Just to make things easier on both John and me, I rented an SUV to drive home in since I pretty much had enough axes to start a guitar store with. I wasn't used to driving something that huge, but at least I arrived in one piece and so did my luggage and gear and that is all that counted. Then I picked up my dogs from the sitter's and they all looked in fine fettle, thank God. I immediately took them out to the park for a couple of hours. It also helped me get reacquainted with being back in California.

I initially felt kinda frustrated that I wouldn't be able to tell Jason what had happened on the trip. But oh well. I had new guitars to play with. Yippee! My dogs, though, wouldn't let me out of their sight for a few days before they finally got bored with me and resumed their routines.

Then Jason dumped me. Over the two weeks I had been in Japan, he and Diana had become closer and closer. Also, Jason was getting the feeling I was becoming too much like his mom, a right on observation on his part. I did feel more like a parent than a girlfriend at times during the relationship. I acted all sad and shit, but the truth was I rejoiced inside. It was better for him to do more exploring in life rather than get swallowed up by the circus that my personal life was evolving into. In addition, tt would enable me to slow things down and retrench so that I could avoid mistakes that I had made in the past, such as Jason and I becoming a couple when I mainly just wanted to sleep around and have fun.

For the next month after that, I basically hid from the world except for doing the odd guitar video on You Tube and walking my dogs. Because of the videos I was asked to try out for a local  band. God, they sucked. I played one song with them and then said I wasn't interested. Then I got asked to audition for  a classic rock cover band. I was a far better player than the other guitarist, but that was the problem. It was basically his band and he didn't want to be overshadowed. I guess his dick shrunk by 50% or something when he saw that a girl could play circles around him.

I really wanted to play in a band, but then again, I didn't. There are so many fucking flakes and posing douchebags who call  themselves musicians. I mean, really, who needs the headaches?

Once I had a chance to feel settled down again, I called Marina just to touch base. Of course, she wanted to know where I had been for the better part of the last two months. I told her that when I got dumped by Jason I just decided I wanted to kind of reset my life and get back to basics. She said that she understood. I hope that she got the message that I was going to step back from my involvement from her and the others because things just became too complicated.

When our conversation ended, I took my dogs out to the park. On the way back, I noticed a patrol car that seemed to be following me, which was weird. After I unleashed the mutts and started to head upstairs, there was a knock at my door. Of course, my dogs were going out of their minds. I opened the door and there was a police officer. "Excuse me miss, but shouldn't you be in school right now?" he asked. "Why? Is graduate school mandatory now?" I snarked. I was dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and I guess, given my diminutive size, he thought that I looked rather young. Anyway, he looked at me weird and then asked for my identification. I pulled my driver's license out and handed it to him. "Sorry to bother you Ms. Suzuki," he said after seeing that I was 22. He was pretty cute, blonde, 6'2" and around 200 pounds in his mid-20's, though, and I wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

"That's okay. I'm kinda flattered," I retorted, giving him a flirty look. "Why don't you come in and I'll make lunch for you?" I offered. "My doggies won't bite," I promised. "Hey, that sounds good to me," he responded and radioed that he was going on break. I whipped up a quick curry rice dish for him  I started teasing him using the truancy thing as a way to hit on women. He then asked me if I invited cops to have lunch with me often and I replied with a wry smile, "not really, but maybe I should." I got up from where I was sitting and moved behind him and leaned over and kissed him. As I was doing that, I reached down to his crotch and started manipulating his cock through his pants. "So are you going to show me your night stick?" I seductively inquired. I unzipped his trousers and reached in and pulled his already stiff dick out.

"Why don't you get more comfortable on my living room couch and I'll see what I can do about the stiffness in your love muscle," I propositioned. "Oh yeah, I could definitely use a massage there," he joked. When he got situated, I removed all of my clothes and kneeled in front of him. He undid his belt and I pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles. He had a nice fat cock that was probably pushing eight inches. I darted my tongue at the tip of his cockhead and then put my lips just over the first quarter inch of it and sucked on it a few times. Then I bobbed my head up and down over the whole head several times and he was already groaning. I slowly moved my mouth down about three quarters of the way down his shaft and stopped and sucked as hard as I could on it. I pulled it out of my mouth and said something about how big and thick it was before I gulped his entire penis in one fell swoop and he let out a loud moan as I swallowed with his cockhead in my throat. I started to earnestly go at it, my head nodding rapidly, causing my lips to create a pulling sensation on his engorged shaft. "Fuck, oh fuck, oh shit," he muttered in quick succession as he deposited increasing amounts of his precum on to my tongue. His breathing was becoming exceedingly erratic and choked as I pushed and pulled my lips on to and then away from his bulging manhood until, with a long grunt, he spattered my mouth with his semen. When his cock had finished spasming, I collected his sperm on my tongue, showed it to him, and then swallowed.

