Officer Emelie Viander

Author's Note: This story is set in the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway and Denmark.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All comments and feedback is welcome.

HF

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Emelie stood to attention in front of the Board of Inquiry. The President, a retired Police Commissioner, was flanked by several other senior Nordland Police Service officers. They regarded Emelie silently as the President delivered his summary of their findings.

"In light of these findings, this Police Board of Inquiry exonerates Officer Emelie Vikander of any wrongdoing in the shooting incident involving Mr. Malik Keita. Officer Vikander's actions were deemed to be lawful, justified, and consistent with Nordland Police Service policies and training standards. She is cleared to return to active duty with the Nordland Police Service."

The President of the Board closed his folder and gazed at the young blonde policewoman standing in front of the board. He could see the nervous emotion on her face and the relief that she had been exonerated by the Board.

"Officer Vikander, your record since joining the Nordland Police Service has been exemplary. We hope that this incident will not diminish the dedication you have shown to your duties to date and the commitment you have made to protecting our community." He nodded. "You're dismissed."

"Sir," she replied before placing her uniform hat on her head and giving the Board a crisp salute. She made her way out of the room, catching the eye of Sven and her other colleagues sitting at the back of the room. They all joined her in the hallway outside.

Sven gave her a big hug as she felt the emotions drain from her. "I'm so glad that's over," she whispered as her friends and colleagues crowded around to congratulate her on her exoneration. "C'mon...let's get some lunch...my treat," Sven said with a smile.

*****

Emelie slowly rocked backwards and forwards on Sven as he lay on their bed in their apartment, his condom-covered cock buried very comfortably in her tight pussy. Their formal uniforms were strewn across the bedroom in a pathway towards their bed. After a relaxing, but alcohol free, lunch with their colleagues, they had returned to the Lysvik police station where Emelie had another round of meetings with her Lieutenant. Given the afternoon off, she was to report back for her next shift first thing in the morning.

They'd opened a bottle of wine when they'd returned to their apartment, but it soon sat forgotten on the coffee table as Emelie had almost dragged Sven into bedroom. He hadn't complained, assuming she was looking for an emotional, and sexual, release of all the tension that had built up over the past two weeks since the shooting. He was partially correct, but the build-up of tension within her had been more due to the continued presence of Kofi, and the events in his apartment, in the back of her mind.

She hadn't seen him since that night, having kept a low profile and not venturing out of the apartment much, except for visits to the gym and local swimming pool. As Emelie rocked backwards and forwards on her boyfriend's cock, she couldn't help but recall the difference in size and passion between Sven and Kofi.

She ground down harder on Sven, urging him on, as she ran her hands over his pale chest. Emelie's mind immediately thought of the contrast between her pale skin against Kofi's dark complexion and a shiver of arousal flashed through her mind. What's going on with me, she thought?

There was another, potentially more serious, issue that pressed at the back of Emelie's mind. Ever since that night with Kofi, she'd been terrified that she would fall pregnant to him, given the unprotected nature of their encounter and the timing of her cycle. Her period was due to start around tomorrow and she hoped and prayed it would occur as scheduled.

Despite the fear, she couldn't deny the tiny spark of an illicit thrill at the taboo idea of falling pregnant to someone like Kofi, someone so different to her and the life she had led up until now. She did her best to push that idea from her mind and focus on the pleasure that she was receiving from Sven.

"Fuck...Emelie...you feel so good..." Sven groaned as he looked up at her pink-capped breasts swaying just inches from his face. She continued to rock backwards and forward above him, his hands on her hips, guiding her motions. He closed his eyes and arched his head back in pleasure as he felt her squeeze down with her vaginal muscles, gripping his white cock in a tight embrace. "You like that, baby?" Emelie whispered, enjoying the expression of pleasure and contentment on his face.

"Yeah...that's incredible..." he gasped as she moved faster and faster, driving them both towards what promised to be a very enjoyable climax. Sven beat her to it, her pleasurable manipulations of his cock by her vaginal muscles being too much for him to handle. "Fuck...I...I'm cumming..." he groaned, pulling her hips down as hard as he could, driving his cock deep into her pussy.

