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	Hello once again.  As in the past, comments
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	    Hot Summer Night
		Part One
		by Ann Douglas

	Rachel Fontana fumbled with the two paper
bags full of groceries as she tried to unlock the door
to her apartment.  It had been a hectic day, the likes
of which she hadn't seen in a long time.  All she
wanted to do was have dinner, kick off her shoes
and turn up the air conditioner to high.  New York
City in August was not a fun place to be.  Especially
in the middle of a heat wave.  
	"Damn."  she mumbled as she almost
dropped the keys. "Nothing is going right today." 
	The door finally opened and she stumbled
inside, just as one of the bags ripped, sending the
contents all over the floor. She put the remaining
bag on the small breakfast nook of her equally small
kitchenette and then went back to pick up the rest.
	Then it hit her that the apartment was
insufferable hot.  What was wrong with the air
conditioning.  Reaching for a can of peas, she
noticed the small note that had been slipped under
her door.  Picking it up she read.

	"To all tenants.....A Con Edison transformer
blew out over on Houston Street causing a small
blackout.  Electricity is expected to be restored by 8
PM .  Any problems please call me.
                                                    A. Martinez"

	"96 degrees and no air conditioning."  Rachel
said to herself as she dropped the last of the 
groceries on the small table. "This day's never going
to end.  At least it's Friday."   
	With a shrug, the 25 year old proceeded to
open some of the windows in her 4th floor
apartment to let in the breeze, not that there was
any. Without the countering effect of the air
conditioner it was definitely too hot. First order of
business however had to be a cold shower.  After
ten hours in these clothes, capped by a twenty
minute ride in that inferno they call the subway, even
the most expensive outfit began to look like a rag.
The layer of sweat under those clothes was
beginning to itch. 
	Stepping into the bathroom, Rachel took a
good look at herself in the mirror.  The heat and
humidity had really done a number on her blonde
hair.  She hated to think what it would look like if
she hadn’t decided to get it cut short for the
summer.  Unbuttoning her blouse, she practically
had to peel it off.  Her bra followed, revealing a firm
34 inch bust covered with small droplets of
perspiration.
	“You think that if I was going to get this
sweaty I’d have least had fun getting that way.”  she
laughed to herself. 
	Truth was that it had been quite some
months since Rachel enjoyed that kind of fun.  She
had broke up with her last boyfriend in June and
really hadn’t met any one she really liked since.  Oh
there’d been a few dates here and there, even a few
overnight stays.  But they were just quick fucks,
something to break up the monotony.  The last one
of them was three weeks ago.  
	“Too bad “Old Herman” isn’t here any
more.”  Rachel mused as she finished undressing.
	“Old Herman” was Herman Kruger.  Up to a
month ago he’d been the superintendent of the
building.  He wasn’t really that old but it was a name
the neighborhood kids had given him.  A really nice
man, the 61 year old had befriended the young
secretary when she’d moved in last year. That
friendship had turned into something a little bit more
on his birthday last year when she’d given him a
blow job as a gift. It was the least she could do after
all the favors he’d done for her.  
	To her surprise, Herman had turned out to
be both quite well endowed and potent.  Afterwards,
she didn’t know why she expected him to be
otherwise except for the common misconception a
lot of younger people have that older people don’t
have sex.  It had been such an enjoyable experience
that it began to be repeated at least once a month.  
	Among all the good thing she could say
about Herman, the first on her list would be that he
was definitely all man. Unlike so many of the men
she encountered in her office or in the bars and gym
she frequented.  In fact, the brown haired girl was
thinking of seeing how good a fuck he might be
