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I am Bradley Rosen, Brad to my friends, and I am looking at my 45th birthday, in about a month. I am also looking at my 20th year of practicing law, now at my own firm, for nearly two years. I'm married to the love of my life, Brenda, and we have a son, Josh, nearly 18 and a senior in high school, and a daughter, Joanne, 16 and a half, and a sophomore, at the same school.
It also happens to be the school where Brenda started teaching English just over 22 years, previously.
As a criminal defense lawyer, we are assigned to be court appointed, from time to time, which virtually cannot be turned down. Most judges know there are lawyers who like being court appointed, and there are some who don't. Color me in the latter category.
Its not the monetary issue, its usually the very low character of the defendants. They think by turning down a public defender, they'll get a better defense from one of us.
My practice has started to gain momentum, with my firm now having three lawyers and three paralegals.
On a very quiet Friday afternoon, I get a call from the presiding judge of the King County Superior Court asking me to take a case that piqued my curiosity. I recognized the defendant's name as a girl I had known back in Junior High School.
Kathy Moore. If our class voted a 'most likely to serve time in jail' she would have won. Hands down. It seems she must have forgot our high school graduation, and was a no show.
Looking over her record, I saw she was no stranger to the legal system. Five stints in the County Jail, and a juvenile record that was sealed. The current charge was assault, plus possession, with the intent to sell.
I called the Judge's clerk and told her I'd take the case.
I made a point of visiting her in jail on Saturday, as Monday, she would have her first court appearance, so this made the meeting important.
As I entered the interview room, I noticed she was still cuffed to the restraining bar on the table.
"Hey, unlock these fucking cuffs, asshole!"
"Good morning, to you, too, and your opening remarks get the cuffs left in place."
I sat down, facing her, opened my briefcase, and started to read her record. Just as she started to say something else, I calmly told her to be quiet, or I'd have the guard gag her.
I think she realized I meant business.
"Let's see, a frequent flier at County, and a juvenile record, that's sealed. Correct?"
"Yes."
"Let's talk about your first arrest, nearly 32 years ago, shall we?"
"That's sealed!"
"June 28th, Dahl play field, North Seattle, you and three gang bangers assaulting a young girl, do I have the facts right?"
"God dammit, that's sealed," she screamed.
I very slowly took a picture out of my case, and started talking.
"You, Jesus Montero, Phillip Smith, and Henry Watkins were trying to sexually assault one Brenda Buxbaum, isn't that right?"
Silence.
"A classmate of Brenda's came running at you four, swinging his baseball bat, right?"
Silence, with her eyes wide open.
I took two framed pictures out of my case. The first one, of two kids from around 32 years previous. Brenda and me, as soon to be seventh graders. And the second, of Brenda and me from last year.
"Meet my wife, Brenda Rosen."
If looks could kill, she'd have done me in.
"Why are you here?" she asked, barely audible.
Grinning, I told her I didn't have a choice.
Before getting too far into my little story, let's give you readers a little back story.
The sun was out, brightly that day, on that June afternoon, I was headed to the ball field with some friends, as we did nearly every day, during the summer.
We all heard the screaming, and saw those three soon to be jailed criminals attacking Brenda, the 'new girl in town'. I was the only one to react, grabbing my bat, and started running at them, yelling for them to get out of there.
The three of them were trying to rip her shirt off, when I swung my bat, connecting with one of their shoulders. My swinging bat got their attention, as I noticed this other girl, who seemed to be urging these jerks on.
Just as I kept swinging my bat at all three, plus the ring leader, we all heard the approaching sirens.
The main thing I was thinking as I was swinging my bat was, am I doing my grandpa Al proud with my level swing? Yes, Al Rosen, All-Star third baseman for the Cleveland Indians, in the 40's and 50's, is my grandpa.
When the dust cleared, with statements taken, I got the jacket I used to cover Brenda's shaking body, and just held her close, until her parents arrived.
