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THIS IS A STORY INVOLVING ADULTS, AND INVOLVES ADULT
SEXUAL BEHAVIOR. AS SUCH IT GOES WITHOUT SAYING THAT
IT'S INTENDED FOR ADULTS.




SCORCHER

by Nita360@hotmail.com
for Carrie


		"Close your eyes for a moment, and remember the last
		  time you had an orgasm. At the moment of climax, how
		  many of you were thinking about a lovely walk on the
		  beach, or a bouquet of balloons?"
							- Susie Bright



At eleven-thirty p.m. it was still 96 degrees Fahrenheit as she walked into
the tavern. Familiar faces turned toward the door as she walked in,greeting
her with a "Hiya Karla" and "Hey there" and even one salacious "Lookin' good,
babe". She knew she looked as hot as the thermometer in red nylon jogging
shorts that showed off her legs and her superb ass and a white tank top under
which her breasts moved freely. It wasn't her intention to be provocative,
she was just dressed for the weather. Still, if it caused her to be noticed
more than usual than so be it.

The heat and the slight sunburn she had made her feel a bit jumpy and horny
and there wasn't much she could do about it with her husband not due home for
another two weeks. She'd gone to her favorite watering hole tonight to cool
off and was also tired of being by herself with her man up north, and the
kids staying over at assorted friend's homes.

The barman brought her her drink, a tall icey white wine cooler, which she
tipped back for a long swallow. He gave her a wink and placed a basket of
popcorn within easy reach. "Heard from Tom?" he asked. She nodded her head
"He called last night and says the fishing's slowed and they'll be sailing
south in 3 or 4 days..." "Well, that'll be a relief to have him home." he
said with his trademark grin. "It's a hell of a long wait, Mikey...I don't
know if I'll make it." she said, remembering how she felt when she had heard
his voice. His eyes widened. "Hey now..." he said with mock seriousness.

She was distracted by hooting and hollering over by the dart machine on the
other side of the bar. Looking over she saw her friend Carrie doing a little
victory dance while her opponent, a mechanic named Bob
something-or-other, hung his head dejectedly. Karla laughed to herself.

She and Carrie had been on the same dart team last autumn and she knew that
any man who didn't know her style of playing was bound to have a tough time
concentrating. Tom had commented once that Carrie "looked like an E-Ticket
ride" - and it was true. Carrie had a narrow waist, full hips, skin as white
and smooth as whole milk, raven black hair,and a boobs that wouldn't quit.
Her friend's looks had a hint of the Balkans that made Karla think of tragic
vendettas and gypsy caravans.

Karla could see that, like her, Carrie was dressed in shorts and T-shirt and
sandals; she also noted that she was harnessed in a bra, even in the
sweltering heat.  Karla enjoyed the way her breasts felt unfettered,and the
attention they drew from men - strangers and acquaintances alike.She walked
over to the dart machine and put a quarter up.

"Hey Karla! What's up with you out on a Tuesday night?" Carrie said, giving
Karla a hug.

"Hot and bored, girlfriend. Give me a chance to kick your ass at
cricket..." she said.
"You're on, sweetcheeks...put up or shut up."

Karla fed quarters into the machine, took her dart case out of her purse and
set it next to Carrie's stuff on the bar. She toed the line, her body assumed
the throwing position and with her first 3 darts scored a triple 20, an 18,
and a bullseye.

"Take that..." she said to Carrie as she turned to sip her cooler. Carrie gave
her a sharp slap on her butt. "I'm not that easy..."  she said while gathering
up her darts next to her bottle of beer.

It turned out that they were pretty evenly matched, but in the end Carrie won
6 games to 5. Karla signaled Mikey for drinks for the two. They had gathered
a small group of spectators and kibbitzers during the match, mainly men who
enjoyed watching them more than the game. This included a young logger with
bad teeth who persisted in making suggestive comments throughout their play.
Mikey had been keeping a weather eye on him, but the bar was full and he
couldn't be everywhere at once. As they sat at the bar the kid, smelling of
chain oil and chew, asked them if they were interested in shooting a game of
pool.

Exchanging a quick look between them, Carrie told him "No, thank you..." at
which point he said something under his breath, muttering the phrase "fuckin'
bitches" loud enough for them to hear. Carrie watched Karla's face flush at
the words. She stood and followed him quietly, and when he went to sit down
she deftly pulled the chair out from under him so that he dropped hard to the
floor. Karla stepped around him, set the chair down and put a leg up on it
and said, "Have a seat, you fucking idiot." From where he sat on the floor of
the bar the kid looked up between Karla's legs, focused on the peach like
roundness of her pubic mound clearly outlined by her short shorts. In his
humiliation he began to swear.

