Before long, Zach was beginning to moan and grind his crotch against mine, sinking his cock as far into me as it could go. The idea of making Zach cum purely by riding his cock turns me on so much that I ramp up the intensity of hip movements. Zach braces his hands around my hips as he starts to regain control, fucking into me had, showing me very little mercy. Now it seems that we’re competing with each other, trying to find out who can make him reach his orgasm quicker. Would my cock riding finish him off, or is he only into using women’s holes as fucktoys, I wondered to myself. If the latter is the case, I’m going to do what I can to change that.
I try to force Zach’s hip lower and lower with each release of my weight until he’s flat on the bed and unable to fully push himself into me. Once he’s in the position I want him in, I turn around and bounce my ass on his cock, giving Zach a wonderful view of my behind, and penetrating me in a way that feels as though it could end my life whilst simultaneously giving me life.
I keep my increasingly imminent orgasm to myself and use Zach’s cock as my very own sex toy. Without paying attention, I seem to drain all of Zach’s energy through his member. His hands fall to his sides as we both reach our climaxes. He empties himself inside of my while I clench onto his ejaculating penis with intense might.
He sits up to give me a hug and kiss me incessantly.
“That was incredible. I love you so much-- God, I love you so fucking much, Kayla”, he says as he slowly, almost thoughtlessly humps me.
“I love you, too”, I tell him. “Thank you for everything.”
Chapter Eleven - Kayla
At 5am, I have to wake up with all of my fellow recruits. Every day. It’s not unlike what I’ve been doing this past month, but now I don’t have the option to wake up next to Zach. For the next 6 months, I’m forced to deal with this new lifestyles.
Adjusting to this new life as a police academy recruit has been difficult but I go to sleep every night feeling victorious. To reiterate, I’m not religious. But before going to sleep, I imagine having a conversation with Dad as if he were right next to me. I’m no psychology expert, but I know that I’m just talking to myself, acting the way I think my father would, saying what I think my father would say. Each night I hear him telling me he’s proud of me. To keep going no matter how hard things get. All kinds of advice I’ve heard from him before in life. It’s comforting.
Zach’s presence is also comforting to me through this difficult time.
I see him regularly after breakfast and talk to him somewhat often during my study period. On occasion, the two of us have managed to sneak off in the night for a romp in the woods or behind a building. Although ‘on occasion’ may be a bit generous. ‘Twice’ and ‘for less than five minutes’ may be more accurate. The four Fridays that have passed since I first showed up at The Academy have been spent at The Academy. It seems that our date nights may happen even less often than we originally thought.
I’ll be seeing him today, though. He’s in charge of physical training and firearm education for recruits. So that’s something to look forward to.
Partly, at least.
While I do look forward to seeing Zach later this afternoon, my mind wanders to the worst possible places and I end up thinking about Zach cheating on me with other recruits. I know for a fact that he wouldn’t do something like that. We’ve talked to each other about being unfaithful and how we both would rather break up than cheat on one another. Thankfully, that was a short conversation that ended amicably.
Still, I find myself imagining the worst situations. Only because I don’t have much else to stimulate my mind. The academic work we do is easy and that’s coming from someone who wasn’t a great student in high school.
As the day progresses, I find myself growing less cynical and more excited about seeing Zach. The slowest part of my day is studying basic law, mostly because our instructor is such a slow talker, drawing out his syllables as long as he possibly can. That, and I ended up sitting next to a fellow recruit named Scarlett Hill. Blonde, pretty, but absolutely insufferable. I’ve had a few interactions with her before today, but they were fairly short. Today however, I was stuck next to her for what seemed like eternity.
Her vapid nature made me see her as the stereotype people think of when they hear “hot blonde”. Every chance she had, she leaned over to me to whisper some nonsense she surely found as comedic or witty.
“That’s funny and all”, I whispered through gritted teeth, “but you should really be writing some of this stuff down”, I tell her in an attempt to get her to stop talking to me.
She scoffs loudly, turning some nearby heads. “Please. This is basic stuff. As long as you have the textbook, you can pass the test. All this guy is doing is regurgitating passages from the textbook.”
Scarlett is right but that doesn’t make me want to listen to her say anything else. Her voice is so annoyingly typical of people that look like her. All of her sentences end with a question mark, and she seems to lack a basic frame of reference for how loud or quiet someone should be in a classroom.
This is the last class I have to endure before being reunited with Zach and Scarlett is doing everything to make sure I feel as though I’m trapped in this law class for the rest of my life.
As the minute hand ticks away, I find myself growing more and more easily irritated by Scarlett’s antics. She goes from talking to me while the instructor does his job, to sketching some crude, immature doodles, to throwing scraps of paper sitting in front of us. It blows my mind how someone who isn’t in middle school could act so foolishly, especially when she’s surrounded by competitive recruits eager to report others to get ahead. Scarlett is blissfully unaware of where she is and it scares me to think that a person like her could have a future as a police officer.
