Thursday night, a few minutes after six, there was a knock on the door. I stopped drying the dishes, placed the dishtowel on the stove handle, and walked across my apartment's living room to open the door. A tall, well-built man in a dark suit stood in the hallway with his back to me. In his right hand, he held a cigarette, while in his left a small book.

"Yes?"

At the sound of my voice, he turned around and smiled.

"I'm Detective Horstmeyer of the Metro Police. I'm looking for Ronnie McBride?"

Instantly, I recognized the voice. I stood there dumbstruck. Memories shot through my mind: two boys riding bikes in the park and playing basketball in the driveway. The same boys, grown to practice parallel parking, gather firewood for the football bonfire, and our high school graduation.

He gazed at me momentarily, then his eyes lit up with recognition. His eyes dropped to examine me from head to toe. The detective smiled politely and said, "Hi, Ronnie."

I had changed clothes since I returned from the office. I wore a white blouse, a plaid skirt, and patent heels. I opened the door thinking it may have been a friend, but it did not matter, though I might have been in a sleeveless blouse, stretch Capris, and flats. There were several seconds of silence.

After the long pause, he said, "It's me, Tim. Tim Horstmeyer, from Central High School."

"Yes, I remember, Tim. How are you?" I recovered and tried to sound nonchalant.

"Good, thank you for asking. It's been a long time," Tim said.

"Yes, yes, it has," I said, and slipped behind the door to put it between us.

Another long, awkward pause lasted until he said, "I found out that you lived here in town, and I thought we could catch up."

"Ooh? Ah... Tim, I mean Detective Horstmeyer, I'm not sure about that. I don't think that is a good idea."

"Detective Horstmeyer? Why so formal? It's not very often you get to see someone from high school. May I come in?"

"Tim..." My shoulders fell as I appealed.

"Maybe for a cup of coffee or maybe Ovaltine?"

I leaned against the door and laughed at his reference.

"My mother was horrified when it shot out of your nose," he teased.

"Yes, and she screamed when you threw up after it hit your face!" I chuckled.

"So, you owe me," he grinned.

"Tim..." I pleaded, "I haven't changed. You can see that."

I walked out from behind the door and took a step back to emphasize what I meant. Gracefully, I turned about to show him my outfit. I folded my arms across my chest to stare at him and waited for the look of disgust, pity, or amusement, but I found none.

"It's not a phase or a joke. I live this way," I explained.

"Ronnie," he took a long drag of his cigarette, "I'm fine with it."

Tim was my best friend from high school. He was also the boy who said he never wanted to see or hear from me again. It was a painful memory. I looked into his eyes. "Come in," I sighed.

He grinned and entered my apartment, and I offered him a seat on the couch. Tim told me his family was doing well. His mother was happy, and his sister was engaged. He related a few of his experiences in the Army: basic training and Vietnam. After his tour, he went to college in Bloomington to obtain his degree, and he worked for the Metro Police Department.

"I never guessed you would end up being a policeman. But you always had excellent grades in school. I wouldn't have passed without your help."

"I think Mrs. Young had it in for you," Tim said, referring to our former algebra teacher.

"I can't tell you how many times she caught me looking at magazines," I giggled.

"I'd forgotten! Let's see, there was DIG and 16?" Tim reminisced.

"Disc was my favorite. They had lots of articles on The Beatles, Elvis, and Bobbie Darin. You liked POP because it always had pictures of The Shangri-Las and Betty Weiss," I teased.

"You know, you kind of look like her," he leaned back and examined me.

"You are such a liar!" I laughed and struck him playfully on the shoulder.

"No, I mean it. Your hair and eyes."

"Well, thank you." I blushed.

Another awkward silence fell, but was interrupted by a police siren in the distance. Tim looked at his watch.

"Thanks for stopping by, but I have to work tomorrow," I explained. The wall clock read a quarter after eight. I rose to straighten my skirt, then walked to the door.

"Ah, Ronnie, I have a favor to ask," he said.

"Yes?"

