6 comments/ 26806 views/ 7 favorites Hands on Training By: t0nst3rs Kayla thrashed around in her sleep, the nightmare overtaking her entire being. She was flailing, trying to resist someone. She kicked and struck out at the air as she incoherently mumbled words of fight and fright. The blaring of her alarm startled her away, as she sat straight up in her bed, drenched in sweat. It took her a moment to get her bearing on herself, realizing that she was indeed in her bed, alone and safe, and not in that place in her nightmare-the nightmare which haunted her. She slammed her hand down on the alarm to silence it, and then put her head in her hands, giving herself a moment to compose herself before getting up to tackle the day. The alarm read 5:30 a.m. Kayla had been waking at his hour for the past ten weeks for the Police Academy. She was almost half way through the 26 weeks of intensive, boot camp like training that was the Somerset County Academy, deemed to be the toughest in the state. It wasn't by choice that Kayla was at this Academy, rather jurisdiction. Her body ached continuously since she'd begun. But, if she wanted to make it through the program, and be able to get on the streets and have a positive impact in the community, she had to struggle through the aches and pains. Kayla rolled herself off her bed and shuffled into the shower, relishing in the feel of the hot water as it hit her shoulders. She placed her hands on the wall, leaning against it for support, and let the water run down her body. She reflected back on the nightmare and wondered why she was still having them after all this time. She'd been through therapist after therapist, and while she thought she had dealt with her feelings about her past as much as humanly possible, the nightmares still haunted her. Shaking the cobwebs free, she turned off the shower and quickly got dressed so she would have time for a light breakfast before she left. 888888888888888888888888888888 Dave was standing around bullshiting with some of the guys when she walked in. He'd had his eye on her since the first day of the Academy. Hell, all the guys probably did. In a cadet class of eighty-five, she was one of only five women, and by far, the best looking. She was on the smaller side, probably about 5'4", but she was solid looking, not one of these twig girls you could snap in half. She had also refused to cut her hair, so she lacked the androgynous look many female cadets had. The blonde, shoulder length curly mass hung down and framed her pixie face, as she had yet to throw it up in a ponytail. Kayla walked past Dave, briefly making eye contact, her blue eyes meeting his brown. He smiled, but she quickly looked down, her face falling forward to cover her eyes. His smile faded, and he furrowed his brow. He wondered she looked away. She seemed confident in all their exercises, both physical and in the classroom. Was she just shy? Was she a lesbian? His thoughts were broken up as the Sergeants walked in and they their training for the day. Every morning began with a five mile run. This was never a problem for Dave, as he played football in high school and was used to the grueling two a days that were inflicted upon players in the 100 degree heat. Many had passed out from heat exhaustion, and those at the academy were no exception. After the running came the pushups, pull ups, sit ups, and whatever other torture the instructors decided to throw at you that day. This was all inflicted before the 10 o'clock hour, when they switched you to an actual physical exercise or some sort. Yesterday had been rescue swimming. Today was to be self-defense grappling and throws. The cadets were broken up into smaller groups of about twenty or so for the exercises, with two Sergeants assigned to each group. They would explain the practicum behind the exercises, demonstrate them, and then call upon cadets in pairs to execute them for the group. Three or four pairs had demonstrated their techniques when Sergeant Murphy called out the names "Mitchells" and "Donnelly". Kayla and Dave stepped forward. The Sergeant explained the throw and wanted Dave to be the attacker. Great, Kayla thought, I'm never going to be able to throw this guy. Dave towered over her at about 6'1". While he wasn't overly muscular like some of the meathead gym rats at the academy, Dave was plenty solid. The Sergeant instructed them to begin and Dave grabbed her from behind. His right forearm came up to wrap around her throat, while his left arm wrapped around her body, crushing her arms and breasts underneath his clutches. Her fellow cadets cheered her on as she began to struggle, she suddenly stopped. She was transported back to the day in her nightmares, its feeling all too real and familiar. She saw the faces, felt the pain, and zoned out from the present. She paled, her eyes large and filled with fear. Kayla screamed and stilled again. After a few seconds, Sergeant Murphy instructed Dave to break the hold, but she never heard him. She was still in that place, that place she had tried so hard to forget. "Donnelly, Donnelly," the Sergeant called to her several times before she snapped back to the present, and realized what had just happened. "Donnelly, what the hell was that?" The Sergeant questioned her. Kayla filled with embarrassment, and turned away just as she began to cry, running from the gymnasium. "Sir, may I?" Dave asked hiking his thumb back towards the doors Kayla had just burst through. The Sergeant just nodded, and Dave spun on his heel and jogged after her. Dave began scouring the building for her, but had no luck. He checked the halls, classrooms, and cafeteria. He was about to give up his search when the door to the women's locker room caught his eye. He looked around the hall, didn't see anyone, and quietly made his way in. He walked past the row of lockers towards the shower area, where he found her huddled on the floor. She was sobbing, and hadn't heard him come in. Dave slowly made his way towards her and called out to her. "Kayla?" His voice startled her, and she looked up to see Dave slowly walking towards her, as if he was gingerly walking through a landmine, testing the ground. She pulled the front of her shirt over her face, in an attempt to soak up the tears. He squatted down in front of her, waiting for her to look up at him again. When she didn't, he began to speak, "Kayla, I'm sorry. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry," he said sincerely. She sniffled and used her palms to wipe her eyes again before finally making eye contact with him. "It's okay Dave, it wasn't anything you did. It's just me. Maybe I'm not cut out for this." "Well, I don't know what happened today, but you've been doing great. I wouldn't allow one setback to make you doubt yourself." Setback she thought. He has no idea what a setback this was, and she was not about to start to tell him. "Dave, I just made a complete ass out of myself. I froze. As a cop, you can't do that." "Yea you froze, but it happens. And, don't worry, you didn't make an ass out of yourself. Thompson farting during his sit-ups-that's making an ass out of yourself." She couldn't help but giggle, remembering that say so many weeks ago. "C'mon," he said extending his hands out to her to help pull her up from the floor. She took them, and he waited for her while she went and blew her nose and washed her face. They walked to the door of the locker room, and he held it open for her. She began to walk through it, and turned and stopped. Kayla looked up at him and said "Thank you." Dave smiled, and looked down at her, pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face. "Anytime," he said brushing his knuckles along her left cheek. Kayla suddenly felt a soft spot for this man, something she couldn't describe, something she had never felt before in the pit of her stomach. She smiled, and slowly turned away. He followed her back to the gym, enjoying the view. 888888888888888888888888888888 Kayla was able to get back into the swing of things, and over the next several weeks, she and Dave were paired up during exercises several more times. She also started eating lunch with his little group, and the boys became her big brothers and protectors of sorts. If anyone tried to bust her balls or give her any shit, other than the Sergeants of course, they busted them down to size. She was walking to her car Friday afternoon when Dave caught up to her. "Hey, a bunch of us are going to McCarthy's later tonight. You game?" She thought about it for a moment. She hadn't had a beer since the academy started and the thought of an ice cold one brought a smile to her face. "Yea, actually, I think I am." "Cool, I'll see you later then," Dave smiled, walking away backwards from her a few steps before he turned and gave himself a little satisfied arm pump. Kayla went home and showered. Standing in her closet, she longed to dress like a girl, tired of the academy issued BDU's. She reached past her jeans for a denim skirt and black halter top. It was unseasonably warm for mid November, so she figured why not. Plus, McCarthy's was always busy, and it would get warm in there. She styled her hair, and applied makeup as well, surprised she remembered how. She hadn't worn makeup in ages. She then selected a pair of heels-black pumps which gave her an extra four inches of height. Giving herself the approving once over in the mirror, she grabbed her purse and left. Dave had been at the bar with a bunch of the guys when a girl with a killer body walked in past them, looking for someone. He hadn't seen her face, but liked what he saw from the rest of her, as did the other guys, as they ogled her and made typical asinine guy comments. He laughed and looked down at his phone, checking the time and wondering if Kayla was going to show. Suddenly Thompson yelled "Oh Shit!" Dave looked up to see the girl walking towards them with a smile on her face, and jaw just