Mikey took in the situation as he came from behind the bar and gruffly told
the kid "You're 86'd pal..." and hauled him up by his greasy T-shirt and gave
him the bum's rush out the door. When he came back in he brought drinks to
the women, wiped the sweat from his brow and lit a cigarette. "Listen
sweets," he said to Karla, "...no one needs that annoying shit...but if
anyone starts dishing it out, let me take care of it...Jesus, you a real
ballbuster when Tom's been gone a long time..." Karla looked sheepish. "It's
all my pent up energy, Mikey...I'll be a good girl, honest..." He rolled his
eyes at her.

Carrie couldn't quite believe what had happened. "Remind me not to get
on your bad side Karla...you're pretty rough for an old broad..." she said.
Karla laughed. "He pissed me off and ruined my good mood. I feel much better
now!" They both laughed heartily, and didn't really notice that the men in the
bar gave them a wide berth for the rest of the night.

They spent some time talking, getting caught up on what had been going
on in their lives. Carrie was a divorced mom with a pre-teen and had a
job with the county road department. She always had a story or two
about the men she worked with, men who always seemed to be hitting
on her, or about her dates, of which there were several, or about her ex- and
his perpetual difficulty with making child-support payments.
Having been married for 17 years Karla was always fascinated by these
confidences. It was a whole different world for single women and she
wasn't completely sure if she envied them or not.

Karla on the other hand had a career, a fisherman for a husband who spent
half the year in Alaska, and 2 kids. Carrie was equally fascinated by the
complexity of her friend's life, and wondered how she managed to balance
everything and still be what she considered a normal human being. Maybe
that's what made her ballsy enough to put that lout in his place, she
thought. As they talked they both came to realize how really comfortable they
were, and how refreshing it was to share each others company.

"Everyone is gone at my place..." Karla said. Carrie nodded, "Jamie is over
at Kathy's..." "Let's have a slumber party...we can play music and make
popcorn...it'll be great!" Karla said. "What are we waiting for?" Carrie
replied. They settled their tab and both left a tip for Mikey. Karla gave him
a hug and a peck on the check.

"See ya soon, sweets." he said in that gruff voice of his.

At her house Karla mixed up a pitcher of margaritas and served them in
salt rimed glasses. She placed the pitcher on a low patio table within
easy reach as they reclined in loungers on the back deck looking up at
the stars.

"Whoa baby! You trying to get me drunk?" Carrie said after her first sip,
"Not that that isn't a bad idea...I love these..."

"Me too, but I went light on the Cuervo..." Karla said, swallowing the icey
slurry.

"Well, if we're going to do it, we might as well do it right." the younger
woman said and pulled her purse on to her lap and rooted around in it until
she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a small baggie and some
rolling papers and expertly rolled up a thin joint. When she saw Karla eyeing
her skeptically she said "A legacy from a recent date...all he wanted to do
was get high and listen to Nirvana and like, you know, dude, like, you
know..." Laughing she flared a match and lit it, inhaled and handed it to her
friend.

Karla held it gingerly in her fingertips, and said "It smells so good until
you set it on fire..." then she took a hit, held it, exhaled and then took
another. Handing it back she said "Ahhh....." letting the smoke out. They
passed it back and forth until Karla waved it off, saying "No roach clip..."

Carrie took the  last deep hit and holding it, stood up, leaned over
Karla,tipped up her chin and kissed her. Startled and stoned she parted her
lips to her friend, and felt her exhale the smoke into her mouth. Quickly
Carrie sat back down as Karla slowly breathed out, her head desultory. Her
lips tingled, and she felt a familiar feeling in her tummy, a sudden heat
akin to a fuse being lit. She could taste salt and lime on her lips. Carrie
said "No clip...no problem..." and refilled their glasses. Both of them drank
the second glass much quicker than the first.

It was as though a line had been crossed.

As they talked quietly about everything else, the spark had been struck. They
leaned toward each other a little more, as if straining to hear, when really
there was a gravitational attraction pulling them together. At one point
Carrie fumbled under her shirt, unclasped her brassiere, shrugged the straps
over her shoulders and pulled it out through the armholes of her T-shirt. She
brought her hands up under them, pushing her breasts together and upward.
"That's much better..." she said, and Karla noticed that their slight sagging
looked so much more pleasing and natural.

