door from my hands and leaned towards me and in a whisper said, "Or we can skip dinner, fuck like animals, and eat later?"

I giggled again and reached out and pushed him back. He went with a grin and pushed the screen door shut. "Go in and lock up. We want to keep you safe. People in this town are crazy, but the cops are crazier."

I laughed and shut and locked the front door, but I couldn't help going to the window and pushing the curtain aside to watch him walk to his car. He turned right before he got in and gave me a cocky wave. I laughed and watched as he drove off.

When his car got to the end of the street I was about to pull away, but that was when I saw the nosey old bitch from across the street watching. I smiled at her and shot her another bird.

3

An hour later I was lying naked on my mattress feeling as sated as it was possible to be from the attentions of a mechanical boyfriend. As soon as I had let the curtain drop I had searched out my trusty vibrator. He wasn't the only one who was turned on and I had to do something about it. It took three orgasms before I started feeling some of the edge come off. When I was done I wanted nothing more than to roll over and go to sleep, but I felt dirty.

I got up, washed my vibrator off and was just about to step in the shower when the doorbell rang. I groaned in frustration. I was going to punch the nosey bitch.

I pulled my bathrobe on and stalked to the front door and flung it open. "Leave me alone! I'll get to the damn boxes in the morning!"

It wasn't my neighbor.

"Officer Thompson?" I said hesitantly.

He smiled, but then got serious. "Always check before you open the door. You never know who it could be. Could be some sicko like me."

I smiled at him and pulled my robe tighter around me. The motion made him look down. "Dear God are you naked under that?"

I nodded and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Woman you are going to be the death of me yet."

I watched him silently as he struggled to contain his emotions. When he suddenly shoved a white paper bag towards me I jumped. "Here!"

I looked down, "What's this?"

"A burger, with everything on the side since I didn't know how you take it and onion rings."

"Oh," I said in surprise and looked up at him. "Thank you. That's so nice."

He nodded. "Vanilla or chocolate?"

"Sorry what?"

"He held up a cup holder with two tall cups in it. "Do you like vanilla or chocolate?"

I smiled. "Vanilla."

He raised an eyebrow as he took one of the cups and handed it to me. "Strange, you don't seem like a vanilla kind of girl to me."

I smiled. "What kind of girl do I seem like?"

He shook his head. "I can't tell you that right now because you told me to go home and I plan on always doing what you tell me to do."

"Always?" I asked.

He winked. "At least in the bedroom."

He turned at that and started to walk away, but I called out, "Wait!"

He turned back towards me. "I can't wait sweetheart. If I stand here any longer I'm not going to be able to help myself. I'm going to rip that robe from you and fuck you up against the front door for all the world to see."

He came towards me and leaned down and kissed me quick. "Go in and lock the door. I'll see you tomorrow."

I nodded and went inside and locked the door. After I ate my food and drank my shake I went back to the bathroom for my vibrator. Luckily it only took a few more orgasms before I was finally able to fall asleep.

4

I woke just as frustrated as I had been when I'd fallen asleep. I could vaguely remember snippets of sex dreams that I'd had about the officer and my pussy, despite being sore from overuse of my vibrator, was soaking wet again. In the shower before washing off I quickly brought myself to orgasm, but it wasn't enough to do more than take the edge off. Obviously my months of self-imposed celibacy had been too much and now that my body had been woken up, it wanted to be fully satisfied.

I wasn't sure what to do about that. I wanted him, there was no doubt about that, but that voice in the back of my head that monitored everything I did and passed judgement on all of it, said that it was too soon. Frustrated, I told myself to stop thinking about it and to get busy.

I got out of the shower and quickly dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans, t-shirt and an old hoodie. I piled my hair on top of my head and grabbed my purse and keys before leaving the house. As I turned and locked the front door behind me I could feel the nosey old witch across the street watching me and I felt angry about that. I was here to make a fresh start and instead I had already made an enemy.

Deciding to ignore her I got in my car and drove back towards town. Luckily the grocery store was now open and I went in and stocked up. It took two carts to get everything I needed and the bag boy that helped me out to my car flirted shamelessly with me. He was cute, a towheaded jock with young thick football muscles. My sexual desperation was so bad that I found myself watching his ass as he put the groceries in the back of my Jeep.

I honestly considered asking him back to my house. It would be so easy to fuck him just to take the edge off. I reasoned that it would be killing more than two birds with one stone. I would be getting the sex that I obviously needed, he would get a story for his friends, plus experience, and I would be able to face the cop over dinner without fucking his brains out. It would be a win-win situation for everyone...well, everyone except the cop.

