Chapter 5: Krysta

Bam! Bam! Bam!

I groaned and wiped my hands over my face trying to will my eyes open. The Saturday morning sun was slipping through the small gap in the curtains but I wasn't ready to get up.

I had a wonderful evening with Nicole and Cristina. They stayed until about ten and it was exhausting fun. I came four times in the short six hours or so they were here. I loved my teenage lovers however they tired a man out, but I wouldn't trade my life for all the money in the world. I regularly had sex with Katie, Cristina, and Nicole. It wasn't as often with Courtney, but we still did it about once a week. I also now had approximately twice a week sex with Katie's mom, Lori. There was nothing not to like about my life unless dying by sexual exhaustion was a bad thing. Personally, I now saw it as a goal to eventually achieve, but to do it far out in the future.

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Whoever was at my front door was persistent. My eyes popped open. The alarm clock displayed 8:03 AM. That wasn't that early, but after last evening my body wanted to stay in bed. I had Katie and her mom Lori coming over in the afternoon, so I needed my rest.

I stood and grabbed my plaid robe to cover my naked body then padded wearily to the front door as if it was the most arduous task in the world. What could be so important? The other issue was it HAD to be important because most people would have left by now. I knew it wasn't one of the girls I regularly had sex with because I gave them all copies of the key to my house.

"Just a minute!" I yelled.

I got to the front, tightened the belt on my robe, and opened the door.

It was a woman dressed in blue. She was a cop!

She said a name and asked if it was me.

"Yes," I said.

"I'm Officer Krysta. Can I come in?" she asked.

"What's this about?"

"About possible inappropriate behavior on your part."

The words were like being dunked in the Arctic ocean. I instantly became alert.

"What kind of behavior?" I asked.

"May I?" she said and then walked in.

I couldn't prevent her. Well, maybe I could but I would risk the charge that I hit a police officer. I followed her into my living room.

"What's this about, officer? I know some of the kids don't like me. Is that what this is about?"

"I haven't heard anything like that," she said. She looked through some books and papers on the lampstand.

"Are you looking for something?" I felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Bedrooms this way?" she said.

"Yes, but..."

I could do nothing but follow after her again.

My house was a three bedroom. One room was an office and one room was an unused guest room with a coverless double bed, a cheap dresser, and nothing else. She entered my bedroom and began to explore.

"You can't do that," I said.

"Yes, I can. Do you have something to hide?" She opened a dresser drawer.

"No, but you can't do that without a warrant." I boldly closed the drawer.

She belligerently said, "I have my warrant right here!" She pulled her billy club out and slammed it on the top of my dresser.

I took several steps back.

She glared at me and said, "Lie down on your bed. On your back!"

"You can't do this," I insisted.

She raised her club.

I was instantly on the bed.

The cop looked to be about forty. She had short brown hair and was in good physical shape as would be required for her occupation. She could sure beat the crap out of me.

"Hands above your head," she instructed.

I did what she said but this felt wrong so I asked, "Are you really a cop?"

Before she replied, she grabbed my hands and pulled then toward the right corner of the head of the bed. She put my hands around the bedpost and handcuffed my wrists. I was immobilized. Now she answered. "Are you really fucking a high school girl?"

I gulped. Shit! This was it. I was found out. This was the end. My life was over. I was going to jail. Yet, something still didn't seem right. This was more like vigilante justice. Shit! This could be worse!

"Let's see it," she said, undoing my robe. I lay helpless. She opened my robe and exposed my drooping cock. "Doesn't look like much."

"I'm sorry," I said, foolishly confessing all. "It's not my fault. They came on to me. What's a guy to do? They wanted it."

"They?" she asked.

What an idiot I was for blabbering! I tried to minimize it.

"There was one other girl," I said. "It was just once. She wanted to experience it. The first girl talked her into doing it."

"Let's talk specifics," the cop said. "What are the names of the girls? You're being extremely vague."

"I don't want to get the girls in trouble."

"Oh, they won't be. You're the one with the problem."

She lightly touched my cock with her billy club.

"Am I going to jail?" I asked.

She laughed and said, "What do you think?"

"It's not my fault," I insisted.

"I don't care," she replied. "I'm just a concerned mother."

Mother? Was she the mother of one of the girls? I gazed at her more intently. It hit me!

"You're Courtney's mom?"

Officer Krysta didn't verbally reply but I could tell I was right.

Double shit! One of the girls had a cop for a mom.

"It was her choice if that makes a difference," I said.

The room fell silent except for my hard breaths.

"Tell me about your time with Courtney," she said.

I worried that I would make thing worse by talking but how could things get any worse?

"She was shy, so I was slow and gentle. I told her right off that she could be back out anytime, but she wanted to do it."