Author's Note: For those of your who are looking for a story with immediate and gratuitous sex, please stop here. This is a tale of self-discovery, unexpected attraction, and love between two Honolulu police officers. Because of their particular sexual persuasion, this story takes time to develop. Hopefully, you will hang in there and be satisfied with the tale. Enjoy the telling.
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My name is Ryan Conners, and I have been a Honolulu police officer for nearly four years. Strangely, I can attribute me becoming a law enforcement officer to that lousy lying Army recruiter who sold me a bill of goods that being a military police officer was one of the best rear area jobs. Yeah, right, smoke and mirrors.
Towards the end of my enlistment contract, I pulled a tour in Afghanistan that showed me that what was supposed to be isn't always true. The so-called rear area quickly became a hot combat zone especially when the Taliban often took the fight to us. Coming under the threat of fire while conducting area security or escort duties, and not knowing who was an ally, a battle-harden foe, or an innocent bystander kept me constantly vigilant and on edge. That deployment convinced me that it was time to head for greener pastures while I had all my bodily parts and wits intact.
When I mustered out of the Army, I was given a choice as to where I would like to start my civilian life. Since my parents had passed away and I had no immediate family or friends waiting for me, I elected to separate from active duty in Hawaii. I had spent a short tour with the 25th Infantry Division located at Schofield Barracks on the island of Oahu and had enjoyed the laid-back lifestyle and people.
With no saleable skills other than policing, I applied for and got accepted by the Honolulu Police Department that handled the capital island of Oahu. Transitioning from military policing to civilian police life was relatively smooth and after a period of being checked out and tested by those whom I worked with, I found acceptance and the comradery that I had in the Army among Honolulu's men in blue.
Compared to the day-to-day struggles to survive the combat dangers of my previous military life, dealing with drunk drivers, domestic disputes, disorderly conduct, and other petty offenses was nothing. However, after four years on the job, I began to wonder if this existence was all that that the future had in store for me. That was then that Life threw me an unexpected curveball in the form of Marilani Souza, a rookie cop who was fresh out of the police academy.
"Ryan," said my lieutenant in a rare closed-door session, "You have kept your nose clean for the last four years...stayed out of trouble...and have been rock-steady and consistent in whatever has come your way..."
"Oh, fuck! I am about to get screwed," screamed in my head as I tried desperately not to cringe. "Every time a higher-up starts out by uttering such sentiments, the big "Wham-O" is sure to follow. Here it comes...the damn 'BOHICA' (aka 'Bend Over, Here It Comes Again')!"
"Since our station covers Waikiki and the surrounding neighborhood, police academy graduates start their first year here. In our district, they will encounter everything that might involve a police officer. To keep these newbies from getting into trouble and to break them correctly, they are paired with more seasoned officers such as yourself.
"Your fellow officers with more seniority have already gotten the views of the academy's cadre regarding the members of the graduating class and have made their choices as to with whom they would like to be partnered. Since you were recently added to the veteran-rookie partnering program and have the least seniority, you are to be partnered with the rookie that everyone else passed on."
When he saw the look on my face, my lieutenant quickly stammered, "Now, before you get all ape-shit about being forced to partner with someone whom nobody wanted, let me tell you a bit about your future partner.
"Her name is Marilani Souza but prefers to be called 'Mari.' She is twenty-four, not bad looking, and has a pretty athletic figure...here, take a look at her file picture. She is of Portuguese-Hawaiian-Chinese ancestry, stands at five-eight, and weighs under one-fifty pounds. Mari is a jock and excelled physically in high school and the police academy. On top of that, she graduated from a local community college with an associate in criminal justice before entering the academy."
"Okay, lieutenant, if this Mari is that good, why is she the least desirable? I mean, come on, what is the real reason all of the guys passed on her?"
My lieutenant squirmed as if he was trying to disappear. Failing in doing that, he finally said, "This is not supposed to be a consideration...I mean the department could get into big trouble if was ever to be discovered that this was being discussed. It seems that Mari is gay...like flaming lesbian...big-time dyke-ville...and quite outspoken and defensive about her sexuality. A lot of guys can't relate to (or handle) a rookie partner who looks like a woman but acts like a guy...and shoves her 'butchiness' in your face if you know what I mean?"
