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The Trooper's New Fuck-Buddy

By: c1992w



Author's Foreword: This is shorter story about an unusual man finding a new fuck-buddy in an unusual set of circumstances. Skimmers, please go away as there is nothing here that would make one wish to read it in private. Thanks for all the private feedback.

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Tom Sullivan was a State Trooper temporarily assigned to be part of the safety perimeter of an emergency highway construction work zone. Work was ongoing using temporary lighting in the darkness of late afternoon this mid-winter day. The Trooper's extra duty was offered after he had pulled his regular shift as a highway patrolman in the bitter New England winter wind and occasional blowing snow. He was exhausted beyond words. Tom smiled to himself when he saw his replacement vehicle and patrolman friend approaching the construction area. He signaled 'greetings see you later' and drove his tired aching bones toward his home.

His residence was a townhouse community near the center of his patrol assignments and he habitually drove the state owned and vividly marked vehicle home and parked it in the numbered parking space of his Townhouse Parking Lot Complex. He removed weapons from the vehicle and walked into his unit and secured them as prescribed. He then showered and changed into street clothes to enjoy his after-work time off. (Obviously, he reversed the process when going on shift). His privately owned car was a nondescript sedan which he used for transportation when off duty and was assigned the parking spot beside the highly visible state owned vehicle.

Of course he inadvertently 'advertised' what he did for a living and every neighbor knew where he lived. But all of them considered him a nice guy personally and applauded his and the state police's efforts to remove aggressive drivers from the highways. He often could be found at the complex's swimming pool or tennis courts in the warm months and frequented the complex's gym otherwise. And, sometimes he showed up at the bridge club meet to play a few hands if someone needed a partner.

Tom was just over 6 feet, early 40s and had been divorced 15 years. His son was grown now and brought his two grandchildren by to see him regularly in the summer to swim in the complex's pool. He lived alone and considered himself in a 'fishbowl' as far as his private life went so that when at home he was a model of the perfect citizen and gentleman. A handsome man, he turned down many come ons from ladies who lived in the complex. He had a sex life and was enjoying a two year running but uncommitted relationship with a divorcee who lived 15 minutes away. When visiting her he drove his sedan. 

The trooper could barely remember what his ex-wife looked like now. But he did remember with frustration that a womanizer neighbor had seduced his wife. This was when Tom, then even more so than now, worked erratic hours and often double shifts. She had asked him for a divorce wanting only child-support from Tom. She then moved in with the neighborhood Randy and the whole affair caused little net financial cost to Tom and there was scarcely any talk of the incident around the complex. The young child actually lived in both units while growing up for three years after their separation. But then the ex-wife's paramour relocated and refused to take Tom's ex-wife with him, so the son moved back in with his Dad to finish school and his mother moved in with two of her co-workers to share an apartment. The son commuted to high school and later trade school. His son never talks about his mother anymore, except to say, "She still lives with two roommates not far from here."

The action starts on this cold New England winter's evening. The parking lots and highways had been plowed and sanded from previous snowfalls and the temperature had been forecasted to fall to 15 degrees in that clear night. Tom Sullivan sat in his warm apartment very much engrossed in a detective story movie on screen. Suddenly there was a panicky pounding on his door and Tom went to see who it was. Through the port he saw his Latino neighbor señora Sanchez. He didn't know which unit she lived in but remembered seeing and chatting with her and her husband many times. He had learned that they were immigrants from Costa Rica or Panama or some place like that and had been American citizens for many years. Not dressed to be outside, the woman was shivering, so Tom hurriedly opened the door and invited her in. She said with a barely noticeable Spanish accent, "My husband is going to kill me. Please protect me!" 

Tom's first response was breathing, "Oh no. Just what I need - a crazy neighbor." He said to her, "Celina, why do you think Juan is going to kill you?"

He listened to her frightened but incoherent chatter and finally said, "Would you like for me to walk to with you to your unit as your neighbor and let's both talk to Juan?"

"Please do, Mister policeman," obviously unable to remember Tom's name although, he remembered hers. 

Tom guessed that she was in her early 40s and actually very pretty and he knew she visited the gym regularly. The few conversations they did have was about food - she was something of a self styled gourmet cook of Central American Foods. Tom remembered that in a pool side pot luck, she had brought a very, very tasty covered dish that was instantly gone because everybody thought it was wonderful.

When Celina lead Tom into their unit, her husband, Juan Sanchez, lay on the floor in the fetal position groaning. There was a small sign that a struggle had taken place in the room. The Trooper said to Celina, "Please calm down." Tom removed his coat and bent down, as he was trained to do, to see what, if any, injuries Juan Sanchez had sustained. There were none. Tom asked, "Juan, what is wrong. Where do you hurt?" Again he lay in the fetal position groaning, and not saying anything or even opening his eyes to even acknowledge Tom Sullivan's presence.

Celina, was still crying and spoke up, "Mister policeman, Juan caught his brother and me in our bed just now because my jealous husband came home early and unexpected. Juan screamed and fell down grabbing his brother's leg. When he saw us naked in each other's arms, Sergio attempted to run away. Then the two wrestled out to here. My husband told his brother, 'I am going to kill you and my whore wife.' Then Juan just collapsed into this position while my brother put on his clothes and coat and ran out the door."

The thought going on in Tom's mind was, "Damn! Damn! Damn! Why is this shit happening to me after after 14 hours patrolling and then on a construction project? Oh shit it's Juan's very large male ego collapse. After he finally pulls himself together, he probably will, in deed, murder both of them, if Juan is the textbook husband. Dear Lord! Why me?"

Tom reached for his cell phone and called a local police dispatcher and gave an identity number and a situation code number, along with the address. He concluded by saying, "I will remain here with the threatened victim until the black-and-white arrives."

After what seemed like hours but probably was more like 10 minutes there was a siren and a flashing light in the parking lot and two uniforms were at the door. Tom opened it and gave a five minute summary of what happened and introduced the two to Mrs. Sanchez. Before saying a word to her, the older of the two policemen grabbed a communicator off his side and gave a 'Need backup and a code." In about 10 more minutes a local detective that Tom had previously met came into the room. After a couple of minutes of chatting, Tom said, "I will say good night and continue to enjoy my time off. Thanks to all three of you for your quick response. In your write up please note that I am Joe Citizen and not a trooper."

It was three weeks later and Tom had been visiting his fuck-buddy, and he and his girlfriend had enjoyed a very good fish dinner prior to getting it on. Their usual procedure was to enjoy an expensive meal then return to her apartment afterwards and make whoopee. Driving home later, he felt pretty good since his tubes were cleared. He pulled into his numbered parking place for his sedan. As usual, he examined the 'company' car to be sure no vandals had defaced it and saw that someone had placed an advertising circular under his windshield wiper. It was a real estate firm's circular wanting to buy condos, so he took it with him intending to trash it inside his unit. Once inside he started to put down the items he was holding in his hand when the circular floated to the floor, upside down. On the back was penciled in bold letters, "Celina ..." The phone number was very close to his own cell phone number so that it was impossible to forget. He trashed the circular and went about his business of getting ready for bed. In bed, he thought about Celina for the first time since the incident. He mused, "She is beautiful and fit and educated and I can certainly understand that her brother had the 'hots' for her body - her big boobs and tiny waist are a magnet - even to me. She probably just wants to thank me, and that is not necessary and I would rather she didn't." He went to sleep.

A week later, a second circular appeared on his windshield and again Tom saw Celina's tracks. Today he called. "Hello"

"This is Tom Sullivan, Celina, thanks for contacting me. How are you and what happened to you after I left your apartment? By the way, please call me Tom?"

"Hello Tom. As for what happened to me, I spent almost three weeks in a battered women's shelter in a secret location. Juan was and remains under a restraining order and so has moved out. I am staying mostly with a sister now but I go to our house often to pick up and store things. I had to take a week off my English for Foreigners teaching job but I am back now."

Tom asked, "Where is your brother?"

Celina replied, "His daughter says he is back in our home country now."

The trooper asked, "What are your plans for living in the future?"

"I am in the process of moving back home and Juan has moved in with a son who lives on the other side of Boston. I will try to find a roommate so I can afford to keep the townhouse. That is one of the reasons I called you. Would you please be on the look out for Juan or Sergio and text me if either show up? Also, may I call you if either are banging on my door?" 

Tom thought for a moment and said, "As a friendly neighbor, Celina, I will do this - but not as a policeman. If you feel your safety is threatened you must call 911. You can go to the gym when I go if you want as I would enjoy a workout partner. I am sure Juan has key access to there but I think his immediate pain has subsided by now and is not a risk to you. Would you like that?"

