Archive-name: Samesex/submiss.ff
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Archive-title: Submission


	It was hot. Too hot to think, much less do anything. The air
conditioner man had said that he would fix it, but the thermostat still
said 100 and Carrie's  blouse still stuck to her chest.  The only thing
that came out of it was hot, stifling air. She had given up on it when she
had gotten home from work and argued with the man who had come out to fix
it.
	"I remember working on this unit, oh, about two months ago," he had
said. His face was thick, wrinkled and red in the sunlight. Even though it
was hazy with the Southern Californian smog, the sun seemed extremely
bright.
	"So, you can fix it?" The silk blouse she had worn to work was
beginning to get hot.
	"Well, I got to get a compressor. It ain't gonna do much without a
compressor." His voice was irritatingly high, despite his grizzled
turkey-neck.
	"It isn't doing much now. Can you do anything to fix it?" Her
pantyhose weren't helping any, either.
	"Not without no compressor, I can't."
	"Bye, then."
	"I'll see if I can't get one in the mornin'"
	With those words, he had left. A lot of help that will do me, she
thought. 108 outside, in the shade. And it's going to stay that way until
at least eight. Shit. She opened up the fridge to get some water. Feeling
the coolness, she leaned her body into it. It felt so good. The cool air
flowed into her blouse like ice fingers. The sweat between her breasts felt
very, very cold. She opened up the freezer side and grabbed some ice,
throwing it into a thick tumbler that had the emblem of AT&T on it. She
reached up and opened the cabinets above the fridge, taking out a fifth of
whiskey. She pored a goodly amount over the ice. That should take off some
of the bite, she thought. She took a drink from the cold, dark brown
liquid. The thick taste and pungent smell brought back memories. She
remembered when she had first had whiskey, when she was fourteen.
	"C'Mon, try it!" One of her girlfriends, Trishia, had swiped it from
her dad. They had taken it out into the greenbelt/undeveloped area behind
the suburban homes, by the creek, hoping to escape the heat and parents.
She could smell the roadkill skunk and the sweet scent of the whiskey,
mixed in with the honeysuckle and the creek mud.
	"Won't your dad notice?" The mud squashed between her toes, and her
shorts itched from the rocks she sat on at the bank.
 
