Chapter 2

After I composed myself, I tucked my wilted friend back in my pants and zipped up. I held the car door to steady my still shaking body and uneasily stood on wobbly legs. I looked up to see Officer Eva stretch her arms above her head as she approached the door.

The moon was directly overhead and I had no idea what time it was. All I know was that it was late. I was tired, and I had just had the most amazing blowjob of my short life. It was my first blowjob actually. And it was performed by a gorgeous police officer with lips that most men would kill to kiss.

The blue and white trailer was of modest size. It looked to be about twenty years old. It had a well-lived in look from the outside. There were plastic toys outside on the lawn, probably belonging to her daughter or some neighborhood kids.

Eva pulled out her keys and selected one before sliding it into the slot. She looked over her shoulder at me and gave me the sexiest smile I'd ever seen. I stuffed my hands back into my pockets and took a few steps towards her place.

I was still nervous. Even more so now that I knew Officer Eva had been infected by my curse. The way she looked at me was nerve racking. She kept licking her lips and shaking her rear in my direction.

"You going to come inside Mark, or just stand there all night?"

I hesitated. "I haven't decided yet."

She giggled, then said, "Come on kid. My daughter's probably asleep, so you can meet her tomorrow, but you can meet the babysitter before I send her home."

"Babysitter?"

Before Eva turned the doorknob, the front door opened from the inside. There in the doorway was a young girl, probably about 16 or 17, straight blond hair down past her shoulders; very petite with small breasts that barely made a dent in the tiny floral sundress she wore. She looked tired, yawning as she started speaking.

"Hey Eva. Rough night?"

Eva leaned over and the two females kissed each other on the cheek. Eva said, "Hey girl. How'd my little Pita treat you tonight? She behave?"

The babysitter spoke with a slight Southern twang. "Oh yeah, notta problem at all. She's such a sweetie."

That's when the babysitter looked up and saw me standing there. She eyed me carefully, not sure what to make of me. "Who's this?" She asked Eva.

"Oh yeah!" Eva waved her hand at me to come closer. I nodded and looked down at my feet as I walked up to the door. I could see the young girl's white legs, as I couldn't bring myself to look up at her face. "Lacey, I'd like you to meet Mark. Mark, this is my friend Lacey. Lacey lives two trailers down. She usually watches Pita for me when I have to work."

I lifted my hand and waved quickly before dropping back to my side. "Hey." I said barely audible.

Lacey dipped her head down and tried to look up at me. "Hey yourself." Then the young girl looked at her friend Eva with concern. "What's he doing here? What's the story Eva?"

Eva smiled brightly. "Oh Mark's my new special friend. He's going to be sleeping here tonight."

"Special friend?" Lacey asked confused. "What do you mean? Where did he come from?"

Eva said, "Why don't we go inside and get something to drink. I'll do my best to explain."

"Okay," Started Lacey, "But I can't stay too late. It's a school night and my Mom has to take me to school in the morning."

Lacey turned around and went back inside. Eva reached down and grabbed my hand and pulled me in behind her, then shut the door.

The inside of the trailer was pretty typical. Fake-wood paneled walls, a small living area with a rough-looking brown couch, a small television with a bent hangar for an antenna, a kitchen space the size of a tiny bathroom. There was a narrow hallway to the left that led to the bedroom, and a door to my right that I presumed was the bathroom. It was quaint. In between the kitchen and living room was a small table that came out of the wall with two benches, one on either side.

Lacey slid in on one side of the table while Eva directed me to sit opposite her. Eva went into the kitchen and took down three glasses and opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of something with no label. She returned to the table and slid in next to me, her hip pressed firmly against mine.

As she poured the drinks, she slid one glass in front of each of us as she spoke. "I found this young man under the I-40 Bridge walking along Spring Lane."

Lacey's eyes widened, "That's a pretty rough neighborhood for such a young guy to be walking. What were you doing there?"

"I... uh, was just passing through. I didn't know it was so bad."

"Well it is," Lacey started, "My uncle used to live down there. He got shot just for walking his dog."

Eva picked up her glass and took a drink. She motioned for me to do the same. Hesitantly I picked it up and put it up under my nose. I could definitely smell the alcohol. I couldn't believe she was giving me alcohol. She was supposed to be a cop. Then again, a cop probably wouldn't normally give a kid a blowjob in her squad car either.

