Keefer couldn't help it.ÝEver since Sheridan told her not to watch the porno channel, she had the urge to watch it. She fought it all night and finally got to sleep, but now that she'd finished breakfast and walked the dog, she couldn't think of a better way to spend her vacation than with a cup of coffee and channel forty-six. She wandered into the living room and turned on the television. She flipped through the channels a while, pretending that she didn't want to watch that channel and kept passing over it on purpose. Finally, after going through every single channel there was a number of times, she turned on to forty-six.

"That's notÝwhat I was looking for." On the screen was an extreme close up of a very sloppy blowjob. The brunette shuddered and immediately changed the channel. The images were vulgar to her and she grimaced, attempting to make them vanish from her memory. She went to the menu channel and watched that scroll by for a good amount of time before curiosity got the best of her and she went back to investigate. She wasn't disappointed -- there were two women on the screen, one apparently playing butch, dressed appropriately and everything. From her experience, every porno movie had at least one lesbian scene; she chalked that up to men and their fantasy to see two women get it on.

Everything was going according to the usual script until the butch of the two opened her jeans and produced a dildo. Keefer gasped out loud, she had been thinking about that ever since Sheridan admitted to having one. The last time she watched two women with a dildo, they were both pretty feminine and she hadn't known that Sheridan had one. It didn't matter that the woman wearing the dildo in the movie was brunette; all Keefer could see was Sheridan standing there, rubbing the phallus suggestively. It turned her on more than she expected and tall woman squeezed her legs closed tightly, watching their every move with baited breath. It wasn't long before the inspector was squirming uncomfortably, highly aroused. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on the two women in the movie, they kept becoming Sheridan and her. Between fits of blushing, Keefer found herself watching and fantasizing, imagining she was on the receiving end of the dildo. This new fantasy surprised her; Danni didn't have one and she had never even brought the subject up. Keefer never knew she'd welcome it until she began to picture Sheridan and herself in place of the actresses.

She began to think about the possibility and shook her head rapidly. "Oh no, I could never tell her about this," she said to herself. "Could I?" Keefer knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sheridan would indulge her. Happily. Especially when it came toÝsomething like this. The construction worker seemed to understand her better than Danni ever had and this gave her a new found sense of confidence when it came to matters of sex. No matter how embarrassed she felt expressing herself in this area, she knew Sheridan would never patronize her, or laugh at her.

Turning her attention back to the screen, the brunette began to wonder what it would be like, her first time. Sheridan was sure to be patient, and gentle. Keefer got very nervous thinking about it and began to perspire a little. She wasn't sure she was ready for it mentally, but physically she was positive. It seemed like there was a certain level of closeness, a deeper connection achieved while making love in this manner. It intrigued her, yet scared her at the same time.

"Swallow the shit, Keef, you've been doing so well lately. Just tell her. She'll probably do a little happy dance over it," the brunette chuckled at the image.

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Sheridan made it to work early, which surprised her since she'd wiped herself out dancing the previous night. Another thing that surprised her was that she woke up before the alarm this morning, a happy smile on her face, even though it was plastered to Pharaoh's butt. She pushed the dog away with a chuckle and whistled her way into the shower. She was in a good mood and didn't question its origin -- she just went with it.

The blonde took off her hard hat and sat down on a stepladder to drink her coffee. She took off the top and blew on the hot liquid. Speaking of blowing... Sheridan felt bad for blowing off the chick in the donut shop, but she had a girlfriend now and shouldn't be flirting with every hot woman that crossed her path. Even if she had fucked them. No big deal. She ain't got nuthin' on Keefer anyway, she though with a grin. It was with that thought that Bobby came stumbling up the steps.

"Hey, Patch," he said wearily, tossing his hard hat at her feet.

She looked at the yellow hat and chuckled, "Maria keeping you up all night?"

Bobby pulled up an overturned bucket and sat down next to her, opening a huge thermos of coffee. "Morning sickness will do that to ya," he said, looking for a reaction out of the corner of his eye.

"That's too bad... WHAT!?" Sheridan jumped up. "Maria's pregnant? Congratulations!" she yelled, smacking him on the shoulder, a sore and tired shoulder.

"Ow," he rubbed the spot and smiled weakly.

"Hey, isn't morning sickness supposed to be in the morning?" she asked, sipping her coffee carefully.

"That's what I thought. It sucks, Patch. By the way, I would have told you yesterday, but you were out. What's up?"

"I had things to do," she said, turning her head and refusing to make eye contact.

"Things?" he asked wondering why she was acting that way.

"Yeah. So boy or girl?" she asked, changing the subject.

"Dunno, we want it to be a surprise."

Sheridan snickered and gave him a sideways look, then snickered again.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"You made a baby," she laughed outright.

"And this is funny because..."

"I keep picturing you doing it," she had to put her coffee down so she wouldn't spill it as she laughed.

"That's right, yuck it up," he said with offense.

