3 comments/ 10385 views/ 13 favorites Love on the Overnights By: Humpdee84 Stew had been a cop at the college for about 15 years. Being a Police Officer at a college presented plenty of challenges, not just the ones his brothers and sisters in the city police faced, but others, not the least of which was the frustration of having to explain his job over and over again and even to the college administration who would interfere with his duties as a law enforcement officer almost on a daily basis. He was there as much for public relations as anything else, he got that, but when it was time to be a cop, he HAD to be a cop, not a security guard, not a good will ambassador, not simply a body to make those in the Justice Department's Clery Act section happy. He HAD to be a cop now and then. It made the job, occasionally frustrating as holy hell. Only those who worked at a college could understand that. He worked the overnight shift and couldn't be happier about it. Sherry had been with the city police for about 11 years. She had answered a few calls with the college guys and had a decent rapport with them, but didn't really know any of them. She was often assigned to the other end of the city so her interaction with the college cops, or "campus guys" as they were often referred to was scant. However, she understood from most of the guys, they were as decent a bunch as you could meet. She was stuck on the overnight shift after a few years on evenings and desperately wanted days. In spite of her 11 years, she was still, just junior enough to not be able to achieve her goal. She HATED nights. One late night, around 4 a.m., Stew was on routine patrol. His route took him close to the 'projects' and he simply rode around checking the area, focusing on his OWN property, but being very wary of the other side of the street. Since it was a medium sized city, not a big metropolis, he knew that the 'projects' he bordered were nothing like those in the BIG cities, but they still presented a challenge and crime did happen, occasionally spilling into the campus (something the school administration just didn't seem to understand or want to) and causing problems for everyone. Stew saw something odd next to one of the academic buildings and got out of the car to investigate. As he approached, he immediately recognized it as a human being, slumped against the wall. He got on the radio and called in that he had a man down next to Lorenz Hall and he'd advise if he needed medical help. Within seconds, the other officer on duty, Jim, was on scene. Stew looked at Jim and said simply, "Nope, dead." It was on the city sidewalk so naturally; the city cops had to be called. "Just as well," said Jim who had almost 10 more years on the job than Stew. They have more resources than we do." Within seconds, no less than five city cruisers were on scene. The usual routine happened in that the area was taped off, notifications were made, suspects were searched for (even though not a soul came forward to say who MAY have done it) and evidence was looked for. Stew just stood off to the side ready to lend a hand if needed. Jim, having to respond to one of the normal bullshit calls that these cops got, had cleared the area. Sherry was unrolling crime scene tape and telling the local neighbors, who had been nowhere to be seen until the uproar, to stay back and please just go home. The city detectives came by and interviewed Stew. Then, his own detective had dropped by and interviewed Stew. Stew just wanted to sit down and have a drink. Sadly, coffee was the best he could do at this point. Sherry walked over after taping off the area and, having seen Stew from time to time and even interacted with him, though superficially, said, "So, how are you doing?" She was the first to actually ask. No one else wanted to know anything other than the facts. Stew looked up and said, "You know, it's not something that is really bothering me as much as I thought it might. He's not my relative and chances are he's somehow connected to the gang activity in the area, so why should I care? I'm not THAT bothered. Yet..." he stopped. "I am bothered a bit. More than I feel I should be. What the fuck?" He leaned on the unmarked car he had been standing by and just looked at the ground. Sherry, all of 33 and not nearly as salty as she liked to think, simply said, "There, there. There, there." And patted his arm. She had read "Catch-22" and had seen that line in the book. She felt it was the thing to say under stressful situations. Stew looked up and started to chuckle. "Did you see 'Catch-22?" he asked. She replied, "Yeah, but I read the book first." Both started to laugh, which some of the local inhabitants felt VERY inappropriate. The next day, after all was said and done, Stew returned to work, ready for whatever came his way. Jim was there and asked, "Don't you want a day off? These people (referring to the college admin) would give you an extra day if your gerbil died. Take advantage of them." Nah, Stew was fine. He just wanted back. He got into the cruiser and slid out of the parking lot and began his tour of duty like nothing had happened. After an hour, he pulled into a parking lot and began to do his crossword puzzles. Driving in circles for eight full hours was enough to drive anyone crazy so now and then, you gotta park and do SOMETHING else. Within a few minutes, a city cruiser pulled up alongside. It was Sherry. "Hey, what's up?" she asked. "Remember me from last night?" "Well, considering you were the ONLY one who seemed to give a crap about how I was handling my first murder and were the ONLY one who was so damned adora..." Stew caught himself. He sat silently for about 4 seconds (which seemed like a MONTH to him) and then said, "I'm not a sexist pig. Please don't make a complaint." Sherry laughed. "Hell, I'm flattered that with all that was going on, you noticed I'm adorable!" She had broken any and all tension that may have existed. Both laughed at that and simply began to talk, person to person, not entirely cop to cop. Sherry found Stew to be easy to talk to. Stew felt the same way. They talked about EVERYTHING in the hour they sat together before Stew got a call to a suspicious person in the freshman dining hall. When he got there, he and Jim checked the area and found the suspicious person, a homeless man who had found an unlocked door from the outside and figured he'd just grab a bite to eat. They chastised him, cursed him out, threatened him with arrest, made him a sandwich and sent him on his way. After he was gone, Stew stopped and said, "Jim, I was talking to Sherry earlier. She's awesome." Jim looked puzzled and asked, "Ok, who the hell is Sherry?" Stew explained everything and at the end added, "A guy could fall madly in love with her. I just might." Jim, a guy who had been married for fourteen years simply groaned and cleared the call. The next night was Stew's night off. He sat in his apartment, watched TV, had a few beers, called a few friends and did nothing but think of Sherry. He eventually began to fantasize about her which led to one of the most intense jack off sessions he had ever experienced. As he recovered, trying like hell to catch his breath, he stammered to no one but himself, "Nah, it'll never happen. Out of my league..." He fell asleep. When his days off were over, Stew was back on patrol handling the usual bullshit. A lock out here, a drunken student there, an alarm and a contract security guard who was unhappy with his supervisor and believed the police should intervene. Stew would handle the call and then just start thinking about Sherry. He parked the car in one of the lots near Folger Avenue, one of the main east/west streets in the city and began to do his crosswords. It was coming close to 3 a.m. and he just couldn't drive around anymore. After about 20 minutes of sitting there, he began to get very heavy eyelids, which was very common for anyone working the overnight shift. He started to drift off when headlights shone on him causing him to bolt upright. It was a cruiser, a city cruiser. Sherry pulled up alongside. "Oh, wow, did I wake you?" Sherry asked. "I'm so sorry. I can leave." Stew almost yelled, "NO! NO! It's fine. Please, stay. I'm not dozing, I'm just......." Sherry laughed like hell at that one. "Mankind is NOT nocturnal. If you dozed off, it's because you're human. If you woke up, it's because I interrupted you." Stew shook his head. "Sherry, you can interrupt me anytime, anywhere." He felt confident saying this. He felt a bond developing. They began to chat, again, like the time before, about almost everything. Sherry admitted to never wanting to be a cop, but just sort of falling into it and never regretting it. Stew admitting to always wanting to be a cop and somewhat ALWAYS regretting it. They laughed at that and at the war stories each had. Sherry for the first time saw just how much their jobs were similar. It being a quiet night, they got to sit side by side, cruisers facing opposite directions for almost 2 hours, chatting away like there was nothing else in the world but them. Then Sherry got a call of a drunken street bum screaming at the top of his lungs in an alley and off she went. Two nights later, it must have been Sherry's nights