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slam of a car door. Who could be here? The road led only to our lake house, so unless someone got lost, they had no business here.
    I walked through the house to the front door in time to hear a knock.
    When I opened the door, you could have knocked me over with a feather.
    There he stood, dressing-left Officer Russ Seavers, with a big grin, holding a bunch of wildflowers in one hand and a six-pack in the other.
    “How did you find me?” I asked stupidly.
    He laughed. “I know your last name. Andrews cottage on Bluebird Lane.”
    I chuckled self-consciously, thinking about the dock imprint on my face, and stood back. “Come in.”
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    He stepped inside and I shut the door – then I shoved him back against it. His face changed, his mouth hanging open in shock as my hand went to his belt buckle. He was handicapped because he had come bearing gifts, which I used to my advantage. I was down on my knees before he let out a yelp, yanking his pants down to his knees.
    His cock was half-hard when I sucked it in. I’ve always loved feeling a man get hard in my mouth, it’s such a rush of power. I held one of his hips steady while I found his balls and tumbled them between my fingers.
    He tasted faintly salty and smelled of soap and musk. The drops of precum were a little bitter with an undertone of sweetness. I hummed happily around his cock, enjoying the hardness that filled my mouth. I flattened my tongue and pressed it under the ridge of the head, reveling in the surge of his hips as he thrust into my mouth with short jerky strokes as if he’d already lost all control.
    I could tell he was close; his balls were tight and full in my palm, drawing up to his body. I could feel his thighs tremble and sucked harder, letting my lips drag along his length. He gasped and bent over me, filling my mouth suddenly with his cum. I swallowed what I could, but some of it overflowed, and I wiped it off with my hand.
    He groaned and straightened up, looking down at me with a startled expression. I held onto his hip to keep him steady, but jacked myself off using a little of his cum for lubrication. There’s that moment when you can almost hold off and it’s almost painful until you surrender. I teetered on the edge to enjoy it and then I let go, splattering over the floor and his shoes.
    “You sure know how to say hello,” he murmured.
    I gave a shaky laugh. He was standing there with his shirt in perfect order, his pants around his ankles, still holding the flowers and the beer.
    “It was the least I could do.”
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    “Why? Because you promised me a blowjob last night?”
    “The offerings,” I said, nodding to the beer. I didn’t know what to make of the flowers. Only one man had ever brought me flowers and the less I said about him, the better.
    “I would volunteer to do the welcome wagon thing more often if I knew I was going to get that kind of reception,” Russ said a bit more enthusiastically as he recovered. He shifted the flowers to the hand with the beer and helped me up.
    I zipped myself up and dusted off my knees. “Let me get the beer in the fridge.”
    “And put these in some water.”
    “Uh, yeah.”
    “Are you allergic?” he demanded.
    “No, why?”
    “Didn’t anyone ever bring you flowers before?” I lied. “Nope, never have.”
    “It’s just a gesture,” he said a little defensively. “It’s not like I think of you as a girl.”
    “How many girls do you know who can suck cock like I can?”
    “I don’t know, I’ve never dated a girl.” Russ followed me into the kitchen after he pulled his pants up and zipped up.
    I got a paper towel and wiped my cum up off the floor. “Want to wash your sneakers? We got a washer.”
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    “That’s okay, I’ll keep it to remember you by,” he said with a leer. “I guess it’s a little late to ask if I’m interrupting anything …”
    “No, I was just sitting on the