about hit the bar, as did the rest of the guys when they realized the girl they had all been ogling was Kayla. "Hey guys!" she said as she sauntered over to them. "Damn girl, who knew all that was under your BDU's!" one of them shouted. "Yea baby, you look good enough to eat," another one said. "Thanks," she said, looking over towards Dave, who was still in a state of disbelief. He thought she was pretty without makeup and with her hair pulled back, all sweaty every day. But this-all he could think was wow. He cleared his throat and asked, "Can I get you something?" "I'll have a beer please, whatever's on tap. Thanks." He ushered her towards the chair he had been occupying, placing his hand on the small of her back, and ordered her drink from the bartender. She crossed her legs as when she sat on the stool, and the movement hiked her skirt up farther, giving Dave a view of her toned legs almost to the tops of her thighs. He glanced up to where her skirt ended and wondered what kind of underwear she had on, if any. He felt himself beginning to get hard, and tried his best not to have anymore sexual thoughts about Kayla. He had to remind himself not to about every 30 seconds, and even then, it was a struggle. The group hung out and talked before the DJ started up, and the pounding bass made it impossible to hear anything below a scream. "Do you want to dance?" Kayla asked Dave. What?" he screamed back. She shook her head and laughed, jumping down from the stool. She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him over to the dance floor. She placed an arm on his shoulder, and he a hand on her waist, and tell began to move to the sexually charged rhythms. They danced for the next several hours, breaking only when they got parched to do shots. Dave was respectful of her, and made no motion to grind up against her, especially in front of the other guys. Kayla was having a good time with Dave, and the alcohol was helping her lose her inhibitions somewhat and let her guard down. So, when the DJ called last call, she was sad that the night was ending. She also realized that driving home was going to be a challenge, for she was far more inebriated that she should be. They settled up their tab-Dave insisted on taking care of Kayla's portion, and walked out into the night air, which was much more brisk than when she arrived. Kayla crossed her arms across her chest and rubbed her hands up and down them trying to get warm. She was so focused on this task that she didn't see the curb, and tripped over it. She would have taken a flying leap, except that Dave's reflexes were quick, and he was able to grab her by the arms and pull her back into him, wrapping himself around her in the process. The heat coming off his warm, hard chest warmed her belly, and she forgot all about her arms. "Maybe you shouldn't drive yourself home." "Yeah, maybe your right," she replied, breathily, still leaning against his form. "I guess I'll call a cab." "No, I'll drive you home, and then tomorrow I can bring you back here for your car." "No, I don't want to impose on you." Dave gave her a little squeeze. "It's not an imposition. C'mon." He slowly unwrapped his arms and let her go, letting his left hand slide down her arm to grab her hand, as he pulled her to his car. Kayla got a sharp chill when he released her, and she shuddered. His fingers left a trail of goose bumps down her arm, as his hot flesh exposed her to the night air again. Her breathing hitched, and her legs suddenly felt weak, requiring her to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as they headed to his car. 888888888888888888888888888888 When they reached Kayla's apartment, she invited Dave in for coffee. They sat in her living room talking. As many hours in the day as they had spent together, they never really had the opportunity to talk intimately. She discovered that he had majored in History in college, had two sisters, his parents were still married, and that he had an odd obsession with TV theme songs. He could rattle off the theme to anything she threw out at him. She had told him about growing up an only child in a broken home. She never really knew her dad, and how she worked full time while going to school to pay for it. She also hated tomatoes, but loved ketchup, spaghetti sauce, and tomato soup. "It's all about the texture," she told him. "Can I ask you something?" he said. Kayla nodded. "What happened that day in the gym?" Kayla took a deep breath. Do you mind if we not talk about it tonight. Maybe another day, but tonight's been so much fun, I don't want to ruin it." Dave accepted it and didn't push the issue any farther. They looked at the clock and realized it was after 4am. Since he had to take her back for her car anyways, she suggested he just crash on her couch. Normally the thought of a man she really didn't know sleeping in her house would have creeped her out, but he made her feel safe when she was with him. She went to her bedroom and got him a pillow and a blanket. When she returned, he had stripped off his shirt, and was standing there in a wife beater folding his shirt, his arm muscles rippled as he did. She paused to watch him for a moment, transfixed, until he looked up at her, and she continued towards the couch. "Here you go. The bathroom's down the hall on the right. Feel free to help yourself to anything in the fridge. There's also aspirin in the medicine cabinet if you wake up with a hangover," she told him. "Okay, thanks." "Alright, well, goodnight," she said as she began to back out of the room. She had just turned to go up the hallway when he called her. "With his hands in his pockets, he shyly walked over to her, looking down. "You now, since it's my first night in a new place, I may get scared, so can I have a goodnight kiss?" he gently asked, with a boyish charm you would expect from a six year old. She took a step towards him, and rose up on her tiptoes. "Goodnight," she whispered, as he lowered his head to hers. Their lips gently met, slowly brushing over one another, as if they were feeling each other out. Kayla placed her right hand on his chest to steady herself. Dave didn't try to deepen the kiss, and was the first one to break away. "Sweet dreams," he said, placing a light kiss on the tip of her nose. He walked back towards the couch. She turned to go back up the hallway, and called out over her shoulder, "Watch out for the monsters!" Dave laughed as he settled onto the couch with the blanket. Hands on Training I was about midway through my morning when I noticed the mail flag. I clicked on it to bring up my yahoo account and noticed that it was from the club I had found on the internet related to mutual masturbation. Probably just an offer for Viagra but none the less I clicked the icon and read the message. I noticed your profile on mutmass and saw that we are in the same area. If your game I'll be at the shopping center just off base at 12:10. I have never tried this so I insist you come to my car for my safety. I'll be out in the middle of the lot in a black Lexus and I will have the lights on for 5 minutes. Susan. A thrill shot through me as a realized I was about forty five minutes away from a rather unique experience. If you are unaware, mutual masturbation is a technique where complete strangers meet and masturbate each other with no strings attached. The meetings take place in fairly public places for safety. I had never actually met anyone but I was about to get my chance. I arrived on time and easily spotted Susan's car. I pulled nearby and walked over to the passenger door hearing the satisfying sound of the lock opening. Opening the door I quickly got in settling on the buttery soft leather interior. I glanced at Susan and met her eyes. She blushed a bit and dropped her eyes quickly to my lap. I found her to be a lovely looking business woman with a silk blouse and a knee length white skirt. She looked pretty well off and by the size of the diamond in her wedding ring I'd say very married. She had what looked to be firm breasts and the A/c had aroused her nipples. I introduced myself by first name only and she shook my hand. Not knowing quite how to begin I decided to take the initiative. "Would you like to work up to it and relax a bit." I asked. She blushed bright red and nodded quickly. I reached across and cupped her cheek, pulling her over to me and nuzzling my face in the side of her neck. Her skin was porcelain smooth and she smelled wonderful. I breathed softly in her ear, "It's okay. Relax" before kissing softly at her neck. I stroked her face and neck and eventually dropped my hand down along the outside of her breasts. She gasped slightly as she realized my intent but didn't pause or stop my progress. I slowly caressed around her soft tender chest feeling the nipple graze across my palm like a pebble. I stretched my fingers to the outside and let my thumb bounce across it making it even harder. I squeezed very gently and allowed my fingers to close around the tender bud rolling a bit and lightly pinching through the blouse and bra. Susan groaned, encouraging me. I sucked at her neck like some sort of sensuous vampire, pulling her arousal forth to warm and comfort her as I gave attention to first one tit, then the other. Her breasts were amazing, a good C cup yet firm. The skin I could see at her cleavage promised softness I could only imagine. I dropped my hand lower and stroked her thigh. Her legs were tightly together and I began to wonder if she would let me continue when I felt her hand begin to rub my cock through my pants. I reached down and tugged lightly at the hem of her skirt, letting her know that I could progress unless she slid it up a bit. She lifted her ass and the skirt climbed her thighs, I was pleasantly surprised and much relieved to see stocking tops. She still had her legs together when I dropped my hand down to cup the inside of her leg. She opened her legs just enough