off because Stew didn't see her at all. He felt a bit of disappointment. He began to wish he had simply checked with her as to her schedule so he could plan ahead, for what he wasn't sure. The nights went well, Jim was on nights off and Stew worked with Eddie, one of the department's true veterans. He had been there almost thirty years and had an "I don't give a crap" attitude, and yet, when the bell rang, he was often one of the first to show up and do what he had to do. Stew talked about Sherry, but with Eddie, he kept his feelings somewhat hid. He had no idea how Eddie would react. Kid him, be sympathetic, tell him to knock it off and just have fun playing the field? Who knew, but Eddie was a decent guy and sensed where Stew was going with this. "I've been married to the same woman for almost 30 years. Sometimes I cannot stand that bitch, and other times, she the greatest treasure in my world. If it's right, you'll know. It's a real old belief, but it's true," he advised. When Sherry did come back, she found Stew parked just off of Beach Street. As she pulled up she noticed Stew just sitting staring blankly ahead. "What's up, Dude?" she asked. Stew looked over with this huge shit eating grin on his face but this time it wasn't because of Sherry. "I just got such a rush. I'm still flabbergasted," he blurted out, almost sounding like a kid in the midst of puberty. "I found a car parked way in a corner near the gym. I pulled up to check on it and found a couple, buck naked, going at it like there was no tomorrow." "Wow, was the guy cute? I mean, I HAVE to know," asked Sherry, her interest piqued. "That's the best part," continued Stew, "It was two WOMEN! One of them used to work here. She was a secretary for one of the professors. Nice looking little number. I never knew her body was THAT nice." Sherry was impressed. "Two women, eh? That's kind of cool. Were they BOTH good looking?" "The other one wasn't BAD, but not stunning. Both in their forties. What's," he paused then continued, "Oh, and nothing was COOL about it, it was freakin' HOT! Anyway, in being a gentleman, I lowered my flashlight so as to not shine it in their eyes and maybe embarrass them, but being a man, and a bit of a perv, I did have it in just such a way that I could still clearly see them. As I talked to them, they both kept playing with each other. I was in SHOCK!" Stew was still giddy. "I have the impression my catching them was a turn on for them as much as me." "So what did you do?" inquired Sherry. "Did you threaten to lock them up?" "Hell no, I just advised them to find a better spot next time...Sherry, that's one of my favorite nap spots, I mean, I'd love for them to come back, but....." he paused, "But I just said, 'Sorry to interrupt and carry on.' And I left." He stopped dead when what she said truly hit him, "You think it was cool?" he was exploring why she would have said that. "Yeah, it IS cool." "You like girls, maybe" Stew asked in a playful way, but really becoming very interested. "I'll put it this way, I've had some fantasies, but I don't think I'd ever act on one. I don't think I would." She paused and looked close at him, adding, "You look like the blood just drained from your face." Stew replied, "It did...the blood was needed elsewhere." She laughed at that, but Stew was beginning to sweat. With that, Sherry had to respond to a fight in progress at one of the local watering holes and at the same time, Stew got an alarm. "Well, at least it's not where I have to talk to someone," he thought, I'm not sure I'll be able to stand upright for a month. The next night, they met again. Sherry made a point of telling Stew she had changed sectors with one of the other guys just to be near the college. Stew was more than impressed and flattered. They spent all of twenty minutes chatting before Stew got a call of an undergrad being locked out of her room. When he asked why the RA (Resident Assistant) couldn't handle it, he simply got, "She's not answering her phone." Stew sighed and went off, hoping that the undergrad was just in a towel which at least would make the call more fun than annoying. The very next night, Stew sat hoping Sherry would stop by. When she did, he suggested she jump in his car instead of the side by side deal. It was raining profusely and why in hell should anyone get wet? Sherry could not have agreed more. When she got in with Stew, she was soaked. That brief moment outside was just enough to get her totally drenched from the rain. Stew could not help but notice how her uniform clung to her body. "You don't wear a vest, eh?" He asked. "No, I'm way too much of an optimist to go that route. Sure, it's probably stupid, but, eh...." She replied. Stew confessed that he didn't wear one either. He had gained a few pounds and the shirts didn't fit over the vest and in his belief, whatever will be, will be. They both laughed at the fatalism they both shared. As they sat and talked, Stew began to get a feeling inside of him that he just could not deny. He was really attracted to Sherry and he was beginning to get a hard on as he talked to her. He wasn't sure what to do about it. Was she attracted to HIM? He THOUGHT so, but... Stew could not take it anymore. He decided to take a HUGE chance and simply go with it. He cut Sherry off as she spoke about God knows what and asked, "Can I kiss you?" Sherry was cut off in mid sentence and taken aback. "What?" She asked, almost (ALMOST) giggling. "Can I kiss you?" asked Stew, again, this time far more serious in his delivery. Sherry was stunned. She sat there for a few seconds in total silence. Stew began to fear the worst. "OK" was Sherry's response after a few minutes; or hours or MONTHS. Stew sat for a few seconds in stunned silence, and then he leaned forward. Sherry leaned forward too, and before either of them knew it, their lips were locked. Then their lips parted and their tongues began to explore each other's mouth. They embraced as they kissed, at one point their name plates clinking against their badges. It was intense as they made out in Stew's cruiser. Then the radio crackled. "Base to Unit 221." Sherry nearly shit herself. "That's me. Hold on." She responded to the dispatcher and was given a call of a burglar alarm in the nearby village business district. She excused herself, went to her own vehicle and off she went................ Stew was left with nothing but BLUE balls. He could not help but feel the irony in that phrase. A few nights went by before Stew saw Sherry again. They had both been using sick/vacation days and both had various obligations to attend to. Stew had never dwelt on anyone the way he was dwelling on Sherry. He wondered if she was dwelling on him even half as much. It didn't take long to get the answer. He was sitting on campus near the main boulevard when Sherry pulled in alongside. "Hey, what's up sweetcheeks?" She asked. "Nothing interesting. I've lead a very dull life since kissing the finest lady cop on the face of the Earth!" He answered with just a bit of boasting. "Did you kiss Officer Sandy May?" asked Sherry playfully, but with just enough indignation that Stew was caught off guard. "Ah, NO, I meant YOU," stammered Stew. "You honestly thought I mean anyone else?" He asked in a rather sheepish mode. Sherry laughed like hell. "NO, you idiot, I'm just screwing with you! They both laughed at that. They both got out of their cars, met between and embraced. The kissing was light and friendly but within seconds, the passion got the better of them and their tongues were doing the tango in each other's mouths. Then the radio called. Stew had to back up Jim on a fight at the dining hall where the late night studiers were beginning to get on each others' nerves. The sergeant was responding from the station. They couldn't catch a break. A few days later they met in court. Stew wasn't in court very often since most of the student incidents were handled internally by the college though, contrary to popular belief, students did get locked up by the campus guys a fair amount of the time. "What are you doing here?" Stew asked, delighted at seeing Sherry. "Domestic Assault and Battery. I hit my boyfriend with a shovel and my trial is today. I showed up in uniform to try and impress the judge." Kidded Sherry. "YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?!?!?" exclaimed Stew, completely shocked. "THAT is what you took from what I said?" exclaimed Sherry, also completely shocked. "Man I'm screwing with you. You are SO gullible." She laughed her ass off at that one to the point where a court officer had to ask her to keep the noise down. It was then and there that Stew said, "Ok, I want your number and I want us to go on an actual date." Sherry agreed. It did seem like the appropriate thing to do. She was off tonight, but Stew worked and when Stew was off next, Sherry worked a double shift. Both felt that the need for a date was very much in order but for the time being, taking advantage of the time together on shift was at least SOMETHING, even if both knew it wasn't what they SHOULD be doing. The next time they met was mid week. Nothing was going at the college and in fact, it was Spring Break. It was one of the happier times at the college for the college police, a paid