As if in response to Carrie's massaging of her breasts, Karla
unselfconsciously felt her own. "I've got such heavy boobs..." she said.
"I've always wanted smaller ones..." Carrie said. "Tom says he thinks they're
perfect but he always looks..." Carrie laughed, "Karla honey...men can't help
it...it starts when they're nursing and it stays with them their whole
lives..." Karla looked thoughtful and said "Does that mean when they look at
a woman's tits they're not thinking of sex, they're thinking of dinner? It
figures..." and they snickered.

"Men can be such...dicks..." Carrie said.
"But a good dick is hard to find..." Karla observed.
"No, no, no...you've got it wrong..." Carrie blurted.
"A HARD DICK IS GOOD TO FIND!" they said together, raucous enough
to set off the barking of a neighbor's dog.

Their tipsy, boisterous laughter echoed in the warm night along with the dog's
yapping that was soon joined by other hounds in the neighborhood.

"C'mon, you..." Karla said, "...let's get inside before someone calls the
cops." There was enough for two more drinks in the pitcher, so she shared it
out, and then they went inside.

Hearing the blender whirring in the kitchen, Carrie found the stereo and put
on a CD - Kenny G's Breathless, which seemed to fit the night's mood. She
quickly rolled another reefer and lit it. Karla waltzed in with two
margaritas, and handed a frosty glass to Carrie and took the joint from her.
Inside the house it was still warm from the day's heat, inspite of all the
windows being open. The cloying smell of pot lingered like temple incense.

Karla felt pleasantly relaxed - a combination of the ice cold margaritas, the
pot, and the vibrant little surges she was feeling from Carrie's presence.
She danced around the room, enjoying the stretching sensation in the muscles
of her legs and back and shoulders. Carrie joined her and, both having taking
jazz dancing lessons were soon doing an improvised routine to the taut and
mellow wailing of alto sax. Both women were excellent dancers, and the
rhythms matched their mood perfectly. The routine became more complex as each
tried moves for the other to follow, with the lead passing back and forth
easily between them.

During 'In The Rain' they slow danced, enjoying the sensation of their bodies
touching, the warmth and smoothness and the way it seemed they flowed
together. It was so different, but in that time and place it seemed as
natural as rain in spring and heat in summer. Karla felt herself moistening
in the tender spot between her legs, and groaned inwardly when Carrie's hands
roamed over the smooth curves of her ass. Boldly she looked into her friends
eyes and kissed her, her tongue tentatively probing, then when she responded,
explored further on, until both were lost in a deep, slow, wet kiss.

"Whoa baby!" Carrie gasped when they finally broke their embrace.
Karla looked sheepish. "Carrie..." she began, but stopped when Carrie
kissed her lightly. "Shhh, Karla...I haven't been kissed like that in
YEARS..." she said, "...I practically climaxed...JESUS!"

There was an unspoken desire that was consuming them and made them braver and
braver. Carrie guided Karla back toward the couch where with a gentle push
she fell back on the soft cushions, her knees falling apart. Carrie knelt
there and rained kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, and down her neck. She
pulled Karla's tank top over her neck, exposing her breasts and nibbled and
sucked her already stiff nipples.

She could hear the changes in her friend's breathing when she ran her
hands over the smooth thin nylon and could smell the rich woman scent
rising from under it. Deftly she skinned the shorts and panties off and spread
Karla's legs apart. Their eyes met and Karla said "Yes..." and Carrie bent her
head and licked along the inside of her thighs and up to where her pussy was
swelling with the need to be touched and licked.

Her tongue swept softly through the glistening folds and she felt Karla's
hands on the back of her head as she was saying over and over
"Yes...yes...yes..."

Karla couldn't believe how incredible it all felt. Carrie's mouth and tongue
seemed so much softer than her husband's; it almost felt like she was making
love to herself the way she touched her with her fingers and sucked her with
her lips. She felt Carrie seek her opening and then slide all the way in,
making her gasp. Her tongue and lips teased and tortured her swollen
clitoris, and soon she felt the tidal surging of her orgasm approaching. She
relaxed into it and when it crested and broke she cried out in the release,
feeling her muscles spasming, the repeated contractions of her cunt on
Carrie's fingers, the gushing of her love-juice from deep within her running
over Carrie's hand and shimmering on her own thighs. It was too much. Slowly
the inside-out feeling subsided, replaced by a new urge.

Karla drew Carrie toward her and said "I want to taste you..."