"Oh my God, that was phenomenal. I have to return to my shift, Miwa, but thanks for the lunch and bj. Sorry again for hassling you about your age," he apologized, as he hugged my nude form. "No problem sweety," I answered. "Don't be a stranger." I'm sure I wasn't the first woman to give him head because they have a cop fetish, but it was still a good time.

The funny thing is that it happened to me again the following day. I went to the supermarket to do my weekly food shopping. After I loaded my groceries into my car, I went to this Chinese fast food place in the same shopping center. After I ordered, I was standing there waiting for my order to be put together when I noticed that this group of three cops at a table about 15 feet away looking at me. One of them got up and asked me why I wasn't at school. I repeated the snark about graduate school being mandatory and he demanded my identification  "Shit, sorry about that," he said, embarrassed when he read my age. "You ought to dress older because you look really young," he asserted. "How old do you think I look?" I questioned. "About 15," he stated. That blew me away. I guess when I had my hair in a ponytail, which is how I had it that day and the day before, it makes me look like a schoolgirl when I wear the shorts and t-shirt.

So I decided to have some fun with that. I went to the mall around 3 p.m. with that outfit on, just hanging out on some circular seats that were arranged in the center of the mall's main pathway to see who might hit on me, if anyone. I saw this group of teenagers about 30 feet away and it appeared that most of them were trying to goad the tallest of their number to do something and they were staring at me. Unfortunately, none of them were anywhere attractive and when the one guy made a tentative approach by sitting next to me, I immediately blew him off. He walked away with his tail between his legs.

A few minutes later, I noticed a man in his 30's, I think, repeatedly staring at me. I guess he saw me ignore the teenage guy and he decided to use that as an opening. He walked over and pretended to read a magazine. I kept an eye on him to see what he would do. Finally, he got up the nerve to turn to me and say, "I bet you get hit on a lot but I guess you don't like guys your own age," he opened. 'Well, that was quick," I thought to myself. "Yeah, the guys at my school are so immature," I fake complained. "So what are you doing here today?" he inquired. "Just people watching and enjoying the air conditioning," I giggled. "I was just kinda window shopping but don 't really have the money for most of it," I whined again. "A beautiful girl like you must receive a lot of presents from interested guys," he continued. "Sometimes. But most guys don't have jobs so I don't get THAT much," I rejoindered with a chuckle. "Yeah," he lamely agreed., "So how old are you?" he wanted to know. "15," I responded. "You seem more mature than that," he flattered. "I guess that's why the boys around you seem so dopey," he added. "Thanks, that's nice of you to say," I affirmed. "So when do you have to be home?" he interrogated. "Before six," I lied. "Well, would you like to come over to my place and hang out with a mature man?" he implored. "You seem nice," I retorted, "so okay."

I followed him to his car, which was a late model Mustang, and got  in. He drove us up the hill from the mall and then made a right into what was an upper middle class housing tract in a part of town that I knew well from my days as a male. He ushered me into his single level house, which was nondescriptly furnished. He had a sofa and loveseat in his livingroom and a plasma screen tv on the wall plus a little wall mounted stereo setup. I sat down on the loveseat and he slid in next to me. "So do you have a boyfriend?" he wondered. "Not right now. I just got dumped by my ex and I'm still pretty bummed about it," I said only half truthfully. "Oh, that's too bad," he responded with what I knew was fake sympathy. Now he was going to play on my emotions and the windup AAAAND the pitch: "how old was he?" "16. We go to different schools, though," I counterfeit disclosed. "And he found a new girl at his own school," I simulated pouting. "Oh, you poor thing," he disingenuously sympathized, putting his arm around my shoulder. "You gotta start going out with men and not boys," he recommended. "Yeah," I assented. "Do you like me?" he inquired. "Well, you've been nice to me so far," I meekly retorted. He leaned over and I let him kiss me and, surprisingly, he was a good kisser. I placed my hand on the back of his head and let him kiss me again and before I knew it, he had me wrapped up in his arms. Then he got precious and told me how cute I was and rubbed his index finger on my nose. I giggled just to give him some kind of positive reaction. He kissed me again and I felt his hand going up the front of my shirt. and then I experienced the sensation of my bra being unhooked. He pushed my shirt up and exposed my breasts to him.