"There is a small gathering I'm going to."

"Oh?"

"It's a party, a stag kind of thing. We're supposed to bring someone," he said, looking down.

"Dates?" I questioned. "To a stag party?"

"Yes. And I thought... maybe... you would go with me. You wouldn't have to stay long. Just a few minutes."

"You need a date?" I asked in disbelief. "And you want me to go with you."

"Well, not a real date, but yes."

I walked away, turned to face him, and chuckled. I went to the coffee table to take a cigarette from his pack. Gallantly, Tim offered me a light from his lighter, and I accepted. I drew in the smoke and leaned back to wonder what had happened. Tim was not the same boy I knew in high school. He had grown into a tall, dark, and ruggedly handsome man. Tim certainly wasn't like most of the boys I knew. He was a straight arrow; after all, he was a cop. Probably voted Republican.

"Wait! You want me to go to a party full of cops, dressed like this?" I shouted at him. "If only one of them figured out I was a man, they would arrest me!"

"No one would ever think you are a man. You pass easily. Besides, no one will arrest you."

I guffawed at him. There were many stories of what the police had done to several of my friends and other "Marys" in the city. They ended up in jail, beaten up, or both, and sometimes worse.

I stormed into the kitchen and leaned on the dinette. I spun around to tell him to leave, and ran headlong into him. He reached out to steady me, so I wouldn't fall. I barely came to Tim's shoulders in my heels. He looked down at me with those dreamy blue eyes I had once fantasized about so often. I pushed his arms away and shook my head to clear it.

"Why wouldn't they arrest me?"

"I would be there. And... there will be other 'girls' there," he said quietly.

"What do you mean by 'other girls'?"

"Other, ah... queens."

"What kind of party has a bunch of 'Marys' and cops?"

"I just thought... I know you and you know me..." His voice dropped off.

"You thought I would be safe. I wouldn't queer you up?"

There was no thought; I reacted. I slapped him hard across the face. A second later, I stepped back after I realized what I had done. I had just struck a cop!

Those dreamy blue eyes stared icily at me. Tim slowly reached into his breast pocket and removed the white handkerchief to dab the spot of blood on his lower lip. He refolded it and tucked it back in the pocket when his voice dropped to a growl.

"Please, go and put on something nice."

"Listen, you can't," I began to shout and raised my hand again.

His hand clamped onto my wrist; he pulled me close and leaned down to look me in the eyes. "Go put on a nice dress and heels," Tim said quietly.

Angrily, I bit my lower lip, then submissively nodded. He released the vice-like grip on my wrist, and I pushed past him to make my way to my bedroom. Tim followed, but stopped at the door to stand silhouetted against the living room lights. There was a small lamp by my bed, and I clicked it on. I stepped out of my heels, unzipped my skirt, and tossed it on the chair, followed by my tie, blouse, and my unnecessary Playtex bra.

I purposely did not look at Tim, but I felt his eyes examining me. I pushed down my pantyhose and thrust them into the drawer. From the same drawer, I drew out a set of nude stockings and a panty girdle; I shimmied into the girdle. I sat forward on the chair and slowly drew up each stocking, smoothing each one, then clipping them to the tabs at the girdle's bottom.

Afterward, I slipped on a pair of high-heeled sandals. Moving over to the vanity, I teased my hair into a large bouffant and popped on a black headband to keep it behind my ears. I deepened my mascara and refreshed my lipstick, then lightly sprayed on some Chanel. My closet contained several dresses and skirts I knew would impress Tim, and I reviewed my choices. I selected a fitted, multicolored A-line dress with sleeves. I stepped into it and pulled it over my shoulders. I marched over to Tim, who had been studying me, and raised the back of my hair with both hands.

"Zip me up!" I said coolly.

