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 Dee Saves the Program 3 by Peregrinf

   "I am so going to miss you guys so much.  I wish we'd had more time
together, but this year's been so crazy," I murmured softly.

   Even snuggled close, side-by-side, my queen-size bed was cozy for the
three of us.  The only illumination was the rippling glow of the pool
lights on my ceiling.  Usually hypnotic, tonight they were sensuous.

   We were all naked, of course, and I was squirming inside.  When I'd
originally invited them I'd been thinking of nothing more than dinner, a
swim and a sleepover.  But my libido had its own intentions.  As I should
have expected, our skinny-dip had taken a sexy turn, lots of skin-to-skin
contact.  A three-way ducking contest had degenerated into a circle jerk,
if you could call it that when two of us were girls.

   Now, up in my room, along with the faint scent of chlorine on our skin
lust was in the air, but I was afraid there wasn't a breath of it to spare
for me.  They were such a tight couple, how could I come between them, even
for this one night?

   "What're you thinking?" Her soft question broke a companionable silence.


   How could I answer that?  At that moment I was remembering his stiff
dick bobbing in front of my face in the pool, thinking how good it would
feel tucked into that warm, welcoming pocket between my thighs.  I wasn't
sure I wanted them to know.

   "I'm thinking if it weren't for you I don't know where I'd be today," he
mused, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  But was he talking to me? 
"Remember when we met?"

   Oh shit.  After years of therapy hadn't he left that behind?  But I
glanced over and relaxed.  He was asking her and, as usual, she was doting
on him, her blonde curls on his shoulder, blue eyes deep and mysterious in
the near darkness.  Happy for them, still I felt a pang, remembering when
I'd exchanged looks like that with Greg.

   "How could I forget?" she whispered warmly in the dark.  From the way
her butt-cheeks were clenching I was guessing his arm was down by his side,
his hand nestled in her warm, soft, damp pussy-folds.  My hand crept into
my envious crotch, a feeble simulation of what she had to be feeling.

   I remembered.  Just the thought of that middle-school sleepover was
enough to make my asshole pucker.  No game of "Truth or Dare" before or
since had ever topped that one.  At the time she'd been in sixth-grade, the
two of us in eighth, he the only male, and a troubled one at that.  It was
supposed to be a hen-party.

   For them it had been love at first sight, and I'd had the joy of
teaching them, right then and there, safe ways to share their love.  Ever
since they'd been joined at the hip, even when he was in high school and
she still in middle school.  Now between classes they walked the halls hand
in hand, sharing secrets and fond looks over lunch.  What they had was
deeper than a childhood crush.  With her by his side his protective shell
was softened and warmed by her sweetness, her innocence tempered and
defended by his hard-earned wisdom.

   They completed each other.

   "What about you, Dee?  What're you thinking?"

   Uh oh.  Now she was asking me.

   "I'm thinking about how high school is almost over," I responded
vaguely, knowing it was a bunch of blather.  What I was actually thinking
was how much I envied them, and how much I wanted him.  You'd think that by
now my hormones would have settled down, but the pool frolic had roused
feelings in me I hadn't anticipated.  I was horny, very, very horny.  I
wanted cock, but not just any cock.  I wanted his cock.  I wanted him so
much it hurt.

   He and I shared a sexual history, desperate couplings to wrench him free
of his nightmares -- therapeutic fucks, to put it kindly, rather than born
of love.  Now she was his and he was hers, and I loved her dearly for her
sweetness and fidelity.  How could I possibly ask her to share him with me?


   So did that stop me?  Nosirree!  The Stick took over with her usual
take-no-prisoners strategy -- act first, apologize afterwards.

   I reached for him, without looking, as if that way she wouldn't see my
hand brushing his thigh, seeking.  I couldn't help fearing how he'd react,
what she'd say.

   Couldn't she see?  It wasn't that dark.  He could tell what I was doing.
Why didn't he stop me?  He should stop me!

   When I found his cock unoccupied I almost fainted with relief.

   To my amazement, it wasn't hard!  His girl was pressed to his side, his
knuckles nestled in her cunt.  She was stroking his chest, and his dick was
no more than fat noodle between his thighs, warm and soft.

   Maybe it was 'cause he'd had a couple of nice comings during our swim,
one time his pearly semen making swirling jellyfish shapes in the blue
water before dispersing, while we girls' pussies had pulsed sympathetically
in the cool currents.  The second time he'd been sitting on the edge in the
shallow end while she stood tit-deep in the water, arms on his thighs, cock
in hand, his cream vanishing down her throat.  I'd watched from nearby,
enviously diddling my own pussy, trickles of cool pool water tickling my
twat.

   Which had only made me hornier, of course.

   Maybe that meant he'd last longer -- if my flank attack succeeded.  I
fingered his swelling dick gently, my thumb lightly brushing that nerve
packed spot just under the rubbery head.  I didn't dare look.  Was he
looking my way?  Was she?  He had to know it was me.  She had to know....

   "Would you like me to warm him up for you?" she asked softly.

   Busted!  I yanked my hand back.  "Oh God!  Oh shit!  I'm sorry!"

   "Why?"

   "I -- he's...." All I could do was stammer.

   "Really, Dee, would you like me to warm him up for you?"

   She said it in the sweetest way.  I couldn't believe she wasn't being
sarcastic, but she gently took my hand, brought it back to him, actually
curled my fingers around his slowly expanding penis.

   "I mean it.  I know you want him, and I don't blame you.  If you'd
rather get him up yourself, that's okay." She giggled.  "I guess I sorta
sucked the stuffings out of him in the pool.  I think he needs a fresh
touch."

