Too Cool for School (Again) Pt. 06

This is the latest instalment. Thanks to those who have made it this far. I've enjoyed this series and hope you do too. All characters are over 18 and fictional.

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Summary of last part:

Nate's undercover role became increasingly complicated after an emotional encounter with Sophia, earning him a stern warning from his captain. Meanwhile, Sophia and Carla made a reckless decision that drew them closer together. Another fatal overdose raised the stakes of the investigation. Determined to stop the spread of the deadly pills, Nate knows he must find the dealer before anyone else gets hurt.

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(Nate, Monday 08:00, Hill Valley High School)

Lucy and I spent Sunday coming up with a plan for an attack. Clearly, we weren't doing well on our own. We analysed all the available leads and facts of the case. I made the case that we had to rule out Sophia and her family. Everything pointed to her father, apart from Carla's alluding to Sophia. We were desperate to end this. I still thought the best play was to get access to Mr Garcia's office.

Other officers had already infiltrated his import export business and gone through his office there. They didn't find anything.

I tried to find Sophia before classes started, but she wasn't at her usual haunts. I saw her in the corridors between classes, but her friends kept blocking me. Or she would somehow merge with the other students and disappear.

It wasn't until lunch that I managed to track her down and corner her. She was sitting in the cafeteria with her friends. Carla included. When I approached them, I felt the vibes turn instantly icy.

"Hey Sophia, do you want any tutoring today. You've got an English make-up test on Friday, haven't you?" I said, feeling every girl's eyes boring into me.

Sophia flicked her hair disdainfully and refused to look at me. She actually folded her arms and turned her back on me. It was so childish that it was bordering on funny.

"She's not talking to you right now. Her parents are paying for a proper tutor, so you're not needed anymore," Carla said with a little too much satisfaction.

I could tell by the sparkle in her eyes that this was bullshit. Some childish game was being played at my expense. It pissed me off that my investigation was being hampered by schoolyard shit.

"Come on, let's not play games. I'm offering to help you," I said with frustration, causing her friends to stand up and close ranks.

"She's not interested. Go bother someone else," one of her red-headed friends said.

She stepped up and got right in my face. I was so incensed that I snapped a little.

"I'm not talking to you, darling. I'm talking to your mate. Who I thought was bigger than using the silent treatment for no good reason?"

"Hey, is there a problem here?" came a deep voice behind me.

Some of the football team had come over to intervene. That meathead Brad, who had been all over Lucy, was one of them.

"Yeah. This loser won't leave us alone," the red-headed girl said, looking at me like I was some perv.

I held my hands up, submissive and stepped away. Trying to defuse the situation.

"Look, guys, I didn't do anything. I don't want any trouble."

"Then I guess you'd better fuck off, my guy," Brad growled as he stepped between the girls and me.

I stepped. Back a few places before turning. Pissed off at myself for losing my cool. I'm just frustrated with Sophia, but also a little hurt. I thought I had explained things on Saturday, and we were in a good place. How the hell was I going to get into her house now?

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I kept away from Sophia for the rest of the day. I kept getting dirty looks, which made me think word had got out about the incident in the cafeteria. I got a note from Mrs Clark, the guidance counsellor, to come to her office. She was the only person at the school who knew Lucy and me were undercover.

When I got there, I noticed Mrs Garcia, Sophia's Mom, leaving the office. She looked smoking hot in a tight, grey, pencil skirt and suit jacket. Her low-cut blouse showed off just the right amount of her impressive cleavage. She looked powerful and commanding.

She eyed me with that warm, slightly suggestive smile she had done before.

"Have you been naughty, Nate? I do hope not," she said as I approached.

"No more than's necessary, Mrs Garcia," I said.

Returning her smile but being more reserved by using her surname. Her eyes raised a little before she spoke again.

"Well, try to be a good boy, and hopefully I'll see you again soon," she said, eyeing me up and down somewhat appraisingly.

"Definitely," I said, stepping close and brushing past to reach the door.

