To Serve And Protect 6

Author's Disclaimers: All sexually active participants are over 18 years of age. Any resemblance to real live people is purely coincidental. Any real person named is for authenticity.

My name is Kyle deJong. I have just past the five year mark on the Whatcom County Sheriff's department. This is the county that borders Canada from Western Washington State. Having just turned 26, and still single, I was enjoying a new promotion in my department, having been given quite a lot of new duties to perform.

After graduating my little High School, about 25 miles east of Bellingham, our County Seat, and largest city in the county, I wanted to go to college, but money was tight, so I was overjoyed to receive a scholarship offer to play football at Central Washington, in Ellensburg, about 125 miles from home.

Standing nearly 6'3" and right around 185, I was a four year starter, and a star on our team. During my four years at Central, I grew to a fairly muscular 225, but knew the NFL wasn't in my future.

Luckily, I kept hitting the books, as well as opposing running backs. Majoring in Criminal Justice, with an eye on policework, I knew I wanted to stay near home, if possible.

It seems as if none of my college girlfriends wanted anything to do with someone who want to be a cop. Their loss.

As a rookie, I just learned all I could, and truly enjoyed my time on our County Sheriff's department.

I had my own apartment just outside of town, on the way to the Canadian border. I did visit my family as often as possible, helping keep my younger sister from straying too far, and getting into trouble.

The one thing she seemed to obsess about was some new hip-hop singer, Misty something or other. If they didn't sing country, I didn't care to listen.

Just a week or two ago, she tells me she saw on Social Media, that this Misty and her mother/manager were going to be visiting the Five Star resort hotel and golf course, located a little northwest of where my normal patrol area was.

We were all called into a Monday morning briefing session, telling us of this visit, due to her rather over indulgent mother, and her headline seeking reputation.

My sister, Karen, called me that evening, asking if I ran into her, if I could get an autograph. I thought, oh, shit, just what I don't need. I let my 16 year old sister know that I would try, but not to hold her breath.

The first few days, no problems, with either Misty, or her mother Chris, something or another.

But, Thursday, right before lunch, we all get a call of some sort of major disturbance in downtown Blaine, the nearest town to this resort. Four cars responded, with me second in command.

Upon arrival, I see this young girl and her mother weaving down a sidewalk, in the middle of downtown. Four of us Deputies approached, and tried to disperse the crowd. The mother, a brassy blonde of 40 or 45 years of age who was obviously drunk, yelling and slurring her words. The daughter, Misty, seemed nearly as drunk, but was quiet. When I approached both of them, this Chris yelled at us Cops that they were celebrating her daughters' 21st birthday, and we should just get the fuck away!

Having heard the swearing, and observed the drunkenness, we arrested both of them. Mom for public intoxication, plus contributing to the delinquency of a minor. My sister having just told me it was Misty's 20th not 21st birthday. And Misty for Minor in Possession, plus public intoxication.

The news media went nuts! Why, I asked them, should people who think they are important get special treatment?

Getting the pair of obnoxious drunks to our jail, for processing, and away from the prying eyes and cameras of the jerk offs in the media, we started filling out our arrest reports. I had the great misfortune of talking with Mom. All the time I spent filling out my portion of the arrest report, she kept up a constant barrage of insults, and threats, aimed at our entire department, and me in particular. After about ten minutes of this noise, I calmly told her I would stuff a rag in her mouth if she didn't shut her mouth! When I said this, her daughter's eyes nearly fell out of her head. By the way, Misty was very quiet, during this time, and seemed to be paying more attention to me than our Sherriff, who was filling out her arrest report.

After getting Ms Hough into a cell, much to her displeasure, Sherriff Johnson asked me to finish with this over indulged brat.

It was the first time I really took a good look at her. She was absolutely gorgeous. Even though I knew she was 20, she looked younger than my 16 year old sister. Her dark brown hair done in short corn rows, and skin the color of light milk chocolate. Quietly, she asked me if I really would have stuffed a rag into her mother's mouth. Trying to keep a straight face, I just nodded that I would have.

Just as I finished with Misty, this guy comes busting into our office and announces he is taking both his clients out of our jail.

"On who's authority?" I asked.

