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©2001 -Vertigo-

The blonde construction worker tidied up the den as Keefer poured the coffee. She wanted to go home to her dogs as soon as possible, but at the same time she didn't want to leave the tall inspector. Usually, her dogs were her best excuse to go running from a woman's house, but not this one. Whether it was the sudden protectiveness she felt for Keefer or the lust she was experiencing, Sheridan wanted to be near the sexy brunette as much as possible.

Keefer stood with her back against the edge of the counter top, holding her mug of coffee. She was still stuck -- replaying the events of this morning in disbelief and embarrassment. Oh sure, it felt good, very good to touch herself like that, but it was why she did it that gave her fits. She had never wanted to be touched so badly before and the only times she ever did crave attention was long after Danni had been touching her already. Sheridan hadn't even been awake and the tall woman was so aroused, she couldn't control the need to touch herself. Danni often begged her to do it, not only for her own selfish pleasures, but hoping that it would aid Keefer's climax and help it come quicker so she could go to sleep. The tall woman never gave it a second thought and always refused. She'd never done that in her life, not even as an inquisitive child. Keefer wasn't, by any means a sexual person, not in the way that she'd read about or heard people talk about. She'd never thought of herself as abnormal until Danni started telling her she was. She[had even begun to wonder if maybe Danni was right, that she was a sexual freak of nature.

Until now.

She had never experienced the depth of arousal that she felt that morning while watching Sheridan sleep. She craved and felt things that took her completely by surprise, but was unable to process at the time. She was too hot to think about it; she couldn't stop to analyze if she wanted to. God, is it hot in here? She fanned herself and pulled a box of donuts off of the counter. The whole train of thought was making her blush deeply and she had to stop before Sheridan appeared.

Sheridan joined Keefer at the kitchen table and picked up the steaming mug with a smile. "How did you know how I take my coffee?" she asked, snatching a donut from the open box, "and donuts, too. Ms. Gibson, have you been spying on me?"

Keefer paled, dropped her coffee all over the table and jumped up from her seat.

"Jesus! What happened?" Sheridan asked as she ran to the roll of paper towels. Shit all I said was... FUCK! Way to go Sheridan!

"It, uh... it must have slipped. I better go change," Keefer said with a shaky voice as she ran from the kitchen.

"Shit, smart mouth, how are you gonna fix this?" the blonde asked herself as she wiped up the coffee.

"Oh, my god! She saw me... she goddamned saw me... what am I going to do?" Keefer felt like crying again, her entire body felt hot. Her mind played back the earlier events quickly and she took a deep breath. "Get a grip, Keef... she was fast asleep..." She peeled off her wet pants and grimaced. "Christ! There's coffee all over me. I need a shower," she yelled out to Sheridan that she was going to take a quick shower.

The construction worker turned off the water in the kitchen thinking she heard Keefer call to her. She dried her hands on the towel and took it with her as she walked towards where she thought the tall woman might be. The bedroom door was open a crack and Sheridan was looking right through it. Like a fantasy come true, there was Keefer standing by the bed, pulling her shirt over her head. She wore nothing but panties now and Sheridan suddenly felt light headed at the sight. The brunette had the most perfect breasts she had ever seen in her life and she'd seen enough to know. Her mouth watered as she imagined what one might taste like. Her eyes traveled downward; Keefer's abdomen was beautiful, flat and smooth.

Sheridan had to swallow, she was actively drooling and she still hadn't gotten to those legs. Green eyes widened as Keefer hooked her fingers in the elastic of her panties and Sheridan backed up away from view, desperate to see what came next, but not willing to be caught. She watched, her heart beating loudly as the tall woman bent at the waist and pulled her panties down to her shins before standing up and kicking them off of her feet. Keefer bent to speak to the dog on her bed and Sheridan almost gasped out loud. Green eyes clamped shut and the blonde woman took a deep breath... opening them again very slowly. The tall woman was facing her dresser, rummaging through the drawer, her bare ass staring Sheridan right in the face. Hot shit... would you look at her.... there's not one single flaw on that whole entire body.