I could smell her expensive perfume as I passed and felt a slight buzz of sexual tension. She was bewitching like her daughter. I forced myself not to turn back and watch her leave as I heard her heels clack off the hard floor.

Mrs Clark was flustered when I entered and seemed out of sorts. Nervous, agitated, even scared. She wasn't happy about the undercover work. Even tried to retract her statements regarding the pills. It was her intel that had started the investigation in the first place. I put her worry and concerns down to my performance at lunch. I promised we were making headway and that this would all be over soon.

Lucy cornered me later and berated me for losing my cool. I tried to explain, but she wouldn't have any of it. She told me to go over to Sophia's after school and sort it. It was the only option I had.

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I tried to catch Sophia after school to suggest a study date, but couldn't find her car. Pulling up to her house, I noticed no cars in the driveway. I parked the bike around back like I had the first time I visited. Knocking on the door, there was no answer. Tentatively, I tried the handle, not expecting for one moment it would be unlocked.

To my shock, it was...

My heart thumped in my ears. I knew I shouldn't. This was completely illegal and stupid. But the opportunity was too good to pass up.

Opening the door, I waited for any alarm to sound. Any reason to stop this idiocy and run for it? I was tempted to call out and check that the house was empty. If Sophia were here, then I could just pass this off as what I originally intended. Coming to talk to her.

But something about the stillness in the air told me I was alone. In a split second, I steeled myself and slipped inside. Waking quickly over to Sophia's father's office. Most likely, it would be locked, and I would just leave. No harm, no foul.

There must be some cosmic entity looking out for me because I found the door unlocked again. It was an impressive room. Dark leather sofas, wood panelling lining the walls, and a huge mahogany desk with green leather inlaid in the top. I moved quickly and methodically, looking for anything suspicious. Anything that could be like Garcia with the drugs. The office draws, waste paper basket, files and diaries turned up nothing. Everything pointed to this being the office of a successful, legitimate businessman.

Feeling disappointed but satisfied, I had at least achieved something. I left the office. As the door clicked behind me, I heard a voice.

"Well, well, Mr Cavendish,"

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(Sophia, Monday 16:30, Carla's bedroom)

"I just feel so bad," I moaned to Carla as I lay in her arms in her bed.

"Trust me, he's going to be so into you now," Carla said, stroking my hair absent-mindedly.

We had been together pretty much nonstop since Saturday night. At first, I was scared and disoriented when I woke up on Sunday. Whatever that pill was had made me feel things that were exciting but terrifying. Deep down, I didn't regret what we did, but I needed time to process.

Carla was her usual carefree self. Not at all burdened with the same guilt and religious shame as me. It had been her idea to give Nate the cold shoulder at school. She said it would make him crazy for me. I wasn't so sure now. I had been heartbroken when he turned me down, but on reflection, I saw his point. Did I really want my first time to be in a grubby motel room? I guess in a lot of ways, I wasn't a virgin anymore.

Carla had been the first to make me cum. First to lick me down there and the first person I had done more with than kissing.

But I still harboured that same burning need for Nate. A desire to experience all those things with him and more. To be filled up with his big, hard cock.

"But how long does it take?" I asked Carla, sullenly.

"So you're still keen to go through with it? Let Natey boy pop your cherry," Carla said with a little excited giggle.

"That popped a long time ago thanks to your toys," I said, joining in her giggles.

It was true that my best friend had snuggled me a few sex toys a few months ago. When I grew too frustrated with my then-boyfriend's insistence on chastity.

"It's not the same at all," Carla said wistfully, daydreaming.

I suddenly had a rather funny thought.

"Would you... Would you be there to... You know... help?" I asked nervously.

Carla sat up and looked down at me with a serious expression.

"What? You mean like you, Nate and me. Together?" She said, and I heard the excitement in her voice.

"We've experienced so much together, I just thought it would be fun," I said. The real reason is a little pathetic.

Nate came off so cool and experienced. I was worried I wouldn't satisfy him. Imagining actually living out our threesome fantasy was also on my mind.