   "You're -- you can't -- I ...." I couldn't finish.  His cock, like any
man's, had a mind of its own and was coming to life in my hand.

   "Dee, don't you think we knew what would happen?" he asked softly, his
breath warm, the planes of his face shadowy in the darkness.  "We talked
about it before we came.  It's okay!  I'd love to make love to you -- with
you.  I want you, too.  Can't you tell?"

   "We know you, Dee." She gently squeezed my hand as I gripped him. 
"We're not stupid.  You're like a big sister to me.  What's mine is yours."


   It was a gentle scold.

   "I'm sorry." I felt like such a fool.  I wasn't even sure quite what I
was apologizing for -- for my dumb scheming, or for insulting their
intelligence.  Her sweet generosity made my eyes sting.

   "But there is something else I think you should know, another reason,"
she added shyly.

   "What's that?"

   "I'm a virgin," she admitted with a self-conscious giggle.

   That did surprise me.  They'd been an item for, like, four years! 
"You're kidding!"

   "Technically a virgin, anyway.  We've got an agreement."

   "No fucking until she's sixteen," he explained.  "When I'm at her house
we neck and pet up a storm on the sofa, then I go home and beat off.  At my
house she shares my bed, but...."

   "...  no fucking.  We made a promise, to each other and to my parents,
and we'd never break that.  We do lots of other yummy stuff, though," she
admitted with a dirty giggle.

   I kicked my brain into gear.  I sometimes wished I'd had as much sense.
"Oh wow!  A virgin until you're sixteen?  But that'll be...."

   "Only two more years.  You know there are other ways we can show our
affection," she drawled wickedly.  "After all, you taught me how to relieve
his pressure, our pressure, so to speak.  Remember?"

   I had, and I'll ever forget the morning after the sleepover.  As she'd
skipped down the front walk to her parents' car, her full white skirt
swirling around her still girlish calves, she'd been wiping her mouth with
a dainty lace hanky.  As they pulled away from the curb she'd given a
teasing wave of her fingertips and blown him a kiss, by then wearing the
white gloves her mom had handed her.

   Now, as if to demonstrate her oral skills again -- she plays the
clarinet after all -- she snuggled her cheek down on his six-pack abs and
gently licked my fingers along with the head of his stiffening dick.  Then
her soft lips closed around his glans, the sweetest, most intimate of all
kisses and I felt her humming softly against my fingers, his cock buzzing
in tune.

   Oh wow!

   Meanwhile his fingers were delicately exploring my slit, sweeping away
any lingering reservations.  Oh my.

   Him playing with my pussy was enough to make me groan, and he sighed as
she took more of his dick in her mouth.  I moved my fingers, wet with her
spit, out of her way onto the curls of his bush.

   With a mixture of love and lust he was watching her suck his cock, one
hand free to stroke her hair, his other still busy in my crotch.  She
didn't need encouragement, happily taking in more of him before withdrawing
again, while his finger slipped inside me, a hot worm into its burrow, my
pussy salivating at the invasion.

   "I know how much you've done for us, especially for him," she admitted,
admiring his now spit shiny dick.

   She dipped for another, deeper slurp at his rod.

   Did she really know everything about him, his troubled past, about us,
even the frantic get-him-out-of-the-nightmare fucks?

   Of course she did.  He wouldn't have kept any secrets from her.

   She interrupted her cock sucking again.  "And we know it's been a while
for you, since Greg."

   When Greg and I had split up it hadn't hurt as much as I'd feared, but
there hadn't been anyone like him since and I still missed his cock.

   Shit, I thought.  Was this a gratitude fuck?  Or a pity fuck?  Was that
what this was going to be?  Why can't people just....

   "But that's not why we're here, doing this," she went on, as if she'd
read my mind.

   "Then why?" I had to ask why.  I always do, even though I may not like
the answer.

   "Because you invited us!" she said between sucks.

   "Because we want to be here, with you," he explained, his finger
burrowing further into my welcoming pussy.

   "Because we love you, both of us love you, and I love him, and we know
you love us," she concluded.

   She slurped him again.

   "I know he's really gonna miss you.  I will, too, but not the way he
will.  He told me he wants at least one really good fuck to remember you
by," she said between sucks on his now fully erect cock.  "He's afraid he
might not have another chance."

   She dipped her head again, and gave him another long, incredibly
sensuous slurp, a strand of saliva and pre-come linking them when her head
came back up.

   Was it that, or her sweet words that were stoking my fire so much?

   She licked her lips.  "As for me, well, I'm told that, for a boy,
there's nothing to compare with the feel of his cock sliding into a hot,
wet cunt."

   The crude words coming from her young, soft, sweet lips tweaked my lust,
made me shiver.

   "He's been very patient.  He's too sweet to complain, but I know he
really wants what I can't give him yet.  I'd much rather it was your cunt
than some other girl's."

   She gave him another suck.  She has sweet cupid's-bow lips that looked
incredibly sexy around his dick.

   "Also, I really wanna watch.  Just thinking about watching him fuck you
really makes me hot.  I want to see his cock going into your hot cunt.  I
want watch it, to be here share it, and I want it to be tonight.  It has to
be tonight!"

   She slurped at the sensitive knob of his dick, wrenching a groan from
him.  She obviously knew how he liked his cock sucked.  I hoped she didn't
accidentally set him off.

   But then again, if she did we'd have the fun of starting all over again.


   "I'm not jealous.  I know you're not going to steal him from me.  You're
going away, he's staying here, and anyway he loves me at least as much as
he loves you...."

   "I love you more," he assured her, his voice choked with emotion, or
maybe lust.  "No offense, Dee."

   "None taken," I answered, my own voice husky.

