On Dangerous Ground

by D. L. Line

  Jen jumped, realizing she’d been busted, and quickly

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  launched into a tirade of self-defense. “I-I-I was just looking…

  you know, me with the being interested in what’s selling these days and all…”

  Terri tossed her head back and laughed. “Hey, I already

  ’fessed up to owning it. You could at least admit to wanting to read it.”

  “Well, okay, I was thinking about getting it. But, hey, don’t have to, right?” She put the book back on the shelf.

  “Right…So did you see anything else here,” Terri motioned around the room, “that you want to take home?”

  Jen rubbed her chin and attempted to look like she was lost in deep thought. “Well, there is this really hot FBI agent…”

  Terri felt her insides flip and her knees turn to jelly. She was a goner. “Dr. Rosenberg, you truly are a flirt.”

  They walked the last block holding hands. The night was cold enough to explain why they huddled so close as they walked back to Terri’s house. They were just inside the door when Terri suggested coffee, then added, “I might even have some dessert in the freezer.”

  “That sounds nice,” Jen said as she pondered her next move. Walking up quietly as Terri added water to the coffeepot in the sink, she placed her hands on Terri’s hips, mimicking the actions from earlier in the bookstore, and whispered, “Or we could just skip it.”

  Terri melted into the words. She turned around, still in Jen’s grasp. She lifted her hands to Jen’s face and pulled her in close. Their lips met softly, tentatively at first, then desire took over, elevating the kiss to mind-blowing proportions. As she felt Jen’s hands wandering lower, pulling her in closer, Terri felt something hard grind into her thigh. Jen, close to breathless, broke the kiss and quipped, “Why, Agent McKinnon, is that a pistol in your skirt or are you just happy to—” Realization dawned in her computer-professor brain and

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  her eyes opened wide in shock as she stepped back. “Holy shit, that really is a pistol in your skirt.”

  The situation seemed so absurd that Terri could only laugh. “Yes, that is a pistol in my skirt, but I am happy to see you, if that makes you feel better.”

  She was relieved to see that Jen was laughing too, shaking her head and calming from her outburst before saying, “I guess I’ve still got some things to get used to here.”

  Terri took Jen’s hands and held them. “Not too much, is it?” Memories of Alyssa’s hatred of firearms popped into Terri’s head. She was becoming concerned and knew that it showed on her face. She could also see the concern on Jen’s face, and watched as it softened to an expression of gentle resolve.

  Jen took a deep breath. “No, no, it’s fine. Really.” Terri closed her eyes as Jen placed a gentle kiss on first her right hand, then her left. “I guess it’s finally time for me to make good on all of those hot lady cop fantasies I’ve been having for all these years.” Jen released Terri’s hands and pinned Terri against the counter with a hand on either side of her hips. The kiss resumed, free from any discussions of anxiety or concealed weapons. Terri stopped to breathe and rub her cheek lightly against Jen’s face, like a cat marking its scent. She whispered, more like a breath than actual words, “You have hot lady cop fantasies? I think I’d like to hear about that.”

  She felt Jen melt at the request. She was like so much pudding in Terri’s arms, head rolling to the side as Terri kissed all the way down and back up her neck. Jen groaned, “Mmm…

  God, that feels good…you don’t have a nightstick, do you?”

  Terri stopped kissing and buried her face in Jen’s shoulder, laughing. Looking up into sparkling green eyes, she asked a question that she already knew the answer to. “Jen, you’re kind of a nut, aren’t you?”

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  “Well, Agent McKinnon, you’re the investigator.” She undid one button on Terri’s blouse and looked up in mock surprise. “What do you think?” Another button. “Hmmm?”

  She traced a line with her index finger from Terri’s chin, down through the path of newly exposed skin.

  “I think, Dr. Rosenberg, that you can’t possibly expect”—

  she gasped audibly as Jen’s mouth replaced her finger, gently retracing the path with small, wet kisses—“me to answer that question…mmm…that’s nice…if you keep distracting me.”

  “I’m” kiss “not” kiss “trying to” kiss “distract you.”

