Meeting Mel The Beginning

This is the first of several chapters in my first attempt at writing a novella. It is a bit lengthy but I wanted to try and bring my characters to life. I hope that you enjoy and post feedback after your read! And thanks to my beautiful wife Kristi for her patience in reviewing my work and offering suggestions for improvements. I love you Baby!!

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Another Friday has finally arrived! That means the weekend is almost here. Only ten more hours and my vacation starts! WOOHOO! I’ve been looking forward to this for nearly a month and my nerves are a good indicator that I’m desperately in need of the time off.

So as I’m waking up, I feel something moving down towards the middle of my body. And it feels pretty damn good! Peeling the covers back, I find my lovely wife, Kristi, performing her favorite trick to wake me up: Gently licking on my morning “wood” and seeing how long she can do it without waking me up. She never makes it more than a few minutes but she does enjoy trying!

Now that I’m awake though, she laughs and climbs on. It’s only a few seconds until she is wet and my hardness is inside of her. She moves herself up and down, slowly at first and then faster and faster until she reaches her peak and screams out as pleasure envelopes her. Then, as is her usual ritual, she climbs off and grabs hold of my penis and frantically strokes it until I reach my own pleasure, allowing my seed to flow freely into her open mouth. A deep, passionate kiss that allows our tongues to intertwine for several moments ensues. Another Friday has begun!

As Kristi jumps into the shower and begins to prepare for work, I climb out of bed and perform my morning rituals. Having used the toilet and brushed my teeth, I pad to the kitchen and drink several glasses of water. This done, I head back into the bedroom to dress for my daily trip to the gym.

“Honey, do you have any plans for after work?” asks my wife. She does this every week even though she’s well aware that I don’t get off work until ten o’clock at night. As usual, I reply that I’ll probably go over to my girlfriends house and spend the night but should be home early the next morning. I also ask if she wants to do something after I get home.

“Oh, I don’t know. I was thinking that if you’re not too tired, maybe we could head down to The Brewery and have a few drinks. It’d be a fun way to start our vacation.”

The Brewery is our favorite microbrewery. Friday nights they have a band that plays until closing and we can usually find some friends hanging out. Ordinarily a game or two of pool commences and we all get good and drunk until they shoo us out of the place. Now and then the party continues at our house with several couples coming over to relax in the spa and have a few more drinks. On more than one occasion this has led to some wild times between all of us.

I told her that I’d call her during my shift and let her know how I was feeling. As I was ready to go, I reached into the shower room and gave her a quick kiss good-bye. Before I returned from the gym, she would be gone to her office and dealing with the normal childhood problems and anxious parents that her job as a pediatrician brings.

I went out through the garage and opened the door to my city car. In this case, it’s a police car. In our city, we’re allowed to bring our patrol cars home as long as we live within the city limits. The city also encourages us to use them for short trips around town so as to provide more of a police presence. Whether this has any effect on crime or not I don’t know. But it does save a little on gas and makes the neighbors feel safer.

I leave the house and head to the gym. It only takes a few minutes although I must pass through two school zones. This usually isn’t a problem as I enjoy waving to the kids as they point and shout. In my mind they are shouting good things though I’m afraid to roll down the windows and hear what they are actually saying.

Reaching the gym, I go inside and make small talk with Linda, the counter girl. She’s quite attractive and on more than one occasion I’ve fantasized about the things we could do together. She’s quite a bit younger than me and is a true hard body. Aside from me being a cop, I don’t have a chance and I know it. But she loves to chat and always has a question or two about what she terms “cop stuff”.

After a few minutes, I head over to the elliptical trainers. I used to run several miles a day on the treadmill but recently switched to the trainers after a minor injury to my knee. I’m not one hundred percent convinced that the workout is the same but I do enjoy it and it doesn’t hurt my knee.

Putting on my MP3 player, I get started for a hard forty-five minute workout. I try to push myself and do more than the day before. Today my goal is to do eight thousand steps in the forty-five minutes, which is roughly equivalent to four miles. It’s an ambitious goal but I’ll do my best to get there.