"Oh yes! muchas gracias."

Tom read off his schedule and they continued to chat amiably and finally said, "Good Night."

Tom's gym schedule was irregular because of his irregular hours at work, and Celina's schedule became his whenever she was not in a classroom or traveling as an interpreter in Portuguese or Spanish. He would knock on her door and call out, "It's Tom." Often in the gym they would jog side by side on two treadmills talking while they did cardio. He also helped her with the free weights, since the homeowners association had been unable to afford state of the art weight bearing equipment.

One day four or five weeks later they were walking together to the gym. By that time anyone who bothered to notice, started to think of them as a couple. At the end of each workout he dutifully walked her back to her unit and said, "Good night" or "Good Day." Tom, on this day after their workout, said, "Celina, You never cease to amaze me just how seriously you take these exercise sessions, congratulations to you. Now that I have a workout partner, I, too, am seeing the first hint of wash-board abs on my midsection that I have always wanted. I have even changed my diet to build my muscles."

She said, "Tom, that is great. I, too, have immensely enjoyed our work outs. But a change is coming, and I wonder if you would be interested in hearing about it - like driving down to Panera and have dinner after we get cleaned up?"

"An excellent idea, Celina, as I have been wanting to get to know you better for some time now." He looked at his Apple Watch and asked, "What you say, I knock on your door in 35 minutes at 4 PM?"

"I will be ready, Tom," as she looked directly into his eyes knowing that she had succeeded in getting her partner to notice her. 

In the shower Tom mused, "I wonder if having an additional fuck-buddy that lived a few doors down would cause any problems for me? Damn! Celina looks good and I bet she is a hot number amongst the Latino men - it's obvious that both her husband and her brother was stuck on her. I wonder if an ordinary Gringo could satisfy her both physically and culturally? I wonder if she is chewed up inside with moral conflicts because of her present lifestyle that is directly at odds with her Papist upbringing? If so, do I really want to 'dip the wick' in another mixed up woman? Maybe I should just play safe and stick with my fuck-buddy who has a room-temperature IQ and too stupid to be mixed up. Tom, old boy, you are going to get to know this woman. She might be somebody worth knowing and you are not getting any younger!"

Sitting in a booth at Panera while eating Tom noticed for the first time, "Wow! Celina has humongous boobs that go with her hour-glass waistline - which I never noticed before. Those workout bras hide that fact." They smiled broadly at each other as he held her hand across the table and said,"Tell me about the changes coming?"

Cecilia said, "Juan's divorce petition was granted and we are in the waiting period. I must sell my unit and pay him half of the net profit on the sale. That means that I can not get a room mate and that means that I don't make enough money to live at Pier Point or anywhere like this. And that means that you and I can not continue the gym excursions together. By the way, you have no idea how much I have come to value being with you over the past two months or so."

Tom's mind went into a tailspin, as he thought, "Oh no! I am at the point that wanting to touch her dominates my thoughts and I can barely get it up for my 'live mannequin' anymore. What in the fuck am I going to do?" He then asked, "Do you have any thoughts about what area you might settle - share an apartment, rent a low-income apartment, or what?"

She said, "Tom, you have already demonstrated that you are not a vain Randy womanizer so I will tell you straight. I want to be near you. I want to be seen with you. I want you to want me sexually in an exclusive relationship although you are reluctant to even think thoughts like that now because you are fully aware that I was married to one man who the church and society says I betrayed for another before I divorced my husband. The second man was a complete disappointment also, because he cared nothing for me and wanted no responsibility at all - he delights that no one can depend on him to do anything. You Gringos call men like Sergio, a 'Randy.' Both men also failed at being lovers. My marriage when very young was arranged so that I could get educated and travel. So, I took advantage of the opportunities offered. In time I took a lover since the husband chosen for me was completely a misfit. And, in the bedroom even the lover, his brother, was a bummer - albeit orders of magnitude better than my husband. In fact, Tom, I have a sneaking suspicion that all such lovers are bummers for everybody who takes them. At the end of the day, the bottom line is that I have never been in love until..."

Tom, noticing that she did not complete her sentence, changed the subject to ask, "I hope you are not infatuated with my uniform, Celina, because naked I look like any other man? Also, what exactly is it about me that attracts you - yes, I will have wash-board abs in a couple of months, but what will be can not attract you now."

Celina said, "Your uniform? Heh heh Whoever designed the state police uniforms did so because they draw a minimum of attention and that was probably mandated. Aside from that, I want to see you naked and do so before you are ripped - so I can compare how you look now with afterwards. I like your mind, your calmness, your complete confidence in yourself and how you live your life. When was the last time you had an argument about anything with anybody?"

He chuckled and said, "Several years, I guess. I try to not get excited ever when dealing with any person or people, on and off the job. In fact on the job, I couldn't deal with a hotheaded aggressive driver if I were argumentative - and life in general works that way as well, I find. And, Celina, staying calm does not mean that one can not enjoy life - in fact the opposite is true if one thinks about it."

After he had driven them back to the complex Tom said, "I have a pretty good bottle of wine if you would like to have one glass before going to sleep - it makes me sleep very soundly."

Celina said, "Yes, I would love that."

Chatting while sipping their wines, the lady continued, "Do you dance, Tom?"

"No. After my wife and I got married and before our son came we started taking group dance lessons and I guess we learned a few steps and patterns, but when she split with the neighbor I never danced again."

She put her wine down and and stood holding her arms out and said, "Let's see what you remember. I will lead - though that is the man's job normally."

Tom stood up and with a big smile on his face said, "I'll give it a college try." They moved the coffee table back and she guided him through three basic dance rhythms without music.

In about 10 minutes she said, "You do know what you are doing. You must be holding out on me?"

Tom said, "Well after my ex- had already started having an affair, unbeknownst to me at the time, while I was on duty, I sensed that I was either losing or had lost her. So I tried to please her - e.g., I excelled in our dance classes thinking that would please her. But, of course, it didn't since she was already focused on her Randy. As a result, I think I could come back up to speed with you as my mentor..." 

After another 15 minutes of conversation, Tom held her coat for her and they began walking to her unit. Celina asked, "Whatever happened to your ex-wife?"

At her door, Tom said, "My son says she lives not too far away with two other women and dates and 'fights to take off pounds 24/7.'"

The smirk on Celina's face was one of, 'Well, there is a sucker born every minute.'"

He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Goodnight."

Back in his house, Tom looked in his Son's former room that was now scattered with the grand son's toys and clothes and asked himself, "How would Celina take the idea of renting a room from me? And, since I live in a fishbowl I wonder if that would cause trouble at work? It shouldn't because two troopers I know have significant others and that causes no ripples. Suppose she moved in, then what would having a woman in the next room do to me knowing that I am always horny?"

His alter ego said, "Damn it, Tom! She cheats and two people almost lost their lives as a result of that. Is a mild mannered man like you ready to confront a hurricane of a woman? Well, your 'Mannequin' has multiple lovers and that doesn't - or should I say, didn't - bother you, why would this particular Latino with multiple lovers bother you? Because you have developed strong feelings for her! I know she flies to Latin America countries as a Portuguese and Spanish interpreter and she flies with Anglo businessmen - I wonder if she always insists on sticking to business?" His last vision as he dropped off to sleep was of her very large breasts and her tiny waist line.


The Trooper's New Fuck-Buddy Pt. 02



Author's Foreword: Welcome back to one of my submissions. Thanks for the nice private comments. My usual warnings who are new to my work apply: First, this story part will make no sense unless the reader first reviews/reads the original part. Second, there is nothing here for skimmers who need a private place to enjoy Literotica publications. The errors are mine: I am trying to improve.

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For the first year and a half Tom and Celina were roommates, Tom was in a blissful heaven. Celina had taught the Trooper to do sex mixed with Tantric practices when fucking and his ecstasy was beyond description. This was especially true because Celina had hand carried supplements from Latin America that had controlled Tom's staying and firmness abilities - at least the Trooper was convinced that the potions did that, and so they did. 

But Tom began to sense that something was not exactly right in Celina's world, and he had known for sometime his world was askew. He began worrying that she was very much caught up in religious rituals and beliefs learned in childhood - and the Trooper was respectful, and to some extent, supportive, but indifferent to those or any beliefs. Moreover, Tom sensed that she missed friendships and camaraderie of Cultural Spanish speakers. She also found that their Anglo and Black friends lacked something that neither could define and formed no close attachments. It was the same with native Spanish speaking couples, as they all drifted off. Tom's suspicion was that since the wanton Latino had once been caught fucking her husband's brother, word just got around in their small tight-knit community.

