A Fair Cop (Police Woman Uniform)

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Like girls in uniforms (or out of them!)? Then this story is for you. It concerns the sexual awakening of a newly recruited female police officer.

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It was obvious from a very young age that Clem was destined to join the police. Her father had been our local village ‘Bobby’ for over forty years, and he had to be virtually dragged from the role when it came for his time to retire, he had enjoyed his work so much. And Clem’s brother, Adrian, some five years her senior, had already followed in their father’s footsteps and embarked on a career in the service. It was somewhat inevitable, therefore, that Clem would be keen to follow suit.

 

I was a year older than Adrian and he had been my best friend in and out of school during my formative years. As such, I had literally known Clem all of her life. That said, because she was six years younger than me, I hadn’t taken that much of an interest in her during those early years.

 

To my mind, Clem was more intelligent and academic than her brother – who spent most of his time playing sport rather than studying – but when it came to exams, Adrian passed with flying colours whereas Clem failed to achieve the necessary results to be accepted for police training. She was devastated. This meant she had to spend another year at college doing resits. With Adrian away pursuing his own career, I, somewhat reluctantly, ended up helping Clem with her studies.

 

As I spent more time with her, I soon realised why she hadn’t done as well at her education as she should have. Although she gave the impression of being quite studious, she was easily distracted, enjoyed partying and, on top of this, she was a bit of a joker. She had a group of female friends who delighted in her company and found it easy to persuade Clem to go out with them rather than do her homework. When I objected, Clem would just laugh at me mockingly and go out with her friends. She was also quite rebellious. Despite her parent’s protestations, she had her conventional, rather staid, shoulder length fair hair cut into a roguish, spiky, boy cut, and dyed it peroxide blond. Although it was a bit ‘in your face’ I actually thought it suited her.

 

One thing I suppose I should have been thankful for was that – to my knowledge - Clem didn’t get romantically involved with any boys; now that would have been an even greater distraction.

 

Despite the regular disturbances, Clem started to knuckle-down with her studies. Thankfully she did much better with her exams second time around. The extra year of studying, her growing confidence, maturity and experience, and I’d like to think, with a little help from me, she got the results necessary to apply for police training college and was accepted. She was delighted.

 

Aged twenty, Clem had grown into a tall, lanky girl – about five foot ten – with a slim figure, small breasts, long, slender legs and a cute little bottom. She had kept her hair short, and although it was still blond, it was less shockingly so. Her boyish-cut hairstyle seemed to exaggerate her height even more. She was a pretty girl, rather than beautiful, with a thin mouth, a well-defined jawline and strong, angular features.

 

After twenty-two weeks of intensive development and hard work Clem successfully completed her training and was ready to pass-out as a new recruit. When Adrian had passed-out some years previous, his parents and Clem had attended his passing-out ceremony to proudly support him. Now that it was Clem’s turn, Adrian made his excuses and said he couldn’t attend. I could tell that Clem was bitterly disappointed that her brother - her idol - wouldn’t be there to see her. I felt that Adrian was letting his sister down badly. Clem asked me if I’d like to take her brother’s place at the ceremony; of course I said that I’d be delighted and honoured.

 

The police training college was about an hour’s drive away from where we lived. I arranged to pick up Clem’s parents and take them to the ceremony. During the journey Clem’s mum got quite chatty and explained how Clem had ended up being called ‘Clem’. It was a story I had not heard before. I’d often wondered how she’d got such an unusual name. I had always thought it was just a nickname - an abbreviation of something - but I didn’t know what of. I wasn’t aware of her ever being called anything else other than 'Clem'. Clem’s mum explained that, before Clem was born, they’d decided that if she was a girl they’d name her after her maternal grandmother whose name was Clementine. As the birth got closer both parents admitted to not particularly liking Clementine as a name. It was too late to change things and I secretly think they were hoping for a boy to avoid any awkward or embarrassing situations. After she was born they immediately started calling her ‘Clem’ and it stuck. Her birth certificate carries the name and that’s how she was Christened. Clem’s mum made me promise not to let on to Clem that I knew the background to her name. She said that Clem would be devastated if she knew that I knew.

 

We arrived at the training centre in plenty of time. The day of the ceremony had turned out to be sunny, dry and pleasantly warm but not so hot that it would be uncomfortable for those parading. I sat down next to Clem’s mum and dad. Eventually the new recruits could be seen approaching us across the parade ground, marching in formation. There were about fifty recruits in all. Despite this we spotted Clem straight away; she was head and shoulders above all the other female recruits; indeed, she was taller than many of the male recruits. They all looked resplendent in their dress uniforms. We watched enthralled as the police band played and the salute was taken by the Chief Constable.

 

After the formal presentations to the rookies we were allowed to mix and mingle with the recruits and training officers in a relaxed atmosphere on the lawn. Canapes were served and – surprisingly – glasses of wine were handed out. Of course I went for the soft-drink option given that I was the designated driver. The trainers and supervising officers that took time out to speak to us had nothing but praise for Clem, identifying her as one of the best students in this year’s cadre. I could sense the pride in Clem’s parents; and I could see the embarrassment on Clem’s face.

 

Clem looked smart, stylish, professional and elegant in her dress-uniform. Being so tall and slender it really suited her. She was wearing a bowler hat with a ‘stiletto tartan’ (black and white dicing) pattern, a neat, checkered cravat at the neck, a dark blue, almost black, tunic with a crisp white long-sleeve shirt just visible beneath, a dark, knee-length skirt, a black belt, black tights (I assume) and highly polished black patent leather shoes. As I took in the splendour of her immaculate appearance I couldn’t help but admire her and privately wonder what she was wearing underneath. I know, my bad!

 

I must admit that secretly I found Clem very attractive and ‘hot’ in her police woman uniform. She had greeted the three of us with a huge smile on her face and given each of us a small kiss on the cheek. My heart had skipped a beat as I felt her soft lips slightly press against my face. Was it bad that I wanted to wrap my arms around her and give her a proper hug?

 

We took the obligatory photos of Clem in her uniform, Clem with her parents, Clem with the Chief Constable, and even some of Clem with me. When she stood next to me she towered above me. As Clem posed I really wanted to get her to hitch up her skirt to show us a bit more leg, or even more! 

 

Unusually Clem had been allocated a place on her home patch to complete her probation period. Although this meant Clem could’ve stayed living with her parents she had expressed a desire to move out and start an independent life. Clem’s parents had helped out financially and Clem had taken out a mortgage on a small, mid-terraced house about equidistant from her parents’ and from her base station. I had helped Clem move in her limited furniture, and had assisted getting the property ready for Clem to move in to.

 

As the passing-out ceremony drew to a close we said our goodbyes and the four of us headed home together. The recruits had been given special dispensation to wear their uniforms home. Clem climbed in the car beside me, and her parents, still with proud looks on their faces, climbed into the back. We chatted on the way home, or rather Clem and her mum did, with Clem’s mum wanting to know all about the other recruits. Clem’s dad and I listened patiently. Eventually we arrived at Clem’s parent’s house and they climbed out of the car, thanked me for giving them a lift and said their goodbyes, promising to ring Clem later. I was left alone with Clem for the final part of the journey.

 

When Clem had initially got in the car I had noticed that her skirt had ridden up as she sat down. With Clem’s parents in the car with us I had been too inhibited to look. Now that it was just the two of us I felt emboldened enough to steal a peek. I got a tantilising view of Clem’s magnificent legs to about six inches above her knees. I was so tempted to put my hand down and place it on her thigh; maybe even push it up inside her skirt. I think Clem may have caught me looking by what she said next.

    

“I can’t wait to get home to get this uniform off.”

 

I thought to myself ‘Nor can I!’ but instead of saying what I was really thinking I just said,

 

“You’re going to have to get used to wearing it.”

 

We soon arrived at Clem’s house and I was fortunate enough to get a parking space in the street immediately in front of her door. Clem opened the car door and started to get out. I was desperately hoping I might get another small kiss by way of a thank you before she left me, but it looked like I was to be disappointed.

 

“Would you like to come in for a drink?” she asked.

 

I missed what she’d said to start with as I’d been distractedly looking at the splendid view of her legs as she got out of the car.

 

“Sorry?” I questioned, getting my focus back.

 

“I said would you like to come in for a drink?” Clem repeated, “I’m afraid I haven’t got a great selection but I can offer you tea, coffee, juice - or wine.”

