But We're Best Friends

"Holy fuck!"

You're in your now usual spot running radar; long stretch of road on the outskirts on town, tucked behind a grouping of trees so cars can't really tell you're there until they've gone past you. For some dumb reason, the speed limit is only 35mph here, but it's easy to catch some speeders here, so you don't complain. You'll get quite a few people going 15-20mph over, but it's started to slow down as word has spread about your control on that road. Until today.

A purple PT Cruiser flies by your spot. Radar clocks in at 93 mph. Closer to triple the limit than double, and double the speed limit is enough to be arrested for reckless driving. You flip on the lights and sirens, and pull out of your spot and get up to full speed quickly. Your Dodge Charger caught the PT Cruiser fairly quickly, and the driver pulled their car over without much hassle. You didn't even have to point or use the foghorn.

Once both cars are stopped, you run the license plate to make sure it hasn't been marked as stolen because they were certainly driving it like it was. What you see though, surprises you more than anything.

"No fucking way."

It's your best friend from your childhood. You two had quite the history. You've known each other since preschool, but didn't become friends until late elementary school. Then in middle school you fell in love with her. Hard. She had an incredibly cute face and you two couldn't be separated no matter what the teachers were saying. You did everything together. Sat at lunch together, sat in the swings together, did whatever preteens could do at school without being in trouble. She had a crush on you too, but towards the end of middle school she decided she didn't want to date someone who she looked at as her brother. Of course you were a little upset, but it didn't impact your friendship with her. Throughout high school and a little of college you steadily talked. But as you worked to graduate early to focus on becoming a police officer, you began talking to her less and less. Last you heard she was at some acting school in Miami and that was almost a year and a half ago. She was always super talented: a great singer, great dancer, great actor in the school plays, and had a great personality. She was never the smartest, though. You hadn't talked since then since life got in the way, but your paths had crossed now and you had to treat her like a criminal and not your best friend now.

You get up out of the car with your Aviator shades on and your head hung a little low praying she wouldn't recognize you. You doubt she would anyways now that you'd grown out your facial hair, having a full beard and been working on a moustache too.

You walk up the driver's side window and lay eyes on her, and damn is she still as gorgeous as ever. Her brown, wavy hair is a little shorter than you remember, as it now goes to her shoulders, but it matches her Latina skin perfectly. Her face still looked similar to what it was in middle school, just obviously more mature. Her eyebrows were thinner than you remember, but her brown eyes still looked big and beautiful. Her nose ring turned you off a little, but you still had a hard-on anyways, and she had shaded her plump lips with a dark red, almost similar to maroon.

Knocking on the window, "license and registration please, ma'am."

"You sound familiar... but ok just give me a sec!"

Somehow she was still as bubbly as ever, even in the world of trouble she was about to be in. When she had rolled down the window, the aroma of marijuana blasted you in the face, causing you to cough a little, and recreational marijuana wasn't yet legal in Florida. While she was digging for her registration in her center console, you noticed a big bag of weed in the console, as well as three bottles of Captain Morgan on the passenger floorboard, with one clearly having been drank out of. You didn't think she was 21 yet since you had just turned 21 a month ago, and her birthday was 4 months after yours if you remembered correctly.

"Ah, here it is!" She hands you her registration, and then reaches for her purse in the passenger seat and pulls out her ID.

"Thanks, be back soon. Don't go anywhere."

"Ok, officer! I won't!"

You get back in your car and run the information on her. Everything checked out. She had no warrants, her ID and registration were up to date, but like you thought, she was still 20.

"Fuck, I'm really going to have to do this. Alright." You get back out of your car and walk up to her window. And as soon as you walk up, she looks at your name tag.

"Wait, Austin... is that you? Oh my God how are you?!"

"Rachel... what the fuck? Are you stupid? I just clocked you at almost three times the legal speed limit, which is enough to take you to jail right now, but I can see the booze on the floorboard right there, which I know you're not 21, and I saw the marijuana in your center console. Not to mention the smell of it on your breath."

"Look I know I messed up, but you can let me go right?"

"I don't think I can, I just started working with the PD. If they saw 93mph on the radar they'd wonder where the driver was. They know I work this stretch of road. I can't just let this one go Rach."

You using her name shortened caused a flashback. You were the only one that could call her Rach without her getting mad. You could see it in her face too as she remembered that.

"But... but we're best friends! We have been since elementary school!"

"I know, but I just can't simply let you go." Handing her stuff back, "here's your stuff. Go ahead and put it back and then step out of the car."

"Austin, come on you don't have to do this."

"I do, now let's go."

She turned the car off, before taking the keys out of the ignition and throwing them along with the stuff you'd given back to her on the front seat. Opening the door she steps out. She's wearing a loose black skirt, which shows off her fabulous legs, and a green sleeveless crop top, giving you a nice look at her stomach. She was a little thicker than you remember, but she was in by no means fat. For her only being 5'4", she was the perfect weight. She wasn't wearing any shoes, which means she must've kicked off her flips flops and they're somewhere in the car. It didn't look like she was wearing a bra, as her all natural, 34C sized tits were hanging freely. Your dick was harder than it ever has been before.

"Alright, what now Austin?"

"Turn around, and place your hands on the top of your car. You don't have anything on you, right? This is your time to tell me."

"Uh... nope. No I don't."

There wasn't much to frisk, so you start on her shoulders, moving down her back you could tell she definitely didn't have a bra on. You run your hands down her back and to the back of her legs, giving a few pats to her great ass, but not awkwardly squeezing it. This was your best friend, after all. You run your fingers along the inside of her skirt waistband, nothing in there. Then down to the front of her legs. While towards the inside of her leg, you felt a hard object.

"What's that then, Rachel?"

"Uhh it's a tampon. It must've come loose."

"Tampons aren't usually that hard."

You hike up her skirt and find a very recently used pipe sticking out of her green striped bikini bottom thong she was using as underwear.

"You really expected that to work? Even with all the stuff laying out in your car?"

"Austin, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry."

"Sorry don't cut it, Rach."

You place the pipe on top of the car, put her skirt back to normal, before moving up to her chest. Feeling her boobs, you notice a nipple ring on her left nipple, but then something really big and rigid in between her tits.

"And this is?"

"It's my phone."

"Any reason you didn't want to tell me about your phone?" you ask as you lift up the bottom of her top, causing her phone to fall out.

"Well I didn't think you'd be feeling up my tits, but no, it's just where I put it when I don't have pockets."

"Alright, well Rachel, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed to you. You understand these rights as I have read them?"

A couple tears fall from her face, as she couldn't believe this was happening. "Yeah."

You present handcuffs from your belt clip. You place a cuff on her right wrist, snap it shut before tugging on the cuffs to bring her right arm behind her back. Using your left hand, you grab her left arm and bring it behind her back, locking it in the other cuff. You double lock the handcuffs, and while placing your key back in your pouch, you feel her cuffed hands swipe at your crotch, obviously feeling your hard-on, standing attention at a respectable 7 inches.

"I didnt know you were hiding this all these years," she says, clearly hinting at trying to seduce you out of going to jail.

"Yeah maybe you shouldn't have turned me down so many times."

"How bout we fix that right now?" she asks as you drag her over to your car. "You can do whatever you want to me, you just have to promise to let me go after. I mean come on, I know you want to."