5 comments/ 38257 views/ 41 favorites Putting out the Fire By: PinkIris In the small town of Oak Grove, there was one well known fact: the police department and the fire department did not get along. The two agencies shared a large building set amongst the rest of the city compound. Their building was split down the middle, each having their own side. The rivalry had been in place for so long, no one really knew why they didn't get along, it had just become fact. Every year at the downtown fall festival, there were several different competitions held. Usually the competitions were friendly and all in good fun. Except for a special one. An obstacle course, designed just for the police and fire departments, which was always the biggest attraction. Held in the oversized parking area behind the emergency center building, it always drew in the largest crowds. Overall, the people of Oak Grove liked and appreciated both departments. Each served a well needed purpose in keeping the pretty little town safe. Most found the old rivalry amusing, some found it tiring, but really, everyone appreciated it as it made the competition much more fun to watch. There was also the fact that, because of the competition, both departments had a tendency to keep themselves in top form. For most people, this made watching them attractive from another point of view. Both departments shared a central work out area and used it frequently, making for well-built and nicely-tuned police and firemen. On this particular late summer day, the fireman had pulled the trucks outside to wash them. There were two female police officers on the force, and they were both on duty and watching the firemen. They sent out the occasional and requisite cat calls and heckling, to which the firemen would ignore or respond depending on how creative the calls were. Officer Jen Shuman was a short redhead with a well-proportioned body. When in the bulky uniform with vest and duty belt, it was hard to tell what kind of figure she had. But in the workout room, the killer body showed itself to perfection. Large breasts and full hips balanced out nicely with a trim waist. Jen knew the looks she got and would dress in loose tee shirts and pants to hide the curves. She had soft brown eyes and full pouty lips. Her red hair was naturally curly and fell nearly to her waist. None of the men knew that though, as she was careful to keep it tightly bound in a bun, whether on duty or off. The only time she allowed it to be loose and free was in the privacy of her own home. Officer Theresa Orr was just the opposite. At 5'10" she was taller than some of the men. She was also of a stockier build with short cropped blond hair and bright blue eyes. She claimed a Viking heritage and could pump iron with the best of the men. She had been in a relationship with one of the female dispatchers even though fraternizing within the department was frowned upon. She was so big and intimidating that none of her superiors were brave enough to tell her the relationship was unacceptable. When the two officers stood together, it was quite a site. They had been good friends ever since Jen had joined the force a year after Theresa. Although the male supervisors had hesitated to put the two women on shifts together, their combined strengths couldn't be denied. They worked well together and were excellent back up to each other in any situation. Currently, the two women stood leaning against Jen's patrol car, sipping from large cups of icy soda and watching the firemen work. The nearly 10" difference in their height would have been comical if both hadn't been so damn good looking. None of the firemen coming under their nearly constant heckling were sorry they were there, as they provided such a nice picture to look at. Although she wasn't at all discriminant in her jeering of the men washing the trucks, there was one that had caught Jen's eye. A new firemen by the name of Reese Lovan. He was a long, tall drink of bulging muscles that made her mouth water. Rich, soft looking, brown hair and piercing light green eyes with legs that seemed to come up to her ears. She just wanted to climb up his body and nibble his neck. "How tall do you think he is?" Jen asked quietly. Theresa frowned, having no clue who Jen was referring to. She took a sip of her cold soda before asking, "Who?" "Lovan. The new one." Theresa hid her smile with another pull of soda through her straw. She thought that was the way the wind was blowing with her little friend and she had just had it confirmed. "He's taller than me so I'd say over 6'. Too tall for your short butt." "Now that's just nasty." Jen knew she was being teased. If she didn't like Theresa so much she'd take offense. But she knew as soon as she let it out about her interest that she'd get it from both Theresa and her partner Melissa in dispatch. She felt a trickle of sweat make its meandering way down her back. "Why are we standing here in the sun?" "Because you wanted to ogle the new guy." "Whatever. Let's get outta here." Jen pushed away from the car and started to walk around the hood. Theresa stayed where she was, "What, and give up all this man meat?" Jen stopped and turning, looked back with a half laugh, "You don't like man meat, remember? Or have you had a change of heart?" Theresa suddenly jerked upright, gestured and said, "Watch - " but it was too late. Jen hadn't realized that she'd stepped a little too close to the firemen until the cold spray of water hit her in the leg. She turned quickly and stepped back out of range to find two firemen laughing hysterically. One was Reese, the other was a veteran fireman named John Haskins who was evidently teaching the newbie the ropes of the rivalry between the two departments. "Oh, funny man aren't you, Haskins. Don't laugh too hard old man, you might hurt yourself." "Ah sweetheart, don't get your panties in a wad, it's only a little water. You were lookin' a little... uh, hot. Thought you needed to cool off a bit." This from the green eyed giant, Reese, who dared to step closer to her. His voice was a deep southern drawl that slid through her like warm honey. Although Jen would fully admit to herself that it was her own mistake that got her uniform wet, she couldn't allow old Haskins to know she appreciated his move. It was something she would have done as well had the tables been turned. But to be called "sweetheart" in front of so many firemen was a whole different story. As the cat calls and jeers carried on behind the firemen, she narrowed her eyes at Reese. A sexy deep voice wasn't going