 

“Wine sounds good!” I replied enthusiastically, “I missed out earlier.”

 

“Wine it is then.” she said cheerily, “Although I must admit I’ve had a few glasses already.” she giggled.   

 

I followed Clem into the house. As soon as she had closed the door behind us she tossed her bowler hat onto the stairs, removed her tunic, kicked off her shoes and started rubbing her feet and toes. Even with her shoes off she was still considerably taller than me.

 

“Mmmmm. That feels good.” she sighed, “Don’t stand on ceremony, make yourself at home.”

 

I took off my jacket and tie, hanging them on a hook in the hallway. I sat down on the two-seater sofa in the sparsely furnished lounge-cum-diner-cum-kitchen. Clem padded through to the kitchen area in her stockinged feet and soon returned with two glasses and a chilled bottle of supermarket own-brand Pinot Grigio. I held the glasses as Clem poured. Once the glasses were brim full, Clem set the bottle down on the floor and I passed her a glass.

 

“Cheers!” I said.

 

“Cheers!” Clem replied.

 

We clinked glasses and Clem sat down next to me on the sofa. She exhaled long and hard.

 

“Phew! I’m glad that’s over!” she sighed, "It's been a long and exhausting day."

 

“Now the real work begins.” I said.

 

“Thanks!” Clem sounded despondent, ”You’re supposed to be my mentor; my motivator.”

 

“Just telling the way it is.” I said.

 

“I hope my parents weren’t too much trouble today?” Clem asked.

 

“Not at all.” I said, truthfully, “They’re very proud of you, you know?” I continued, also truthfully.

 

“I sometimes think they wanted another boy, like Adrian.” Clem admitted, “I always seem to be in his shadow.”

 

I recalled the conversation I’d had with Clem’s mum about how she’d got her name and how I’d secretly thought they were hoping for a boy to avoid any embarrassment with the grandparents. I was also still annoyed with my life-long friend Adrian who should have been there today to support his (not-so) little sister. I should declare at this stage that I’m an only child so can’t profess to know anything about feelings / relationships between siblings. But I’d like to think that if Clem had been my sister, I would have moved heaven and earth to be there on her big day.

 

“That’s rubbish!” I declared, “They wouldn’t swap you for the world.”

 

“Aww. Thank you.” Clem purred, “And thank you for being there for me today.”

 

“Not at all. It was a pleasure and an honour.” I said, “I wouldn’t have missed that for the world either.”

 

“That’s so sweet!” Clem smiled, “You know, I don’t think I would ever have got through it without your help?”

 

“I’m sure you would have.” I said, “But I’m glad you think I helped in some small way.”

 

“If ever I can do anything for you, you know you only have to ask?” Clem persisted, “Anything.” she emphasised.

 

Clem looked gorgeous sitting close to me, so it was only natural that my dirty mind thought of something she could do right there and then on the sofa! But I hadn’t had enough drink to dare ask. And I doubt that Clem could ever have enough drink to comply!

 

“There is something…” I said.

 

“Yes?” Clem enquired.

 

“I wouldn’t mind a top up, please.” I said, handing Clem my empty glass.

 

“Good idea. Me too!” Clem enthused, “Although I’m already feeling a bit tipsy.” she giggled.

 

“That’s probably as much to do with the pressure of the day as it is to do with the drink.” I suggested, “And I don’t suppose you’ve eaten much.”

 

“You’re probably right. Cheers!” Clem said, handing me another brim-full glass and sipping from a similar one herself., “Not to worry, I’ve got several days off now before my probation placement starts.”

 

Neither of us spoke for a while; we just sat, chilled and supped our drinks. When the first bottle was empty, Clem tottered into the kitchen and returned with another full bottle from the fridge. I noticed she’d removed her cravat and undone the top buttons of her smart, white shirt. I could see a small glimpse of white bra. She topped up both our glasses. I don’t know how Clem was feeling, but I was certainly feeling braver. I wouldn’t have said what I said next if I wasn’t.

 

“You know it’s against police regulations to have any underwear showing when you’re in uniform?”

 

“It’s barely visible.” Clem asserted, glancing down at her chest, “Only if you’re looking really closely.”

 

“Oh, I am!” I smiled, “I am!”

 

“Naughty!” she said, shooting me a grin, “Anyway, I’m not officially on duty yet, and I’m feeling rebellious!”

 

With that she undid another button of her shirt and opened it up so that even more of her bra was visible.

 

“There.” she said, “Don’t you be getting too excited!”

 

“While they let you keep your uniform at home you could make a few extra pounds as a policewoman ‘strip-a-gram’.” I chuckled, taking in the unexpected view of her chest.

 

“I could!” she laughed, “In fact I’ve got just the thing.”

 

Clem got up from the sofa and started rummaging in a handbag hanging in the hallway. I looked on puzzled, ‘What could she mean?’

 

“Ta-da!” she said, triumphantly holding up a pair of silver handcuffs, “I could offer bondage too!”

 

“Where did you get those from?” I asked, intrigued.

 

“They were a passing-out gift.” Clem explained, “Look, they’re engraved with my name and today’s date.” she continued, showing me the inscription, “They’re fully functional. Would you like to be my first customer?”

 

“S-sorry?” I stuttered, my mind still on Clem as a strip-a-gram doing bondage.

 

“Can I try them out on you?” Clem clarified, “I’ve not tried them yet.”

 

“Oh, that?” I said, “I guess so. As long as you’ve got the keys?”

 

Clem dangled the keys in front of me to demonstrate that she had them, then she instructed me to sit on the floor with my back to the table. She manoeuvred my hands behind my back, one each side of one of the table legs, and then fastened the cuffs around my wrists. I heard them give a satisfying click as they locked.

 

“Get out of that.” Clem said, with a triumphant grin on her face.

 

I feigned to struggle to get loose but the cuffs held firm. The table was too heavy to lift from my sitting position, so I was unable to slide my restrained hands underneath. I was stuck fast.

 

“I can do what I like with you now!” Clem grinned like a Cheshire Cat, “You’re my captive, my hostage. This will be fun!” Her grin developed into a cheeky smirk. “I think I’ll take your shoes and socks off.”

 

I watched helpless, and in disbelief, as Clem first removed my shoes and then took off my socks.

 

“There, that was easy.” she said, looking as pleased as Punch, “Now to tickle your feet.”

 

At this point I must confess to having extremely sensitive feet. I would be rubbish under interrogation; all my captors would need to do is tickle my feet and I’d tell them everything! It was as if Clem knew. She moved towards my feet and I immediately tensed up.

 

“Please don’t!” I heard myself cry in desperation.

 

“A bit ticklish are we?” Clem mocked, taking hold of my left foot.

 

“Not that!” I gasped in despair, “Please, no!”

 

I’m sure Clem thought I was just playfully over-acting to the torture she was putting me through; and that inwardly I was enjoying what she was doing. Nothing could’ve been further from the truth; I was in agony. I squirmed desperately as her fingertips played across the sole of my foot. I didn’t think I could take much more.

 

“Please stop! Anything but that!” I pleaded wretchedly, “Stop! I’d rather you stripped me than did that!”

 

Clem stopped and looked me straight in the eyes.

 

“Really?” she questioned in disbelief.

 

“Really.” I confirmed, relief that my torment had stopped, at least temporarily, and not considering the consequences of what I’d just said.

 

“Okay! Let’s do that then!” Clem exclaimed excitedly, “This should be fun!”

 

As she released her grip on my feet I sighed audibly. With my hands secure behind my back Clem couldn’t remove my shirt completely, so she made do with just undoing the buttons and opening it up to reveal my chest. I didn’t resist; I was just relieved I wasn’t being tickled.

 

“Not bad!” she murmured and let her hands brush across my torso, “Now for your trousers.”

 

“Seriously?” I said with incredulity.

 

“Seriously!” she confirmed, making it clear she wasn’t joking.

 

To prove her point she leant over me, unbuckled my belt and slid it from its keepers. She then unbuttoned my trousers and slid the zip fly down. She returned to my feet and for a horrible moment I thought she was going to tickle them again. Instead she gripped the bottom of the legs of my trousers and started pulling them down.

 

“You’ll have to lift your bum off the ground.” Clem instructed, “I can’t get your trousers off. If you don’t do it I’ll tickle your feet again.”

