normal
night. I still wasn't sure how I felt about everything with Peter. A part of me was turned on, but another part of me wanted to just put behind us completely.
A minute later a siren wailed behind me, and lights flashed in the rearview mirror. Fuck. It was a spot where I always found myself speeding because it was an empty stretch of road without many lights, and I tended to get distracted.
The cop passed me and directed me to pull over down a quiet tree-lined side street. I did so, pulling in ahead of where he'd parked, then sent a text to Lizzy while I waited to let her know I'd been pulled over and that it might be awhile. She texted back a sad emoji and said she'd pick up the fish, and not to worry.
The cop—tall, black, bald, and muscular—took his time walking all around the car before coming up to my open window. We don't have a big police department in our town, just a handful of men and a few women, and I went to high school with at least half of them. I couldn't remember this cop's name because he'd been ahead of me a few years in school, but I still recognized him.
He asked if I knew why he'd pulled me over, and I said maybe speeding? He said he'd clocked me at twenty miles over the limit, which was reckless driving.
"There's no way," I blurted. "I mean, uh, I just don't think I was going that fast. Officer." Years ago I'd gotten a reckless driving ticket for the same reason, and it had cost me a fortune in fines and insurance.
"You can argue it in court if you like," he said. "License and registration."
I kept my mouth shut but handed him my stuff and then sat back to stew while he went back the cruiser. I didn't have the money for this. And I hadn't really been going that fast, had I? But how could I prove he was wrong? It felt like there wasn't anything I could do. And on top of that he was taking his damn sweet time writing up the citation. Plus on top of
that
he was wearing sunglasses even though it was past sundown now.
When he came back at last, he had not one but three tickets with him. In addition to reckless driving, he'd written me up for a busted tail light and a lapsed registration.
"Perfect," I said.
He handed me back my things, then paused as he was about to hand me the citations. "These are expensive," he said.
You think?
I bit my tongue and only said, "Yeah, I guess so."
"So I'm wondering now," he said, "if a warning might be enough for you."
I looked up at him, but couldn't read his expression behind the sunglasses. I've never in my life gotten off with a warning. "It would be, yes," I said. "I mean absolutely."
He nodded, and then leaned down toward me. "So here's the thing—it's Thomas, right?"
"Tommy," I said.
"Tommy. Here's the thing. I'm on the fence about giving you a warning. I think you're probably a good guy and you'll keep the speed down, but I don't know that."
"I am a good guy," I said.
He laughed, which I took as a good sign. "I hear you. But I guess I can't really know for sure. How seriously to take you, that is."
I said I didn't understand.
He stood up straight and looked up and down the side road we'd turned down, which was totally empty. Then he put his hand down over his groin and squeezed his cock—a big cock, I could tell from the size of the squeeze.
"So Tommy," he said. "Here's what's going to happen. You can drive off right now with these tickets. Or you can do me a favor. My girl's been staying at her mom's place for a couple of weeks and I need some release, you follow me?"
I had no idea what to say, so I only stared up at him.
"I see you follow me. You can do me a favor right now, Tommy, and suck my dick and let me unload in your mouth. That doesn't mean you'll get a warning, though. I'm still
considering
that, if you get what I'm saying. " He laughed again, quietly. "You might end up with three citations plus a load in your belly. Just so we're clear on that."
"I don't really," I said. But I didn't know what to say with that. I didn't know what it was that I didn't really.
"I get that you're a little unsure of things, that's cool. So I'm going to put these tickets on your dash right here, Tommy, and then I'm going to walk around behind the car to the passenger door. And I'll take my time, so you can drive off if you want. No questions, just get on with your life. Understand?"
I felt incapable of moving or speaking, but somehow I nodded.
"Good. So maybe I'll see you over there in a minute," he said, with another good-natured laugh. Then he stepped away from the window and started walking behind the car.
My hand was on the gearshift and I was ready to get out of there. But I was still frozen. It wasn't that I wanted to do what he asked, or that I really thought it was a way of getting out of a couple of tickets. At least I didn't think that's what it was. It was that I felt like he expected something from me, something he thought I should be doing, and my instinct was to just do it.
He opened the passenger door and slipped inside.
"Wait," I said, finding my voice.
He shook his head, and then took off the sunglasses. He barely fit inside my car. "I think I was pretty clear just now. You
had
your chance. Now if you wanted to say no, it would be rude, wouldn't it?" And he began unzipping his pants.
When I said nothing, just stared down at his lap, he repeated, "Wouldn't it?"
"It would," I said, my voice almost a whisper. I watched as he slid down his pants and then his underwear, letting his long, thick black dick flop onto his thigh.
"Rude to do what?" he prompted. "I want to hear you say it, Tommy."
I was having trouble remembering what he'd even said, now. "Rude to... say no?"
"That's right. That's good. Now put that in your mouth and make me forget about my girl for a while."
He didn't have to say another word. It felt easy, somehow, easier than I ever would have believed. I knelt on my seat and put my head down, and took his soft, heavy dick in my hand, then closed my mouth around the sweet fat head.
"Ah," he said, tilting the seat back. "Damn, okay, yeah." And he put his hand on the back of my head to guide me down.
There was no chance I was going to take him all the way down, but I tried to do all the things Lizzy did that I enjoyed. I stroked the shaft while I sucked, I licked the underside of the head, and now and then I went down as far as I could so he could see how much I wanted him inside me. How much I wanted him to
think
I wanted him inside me, I mean. And if it was turning me on, it was only because I do like using my mouth, and because the sounds he was making, the little groans and sighs and him saying