The phrase “saved by the bell” has never rang more true than the moment the clock’s hands finally landed on 2pm.
I run out of the classroom, leaving Scarlett and everything I was supposed to be learning far behind me. Scarlett’s voice calls out to me, but I ignore her and head straight towards Zach. His classroom is only 6 doors down, but in the same way that time warped while I was sitting next to Scarlett, space now seemed to warp. The floor underneath me seems to stretch like a scene from a horror movie or a Tool music video. And just like in a horror movie, I feel the cold hand of my tormentor fall on my shoulder.
“You’re going to physical training right now, aren’t you”, Scarlett asks.
This day continues to disappoint and distress. I politely nod my head, choking back all of the horrible things I want to shout at her.
“That’s great”, she squeals. “I am, too. And I love this teacher. He’s hot. I think he’s into me.”
There are only so many horrible things life can throw at me before I start to unravel, and this might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. “What makes you think he likes you”, I ask as nonchalantly as possible, despite the anger and jealousy boiling underneath the surface.
Scarlett laughs, “I don’t know. I think he’s pretty hot, and I’ve let him know that I think he’s hot. Once I plant the seed, it’s only a matter of time before the guy I want tells me he wants me back.”
“So you don’t have any proof that he’s into you”, I say, attempt to digest the ramblings of this mad person.
“No solid proof. Yet, anyway”, she declares.
In an attempt to keep her from hitting on or flirting with Zach, I ask her if she’s worried about getting in trouble trying to date an instructor.
“First of all, I don’t want to date him. I want to fuck him. Secondly, police academies are like… the hotels Olympic athletes stay at. It’s an all-out fuck fest. Instructors aren’t normally involved from what I’ve heard, but that can change”, she boasts.
I shake my head, and try playing off my rage as playful jesting. “You’re insane”, I laugh. I should consider taking up acting. I almost made myself believe that I could be friends with this nar
cissist.
The two of us get to Zach’s classroom, apparently being the last in the class. Everyone stares at us as we get to the last two available seats, serendipitously being two that are right next to each other.
After taking attendance, Zach leads the class out to the field where we’d do some basic exercises followed by some ventures on the campus’s obstacle course. While we all walk out to the field, I speedily walk up to Zach who is in the middle of a conversation with another female recruit. I butt in between them and ask him how he’s doing.
He looks at me, bewildered by my interruption, “Uh, I’m doing fine, Recruit. I hope you’re ready for the obstacle course. You did fine last week, but let’s try to beat that time.” He then walks away from me, continuing the conversation I cut short.
I understand that we have to act as though we have no relation to each other, but the relationship we were just starting to cultivate seems to be pushed to the side because of this. The two of us have to exist as strangers for six more months, and I don’t know how well I can handle that much time putting up a facade. There’s a distance growing between us. The space between us is growing so much so that a woman like Scarlett does have the opportunity to take my place. Her or any of these other young, attractive recruits.
This thought haunts me for the remainder of the class, turning me into a kind of zombie, just going through the motions until Zach pulls me to the side while some recruits run through the obstacle course.
“I understand what we’re doing isn’t ideal, but you cannot act out of line while I’m working and while you should be worrying about taking in the information instructors are giving out”, he warns me, berating me like someone would their child. He sees how disappointed I am and takes a step back, realizing how harsh his words may have come off. “Kayla. I love you. I do. But we can’t jeopardize our positions here--”
“You’re not cheating on me, are you?”
Zach throws his eyebrows up. “I’m sorry?”
I place both of my hands over my face to cover up the immediate wash of shame I felt. “No, no. I’m sorry. I know you’re not cheating on me. I’ve just been having a hard time being away from you and acting like… like you’re not the love of my life.”
Zach looks into my eyes and smiles warmly. “I know exactly how you feel, darling. It’s not easy for me either. Not only can I not spend any significant amount of time with you, but I have to watch you run and go through that obstacle course while trying to hide my erection”, he says stifling some laughter.
I can’t help but laugh with him. “You get boned up watching me? Mr. Clark, how inappropriate”, I joke.
He truthfully admits to regularly having to hide his boners with his clipboard.
I bite my lip, “Well, now that I know that, I might take a bit longer trying to cross that obstacle course.”
Without thinking, I lean in for a kiss but Zach rightfully (and disappointedly) stops me with both arms.
“Not here, Kayla. We can’t.”
It pains me to know that he’s right and that acting on pure impulse could get us both in immense trouble that could ruin our lives. I need to act on impulse. I need him.
