MAKE LOVE SLOWLY
by Mark Aster
myfrthal@aol.com

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Parental Discretion Advised.
All Models Over Eighteen Years of Age.
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"Heather, this stuff is just SOOO cool!"  Carrie moved the
mouse and clicked, taking her to another bio.  "Gargantua
Slide is my alltime favorite band.  I can't believe there's
all this stuff about them on the computer!"  Heather pushed
her glasses up her freckled nose and smiled.  "I mean," Carrie
went on, "I mean, I thought this stuff was just for nerds, you
know?"

Heather made a face.  "Well, it's still mostly just for nerds,
but at the last nerds' meeting, we voted to let a few beauty
queens in too."

Carrie turned her head to face her friend, eyes wide.  Her
long blonde hair swirled behind her.  "Oh, I didn't mean it
like that, silly!" and she put her arms around Heather for a
second, and squeezed.  "You know --"

"I know, I know!"  Heather laughed, and turned back to the
laptop computer, which sat perched on the nightstand beside
the bed.  Carrie put one hand on the mouse and browsed onward,
but her other arm stayed around Heather, who snuggled a little
closer, enjoying the warm pressure, trying to be inconspicuous.
As Carrie read the text and waited for the images to load, her
hand on Heather's hip moved idly in small circles, and Heather
found it hard to concentrate on the screen.

"Oh!" Carrie said, and her hand stopped its circling, "Something
I want to show you before I forget.  I got some e-mail on this
account you set up for me, and well it just sounds too good to
be true, and I thought I ought to show it to you before I did
anything..."  Heather rolled her eyes, guessing what was coming.
She watched Carrie navigate to her incoming mailbox, proud of
her pupil for remembering which of the browser's dozen buttons
to push.  When she saw the Subject line, she groaned.

"Oh, God, Carrie, not MAKE MONEY FAST!"

"You know about it?" her friend asked.  Heather reached over
to take the mouse, and her hand covered Carrie's, her fingertips
brushing over the warm skin.

"Yeah, it's the Scourge of the Net," said Heather, the capitals
distinct, opening the mail and scrolling down past the headers.
"It makes me sick to think of the bandwidth wasted on this, not
to mention the money people have lost."

"It doesn't work?"

"Think about it, Carrie!  It says to send five dollars to each
of these five people, and then take the top name off the list
and add your own to the bottom, and send out a hundred copies
of the thing onto the Net.  Right?"

"Yeah..."

"So how can thousands of people get rich by just sending
money to each other?  Look!  Say the first person to do this
sent out a hundred copies, and ten of those people followed
the instructions."

"Only ten?"

"Just to make it easy."

"OK, Professor!"  Carrie grinned, and her eyes looked into
Heather's from just two noses away, and the shiny red of her
lips curved upward.  As Heather went on, her arm slipped around
Carrie's waist.

"So we'll call that person the first level, and the ten people
after him the second level.  If each of those ten people send
out a hundred copies, and ten of each of THOSE hundreds go
along, how many people are there in the third level?"

"Uhh, a hundred?"

"Yep!  Now what level are you at?"  Heather stroked Carrie's
shoulderblade through her blouse, for emphasis.

"Well, I don't know!"

"Right, but you must be at least level six, since there are
five people on this list, and they're above you."

"You know," said Carrie softly, "that shade of lipstick looks
really nice on you."

Heather closed her eyes.  "Thanks.  I thought..."  And
then more loudly, "So there are five levels above you in
the chain, probably more."

"OK, so..?"  Carrie raised her eyebrows and parted her
lips, waiting for Heather to finish the thought.  Their
faces had drifted closer together, and Heather felt Carrie's
breath against her skin.

"So at level six there are a hundred thousand people!"  Carrie's
lips were still parted, her eyes looking deeply into Heather's.
Heather licked her lips.  "Now how many people are there in the
world?"

Carrie reached up and touched Heather's cheek.  One finger
moved slowly to the corner of Heather's mouth.

"One?"  Carrie breathed.  Heather felt a wave of warmth wash
over her.

"No," she whispered.

"No?"  Carrie's nose brushed lightly past her own.

"No," Heather whispered, "no, two."  Their mouths touched for
just a moment, softly, and Heather's eyes closed.  Carrie's
lips touched her again, and she moaned deep in her throat.

"Two," said Carrie, and her breath brushed Heather's face, and
her open mouth pressed Heather's lips.  Another wave of heat
flashed through Heather's body, between her legs, over her
chest and her thighs, and she shuddered.

"Five billion, isn't it?" Carrie whispered in her ear, her
hands moving softly over Heather's back through her grey
sweatshirt.  Her lips kissed Heather's earlobe, the thin
skin behind the jaw.

"I -- ah -- I -- five billion, yes about," and she struggled
not to kiss Carrie again.  Carrie grinned and sat up a little.

"So?"

"So now how many more levels do there have to be before you
make all this money?"