 

I did as I was told, contorting myself so that my bottom was in the air. My trousers slipped inexorably towards my feet – and so did my boxers!

 

“Stop!” I shouted.

 

“What’s wrong?” Clem asked, startled by my exclamation.

 

“You’re pulling my boxers down too!” I explained.

 

Clem looked at my midriff, which was now bare, but fortunately my private area was still covered.

 

“So I am.” Clem giggled, “Oh dear! What a shame. Never mind!”

 

She resumed pulling my trousers down. Fortunately when the waistband of my boxers got to the base of my penis they stopped getting any lower. I relaxed slightly as I realised my manhood was not going to be exposed. Clem removed my trousers over my ankles and I sat back down. At this point I have to admit I’d found the whole episode – apart from the feet tickling – very exciting, in a sexual way. Needless to say, I’d developed quite a stiffy. Clem looked me over, obviously spotted it, and giggled.

 

“Is that a truncheon in your boxers or are you just pleased to see me?” she guffawed.

 

“Yes. I’ve got an erection.” I admitted, not able to hide my embarrassment.

 

“I don’t know. I think I ought to search you for hidden weapons.” she sniggered.

 

I was completely helpless as she leant over me again and this time she gripped the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. Almost immediately my erection sprung out, causing Clem to recoil in shock. When she had recovered her composure she pulled my boxers right down to my feet and slid them completely off.

 

I was now naked from the waist down with my manhood erect and in full view. Obviously I couldn’t cover up my embarrassment because my hands were cuffed behind my back. There was nothing I could do except stick it out – so to speak! Clem looked over me, a huge smile on her face.

 

“Oh my God! You have got a hidden weapon!” she grinned, “I didn’t expect to see that today!”

 

“I didn’t expect to show you that today!” I retorted, “You seem to have got this strip-a-gram malarkey all wrong – it’s you that’s supposed to strip!”

 

“I know. My bad? It’s been fun though hasn't it?” Clem said cheerily, not sounding at all guilty, “How about I let you go and then make it up to you?”

 

“And how do you propose to do that?” I asked.

 

“You’ll see.” she said conspiratorially, “Now, what did I do with those keys for the handcuffs?”

 

She made a big fuss of looking for the keys and pretending she’d lost them. Eventually she ‘found’ them and set about undoing the cuffs. This meant she had to lean in close to my erect penis; I could sense she was quite nervous of it. It also meant I was afforded a good look down the front of her blouse. Ordinarily I would have done the decent thing and looked away (as if!), but after what Clem had seen of me I thought ‘What the heck!’ and had a long, hard stare. I wasn’t disappointed. Clem was wearing a padded bra but because her tits were so small there was a gap between her breasts and the bra cups. I could clearly make out her erect nipples. I was still staring at them when I heard the distinctive click of the cuffs unlocking.

 

Clem got to her feet and I quickly followed suit, rubbing my wrists to get the circulation back.

 

“Can I put my clothes back on now?” I asked.

 

“Would you mind leaving them off?” Clem requested, “In fact, can you take your shirt off as well so that you’re completely naked? That should make it easier for what I’m about to do.”

 

I did as I was told, intrigued by what Clem was going to do next. Clem indicated for me to sit on the sofa, then she handed me a drink. I must admit it felt strange sitting on Clem’s sofa drinking wine completely nude. Clem took a large swig from her glass and took a deep breath.

 

“Well here goes!” she said, rather nervously, “You said I should be a ‘strip-a-gram.”

 

She was standing directly in front of me barely a metre away. She started to sway her hips erotically as if she was dancing to a sexy tune even though there was no music playing. Her tall, elegant body swayed suggestively although in an unpracticed way. She moved her hands to her shirt and undid the remaining few buttons. She untucked her shirt from her skirt and removed it. I got a proper view of her bra now, and her slim upper body. I stared wide-eyed. Then her hands moved to the side of her skirt and peeled down the zip. She gave me a coy smile, then with a small shrug her skirt fell to the floor. She stepped out of it. Although her tights were black they were transparent enough for me to discern she was wearing small, white panties underneath. If my eyes were wide before, they were even wider now – and they were about to get even wider!

 

Clem took hold of the waist band of her tights and eased them down. Once they were completely off she tossed them onto the sofa next to me. She was now standing in front of me in just her bra and tiny panties. Her long legs were magnificent; they seemed to go on for ever. My mouth was suddenly dry as I took in the splendid view. I took a gulp of wine. Clem looked nervous as her hands moved behind her back to where her bra clasp was. ‘She wouldn’t, would she?’ I thought. My hands were sweaty in anticipation. Clem seemed to hesitate, then her hands returned to her sides.

 

“I’m sorry.” she said, “I can’t do it. I just can’t strip off in front of you."

 

I looked at her disappointedly, thoroughly deflated. I'd got a massive hard on now.

 

“I’m too shy to go any further, here in front of you. I’m obviously not cut out to be a stripper.” she admitted, “I’m so sorry.” she repeated, seemingly genuinely upset.

 

I was just about to tell her not to worry, that I’d seen enough already, when she continued:

 

“I’ll go up to my bedroom and see if I find it any easier up there. Give me three or four minutes then follow me up.” she instructed, “And leave your clothes off!”

 

I watched Clem’s cute little bum – barely contained in her tiny white panties - as she made her way to the stairs. I was left alone to contemplate what had happened; and what might happen next. It was unbelievable! Needless to say my cock had responded accordingly! I sipped on my drink waiting for the minutes to pass. Each minute seemed to last an hour. I waited a full five minutes before I stood up and made my way to the stairs leading up to Clem’s bedroom. I slowly ascended, my heart pounding with anticipation, wondering if she’d be any braver now.

 

I found Clem’s bedroom door slightly ajar. I hesitated at the threshold and then cautiously tapped on it.

 

“Can I come in?” I asked timidly.

 

“I guess so.” Clem responded, equally timidly.

 

I knew the layout of Clem’s bedroom from when I had helped her move in. I remembered that she had a queen-size double bed facing the door, a wardrobe off to the right with a dressing table next to it, and a small bedside table. There was a window to the left that I recalled bathed the room in natural light. I pushed the door open and stepped in.

 

The sight that welcomed me took my breath away. Clem was laying on her back on the top of the bed with her head propped up on the pillow so that she could see me as I entered her bedroom. Astoundingly, she was entirely naked from head to toe! I had gasped at the initial realisation that she hadn't got a stitch on. I noticed her white bra and panties casually discarded on the bedroom floor. Clem initially had her hands strategically placed between her legs to hide her most private parts. She smiled at me coyly and very slowly moved her hands to the side to reveal her pussy. I gasped as it came into view. I stood at the bottom of her bed with her laying prone in front of me, I took in her whole body in an instant. Then I spent more time taking in every detail, working down her gorgeous form. As I thought it would be, the room was well-lit with sunlight falling across her naked body, highlighting every nuance.

 

I noticed straight away that she was looking at me as intently as I was observing her. She looked apprehensive. She glanced from my face to my penis and back, watching my reaction. I can confirm that both were reacting!

 

I was now looking at her bare chest. Her tits were tiny, like fried eggs. But they were nicely shaped and her nipples were firm and pronounced. Her body was slim and her stomach was taut, no doubt conditioned by fitness training in recent weeks. She was  laying with her legs slightly apart. Now that she'd moved her hands away I had a great view of her pubic mound and her delightful, shaved pussy; it was small and tight – I believe the expression is ‘tighter than a mouse’s ear-hole!’ And then those legs! Those long, lithesome legs stretching out towards me. She could obviously tell where I was focusing my attention.

 

“You like my pussy?” she asked, her voice quivering slightly, “I wasn’t sure about showing it to you. I've never shown it to anyone before. I’m glad I shaved this morning.” she tittered nervously.

 

“It’s very nice.” I commented, “I’ve known you twenty years and this is the first time I’ve seen it.”

 

“I know." she said, still sounding reticent, "I hope it was worth the wait?”

 

“More than.” I replied, noting just how small, tight and neat it was, “It’s really cute.”

 

“Thank you.” she said, slightly more confidently, “I can give you a better look if you like?”

 

Without waiting for me to reply she eased her legs wider apart, then reached down and put her hand between her legs and used her fingers to push back her outer lips and open up her vulva so that I had an even clearer view of it. It was rose-pink and glistening. As she did this she was looking at my manhood.