Her eyes wide open and her mouth gaping, the blonde watched as Keefer turned around and walked towards the doorway. Sheridan scanned every single inch that was bared to her -- the firm, large, breasts with perfect nipples standing proudly in the center, her delightful stomach and her dark black, neatly trimmed thatch of pubic hair at the apex of two gloriously long sculpted legs. Keefer reached for something on the back of the door and Sheridan high tailed it back into the kitchen. Her head was swimming with naked Keefers, her heart pounding in her ears. She tried to associate this woman with the bitchy inspector that she'd first encountered at the job. They were two completely different people. Fifi appeared by her legs and she reached down absently to pet her head.

Keefer stood in the kitchen with her head cocked in question. Sheridan looked all out of sorts and from the way she was clutching the dishtowel, the tall woman thought she had hurt herself. "Sheridan? Is everything alright?"

Jarring back to reality, Sheridan focused on Keefer in her big fluffy robe. She swallowed hard before she spoke, "Yeah, everything's fine."

"Oh, okay. Are you sure? You look upset."

"No, really... I'm okay." At Keefer's raised eyebrow, she smiled, "Honest."

"Well, then I'm going to take a shower, I'm all sticky from coffee."

"Listen, I gotta go take care of my dogs. As much as I'd love to stay here with you all day, and I would, I have to feed and walk them or they will tear my place apart," she said with regret. This was the one time where she wished the dogs could use a can opener.

"You really want to spend the day with me?" Keefer blurted before thinking.

"Well... yeah. Why wouldn't I?" Sheridan grinned at the blush that Keefer wore. I'm getting mighty attached to that color.

"No reason. I'm just surprised, you hardly know me and after all that's happened..."

"Oh, I know you better than you think, Keefer," the blonde startled herself by saying that out loud.

Keefer's eyes widened considerably. "What do you mean by that?" she asked nervously.

"I mean, that I know you have a heart of gold... Fifi is testament to that. I know you had a shit for a girlfriend; I know you deserve much better. I also know that you can still find that special person who's willing to treat you with the respect that you deserve." Phew!

Keefer expelled a loud breath. She was taken for a loop. No one ever said those things to her, not even Danni and she claimed to love her. She looked at Sheridan differently now. "You know all that, do you?"

"Yes, I do... and I believe it."

Keefer had the sudden urge to kiss the shorter woman, but held herself back. Not being a touchy-feely person, it worried her how she suddenly needed to have physical contact with Sheridan. It worried her still more, as to how she'd react, should she actually make that contact. "Um, thank you. I'm going to shower now. Just lock the door behind you," she got as close to the blonde as she could without touching her. "Thank you so much for staying here last night. If I can do you any favors, just tell me."

Sheridan, not having Keefer's reserves, reached out to the tall woman and took her hands. "Don't you worry, I'll think of something," she kissed one hand and winked before heading into the living room.

Keefer watched breathlessly as Sheridan picked up her jacket and left the house. The blonde's leather-covered rear was the last thing she saw as the door closed. "Whew, Feefs... I think I'm in big trouble here. I didn't want her to go."

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I am never going to shake those images... Sheridan mused at a red light. Those tits... that ass... mmm... she's fucking perfect. She absently tapped her fingers on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to change. What now, Sher? She wants you and you know it. You wanna fuck her so badly... but you can't, and you know that, too. She reached down and turned on the radio. The woman has issues, LOTSA issues. But did you SEE her? A loud horn blared behind her, breaking her from her thoughts. "Hold your panties, asshole!" she yelled out the window and stepped on the gas.

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Keefer finished her shower and wandered around her house in a daze. Standing in the living room, she noticed a mangled napkin on the coffee table with writing on it. Upon further inspection, she found that Sheridan had written her phone number on it and a small note that said if she ever needed her for anything to call. Keefer smiled at the donut shop napkin, she'd have figured Sheridan to carry around little cheesy business cards that said, "For a good time call..." Smoothing out the wrinkled napkin, she folded it in half and held it as she walked into the den.