stay-cation so to speak. Sherry came by and before they got to chatting, Stew suggested going into one of the many empty buildings to be more comfortable. He also had in the back of his mind that they could fool around a bit more privately then standing next to or sitting in the cars. Neither car was designed for make out sessions by the way. Sherry liked the idea and off they went to Lyman Gymnasium. "A Gym?" asked Sherry. "No lounge with a couch or something?" Stew assured her that there was a great place to sit in the gym and off they went. When they got inside, there was no hesitation. They immediately grabbed one and other and began to kiss like it was their last day on Earth together. The kissing lead to hands moving about each other's body, squeezing, fondling, rubbing. Sherry breathlessly ordered Stew to take off her clothes, which he began to do in earnest. She had to take her own duty belt off though, that was an issue. Both stripped off the belts, making sure they laid them carefully on a table even though neither was foolish enough to believe their guns would go off by themselves. Sherry did make a comment about Stew's 'gun' going off too soon. Stew assured her he had never had that problem. Once naked, they embraced again feeling the coolness of their flesh touching as they held each other tightly. Stew had to stand slight turned at the waist due to his throbbing erection, which Sherry complimented him on. Love on the Overnights Ch. 02 For three and a half months Stew and Sherry were an item. They'd managed a date here and there and were really hitting it off. The 'occasional' rendezvous at work was happening as well but whereas the first couple of times no one had cared, first several times actually. As long as Stew answered his calls and didn't sneak off TOO often, everyone was cool with it. One night however he and Jim were sitting, side by side when Jim started talking about Sherry. "You two getting pretty serious, huh?" he began. "I think so. She's great and seems to like me well enough." "Stew, I have to be honest, you have to tone it down at work. I know it's easier for you guys, what with the conflicting schedules, but, even the sarge is starting to notice. He's a terrific guy with a 'fight the power' attitude and even he's had a bit of fun on shift. Hell, me, too, but with me it was my wife who wanted to fulfill a fantasy, but that's neither here nor there." "Are you saying we should quit screwing around?" Jim hesitated. "No, not entirely, though it wouldn't be a bad idea, but I mean, it seems like you guys are parked somewhere, out of your cruisers for an hour or so almost twice a week. Other people DO notice things and we can't keep covering for you." Stew sat listening intently. His mind began to search for any and all times they bumped into someone whether it was going into, coming out of or once, just as they were starting to make out inside a building. Some fast talking got them around that one. Inside, he was almost in a panic, but Jim, seeing his face beginning to blanch tried to reassure him, while still issuing a warning. "Stew, you've covered yourself pretty well so far, so has Sherry. You've picked decent nights, well not EVERY night..." Stew knew exactly what he was talking about. One night he and Sherry were in the Fine Arts building when a student was robbed on the other side of campus. He and Sherry were just stripping down in the 4th floor student lounge when Jim called off he saw the suspect hiding in some bushes. Stew had already starting re-dressing, but now had to rush to get dressed which also entailed putting on his duty belt which in itself could be a chore. Sherry, knowing that the city cops might be called if this guy ran, threw on her clothes just as quickly. Suddenly Jim hollered into the radio that he was in a foot chase. Stew began to panic as he fumbled with his keepers to hold the belt on and slipping into his shoes as he ran, headed out the door. Sherry, not wanting to be caught in building without someone from the college, finished buttoning her shirt and ran after him, making sure the door shut tight behind them. Luckily Stew had dressed in record time and made it over to where Jim had last seen the suspect. They did a quick search and found the guy hiding under a car. Jim hadn't been too happy that night and had to cover for Stew who managed to make it to the call AFTER Sergeant Jack O'Meara who was coming from the station and had been caught in mid-defecation. Jim was not pleased with Stew that night. But since it all worked out alright in the end, Jim got over it, but NEVER forgot it. "All I'm saying is, why not cut way back on doing it at work, or maybe cut it out all together for a while, finished Jim. "Lecture over. You've been here a long time now, you know the score and I have faith you'll do the right thing." Jim drove off after asking Stew if he wanted a coffee. Stew politely declined and just sat for a few minutes, embarrassed at having been spoken to and about HAVING to be spoken to. He just sat for a bit still thinking before cruising around a bit on his side of the campus. His cell phone rang so he pulled over and answered. Of course it was Sherry. "Hello sexpot. You up for a romp tonight?" "Sherry, let's talk. Can I meet you, OFF campus somewhere?" asked Stew. "Is...is something wrong, Stew?" she asked, a bit of concern was evident in her voice. When anyone ever said, 'can we talk' or things to that effect, it often wasn't good. "Yeah, you know the market on State Street, Johnson's Meat?" She chuckled. Every time she said that store name, she chuckled. Stew said he did and off he went to meet her. It was only about a quarter mile off campus so he could get back quick if he had to. They parked alongside each other in the usual manner and Stew said, "Sherry, we can't do this anymore." Sherry was taken aback. "You're breaking UP WITH ME? WHY? WHAT'S GOING ON?" "NO, HOLY SHIT, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!" Stew realized exactly what he had just said and tried to catch Sherry before...too late. She was in tirade mode and it was all he could to calm her. "WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU? YOU MESSING WITH MY FEELINGS? WHAT KIND OF AN ASSHOLE ARE YOU?" "Sherry, Sherry, listen, LISTEN, to me. I'm NOT saying anything like breaking up or splitting up or even taking a break from each other, holy shit, please, just calm down and actually listen to every word. I mean, I may say something STUPID again, so please, take the totality of what I say into account, not just random stupidities." Sherry did calm down. She hadn't begun to cry yet, that was a plus. Stew hadn't seen this side of Sherry and it really kind of scared the crap out of him. "Are you calm now?" "Yes. Ok, what then? What do you want to say we have to stop?" "Screwing around on shift. Jim and I had a little talk and he's right. It's a bit risky for us getting caught but more important, it's risky for the guys I work with. Do you recall the foot chase? Didn't I say that night we should knock this off after all was said and done?" "Yeah, then we banged in four other buildings after that." "Yeah, yeah, it's not a good idea. We really have to quit. I do NOT want to quit what we have overall though. To be honest Sherry," he hesitated, cleared his throat and... "Car 231 come in please," chirped the dispatcher on Stew's radio. "Hold on, Sherry." Then to the microphone, "Go ahead, 231 answering." "Suspicious person outside Franklin Hall. Caller states that he's been out there for almost an hour just pacing and smoking. The caller is more concerned about the smoking, believe it or not?" replied the dispatcher. "Car 232 could you also head that way?" Jim replied he would and Stew also acknowledged the call. "Gotta go. LOVE YOU!" and he drove off. Sherry sat in stunned silence for a few minutes. "Did he just say, 'LOVE YOU'?" she wondered aloud to herself. "Is that what he was about to say. Do I love HIM? Gee, I just might. Hell, I'm sure I do. I'm going to go tell him right now." Not knowing the campus all that well, it took her almost 15 minutes to find Franklin Hall which she found frustrating since, "It's obviously the one with two COP CARS parked out front," she muttered to herself." As she approached, a cruiser came flying up, blue lights and siren going and passed her. She threw on the lights of her own car and followed. She had no idea what was happening. Though the college cops monitored and could jump onto the city radio frequency, but the chief of her department wouldn't authorize radios to monitor the college PD in town because as he put it, "We're too busy with our own stuff to bother listening to their bullshit." There was still a bit of the old archaic 'real cop' v. 