"I'm their lawyer!" he hissed.

"I don't care if you sit on the Supreme Court of this State, they have to see a Judge, before being released." Besides, I continued, you are their media clown, so don't come in here trying to throw your weight around. It certainly helped me having my sister giving me the heads up on the crap Chris was famous for.

I don't know who pulled some strings, but we were told that Judge Young would hold a preliminary hearing in two hours.

Sitting in Judge Young's courtroom, the media circus was held at bay, by the order of the Judge. Sherriff Johnson testified, then me. I told His Honor exactly what I had observed. Nothing more. I also told him how both ladies acted in our office. Mother, quite obnoxious, daughter, pensive and quiet.

After hearing from Chris Hough, who had calmed down, a little, they were both fined $500 and released.

I was pissed, but didn't have any say in the matter. Back on patrol, for my last half hour, I just sat and thought how could a mother lead her daughter down a road of self destruction. Not my worry, I told myself.

Getting back to the office to end my day, the Desk Sergeant showed me an online post, Misty had made. "Thanks to the kindness of Deputy deJong and for being a gentleman."

I was impressed, to say the least. I did receive some light hearted kidding from my fellow cops, mainly because of how good looking she was. Just as I was headed out the door, the Desk Sergeant handed me a piece of paper with a phone number on it. Misty's.

Did I want to caller her? Text her? Or, as my original thought, ignore her?

Of course my star struck sister told me to contact her. The next day, on my lunch break, I texted her asking how she was doing. She replied that she was OK, and wanted time away from her mother. I asked her if lunch the next day was possible, just the two of us. Yes, she replied, with a smiley face. Noon, I will pick you up at the front of your hotel, I replied.

At noon, I drove up to this very fancy hotel in my five year old Ford F-150 pick up. I wish I had my phone out to take a picture of the stunned look on her face.

"You really are a cowboy, aren't you?" she gushed.

"Not really, just sometimes," I replied.

This was my first glimpse of seeing her in a relaxed atmosphere. On the short side, maybe 5'4" or so and maybe a buck ten, wearing a nice pair of shorts and a UCLA tee shirt. It looked to me that she might have misplaced her bra, but that was her persona, I guess.

Jumping into my truck, we headed off to where I had planned our "date" As we were driving, and just talking like two normal people do on dates, I quietly asked her if it wouldn't be too much trouble if my sister could get an autograph.

Grinning a million dollar smile, she asked me her name, and signed the photo Karen had given me, just in case.

Sitting in my favorite burger place, we just talked about anything not related to the incident two days previous. I finally asked her if hip-hop was her choice of music to record. After staring at her folded hands for a few minutes, she admitted her mother convinced her she could make more money with hip-hop than anything else.

"What would you choose for yourself?" I asked.

"Don't laugh, Kyle, but my choice is Country."

After both of us laughed for a few minutes, and finished our lunch, I drove Misty back to her hotel. She asked me not to leave her alone with her mother, so we started walking around the hotel grounds. Just walking and holding hands looking across the water at the Southern tip of Vancouver Island.

Stopping at one point, I turned to her, taking her face in both my hands and softly kissed her very soft lips. She clung to my neck, returning my kiss, again and again.

We just stood there, staring at each other. "Kyle, I have something I need you to know. I'm a virgin," she whispered.

I just couldn't hide my smile, but I still said, "no shit?"

"No shit!"

"Does your mother know?"

She just nodded, saying it would hurt my image if that was common knowledge.

I was at a total loss for words, so I didn't say a thing. We just sat on one of the benches with her head resting on my shoulder.

We must have been sitting there another half hour, when Chris showed up. Before she started saying anything, I stood between them, just glaring at this piece of shit mother.

"Did she tell you how horrible of a mother I am?"

"I hate to tell you, Ms Hough, but she never said a bad word about you. I just know you do not have her best interests at heart, just yours."

As she turned to walk away, she just mumbled something about not getting too cold.

"Kyle, we are heading back to L A tomorrow, but I will call or text every day."

I admit I was a bit sad driving back home, but I knew my sister would be over the moon with her signed picture I had for her.

