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  This Friday morning though, I received a text from Kayla.

  No restaurant today. Come over at 8. I’ll be your chef tonight.

  Involuntarily, I groan at my phone. I really don’t want her specialty, Dollar Store Ramen Surprise. Not tonight. I know she’s exceeded my expectations in many ways since we’ve reconnected. But I have a feeling that I should prepare for a dinner that will leave me wanting. Maybe my years of perfecting my poker face will come in handy once more. It’s hard to beat a cop when it comes to deadpan.

  Regardless of how great or, more likely, downright inedible the food will be, I just don’t care. I’m simply happy to be spending another Friday with Kayla. Besides, I keep a stash of energy bars hidden under her bed.

  Overall, my life has changed significantly since we started to see each other romantically. I never bought into self-help or steps toward achieving happiness, but I feel as though my opinion on that may be changing.

  Because of Kayla, I’ve been waking up with a smile on my face, and doing just that has shifted the way people approach me regularly. I must have seemed like a total grouch before, because now the officers I work with greet me with laughter, excitement, high-fives. The only thing I’ve done differently is smile more, and those smiles only occur because I daydream about Kayla when I’m not with her.

  From the moment I woke up, she’s been on my mind. That’s how it is most days. On the drive to work, when I’m home alone, whenever. Kayla consumes my thoughts.

  Even now as I walk up the steps to her building, I find myself daydreaming about her ass, growing more plump each day with high nutrient foods, heavy with healthy fats like coconut oil and organic butter—even though she’s sits a few hundred feet away.

  In one hand, I hold a bottle of red wine to pair with our meal, and in the other hand, I hold my phone, re-reading the text she sent me when she was sure I was on my way over.

  Great. I’m all ready for you…

  I knock on the door. Instantly, it swings open to my lovely Kayla, dazzling me in an apron that manages to be the hottest garment I’ve ever seen her wear. Only after a second do I also notice she’s holding a large wooden spoon. But that apron—bright red and looking like it got ripped right out of a vintage pin-up magazine, all short and ruffled. The pin-up comparison is even more fitting, as I look down and see how Kayla is wearing nothing underneath it but red polish on her perfect toes.

  “Come on in,” she beckons, wiggling her fingers at me invitingly while also leaning forward, eyes glued to me, tongue wet, to seductively lick melted chocolate off of the spoon. I let out a noise I can only describe as a surprised horny chuckle. She’s acting right out of a silly porno, and I am loving it.

  The spread Kayla prepared does surprise me. I look at the well-set table and realize she’s making me very hungry.

  Kayla had dimmed the lights to her apartment before I came in and cleaned up significantly. For dinner, she prepared dessert. It looks incredible, like a food magazine—she knows what gets me going.

  An aesthetically pleasing pot of chocolate for us to dip strawberries in sits centered on the table, surrounded by a handful of lit candles. The pot itself is something worth looking at, covered in intricate markings and painted a deep red. It’s surprisingly sexy for a fondue pot. I appreciate the effort Kayla has put into this date of ours.

  “Make yourself at home,” she suggests, voice husky. “Don’t want you to get all of those clothes dirty.”

  I nod my head, still smiling uncontrollably. “I read you loud and clear.”

  Excited by her suggestion, I start to rip off these bothersome garments that only register in my awareness as obstacles that are keeping my skin painfully separate from her delicious fingers. And her hot mouth. But I stop, wanting to draw this out.

  Slowly, I strip until I’m down to my underwear, a pair of tight black boxer briefs that I know she likes. Kayla watches me hungrily from her seat at the dining table. I sit down across from her, licking my teeth and staring as she dips a strawberry in the hot chocolate.

  My eyes feast. Red nails. Red mouth. Red fruit. Pursing her lips, she blows the heat from the chocolate dipped fruit and sucks on the tip before taking a soft, slow bite.

  “You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you…” my speech is slow and teasing. I feel flames of heat rising through my body.

  “Aren’t you?” she asks with a sumptuous smile, face lit warmly, eyes catching the glint of the candles. She already knows my answer and goes on. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

  “Me too. You’re always the highlight of my day, even when I don’t get to see you. I just have to think about you and bam, my mood, instantly lifted. But this… I didn’t know this was going to be such a sexy dinner…”

  As I talk, I take one strawberry from the pile next to the pot and grab its stem to dip it in the chocolate. But I dip too deeply, so when I try to take it out, the stem rips, leaving the berry floating in the bubbling brown sauce. Kayla’s eyes and smile widen as she watches me drop it.

  “Let me,” she breathes.

  I sit back to properly laugh at my little slip and watch as Kayla retrieves my treat with her spoon.

  “You know, I’m pretty hungry but I don’t think strawberries will do the trick,” I tell Kayla.

  Her smile fades, thinking she’s disappointed me by not making more food.

  She hurriedly picks up her phone and says, “I can get us some take-out. I’m sorry.”