"Well, yeah. I'd love to, if you're sure. But we have to set some ground rules. I don't want to do anything that will upset you," Carla said, stroking a loose strand of black hair behind my ear.

I looked into her big, dark brown eyes and saw the hunger there. The same lust that I felt bubbling inside me all the time.

"To saying yes to new experiences and trying everything once," I said, holding my pinky out just like she had Saturday night.

Carla smiled and wrapped my little finger with hers. Sealing the pact. Then I saw her smile falter. A rare look of shame and guilt that I never thought I'd ever see on her beautiful face.

"I have to tell you something, Soph. Promise you won't freak out," she said. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

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(Nate, Monday 16:30, Sophia's house)

I felt like a deer in headlights, my body frozen in place with my hand still holding the door handle to the office.

"What are you doing sneaking about in my house?" She asked with a slight hint of a smile.

She stood with her arms folded over her impressive tits. Her dark, wavy brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun, with a few stray strands framing her face. She looked astoundingly sexy. A tight grey skirt barely reached halfway down her toned thighs and hugged her hip. A crisp, almost sheer white blouse, cinched at the waist, accented her feminine hourglass figure. To complete the look, she wore a pair of underrated black rimmed spectacles.

My mind likely shouted out "FUCK" in my head. Thankfully, I was to dumb founded for my mouth to utter it. The practical part of my brain raced with all possible excuses. I settled on what I hoped was the most plausible explanation.

"Mrs Garcia, apologies for barging in like this. I was looking for Sophia. She invited me over to study. The front door was ajar, so I came in," I said, stepping forward a little to put distance between me and the office door.

"Indeed, well, that girl can surely use the help," Mrs Garcia said with another smile.

"She shouldn't be long. Why don't you head into the office, and I'll bring us some drinks while we wait for her," she said with a nod to the door behind me.

I felt my heart thumping in my chest. She had seen me come out of the office. There was no way she hadn't. If she told her husband, I was totally fucked.

"Actually, I think it's better if I leave, I can..." I said, trying to walk past her.

She stopped me in my tracks with a hand on my chest, sending faint tingles through me as she looked into my eyes.

"Is the thought of spending time with me that awful?" She said, subtly biting her bottom lip.

My cock twitched being so close to this insanely hot women. A close ringer for an early 40's Penelope Cruz. We had flirted a little when she had caught Carla and me outside the cheer storeroom. On that occasion, I felt more in control, less vulnerable. I gulped pathetically before I answered.

"No ma'am, not at all," I felt like a fool, feeling so attracted to her.

Perhaps the drugs that Carla had given me had a lingering effect. It had been a long time since they should have left my system. But standing next to this sexy little milf was making my blood froth.

"Good, so be a good boy and sit in my husband's office," she said with a smile before turning and walking away. Her high black heels click-clack on the tiled floor.

I watched her go, enjoying the sway of her butt despite my fear and panic. I should have bolted for the door and got the hell out of there. But sanity was in short supply, and I did as I was told.

Returning to her husband's office, I didn't know what to do. Should I sit? Should I stand? I didn't have long to wait before Mrs Garcia returned. She carried two white drinks, one in each hand. Surprisingly, they looked like milk with a dusting of something caramel coloured on the rims. One had a silver metal straw.

"Have you had horchata before, Mr Cavendish?" She asked, handing me the glass without a straw. Her sexy Spanish accent laces each word.

"Er, no, I haven't. But eager to try anything once," I said with a slight smile. Trying to reclaim some control over this situation.

"That's good to hear. Now, be a good boy and take a seat. There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you," she said, indicating the dark green leather seat in front of the large mahogany desk.

She walked around the desk to sit in her husband's big leather chair. Her puckered red lips wrapped sensually around the straw as she took a long sip. Her dark almond eyes never left me as she sucked the milky drink. In response, I felt like I had to sample mine. The drink was cool and velvety, its sweetness arriving first before giving way to warm cinnamon and a whisper of vanilla.