   "Thank you," she told him politely.  "I love you, and Dee, too.  So it
really is all very logical," she concluded.

   Abandoning his now very solid hard on, she crawled over him to stretch
out on top of me to kiss me, lips to lips, our tongues quickly becoming
fully engaged.  Her naked body was soft and warm and exciting against mine.
Her mouth was sweet, scented with a delectable hint of his musk.  I kissed
her back, the last of my worries boiled away by her words, her kisses, my
hands enjoying the satin softness of her bare skin, cupping her lush tush.

   From the way she kissed me I could hope she was looking forward to being
a delicious night-cap.  We would have such a good time, with her boyfriend
looking on!

   "Now shut up and get busy," she concluded, slithering off me, cuddling
beside me.

   He rolled toward me to kiss me.

   "I'll even help, if you'll let me," she added hopefully.

   "I'd love it," I assured her.  He nodded agreeably.

   His hand withdrew from my sopping cunt to cup my breast, his thumb
toying with my alert nipple.  As he lifted and shifted I happily made room
for him between my thighs, my pussy licking its chops.  He and I swapped
spit and fondled each other's naked bodies, squirming skin to skin, while
his girlfriend snuggled against us, one of her tits soft and warm against
me, the other on him, her thigh embracing mine.

   Oh God yes, this was what I wanted, his weight on me, his cock nuzzling
at my pussy, and knowing she was right there, feeling her sexy warmth
against me only made it better!

   True to her word she was slipping down beside me so she could see, so
close her breath was hot on my hip.  When he lifted a little to give her
room her fingers directed his dick to my drooling pussy.  We were all more
than ready for this.  She carefully worked the tip of his hard tool into my
very, very hungry cunt, and oh, it felt sooo gooooood.  She steadied him as
he took his time, poking into me with a series of short, teasing pushes
while I tangled my fingers in his hair and tried to suck his tongue right
out of his head.

   Oh God, it felt so good to be filled again -- not just my cunt but my
heart, too!

   She got her hand out of the way once he was fully seated and he began a
slow, very sensuous fucking.  She was cuddling both of us, squirming the
muff of her pussy against my hip, her cunt painting my skin with its
juices. Virgin or not, this girl was hot as a pistol and already had all
the moves.  When they finally got to do the deed she was going to give him
the ride of his life!

   I reached to encourage him to push harder, drive into me, and found her
fingers already probing the crack of his ass, spurring him on and he
responded most enthusiastically.  I was just along for the ride as he rose
on his elbows for better leverage, stroking in harder, steadily stronger
thrusts.  He didn't settle for just a straight shot, either, but angled
every drive into me, left and right, up and down, and oh sweet Jesus it was
definitely a fuck to remember!  His cock was stirring my twat to a froth
while my clit was being hammered into a pleasure paste by his pubic arch
and he was sucking on my neck, his teeth digging into me.

   I was gonna have a hickey the size of Texas!  Oh well, it wouldn't be
the first time.  Mom would just cock an eyebrow, while Elaine would tease
me.  If they were doing what I suspected, they were leaving their marks on
each other.

   Then he hit my G spot and I exploded.  Where the hell had he learned to
fuck like this?  Much as I wanted to wait I was coming, wave after wave,
and he was still drilling me and drilling me, until he finally shoved in
hard, like he wanted to run me right through, and he began pumping me full
of his hot semen, shot after pulsing shot, and just when I thought he was
beginning to fade -- and so was I -- she must have dug a finger deeper in
his butt, because he pushed even harder, sending me over the top yet again,
and we held on to each other while his balls were wrung dry.  And all the
time, she was humping my thigh like mad, fingers buried in her twat.  Then
the three of us sagged into a weary, sodden heap of come-drenched flesh,
panting happily as we kissed off each other's sweat.

   "You don't need to worry about a thing when he finally gets to do you,"
I assured her once I'd recovered enough to talk, giggling and kissing both
of them with him still between my thighs.  "He'll do you just fine."

   "I'm not worried," she assured me as we snuggled together, his
shriveling dick still nestled cozily in my swamped twat.

   I had to ask him.  "Where'd you learn to fuck like that?"

   "I been reading some books.  Beth -- I mean Sis -- turned me on to them.
Did I do okay?  This is the first time I got to use what I read."

   I snickered.  That's Beth for you.  And he called her "Sis!" They really
were family!  "You did just fine!"

   We got untangled for a less distracting snuggle, his limp, soggy dick
slithering out of me, and for a while we just lay there.  It felt so good,
basking in the afterglow.

   "What was your freshman year like?" she asked in the comfortable
darkness, the pool lights having gone out.  "Mine's so dull!"

   My first reaction was to say, "Be grateful it is!"

   "No, really, I'd like to know," she insisted.  "You've done so much! 
How'd it start?"

   Oh wow!  How do I handle that one?  In my first few weeks I'd spent more
time naked than clothed.  I'd been raped, sent the rapist to jail, gotten
named to chair the committee to sort out The Program's problems.  At the
Homecoming dance, dressed like a queen, I'd danced up a storm with two
beautiful dates -- one male, one female -- only to fuck them both
afterwards, in this very house, the first time on the cold, hard vestibule
floor, almost before the front door closed, later in the pool, on my mom's
future carnal bed with its overhead track lights and mirrored ceiling, in
the shower.

   A week later I'd helped dedicate a nude statue of my brother's
girlfriend, outside in the warm, sunny afternoon, naked in front of a bunch
of dignitaries and spectators on the school lawn,.  The following Wednesday
the football team chose me to be Miss School Spirit, first time ever for a
freshman.