 
	"No, he's an alki. All he ever does is drink. He'll just think he
drank it himself." Trishia's face was red. She had already taken a few
swigs from it, and was kind of tipsy. Carrie climbed up into one of the low
live-oak trees. She hadn't had anything other than wine to drink. She stuck
her leg down from the dangling branch into the water.
	"So you want me to be an alki too?" Trishia made a disgusting noise
with her mouth.
	"You won't be an alki. I'm not an alki. I drink."
	"No you don't. This is the first time you had anything to drink."
	"No it isn't. Your just a wimp. That's why you wouldn't go  out with
Gene. 'Cause your a wimp."
	"Gene's a nerd."
	"He may be a nerd, but he knows what he's doing." Trishia took another
swig from the mouth of the bottle, this time dribbling some of it onto her
sundress. It made a brownish stain on her light tan dress. Trishia was all
ways wearing that dress. She was proud of it because it showed her
cleavage, or what cleavage she had.
	Carrie was pondering what Gene "knew". Trishia had gone out with Gene
once, and Carrie had never asked her about it.
	"What does does Gene know?" Trishia was trying to rub the stain out.
She got some water from the creek and put it on it, and then rubbed it in.
It didn't really do anything but cause one of her teats to fall out of her
dress.
	"Oops..." Carrie giggled, and Trishia did too. It wasn't the first
time she had fallen out of that dress.
	"What did you say?"
	"Ummm, what does Gene know?"
	"Here." She gave Carrie the bottle. At first Carrie thought about
tossing it, but she didn't. Trishia's dad might need it back.
	"Take a drink and I'll tell you."
	"I'm not gonna drink this."
	"Fine." Trishia sat down hard on the bank and began to throw rocks
into the water. There weren't that many rocks, and Trishia was hoping that
Carrie's famous curiosity would get the best of her.
	"How much?"
	"Just a swallow..." Trishia turned around. She looked straight into
Carries blue eyes. Carrie unscrewed the lid and brought the bottle to her
mouth. Her face puckered up as she took a sip from the bottle.
	"A swallow..."
	Carrie paused, and then leaned the bottle back. A single bubble rose
to the bottom of the bottle.Carrie put the bottle down and screwed the cap
back on.
	"A swallow usually involves swallowing." Carried swallowed the
whiskey, then gasped for air. She promptly fell out of the tree and into
the creek. The water splashed up into the air, muddying the bank further.
	"Carrie!" Carrie climbed out of the water and tossed the bottle into
the sand.
	"Hey, Carrie!" Carrie stood three inches taller that Trishia.
	"It wasn't my fault you fell in!" Carrie grabbed Trishia around the
waist and hurled her bodily into the creek. Then she laughed a deep and
hearty laugh while Trishia tried to splash her some more from the creek.
Carrie picked up the bottle, unscrewed it and took another swig. By force
of will, she held it down. Trishia threw her long, thick black hair back
off of her head so she could see and climbed back onto the shore. She
tossed herself down into a patch of waning sunlight and closed her eyes.
Carrie sat down next to her, crosslegged. She noticed that Trishias black
hair showed through her skirt and panties.
	"So..."
	"I'm not telling you now. You threw me in the creek." Trishia tried to
pout, but she kept cracking up.
	"C'mon, tell me. I took a drink!" She held up the bottle for evidence.
	"Well, all right. What do you want to know?"
	"Well... what does Gene 'know'?"
	"Alot"
	"Alot about what?"
	"About women..."
	"What about 'women'?" Carrie was fascinated by now. The whiskey had
begun to takes its effect on her fourteen year old brain.
	"How to... well... make them feel good."
	"How does he make them feel good?"
	"He taught me something."
	"What? Where did you go?"
	"We went out behind his house. He live in Beaumont, so he has about a
thousand acres of land. He took me out to one of his tree houses."
	"Did you... neck?"
	"Yeah. He taught he how to french kiss."
	"What?"
	"When you put your tongue into the guys mouth." She stuck her tongue
out and wiggled around.
	"Did you like it?"
	"Yeah... then he.. have you ever played with yourself?"
	"Huh?"
	"You know....."
	"Well, yes. Once or twice..."
	"Sure. Once or twice. He did that to me."
	"You let him?"
	"I had to practically put his hand there! He kept screwing around with
my teats. After he pushed my skirt up, he forgot about it." Cassie looked
down at her relatively flat chest. Why'd Gene want to go out with me, she
thought?
	"What did it feel like?"
	"Kinda like it normally does,  but different. He was kinda clumsy. He
kept trying to stick his fingers up my butt. I got really wet and sticky! I
was pretty horny by now, so I had to finish myself. He just kept playing
with my butt. He didn't even take of my panties. He just let them get all
wet. I just stuck my hand under the waist band and finished what he
started."
	"Then what did you do?" The image of Trishia "finishing" had Carrie
very excited. She had never told anyone, but she frequently had fantasies
about women she saw in her brothers Playboy magazine. She had stolen one
and masturbated for almost two days straight afterwards. Now she was having
fantasies about Trishia.
	"He showed me how to suck dick. I took his dick out of his pants. It
was so hard by now, it was all red and veiny. I started to stroke it, and a
little thing of sticky fluid came out. He was groaning, and he push it
towards my mouth. I didn't really understand what he wanted until he said
'suck it'. I didn't really want to, but I figured I might as well. It did
look kind of gross. So I opened up my mouth and put it in. I still had my
hand down my panties. I was starting to feel like I was going to come. It
tasted like someones finger, except sweet and hot. I started to suck.
'Don"t suck' he said, 'Use your tongue!'. So I began to swirl my tongue
around his dick and the head. His hips started to pump in and out, so that
his dick came out of my mouth. I grabbed him and put it back in. I was
starting to enjoy this... kind of like a lollipop. I pushed my panties
further down so I could get a finger in my pussy. I grabbed his butt and
started to suck and lick as hard as I could. He started to groan, and then
tried to pull away. He said he was going to come. I didn't pay attention.
Then I tasted a sweet, salty taste and Gene groaned. There was this stuff
in my mouth, so I swallowed it."
	"You swallowed his cum?"
	"Yeah. It was in my mouth, anyways. So then he zipped up his pants and
rolled over. I was still horny. My hand hadn't satisfied me much. I didn't
end up coming. I tried to get him to roll over, but he just mumbled
something, and so I left. God, I wish he had fucked me."
	"Show me how to...."
	"Suck dick?"
	"Yeah...." Carrie was very excited. As Trishia dried off, the cloth of
her dress had stuck to the curves of her bodies. Her nipples were poking
out from under the thin fabric, and she could see the telltale erection of
her clitoris by the dark area in her crotch. Carrie closed her legs.
	"Here." Trishia handed Carrie the bottle. "Put this in your mouth. Be
careful!."
	"Hmmm..."
	"No, that won't work. Come here." Trishia put her finger into Carrie
mouth.
	"Now, lick around my finger. Thats good. Pretend its a dick. Hey!
Don't bite it!"
	"Hmmm, hmm"
	"Now start sucking. Y'know, that feels good. No wonder guys like it so
much. " Trishia stood up and put her finger at her crotch, poking out.
	"Just kneel there and try it. This is how I had to do it for Gene."
Carrie kneeled down. Now, all she could smell was Trishia. Her hands came
up and grabbed her trim buttocks and began to caress them. How many times
she had held her own buttocks like this. She pushed her head against
Trishias hand, forcing it against her crotch. Trishia put one of her hands
into Carries hair, the other one began stroking her hot,damp pussy. Carrie
put one of her hands underneath Trishias dress, caressing the flesh pushed
tight against the nylon panties. She looked up and saw Trishias eyes closed
in pleasure. She put one finger underneath the waist band and pulled the
panties down to Trishias thighs. Trishia smiled and moved both of her hands
to Carries head.
 
