The Girl Wanted A Mirror On Her Ceiling
I went to school in where I was journalism major and worked for the school rag. At a party where there was lots of beer, and some of the kids were smoking pot, the cops raided the place. The music stopped, a great big number of kids were under 21 so the cops were looking for who had supplied the beer and booze. And the pot? O yes, that's really why they were there.
It turned out that one of the 'girls' there was undercover and she fingered the supplier, a senior kid. They caught him with a supply on him and in his car, he sold it in little bags for five bucks a pop. They made an example out of him. I knew him casually, and I watched him being carted off. Because I knew him I stayed on the story. He did get his day in court, the undercover cop girl testified against him, he was not only a user but he was a distributor and that's what got him five years. Five years in Huntsville.
The way life works is that you don't control who or where you are going to meet up with. Because I followed the whole thing I got to know the cop girl and when I put the move on her, she folded. She was older than me, but a couple of years, and she loved being a cop. She was, to put it bluntly a little rough. She liked it, a lot. Just fuck her and don't stop. At this antique place was a mirror, a huge mirror and she told me she wanted it, and to put it up over her bed on the ceiling. That way she could watch herself when I fucked. 'I 'want' to watch you fuck me'. What?
I was a senior, and I got a couple of friends, and we took the mirror after she bought it, took it out of its frame, and rigged up a way to attach it to the ceiling. She loved it, she could lay there naked, with her finger in herself, and squirm around on her bed and see herself play with herself. She loved to have me slide up on her, after spending time at the oyster bar, and she would count the thrusts. And a one, and a two, and a three, and so on. It was performance art. I was 22 and she was 26.
I graduated and I got a job as an intern in Austin and she was all over herself. Because I got a job she had to move? We left that mirror in the ceiling when we moved her out of her apartment. In Austin she moved in, that was to make sure I wasn't fucking around. She decided to apply to law school, to be prosecutor. Surprisingly there were a lot of older guys and gals in law school with her, who had tried different careers and needed to make money. If we were going to stay together someone had to make money. Oh, excuse me, no IF. We got married in Austin.
She is a prosecutor, but not in Austin. She really does get into her world. She doesn't like panties in the house. She wants me to tell her all about my day while I'm on top. And yes we have a mirror over the bed. Fucking is not an optional thing, and she does tell me to keep on fucking her until she says stop. The oyster bar is always open. I work at a regular job, where I can express myself and still get paid. But she carries the big load.
