"You've done too much already."
"But this time you'd be doing something for me."
His name was Vince LoFranco and he had a talent for smiling a lot.
He took her to a restaurant called Little Italy. It was her first visit there. Delicious food. On the way out he pointed to a table near the door. The occupants looked like a lovely old couple taking their children out for Sunday dinner. Kay was quizzical as to why he was pointing to the innocuous table.
"That's where Joey the Pimp was shot to death. Right there where the little girl with the braids is sitting."
"Oh."
"Would you like to see some of the countryside?"
A twinge went through her body. The last time somebody offered to show her the sights she'd lost her virginity.
"I'm open to new thrills."
Vince's face lit up and he smiled. Kay noticed he had cute dimples.
They sped past town with its ever increasing crop of skyscrapers. The slums were above them as they continued north on the West side of town. Kay noticed a large round grey structure dominating the green slope of a park. It looked like a Greek temple, only round.
Vince pulled the car into a narrow parking area like those scenic turn-outs along highways. She saw the polluted river, the polluted night sky and grimy buildings along the horizon. She saw the abused lawn of the park, and the scrawled-upon colorless cement and stone of the uninspired public works that money-conscious civil servants choose to erect for the enhancement of the lives of those who spend their days living with the monstrosities.
Kay looked around. There were a few cars parked. As the headlights of passing cars back-lit one, she saw there was a couple necking in the one closest to them. That's when she realized that this policeman who was so nice was on the make.
At first she got uptight. But he took his time. He didn't move toward her or put his arm on the back of the seat.
Vince's was the subtlest maneuver a man had ever used on Kay. And it worked. By the time he stopped chatting she was completely fascinated by him. He smiled like an innocent. She'd seen him as the efficient policeman, the interesting storyteller, the charming dinner companion and now, she thought, as the seducer. She liked all of them.
Vince didn't make a move. Kay was sitting tight, smiling her best smile, holding her back straight to make the most of her bustline and trying to be as winning as possible because right then she wanted to be cuddled like the girl in the car parked next to them.
It was maddening! She thought she'd have to jump him. Still he didn't make a move. All he did was smile and stare at her.
Kay's heartbeat sounded like an elephant stamping his feet. She couldn't stand it any longer.
"What's holding you back?"
"I guess it's because you seem much more mature than you actually are. You are only sixteen."
Of course, even to a cop of twenty or so, Kay was jail bait. Of all the people to be aware of the ramifications of screwing an underaged girl, a policeman was the one.
"I maybe jail bait to you, but you're not jail bait to me."
Kay leaned over and kissed him as passionately as she could. His mouth was quick to respond, but he didn't move his hands. She took a healthy breath and kissed him again, putting a little tongue into it. He moved his mouth well. She liked the heat of his body. She turned in his arms and her shoulder blade hit the horn.
Her aggressive approach was blasted into thin air by the sudden noise. Kay was lying across his chest, and they just laughed. He raised his hands then and cradled her while they let the laugh die of its own exhaustion. He didn't take his hands away.
"Oh, that's wonderful. I wish you'd never stop."
"You really like necking, don't you?"
"I do, I do."
"Good. So do I."
Vince reached under the seat and moved the catch so that seat would slide back. It glided into place and locked with a metallic "clank".
"Isn't it late?"
"Not so late we can't knock off a piece before we have to split."
"But my folks… they might get anxious."
"No more anxious than mine."
That struck Kay as odd because she had never thought of a policeman as having parents who waited up for him to come home. Naturally, most twenty year olds had parents who still demanded to know where their offspring had been till such a late hour. What must it be like to have a cop living in your house? How do you play parent to such a son?
Their lips met again. They were necking. Gradually, after some warm kisses, his hands began to come alive. They supported her back. He slid over so he wasn't behind the wheel. Kay felt pleased when his hands began to explore her body. In a moment his passion was aroused and he fondled her lovingly.
Kay pressed her cheek against his. It was slightly warm to her touch. He withdrew his hand, leaned over and opened the window slightly. They needed the air because his windshield was beginning to fog up. He didn't come back to her, he turned and reached over the back seat and locked the doors.
When he turned around, he smiled and encircled her with his well-developed arm. She felt more female than she ever had in her life. He turned her on.
Vince puckered his full rich lips and planted them softly on her earlobe. His strong fingers played in her hair. He exhaled slowly and directed it at her neck, her ears, her eyelids. When she looked into his eyes she saw somebody different. He wasn't the boy next door, he was a handsome young man aware he was getting a hard-on.
Vince closed his arms around Kay and kissed her in the sweetest way imaginable, on the lips. What a touch! She melted. Quickly, she glued her mouth to his. They kissed and kissed. Before much time had passed his hands were doing more than cradling her next to his trim body. They were following the curve of her shoulders and back. His kisses landed on her neck and behind her ears. His fingers romped over her.
Kay let her body weight rest on his strong legs. His mouth was warm and she was excited by the little bit of suction his lips made on her skin. She let her tongue tell him she wanted more of him. His hands came to her front and toyed with her collarbone. She stayed still. With his face up close to hers he slipped his hands slowly into her blouse.
Without being conscious of it they somehow slid out level on the narrow seat. Kay's legs were across his thighs. He was leaning over her, propped up on his elbows. Their lips bounced off each other's.
He was kissing her on the chest and undoing her jeans at the same time. He had to getup and tug them off her. It was some job in the confined space. When they were off and on the floor by the pedals he calmly drew her panties off her smooth slender legs.
Vince planted a row of kisses down her body and when he got to her pudenda he introduced his tongue to her hairs. She was dizzy with the thrill of his worshipful lips caressing her cunt. Long strokes of Vince's tongue awakened her turned-off nerve ends and she began to shift her hips to increase the friction of his flesh rubbing against hers. She could hear the sucking noises his mouth was making. It was a good sound.
His hands were on her buttocks and helped pull her cunt to his face. He must have liked breathing the confined air through the filter of her pubic hair. It seemed natural for him to be with her this way.
Kay put her hand on his head and encouraged him to eat her pussy. She liked the feel of his face fitting between her legs. She liked the texture of his curly black hair falling against her belly. She liked the soft pinching of his lips on her labias. Suddenly her body froze. His educated tongue was touching her bud of pleasure Kay drew in her breath quickly. Her heart beat twice as fast.
Vince enthusiastically flicked his tongue back and forth between the lips of her warm cunt. He kept swallowing to thrill her more. He'd do anything to make a girl feel right.
Kay wanted to feel his mouth on her everywhere. She let go of his nice head and began tugging her blouse. It was one of those wrap-around numbers with a tie in the back. She had difficulty getting it untied. She pulled and finally got the garment off. When her breasts were bare, his hands crawled up to the tips of her nipples and his fingers slid across their firm caps. Her head was dancing.