for my fingers to slip long the inside and I pushed up until my index finger grazed across the soft lace of her panties. I let my thumb rest above her pussy and slowly squeezed my hand together eliciting another groan as my thumb rubbed across her pussy. I lifted my mouth of her neck and looked into her eyes. Deep green they were and I could see she was both excited and scared. "Don't be scared darling," I whispered. "Let me make you feel good. No one is gonna know." I turned my hand sideways pressuring her thighs. She slid forward a bit in the seat and spread her legs as wide as she could in the seat. I always love that feeling when a woman spreads her legs. I guess to me the legs are a symbol of a woman's chastity and morals. They are taught to keep them tightly together. When I see them spread willingly it says to me, "Here is my pussy, take me." I laid my fingers down upon her tender pussy, the lace soft and warm on my skin. I felt her contour and began my slow exquisite dance. I get the fingers together and rubbed a slow circle over the entire area. Again she gasped and this time her left hand reached up and grasped my forearm. I almost thought she was going to pull me away but she didn't. She just g rasped my arm and let me work. I changed motion a time or two from rubbing circles to sliding my center finger up along the crease. Her breath was hot on my cheek as she leaned over and kissed the side of my neck then leaned back and panted slowly. I reached my fingers to the side and slipped my hand beneath her panty. I could feel her silky well trimmed curls and the soft tender lips of her aroused pussy. It was hot to the touch but only slightly moist. I used my outside fingers to splay it open a bit and slowly worked the center back and forth and till the gentle folds wetted and sucked me inside. I pushed slightly and felt the moisture flood my hand as her arousal caught up and sought to ease the passage of my gentle invasion. I could feel the hot stickiness coating my fingers and I could taste her scent on my tongue as her womanly essence filled the hot interior of the car. Frustrated by the lack of room to maneuver I slipped my hand back out and caressed outside her panties once more. I imagined the satiny inside sucking up her juices like a sensual sponge. I looked at her face and her eyes were closed. Her head was leaned to the side a bit and her exquisite lips were parted softly as she breathed through them. I imagined that is exactly how she looked when orgasming, except more sedate and without the tension and gasping. She was lovely. I reached up and tugged at the panty tops and she quickly, eagerly even lifted her ass and wiggled them down among her heels, lifting one to free her legs. I took the opportunity to push her skirt higher and she scooted forward even more in the seat till her ass was bare against the soft leather and again spread herself wide for me. I again circled across the top with my fingers flat, pressing against her pussy except this time her tight silky curls caressed my fingers back. My middle finger easily slipped along the center crease, spreading her open. I slid it up and bumped gently across the hard little nub at the top, her hand tightened on my forearm, the nails digging slightly as she raised her hips seeking to press harder. I wasn't having it and deftly moved up and away before circling back and slipping once again inside. I was amazed at her wetness. It seemed she could coat my fingers faster than I could work the wetness around tender mound. I worked a finger in and out in a fucking motion and she began to thrust her hips to the timing. Her breathing quickened and she began to whimper slightly with a breathless "yesss" thrown in. I slid out and flattened my fingers once again. Using the two outside fingers I spread her open revealing the tender bud and began to work it quickly with my middle finger. Not too fast, but then again I didn't work it too slow either. I could feel and see hear arousal build like a balloon expands with the rush of air. Her nails dug deeply into my forearm and she began to almost grunt with each tap of my finger tip. The breath rushing out in time with the thrusts she was imagining behind her closed eyes. Just as she reached the bursting point a car door thumped shut in the next row over. The naughtiness of being manipulated in public shot through Susan and she erupted in orgasm. The hot sticky wetness flooded my hand as she bucked in time with the muscle contracting throughout her body. A long moan escaped from her lips as the waves of passion crashed again and again on the shores of her being. I sat still while she breathed and tried to regain her composure. When her nails finally released my forearm I reached down and gathered her panties and quickly wiped the soft leather seat between her legs. She smiled gratefully and quickly reached over and began to undo my pants. Reaching in she pulled my cock through the front of my boxers and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. I looked down and thrilled at the sight of a stranger's exquisitely manicured fingers wrapped around my shaft. The nails a perfect match for her bright red lips. She began to work the skin up and down pausing occasionally to swipe her thumb across the head and use the precum to lubricate. I looked around to make sure the coast was clear and then over at Susan. She had an intent look on her face as she watched what she was doing. She glanced up and smiled mischievously before releasing and licking a bit of dripping off her thumb. She reached across and began to use her left hand, leaning over the console a bit. I turned my left hand over and slowly reached up to once again caress her magnificent tits, the full weight of them swaying gently in my hand as she stroked me. I groaned my appreciation and once again looked down at her hand. I could just see the big diamond of her wedding band peaking around the side of my shaft. The realization that I was about to cum with someone's wife jump started my orgasm. I felt myself swell. She sensed my quickening and leaned over to watch intently as I spilled forth my seed. I felt the slight brush of her breath and erupted in a long ropey arc that caught on the dashboard and trailed down eventually flowing over her slender fingers. I watched as the pearly essence coated her diamond before the second pulse began to shoot forth. She surprised me as I felt her mouth cover the head of my cock, capturing the shot tightly in the warm embrace of her lips. She swallowed greedily as I finished cumming. Before sitting up, her eyes twinkling as she sucked the first bit from her fingers and wedding ring. I smiled back and reached out to wipe a pearl dab from her ruined lipstick, the translucent white stark upon the hot red. Her lips glistened with the evidence even after. I collected myself tucking back in and zipping up. I offered Susan her panties and she smiled and said, "Keep them just don't expect to every time. That could get expensive." I smiled in the knowledge that we would do this again and got out of the car. I watched as Susan started the car and drove off having never straightened her skirt. I returned to work and tried very hard to get some work done without my mind wandering. I got up after an hour or so to take a break and walked down the hallway to go out into the common area. As I went to open the glass door I saw someone coming in, Susan. She looked up and we locked eyes. She smiled and blushed then walked on through as I opened the door. I watched her firm little ass swaying beneath her skirt knowing full well she was bare underneath. My hand squeezed her damp panties in my pocket and I turned away, raising my fingers as if to wipe my nose I inhaled her heady scent and imagined what our next foray might entail. Hands on Training Ch. 02 Around 7am, Dave awoke to a noise. It sounded like a cry, but since he was asleep, he wasn't sure. Maybe it was something outside he thought. He rolled over on the couch, and tried to go back to sleep when he heard her screams. "No, no get off of me! Stop it!" Without thinking, he jumped off the couch and ran into her room, just clad in his jeans, ready to beat the shit out of whoever was in there. He found her asleep and alone, striking out at something or someone. "No, no, please no!" she was screaming and crying in her sleep. He stood against the wall for a moment, glad that she was okay, and glad that no one was actually in the house, since he never stopped to grab anything to fight off a would-be attacker. He pushed himself off the wall, and leaned down on the floor to wake her up. "Kayla, Kay," he called out to her as he tried to wake her. She swung out towards him, almost taking his head off, when he grabbed her by the arms, essentially pinning her down. He began to gently shake her. "Kayla, wake up baby. Kayla," giving her a harder shake until her eyes flew open. She was disoriented but saw Dave above her, naked above the waist, holding her arms down. "Get off of me," she screamed at him, as she tried to kick out at him. He straddled over her, pinning her legs down as well. "Will you relax; you've been screaming your head off. You woke me up. You were having a nightmare, now calm down. Trust me; I don't want to be awake right now anymore than you do." She took a moment to realize that she was dreaming, she recalled the nightmare, and felt the all too familiar sting of the tears on her cheeks. "Can you let me go please?" she pleaded. "Are you gonna hit me?" he questioned. Kayla shook her head no, now embarrassed that she accused him of attacking her when he was only trying to help her. Dave slowly released her arms, and got off of her, sliding next to her on the bed. He leaned down on his left elbow, looking down at her, and used his right thumb to wipe the tears away from her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "It's okay. Are you alright? Do you want to tell me about it?" he reached down to hold her hands that were crossed on her stomach. "Yea I'll be fine. I have this nightmare all the time. Can we talk about it later, I'm exhausted and I bet you are too, since I woke you up. Can we just try and go back to sleep?" she pleaded. "Okay, but you're not gonna put me off. We're gonna talk about this later." She nodded. "Okay." He pulled his hand away so he could get off the bed and return to the couch, but she grabbed it. He looked at her curiously. She didn't ask him to stay but grabbed his hand and laced her fingers through his as she turned on her side facing him, and laid her forehead against his chest. Dave lightly placed a kiss on the top of her head before settling onto the pillow and falling back asleep. 