'rent-a-cop' mentality in the city police even though the college had had its own POLICE for almost 50 years. As she sped towards their final destination she saw that the three cops were struggling with a guy. He was not small guy, but not that big either. But her experience told her that, even a small, skinny guy can fight like a maniac if he or SHE doesn't want to be arrested. Way too many cops had been hurt by the smaller people because the cops didn't feel there would be much of a fight. It was a lesson she had learned early on. She ran over and jumped in. It took all four of the cops to get this guy cuffed and under control. As he lay on his stomach, the suspect began to scream, "YOU BROKE MY ARMS! HEY, THEY BROKE MY ARMS. POLICE BRUTALITY!" Sgt. O'Meara said, "Get that asshole out of here, NOW!" and Sherry and Jim dragged the guy over to Jim's cruiser and put him in the back, the whole time he kept yelling, "BASTARDS! YOU TRIED TO KILL ME. GET ME TO A HOSPITAL, YOU BROKE MY FUCKING ARMS!" Suddenly Sherry realized Stew was still on the ground and Sgt. O'Meara was kneeling over him. She looked at Jim who essentially just nodded for her to go over, which she did. When she got there, Stew was just trying to get up but she could see he was in agony. "What happened? How bad is it?" She was beginning to stress out. Stew managed a small chuckle, though he winced through it, "I think that guy broke my ribs, maybe one, maybe I'm dying, I don't know." The sergeant called for an ambulance even though Stew said, "I can drive myself there." "Yeah, ok hero. You try and I'll have you suspended." Came the reply. Sherry at this point realized she hadn't even called off. "Car 221, I'm off with the college guys at their Franklin Hall. I just assisted with an arrest, just FYI." Her sergeant wanted a phone call, asked her the usual questions and told her to write a report. She wanted to go with Stew to the hospital, but everyone told her, "No, you'll just be a pain in the ass. Do what you gotta do at your own station. We'll let you know." Jim started to give Sherry a quick rundown on what had happened but O'Meara made it clear that the guy had to be put somewhere fast. He told Sherry that she would get a copy of Jim's report so she could put the pertinent information into hers. Then, once the ambulance had taken Stew off, Jim and O'Meara sped off with the suspect, who was still screaming in the back of the car. Sherry was on pins and needles. As she tried to write her report, the guy Jim and Stew had arrested was being booked downstairs. She went down and found Jim standing in the booking area. She waited until he wasn't in the middle of something and pulled him out. "So, what the hell happened?" she asked. In the meantime, the guy was still screaming, but now, without an audience (other than the cops) he was no longer yelling POLICE BRUTALITY! He just complained of his civil rights being violated and his arms being broken. An ambulance was summonsed and the EMTs did a quick check and said, "These arms are NOT broken, but we can take him to get x-rays." The cops all agreed, it would be best and off the guy went, with Jim in tow...he was the arresting officer, the guy was his responsibility. Sherry was now left with no information. Tough to write a report when you don't know the story. She checked with her own sergeant and he agreed she should go to the hospital to get whatever she needed. When she got there, Jim was waiting just outside the x-ray lab praying this asshat wouldn't try anything stupid. He saw Sherry and they hugged. "Shit Jim, what the hell happened?" "We pull up and see the guy pacing and smoking like a chimney. We get out and Stew calls out to him. He stops for a second, then starts pacing again. All we want to do is talk to the guy, you know, the usual, 'what's going on?', 'who are you?', 'why are you here?' The usual. He starts yelling about his rights and we are fascists and have no right to question him and blah blah blah. Then, out of nowhere he runs full tilt at Stew and tackles him. While he's doing this, he starts yanking on Stew's gun. I jump in. Thank God we were both there. As we're fighting, I yell into the radio, SOMETHING, I'm not even sure, but it was apparently enough for the sarge to scream up there and YOU, thank YOU!" "I was just looking to get a clarification from Stew on something he said. I'm glad it work...STEW! I've GOT to check on Stew!" and she walked very quickly to the emergency room where she found a nurse and quizzed her about the cop who was brought in. "Oh, he's down in x-ray." Came the reply. On her way back she bumped into Sgt. O'Meara who had come to take Stew's gun belt. "Calm down, hun," he said reassuringly, "he's going to be fine." She acknowledged him, thanked him and scampered off. Sherry buzzed BACK to see Jim sitting with the prisoner who was shackled and surprisingly calm. "Doctor said he's probably NOT got a broken arm." Sneered Jim. The guy just said there mumbling about lawyers and law suits. "Stew is down here." Said Sherry. "He IS? I guess that would make sense." Said Jim. Motioning towards the suspect, "He tell you anything about why he attacked you guys?" "He's pleading the fifth. A GRADUATE student. Can you believe it? But not law, though he seems to think he's Johnny Cochran." Once the suspect had been cleared of ANY injuries, Jim requested the city send a wagon to transport the guy, whose name turned out to be Langston Millbury, the THIRD, back for holding. Jim would then write his full report and Sherry could pick it up a copy at the college PD and not only get the needed information but drop it off to the city's front desk so they'd have a copy of why Langston Millbury 3 was sitting in their cell. Sherry hung around until Stew came out of the x-ray department. She met him as he sheepishly walked back to the E/R. "Shouldn't you be in a wheel chair?" she asked. "Screw that. I'm too macho for that," he replied as he winced and tried to hold back a tear or two. The doctors finished checking him, told him that he did indeed have a cracked rib, but it was hairline and there was nothing they could do for him other than strongly advise rest and pain meds. "No, we're not giving you morphine." The staff was very stern on this matter. It had been a very horribly interesting night and the shift was over. Stew had gone back to the station to fill out some paperwork even though O'Meara made it clear he could swing by Stew's and drop it off. He also gave all pertinent information to Jim to add into the report, then he went straight home, declining a ride from the campus shuttle van. "Too far off campus and I need my car anyway," he whimpered. Sherry had finished up all her work and had made a half assed attempt to get back on patrol, piecing together everything that had happened. "Ok, she thought, No more screwing around on duty. Stew's recovering from cracked ribs. Everyone knows about us. Stew LOVES me. STEW LOVES ME!" In spite of everything, she began to beam. That was it. She couldn't do a damn thing for the last hour of the shift but sit and beam like a 4 year old with a new toy. When she got off duty, she rushed over to Stew's apartment. She buzzed his door bell and it took, what seemed like forever for him to answer. "Yeah, who is it?" "Sherry. Do you need anything?" "NO, c'mon up." And he buzzed her in. When she got there she asked why it had taken so long for him to answer the door. "I'm in a bit of pain and movement is NOT a joyful experience. Plus I had just sat down, in the bathroom. Also NOT a joyful experience. What do you want?" "What do I WANT? I'm here to help you in any way I can. I figure you'll need some help with stuff, food, pillow fluffing, whatever." She paused, "Did you say you love me last night?" "Did I? Ah, yeah, I guess I did," he replied trying to sit without screaming. She saw the look on his face and said, "Oh come on, it's just a hairline fracture, suck it up tough guy." "HAVE YOU EVER HAD A HAIRLINE FRACTURE TO YOUR RIB?" he wailed. "No, I..." "THEN SHUT UP!" and he nearly fainted and he closed one of his eyes so tight Sherry thought he looked like Popeye the Sailor and she had to stifle a giggle. Stew didn't appreciate that. "Better you have a key to my apartment so I don't have to get up every time you come over." Said Stew. She liked that idea. After about an hour of doting on him she said she would head home for a bit to get some rest and would be by later. Stew thanked her and they kissed good-bye. Off she went taking Stew's keys with her. Three days passed. Sherry would finish her shift and go straight to Stew's where she'd spend the day caring for him, spoiling him really. Stew was eating it up. He had the sexiest nurse on the planet taking care of him. On the fifth day, Stew had just knocked down three ibuprophens and was wincing less. He was feeling better and when Sherry showed up, he was naked and smiling, sitting in his recliner, the ONLY way he could get any sleep. Sherry sat and looked at him shaking her head. "Really? You feel up for sex?" Stew just sat with a big grin nodding. Sherry said, "No, you will not get me on that thing, potentially doing more harm." Noticing that he was semi-erect. "Ever take the law into your own hands? Ever rough up the suspect?" Stew hesitated. He had to think for a second and then light dawned on Marblehead and he said, "Oh, of course. Lately it's with pictures of you running naked through my brain." "Ok, you take care of yourself. If you can get through it without crying out in pain, maybe, JUST MAYBE, tomorrow I'll give you a blow job." She responded. Stew looked heartbroken but actually thought it wasn't a bad idea. Sort of a shake-down cruise. "Plus, to be honest," continued Sherry, "I've never watched a guy jack off