Fifi was already sprawled out on the couch, her head resting on the folded sheet that Sheridan had left there. "The baby likes Sheridan, doesn't she?" Keefer sat next to her dog and scratched her behind the ear. "The mommy likes her too," she said as she picked up her pillow and hugged it. "Oh no..." Under the pillow was a black sports bra. Keefer picked it up and stretched it out, inspecting it. She could never wear one of these -- her breasts were too big. She held it up to her body and snickered at the difference in size. Suddenly her stomach clenched as Sheridan's cologne wafted up to her nose. She hummed in the back of her throat as she brought the bra up to her face. My mouth is where her tits were, she thought fleetingly. Fifi gave her mommy a curious look as she flopped back on the futon with the bra on her face. The tall woman lay there for a long while smelling the bra, feeling all sorts of good sensations tingle through her body as she thought about Sheridan's breasts. Her tongue poked out on its own volition and she tasted the fabric briefly before she jolted upright and pulled the bra off her face. Thinking about what she'd just done, and the things she'd done earlier, she came to a conclusion. "Okay, Keef, you're now officially obsessed."

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She touched herself thinking about you this morning, the green eyed woman thought while she watched her dogs run wild in the park. A grin curled the side of her lips. You did the same fucking thing, you perv. A thought popped into her head that made her heart palpitate. Imagine doing it together... She remained lost in the thought for a long time, the wetness growing between her legs. Oh, yeah... imagine those long fingers doing their thing right there in front of you... A small growl fell from her lips and the blonde shook her head and whistled for her dogs. Just cut that out... NOW! That's an image you really don't need. Zeus came to a skidding halt at her feet and she reattached his leash. Pharaoh was still hogging a Frisbee from a Collie and she had to walk over to him to wrestle it free. She apologized to the Collie's owner at the condition of the toy and promised to replace it next time. She hooked Pharaoh up to his leash and walked towards the gate, mulling over her dilemma. It's Sunday night and you need to get laid. How the fuck are you gona do that? The goddamned club is closed for rennovations until Tuesday. It was going to be a long two days. Sheridan was horny as hell.

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Keefer returned home after walking Fifi and as she put the key in the door fear, washed over her. Uh oh... what if Danni's in there... She turned the key slowly, swallowing hard, bracing herself for her ex-girlfriend-to-be on the other side. Hesitantly opening the door, she waited. "Is she there, Feefs?" The dog offered no answer, but the way she was shoving her nose through the small opening in the door made Keefer felt a little more confident. "Okay, go on then," she told Fifi and pushed the door open all the way. Taking a look around the living room, was relieved to find it intact, though she was scared to check the rest of the house. This is ridiculous. You took all those self-defense classes and you're acting like a frightened little girl. Keefer knew she could never hit Danni with intent to harm though, and that's why she was so afraid to find her here. The redhead never acted like she had last night -- so hurtful and full of spite. The tall woman walked quietly through the house, Fifi on her heels, sensing [[her]] mommy's trepidation. "It's okay, Feefs, the house is empty." She patted the worried dog and let out a sigh of relief. She never thought she'd ever be afraid of Danni and she wasn't sure it was actually fear that she was feeling, but none the less, she wasn't at all comfortable with the knowledge that the redhead still had the keys to the house.

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Sheridan sat on the couch in her underwear with her feet up on the coffee table. Zeus had his head on her left thigh and Pharaoh was curled up next to her with his body under her right arm. She idly scratched his back as she flipped through the boring Sunday television programs and waited for the microwave to ping, telling her dinner was ready. She drank Pepsi out of the one-liter bottle and belched loudly, snickering as all four doggie ears twitched at the sound. Oh, man... this is my entertainment? I am sooo pathetic, she laughed at herself as she jumped up and did a happy dance when her oven pinged. "Woo Hoo... Hungry Man chicken."

