Epiphanies Ch. 03

EPIPHANIES

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Chapter 3

(time for a change up.)

So who the fuck is this guy?

He doesn't look like a cop but he's standing there next to Bill like he owns the scene. Nice shoes.

I walked over.

"Next of kin Bill?" I asked. "Out in Montco, we can call the locals and ask for a car to go to his address."

The stranger held up his phone. "I have them in my contacts."

Without a by your leave he tapped the call button and spoke to someone, probably the victim's wife. He was handling it with half his mind because the other half was checking me out. Not that there was much for him to see with my ballistic on. I guess that helped him figure out where my eyes are because I was looking at him and he was looking at me. Two can play this game hondo. He was erect and athletic looking but had a gauntness about him like he was recovering from something.

Those eyes...

Fuck me on hood of my car with lights and siren, those eyes. Knowing, wicked and somehow kind. Seen some shit eyes. Green? Steel gray? The fuck if I know and I'm trained to catalog that shit.

Fuck girl. Get control.

"Do you all need anything from me?" he asked. "Did you find the waybill in the car?"

He pulled out a business card and held it up. "I can shoot you an electronic copy Monday if you need."

"We found it" Bill my ex said. He reached for the card. "Julia?"

"You guys got here first," I smirked. "The paperwork is all yours."

It was a lie of course. When you're a cop there's always paperwork. Keyboard work really. But the state got the lion's share this time.

"As apropos to nothing," tall dark stranger pulled out a second card, "we always give deep discounts to vets and emergency service people."

"Veterinarians?" The weird sense of humor I got from my Dad pops out at the worse times.

I didn't take the card limo guy was offering. I know he saw both our name tags and he's gonna offer his card to me in front of, as far as he knows, my husband? Da fuck?

Bill rolled his eyes. "Julia..."

"Don't mansplain me Tonto." He hated the pet name I had tried to hang on him in the bedroom, especially when I used it in front of others.

But that eye roll had brought out my full blown bitch. "I know what a vet is. It was a joke. Jeez...

"Little league tomorrow, you know I got the duty, don't be late."

I walked away.

Fucker was always like that. Every couple is the Odd Couple. There's always a Felix and an Oscar. Guess which of us was which? Had been. Past tense. It's a big part of why we're exes. That and the sex, lack thereof I mean. Fuck but I need to get laid.

So I went back to my ugly blue and white cruiser hating my frumpy blue uniform and the cool new slate gray state trooper cars. It even has "trooper" right on the freaking side for cripes sake. How fucking cool is that to go with their strak gray uniforms? I have to admit Bill looked damned good in his... Fuck them and fuck me for a hormonal bitch.

I sat and did my keyboard work one eye on the agent of chaos herding his prom kids into the new limo. It was so cute when the guys all picked up their dates so they wouldn't have to walk in this shit in heels. Ah youth.

The limo turned on his turn signal and waited to get into traffic. Yeah, not happening with the rubberneckers slowing down and making it pile up. My lights were already on natch, so I just hit my "Get the fuck out of my way" button and pushed my nose just far into the lane to give the limo its chance.

Off it went. Without thinking I memorized the plate. Habit.

All I wanted to do was get through the shift and get home. I was surprised when things seemed to be going fairly well. It was downright jarring how that contrasted with my mood. The cynical demon in me kept hoping the shit would hit the pot just to validate my 'tude.

It was around two in morning when a limo went by me with it's taillight dangling. Guess what the license plate was? Yep.

I got up right on his ass before hitting the lights and giving my siren a "yes you, asshole" chirp. There are some parts of the job you gotta love.

He pulled over smoothly and so did I, like a dance move. Where the fuck did that come from?

I got out and walked to his window. It was already down.

"Is there a problem officer... Windsong." That last was an up note. Yeah yeah nice to see you too handsome.

"You're tail light is dangling." I was curt. "License, registration and insurance."