  “Well, it’s remarkably…ahh…effective.” Terri took a deep breath in an attempt to restrain her reactions, but Jen was now on a mission. She pressed her body forward, pinning Terri up against the counter. Terri held her hands out, urging Jen to slow down. “I don’t suppose I could distract you long enough”—she looked up—“to take this somewhere, um, a little more comfortable?”

  An innocent smile played out across Jen’s face. “Are you suggesting, I don’t know, maybe your bedroom?”

  Terri teased a little, answering in a light singsong tone,

  “There’s more cop stuff up there.”

  “Oh, God…Really?” Jen squeaked.

  “Mm-hmm.”

  Jen was the one to take the calming breath this time. “Care to show me?”

  Without another word, Terri took Jen by the hand and led her from the kitchen, through the house, and up the stairs. They stopped at the first door so Terri could point out the bathroom, but then she quickly pulled Jen through the last door, the one that led to her bedroom. Jen stopped in her tracks, taking in the details of the room. “Ooh, you have a fireplace. Can you light it?”

  Terri left her standing by the bed to approach the fireplace

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  and turn a knob. She watched as the fire sparked to life.

  “Better?”

  “Well, not yet.” Jen pouted a little. Terri looked at her quizzically. Jen answered, “You’re over there and I’m over here.”

  Terri walked over and wrapped her arms around Jen, pulling her close. “See, that was easy to fix.” Terri kissed her again, and it was slow and wonderful, while she unbuttoned and removed Jen’s blouse. Terri took Jen by the wrists, slowing her movements. “Just hold that thought for a second. I have to take care of something.”

  Jen watched, rapt, as Terri stepped back and pulled her skirt up, revealing her SIG Sauer P-228. Terri removed it from the holster, released the clip, and pulled back the slide to clear the chamber. She took off the thigh holster and turned to put everything in its place in the top drawer of her dresser. Turning back to face Jen, who was in the process of staring, slightly glassy-eyed, she asked, “Jen, are you okay?”

  “Wow, this whole hot lady cop fantasy thing is worse than I thought.” She sat down hard on the edge of the bed, shaking her head in amazement, imitating the motion of pulling back the slide as she spoke. “I mean, you were all like, um, with the thing, and… woof…damn!” Jen kept trying to speak, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, but nothing came out. Terri came back to the bed, kicked off her shoes, hiked her skirt up, and straddled Jen’s lap. Taking Jen’s face in her hands again, she whispered, “I’m a little afraid your head will explode if I tell you that there are handcuffs in that drawer too.”

  The resultant reaction actually surprised Terri. She felt insistent hands roughly grab the open sides of her blouse, yanking her over onto the bed hard enough to make her yelp with surprise. Whatever Terri originally had in mind was dismissed,

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  as all plans for slow, gentle exploration were lost to a certain college professor’s vivid imaginings of law enforcement paraphernalia. She tossed her shirt and bra over the side of the bed. Jen smiled and followed suit. Their breathing came hard and fast as their excitement grew.

  “Jen?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Ta
ke off my skirt?”

  “Mmm, sure.” Jen rolled over onto her side, undid the button and zipper, and removed the skirt with one quick pull. Terri watched the determination in Jen’s eyes as she removed her own shoes, socks, and pants, adding more discarded clothing to the pile. Jen attempted to return to her perch on top, but Terri grabbed her by the wrists, and with a quick push-pull combination, landed Jen flat on her back with her hands now pinned over her head. She was wearing nothing but black satin panties and a glazed look in her eyes. Terri returned the look with an evil grin and waggle of her eyebrows, lowering her body to pin Jen to the bed. She dropped her head to Jen’s neck, kissing slowly from the ear to the shoulder and back, grazing at the midpoint with her teeth. A low voice in her ear growled,

  “Please, Terri, do that,” so Terri bit down, hard. Jen hissed and arched her back, grinding her crotch into Terri’s thigh, breathing hard and demanding more. Terri obliged, biting hard enough to leave marks on Jen’s pale neck. “Yes, like that…oh, God, Terri…”

  Jen whimpered slightly when Terri released her hands, but moaned again when Terri told her, “Keep them there.”

