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The holiday had finally arrived, and
Lorna Loone was ready to go out to have a good time. There was only one problem. She was supposed to meet-up with Lucy, and her new best
friend was nowhere to be found.
Telephone
call after telephone call proved nothing.
Where was she? Lorna first
glanced at the wall clock above the kitchen sink, comparing it to the display
on a wristwatch that had not worked properly since she let the high school boy
who sold it to her at the mall squeeze her tits-in exchange for hefty eighty
percent discount. That was the
percentage that he came up with, because her luscious, squeezable melons were
eighty percent larger than were the ones that his girlfriend sported. The only drawback was that she left the
kiosk without a box or a warranty.
Just as well, their little touch-n-massage only had a five minute shelf
life.
"Where
is she?" Lorna moaned, wishing that her recent time with Jake could've produced
such an equally eventful reaction.
He was an okay lover, if stamina, technique and compassion didn't count.
Lorna hung up the phone for the
final time, determined to have fun even if it meant doing so alone. She adjusted her halter top a bit
higher, not wanting to pop loose and get arrested for indecent exposure. She didn't mind the occasional exposure
of her twin pride and joy; it was the indecent part that carried with it legal
ramifications that she certainly could not afford. Two hundred dollars and hour for a lawyer was more than the
three hundred dollars a week that she made waiting tables at the Stomach Diner
across the street from the junior college she attended.
Once
outside, she started her old, subcompact, foreign car, glad to see that no one
had taken advantage of the doors having been left unlocked. She did that so
that any prospective burglar would help himself, rather than slice open her
recently repaired, convertible top.
It
was close to midnight, when she decided to leave Bennie's Bent Room, a local
all-U-Can-Drink hotspot, heading for the park. She was a passionate photographer hobbyist who loved the
sight of the fountain's spray.
"Where-ya goin'?" called a hunky guy who had trouble balancing himself
against Bennie's entrance door's frame.
She said nothing, and all he could do was watch her tail-lights
disappear in the blurry distance.
The
park was perched high atop a mountain (if one wanted to stretch the definition
of what a mountain was) in a place that had a rare reputation for
cleanliness. She turned off the car, amazed that her watch was
holding its own with the surprisingly accurate LED display. All was going okay. The only problem was the fountain
wasn't working. Anyway, down came
the convertible top, back went her seat, relaxation had begun to seep in--for
the first time all night. It
wasn't long before the sudden dip of the front of her car startled her. Someone had found her hood a good place
to call front row, deciding to plop on it.
"Hey!"
she yelled. To Lorna's surprise,
it was Lucy.
Tears
flowing down her perky cheeks told a different story on a face that always looked
pretty. "Sorry I didn't meet you
earlier...That bastard ex of mine left me again, and I came up here trying to
find the strength to break up with him forever."
Up
came the seatback, the driver's side door opened, and out walked Lorna. "You couldda called me to talk it over. What'm I, chopped liver?"
Immediately
the two started laughing.
"What's
so funny?" Lorna asked.
"I
never understood what that expression meant," Lorna answered.
"Neither
do I. And I say it all the time."
They
hugged, lightly kissing before parting.
They exchanged a friendly We've All Been There With Guys Like That
stare. At that moment, the
fountain started. Not so
surprisingly neither of them moved.
It was an exceptionally warm and muggy night, and the cooling water did
more than soak their party clothes.
They weren't letting go though.
What should have been a moment for self pity had been washed free of
guilt and regret. The water eased
between them, allowing for a smooth lube, giving them a sense of freeness that was
not there before.
When
Lucy's head tilted, Lorna seized the opportunity to dive to her neck. Lucy moaned, purring as could only the
female of the species that had waited for pleasure that seemed unattainable. When her head came around their lips
met. It was an open mouth
liquidity that had jousting tongues dueling to see which wanted the other
more. That was Lucy's cue.
She
ripped Lorna's halter down, exposing breasts that had nipples that were hard
and fully extended. Each needed an
additional tingle to send the message to a waiting vagina that needed only the
slightest excuse to begin flowing its own tasteful juice. Lucy had an expert mouth that couldn't
get satisfied fast enough.
"Not
here," was Lorna's sudden surprise.
Her words were half garbled beneath the fountain's layered downward
sheets. She then led Lucy into the
car, opening the driver's side door for her. Once inside the flooded car up went the top. What they needed was privacy from
childish boys who had failed them once too often.
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