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Note To Self
Date: 11/27/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories
lit a fire under a buffalo, the guys gravitated towards the grill and the women moved far enough away so they wouldn’t hear the foul language and prepared way more salad than would actually be eaten. So of course I grabbed a brew and stepped up to the grill. Some of the others looked rattled but Nick didn’t bat an eyelid; he knows I work with guys all day and he knows the way cops talk. Heck, we’ve had enough of them around to our house over the years. I was wearing what Nick calls my ‘off-duty uniform’; navy-blue t-shirt, jeans and sunglasses. Exactly the same as the rest of them, in other words … except my jeans were a bit tighter. The t-shirt too, if we’re being honest. God made me 5’3” with C-cups, and if you can’t hide ‘em then you might as well flaunt ‘em. All the guys had sunglasses too so I couldn’t see their eyes, but sometimes you don’t need to see to know where they’re looking. And I don’t mind that; it can be creepy when a guy feels you up with his eyes, but it’s kind of sweet when they’re just looking and think you can’t tell. Nick doesn’t mind, thank God; he’s proud of my body, small but toned. I could tell I was cramping the conversation, but then Nick told them I was a cop and one idiot asked I had my off-duty piece. In a kindergarten, for fuck’s sake! “What do you think, smart guy?” I laughed to keep it friendly – even though I thought he was an idiot – and held out my arms, turning right and left; my tight t-shirt and jeans made it obvious I wasn’t carrying. ...