I quickly lose myself in the music and am happily strolling along at a pretty good pace. I get into a rhythm and can feel my pulse rising as sweat starts to form on my brow. This is going to be a great workout and I think that I’ll easily make my goal.

I open my eyes and look around the gym. The regulars are there and I smile at a few acquaintances who return the greeting. After four years of coming here, I know most of the patrons who come in at this time. I know most by name and a few of them have been over to the house for drinks before.

Then I notice someone I’ve only seen a couple of times and wish I’d see more often. She’s a tall redhead with an incredibly sexy body. I haven’t been close to her before but I can tell that she’s about six foot. She also had long red hair, nearly to her waist that she wears straight and in a long ponytail that comes out of a woman’s ball cap. She is slightly chubby but has curves in all of the right places. She’s got a slight belly, which is incredibly sexy on her tall frame and hips that are perfect (in my mind) for holding onto and thrusting deeply! She also has the longest legs that I’ve ever seen on a woman and I can imagine them wrapping around my back with plenty to spare.

I usually think of her as “Red” since I don’t know her name. At least that’s what I call her in my private pleasure times. And Red is often the object of fantasies during such times. Watching her and thinking about all that I’d like to do with and to her is starting to cause a slight bulge in my shorts. I quickly look away and divert my attention to the sports channel on the television.

I sneak an occasional glance at Red and notice that she knows quite a few people. I also notice that quite a few people, men and women, are sneaking glances at her as she makes her way around the gym. I start to wonder about some of the women whom I’ve had occasion to wonder about before when I’ve seen them checking each other out.

I try to get back into the music and pick up my pace. Twenty-five minutes down and I’ve slowed down considerably. I’ll have to really work to make my goal but I don’t think I have it in me today. I renew my resolve to come as close as possible and pick up the pace even faster, tuning out the distractions around me.

Thirty-five minutes down now and only ten to go. My pace is quite rapid, almost a run (or as close as you can get on an elliptical machine) and with a little luck, I will make my goal after all. By this time I’m covered in sweat and my shirt is soaked. I grab a quick drink from my sports bottle, towel off my head and keep going.

Only two minutes left and I am going to make it. It feels good although somewhere in my mind I can hear myself thinking that tomorrow I’ll have to do better. I push this aside and keep striding, keeping a close eye on the machines monitors. Only one more minute and one hundred and twenty paces to go to get there. At my current pace of one eighty-five, I’ll easily make it plus a few.

Finally time is reached and the machine goes into the cool down phase. I’ve made eight thousand and thirty-seven steps. Goal accomplished! I’m pleased with myself for working so hard and thinking about how, for being thirty-six, I’m still in pretty good shape. Not the shape I was in during my pro football days but I’ve never lost a suspect in a foot chase.

Finishing the cool down, I step off the machine and drain my sports bottle. I towel off a bit and head for the locker room to shower before heading home. I can’t stand getting into my patrol car all sweaty and stinking knowing that I’ll be spending ten hours there later in the day. I’ve driven home before all sweaty but had to wipe down my seat with a cleaner before going to work. Kristi says that I’ve got issues with cleanliness. She’s smarter than I am so she might be right. Either way, today I’m going to shower before I leave.

Walking across the gym towards the locker room, I chat with a few of the regulars. Some know what I do for a living and want to know how business is. I tell a couple of stories and promise to catch up another time. There are a couple of people who are the mothers of Kristi’s patients and they inquire about her. I catch them up with the latest and continue on my way to the showers.

I get in the shower and the warm water feels good pouring over me. I soap myself to clean away the sweat and as I do, my thoughts turn to Red. This is a precarious situation as I can easily get aroused thinking about her and the things I’d like to do with and to her. I can feel myself begin to get hard and quickly turn the water all the way cold to avoid any embarrassment. It works, for the time being, but I know that when I get home I’m going to indulge those thoughts and enjoy a long session of private pleasure.

Getting out of the shower, I towel off and quickly dress. Making sure that I’ve got everything, I pick up my bag and get ready to leave. I walk towards the desk to sign out and catch myself looking around for a final glimpse at Red. I don’t see her and assume that she must’ve left already. I feel a slight disappointment but not too much as I know that soon I’ll be able to enjoy her in the comfort of my own house.

