MAKE LOVE SLOWLY by Mark Aster myfrthal@aol.com = = = = = = = = = Parental Discretion Advised. All Models Over Eighteen Years of Age. = = = = = = = = = "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