At work, the following Monday, I had the typical boring day, much to my liking. Just as I was heading home, I got a text from Misty, telling me how great a time she had with me, and things were changing with her mom.

I stopped by my parents home to give Karen her signed picture, when she showed me Misty's social media page, with her picture wearing, of all things, a cowboy hat! And a message that she was looking forward to making a Country record, or two.

Not a word, the next two weeks, except to answer my texts with one word: BUSY!

On a Thursday afternoon, I was finishing some paperwork, when my phone buzzed. I looked down at the screen, only to see a flight number and time for a flight the next late afternoon. Followed by "can you pick me up?"

My reply consisted of about fifteen smiley faces and thumbs up signs.

I was at Bellingham International Airport about an hour early, pacing like a caged animal.

Waiting at the gate, seeing quite a different Misty walking through the door. Corn rows replaced by a short, well styled Afro, and a very nice skirt and blouse, with a bra! Seeing me, she ran and jumped into my arms, kissing me deeply.

I finally asked how long she was staying, to which she replied until Monday night. Since I never asked where she was staying, I said, where can I drop you off. "Dummy, I thought I would stay with you!"

I just couldn't stop smiling driving back to my apartment. When she asked to stop at my favorite burger place, I agreed, instantly.

"Kyle, I want you to know I have been thinking about this all the time since we were up here, last month."

Stopping her, I quietly told her we would take anything and everything at her own pace. If we do nothing, I would enjoy just her company, I told her.

After another delicious meal, off we went to my apartment.

As we were driving home, she told me she had been talking with two record producers, about doing some Country music. Yes, it was Mom who found them, reluctantly.

Getting her suitcase and carry on into my apartment, she sort of froze, standing in my living room, staring at the floor.

I walked over to her, took her hands in mine, and kissed her lips as gently as I could. Breaking our kiss I whispered in her ear, if that's all we do all weekend. I will be happy.

We then put her clothes away, and I went back to my living room, while she put her toiletries away. I was relaxing on my couch, when she reentered the living room.

I just looked and mouthed "WOW"

She stood in the bedroom doorway, dressed in a short, see through nightgown, with a tiny thong and nothing else on. Her very pert B cups, topped with dark brown, hard nipples, poking through the material, left me breathless.

I moved over, taking her in my arms and softly kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, both eye lids, then her lips. Her tongue forced my lips apart, sparring with mine.

Moving back to my couch, her arms around my neck, one of my hands found her breast and softly rubbed her very attentive nipple. Not overly large, but rock hard. As her breathing quickened, I leaned over, kissing her nipple through the material. I reached down and lifted up the bottom of her nightie, removing it over her head. Kissing one nipple, while caressing the other, her breathing increased, and she started to moan, just a little. Then a little more. My one hand left her nipple and found the top of her tiny thong. As one finger found her outer lips, the upwards to her clit, she bounced as if struck by lightning.

I moved my hand to the top of her thong, and slowly started to remove it. At the same time, I sat up and took off my shirt and lowed my shorts and briefs in one move.

With my cock standing at full mast, I saw a very surprised look on her face. I wasn't sure if it was shock or terror. Laying back down, just holding her in my arms, kissing her cheeks and whispering we would take this as slow as she needed.

Very tentatively, she put her hand around my cock and slowly moved it up and down. I took her hand and licked from her palm to the tips of her fingers replacing it back on my nearly 8 inches. With her very warm hand wrapped around my throbbing shaft, she seemed to know a bit more speed was called for, and within about two minutes I literally exploded, shooting several strong streams of cum all over both of our bodies.

"Oh, shit, that is so sexy," she exclaimed. "Sexy, but a bit messy" she continued.

I think we need to clean up, a bit, I said, finally catching my breath.

"Lets get in the shower, together," I suggested. Misty looked like a deer caught in headlights, and just nodded her head.

With our height difference, it was tough not to get her hair wet, be we did manage to clean our bodies off. I think she was a bit shocked when I soaped both my hands and started on her breasts. With her back to me, and her head on my chest, I made sure her entire upper body, from waist to neck was spotless. Paying particular attention to her very firm boobs. Just hearing her soft moaning, I knew she was enjoying this cleaning. With one hand, and bending my knees, I lowered my hand to the top of her dark brown bush. With just the tip of my index finger, I found her hooded treasure, and very gently ran my finger up and down, coaxing her clit out of hiding. Then, up and down her virgin slit causing louder and louder moans.

