I thought some of you might appreciate a little story about my early days with Sharon.

Since this is a true story, I've changed the names to protect everyone's identity. Several years ago I moved in with my new girlfriend, Sharon. She's a tall, muscular, very attractive dancer who also happens to be a lesbian - that's where I came in. I'd only known Sharon a few months when she asked me to move in with her, but I felt she really cared for me and she'd already come to my rescue a couple of times in situations that led me to believe she was a girl who could take care of me, and at the time, I needed taking care of.

While Sharon works nights at her club, I have a day job at a very conservative law firm so although we live together, we only see each other every day for those few hours between the time she gets home after the bar closes and I leave for work the next morning. It takes some juggling, but there's no denying it's worth it! Given that background, I hope you'll appreciate this story about me and Roxie.

I was late getting away from the office, something about an appeal as I remember, and I guess I was driving a little too fast as I cut through the park. Sharon was home that evening and we were hosting a party for some of her girlfriends. It would be their first chance to meet me, so I wanted to get home and get 'prettied up' to make a good impression. The traffic was light, so I was flying when I saw the red lights in my mirror. I cursed under my breath and pulled over, wondering what kind of excuse I could use to avoid a ticket.

The cop was tall and muscular and when he got out of his Park Police cruiser I unbuttoned the top button of my blouse, figuring I'd use every weapon in my arsenal. He knocked on my window and when I looked out I saw he had his hand on his gun. I slowly rolled down the window and meekly asked, 'What's the problem officer?' Then he spoke and I wasn't sure to feel better or worse. I heard a female voice ask, 'Do you know how fast you were going, ma'am?' I looked up and saw the 'he' was really a masculine woman with short reddish hair whose tiny breasts had completely escaped my notice in the mirror.

I admitted I didn't know and she informed me I was doing sixty in a thirty-five mile zone. I shrugged and said, 'OK, so?' She asked for my license and registration and walked back to her car for a while, checking on outstanding warrants. When she came back, she told me to get out of the car! I got out, but I kept asking what she was doing. She kept quiet and just glared at me for a few minutes. When she spoke, she started giving me a lecture on 'civic responsibility' and 'how I should be obeying the law' in my position as an attorney.

At the time, I didn't think about how she knew I was an attorney, but later I figured it out. I was really angry about being delayed since I was already late and I may have said something to her about 'hurrying up' but I don't remember now. Suddenly, she grabbed me and spun me around, twisting my left arm behind my back. I yelped in pain as she slammed my breasts against the side of my car and leaned against my back with her knee pushed between my thighs. 'I'm placing you under arrest for resisting an officer,' she hissed in my ear as she ratcheted down the handcuffs on my wrists.

I struggled and demanded that she explain how I'd 'resisted' since I'd done everything she'd ordered me to do. That's when she revealed herself. 'So you're Sharie's new girlfriend, huh?' she hissed. 'You ain't such hot shit.' She turned me around and looked me up and down before she grabbed my elbow and dragged me toward her police car. I pleaded with her not to arrest me, saying that I could lose my job (which I'd only started a few months before) if I got into trouble with the police. She just laughed at me, as if she cared what happened.

She threw me against the side of her car and announced that she had to frisk me before she put me in the cruiser. I protested, but she ignored me and then I really got scared. She opened my jacked and pulled my blouse out of the waist of my skirt. She pushed her hands under my blouse and up over my belly until she reached my breasts. When her fingers worked their way under the bottom of my bra, it was shoved up above my breasts and she closed her fingers over my breasts.

I've been proud of my breasts ever since I paid a doctor in California more than $6,000 for them years ago, but this officer didn't appear to be impressed at all. As she squeezed and fondled me, she muttered, 'Well, you're obviously not hiding anything here.' She gave my sensitive nipples a pinch before she lowered her hands. Then she grabbed my shoulders, turned me around and pushed me against the car again. I could feel the cold metal making my nipples hard as they pressed against the car through my thin blouse.

She next pulled my skirt up to my waist and with a rough yank, jerked my panties down to mid-thigh. I tried to close my legs, but she had her knee between mine and was able to put her hand in and work two fingers into my pussy. In spite of my anger, I was surprisingly wet. It wasn't until later that I discovered how aroused I became in dangerous situations! She checked out my vagina with her fingers until I was gasping and then she pulled out and rubbed her hand in my hair to clean it off. I was shaking with fear and when I begged her not to hurt me, she just laughed.

'Now that I've seen you,' she said shaking her head sadly, 'I can't imagine why Sharie prefers you to me.' 'What do you mean?' I asked as I looked down at her name tag. 'Officer McNamara' laughed and said, 'You mean Sharie hasn't told you about me? I'm the one she kicked out so she could move you in to our apartment.' I was stunned to say the least, for it hadn't occurred to me that Sharon might have kicked anyone out of the apartment to accommodate me!

She seemed to be thinking a moment and then she shrugged and took off my handcuffs. 'If you're smart,' she said, 'you won't say anything about this to anyone. That fancy law firm you write for might not like having a dyke working for them.' She wrote me a 'warning' ticket and said, 'The next time I catch you speeding through the park, it'll go hard on you.' I took the ticket and drove (below the speed limit) back to Sharon's.

I thought about filing a harassment suit against her, but she was right that my firm wouldn't stand for it if they heard about Sharon and I. I decided to drop the matter and when I got home, I told Sharon what had happened and she burst out laughing! She told me that she and 'Roxie' had been lovers for more than six months until she met me. She'd broken off the affair with the policewoman and told her to move out. 'I'll call her,' Sharon said, 'she won't bother you again.'

That was three years ago and I haven't seen or heard from Roxie since. Even so, every night as I drive home, I always go the long way, avoiding the park and staying well below the speed limit.

The End