to keep her from getting a little retribution. "Dude, you got a lot to learn. Don't mess with me or you'll find yourself on the ground." Reese had noticed both female officers and had questioned a couple of the other guys. He was sorry about whatever rivalry was going on, as he was generally a friendly guy and liked to get along with everyone. But this little redhead was a spitfire and he really wanted to get to know her better. Towering over her, he looked down at her and quietly said, "I'm sorry if I offended you. It's my first night here on duty alone; why don't you stop by later and keep me company? I'll be glad to help you with your panties. You know, straighten them back out some." Jen was instantly aroused and furious at the same time. No man had dared to flirt with her for a long time now. She couldn't deny that his offer, given in that sexy drawl was extremely tempting and at the same time, highly insulting. Giving him a feral smile, she gently took his hand in hers. As the men behind him shouted out warnings, she quickly and efficiently applied a pressure point in his hand and had him falling onto his knees in front of her, gasping at the sudden pain shooting up his arm. As Theresa laughed heartily, Jen leaned down close to Reese's ear, not that she had far to go. Even on his knees, that only brought his head down just below hers. "Don't mess with me, sweetheart . I can take you every time. As for your offer, stuff it up your ass." She released him just as quickly and turning on her heel got into her car and left. Theresa still stood, watching the fireman get up off the ground. "That's not a good way to make friends, you know." Reese gave her a killer grin. "Maybe not, but you gotta admit she's gonna be thinking about me all night now." Nodding the blond saluted him, "Very good my friend, very good." They went their separate ways. Reese received plenty of ribbing for his encounter but he didn't reveal what had transpired out of the other mens' hearing. He didn't want any surprises to happen that evening, just in case the feisty redhead did come by. Hours later at home, Jen stepped from the shower and briskly dried off. Dropping the towel on the floor, she looked over her body in the mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door. For being so short and having such large breasts, she was happy with her proportions. Her hips were a little wider than she would have liked, but there was no changing that. Jen hated her peaches and cream complexion but thanked the gods above that she wasn't covered in freckles. Small pale nipples topped full pointy breasts that she was rather proud of. Her hair hung in damp, loose ringlets down her back, making her look like some kind of mystical woodland fairy. Although she always wished she had grown an additional six inches taller, Jen was pleased with her athletic, lightly muscular frame. Heading into the bedroom she pulled on soft blue pj pants and a tank top. After wandering into the kitchen and staring at a nearly empty refrigerator, she discovered that supper was going to have to be found elsewhere. Cursing viciously, she slammed the fridge door shut and stomped back to her room to change. Yanking on a pair of jeans and tee shirt she wondered briefly about leaving her hair down. With a sigh, the long-time habit had her gathering up the russet locks and bundling it all into her usual bun. Slipping into a pair of comfortable clog shoes and grabbing her keys, she left the house. Minutes later, she was standing at the bar of Mama May's sipping a soda and waiting for a pizza. Everyone knew that Mama made the best pizza in town and for the officers, would throw on an extra handful of cheese. Jen chatted up a few of the locals while she waited, but her mind was on a tall, tasty looking fireman. After getting her pizza and going back to her SUV she sat in indecision. Finally with a harsh growl, she started the vehicle and headed for the station. Jen actually circled the building, making sure no one else was around before parking behind the Water Department building so no one on either force would see her SUV and recognize it. Cursing to herself and grumbling about being weak, she gathered up the still hot cardboard box and her soda and stomped across the large parking lot to the fire department. Opening the unlocked back door she made her way through the garage to the living and sleeping quarters. The city always had one fireman on duty, day and night. Sometimes people came to the fire department for medical emergencies instead of calling in, and the on duty fireman was there to assist. They were also responsible for having the engines started and trucks ready to go for when the other men responded for fires and such. She could hear the tinny sound of a TV and gave the closed door a light kick. The volume on the TV decreased and footsteps were heard crossing to the door. Just as Jen had decided this was truly a bad idea, the door was pulled open and there stood the towering Reese. "Well looky here. What is that smell? Is that from Mama Mays?" Jen shoved the box at him and scowled. "Yes it's from Mama's. Double pepperoni and mushroom." Reese took the box with a smile and waved Jen inside. As she crossed the threshold Jen wondered if any police officer had ever been in this room before. A long cushy looking couch sat facing a large flat screen TV that hung on the wall. There were other chairs and a couple of recliners scattered around. Behind that was a small kitchen and dining area. Everything was large and mostly brown in color, a very manly room. Reese sat the box on the coffee table in front of the couch and motioned for Jen to sit before heading to the kitchen for plates. She cautiously approached and sat in the corner of the soft leather couch. Since her feet didn't touch the floor, she kicked off her clogs and pulled her them up under her. Reese returned and handed her a plastic plate. "Sorry about not using the fine china there. This bunch of guys can be a bit destructive." "This is fine, thanks." Jen muttered. She was having serious regrets at coming here tonight but couldn't figure out a graceful way to leave. Reese plopped down on the couch and leaned forward to open the box. Fragrant spicy smells invaded the room. Reese helped himself and then looked over at Jen who hadn't moved. When he noted her feet tucked up under her and her distance from him and the pizza box he had to hide a grin. Handing her the plate he had just filled, he took her empty one for his own and reached to fill it. Jen had been wondering how to reach the