"So, Mr Cavendish. How long have you been fucking my daughter?" She asked with an amused tone.

I choked on my drink and spluttered a little. Shocked at her directness.

"I haven't, we haven't. We're just friends," I said. Wiping white liquid from my chin.

Her eyes sparkled as she tried to deduce whether I was lying or not.

"So just Miss Ramirez? Carla was always more adventurous. Unfortunately, Sophia has inherited her father's religious sensibilities. I don't have the same scruples when it comes to enjoying life's pleasures," she lifted her delicate legs and placed her heeled feet on the desk.

Her short grey skirt had a slit running dangerously high. The fabric opened, revealing her sexy olive-toned legs. If she didn't have her legs closed, I would see everything.

"I'm friends with Carla, yes," I said, not confirming or denying her comment.

"Do you fuck all your friends on school property?" She asked with a knowing smile.

I wasn't surprised she knew. It had been pretty obvious what we had been up to when she caught us. I didn't know what to say. If she told anyone, this investigation was fucked. My career was fucked.

"We were just talking," I said lamely. Trying to keep from staring at her sexy legs.

"Oh, baby boy. I heard the screams from outside. She's a load one, for sure," she said with a smirk.

"Mrs Garcia..."

"Bella, please call me Bella again. I kinda like it. Now, what would the principal think if I reported this?"

I felt a pit open up in my stomach. This was it, the end of everything I had worked so hard for. Then there was Lucy to consider. What would her reaction be to this?

"You can't, nothing happened!" I said in a panic. Leaning forward on the desk, earnestly trying to convince her.

"Nate, we both know what happened. But don't worry, there may be a way we can work something out. A deal of sorts. I don't want to see a good boy as you punished. Not for a little thing like that," she spoke so assertively. Like a woman who is used to dictating her desires and having them met.

I saw the hunger in her eyes. The powerful confidence mingled with desire. It made my cock fully harden and strain in my jeans. The very walls of the office seemed to vibrate with sexual tension.

"What do you want?" I said, already guessing the answer.

"Simple, three things," she said, holding up three defector fingers with immaculately manicured fingers.

"Well, three of the same thing, I suppose. Be a good boy and make me cum three times. Then I'll keep your and Carla's dirty little secret," she said, slowly unbuttoning her kimono blouse to reveal her perfect tits.

She wasn't wearing a bra, and my mouth hung slack when I gazed at them. They looked real, soft, perfect mounds. Bigger than Sophia's, smaller than Carla's. With perfectly hard little dark nipples. My heart rate quickened and my mouth watered. I felt electricity dancing over my skin. Blue sparks of energy careen through my nerves. Making me tingle and feel hornier than ever.

"Mrs Garcia, I..."

I was unable to say the words I can't because I didn't mean them. I wanted to, no, I needed to. Every cell in my body was crying out to touch her. Oh god, not again.

She decided for me. Sliding onto the desk and sitting in front of me. Her back was straight, and her blouse had shifted down her shoulders. I let out a gentle moan as she gently spread her legs, her skirt rising, her thighs to reveal her perfect pussy.

Her fingers began circling her inner pink lips. Making them glisten with her delicious juices. I was overcome with desire for her. Gripping the leather seat hard with both hands to stop myself. I couldn't do this again, fuck another person tied to this case. What was wrong with me!

"Mmm, so, do we have a deal? Mr Cavendish. Or are you going to make me beg?" She asked as she spread her lips wide and rubbed her clit.

Her finger soon glistened with her sweet juices, making me salivate. I watched mesmerised as she delicately fingered her pussy. Like she must have done thousands of times. Every movement of her French-tipped manicured finger was meticulously giving her pleasure. My eyes roamed over those soft thighs, her plump pink lips...

The soft carpet felt comfortable on my knees as I slipped off the chair and knelt between her outstretched legs. Her olive skin was warm and soft to the touch as my lips kissed across her naked thighs. She gasped as my fingers gently touched her pussy. This was beyond wrong; this was pure insanity. The worst thing I could do in this moment. Yet felt impossible to resist.