"Oh, please, I probably look just as stupid when I do it." She got up, presented him with her ass and made humping gestures.

"Yeah, but I'd rather watch you do it than me," he snickered, earning him a smack to the back of the head.

Phil and Tony arrived together at that moment and both of them laughed.

"What, it's only ten of nine and already he's on your nerves?" Phil said, making his way over.

"Was it really bad? Can I hit him too?" Tony asked with a little too much excitement.

"Nah, I got it under control," Sheridan grinned, smacking Bobby again for good measure.

"You okay, Patch?" Phil asked seriously.

"Yeah, why?" she asked in confusion, giving herself the once over.

"Thought you were sick or something. Your pop said he had no idea why you were out yesterday."

"I had business," she said lamely into her cup. Tony walked over and poked her in a hickey. "Oh, is that what you call it now? Business?

"Fuck off!" She jumped up out of reach.

"Hey, Tony, there's one here, too," Bobby pointed to the other side of her neck. "Come on, let's see. Any nail marks?"

"Back off," she warned, a blush creeping up her face.

"Was it good?" Phil teased. "Whoa... is that a blush?" he asked in amazement.

"Holy shit. Must have been something. Anyone we know?" Bobby teased.

Sheridan didn't know what to say. They did know Keefer. Unfortunately, her silence spoke loudly. The men glanced at each other with curious looks. Sheridan was highly interested in her coffee cup and didn't want to share details. This was very odd for the blonde, and it raised all the eyebrows in the room.

"She something special, Patch?" Phil asked, resting his hand on her shoulder.

"Sorta," she shrugged, still not looking at them.

They all had a good idea who it could be, but even if it was blatantly thrown in their faces, they still couldn't fathom Patch settling down with one woman -- even if it was one hell of a good looking brunette with legs for days.

Sheridan suddenly stood up and grabbed her hard hat. "I'm going to the john," she announced before leaving.

"It's that inspector, isn't it?" Bobby asked Phil.

"I'd bet my left nut on it," he replied.

"Damn," Bobby shook his head in disbelief. "You think this is it? You think she's in love?"

"That, I don't know. Time will tell," Tony said.

"C'mon, guys, we've all been there. She's fucking gone," Phil reminded them of their own behavior when they had fallen in love.

Bobby thought back to the few times Sheridan had acted crazy and they all involved the tall brunette. "Poor little shit. She don't know what hit her."

"Should we talk about it? You know, give her a clue?" Tony wondered.

"Let's just see what happens. She may already have a clue."

Sheridan walked back into the room to three knowing smiles. She held up a hand to stop any conversation from starting. "Drop it, guys. I don't want to talk about it."

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Sheridan was preoccupied for the rest of the day. She got her work done with a minimum of mishaps, but she still had a clumsy moment or two -- especially when she started thinking. There were times when she would think about Keefer and a warm pleasant feeling would envelop her, like when you play in the snow all day and then drink hot chocolate. It was a comforting feeling and she would smile. Then there were the other times, when thinking about Keefer, she'd get the weird feeling, the one where she felt like something was about to happen and all her arm hairs stood up. That was when she was most distracted and dropped her tools or tripped over her own feet. She couldn't figure it out and it bothered her. How can the same person make her feel so drastically different things? She tried to understand it but failed, leaving her feeling confused.

Driving home, she turned up the radio loud and put her cell phone on vibrate, just in case Keefer might call. She had missed the tall woman all day and couldn't wait to see her again. She thought about calling her a bunch of times, but felt it would be better to let Keefer enjoy her days off with no interruptions. Little did she know, the inspector had picked up her phone at least a dozen times and hung it up before she dialed. Sheridan sang out loud with the radio, finally thinking of nothing else but the music.

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Keefer was frustrated to tears. Typically, she'd love nothing more than a quiet day or two by herself to do nothing. However, her quiet lounging was constantly interrupted by thoughts of the construction worker. Her mind would wander at any given time, usually asking questions to which she had no answers. Occasionally though, it would throw an image at her that made her face hot. She didn't really mind the arousing interruptions, wishing there was a way to capture those images on film so she could study them at length. Without having anything to do to occupy her mind, to keep the distractions to a minimum, she finally decided to sit back with a glass of wine and indulge her overactive imagination. She sat back on the couch with her feet up and allowed the questions and visions to overtake her mind. Usually, Keefer was a two glass maximum wine drinker, however, she managed to down half a bottle while daydreaming. Slightly tipsy and all fired up, Keefer picked up the phone.

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The muscular blonde had just wrapped herself in a towel when she saw her cell phone dancing around on the dresser. "Shit, Keefer!" she yelled, cursing for forgetting to turn the ringer back on. Sheridan tripped over Zeus and stepped on Pharaoh as she ran for the phone.

"Yeah, Keef," she said all out of breath.

"Hi," the brunette said cheerfully. "Am I bothering you?"

