I can hardly believe nearly forty years have passed since I was a rookie cop in New Jersey. I was just 22 when hired in early 1969. I was just out of college and was, in fact, the first member of my department to have a college degree. This is quite likely my final story for Literotica as I am anticipating moving to Europe where I expect to languish on a Mediterranean Island in semi-retirement. It seems fitting that I close out my writing on this site with a story about my first girlfriend as a cop all those years ago. Her name was Jill and she was a stunner. She was 18 when we began to date, but I noticed her often around town during her senior year in high school. Of course, I had to bide my time until she was legal; then I made my move.
Jill was the eldest of three children born to Bill and Arlene. Her sister Bess was several years younger and Bill, Jr.-or Billy-was five years younger. They lived in one of the oldest houses in town, built in the early 1800's and expanded a number of times over the years. I was on the job about a few weeks when I first saw Jill getting out of her car by the deli. My jaw dropped when I saw those legs for the first time; long, lean and lovely. Jill was wearing a mini-skirt and she looked great!! Jill's face was adorable. She had dark eyes and long, straight dark hair. Her body was perfect, from her feet to her shoulders; fine round ass, nice feminine breasts that were not huge but not tiny either. I parked away from the deli and pretended to write a report until she left. Watching her move was a treat; seeing her enter her car became a show. I watched as she drove away, parked my car and went into the deli where my buddy Ben was the owner. I asked him if he knew anything about the young goddess he had just waited on and he gave me more info than I expected. He told me her name-Jill-where she lived and after he had me primed, he dropped the bomb, telling me she was just 17. Damn. I filed the information away in my memory and moved on, knowing this was nothing that would work out for now.
That summer our police department entered a team in the men's recreational softball league run by the high school athletic department. Our team was terrible but we all enjoyed the games twice a week, especially the post-game beer drinking. Our third game of the season had us playing against the one of the local service organizations, the Optimist Club as I recall. In their cheering section, to my great pleasure was Jill. I was hoping she wasn't there to cheer on her boyfriend. She wasn't. On my first at bat, I hit a sharp, low liner deep into the third base area, where the opposition had an old grey-haired guy with glasses playing. He picked up the ball deftly just as it hit the ground and made a spectacular throw to first, just getting me out. Jill was sitting right behind first base and she began cheering for the third baseman who nailed me-her father. She and her mother heckled me good naturedly and I returned to my teammates. After the game, we congratulated the winners and I made a point of seeking out Jill's dad to congratulate him on a terrific catch and a better throw. He thanked me with a handshake and a smile, just as wife and daughter joined him. I made a comment about his cheering section and joined my team for some cold beer.
Jill and I ran into each other occasionally over the next year. I tried to seek her out and tried hard to make it seem accidental. After a few months, we would chat for awhile about nothing important. Naturally, I had looked her up in the motor vehicle computer to find out when she would be turning 18. It wasn't until the following June. I hated it but I had to wait. Who knows, she may have even blown me off. But, of course, if she had, this wouldn't be much of a story.
Winter came and went. I went off to the police academy in the final quarter of the year. It was a live in affair for eight weeks down at the Jersey shore, where the wind ripped in off the ocean and chilled you to the bone. Finally, it was over and back to the job I went, certification in hand. I kept my eye on Jill whenever I could, though I wasn't fanatical about it. I always had other things to do and women to date. Still, when Spring was about to turn into Summer, I made a point to find Jill. One day in early June I accidentally ran into her at the deli again. She smiled and waved when she saw me, so I knew the ice was broken. I held the door for her as we went into the deli together. The place was packed so we had to wait. I decided to make my move. I asked Jill if she had graduated yet and she said, "no, we don't graduate until next week-on my birthday of all days."
"Well, that will be a big day for you. Are you doing anything special to celebrate?"
"I was going to go to a graduation party but I don't have anyone to go with."
Omigod, this was perfect. "Are you looking for a volunteer?"
"I'd love one-are you volunteering?"
"You bet I am."
Jill gave me her number and asked me to call her a couple of days in advance to finalize everything. She then broke the bad news: "You have to wear a suit and tie."
"It's okay, I clean up nice. I wasn't planning to wear my uniform." We both laughed and I was good to go.
Jill's birthday and graduation was on Thursday, so I called her on Monday. She told me what she was going to wear and went on extensively as a young girl would be expected to do when celebrating two big events simultaneously. She told me her girlfriends were ribbing her about dating an older man. 23 and I'm an "older man." So be it.
I didn't want to appear over anxious, so I simply sent Jill a dozen roses for her birthday/graduation, figuring flowers were always welcome and would not be construed as conveying an inappropriate message to her family.
The big day arrived and I arranged to meet Jill at her home after graduation, where she would change for the party, which began at ten. Jill looked sensational in her "little black dress" which she wore with very high heels. I could tell she was braless, which made my cock twitch a bit. The party was at a local country club. We had a nice time, though I felt a bit out of place with nearly everyone being younger than me. But, being with Jill after all these months dreaming about it, made it all worthwhile. I won a door prize-a manicure and pedicure-which I gave to Jill. I'm not much of a dancer, but we did manage to squeeze in one slow dance. The floor was so crowded; nobody noticed my lack of rhythm. But I noticed Jill grinding her pussy into my now throbbing cock. I couldn't wait to be alone with her.
We left the party around 2:30 in the morning with a group of Jill's girlfriends and their dates, all of whom wanted to have breakfast at the diner. I went along, but my mind was somewhere else, in Jill's pants.
We left the diner at 4:00 in the morning. I had to be at work in three hours. My car was on the far side of the parking lot in a rather remote spot. I had a brand new bright yellow VW Beetle, my first new car. I was determined to at least make out with Jill for a few minutes, even if I had to do it right there. I reached over to Jill and pulled her to me. I kissed her for the first time on the lips and it was pure heaven. Our tongues sought each other and my hands began to roam all over her body. It was everything I had thought it would be; soft, yet firm. I felt her boobs from outside her dress as there was no other way to reach them without taking the dress off. They responded to my touch nicely; nipples hardening. Jill sighed. I decided to go for it and put my hands between her legs, which seemed to open automatically, giving me access to the promised land. To my great surprise and delight, Jill wore no panties.
"I took them off in the ladies room."
"Thanks." I took that as a good sign and approached her pussy gently. It was drenched! I immediately lubricated my finger with her juices and quickly found her clit. I rolled it in my fingers for what seemed like just a few seconds and Jill came.