coffee table and the pizza box without getting too close to Reese when he handed her his full plate of pizza. With an inner shrug she decided not to argue and started to eat the rich cheesy pie. She settled back in her corner and looked at the TV noting the popular sit-com that she liked to watch. Soon, they had both relaxed and were enjoying the show. Jen didn't even really notice when Reese traded her plates once more after she had emptied the one she had, giving her a refill. They were laughing and chatting about favorite shows and getting along fairly well. Jen had even come out of her curled up position and stretched her legs out across the couch. She was short enough and the couch long enough that her feet didn't quite touch Reese. She also didn't notice when Reese very carefully scooted a bit closer to her until he lifted her feet into his lap. Jen went quiet and stared at him as he started idly massaging a foot. Reese pretended he didn't notice her stillness as he gently rubbed at the arches of a dainty foot and continued to watch the TV. As the warmth from his strong hands worked on her feet, Jen began to worry that she was going to melt into a puddle right there. The things his hands were doing were totally wonderful. A slow soft burn began to creep up her legs and she had trouble keeping her breathing even. She slouched down a bit further in the corner, leaning her head back against the corner of the couch. Reese continued to work on her feet, but then started moving up her leg. His warm hands rubbed against her ankle before slipping inside the leg of her jeans to the silky smoothness of her calf. Jen felt her nipples spring to attention as heat shot up her leg. When she started to pull away, Reese's hand clamped down and held her tight. Piercing green eyes met her startled brown ones. Reese gave a quick jerk of her leg and pulled her across the slick material of the couch. When her butt came up against his hip, his other hand grabbed her waist to keep her still. In the maneuver, her head bounced off the padded arm of the couch and her neat bun of hair fell apart, pins scattering over the couch and floor. Just as she reached to grab her hair, Reese saw the red wave of curls and released her to grab her hands in his preventing her from capturing her hair. Moving to hold both her hands in one of his, he used his free hand to sweep up a handful of her hair. "Wow," he whispered his voice deep and soft. Jen closed her eyes in dismay. She'd never live this down. "Don't you tell anyone about my hair," she demanded, throwing him a fierce frown. "I never would have guessed this was in that neat little bundle. God woman, that's gorgeous. Why do you hide it like that?" She narrowed her eyes at the wonder on his face. His fingers were still tangled in the soft strands. "If you tell anyone about this, I will hunt you down and make your life a living hell," She growled. Jen struggled to pull free from him and sit up, but his grip on her hands was firm and he had managed to tangle his fingers up in her hair so that pulling away tugged painfully at the strands. Reese made a frustrated sound and pulled Jen up into his lap where she proceeded to try to squirm away. He clamped an arm around her waist and used his free hand to spread out the glorious locks of hair that were now flowing free. "Why do you hide this? I understand about on the job, but I've seen you off the job plenty and you always have your hair tied up. Why?" Jen sighed, he wasn't going to let her out of this. She had spent so long trying to make everyone look past her height and to not show any weakness, that sometimes she wondered why not take the final step and cut off the mass of hair. Not even Theresa knew that she had always felt that she had to prove herself constantly to the men in her line of work; that she was just as tough and just as capable as they were in doing the job. Being so short, she was looked on as delicate and Jen worked daily to prove the opposite. Reese wondered if she was avoiding answering his question and gave a gentle tug of the hair he still held. Keeping her firmly latched against him, he began to smooth out her tangled hair. Once he had it flowing all around her, he let his fingers drift across her neck. Jen couldn't stop the quick shiver that racked her body at his touch. She hadn't taken time for a man or a relationship since taking her job on the force almost three years ago. With a sudden insight she realized that this man was about to cross boundaries she'd set and her body was going to betray her by enjoying his touch. She wanted to make sure that she was the one in control so as not to appear weak. By appearing as the aggressor, she had the upper hand, but feeling her body soften against his touch was taking that away from her. "Look, it's just a hassle and an aggravation, I should just cut it and I really can't say why I haven't yet." "No freaking way are you cutting this," Reese replied, "it's beautiful, you're beautiful," he said as his fingers trailed across her collarbone, igniting little fires in their wake. The warm and very female body pressed up against his was causing a reaction that he was enjoying. She was so tiny and yet so strong and curvy at the same time that she made for a very delicious handful. He gently cupped her cheek and turned her face to his. Brushing his thumb across the silky soft, plump lower lip, Jen could feel herself melting. Reese slowly lowered his head and very lightly brushed her lips with his. As the fire leaped between them, he dotted all around her mouth with tiny kisses. Jen couldn't breathe, somewhere, somehow she'd lost the ability to breathe. His mouth continued feathering little kisses all around her lips, but not really kissing her. Jen felt herself grow damp with need. Just as she thought about biting him in order to get him to really kiss her, his mouth covered hers, hot and wet and feeling oh, so good. His tongue plundered and took her mouth, sweeping inside and causing her to go lightheaded. He nibbled at her lips, drinking in her taste, making her moan as the heat raced through her body. God the man could kiss. Jen's nipples had gone rock hard, and her panties were nearly soaked. Just then, Reese's hand found its way under her tee shirt and a new fire raged across her skin. Up her side and across her back, the hand burned a path across her body. Jen whimpered, the need for him rising so hot and so fast it was taking her breath away. As Reese's hand smoothed across to cup her large soft breast encased in the lace of her bra, they both groaned. He