I glanced up to meet her gaze, seeing the arousal in her gorgeous face. She smiled seductively as she reclined a little and sucked on her bottom lip. For an instant, she looked young and demure. Like we were both sharing our first lustful experience. Her big brown almond eyes begged me to go further.

Her sweet juices tasted heavenly on my tongue. She hummed contentedly as I explored her wet folds. I instinctively knew what she liked. The key was to start slow, tease her a little before focusing on her clit. Even in my wildest dreams, I couldn't imagine doing this with her.

"Mmm, you've got talent, argh... I know why the girls adore you," Bella whispered with a guttural moan as her soft thighs rubbed against my head.

I felt a strange sense of release as I sucked and licked her lower lip. Lust and burning desire throbbing through me. Giving in to her demands felt so fucking good, and my thick cock was painfully hard. I was now dedicated to pleasuring her. Desperate to make her cum. Every time my tongue made contact with her hot, wet snatch, it sent a shot of pleasure through me.

I took my time, kissing her soft thighs before diving my tongue inside her. Sucking her puffy lips into my hot mouth before gently running my finger in circles around her hard, swollen clit.

My efforts drew cute little moans that grew louder and louder with each minute. She started bucking her hips towards me. Holding the back of my head hard against her pussy. I sucked hard on her sensitive clit, flicking my tongue rapidly as her soft, tanned thighs clamped hard around my head.

"Oh God, yes... yes! Argh! Fuck.. Your lips feel so good!" Hearing those words punctuating her sweet moans fuelled my lust.

"I'm close... Faster! Faster! Right there! Right there! Right there... ARGH!!!" she screamed as her body went rigid and her legs squeezed my skull tightly.

If I died right then, I would have welcomed it. I couldn't imagine a better sensation than feeling this gorgeous woman's legs wrapped around my head. My face was buried in her velvety pussy lips, her sweet-tasting juices coating my face as she writhed in ecstasy.

When she finally released me, I pulled back and looked up at her heavenly face. Her olive skin seemed to glow with joy and developed a delicate sheen. Her perfect breasts heaved with ragged breath as she tried to regain herself.

"Good boy. That will do for starters. Now, be a dear and take off those pants," she moaned gutturally.

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(Sophia, 16:45 Franklin Road, 10 miles from home)

I couldn't believe Carla! My best friend! How could she do this? She knew I liked Nate, and she fucked him first. Ok, so the first time at the party, I was still with Jason. And I guess technically I'm not with Nate, but I like him.

I had to get out of there and think. Seeing her tears, I knew she had felt bad about it. And so she should. If I were being rational, and I wasn't feeling remotely interested in being rational now. I would see that it wasn't a big deal. I mean, Carla and I had fucked all Saturday night. If Nate had eaten her out, so had I. If she sucked his cock, hey, I've done that too.

I daydreamed about it on the drive home. Imagined the two of them together. Him pinning er down on the bed and fucking her from behind. Her moaning and pushed her hips up to match each thrust. Both of them are sweaty from fucking so hard and so long.

Oh god! I felt my pussy creaming at the thought. Oh shit, was I becoming a huge slut. Carla was hot as fuck, and so was Nate. Seeing them fuck would be so fucking hot! Being part of it, too. kissing Carla whilst Nate's hard cock was fucking me. Feeling her suck on my nipples as his thick cock split me open.

-HONK!-

I regained control of the car after drifting over the centre line. Holy shit, I was depraved. I needed to get home quickly and think things through. Could I really have a threesome with Nate and Carla now? I mean, it had been my idea first. Knowing they had fucked didn't make me feel good. What if I was shit in comparison? I hit the gas, accelerating in the hopes of getting home quicker. Just needing to get into my bed, under my covers and think.

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(Nate, Monday 16:45, Mr Garcia's office, Sophia's house)

My cock was on fire. A hard, thick rod of white-hot iron that was currently ramming inside of Bella Garcia. The hot milf whose daughter had only recently offered her cherry.

"Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Harder, harder, oh shit!" She moaned obscenely as I fucked her over and over again.

She was still sitting on her husband's desk. The priceless mahogany and green leather creaked and squeaked under her. My feet were solidly planted on the plush carpet as her legs wrapped over my arms. My hands gripped the side of the desk for resistance as my hips bucked forward and back.

I had only managed to get my jeans down to my ankle before Bella had grabbed my hard cock and pulled me closer. Her big, beautiful tits jiggled gorgeously to each thrust, mesmerising me. Sweat dripped down my naked chest and back. Proving the effort I was exerting.

"Arghh! Fuck yes, faster, faster!" She screamed as I leaned back and strummed her clit with my fingers.

With a few final thrusts, I felt her walls tighten around my cock. Her body contorted, her back arched, and she screamed silently. I felt her shake a little as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. Then they subsided.

She sat up and wrapped her hands around my neck. Kissing me with passion. Our lips were colliding and our breath mingling as I started thrusting again. I was so close. God knows how I managed to hold off until now. Bella could sense it.

"Argh, mmm, is baby ready to cum for me?" She cooed between kisses.

My answer was a deep bestial grunt as I fucked her faster and faster. My glutes are burning with the effort.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum for Mami, feel me up with your fucking cum!" She commanded before kissing me hard.

I felt it building and then grunted as my cock spurted deep inside her hot, velvety pussy. I kept fucking her throughout, crying out as I gave her everything I had.

When I was spent, she hugged me tight, squashing her big, soft tits against my hard chest. She was sweating hard. Both of us are glowing and panting hard.

"Mmm, that felt wonderful," she groaned before planting another big wet kiss.

"That was insane, it felt so... much," I said, gulping for air.

My nerves were tingling as my heart pounded. I could feel her pulse, smell her natural scent. Taste her sweat in the air.

"One more, honey, give me one more," she moaned as she kissed me.

I pulled out, my cum covered cock making a squelching sound as it slid from her sopping wet pussy. I roughly yanked her off the desk. Letting her feet hit the carpet before spinning her around. Her perfect peachy rear pushed back against my hard cock. Desperate for me to be inside her again.

I wanted her to wait. Wanted her to burn with lust for me like I was for her. I grabbed hold of her right tit. Feeling the soft, warm flesh yield under my strong fingers. Her nipple dug into my palm, and I pinched it lightly. Drawing out a little squeak of pleasure.

My free hand stroked down her naked body. Still toned and sexy after nearly forty years and birthing a child. I brushed down her fading stretch marks, danced around her belly button, before reaching between her soft thighs.

Her landing strip of soft dark hair tickled my forearm as my fingers teased her hot, wet entrance. My hard cock split her butt cheeks. Running along her sweat-drenched puckered hole as I fingered her.

"Oh fuck, mmm, shit! Your fingers are so fucking good," she wailed as her hips bucked and her body squirmed.

My hand left her tit and grabbed lightly around her throat. Pulling her head back to allow me to kiss her hard. Her brother's tongue snaked into my mouth and wrestled with mine. She sucked on it playfully before I nipped on her bottom lip.

I avoided touching her clit too much. Just occasional brushes to keep building the tension.

"Fuck! Come on, baby fuck me. Fill me up with that big fat cock, argh!" She moaned, making me smirk.

She had started so dominant, so in control. Demanding I take her. Now she sounded more desperate, more pleadingly.

I grunted before letting go of her throat and grabbing her tit again. Groping and pinching her nipples. Pulling her back hard against my cock. My thick shaft ran along her crack, splitting her cheeks and getting coated in her oozing juices.

"Fuck me, Nate, fuck me so hard," she moaned as the head of my cock rested at her entrance.

I shoved forward hard, impaling her fully on my big, thick cock.

"Oh shit!" she gasped as I felt her walls grip me so tight.