 

“Would you like to put it in?” she asked hesitantly, indicating with her eyes what she was referring to.

 

“Would you like me to?” I asked (Needless to say I desperately wanted to!).

 

“I’m not sure.” she replied, falteringly.

 

“Then I won’t.” I replied, “I’ll only do it if I’m sure you want me to.”

 

“It’s just…” she broke off, her voice wavering, “It’s just…. I’ve never had a real one in there before.” she flushed bright red as she said it.

 

“Oh, I see.” I said, also blushing, “Do you mind me asking what you usually use?”

 

“I can show you.” she said, “Give me a second.”

 

With that she rolled onto her side and started rummaging about in her bedside cabinet. With her like that I could now see her peachy little bottom; it was so cute, just inviting to be squeezed or spanked. I was so tempted.

 

“Found it!” she exclaimed.

 

She turned back to face me holding out a large, pink and yellow dildo. Up until now I’d been feeling quite proud of my manhood but as I looked at the toy in her hands I suddenly felt somewhat inadequate. It must have been about eleven inches long. At best I was about six. Not only was it long, but it was also thick too. If that’s what she was used to, mine would be something of an anticlimax (literally!).

 

“Because of its colouring I call it Mr Blobby.” she giggled.

 

“I can see why.” I replied disconsolately.

 

“It vibrates too. At different speeds.” she said excitedly, “Would you like me to switch it on?”

 

“No. I believe you.” I responded somewhat deflated.

 

I think Clem could read my mind and tell what I was thinking.

 

“Don’t worry.” she smiled reassuringly. “I don’t put it in all the way.”

 

“I should hope not!” I shuddered at the thought.

 

“Yours is quite big.” she said, trying to reassure me, “Would you like to come and lay on the bed with me, so I can get a closer look at it? In all the time I’ve known you this is the first time I’ve seen it.” Clem smiled, repeating my comment from earlier.

 

She put Mr Blobby back in the cabinet and made room on the bed for me, patting the mattress where she wanted me. I climbed on to the bed next to her. We laid like that for a little while looking at each other, both naked, both unsure what was going to happen next, neither of us speaking. It all felt a bit surreal. I could tell that Clem was looking closely at my manhood. Out of the blue Clem suddenly spoke.

 

“Can I feel it?”

 

“S-sorry?” I faltered, not understanding what she meant.

 

“Can I feel your thing?” she said, “I’ve never felt one before. Not a real one. In fact, this is the closest I’ve ever been to one.” she added with a giggle.

 

“I guess so.” I replied, still in shock that she’d had the temerity to ask.

 

I few moments later I felt her long, soft, exploring fingers wrap around my erection and start to gently stroke it. Her touch was tender and sensitive, her action slow and rhythmic. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip with delectation.

 

“Is that okay?” she whispered.

 

“Wonderful!” I murmured in response.

 

“You can feel my pussy if you want to.” she offered, “I don’t mind. And Mr Blobby won’t be able to see!”

 

I didn’t need a second invitation! I placed my fingers on Clem’s vulva and started to rub it in time with Clem’s movements. Her outer lips parted and my fingers began to explore inside. I located the tip of her clit – it was tiny, like the nib of a pen. I started to strum it as one would a guitar string. This time it was Clem’s turn to close her eyes and bite her bottom lip with satisfaction.

 

“Oh my God!” she murmured, “That feels so good! Even Mr Blobby doesn’t do that!”

 

I could feel her clit responding to my touch. It was big enough now so that I could pinch it between my finger and thumb. I plucked it slowly. Clem groaned, her grip on my manhood tightened and she started stroking me with more fervour, more rapidity. I increased the pace of my tweaking her clit and she groaned louder, with more intensity. I could feel her getting wet.

 

“I want it inside me now!” she gasped.

 

“Are you sure?” I asked.

 

“Just do it!” she pleaded, “Please.”

 

I rolled on top of her. I felt her long legs part and then wrap around me, pulling me in like a fly to a spider. She was quite wet now and I slid easily inside her; her athletic hips rose up to meet me. I sensed her inner lips part and soon I was deep inside her. The tenderness and softly-soflty approach of our initial explorations were replaced by an eagerness and intensity that bordered on ferocity. Her hands were everywhere; at one point she grabbed my balls which made me yelp – she apologised. I concentrated my mouth and hands on her cute little tits, flicking them with my tongue as I cupped them adoringly. We writhed together excitedly, like playful kittens. Then our lips met and we kissed passionately. Not surprisingly, given the vigour of our lovemaking, I soon reached my peak, and I guess from the noise, so did Clem. After I was spent, Clem uncoiled her legs and released her grip on me. I rolled off her and we both laid on our backs staring at the ceiling, recovering our breath. It was Clem that spoke first.

 

“That was nice.” she purred, "Really nice."

 

“It was.” I replied softly.

 

“I wasn’t expecting that today!” she murmured.

 

“Me neither.” I said, “You were great!”

 

“Thank you. If it’s of any comfort, you went in further than Mr Blobby usually does!” she giggled, A lot further!"

 

“I hope Mr Blobby realises how lucky he is.” I smiled. “I trust he doesn’t get jealous?”

 

“I won’t tell him!” Clem laughed; then she hesitated, I knew she wanted to say something more, eventually she continued very faintly, sounding embarrassed, "My pussy is really wet. I had an orgasm, did you?"

"I did." I admitted, "Sorry." I wasn't sure where she was going with this.

"No probs." she added, sounding relaxed about it, "My mum insisted I had protection while I was at Training College. I don't know why, we were all too tired doi do anything naughty!"

As we lay contemplating what we’d just done, Clem’s phone rang. It was laying on her bedside cabinet. As she’d done earlier when she was looking for Mr Blobby, Clem rolled onto her side. I could see her peachy little bottom again. I was closer this time and I couldn’t resist giving it a firm slap; unfortunately I did it just as Clem pressed the answer button on her phone.

 

“Ouch! That stung!” she yelped at me, then to the phone she said, “Sorry Mother. No I wasn’t talking to you.”

 

“Oops. Sorry!” I giggled, whispering in the hope that Clem’s mum couldn’t hear me.

 

I pushed in closer to Clem to eavesdrop on what her mother was saying. I was so close that my penis, which was suddenly erect again, was pressing against Clem’s bare bum cheeks. I put my arm around her and fondled her perky little tits. Despite being so close, I still could only hear Clem’s half of the conversation, which went something like:

 

“Mmmmm. That’s nice!” [to me.]

 

“Sorry mum. I meant today was nice.” [to the phone.]

 

“Yes mum. I have taken my uniform off.” [to the phone] “I better not tell her I haven’t put anything on instead” [to me]

 

“Yes. He’s still here.” [to the phone] “I won’t mention you’re here in bed with me! And you’re naked too.” [to me]

 

“Yes, I’ll tell him you said ‘hello’.” [to the phone.] “Hello!” [to me]

 

“Yes. I will find a way to thank him.” [to the phone] “I think I’ve already found a way.” [giggling to me].

 

At this point my erection slipped between her bum cheeks and I pressed it in further with my hips. Rather than resisting, Clem arched her back and pushed back against me. She groaned with pleasure.

 

“Aghhh! Sorry mum, I’m going to have to go. There’s someone at my back door.” [to the phone] “Naughty! [to me].

 

“Yes, I will be careful.” [to the phone].

 

“No I won’t let anyone in unless I know them.” [to the phone] “Good job I know you!” [to me]

 

“I expect it’s just a package being delivered.” [to the phone] “A big package!” [to me].

 

“Yes. I’ll send you a picture if it’s anything exciting.” [to the phone] “That’d give her a shock if I sent a picture of your ‘package’!” [to me].

 

I nuzzled against her shoulder and kissed her tenderly on the neck. I was still fondling her pert breasts, so I gave her firm, erect nipples a playful squeeze. She pressed her cute little bottom tighter into my groin and I thrust forward pushing my member further into her.

 

“Agh! Agh! Oh my God! I think I’m going to come again!” [to the phone and me!]

 

“No, sorry mother. I said, ‘Come again?’ I didn’t hear you.” [to the phone].

 

“Yes. I will ring you later when I’m in bed.” [to the phone] “If only she knew we were in bed now!” [to me].