  She apologizes some more, but I stand and lean over the chocolate to quiet her with one finger on her mouth.

  “I’m not hungry for food.”

  I lift my finger from her lips and stand back slow, squaring my shoulders and drawing her gaze. I keep my eyes planted to hers while I sink to the floor behind the table. I get down on all fours to crawl on the floor to her. Underneath the table, I find myself face to face with Kayla’s bare pussy partly hidden by her knees. I push her them away from each other, revealing her womanhood to me. Despite being unable to see the top half of her body, I watch her leg muscles relax, in what I hope is relief that she’s aced our weekly date. Now I will make sure she enjoys my presence between her legs.

  Once I start licking her lips, she presses her thighs against my cheeks and runs her fingers through my hair, while holding my head gently in place. I can hear her moaning my name already, followed by more wetness oozing out onto my tongue.

  I place her legs over my shoulders and move my hands up to play with Kayla’s tits. She helps me by untying her apron, and letting her breasts out into the open. Her nipples are already erect and wanting. I rise up and circle them slowly with my tongue.

  At the same time, I slide one finger inside her until I’m knuckle deep.

  “Looks like you’re ready,” I said feeling the wetness of her vaginal walls.

  She whimpers, eyes rolled back already. “Take me, Zach. Please. I want you to use me. Just use me however you want. I want to make you feel good.”

  From under the table, I push her chair back until I can comfortably stand up. Seeing how immobilized Kayla is from my soft tongue fucking, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, her bare gorgeous ass facing the ceiling. I walk her over to the living room, when I hear her whisper something in my ear.

  “Harder than ever. Please. Make me yours.”

  I can’t even form words in response. All I can get out is a low hungry growl.

  I lay Kayla down on the floor. I put my hand on her stomach, gently pushing her so her back is flat against the rug. She watches me lean over her body, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso, to her belly, to her hips. She re-opens her legs for me, resting her feet against my back. She pulls me in with them. My cock lies against her folds as I place my hands on both sides of her to stabilize myself. Kayla holds on to my hips, hands rushing over my ass, as I push my body further forward, my tip grazing her core.

  Harder than ever. Please. Make me yours.

  I will do just that.


  I feel her nails digging into my ass cheeks as I slowly enter her until I’m balls deep. I pull my cock out almost all the way slowly and go back in just as slow, to prepare her for the thrashing she’s about to receive.

  After some gentle thrusts, I look deep into Kayla’s eyes, brown as the chocolate in the fondue pot, and begin entering her with more power. The impact of our skin slapping against each other fills the apartment, making her moan in ecstasy. Now, it’s time to fulfill her wishes and fuck her harder than I ever have before.

  My cock slides out of her without warning, and while she’s momentarily bewildered by this change, I flip Kayla around. I hold down her wrists and give a long lick up the nape of her neck as I snake my penis between her cheeks and back inside the warmth of her pussy. Her legs brace tightly each time my cock humps deeper into her, each thrust harder and more forceful than the last.

  “Yes!” she yelps almost deliriously, slurring each syllable, “Just like that!”

  I hear her breathing becoming labored as I continue fucking her, hearing her gasp for air every time the base of my cock is pressed against her rim. I lean forward to groan in her ear, telling her how good her tight little pussy feels around my cock.

  For the next ten minutes, I ensure that Kayla’s total awareness is absorbed by the intense sensation of her pussy being powerfully stretched out. Being faced down, she can only see my hands holding down hers. All the air in the apartment is filled with the resonating slap of her asscheeks against my pelvis. Her entire body clenched around my cock, lost in my savagery. I feel myself close to finishing, and instinctively lean closer to her.

  “Here it comes,” I warn her.

  A shocked gasp escapes her lips as she feels my cock jerk inside of her, sending warm spurts of cum deep inside her.

  I fall back and watch my milky seed drip down from her crevice onto her living room floor. She laughs as she tries to get up using her quivering, exhausted arms.

  When my mind clears, I get up and make my way back towards the dining room table, actually ravenous from my exertions. I sit down to partake in some of the dessert. I dip another strawberry into the chocolate and take small bites from it as Kayla crawls on her knees towards me. She sits on the floor and looks up at me while I enjoy the sweetened fruit.

  “Can I have some?” she asks.

  “Only if you close your eyes.”

  She shuts her eyes and opens her mouth. I run my fingers through her hair and pull her face closer to her treat. Knowing exactly what’s up my sleeve, Kayla opens her mouth wider than need be if she were receiving a strawberry. Having my plan foiled, I decide to throw her a curveball and surprise her with an actual strawberry. She smiles devilishly as she devours her treat, keeping her eyes closed, and without permission grabs a hold of my cock.

  “Those strawberries are good, but I want something… yummier,” she moans.