His eyes went heavenward. He sighed and started pulling out documents. "May I get out?"

"Please remain in the vehicle."

"I can fix it." He said. "Betsy does this all the time."

"Betsy?" I gave him the eyebrow.

"Family thing. We all have cars named for us."

"What's yours?" My mouth asked before my brain could catch it. What the fuck is with this guy? He's already got me peer to peer like he had Bill. Disconcerting when you're used to spending your working day as an authority figure.

"Junior." He said. "They wanted to name it 'Little Dave' but I put my foot down."

"Little?" Shit. Mouth, shut up!

"Yeah, I know." He smiled. "Dad is 'Big Dave.'"

And we were standing at the rear of his car. How the hell did that happen? He fobbed open the trunk and started rummaging in a milk crate tucked to one side. I saw mostly cleaning supplies and such, an ice scraper and apparently a roll of clear packing tape. He held it up. "I'm going to pull out a wee little pocket knife, okay?"

I stepped back two paces. My hand almost went to my gun but not quite.

He started attaching the tail light with the tape. "How goes your shift?"

"Not as bad as expected," I replied. "How's your driver?"

"Too soon to tell, know more tomorrow." Unbidden he added "Mike was the guy Dad had teach me the ropes driving limos."

"That sucks... I mean..."

"Yeah." He straightened up. "That should do it. It's the clips. Cheap plastic."

"Yeah." Now I'm echoing. "Look, I imagine the kids in the back are getting antsy."

"I can't think of them as kids. Not much older and... never mind."

Bingo. Vet. Explains a lot.

"But yeah, I need to be going." He started for the front of the car but turned. "Listen..."

"Yes?"

"Seriously, you and your friends should use a limo if you decide to a girls night out or something. It's the best way for you all to be safe and such." He offered his card again.

This time I took it. "Okay."

Without thinking I handed back his documents. "Drive safe."

"You too officer."

Julia! Tell him your name!

"Julia," I croaked but he was already in the drivers seat and rolling up the window. I turned and trudged back to my cruiser. I climbed in as the limo pulled away into the night.

The rest of the shift was a blur. I got home exhausted, but that's usual. I looked in on Billy, he was fast asleep looking angelic as usual. Mom was abed too. The house was quite.

I decided it was time for one of my special baths.

Ear buds, check.

LoFi playlist on deck, check

Bubble bath, check.

Water almost too hot, check.

Tiny waterproof vibe, check.

With ear buds in and vibe clutched my teeth, I got in and lay back. I looked over at the wrought iron chair in the corner and imagined him sitting, you know who, Italian loafers to those fuck me eyes. All of him there, just for me.

I took the vibe from my mouth and turned it on. But instead of going right to work, I touched it to my lips, teased them, teased my imaginary watcher, stuck out my tongue and tasted the delicious vibrations there.

The yearning to be me, all of me, sexual me, under the eyes of a man like that, was bitter sweet. So sweet. I went to work.

With eyes closed but still with him in my minds eye, I applied the modern wonder to my clit. It was... nice.

Just nice.

The vibrations my clit had previously raved about felt only good expecting better. Oh, I could go till morning with the tingling warmth slowly building but, with him there in my mind, something sneered that I had more to show than just another quite ladylike orgasm.

I propped a foot on the edge of the tub wantonly. My leg was wet and anointed with suds. I wiggled my toes. I stared over at imaginary David Donelli Jr. looking for heat, looking for desire, but all I saw was his patient smile.

Fuck.

I climbed out of the bath. Naked and dripping, I crossed my bedroom to my closet. Reaching up on the shelf where a curious boy could not reach, I pulled out the toy that had wrecked my marriage.

Not really. But the day my husband found it, or it found him, falling from the shelf and smacking him in the face before thumping to the floor, was the beginning of the end.

"It's a horse cock," he said picking it up.

"It was a gag gift from my bachelorette party," I said. That was true.

"It's a horse cock," he repeated.