He shook; once, twice, three times as he filled the condom with his seed. He opened his eyes and looked up at Emelie, her blonde hair draped around her head like a halo. "That was so good, Em..." he whispered. "I love you..."

She smiled, wishing she had found the release she was chasing but, nonetheless, she leaned forward kissing him on the lips. "I love you too, baby."

*****

The following day, to Emelie's ever-lasting relief, her period arrived, and, despite the associated discomfort, she felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Returning to duty at the Lysvik police station, she immediately felt the warm camaraderie of her fellow police officers. Stepping into the armory to sign for her pistol and ammunition, she felt a momentary sense of nervousness and she hesitated for a second before pushing this feeling down and getting on with her duties.

From discussions with the other members of the IFO team, Emelie learnt that there wasn't as great a community backlash as she would have expected following the shooting of Malik. By all accounts, he had been a low-level thug, involved in drug dealing and standing over local shop keepers. She found this attitude reassuring as she resumed her community patrols.

The one factor that was still a wild card for her was Kofi and she wondered how she'd react if or when she met him. She didn't have long to wait.

Several days after returning to duty, Emelie was out on a foot patrol around Lysvik when she almost walked into Kofi as he was emerging from a store, and she was making her way down the footpath. Emelie stopped dead in her tracks as she saw him, their eyes meeting.

"Emelie!" he said, surprised. "Kofi...I...uh...how...how are you?" she managed, the feelings and emotions that had culminated in the night of passion in his kitchen and that she'd tried to suppress over the past few weeks flooded back into her mind.

"I...I'm well," he replied, hesitant and nervous about how she would react after the way that they had parted. Emelie swallowed nervously, there was no getting around what had happened. He'd seen her naked, had fucked her on his kitchen table, even ejaculated inside her, she knew she should be reacting to him in a more mature way, she was a police officer after all.

"Look, Kofi, about what happened..." she said, trying to find the right words. "That night..."

"What about it?" Kofi asked, looking at her with a contemplative expression.

She sighed, trying to release feeling the frustration in her body. "I...I can't stop thinking about it. What we did... It was a mistake. I...I wasn't in a good place that night...I'm a police officer, I should have been in control of myself..." She looked away, unable to meet his gaze.

He raised one eyebrow. "A mistake? Why do you say that?" he asked, his voice calm and even. Kofi realized she was clearly conflicted, but he wasn't sure what she was going to do about it. Was it just a one-time thing, a way for her to release the pressure, the tension, stress that had obviously been building upside her after the shooting. Or was it something else, something more that she was looking for?

Emelie continued to avoid his gaze. "I don't know. I just...I feel conflicted. Guilty, even. I...I was acting on my impulses...I should have been better than that."

He took a step closer to her. "Emelie, listen to me. You're human, just like the rest of us. Just because you pull on that uniform doesn't change that. What happened between us that night, it wasn't a mistake. It was what you needed..."

She finally looked up at him, a frown creasing her face. "But I'm in a relationship, Kofi. I shouldn't have...done what I did...I regret it."

"I could tell you were hurting that night...I'm not regretting what we did, not at all..."

"But I am..." Emelie whispered. "I...I have a boyfriend and...you...you're..." She looked away.

"Black?" Kofi asked softly, knowingly. Her head sprang up; fast, too fast. "No...no, it's not that..." Emelie said quickly but he could tell that she was conflicted over this aspect of their encounter.

He paused and then nodded, his expression hardening. "Look, I get it...you ended up fucking a black man and now you regret it. I'm sorry this has messed up your perfect little white life...I thought you were different, thought that you really gave a damn about all of us out here, not just the white people on the street."

Emelie stared at him in disbelief. "K...Kofi...I..."

Kofi shook his head, "Save it, Emelie...go back to your perfect little life...and leave us...leave me alone..."

He turned and walked away, leaving Emelie standing there in shock.