 

“Yes. I will say ‘goodbye’ to him.” [to the phone]. “Goodbye.” [to me].

 

“Goodbye mum.” [to the phone].

 

Clem put the phone down. I could tell that she was flustered. I pulled out of her and we both returned to laying on our backs.  

 

“Oh my God! That was embarrassing! That’s the first time I’ve climaxed while I’m on the phone to my mother!” Clem gasped, “Do you think she could hear?”

 

“You were a bit loud.” I giggled, “Agh! Agh!” I mimicked.

 

“It’s all your fault!” Clem said, flustered, “You shouldn’t have put your thing in my bottom!”

 

“You were the one that pushed against it so that it went in further.” I explained.

 

“That’s not the point!” Clem expounded, “Even Mr Blobby is not allowed there!”

 

We laid side by side again, close enough that we could feel each other’s body heat and hear one another’s heartbeat. It was Clem that broke the silence.

 

“It’s been a hectic day. I’m whacked. I think I’ll get some sleep.”

 

“You’ve certainly had a busy day No wonder you’re tired” I said, “You’ve done well though.”

 

“Are you referring to my passing-out or to my performance in bed?” she turned her head to face me and smiled.

 

“Both!” I replied, facing her and returning her smile.

 

“Thank you! Good answer!” she grinned, then continued more seriously,  “You’ve had too much drink so, as an officer of the law, I can’t allow you to drive home. So, you have a choice, I can get you a taxi or you can stay over. What’s it to be?”

 

The thought of snuggling up to Clem overnight made this question a no-brainer.

 

“Can I stay over please?” I replied.

 

“No problem.” Clem confirmed, “I told my mum I’d call her before I go to sleep. You’ll be alright on the sofa downstairs won’t you? There’s a throw on it that you can use as a blanket but you shouldn’t need it. You better leave me before I ring my mum; I don’t want to be having another orgasm when I’m talking to her!”

 

Disconsolately I climbed off the bed and trudged naked to the door.

 

“Nice bum!” Clem called out behind me, “Good night!”

 

“Good night!” I replied despondently.

 

I made my way downstairs. My clothes were scattered around the room where Clem had discarded them. I found my boxers and pulled them on. My cock had suddenly gone limp. I got myself ready for bed in the small downstairs toilet and then got onto the sofa. Clem was right, the room was warm enough so that I didn’t need a blanket. I used the throw to form a makeshift pillow. The sofa was comfortable enough but was no substitute for the bed upstairs; the bed where Clem would be spending the night, alone. I switched off the light and drifted off to sleep.

 

I‘m not sure for how long I’d slept, but it couldn’t have been long, when I was woken by my phone beeping that I’d received a message; it was from Clem:

 

<Are you still awake?>

 

<I am now!>

 

<Would you like to come back up?>

 

<Am I allowed?>

 

<Of course. Silly!>

 

<Would you like me to?>

 

<Yes please.>

 

<I’m on my way.>

 

<😊>

 

I scrambled off the sofa and virtually bound up the stairs. I entered Clem’s bedroom much more confidently than I had done the first time. I found Clem just as before, laying on her back with her head propped up on the pillows so that she could see me. This time, however, she was under the duvet. When she saw me enter she looked dispirited.

 

“What are those?” she asked, she sounded downcast.

 

“What are what?” I asked, not grasping at all what she was talking about.

 

“Those!” she said, pointing to my boxers.

 

“My boxers?” I questioned, still not understanding what she was driving at.

 

“Yes. Your boxers!” she confirmed, in a huff, “Look, I’m still naked.”

 

With that she pulled the duvet back to reveal that, indeed, she was still as naked as the day she was born. She didn’t seem too concerned that she was showing me everything again.

 

“Take them off then!” she instructed, or rather, demanded.

 

“You’ve got quite bossy since you became a police officer.” I rebuked her, “You wouldn’t have been brave enough to tell me to do that two weeks ago!”

 

“I wouldn’t have been brave enough to ask you to do that two hours ago!” she giggled, “Are you going to strip off or not?”

 

I pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them. I couldn’t help but notice that her eyes were immediately drawn to my manhood. Fortunately it had responded to seeing Clem naked and wasn’t as limp as it had been earlier.

 

“That’s better.” Clem smiled, “Okay, you can get in bed with me now.”

 

Needing no further invitation I climbed in alongside her. I put my hand out, cupped one of her tiny breasts and fondled it. To my surprise Clem pushed my hand away.

 

“I told you earlier, I’m tired. I’ve spoken to my mother and now I’m going to get some sleep. So no hanky-panky. Okay?” she made clear, “I was just feeling sorry for you down there on the sofa and thought you may prefer it up here?

 

“I do. Thank you.” I said.

 

We laid in peaceful noiselessness for a few moments, both staring at the ceiling I guess. Then Clem broke the silence.

 

“Just now, you fondled my breast?” she said, intonating it as a question rather than a statement of fact.

 

“Yes. Sorry.” I said guiltily.

“Do you like my breasts?” she asked, “Be honest with me.”

 

“They’re very cute.” I offered.

 

“You mean, they’re small?” she said, “In fact, they’re tiny aren’t they?”

 

 “As I said, ‘they’re cute’.” I repeated.

 

“I have a confession to make.” Clem said, “Earlier, when I was stripping in front of you, I was embarrassed about showing you my breasts; they are so small. That’s why I stopped before I took my bra off. And that’s why I wear a padded bra. I’m sorry.”

 

“There’s no need to apologise. I could tell you weren’t comfortable stripping so I wasn’t surprised when you stopped. What has surprised me – no shocked me even – is how much you’ve shown me since.” I reassured her, “I’ve seen everything. And I mean everything!”

 

“I know! My bad!” she grinned, “I didn’t expect to show you this much!”

 

“A confession from me then.” I offered, “I’m more of a ‘legs and bottom’ man rather than a ‘breast’ man. I must admit I don’t find large breasts that appealing, so yours are fine by me. Although they’re only small, they’re firm, round and perky. Your areolae are perfectly round and smooth. Although your nipples are flat they certainly stood up when they got excited! And you’re only twenty, they’ll probably fill out a bit more yet”

 

“Thank you!” she smiled, “That makes me feel better.”

 

“I enjoyed fondling them!” I admitted with a grin.

 

“I noticed that.” she grinned back.

 

“As I say, I’m a ‘legs and bottom man.’ I continued, “And I must admit, you’ve got great legs and an adorable, slapable bum!”

 

“I noticed that you were taking a keen  interest in my bottom. It still smarts from when you slapped it earlier!” she smiled.

 

“Sorry about that.” I said, “While we’re in confessing mode, I’ve got another one from earlier.”

 

“Go on.”  Clem replied, intrigued, "Do tell."

 

“Well, when we were at your passing-out ceremony I thought you looked really sexy in your smart police woman uniform.” I said.

 

“Thank you.” Clem smiled, "Although that's not the look we are supposed to be going for!"

 

“It’s just I couldn’t help but undress you in my mind. And imagine what you’d be like under your uniform, first in your undies and then completely naked. My bad?” I said guiltily, “And with your mum and dad there too!”

 

“You don’t have to imagine now. You’ve seen it all for yourself!” Clem giggled, “Am I anything like you imagined?”

 

“Even better!” I said.

 

“Aww. That’s sweet!” Clem purred, “Now we’ve confessed our sins I really need to get some sleep.”

 

“I guess so.” I replied, suddenly feeling weary, the unexpected turn of events during the course of the day had finally caught up with me.

 

“Good night.” Clem said, leaning in and giving me a small kiss on the cheek, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me today and over the past year.”

 

“You’re welcome.” I replied, “Good night.”

 

We laid in silence, both waiting to drift off to sleep; the sleep we both desperately longed for. I guess it was the unfamiliarity of laying so closely together that meant that the sleep we both yearned for didn’t come naturally. After a while Clem spoke:

 

“You still awake?”

 

“Yes. I can’t seem to drop off even though I feel really tired.” I confirmed.

 

“Me neither.” Clem sighed, “It’s been an exciting day.”

 

“It certainly has!” I agreed, “And not just at your passing-out do!”

 

“I’d almost forgotten about that.” Clem giggled, “I was thinking about what we’ve done since we got home.”

 

“So was I!” I chortled.

 

“I can’t believe we actually did it!” she grinned.

