All characters are undoubtedly over the age of 18. Any resemblance to sexual creatures living or dead is ridiculous on its face. Just let your panties slip and suspend reality for a bit.
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We had arrived at our student apartment at virtually the same time. I could see a flash of a floral print skirt slip through the second floor door as I glanced up from the parking lot below. Leaning back into my 9 year old Civic I collected my courier bag and a potted Christmas cactus. As I stood again to my full 5 foot 10 inches, I slipped the bag's strap over my head and adjusted it between my pert breasts; sweat trickled down my neck and back.
Hip checking the car door I made my way to the exterior steps of our building flip flops snapping against my heels on the super-heated pavement. Pausing at the first step I took a deep breath and began the climb with a sigh.
I stepped onto the landing of our floor and darted across to the open door of our place and stopped in the threshold. Looking through the apartment to the other end I saw Maddie bent over the sofa struggling to open the window. Her plump, round bottom wiggled back and forth in her flared skirt making the flowers dance and sway.
Smiling to myself I said rather loudly, "Damn, girl, I'm not sure I've ever seen it this hot!"
Maddie jumped! I laughed out loud. Then she joined the laughter as she realized it was only me.
"Jesus, Tam. You nearly made me jump out of my skin!"
"I wouldn't have minded seeing that, either!" I laughed. "Well, maybe just out of your skirt and tank." I loved teasing her.
"You're a dirty girl, Tamara Helen Emory! But I love you for it."
I met her in the kitchen that bisected the left half of our small "home." We hugged and nearly crushed the potted plant between us. Setting the plant on the small breakfast bar and throwing my bag on the floor I leaned in for another hug.
Standing nearly 8 inches shorter she moaned into my breasts as I hugged her tightly to me. "I've missed you, sweetie!" she mumbled. "I'm so happy to be with you again."
"Me, too, babes," I said as I kissed the top of her head.
Stroking my arms she leaned back in my hug a little and looked up at me. I could see her beautiful blue eyes glistening. Brushing her classic blonde locks from her face I kissed her forehead and then the freckle on the bridge of her nose. She kissed my chin in a move we'd had many occasions to practice.
We stared at each other for a few moments before we both spun out of our increasingly humid embrace.
"God, it's hot!" Maddie whined. "What happened to our nearly constant ocean breeze?"
"Must be taking the day off. Let's get the rest of the windows open and see if we can find the fan we had last year."
Maddie moved to the window in our tiny dinette opening it to the balcony that served as the "hallway" for our floor. I headed into the bedroom to get that window open.
It was of no use. The air was incredibly still for this beach town. And though we could hear the surf's constant crash and surge 6 blocks away there wasn't even the slightest movement of the curtains in our room.
I heard Maddie rummaging in the closet that served as pantry and "catch all" and I turned my attention to the closet that made up the wall between the bathroom and our room. First I scanned the shelves at the top and then got down on my knees to search through the clutter on the floor.
"I found it!" Maddie called from the other room and I joined her in the kitchen.
One look told us that it was a lost cause. It looked like the boys who sublet the apartment for the summer had abused our poor $20 fan. The cord was hanging by a bare wire from the base of the box fan and the protective grill was broken out on most of both sides.
"Piece of shit!" was Maddie's loud opinion. "Fancy a trip to Buy-the-World?"
I giggled at her use of our slang for the local big box DIY store but said, "I've got a better idea. Let's head over to McHenry's and cool off in their AC. We'll eat and drink and laugh the night away until it's cool enough to come home."
"Sounds like the best idea I've heard all day. You might think about changing your top though," she said through a smirk."
"Why ... what's wrong .... Oooohh,"
Looking down I saw that my left boob had a smear of her lipstick along with some black from her teary mascara. Pulling off the offending "T" I went back to the bedroom to rummage in the dresser for something else to wear.
I pulled out a red halter top and threw it on my bed. Reaching behind me I unhooked my bra and shook my shoulders, letting the damp garment fall to the floor. I knew the top was a bit revealing, but I didn't care. It was hot, dammit! I wanted no bra and as much skin as possible exposed to the cool air.
Taking a moment, I fanned my breasts with my hands to cool them down a bit.
Maddie sighed from the doorway. I smirked knowing what that was about. How many times had I heard her moan about my "perfect tits" and her "heavy hangers"? The truth was I was often jealous of her. She really had a sexy body -- all the right curves in all the right places. Guys drooled over her everywhere we went.
"Quit sighing over there and help me tie this thing."
Grabbing the top from the bed I lifted a tiny strap over my head. Maddie came behind me and took the straps from my hands and made quick work tying a bow at my spine as I freed my auburn hair from the neck strap. Then she slid her hands under my arms to my breasts and squeezed.
I squealed and jerked backward into her soft bosom, which is, of course what she wanted. She hugged me tight from behind and flicked across one of my nipples with her thumb.