rubbed his thumb across her taut nipple and felt an answering response as his dick gave a jump in his confining jeans. Putting out the Fire It flashed through Jen's mind that now was the time to make a decision, to stop the insanity, or let it continue. As Reese tweaked a nipple with one hand and slid another up her thigh to nestle in the flaming heat of her crotch, she realized there was no decision. Pulling back away from him, she had to brace a hand on his chest to get him to give her some room; Jen reached for the hem of her shirt and whipped it over her head. "Fuck." Reese's voice was a low rasping groan as he took in the large bouncing breasts now displayed prominently right before his eyes. As her hands reached behind her to unfasten the bra, his mouth latched onto a rigid nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth. Jen moaned and her fingers fumbled on the small clasp. Reese's mouth pulled on her, his tongue laving her through the lace and she felt an answering tug deep inside her womb. With a growl she gave up on the fastening and jerked the bra straps down her shoulders. Quickly pulling her arms free, she simply shoved the offending material down allowing her lush breasts to spring free. Reese immediately buried his face between them pressing kisses over the smooth skin. After a brief struggle, she managed to get his t-shirt off and tossed it aside. Jen ran her hands over Reese's sculpted chest. Finding a tattoo over his heart of the fireman's Maltese Cross she gave it a teasing lick and grinned at his groan. Running her hands over his hard, firm body, moving lower and lower, until she encountered his jeans and their impressive bulge she felt the impatience of her body demanding more. Her pussy was throbbing and raging for release and she ground against him in frustration. "Now. Want you now," she moaned. She jerked off his lap and shoved off her jeans and panties. Falling to her knees in front of Reese, she made short work of unfastening his jeans. He helped her to push them down out of the way. She actually gave a soft gasp at seeing the hard throbbing rod standing at attention between them. It had to be nearly 9" long and so thick she couldn't close her hand around it. She was actually more than a bit concerned at fitting that monster inside her and at the same time, squishing out more pussy cream at the thought of trying. Jen quickly took a taste of the large bobbing rod. With one of her hands buried in her twat and the other wrapped around the impressive cock, she slurped her tongue over him causing him to fall back against the couch breathlessly. "What happened to wanting me now?" he groaned out. "Mmmph," she answered with her mouth full of cock. Reese's fingers tangled in her hair and gave a sharp pull. She lifted her head and met his glowing gaze. "Get up here," he demanded. Jen smiled and settled once more on his lap, this time her strong thighs straddled his. Leaning over him, her full breasts dangled in front of his face. Taking a good grip of his hair, she gave a tug of her own before slowly sliding down, his cock nudging against her entrance. Reese reached down and positioned himself and Jen began to lower down. It was a tight fit, even as wet as she was and it took a bit of work to get him all the way in. But soon she was riding hard and fast, her pussy walls griping him tight. Their combined gasps and moans soon joined the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. The fuck was hot, wet and messy. They both sought release from the tension, their bodies hot and covered with a light sheen of sweat. Jen's pussy was wetter than she'd ever known, causing little smooshing sounds in among the other sex noises. Jen knew she wasn't going to last. It had been too long and Reese had her too stirred up. She could feel the orgasm boiling inside and decided fighting it just wasn't worth the effort. When Reese tensed up and started fucking her back in earnest she knew he was in the same situation. Closing her eyes and letting her head fall back, her hair reaching down to tickle Reese's thighs, she let go. The orgasm rolled through her, the punch almost overwhelming. Her body rocked against his, her pussy fisting around his cock and in seconds he was joining her, shooting load after load of jizz deep inside. She could feel him twitching inside her which only prolonged the spasms racing through her body. Jen dropped her head down on his shoulder and rode the storm out. Several minutes later the reality of what they'd done began to work its way through the haze in Jen's brain. Oh god, oh no, she thought. I have so screwed up. Carefully, she sat up and eased her way off of Reese. He opened one eye and watched her quickly dress. "Going somewhere?" "Yeah. Home. This was a mistake." Reese opened the other eye and rose to began yanking up his pants. "Mistake huh? And could you explain why that is? We're both consenting adults, what's the problem?" As Jen tried to once more bundle her hair up, she gave a sound of frustration. "Because, I let my head get out of control. Now you're going to go bragging to your friends and everyone's going to think I'm an easy lay and then the hassling will start. It's going to be all over town, the gossip is going to destroy all I've worked for. God I'm so stupid." Reese slowly stood and leaned over her. "You honestly think I'm that kind of guy?" Jen snapped her brown eyes up his. "Yes. No. Fuck I don't know! Men are assholes and I never should have forgotten that." Giving up on her hair, she shoved her feet back into her shoes and started for the door. Reese beat her there and slammed a hand against the door, preventing her from opening it. His southern twang was strong and delicious as he said, "Just so you know, not all guys are the same. I thought you were different from the other women I've known. Guess I was wrong. Take your all men are assholes attitude and stuff it up your ass." Jen's tortured gaze met his once more as his hand left the door and he stepped back. She couldn't afford to doubt him now. Her heart was screaming at her and she had to get away. She had to think. Fury filled her, but she didn't know if it was directed at herself or Reese. Yanking the door open, she stomped through, determined to not look back. * * * * Two weeks later, she was still mad. She'd nursed her anger and kept it to remind her of how stupid she had been. She managed to dodge Theresa's questions , which inevitably pissed Teresa off and now neither she nor Melissa were speaking to her unless they were forced to for a work-related task