  Terri watched Jen grab the covers of the bed with both hands in order to do as she was told, arching her body as Terri trailed kisses past her collarbone toward her right breast. Reaching her destination, Terri first kissed and then licked one nipple, then lightly pinched and twisted the other one. She moved

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  forward, using her thigh to apply pressure between Jen’s legs, feeling Jen’s body tense as though it just might explode. Not yet, though, as Terri ceased her ministrations and got up, pulling at the waist of Jen’s underwear.

  Terri took off her own underwear and returned, supporting her upper body with her hands and using her hips to spread Jen’s legs, grinding her pelvis against Jen’s exposed wetness. She felt Jen’s legs wrap around her ass, urging her forward, and she reveled in the new sensations that the position allowed. Terri could sense Jen struggling to hang on to the covers and watched as her hands opened and closed. “Terri, please…”

  “What?”

  Jen was begging. “I need to touch you.”

  “What do you need to touch?”

  Jen panted out her request. “I need to feel your breasts.”

  Rather than fully allow this, Terri decided to help. She leaned forward, teasing Jen’s face with the breasts she’d begged to touch. Jen captured a nipple in her mouth and sucked. Terri felt her nipple grow hard, and she arched her back, groaning. She whimpered as Jen gave the nipple one last long lick, and she shuddered as she lowered her head and felt the caress of warm breath on her ear. “You do have glorious tits.”

  Terri dropped her head to the shoulder below her and laughed between ragged breaths. “Thank you.” She arched again as Jen managed to scoot under her enough to capture the heretofore unattended breast with her teeth, lightly biting down, sparking the hot-wire connection between nipple and clit. Knowing that she’d fulfilled the request, Terri slid back down and shifted, supporting herself on her elbow. Using light strokes, she traced a path down Jen’s sternum, trailing out and around Jen’s small breasts, drawing out a moan. After a liberal amount of teasing, she watched, fascinated, as she trailed her hand down toward soft curls. Terri stopped just long enough

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  to make eye contact, silently asking for permission before she reached down to stroke Jen’s opening. Terri groaned as her fingers touched soft lips for the first time. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking wet.” Terri knew that her words sent lightning bolts straight to Jen’s clit when she heard the moan and felt the hips pressing forward toward the fingers playing around her opening.

  Frustration drove Jen to speak. “God, Terri, I need you.”

  “What do you need?”

  “I need more of you.”

  “Tell me, Jen.” She leaned closer, her mouth almost touching Jen’s ear, and lowered her voice. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

  “I need you…oh, shit,” she panted, the power of speech beginning to elude her as the maddening touch continued. “I need you to fuck me…please…” In a growl, she demanded,

  “Now.”

  Terri obliged, entering Jen firmly with two fingers. Jen bucked her hips up, attempting to deepen the contact. “More…

  please…more,” she gasped between the slow, steady thrusts. Terri got on her knees and supported her upper body with an extended left arm. She withdrew, added a third finger, and entered again, harder and faster than the first time. Jen’s eyes went wide; she threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent cry of satisfaction. Each thrust was met with an upward motion of her hips, lifting her ass from the bed. Terri hadn’t even touched her clit, but she knew that the first rumblings of climax were beginning in Jen’s gut as she begged to be fucked even harder. Grabbing at the covers hard enough to pull the fitted sheet from the mattress, Jen cried out, announcing loudly that she was about to come. Three more deep thrusts and she was arching fully off the bed, crying out with a throaty sound that could only be described as primal. Terri slowed both the

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  speed and intensity of her thrusts as vaginal muscles clamped down, compressing her fingers almost painfully. She rode out Jen’s orgasm, letting her body tell Terri what she needed to know. Finally, stopping the motions altogether but leaving her fingers inside, she lowered herself again to cover Jen with her own body, pressing her into the mattress.