Part 2's action starts on a beautiful warm summer day when Tom left his patrol area early to enjoy the gorgeous mid 80s day. The patrol car's A/C needed servicing so he was sweaty and tired. He walked into his condo and immediately secured his weapons and unbuttoned his uniform shirt. He then heard Celina on her speaker phone in her room speaking Spanish. He did not at first pay close attention as this happened from time to time, since she was usually tutoring a student.

Apparently, she had not heard her 'policeman' come home. Tom was a fluent Spanish speaker because of state paid schooling and Celina's tutoring daily for the past year and one half. He peeped in the cracked open door for a moment intending to announce he was home. He was surprised to see that on her very large computer screen was Celina's ex-brother, Sergio Santos, naked and playing with his erect cock while Tom's roommate sat in her room apparently naked as she had taken her arms out of her gown and her Tits were displayed. She was masturbating with her right hand while holding a giant nipple up to the screen for her partner's pleasure. Their cyber-sex session was apparently nearing an end as both were making sexual ecstasy sounds and Celina was oblivious to Tom standing at her opened door.

Not surprised as he had noticed that her interest in Tom Sullivan had waned. But, he remained mildly interested in her. He was surprised to see her doing cybersex, and further surprised to see who her 'partner' was. He reminded himself, "We are not in a committed relationship," and continued, "You are a kind of runner-up prize for Celi. Well, Tom, at least you know who now has the keys to her heart today!"

Then it dawned on him the significance of her partner being her ex- brother. Tom was aware that she had previously been fucking him for years while married to her husband. His assumption was that Sergio Sanchez would soon be returning to Boston. And that would mean Tom's relationship with Celina would end. The trooper's immediate reaction was dread because he had grown to really savor their fiery sex sessions and that part of him dreaded losing her. Overriding those thoughts, however, was his silent scream, "You need more than just a hot fuck, Tom! You are not getting any younger. Maybe its time to ask her to move out, and for you to start looking for someone who reflects more of what you want in a woman companion."

After their cyber-sex was over, Celina said to Sergio, "Oh that was good! I can hardly wait until you are in my arms again. But, its almost time for Tom and I have to dress and grade papers before I leave for class. Call me same time on Wednesday." Her cyber lover had replied, "Yes, my wonderful woman. Until then." Her screen immediately went blank and she stood up to carefully put her arms in the sleeves and pull the housecoat around her. 

At that point Tom, pushed open her room door, "Celi, I am home..." and walked in on the startled lover. It was obvious that Celi worked hard to mask her disappointment that he arrived early. The trooper suddenly had a large erection because of what he had just seen and began making his way to Celina to get it on. He grabbed her and they started passionately kissing. Celina, already hot from her cyber-sex, was all over Tom. But, the trooper suddenly stopped his advance and pushed her away.

He thought, "Its not me she wants even though she would enjoy fucking me after fingering herself. But, do I really want to be second string?" So he recalled working a terrible accident scene which softened his raging erection and zeroed his desire. Tom acted as if he was none the wiser about her and Sergio and said, cheerfully, while dressed in his swimming trunks, "Celina, lets wait as you will be late for class and I came home early after an awful day in my car and decided to go for a swim. Want to play hooky and go with me?"

She passionately grabbed his limp cock through his thin swimming trunks wanting to excite him. Smiling relief, since she thought she was not found out, Celina said, "Oh! What a nice surprise, your being early, I was just telling a student that it was almost time for you to come home. I really don't have time to make whoopee and swim because I leave for my command performance at school soon, but we could have a quickie. How about lets finish what we started?"

It was put-up-or-shut-up time for Tom Sullivan. He recalled the many lonely hours in his cruiser where his vivid memory of ecstasy when Celina rode him, dominated his thoughts. That part wanted to rip off her housecoat and get it on. The other part, however, kicked in and said, "It's not you that she wants, DumbAss, wouldn't you rather pass and look for a woman who wants Tom Sullivan, and only you?"

Tom smiled and said in Spanish, "You know I don't enjoy quickies very much because our minds are somewhere else. Let's pass and wait for a better moment. What do you say?"

Celina faked a passionate kiss and said, "As usual, My Favorite Policeman, you are exactly right."

Tom said goodbye to her and walked to the complex's pool, deep in thought about the future. He started swimming laps for the cardio exercise in the nearly empty pool. His thoughts were, "The chivalrous knight learned long ago the hard way that rescuing ladies in distress did not make for sustained happiness - it only gave a fleeting thrill - and here I have learned that age-old lesson once again. And that is all you have been getting, Tom, for the past 19 months.

Celina has only been your roommate, fuck-buddy. You can do better! And it is time to move on."

"But how might I meet such a lady?" Tom pondered to himself as he pulled himself out of the pool and grabbed his towel and lay on a lounge chair, totally exhausted. He was face down enjoying the warm sun on his back, and then drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later he was awakened by laughter from a nearby shaded table. He looked over and saw a pot bellied man and even more obese wife, who were property owners and Bridge players whom he and Celina knew on a speaking basis. What interested him, however, was a third beautiful Irish woman who was their guest. The blond, svelte woman was anxiously watching a teen try to turn a one and a half gainer dive off the low diving board.

Tom sat in the lounge chair and picked up his Kindle. But, his interest was not in the novel as he kept looking at the side profile of the visiting lady, his staring undetected because of his sun glasses. She had stunning blond hair and was mid-40s age he guessed. But it was her confident chatter with the property owners that riveted his attention..., the Trooper missed her kind of relaxed, peaceful laughter in his life, spoken by a savvy, liberally educated, well read woman. Staring at the blond, Tom introspected, "I miss that light, 'all is at peace with the world' type of laughter. That is the exact opposite from Celina's nervous and tense laughter. Sullivan, are you kidding yourself? 

Celina pines for someone she relates to exactly like you pine for someone you relate to as well. She has known this for a while and you just figured it out with her accidental wake-up call this afternoon. You long for some relaxed, comfortable, and happy laughter. The one thing I don't get after a stressful day is a sense of peace and serenity - all I get is fire in my groin.

"I now have learned I am damn tired and too old for hanging out with a fuck-buddy who offers ecstasy for my body but nothing for my soul. I know that Celina is faced with the same frustration - that video call cinched it. There can be no turning back now, Tom! Your roommate must go!"

The neighbors and their visitors got up from their table and started walking out of the pool area. He had notice that the Irish lady looked closely at him and then leaned over to ask her friend, Ira, a question.

It was two weeks later and Celina was in Mexico for two days working. The trooper had just finished ticketing an 'aggressive driver' who was a very hostile young man and sat in his oven-like car filling out paper-work. He looked at Celina's snapshot on the dash while he thought about the nice looking Irish lady he had only seen once at the swimming pool. Talking to himself he said, "Hey Tom! You don't admire one lady's pic while pining for someone else." But the ache and the emptiness of his relationship with the fiery Hispanic bore down on him more and more each day. 

This was especially true for Tom now since his sense of things were that she was biding her time until her former Brother-in-Law had resettled in the U.S. and she could be with him. He concluded his introspection by cursing fate and said, "So, Celina wants someone else and so do you! My God! This is the same feeling you had during the final two years of your marriage! Get out of this relationship, NOW!" The finality of his words in the trooper's mind was such that he made a note to check exactly when Celina's lease would expire.

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Tom had driven the state car home and had then driven his personal car to the shop for periodic maintenance. He went into the customer waiting room that only had a single customer waiting and made himself a k-cup coffee and headed towards an empty seat. Then he recognized the blond Irish woman he had seen as his neighbors' guest at the swimming pool recently. She was skimming a fashion magazine. He moved to sit at a right angle to her and she instinctively looked at Tom showing recognition in her smiling face.

Both then looked closely at each other in their mutual recognition. Tom spoke first, "You are Ira and Jeff Vandenberg's friend aren't you? My name is Tom."

Suddenly lighting up with excitement, she offered her hand and said, "I remember that your last name is Sullivan and that you are a State Patrollman. Hello, I am Naomi Riley and am a divorced Mom of the 14-year-old son, Mark, you watched diving off the board that afternoon. My work is that I am an accounts receivable accountant for a regional chain of 40 restaurants in the Boston area. I rent an apartment a few blocks from here. Ira also said that you are the roommate of the Hispanic woman whose life you saved. Still the case?" 

