Introduction
Thank you for all the love on the previous stories in this series. We're genuinely grateful and humbled at your comments, ratings, and requests for more. This episode introduces new characters and dynamics to the mix, while continuing the thread of finding themselves in inescapable compromising situations of their own making. As you may have noticed, each story is written to build off of previous episodes, but can also stand alone. We recommend reading them in order for maximum enjoyment. Enjoy!
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"How did I get here?" I asked myself, sitting alone at a back table of a popular restaurant. I was on my "lunch" break, working third shift (3:00 to 11:00 pm) as a police officer. My name is Joey Holmes. Moving from day to night shifts was the downside of my new promotion. When the opportunity was offered, I thought, "why the hell not? I deserve the promotion. Having evenings free would just be a painful reminder of my recent breakup with Ashley."
It was not how I planned or wanted things to happen in my life. The truth was, I had fallen hard for Ashley. I met her a year before at a softball game. We were on opposing teams; I played first base for police department's team. Playing in the league was a great way to get to know some of the other officers, have some fun, and meet girls. Everything changed for me when I saw Ashley step up to the plate the first time. She was a gorgeous at about 5'5," with shoulder-length blond hair, sparkling blue eyes, fit athletic body and a smile that lit up like a diamond. I suddenly realized what it felt like to fall in love with someone at first sight. By the way she hit the ball, I could tell she was competitive and determined to win. I watched as she ran toward me, sprinting toward first base. It was as if everything moved in slow motion.
"Nice single," I said.
"Thanks," she answered panting, already positioning to lead off the base, ready to run for second.
"Are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Single?" I asked.
"Wow, that's a line," she said, shaking her head. She paused and looked at my face, sandy brown hair and then up and down my body 6'1" fit body as if assessing the opportunity.
"Well?"
"Maybe," she answered.
"Talk about it over dinner, after the game?"
"We'll see," she said, as she took off to steal second base. She also stole my heart.
By the end of the game, she decided to take me up on my offer. We came to this restaurant. It was an instant connection. We talked and laughed for hours, before closing the place down. She invited me over to her place where things became passionate until the sun came up.
Ashley and I dated for several months. She was smart, feisty and competitive, which I loved. All of that also came to play in the bedroom, or wherever we had sex. Ashley was a seductress, priding herself on her ability to tease and please me. She had no limits on what she was willing to do or ways of being used. I've never experienced anyone like her.
Then, Ashley dumped me. It was out of the blue, but I should have seen it coming. She gave some lame excuse of just needing space to find herself, but she knew I was smarter than that. As a cop, I read people well. My sharp investigative mind and natural intuition put pieces together better than most, even other cops. That's why I was offered the promotion. My breakup with Ashley was an open and shut case. She dumped me out of loyalty to her mom, Pam.
Ashley introduced her mom to me early on in our relationship. That should have been a clue. Ashley talked a lot about her mom. She admired her and wanted to be like her. They even worked at the same bank, although Pam was in the executive offices. In many ways, they were more like sisters than mom and daughter. I knew it was important for my first impression to go well if there was any future for the relationship. I was glad it did.
The first time I met Pam, I immediately saw where Ashley got her beauty. Pam was a MILF. My mind shouldn't have gone there, but it did. Ashley bragged on her mom and told me I wasn't the first of her friends to think so. I could also tell Pam secretly reveled at my irresistible glances, and the idea she was catching the looks of her daughter's new handsome, muscular boyfriend. Like Ashley, Pam liked the attention, and almost competed for it.
Pam was only 5'2", a few inches shorter than Ashley, and slightly more petite. Except for Pam's brunette hair and sparkling brown eyes, the likenesses between Ashley and Pam were striking. They were similarly built with perfectly round tits, fit bodies, and asses that commanded attention. Ashley's confident broad smile was an exact match of her mom. Pam had clearly taken care of herself, looking at least a dozen years younger than her 54 years. She knew it. Pam wore her favorite multi-colored halter top, secured only by two strings tied in a bow behind her neck. The top showed off the firmness of her ample naked tits beneath. Her small jean shorts and casual heels accentuated her nice ass and tan fit legs.
I couldn't help notice Pam reciprocating the glances, not only in that first meeting, but whenever Ashley and I were with her. My observation skills are strong. Even though Pam was always dressed attractively, Ashley noticed her mom started dressing a little sexier when she knew I might be around.
Even with all her flirting, Pam thought Ashley could do better. The longer Ashley and I dated, the stronger Pam felt about it. "Have your fun with him Ash," she'd say, "while you're looking for someone worthy of you to settle down with." Pam didn't pull punches. She had already been divorced twice and felt an obligation to pass along her unsolicited wisdom to her daughter. Ashley felt caught in the middle between her enjoyment of me and her mother's insistence that Ashley find someone better. Ashley finally made her decision. She reasoned she could have any of a million guys out there, but she only had one mom. Ashley wondered if anyone would be good enough for her in the eyes of her mother.
I moved the food around on my plate with my fork. I had mixed feelings about the restaurant. I liked the food and atmosphere. But it also brought back memories of the many times Ashley and I spent here on dates, including that first one, only to go home and fill the rest of the night with memorable sex. It was Ashley's favorite place to eat. It made eating here both reminiscent and repulsive.
Suddenly, a burst of familiar laughter interrupted my melancholy quiet introspection. "Damn," I thought to myself. I took a quick glace over my shoulder, confirming what I already knew. Ashley, Pam and Ashley's sisters Maryah and Jordan were at a nearby table behind me. They were engrossed enough in themselves and their own conversation to notice me sitting there with my back to them.
"I just can't believe I'm in this situation," Ashley's familiar voice said, cutting through the restaurant chatter. I tried not to eavesdrop, but couldn't help it. "I can't believe I let him beat me in that golf game."
"It's okay," Pam said, trying to console her daughter. "You'll beat him next time."
"Who is he?" Maryah asked.
"His name is Cliff," Ashley answered. "Katie Kingston met him at a wedding we went to."