Keeping away from Reese had been the easy part. With only the work out area being common grounds for the two departments, Jen had simply gone to the YMCA to work out instead. No one questioned her behavior but everyone knew something was going on. The rumor mill was rife with speculation over what, or who, it was that had her all twisted up. It was a Tuesday night and the town was completely silent as Jen stomped into the squad room. She went into the break room and grabbed a soda from the fridge before stopping in the dispatch center. "Hey," she said to Melissa, dropping down into an empty chair and drinking deeply from the can. As Melissa ignored her greeting, Jen tried again. "What's up? Not talking?" Melissa was a slightly plump brunette with pretty hazel eyes. Those eyes were currently cool and distant as she finally looked at Jen. "You seem to be the one with a stick up her ass lately." "What is it with people and sticking stuff up my ass!" Jen exploded. A grin split Melissa's face. "What?" she chuckled. Never had Jen made a remark like that before. Jen frowned. What had she said to bring about such a turn-around in her friend? Thinking over her words she realized how the exclamation had sounded and couldn't stop her own rueful smirk. "Okay so that came out sounding a little weird." "You have to admit that you've been quite the bitch lately." With a deep sigh, Jen knew she was right. "Yeah. I'm sorry Lissy. I am a bitch." "So why are you a bitch? Or at least why are you more of a bitch than usual?" Jen refused to answer and took another swig of her soda. She really did need to find a way out of this hole she'd dug for herself. With a shrug, she only sighed and leaned back in her chair. "You do know that Theresa damn near beat the shit out of Reese the other day?" Melissa asked. Alarm shot into Jen's eyes. "What? Why? What'd he say?" "Ah, so that is the problem. I thought so. Theresa owes me money now." Jen took a deep breath, struggled for calm and tried again. "Why was Theresa messing with Reese?" Melissa only stared at Jen with a wise look on her face. As Jen started to shake her head, Melissa demanded, "Deny it. Deny he did something to hurt you." Stunned, Jen could only stare with her mouth hanging open. "Are you nuts?" "You walk around growling and snarling at everyone, he stomps around glaring and biting people's heads off. Something happened and neither of you will say what. So unless you wanna fess up, then get outta my office." Melissa sat back and crossed her arms over her full breasts and waited. Jen tapped her foot on the floor. The urge to talk to her best friend's lover was nearly overwhelming. But at the same time, she didn't want to hurt her best friend by not talking to her first. The solution came in perfect timing as Theresa swung through the door. Ignoring Jen, Theresa walked over and dropped a quick kiss on Melissa. They were extremely careful about their displays when others were around, but Jen didn't count. The two whispered a bit before Theresa finally turned at looked at Jen. "You were saying?" Theresa asked. Jen stared first at Melissa and then at Theresa. She narrowed her eyes and demanded, "How'd you do that? You guys got some kind of lovers ESP going on?" Theresa smiled and Melissa smirked. Jen sighed. She thought of these two as more than friends, more like the sister's she'd never had. But even opening up to them was something she rarely did. "Yes I saw Reese. Yes there is a problem between us. No, you can't help with it." "You're being a dickhead again aren't you." Theresa asked. "Um... how can I be a dickhead if I don't have a dick?" The only response she received were matching bland stares. Jen growled in frustration, "I cannot get mixed up with him. It was totally stupid for me to go see him. A mistake, and one I completely regret. It's also one I'm not gonna repeat. It's over, done with." "Then why are you sticking stuff up your ass?" Melissa asked. Jen couldn't help it, she screamed. Afterward she dropped her head in her hands and thought about crying. "Good one Lissy. Proud of you woman." Theresa high-fived Melissa. She waited until Jen's shoulders had slumped in defeat before kneeling down in front of her chair and placed her hands on Jen's knees. "We are here for you. No matter what you've got up your ass. And if Lovan hurts you in any way, I promise I'll take him out. But if you're the one being stupid and hurting him, well my dear you're on your own with that." "Jen," Melissa said. "Something is hurting you. If you don't want to talk to us that's up to you, but we're here and you should know that we'd help you if we could." Jen looked up at these two and marveled over their strength and security. She knew she'd never have the same in her life and felt the emptiness of it. Heaving a huge sigh, she threw her arms around Theresa and smacked a kiss on her lips. Since Jen had never done that before, Theresa nearly fell on her ass on the floor. Standing, Jen walked over to Melissa and gave her a quick hug and kiss as well. "You guys are great. Thanks." Theresa licked her lips and pretended to check out Jen's body. "Lissy, you may have competition. Melissa only smirked and replied, "I'd be worried except you don't go for short ducks like this one." Jen laughed knowing she'd shocked her friends. "Look, the reason why I can't get involved with him is because I'm short. You know this." Theresa and Melissa exchanged blank looks before looking at Jen like she'd grown a second head. "Lissy, I know you're only a bit shorter than me, but does the air get thinner the farther down you go?" Theresa asked. "Um... not last I checked. Girl what the fuck are you talkin' about?" Jen felt the old frustrations rising once more. "I'm short! I can't let people think I can't handle myself." Theresa leaned closer to Melissa and spoke softly in an exaggerated dialect, "I'll distract her and you call over to the other side. Tell them to get a medical crew here stat. She's done gone nuts." A warning growl came low from Jen's throat. "Make jokes, that's fine for you. I'm going to patrol before the chief calls in to find out why no one's on the road." "Wait, Jen," Melissa stopped her. "Are you seriously saying you can't date anyone because you're short?" Jen threw her hands in the air. "Hello! Duh! Freaks." She stomped out leaving two very confused women behind. She muttered to herself all the way to her patrol car. She'd never deny the happiness she felt those for two but would readily deny the jealousy she had over their secure relationship. Jen also knew she was