The construction worker fed herself, her dogs and then turned the apartment upside-down, looking for something to do. So far, she had done pretty well keeping the tall brunette off of her mind and intended to keep doing so until the club opened up again on Tuesday. If she continued to think of Keefer in the ways that she had been this morning, her right forearm was sure to look like Popeye's... and that would never do. Besides, 'Why do it yourself when you can have someone else do it for you?' was her motto. Not that she'd knock it -- the muscular blonde had been doing it as long as she could remember -- it just felt so much better when someone else did it.

Her thoughts drifted back to the expression on Keefer's face when she touched herself. If she didn't know any better, she'd think it was the first time the woman had ever done such a thing, she looked totally surprised by both the feeling and the wetness she'd encountered. Poor Keefer... missed out on so much fun... she shook her head in sadness. I'd love to teach you everything there is to know, she thought with a smirk. "Oh baby!" she chuckled out loud. "Wouldn't that be something, showing her all the finer points of pleasure?" Sheridan narrowed her eyes. I told you not to go there; you have two whole days to go until you get laid. The reprimand did no good as the blonde's mind wandered all over the place. Unfortunately, all images and thoughts included the tall inspector, every one of them erotic. "Fine! Stay horny; see if I care!" she yelled at her crotch.

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It was almost lunchtime on Monday afternoon. Keefer closed the folder she had been staring at and placed it neatly on top of the stack she already on her desk. She leaned back in her chair and stretched out her long legs, kicking her shoes off of her feet. I hate stockings... she frowned at her feet and wiggled her captive toes. The phone rang and she stiffened. Danni had been calling her all morning, alternately begging for forgiveness and being hurtful. Keefer didn't want to answer her phone, but had to... it could be important. "Keefer Gibson," she said into the receiver, closing her eyes and bracing herself.

"Babe... don't hang up on me, please!"

The inspector threw herself back in her chair and blew out a frustrated breath. "What," she said with annoyance.

"Listen to me, please... I'm sorry. Why can't you believe me?"

"Danni, you're not sorry. Now leave me alone," Keefer sighed; she was getting tired of this.

"But, Keef!" Danni whined.

"What could you possibly give as an excuse that would make me forgive you? You slept with another woman... you didn't even bother being discreet! Half of Brooklyn knows that you played me for a fool, Danni!" Keefer was getting angry and it was showing through her voice. "You embarrassed me, you disrespected me and you weren't the least bit concerned about who knew it."

"You're just pissed that the little construction worker knew. Keefer, she's nothing but a slut! She's a fucking asshole! I love you!"

"Sheridan isn't the asshole, you are. Now stop calling me."

"Sheridan is a fucking loser! She's only out to fuck you. Do you think she cares about you?" Danni barked a laugh. "You're wrong, she wants to nail you and add you to her collection of conquests... Keef! She broke my nose!"

Keefer smiled. "Yeah she did break your nose. You deserved it." The tall woman slammed the receiver down and dropped her head into her hands. Oh, shit. What if Danni is right? What if I'm reading Sheridan all wrong... what if she only wants to sleep with me...

Keefer slipped the folded napkin out from under her desk blotter. She thought about calling Sheridan and just plain asking what her intent was, but then she changed her mind. What if Danni is making all this up to hurt me? She stood up and put on her suit jacket, shoving the napkin into her pocket. I should just ask her what she wants from me. She'll be honest... She stopped on her way to the door and looked in the mirror. What if she does only want me for sex... then what? Do I sleep with her anyway? Oh, no... I could never... could I? I've never wanted to so badly before in my life... would it be so bad if I did?

The tall woman blinked a few times and forced the thought out of her mind. She'd gone all morning without thinking of the muscular blonde and she intended to keep up the good work for the remainder of the day. Sheridan did nothing for her concentration -- thoughts of the construction worker confused her body and her mind. Once the woman popped into her head, she found it hard to think about anything else. Her eyes, her body, her hands...

"Her hands? Why her hands?" Keefer asked out loud. She remembered the way those calloused hands felt as they held hers, the roughened skin scratchy against her palms. A shiver coursed through her body as she imagined the feeling of those fingers elsewhere. The inspector felt her nipples tighten and she glanced down at them in confusion. "Why do you keep doing that?" she asked them. Thankfully, they didn't respond and she blushed as she studied them. She had never been aware of her nipples reacting in such a way to any thoughts or situations before, except a chill. She looked away from the mirror as she thought about Sheridan's hands on her breasts and gasped audibly as she felt her nipples tingle in response. Hmmm... she reached up with one hand in curiosity. The instant her fingers brushed against her nipple a surge of feeling washed over her and settled between her legs. Eyes wide, she stared at her reflection, the warmth in her sex a steady reminder of her body's inability to control itself when it came to the little, blonde construction worker. Again... would it be so bad if she only wants to sleep with me?

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Sheridan flopped down on a pile of cement bags and opened her lunch. Phil sat on the floor in front of her and opened his lunch, too. They ate in silence until Bobby sat down next to Sheridan and hip-checked her.

"Watch it, asshole," she threatened, nearly sliding off the cement bag.

"Cranky much?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "You've been biting our heads off all morning. What gives?"

"I'm not cranky, I'm horny. Unless you plan on doing something about it, get off my lap," she growled.

"Ooo..." Bobby mock shook. "Okay, tough guy, I'm moving," he moved to the floor and exchanged looks with Phil, who shrugged and bit into his monster sandwich.

"What's going on, Patch? It's not like you to go without," Bobby dared to ask.

"Ahh, it's not that... I had some trouble Saturday night. I had to tend to a lady in trouble. Kinda fucked up my plans," she said with a frown.

"Always the gentleman. That's cool though, it's not so bad to help out a lady," Phil said with a grin. "The benefits are well worth it."

"Yeah, but it's not that kind of thing, buddy. She's not someone I want to dick around with; she's got a few issues," Sheridan explained.

"Issues? Forget it, Patch, you don't need issues," Phil held up his hand and shook his head. "Plenty other fish in the sea."

"That's what I keep telling myself," she muttered, biting into her lunch.

"Huh?" Bobby furrowed his brows.

"Nuthin... forget it," she said around a mouthful of food.

They ate the remainder of their lunch in silence. Sheridan stayed lost in thoughts of Keefer and her glorious nakedness, Keefer touching herself, Keefer blushing, Keefer in the shower... The blonde suddenly stood up and cleared her throat. "I need some air, guys."

Phil and Bobby watched in curiosity as she ran down the stairs.

"What do you think has gotten into her?" Phil wondered.

"I think it's this damsel in distress. She seems pretty bothered by it; she's been distracted all morning," Bobby said, polishing off his lunch.

"If this thing happened on Saturday, she's been stewing in it since then. I wonder what this woman is like to get Patch all fucked up?"

"I dunno, Philly, but she must be something else. I've never seen her act like this before."

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Sheridan stomped around outside for a while, trying to think about something other than Keefer. She climbed up onto the back of a high pick-up truck and swung her feet back and forth. Why is she still on my mind? What has she done to me? she wondered. Sure, she's a hell of a fine looking woman, but I can't fuck her. That should be the end of the whole thing, but it's not. I still can't stop thinking about her. The blonde jumped down from the back of the truck and moved some gravel around with her foot. I should have taken her phone number... see if she's alright. What if that bitch-face came back to bother her? Sheridan felt panic. Oh, no... what if she did? What if she needed me? She paced back and forth. Okay, I gave her my number. If she needs me, she'll call me. Stop worrying, Sher. She took a deep breath and adjusted her hard hat, rubbing the tension out of her neck. Her cell phone chirped and her heart beat faster. Looking at the phone, she saw it was her dad and she felt somewhat let down at the familiar number; she'd hoped it was Keefer. Why is she doing this to me?

"Whassup, Pop?"

"Steven wants to work with you tomorrow, is it okay?"

"Sure... I'll pick him up in the morning on my way over."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Sheridan clipped the phone back into its holder and started back towards the guys. At least I don't have to think about her tomorrow, I'll be too distracted, she thought with relief.

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Keefer strolled back into the building after a long walk on her lunch hour. She looked around briefly, to make sure Danni wasn't in the lobby and headed towards the elevator. She hated feeling like this, looking around every corner for her ex, but they both worked for the same company and she was bound to run into her somewhere.

Standing in the safety of her office, the brunette noticed that she had a few messages blinking on her voice mail. She sat down and thought about transferring out of the building, maybe to another location so she wouldn't have to worry about Danni while at work. It was bad enough that Sheridan distracted her, but that was a good distraction, Danni's was bad. Thinking about Sheridan made her feel very good things; Danni made her feel sick and nervous. She couldn't possibly continue to work in a productive manner with all the distractions.

Playing back her messages, she flinched at Danni's voice, instantly deleting the voice mail without listening to it. All the messages were from Danni and she deleted them all. Closing her eyes, she wondered if she should be afraid that Danni would come back to the house. She sounded desperate enough and Keefer became worried. She fingered the napkin in her pocket, entertaining the idea of calling Sheridan and asking her to come over. For what? What would I be asking her to come over for? Protection? she grimaced and shook her head. Be a big girl, Keef. You can deal with Danni all by yourself. You don't need to put Sheridan in the middle of this. The tall woman sighed out loud. You want Sheridan somewhere though, don't you? How? Why?

Keefer's boss stuck his head in her office and she immediately dropped all thoughts of Sheridan and Danni, knowing it would be a brief respite.

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The blonde pushed open her apartment door and laughed out loud as her dogs greeted her with the same enthusiasm as they did every day. "You'd think I was gone for weeks!" she mumbled around the paw that covered her face. "Phew, Zeus... your feet stink!" she made a sour face that didn't last long as she was licked to death by warring tongues. "Ptthhhbbt," she chuckled and blew big gusts of air in the dogs' faces. "Okay... that's it! Enough!" she yelled, twisting her body around beneath the giant dogs. Finally getting herself in an upright position, she gave the animals a long look."You guys are so dusty and dirty. You both smell."

Pharaoh actually looked offended and he cocked his good ear along with his eyebrows.

"Well, you do... both of you need a bath. What do you say we hit the groomer's tomorrow morning?"

Zeus turned over on his back and sighed pathetically, Pharaoh smelled Zeus's bared belly and then sneezed.

"See? I told you so," Sheridan stuck out her tongue at the dogs and proceeded to get undressed as she walked to the bedroom. "Tomorrow it is then," she said to herself.

Pharaoh followed her into the bedroom and jumped up on the bed.

"Hey, get your smelly feet off of my bed! And where is my black bra, you thief?" She questioned the dog as she sifted through her underwear drawer. "You're the underwear stealer, go get it," she ordered Pharaoh who lay down and yawned. "Fine, I won't wear a bra then," she told the dog and then disappeared into the shower.

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Keefer pulled off her stockings and twisted them up in a ball before throwing them on the floor, "God, I hate those things." She frowned at the balled up nylon. "Why do I have to wear them anyway? Tomorrow, I won't wear stockings. Heck, I won't even wear a dress, I'll wear pants to work," she decided as she pulled on baggy sweats. Looking at herself in her mirror, she scowled, These are Danni's sweats. Keefer went through her dresser and her closet and pursed her lips in thought. Hmmm... I never thought about that before. Realizing she had no sweats of her own, she made another decision and grabbed her wallet. Time to go shopping.

"Feefs!" she called and the dog came running. "Go get that leash, we're going for a long walk."

To be continued...in Part 7

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