I pulled her upright to give her a long, passionate kiss before pushing her down against the desk. Her heels made her pussy just the right height as I grilled her hips and smashed into her. The sounds of sex bounced off the walls as my thighs crashed into the back of hers. Over and over again, I thrust into her, feeling more pleasure than just normal sex. It was like I had been fucking in monochrome and finally found full colour.

"Argh!! God, more, more," she groaned, pushing her hips back.

I leaned back and spanked her right butt cheek hard, enjoying the way it rippled. Gripping her hips harder, I kept thrusting harder and harder. After a few more thrusts, I felt my cock swell and fill her pussy with my cum.

"Argh! Yes! Mmmm fuck!" she screamed as walls clamped my cock hard. Milking my spurting cum.

She collapsed onto the green leather desk top as I slowly pulled my gooey cock from her cum filled pussy. My whole body hummed with tingling sexual pleasure. But I still wasn't able to control my still-burning urges. I had made her come three times, but that wasn't enough for me.

I flipped Bella over so she was lying on her back and pulled her up to sit on the edge of the desk. She was still a little disoriented and collapsed into my chest. He has perfect soft tits pressing hard against me. I held her chin and kissed her passionately as I pressed my cock back inside her. She lifted her legs to rest on my shoulders, folding herself in half.

I marvelled at her flexibility as I lined up my hard cock. Still slick with both our cum as I pressed back inside.

"Oh fuck you feel so fucking good baby, mmm. Just like that. You gonna make momma cum again?" she whispered in my ear as I held her close.

I grunted in response as I grabbed hold of her rear and slowed down. Sliding my cock fully inside and holding it there as we kissed sensually. I started to shallow fuck her, I held one of her tits up and bent down sucked in her hard nipple.

"Mmm, that's it. Suck on my tits, baby," Bella moaned.

After a while, I pulled back and fucked her harder. Wanting another release. My body was so wired, humming with lust and desire. I rested my forehead on hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my cock deeper. I fucked her with fast, shallow strokes. Her butt cheeks were bouncing and sliding on the green leather as we both got closer to paradise.

"Cum in side me, Nate. Give me all your sticky cum. Nrggh! ARGHH! YES!" she screamed as she reached her peak.

Hot cum spurted into her as I loaded everything I had. Her body spasmed as I held her close. Colourful fireworks exploding and crackling inside both of us like it was the 4th of July. Sweat dripped off us, and we both panted hard from the effort. I held her chin and kissed her hard, our tongues hungrily devouring each other as the burning, simmering lust showed little sign of ebbing.

Then we heard something. The sound of a door opening, then the faint sound of keys jingling. The worst of all a voice.

"Mom, you home?" came Sophia's sweet, innocent voice.

Bella pushed me away so hard I nearly fell over. She immediately started collecting her things. Pulling on her skirt and buttoning her blouse.

"Mom! Where are you!" Sophia called again, having no doubt searched the house.

Bella glared at me when I knocked into a lamp. I had lost balance trying desperately to get dressed. I couldn't imagine the horror if Sophia caught us like this.

"When I go out, you go out the window. She said, hurriedly running over to me and giving me a deep, passionate kiss.

My cock; still hard and slick with her juices, twitched longingly. When she turned to leave, I spanked her butt on impulse. She let out a surprised yelp that she barely managed to hold back.

She listened against the office door for a moment before opening the door. She gave me a final naughty smile and blew me a kiss before leaving.

"I'm here, honey. I was just in the office getting my fill of paperwork for the day," I heard the hot Latina Milf say to her equally hot daughter.

Opening the window, I silently slipped outside. My heart thumped as I quickly sneaked to my bike. I couldn't start it; the noise would certainly alert Sophia. I half toyed with the idea of walking around to the front entrance. Knocking on the door and asking to see Sophia. The idea of talking to her with a mouth full of the taste of her pussy. Knowing my hard cock was coated in her cum. It was exhilarating.

I rode back home, the thrum of the engine keeping me close to the brink of cumming the whole time.