888888888888888888888888888888 When Kayla awoke again around 1pm, she couldn't believe she had slept in that long, she hadn't done that in ages. She also couldn't believe that she had Dave wrapped around her, and could feel the heat emanating from his bare chest on her back, his right arm wrapped around her abdomen, holding her tight. She teased at first, but then relaxed against him, and began to relish in the feel of him up against her. He felt nice. As lame as a description as it was, it was just simply nice to be held. She brushed her fingertips up along his forearm, feeling the muscle there, and he shifted pulling her closer. When he did, she felt something poke her in the butt. Dave had morning, or in this case afternoon, wood. The thought of his erection pushed into her ass gave her a sudden and unexpected thrill. She bit her bottom lip, as she contemplated if she should be daring or not. He was sleeping after all, right? Deciding what the hell, she pushed her ass back into him a bit more, and moved up and in, ultimately grinding against him. She jumped in surprise as he moaned and said "There's no genie there that's gonna give you three wishes if you keep rubbing it." "You're awake!" she shrieked. "Well gee; it's hard not to be when I have a beautiful woman pressing her ass into my dick, making me harder than I already was. "I did that?" she asked. Dave groaned. "Kayla, you've been doing that to me for weeks. I've practically had a constant hard on since you got to the bar last night." "Really?" she asked in disbelief. "No, I've been thinking of Thompson. He's the one who'd got me all hot," he told her, his response dripping in sarcasm. She smiled, but was a bit perplexed. She didn't think she possessed the feminine wiles to get any guy hot. Just then, Dave pushed her hair back, and began kissing the back of her neck, running up towards the front until he reached her ear. She gently ran his tongue along the edge, and she shivered. "W-What are you doing?" "Getting you as hot as you've had me for weeks," he replied before gently nibbling on her ear, which elicited a gasp from her. Dave smiled. He pulled her over so that she lay on top of him, her breast smushed into his chest, and his cock poking her in her thigh. He leaned up to kiss her, gently gliding his tongue across her lips. Kayla was reveling in the feel of his tongue against her body. She had forgotten what it was like to be kissed like this. Slowly she opened her mouth, and his tongue entered. They lightly dueled back and forth, as she slid her hands up his chest. He wound his fingers in her hair, pulling her in deeper to him. She moaned into his mouth, and he rolled her over onto her back, so he was over her. Kayla felt herself getting aroused. Her nipples were hardening, she had a butterfly like feeling in her stomach, and she felt her own dampness on her panties. Dave untangled his right hand from her hair, and ran it down her chest to cup her breast, as he simultaneously ground her cock into her pussy. Kayla suddenly froze, and her whole body tensed. She slowly pushed Dave off of her and sat up on her the edge of her bed, her back to him. "Kay?" She rose from the bed. "We should get up, so we can get my car, and you can get on with your day. I'll go make some coffee," she stated as she walked from the room. 'What the fuck' he thought. What was going on with this girl that she'd open up a little, and then shut him down? He got up from the bed and followed her to the kitchen. "Kayla, Kayla look at me," he demanded in a stern tone. "Dave, I," he cut her off before she could finish. He walked up behind her, spun her around, and then put one arm on each side of the counter, barricading her in. "Damnit Kayla, what's going on? If you're not interested in me, then fucking say so. Don't keep playing these games with me, giving me an inch, and then pushing me back a yard. Christ, can't you even look at me?" Kayla was on the brink of tears. "Dave, I told you, it's not you. You're great. There are just things you don't know." "No, I don't know. I don't know, because you won't tell me what's going on. I'm not a mind reader. I need you to trust me enough to tell me." "I can't," she responded, still unable to meet his eyes. "Look, you're not making this easy on me." "Making this easy on you...No Dave, I'm not making this easy on you. You want to know why, fine it's because I was fucking raped," she screamed back, finally looking at him. "Happy now that you know my deep dark secret. That's why I'm going to the academy, that's what the nightmares are about, and that's why as much as I want to get close to you, I can't. That's why I freeze up. So, you can rest your ego, it's not you, I'm the one that's damaged, okay?" she pushed past his arm, tears streaming down her face at this point. He heard the bathroom door slam. Dave was shocked by the admission, and couldn't believe what an asshole he'd just been. He ran his hand through his short hair, and leaned back against the counter. All the pieces began to fall into place-why she looked down all the time, afraid to make eye contact with people, why she'd froze that day in class, and why she'd just pulled away from him. He slowly walked to the bathroom, and gently knocked, but didn't get an answer. He turned the handle and found the door was not locked, so he cautiously opened it. There he found her sitting in the bathtub. "Kayla, I'm sorry. I had no idea, great Detective I'll make some day, huh." She didn't respond, still looking down, so he went and sat down on the toilet in front of her. "You're not damaged. You just had some bad shit happen to you. I'm sorry, I guess I pressured you too much...tried to move things too fast." "There was no way you could have known. I guess I should have been more forthcoming. It's just that after it happened, I shut myself down to the prospect of anything with a man. And, it fucking sucks because I really do like you and enjoy spending time with you. I want this, I just don't know how or what I'm doing here." "Look Kayla, I know this is a hard topic to talk about, and you've probably spent endless hours trying to forget about it, but I think it would really help me if I knew what exactly I was dealing with. Can you trust me enough to tell me what happened, because I think it's the only chance of us having a shot at anything here?" She met his eyes and nodded, and he stood, reaching down to help her climb out of the bathtub. She led him back into the kitchen, where she fixed their coffee, and then they went to sit down in her living room. Kayla began telling Dave the abridged version of that night seven years ago. She was a cheerleader, and it was after the homecoming game. She was at a party celebrating the team's win and everyone was drinking. She hadn't had too much, but enough to make her relax, as she and her boyfriend hooked up in one of the upstairs bedrooms in the house the party was at. He was very drunk, and didn't want to stop fooling around when she told him to. She pushed him off and got up to leave the room when he grabbed her from behind, much like the way Dave had during the academy exercise. She struggled, but he was much larger than her, as she was about 30lbs. lighter back then, and it was to no avail. He flung her back onto the bed, and when he did, she hit her head on the headboard, knocking her unconscious for a period of time. When she came to, her boyfriend was already jack hammering away on her, with two of his friends and teammates helping to hold her down. She started screaming, not only from the pain because she was dry when he entered her, but because she was also a virgin. The music downstairs was so loud that no one heard her cries. When he was done, one of his other friends jumped on, until they all had their turn. Then, they flipped her over, and sodomized her. Kayla also then proceeded to tell Dave about how they used condoms, so there was no semen to prove the rape. The boys all corroborated their stories, and being that they were all football players, and it was three against one, they were believed. Plus, Kayla did have some alcohol in her system, so she wasn't taken seriously as a rape victim, but treated more like a drunken slut who begged for it at a party and then regretted it. "So, that's why I went to the academy, to do my best to make sure another girl never has to go through what I had to. And, that's also why I freeze up on you." She paused for a moment before she continued. "Look, I know I have a lot of baggage, so I completely understand if you don't wanna see me." Kayla was giving him his out, letting him off the hook, without having to feel guilty about it. Dave's blood was boiling. He wanted to find the little pricks who did this to her, and kill them, but he knew it wouldn't solve anything for her. "Come here," he said, holding his arms out to her. She crawled over to him and he wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the top of her head, and just held her for what seemed like forever, but neither of them minded. When he finally released her, he cupped her face in his hands, looked deep into her eyes, and made her a vow. He told her that she was safe, and