"Never, what's up?" Sheridan settled herself down on the bed to talk.

"Look, I'm probably only going to have the guts to talk about this once..."

Sheridan's heart sped up in anticipation and when Keefer paused, she got nervous. "What? Tell me," she urged, not knowing what to expect.

"Okay, well... I've been thinking about us all day. I couldn't do anything."

The blonde furrowed her brows at the way her girlfriend was talking -- she just didn't seem like herself. "Are you alright?" she asked with concern.

"Oh, yeah, I think I may be drunk, but that's a good thing. Trust me," Keefer giggled slightly.

"Drunk? I can't leave you alone for a minute, can I?" Sheridan teased.

"That's just it, you didn't leave me alone for a minute all day long. Every time I blinked, I saw you, or me or both of us..." Keefer's voice trailed off.

"Yeah?" Sheridan's grin was audible. "What were we doing?" she lowered her voice to sound sexy.

"Remember that time I asked you about, you know, if you had any... toys?" The brunette blushed, despite the wine.

"Yeah..." Sheridan sat up straight and cocked her head in curiosity.

"That's what we were doing," the inspector blurted out bravely and then covered her red face in her hands.

Sheridan let it sink in. Keefer must be drunk to admit something like that and she wanted to make sure she heard it right. "You imagined us playing with toys? Those kinds of toys? We're not talking Barbie dolls, now, are we?"

"No, I mean yes... those kind. Before you say anything else, I'm not drunk enough to elaborate, but just enough to communicate, so use your imagination," the brunette said quickly and then drank down the rest of the wine in her glass.

The construction worker sat silently, her face a cross between shock and glee. She had so many questions to ask concerning this subject, but was afraid to voice them. She also knew the more she let Keefer sit on the other end of the phone listening to her breathe, the less chance she had for discussion.

"I really hope the silence is a good thing."

"Oh, a very good thing. You told me to use my imagination," Sheridan said, trying to word her questions right. She didn't want to make Keefer shy away from this most interesting topic. "So, did Danni...?"

"No," Keefer shot out before Sheridan could finish her sentence.

The blonde thought for a moment. "Have you ever...?"

"No," again Keefer replied quickly.

"Keef, are you sure you want me to...?"

"Positive."

"Babe, how much have you drank?" Sheridan asked worriedly. These one-word rapid-fire answers were so unlike her.

"Enough to have this conversation. I know I won't be able to talk about this again, for a while anyway, so unless you want my head to explode..."

"But how am I going to know when you want me to...?"

"Just do it. I trust you. You seem to know me better than I do."

Sheridan wondered how the hell she was going to suddenly produce a dildo when she felt as if Keefer was ready. Unless... "Hey, you wanna...?"

Keefer blew out a nervous breath. "No, if I know you're going to do it I may back out. But I want it, I really do, I'm just nervous... as usual."

Sheridan detected a note of sadness. "You know, there's nothing wrong with being nervous. I was nervous as hell the first time I made love to you."

"You made love to me Sheridan?" Keefer asked with wide-open eyes.

The blonde had a puzzled look on her face ever since she finished her sentence. "Yeah," she said with masked uncertainty. "I did," she decided confidently and with a smile.

Keefer beamed. I knew it! I knew it all along!

"So, how will I know when you're ready? I mean, I'll know... I'm pretty sure I will, but how can I get to it without you knowing?"

"Sheridan..." Keefer blushed profusely, wishing her girlfriend could have figured this one out on her own. "Who says you have to go get it?" she said cryptically.

"But... Ohhhh," the blonde smiled knowingly. "Ah, always be prepared huh?"

Keefer chuckled nervously, "Yeah, something like that." She waved at her hot face.

"You know, I'm glad we had this conversation. Thanks," Sheridan said with a smile.

"Don't thank me, thank channel forty-six and three quarters of a bottle of wine," Keefer snickered.

"Three quarters? Why, Keefer, you lush!" Sheridan laughed teasingly.

"Yeah, that's me," Keefer laughed back, totally relieved that the conversation was over.

"You want company? I mean, what if you're too tipsy to make it into bed safely?"

"I think Ms. Landers is a little turned on by our conversation," Keefer teased playfully.

"You bet I am," Sheridan admitted easily. "So, what about that company?"

"Aren't you going out?"

"Fuck it. I can go out any time."

Keefer smiled from ear to ear. "That just made me feel very important. Do you know that?"

"You are important, and you should also know that I thought about you all day, too."

"That feels nice to hear."

"Are you sure it isn't the wine?" the blonde chuckled.

"No, it's all you. You make me feel like I've never felt before; like I can do anything."

"I know what you mean," Sheridan nodded on the phone. "Maybe you should get some sleep," she added.

"I thought I was expecting company."

"Give me half an hour, sexy."

"Sher, I'm feeling drunk now," Keefer said in a nervous whisper. "I may not wanna... I don't think I want to do anything..."

"Shhh, babe, you can trust me."

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