If you don't like stories with sexual content - don't bother reading this. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. This story may not be reproduced in any form in a forum that charges membership fees, fees per story read, or fees per story downloaded. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at sxyredgrl@aol.com. All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental. The names of any places or persons which appear in my stories are completely fictional. ----------------------- Officer Pete: M/F, cons ----------------------- Pete has been a police officer for 15 years now, prior to that, he was in the military. As a result, he had just about seen it all in the line of duty. Before tonight... Today he was called to a crime scene, a crime scene so horrific that he needed to draw from his years of experience in order to maintain composure. The investigation was well under way - the forensics people were in and out, the coroner van was waiting, and about half of the patrol personnel on duty that afternoon were trying to hold back the TV crews and the curious passersby. Pete was at a breaking point when leaned back against the crisis unit van, ran his hands across his face, and sighed deeply. It was normally time for him to go home for the day, but his department's procedure was for the first responding officer to stay on scene till everything was wrapped up. Pete was hoping that the Sergeant on duty would let him go and not follow proceedure - just once. But Sgt. Ruiz was a hard case and would not think of compassion for his men. He followed proceedure to the letter. Pete had to break away... he sucked up to Ruiz by asking him if he would like some coffee from the shop down the street. Ruiz granted Pete permission to go. Pete grabbed a radio and headed off down the street on foot. The coffee shop was 6 blocks away and Pete enjoyed the quick walk. He bought the coffee and was headed back to the crime scene at a much slower pace than before, and that is when he ran into Erin. Erin had been sitting on the side stoop to her house watching the police commotion going on across the street. She was wearing the old clothes she wore when doing housework - cut off sweats and a ratty tshirt that worked its way into her laundry basket at the laundromat. Her red hair was piled up on her head with the exception of a few strands that tumbled loosly around her temples and over the back of her neck. Erin looked up at Pete as he walked by. Her green eyes were so stunning that Pete froze in his tracks. He turned to face her and she invited him to sit. She read sadness on his face. Erin knew Pete was involved with the crime scene somehow and she could see that he wasn't excited about going back there. They went inside her small house and sat on the couch. She saw he had coffee, but offered him a soda, and poured herself a glass of white wine. They barely spoke 10 words aloud between them - but their eyes were speaking volumes. Erin leaned over, gently kissing Pete on the cheek. She then kissed him on the forehead and lightly on the lips. A tear rolled down Pete's cheek, which Erin softly wiped away with her fingertips. She knew he was dwelling on the events from across the street, and she also knew he needed something else at the moment. One by one, she undid his shirt buttons - he held her hands still and started to speak - but Erin placed a finger over his lips, whispering "Shhhhhhh". SHe stood up and pulled him up to her, then hand in hand, she led him to her bedroom. Without words, they undressed and lay on the bed. Their hands slowly explored each other's bodies. Erin let her lips and tongue caress his nipples as she stroked her hand down his stomach to his groin. She stroked his hard cock as he groaned in exacy. Pete was paralyzed in pleasure when Erin blew her breath softly across the tip of his penis. She moved further down on the bed now, taking he lenght of his cock deep into her mouth. She suckled him for a minute or two and then, moving back up the bed, she mounted him - pushing his raging cock into her tight, wet pussy. Erin ground her hips into him - slowly and methodically as Pete lifted his to push harder into her. He was deep inside now, thrusting, as she bore down on him, his hands resting on her hips. Erin reached up to undo the clip in her hair - the red locks tumblnng down below her shoulders. As She raised her hands to her hair, Pete reached up to touch her breasts. Her breasts ampley filled his hands and Erin moaned. Pete pinched each hard nipple when Erin moaned louder. She ground her hips into him harder now, stickng to a rhythm, keeping to a pace. Pete arched his hips higher - trying to thrust himself as deep into her pussy as he could. He geabbed her hips hard now and held her still. Erin felt his cock explode deep inside her - coating her pussy with his hot white cum. He pulled her down against his chest - her hair tumbled across his shoulder, her face nuzzling in his chest hair. They lay in eachothers arms for a while - she held tightly to him and he to her. She noticed it was getting late, so she pulled him into the shower with her. She jokingly made him 'assume the position' against the shower wall and she quickly washed him off. She stayed in the shower as he dried off and got dressed. Pete left her a quick note in the kitchen and headed back to the gruesome scene across the street. He approached Sgt. Ruiz with coffee in hand, but managed to dump it on the ground at his feet, making it look like an accident to cover up the fact that the cofee was cold by now. "Pete, You're still here?", Ruiz barked. "I thought I sent you home an hour ago. Here, sign this and get out of here". Ruiz handed Pete a form which stated what time the first officer on scene passed over control of the crime scene to someone else. Pete signed and filled out the form in two seconds... then made his way across the street to Erin's back door.