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Liz pulled into the driveway, grateful to be home after a long day at the hospital. She took a moment to admire her home, but the real reason she was reluctant to go inside was because it meant she'd have to leave the cool cabin of her car. The Northeast had been plagued by heat waves this summer and air conditioning was a luxury that she and Sabrina hadn't seen fit to equip their home with. The breeze off the Atlantic was normally more than capable of cooling the small Cape Cod they owned, but she was really wishing they had it now.
Taking one last deep breath of crisp, cool air, Liz turned off the engine and headed up the driveway. Her first step onto the front porch stairs always made her chest swell. A mix of pride and anticipation filled her as she reached for the front doorknob. She loved this house more than she'd ever imagined but what really made her heart race was the gorgeous blonde within. Liz smiled at her own giddiness and despite feeling drained by the smothering heat, she felt a bit of bounce returning to her step as she crossed the threshold.
"Hey, baby!" Liz called into the large living room.
There was no answer and she dropped her satchel by the door before sifting through the mail. Bills, junk, ad circulars and yet another damn AOL trial disc were replaced in their basket before she leaned down to slip off her shoes. She started for the stairs and looked around to be sure that all windows were open, praying that some kind of movement would stir the oven-like air surrounding her.
"Blondie?" She yelled at the top of the stairs, but there was still no answer.
Liz wandered into the bedroom where she immediately stripped out of her scrubs and stood before the fan. She pulled her curly brown hair off her neck and piled it atop her head, clipping it there to keep her neck exposed and letting the breeze from the fan caress her naked skin. She walked to the bathroom and was disappointed to find no sign of her girl.
Liz walked to the bedroom door and yelled down the hall in the direction of the work room, "Sabrina!"
She waited a moment and heard nothing in response. Liz pushed away from the door frame and stalked across the bedroom to stand in
their
window. A flood of sexy memories washed over her and the effects of prolonged heat and lack of sex could be felt sharply. Her mind's eye replayed the image of Sabrina masturbating in the window, her silhouette easily discernable standing as she was, aglow in the moonlight. A sudden twitch in Liz's pussy reminded her of the erotic sights and sounds of her lover approaching orgasm while she watched from a chair in the darkest corner of their bedroom.
Where the hell is she, Liz wondered. She could've sworn Sabrina's car was in the driveway when she arrived and she didn't remember the blonde saying she had any plans that evening. Just then her stomach growled and she decided to grab some supper before she did anything else. Liz pulled on a pair of running shorts and a sports bra before heading down to the kitchen. She found a covered plate on the island and lifted the paper towel to find a turkey sandwich, made just the way she liked it, accompanied by her favorite potato chips.
Liz smiled at Sabrina's thoughtfulness and took the plate over to the refrigerator where she ate happily, standing with her face in the open freezer. She never figured she'd have to deal with heat to this degree when she moved from the south, but back home they had the good sense to furnish every building and vehicle with air conditioning. Why the idea hadn't caught on or was deemed unnecessary up here was quite beyond her comprehension.
She finished quickly and reluctantly closed the door to the freezer before opening the refrigerator door in search of something cold to drink. The cool air felt good on her skin, but she knew the second she closed the door, the air around her would seem even hotter than it had before. She was surprised to find the fridge stocked. Sabrina abhorred grocery shopping, but Liz quickly realized that the blonde had opted in favor of the cool grocery store air and said to hell with her dislike of shopping.
Liz smiled when she saw a six-pack of her favorite beer and reached for a bottle, loving the little woman more in that instant. Deciding she was alone in the house, she walked out back to see if Sabrina had gone for a swim. The deck was empty and after inspecting the water with her toe, she could see why it was unoccupied. The pool water felt more like bath water, and Liz took a long swig of beer before sliding the cold bottle over her bare midriff.
Hot, tired, drained and lonely was a bad combination for the brunette, and she returned to the house, slamming the door behind her. She had no desire to sit down on the warm leather sofa and watch television, nor did she feel the urge to boot up her computer and write. Truth be told, she didn't have the energy for much of anything and decided to walk down to the beach for a cigarette. She grabbed her smokes and another beer and headed out the front door.
The sun had disappeared behind her, casting an orange hue over the quiet neighborhood. The temperature normally would have begun dropping at this time of evening, but she found the air outside just as hot and sticky as it had been earlier. There was one difference, however, and that was the smell. The unpleasant aroma of hot air had been replaced with the earthy, musky scent of rain and she breathed in deeply. Liz let the salty sea air fill her lungs and momentarily forgot about the heat as a noisy fishing boat rattled and chugged its way past the dock as it entered the harbor.
She was half way across the yard when the first few rain drops splattered onto her overly warm skin. Liz looked toward the sky and said a silent prayer that this wasn't another five minute sprinkle like those that had teased of rain all week. She continued across the yard and started down the steps to the semi-private beach that came with the property. Lined on either side by tall bamboo stalks, a large rock retaining wall and lush green bushes gave the impression that you were descending into a very secluded haven. The sound of fishing boats in the harbor was coupled with the gentle and rhythmic sound of waves lapping at the sandy shore. The orange-pink glow was quickly fading, giving the rocks and sand a soft purple tint that hinted at the enveloping darkness to come.
Every step lent more to the sense that you were leaving the world behind and walking into a cocoon of nature. The light rain tapped at the leaves, and Liz felt the stresses of her day fall away at the urging of the soft staccato beat on either side of her. Three more steps remained before her bare feet touched the sand and she could almost feel the tiny grains shifting beneath her weight as she drew nearer. A sudden sense of boding washed over her as she reached the next to the last step and she instinctively stopped and scanned the beach from right to left.