It had been a great party and it was passed midnight. I had laughed a lot, danced like crazy and felt elated as I left the apartment together with Christine. She had drunk a little too much and I had said that I could still drive and would take her home. She was all talkative and giggly as we walked to my small car, but she soon fell asleep, and I drove in silence out to her place at the outskirts of Stockholm city.
I was in my early thirties and worked in a finance company with financial administration and lived in an apartment just at the border of city. Life had been good to me, and I liked my body, and I did quite a lot of sports. I was slender, about 175 cm tall and not fully sure about my sexuality. I had experimented with women but was increasingly attracted to men. What I already knew was that I was not the dominant part in any relationship.
I knew Christine from my university days, and we had flirted a little, had dinner a few times and now we danced a lot at the party, but we hadn't ever done anything sexually. I regarded her as a very close friends, and we had a great many common friends. She had deep brown eyes, brown golden hair, a nice oval face and a beautiful smile and laughter. Slightly older and taller than me, she always took the lead in our various encounters.
As I drove along a straight stretch of road, passing through a small forest, a police car overtook us. I was driving a little too fast, but quickly slowed down to the speed limit. There was only one officer in the car. He looked long at me, as he drove past, before accelerating and then signalling for me to turn into a small parking area next to the road and to stop. I looked over at Christine, but she still seemed asleep.
The police officer turned out to be a tall muscular dark man, and he walked confidently over to me and waved for me to step out.
"We don't want to disturb you sleeping lady," he chuckled as he led me around to the safe passenger side of the car. He stood by the passenger door mirror.
"You were driving a little too fast there, son. Show me your license."
I gave him my license, and he read it carefully.
He looked sternly at me.
"I'm actually no longer on duty, and am on my way home, but you were clearly going too fast and I had to intervene. This could be costly, I think you were over the limit at which I would have to take you license, son."
"Oh, please don't... please, I need it for coming to work.2
"Did you drink anything? I don't want to bother to get the tester, but..."
"... only two glasses of wine, I promise.... And I was just a little tired, and didn't notice I went too fast... Sir... please..."
I stood just half a meter away from him, and he stared down at me. He wore a dark blue uniform and looked very smart. I could feel his warmth in the slightly cool night air. I just wore a thin pink shirt, with my sleeves rolled up and beige slacks.
"So, is she you wife, girlfriend or mistress - your beautiful lady...?"
I was stunned by his sudden shift of topic.
"Eh... no we're just good friends from school days... and we just happened to meet at this party where we were..."
"Oh, I see... so... are you more interested in... men...?"
I blushed, looking down, and my response was a clear indication to him that he was right.
"You know, we could forget your little speeding ticket and me having to take your license... as I am off duty... on a condition that you..."
He smiled and grabbed the bulge of his pants.
I stared at it and swallowed hard.
He reached out and took my chin in his dark hand and lifted it up and forced me to look straight up into his dark eyes and smiling face.
"You're a very attractive young man... I like you... so it would be a pleasure if you'd please me... and I'd forget this little transgression of yours. Deal?"
"Yes..." I stammered.