"I forgot it was there." That was a lie.

"I'll throw it out for you."

"No don't, she paid a lot for it."

"So?"

"I'm thinking I could re gift it to my sister next June." Another lie.

"A horse cock?" He looked incredulous. "You're going to give your sister a horse cock?"

"Bill, I know what it is," I pushed down my rising anger. "It's just silicone repli--"

"Fine!" he tossed the toy at the shelf and stalked out of the room.

Our tension from sexual incompatibility had been building for some time but that had been the beginning of the end. The papers weren't a surprise when he gave them to me.

Wow, oh wow. That was not the place I wanted to go again.

"Fuck you Bill!" I said. "Watch me fuck myself for someone else why don't you."

I grasped the shaft in my teeth like a dog grasps a bone and strode defiantly back into the bathroom. Under the wrought iron chair nested a matching stool I used to do my nails. I pulled it out and slapped my horse cock dildo down so that the suction cup at its base firmly planted itself to hardwood top. I knelt on the bathroom carpet and smiled across the stool at the chair. "It's a big one ain't it?"

I looked at the toy and pulled off a hair. There's always a hair.

"And look," I pointed. "Teeth marks."

I kissed the marks not taking my eyes off my imaginary audience. Then I slid my tongue up to the massive tip. "Oh I don't know if I can take it all, let's see."

I knew I could but I have to push one side of the flared tip into a cheek first and then ease the rest in. It filled my mouth so I could not get air past but that's why we have noses. I waggled my head a tiny bit to send a wave down the flexible shaft. Mistake. The suction cup came loose.

Pretending I meant to do that, I waggled my head even more making the balls at the base bounce against my tits, reveling in my slutdom.

I finally pulled the head out of my mouth and slapped the base back down on the stool. "Time for the main event!"

I raised up and shuffled forward so I was astride the stool. Using the same edge in first trick I got the head into my cunt.

"See? It's in my cunt." Just saying the word made my clit pulse.

"Cunt... my cunt." I savored the words as I slowly pushed myself down on the equine dong. The broad head scraped the walls of my cunt--love that word--like a piston in a motor's cylinder. Just right.

"Your cunt if you want it." A little lower....

"Do you want my cunt?" I could feel the second flare, at the middle of the shaft, ready to enter. "Please say you do."

I relaxed and allowed my weight to settle and... it was in. "Ooh, I think that's all I can take."

Now where was that vibe? With head deep inside me I dragged it and the stool over to the tub. I know it looked awkward and silly as fuck but I felt so dirty doing it. It felt so good.

The tiny pink vibe was floating right there in the bath water. Isn't modern technology wonderful?

I turned back to the corner chair and continued my dirty exhibition for my imaginary guest. Now my back was against the tub rim and I could steady myself while using the vibe on my clit.

"Would you like to see me come with this cock, this horse cock, deep in my cunt?" I asked as I rotated my hips wantonly. First I did it for show, but then I did it again for the feel. The feel of the flexible shaft bending from side to side hitting the walls as that glorious head did magic things.

"That feels so good." Buzz buzz, squirm squirm, it wouldn't be long now. "I'm such a slut."

"Do you like sluts?" Yes, not long at all "I think you do?"

Maybe... maybe... "Waah!"

One leg shook. The other wanted to fly up into the air. I dropped the little vibe and held onto the tub with both hands for dear life as spasm after spasm shot through my belly. "Fuck yeah,"

When I regained control, I tried to stand and extract the dildo. But it didn't want to leave me. Not until the stool lifted off the floor did that weight initiate the extraction. I grabbed the stool leg with my toes to hold it so I could stand up and finally get the head out with a satisfyingly audible plop.

Lethargically I cleaned up the bathroom and toweled myself off. I didn't do a very thorough job but I did make sure both toys were cleaned and safely hidden away.

I crawled into bed naked.

If only it had been real. If only.

At some point I slept.