being stupid and irrational, but somehow couldn't seem to make it stop. Looking up at her car she stopped dead. There was Reese leaning against it. Shame, desire and fear simultaneously shot through her. Blinking to make sure he wasn't just a figment of her imagination, she took in the long muscular length of him and felt the answering buzz deep in her pussy. "Red." "Stretch." "Don't you think this has gone on long enough?" Jen crossed her arms over her chest defensively. "What?" She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders trying for indifference. Reese sighed and pushed himself away from the car. Closing the distance between them he put his hands on her shoulders. "Are you ever gonna tell me why you ran off scared the other night?" Jen clamped her lips together and glared at him. His hands started a gentle massage against the tightness under his fingers. She had to lock her knees to keep from melting at his touch. When his thumbs started creeping farther up her neck, the tingles raced through her body and she couldn't stop the shiver that quaked through her. "Let me go before I shoot your ass," she growled between gritted teeth. Reese shook his head. "No, I don't think so. You, my little strawberry short stack will not evade me forever. By the way, I know you're off duty tomorrow and I know where you live. I will see you." He swooped down and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Stuffing his hands in his pockets and whistling a lazy tune, he sauntered away. "Strawberry short stack?! Oh, you are a dead man!" Jen was so angry all she could do was sputter and stomp. Theresa found her still muttering under her breath when she came out to her patrol car. Hiding her grin she said, "Domestic at the Davis residence. Riding with me or going separate?" "I'm not getting in a freaking car with a freaking happy person!" Jen shouted before jumping in her patrol car and taking off. Two hours later, the officers had a real nightmare on their hands. This time, old man Davis had really beat the crap out of his wife and currently had himself barricaded in the house with a shot gun. They'd had to call out the chief and more officers for assistance along with the regional SWAT team. Luckily, the chief had managed to get Davis to let his wife out of the house for medical treatment, but so far, there'd been no luck getting Davis out. The chief stood with the SWAT team commander talking quietly. They both kept looking at Jen and it was making her nervous. She leaned over and whispered to Theresa, "Why do they keep lookin' at me?" Theresa pursed her lips and considered. Without answering she simply walked over to the two men. After a short conference, she returned to Jen. "Know how you beat out everyone else in shooting the bean bag rounds when we qualified with the rifle last spring?" Jen frowned confused at the odd question. "Yeah." Theresa nodded. "You see that tiny window in the attic of that house across the street?" Jen turned and looked. The house was lit up and officers stood around it. "Yeah." "No one can fit through the window but it's got perfect line of sight to old Davis in there." Theresa pointed to the house they had been dealing with. "So, shoot the bastard from inside the house." "Can't. Line of sight is screwed up. Gotta go out the window onto the porch roof. And they don't want to put someone up by ladder and tip him off." "Are you telling me those sons of bitches that wouldn't take me on the SWAT team because of my height now want me to climb on a freaking porch roof and do their job?" She didn't notice the approach of the chief and the SWAT commander until she heard the commander's voice. "Yes, Officer Shuman, that's what I'm about to ask you to do." Jen turned to face the man she had once respected and now only felt disappointment in. "I understand your unwillingness to do this, but if we all want to go home tonight, it's the only thing we've come up with." "So, I'm not good enough to be on your team, but I'm good enough to do your job is that right?" Jen just wanted to hear the man say it. The commander took a deep breath. "Your chief has been telling me how we made a bad decision when you applied to SWAT. I'm sorry for our current restrictive guidelines and we'll be looking at them again closely very soon. If you put in another application, I can guarantee only your skills will be considered, nothing else." Jen snorted but nodded that she'd do the job. After a short briefing, she headed to the SWAT truck for the rifle she'd be using. Chatting with men nearby were a few firemen, called to stand by in case they were needed. Reese was among them and gave her a curt nod. Once she was strapped into every safety device she could imagine, she headed for the house across the street. Reese fell into step next to her. "You be careful up there. Don't make me have to climb a ladder to get you down." "You just keep playing with your hoses over there and let the girls do the hard work." Reese burst out laughing but fell back and let her get on with her job. A few short minutes later, Jen was carefully edging out the attic window onto the porch roof. She'd quickly understood that the only way to get the shot was from the roof. Since they didn't want to alert Davis, everything had to be done in near total darkness. Setting up the rifle, she peered through the scope and found Davis sitting in his chair, holding a shot gun pointed at the door to his house. She very quietly relayed by radio what she saw and waited for her instructions. Activity picked up on the ground as officers once again tried to get the man inside the house to come out. Suddenly Jen saw him drop the rifle and pick up a pistol from a side table that they hadn't noticed before. She urgently relayed what was going on. The SWAT commander's voice was calm and soothing, but told her to take down Davis if she had to with the specially loaded shotgun. Inside the house the man was up and ranting and waving the pistol at his own personal demons. She kept him in her sights and prayed those sights were accurate. When Davis turned the pistol on himself, and stuck the barrel in his mouth, Jen sent another quick prayer and pulled the trigger. The bean bag shot straight and true and struck Davis low on his abdomen. He flew back, knocking over his chair as men swarmed the house. Jen began working her way back off the roof when a ladder banged against the side. Reese's head popped over the roof top and he shot her grin. With his help, she managed to get down without having to squirm her way back through the tiny window. Once