in person. Seen porns, but never in person. I am curious...yellow." Stew looked confused. "It's an old famous porn mov...never mind. Please me by pleasing yourself." Stew did. He began slowly as his cock began to harden; his hand moving up and down. He could really only use one hand at a time because reaching with both meant bending too much and THAT meant pain. He swirled his finger around the head and used the little bit of pre-cum to lubricate his shaft. Sherry watched very closely, taking in each movement, examining his cock as he went. As the pace slowly quickened, she paid special attention to how Stew would slack off a bit on his grip now and then and just sort of let the fingers brush up and down. "How are you feeling right now?" she asked. "Not bad, a little pain, but...you know something, this might sound terrible, but I can kind of see why exhibitionists do this. I'm jacking off to a fully dressed woman and it's a bit of a turn on. It's so NAUGHTY!" "Just don't ever consider doing it in front of anyone else unless I'm there and have given my OK." "You would want to be there? Would it be a woman? You would be OK with that?" Stew's pace quickened. "I'd make sure she watched you closely, like I am. While she did, I'd rub her shoulders through her shirt. I'd trace my fingers up behind her ears and up and down her neck, whispering into her ear, 'He's mine. You can have him, but you have to go through me.'" Stew's pace now quickened to the point his hand was a blur. Suddenly, "AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" he shot his load straight up and it landed on his chest. At the same moment he groaned in pleasure, he yelped in pain. It was wonderfully excruciating. Sherry laughed and said, "Imagine if I was riding you? I'm glad we found out this way instead of the hard way." Stew reluctantly agreed. Sherry made him some breakfast and they watched TV together. Stew loved cop movies so they ended up watching some classics from the early to mid 1970s. Sherry had never seen some of them and was impressed. They watched for hours until Sherry began to get very drowsy. "Long night, babe. I should get going." Stew suggested she sleep in his bed. He wasn't about to try lying down so she could have the whole thing to herself rather than driving home. Since it was her night off, she liked the idea and due to her hospice care for her poor sick baby, she had left some clothes and a few things at Stews. They WERE getting serious. The next morning Sherry got up and made breakfast for both of them. Stew was healing. It was still a ways off before he'd be able to go back to work, but he was improving daily. After they ate, Stew said he wanted a shower. He NEEDED a shower. All this 'washing up' was better than nothing, at least he wasn't feeling like a street bum, but he needed to REALLY clean up. Sherry said she'd help him, but showering alone was the only sensible thing, though she'd wash his back from OUTSIDE the tub. Stew agreed. Love on the Overnights Ch. 02 Stew stripped down with Sherry's assistance. Sherry looked his cock over remembering yesterday. She had really enjoyed that. It was so intimate without actually having sex. She loved the look on his face when he came, even though the follow up face was one of agony, which she actually found funny. She wasn't about to tell him that though. Stew stepped into the tub and began to soap up where he could reach. Sherry, from outside the tub cleaned where he couldn't. She lathered up his legs starting at his ankles and moved up and down his calves and thighs. Stew's mind was whispering, "Go for the penis. Go for the Penis. Go for the..." Sherry had him turn and she washed his back, just like she promised. Stew was getting hard none-the-less. Sherry had him bend ever so slightly at the waist facing away from her and soaped up her hand, sliding in between his ass cheeks. Stew was rock hard. Then she slid her fingers down and began to lather up his scrotum. When she reached to soap up his dick, Stew became totally rigid. She slid her hand up and down, her other hand finishing his ass and scrotum. Stew could feel himself being lead down the road to Orgasmville when suddenly, Sherry stopped. She directed water to the soapy areas and rinsed him off. Looking up, she saw the look of sadness come over his face and said, "Do you recall how much pain you were in yesterday? And you were SITTING! Do you REALLY think it would be a good idea to get off while standing in tub? Would you rather go out on a permanent disability?" She was right. Stew simply accepted this. When he got out feeling much better, all things considered, she brought him over to his recliner. He was naked still, she hadn't tried to dress him. "I promised you a blow job." Stew began to grin and clap like an idiot. Sherry sat him down and knelt before him. She took his reemerging erection in her mouth sliding her tongue around the head while her lips pursed. She was not using her hands, just her mouth. She would loosen her lip grip now and then to go up, then down on him. He just sat there, mentally blocking the pain he knew he was feeling. Sherry removed her mouth from him and then began to partially encircle his shaft with her lips on the underside of the pole and she slid up and down, flitting her tongue as she went. Stew was just in awe of her prowess. She was amazing, simply amazing. Sherry then reached up and began to pump him remembering how he had done himself the day before. Light touches, firm grips, alternating as she went with how his body reacted. She bent forward as she stroked him and kissed his balls, loving the fact that he had managed to keep himself tidy, all things considered. Barely a hair in his crotch area. Wonderful! She pumped now, more resolutely as she felt him tense up. "Is this hurting? You OK?" she asked as she quickened the pace. Stew just grunted and shook his head. His hips began to buck slightly and she could see that if he did it much more, he'd be hollering out in pain. She kept going, her fingers strangling his cock, her other hand massaging his balls. Stew fired his load even higher than the day before. It was incredible and something worthy of NASA. Sherry just watched it fall back onto Stew's pelvis and felt some land in her hair. She bent down and sucked him until he stopped bucking at all. She could taste his cum on her tongue and lips and finished him. Her own arms were tired now and her jaw ached just a bit. "MOTHER OF..." Began Stew, "I've never had a girl let me cum in their mouth. You," he caught his breath, "You really FINISHED me. Oh...oh...oh wow. Oh wow." "I've never done that. I'm always the girl who pulls away. The very thought of cum in my mouth usually makes me gag. I don't know where that came from, but with you, I just felt I wanted to do it." "No comp...no complaints. Damn I love you so much." "Is that the orgasm talking or the real you." "Both. Well, I guess this makes the shower moot." Sherry got a damp towel (after rinsing her mouth out) and cleaned him up. He was in pain, for sure, but his euphoria repressed most of it. "Thank you." He said and Sherry just smiled back. Every day was one day closer to healing. Sherry had promised him, once he was back to his old self, she'd bang the hell out of him. He vowed to hold her to her promise. In the meantime, the occasional blow or hand job would suffice and three times, Sherry masturbated for him. He enjoyed watching her go it alone. She'd stay over here and there, but whereas she still had to work, she'd spend plenty of nights at her own place. She mulled over the fact that she no longer referred to her own place as 'home', just her 'own place'. Stew was noticing this also and one day mentioned it. "Funny, I haven't heard you say you were going 'home' lately. I wonder why that is?" "I'm here so damn much, I'm beginning to not really have a sense of home. It's either MY place, or YOUR place. It has been over a month. You going to heal or what?" she began, almost sounding angry. She caught herself and looked at Stew who sort of had a hurt puppy look. "Stew, that didn't really come out very well. Do you get what I mean? I'm not sure I get what I mean." Stew understood and said they should talk about it tomorrow since it was almost time for her to head out so she could get ready for work. The next day Sherry came by at 0800, just like clockwork. She got him some breakfast and got herself a glass of wine. "Long night, but I gotta talk to you about something." She began after sitting down. Needless to say, Stew didn't question her choice of beverage since, when you work the overnight shift, the morning IS your evening. "Stew," she began, "shift bids are being posted. I actually have a shot at going on days. I wanted to talk to you before I did anything." Stew nearly shit himself. "Days? You thinking about it?" "Yeah, I recall telling you a few months back, you know, when we started our little relationship, that I would love to get on days. Well, three guys with seniority who I was sure would beat me out are thinking of going either 4-12 or 3-11. None of them want to stay on days and no one else is talking about it. It not only would get me into a more normal routine, but it would solve the problem we spoke of the night you got