   Two days later, wearing nothing more than a coat of scarlet and gold
paint, flares blazing in my hands, I'd ridden a zip-line from beyond the
baseball diamond's center-field fence to the home plate backstop, where I
led the pep rally's cheers.  Next day I'd motivated the football team on to
victory, and afterwards celebrated with them in the locker room.

   And that had just been for starters!  The rest of my freshman year had
been just as eventful.  Now here I was, a graduating senior and looking
back on it I wondered how I'd survived.

   I decided to evade the question.

   "Maybe you'd like to handle that one?" I asked him.  "You were there,
too.  What was your freshman year like?"

   "I was in therapy.  It's all just a blur to me now," he countered,
grinning at me.

   "You rat!"

   That resulted in tickles and giggles, of course.

   "What do you want to know?" I asked carefully when we settled down again
in a new configuration that got me closer to her.  She smelled good -- like
sex.

   "Oh, I don't know," she murmured into my boob.  "Like I know you were
Miss School Spirit, and I think I know what that involves...."

   "Some things are not for your -- technically -- virginal ears," I warned
her, framing the modifier with finger-hooked quote marks.

   "Really?  Like what?" she persisted.

   "Like what goes on in the locker room after the homecoming game," he
answered wryly.

   "You're not helping," I told him, exasperated.

   "But...." she persisted.

   "What happens in there, stays in there," I answered her firmly, not
about to go down that road.

   "Oh."

   "Yeah," I said flatly.  It wasn't that I hadn't enjoyed it.  It's just
that, well, it's like I was a member of some secret society.  We former
Miss School Spirits don't talk about it, which of course leads to lurid
rumors, none of which measure up to the reality.

   She did at least drop that subject, but she wasn't going to give me a
rest.

   "They say you saved The Program.  That if it hadn't been for you it
would have been eliminated."

   "Well, I don't know about that." I wasn't comfortable taking the credit.
"The Program was saved, but saving it involved a lot of people, and more
than a little luck."

   "How so?"

   I decided to give her the benefit of some of my own hard won experience
without venturing into areas best not exposed.  "It happens all the time.
People do some innocent little thing and never realize what a difference it
makes down the line."

   "Like who?  What?"

   "Well, you guys, for example."

   "Huh?" "Us?" That got the attention of both of them.

   "Yes, you two."

   "Get out of here!  We didn't do anything!  I had nothing to do with The
Program," she protested.  "I was still in middle school!  Remember?"

   "I'm not necessarily talking about The Program.  I'm talking about, oh,
random acts of kindness, I guess you could say.  Sometimes you might do
something and never realize it has consequences -- hopefully good ones --
ones you never know about.

   I turned to him.  "For example, do you remember, in our freshman year,
when you told me about that middle school girl she was worried about, the
new one in eighth grade?"

   "Not really.  That was four years ago, after all." I felt him rock his
head again.

   That got him a poke from her.  "Don't you remember?  I asked you to talk
to Dee about the girl 'cause she was acting funny."

   I wondered.  "Why have him ask me?"

   He looked at me, his fuck-dazed wits recovering.  "I talked to you?"

   "Are guys always so clueless?" she asked me.  "I asked you 'cause I knew
how much you'd helped him."

   "Yeah," I agreed amiably.  "Guys are memory impaired.  But they're
useful for some things," I added, wiggling his dick back to life.

   "We sure are," he agreed, squirming against us.  I loved the feel of his
body against mine, and hers -- it was one of those really neat three-way
snuggles.

   She wasn't about to drop the subject.  "You must've done something.  I
know something happened, 'cause she began to change.  Took a while,
though."

   "What'd you do?  What're you talking about?" He was still trying to get
traction on what we were talking about.

   "Don't you remember?  It was a Friday, and I met you guys outside middle
school at dismissal time so I could see this girl she was worried about," I
explained to him patiently.

   "Oh, I remember now, I think."

   "You must!  Remember how the guy that picked her up after school drove
past all those stopped school buses?" I asked.  I looked at her.  "You told
us he did the same thing, every day, that no one tried to stop him.  That
really pissed me off."

   "I noticed," Alice giggled.

   "So?" he asked, his interest growing, but not, I thought, about this
story.  His fingers were exploring me again.

   "So I decided I needed to do something about it," I answered, doing a
not-very-good job of trying not to sound smug.

   She was pinching my tit -- was it curiosity?  Or something else?  My
body was certainly hoping it was something else, especially given the way
her boyfriend's fingers were dancing in my playground again.

   "Did you?" she asked.  "Do something, I mean?  I remember that one day
the next week -- don't remember which day -- a lady cop was there, to
ticket him for passing the buses.  That was the last time he did it.  I
thought she happened to be there on an anti-drug program or something. 
That was you?"

   I sort of shrugged modestly -- a good trick, given that I was naked and
being fondled.

   "It was!  You should've seen that chick!  She wasn't very tall, not like
you, Dee, but built like a fire hydrant with -- uh -- big bazooms." She
gestured with her free hand.  "He pulled away from the curb and came
roaring down the line, just like always, and she stepped out from between
the first two buses and faced him down.

   "He jammed on the brakes so hard he left skid marks, stopped maybe six
inches from her!  She didn't even flinch.  She was in her uniform, all
decked out with badge and gun and stuff, and had cap on, and those neat
dark sunglasses they wear -- made her look tough!  She was one hot babe, I
tell you!"

   One hot babe indeed!  Setting the bust up had required some very
sensitive negotiations between me and a certain undercover detective named
Maria Sanchez.  I managed to keep my mouth shut, rather than revealing just
how hot a babe she was.  Now, four years later, she still discretely
dropped by from time to time for what she called recruiting talks, not that
we necessarily did that much talking.  Sometimes actions speak louder than
words.