when his birthday came around again.
	But Herman had died in a car accident early
last month, causing her to regret having not acted on
her impulse. More than just a sometime lover,
Herman had been a friend and she cried long and
hard when she heard the news.  She’d gone to his
wake only to find herself under verbal assault by his
widow.  A nasty woman who Herman had once
mentioned had lost interest in sex twenty years
before. Mrs. Kruger had evidently somehow found
out about the little gifts to her husband.  She’d
called Rachel a whore and threatened to make
enough of scene that she’d have Rachel thrown out
of the building.  
	As it  turned out, it was the widow Kruger
that moved out instead.  Michael Maris, who also
lived on the building, overheard her discussion with
Rachel and quickly moved to the younger woman's
defense.  He told the widow that Rachel hadn’t been
the only person in the building who was servicing
the late Mr. Kruger.  Michael was so openly gay that
Hanna Kruger couldn’t help but get his meaning. 
Herman hadn’t been too particular about who was
on the other end of a hot mouth. Not exactly the
kind of story the widow Kruger wanted spread
around.
	Rachel hadn’t met the new super yet.  He’d
only started last week and there were 19 other
tenants.  He’d get around to introducing himself to
her soon enough.  Stepping into the shower, she idly
wondered what were the odds that Mr. A. Martinez
was a 6’ Adonis who had a thing for small short
haired brunettes. 
	The splash of cool water against her 5’4”
frame felt good.  The frigid touch caused her nipples
to harden, reminding her it was been sometime since
anyone had touched them.  Brushing the tips with
her fingers, she smiled at the pleasing sensation it
brought.  Even as a teenager, she’d had the most
sensitive nipples.
	After spending a few moments to cool off
her body, Rachel turned the single water control in
the opposite direction.  She filled her hands with
liquid soap from the wall dispenser and began to
soap up her body.  
	Rachel again stroked her breasts, bringing
her pert nipples to a familiar hardness.  As always,
her own touch felt so good.  Soapy hands glided
down across her slim stomach, finding their way to
the tightly trimmed blonde bush below.  She
continued down between her legs and then around
to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping trail of
bubbles in her wake.  
	Rachel let out a soft sigh as her fingers 
rubbed against her mound.  Running her long
outstretched fingers across her firm mounds once
again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe
woman was reminded of how horny she'd felt lately.
	The last two men who'd shared her bed had
turned out to be serious disappointments.  Both had
shot their load much too soon and had little interest
in spending the time after that to give her the
pleasure she deserved.
	"God, I need a good fuck."  she said to
herself as she again glided her fingers down across
her stomach and across the thin layer of blonde fuzz.
	With a practiced skill she parted her vaginal
lips, quickly finding the small stubby clit hidden
within.  Closing her eyes as she leaned back again
the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it.
	"Oh yes."  she purred as a familiar tingle
spread out from her cunt. "That feels so nice."
	She slid a soapy finger up within herself,
followed by a second and a third.  It was a poor
substitute for a hard cock, but it would have to do.  
	It wasn't long before she was furiously
pumping her fingers in and out, sparking the tiny
flame between her legs into a conflagration.
	The warm water had turned to hot, filling the
tiny room with steam.  The heat of which paled next
to that which radiated across her quaking body as
her fingers caressed her love canal in an orgasmic
frenzy.  
	Water running down her face, her lips
formed a silent O.  Rachel felt her legs and arms go
weak as repeated waves of delight rippled up and
down her naked form. 
	Long silent moments, broken only by the
splatter of the shower drops, passed as the blonde
rested against the now warm tile.  The water
washing away the traces of her climax.  