Even before this happened, Brenda and me seemed to hit it off. Both of us wore glasses. We both had a mouthful of braces. Both were referred to as bookworms. Both extremely shy, except around each other and our respective families.
Along with these occurrences, we were both studying for our Bar and Bat Mitzvahs. Both our birthdays were in the same week, the next Spring. We just hit it off. As soon as we met, we just clicked.
All through Junior and Senior high, we were the epitome of best friends. In Junior high, we were overly cautious about kissing because we didn't want to lock up our braces, needing a trip to the orthodontist.
In high school, the running joke was how long after graduation would we get married. In actual fact it was just over three years, while we were just finishing college.
We had both just celebrated our 18th birthdays, and had talked about what we would and would not do, at our upcoming Senior Prom.
The Prom was fantastic. My dad let me use his car, far nicer than the beater I drove. Getting back to Brenda's house, we both changed into jogging pants and tee shirts. Sitting in her bedroom, just hugging, with an occasional kiss, or two, I got really brave and put one hand inside her shirt, cupping her fairly large breast. Her nipple hardened under my soft touch. Our kissing deepened, with our tongues doing some exploring. I very slowly lifted her shirt off, over her head, exposing her bra covered breasts. Fairly large, with her nipples straining against the fabric if her bra.
I moved my hands behind her, trying to unhook her bra. Not having a clue how this worked, we chuckled a bit, as she reached behind her, unhooking it, for me.
Her breasts were beautiful. I do have to admit, these were the first two I had ever seen, as my mom and sister didn't parade around our house naked. We weren't prudes, but not exhibitionists, either.
Seeing them for the first time, I just smiled, and whispered, beautiful. Followed by very gentle rubbing, her small nipples turned rock hard, causing her moaning to fill the room. We started kissing, softly, at first, but picking up quickly.
I finally leaned down, kissing one nipple then the other. Her moans were getting louder, with her hands gripping my shoulders harder and harder.
I finally sat up, taking my shirt off, and pulling my jogging pants off. We both laid down on her bed, with me easing her jogging pants off, too. With both of us just wearing undies, and kissing very deeply, my hand moved from one breast down her tummy to the top of her panties. I could tell by her sudden gasp, that I should slow down.
She moved one of her hands to the front of my briefs, asking "can I see it?"
Nodding, we both lowered my undies allowing my fairly sturdy 6 inches to spring free. Her hand lightly touched the head, then slid down my shaft. I rolled onto my back, with Brenda moving onto her left side and moving her hand up and down a bit faster.
It was the most exquisite feeling I ever had. With our kissing getting more intense, and her hand moving faster, I felt my pending explosion. All of a sudden, I started cumming. In buckets.
Just looking into each other's eyes, I tried catching my breath, with Brenda telling me that was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
After a well needed cleanup, we just laid staring at each other, under just a sheet. Our kissing started, again, with me finally removing her panties. I very softly touched the downy fine hair covering her already wet slit, just lightly running my finger up and down its length.
Just hearing her throaty moans had me hard as a rock, again. When I started kissing my way down her body, her moans became even louder, if possible. When my tongue touched her virgin slit, her knees clamped my head with a vise like grip. After a bit of exploration, I finally found her clit. With just a couple of very soft licks, she exploded, nearly knocking me off her bed.
Getting the condom out of its wrapper, and placing it where it belonged, I moved between her legs, and very carefully started inside.
After just a mild pinch, I was in. After all the years of thinking about this very act, we were finally doing it! Making love. Brenda and Brad. Making love. Doing it. Screwing.
Moving a bit faster, in and out. Kissing both her rock hard nipples. Her legs wrapped around my backside. This was what we had been talking about for several years. Saving ourselves for Senior Prom.
We were both fairly certain we were going to be married, and also knew we wouldn't make it through college, without doing just this.
As we were both closing in on our explosions, we were gripping each other as if our lives depended on it. Panting, thrusting faster. Brenda literally yelling in my ear, as she came, just seconds before I did. Laying on top of her, using my elbows to keep from crushing her, we were grinning from ear to ear.