I squealed again and twisted out of her embrace.
"Maddie," I whined. She hadn't ever been shy about her desire to make love to me but I had made it clear I was NOT bi-sexual in the way that she was. That didn't stop her from making advances in a good-natured way. Nor did it stop me from teasing her with suggestive remarks.
Maddie just threw back her head and laughed. I laughed along with her and then she remarked for the thousandth time on how wonderful my boobs were. I pinched her nipple in response and scooted out of the room. She slapped my denim clad butt with a loud smack and ran for the front door.
I hurried out behind her but I was not going to chase her. It was too damned hot.
She slowed for me to catch up on the stairs and we walked the rest of the way to McHenry's laughing about a dozen different things, as best friends do.
When we opened the door to the bar a wall of sound hit us. It seems we weren't the only ones who thought to spend the hot evening in McHenry's nice cool air. It was wall to wall people -- mostly students like us on the last day free day before classes began.
Maddie grabbed my arm and started dragging me through the room to where she spotted a group of our friends. On the way we heard other friends shout their "hellos" and several cruder remarks about our tits and asses, too -- well mostly about Maddie's.
When we reached the table Stephen and Dave stood to give us their chairs saying they would just stand behind us. Maddie and I rolled our eyes at each other knowing what they were up to, but thanked them and took our seats.
Shari and Andie greeted us and we girls immediately began gossiping about our summers. Dave leaned down between Maddie and me and asked what we would like from the bar. We asked for margaritas and he and Stephen went to order for us.
Shari, a little fireball of about Maddie's height but fewer curves, started an animated story of a summer fling she had with a lifeguard at the pool where she worked. Graphic details of his muscles and "muscle" were included causing several "woos" from the rest of us. She seemed to have lucked out in FWB department and we were all a bit envious.
Andie, a bigger girl but with a sexy face with big blue eyes, full lips and a smile that lights up the room, glanced in the direction of the bar before she leaned in to tell her romantic tale. We all had to press our boobs to the table as we strained forward to hear above the noise of the bar. It seems she and Stephen saw each other several times over the summer and you could see that she was totally into him. I glanced to the bar to see the boys about to return so I leaned back and watched Stephen carefully.
He seemed to be his same ole playful self, not paying Andie any special attention. But then I noticed him brush against her shoulder as he leaned in to place my drink in front of me. He then let his fingers trail across her shoulders again before he took his place against the wall behind me.
I grinned at Andie and she glowed.
Dave piped in, "What conspiracy were you ladies hatching while we were away?"
We all put on our most innocent looks and turned as one toward him. Maddie said, "Whatever are you talking about, dearest Dave?"
"Come on, now. I saw you all leaning in close for a secretive tell all. Spill it."
"Why there was nothing of the kind, Dave. Just the four of us discussing whose bed would hold all four of us."
"Oh, my God!" he moaned. "You're such a slut, Maddie!"
"You wish, baby!" And Maddie winked seductively at him.
A flustered Dave didn't quite know what to say to that but everyone knew that he wanted Maddie. But Maddie loved to tease, especially when he was so easily rattled.
Now it was my turn to tell my tale of summer woe. No male companionship. Only a summer temp job at a call center staffed by a group of women in their forties and fifties. Ah, my exciting life.
Of course Maddie couldn't let that go. She teased my about having a MILF obsession. I blushed for no apparent reason and the group's cheers sounded around me. Everyone loved to see the redhead blush -- damn them.
"Well," said Shari, "I think I can find you a date for tonight."
"Oh, stop it! I don't want a date!"
"Well, there's a guy over by the bar who hasn't taken his eyes off of you, yet!"
"Oh, shut ... up! There is no such guy!"
"Tamara! Sweetie! You know that with your long legs and sweet face you could have any guy in here!"
"Any girl, too -- especially in that top you almost have on," Maddie pipes in.
"Oh, please!"
"Any guy ... or girl! And you know it. Right now, Dave and poor Stephen are sneaking peeks down your top and I'm telling you Mr. Tall and Handsome at the bar has been staring all night long."
"Oh, come on. You're embarrassing me." But I could feel the eyes of Dave and Stephen on me and I liked the way it made me feel. And I couldn't help but look in the direction of the bar. And he was, in fact, staring at me. And he was, in fact, handsome. And he didn't, in fact, look away.
And then he pushed off the bar and started toward our table.
Oh, Jesus.
He was tall, which is important when you are a taller than average woman who likes high heels. His face had that "sculpted-from-marble" kind of good looks that makes female knees go weak -- a few male knees, too. His short blonde hair rested messy and sexy on his head. His T-shirt seemed painted onto his cut upper body, his muscled arms hanging to his side. His thighs stretched his jeans in such a way as to guarantee a tush I would drool over. And his "package" promised plenty, too.
Yummmm!