	Exiting the shower, she quickly dried off and
just put on a thin cloth robe.  Since she had no plans
for the evening other than crashing on the couch
with a pint of chocolate ice cream, getting dressed
again was a waste of time.  At bedtime she would
exchange the robe for the thin T-shirt she normally
wore to sleep. Except on those nights when she had
company in which case she skipped the shirt.
	Since the power was still off, she turned on
the battery powered radio and settled on the couch
with the book she had been reading on the train. 
Another hour had passed by the time she looked up
at the clock, noticing that it was already 8:15 and
still no power.
	It was then she heard someone knocking on
the door across the hall and the sound of muffled
voices. A minute later came a loud knocking on her
own door. 
	 Rachel took a moment to compose herself
before answering.  After all, she still was only
wearing the robe.  She looked though the peep-hole
and then opened the door.
	Standing in the doorway was a tall Puerto
Rican woman in her middle 30’s.  About 5’9”, she
had a dark olive complexion and weighed in the
neighborhood of 150 lbs.  Her frame carried the
weight well, the type of woman you usually
described as full-bodied. Short curly black hair
topped a round pleasant face and thick bright red
lips framed a warm smile. 
	“Can I help you?”  Rachel asked.
	“Rachel Fontana, right?”  the woman asked
in return.
	“Yes, that me.”  Rachel replied a little on the
defensive.  “Can I help you.”  she repeated.
	“Actually I was just stopping by to see if I
could help you.”  the woman said.  “Antoinette
Martinez, I’m the new superintendent.”
	It was then that Rachel noticed the tool box
on the floor.  It never occurred to her that A.
Martinez could be a woman.  She was dressed in a
plain denim shirt and pants. But there was no
mistaking that she was a woman, not with the valley
of her 38 inch bust visible to the point of bursting
through the open top buttons of her blouse.
	“Oh, nice to finally meet you.”  Rachel
recovered.  “Won’t you please come in.”
	“Thank you.”  Antoinette said as she picked
up the tool box and stepped inside.
	“I’m afraid I have some bad new.”  she
continued as Rachel closed the door.  “Con Ed now
says they might not have the power back before
midnight.  So I thought I’d check and make sure
nobody needed batteries for flashlights or anything
like that.”
	“That’s very thoughtful of you.”  Rachel
said.
	“Well being new and all, I figured it couldn’t
hurt.”  she said.	
	The pleasantries out of the way, Rachel
suddenly felt a little awkward and at a loss for
words.    
	“I was just thinking of having a cold beer.” 
she said.  “Would you like one, or soda if you
want?” 
	“No, a beer would be fine.”  the taller
woman said.  “You were the last person on the
tenant list so I’m done for the night.”
	Reaching into the refrigerator for two
bottles,  the younger woman wondered why she had
suddenly offered her a beer.  Then again, it never
hurt to be nice to the super, you never knew when
something in the apartment was going to break. 
Besides, with the television out, a little company for
a while might be nice.
	“Would you like a glass?”  she asked as she
walked back into the living room.
	“The bottle’s fine.”  Antoinette said as she
accepted the drink.
	“Have a seat.”  Rachel said as she gestured
to the couch. “Antoinette, you said, right?”
	“Most people call me, Toni.”  she said as she
took a sip from the bottle.  “It’s a lot easier.”
	“OK, Toni it is.”  she said as she brought her
own bottle to her lips.	
	The two women took a another drink of
beer, commenting how good it tasted in the
oppressive heat.  Toni commented on the decor of
the small apartment and asked what kind of work
Rachel did.  The smaller woman told how she was a
secretary at a midtown law firm.  She’s been there a
little over two years and was quite happy in that
aspect in her life.  In turn, she asked Toni how she
happened to wind up as the superintendent.
	“Well, I’ve always liked working with my
hands.”  she said between sips.  “I grew up with four
brothers and my father was a jack of all trades.  He
just treated me like he did his sons and taught me
everything he knew.”
	“Must be interesting.”  Rachel noted, all too
aware that changing a light bulb was the extent of
her own household repair skills.
	“It can be.”  was the olive skinned woman’s
reply.  “And I was really lucky to get this job.  If it
wasn’t for Herman having introduced me to the
owners a few months ago, I’d have never gotten it. 
They were looking for a replacement for one of their
other buildings and I was applying for that job. 
Then when Herman had his accident, I applied for
this one instead.”
	“You were a friend of Herman’s”  Rachel
asked.
	“Actually he was a friend of my fathers first.” 
Toni continued.  “I’ve known him about ten years,
ever since I got out of college.”
	“You went to college?”  a surprised Rachel
asked.
	“I have a B.A. in business.”  she replied. 
“But I soon found that the 9-5 grind wasn’t for me. 
I’ve never looked back.”
	“So much for first impressions.”  Rachel
thought as she finished her drink. “Can I get you
another one of those?”  she asked.
	“Thank you, that would be fine.”  Toni said
as she handed back her own empty bottle.
	