"Well, five I guess," Carrie said, her hands slipping down and
under the edge of the sweatshirt, lightly touching the skin
of Heather's waist.

"Now how many people are there on level eleven?"

Carrie looked surprised.  She sat and thought, her fingers
motionless on Heather's warm bare skin.  "Um, a hundred
thousand at level six, a million at level seven, ten million,
a hundred million, a billion, TEN BILLION at level eleven?"

"Very good!" said Heather, and she leaned forward and gave
Carrie a quick congratulatory kiss.  But the sweetness of her
friend's lips overwhelmed her; she leaned forward and kissed
her again, and Carrie's tongue slid over her teeth, and Carrie's
hands slipped up over her skin.  Their mouths opened, pressed
together, Carrie's lips hot and hungry, and Heather's heart
pounded.

Carrie's hands drifted up Heather's sides under her shirt
as the kiss deepened.  When her fingers slid forward and
found the soft pale breasts, Heather moaned.

"So it would take the whole population of the world to
make me rich this way," Carrie whispered in Heather's ear,
nibbling on the earlobe and lightly pinching Heather's
nipples with her fingernails.  "But couldn't I just try
it once?"

"Ahhhh..." Heather breathed, "ah no it's ahhh it's also
illegal," and she turned her head so Carrie's next kiss
landed on her jaw.  "Here, I'll show you the Web page,"
and she reached for the mouse.  Carrie smiled and
lowered her hands, and as Heather clicked and typed,
she ran her fingers up and down her friend's back,
feeling Heather's spine and the muscles of her back
through the warm skin.

"Here's the U.S. Postal Service page," Heather said, bringing
up <http://www.usps.gov/websites/depart/inspect/chainlet.htm>.

"Mmmm, looks fascinating," whispered Carrie, moving up close
behind Heather's back.

"Hey, it's important!"

Carrie just smiled, sliding her hands forward and under her
friend's breasts.  Heather's small nipples were tenderly erect,
the skin around them goosebumped.  Carrie touched them gently,
rubbing back and forth.  Heather shivered and crossed her arms
in front of her, hugging herself and pressing Carrie's fingers
into her.

"Carrie, oh Carrie I'm..." Heather shivered again, more deeply.

"You're sweet," Carrie murmurred.  The tip of her tongue moved
warm and wet around the outside of Heather's ear, and Heather
gasped a high helpless gasp.  Carrie smiled and moved back,
her hands coming out from under the shirt.  For a moment they
sat, quiet, looking at each other's reflections in the bright
glass of the display.

"Anything Canadian?"  Carrie asked.  Heather took a deep
breath and shook herself.

"Well, I haven't found anything as specific as the USPS page,"
she said, navigating quickly to <http://canada.justice.gc.ca>,
but somewhere in the Consolidated Statutes here..."

"Oh, federal laws, my favorite!" said Carrie.  Heather turned
to her and grinned, then stopped, Carrie's face again inches
from hers.

"You think this is breaking any laws?" whispered Heather.

"What?"

"This," and Heather closed her eyes and touched her lips to
Carrie's again.  Carrie's mouth was soft and hot, and her
lips opened slowly, slowly and lovingly and Heather's tongue
sank into her and their breaths mingled.  Heather turned on
the bed as they kissed, and their arms went around each other.
Carrie's body pressed deliciously against her, and she felt
herself melting from the heart down.  "Ahhh..." Carrie twined
her fingers in Heather's hair, and kissed her cheeks and her
eyes.

"Are we done with the lesson?" Carrie breathed, her hands
moving up Heather's body again, cupping her breasts through
the shirt.

"Not quite!"  Heather twisted away from Carrie's hands and
turned back to the computer.  "I'm bookmarking

    folio.pgi/estats.nfo/query=*/doc/{@20482}/hit_headings?

and

    folio.pgi/estats.nfo/query=*/doc/{@20581}/hit_headings?

on <http://canada.justice.gc.ca> for you."

"I can't believe you just pronounced those things!" Carrie
giggled.

Heather smiled.  "And finally I'm giving you a link to
Canada Post, at <http://www.mailposte.ca/>, in case you want
to phone them and talk about it."  As she clicked on the final
icon, Carrie's hands slid under her shirt from behind, and
Carrie's hands cupped her breasts and moved over the skin of
her stomach.  Heather fell backward into Carrie's lap, and
Carrie leaned down and kissed her mouth, her long hair falling
around their faces.  As the warm tongue slipped into her
mouth, and the gentle hands caressed her body, her hips
began to move in slow circles on the bed, and her thighs
parted.

"God, Carrie, God are we bad?"  Carrie's fingers just
moved downward, under the waistband of her sweatpants and
down between her hips.  She gasped and took Carrie's face
in her hands and kissed her harder.

"Cheating people out of their money is bad, Heather," said
Carrie softly, as Heather's fingers began to undo the buttons
of her blouse.  "You're sweet and perfect.  Kiss me again."


MAKE LOVE SLOWLY
by Mark Aster
The End