 

“Nor me!” I smiled, “I wasn’t expecting that!”

 

“You can say that again.” Clem rejoined, “I’m glad we did though.”

 

“Me too.” I affirmed.

 

“Would you mind if I held your thing again?” Clem asked, “It might help me sleep - a bit like a comfort blanket.”

 

“If you think it’ll help.” I replied, “Do what you want. Help yourself”

 

I perceived Clem shift in the bed and a few moments later I felt her long, gentle fingers wrap around my manhood as they had earlier. This time she didn’t stroke it, she just held it tenderly. The effect was soporific, within minutes we were both fast asleep.

 

That night I had the most vivid dream. We were back at Clem’s passing-out ceremony, taking drinks and nibbles on the lawn. Clem was dressed in her splendid uniform, looking stunning and sexy. I was in full ‘David Bailey’ mode taking pictures of her. Unlike the staid portraits that we’d taken earlier, I was encouraging Clem to be raunchier, to be more suggestive. Clem, normally so shy and reserved, was responding to my encouragement and embracing her inner sultry glamour model. As she posed ever more provocatively we were both oblivious to the rest of the crowd on the lawn, and they seemed impervious to what we were doing. Even Clem’s mum and dad were too busy eating and drinking to take any notice of us. I asked Clem to remove her uniform and without hesitation she happily stripped down to her white bra and panties. Then she unfastened her bra, removed it and tossed it casually onto the grass without a care in the world. She posed for me topless, seemingly unconcerned that everyone could see her tiny breasts. I then heard Clem’s mum’s detached voice unbelievably say: ‘Make sure you thank him properly – take your panties off and show him your pussy.’ Clem replied: ‘Alright mother, I will.’ Then she gave me an enigmatic smile and slowly pulled down her tiny panties. As she cavorted on the lawn naked I clicked away with my camera, amazed that she was showing me so much. I got some really close up shots of her tight little pussy as she spread her legs. Suddenly the camera was gone and I was starkers too [funny how you can do that in dreams]. We both frolicked naked together on the grass among the guests, some even stepped over us as we embraced, blind to what we were doing. Clem had hold of my manhood and was stroking it rhythmically. I was in heaven. She was whispering to me:

 

“Wakey, wakey.”

 

I gradually awoke, frustrated to be disturbed from my dream. Or was I still dreaming? I could feel that Clem was stroking my manhood so I must still be dreaming.

 

“Are you going to wake up?” she was saying, “You’ve been tossing and turning in your sleep.”

 

“S-sorry.” I stuttered, “Is it morning?”

 

“It is.” Clem said, “I’ve been playing with your thing for about fifteen minutes thinking that’ll wake you. It’s made my wrist hurt. I must admit it did make you smile in your sleep though.” she grinned.

 

“I’m sorry.“ I repeated, gradually becoming aware of my surroundings, “I was in the middle of a dream.”

 

”Oh, yes? What were you dreaming” Clem asked.

 

I summarised my dream to Clem as best as I could remember.

 

“I’d just got to the part where your panties were off and I was on the verge of giving your pussy a proper seeing-to!” I explained, “And then you went and spoiled it all by waking me up!” I added despondently.

 

Clem smiled at me then pushed the duvet back to expose our naked bodies. I could now see as well as feel that she was still stroking my manhood, which has responded appropriately..

 

“Well, as you can see, my panties are off.” she giggled, “And your thing looks ready. Do you want to give my pussy a ‘proper seeing-to’ now?”

 

“Can I?” I asked, taken aback by her directness.

 

“Of course. But I do have one condition.” Clem added cryptically.

 

“Yes?” I enquired sceptically.

 

“First, I want you to do what you did last night with your fingers inside me. That was magical. I’ve never been so aroused. Not even by Mr Blobby.” she laughed, “Once you’ve done that you can put your thing in and ‘see-to’ me to your heart’s content. Deal?”

 

“Deal!” I grinned.

 

Clem opened her legs; I placed my fingers on her vulva and started to gently caress it. I felt her outer lips part much more readily than they had the first time, and my fingers were soon probing inside. Her inner lips parted without hesitation. It was as if my fingers had remembered their way around since the last time they’d visited. I quickly located the tip of her clit, noting it was already bigger than the previous time – about the size of a pea – suggesting she was aroused in anticipation. Even though it was large enough to pluck straight away, I recalled how Clem had responded to my strumming action, so I did this first. Clem’s reaction was instant. She closed her eyes, contorted her face and bit her bottom lip in pure ecstasy.

 

“Oh my God! You found that quick!” she squealed, “You’ve got no idea how good that feels!”

 

I had a fairly good idea by the way her clit was responding to my touch. It was even bigger now – broad bean size. I pinched it between my index finger and thumb; I could sense it pulsing. I plucked at it tenderly; slowly at first and then with increasing rapidity and intensity. As I increased the pace and fervour of my tweaking she groaned louder, with more exuberance. I could feel her getting wet.

 

“Oh my God! That feels awesome!” she gasped, “If you’re going to put your thing in you better do it now, otherwise I’ll have finished before you’ve even started!” she half-gasped, half-laughed.

 

“Sure?” I asked.

 

“Just do it!” she pleaded, “Quick!”

 

As I had done the first time, I got on top of her. And, as before, I felt her long legs part and then wrap around me; there was much more urgency, more eagerness in her actions. I found myself being forced into her. She was running her finger tips up and down my back, occasionally digging her nails in. I responded by licking her nipples and occasionally biting them. The mixture of pleasure and pain was toxic. As I entered her, her pelvis thrust up vigorously to meet me. She was very wet now and I slid easily inside her. There was no resistance from her inner lips, they parted and soon I was deep inside her. Our passion was ferocious, primitive even. We rolled over frantically, our bodies entwined. From initially being on top I found I was soon underneath with Clem squatting on top of me, thrusting herself up and down my shaft with unbelievable savagery, as if she was possessed. I reached up and cupped her diminutive breasts in my hands, squeezing them like lemons. The look on her pretty face was lascivious and wild. She leaned over me and kissed me with an eagerness that I didn’t dream she was capable of. She sat back up, pushed down hard on my member and gave an ear-piercing cry. And with that it was over. She rolled off me and laid at my side, gasping fast and heavily. Her breathing gradually returned to normal and she was able to speak.

 

“Wow! That was great!” she said, although I got the impression she was talking to herself rather than me.

 

I couldn’t help but feel that I’d been used merely for her hedonistic gratification. I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy it – it had been great. But in the immediacy of the moment I felt as Mr Blobby must feel, used and then casually discarded. I think Clem sensed my discomfort.

 

“You okay?” she asked, “You seem quiet?”

 

“Exhausted!” I replied, “That was full-on!”

 

“It was!” she smiled, turning to face me, a broad grin spread across her face, “I should’ve known; you did tell me you were going to give my pussy a proper seeing-to.” she laughed.

 

“I did.”  I grinned, disarmed by her placating smile and demeaner.

 

“After that pounding it’s a good job I’ve got a few days off before I start back to work. I think I’m going to be walking funny for a little while!” she chuckled, “I hope they don’t put me on foot patrols first up!”

 

I know what she was enduring, my manhood had taken quite a battering too.

 

“Do you mind me asking what you expect to happen next?” she asked quizzically.

 

I hesitated before I answered, not sure what she was driving at. Did she mean right now? She couldn’t expect me to do that again so quickly, could she? She couldn’t be that insatiable. I was drained, physically, emotionally ….. and literally!

 

“How do you mean?” I replied, buying some time.

 

“It’s just I want to concentrate one hundred percent on my career for at least the next two years. I want to be at least as good, if not better, than my brother. So I’m not going to have time for a serious relationship, nor even for a casual one. Indeed, not for any relationship.” she explained, “What I’m trying to say, in a ham-fisted way, is that last night – and this morning – was a one-off, well a two-off!” she giggled, “I’m sorry if you were hoping for something more long term.”

 

Now I had to admit that until I saw Clem in her uniform yesterday I’d not really been attracted to her in a serious way. I knew she was a good-looking girl but, to my mind, she was still my best mate’s little sister. I'd never considered her as 'relationship material'.

 

“So this is where you say, ‘We can still be friends’?” I joked.

 

“I suppose it is.” Clem laughed, “Do you mind?”