Chapter Twelve - Kayla
The moon is the only light that helps me see on my journey to the instructor’s dorms. I heard it through the grapevine that most instructors refuse to use the dorms they’re assigned and instead drive home to sleep on their King sized mattresses with their respective partners. Zach, on the other hand, has no problem spending his nights on campus. He did so often whenever he stayed late, or simply had no real reason to head home after his classes.
Having paid close attention to the location of his car in the faculty parking lot after classes were finished, I was able to deduce that tonight was one of the nights he’d be spending on campus.
No other instructors were accompanying him. He’d be all alone.
Save for me.
I was able to sneak out of my dormitory easily enough. Whoever was in charge of patrolling the halls must not have been doing their job.
Sneaking into the instructors’ dorm was a bit more difficult. The door was locked, and without my phone, I had no way of contacting Zach. I climbed in through the only window that wasn’t closed and locked, and found my man fast asleep, in a white undershirt and some navy blue boxer briefs. The outline of his cock started to shift, and grow. I figure he must be having a great dream. That or, he can somehow feel my presence.
I get on the bed and watch him peacefully sleep. Part of me wants to let him enjoy his rest, but knowing that I have very limited options, I choose to get to work.
After slowly climbing onto bed with him, I reach into his underwear and slide his slowly growing cock through his boxers’ easy access opening. The short amount of time we’ve spent away from each other must have warped my perception because I find the dick I hold in my hand to be immense. Impossible as it may be, it seems as though Zach’s cock has grown a couple of inches since it last stretched me out. I use the light of the moon to make sure it’s Zach’s cock I’m grabbing and not a police academy instructor who doubles as a pornstar.
It’s definitely Zach the cock is attached to.
I kiss the tip of his penis, and watch as his whole body reacts. Twitches here and there. A groggy groan. I swirl my tongue around his cock’s head, slowly, letting my saliva drip down his shaft, getting it nicely lubricated.
“K-Kayla”, a sleepy Zach grumbles as he sits up. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, nothing.”
I take his whole cock in my mouth until it’s so far down my throat, I choke on it. I try to breathe through only my nostrils but find it impossible to do. Pornstars are real artists with what they can do with cocks. Fortunately, Zach seems to enjoy the sound of someone choking on his manly girth. He lays back down on his bed and enjoys the service I have to offer him.
“You like that”, I ask.
“Mmmhmmm”, he moans dreamily.
“Then you’ll love this”, I tell him as I place his cock between my tits. He instantly lifts his head to make sure he’s not imagining what’s happening. I hold my breasts against his member and bounce them furiously, stroking Zach quickly. I lean my head down to plant a wet kiss each time his penis pokes out from between my cleavage, until I see some pre-ejaculate start to leak from his beautifully engorged head.
I move up on the bed and straddle him, carefully sliding his penis into me. As I bury his cock between my folds, Zach wakes up more and more with each inch of his that enters me.
“Fuck”, he grunts. “Looks like you need to be stretched out again.”
He pushes me back and holds my ankles up above my head, penetrating me so deeply it hurts. No amount of masturbation with or without a dildo can prepare for me for Zach’s unbelievable girth and length. Zach continues to hold my ankles high above my head as he plows into me, slowly picking up speed with each push.
“I’ve missed you”, I whimper.
“Not as much as I’ve missed you”, he assures me. Zach releases his grip from my ankles, stops fucking me, and looks deep into my eyes. “Really, Kayla. It’s hell being without you.”
I stare back into his soul just as deeply and tell him the truth I’ve been holding onto since arriving at The Police Academy. “I know. I hate not being able to be with you every day. We went from not talking to each other for years, to seeing each other every day, and now we’re stuck unable to even act like we know each other for what, the next 6 months?”
Having ruined the mood, I move my hips up and away from Zach’s now shrinking penis.
“I’m sorry”, I tell him. “I just… really love you and having to act like we don’t know each other is starting to weigh on me emotionally.”
To his credit, Zach doesn’t get upset about not being able to have sex with me. Instead he grabs me tight and kisses my forehead. “Honey”, he says, “we’re going to be okay. We’re nearly done with this month. 5 months will be nothing. Then
we’ll go back to our weekly date nights, and sex on a regular basis.”
“Just five more months”, I ask.
“That’s it. Then we’ll be back together. Heck, I’d even be happy to have you move in with me.”
I shoot up and read his face to make sure he’s not pulling my leg. He’s smiling, but not because he’s playing a joke on me. “You’re serious?”
“I am”, he answers.
“I would absolutely love that”, I shout falling into his arms. Zach receives me with more kisses and lies back down on his side with me as his little spoon. “So I just have to graduate and we could move in together, huh?”
“If you’d like. I certainly like that idea”, he whispers as he pulls me in closer.
The silence we sit in is peaceful, and the dim light reflecting off the moon only heightens the serenity we both feel in that moment. Unfortunately, it’s not meant to last.
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