he would never let anything happen to her again. He told her that it wasn't her fault, and that he wasn't going anywhere. He wanted to be with her, and it didn't matter what it took or how long, he was going to be there for her. Her eyes had welled up with tears again, but this time they were tears of happiness and hope, not fear. 888888888888888888888888888888 They spent most of the afternoon on her couch, watching college football, and just enjoying each other's company. Kayla was lying in Dave's lap, and he just stroked her hair. Around five, she finally mustered up the energy to take a shower, and they then headed over to his place, so he could shower and change clothes. They went back to McCarthy's for dinner, because it had a salad bar, and both wanted something light for dinner after all the alcohol and calories they had consumed the night before. After dinner, they both drove their cars back to his place to watch a movie, where they again snuggled up together on the couch. Dave had decided that he could not make the first move involving any activities of a sexual nature. He wanted her to be comfortable and decided the best way to achieve that was to put her in control of a situation that she didn't have control of before. After the movie ended around eleven, Dave threw the ball in her court. "Kay, I really think we need to take this slow. I want you to be entirely comfortable with me. That being said, I think you should leave." Kayla stared at him in disbelief. "Did I do something wrong?" "No, that's not it at all. It's just if you stay here with me, I want you to stay in my bed, and I don't know if I can have you in my bed for the entire night without touching you. I know I can't push you away if you're here, so I think its best that you're not." Kayla laughed. "You know, most girls would be insulted that you were kicking them out, but somehow I find it strangely endearing." Dave walked her outside and gave her a light kiss before putting her in her car. "I'll call you tomorrow," he told her and she blew him a kiss goodbye. As she pulled away, Dave couldn't believe he let her leave, and went inside to take a cold shower. Hands on Training Ch. 03 When they spoke on Sunday, Dave and Kayla both agreed it would be beneficial if they kept their intentions towards one another on the down low, until the academy was over in a few weeks. They figured that they didn't need the extra ribbing they would get from their peers. Plus, they already had enough to deal with on their own with Kayla's issues; they didn't need anyone else's input or opinions about their situation. They also figured that since the academy pretty much left them wiped each night, they would only see each other on the weekends until they were done. They had put so much time and effort in the past few months; they didn't need any distractions when it was time to be serious. But, this didn't mean they weren't going to tease each other as much as humanly possible. On Monday morning, as they were doing laps, Dave ran up next to Kayla and whispered "I never thought I'd have a girlfriend who was a virgin when I was 27." Kayla looked at him cross. "What are you talking about?" "You." "Um, okay crack baby, didn't we discuss this all weekend, I'm not." "Well, technically you are. At least in my eyes. I'm of the opinion that it doesn't count. Not like doesn't count in the sense of what you've been through doesn't matter, but given the situation and circumstance of events, it didn't count towards your first time." "And how do you figure this?" she queried. "Well, because you were forced, and you didn't want to, so it doesn't count. But, when we sleep together, it'll count, because you'll be begging for it," he winked as he sped up, leaving Kayla behind to contemplate the intensity and sensuality behind his words. That started a week long game of who could drive who nuts. When they'd do stretches in the morning, Kayla would stand in front of Dave so he had a perfect view of her ass. There were intentional brushes up against each other, gentle squeezes, and quick stolen pecks, all in an attempt to keep their budding relationship hush hush. Then at night, there were intense phone conversations that oozed sexual flirtation, as well as deep discussion. Kayla got to know Dave better in that week than she had known any man. She was also beginning to allow herself to have feelings for him. And again, this was new to her as well. She'd become deeply attracted to him. But, as much as she was trying to be open with him, she didn't know if she could take their relationship to the next step-actual physical intimacy. 888888888888888888888888888888 Friday night rolled around, and another week of the academy was down. They went out to dinner to an Italian place on Friday night, and made it an early evening, both tired from being up since the early morning. Kayla fell asleep in Dave's lap, and he gently picked her up to carry her to bed. He placed her down and pulled the covers up over her. When he kissed her forehead goodnight, she woke briefly, grabbing his hand to pull him down on the bed with her. Dave snuggled up close behind her and they slept together, much the same as they had the previous weekend. When she woke Saturday morning, Dave was gone from the bed, and the house was filled with the smell of coffee and bacon. She breathed it in deeply and her stomach growled its approval. She paused at the entrance to the kitchen, watching Dave cook in just his jeans. He lean, muscled back was facing her and she long to touch him, to feel the ridges of his physique. She walked up to him and ran her fingertips down his back, encircling his waist, and placing a light kiss between his shoulder blades. "Well Good Morning," her said, looking back at her, his hair a little tousled as it was starting to grow back in a bit longer. He placed his right hand over hers that were entwined at his waist and asked, "Sleep well?" "Yea and it must have taken a lot out of me cuz I'm starving now." "Well sit down my dear. Breakfast is almost ready," he kissed her lightly on her hairline and returned to his cooking. After they ate, Kayla offered to clean up. Dave eagerly took her up on it, for as much as he loved to cook, he hated to clean up. He placed his hands on her shoulders as she was washing the dishes and turned her around so she faced him. H moved his hands up from her shoulders to cup her face and gave her a lingering, passionate kiss. Kayla's head dropped back, her eyes closed, and she wound her soapy hands into Dave's hair. Dave pushed her back against the counter, and tangled his hands in her hair, pulling her deeper into him. She moaned into his mouth, as he continued kissing her till they were both left breathless. When he pulled away, her kissed the tip of her nose, told her he had errands to run, and that he'd be back later. He left Kayla weak-kneed, holding onto the counter for support, and more aroused than she probably ever had been. Kayla spent the day cleaning up, but her mind was clouded by that kiss. She loved the feel of the heat of his mouth and tongue on hers, and shuddered when she wondered how it would feel on other parts of her body. She took a long, hot shower after she finished cleaning up, and decided to paint her toenails. She selected a dark red, and had just sat down on the couch when Dave knocked on the door. She was happy he was back, but saddened that her girly moment was interrupted. She gave him a quick kiss when he walked in and returned to the couch. "Whatcha doin?" he asked. "Well, I was going to paint my toenails, but then you rang the doorbell, so now I'm sitting here, talking to you," she said smiling. He saw the bottle of red polish on the table, and picked it up. "Gimme your feet," he said. "Why, are you gonna draw on me with that stuff?" "If you don't stop being a smartass, then yeah. Now, gimme your feet." Kayla stretched her legs out across his lap, and settled comfortably in the corner of the couch. She watched him as he started on her right big toe, and slowly and carefully worked his way across her foot. When he finished the first one, he slowly blew a stream of air across her toes to expedite the drying process, and tease her. She pulled her foot back. "Stay still or you're gonna mess it up." "Well it tickles." She smiled and get out a giggle, thinking about how this macho soon to be cop was sitting on her couch, practically giving her a pedicure. "What are you laughing at?" he asked. "You, you're just not at all what I expected you'd be." Kayla tilted her head into the couch cushion and smiled. "I mean I don't have a lot of experience with guys. I really don't know that many well at all, but I just never expected you to be like this." He picked up her left foot and began working on it. "And how did you expect me to be?" he asked curiously. "I don't know, more macho I guess. Not as sensitive and caring as you are. You're sincere and real, and I like it, but I just never expected it. Maybe it's not just that I didn't expect it from you, but I guess I didn't think any man could be like you are." "Awww, and to think there for a second I thought I was special," he said as he began to blow on the other foot. She jerked up again, startled by the gentle tickling. "Shut up, you know what I mean. I didn't say you weren't special. You are...I guess that I just never thought anyone would make me feel that way too," Kayla said, baring her soul to him, no longer able to look him in the eyes. "Hey look at me," he pleaded. When she did, he told her something she probably needed to here for a long time. "You are amazing. You deserve the best that life has to offer and all the happiness you can handle. You've been allowing your past to dictate your life for too long, and as hard as it is to do, you need to let go of the pain and allow yourself to feel again, because if you don't, you're gonna miss out on a lot of great experiences." Kayla looked back at him with tears in her eyes. Not tears of sadness, but those of realization. He was right about her past, she needed to move on, and this man genuinely cared about her. She reached her hand out to him and he clasped it, giving it a gentle squeeze. She used his grasp to pull herself up and crawled across the couch to him, straddling his lap when she reached him. She wound her hands tightly around his neck and leaned into him so that their foreheads were touching. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes closed, trying to keep the tears in. He cupped her face in his. "No matter what happens between us, I'll always be here for you," he submitted. Kayla just nodded before she leaned forward and kissed him. There was a sense of urgency in the kiss on her end, like she needed this kiss to survive. She controlled the kiss, the situation, her life, and she was suddenly in a position she had not been in in a very long time. She felt empowered and embraced the feeling with open arms. Kayla entwined her fingers in his hair, pulling him into her closer. Dave moaned and wrapped his arms around her back, stroking her up and down, enfolding her and her breasts into his chest. When Kayla was breathless, she broke the kiss and they both were panting heavy. She gently assailed his left ear, alternating between nibbling on his lobe and teasing him with her tongue. Dave felt his cock straining against his jeans as she relentlessly assaulted him, but he didn't care. He was glad to be her guinea pig as she gained her confidence back, but was struggling to keep control, because he just wanted to throw her down on the couch and ravish her. He knew he couldn't though. She trusted him and he didn't want to scare her even a bit, and upset any progress she was making. Kayla's hands slid down to the buttons on his shirt as she began to undo them to his waist. They locked eyes as she did this, and he saw a need there he hadn't seen before. Still, he knew he had to calm himself down and not push things with her too far along too quickly. She left his shirt tucked in his pants, just hanging open, his muscular pecs and abs exposed. Kayla then placed her fingertips on his chest and gingerly ran her fingernails down his chest and stomach, causing his muscles to contract underneath her touch. She left her palms on his stomach and lowered her head to his chest, placing gentle kisses on his flesh. Dave just watched her, loving the feel of her warm mouth on his body. He gave her thighs a hungry squeeze through her jeans, then slid his hands around to cup her ass, gently kneading her ass and hips. She rose up and pressed her chest into his, and then whispered in his ear, "I wanna feel you." Kayla sat back, looking into Dave's eyes. She reached down for the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it over her head. Her breasts were diminutive, but she wasn't flat chested, probably a small B-cup, so she didn't need to wear a bra if she didn't want to. Today had been one of those days. Dave sat back, drinking in her beauty. Her nipples had peaked from the sudden chill in the air. Dave ran his hands up her bare back, feeling the contrast of her soft skin against his hardened palms and fingertips. He pulled her into him and whispered, "You are so beautiful." When her nipples pressed into Dave's chest, Kayla let out a quiet sigh and closed her eyes, radiating in the luxurious feelings that were flowing through her nerve endings. Dave held her against him for a long time, both of them content to just feel one another. He languorously stroked her back, holding her to him. He kissed her temple, and then made his way down her jawline. Using his left hand, he pushed her hair back off her neck and began nuzzling her ear, leisurely making his way down her throat, to her shoulder. He grazed her shoulder with his teeth, not hard enough to leave a mark, just enough to make her gasp. Kayla pulled back and narrowed her lust filled eyes at him, while Dave just smirked. She thought for a moment, tilting her head to the other side, before grabbing both of Dave's hands and placing them over her breasts, clutching his hands as he did so to her breasts. The motion elicited a soft moan from Kayla's lips, as she tossed her head back, the new sensations flooding her being. Dave slowly rubbed his palms across the hardened nubs. Kayla's breathing hitched and she bit her lower lip. He leaned forward and placed soft kisses on her collarbone. Slowly he trailed his tongue down towards her breasts, stopping to gaze up to view her reaction. Kayla's eyes were shut tight, lost in her own feelings of passion. Dave reached the tip of his tongue out to tease her nipples. Kayla jumped and let out a loud gasp. Dave pulled back again for a second, smiling, then he returned to his assault. He started by making slow circles with his tongue on her nipples and areolas. Then, he used his whole tongue to take lazy swipes across her, alternating back and forth so that neither breast was neglected. Kayla's heart was pounding, her breathing erratic, as her chest rose and fell heavily. The tension was building in her gut as she yielded low moans and whimpers. She finally couldn't take anymore and cried out, the surge of pleasure ripping through her core. Kayla threw her head forward on Dave's shoulder and clung to his arms, trying with all her might to keep herself from falling over. Dave was shocked by her sudden eruption and quietly asked, "Did you just cum?" Kayla remained silent for a moment as she was still trying to regulate her breathing. "Kayla?" he asked again, now growing concerned by her lack of response. She tentatively replied, "I-I think so." "You think so?" He inquired. "Was that your first orgasm?" "Yes," she said, embarrassed. "How can that be, don't you masturbate?" Kayla's head shot up off his shoulder, her face flushed, mouth agape, "I can't believe you just asked me that. Th-That's personal." "It's not a big deal. It's a natural thing. I do it. Don't you?" Flushing even more, not sure if it was from her own embarrassment or his admission, she rose from his lap. "No, I don't," she mumbled as she picked up her shirt off the floor and walked to her bedroom. Dave jumped off the couch to catch up with her. "Seriously? You don't?" Kayla turned around in the doorway to her bedroom. "No, I told you I don't. I haven't since before the rape. I told you I couldn't feel anything, so there was no point," her embarrassment was now mixing with irritation. "Ok, don't get mad. I-I guess I didn't realize that when you said you couldn't feel anything, you really meant ANYTHING. I thought you were still able to y-you know," Dave stepped towards her and reached out his hand to her. She accepted and he pulled her into him. He held her for a few moments, giving her an extra squeeze before he let her go. "C'mon, let's go to bed," he said as he pulled her into her room. He looked down at her feet, and saw a smudge on one of her freshly painted toenails He was gonna tease her about it, but just smiled and let it be. It was a small price to pay for what had just transpired back on her couch. Hands on Training Ch. 04 Sorry for the delay!!! Things have been crazy between my summer class and my broken leg. I hope you enjoy and it was worth the wait! * She slowly came to; momentarily unaware of what was happening. It took her eyes a moment to focus and she heard and felt them around her before she actually saw what was going on. She tried to scream, but they put their hands over her mouth, and her cries were stifled. She attempted to bite one of their hands, but he just slapped her hard across her cheek, with enough force that would leave a mark visible for days to come. They had ripped off her sweater and skirt, leaving her lying there in the strange bed in just her spankies. Gregg, her boyfriend, was molesting her breasts, groping them hard. He brought his mouth down to one of her nipples and chomped down on it in his drunken state, making her scream. He then ripped her spankies off, leaving her nude, their eyes gawking at her. Tyler held her arms down and Rick her legs spread as Gregg stood up and removed his pants. His hard cock, its engorged purple head was pointing out towards her. He climbed up her body and straddled her high on her chest, running his cock over her face. "Suck it," he commanded. She was sobbing and wouldn't open her mouth, shaking her head no. He grew angry and struck her. "I said suck it, you fucking whore!" he screamed as the tears poured out from her eyes. She barely opened her mouth, but he forced it in, all the way to the back of her throat, causing her to gag. He pulled back for a moment, then rammed it in again, choking her. "You fucking tease. You shoulda just sucked my dick like a good whore." He removed his dick from her mouth, a strand of her saliva dangling from its head. That would be the only lubrication she got as he reared back and shoved his dick into her dry sex. He only made it about halfway in, partially from the lack of lube, partially because her hymen was blocking his entrance. He reared back again and forced himself all the way into her box, tearing through her virginal membrane, and ripping a scream out from her soul. Gregg rode her hard and swift, grating against her insides with each stroke. His drunken state prolonged his arousal and her torture, until he finally came. He remained over her a moment, until he regained his composure and his cock began to shrink from inside her. He turned back to Rick, "Your turn." Rick mimicked Gregg's actions as he violently attacked her cunt. He was a bit more vocal than Gregg though, saying things to her like "Take this you dirty bitch," and "You know you're enjoying the fucking we're giving you." The guys all laughed as she continued to sob, now silently, her spirit broken. Rick looked up at Tyler and motioned him up with a flick of his head… Kayla awoke, drenched in sweat, her heart pounding in her ears. She was almost hyperventilating as she attempted to compose her breathing. She rose from her bed and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. The dreams kept coming. The only time they didn't was when Dave spent the night with her. She felt safe then, protected in his arms. Tonight's was far worse than normal. Normally she awoke before Tyler was able to take his turn with her. She went back to her bedroom and looked at the clock. 