   She was now a Senior Detective.  For some reason just thinking about the
diamond decorating her nostril still made my insides go all soft and
squirmy, made my pulse race.  Maybe it was her satin smooth skin the color
of warm butterscotch, or the sparkling dark eyes I could lose myself in, or
her killer bod -- generous boobs and great hips -- on a short but sturdy
frame.

   Or maybe it was her courage and commitment to my safety.  The seeds of
what became a very personal relationship been planted at our very first
encounter, the strategy meeting to take down the Worm.  When I'd dropped
off the radar during the sting to nail the bastard she was ready to tear
the school apart.  Fortunately someone told her where to look before she
started kicking down doors.

   And oh, was it fun to remember the negotiations that got her on board
with my plan.  They'd gone on all night.

   * * *

   When I got home that day, after watching outside middle-school with
them, I dealt with the usual KTP as I called it -- the "kill the program"
message -- on our home answering machine.  Christ, didn't they ever get
tired?  The calls came in at least twice a week, not always the same day or
the same guy, but always a guy, and every time the same thing -- "kill the
program, kill the program, kill the program." Thank God they always came in
before Mom got home so I could get 'em off the machine before she heard
them.  I didn't feel threatened so I hadn't told anyone about them, rather
than have her worry.  I'd had heavy breathers before, this was just a
variation on the theme as far as I was concerned.

   But the careless driver really bugged me.  Him I had to stop, before he
ran someone over.  Then maybe I could help the girl, too.  She was
obviously troubled, but that wasn't enough to get anyone official involved.
The driver was a good reason to call Maria -- strictly for her professional
assistance, of course.

   Yeah, right, The Stick had snorted skeptically as I hauled out my cell
phone.  Maria's was one of the numbers Elaine had put on speed-dial.

   "Hola, Dee."

   Maria's second-generation American, but she proudly clings to her
Hispanic heritage, for reasons other than its value in her undercover work.


   "How'd you know it was me?" I asked suspiciously.  I do not give out my
cell to just anyone.  Not that I shouldn't have given it to her, I just
hadn't thought of it.

   "Caller ID," she responded smugly.

   "I know that!  Did my Mom tell you my number?" I asked suspiciously.

   "A good detective never betrays her snitches," she deflected me primly.
"So, what can I do for you?  Got another perv for us to get off the
streets?"

   I had to admit to myself that all I had was a hunch and an asshole
driving past stopped school buses.  The girl getting into the car had
looked like a whipped puppy, ignoring everyone as she made a bee-line for
her ride, but that wasn't enough for a bust.

   "Is this a bad time?  Want me to call you later?" I suddenly felt stupid
for bothering her.  For all I knew she was ready to take down a major drug
dealer or something.

   "Paper work that I'm glad to interrupt.  Speak, Chiquita," she ordered.

   "Chiquita my ass!" I retorted.  "I know enough Spanish to know that
'Chiquita' means 'little gift.' I've got at least six inches on you." She
always treated me like a grownup, which I liked, so it was easy for me to
forget she was one.  She didn't seem to mind when I did.

   "You might have the reach, but I have the muscle.  You wanna wrestle?"
she challenged.

   Now that was an offer I'd happily take her up on, even knowing I'd lose,
but this was not the time to discuss it.  "Can you write a traffic ticket?"


   "You called me to set up a traffic stop?  Are you kidding me?  My days
as a Meter Maid are way behind me, Chick-eee-tah." She deliberately
stretched it out.

   So I explained the situation to her.

   "'Child abuse maybe?" she asked.

   "The girl looked totally beaten down," I answered.  "She hides behind
her hair, doesn't do any extra-curriculars, doesn't seem to have any
friends, ignores people who try to be friendly.  I've got nothing more than
a hunch."

   "I can't pull him over on a hunch, Dee."

   "But what I do have is the way he drove past the school buses while they
were loading.  That alone should be a felony!  He could kill someone. 
Maybe if you pull him over you can spot something -- uh -- hinky."

   "Hinky?  What shows do you watch?"

   "Reruns of Law and Order?" I ventured.  "Anyway, it shouldn't take more
than fifteen minutes of your time.  I'm told he does the same damn thing
every day.  When the buses pull up to load he's already parked right by the
'Buses Only' sign, so they have to work around him.  She gets in the car
and he pulls out and around them, ignoring all their flashing red lights
and stop signs.  He's a menace.  Sooner or later some kid's gonna chase a
ball or something and get run over."

   "Isn't there a cop there anyway, or a school resource officer?"

   "Lost him in the last budget battle," I explained, remembering the
worthless donut-muncher that used to stand out there ogling eighth-grade
girls.  Fat lot of use he'd been when Missy was mobbed.

   "Budget cuts," she muttered.  There was a long silence.  "Okay.  You
gotta point.  I wouldn't do it for anyone else.  I'll have to dust off my
uniform and my old ticket book, so it's going to cost you."

   "Anything!"

   "Anything?  I like the sound of that!"

   "Anything," I assured her, liking the sound of it myself, knowing we
were thinking the same thing.  There'd been hints that had triggered my
gay-dar during our little adventure a few weeks before.  Later encounters
had only reinforced the feeling she was interested in me in other than a
professional way.

   "Okay.  For starters, how about one of your legendary home-cooked
spaghetti suppers?"

   For starters?  Oh yeah!  "How'd you hear about those?"

   "Your mama."

   "Okay.  When?  Oh, and you know we've moved."

   "Of course I know.  You're living in a palace with a rich doctor.  I'm a
detective, remember?  I better remember to wipe my feet."

   "She's not rich, and it's not a palace," I argued, embarrassed.  "When?"


   "I'm free tonight.  But we might need a whole night to negotiate," she
drawled.