Tom smiled, kind of shocked at her abruptness and that Ira would gossip so much, and said, "Hey! The whole condo community knows about that incident, I guess. But I like people who come straight to the point. So yes, she is still my roommate but I have learned that even though she lives with me her heart is with another who remains in the old country for only a few more weeks and will relocate here. Then I will gracefully say goodbye to her. Tell me about you, if you would, since everyone seems to know me."

She said, "Wow! You do tell the truth right up front, don't you? Before I tell you about me, however, one question I have is: Has your live-in fuck-buddy became something more and permanent, from whom you will need to get over?"

Tom was astonished at her precise language but he chuckled and said, "No. My illusions about love fled when my previous marriage failed. I have a grown son and a grandchild who visits me from time to time as a product of that marriage. I was only determined to enjoy the passions of that Latino while it lasted. So tell me more about you?"

Tom's honesty captured her attention and Naomi said, "Yes, I have a boyfriend who takes me to fancy dinners and supper clubs in Manhattan occasionally and tells his friends that he has a 'fuck-buddy.' And, as we both seem to be into truth today: She is me! This guy was my son, Mark's, sperm donor. But the youngster can not stand his biological Dad and prefers to spend time with his legal father. This birth-certificate father also supports him financially as the boy refuses to accept help from or even visit his sperm donor natural father. But, Mr. Sullivan, I want more than being someone's fuck-buddy out of life. I am always evaluating candidates in my search for someone who reflects the best in me, back to me! More importantly, the man wants more than a fuck-buddy in his love life."

Tom smiled and asked, "Did the sperm-donor offer to marry you after you were divorced from Mister Riley?"

"Tom, My husband, Mr. Riley, left me for another woman unaware that I was pregnant at the time. He at first considered himself lucky that I wanted no alimony or child support. Actually, the reason I refused support was because I knew the child wasn't his. The end of the story has an interesting twist, however. My ex-husband did learn after the woman he left me for, left him later, that Mark wasn't his child. He became angry at me and the world because he felt cheated in a way he couldn't explain to himself."

Stunned by her explanation and her candidness, she continued in the silence, "But Mark continued his visitations with his 'legal' Dad and gradually the two learned to like each other. So, the short answer is, 'No, the sperm donor is a devout Catholic and wouldn't consider divorcing his wife,' plus, I don't want him anyway as a significant-other or spouse - heaven forbid."

Tom opened his mouth to ask a question when the counter clerk called out, "Naomi Riley?" So, instead of asking his question, Tom asked, "Naomi, may I telephone you?"

Standing and looking down at Tom, she noticed that she had the man's complete attention, she smiled and said, "No. But, as soon as your neighbor, Ira, informs me that your Latino roommate has moved out..., I will contact you. My thought is that you haven't lied once in our short conversation either by omission or commission. For that reason, you are worth a second look. Goodbye, Tom Sullivan," as she shook his hand.

Later, driving back to his condo, Tom tried to 'get his arms around' what was going on in his life at this time. He mused out loud to no one, "So what do we have here, Tom? Naomi is a successful woman with a fucked-up love life. She carries a torch for her husband even though she fucked around on him and got herself pregnant. My guess is that she still carries a small torch for her ex-husband - and that she is sorry she fucked around on him. But that man remains bitter and doesn't trust her at all. And, it's almost funny that husband Riley has his revenge for her cheating in the worst possible way: He adopted and coopted the love of her son by another man. Naomi is left with being someone's fuck-buddy with no future possibility with him as a couple. And the clock, too, is ticking for the forty-something woman - because when sitting close to her unmade-up face, the lines were definitely showing. I wonder if she has learned her lesson - in fact, Tom, have you learned your lesson," as he pulled into his numbered parking spot at his Condo complex?

——-

One week later, Tom and Celina were in Tom's bed on a day neither had to rush to get ready for work. The Trooper lay awake with his head in his hands asking himself, "Should I wake her up and let's fuck because she will be mighty pissed if I just get up and go about my business. Or is this the day I stop using another woman's body to masturbate myself? Damn, I want more than Celina! But, if I pass on enjoying her wonderful body now, I will kick myself later. So what is it going to be, Tom? O.K., this is the last goddam time, Mister Sullivan. Grow some balls and dip your wick in a better receptacle in the future!" About that time, she awoke and got up to refresh herself in the bathroom and came back to the bed with a glass of water in her hand and offered it to Tom.

She said, "This is another potion I bought on my last Chiapas trip that makes your body spurt testosterone while keeping you hard for at least three hours. You game and want us to play for a while since we both have some fun time?"

Tom gulped the glass of liquid down and smiled and said, "Thank you for asking," and then jumped into bed.

——-

Three hours later the exhausted lovers sat at the Brunch table satiated and enjoying their desert coffees. Celina looked to Tom like she rode in on a broomstick. It occurred to Tom, "She is ugly when she is without make up, and the lines are really pronounced in her face. God, I can not believe what we just did, again, and feeling like shit after sex with this hot woman has just got to stop!" He chose this moment to say, "Celina, your lease will be expiring in a month and I do not intend to renew it." 

She stopped and looked at her lover for a minute obviously thinking about something and then said, "Tom, Sergio has applied for his resident visa again. Our plan was for me to move out and set up an apartment for us, but his application has been held up."

Tom asked, "Why, he has children who are citizens here, it should be just a formality?"

Celina replied, "Because he was classified as a 'Person of Interest' after the incident where you saved my life when my ex-husband caught us in bed together. The classification has not been changed, even though my ex-husband, Juan, and Sergio have forgiven each other - and filed a deposition to that effect. Still, Sergio's visa application is held up."

Tom replied, "Celina, if there is anything I can do to help, let me know, but I still do not intend to renew your lease, and you will need to move out. I want to get on with my life just as you do when Sergio finally gets here."

"Tom, would it be possible that you would ask one of your police friends to look into this?"

He said, "I don't have any influence down there as I just know a couple of detectives, so probably not. Do you know the INS case number?"

"Oh yes, my life saver," as she jumped up to get her purse and returned with an official looking sheet of paper. She returned and said, "I will do anything if it will help. I am anxious for Sergio to come here."

The next morning a uniformed Patrolman Tom Sullivan walked into the office of Justin O'Malley, chief of detectives in their city. O'Malley and the trooper went back a few years when Tom had ticketed the detective's son with reckless driving rather than his third DWI. The son had been drinking heavily but like many Bostonians, the trooper sensed that the hot-headed young man could hold his liquor. Chief of Detectives O'Malley knew that the lesser offense had saved the young man's drivers license from being suspended. The old Chief never forgot the impromptu decision that Tom had made that helped his only son. 




The Trooper's New Fuck-Buddy Pt. 02



The chief stood and pumped Tom's hand after the greetings and small talk on shop-matters, the hard-as-steel detective said, "My son Allen has married and has one child with another on the way." Again, Tom looked at him and wondered why top bureaucrats become fat and soft over the years. It was well known that when younger the detective solved many high profile cases and apprehended some real hombres. The old veteran then asked in time, "What brings one of the State's finest Patrol officers in to visit the local police department and me in particular?"

Tom said, "Chief, I need a personal favor. You might recall the Santos Domestic Violence case about two years ago in which I was involved as a private citizen, rather than a policeman. That apparently has not been cleared and I would like for you to look into it personally."

The chief said, "Wait a minute, Tom," as he activated a transmit switch on a communicator and said, "Rachel, bring me a 'Santos DMR case folder' that may be still open or closed," and again looking at Tom continued, "I don't remember any particulars but I vaguely remember that scuttlebutt had it that you took up with the poor woman caught after the husband caught his brother punching his wife. Is that right?"

Tom smiled and said, "Well, sort of... She rented a room from me and sometimes I wake up and she has crawled in bed with me. And, I am just a single man and she is a good looking Latino, and sometimes, nature takes its course..." 

The chief smirked and said, "Oh, I know about nature. Are you certain that the ex-husband has no violent revenge planned for the adulterers?"

Tom replied, "Oh no as I even accompanied the errant wife to a family function and all seems to be smooth and affable now between the two exes. I am quite certain revenge is out of the question."

At that time the only beautiful and shapely blond in the building that Tom had ever seen, the records clerk, brought in a folder and said to the Chief, "It was in the closed file, in error and there is an INS query that was not acted upon."

The chief said, "Thanks, Rachel," as she left the office. Turning to Tom, he continued, "Let me browse this for a moment." After a few moments he asked, "Tom, do you personally know Sergio Santos who is trying to get his resident visa reinstated?"

