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The last two periods at college were PE and I was damned if I was gonna attend them. It’s not that I’m allergic to exercise; it’s just the boring inanity of having to do physical jerks each week just because the teacher likes doing them. I was so out of there. Donna and I slipped out of college and went home. By home, I mean that we both went to my place, mainly because there would be no-one there. Truancy? I suppose it is but did I care? Not so you’d notice.

I live out of town a little way and I have my own little car. It’s not much of a car but it goes and that’s what counts. We were in and long gone by the time anyone noticed that we were missing. Hopefully, the only ones who’d notice we were no longer at college were classmates and they wouldn’t say anything. After all, it might be them next time.

Once we were at my place we decided to use the pool. It was a hot day and a dip wouldn’t hurt. We can at all times claim that it counted as our PE for the day. Naturally enough, Donna didn’t have her bathing costume with her and, equally naturally, she nearly had a heart attack when I suggested skinny dipping. She was horrified at the idea in case someone caught us. So I dug out one of my older bikinis for her and we changed.

There was only one little issue with that bikini. I’m, shall we say, more developed in certain areas than Donna. The bikini top simply swam on her. I suggested that the best solution was to just go topless. I’d do the same and if anyone came it would be easier to fold our arms over our breasts, but it wasn’t as though I was expecting visitors. The whole family were supposed to be away for hours yet. So we went in topless, feeling deliciously naughty.

We were lazing on the lawn beside the pool when I wondered I heard the front doorbell. I listened hard for a moment and yes, the bell rang again. Donna also heard it.

“Um, someone’s at the door,” she observed.

“Well, my parents are at work. My brothers are at work and school respectively. I’m at school and so are you. There’s no-one home to answer the door. Whoever it is will have to come back when someone’s home.”

My logic seemed acceptable to Donna and we both just relaxed and ignored the unwanted visitors. Too bad they didn’t ignore us.

“Hullo, young ladies,” said an affable voice and we looked up to see a couple of cops strolling around from the side of the house.

We both squealed and jumped to our feet, red of face and hands flashing to cover our breasts.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” I demanded.

“Ah, police, Miss,” said the taller of the two officers.

No kidding. I’d already worked that out for myself.

“Oh, gee, so you are,” I observed. “I thought you might be. The uniforms are a bit of a clue, you know. What are you doing here?”

“Answering a call, Miss,” came the reply. “We were notified that somebody seemed to be at this property when all the residents were supposed to be absent and we just dropped by to make sure there wasn’t a break-in.”

“Well, there’s not. Feel free to leave,” I told them.

“Certainly, Miss,” he said, sounding oh, so agreeable. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“I live here,” I said with some asperity, “and this is my friend Donna. As to what we’re doing here I’d have thought it obvious that we were swimming.”

“Yes, Miss. Ah, I was given to understand that the young lady who lives here would be at school right now. Rochelle, is it?”

I flushed slightly and nodded.

“Um, yes, well normally we would be at school but we got the last two periods off today.”

“I see. Does the school know you have the last two periods off?”

That’s the kind of suspicious mind that comes with being a cop. Why couldn’t he just accept that we were legitimately at home and go away. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer.

“Ah, not exactly,” I admitted. “The last two periods were PE and we figured it would be more interesting to get our exercise at home in the pool. I can’t stand the way we have to do PE at school.”

“I see. I guess that means that you’re truants. What’s wrong with the PE at your school?”

“I don’t think it’s called truancy when the students are eighteen – our age,” I pointed out. “I think it’s called using adult discretion to avoid an unpleasant experience. As to what’s wrong with the PE, our teacher makes us do physical jerks like jumping jacks and knee bends and other stupid things. By a strange coincidence various male students always seem to find an excuse to wander past while we’re doing the exercises. They like to see our boobs bounce.”

I think the officer was struggling to keep a straight face, but his off-sider sniggered at that opinion. He also seemed to be spending a lot of time eyeing Donna.

“Well, Miss, we do have to report this, but I’ll just state that the daughter was unexpectedly home.”

“Um, hold on. By report, you mean at the local Police Station?”

“Yes, Miss,” he said, sounding puzzled.

“Do you have to?”

“Ah, why shouldn’t I?”

“If you report it at the station, Sergeant MacEnvoy will see the report. He’ll stir up my dad about it and I’ll get into trouble. That’s why you shouldn’t. Can’t you just say it was a false alarm and not mention me being home?”

He looked at me thoughtfully and then glanced over at his mate, who was still eyeing off Donna. Didn’t that man have any tact? Not that she was much better. She was giving him back look for look and I’ll swear that her hands had moved to show more of her breasts.

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll make a deal with you. The pair of you show us one of those exercises that makes your, ah, boobs bounce, and I’ll report it as a false alarm.”

“That’s blackmail,” I said indignantly.

“Mm, possibly,” he admitted. “Is that a yes or no?”

I felt slightly squirmy inside at the wondered of deliberately showing a man my boobs bouncing. Blushing slightly, I turned to look at Donna. She was just giggling and already had her hands down by her side, showing off her attributes, nodding her agreement. I glared at her, but nodded.

“Two jumping jacks and that’s it,” I said.

Talk about total embarrassment. It was fine for Donna. Her breasts weren’t as large as mine. Now I quite enjoy having largish breasts, and I’m young enough and fit enough that they don’t sag. That does not mean I enjoyed doing a couple of jumping jacks for the amusement of a couple of chauvinistic pigs in uniform. Donna wondered it a real giggle but her breasts stopped bouncing when she did. Mine had some momentum going and I had to slap my hands over them to make them stay still. Totally not fair.

“Very interesting,” drawled my tormentor. “Now I’d appreciate it if you’d take off the rest of your bikini.”

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