on the ground, the men surrounded her, congratulating her on a perfect shot. As the medical team went in to get Davis and take him to the hospital, her chief came over and told her that Officer Hughes would be going with the transport. Once her report was done, she was to go home and take it easy. The SWAT commander gave her a few instructions about getting a copy of her report to them before once more commending her performance and to make sure and apply to the team again. Putting out the Fire The good-natured ribbing between the police offers continued for a bit. Everyone Jen spoke to told her that no one else could have done what she had just accomplished and they were proud to have her on their side. A couple of the SWAT men even told her how they'd fought the decision to reject her and wanted her on their team. Jen was still flying high and feeling good when she left work. It was nearly dawn and she was exhausted. She'd gotten the word that her shot really had been as perfect as could be and Davis would have a nasty bruise, but no internal injuries which was always the worry with the bean bag. With a happy sigh, she headed home and to bed. Four short hours later, a rude pounding on her door woke her from a pleasant sleep. Snarling, she drug herself from her warm bed and stumbled through the house. Flinging open her front door she prepared to annihilate whoever stood before her. "Damn woman, that's a sight to cause an instant hard on." Reese leaned against her door and grinned. Confused, Jen squinted up at him. Seeing the lust clear in his eyes, the cobwebs slowly began to clear from her sleep shrouded brain. Realizing she stood before him in skimpy pajama shorts and tank top with her hair tangled around her face, she tried to shut the door on him. Reese slapped a hand on the door and shoved it open, pushing past her to enter the house. Jen stomped her foot and started to rail at him when he closed the door and pulled her into his arms. "Mmm, still all warm and mussed up. Yummy." He bent down and captured her lips giving her a kiss that had her head spinning. When he finally let her go, she moved out of reach and shoved her hands through her long tangled hair. "What are you doing here?" "Well since you bought dinner, I thought I should take you to lunch but it appears that you might need breakfast instead." "Look, I didn't get home until almost 5 am and didn't get to bed until after 6. Go away." "Nuh uh. Not after seeing you all soft and fuzzy like this." He edged closer until he could catch a lock of hair and twined it around his finger. Her snug tank top clearly outlined her lush full breasts, her nipples poking the fabric enticingly. She slapped at his hand and once again tried to tame her wild mane of hair. Shiny red curls bounced around her face down to her waist. Last night she'd been so tired, she'd only showered and fallen into bed so this morning her hair was everywhere. Her brown eyes glaring daggers, she tried again, "Go. Away." Reese only shook his head and moved in close. Jen backed away. Reese followed. When they'd nearly circled the room, Jen stopped and uttered a warning growl. "Reese, I mean it." Keeping his hold on her hair, he said in a low voice, "Last night, I was so freaking turned on. You were so professional, so hot. My little commando. I wanted to lick you all over." His words shivered over her skin, bringing tingles to the surface. Finally, Jen decided she no longer wanted to fight them both. Screw the department and what they might think of her. If she hadn't proven herself to them by now then she never would. With a light jump, she launched herself at him. Reese caught her, sliding his hands under her ass and pulling her up his body. Jen wound her arms around his neck and their lips met in a hot fusion of tongue and teeth. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pressed her burning center into him. Reese held her effortlessly as he headed in the direction he assumed to find a bedroom. Upon encountering her rumpled bed, he set a knee on the mattress and lowered them both down. Jen's hair had twined around them, effectively tangling them together. Hands roamed over bodies, tugging at clothes. Lips searched out new tastes and textures, finding tasty spots to nibble. He took her hands in his and pulled them up over her head. Holding her still, he kissed her softly, tracing her lips with his tongue. As she squirmed beneath him he continued to hold her hands, tracing a line across her cheek to nibble at her ear. Down her neck and across her shoulder, drawing fiery lines and making her whimper. She tangled her legs with his, arching her body, trying to get closer to him. Reese shifted so he held both of her wrists in one hand and used his now free hand to cup her plump breast. Flicking his thumb over the turgid point, he set fires inside Jen that raged out of control. He closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked it into his mouth. Pulling it, flicking over it with his tongue, gently biting with his teeth, he had her writhing on the bed and moaning. Sliding his hand slowly down her body, he cupped the moist juncture between her thighs and gave a slight squeeze. Reese spent a few moments with her other nipple before kissing a trail down her body. He had to release her hands, but continued his path, licking and biting her soft silky skin. Reaching her creamy center, his tongue flicked out to taste. At her gasp, he took her hips in his hands and lifted her slightly. He teased her swollen pussy lips with light, quick flicks of his tongue, making her whimper louder. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to press him closer. Reese continued to tease and torment her until Jen thought she'd scream. Suddenly he dove in and swiped his tongue down the entire valley length and then latched hard onto her clit, flicking it furiously. Jen came with scream, bucking and writhing, gushing out pussy juice. Reese lapped and slurped, holding her tightly to keep her from bouncing over the bed. When she slumped back, her body reduced to quivers, he made his way back up her body, lingering over her breasts, nuzzling them with his face. Jen cradled him close, enjoying the little spasms of her body and the melty feeling in her bones. She ran her fingers over his back, relishing the corded muscles and tight ass. When her breathing finally slowed back to normal, she began her own silent attack. Pushing him onto his back, she rubbed her body over his. Throwing a leg over his thighs, she pressed his long hard rod into her stomach while her breasts dangled over his chest, teasing them both with a light scraping of skin to skin. Her hair fell all around her, cloaking them together with silky strands. She slowly licked down his body, pausing to explore the hollows and bulges of his body. She found a spot just above his right hip that when she took a tiny bite, his body jerked in response. Sending him a teasing glance, she did it again and was rewarded with a rough chuckle and a warning from Reese to stop that before finding herself on her back again. Jen continued on her way, skirting the penis that quivered next to her face. She licked down his furry thigh before pausing to suck on his kneecap. Reese shot up, reaching down to grab her, but Jen quickly moved out of the way. Giggling furiously, she ordered him back down. Reese growled, but settled back with narrowed eyes, daring her to keep up her teasing. She ran her hands gently over his thighs and up to cup his balls, squeezing gently. Her mouth followed, carefully pulling first one side and then the other into her mouth and licking them thoroughly. Reese fell back with a groan, grasping handfuls of her long red hair. Looking up at Reese, she found he had pulled locks of her hair up to his face and was breathing in the scent and relishing the feel. Still careful not to touch, using only her tongue, she licked a path from the base of his cock to the tip. When it jumped at her touch, she simply caught the tip in her mouth and licked off the drops of clear fluid there. Reese gave a harsh moan and a shudder. Grasping the base with one hand, she began to lick and nibble up down the impressive length. She couldn't get much of him in her mouth but Reese didn't seem to mind. His fat head made her cheeks bulge as she sucked him first softly and then harder before switching back again. Reese was twitching and his legs shifted restlessly as she worked his cock in and out of her mouth. Finally he gave a yell and pulled her away from and back up into his arms. "No, you little vixen. Not this time," he kissed her gently before tucking her under him once more. "I want to savor this one. We're taking this slower." Jen's stomach gave a lurch at his words and a new squirt of juice coated her pussy. Raising her legs she wrapped them around his waist and gave a tug. As their mouths met and tongues swirled together, Reese began to press inside her. He went slow, letting her adjust to his size, relishing the tight squeeze. Her hips were moving, her pussy grasping him and trying to pull him in but he was so big, he stretched her tight and it was slow going. Inch by inch he worked his way in, coating his cock in her slick juices. After what felt like forever, he finally bottomed out.lThey moved together, going deeper and deeper, harder and faster. The fires built higher and hotter inside Jen. They moved together in perfect rhythm, their bodies coated with a light sheen of sweat. She latched her mouth onto his neck, biting and sucking, grinding her hips up to his. Breath coming in gasping sobs, her urged him faster, nearing her peak. His cock plunging into her, the tip slamming deep inside to some secret spot, was driving her nearly insane. She pulled her knees up high to arch her hips higher as the pressure exploded. Jen screamed once more as the orgasm slammed into her. Her body spasmed and bucked hard into his, her pussy walls tightening and beginning to milk his big cock. Feeling the pulling of her body on his rod was enough for Reese. He gave his own shout as his body released, jetting ropes of cum deep inside Jen. Wave after wave coursed through them both, taking them to new heights. With hearts racing, they gasped for air and clenched each other tight. It was several minutes later before either of them could speak. Reese lifted up on one elbow and looked down into soft brown eyes. "If you gave me a hickey I'm going to give you one back." Those brown eyes rounded in surprise and the beginnings of fear. "I didn't!" Jen quickly looked at his neck and then flushed a bright red. There in glaring dark red was a neat round bruise on Reese's neck. It totally looked like a vampire bite. She bit her lips to keep from laughing. "You did didn't you?" he asked. Jen shook her head frantically but it was too late. They laughed together and rolled across the bed with Reese growling and threatening to retaliate. After a bit, Jen yawned, reminding Reese of her short night. Giving her a thorough kiss, he sat up. "Why don't you sleep a bit more. I'm going to borrow your shower and we'll worry about lunch later." "I'm okay. How about we share that shower and go to lunch together. We can take a nap together later." "A nap later huh? Sounds interesting. But there's one thing I'd like to discuss first." Jen gave him a narrow look, concerned that their idyll was about to be broken. "What." Reese gently rubbed his lips against hers before continuing, his voice low and warm. "I want to know this isn't over. That you aren't going to jump and run again. I want to know you'll stick around and give this a try." Jen pursed her lips and pretended to be thinking things over. She watched Reese until he started to squirm before answering. "We can give this a shot on one condition." Reese tensed slightly and nodded for her to continue. "If you ever, and I mean ever, call me strawberry short stack again I will beat you to a pulp," she growled. With a loud shout of laughter, Reese pulled Jen close and gave her a hard hug. He kissed her so long that Jen once more felt the tug and pull in her lower parts. Finally coming up for air, he said, "That I will not promise, darlin'. But thanks for the warning. Now, say it. Say you're my girl and that I'm the hottest fireman you've ever known." Jen felt a giggle bubbling deep inside. She bit her lip trying to keep the menacing look on her face. As Reese's fingers danced up her rib cage she broke, wild giggles and laughter filling the air. "Okay okay. Stop that! I'm your girl." "Uh uh, there was more to say." Reese held his fingers over her ticklish sides, his eyes twinkling in delight. "Alright! God, you sadist. You're the hottest fireman I've ever known. Except for old Haskins. That man just really does it for me." "Oh god, we're in trouble." He laughed loud and hard before quickly kissing her again and starting to rise from the bed. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her laughing into the bathroom. Life was just starting for these two and they would have plenty more adventures to share. In bed and out. * * * * * Once again a big thank you, shout out to Eviant my editor!