I looked up. Apparently Lacey had no qualms about drinking it. She picked it up and took a swig like this was an everyday occurrence. The two girls talked as though I wasn't in the room.

Lacey said, "Pita must've eaten something that didn't agree with her. She wasn't feelin' too good when she fell asleep."

Eva pouted, "Awe, poor baby. Is she asleep on my bed?"

"Yeah. She's tuckered out. She must've crashed about 9."

Tentatively I took a sip of whatever it was in my glass. It was strong and bitter and sort of burned as it went down my throat. I decided I didn't like it so I set it back on the table.

Then I felt it.

Eva had reached under the table and placed her hand back on my groin. My breath caught in my throat as her fingers once again set out to squeezing my quickly hardening shaft. The amazing thing was she kept talking to Lacey as though nothing was amiss. Her poker face revealed nothing.

"So how's school been going Lacey?"

Lacey leaned back in the booth and chugged the last of her drink. "Oh, it sucks. As always. I'm probably failing chemistry. Plus, I think the teacher's still mad at me for not sleepin' with him."

Despite Eva's masterful attention to my crotch, Lacey's revelation took me by surprise. "What? Your teacher tried to get you to sleep with him?"

Lacey giggled and waved me off. "Yeah, Mr. Thompson kept looking up my skirt all during freshman year. I sat in the front row in his first period. I guess I made him too horny to think straight. He propositioned me last semester. I turned him down."

"You've got to be kidding me!" This was shocking. "I can't believe the nerve of that guy. Did you tell the administration?"

Lacey shrugged, "Hell no! Just cause I didn't sleep with Thompson doesn't mean there ain't other teachers I could get it on with! Shit."

I kept quiet after that.

Eva's hand opened my fly, yanked my cock out and slowly jerked it. My head was swimming and as her hand swooped upwards, the sensation got to me. My knee jerked and hit the table. It made a loud clank, and all three glasses jumped, splashing a little.

"What the fuck dude?" Lacey asked looking at me.

"Sorry." My face was flushed and my breathing picked up. I tried to control it by breathing through my nose.

Eva diverted attention away from me. "So Lacey, how's your boyfriend Brad?"

"Oh he's good. He just got first string on the Basketball team."

I was confused, "You have a boyfriend, and you want to have sex with teachers?"

"Yeah, so." Lacey acted offended that I would judge her that way.

Eva looked at me and smiled, "Lacey's a young attractive woman. She's not married or anything."

"Oh. I know, I just didn't think having sex with teachers was... legal." I said this as Eva the police officer was rubbing the underside of my prick with her palm.

"It's not." Eva said to me winking. "You wont tell anyone will you?" I wasn't sure if she was talking about Lacey or herself. There was no way I would tell on Eva, it felt too good. My fingers were gripping the edge of the table as her hand gripped me tighter.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" Lacey asked me. "I mean, we're indoors, not to mention it's like 70 degrees outside."

"Um, I..." I was drawing a blank.

Eva threw her head back and laughed, "Oh boy. Let me tell you something Lacey. Mark here has... issues."

"Issues?" Lacey asked.

"Yep. Mr. Garner here has... girl problems."

"Really? What are you, twelve? How could you have girl troubles already?" Lacey sat up laughing.

"I'm thirteen." I said scowling.

"What is it? You can't talk to girls or something?" Lacey asked.

"Oh he doesn't need to. Hey Lace... why don't you take off one his gloves."

My heart beat faster. I drew my hands down off the table. Eva gripped my shaft harder. It made me flinch. "Please don't."

Lacey raised her pretty eyebrows. "He's kind of sensitive, isn't he?"

Eva nodded, "You have no idea." Her hand jerked me a little quicker. "Go ahead Mark, put your hands back on the table."

I shook my head, "No, absolutely not."

Lacey was looking back and forth between Eva and me. "Eva, who is this kid? Why is he here? You found him on the side of the road, and you brought him home with you? I don't get it! What's with you today?"

"I'll show you what's with me." Eva reached across the table and grabbed Lacey by the wrist. I tensed up. I was almost certain she was going to drag the babysitter's hand across the table and touch me. But I was wrong.

Eva just held her wrist in place there across the table.

Lacey was looking at Eva like she was insane. "Yeah well... this has been fun and all, but I got school in the morning. I'll see you tomorrow night."

The young girl started to get up, but Eva's grip on her wrist tightened. Lacey tried to get up, but Eva held her down.

"Eva, what the fuck?"