   "A whole night?"

   "I don't think your Mamacita will mind.  She seems to think she owes me
a favor."

   "I think she does, too."

   I mentally inventoried the contents of the freezer.  Yup, I had sauce
already made up.  Mamacita?  How well did she know my Mom?  Then I
remembered.  They'd been together in the office while I was ...  No!  Don't
go there, I told myself.  I only released those beastly memories when I was
talking with Ms.  Andrews during our counseling sessions.

   "I'll call Mom and Elaine to let them know you're coming."

   "Ooooh!  My favorite gynecologist will be there, too?  See you tonight,
Chick-eeee-tah!"

   So of course I told Mom and Elaine exactly what was going on with Maria,
including the "negotiations" I anticipated.  Since I wasn't putting myself
in harm's way, and considering who it was, they had no problem.  They were,
after all, in a somewhat kinky non-traditional relationship of their own.
After supper neither of them raised an eyebrow when I led Maria upstairs,
though Elaine gave me a dirty wink.  I could tell by the way they'd been
looking and touching that they were planning on doing some negotiating of
their own in their room.

   Maria was in one of her "undercover" outfits, which covered very little
since it consisted of a tight red halter top and skin-tight, low riding,
very, very cut-off jeans.  The tiny diamond in her nostril was out sparkled
by her navel decoration.  Even though she was built like a brick-shithouse
she could, and did, pass as a teenage Hispanic tart when she needed to, as
more than one hopeful john had discovered trying to pick her up on South
Street.

   I wondered briefly if she had to take out the jewels when she was in
uniform.

   "Nice bed!" Maria observed after I'd given her my "what happens in this
house doesn't leave this house" speech to reassure her that nothing we did
would endanger her career.

   "Queen size.  " I answered, turning down the covers.  It was a little
big for the room, but gave me more room to play when I had company over.

   When I turned back she was right in front of me, inches away, and it
wasn't because the bed crowded the room.

   "You're busted," she said softly, her dark eyes sparkling, a dirty smile
quirking her full oh-so-kissable lips.

   Still unsure if my hopes would be realized I was wearing a loose T-shirt
and shorts.  Usually I was naked at home, but with her coming over I'd
restrained myself.  I could only blush, and look down at my boobs, so shy
compared to hers, noticing how stiff my nipples were.  "Not really."

   Her hands took my wrists.  "Yes, really.  You are busted," she
whispered, moving in, and I suddenly discovered just how strong she was as
she firmly forced my arms behind me, and how soft and warm and truly
kissable those lips were.  Our tongues tangled and I was helpless as she
drew me close against her lush, full body, her crossing my arms behind my
back as she did.

   I was her prisoner, and I loved it.

   Suddenly I was having a lot of trouble breathing.  Oh I was soooo
busted! I didn't even try to resist her, just melted against her warmth,
welcoming the strong thigh she wedged between my legs to put pressure on my
pussy.  I wished I could just melt into her.  When she let go of my wrists
I felt a little pang, but wrapped my arms around her, discovering just how
firm those wonderful breasts were, my own leg rising against her, feeling
the heat and humidity from her crotch right through her cut-offs.

   When we separated to catch our breath she reached for my Tee and I
obediently raised my arms so she could lift it off over my head, briefly
tousling the new 'do I was so proud of, tweaking the little studs in my
earlobes.  Then her fingers were busy at the waist of my shorts, and
suddenly they dropped down my legs, and I was naked, naked, naked before
her.

   "Chiquita," she whispered, her fingers teasing my tits, "you are so
beautiful!"

   I reached for her halter, unfastening it behind her neck, reached around
her, and it fell away, exposing her awesome breasts.  My fingers fumbled
with the silver buckle of her belt, ran the zipper of her cutoffs down and
they fell away as easily as my shorts had.  The shadow of her dark bush
showed through the red lace of her bikini panties.

   Her lush breasts were heavy but didn't sag, bigger than Mom's, probably
a generous C cup, nicely firm.  Her nipples stiffened in the open air,
begging for a good sucking, which my lips took advantage of on the way down
as I knelt to peel her panties down, bringing me face to face with her
bush.

   Finding her slit through that thick, curly hair was going to be a jungle
safari to look forward to.  I inhaled her lush fragrance on the way back up
to my feet.  Gosh, what a woman she was!  I was taller but she had curves
in places where I didn't even have places.  My fingers discovered she was
anything but soft, except where it mattered.  Her age?  Probably twice my
14, though she looked younger.  If she didn't mind the difference I sure as
hell didn't.  I figured I was going to learn a lot from her tonight.

   "How about a shower?" she asked.  "Then we'll negotiate how to resolve
your legal issues, Chiquita."

   Tall as I was, the way she said it I did feel like I was a little gift.

   Under the streaming water as I washed her I studied the way the rivulets
ran down over her coppery skin, curved around her boobs, dived into the
forest between her thighs.  My soapy hands confirmed what I'd already
discovered -- she was buff!  She probably could have bench-pressed two of
me.  She was soft where she was supposed to be soft, but hard where she
needed to be -- not just her arms and shoulders and legs but her tummy and
back as well.

   And her ass.  Ohhhh, her ass was a work of art!  I couldn't wait to
explore that crevasse in depth.

   I was flattered when she complimented my swimmer's muscles, her fingers
stroking and testing my arms, my shoulders, my pecs, my traps, my glutes
and quads.  Her touch was sweet and gentle, but I could sense the fire
within her as we toyed with each other, dried each other.  I let her lead
me by the hand back to my own bedroom, her lush butt flexing enticingly.