He turned around with a smile on his face and I was on the point of saying something to him when I glanced down. What I saw...or rather, didn't see, stopped me short. His navy pants were tight, too tight, but despite that they were almost flat against the front of him. Obviously he wasn't packing much in the way of cock and that disappointed me.

I was a connoisseur of cock. Had been since I was a teenager. Ever since I was fifteen and had watched my first porn film with an older male cousin I had been curious as to what men were carrying in their pants. It didn't matter how old a man was, what he looked like or even whether or not I was interested in him, I always found a way to glance down and appraise what he had in his pants.

I was a bulge junkie. I was no longer even conscious of doing it. It was just a part of who I was. The same way that men check out women's tits, I check out men's packages and what I was seeing in front of me was disappointing. The bag boy would not be going home with me after all. He must have seen me looking at his crotch because suddenly he moved closer to me. "You're new to town aren't you?"

I nodded at him, uncaring. Now that I was no longer interested in him I just wanted to go. "Well I get off at 3 if you want me to show you around town."

I looked at him. He was cute, in a young athlete kind of way, but I was no longer interested. I was about to decline his offer when I heard, "Billy Wainright don't you think it's time you get back inside? I'm sure Mrs. Williams is looking for you."

I knew who it was before I even turned and just the sound of his voice had the moisture in my pussy increasing again. I turned and Officer Thompson was standing next to his car, which was pulled in the space next to mine, staring at me. He didn't look happy.

I turned to see that the bag boy had flushed a deep red as he nodded and hurried away with the cart. I turned back to the cop and he stared at me, still with that look on his face.

"What?" I asked.

"Were you going to fuck him?"

Shocked, my mouth fell open. "What?"

One of his black eyebrows went up and he nodded. "You were weren't you? You were considering fucking him!"

Of course I had been, but how in the world did he know that?

"Of course I wasn't! What are you talking about? He was unloading my groceries."

He shook his head and finally a smile lifted one corner of his mouth. "Bullshit. I saw you looking at his ass. You were thinking about fucking him."

It was my turn for my face to go red, but there was no way I was admitting any such thing to him. "You're crazy Officer Thompson. He was simply unloading my groceries. That is all."

He threw his head back and laughed and I had to swallow at the sight of his thick, tanned throat, corded with veins. God I wanted to launch myself at him and bite that thick neck so hard that I drew blood and he came in his pants.

Speaking of pants, I quickly looked down, past his gun belt and what I saw made me swallow again. He didn't appear to be hard, but still I could see the faint outline of him again the front of his pants. Despite the split second glance that I had given his crotch, he caught me. When I looked up he was staring at me.

"So it wasn't just that you were wildly attracted to me then. You just need sex and any male in the vicinity will do."

I frowned at him, growing angry. First he had caught me staring at the boy and now at his crotch. Was there anything the man missed?

"Do you insult all women, or just me?"

He frowned. "How is that an insult?"

"You're calling me a whore!"

He laughed again and shook his head. "No I'm not. How does wanting sex make you a whore?"

I took a deep breath. I needed to calm down. I was not going to win with him. He saw too much for that. "Do you still want to come to dinner?"

He didn't say anything for a few minutes so I looked up at him.

"Do you still want me to come?"

I gulped at that word. God, more than anything I wanted him to come. In my pussy, in my mouth, on my chest, I wanted him to come anywhere and everywhere he wanted.

But, I didn't say that. Instead I just nodded.

He smiled again. "Do you want me to bring Billy? We can have a three-way."

I wasn't sure if he was kidding or not. His face was impossible to read.

"No, I don't want you to bring Billy. Just you."

He nodded and turned towards his car, but before he got there he turned back towards me. "I just want you to know..."

He stopped and I stared at him, waiting for him to continue.

"I just want you to know that you can be honest with me. You can tell me anything and I won't judge you or be shocked. Just be honest with me."

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "Why?" I asked him.

He sighed and put his hand on his gun belt and looked past me. "My fiancée, she lied to me. A lot. She never opened up about who she was, about what she wanted. So while I know we've just met...I don't want to go through that again. No matter what it is, no matter how bad you think it is, just say it. I don't judge, and I'm a lot more open-minded than people give me credit for."

I searched his face, but still he wouldn't look at me. Deciding to test him I said, "I woke up this morning soaking wet and aching to be filled. I dreamed about you all night long."

He turned to look at me and there was a grin on his face as he said, "Me too. I mean, I dreamed of you too."

