From "Women with Handcuffs," edited by Sacchi Green. It has been reprinted with permission from Cleis Press. This excerpt has been sponsored by LELO.

Cats purred contentedly by my head on the sofa’s back. I’d been sitting there for a while, thinking about Nicole, and finally decided to go to bed. After turning out the lights, I headed upstairs to my bedroom. I was just about to change when the doorbell rang. I went back downstairs, a little freaked at first, considering it was one a.m. But by the time I got to the bottom, I’d decided that it was my crackpot neighbor ringing my bell to complain some more. Angrily, I flipped the switch for the porch light and pulled the door open. "What?" I yelled.

"Whoa. Sorry, I know it’s late."

Under the harsh light of the lamp, Nicole’s features were sharp and clear. She seemed startled but not terribly so. She’d probably seen much more violent reactions than that.

"Nicole. I’m so sorry. I thought you were my neighbor." My face got hot, and I looked down at her feet.

"That’s okay. Is it too late?"

"No. Not at all. Come in." I held the door open and as she walked past me, I got a whiff of musk, and it went right to my clit. The pulsating began all over again. "Is everything okay?"

Nicole hung her head for a minute and she stared at the parquet floor, as if contemplating something. Her thumbs were hooked on her utility belt in that way I loved.

"Nicole?" I put my hand on her arm. Had something bad happened after she’d left earlier?

Before I could register anything, Nicole turned fully toward me, pushed me against the corridor wall and kissed me. As stunned as I was, it didn’t take long for me to fall into her kiss and let my lips part for her. Her hands went around my waist, and I slid my palms up the well-ironed blue shirt, my ring catching on the edge of her NYPD patch. When both my hands were behind her neck, she held me tighter and pressed her full weight onto me. Her kisses became harder, more urgent, and her tongue slipped into my mouth hungrily. She pulled away, breathing heavily.

I’d fantasized about this woman so much, and now that I had her in my arms and had felt her lips on mine, I didn’t know what to do. So, I opened my mouth to speak. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

She let out a sputtering laugh. I laughed, too. "Sorry, I’ve always wanted to say that."

"It’s okay." She chuckled again.

The evening was warm and muggy, and the house offered little air. I wiped a bead of sweat from my temple. "Hey, you wanna step outside to my backyard? It’s cooler out there."

"Sure."

I led the way to the back of the house, the whole time self-conscious about my backside. Was she looking at it? Did it look good? Was it jiggling? I was relieved when we’d gone through the door, and I was able to move to the side. I flipped on the back porch light. When I turned, she was looking at me with such intensity that I thought I would spontaneously combust.

I swallowed hard. "Um, we can sit over here," I said, pointing to a stone bench. I sat, but she remained standing.

My garden was my oasis, a place of Zen tranquility. Fruit trees rose to meet the ten-foot fence surrounding my backyard. Fallen peaches dotted the grass, and the little plums that had gotten too ripe left wine-colored blotches on the paving stones.

"Wow, this is really nice." Brewer pulled her eyes off me to look around at my creation.

"Thanks. I love it out here. It keeps me sane."

"Too bad your neighbor is nuts." She turned to me and smiled. "That’s off the record, of course."

"Of course." Would throwing you to the ground, ripping your uniform off, and making your eyes roll to the back of your head be off the record, too?


"What are these for?" she asked, pointing to a pile of canvas. "Oh, those were on my furniture. Haven’t put them away yet."

Nicole didn’t respond and instead strolled around my garden, casually looking at the flowers and bushes, gently squeezing a fig on my fig tree. The fruit was ripe and popped easily, sending honey-thick nectar down Nicole’s hand.

"Oh, wow, I’m sorry," she said. "I didn’t mean to do that."

"That’s okay. There’s plenty more."

Nicole looked at her hand and brought it up to her mouth. She looked at me and sensuously licked the juice from her hand. The way her tongue slid across her skin, that’s how I wanted her tongue to slide through my pussy, catching my juices.

Nicole standing there in her uniform, her hand wet and her eyes dark with desire, sent my insides out of control and, despite the heat, goose bumps tracked my arms.

Nicole went to the tarps and picked one up, then walked over to me. Thinking that she wanted to sit, I scooted over a little more. But as I turned my head upward, she threw the tarp down and knelt on it. The little NYPD pins on her shirt collars glinted in the lamp light in my yard, and I stared at them as she reached up to undo my shorts. I looked around with a little panic but relaxed when I realized that my neighbors could not see us, thanks to the high fences.

My shorts and underwear were now on the ground. The stone bench felt hard but cool under my butt. As her fingers skimmed the inside of my thighs, my skin prickled and I prayed
that it didn’t make any hair on my legs stand up.



When her hands reached the top of my thighs, she reached around to my buttocks and yanked me forward. Taken a little by surprise by her forcefulness, I lost my balance and started to fall backward, but my hands instinctively went behind me and caught the back edge of the bench.

She lifted my legs so that the backs of my thighs rested on her shoulders and my heels flanked her ribs. I was now literally at the edge of my seat, knees in the air, and Nicole’s face was descending. I closed my eyes and waited to feel her tongue in my pussy, but it seemed like I was waiting, and waiting. I opened my eyes to see her looking up at me with a smirk. She was torturing me, but I knew it was only to assert control. I could see how she probably made a great cop.

Finally, she lowered her head and her tongue made contact with my clit. My head fell back and I let out an "ahh" as I crooked my arms and leaned back on my elbows.


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