   I was nervous, breathing hard, but her warm embrace and first soft
kisses eased my mind.  Giving the jewel on her nose a teasing lick I just
had to fondle her breasts, fascinated by their weight and their firmness.
Her nipples were big, her areolas proportionate with her lush masses.  When
we hugged her boobs were warm pillows, her mouth and mine growing more
hungry and demanding as we kissed.  When she lay back on my bed, drawing me
down on top of her, cupping my skinny butt was a reach for her because of
our height difference.  Spreading my legs to straddle her ample hips
stretched my groin.

   We negotiated our positions with regard to the matters at hand -- and,
in this case, mouth, me working my way down on her.  Suckling on her tits
was like taking on one of the monster ice cream concoctions they serve at
the Sip'n'Dip, without a spoon.  They were even topped with stiff cherries,
and when I nipped at them with my teeth she wrapped her arms around my head
and I almost smothered in her hot flesh.

   Squirming and sighing and murmuring, we tasted our way around toward a
69.  My lips and tongue toyed with her belly-button accessory on the way
down to the forest between her powerful thighs, while she was plumbing my
undecorated navel with her agile tongue before it danced the rest of the
way to my pussy.

   When she reached there it was positively electrifying.  Hispanics have a
way of rolling their "rs" that might have had something to do with it. 
Unlike the guttural German way, Latinos use the tip of the tongue.  Zowie!

   I had a wonderful time finding her slit, wandering through the forest,
my fingers and tongue combing aside her curls until I exposed her grotto.
Parting her lips with my thumbs exposed dusky pussy flesh, the rosy pink
inner lips blossoming to engulf my face as I moved in, her hair tickling my
cheeks as I explored her depths.  She flooded my face with her hot juices
and I burbled happily in her cunt.

   I swear, she was actually spicy, or maybe that was just my imagination.

   My tongue scooped up wave after wave of her goo before I abandoned her
tunnel and sought the nubbin of her clit.  More than a pearl, this one I
could close my lips around and flick with my tongue, her hips heaving
upwards into my face.

   Oh, we came and came and came, one moment her back arching, lifting me,
her mouth sucking at my gushing pussy, then dropping, her thighs clamping
closed on my head as I drank from her from clit to cunt, tasted all of her.


   Oh my!  It was a good thing it was a queen size or we probably would
have fallen out of bed.

   In the post orgasmic darkness, back head-to-head, we snuggled and
cuddled, and I felt warm and safe cuddled against her lush body with its
pillowy protuberances.  I was still at a loss on how to thank her for being
there for me when I'd staggered out of the Worm's hole, for the charge
she'd led to put his worthless ass behind bars.

   "Thank you, Dee," she murmured.  "You are the bravest person I have ever
known."

   I felt myself blushing.  Me?  Brave?  She's the cop!  She's the one who
puts her life on the line every time she makes an undercover drug buy or
penetrates some street gang.

   "I was terrified," I confessed.

   "It takes a brave person to overcome their terror," she countered, her
hand stroking my head.

   "I don't like to think about it," I grumbled.

   "I understand.  I don't either," she admitted.

   I thought about asking her if she'd ever had to shoot someone, but
decided I didn't want to know.

   Without another word she began to love me again, this time her hands
stroking me tenderly, her lips showering me with kisses.  We were moving,
just moving against each other, legs tangled, thighs pressing pussies, big
breasts squishing against my girlish chest.  Our mouths melted together in
deep, deep kisses, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, her exhalations
streaming in my mouth, filling my head with her fragrances, while my breath
washed through her, and we became one, sharing sighs and moans as our
orgasms washed over us.

   We slept for a while, but sometime in the dark I realized I was awake
and we engaged in yet another nose-to-tail-in-depth exploration.  This time
our tongues ventured further back, and I discovered the more earthy region
between her buttocks.  As her hot tongue set me ablaze by probing me I
returned the favor.  Maybe it was the dirtiness of the deed that made my
coming so searing this time.  After exploring every curve and hill and
valley of Maria's terrain, and she mine, we again slept in each other's
arms.

   In the morning she assured me she'd show up outside the middle school
within the next week to ticket the guy, and maybe get some feeling for what
was going on with his passenger.

   * * *

   "That bust wouldn't have happened if you hadn't asked me to see Gretchen
when she left school that day," I pointed out.  "He might have just kept on
doing it, driving by those buses, until something worse happened."

   "Gretchen!  That's her name.  That can't be the same girl who sings with
the choir now!"

   "It is," I assured her.

   "Gretchen!  Gosh she's a real fox, and she sings like an angel!" As he
said this he was palpating me like he was looking for lumps, but I was
hoping for action with her before the night was out.  Well, I'd get him
drained eventually, I decided, enjoying his attention to my boobs.  "I hear
she lost her mom to cancer not long before she moved here."

   She shivered.  "I don't know what I'd do if I lost my mom."

   "She did lose her mom," I acknowledged, "and then it only got worse. 
Her dad couldn't bear to stay in the town where his wife died -- he loved
her so much, everything reminded him of her -- that's why he moved them
here.  I don't think he even asked Gretchen.  She not only lost her mom,
she lost all her friends and was dropped into a strange school in a strange
town.

   "He was a wreck, so was she, but she was trying to be strong for him, be
the woman of the house -- cooking, cleaning, laundry, the whole mess -- and
prop him up while she was grieving herself."

   I toyed with his cock with one hand, teased her pussy with the other. 
It's nice being ambi-sextrous.

   "At the same time, he was all over-protective with her, hardly letting
her out of his sight.  He drove her to school every day, picked her up
right after the closing bell," I went on.

   "Ouch!" She winced.