Needing a shower to wash the shame off me, I looked in the bathroom mirror. My pupils were dilated. My mouth was still dry and my body still humming. The same symptoms as when Carla had drugged me. Shit!!

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(Lucy, Monday, 17:30, downtown)

I kept checking my phone for an update from Nate. He had been acting wild for weeks. I knew he was finding the case hard, and so was I. It wasn't just the fact that our leads were going to know where. Or being back at high school was stressful. I know I was the one who cooled things when we left the academy. I had been regretting it ever since.

One of our final sessions had been a lecture from serving officers. It was about the realities of being a cop. Some spoke about the long hours. Others talked about how hard it was to get the work/ life balance right.

Then one female officer spoke about her husband. He was a cop too, and they had worked together in the same precinct. She is still haunted by radio chatter on the night he was shot during a routine traffic stop. Seeing the heartbreak in her eyes made me realise something. I pictured the same thing happening to Nate. And my heart broke. I knew then that I loved him. Not just in a fuck buddies way. Completely, madly, head over heels in love with him.

I had tried to deny it, tried to avoid it. I had ducked someone else, hoping that it would get Nate out of my head. The whole reason I had let the guys at school get a little hands-on was partly to try to cool my feelings for Nate. It never did.

"Bernett, my office now!" came the formidable voice of Captain Murtagh.

Meekly, I entered her office and stood at attention. Hoping she wasn't going to ask where Nate was. He should be here now for the debrief.

"What's going on with Hunt? Earlier today, I received a call from the school about the incident at lunch." She didn't sound angry, just concerned.

"I don't know, cap," I said. Not wanting to reveal our personnel business.

"You know him best, do you think she may be... compromised?" She leaned forward on her desk. Studying my face for the truth.

When I took too long to answer, she pushed the point.

"It wouldn't be the first time an undercover agent had gotten too deep. Granted, it usually takes a lot longer, but you're all green. Fresh out of the academy," she mused, like she was revealing concerns she had been harbouring for a while.

I felt a prick of anger flare in me. What did she know about it? It was all right for her here in this office. We were the ones trying to live double lives. Putting our real life on hold to live out a fantasy.

"No ma'am. Nate's the best of us. It was just a misunderstanding. I'm working more closely with him now, and I can confirm we have a credible lead," I said, trying to sound professional.

"Closely? That was the other thing I wanted to talk about. I don't like to pry on my officers' personal lives unless they affect their work," she said, looking mildly uncomfortable.

"Nate and I are just friends and colleagues, Ma'am." I said, starting to feel redness creeping up my neck.

"We both know that's not the case. Just keep it professional and don't let it affect your judgement at work," she said soundly

like she didn't want to dwell on the subject.

"Yes, ma'am, is that all?" I said, stiffening a little as she had said the very thing I had been concerned about.

"No. There's been a development. We picked up a kid from the school, a Bradley Harper," Captain Murthagh said, glancing at a file in her desk for the name.

My heart thumped like a freight train as adrenaline flooded my system at hearing his name. That fucking dick. I hated him for what he'd done to me. Or for what he had turned me into.

"He was found with twenty red devil pills. During questioning, he let slip that he had brought them after cheer practice. I suggest you and Nate focus or attentions there. I have officers step up on the Garcia angle," she said with a look of satisfaction.

"It's all coming together, Bernett. I can feel it in my bones. That's all," she said, dismissing me before looking back through the files on her desk.

She was completely unaware of my reaction which was a relief. I hated that Bradley was now a feature of the investigation. But at least he had provided us with concrete evidence of dealing. Carla had been suspected but turned out to have only personal stock. I couldn't see her being a proper dealer. Then who? Nate would have a better idea than I. Being closer to the cheerleaders than I was. Perhaps he could somehow ask Clara and Sophia.

I pulled out my phone and tried to call him, but he wouldn't answer. I sent him a text to call me as soon as he could. I felt the same as the captain. Everything was coming together, and the thought made me strangely elated. I don't think I could do this again. Not working so closely with Nate. I knew what I wanted and couldn't wait to get it.

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