[My thanks once again to estragon for editing my prose.
I wish it hadn't been so long between chapters, but alas life is sometimes not in my control. I appreciate all the feedback and love hearing from you. Please write. I love the suggestions, but may or may not incorporate them in the story.
-Tricia]
Session XII: April Fools
Thursday was April 1st and the warm spell continued. As I showered, I mentally prepared myself for the pranks and false alarms that always plague the University every April Fools' Day. Every year I found myself wishing that the professors would schedule tests that day, just to put a damper on the foolishness. And then each year I would realize I was getting old and I would try to enjoy the pranks even as I had to deal with them.
The truth was, however, that these days I was finding other ways of enjoying myself. Lucy and I had exchanged a dozen email messages in the afternoon and evening yesterday and we'd made plans to meet for lunch today. We'd talked about everything: our therapy, our lives, our new-found desires. It was mind-opening and so reassuring to talk to another married mother, my age, who was going through the same things I was.
When I saw how beautiful the day was, I sent a text to Lucy, "How about our own April Foolishness: I declare a no panty day. ;-)"
She responded quickly with, "Your so naughty. I love it. Your on." My inner nerd winced at the two wrong "you're"s, but I let it slide.
There was nothing on my schedule to have me running around campus, but normally on April 1st, I'd wear jeans defensively. Most years I wound up making some service call or another. But a no-panty day isn't as much fun if you're wearing jeans, so I hoped I wouldn't get a call and I put on a knee-length jean skirt along with a blue and green blouse. Wanting to look extra nice for my lunch date, I spent a little more time than normal on my hair, clipping it back off my ears. My husband had bought me emerald earrings the year before and I never wore them, so put them on too. I was pretty sure he wouldn't notice.
Once at work, I managed to avoid having to take any of the morning's outside service calls; I spent the time debugging problems over the phone and setting up new configurations from my desktop. The morning passed pretty quickly, but Lucy and I did manage to exchange a few texts.
I left the office a little before noon and headed through the back part of campus, by the aggie barns and through the back roads. Lucy worked in the next town over and had less time for lunch, so I was going to her.
On one of the back roads, I passed a police car, but I was driving the limit, so I didn't worry about it when it pulled out behind me. I was pretty surprised when the cruiser's flashers went on: I didn't think I'd done anything wrong. Of course, I pulled over. I was hoping that the cop just needed to get by me, but he pulled over right behind me.
Or rather, I should say, she pulled over right behind me. As I sat nervously looking in my rear view mirror, I watched the cop get out of the cruiser and realized that it was a woman. It was hard to tell much about her at first, because she was wearing aviator sunglasses, but she seemed to be in her middle thirties, trim and fit. The blue uniform fit her tightly, on slightly curving hips and breasts.
I rolled down the window as she got there. "May I see your license please, ma'am?" the officer asked me.
I looked at the name tag on her left breast, "Did I do something wrong, Office Cardones?"
She took off her aviators, staring at me with steel grey eyes. With her sunglasses off, I could easily see she was Hispanic and from this close I was able to pick up other details too. Her light brown hair was done up in a French braid. Her skin was olive-brown, a beautiful hue, I couldn't help but think. And she had on much redder lipstick than I thought a cop would normally wear.
"Your license, ma'am," she said again, more firmly.
I nervously reached over to my purse on the passenger's seat and dug out my wallet. I pulled out my license and handed it to her. "I was pretty sure I was under the speed limit, Officer."
She peered carefully at my license, then she handed it back to me. She pulled a notebook and pen out of her back pocket and started writing in it. I couldn't see what she was writing. "Please, Officer, can you tell me what this is about?"
"Please step out of your car, Mrs. Burgin," she commanded.
"But why? What've I done wrong?"
"Listen to me, Mrs. Burgin. Just step out of your car, ma'am. I don't want to have to repeat myself again."
There was a flock of butterflies taking flight in my stomach as I pulled the door handle and opened the door. I stepped out and, as soon as I had two feet down, she grabbed my right wrist, holding me tightly. "We need to step around to the other side of the car, ma'am."
"Please," I was near tears. "Why won't you tell me what this is about?"
She didn't say anything, but the pressure on my arm propelled me around to the side of my minivan that faced the woods.
"I need to conduct a search, Mrs. Burgin," she guided me so I was facing my car. "Put your hands on the top of your car. Spread your feet shoulder width apart."
"A search?" I was shocked, I tried to turn my body to look at her, but her hand on my wrist wouldn't let me. "What for?" Then I remembered what I wasn't wearing. I got even more nervous about how extensive this search might be. And then I realized that I was beginning to cream myself. Oh God, this could be seriously embarrassing. "Please tell me what I did."
"Listen to me, Mrs. Burgin. I will not repeat myself again. Just do what you're told." She released my hand and I put both compliantly on the top of the minivan. I shifted my feet apart.
Officer Cardones' hands started along my back, sliding down from neck to waist, not missing anywhere. She ran her fingers along the lines of my bra, apparently feeling for something underneath it. She paused briefly in the middle, expecting I guess to find the lump of the clasp, but I was wearing my only front-opening bra today. Then she ran her hands over my bottom and along the sides of my hips. I felt her squat down a little as she ran her hand up on leg, from ankle, to, oh my god, her hand went all the way up my leg to my crotch. I felt her side of her hand briefly touch the dampness between my legs. Then her hand went back to my other ankle and all the way back up again.
At this point, I was still completely freaked out and afraid, but I was also really starting to get turned on by this powerful woman who was handling me without compunction or limits.
I felt and heard her stand up behind me. "Turn around, Mrs. Burgin." I took my weight off my hands and stood, then turned around and faced her. She pushed me roughly back so I was leaning against the car. Her foot reached out and firmly shifted my legs wide again.
"I need to know if you have anything in your bra, Mrs. Burgin. I can reach in and check myself, or you can open your blouse and bra for me. Your choice."
I began to wonder once again just what was going on. I'd never heard of the cops doing this to anyone before. But I paused and she didn't like it. She reached up to undo the top button on my blouse. I blurted, "No, I'll do it." Her hands moved back to her hips and I unbuttoned my blouse from top to bottom, pulling it out from the top of my skirt. I reached up and unclasped my bra, and pulled it to the sides away from my breasts. My traitorous nipples, already hard, grew even harder as they were freed.
She reached up immediately and cupped my breasts in her hands, her thumbs against my nubs. She flicked them. "Are you aroused, Mrs. Burgin? I find that quite suspicious. An innocent woman wouldn't be aroused by having her tits fondled by a cop. Are you innocent, Mrs. Burgin?" Her thumbs continued to roll around the tips of my breasts.
"I, um, yes, I haven't done anything, oh." She was having an effect on me, for sure. The feel of her holding my breasts and teasing my nipples were sending jolts of energy down to my crotch. I felt my temperature rising.
"Really? Well, I'll be the judge of that. I think we need a cavity search." I knew I should protest but couldn't get it out. Her left hand remained against my breast. Her right hand plucked a latex glove from her front pants pocket. She brought the edge of it up to her mouth and slid her hand into it, pulling it on with her teeth.
"Please don't...," I managed, as both her hands lowered and started to lift my skirt. But that was all I managed. I soon felt her latex-covered fingers slide into my slippery pussy.
"I'd say you are aroused, Mrs. Burgin," Officer Cardones said with a wicked smile. "Very, very aroused." Her fingers started slowly sliding in and out of me. I wasn't protesting any longer. Her fingers felt so good in my sex.