I was stunned at what I had heard, and yet, at the same time, not surprised. I remembered how women were not readily accepted in the Army Military Police and especially in a combat zone. I also recalled when I entered the department as an outsider with no local ties or roots, and how I struggled to break into and become a part of the "fraternal" order of police officers. In the end, my low-key (and often humble) approach, calmness, and willingness to put in long hours without griping got me accepted.
The fact that everyone knows that Mari was a known butch meant that she had openly and proudly declared her way of life. It also meant that her declaration would serve as a lightning rod for those in the force who were homophobic whether overtly or covertly, or those who were upset at being denied a chance to score with a naïve female rookie. I realized Mari's battle to become accepted would be greater than mine.
Looking my lieutenant in the eye, I clearly said, "Don't worry, sir. I'll take Mari and do my best to be her mentor and more. When do I get a chance to meet her?"
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My first face-to-face meeting with Mari was one of anticipation and trepidation for both of us. When we shook hands upon the lieutenant's introduction, I knew we were immediately checking the other out. I imagined that Mari saw a buff, pale-skinned, blue-eyed, blond who was several inches taller than her. While I had been told that I was good-looking, I only saw myself as being so-so.
To me, Mari was a natural cosmopolitan beauty who wore only a little makeup to enhance her rich brown eyes and inviting lips. I couldn't tell much about her body shape or features due to her dark-blue service uniform and gear but from what the lieutenant has said, I would have expected her to be athletically trim. Despite her efforts to seem friendly, there was a certain cautiousness and defensiveness in Mari.
"I heard," uttered Mari after the lieutenant left us, "that I was the last rookie to be selected. That makes you were the unfortunate 'stuckee' in the matter. Ryan, I want to be straight with you from the very get-go and so before you start hinting and putting the move on me, I'm gay... like into women...and am the dominant type."
"That's okay," I said calmly, "I'm straight...love women...and have never heard any complaints from my ex-lovers. I'm cool with your sexual preference as I hope you are with mine.
"However, please understand that if I do ask questions about you, it will be to get to know you better since we will be partners for the next year or so. Sitting in a patrol car with a total stranger is a bit hard especially since we are assigned to the night shift. However, that being said, if you feel that I'm getting too personal or out of line, just tell me to 'fuck off' and I'll apologize and back off. Is that okay with you? It is? Good, then let's get rolling, partner, and I'll show you our motor beat."
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Over the next few months, Mari and I got to comfortably know each other as we patrolled in our squad car. Wanting to set an example, I started the sharing process by talking about myself to casually pass the time.
"I was a "what the hell" child who was born to a couple in their mid-forties and who thought that they would never have kids. We live in a small little town in which my father was the school's handyman and custodian and my mother worked in the school's cafeteria. Things were tight on our family's small budget and I learned to go without a lot of things and social pleasures that most kids took for granted.
"While I was friendly to all, I was quiet and pretty much a loner who didn't hang around with any particular crowd. My grades were above average but I sucked at sports and had no inclination for extracurricular activities.
"When I was about to graduate, I sat down with my parents about what I should do after high school. I was surprised when they stated that they were barely making ends meet, couldn't afford to support me in college or trade school, and only had a small nest egg for their impending retirements. They followed this up by pointing out that there were very few employment opportunities in our town as evidenced by their jobs.
"My dad then surprised me by saying that I should join the military like he had done when he was my age. He mentioned that an Army recruiter was scheduled to stop by our school to enlist those who were interested in serving their country. Since I had taken the ASVAB (Armed Services Vocational Aptitude Battery) as part of my career exploration class, talking to a military recruiter would be my chance."
"So, what made you enlist in the Army and more so the Military Police, Ryan?"
"Sergeant First Class Ambrose Pierce of the United States Army...that lousy son-of-a-bitch set his eyes on (and teeth into) me the moment I approached his table. Smooth-talking and convincing as all hell, he quickly shot down his military competitors:
