Sheridan sat in her car outside the club. She wasn't ready to go in yet; she was still going over her last few minutes with Keefer from earlier. The two of them had been making out like a couple of starving, hormonal teenagers for quite some time before Sheridan had made an attempt at escape.

The blonde untangled her fingers from the mass of black hair she was grasping and pulled back. "I better go, Keef," she breathed out against the brunette's lips.

"Yeah," Keefer agreed just as breathlessly, poking her tongue out and tickling the kiss-bruised lips of the woman pressed against her.

Sheridan groaned painfully, her hips jerked at the sensation of the wet, hot tongue tracing her lip. She jumped back and out of the circle of the long arms. "Jesus, woman! Are you trying to kill me? I swear I'm going to just explode into a million little pieces!"

Keefer averted her eyes to look at the carpeting. "I'm sorry. I just can't stop kissing you," she admitted quietly.

"I'm so turned on right now, Keefer..." Sheridan started to explain but Keefer's highly aroused eyes met her own and she shivered, losing her train of thought. "I, uh... better go," she stammered, backing towards the door. Keefer started to follow her and she held out a hand to stop her. "Step away from the horny lesbian!"

Keefer giggled, "Huh?"

"Stay right where you are, hands where I can see 'em and nobody gets hurt," Sheridan half joked.

Keefer obeyed, holding up her hands and standing where she was. "Better?" she smiled.

"Much," Sheridan grinned back. "I'll call you tomorrow," she said as she winked and was gone.

Sheridan squirmed from the memory of Keefer's lusty blue eyes watching her back from the front door. "God, she turns me on!" She closed her eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath before getting out of the car and, reflexively, smoothing her pants over her butt. At least I know she's as turned on as I am. I wonder how long I'll have to wait to finally touch her where I really want.

After jumping down the steps to get into the club, the blonde sauntered over to Verna and waited for her sugar fix.

"Hiya, Sher, you look good tonight. Hot date?" the coat-check woman teased.

"Yeah, something like that," Sheridan winked.

"Hey, what's the story with you and the tall looker? The rumor mill has been working overtime on this one."

Sheridan winced, "Great, just great. What's the general feel, Ma?"

"That leggy brunette dragged you outta here and had her way with you out on the avenue. You submitted like a puppy-dog."

Sheridan grimaced. Not so far from the truth, is it? "Looks like I have to consider some serious damage control then, huh?"

"No truth to the rumors?"

Sheridan shrugged cryptically and pursed her lips in thought.

Interesting... thought Verna.

"Well, she's a hell of a kisser, that's for sure," the blonde said with a smirk before wandering off to the bar.

A quick scan of the place alerted the blonde that all four of her closest friends were huddled by the bar, waiting for her. Fabulous. Apparently, they heard all the talk and needed an explanation.

Little did Sheridan know, but they had all already had an inkling as to how special Keefer already was to Sheridan, and were just waiting confirmation. After all, their eyes couldn't collectively betray them at once. They had seen Sheridan literally melt into Keefer's mouth and it was a good thing, too. They never would have believed it if they hadn't seen their normally in-control little friend, totally lost in one, single kiss --İa kiss that was designed to arouse jealousy, not libidos.

Sheridan mustered up her patience and waved at the small crowd as she worked her way through the bodies to get to the bar.

"Well, well... look who it is. Gimme," Greg grabbed her chin and studied her face.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sheridan asked in annoyance, pulling her face away.

"Nope, no change. She didn't sleep with her yet," Greg observed with a cluck of his tongue.

Sheridan furrowed her brows and backhanded him in the stomach. "Fuck you."

"Eeeww!" he exclaimed with a small attack of the willies.

Dawn, Marie and Sharon snickered.

Sheridan scowled. "So are you all just gonna stand there and stare at me all night or what?"

We just want to know what happened," Marie started.

"Yeah, did you guys go back to her place?" Sharon asked with excitement.

"I know you already wanted her, Sher, that kiss was hot!" Dawn said fanning herself.

"You guys are so fucking nosy. She kissed me to piss off Danni. That's that," Sheridan said with a shrug, turning her back on the group to order a drink.

They all exchanged confused looks.

"Hey, since when don't you kiss and tell?" Dawn asked with a hint of annoyance, giving voice to thier desire to hear what was true and what was not.

Sheridan rolled her eyes and turned back around to the very curious looks of four nosy-nellies. "We kissed out by the car, then again at her place, then this morning, then again this afternoon, then more tonight. There, I told," she threw a hand up to wave the conversation away.

Eight stunned eyes stared in disbelief as she casually drank her water.

"Did you do her?" Sharon asked.

Sheridan frowned. "No, I didn't do her. End of conversation, capice?" To make sure it was over, Sheridan wiggled through the crowd and jumped up onto the dance floor.

"Shit, that was strange," Dawn said with a shake of her head.

"I told you, she's got it bad for this Keefer chick. Mark my words, she's falling," Marie stated confidently.

"Oh, my! Our little Sheridan, falling in lurve!" Greg pretended to wipe a tear and sniffled.

"Don't joke, buddy, I think it's serious. Did you see her face when she talked about them kissing all those times?" Sharon asked the group.

"Yeah, and she's so protective over her, even before the kissing thing. Hmmm," Dawn wondered if it was true.

"Well, we'll see about that." Greg said suspiciously. "Wait to see if she fucks some floozy in the bathroom before we make that assumption."

"What makes you say that, Greg?" Marie wondered.

"I've been there -- in love, I mean. It changes everything. She won't be able to fuck some stranger senseless if Keefer is really what she wants. It will screw with her head."

"Don't be too sure. This is Sheridan we're talking about. She'll fuck some nameless woman BECAUSE she can't take her mind off of Keefer," Marie answered.

"You have a point," Greg frowned. "Okay, we'll see what happens. I really hope she doesn't fuck this up. Did you see the way Keefer looked after that kiss? Totally gone. Then again, that's how they all look after Sheridan kisses them, don't they?"

"Yeah, but Keefer kissed Sheridan and Sheridan looked about to keel, too," Dawn reminded them.

"Too true. Okay, soİnow that we've established that the feeling is mutual between them, how do we make it work for them?" Greg wondered.

"We don't. We just sit back and let nature take its course," Marie replied seriously.

"That's what I was afraid of," Greg groaned.

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Sheridan was dancing with abandon to her favorite song when a familiar scent wafted to her nose. Her heart beat wildly in anticipation as her eyes scanned the immediate surroundings until she found the culprit. Some blonde bimbo had the nerve to wear Keefer's perfume. Sheridan narrowed her eyes at the poor woman until the bimbo danced towards the end of the stage. Who does she think she is, making me think Keefer was here? It was an irrational anger she felt towards the blonde, but she couldn't help it. Her excitement had built so quickly at the scent. The thought that Keefer may be there, looking for her, missing her, needing her... Well, she has some nerve, is all. Sheridan wouldn't admit how much she actually missed Keefer -- that would be crazy; she had just left her a few hours ago. She amused herself with thoughts of the brunette missing her, which turned into thoughts of kissing her, which turned into thoughts of Keefer needing her, which became panting her name as she touched herself... Did they just turn off the AC in here, or what? The blonde shed her jacket and dropped it onto the stage in front of her. A sexy redhead picked it up and shook it out, draping it over her arm with a sultry look to its owner. Not bad... and you are damned horny right now,Sheridan glanced briefly around the club and shrugged. Why not?

***************

The two women stood by the speaker under the watchful gazes of four concerned people by the bar.

"So, what's your name?" Sheridan asked with a sexy grin.

"Barbara," the woman answered in a high-pitched voice.

Sheridan winced. Oh no, that can't be her real voice, can it? "Sheridan."

"I know. I've been watching you for a long time."

I think Gramma's china just broke all the way in Detroit. "Oh?"

"Yeah, so why don't we cut the small talk and get down to business?" Barbara asked with a lick to her top lip.

Okay, so that was hot. I can ask her not to speak... "Business? What do you have in mind?"

"Oh, you take me out to your car and have your way with me," Barbara traced a fingernail over Sheridan's bicep.

That was even hotter... she shivered.

"Until, I scream out your name."

OHHH, no... I am NOT paying for new windows. "I tell you what, Barbara, let's say you have to be quiet. Can you do that?"

"I guess, but my fantasy involves me screaming," she traced that nail down Sheridan's throat and then across her breasts.

Lordy! That did it. Sheridan grabbed her hand and dragged her up the stairs, past four frowns and into the bathroom.

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Keefer lounged around her house with a big smile. She felt so good and tingly this evening. Sheridan Landers had made her feel like a new person and she welcomed the sensations. She and Fifi sat on the floor by the sofa, eating cookies and watching television. It was already very late, but Keefer felt so awake and energized that she had no desire to sleep. Sheridan's kisses awoke something inside of her that she never knew existed. At first, she was frightened, but now... now she eagerly awaited the tremble in her legs and the fluttering in her stomach.

I can't believe I drank all that beer! she thought with a lopsided smile. I hate beer, don't I? I should be exhausted after all that work today, plus all that beer. She flipped the channels and settled on a talk show. I can't believe I survived the whole day with Sheridan. God, her kisses are incredible! Argh! I want her to touch me so badly, but I know I'll push her away when it gets too intense.

Keefer knew she'd sabotage any attempts at deepening their relationship. She didn't know why she was scared, but she was. She wasn't so scared about touching Sheridan, though. She wondered if the blonde would shirk her advances, should she make any. Could I actually make the first move? What if she wants to retaliate? What if I back out? That doesn't seem fair, and I want her to touch me so badly!

Keefer sighed heavily, letting her head loll back on the seat cushions of the sofa. She was thinking too much again, but she couldn't help it. There were so many instances today where she had caught her hand from reaching out and tracing Sheridan's muscles, from touching her hot skin, from swiping up a drop of sweat that was trickling down her neck. Would she let me? I'm driving her crazy, I know I am, but she's being so good about it. I don't think touching her is a bad thing... I think she's perpetually horny. She'd welcome my advances... I'm sure of it.

Keefer decided that the next time they were together and she had the urge to touch, she was going to go for it, despite the consequences. At least I get to touch her that one time, even if she makes me stop, I'd have still touched her. With that thought, Keefer yawned, Oh... looks like it's time for bed. "Come on, Feefs, beddie-bye."

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The redhead's hands were all over the muscular blonde. It bothered her that Sheridan was so unresponsive, but she hadn't heard much about the other women touching the construction worker and decided that this was how she responded. She pulled the blonde's shirt out from her jeans and scratched her nails up Sheridan's back.

Sheridan groaned and shivered, her body reacting to the stimulus on its own. Her nipples hardened as the nails traveled back down. Okay, this is better... She broke the kiss and nuzzled Barbara's throat, biting down at the sensitive skin, eliciting a high pitched whining sound from the woman. Could that be any more annoying?

Barbara thrust her chest out, in hopes of some attention. Boy, she works slowly, doesn't she? I thought she was supposed to be a good fuck!

Sheridan wrapped her hands around the offerings and squeezed them. They were awfully large. Bigger than Keefer's, she thought briefly. She moved the lacy bra aside and studied the large pink nipples. I bet Keefer's are prettier. Rubbing her thumbs across them had no effect. She did it again. Nothing.

"I like it hard, Sheridan. Pinch them."

Shit, all I have to do is look at Keefer's tits... She bent forward and took one in her mouth, it felt soft and rubbery, she bit down on the nipple and received a small groan in response. What I wouldn't give to hear Keefer... but this isn't Keefer, is it. "Look, Barbara," Sheridan fixed the red head's clothing, "I'm not into this..."

"I thought you were a better fuck, Sheridan. You're pretty lame, if you ask me," she said with disgust.

"Yeah, well, fuck you," Sheridan said defensively.

"I'd rather fuck myself!" Barbara said loudly as she slammed open the stall door.

"Yeah, well, you do that!" Sheridan yelled after her, exiting the stall to the shocked faces of the women waiting. "What? Her voice could peel paint!" she said as she stomped out of the room angrily.

*************

Sheridan came storming down the steps from the upper level and threw herself against the bar.

"What the hell happened in there?" Sharon asked in confusion. "That chick came flying out of there so pissed off, I'd swear you got slapped."

"I didn't get slapped. The bitch has a problem, is all," Sheridan bit out angrily.

"This is so wrong, Sher. I never saw that kind of reaction before. What happened?" Dawn wondered.

"I wasn't in the mood, so I told her and she freaked out," Sheridan tried to sound nonchalant but failed. She was far too annoyed to be convincing.

"Well, you do have a reputation, Sher, it's not like she was expecting the impossible," Marie stated the matter of factly.

"Yeah, well, I wasn't in the mood! What's the big fucking deal? She was annoying -- she fucked it all up," Sheridan gave as an excuse.

She fucked it up, my friend? Marie mused.

"What the hell is that for?" Sheridan asked of Marie's expression.

"Nothing. Are you sure it was all her fault? Perhaps your head wasn't where it was supposed to be."

"Fuck off!" Sheridan barked, pissed that her friends could read her so well. "Her voice made my teeth hurt." The blonde turned her back on them and pouted to herself.

"Uh huh," Greg nodded with an innocent look. It wasn't Keefer's. He winked at the rest of the women and they all smirked knowingly.

"I'm cutting out. I'm tired. See ya tomorrow," Sheridan said as she left abruptly.

Various high-fives went up amongst the four friends. "I told you!" Marie said proudly. "Totally gone."

"Can we live through this?" Greg asked with concern.

"We shall see," Dawn sighed.

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Sheridan had been horsing around in the dog run with her babies for a long time before Zeus finally tore apart the Frisbee. She held up the mangled plastic disk and sighed. "It took you long enough, what's a' matter, Zeusey, tired today?" she chuckled. And call Keefer.

The blonde construction worker had been constantly distracted with thoughts of the tall brunette this morning. She was surprised to find herself smiling, as she got lost in her thoughts, she expected to be pissed, especially after last night's fiasco. The more she thought about Keefer, the better she felt... until she started recalling their kisses, then she just felt lonely. This confused her, she had never felt lonely a day in her life, except when her mother died. Even though she had been lonely then,İit was a different kind of loneliness. Now she felt like something was missing when she thought about kissing and holding Keefer. It made her want to go to Keefer's house and kiss her the minute she opened the door. While not being an unpleasant idea, the neediness worried her. Sheridan had]] craved women before in her life. She craved the feel of a woman's body in her arms, the sensation of a woman's vagina closing around her fingers, the sound of a woman's voice moaning her pleasure, the feel of a woman's tongue in her mouth or, even better, a nipple. But with Keefer, she just simply craved her presence. Oh, sure, all those other things would probably blow that craving out of the water, but for now, she just wanted to smell her.

Am I going crazy? she wondered as she loaded the dogs in her car.

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Keefer stretched and welcomed the new day. The sun had already been up for hours and Fifi was doing a pee-pee dance at the foot of the bed. She hadn't slept in in a long time. Having this mini vacation was a blessing. Not only did she get to sleep late, but she also got to spend all of the previous day with Sheridan. Maybe I'll see what she's doing today. The brunette smiled and shook her head. You haven't even opened your eyes yet and what's the first thing you think of? Shame on you. "Alright, Feefs, let mommy get dressed," she petted the pooch's head before padding off to the bathroom.

As soon as she came back with the dog, the phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and grinned brightly, her heart already beating faster before she heard the voice on the other end.

"Good morning, Sheridan."

"Good morning to you, too."

"Would you believe I just got up a little while ago?" Keefer eased comfortably into the couch and closed her eyes.

"No... alert the presses."

Sheridan chuckled and Keefer smiled warmly at the vision it invoked. "Did you have a good time last night?"

"Actually, no, but I don't want to talk about it." She waited a beat and then asked, "Hey, you wanna hang out today or something?"

"Sure," Keefer replied quickly.

Sheridan chuckled again. "Well, don't let me twist your arm or anything."

Keefer blushed.

"I bet you look adorable right now."

"Yes, I'm blushing, for your information. I hate being so predictable," she covered her face.

"Don't cover your face, it's so cute when it's all pink."

"How did you know that?"

"I just do. So, did you miss me last night?"

"Yes. Did you?"

"Oh, yeah."

Sheridan's purr shot right between Keefer's legs and she sat up a little straighter.

"So, what's the plan for today?"

"Why don't you come over here and well take it from there," Keefer said as she tried to ignore the throbbing at her center.

"Is a half hour too soon?"

"No. That's perfect."

***************

Sheridan fulfilled her earlier desires as soon as Keefer opened the front door. She backed the taller woman into the house and kicked the door closed behind her. At first, Keefer was caught off guard, but she quickly adjusted and kissed Sheridan back with gusto. She didn't realize how badly she needed this kiss until she was already lost in it. They kissed hungrily for a long while, Keefer's knees threatened to give out on her and Sheridan assisted her in sliding to the floor.

"Mmph," the blonde lost her breath as the taller woman pushed her down on her back and crawled on top of her, never stopping the devouring kissing.

Keefer's hands held the sides of Sheridan's face as she explored her mouth with her tongue. She pulled back enough to suck the blonde's lips into her mouth, nibbling on them until Sheridan was squirming beneath her. The writhing of the blonde alerted her to the fact that she was probably torturing her again, but she couldn't bring herself to stop her explorations. She felt Sheridan's hands pressing up into her shoulders trying to push her away, but she didn't care. Her mouth traveled to the side and she dropped wet kisses all over Sheridan's cheek until she reached her ear.

"Keef..." Sheridan gasped. The warm ragged breath in her ear made her sex physically hurt.

"Uh..." she breathed into Sheridan's ear before poking her tongue out and tasting it. She could feel Sheridan's heart pounding against her chest and it thrilled her.

"God, no... you have to stop!" the blonde begged. The weight on top of her was delicious and she feared she'd throw Keefer over and attack her at any second. İİ

"Please..." Keefer whispered, sending violent shudders down Sheridan's spine. The tall woman pulled back at the tremors and looked into a pair of very aroused, yet panicked, green eyes. She scrambled to her feet, leaving Sheridan on her back, panting and gripping the carpet.

"Oh, god... Keefer..." Sheridan groaned.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away," she said remorsefully. Her own body at a heightened level of arousal she had never felt before. "It felt so good."

"You're telling me?" Sheridan said as she crawled to her knees and took a deep breath.

"Why do you do this to me, Sheridan?" Keefer asked seriously.

"Probably the same reason you do it to me. I can't tell you how hot I am right now. Jesus Christ!" She scrubbed her hands over her face and leaned against the wall. "All we did was kiss!" Can I live through anything more?

"I can't seem to control myself when it comes to you. You're being so kind, too, I really do apologize for my behavior," Keefer said with genuine sadness in her voice.

"Hey, now... that's no reason to apologize," Sheridan walked over to the tall woman and took her hands. "I'll wait... I'll live."

"You didn't seem so patient a moment ago," Keefer blinked away her embarrassment.

"Well," Sheridan grinned, "a moment ago, I had the hottest looking chick I ever met breathing in my ear."

"God, what came over me?" she asked, burying her face in their linked hands.

Sheridan smiled knowingly. Poor Keef. This is all new to her. That fuck-off Danni could have prevented all of this, but noooo, she had to go and... wait a minute. If it weren't for Danni being such a dick, I wouldn't be here right now. Hey, thanks, dick head! I owe you one. "Hey, Keefer, believe me, I didn't mind the attack. I just wasn't prepared for it."

Keefer grinned and showed her face. "How can you be prepared for that," she giggled.

"Oh, a few hundred orgasms oughtta do it." Keefer's eyes widened and she blushed deeply. "I don't know what it is about you, but all you have to do is look at me and I'm a goner. Maybe it's those baby blues, they trap me in there."

"Stop that," Keefer blushed harder.

"Oh, no, I mean it. If you were to look directly at my crotch I'm sure I'd come." P>"I bet your trying not to look at it now, huh?" she teased.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Oooo, hurt me, baby," Sheridan laughed and ran into the living room with Keefer hot on her heels. "Catch me at your own risk, baby!"

That's true. If we wind up on the floor again, who knows what will happen? Keefer hesitated and watched the blonde settle down on the floor in front of the couch. That's exactly where I sit, how cool is that?

"Chicken?" Sheridan flapped her arms and squawked.

Keefer narrowed her eyes. "Them's fighting words, shorty."

"Ooo, I'm scared!" Sheridan hugged herself and shook dramatically.

As soon as she was close enough, Keefer dove at her and pinned her arms over her head. "How many women have had you in this position, Sheridan?"

"Not many. None," Sheridan said nervously. Keefer's nipples were taunting her again. They were hard, and perfectly outlined as they pressed against her worn, white T-shirt. Sheridan could see them clearly, the low neckline exposing more cleavage than was safe for the blonde. Is she even wearing a bra?

God, having her under me like this is intoxicating. I'm so hot! Keefer thought as she unconsciously pressed her hips down into Sheridan's abdomen. "So, I'm the first?"

Sheridan nodded, fixated on Keefer's breasts as they pushed to break free. She could feel the heat emanating from Keefer's sex, burning her stomach, she tried with all her might not to grab her hips and press her down firmly.

She's staring at my nipples... Blue eyes glanced down. They're hard? How did that happen?

"Okay, you win, you better get up now."

Sheridan's voice cracked and Keefer gave her a raised eyebrow. "I win," Keefer said breathlessly.

"Any time now."

"Can I touch you?" the brunette blurted out.

"Where?" Sheridan squeaked a bit.

Keefer released her captive's hands and rested her own on Sheridan's strong shoulders. "Here."

Sheridan nodded and willed herself not to react.

Keefer explored the muscular shoulders with her fingers, sliding them under the sleeves of the blonde's shirt, relishing in the feel of the soft skin over the hard muscles. Sheridan felt her sex get wet and her nipples harden at the same time, making her squirm.İKeefer ran her fingers down the length of Sheridan's arms, exploring every inch of skin.

Sheridan watched the woman's face as she touched her. Her blue eyes followed her hands, first one and then the other, as they journeyed torturously up and down her arms. Sheridan's hands twitched to reach up and retaliate, but she made a promise and she'd keep it. Keefer gasped as Sheridan flexed her arms in an effort to keep them where they were. Green eyes focused on half-opened lips and Sheridan was a goner. "Kiss me, Keefer."

You didn't have to tell her twice. Her nails dug into Sheridan's biceps just like she always wanted to do as their lips met in a bruising kiss. Once again, Keefer was leaning over the blonde, Sheridan could feel her nipples poking at her, just beneath her own and it was driving her insane. She squirmed and fidgeted, desperate to relieve some of the fire between her legs.

Keefer inhaled sharply as Sheridan's stomach flexed into her sex. The brunette pulled away from the kiss, breathless and highly aroused. I want her to touch me now. Anywhere. How can I tell her that?

The blonde struggled and sat up. She looked around the living room a few times, trying to not look into Keefer's heavy-lidded blue eyes,İknowing that would be her down fall. She prayed to all the powers that be that this would be the day that the brunette made the first move. She wants it; just look at her.

They separated. Sheridan needed time to cool down and Keefer needed a way to voice her needs to the blonde. The way Keefer looked right now wasn't making it easy for Sheridan to cool off any time soon. The construction worker was staring at the hardened nipples as they invited her in for a taste. She was afraid that she'd never be able to resist.

"Sher?" Keefer asked shakily.

"Yeah?"

"Um... "

Sheridan let it go. She couldn't get her hopes up like that.

"Sheridan?"

"Yes?"

"Will you touch me?"

part 18

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