Carrie drew her T-shirt up and over her head, her breasts spilling free onto
Karla's eager lips. She grasped one in each hand, where they bulged forward,
the cafe au lait areola with chocolate nipples glistened with her saliva.
Karla felt her wiggling her hips as she pulled off her shorts. Carrie took
one of Karla's hands from her breast and placed it down between her legs over
her wet pubes. Karla nuzzled hungrily at her tits, liked the way she gasped
when she bit them lightly. Her fingers spread the moistened lips of Carrie's
pussy and she stroked delicately at the portal, felt it grow warmer and
wetter. Karla wanted to see what she was doing, so she lay back and running
her hands under her friends butt, pulled her up toward her head. Sensing what
she wanted, Carrie straddled Karla's face, up high enough so that she could
look up at her pussy.

Karla petted her with feathery touches, observant of the way each stroke
caused her tender flesh to tighten and pulse, the way her rosy asshole irised
as she inserted one and then two fingers in Carrie's pussy and began to fuck
her there. She realized just how animate a woman's cunt was, that it even had
a personality, likes and dislikes.

Carrie pulled Karla's fingers from her seething vagina, placed them on the
other woman's lips and watched her taste the thick nectar on them. "Suck
me...please..." she said, lowering herself and feeling Karla kiss her in just
the right spot, felt the electric shock of her pointed tongue on her clit,
felt a wet finger on her asshole and pushed back on it and felt it slide in.
Then she had her tongue in her lovehole and she pushed her face against her
bush, and Carrie was humping against her lover's face and her fingers were
strumming her clit and the entire combination was too much and Carrie was
yelling "Yes...yes...harder...harder...baby...ah...like...that...".

Karla, between Carrie's hungry thighs, felt her soft and wet and hot, stuck
two fingers in her pussy and vigorously fucked her and sucked on her clit and
felt her tighten on her fingers and knew that she was coming and wanted
nothing more than to drink her heady, intoxicating liquor. As she fucked
Carrie her free hand found her own steaming cavern and she slid between her
slick lips and fucked herself and her friend and had soon caught up and when
Carrie's orgasm slammed into her Karla toppled over the carnal precipice
herself. The living room reeked in the best possible way with the erotic musk
of two healthy women. They lay exhaused on each other, as outside crickets
chirped and the occasional dog bayed in the quiet aftershock of their
passion.

The two girlfriends slowly descended back to the planet. There was an
awkward moment or two, as they disentangled their sticky limbs.

"Whoa baby! That was...that was...orgasmic!" Carrie said. Karla rubbed
her curly haired mound. "You said a mouthful..." she said. They looked
at each other, and burst out laughing at the inadvertant pun. Karla said "I'm
going to shower..." and helped her friend up, "...you're welcome to join me."

Under the spray of warm water they soaped and shampooed and touched each other
all over again. Their sudsy bodies tingled as they
scrubbed the other's back with a loufa. Drying with big, thick terry cloth
towels Karla, with her skin glowing pink that wasn't just sunburn, said "I'll
fix us a snack that we can eat in bed..."

Carrie pulled down the bedcovers and sat on the bed looking at her naked body
in the vanity mirror. Karla knelt behind her, her long red cool hair brushing
over Carrie's shoulders, and gave her a big bowl of French Vanilla ice cream
with two spoons in it.  As they ate spoonfuls of the treat, Carrie's finger
traced the lines on Karla's leg where her white skin turned pink.

"What does all this mean?" she asked. "It means what it means Carrie. You're
my friend, and it just so happens we got hot together. It's like forbidden
fruit - it tastes the best, but you can't take a steady diet of it." she
said.

"Will you tell Tom?" she wanted to know.

"I don't know...maybe. Listen, when it comes to toe-curling, furniture
rattling, Richter-rated multiple orgasms, nothing beats doing it with a man
that loves and respects me. Maybe it just takes a person, gender doesn't
enter into it. But he does it for me...it's just that he's always gone...and
tonight I just wanted to be with someone, and I'm glad it was you. I think he
would understand..."

"Do you think he's faithful.?" she asked.

"I know he is..." Karla answered, seeing her friend's skeptical look,
"...here, read these..." and she handed her his letters, his stories and
poems just from this last trip. "He doesn't have the time, and he doesn't
want anyone but me..." she said.

Carrie read a couple of the letters, set them down when she was through and
said "Whoa baby...they're right when they say all the good men are
married..."

"Don't get any ideas..." Karla said.

"Hey...the only ideas I've got involve you, and maybe, just maybe
Tom...if he wrote me a nice poem too."

Karla launched a spoonful of ice cream that hit Carrie and slid down between
her tits; Karla leaned over and licked the melting ice cream. One thing, of
course, led to another, and when they finally went to sleep, naked and
vulnerable and beautiful, the eastern sky was pink and gold, and it already
felt like they were in for another scorcher.

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