"Wow, those are too nice to waste on some high school kid," he admired. He was 5'10" with a very compact build and he picked me up and took me down the hall to his bedroom and dropped me on the bed. "Hold on, I need to turn this off," he said, as he grabbed what appeared to be a remote control but tried to play if off that it was a cellphone. So basically he was going to tape us having sex and show it to his other pedophile buddies. He pulled my shirt and bra off and then toppled me on to the bed. He moved me around so that we were both laying against the pillows near his headboard. As creepy as the subtext of this was, my heart was nonetheless racing and I was wet. He kissed me hard while pawing my breasts and playing with my nipples. "God, you're a really good kisser!" I praised truthfully. "Thank you," he smirked. He moved down to suck my nipples and his righthand slipped underneath my shorts and then my panties and I felt it rubbing my pussy. "Does that feel good?" he pondered. "Definitely," I complimented because it actually did. I was super wet while he continued to exert friction on my clit. "Ohhhhhhh," I moaned and a couple more minutes later I had my first orgasm. He kept at it and the heat inside me accumulated and I was moaning up a storm. "You really like the touch of an older man, don't you?" he quizzed. "Oh God yes," I returned and another minute after that I had the first of several consecutive climaxes. "You're really responsive," he noticed. "Duh," I thought to myself right before another orgasm ripped into me.

He pulled his hand out of my shorts and licked his fingers. "Mmmmm, tasty," he smiled. I giggled again. He yanked my shorts, panties and tennis shoes off, leaving me only in a pair of white ankle socks. His mouth went right for my cunt and it was like he was attempting to suck all my juices out of me from just outside my opening. He moved his body on top of mine and his penis was right over my mouth. I lapped at it and then took it between my lips and he emitted a groan. His cock was maybe, and I mean maybe, six inches, but thick and girth is always more important than length. My body reacted automatically and he brought me to orgasm with his mouth while I tried to focus on providing as strong a suction as I could on his flesh pipe. He rolled off of me and kneeled on the bed and had me vacuum his stubby penis until he streamed his watery payload on to my tongue. I showed it to him and then swallowed it with a giggle. "Where did you learn to do that?" he queried. "I don't know," I chuckled. "Just experience, I guess." "Fuck, your ex is some kind of dumbass to dump a girl who can give head like that!" he positively evaluated. "Thank you," I answered. "When did you give your first blowjob?" he wanted to know. Now I was thinking about the tv cameras he had rolling and I wanted to be as provocative as possible. "I think I was 12," I fibbed. "One of my girlfriends had a really hot brother and so I wanted to make him remember me," I imagined. "Fuck, that's a hot story," he stated. "Did you ever fuck him?" "No, but I wanted to," I reported dishonestly, faking breaking down into a pile of giggles.

"Jesus, you're something else," he laughed. He dove back between my legs and licked and sucked my clit to a bunch of orgasms. When he was hard again, he pulled me up on to all fours and had me face the east wall of his bedroom. I assume that was because he had a camera somewhere in that area and wanted to put my facial reactions on display while he plowed me from behind. I felt his cock forcing my vaginal walls apart  and oh fuck, it felt good! I then felt his hands on my hips and he pulled me time and again on to his fire hydrant of a dick and created an intense friction inside me and I was soon feeling flushed and cutting into the bed clothes with my nails as I moaned and sighed my approval. "Fuck me hard!" I suddenly declared and he banged the shit out of me, making me cum in a rush of heat and prickly sensations all through my body. "That's it you little whore, take that cock because you love it," he growled. "Oh fuck yes, I love that cock!" I loudly proclaimed for the folks at home. My eyes rolled up in my head when I totally lost control and the multiple orgasms riddled my senses with pleasure. After fucking me for around half an hour, I would say, I heard him warn me of his imminent delivery of sperm into my womb. He cried out and hosed my slot with his pallid cum. When his cock became flaccid, I flopped theatrically on to my stomach. "God, you fuck so good," I childishly extolled.

"I hope I didn't get you pregnant," he blurted afterward. "Don't worry, I have some kind of uterus problem that keeps me from being able to have a baby," I bullshitted him. "That's good," he remarked. "But you'd look hot with my baby in your belly." I laughed and then claimed he would dump me because of what the birth process would do to my body. I picked my clothes off the floor and put them on and then announced that I should probably be leaving. I looked him right in the eye, and hopefully this was caught on the cameras he hid, too, "by the way, I'm actually 22 and you're lucky I'm not a cop," I elucidated. "You're a good fuck, but you need to choose partners more your own age," I preached and left. Since I was an adult there was no crime actually committed, but I hope it put the fear of God into him. Of course, I was also being rather hypocritical myself, but that's life.