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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Private Party, Public Beach

This one was commissioned by the owner of a story site through Literary Metro. He supplied specific names, physical characteristics, setting, length, and ... money. I'm almost ashamed to have whored myself in this way, but the cash was still green. *blush*

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The party fizzled shortly after midnight. When the rowdier guests took off for the downtown clubs, the more sedate overnighters broke out the high-priced booze and higher-priced hashish. They'd drink and talk and smoke until dawn, but it'd be more cerebral than Bacchanalian. The rented beach house could comfortably sleep eight, but Sarah figured that at least twenty would spend the night—although she doubted anyone would actually sleep.

Greeting her friends at the door, Sarah pointed them toward the kitchen, where food and drink were arrayed on every available surface. They could probably live comfortably for a week on the party platters and hors d'ouvrés—and stay comfortably buzzed on the Stolichnaya and Tangeray. Most of her guests were couples, but a few were unattached. One, in particular, interested her—a new friend named Kate.

Since, at twenty-two, Sarah still struggled with chronic shyness, she worked hard to capitalize on her other assets. Flirting and witty banter would never be her forte, but she hoped her toned body and lovely features more than made up for it. She wore a red sundress to offset the green of her eyes, knowing it also complemented her creamy skin and long, black hair.

Kate bounced through the door carrying two big bags of ice and looking, for all the world, like sunshine personified. Her smile could light up a room and the sparkle in those mischievous blue eyes always made Sarah wonder just what the vivacious teen was thinking. As usual, Kate spoke her mind, so Sarah didn't have to wonder very long.

"Damn, Sarah! You look hot in that dress. H-O-T-T, hot!"

Sarah blushed and stammered a welcome, wishing she had Kate's bubbly, flirty self-confidence — in addition to her petite frame and thick, blonde hair. The girl was way too cute for her own good, and she wondered if Kate was aware of the dizzying effect she had on both men and women.

"Here," Sarah added, taking one of the bags from Kate's hands. "Let me help you. The kitchen's this way." She cocked her head in the direction and set off in front of Kate. At the doorway, she turned to say something — and found Kate staring at her ass. Whatever she'd been about to say was immediately forgotten.

Kate didn't appear the least embarrassed to be caught admiring her bottom. In fact, she winked and licked her lips. Sarah not only felt a blush rise again in her cheeks, but she also felt a hot wetness between her legs.

Once they'd stowed the ice in the freezer, Kate suggested they take a walk on the beach. Sarah hesitated at first, thinking it rather rude to abandon her own party, but the desire to be near Kate superseded that reluctance.

A few guests were already on the beach, kicking around in the surf. Kate grabbed Sarah's hand and tugged her in the other direction — away from the gathering.

"Let's get better acquainted," she urged, again winking. "I've wanted to get to know you since we met last month. At first, I thought you didn't like me... but then Carrie told me that you're really shy."

Her throat suddenly dry, Sarah could only nod. She was intensely aware of Kate's hand — its fingers entwined with her own, and she ached to have more contact. Sarah wanted to knock the younger woman to the sand, press their bodies together, and... She shook those thoughts from her head. No use wishing for what she'd never have the guts to do.

"So, like, I realized that if I wanted to get closer to you, I was gonna have to be the one to make it happen. Do you mind, Sarah? Do you want me, too?"

A small noise escaped Sarah's throat. It was the best she could do under the circumstances.

Kate put her hands on Sarah's shoulders and spun the taller woman to face her. "Look at me, please, Sarah. If you won't speak — or can't speak — then let me see whether or not there's desire burning in those gorgeous green eyes."

Smiling, Sarah lifted her eyes. She hoped that her expression answered all of Kate's questions. As soon as their eyes met, Sarah found her voice.

"Kiss me," she whispered. "Kiss me now... please."

It was Kate's turn to be speechless, but words were no longer necessary. Taking Sarah's face in both her hands, she stood on tiptoe and delivered a soft kiss — a kiss that rapidly grew in intensity.

"Down..." Kate gasped, breaking the kiss. "Let's get horizontal." She untied her sarong and spread it on the sand. Sitting on it, she pulled Sarah down beside her.

The pale blue of Kate's swimsuit glowed in the light of the full moon, reflecting in her eyes and making her appear supernaturally beautiful. Sarah envied the younger woman's stunning body. She'd always wanted small breasts —like Kate's— so she could comfortably go braless, but the genetic dice had given her a fuller figure.

Kate wasted no time on subtleties, reaching under the gauze of Sarah's dress to peel off her thong. Sarah tried to focus, but her mind kept spinning out of control. She'd dreamt of being intimate with Kate for weeks, and now it was happening — and happening so fast!

Kate's hand snaked between her legs and found her wetness — physical evidence of her desire. Sarah groaned into the blonde's mouth as she surrendered to the finger fucking, wishing Kate's tongue would replace her hand. After a few minutes, Kate pushed her onto her back.

"I've wanted to taste you since we met," Kate admitted, kissing her once more before crawling head first under Sarah's dress. She nibbled her way up Sarah's inner thighs and paused, and Sarah whimpered when she felt Kate's hot breath against her pussy.

"Now! Please..." she begged. "Make me come, Kate."

Kate responded by parting Sarah's labia with her thumbs and sucking hard on Sarah's clit while simultaneously flicking it with her agile tongue. Sarah bucked hard, driving her pussy into Kate's face, as her orgasm overtook her.

When she was again able to breathe, Sarah looked into the smiling eyes of her new lover.

"Your turn," she grinned.

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

I'm so proud ...


... of my partn3r! He's got two poems in the April 11 issue of Clean Sheets ezine!

Drop him a comment & let him know you enjoyed them, why don't you?