 

“To tell you the truth Clem, I wasn’t expecting any of this.” I replied, “It’s been great. You’ve been great!”  

 

 “Thank you. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting it either. What we did came completely out of the blue.” Clem agreed, “But life can be like that; often the best things are spontaneous, unexpected.”

 

“That's true. We certainly went a lot further than I could ever imagine.” I admitted.

 

“Not according to your dream from last night.” Clem giggled, “You certainly had a good imagination then! Fancy fantasising that my mum told me to take off my panties and show you my pussy!” I can’t believe you actually dreamt that!”

 

“I know! My bad!” I sniggered, “We best keep that from your parents!”

 

“Oh, I will.” Clem said, “They needn’t know about any of this. And neither should Adrian. Agreed?”

 

“Agreed!” I confirmed, “By-the-way, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t do better than him. And I’m still annoyed that he wasn’t there for your big day.”

 

“Thank you. That means a lot.” Clem smiled, “Just think, if Adrian had come to my passing-out you wouldn’t have been able to – we were limited to three guests each. And none of this would have happened! We would never have ended up like this.”

 

As she spoke she pushed the duvet down to expose our naked bodies lying closely next to each other.

 

“That’s true!” I said, “Then I’m really pleased he let you down!”

 

“So am I!” Clem smiled, “I know the next couple of years are going to be hard work. But I’m up for it. A lot of that is down to you. Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome.” I smiled back, “Glad to be of service.”

 

“I’ve got one last favour.” Clem began, “If I get stressed out at work would you mind if I called you? Just for comfort, to take my mind off things.”

 

“Of course not.” I replied, “You know I’ll always be here for you if you need someone to talk to.”

 

“I wasn’t meaning to talk to.” Clem giggled girlishly.

 

“What then?” I asked, bemused.

 

“I would like you to do that thing with your fingers.” Clem sniggered

 

I looked at her perplexed.

 

“You know? That thing that you do with your fingers.” she repeated. I obviously looked none the wiser because she added, “In my pussy! Do I have to spell it out?”

 

“Oh that!” I exclaimed as the penny dropped, “I don’t want to put Mr Blobby out of a job.”

 

“Oh, don’t worry, Mr Blobby will still get plenty of action.” Clem laughed, “Just occasionally I might like something different. Especially if it’s been a demanding day at work. Well?”

 

“Of course!” I grinned, “Any time!”

 

“Thanks!” Clem beamed, “Obviously, you’ll be able to put your thing in there too.”

 

It was my turn to beam.

 

“Let’s just hope you have lots of demanding, stressful days!” I joshed.

 

“That’s not nice!” Clem laughed, “But I know what you mean.”

 

We looked at each other and smiled.

 

“I suppose we ought to get up and put some clothes on.” Clem said half-heartedly.

 

“Do we have to?” I sighed, “I’m quite happy lying here looking at your naked body.

 

It was my turn to push the duvet down. Clem didn’t seem at all flustered that her little tits were exposed.

 

“I’m afraid we have to.” Clem said, “My mother said she’d pop around this morning and she’s normally early. I wouldn’t want her to catch us like this.”

 

Clem swung her lovely long legs over the side of the bed and stood up. I stayed in bed, turning on to my side so that I could watch her. With her back to me she bent over and picked up her discarded undies from the floor, seemingly oblivious to the splendid vision she was affording me. Her bare bottom looked so slapable but I resisted the temptation. She turned back to face me, her delectable diminutive slit in full view. I watched enthralled as she pulled on her white panties. Next she put on her padded bra. I noted how she had to adjust the cups so that her teeny-weeny breasts appeared bigger. She wandered over to the wardrobe and selected her clothes for the day. She pulled on a pair of grey jogging bottoms and a baggy, grey, hooded sweatshirt. She returned to the bed, and sitting on the edge, pulled on a pair of white ankle socks. Watching Clem get dressed was almost as alluring as watching her strip. Certainly my member thought so!

 

Clem stood up and forcefully tugged the duvet from the bed, leaving my naked body fully uncovered.

 

“Time to get up!” she urged. Her eyes were naturally drawn to my exposed manhood, and seeing it was erect again, she added with a chuckle, “At least part of you is up!”

 

“Do we have to?” I whined, “Wouldn’t you rather get back in bed and play with this?” As I spoke I held my erection and waved it at her.

 

“I would.” Clem giggled, “But I doubt my mother would be too pleased. Knowing her she’ll probably come up here to make sure I’ve made my bed this morning.”

 

I huffed and reluctantly climbed out of bed. Following our exertions of the previous night the bed was a mess – it looked as if it’d been hit by a hurricane. We worked with one another to put the bedding straight. When Clem and I had been naked together I’d been quite relaxed about it. Now that Clem was dressed and I was still naked I suddenly got self-conscious. Embarrassingly I stayed erect. I noted that Clem couldn’t help but look at it. Occasionally, when we were close, she even brushed against it, whether accidentally or on purpose I’m not sure. When we were satisfied that the bed was at least presentable should Clem’s mum decide to carry out an inspection, we headed downstairs, Clem leading the way with me following on behind. As we left the bedroom Clem picked up my discarded boxers and teasingly held them out in front of me.

Halfway down the stairs Clem stopped and turned around to face me. Because she had descended more steps than I had her eye-line was level with my groin. She had a commanding, close-up view of my manhood, which was pointing directly at her. I could tell from her smile she was making the most of it.

 

“Can I have one more little feel of it before you get dressed?” she pleaded, “Just a quick one? Then I'll give you these back.” she continued, holding out my boxers.

 

I recalled that whenever she’d had a little feel of it previously it had quickly developed into something more physical and intense between us. Could we do it here, on the stairs? Was that even possible? From watching Clem get dressed I knew I could easily pull her jogging bottoms and panties down; and I was already naked so that wasn’t an issue. It was certainly worth a try!

 

“Just a quick one then.” I confirmed.

 

Looking down I watched captivated as Clem reached up and took my member in her delicate fingers. She gripped it tenderly and started to work it backwards and forwards, a look of concentration on her face which was no more than a few inches from it. She carefully pushed my foreskin back so that my purple dome was exposed. On seeing it she briefly looked up at my face and smiled. What she did next surprised and astounded me: she leant forward and took my member in her mouth, closing her thin lips around it. I gasped and instinctively put my hands down onto her head, took hold of her short hair and forced her mouth further up my shaft. She didn’t resist. As she worked her mouth on me I was in ecstasy; I groaned loudly. It had only been a matter of seconds but I wanted this sensation to go on for ever. Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. Above the noise of my lusty murmurs another noise became perceptibly more noticeable. It was a knocking sound which at first I thought was due to Clem and myself banging rhythmically against the staircase as we embraced. But we eventually deduced that the sound was more remote. It was coming from the front door.

 

“Shit!” Clem exclaimed, quickly removing my cock from her mouth, “That’ll be my mother!”

 

Now getting caught naked by Clem’s mum would be bad enough, but getting caught naked with my cock in her daughter’s mouth was a whole new level of awkwardness!

 

“If she lets herself in we’re in big trouble!” Clem gasped.

 

“Can she do that?” I said panicky.

 

“She does have a spare key but she normally waits for me to let her in.” Clem said reassuringly.

 

The knocking continued.

 

“Okay, here’s the plan.” Clem said, “I’ll go and let her in and try and stall her. You get dressed as quick as you can. Make it look like you slept on the sofa. And try and hide that thing!” she said, looking at my erection and giving it a harsh slap.

 

“Ouch!” I yelped, “That hurt!”

 

“That’s nothing compared to what my parents will do if they realise what we’ve been up to!” Clem flustered.

 

Clem was right. Her parents had always been very strict. I had been scared of them as a child and that fear hadn’t diminished much as I grew older. Clem’s dad had been a policeman at a time when they commanded respect, and were feared. I certainly feared him then – and now.

 

Clem ran down the remaining stairs with me close behind. Fortunately Clem’s front door opened into a small hallway separated from the living space by another door. Clem went into the hall, closing the first door behind her. She then opened it again and tossed my boxers to me.

"Sorry, you'll need these." she gasped.

I went into the living room pulling on my boxers. Due to the nature of our hostage / prisoner role-playing antics the previous night the rest of my clothes were scattered all over the room. I heard the front door open and Clem start talking to her mum. If they came straight into the living room now they would catch me in just my boxers. I was completely reliant on Clem’s ability to stall her mother. I tried not to think of that, instead concentrating on the hunt for my clothes.