Tom mused to himself, "His assistant is the only looker in this building and I will eat my hat if he is not tapping that." He then smiled and said, "Yes, he is well educated and a good bridge player. He owns a restaurant on the North Shore which his son is managing while he is absent. He wants to return and take over his restaurant and live in blissful cohabitation with my roommate. I want her to move out so I can move on to greater things - as in hopefully more permanent things - and I don't have the will power to kick her out."

The fat, lecherous old detective leaned back in his executive chair grinning and said, "O.K., Tom, I will look into this personally. I would like to question Ms Santos so when might be a good time for me to drop by to see her?"

Tom smiled broadly and said, "Well, I am on my way to my patrol area and she is at home now - my unit number is 241. May I call her and give her the good news that you will personally investigate this?"

"Please do, Tom. I could take a long lunch hour and be there about 11:00 if that works for her?"

Celina answered hello when the trooper called. Tom said, "The chief of detectives will investigate why Sergio's case is being held up personally and wants to come by to see you about 11 this morning. Will that work for you?"

Tom smiled and broke the circuit. Turning to the policeman he said, "Eleven would be fine. She will be expecting you."

Tom worked his 8 hour shift and afterwards pulled his state vehicle into it's assigned numbered parking place late night. He was tired and had forced himself to stop thinking about either Naomi or Celina, but he was still horny, and while securing his vehicle said to himself, "I sure would like to get laid tonight, but it is not going to happen."

Inside his condo, after securing his weapons, he knocked on Celina's bedroom door. She was in bed with a big smile on her face watching a Spanish Language movie that Tom had seen and enjoyed. He walked in with a faint smile. She paused the movie and without saying a word, flipped back the cover on the unused side of the bed exposing her beautiful naked body and pointed to the empty space beside her and said, "Come join me, Honeybun," in Spanish.

"Aw Celi, you talked me into it but enjoy your movie while I bathe and shave."

She replied, "Hurry," and restarted her movie.

When Tom returned she said, "Before you ask, Chief O'Malley made a phone call from here and later assured me that Sergio's petition will be approved probably today or tomorrow. To accomplish that, I didn't screw him but he got the best blow job he ever had and a promise that we can get it on from time to time after Sergio gets resettled here. He didn't bring a condom and I lied that you and I didn't have any in the house, so he didn't press the issue."

Tom lay his naked body down beside and facing her with a smile on his face and asked, "Celi, could you please two men in one day?" 

She giggled and said, "I thought you would never ask. But, in ten more minutes it will be 'tomorrow,' so my record of one man per day stands. Go fix yourself that usual potion and let me finish my movie as it is almost over." 

When Tom got up to piss the last time before sleeping, it was 3:15 A.M.

———-

Two weeks later Celina and Tom were loading the lady's clothing and other things into her car on the second and final trip. She had leased an apartment on the North Shore and her ex brother lover, Sergio Santos, was scheduled to arrive at Logan in four days. Tom and her had lost sexual interest in each other - she because of her excitement that Sergio was coming and him, because he was tired of Celina being in his life.

The two walked to her car together with their arms loaded with packages on their final trip when the couple encountered the Vandenberg's. Tom exclaimed, "Ira and Jeff, Greetings to you. I am just helping my roommate, Celina Santos - you remember her don't you? - pack the remainder of her things as she is moving to the North Shore." 

Ira, gracious but portly lady that she was, said to Celina, "Indeed I do remember. Good luck to you, Ms Santos. Jeff and I wish you the best." Looking at Tom and at a loss for what to say next, she continued, "I hope this means that we will see you, Tom, more often on Bridge Nights." At that the couple continued walking towards the Common Area where their apartment overlooked the pool.

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It was during the next week when Tom, now working days, sat in his condo relaxing in the evening after a routine work day as security at a highway construction site. He was now reading a Robert B. Parker 'Spenser' detective novel, set in Boston, when there was a knock at the door. Since the incident with Celina two years prior he never opened the door anymore without peering through the security port - even if he was a 'big strong policeman.' This evening, there stood Ira Vandenberg, his neighbor, and her friend Naomi Riley, smiling. The Irish Lass looked absolutely gorgeous, yet not ostentatious. As he reached to yank open the door, a fine bead of perspiration broke out on his face, and his thought was, "She did come, just like she said she would. Don't fuck this up, Tom!"

To be continued



The Trooper's New Fuck-Buddy Pt. 03



Author's Foreword: This is the final episode of this story. The usual two warnings apply. The first is that the story will make no sense if the reader does not review/read Parts 1 and 2. The second is that hot sex is missing. Please enjoy. I welcome private comments, and will try to answer cogent emails.



 The Trooper's New Fuck-Buddy Part 3

 State Patrolman Tom Sullivan's thought, as he looked through the security portal in his front door, was "Is falling in love instantly at forty-something possible? My impression was that instant love is only possible if accompanied by a simultaneous spurt of male and female hormones. Of course, this is common in youth, but at my age? I think about this woman I met once, every day. And here she is!" 

 He flung open his Condo unit's door unaware that he had the largest and brightest smile on his face of his entire life. His mood must have been catching because there stood his neighbor, Ira, and his secret love-at-first-sight, Naomi, beaming with pleasure. For Ira, she beamed as she pronounced herself the most successful matchmaker in all of Eastern Mass. Riley and Naomi were almost rude in that the obese woman talked incessantly while neither of them acknowledged her for studying each other's eyes. He play-acted and mumbled something during Ira's introductions while he rehearsed his first sentence and then discarded that and then decided just to be himself. 

 When there was a lull in Ira's chatter, Tom said, "You did come just like you promised, Ms. Naomi Riley, and just like the one time we met you continue to radiate good mental and physical health. Since I might bore you talking about my happiness just to see you here, may I ask how is your son doing? – I believe you said his name is Mark."

 She smiled big and said,"He is fine, Tom, and just this morning applauded me for excusing myself from the life of his sperm donor 'father.' In other words, to put it bluntly, I am no longer that man's Fuck-Buddy, and he is aware that he has seen me for the last time. Your and my meeting in the repair shop was the catalyst for shoring me up to take that financially risky step. Thanks for giving me the courage, more so because you had no idea that you were doing that to me."

 Tom's ego swelled to the point that he wondered if the size of his head was physically increasing and said, "I have arrived at a similar station in life, Naomi. In fact, I am now alone. And, I have sworn off relieving my tensions masturbating myself with any woman's body. For me, it's either a committed relationship or none at all From now on."

 Ira, embarrassed at the risqué language, interrupted them and excused herself saying, "You guys obviously don't need a third participant in this conversation so I will say goodbye to both of you."

 Tom smiled at the neighbor and said, "Thank you, Ira. My regards to your husband," as he opened the door for her to leave.

 Naomi said, "May we sit and chat for a while – and maybe even enjoy a glass of wine if you have one to offer?"

 Tom said, "Please do. Make yourself comfortable while I get it - as if you were at home."

 She said, "In that case excuse me while I use your restroom."

 When she returned to the living room, Tom had poured two glasses and was trying to relax himself, but still had a large smile on his face. Naomi said, "Another thing that impresses me about you is that your house is clean and sparkling, and you had no idea that I would be coming today. Do you have a cleaning service stop by regularly?"

 Tom smiled and said, "No. Monday is my clean up day. My ex-wife accused me of being messy after she was already fucking my neighbor, unbeknownst to me at the time. So, trying to earn her love I changed several things – for example, I learned to dance well, cleaned up after myself, scrubbed this place down bi-weekly, began pressing my civilian clothes after washing them, put the toilet seat down after each use, etc. In time, the pattern became a part of me even after she moved in with her Paramour."

 Naomi said, "The moral of that story is that 'one can not buy love by changing oneself to be what the object of one's affections wants one to become. Right?"

 Tom chuckled and said, "Exactly. Is that the voice of experience speaking or are you savvy enough to figure that out?"

 She grimaced and said, "Experience. One-Hundred people attended my wedding reception. Hell, even a Monsignor church official married us, and I naively thought it was 'forever.' But my new husband was a pathological liar and a Randy. I suspected that another woman shared his bed, too, after about three months of our marriage."

 Tom replied, "You said in our first meeting that you started an affair two years after marrying Sam, so tell me about that, if you would?"

 "My husband and I were Catholics, Tom, and practiced rhythm method birth control. So for ten days per month when I was fertile, we slept separately – he insisted on that arrangement. So while we were sleeping separately, he hung out at a sports bar with friends after work. I went a few times with him but frankly, hated - and still hate - any restaurant where big screens show continuous footage of sports events. I stayed home mostly and sulked. My single bridesmaid, who went to college on a volleyball scholarship and now worked with me, walked up one day and laid a photograph on my desk at work. I was shocked because it was of my husband and an unknown woman wrapped up in each other's arms at a sports bar. My bridesmaid's date secretly snapped the snapshot for her, because she thought I needed to know."

