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Blackout
by Stephanie Rose
(Two multicultural beauties create sparks during a citywide power outage.)
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"Ooooh! Hot and sexy. Just like I like it!"
Stacy Reynolds smiled as she sat at her computer typing her first lesbian erotic novel, Carnal Passions. Her deadline, just days away, loomed in her head.
As she read the last paragraph, she noticed that it wasn't flowing as well as she would have liked. She sat back, picked up her pen and tapped it against her temple, deep in thought.
However, the sweat beading on her mocha-colored skin distracted her from reading the words she'd just typed.
"Man, it's hot in here," she said, fanning herself, as she quickly saved the last hour of work she'd just completed. The once warm summer was now a hot, muggy mess as the Atlanta temperature rose into the triple digits.
The window next to her desk was open, but no breeze flowed through. As such, her tiny apartment was nearly smoldering with the intense heat. It was Saturday night, just after 9pm, and the nighttime air was thick and hot.
Stacy kept fanning herself, desperately needing a relief from the rising temperatures.
Her mocha skin glistened as she got hotter and hotter. Her long, dark braids were pulled into a thick ponytail and a few tendrils had escaped, creating a beautiful frame around her pretty face. However, the heat, coupled with her sweat, made the tendrils stick to her face and neck.
To beat the heat, she skipped a bra and panties and just wore a light tank top and tiny shorts. The scant material displayed her dark, toned limbs perfectly. Her full breasts strained against the thin material, and the imprint from her dark, rigid nipples could clearly be seen. She had an hourglass figure, made up of a trim waist that sloped deliciously into rounded hips and curvy thighs.
Because she was a budding novelist, she spent a lot of time seated at her desk. As such, she worked out as often as she could to keep herself in shape. She'd even planned to pop in an exercise DVD a bit later. However, all thoughts of working out left her as multiple beads of sweat dotted her skin.
"I need something to drink," she sighed as she rose and headed to her kitchen to peek in the refrigerator. She scanned it quickly, spying everything from the fruits and vegetables, to the Chinese takeout she ordered earlier. Then she spotted the bottles of apple juice on the lower shelf.
"Here we go," she said as she grabbed a bottle, opened it and took a long swig. "Mmmm. Delish."
Then she glanced over to her open bedroom door and looked at the neatly made-up, but empty bed inside.
"This juice is good, but what I really need is that Latin hottie down the hall, Arianna."
Arianna Santiago was a 5'9" beauty with long, silky chestnut-brown tresses that reached down to the middle of her back. Her smooth buttermilk skin, a perfect complement to Stacy's dark complexion, her warm expressive eyes and pouty lips framing a bright smile gave Stacy a delicious tingle every time they met. Sometimes Stacy caught her in a pair of shorts and she was forever amazed at Arianna's long, luscious legs.
Stacy's heart beat faster at the thought of the Spanish beauty. They'd only spoken briefly, mostly while waiting in the hallway for the elevator. However, Stacy was so fascinated with Arianna's accent that she often asked more questions than necessary just to hear more of her romantic dialect.
As Stacy took another sip of juice, she chuckled. "If Arianna were here right now, she'd only bring my temperature up, not down." She shook her head at her attraction to the Spanish beauty. "I normally don't do one-night stands, but in her case, I'd definitely make an exception!"
She sipped her drink as she stood in front of the open refrigerator door, enjoying its coolness. Then all of a sudden, the refrigerator motor cut off.
Then all the lights went out.
"What the hell?"
She set her juice on the counter and felt her way into the living room. "I paid that electric bill last week, didn't I?"
She carefully made her way over to the window and looked outside. She quickly saw that all the streetlights on her block were out, as were the neon lights on the grocery store across the street.
"What is this? A blackout?"
She went to her desk and felt around until she found her cell phone. Opening it, she was grateful for the small ray of light from the display.
"Ok. First things first. Do I have a flashlight?"
She used the light from the cell phone to look inside the desk drawers. After a minute of searching, she pulled out a pink penlight attached to a long cord. She smiled when she saw the rainbow embossed on the front.
"Yes!" she exclaimed as she clicked it on. "Thank goodness I went to the Gay Pride parade last weekend!" she giggled as she shined the thin beam of light around the apartment. "Pride parade swag always comes in handy!"
She used the tiny penlight to light her way around as she looked for the power company bill. Finding it, and seeing that she had, in fact, marked it paid, she sighed. "Well, at least let me call them and report that my lights are out."
A few minutes later, she'd used their automated service to report the outage. The recorded message said that the power would be restored in approximately ten hours.
She sighed again. "Saturday night and it's bad enough that I'm at home working. Now it's a blackout. Some luck."
She sat at her desk for a few moments, staring out the window at the groups of people that began to congregate on the street below.
"Even though it's dark outside, at least they're not alone," she mused, as she put her elbows on the desk and rested her chin in her hands. "Not like me," she said as a wave of loneliness gripped her and made her heart sink.
Suddenly, she thought she heard voices in the hallway, and she immediately grew nervous. She'd only lived in this building a matter of months so she didn't quite know all her neighbors yet.
"I hate being here by myself," she muttered as she used the penlight to guide her way to the front door. "Especially in a power outage." She leaned against the doorjamb, straining to listen to the voices outside.
Then she thought she heard a familiar voice. A light, feminine voice with a distinct Spanish accent.
"Is that–" Stacy opened the door a crack and peered into the darkness. Then she heard the voice again.
"Is everyone else's power out too?" the voice asked.
A wide grin broke out over Stacy's face. "That's Arianna," she whispered. She opened the door a bit wider. "Yes!" she called out. "My power's out too."