I smiled back. "And yes, I did check out Billy's ass. It's nice. High, tight and plump."

He laughed. "Would you like Billy to go back to your house with you?"

I shook my head. "No. While Billy has a good ass, he seems to be lacking in other areas."

He looked quizzical. "What do you mean? Because he's an idiot? Everyone knows that."

I shook my head and motioned down to the front of my pants. "Billy is as flat in the front of his pants as I am."

At that, a grin split the cops face and he nodded in understanding. "Ahhhh I see. Well I'm about 10 years older than Billy so I don't know about that. Never seen him in the locker room at school or anything."

I smiled back. He really didn't seem shocked. He seemed amused.

I turned towards my own car and was about to get in when he called out to me. "Hey!"

I walked around my car to look at him. "Billy has an older brother, a couple of years younger than me-Bobby. Works at the gas station out on 101. He's huge. Inspired a lot of envy in the locker room, even when he was a freshman."

Using his signature move I raised my eyebrow at him as I asked, "Even you?"

He laughed. "Even me. I'm not that far behind, but he's huge."

I tilted my head. "So what are you saying? Are you saying I should look Bobby up?"

He shrugged his wide shoulders. "If you want. Up to you. Just telling it like it is."

I smiled at him in confusion. I didn't get him. Did he want me or not? If he wanted me, was he really ok with me fucking other guys?

He must have been able to see the look of confusion on my face because he came over and stood in front of me. He was so tall that the top of my head just came to his name tag on his shirt. I wondered what the R stood for in front of his last name. I looked up at his face. Again it seemed as if he could read my mind.

"I want to be the one to fuck you, but I can't right now. I have to go to work. Going to be late already. But I want you to have what you want. So if you need to be fucked right now and you want a big cock, go and see Bobby."

I did want to be fucked right then. I wanted it so badly. Especially with the smell of him, of clean man and starched uniform washing over me, but I wanted him to be the one doing the fucking. I stared up at him, at the smooth tan of his throat, of the dark stubble just under the surface of his skin and wanted to climb him like a tree.

Abruptly he stepped back. "I have to go."

I nodded at him, disappointed and watched as he walked to his car and got in. He looked at me once as he backed out of the space, but didn't wave. I watched him pull out of the parking lot and turn right and I felt sad and more than a little horny. I knew what I would be doing when I got home. I hoped I had enough batteries.

5

Four hours later I had slacked a little of my need with my vibrator, unpacked all of my groceries and put them away, finished the rest of the unpacking and even broken down all the boxes and put them in the back of my jeep. I surveyed my new house and was happy with what I saw. I had six days left before my new job started to enjoy myself and I had a gorgeous man coming to dinner who I wanted to fuck and who seemed to want to fuck me. Life was looking pretty good from where I stood.

I was about to start preparations for our dinner when my cell phone rang. I picked it up, expecting that it would either be my dad calling to check on me or one of my friends, but instead it was a Washington number. That was odd, I hadn't given out my number to anyone here.

I hit the button, "Hello?"

"There is an abandoned gas station on 101, just before you get to Lake Sutherland. I'll meet you there in 30 minutes."

"What?"

"Just do it. 30 minutes. Put Lake Sutherland in your GPS, you can't miss the gas station. Pull towards the back."

And with that, he hung up.

Shocked, I looked down at my phone. How had he gotten my cell phone number? Was that something that was available when he ran my information?

What was going on? Why did he want me to meet him? We're we going to have sex?

My heart turned over in my chest. What was I going to do? Was I going to meet him?

I looked up and met my reflection in the mirror over the fireplace. My face my dirty, my hair was a mess and I knew I was sweaty. The look on my face was comical.

I threw my phone down on the couch and rushed towards the bathroom, pulling my clothes off as I ran. I turned the shower on and got in before the water had a chance to get hot. I screamed at the icy coldness of it, but that didn't stop me from grabbing the soap and lathering up. I was not going to miss out on this chance.

Thirty-two minutes later I pulled into a gas station that looked like it had been abandoned in the sixties. Weeds were growing up through what was left of the concrete and all the windows in the building were busted out. The sun, which seemed to only shine for a few minutes at a time so far, had gone behind a cloud and the sky was overcast again. The dimness of the day meant that it was hard to see much and I just hoped that I wasn't driving over broken glass as I made my way through the parking lot. I turned the lights on and made my way slowly to the side of the building before I saw his cruiser. When the lights from my Jeep hit it, his door opened and he stepped out. Just the sight of him and the anticipation of what was to come made my pussy clench.

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