 Tom asked, "What happened then?"

 She laughed and said, "Hell, I was twenty years old, madly in love, and naïve to the point of ludicrousness. I cried and went bonkers, and took the rest of the day off and went to my mother's house and cried on her sympathetic shoulder all afternoon. Her advice was, 'Some men play around, Naomi. You and Sam are one now and can do nothing about it except hope and pray that he changes. It happens – I know your father was a Randy, for example, – and all you can do is adjust to it."

 Tom said, "Whew! Really?"

 Naomi replied, "Yes. Really! I told Mom, 'I will not live like that' and soon left for my home. Arriving at my usual time, my husband, Sam, wasn't there, so I waited. The longer I sat in our empty apartment, the more my depression increased with alternate bursts of anger. So, I decided to insert myself into the real world just like my husband did. There had been a single executive of our company who regularly hit on me since I started to work there. But, I ignored him while greatly attracted to the handsome man. In fact, I had difficulty getting the mid-20s guy out of my mind sometimes. He must have felt something as he treated me to lunch a couple of times. On those days, I trashed my peanut butter sandwiches and went with him – and guiltily didn't tell my husband. So, I did the unthinkable for a true believer Catholic – l sat across a table from him and focused on his dark super-intelligent eyes."

 Tom asked, "So what exactly convinced you when you returned to an empty apartment?"

 She said, "I thought, 'That I should stay home and patiently wait for a Randy husband' is nonsense. So, I called that executive in my anger at Sam. Calling him took backbone, but the logistics were easy since everyone's inclement weather closing number was on the personnel roster, which I maintained for the company at the time. He answered, 'Jeff Feinberg.' I said, 'Jeff it's Naomi Riley, and I am alone. Tonight would be a perfect time for you to treat me to dinner – you said on two occasions you desperately wanted to do that,' So, thirty minutes later he blew his car horn while parked in our apartment's visitor zone and I ran outside to get into his car. But, on my way I passed my husband, Sam, getting out of our car which he had parked in our assigned spot. I detoured a few steps toward him and thrust the snapshot into his hands and said, 'I am going to another kind of sports bar, and I will see you when I get back, Loverboy. You are on your own for dinner.' He said, 'Whaaat is going on?' 

 "As Jeff and I pulled into the street, I saw Sam examining the photo in the headlight. By that time Jeff had become history as far as being in love with him."

 Tom smiled and said, "Now that is what I would say is the ultimate 'wake-up call' in that you got your husband's attention! So what happened next?"

 Naomi said, "After a scrumptious cook-your-own steak dinner in a $$$ restaurant he took me to his Corporate apartment. I learned he was the nephew of old money-bags himself – owner of 51 percent of the company – and was on a management orientation program. The CEO was grooming him for upper management, he finally admitted. But, Jeff was a gentleman and finally said, 'I had better get you home.' Tom, at that point I didn't even care what my husband's reaction would be, but I grabbed him and wrestled him to his bed. My thinking was that 'This man wants my body, and I can go far it, so why not?'"

 Tom asked, "Whew! Was your husband waiting for you when you got home?"

 She chuckled and said, "Yes and how! Sam pleaded, 'That woman meant nothing to me.' I replied, 'Sam, going to hell for lying is just like going to hell for adultery.' Then he laughed at me, Tom. Sam said, 'That stuff is bunkum for the 19th Century, not the 20th. Post-dying will be exactly like post-living – they lied to us, Naomi.' I then told him, 'You are a monster!' He followed me upstairs wanting to know if I had screwed the guy who drove the BMW Z4. I coyly replied, 'I did no more than what you did and were doing with that woman you are wrapped around shown in that photo."

 Tom asked, "What happened to your relationship?"

 She said, "Well, we slept separately, but he would crawl into my bed and vice versa from time to time in a fit of passion and sorrow and renewed expression of love while on Saturdays when we went to confession. But, love for each other was gone. I began secretly taking the pill and having pleasurable sex with Jeff and loved it – it was the first time that sex was about my pleasure. So, a year later I became accidentally pregnant and was getting ready to tell my husband, but I didn't have the chance."

 Tom asked, "What happened?"

 She said, "I had put off telling my spouse, Sam, until I counted the days and figured out that the child could not be his. So when it was truth time for me, I said something like, 'We need to ta....lk' when Sam interrupted and asked me for a divorce because, he tearfully said, 'I have fallen in love with a free-spirited woman.'" So we went through the 50-50 divorce process using the same attorney. After the hearing, I told the world I was two months pregnant. Sam heard that news indirectly from friends, and his guilt became unbearable to him. His life-threatening sense of a sinner condemned to hell stemmed from his morbid awareness that he had committed adultery initially, which motivated me to do the same. All the 'don't' and 'should' commands learned in a lifetime of Catechism Class caught up with him and shut down his clear thinking ability. The confessional and counseling were now his evening's 'entertainment' - and he 'avoided the occasion of sin' by not frequenting a sports bar. He could pay close enough attention to get through a work day if peers carried his load, but then once alone, he reminded himself all over again that he had broken his vows. He convinced himself in time that he caused me to go off the rails and take a lover. His new 'truelove' was so put out with his despondency until she kicked him out of her life."

 Tom said, "I need to take a break because this is a very tragic story."

 After they had refreshed themselves she continued, "After the worst of the emotional storm ended, Sam once again became livid with anger at me for no stated reason. So for spite, I point blank told him one day about the sperm-donor to verify what he had heard, 'You are not the Father of my child, Sam. Get over it!' He screamed, 'What! You for sure became pregnant with another man while married to me?' He buried his head in his hands and continued, 'Oh God! It was me who caused you to go off the rails.' So, to make amends he changed the terms of the divorce petition so that he would be paying child support even though we had just calculated that it was not his child."

 Tom said, "Now that is unusual, Naomi!"

 She continued, "Yes, I know. I didn't want or need him to do this since Jeff had set me up in an apartment and paid the rent. He just came by intermittently to enjoy my body. Then the child support payments from my estranged husband started coming in after Mark was born. I deposited those monies into a 509 College Fund. As for the child's sperm-donor father, Jeff had the attitude, "No child of mine will go hungry, and so the payments came in for rent payments over the past 15 years until this coming month."

 Tom asked, "What was your son's reaction to the facts of life as he grew up and understood these facts of life?"

 She said, "My son, Mark, whom you saw diving that first afternoon, never learned to like his sperm-donor father mainly because the two never got to know each other. Rather, Sam's visitations that the court granted became events toward which the youngster looked forward to on alternate weekends. It was obvious that Mark and legal father Sam were growing attached to each other. It was equally a fact to me that the natural father became increasingly distant from both of us – at least emotionally, although he either came by or spent the night with us from time to time.

 She continued, "So, with this ongoing arrangement, I became a work-a-holic. Three years ago I was promoted to head of accounting - and my ex-husband became my stand-by babysitter. Sam was always glad to do that. In fact, just before Mark entered pre-K, my lover Jeff and I took a luxury cruise around the islands in the Aegean Sea while my ex-husband kept Mark for the two weeks."

 Tom said, "That is great that you trusted him that much and, more importantly, the two had bonded so tightly."

 She replied, "Looking back, I was lucky. But to continue, In time Jeff got married to someone his uncle had picked for him. Logistically for me, nothing changed – e.g., he still paid the rent and took us out to eat expensive food occasionally. But, more and more, I became just his fuck-buddy because the scuttlebutt was that he had married a real 'witch hazel.' So he started coming by intermittently at his leisure, just to fuck – and then he would go home to his wife. We started avoiding upscale restaurants when we went out as I am sure he feared we might encounter someone who mattered. Jeff became a mover and shaker in his uncle's organization as the years wore on. And that was the situation you found Mark and me in when we glanced at each other poolside."

 Tom said, "Wow! What a fascinating story. But you did something right because your son is driven to excel and apparently wants to succeed in life. My hat is off to you, Naomi. But, so now tell me what happened since we met five weeks ago in the repair shop if you would?"