Tim grasped my shoulders and spun me about. His ice-cold blue eyes melted my brown eyes. He leaned down, and I couldn't resist. His mouth met mine, and we kissed, softly at first, then deeply, and finally passionately. We broke apart, and he pushed my dress down, and it fell to the floor. I stood there in my heels, hose, and panty-girdle. He bent over, and his lips locked onto one of my small nipples. I moaned loudly and clasped my hands about his head. Although I urged myself to move away, I continued to grasp his hand and led him to my bed.

He sat on the bed's edge, where I thrust his legs apart. I slid between his legs and put my arms about his neck, and we kissed passionately for several minutes. Meanwhile, Tim caressed my nylon legs, and my fingers played in his thick hair. He pulled me onto his lap and I could feel his hard manhood against my ass crack. I slid back and forth on his rod while I continued to kiss him.

He pushed me off and unzipped his pants. I forced his hands away and wrested out his cock. It was cut and thick, with a bulbous mushroom head. I cooed and fell to my knees, my eyes not leaving his cock. I wetted my lips and my tongue snaked out to bathe the large head. Tim grunted and thrust forward, wanting to force his rod into my mouth. I wouldn't let him and stroked him slowly. I reached out and cruelly squeezed his swollen balls. He sighed and moaned. With my hands on his manhood, I leaned forward to kiss him softly; precum leaked out of his dick and onto my belly.

"Oh, oh, Ronnie!"

"Yes, baby?" I whispered.

"Oh fuck." He threw his head back.

I giggled softly. I lowered my wet, warm mouth on him. He moaned and tried to grasp my head, but I pushed his hands away. I bobbed up and down quickly on his dick, sucking and licking. My fingers massaged his full sack.

I found out as a senior in high school that I liked to suck cock. At first, it was other guys like me, then soon with men I didn't know. I'd be in stores around town on weekends and catch their eye; then later to meet in the restroom for some quick action. I discovered many were excited by my longer hair, and others, when they found out I wore a bra and panties. It wasn't only the lone man, but often husbands with their wives. Many weekends I would suck three or four different cocks in an afternoon.

I couldn't prevent Tim from grabbing my head and forcing my mouth down on him. I didn't want him to cum yet; I wanted to tease him. He began to thrust his hips upwards fucking my face. I felt his balls tighten. I struggled out of his grasp and I raised my mouth off his cock with a pop and was rewarded with a geyser of cum. It sprayed about hitting my face and lips.

I put my mouth over his cock and I continued to jerk him off to drain his seed completely. Quickly, I licked the cum off his spent rod and belly. I slid up on him to kiss him; I forced my tongue and spit the snowball of his cum deep into his mouth. He surprised me by greedily sucking my tongue clean of his cum.

I raised, and sat on his semi-hard cock to examine him. His eyes were closed, still in the moment of bliss. He had grown into a very handsome man. I shifted a bit. My dick struggled to escape the silk panties I wore, and I started to get up when I felt his hands grasp my sides.

"Go on," he said.

"Tim... it's alright. I just need a few moments alone."

He responded by lifting me to all fours, then reached into my panties to grasp my dick. His hand clutched my hard dick and hairless balls to squeeze them. I cried out, and my dick grew harder. I felt the precum ooze onto his hand. He continued to rub and squeeze, and I, in return, began to rock my hips and thrust into his hand.

"That's it, be a good kitten."

I gasped at the name. He called his girlfriends in high school by that. I threw my head back in rapture and thrust faster. His grip tightened, and I mewed in pleasure.

"Yes, kitten."

I couldn't hold back; I closed my eyes and I shot a stream of cum into his palm. I moaned loudly, and my entire body jerked with the second stream, then a third, and a weak fourth. Tim waited for more, but I was spent. I panted; it had been a while since I had cum that hard.

Tim slipped his hand out of my panties, careful not to drop any of my seed. He placed his hand in front of me. Obediently, I began to lick my cream from his palm and his fingers. When he was satisfied I had cleaned his hand, he set me aside and stood up to fix his clothes. I quickly ducked out of the room with my dress and into the bath to clean up and repair my makeup.

Upon my exit from the bathroom, Tim zipped my dress. I gathered my gloves and purse, and we left my apartment.