Officer Julie makes even more of an impression

Tom had never felt more self-conscious than when he walked down out of the mall beside the stunningly handsome Officer Julie. He kept feeling like this had to be some kind of trick, like any moment now the cameras would appear in his face and he'd have an audience laughing at him on one of those awful reality-tv shows. After all, how else but someone's idea of a stupid joke would a boy like him wearing his cheap, ugly clothes end up being escorted home like this by a dashing policewoman who looked and acted like an action movie star? He could feel the looks they were getting from passers-by, the double-takes from women, and the jealous stares from men. All the attention was rather dizzying for an entirely average boy like him.

He shuffled awkwardly down the pavement, standing to the right and a little behind Julie. Even though it was his address they were headed to, she'd instantly taken the lead after he'd told her where he lived. She'd also ended up between him and the road, seemingly without thinking, her taller, bulkier body somehow feeling like it was sheltering him from the cars driving past. That thought made his cheeks glow hot, and he bit his lip hard as his stupid dick threatened another entirely inappropriate erection just from being escorted home by a woman. Fuck it...why was this even happening? He wasn't some kind of dirty slut getting hard over everything! That shouldn't be a bad thing anyway, he corrected himself. If a man wanted to enjoy himself and his sexuality, then why was that so much worse than some sleazy woman doing the same? Only he wasn't one of those bad boys and he had no desire to be, no ma'am!

To distract himself, the awkward young man tore his gaze from Julie and glanced down the bustling street. On a billboard high above him, the image of a stunningly pretty boy in silky pink underwear pouted down at him with smoky, made-up eyes. An advert for Victor's secret of course and the blatant sexism of selling lingerie using some poor boy's body like a slab of meat waking a certain tingling irritation inside Tom. Or maybe it was just the fact that the model was so much hotter than him, with those plump, glistening lips, slender body and clearly touched up bulge between his spread legs. That was the kind of boy Officer Julie should be with, hanging off her big, muscled arm, or tossed over her shoulder as she carried him into her bedroom.

"A little shy, aren't you?" Julie chuckled suddenly, turning to flash him one of those dazzling smiles that made his knees weak. He tried to reply, but his voice didn't seem to be working that well. "Oh, don't mean that as a bad thing of course, I love shy boys." The handsome police officer continued, her dark eyes meeting his. She reached up and rubbed the back of her head, a slightly guilty look in her eyes. "I didn't scare you back there, did I? I know I probably came on a bit too strong, but a boy as cute as you I just can't help myself."

"Cute...?" Tom stammered, feeling like steam had to be coming out of his ears. She'd already told him that once, but it seemed it hit just as hard the second time. Plus...the thought of her not being able to control herself around him had a certain wicked appeal all it's own.

"That's right, cute." Julie's smile returned, her dark eyes flickering between scanning the street ahead and darting over his body. "When I saw you today in that adorable pink apron, working so hard at your little stall, I thought you looked sweeter than any of those cookies you were selling. Was thinking about heading over when those two cunts started harassing you and gave me just the perfect excuse."

"Oh..." Tom glanced at his feet. She actually liked...his stupid Crumble's uniform. Maybe that apron wasn't so bad after all. And that line...it should have been so corny, he knew in some very distant part of his brain. Only from a woman as handsome as this it made him feel like he was floating. So distracted was he, that he hardly even noticed the suited, sneering businesswoman power-walking down the street towards him. She wasn't about to move for some young boy a few inches shorter than her, and the only warning Tom had was when she suddenly appeared, looming over him. He squealed in shock, frozen stiff as she glared down at him. Then a large arm swept around him and pulled him out of the way, and he found himself pressed against Julie's side, her big, warm hand resting on his shoulder. A strangled gasp was the only noise that emerged from his trembling lips.

"Careful there, Thomas." Julie chuckled, as the sneering businesswoman rushed past with a scoff. "Almost got yourself snapped up by a shark there. You just can't stay out of trouble, can you? Starting to feel like I should come back to walk you home everyday from now on. I'd be worrying about you otherwise." Tom shivered in her strong, protective grasp, his brain entirely overheating. Not only had she grabbed his slender body like it was nothing and wrapped him up under one of those bulging, muscular arms of hers, now she was wanting to meet again! This had to be a dream...it had to be. Things like this just didn't happen to dumb, average boys like him. Well, if it was a dream...then he could say what he wanted, didn't he?

"If you'd like, you can." Tom managed to gasp out. He knew it was bold of him. Boys were supposed to be coy, supposed to play games and be pursued, but she already seemed to be pursuing him anyway, right? So it was fine for him to show a little interest of his own.

"Looks like I'd better be back tomorrow, the moment my shift ends." Julie nodded decisively, clearly settling the matter in her own head. Her grip on him loosened, to his faint regret, but her hand stayed settled firmly on his shoulder, keeping him nice and close to her as she stepped forward down the street. "Now come, let's get you nice and safely home before you end up in another silly little pickle, okay?"