 Jeff crawled off of me one night later, and I grimaced because I desperately wanted something more than being Jeff's fuck-buddy. After you and I had met, Tom, I told my lover during his second visit, 'It's over between us. I am no longer your fuck-buddy and have asked the apartment manager not to accept any rent money from you on my behalf. I have met a man whose love and care I crave, even if he doesn't know it yet, and barely even knows who I am. But, I scarcely hope that will change, and that is the reason I am cutting off our relationship.' I saw on Jeff's face that he was relieved and, incredibly, was overjoyed with happiness for me, as his career demands precluded having me on a string. From the moment you and I, Tom, met in the auto repair shop, I often have recalled your face and imagined you as being my destiny lover. Ira told me all about your gallantry in saving two lives and then taking the fallen woman into your world in the dead of winter as a Samaritan – Albeit she was just a live-in fuck-buddy. She said that your mind was razor sharp, and you were probably the best bridge player in the club. She also showed some photos of you teaching your grandson how to swim and how he never wanted to leave Grandpa's home when visiting. The most impressive thing though is that you never aspired to play office politics and get ahead as a state employee, and you just focused on being the best Trooper you could be. I said to myself after hearing this, "Now THAT is my kind of man, and here I am. Now tell me about you?"

 Tom chuckled as he refilled their wine glasses and looked at her carefully, still unable to believe his great fortune. He held her hand up to his lips and kissed it and said, "Before I tell you about me, would you like dinner out?"

 She said, "Yes, in fact, I skipped lunch today running errands. Where do you enjoy going out for dinner?"

 Tom said, "Panera is close by...."

 She smiled as she grabbed her coat and said, "Let's go in separate cars because I must go directly home afterward to take Mark his dinner."

 Once seated in the restaurant and enjoying their meal, Tom said, "Let's see. Where should I begin to talk about me. First, I am a one-woman at a time type man period. Talking to no one in a patrol car for hours is a difficult life, and so being focused on a single female makes living with oneself under those conditions easier. What I didn't grasp at first, when the rotating shifts were the norm, my wife was also staring at four walls. So, she was befriended by a Randy. He seduced her, and she moved in with him. We divorced, and our small son and I became attached since she was now living a few doors down. The youngster spent as much time in my apartment as he did with In his mother's lover's place. I started having dates and hooked up with a sequence of fuck-buddies, and that has been going on for 12 years."

 Naomi asked, "Still going on?"

 Tom smiled and said, "No. After I saw you at the pool the first time, I went home and started planning on how to get the Latino Lady out of my townhouse and out of my life. I convinced myself that since I was now mid-40s it was time to look for a meaningful relationship – your face came to mind many, many times since the poolside event."

 Naomi asked, "How did you get the Latino lady out of your life, Tom?"

 He replied, "My fuck-buddy, Celina, silently ached for her ex-brother. He had been in Central America since her husband caught her in his bed with his brother. The lover subsequently high-tailed it back to Central America, and the two had cyber sex for months while Celina and I had the real thing. Hey, I even secretly watched her having cyber-sex with the absent lover once - but it was sexy to me. So recently the lover returned to Boston, and my fuck-buddy eagerly moved out a few days ago - in fact, I helped her load her car.  I began in earnest looking for a long term relationship because obviously her heart had not been in our relationship, and when I realized that I felt somewhat cheated. But, Sergio's coming back to the U.S. was a glorious moment because she hightailed it out of my life in a New York Minute – and it didn't bother me in the least that she broke her lease Ha Ha."

 Naomi asked, "No emotional attachments lingering?"

 He replied, "Heaven forbid, no. I was even reluctant to shake her hand on our last farewell – in fact, Ira will tell you I help her load her car..."

 She asked, "What about your future?"

 He stopped eating and touched the back of her hand and looked directly at her. He said, "I made myself a promise, 'No more fuck-buddies period' – and it's O.K. For me to play with myself if I need sexual release. My search had been on for a meaningful relationship – and every time the thought arose in my mind, your face came to the forefront. Now here you are, and I feel like it is Christmas. Thank you, Naomi."




The Trooper's New Fuck-Buddy Pt. 03



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 After an hour of getting to know each other type talk, Naomi said, "I have a hungry youngster at home, and I must say goodbye and hurry there."

 Tom said, "I have been dreading this already and wanted to ask if I may kiss you, but it's late, and Mark is hungry. If we start, we may not stop. What do you think we should do, Naomi?" 

 She smiled and stood, "I think I should go home and visit with my son and then sleep some and then go to work in the morning. Also, I can not see you tomorrow night because there is a band concert tomorrow night – Mark is first chair trumpet even though he is only a tenth grader. If you were to meet me at the Ted O'Neal High school auditorium entrance about 7:00 tomorrow evening, that would be wonderful..."

 Smiling ear to ear, Tom said, "Is this a dressy affair?"

 "No, Dear, just khakis, and a shirt. See you then?"

 He said, "Yes. Yes. Yes. Come on and I will walk you to your car."



The next evening, after the band concert, her son, Mark, found his mother and the strange man standing beside her. Mark looked carefully at the new man from all indications in his Mom's life. After the introductions, he said, "I'm sure glad to see that Mom has a new man in tow."

 To prove his quickness in a reply, Tom shot back, "I am pleased to be that man. Hey, you didn't blow a single bad note on the 'Stardust' trumpet solo interlude classic. Congratulations!"

 Mark smiled big and said, "Thanks."

 His mother chimed in, "That was the 1000th time he had played that solo and he mostly got it right from the first day."

 Mark looked at Tom and his Mom, smiled and said, "You know something about music. A compliment from someone knowledgeable makes my day."

 Tom asked, changing the subject, "Is anyone but me not had dinner and hungry?" The three shot their hand up playfully. He continued, "What is your preference, Naomi?"

 After they agreed on the logistics and all three found themselves at a restaurant table, Mark asked Tom, did you play the trumpet once, too?"

 The Trooper said, "No, I played football, but I own most of the older Chris Botti albums and a few of the Chet Baker ones and others. Maybe you can come over with your Mom and browse my collection sometime?" That started five minutes of talking music between Mark and Tom. 

 So Naomi and Tom's dating in earnest began, and the Trooper's patrol car dashboard now showed a flattering snapshot of Naomi. More than going 'somewhere' and doing something 'interesting' on their dates, the couple mostly were happy doing nothing but trying to help each other makeup for the years both had wasted before getting to know each other. So they talked and played each other's music and one evening they even turned on the TV. They also started describing books that impressed them, respectively, only to find that they tended to share their taste for Author Types.

 Two and a half weeks later, their first romp in the bed happened. Tom used all the sexually exciting techniques that his former live-in Fuck-buddy had taught him. Before their coupling was over, Naomi was all over the bed violently trembling, and the covers lay on the floor. It was Tom's first experience with a Squirter, and her sticky goo was plastered all over his lower abdomen and the sheets. Tom's ecstasy exceeded any of those moments when he was high on a love-potion that his live-in lover had brought from the jungles. 

 By coincidence, just as their coupling finished, a trumpet softly blew the notes of, "Never Let Me Go" from a Pandora radio station as the two lovers lay sprawled on the wet sheets gasping for air. Naomi turned and used all her remaining strength to face towards Tom. She had a satiated smile on her face and said, "Thank you, Trooper Sullivan, after an experience like that I will never again squander one minute of my remaining life."

 Tom, while breathing hard, said, "Everybody deserves one moment of mind-boggling ecstasy once in a lifetime – and I just had mine. Thank you, Irish Lady, who struck me dumb the day I first saw you watching Mark, dive at our swimming pool."

 The End.

 Epilog: In three months they merged their households into Tom's Townhouse. In three years they drove Mark to Amherst to set him up in the Dorm. Life was good.



The Trooper's New Fuck-Buddy



Three weeks later the couple was coming home from a restaurant/club where they had danced and both felt very good about the evening and about each other in the not-yet-spring but warmer night air. Celina thought to herself, "Damn he is sexed! He gets hard when my body touches his. I think I am winning the war that is raging in his head. She said, "There is news. The real estate agent called to say that she has received an earnest money check from someone to buy our condo. If his credit application goes through my ex-husband and I will net about 8,000 dollars each after the mortgage is paid off."

Tom said, "I am sorry, Celina. That is not much for starting over, is it? How much of your furniture, dishes, etc do you intend to take with you or have you and your ex- worked that out yet?"

She said, "As you can see, Juan already has taken some of the good furniture. I didn't fight him over it. All I have is the couch and the bed and my wedding present china and silverware and the personal things. My co-worker wants me to move in with her, but I don't want to. Sexually she likes the same thing you do, and I don't want to fight her off all the time..."

The subtlety of what she had just said finally hit Tom and he smiled, "Damn! Living with her would be an awful waste of your resources, I would think."