2:17am it read. She lay back down in her bed and tried to close her eyes, but was greeted by a vision of Gregg's laughing face. Her eyes flew open and she sat back up, realizing that she would be getting no more sleep this morning. When she walked in that morning, Dave knew something was wrong. She had dark circles under her eyes and just looked like hell. He rushed over to her. "What happened?" "Nightmare, bad one," she replied blandly. "Are you okay?" She just shrugged her shoulders. "What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to stop them-I wish I did. The only time they don't happen is when you're there." Just then the Sergeants came in and interrupted their conversation. Dave gave her a small smile as they lined up, but she didn't return it. His focus the whole day was not on their exercises, but on her. They had a very important examination tomorrow, and she needed to be focused, as did he. And then he remembered what she had said the only time they don't happen is when you're there. Dave knew he was going to have to break their rule and stay with her, but he couldn't tell her, otherwise she'd protest. He said goodbye to her like any other day, then went home to get his clothes and stuff he'd need for the next day. He could come home after class the next day. After all, it was Friday and also her birthday weekend and he had big plans for them. He wasn't going to allow her nightmares to haunt her and get in the way of their future. He stopped off and picked up some Chinese before heading over to her place. Kayla was just beginning to doze on the couch when the doorbell rang. She whined to herself for a moment, unhappy with the intrusion. She got up off the couch and saw Dave when she looked through the peephole. She quickly unlocked the door and flung it open. "What are you doing here?" He bent down and gave her a light kiss. "I'm here to feed you and keep the bad thoughts away, so that you can be well rested for tomorrow and I don't toss and turn all night worrying about you. Now shut the door, it's getting cold out," he said as he walked passed her into the kitchen. She shut the door and followed him. "I thought we had rules?" she asked. He walked up to her and slid his arms around her waist. "We do, but your well being comes first, and besides, rules were made to be broken," he said, smiling mischievously. "Oh no, if you stay here, we won't sleep and I'm already exhausted." Dave lifted his right hand and said, "Scout's honor." 888888888888888888888888888888 After dinner, they settled onto the couch to watch TV. Kayla was already exhausted and passed out in his lap shortly thereafter. He watched for awhile until he became sleepy himself and turned it off. He lifted her in his arms and carried her into her bedroom, placing her gently down gently. Dave stripped down into his boxers before climbing in bed behind her and pulling the covers up. He wrapped his arm around her waist possessively and drifted off to sleep. He awoke before she did and before the alarm went off, so rolled over and he shut it so it didn't startle her awake. She must have gotten up in the middle of the night and been hot because she was no longer wearing the sweats she had on when he fell asleep. He looked under the blanket and saw that she only had on a pair of striped boy short panties. He smiled and placed his hand on her hip, lightly tracing the stripes with his finger. He pulled her hair up with his other hand and began kissing her neck, working his way forward to her throat. She purred as she woke, feeling the light kisses Dave was raining over her throat. "Now that's a nice way to wake up," she murmured. "I'm glad you're enjoying it, even if it is only 5:15." He placed his hand flat on her hip and splayed his fingers out, just content to have her in his arms, as he continued nuzzling her neck. She rolled over so she could kiss him, but stopped when the hand that had been on her hip rested on top of her sex. A bolt of electricity hit her in the stomach as felt his hand touching her so intimately, so possessively. Dave had stilled, wide eyed, as if he was terrified as to how she was going to react. Kayla slowly ran her hand down her body until she met his. She placed her hand over his and lifted her knees, placing her feet flat on the mattress. She locked eyes with him as she slowly opened her legs and led his hand down over her mound. Dave felt the heat radiating off of her, a slight dampness on her panties. She had a look in her eyes that was almost pleading. "Babe, are you sure?" Kayla's response was to press his hand into her harder as she thrust her hips upward. That was all the encouragement Dave needed. He started teasing her by tracing her lips through her panties. He wanted to methodically torture her to climax. His touch was feather light as he gently stroked her with his fingertips. He sat up and removed his hand for a minute; Kayla looked at him disheartened. He hooked his index fingers in each side of her panties and began rolling them down her legs bit by bit, his hands travelling their length, sending a shiver through Kayla's body. When he finally pulled them off her feet he began trailing soft kisses up her feet, to her calves, and thighs. As he rose higher, he could smell her scent, and drank it in. A soft layer of blonde curls peeked at him. He was tempted to have a taste of her, but refrained for the moment. He slipped his hands in the side of her shirt, and pulled it up as he ran his tongue up her stomach and nuzzled her breasts. He pulled her shirt over her head and bent down to kiss her briefly. He paused for a moment, gazing at her nude form, then placed another light kiss on her lips. "You are absolutely stunning." He placed a kiss on his index finger and placed it on her forehead, trailing it over her nose, lips, and down her throat before he paused it her chest. He lightly circled his finger over her breasts, teasingly running over her nipples, before he continued down her belly to her clit. He began a slow circular assault and was rewarded with an approving whimper from Kayla. He slid his finger farther down her slit, her juices lubricating his finger, as he gently stroked her opening once, twice, three times before dipping his finger inside of her. Kayla arched her hips to meet him, groaning her desire and drawing him in deeper, as Dave slowly began finger fucking her very tight opening. When she had stretched a bit to accommodate him, he added a second digit. He then returned to his assault on her clit, using his thumb in a circular motion to stimulate the nub. Kayla's head had begun thrashing back and forth, and he sped up his pace a bit as he encouraged her to cum. "Come on baby, just let go. You know you wanna," he urged her before taking her nipple in his mouth. That was all she needed to freefall over the edge. She threw her head back, and held his head to her breast, as she moaned his name. Kayla was sated as her arms slipped from Dave's head back onto the bed. She felt him move, but her eyes were still closed, so she was not prepared when a hot tongue slowly swiped across her most intimate area. She gasped from the shock and pleasure. She was still riding the wave from her orgasm as she felt his tongue slowly swirl over and tease her clit. "Oh my god! What are you doing to me?" she moaned. But, Dave didn't reply. Instead he smiled and began sucking on her clit, his two fingers slowly slipping back into her hole. The intrusion sent her over the edge again as she screamed out his name. Dave gave her a moment to rest as he lapped up her sweet juices. He slowly slid his fingers in again and bent them forward, now lightly stimulating her g-spot. Kayla was panting breathlessly, not sure how much of this wonderful agony she could withstand. "Dave, please," her voice hoarsely begged, but she was cut off as he began this time alternating his thumb and tongue. She began to moan his name and he flicked his fingertips against her g-spot as if he was gently playing a drum solo. Kayla screamed and flew over the edge again. Kayla was panting, unable to catch her breath, as she floated on a cloud of ecstasy. Dave shimmied up her body, kissed her gently, and whispered, "I'm going to take a shower." She didn't even nod or open her eyes as he bounded off the bed. Her body was spent and she had a long day ahead of her, yet she didn't care. She was riding a wave of total happiness at the present moment. She had cum three times with him this morning. She had let him go down on her, something no other man had ever done, and she absolutely loved the feelings he had gushing through her body. She licked her lips and smiled, briefly tasting herself from where he had kissed her. She finally opened her eyes, and saw the sun poking through her window. It was a beautiful day. She slowly raised her arms above her head to stretch as Dave walked back into her bedroom, clad only in a towel. She smiled approvingly and slowly got up to take her shower. She paused at the bathroom door before turning to him and saying, "Not that I'm complaining, but I thought you said 'Scout's honor' last night." "Yea I did, but I was never a boy scout," he replied with a smirk. She laughed and shook her head as she walked into the bathroom. 