She was reaching behind her, holding onto my hips as my finger was bringing her to a first hand induced orgasm. I had to hold her body close to mine, as her body shook, and her moans turned to several "Oh, fucks!"

"Oh, Kyle, I need to sit down, before I fall down."

"I'll never let you fall, Misty," I whispered.

After drying off, and climbing back into my bed, I just held her body close to mine.

"Would you be upset if we waited for a while before we, ah, did it?"

"Did what?" I teased.

After giving me a light punch in my arm, she quietly said, "Make love."

"We can take all the time you want."

In just a few minutes, I could tell by her soft breathing, she was fast asleep.

As I started to wake up, I looked over to see Misty, smiling, just staring at me. I asked how long she had been looking at me, and she replied, just a few minutes.

Snuggling in my arms, she says, "tell me something I don't know about you."

"Well, I am of Dutch ancestry and my family has lived around here for over 150 years. Now you."

Running her hand up and down my upper body, she tells me her given name is Melissa Ann Charles, but her mother thought Misty was more commercial.

"Is your father in the picture," I asked.

"Not really, he and my mother don't see eye to eye."

I withheld any comments that ran through my mind. But, I did ask her if she had any contact with him. She told me he lived in Richmond, Virginia and they talked at least once a week, or so. He's a little leery of me seeing a "redneck cop", his words, not mine, she stated.

As we talked, I felt her hand rubbing a bit lower, causing my manhood to tent the sheets. Silently, she started kissing my chest, and my stomach, lower and lower.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

My question was answered by her mouth engulfing the head of my very erect pole. She might have been a novice, but somewhere, she learned a bit about giving head. What she might have lacked in technique, she more than made up for in exuberance.

As she took nearly half my shaft in her very warm mouth, I reached for a condom, unwrapped it and watched her put it on, and move to mount my throbbing member. After the initial barrier was broken with just nominal discomfort, she started moving up and down, with my hands holding both of her hips.

She finally leaned over and we started kissing and letting our tongues play with each other. I began thrusting upwards a bit faster, causing several loud moans, bordering on screams. I could feel her entire body shaking from one orgasm followed by another within minutes.

As the second one hit, I exploded deep inside of her, glad that my condom did its job. Laying on top of me, trying to catch her breath, all I could hear, besides her hard breathing, were several soft "Oh, My Gods"

After a quick clean up, we returned to my bed, with Misty laying in my arms, grinning.

"My God, Luke, that was well worth the wait."

"May I ask where you got all your knowledge?"

"My grandma, on my dads side, we have remained close. She has also taught me all about my black side."

"Lucky me!" I exclaimed.

We just remained in our embrace for what seemed like hours. When it was only 10 or 15 minutes.

Just as I was about to start, again, I noticed she was sound asleep, and I wasn't about to wake her. Sometime during the night, I felt her roll onto her side away from me, so I snuggled up to her back, putting a comforting arm over her body.

I quickly fell back asleep, too, not waking until the streams of sunlight started peeking through my curtains. I looked her way only to find staring back with the cutest little girl smile.

"Good morning, sleepy head. You spending the day in bed?" she asked.

"Only if you stay here, with me," I replied.

I looked at my phone seeing a half dozen messages from my sister telling me our parents want us to come for dinner.

Showing the messages to Misty, I asked if dinner with my family was OK with her.

"Have they ever had anybody like me in their house?"

"What do you mean, the cutest girl I've ever brought home? The smartest, too?"

"No, smart ass, a black girl."

"You're black!? I thought you just had a nice Southern California tan!" I replied with a grin a mile wide.

I took her for a ride out to my family's house, located about 30 miles from my apartment, in the foothills of the second tallest peak in our state. Mount Baker.

We drove to about the 4,000 foot level, and after handing her a very heavy coat, we jumped out of my truck, only to be met with a gust of 30 degree wind.

Holding her close to my body, she grimaced, asking how anyone could function in this cold.