Message-ID: <46993asstr$1078265406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: by_jane@literotica.org (jane) X-Original-Message-ID: <80045de.0403011948.1df857bd@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 2 Mar 2004 03:48:05 +0000 (UTC) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 1 Mar 2004 19:48:05 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Glimpses 23/94 by jane Lines: 146 Date: Tue, 2 Mar 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 23/94 Summary: Tina gets a special invitation. Keywords: none Length: 845 words Copyright: c. 2004 *17 January 1997, Friday part one* _mai missed her shift the evening after she was raped ... she wouldve worked, if not for tina ... while mai was sleeping tina called her boss ..._ "She really can't. Something's wrong. She hasn't slept. Her friend. Yes, I'm looking after her." _shed talked to peter on the phone as well ... he said hed bring some toiletries, some clothing ... so she could stay the night ... then after lunch, when mai had finally wakened, when shed related what had happened, explained what doug had done ... tina flew into a rage ... berated bellhops, growled at peter ... she badgered mai to gather evidence, to see a doctor, call police ... she cried ... she beat against the bed frame and the wall ... until the afternoon lay dying in the rush hour sleet ... then tina laid her head in mais small lap and let herself be held and finally rocked to sleep ... and then a week slipped by ... the way a cat will pass a door ... and vanish with no trace ... except for trays of covered dishes, left littering their hall ... chicago ..._ *§* No contest, Tina should've said. Yes, I'll go. For sure. It should've been so simple. But even with a kiss in progress, their bodies spread suggestively atop the hotel bed they'd shared that week, it wasn't. Even though a tiny moan meandered from her mouth along a jaw and nibbled at a chin, objections didn't melt. Reason would prevail; logic didn't drift away like traffic through the potholed street below their window. Tina's mouth replied. Not, Yes. Not, Naturally, I'll go. Her mouth crawled up the ridge of bone that surfaced high along Mai's cheek, the seam where jaw and ear were joined, and whispered, "Mai, I love you." "Please." Mai's gentle music, inches from her face. Her tongue too shy to touch her teeth, in flavoured Cantonese, "Prease, come with me." Tina turned her head, pressed her hands to Mai's small breasts, drizzled her caresses on their warmth. Her azure eyes met Mai's. It should have been so simple, so completely right to murmur, Yes. Anywhere. You name our destination. Instead, she gave an answer that she knew with certainty: a silence. Thumbs and fingers played at once more stiffening nipples. She listened only to the gentle sound of, "Please," but not its meaning, slid her body so that she could change her fingers for her tongue, could draw the firm erections in her mouth, against her teeth, could turn the whisper to a whimper, then a groan. Tina's fingers moved along Mai's flank, touched the strings that played her melody. A touch. A slide. A strum. The instrument pushed out to meet her hand, to play itself against the finger. The thighs spread wide to amplify the sound. Whole notes, played largo, each built upon the next. The clitoris, pianissimo at first, then pizzicato. The instrument replied; it trembled in its passion. She worked the fret, vibrato. Fingers tapped the sounding board. Then Tina used her tongue to sing the ending. Mai winced and screamed in harmony. Their silence lasted till the sun had set, until the room had darkened. Then, standing barefoot on the frigid bathroom floor, combing out her hair, Tina finally gave her answer, "I want to go. You know I do. It's really hard with Peter." "Our week together, it has been too short. We need to get away. We need to laugh." Mai stood beside her, staring at their image in the glass. "I can't. With us both here, he's going crazy by himself." Tina put her arms around her. "I can't think when I'm this close to you." "You will go back to Peter now. We would not leave till March. You have two months to think more clearly. I will make us tea." "I don't want to choose." "Perhaps you chose already." "I don't know anything right now." "I did not ask for choosing. Only that we take a holiday." "God, I'd love to, Mai. The Caribbean. Just us would be so great." The coffee maker gurgled at the tea. It filled the awkward silences that grew across their table. "Even if you do not come with me, I still must go. Chicago is too small right now." "I hate deciding." Their hands laced nervously together. "Somewhere warm. Two weeks. You need it, too," Mai coddled. They stood. Their robes fell open to each other's skin as they embraced. Their hands slipped onto one another's waist. Tina's brow contorted. "I couldn't live that long without you." Her thigh moved onto Mai's damp pubic hair. "I won't." Mai stretched up on her toes to once again access Christina's ear. "_Snälla, lilla_," Mai exhaled. "I have to dress. He'll be here soon." She closed her eyes. Then Tina added slowly, testing every word to see if she could bear what she was saying, "Wherever you decide to go, reserve a seat for me. Even if I can't. Don't ask me how or when I'll know for sure. If I can't go, we'll cross that later." "You will come." Tina closed her eyes. "I hope." 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+