Before I begin to tell this tale let me tell you a little bit about myself. At the time this happened I was twenty-two years old. I was attending a University in South Orange NJ, though I won't say which one in case of copyright infringement or some bullshit. I was working on my criminal justice degree and was in the process of applying to the County Police Academy. I was going to be a cop, and a damn good one.
I had been working for months to turn my already physically fit body into a cut, chiseled and molded muscular frame so I could get through the academy with no problems in the physical fitness aspect. I had so far succeeded, turning my six foot two inch two hundred and forty pound frame into two hundred and fifty pounds of bristling muscle. I was careful not to overdue it and turn into a gargantuan, because I never wanted to look like a body builder. I had built long, lean and crafted muscles all over my frame; including for the first time in my life a nice six pack!
Get down to the raunchy stuff you say! Well I will in due time, I'm merely setting the stage for you. Besides being big and muscular I was pretty good in school, not idiotic classes, English was a strong point, but anything criminal justice, I was a wiz at. But I definitely don't conform to many pop culture standards.
My hair isn't all spiked up like some Backstreet boy wannabe; it's military style short in preparation for the academy. I don't wear many designer label clothes, which isn't to say I don't wear them but the name printed on my ass is not a reason for me to wear them. Usually I wear a pair of black boots, stylish ones but not designer label ones, with jeans, a T-shirt and at the time this story occurred a black fleece with a black jacket over top, both with the collars turned up.
I had been told on more than one occasion, by more than a few people that when they first met me they were scared to death of me. But I'm a nice guy with a good heart and piercing blue eyes that always had a way of making girls smile.
Girls were always a problem for me. Not that they ever found me revolting or anything but I was always "the friend" if you know what I mean. After growing tired of that attitude I changed the way I acted most of the time and merely walked around, minding my own business but always standing up for what I believed in. After a couple of years I had acquired a not undeserved reputation of being one bad motherfucker.
So anyway its senior year and I'm applying to the police academy. I had to go and get an unofficial transcript to send with my application to the academy. So here I was standing at this little door table, counter thing filling out the request form listening to the stupid women in the office blathering on about some bullshit when out of the corner of my eye I see someone standing next to me. So I look over and swallowed hard.
I had had a class with the girl the previous spring. Her name was Aleida (A-lay-da), though I couldn't recall her last name, it ended up being Morales. She was half Spanish with light blonde hair, died mind you but I had always found something attractive about a girl with died hair. Her eyes were these big brown things that had always made me stare incessantly. Though my looks at her had always been one sided, I had sat behind and to her right and my interactions with her had been limited to idle chit chat while leaving class r when she would thank me for holding the door open for her. But I had always found her extremely attractive and she had seemed like a fairly sweet, confident girl.
And God was she gorgeous! She was about five feet- six inches tall, her hair reaching down to the small of her back, with such a fine looking ass and legs that looked like they were as delicious as the rest of her. It was hard to tell because she always wore jeans but you could tell they were incredible. Her belt buckle was always plainly visible so you knew her stomach was nice and tight and her breasts were a perky 34, probably a C. Her lips were these full but not too full light pink, almost amber color, you know soft and inviting looking and she had straight, pearly white teeth, the kind you wanted to run your tongue along.
So after realizing who she was I merely looked quickly away, dismissing her as just another gorgeous girl I would never have the privilege of laying my hands on. When I was finished filling out the transcript request I handed it to the woman behind the counter and she walked to her desk and began typing on her computer. I turned and leaned against the door while I waited and faced Aleida but kept my gaze through the door to the office. I had left my Academy Application on the counter by mistake because I needed to see if I needed an official or unofficial transcript and when I looked out of the corner of my eye I saw Aleida looking down at it from her position opposite me.
I ignored her and kept looking into the office when I suddenly felt her eyes on me. It was an indescribable feeling, the kind you get when someone is staring at you, sizing you up and in this case seeing you in a new light. In my case I felt that it was the first time she had actually seen me. Then the woman in the office asked what my zip code was because I hadn't filled out that part of the request form she informed me with a very apparent condescending tone. I apologized and dutifully gave her the number than turned to Aleida and made a sarcastic comment to the general effect of what the fuck difference does it make?
Aleida surprised me, not by laughing at my sarcastic comment like most girls may have or at least used to, but by smiling. I saw a sparkle in her eye and could see my image in those pools of brown, which I then realized were more of amber color, almost golden, before she blinked. I smiled back at her in the easy manner that I usually have and she smiled again. The moment was growing quite awkward. Then she opened her mouth and spoke.
" Are you in a fraternity?" she asked.
Hearing her voice, which sounded heavenly, directed towards me of its own free will sent shivers down my spine. I shook my head and smiled again.
" No, I can stand on my own two feet," I replied. I had never respected fraternities, though I had many friends who were in one or another. I just never saw the need to join, though I was invited to more than a few over the years.
" Oh," she replied, folding her arms around the notebook she had in them and leaning against the wall.
" You looked like someone in my brother's fraternity."
I nodded. " Which frat?"
" Sig-Ep's," she responded, her eyes glancing quickly over my body.
" No, I was never really interested in them."
She nodded then glanced down at my academy application again. " You're applying to a police academy?"
" Yeah," I responded, following her gaze than glancing back to here eyes, which were met mine at once. " I've always wanted to be a cop."
" What kind of cop do you want to be?"
One of my professors had once asked me that and I had responded by saying local, but I cursed myself knowing I should have just stated matter-of-factly 'a good one.' I promised myself if ever asked that question again I would answer like that.
" A good one, I hope," I told her.
She smiled. " Didn't we have a class together?"