hurt, about screwing around at work. I really think it would be for the best." Stew sat in stunned silence. He had come to LOVE their little meetings and it felt so great not only sharing his feelings with the wonderful woman, the fact that they shared the overnight shift just made it frosting on the cake. If she went to DAYS, she'd be just another Day Slug. He shuddered at the thought but after a bit of contemplation, well, in a few seconds he burst out with, "Whatever makes you happy my dearest, you gotta do it." Sherry hugged him, kissed him and ran out the door. Where the hell she was going, since she had just arrived, God only knew. A few minutes later, Sherry came back in, head hung low. "Where the hell was I going?" Stew started to chuckle. "I have no clue. I'm just glad you're back. Fetch me some coffee, wench!" he commanded, laughing now. Sherry got him some coffee and they just sat and talked about how the shift change might affect them. They got a little serious as they spoke. Would it hurt their time together? Would it LESSEN the time they had together? How would it affect their sleep schedules? And various other concerns. It was decided, Sherry should put in for day shift. She'd be at work when Stew would be in bed. They could have evenings together and their days off would be all the more wonderful. Sherry said, "I owe you." To which Stew said, "If you OWE me, BLOW me!" He was half kidding, but Sherry did anyway, but not half...WHOLE! By week 7, Stew was feeling pretty damn good. He went to his doctor and was cleared to go back to work. It made the overnight shift even happier. Jim and Eddie, plus Sgt. O'Meara and Sgt. Dave Fillmore (who filled in on O'Meara's nights off) were sick of either running short or having a fill in from the other shifts. These guys thought all you had to do was show up and get paid, the rest was nap time. Ok, there were nights they weren't far off, but the REAL night crew was sick of having to call them on their cell phones or drive by and wake them when they got a call. It was so good to have Stew back. Each of them, in their own way welcomed him. Jim bought him a six-pack and made him promise to share it at the end of the shift. Eddie gave him a hug, then walked out the door and started the shift right after roll call. O'Meara said, "We missed you. You have a lock-out at Smith Hall." And when he saw Fillmore, he simply said, "How long were you out? THAT long? Wow, where was I?" It was awesome. Stew loved the camaraderie of the overnights. Less battling amongst the troops, let micromanagement from above, fewer people in general as a rule. It was why they were all on that shift. Stew fell right back into the groove. The fact that they all worked a shift that 'normal' people DIDN'T made them a bit tighter, a common bond that the other shifts just didn't fully understand. After a couple of nights working, Stew began to really miss Sherry. Yeah, he had seen her, but the visits they shared at work were now a thing of the past. He sat reading a book, a Joseph Wambaugh book he picked up at a used book store. Best author EVER was his view and he rarely found a cop with a differing opinion. He was loving the book, but he constantly found himself looking up and around. It wasn't the usual way a cop does it, always wondering who might walk or drive up and what they'd want. Stew was looking up unconsciously looking for Sherry. He'd look up and around and then catch himself. "Oh...yeah." But instinct told him to do it, so he just kept doing it until he finally just drove more. It was something to do, and hell, he was paid to do it. Of course the reality of the situation was, he was paid to be there in case something happened. Driving around was more to 'show the colors' as anything. All the cops knew that you could drive around for the entire 8 hours, every shift, you could have 100 cops doing the same thing in the same place but crime would still happen. He was always amused by how insane the idea of mall security cars driving around with the yellow lights flashing was. It only warned the crooks that security was near or far off. It did NOTHING to deter crime. Stew realized he was off on a mental tangent and just drove listening to the radio, missing Sherry. Sherry was adjusting to days very well. Her sleep patterns had improved already and she liked the atmosphere where the SUN was actually a friend not an enemy. There were fewer drunks, fewer disturbances and fewer times dozing off. There were also fewer times where she could get her rocks off while getting paid. She was enjoying the change, but could see the down side. At least she and Stew were still a HOT item. They took full advantage to their evenings, well, when he wasn't asleep and she wasn't grabbing some overtime. She would sneak into his apartment while he was out cold in the evenings (if he had managed to grab a detail for some extra money), wake him and fuck his brains out. Stew would only complain AFTER. "I need my sleep and you make it difficult!" Then he'd kiss her, pat her ass and send her off. She was adjusting very well. Her new co-workers were not a bad bunch, yet the veterans on the Day shift had a different attitude than those on nights. More of a "I don't care, these people suck!' attitude than the overnight guys. They had the same basic feelings, but they ALWAYS answered the bell when it rang as opposed to the Day guys who wouldn't hear the bell in the first place until someone actually HIT them with it. She was sure they HEARD it, but chose to ignore it or pretend to not hear it. Either way, she was determined to never fall into that rut. One day, Stew got some overtime working a Day Shift. He had called Sherry to tell her and they met for coffee. It wasn't really the same, but hey, they were doing fine on the side. Stew said, "I miss our little get togethers. And to think I was going to ask Eddie to join us some night." Sherry said, "I'd love that. He may be a very overweight guy with bad skin, but I bet he's hung like a horse." They laughed, finished their coffee after some small talk and went their separate ways. Stew decided as he left the coffee shop parking lot that he was going to ask Sherry to move in with him and then, marry him. He was determined and went right after work to buy a ring. Due to tight finances, the ring was not impressive, but it would have to do. That night, as they had dinner at HER place, he said, "Sherry, I would...well, that is to say, you already have key to my place, why not...uh, move in. There, I said it. Move in with me." He grabbed his seltzer and took a big gulp (he would have LOVED a whiskey, but he WAS working later in the night.) Sherry looked around. Then she looked right at Stew and said, "What's wrong with MY place? Is this not GOOD enough for you? You could never move in here? Are you some kind of asshole who figures I have to make ALL the sacrifices?" she paused, "ANSWER ME!" Stew nearly fell off of his chair and became very frightened. "I just...shit, I just...I just..." Sherry's outrage ebbed, then died. She had been...kidding? Neither one was sure but Sherry said, "You know something, you dickwad, once I move IN, I will NOT move out. This place? My ex-boyfriends. He's living on the street now. Fuck him. He didn't like the way I redecorated his kitchen, he's OUT!" Stew was silent and confused. Sherry simply said, "I'm SCREWING with you again. I'll do it. I'll move in!" And she did. Stew had forgotten about asking her to marry him and decided maybe to wait a bit more to be sure. He WAS sure, but, always better to play it safe...and maybe buy a better ring in the meantime. The two 'blue/love'birds had a lovely end of summer and fall. As winter approached, they anticipated the worst; SNOW! They got it. Stew was miserable. So much damn snow and it seemed like every single time he parked the cruiser to just get out of the way, the damn plows would show up. It was like they were following him! Stew was still slogging along in his normal routine, just without Sherry. By now, that was a thing of the past. NOT Sherry, his late night fun stops. He had become more productive on the shift, like the pre-Sherry days. He should be happy, he had his cake (or, SHERRY) and ate her too, or, ate IT, or drank it...WHATEVER. It didn't matter. Things were not the same. Stew pouted a lot. Sherry on the other hand had NO real issues. She just cruised around and took reports, LOTS of reports. Being junior officer on the shift, no matter how many years she had on, meant she got to take all the reports. She took reports on everything from major larcenies to missing dogs to "My TV doesn't work so well!" She fielded calls for imaginary crooks, loud engines, loud parties (usually a back-up was sent, but on DAYS????) and even a loud CAT! She was losing her mind, but sleeping SO well at night. The occasional real crime (even a couple of neat bank robberies where the whole city went into lockdown!) helped, but not enough, and yet, NORMAL SLEEP! One night Stew got a great overtime gig. Not a detail where might be out in the cold waving his arms around at the idiots who just HAD to drive or walk right through the construction site, but a kind of stake out. Not a real one, but KIND of like one. The college had just fired a