888888888888888888888888888888 All throughout the day, Kayla kept catching herself staring at him. They normally flirted back and forth throughout the day, but she was downright ogling him. She smiled as she remembered how his tongue felt on her body and how his fingers felt inside of her, and she shuddered, hoping that she wasn't blushing in front of everyone. She knew that her body craved him, and although she had never been in love before, and didn't know what it felt like, she was pretty sure she was in love with him. If she wasn't already, she was definitely falling for him. They passed their exercises with flying colors; no doubt her multiple orgasms helped to relax her. He walked her to her car as he did every day. They had agreed to drive separately, so as to not arise any suspicions, but anyone who looked at them could tell they were smitten with each other. He kissed her quickly and told her, "I'm gonna pick you up at 7:00, so you have some time to nap. Oh, and pack a bag, we're saying at my place tonight." Dave winked, then turned and walked away, leaving Kayla to enjoy the view as strode towards his car. Dave had been planning this night for weeks. He wanted her birthday to be special, a night with him that she'd always remember, regardless of if they had sex or not. They drove down to Seaside. Thanks to Global Warming, it was still remarkably warm for a November evening in Jersey, so he was going to put it to good use. He took her to a really great seafood restaurant that overlooked the water, and then afterwards for a hand held walk on the beach under the moonlight. They casually strolled and chatted, walking off their meal, as the moon reflected off the water, lighting up the night. The wind created a gently breeze that brought forth the scent of the sea air. They left the beach shortly before 11pm, so they could make it home for midnight, in time for her birthday and Dave's plans. Kayla fell asleep somewhere on the parkway until they pulled into his development and he killed the engine. He brought her hand to his lips and placed light kisses across her knuckles before he got out of the car. He walked over to the passenger side and let her out, leading her to his front door by her hand. After flicking on the lights, Dave kissed her quickly before instructing her to stay there for a moment and walking to his bedroom. She stood there wondering what he was doing until he called her to come in a couple minutes later. Kayla was taken aback when she walked into the room, aglow with candles galore. He had spread red and white rose petals on the bed in the shape of a heart. She placed her hands over her mouth, and glanced around the room, until her eyes questioningly focused on him. Dave walked up to her, put his hands at her waist and said, "I wanted to be the first person to wish you Happy Birthday!" Her eyes opened wide and she lowered her hands. "You remembered?" "Of course!" He bent down and placed a light kiss on her lips. "Come open your presents," he said as he grasped her hand and excitedly pulled her to the edge of the bed. There were two small boxes wrapped in red paper and white ribbon on the corner of the bed. He placed the top one in her hands, which were now trembling. She stared at the box a moment, still mesmerized by the moment. "Go ahead, open it," he encouraged her. Kayla smiled at him and tore into the paper. She opened the white box to find a gold heart locket on a chain. "Dave, this is beautiful, but you really shouldn't have." "Shush, it's your birthday. I wanted to get you something special." He helped her fasten the necklace around her neck and looked at it approvingly. "Here open the other one." She unwrapped the second box and opened it to find a silver key. She looked up at him quizzically. "The heart is because you have my heart. The key is to my apartment, but also because you unlocked my heart. I have never said this to any other woman before, but…Kayla, I love you." Kayla closed her eyes to keep the tears from spilling out. She then threw her arms around his neck, never wanting to let him go. She was overwhelmed, not only by the thought that he had put into the evening, but by his words, and her own emotions. She realized at that moment that she did indeed love him-it had to be love. Nothing else could describe how happy and safe he made her feel. She pulled back in his arms and began kissing him with a newfound urgency. She pulled him down onto the bed with her, clutching to him, until she was breathless and finally forced to break their kiss. Their eyes met and she told him, "I love you too, and I want you to make love to me," then she began kissing him again. This time he broke the kiss and stroked her cheek with his palm, as he stared into her eyes. "Are you sure? I didn't do this so you'd sleep with me. If you're not ready yet--" she silenced him by placing a finger to his lips. "I'm positive. I need you. I want to forget all about my past and I want to feel you-in me," she told him before pulling him back down to her eager mouth. Dave broke the kiss and stood up to undress himself. Kayla leaned on one elbow and watched him as he stripped down to his boxers. He met her eyes with his and they smiled at one another before he hooked his fingers in the sides of his boxers and painstakingly peeled them down his body. His cock sprang free as he passed over the head and Kayla gulped, unaware that he was actually as big as he was. He was longer than average, but very thick as well. As she unconsciously licked her lips, she wondered how he was going to fit into her. He crawled onto the bed and knelt next to her. She reached her free hand up and ran it down his abs, until her fingertips brushed over his head. It was soft and smooth and seemed to grow larger as she ran her fingers down his length. He placed his hand over hers and closed it over his cock, gently stroking it up and down. Her fingers couldn't close around him. She swallowed hard and he saw the trepidation in her eyes. He stopped his hand and said "What's wrong? I told you we don't have to do this." "No I want to," she replied. "I'm just trying to figure out how that's going to fit into me. I didn't think it was going to be that big." Dave laughed. "It's okay babe. I won't hurt you. If at any time you change your mind, just tell me, okay?" She looked up at him and nodded. "Come here," he said as he reached out for her. He helped pull her up and into his arms, his cock brushing against her belly. Kayla felt an electricity jolt through her body as she felt his hardness. She blushed with anticipation. Dave slowly began undressing her, stripping her of her blouse and bra first. He laid her back down on the bed as he pulled her skirt and then panties down her legs, before disposing of them to the floor. He covered her, using his elbows to prop himself up, his cock brushing against her mound. Her breath hitched with anticipation as he began trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts. He stimulated her nipples and clit before slowly entering her again with his fingers, a bit more forcefully than the previous night. She was already very wet, but he wanted to bring her off once before entering her, so she was a bit more relaxed. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, and he quickened his pace with his fingers as he bent down and suckled her nipple. The added sensation sent her over the edge as she moaned his name in release. Hands on Training Ch. 04 Dave kissed her hard as he withdrew his fingers from her. "Babe, open your eyes and look at me." She did and he asked again, "Are you sure you're ready?" She lazily nodded her head at him and smiled. Dave sat up and positioned himself between her legs. Some precum had escaped the tip, and he rubbed it over the head for a bit more lubrication. He slowly guided his cock towards her until he met her wet folds. He paused for a minute and took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure as his cock throbbed in his hand. He pushed forward and felt her give, stretching to accommodate his head. He stopped and gave her a moment to get accustomed to his size before he pushed forward again. Kayla lifted her hips to try and draw him in deeper. She bit her bottom lip. He was killing her with this sweet torture. Still, he was determined not to hurt her and slowly eased in inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. He stilled for a moment, her muscles contracting around him, afraid if he didn't calm himself down, he was going to cum before she did. Kayla had wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him, trying to draw him into her as deep was possible. She bit down on his shoulder, and Dave almost lost all focus. He pulled back and filled her again in one slow stroke, again and again. Kayla was lost in this new sensation, and after five or six pumps, she came hard around him, digging her nails into his back, and crying out his name. Her muscles gripped his cock like a vice, and shortly afterwards, he followed suit, emptying himself deep inside of her. Dave collapsed on her, both of them breathing hard. After a minute or two, he rolled to her side, and pulled her against his length, kissing her forehead. She spoke first, "Thank you. Not only for this, which was wonderful by the way, but for everything over the past few months. I love you," she told him, as she placed her hand on his cheek. "I love you too, and you're quite welcome," he told her, covering her hand with his. He laced his fingers with hers, and placed her hand over his heart, before they both drifted off to sleep. EPILOGUE: Kayla didn't have any nightmares that night, or any of the nights that followed for that matter. She was finally able to free herself from her demons and past, and move on with her life. They both graduated the academy three weeks later. They began spending every night together, making love, and when Kayla's lease came up for renewal in January, she gave her notice and moved into Dave's apartment. In June, on the anniversary of the day the academy began the year before, Dave proposed to Kayla and she happily accepted. They are currently planning a small ceremony on the beach.