*****

The loud dance music washed over Emelie as she made her way from the bar back towards the dancefloor where Anna and the other women were dancing. The Frostfire Lounge was one of the hottest clubs in Nordhaven and Emelie hadn't expected that they would be able to get in. Typically, Anna had known the doormen, and it hadn't taken much convincing to let them, especially when the group consisted of five toned Nordic women, all members of the Nordland Police Service, looking to have a Saturday night of fun on the town instead of plodding along in boots and their tactical gear.

Surprisingly, Emelie had been the only blonde-haired member of the group, the others all being brunettes or redheads. She was stylishly dressed in a figure-hugging Acne Studios black leather minidress that accentuated her slender frame. The dress featured intricate cut-out details along the neckline and sides, combined with an asymmetrical hemline that elongated her legs. Not that this was needed as she was wearing a pair of Gianvito Rossi pointed-toe ankle boots with stiletto heels in rich burgundy suede.

The other patrons, both male and female, that caught sight of her and admired her outfit would have been surprised at how she'd looked just an hour or so earlier when Anna had arrived at her apartment and convinced her to come out to the nightclub with the other girls. Emelie had been slumped on the sofa in just a t-shirt, hoodie and trackpants, her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun.

Emelie had still been thinking about her encounter with Kofi on the street -- was what he said about her true? Was the thing that she was hung up on the fact that he was black? She'd strived to make a difference as a member of the Police Service, but she realized the uncomfortable truth that despite her lofty goals to help the community as a member of the IFO team, her circle of friends and acquaintances was almost completely white.

Despite that, she'd come to the realization that the encounter in his kitchen had been the most intense sexual experience of her life. This fact, combined with his racial background and that it wasn't an experience that she had shared with her white boyfriend, left Emelie confused and more than a little bit excited.

The banging on her front door had shaken her from her stupor. She'd opened the door to find Anna standing there, delivering her usual ten-thousand-watt smile. "Em!" she exclaimed. "C'mon...we're going out!"

Emelie had held up her hands, she didn't feel like going out. Sven was working an overtime shift that night as they were saving up to have a holiday overseas in a couple of months. All Emelie wanted to do was curl up on the sofa with a tub of ice-cream and binge on some shows to try and forget about the disconcerting conversation she'd had with Kofi.

Anna, however, wasn't having a bar of it. "Nope, you're coming out with us...you need to have some fun!" She'd dragged Emelie towards the bathroom, propelling her friend through the door with instructions to do her makeup while she found her something to wear. Rummaging through Emelie's wardrobe she tossed various items of clothing onto the bed before settling on the black minidress.

She then turned her attention to her friend's shoe collection. She frowned at the sight. "Em, we really need to go shopping!" she called out to Emelie, who was still in the bathroom, struggling to put on her makeup. With a grin of success, she found the ankle boots at the bottom of the wardrobe and dropped them on the floor next to the bed as Emelie emerged from the bathroom.

"You'll look great in this," Anna said, pointing proudly at the dress and shoes. Emelie sighed, she hadn't worn that dress in months and hoped it would still fit. To her pleasant surprise, it did, and as she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but notice how it accentuated her toned figure.

Struggling to pull on her stiletto heeled ankle boots, Emelie had managed to swipe her phone, wallet, keys, and some lipstick that she jammed into a small purse as Anna did her best to bundle her out the front door. The trip to the nightclub had involved Anna talking incessantly about a new guy that she'd met and Emelie did her best to smile and follow along, but her mind was still fixated on Kofi. With a sigh, she hoped that a night out with the girls might be the best way to take her mind off things.

Emelie sipped on her Cosmo as she stepped onto the dancefloor, her friends swaying and dancing to the beat of the music. Anna's eyes sparkled as she saw her friend approach. She felt sorry for Emelie lately, it had been a tough couple of weeks, and she hoped a night out would lift her spirits.

Emelie enjoyed the sweet, fruity taste of the Cosmo as she finished the drink and placed the empty glass on a nearby table. Several young men approached, trying to dance with the group of young women and Anna and the others laughed and giggled as they selected several to dance with them.

Emelie was just starting to get into the swing of things, enjoying dancing next to a tall, blonde man with piercing green eyes when she noticed someone across the club. She blinked in surprise. Was that Kofi, she thought?