guy from the Physical Plant Department and they feared he might come back and steal stuff. They were sure he had made duplicate keys to the office area of P.P. and to the Administration Building. Stew got the P.P. building. After moving in for the night, he discovered that he could clearly see into the Monroe Dorm and that very few shades/curtains were pulled down or shut. He was intrigued. He pondered his situation. No matter what, he was being paid to be there. If this guy showed up, Stew was to call for help and then, when the cavalry arrived, grab him. So, nothing in his job description said he couldn't look in across the way. If someone broke in, he'd hear him/her. He decided he'd look across the way. Not a lot to see at first, but then a girl on the 4th floor had invited a girlfriend over. Stew watched as they disrobed and fell onto the bed. They began to kiss and fondle each other with abandon. Stew's first thought was, "I hope the blood draining from my brain to my cock doesn't affect my hearing. He watched intently as the blond began to suck on the tits of the redhead. He may have been over 75 yards away, but damn, he knew what he was seeing. The blond sucked on the redhead's tits and stroked her body up and down. Stew nicknamed them Blondie and Red, not very original, but he wasn't getting a prize for writing, so screw originality! Blondie kissed her way down Red's body pausing at her belly button where she stuck her tongue in. Red got a kick out of that. Then Blondie kept going and she began to lick her thighs. Then, Red got up and flipped Blondie over and they ended up in a 69. Stew was on the verge of jacking off, but he held his ground. He was a professional. He was a WEAK professional but a professional none-the -less, with no discussion. He watched intently as Blondie and Red went nuts on each other. Keeping in mind his distance, he was shocked and amazed at how well he could see everything. Blondie had her face buried deep in Red and the two were shivering wildly. Stew just sat, sweating wishing he had binoculars. Then, he heard something down stairs. "SON OF A BITCH!" he thought to himself. He got up and crept towards the atrium area where it was wide open between the first and second floors and listened intently. When he could hear more movement and was sure he wasn't alone, he got on the radio. "Unit 6 to base, send another unit. I think I've got him inside the building." In his earpiece (he didn't want the radio alerting anyone to his presence) the dispatcher acknowledged him and send Jim and Eddie. Sgt. Fillmore also was on his way. All of them had been around the block a few times and knew you don't rush to something like this with the lights and siren going, you may as well give the guy a call and say, "We're coming now, you might want run out the back". They pulled up and Fillmore had Eddie cover the back door while he and Jim went in the front waiting for instructions from Stew. Stew let them know that the suspect seemed to be in one of the offices and he was creeping down the stairs from the second floor. As they quietly entered, they saw Stew just getting to the bottom of the stairs and he pointed in the small amount of light, to the office their suspect might be in. They moved forward quickly but quietly towards the partially open office door. Then, thinking he was alone, the suspect came out only to find three cops standing there. He gave running a try but they blocked him better than the schools defensive line, knocked him down and cuffed him. Sure enough, they found the keys and some petty cash in an envelope marked, 'petty cash'. It was a good night and the boys were rightfully proud. When Stew got home he found Sherry lying in bed naked. "I'm not feeling well," she giggled. I thought I should stay home and let you care for me." He did. He excused himself for a moment while he took a quick shower. Sherry was a bit disappointed at the speed bump to the spontaneity, but she knew that sometimes Stew just felt grungy after work and couldn't really enjoy being naked with her when he felt that way. He came out drying himself. It had been a fairly quick shower but she noticed he had taken time to fully shave his pubis; FULLY shave it. From his belly button down to his scrotum, there was NO HAIR! She laughed and asked, "You do that for ME?" Love on the Overnights Ch. 02 "No, I'm meeting Detective Longmeadow in a couple of hours to discuss this guy we locked up last night. I want her to see how serious I am about this case." He replied with a big grin. Then he stood quietly for a few seconds letting what he said sink in. He could see Sherry mulling over his response and he KNEW she was thinking of how cute Detective Lisa Longmeadow was and was about to say something when Stew blurted out, "DUH! Of course I did this for you!" He jumped on the bed and Sherry sat up, pulled the covers back and said, "Oh, I gotta feel how this feels." She ran her hands all over his hips. "Soft! Lotion?" "Not really, you can't get lotion in your mouth. I just was very careful." "Well, thank you for your consideration!" and she moved down to his shaved area and began to rub her cheek on him going, "ooooh, mmmmm" as she did. He DID do a fantastic job. She began to kiss him all over and Stew, got hard, VERY hard within milliseconds. Sherry just rubbed her face on him, smelling him. He was so clean. Now she was appreciative of his showering. She kissed the base of his shaft and gave it a little lick, bottom to top. She allowed her hands to rub him around the cock. Her mouth was on him, her hands were exploring around it, never coming in contact with the fully extended pole. She massaged his pelvis, his thighs and would reach under to rub his tush. Stew spread his legs a bit. Sherry's mouth kissed his balls then under them. Stew just moaned quietly, taking this all in. Sherry's lips parted and holding herself up on his hips with her hands, she slid her mouth around and onto his penis, making it more than half way down, her tongue massaging the shaft as she slowly lowered the raised her head, over and over. Stew was starting to breath heavy. He could barely get the words out, but he had a sudden flashback to Blondie and Red and whispered, "Sixty Nine. Sixty Nine." Sherry liked the idea. Without breaking contact with his cock, she maneuvered into position over his face, her hands still not touching his cock. As she place her legs astride his head, she lowered herself a bit. Stew had slid a second pillow under his neck to give him easier and less tiring access to her moist womanhood. He stared up at her and smiled. She had shaved everything but a little heart just at the top of the slit. He raised his head, grabbed her ass and met her pussy. His lips and tongue began to devour her. He was an animal. His fingers explored her butt and he'd slide his hands up and down the crack of her ass, around her ass, onto her thighs and back. He took his fingertips and began to gently rub her taint, kissing and sucking her labia like it was his last meal. In the meantime, Sherry was still working furiously on his dick and now, was using her hands as well, massaging his balls, pumping his cock and licking the head. They had a pace going that they both realized would ruin any chance of good fucking, but they way they were going, neither cared. It just felt so damn good neither even considered stopping. Sherry's breasts were rubbing against Stew's lower belly and though she was essentially pressed against him, she'd occasionally lift herself up a bit to let them drag across him, feeling her nipples running through the hair he hadn't removed. It was a hell of a feeling. Stew inserted two fingers into her vagina and one into her ass and she let out a deep groan and her breathing became as fast as his was. He continued to mouth her while he finger-banged her, a sort of double penetration. They'd never tried that! His mind moved quickly from silly to passionate to determined, to empty. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight as he felt her warm, soft body pressed onto him. He could feel her as she lifted to brush her tits on him. He could feel her mouth engulf him and his hips were out of control. He no longer had any say in what his body would do. Sherry was in complete control. Even what he was doing to her wasn't exactly his doing. He was on autopilot. He was loving what he was doing, but he wasn't thinking about it. He could feel Sherry beginning to tense as she bucked back and forth, pushing back against his face. He could feel himself tensing as well. He could feel the semen rushing up the escape tube to freedom and groaned, "I'M GONNA CUM, BABY, I'M CUMMING!" Sherry's groan was similar when she got out the words, "ME TOO! LET'S CUM TOGETHER!" And they did. Sherry gripped Stew just tight enough to pump out his cum without cutting him off. She continued to suck him as she did taking in everything he had to offer while massaging his balls. She was surprised she was doing this, the other time had been a 'special treat' but this made twice. "Wow," she thought, but she didn't think much else since now she was cumming, and cumming hard. She bucked wildly into Stew's face and began to moan loud and strong until it built into a scream. She nearly sat upright right on Stew's face but immediately realized she could suffocate him that way and lowered herself back down where she wrapped her arms around his legs, still bucking, her face resting by his still swollen, sticky member. Stew kept going. Sherry's juices were soaking Stew as he sucked and licked her, still fingering her, digitally double penetrating her. He began to think he got at least three climaxes out of her. He was very proud of himself but getting very tired and his neck was getting stiff, but he kept going until finally, she tapped his leg and managed to say, "Enough, oh God, enough." They just lay there for about a half an hour, both exhausted and completely satisfied. Stew was sort of pinned, but he wasn't complaining. Sherry got up, weakly and readjusted herself to lay with her head on his chest. He had become fully limp at this point but just as sticky. Sherry had wiped her face on the sheet just prior to making it up to Stew's chest. They held each other, not really wanting to kiss, so they simply avoided it, each figuring out why. As Stew held her tight, he said, "Thank you. I love you. Marry me." Sherry didn't grasp what he said and replied, "No problem and thank you too." "Is that a yes?" Stew asked. "Yes, what?" "You'll marry me?" Sherry just lay there for a moment then suddenly it hit her just what he had said. "Oh shit, did you..." In spite of her weakened state, she managed to sit bolt upright and look down on Stew who had the biggest grin she'd ever seen. "Are you serious?" "Ah, yeah, VERY serious." Stew was beginning to think she was going to say no. "FUCK YEAH!" She hollered out and bent down to kiss him full on the mouth. Stew recoiled. "Hey, let's brush our teeth and clean up before we get too celebratory." Sherry thought for a moment, "Oh, yeah, sure." After cleaning up, they embraced and kissed, VERY deeply. A whirlwind romance that started as a casual encounter on the overnight shift was becoming a lifetime journey for the two of them. Neither had ever been happier in their lives. Love on the Overnights "Not bad, Studley. Nice and circumcised and what a lovely shade of pink." Stew mumbled something and buried his tongue in her mouth again. "Where do you want to do this? The couch?" he asked her. "You know something," Sherry managed to exhale the words in spite of her breathing becoming a bit shallow, "I've seen some porn movies where they fuck on work out stuff. How about that?" Stew was game. They moved to the bench press and Sherry began to work on Stew's muscle. She got down on the floor kneeling and began to glide her tongue up and down his shaft. Stew gave out a little moan and watched intently. He was almost desperate to go down on her. He stopped her just as she began to pump him and suck the head. He stood her up and moved her over to the machine used to strengthen the leg muscles where you sit with your legs spread and pull them together. Stew didn't know or care what the damn thing was called, it just looked so cool. He sat her down and dove in. She was so wet and smelled sweet. He didn't expect her to smell bad, but SWEET? Wow, did she prepare for tonight? He kissed his way up her thighs and then stuck his tongue into her love hole. He flickered his tongue up down and all around her lips then latched onto her clit, sucking it in, sort of giving it a little blow job as his tongue flicked it. Sherry was grasping the handles of the machine and her hips began to buck. Her left hand reached down and grasped Stew's head and pushed him in. Her moans were becoming more labored, her breathing short and raspy. Stew could feel her thighs begin to squeeze his head, refusing to release him until he was done pleasuring her. Stew did not mind. Stew was so intent on making this woman cum like never before, he kept going even though his mouth was getting a bit tired. He just didn't care. Sherry let out a scream which scared the living hell out of Stew. Had he hurt her? Well, if he had, she didn't seem to want him to leave as she did not release his face from her pussy. When she did, Stew began to stand and Sherry latched onto his cock and pulled it towards her mouth. "Oh I OWE YOU, Buddy!" and she began to repay him with interest. Stew again watched intently as she nearly swallowed him whole. Up and down his erect member she licked and kissed every so often stopping to engulf the head between her lips. Both of her hands were working him, one on the shaft, one on his balls, sliding now and then up to his taint and flittering around his asshole. Stew was so deeply into this he almost shot his load but he stopped her. "NO, no, Sherry, wait, stop." Sherry was a bit surprised by this. "Did I do something wrong?" "Are you fucking kidding me?" Stew managed to blurt out. "No, no, I don't want to cum yet. I want so badly to fuck you. I want to bury myself in you. If I cum NOW, I'm not sure I'll be able to get up again." Sherry said she understood and fucking had been something she had wanted to do since she met him anyway... "SINCE YOU MET ME?" That alone almost made Stews semen blast out. "I had no idea. I thought it was just ME?" "Hell, I was just waiting for you to make a move. If you hadn't by that time we kissed, I was going to commit a sexual assault on your ass, or pecker or, whatever." They laughed. It was just enough time to let Stew 'calm down' a bit and give him enough stamina to get back at it. They moved to a couch where Stew lowered Sherry onto her back with a cushion behind her head. He hovered over her gazing into her eyes. "DAMN," he thought to himself, "She looks so innocent, so damn sweet." He got a twinge of guilt, like he was defiling a goddess...well, until she whispered, "Are you going to slam that thing into me or what?" He grinned and penetrated her. Their bodies seem to meld together perfectly and their hips worked in perfect unison as he thrust deeply into her and she responded with complimentary moves. He glanced down at her breasts as they swayed up and down with each move. They were perfect. Sherry had some extra weight, thick was a good term, but SO well spread out that Stew was in awe. She fit her uniform so magnificently but....NAKED! She was TRULY a phenomenon. Stew pumped for all he was worth and Sherry bucked up and down. Then she stopped him. Sherry put her hand on his chest and said, "PULL OUT!" Stew was shocked. "Did I do something wrong? Are you afraid of getting pregnant? What's wrong?" "No, just do me from behind! And I'm on the pill." She retorted and got up throwing her torso over the back of the couch. Stew re-entered her. He was relieved. He PLOWED into her from behind. He surprised himself at how long he was lasting. He expected to embarrass himself by shooting his load too soon, but he was holding on like a porn star. He licked his thumb and slid it down between her ass cheeks as he rammed himself into her, giving her bunghole a little rub. She moaned a bit more loudly for that. His hips slapped mercilessly against her butt over and over, slowly, quickly. He couldn't decide exactly what pace to go at until he got to the point of no return and just had to bring it home. "Sherry, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" that was it; he shot his semen into her and pumped the last few drops he could summons inside her. Sherry just collapsed forward over the back of the couch. He stood there, still embedded in her, staring at her gorgeous back, neck to ass. He was in disbelief that it had actually happened. He slowly pulled out and went looking for some paper towels to clean himself up. When he came back, Sherry was sitting there grinning. He offered her some towels but she refused saying, "No, everything in me, STAYS in me. I want to feel you seeping out a little later and kind of relive this. She leaned forward and kissed his slowly dying cock gently saying, "You made me very happy cock, I thank you." Then she stood, wrapped her arms around Stew and they kissed passionately for several minutes, holding each other's nude bodies tightly, almost as if this could never happen again, but it would, they both fully intended for it to happen, a lot. Once dressed and heading back out to the cars, they made serious plans to actually go on a date, as they had tried to do before. But that was when Stew noticed the OTHER cruiser sitting near theirs and Jim sitting with a big grin on his face. "Hey there!" he called out, "Working out? Keeping FIT?" Stew stood there dumbfounded. What the hell was he going to say. Jim waved him over and said, "Stew, you're not the first to have some fun on duty, and you won't be the last. And hell, she IS cute. You missed a call, but it was nothing and I covered. Let's just be a little more careful and alert next time, eh?" Jim left with the words, "You DAWG, you!" Sherry hadn't left. She asked if Stew was in trouble. He assured her he wasn't and they embraced for one last kiss before she and he got back to actually earning their pay. After a long deep kiss, Sherry said, "I think going on days would be safer, but I'm enjoying living dangerously." Another quick peck, and she was gone. Stew got into his car, went down to his spot near the gym, which was NOT occupied this time, and dozed off, exhausted. So much for actually earning his pay tonight.