  She pulls her head up and traces my shaft with her tongue, flicking the tip. Her lips reach the head of my cock and she starts to flick her tongue side to side in her mouth, stimulating the most sensitive part of my penis, the underside area right below the head.

  Kayla opens her lips and rolls her tongue all over the head of my cock. I look into her not-so innocent eyes and watch her enjoy my manhood. She engulfs my dick completely, holding her tongue tight up against its underside. My cock twitches wildly from this. Satisfaction runs over me like a flash food, throwing my head back with its sheer force, almost as if my soul was escaping my body. When I look back down at Kayla, her lips are at the base of my shaft, my cock completely inside of her, hitting the back of her throat.

  I feel my cock grow bigger and harder as she sucks with such vigor. With each stroke, I feel my cock loading up a second discharge. Watching her lose herself all over my cock, I realize I haven’t seen this side of her, Kayla taking control. Clearly, she loves to be dominated, but I find myself wildly turned on by her assertive side. I savor the sight of her stuffing her mouth with cock while her hand trails down as she plays with herself.

  By some sort of sexual miracle, my second load shoots out of me at the same time Kayla’s thighs start to quiver from the ultimate pleasure. Sexual liquids spill from her mouth and pussy.

  She swallows all of the cum in her mouth and falls back with her legs open. My eyes are transfixed on her pussy, still replete with a clear, white plasma.

  I grab one of the strawberries from the table and drag it across Kayla’s wet orifice, sending her into another fit of trembling. Having scooped up her exquisite fluids on it, I eat the strawberry, enjoying the tart taste of the fruit and the sweetness from Kayla’s insides. My mouth is full but I can’t keep quiet.

  “God. You’re delicious.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Kayla

  Two months of my life have come and gone.

  That chunk of time flew by faster than I expected. But I can see it in my physical form. I’ve gained 15 pounds of pure brawn. My body looks better than ever before, muscles springing from head to toe. I’ve never felt this strong and resilient. And my mood has improved, maybe because of it.

  In this time, I’ve drastically improved my life. I’ve shown myself what I’m capable of.

  Back when I vowed to enroll in the Academy, there was only one piece of evidence that showed I had a sense of honor: my fierce determination. That determination was real to me but still abstract, nothing I could physically point to.

  I remember at my high school graduation party, overhearing Dad and Zach, holding plastic cups of keg beer, discussing a case in hushed tones as I passed through the kitchen. Dad didn’t talk much work at home. But after Zach got out of the Academy himself and started working, I would occasionally catch the two of them hunched together, talking quietly. They were too good to ever let us hear anything. And this time, all I really heard was Dad saying one piece of evidence isn’t evidence at all.

  Now, my growing dignity stares back at me every time I pass a mirror. It’s not the new curves, it’s the discipline I know it took to get them.

  It’s the excitement in Francine’s voice when I update my former stepmother on my progress.

  It’s the mix of lust and respect that shines out of Zach’s eyes when I walk towards him after any time we’ve been apart.

  Finally, I’m building a decent case of self-worth. To myself.

  I am also deeply in love with Zach. I’ll be going about my day when I look up, see his incredible form and just get stopped in my tracks. Lucky for me, the sight of him is usually shirtless, thanks to his job as the Academy’s physical fitness instructor. Watching him flex and tense just makes whatever thought I had evaporate with desire and admiration. He’s done so much with his life. And he fucks like a beast.

  Such happiness fills my thoughts each and every day. It is easy to be happy, since we spend so much time together. And as much as I’m enjoying this, I’m starting to think about what life will be like if I reach my goal.

  It shouldn’t be long until I hear back from the Admissions Office at the academy. Four weeks ago, Zach sat me down as we filled out the application together over a bottle of wine. Paperwork has never been so much fun.

  We got so caught up in our high spirits, we didn’t even pause to think when I excitedly suggested we call Francine and tell her the news.

  “Hey, it’s us!” I practically yelled into the air above the phone on speaker. I didn’t think before launching into, “we just finished my application and now we’re fixing to celebrate with a lovely dinner, just for two!”

  Only when I looked up and saw Zach’s rigid, wide eyes did I realize I was possibly saying too much.

  “Oh.”

  Was all she said.

  Francine’s Southern manners didn’t allow for a plain statement of disappointment. Or disgust. Or even just simple confusion. But that pointedly two-syllable “oh” told me I had said enough.

  “I just.. I’m just…”

  “It’s alright, Ma. Let it out.” After her long silence, Zach
just wanted to get this over with. She had to say something. It was too late. The line had been crossed. Her tense tone matched what everyone seemed to be feeling.

  “No, that’s alright. I’m going to go. You kids—” The silence was abrupt before she began again, her voice quiet.

  “Well, good night.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kayla

  I hope I haven’t gotten too distracted from my goal of getting into the police academy. My transformed health, my new energy levels, energy greatly needed in my budding relationship—it’s all so fulfilling. I guess I’d be surprised if it didn’t distract me.