Excusing herself from the group, Emelie made her way across the dancefloor to see if she could get a better look. Yes, it was definitely him, she thought, as she saw him shake hands with a Caucasian man who turned and disappeared into the crowd. Kofi turned to move towards the bar and saw Emelie approaching across the dance floor. A look of concern and surprise flashed across his face for a moment.

She moved up to him, leaning forward to yell over the loud music. "Kofi! I didn't expect to see you here."

He nodded and then pointed towards a nearby doorway leading outside to the beer garden. She nodded in understanding and followed him down the crowded corridor towards the door. Leaving the club, Emelie felt a blast of cool air wash over her, chilling her after the hot and humid environment of the interior of the nightclub.

The beer garden was crowded, it seemed to be a popular night out in Nordhaven with people out to enjoy themselves before the long, cold winter gripped the city. Kofi led Emelie to a quiet corner of the garden where they could talk in private, away from the loud music the emanated from the club.

He turned to face her. "Emelie...what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I'm here with some friends. What about you?" she replied. Kofi gave her a little shrug. "The same, saw some friends, had a chat with them, was going to get a drink."

Emelie was silent for a moment. "Look, Kofi...I...I'm sorry about what I said the other day...I'm not sure how it came across." He regarded her for a moment. "I think it came across perfectly clear," he told her bluntly. Emelie recoiled slightly, but then nodded her head.

"I...I'm sorry, ok..." she said, more softly. He regarded her for a moment, before his expression softened. "Look, I shouldn't have said that," he told her. She shook her head. "No...I deserved it..."

She paused and then said, "I'm sorry, this...everything that happened to us...it's a bit of a shock...I didn't expect any of it to happen..." She took a deep breath. "Sleeping with you..." she paused. "Being fucked by you..." she corrected herself. "It...was, unexpected...but in hindsight I can sort of understand why I did it..."

Kofi stared into her eyes. "Emelie, I'm not angry or resentful or upset or anything about what we did...you're right, you needed that release, I can see that and understand that..." He paused. "I just thought that...I don't know...you'd be different...that you'd want to help my community...not look down on us..."

"Kofi...I do...I do want to help...I joined the Police to help people..." Emelie paused. "Your people...and mine..."

Kofi regarded her for a moment, searching her eyes for the truth. Slowly he nodded. "Ok...I believe you..." He looked around the beer garden and then returned his stare to her eyes. "So now what...was what happened just a one-time thing?" he asked.

She swallowed nervously. "Kofi...it was an incredible experience...but I have a boyfriend...you have to understand...I can't do it again..."

"Why not?" Kofi asked, his eyes and voice probing. "Why not?" she exclaimed, surprised and angry at his question and herself. "Why not? Because I fucking enjoyed it!" Emelie yelled, catching the attention of the patrons nearby. She slowed her breathing, calming herself before looking into his dark brown eyes. "And because if we do it again...I don't know if I'll want to stop..." she whispered, finally admitting the truth.

The pair starred at each other for a long moment before he wrapped his arms around her, crushing his lips against her. Instinctively her arms wrapped around his body, pulling him tight as she kissed him back with increasing passion. "Ever since that night...all I've thought about...is fucking you again..." he whispered through the kiss. Her breathy moan in reply told him all he needed to know.

Breaking the kiss, Kofi whispered, "Collect your things...meet me outside in five minutes..." Emelie simple nodded, aware of what she was doing but giving in to the temptation of desire that had been ignited inside her.

Emelie quickly made her way back inside the club where her friends were still on the dancefloor. Snagging her purse, she yelled in Anna's ear that she wasn't feeling well and was going to go home. Anna tried to persuade her to stay but Emelie told her she'd give her a call in the morning. Making her way out of the club to the footpath, she saw Kofi standing nearby, tapping on his phone to get them an Uber.

Within minutes they were speeding away from the entertainment precinct towards the estate where Kofi lived. The Uber driver, an older Nordlandic man, frowned in disapproval at the sight of the attractive blonde Nordic woman and the African man passionately kissing in his back seat.