She smiled broadly and said, "To be sure."

Tom asked, "Do you have a police record - or were you ever even taken in for questioning?"

"No, Tom, after Juan had suffered his shock, a social worker escorted me to a shelter and that is the only involvement with authorities I have ever had. I have been a U.S. Citizen for 17 years and both my children were born here."

As she talked Tom felt himself being drawn into her web. For some strange reason his focus was on her boobs - "Oh I would like to... " - but he forced himself to focus on the future and said, "I got both a construction site and a patrol shift ahead of me, so let me walk you to your unit and lets continue this."

Later, Celina lay in bed thinking, "Tom has changed in my estimate of him from a rock-of-gibraltar to a very lovable person. Damn woman! You are in love, and Tom focuses on me when we are talking so he probably knows. I also am quite certain that I am no longer just a hot Latino to him, but something more. Yet the Male Ego is such that since I was a 'loose' woman he is not quite certain that we could be a number for a long term relationship. Then I must be certain that I sell Tom Sullivan on me. So what must I do so that he never wonders if there is someone else I want to entertain in the bedroom? That is where I am vulnerable. So the only thing I can do is continue to be completely honest and be myself and hope he falls for me, as I have fallen for him. For starters just before I move out after the vacate day I will ask him to rent me his Son's former room if he hasn't already asked me by then. "

Eighteen days later Tom was driving from a highway construction site headed home. The next two days were his 'weekend' even though it was mid week on the calendar. The trooper felt good and was weighing if he wanted to call his fuck buddy and ask for a date or just forget her and ask Celina. He mused to himself, "I am horny and look forward to some pussy, but damn! I don't want to call my mannequin, although I am sure she would accept just for the fine dinner I always buy, if for nothing else - and I am sure whatever excitement I ever once felt for her, has fled equally."

He parked his state owned vehicle and walked towards his house. There was Juan Sanchez and someone else carrying a mattress to a rented Thrifty bobtail. As they passed, Tom said, "Hello Juan. As you can see I just this minute got home off of a 14 hour double shift. I hope you are doing well."

The two paused for a moment and said, "Yes, everything is fine now, Mister Trooper. Good luck to you."

Tom went into his apartment and secured his weapons and changed into street clothes and opened a beer. He walked back to his Son's former room where he could see the bobtail in the parking lot outside and sat on the bed to sip his beverage. In time Tom watched Juan and his helper drive away. He mused to himself, "She is clean as a whistle with no record at all and she is an instructor at that English for Foreigners Academy in good standing. And, she has a credit score of 752. She is a prized roommate. Maybe I will ask her to bunk with me."

Just as he settled into his easy chair in the front room there was a hurried knock. He smiled, hoping it was Celina. It was.

He stood up and hurried to her and before she could speak, he embraced her and kissed her full on her lips, though not passionately, while smiling. 

Pleasantly shocked, she looked at him and embraced him, pulling his body tight to hers. She said, "Tom, you have a large erection already," as she felt him through his pants. She continued, "I am glad I do that to you - you didn't take one of your blue pills, did you - or is this totally your reaction to me?"

"It's just you, Celina. Let's sit down and talk."

"O.K.," and after they were seated and she had a glass of wine she said, "I loved the way you kissed me just now, and I want more as soon as possible. Let me tell you that Juan and I closed on the sale this morning and must vacate the unit by Sunday. You may have noticed that my ex- moved the last of his share of our things out today."

Tom replied, "I did. Have you made any plans for your future?"

"No, I will take care of that tomorrow - and since I am flushed with cash, may I treat you to a restaurant with the best Spanish food in Boston tonight?"

The trooper's whole head turned into a big smile and he said, "My what a smooth talker you are...Yes."

At the white cloth dinner table later Tom was enjoying some imported wine (from Spain) that was surprisingly good. He said, "It's the first time I had tapas - I could really get use to those."

She replied, "Yes, this restaurant is Zagat rated and these tapas are the best in Boston, but I know where there are some that are even better."

Tom said, "I hope you are going to say, 'those that I make.'"

Celina laughed, "First prize goes to Tom!" 

The dinner conversation went on and on. Finally she paid the bill using cash and said, "I am ready to go now."

As Celina drove back, Tom kept looking at her and finally said, "I have an offer to make you."

"O.K., let's hear it," as she momentarily took her hand off the steering wheel and showed him her crossed fingers like a child might.

"Rent my son's former room from me all legal-like, complete with kitchen privileges. I checked with the manager of our community and she gave me a price range that 4 others are paying in this complex." He quoted the amount and continued, "My prices are the same but then you get me as a bonus?"

She said, "Be quiet a moment, Tom. The next freeway exit is ours."

Once she was safely off the freeway and stopped in front of a closed hardware store right near the exit, she unsnapped her seat belt and grabbed him. Several passionate kisses later, She exclaimed, "Yes! I accept your offer to be your legitimate room-mate and share your apartment. The price is quite doable," and as she was brushing back tears she continued, " Thank you, my policeman, for making the whole sordid affair of my cruel marriage and even crueler affair turn out a positive for both me and Juan, though he won't admit it yet."

When they arrived at her numbered parking place and got out, they held hands walked towards the main building. She said, "I am exhausted so I propose we sleep in our own apartments tonight and get together tomorrow When we will both be refreshed."

Tom said, "I understand that, Celina, I am exhausted myself because the day has been very long. But, I have the next two days off - think of it as my 'weekend.' Thank you for a wonderful dinner and your wonderful company. I will write up the particulars on the boiler plate form for a 1 year lease, and we can see how it goes after 12 months. Is that O.K. with you."

She smiled and said, "Perfect! Tom, I know you are not doing these things to impress me but I am so impressed that you do things like this all business-like and proper."

The next day both were rested and Tom cooked breakfast for the two - sausage and eggs and fruit and toast with coffee. During breakfast, Celina said, "Tell me about that very nice, lighted china cabinet in the corner that is littered with file folders stacked on the shelves - of all things?"

He chuckled and said, "When my wife split she took all the nice silverware and china out of the cabinet and the drawer and put them in storage because her Boyfriend did not have room for the cabinet. So I used it for storage. Feel free to clean it up and put your china and cutlery in it if you wish - the file cabinet in my son's room - correction, your room - is mostly empty and I can put the folders in there."

By the end of the day, her unit was empty and Tom was helping her by vacuuming the floor. When her unit was locked, she sat down on the couch in Tom's unit and said, "I noticed that your unit is larger than mine and has an oversized tub with water jet spouts, and I think a high-impact bath would be perfect about now. I need to get some jewelry I had hidden in my car while you toilet and get in the tub. Then it will be my turn after I get back."

Tom said, "O.K. I love that Jacuzzi anytime, but when I am cold on a cold day especially so. Hurry back."

Celina went to the boot of her car and dug out a small box. She then went to her old unit to toilet and returned to Tom's. She took off all her clothes outside of Tom's bathroom door, opened it and went inside. She got into the spewing water of the tub in front of him and sat with her back to him being very careful to move his erect cock out of her way. She pleaded, "Just hold me, Tom. This is as good as life gets!" She enjoyed the moment and thought to herself, "He is bigger than Sergio so here is hoping he knows how to use it."

He had been startled when Celina opened the door and came in naked, but immediately became very hard and reached up for her with his whole head frozen in a smile. She batted down his arms and sat down - her touching his cock to move it aside was very painful with his desire for her. He explored her whole body with his hands and then they changed positions and she explored his. The jets roared until the temperature of the water got noticeably cold. So they shut it off and stood up and dried each other off.

He turned her around to face him, and started passionately kissing. She pushed him back and said, "Patience! For the first time we make love I would prefer music, candlelight and wine and for us to be snuggling in your bed."

Tom said, "You hurt me to the quick but our first time is a momentous event for you, isn't it?"

She replied, "Yes! Very much so because it brings good luck to a happy couple."

So, both naked, they prepared Tom's bedroom and he played some late night Piano bass drums jazz very soft music and poured their wine. They toasted each other and their relationship and finished the wine and began making out. It was an hour after Tom had kissed her body that he finally entered her. The foreplay was so intense for her until her first orgasm came before he was all the way inside her. He paused and continued for her second orgasm. Then they rested and then continued when she experienced yet another orgasm. Tom looked at her soundly asleep now and then at the clock that read, '3:05 A.M.' He propped himself up on an elbow and just studied her face. He concluded silently, "She is beautiful and I am lucky!" When exhaustion overtook him, he went to sleep.

Life was good, and Spring was on its way!

The End.