 

After a desperate search I found my trousers and pulled them on. My belt was easy to find and I soon had that on too. I could hear Clem’s mum talking. I located my shirt and put that on. I breathed a sigh of relief: if they came in now at least I’d be decent. My socks took a while to locate but I found them and sat on the sofa to put them on. While I was there I quickly ruffled the throw to make it look like the sofa had been slept on. I heard the inner door opening and Clem peered in, fear etched on her face. I saw the relief wash over her as she spied me sitting on the sofa as nonchalantly as I could – with my clothes on. Clem swung the door confidently open and Clem’s mum entered.

 

I stood up to greet Clem’s mum and realised straight away that there was one thing I’d failed to do – I’d still got an erection. I dropped my hands in front of me to obscure the view. I just hoped Clem’s mum hadn’t noticed it. Clem worked out what my issue was and invited me to sit back down while she took her mum into the kitchen to make us all a coffee.

 

A couple of minutes later Clem emerged carrying two cups. She looked at me enquiringly, seeking assurance. I guessed what she was silently asking. I smiled and nodded confirmation that I was safely flaccid. Clem looked relieved and came and sat down next to me on the sofa, handing me one of the coffees. I took a quick swig; my mouth had suddenly gone dry. Clem’s mum followed soon after and sat on the only armchair in the room, which was directly opposite us. Clem’s mum sipped at her coffee then looked at me.

 

“Clem tells me you stayed over last night?”  she said.

 

I couldn’t tell if it was said by way of polite conversation or the start of an interrogation.

 

“I had a couple of glasses of wine to celebrate Clem’s achievement and I thought it best not to drive home.” I offered.

 

“Sensible.” Clem’s mum said, “And you slept on the sofa?” she added.

 

So perhaps it was an interrogation.

 

“Yes, it’s quite comfortable.” I said, patting the sofa cushion for effect.

 

“You should have slept in Clem’s bed.” Clem’s mum continued frankly.

 

“Mother!” Clem exclaimed in shock.

 

“I mean Clem should have offered you her bed as you are her guest. And she should have slept on the sofa.” Clem’s mum explained innocently, without realising how Clem and I had interpreted her words..

 

“With respect Mrs_C, Clem is much taller than me and wouldn’t fit on the sofa as well as I do.” I proffered by way of explanation.

 

“I expect the real reason is that Clem’s bedroom is a mess, and her bed unmade.” Clem’s mum continued, ”I’ll go up and inspect it later.”

 

Clem and I exchanged a knowing look. I took another sip at my coffee, although it was hot I was drinking it as fast as I could so that I could make my excuses and leave. I wasn’t comfortable with the way the questioning was going and I was concerned that at any moment I’d slip up and say something inappropriate.

 

“I trust Clem thanked you properly for all you’ve done for her?” Clem’s mum asked.

 

I looked at Clem and we smiled at each other knowingly, recalling that Clem’s mum had said much the same in my dream last night before instructing Clem to take her panties off and show me her pussy.

 

Just as in my dream, Clem replied, “‘Alright mother, I will.” and winked at me.

 

“Make sure she does.” Clem’s mum instructed me.

 

“Oh, I will Mrs_C.” I confirmed, “I will.” I returned a wink to Clem.

 

“Did you like Clem in her uniform?” Clem’s mum asked, “Or do you prefer her out of it?”

 

I spluttered and nearly choked on my coffee.

 

“S-sorry Mrs_C.” I stuttered, “How do you mean?”

 

I dare not say what I was thinking; that I preferred her out of everything – stark naked. Clem was looking at me nervously, obviously concerned what I was going to say next.

 

“Clem’s father and I think she looks really smart in her uniform.” Clem’s mum continued proudly, “We just wish she’d dress up a bit more out of uniform. Just look at the state of her now – she looks like a hoodrat.”

 

“I thought Clem looked well-turned out in her uniform – really stylish.” I agreed, “But I can understand the need to dress-down in between shifts. She still looks good to me, even in her casual wear.”

 

“If you say so.” Clem’s mum said dismissively.

 

Clem shot me a smile that said, ‘Thank you’. I gulped down the rest of my coffee and stood up.

 

“I really must be going.” I said, “Goodbye Mrs_C.”

 

“I’ll see you out.” Clem said, also standing up.

 

Clem’s mum said, “Goodbye” as Clem accompanied me to the door. Once we were in the hallway and the door to the living room was closed behind us we both gave a huge sigh of relief.

 

“I think we got away with it.” Clem murmured, “Just!”

 

“I think so.” I whispered back, “You were right about her checking you’d made your bed.” I laughed.

 

”She’s probably up there now doing an inspection.” Clem grinned, “I thought you were going to lose it when she said she hoped I’d thanked you properly for all you’ve done for me.” Clem giggled.

 

“I very nearly did!” I sniggered, “I was thinking about what she said in my dream.”

 

“So was I!” Clem smiled, “I thought about telling her that I’d already thanked you by removing my panties and showing you my pussy.”

 

“Probably best not to tell her that!” I chuckled, “Quick hug before I go?” I asked, hopefully.

 

“Of course!” Clem gleamed.

 

We were already close as the hallway was cramped with barely room to swing a cat; we stepped in even closer and wrapped our arms around each other. We kissed lightly, not passionately as we had last night. I ran my hands down her back and slipped them inside her joggers. I felt the top of her little panties and slid my hands inside those too. I caressed and squeezed the cheeks of her bottom.

 

“Mmmm. That’s naughty.” she purred, “Now do that at the front.”

 

“Sorry?” I whimpered, not catching what she had said.

 

“Stroke my pussy.” she ordered.

 

Keeping my hand inside her panties I moved it round so that it was flat against her vulva. I rubbed her gently.

 

“Oh my God! I love it when you do that!” she uttered under her breath, “It’s so exciting!”

 

I rubbed her more intensely and she started groaning.

 

“Not too loud.” I urged her, “Your mum is just the other side of the door.” I reminded her.

 

“I know!” she replied in a hushed tone, “That makes it even more thrilling!”

 

I must admit I found the increased jeopardy of knowing we could be caught at any time mind-blowingly exhilarating.

 

“Pull them down!” Clem instructed.

 

“What?” I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

 

“Pull my joggers down.” Clem directed, “And my panties.”

 

“Are you sure?” I questioned, “Your mum could come out and see us any second.”

 

“I know! Wonderfully arousing isn’t it?” she breathed, “Do it, please”

 

I pulled her joggers and panties down so that her pussy was exposed again, but not so low that she couldn’t pull them up quickly if needs be.

 

“I don’t suppose you expected to see that again so soon?” she giggled.

 

“I didn’t.” I confirmed, taking in the unexpected view of her delightful little pussy, and noticing that it was a lot redder than the first time I'd seen it.

 

“Kiss it.” she commanded.

 

“S-sorry?” I stammered; I’d heard what she said, and knew what she meant; I just couldn’t believe she was so risqué.

 

“Kiss my pussy.” she instructed.

 

Reluctantly I got down on my knees and kissed her as she had asked. I was terrified that at any moment the door would open and Clem’s mum would find us in this compromising position. There was absolutely no way we would be able to come up with an innocent explanation for what we were up to. ‘Ah, Mrs C, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing down here? Well, you see, your daughter has got a pear drop stuck in her vagina and I’m just sucking it out’ was hardly going to cut it as a plausible explanation!

 

“That feels fantastic!” Clem murmured, “But you better stop now otherwise I’m going to orgasm again.”

 

I stood up, relieved. It wasn’t that I wasn’t enjoying what I was doing - I was, immensely - it’s just I was terrified of getting caught. Clem pulled her panties and joggers up.

 

“That was fun!” she smiled, “If my mum wasn’t here you could have put your thing in again and had me right here in the hallway. I was tempted to let you do it anyway.”

 

“I think I would’ve been too nervous for that.” I admitted, “But I will come back and do it anytime you want. You only have to ask.”

 

“Don’t worry, I will.” Clem smiled, “I’ve put your number in ‘Quick dial! And if you don’t respond straight away, I’ll come around and arrest you!” she beamed.

 

“Promises, promises!” I giggled, waving goodbye as I left.

 

THE END

 

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