Being eighteen has been the most exciting time of my life. The last year of high school, doing fun stuff legally - except drink, of course - and looking forward to college could not be more exciting.
The only downsides were missing my father, who was killed by a drunk driver two years ago, and my boyfriend Brandon sent to Europe as part of our school's exchange student program. We met two years ago; Brandon was the only guy I'd been with sexually at the time in despite rumors on the contrary.
I could almost understand why anyone assumed I 'got around'; I'm only 5'3 but blonde with a curvy body, round ass, and a size 40C chest. My mom also has big boobs her current boyfriend enjoys, to say the least.
I love teasing Mom about being a cougar since she's forty-six and Joe thirty-three, but he's the best thing that happened to us since Dad's death. She's a night trauma nurse at the hospital, so Joe and I spend a lot of time together when he comes home from his construction business, yet he and Mom somehow have a healthy sex life.
He's laid back and easygoing, though a bit strict sometimes. We enjoy everything from cooking to watching sports together, and Joe was the one who encouraged me to try out for cheerleading. I was stuck on the junior squad until senior year when I finally made varsity.
I'm no angel nevertheless; I've gotten myself into trouble more times than anyone can count. I got out of many jams by doing things like additional chores at home or extra credit schoolwork. Mom once caught me giving Brandon a hand job in the den when she came home from grocery shopping one day and issued an ultimatum: I either got grounded for a month or attended the community center's teen sex ed workshop and Brandon could no longer visit unless she or Joe was home. It didn't matter; Brandon entered the exchange student program not long afterward, and the workshop only made me want sex more, no matter where I got it.
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BUSH BOND (Police Slang): When a female offers sex in exchange for avoiding arrest or a ticket.
A few weeks after seeing Brandon off to Europe, I was driving home from a party when I spotted flashing lights in my rear view mirror. I pulled over, even though I felt I wasn't going that fast.
The patrol car parked behind me and a dark-haired officer around Joe's age approached my window. My eyes wandered discreetly over his muscular body, noting how hot he looked in the beige uniform.
"Good evening, miss. How are you?"
"Okay...I guess."
"May I see your license, registration, and proof of insurance please?"
I leaned over to the glove compartment to retrieve the requested documentation and heard him suck in his breath. I realized the cut offs I wore had shifted upward, giving Sexy Cop a good look at my partially exposed ass cheeks. Pretending not to notice, I handed him the paperwork and license.
A wedding ring gleamed on his hand as he scanned my information. "Do you know why I stopped you?"
"No, not really." God, his wife is one lucky bitch, I thought.
He glanced at the cleavage peeking out of my white tank top, face flushing as his hand moved involuntarily to his crotch trying to cover a now-obvious bulge. "You were going sixty in a forty-five mile speed limit. I'll be back in a few minutes."
An idea formed in my head. I've heard of women using their "assets" to get out of precarious situations and decided to try my own luck. It didn't matter at that point if Sexy Cop was married; some cops cheated, he was making me horny, and last thing I needed was another ticket.
"I'm afraid I'll have to write you a ticket for speeding."
"Oh God, no! My mom and her boyfriend already threatened to take away my car if I got in trouble again. Can't you just let me go this time?"
He got another eyeful of my cleavage. "I'm not sure I can after viewing your driving record, miss."
My eyes dropped, seeing his cock twitch a little in the uniform pants. "Pleaaaaaase? I really can't afford another ticket." I stuck out my tits further. "I'll do anything you want."
Sexy Cop nodded toward a nearby wooded area. "Let's get off this road and talk. Follow me."
"All right." My plan may work after all!
We drove our cars into a deep part of the woods out of traffic view and parked. He beckoned me into his vehicle, where I sat in the front seat.
"I can see where you're coming from," Sexy Cop said. "I was eighteen once too. Only difference is..." His eyes scanned my body, "...I didn't have many advantages as you."
I shifted in the seat, feeling my pussy throb. "Oh? What exactly do you mean?"
"You seem to be a very nice young woman. I don't stop many people who give me zero trouble. Perhaps an alternative to giving you a ticket could be discussed."
"Well thank you. I wouldn't have gotten anywhere with an attitude." My eyes fixed on his in a seductive manner. "If you don't mind, I'd like to make a suggestion."
"Any are welcome."