At the desk, Linda smiles at me and inquires about my workout. She applauds my success at achieving my goal and we share a laugh together. I tell her to have a great day and move towards the door to leave.

“Larry,” she calls, “I have something for you.” Puzzled, I turn around. Linda is smiling broadly yet blushing a little at the same time. I return to the desk and inquire about what she has.

“You know that tall redhead who was here a little while ago? Well, on her way out she asked me to give you this,” Linda said as she handed me a piece of paper that was folded in half. I unfolded it and found a neatly written note inside. The note said that she’d seen me working out and would like to talk to me. It had a phone number and said that she’d be home all day and to call whenever I had the time. It was signed Love, Mel.

I looked at Linda who was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. I guess that I had a puzzled look on my face because she said, “What’s the matter Larry? Haven’t you ever had a strange woman want to jump your bones?” I think I blushed ten shades of red at this because Linda started laughing at me. I could feel the warmth in my cheeks as the blush worked its way up my face.

I couldn’t believe what I’d read! I looked the note over several time to be sure that I read it correctly. Each time that I re-read it the result was the same. Red, or rather Mel, wanted to talk to me and asked that I call her at home. I didn’t know whether to be excited or scared. I was used to women being tuned on by my uniform and throwing themselves at me but this was the first time in years that this had happened away from work.

I looked back at Linda who was still smiling from ear to ear. Apparently she found my uneasiness to be humorous. I must have stood there staring at her for several minutes before she broke the silence and asked if I was going to call her.

“I don’t know,” I replied. And I didn’t. It was true that I’d love to spend a few hot and steamy hours with the beautiful woman but I was married. Surely if she had talked to Linda about me even a little, this would have been mentioned. Maybe she didn’t care. Maybe it didn’t matter because I sure wasn’t going to ruin my marriage for the chance to act out my fantasies about her.

I slowly left the gym and walked to my car. I was in a kind of daze as the past few minutes had caught me off guard. This was something I hadn’t expected in a million years yet it was happening here and now. I was so amazed by the whole thing that I couldn’t think straight.

I got in my car and headed home. My mind was spinning and replaying the events of the last few minutes and when I arrived in my driveway, I wasn’t even sure how I’d got there. Hopefully I’d obeyed all of the traffic laws. If not I was sure that I’d hear about it later. People tend to get upset when the police don’t obey the laws that they enforce and are quite eager to let the Department know about it.

I walked into the house and saw the answering machine blinking. Pressing play, I heard Kristi’s voice reminding me that I needed to pick up my uniforms at the dry cleaners today. I was glad that she’d remembered since I’d forgotten all about it. I called her private office number and, for a change, caught her in her office.

“Hi babe, how’s my favorite doctor?” I teased her. Not one to let a good opportunity pass her by, she answered with, “Sorry sir, you must have the wrong number. This is not the proctologists office.” We burst out laughing together and I complimented her on her wit. The good thing about my wife is that she always keeps me laughing.

“How was the gym?” she asked. I paused and considered how to tell her about the gym. I knew that she wouldn’t be upset as we have a fairly liberal relationship, especially where sex is concerned. Plus she’s always pointing out women that are checking me out. She finds it hilarious and teases me about it all the time.

“Well honey,” I began, “something strange happened today. Do you have a few minutes?”

She must have heard something in my tone as she didn’t answer for several moments. I wondered if she was upset or maybe distracted. I sat and waited in silence. Finally she said that she did have a few minutes and to go ahead.

“Okay, here goes. You remember that redhead I told you about? The tall one with the long red hair?”

“Yeah, I remember. The one you call Red during your private times?”

How the hell did she know that? I was sure that I hadn’t mentioned that to her. I made a mental note to ask her about it later. Now though, I needed to get out the mornings events.

“Well, I saw her at the gym this morning. I was on the elliptical trainer when she walked in and I couldn’t help but notice her. When I finished working out I took a shower and she was gone when I got out. But she left a note for Linda to give to me.”