  As she slowly emerged from her incoherent state, Jen lazily waved a hand in front of her face and finally spoke. “Oh, wow…stars.” After she regained the ability to focus, she looked into Terri’s eyes. “Jesus, that was, oof, that was amazing.” She let her arm fall bonelessly back to the bed. “Damn, Terri, they teach you that at FBI school?”

  Terri smiled. “Once again, that is of my own design.” She wiggled her fingers inside, making Jen toss her head back, gasp, and buck one last time.

  “Agent McKinnon, you need to stop that. I could just…

  explode.” She motioned up and out with her hands. “Boom.”

  Terri reluctantly removed her fingers. Rolling to the left, she fell onto her back with her hands over her head. She turned her head to look at Jen, still lost in her just-been-fucked stupor. Jen raised her hand, extending her index finger, and said, “I’ll be right with you.”

  “Take your time.” Terri laughed softly, more than a little satisfied with the puddle of goo that the other body on the bed next to her had been reduced to. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  When she was finally able to move, Jen sat up, pulled Terri over by her arm, and rolled over her, landing hard in a sitting position on the bed, effectively switching places. Terri laughed as Jen explained, “Sorry, I’m right-handed. Doesn’t work the other way.”

  “Well,” Terri continued to laugh, “that little maneuver was certainly slick.”

  “I would venture a guess,” Jen said as she traced a line

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  with her fingernails down Terri’s overheated body, “that I don’t have a monopoly on slick around here.” Terri gasped as Jen’s fingers found the wetness between her legs. “Nope, not me…

  you’ve got plenty of slick going on here.” Jen continued to play with Terri’s opening, teasing up to find her clit, and began lightly rubbing it in small circles. She tested with various angles and pressures, checking for intensity of reaction. The teasing was maddening for Terri. Finally moved to the point of frustration, she reached up and grabbed Jen’s upper arms, pulled her closer to make full eye contact, and said, “I need you to stop doing that.”

  “What?” Jen replied with mock innocence as she discovered another particularly effective motion. “What am I doing?”

  “Research…oh, God…you’re doing…ahh…um…

  research.”

  “Well, what sh
ould I be doing?”

  “I think…mmm…that you should”—gasp—“that you should quit goofing around and just fuck me.”

  Jen smiled and slid down to kneel between Terri’s legs.

  “Like this?” Terri lifted her hips, reveling in the sensation as she was entered hard with two fingers. Needing to deepen the contact, she raised her hands up over her head, scattering pillows and flattening her palms against the bookcase headboard to apply counterpressure against Jen’s insistent thrusting. Her back arched, lifting her pelvis to meet each stroke, and she groaned loudly as she felt the addition of a third finger. She felt Jen lower her head to press an ear against her belly, wrapping an arm around her waist at the same time in an attempt to anchor herself more fully to Terri as she bucked and writhed. It didn’t take long, between the three fingers in her and the thumb that contacted her clit with each stroke, before Terri was calling out, mostly using the word “yes” punctuated

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  by a small assortment of expletives. She suddenly stopped moving and stiffened as her orgasm rose quickly from her toes and exploded in her groin, blacking out her vision, forcing a growl from her throat. Arching one last time, fully removing everything but her shoulders and the bottoms of her feet from the bed, Terri landed with a grunt as Jen slowed her movements and slid up to kiss her neck. Terri removed her hands from the headboard and twined her fingers through the messy hair of the head that was now resting on her chest.

  As Terri returned to earth, Jen raised her head and asked,

  “Are you okay?”

  “Oh, yeah, I’m…I’m just great. I can’t feel my toes, but other than that…”

  “Terri, that was amazing.”

  “You said that before.”

  “Yeah, but I didn’t get to watch before.” Jen wiggled her fingers, still buried deep inside her. Terri jumped a little and then relaxed as the fingers were slowly withdrawn. She let out a little whimper of protest, missing the contact, but watched intently as Jen studied the still-wet fingers of her right hand before raising them to her mouth, sucking the juice from them one by one. She then wiggled the fingers, holding them out for Terri to see. “Look…pruney.”