Free Officer Bad Boy by Shana James Page B

quenched. Her fingers were soaked with her lady cum.
    That would have been so much better with a big, strapping man with a fat cock between my thighs.
    Melissa composed herself, then went to have a chat with her mother. She was glad to be home for a visit after she'd been away so many months.  She didn't get to visit her parents as often as she'd like because her work was so demanding. But, she tried to make the most of her trips there when she could. This one would be quick. She was taking the first flight out the next morning so she could get back to her own place in the city that she loved, Washington, D.C.
    "Well, look who decided to join us. Good morning!" her mother joked as soon as she walked into the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"
    "Mom, I can't eat some big breakfast and have my stomach looking as if I'm three months pregnant at the wedding!"
    "I am most certainly not suggesting that you eat a "big breakfast". But, if you go to that ceremony with an empty stomach, should you find yourself being picked up from the floor after being accosted with smelling salts, don't say I didn't warn you."
    Her mother's thick southern accent made her chuckle, and convinced her to eat at least a little something before she got dressed for the ceremony. 
    "Where's dad?" she asked as she realized she hadn't seen or heard him since she woke up.
    "Where else? In that damned garage working on that pickup. I dunno why he doesn't have that old jalopy dragged on away from here."
    Melissa laughed, "Leave the old man alone. I'm going to get dressed."
    She went back into her bedroom and began unpacking the items she'd need for the wedding. She sent a group text to some friends who'd be there: See you bitches, soon!
    Then, she got started. She primped and coiffed, smoothed and cinched until she was thoroughly satisfied with herself. She felt like a million bucks and she knew she'd turn more than a few heads at the ceremony. I may not have a man, but at least I look like I should have one.
    She told her parents goodbye, then headed towards her destination. When she arrived, she felt like a fool for going there with her single self. What the hell was I thinking?
    Couples were filing into the church arm in arm, smiling, as they headed inside to witness two people declare their undying love for one another for all of eternity. The ceremony was brief and touching.  She sat with some old high school pals, but they weren't able to speak until after the ceremony.
    "If it isn't Melissa Franks.  All grown up and all grown out.  You are, indeed, wearing that dress just as well as I thought you would," declared Clinton Darlings, former captain of the men’s basketball team and the object of every girl’s desire when they were in school.
    "Hi, Clinton," she responded dryly. His wife walked up dragging two little ones behind her as she held an even smaller one in her arms. Her facial expression read: PISSED.
    "Clinton!? Did you seriously just leave me to get these children into the car all by myself? These are your friends! The least you could do was be helpful since you insisted we come here, today.  Ugh!"
    Clinton winced at Melissa, “Nice seeing you again, M!” and chased after his wife as she blew right past them without missing a beat.  Melissa laughed as she watched Clinton shouting after his enraged bride.  She spent a few minutes catching up with old friends, then got into her rental car to head to the reception.
    When she arrived, she was informed that she'd be sitting at a special table with old friends. Great. They'll be digging into my personal business the entire time. Shit.
    She followed the usher to her table and she could feel the eyes crawling all over her. Eyes filled with lust, envy and hate.  She smiled inside. She might not have been there with a date, but she was every man's desire and every woman’s disdain in the massive reception hall.  She added an extra twist to her hips to stir up some trouble as she sashayed to her