   "He'd lost his wife.  My guess is he was afraid of losing his daughter,
too," I explained gloomily.  "But I didn't know that then.  No one did. 
When I saw her leaving school that day all I knew was that something was
awful wrong, that she needed help, but what could I do?  I didn't even know
her name.  I couldn't just walk up to her and say 'you need help.'"

   "So how does the cop fit in?" she asked.

   "I know the cop -- she once said if I ever needed help to call her -- so
I asked her to be there to catch him in the act."

   "So?" His fingers were still playing with me.  Oooo that was nice!

   "I also told her that I thought something was wrong with the girl,
Gretchen.  Maria -- the cop, that is -- got his name on the ticket, and
agreed with me something wasn't right, but there wasn't anything she could
do.  I did a little research and passed the info along to the right person
to help them both."

   "Ms.  Andrews," he guessed.

   I sometimes wished I got a finder's fee from Ms.  Andrews for the
business I sent her way.

   On the other hand, she was so overworked she would probably be glad to
see the last of me for the same reason.  This year she'd tried to enlist me
to teach sex ed in middle school, the way Carl and Beth had done, but I'd
managed to foist that off on Missy and her beau Lacey.  They'd done a fine
job.  My participation had been limited to a show'n'tell about lesbians,
with the willing assistance of Kathy Powers, who just happened to be in
town at the time.  But that's another story.

   "So, see?  You got me involved.  When I got the cop involved to stop the
school bus drive-bys it eventually changed Gretchen's whole life, and her
daddy's."

   I didn't go on to tell them that it was just the tip of an iceberg.  Or
maybe it's more accurate to say I was tugging on a loose end that tied in
to a threat to The Program I hadn't known existed.  The whole thing had
snowballed from there, to mangle the metaphor.

   "I got to know her when he let her join the town swimming team the next
summer," I went on, happy to drop that subject.  "That's when I found out
that her mother had sung in their church, and Gretchen had loved singing
along with her.  So the next fall, when she got to high school, I
introduced her to some friends and got her involved in the choir.  So you
just never know where a good deed will lead."

   By now my mind was on more enjoyable matters, like what was in my right
hand, hot and ready again.  John was on his back, Alice was on her haunches
on the bed, his head between her thighs, toying lovingly with his hair and
ears and giving him little pecking kisses.  No one objected when I
straddled him and aimed his cock up into my already sloppy cunt.

   Alice hungrily watched me slowly lower myself on her boyfriend's dick,
licking her lips.  She had to have the self-control of a saint to stick to
her vow of chastity.  Her 16th birthday party was going to be one to
remember, that was for sure!  I hoped I'd be in town for it.

   At the moment she was diddling her aroused pussy, fingers playing with
her pink folds, one slipping up inside.  Her back arched, presenting me
with her lovely titties, and who am I to turn down an offering like that?
They were so young and fresh, peaches tipped with ripe berry nipples that
made my mouth water.  Oh, I did so want her.  When I reached for her she
didn't resist, but rose on her knees.  Leaning toward her, my lips met hers
in a tender, loving kiss.  When my tongue tip danced on her lips she let
out a soft sigh and let me in.

   For a long time I didn't move anything but my tongue, savoring her mouth
and the feel of his bulk in my happy cunt.  Then Alice gave a little jerk
and a squeak, almost biting my tongue.  I looked down to see John raising
his head so he could flick licks at her open pussy with its shining pink
ruffles.

   Yes, they certainly did know how to have their fun without fucking.

   The sight of her tits had my mouth watering again.  I just had to taste
them.  It was a little awkward, but with a few readjustments I was able to
suckle on her without dislodging John, amusing myself by trying to get one
whole breast in my mouth by sucking, first one then the other.  Every suck
got a squeak and a sigh out of her, like I was playing with a doggy-toy. 
I'd get to her twat later, I hoped.

   For a moment she fumbled behind herself, found a pillow and jammed it
under John's head so he could relax as he ate her out.  Then she did her
best to help me, cradling my head to her bosom so I could continue feasting
on her breasts, slurping back and forth between them, making her nips
bulge, her chest sloppy with my saliva as I began to fuck myself on him
while he sucked and licked at her blossoming pussy.

   Oh, it was a gloriously juicy sexual buffet for all of us.  Maybe it was
because we knew this might never happen again, but we took a long time,
moving together in a marvelously erotic ballet until we were all coming
together, him jetting into my spasming cunt while he sucked down her
gushing juices with loud slurps and she and I wailed a joyful duet into
each other's mouths.

   When his cock finally began to wilt she and I toppled to one side in our
own warm embrace.  Poor boy.  He was done, at least for a while.  Meanwhile
she and I squirmed and snuggled for a time before I kissed my way down her
sweet young body so I, too, could taste her pussy.

   I had a fleeting memory from long ago -- the middle-school sleepover --
of trying to show this lovely young girl with my fingers how people fitted
together in a 69.  She certainly knew how now!  Lying on our sides, my head
on the inside of her thigh, hers on mine, she didn't hesitate to dive into
my cunt swimming with its double load of his come.  Her hands clutched my
ass to draw me tight to her mouth so she could suck out his semen.  It
didn't take us long to eat each other to mutually glorious climaxes while
he looked on, fondling us both.

   "I love you, Dee," Alice whispered when we'd reoriented ourselves face
to face again.  "I can't thank you enough, ever, for bringing me John."

   It was still a marvel to me the way she, so young and sweet and naive,
had connected with John with his tormented past and unwelcomed experiences
at Judy Liu's sleepover that night.

   John was spooning me from behind, his exhausted cock nestled in the
crack of my ass, his hands sandwiched between my breasts and hers.  What
could I do but smother her with kisses as I assured her I loved her, too,
and John -- and that I always would -- before we all fell asleep.