	Rachel quickly returned from the kitchen
with two more bottle as well as a few snacks out of
the fridge.  The first drink had been simple courtesy,
this was because she found she liked this woman.
	“So how has your first week been?”  she
asked as they again took their places on the couch.
	“So far, so good.”  she replied.  “It’s funny
meeting all the people Herman told stories about and
how most everyone has turned out to be just like he
described them.”
	“Herman described everyone to you?” 
Rachel asked, wondering what he’d said about her.
	“Oh yeah, all the little dirty details.”  Toni
laughed.  “Like Mrs. Stapleton up in 5B who likes
to change in front of an open window, knowing full
well that Johnny Ross’s room is right across the
courtyard.  That 14 year old gets a free show every
night.  Or Keith Lewis down in 2A, who skips over
to Betty Rogers apartment as soon as her husband
leaves for work in the morning.”
	Rachel smiled, she hadn’t heard that one
before.  Gossip was more fun when you knew the
people involved.
	“I’m almost afraid to ask what he told you
about me.”  she said.
	“Only good things.”  Toni returned her
smile. “That’s you were a good person, that you
were very caring and considerate....and oh yeah, and
that you gave killer head!”
	Rachel had just started to take a long pull on
her beer during Toni’s pause.  Now she almost
choked as she spit out what she had just began to
swallow.
	“What.....”  she gasped.
	“Are you OK?”  Toni leaned forward.  “I’m
afraid sometimes I talk before I think.”
	“It’s all right.”  Rachel said as she caught her
breath.  “You just took me off guard.”
	“If it makes you feel any better, he
mentioned that when I was giving him one too.” 
Toni said.
	“You and Herman?”  Rachel asked.
	“Nothing serious, just a little recreational sex
now and then.”  Toni replied.  “Herman liked to
screw around without any complications.  He was
pretty good at it too.”
	The grin of satisfaction on her beaming face
caused Rachel to again regret never having found
out for herself.  
	“Hope you’re not embarrassed by all this.” 
Toni said.  “There’s nothing wrong with a fun fuck
now and then.”
	Rachel agreed with the older woman and
lamented that it’d been too long since she’d had a
good fuck.
	“There’s nothing wrong with making use of
a good man.” the younger woman said.  “I wish I
could find a new one.”
	“How do you feel about women?”  Toni
asked almost casually as she took another sip.
	“In what way?”  Rachel asked, caught off
guard by the question.
	“In this way.”  Toni said in a tone almost too
soft to be heard as she leaned all the way forward
and kissed Rachel on her lips.
	
	The sudden pressure of those thick full lips
against her own took the young secretary by
surprise.  It’d been a very long time since she’d been
kissed by another woman like this - junior year of
college to be exact.  It’d been a short but very
intense affair with an older girl at NYU.  The
opportunity to experiment further had never
presented itself.                  
	After a few very long seconds, Toni broke
the kiss and moved her head back a little.  She’d
been unsure of what Rachel’s reaction would be but
figured that the worse that could happen would be
that she’d tell her to get out of her apartment.  When
there was no resistance to the kiss and no outcry
when it was done, she knew that wasn’t going to
happen.
	      Just then, the lights in the apartment
came back on and the steady hum of the air
conditioner filled the room.  Both woman looked
into each others eyes, searching for something to
say.  Finally, Rachel spoke, shattering the quiet.
	“Talk about a kiss being magic.”  she said.
	Both women laughed, the awkward
threshold behind them.  Toni reached out and took
Rachel’s hand in her own. 
	“Are you OK with this? she asked softly.
	“What do you think?” she replied as this time
she moved forward and returned the kiss. 
	
	  

























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