“I see,” she said. “And what did the note say?”

I read her the note. Word for word. Then I waited to hear what she thought. Knowing my wife the way I do, I knew that she’d tell me exactly what she thought.

“That’s funny honey,” I heard her say. Not exactly what I thought but at least she wasn’t mad. “What are you going to do?” she asked.

“What do you mean?” I quickly asked. I know that we have a pretty open relationship but this was far out even for us. Our extracurricular activities, as we refer to them, have been wild at times but we’ve never done anything solo. It’s always been together as a couple. This was unchartered territory where we’re concerned.

“Are you going to call her?” came the reply. I literally took the phone away from my ear and looked at it. What the hell was going on here? Was she giving me permission to call this woman and get together with her?

“Are you saying that I should?” I asked. My question was met with silence for a few moments.

“Yes, I think that you should call her and see what she wants,” Kristi replied. “Maybe she found out that you’re a cop and just wants some advice about something.”

I hadn’t thought about that. Maybe this was all innocent. Maybe I’d read into the whole thing and let my imagination run away with me. It had happened before.

I was curious though. How far was my wife willing to go with this. “What if she just wants to get me into bed and have her way with me?” I teased.

“Then we’ll just have to do something about that, won’t we?” I was taken with surprise again. This was something that we’d discussed and agreed would never happen. It just didn’t fit into our overall lifestyle and we weren’t comfortable with the idea of playing without both of us being involved.

“So are you saying that if she wants me to come over and pleasure her for a few hours that I should head right over?”

She laughed. “No silly, I’m saying that you should call her and find out what she wants. Once you know that then we can discuss what might happen.”

We hung up then with me promising to call her later and let her know what I found out. The whole idea of calling this woman left me uneasy but I promised myself that I’d call her during my lunch break. With that resolved, I headed to the bedroom to get ready for work.

I hit the streets about noon and headed for my beat. Ten o’clock couldn’t get here soon enough. I’ve been looking forward to vacation for several months and intended to get several things done around the house and do plenty of relaxing. I made a mental note to try and get Kristi to take a few days off and maybe take a trip to Tahoe or something.

The day passed and was rather uneventful. I wrote a few speeding tickets, handled a couple of routine burglary calls and generally stayed away from anything serious. This close to vacation I didn’t want to get involved in anything that might disrupt my time off. So I kept myself busy and prayed that nothing would happen on my beat.

Sooner than I cared for, my lunch break arrived. To assure that there are enough units on the streets to cover each other’s beats, we’re each assigned a lunch break. Today mine was at four-thirty and it was just about time.

“Radio, Adam-72 request Code 7,” I said into the mic. Dispatch cleared me and I checked out at my house. More often than not, that’s where I take my lunch so that I can be completely away from the public and not be bothered. Today I needed the privacy as I had to make that phone call.

I walked inside and took off my gun belt and vest. The belt gets heavy after a few hours and the vest makes me hot. During lunch I like to take them off and give my body a chance to relax for a few minutes. Today I felt that I needed to be as relaxed as possible.

Picking up the phone, I took the note from my pocket. I looked at it for a minute and then dialed the number. I also remembered to press the code to prevent my name and number from showing up on caller i.d. While she was totally hot, this woman could also be a psychopath. Better safe than sorry, I thought.

She picked up after two rings. “Hello,” I heard her say, her voice as sexy as I imagined it would be. Soft and seductive, just as I imagined she would sound.

“Uh, hi.” I said. “My name is Larry and I’m calling regarding the note you left for me at the gym this morning.” My heart was pounding as I said the words and I’m sure that I sounded like a nervous schoolboy calling his first crush.

“Hi Larry, I’m Melanie but people usually call me Mel. Thank you for calling. I wasn’t sure if you would or not but I’m happy that you did.”

I couldn’t imagine any man not responding when summoned by a woman of such beauty. But then I’d spent the day wondering if I’d actually have the nerve to make the call.

“Well, uh, Mel, exactly what can I do for you?” I asked, trying to keep my tone even and non-committal. I didn’t want to let on that I had the hots for her though she probably knew that most men did.