Message-ID: <46587asstr$1076537406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0402110845.41bbb980@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 16:45:00 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 11 Feb 2004 08:45:00 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 08/94 by jane Lines: 181 Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 17:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hoisingr, dennyw Author: jane Title: Glimpses 08/94 Summary: Marsha and her friend stop playing games. Keywords: none Length: 1145 words Copyright: c. 2004 *1 September 1996, Sunday - part three* _our two young artists, after turning in their rentals, rejoined the picnic for the hot dogs and a beer ... the others started early, had maybe one too many brewskis when marsh and bec arrived ... so crystal let the tube steaks burn ... the boys were getting loud ... as boys are wont to do ... marsha kept the sketch a secret ... not a word about the dares ... she nibbled at her food and listened to the bragging ... put them down from time to time ("as if" and "yeah?" and "get real, eh?") ... so trevor, in defence, said, "skinny dipping" ... knew just the place when it gets dark ... "unless you're all afraid" ... toronto ..._ § The boardwalk sobered them; an evening breeze swept off the lake. They'd all agreed, however, no wussing out allowed. _Right on. The water's always warm._ But Crystal found excuses. Too much beer had queered her stomach. "It's way too late, besides." Danny took her to the ferry while the others found the beach. Once there, Kim felt the chill so Trevor searched through weeds for scraps of wood to build a little fire. "It's great here. Just like this. If no one wants to swim," said Kim. The awkwardness of four was now apparent. The singles, once redundant, now became a harem. Marsha tossed a wrapper on the flames but didn't speak. "I'm doin' it, man," barked Trevor as he dropped his sweatshirt near the fire and walked toward the lake. Outside the ring of light, he faded to a blur that paused at water's edge to bend and hop one-legged as he struggled with his briefs, then splashed into the shallows. "Fine with me." Kim shed her tee and pants and trembled at the air. Her yellow string bikini fluoresced in firelight against her tan. She paused. "Suit yourselves. I'm goin' in." Rebecca shrugged and looked at Marsha. "If you guys bail, be sure to watch the fire." "If," said Marsha. Kim pulled the tie behind her neck and walked into the dark. The silhouette stopped once and reached behind her back to free the cord that held her bra, but not a second time to step out of her thong. Splashes and a shriek defined the water. "If you guys bail," mocked Marsha. "Was that a freaking dare? Think?" "You think we're interfering?" "Sounded like a dare to me," Rebecca grinned. "'If you guys bail ...' Bitch." "We could warm them up." Rebecca mouthed a silent "D" by pressing tongue behind her teeth. "We? Together?" Marsha winked. The flames lit clearly Marsha's fingers unbuttoning the front of Becca's blouse. Firelight showed her slip the tie on Becca's shorts and showed them fall onto the sand. Rebecca did each favour in return. Floodlit, they stood in just their panties. Then in unison they hooked their thumbs inside of waistbands, leaned forward, breasts adrift, slid satin briefs the long, slow trip across their knees and calves to nest onto the beach. They held each other's hands to keep themselves from covering. They walked, heads high, into the night, into the gently rocking water of the lake. "It's warm," Rebecca told the couple standing side by side in water to their shoulders. "Gettin' hotter," Trevor leered. "We got lonely by the fire," said Marsha. The water's tepid hand slid up her leg each stride she took into the deepening lake. Starlight made her glow. Marsha, taller, closer to the shore, stood more exposed, water slapping at her breasts in chop that covered them for seconds, then left them hanging in the cool night air. She could've bent her legs or moved a little further out, could have if she'd wanted to. Gooseflesh formed a cape across her shoulders. "Tag!" Trevor broke the spell. He touched his girlfriend's hairless head, then drifted back from reach. The game was short. Too serious too soon, each touch was bolder than the last. Kim's tag on Marsha touched a breast and caught her shoulder as she whispered, "Girl, you're fucking crazy." Marsha tagged Rebecca underwater, with a palm that rested on her thigh. Rebecca tagged her back, too easily for sport. Trevor taunted them. _Can't wait to be 'it', can you, Mr. Studdly? Remembering that football game?_ Marsha stayed submerged long seconds, found his leg and trailed it to his flaccid penis, then twisted from his clawing hands and swept respectably away. The game stopped there. Kim hadn't seen what happened, but read her boyfriend's face. Suddenly the time was up; she had to go, go quickly with her running back in tow. § Marsha lingered with Rebecca. They doused the fire and watched the moon dance lightly on the water for awhile. They threw their clothes in packs and wrapped themselves in towels and stumbled toward the change-room in the dark. Inside they were alone. The light was brilliant; the floor was cold and gritty. Marsha found her panties at the bottom of pack and started to get dressed. Rebecca interrupted. She put her hand on Marsha's neck as if for steadiness, caught her friend, one leg inside her underwear and leaning down to do the other. The hand got caught in damp, blonde hair, and Marsha turned to free it. She turned to lips about to kiss her. Surprised, she started, almost stumbled as the lips touched hers, as eyes locked close to Becca's warm, brown pools of hunger. Marsha placed her hands on Becca's shoulders. She stood upright. She felt the tingle in her lips and liked it. The second kiss was longer, shared, not stolen, open mouthed, tongues exploring, a longer kiss, the kind that Marsha would remember always, could close her eyes and taste and smell and sense her heart beat faster. A chance intruder didn't spoil it; that possibility didn't enter Marsha's mind. When fingers touched a breast or thigh, there was no ask or answer, only lips and hands that touched along each others back and arms. When fingers felt, they weren't inquiring as to depths and widths or shades that held together shapes. Nipples strained against each other for relief. A gasp. And hair spilled on a shoulder. A tear washed down a back. They dressed in awkward silence, then jogged in streetlight for the final ferry home. They leaned against a railing on the upper deck and watched Toronto fill their night, stood close for warmth, stared forward, without talking. Just Marsha's little finger, as the warning horn announced the fast approaching dock, moved, just enough along the metal rail to grasp Rebecca's hand. Moved just enough to signal something real had happened, something special. Moved just enough to say: everything from that time on would have a different hue, a promise of forever. The ferry's horn blew once again, too loud to hear the murmured word, the muffled invocation. This story cannot be reposted or published without the author's permission. All comments and queries can be addressed to by_janeNO@SPAMliterotica.org by deleting the capital letters before sending. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+