 
	One of Carries fingers traced the bottom of Trishias buttock. With the
other she lifted Trishias skirt and moved her head away for a moment.
 
 
	"Trishia?"
	"Yes...."
	"I think I love you..."
	Trishia knelt down and kissed Carrie on the mouth. She pulled off
Carries T-Shirt and pushed her back into the sand. Carries small breast
were still wet from the creek water, and the nipples were hard. Carries
tongue slid into Trishias mouth, and her legs wrapped around her waist.
Carrie began to hump Trishia soundly.
 
 
	"Wait... let me do something here" said Trishia. She stood up and
unbuttoned the front of here dress, letting her breasts free. carrie pulled
her panties the rest of the way down. Trishia undid the buttons on the
front of Carries shorts, startled to see the blond hair underneath.
	"I ran out this morning."
	"Good..." Trishia slipped a finger down to Carries pussy lips and
began to stroke rhythmically. She caressed Carries nipple with her thumb
and fore finger. Carrie leaned back onto the sand, underneath Trishias
pleasant weight. Carrie pushed her crotch willingly into Trishias expert
fingers, feeling the rush of orgasm fill her hips. She move in the same
rythm as Trishia, as her hands explored her body. She gently stroked the
clitoris at one moment, move to slide a finger inbetween her moist lips the
next. Trishia knew when Carrie made that slight catch of breath what to do.
She slid her middle finger into her pussy as far as she could and began to
stroke.Carries body went stiff underneath her as she came like she had
never before.
 
 
	"Still horny?" asked Trishia.
	"Yes..."
	"Good... so am I."
	"You said that you wished that Gene had fucked..."
	"Yeah, I think maybe not."
	"Let me fuck you."
	"How?"
	Carrie simply picked up the whiskey bottle.  Trishia let out a slight
groan.
	Carrie pushed the bottle up against Trishia mouths. At first, she
didn't let it in. Then, Carrie began to play with her nipple. The bottle
slid between Trishias lips.
	"Suck me..."
	Carries stroked the base of the bottle with her fingers, as if it
where flesh. Then she slid one of her bare knees between Trishias legs and
up against her hot, wet crotch. Trishia began to stroke against her,
leaving a damp sticky spot. Carrie began to lick one of Trishias breasts,
slowly. She felt the firmness in her mouth, and bit on one of the hard
nipples. Trishia let out a groan and began to ride faster against Carries
thigh. Carrie let one hand go down to her partners vagina and stroke her
clit. Long, soft stokes on the warm skin. The soft pussy hair tickled her
leg. Carrie grabbed Trishia by the buttocks and spread her legs wide. She
looked down at the pink, inflamed lips and the damp hair. She took her
finger and slid it into her friend and lovers aroused cunt and began to
stroke.
	Slowly she increased the tempo until Trishia began to ride with the
motion. Then, she took the bottle out of Trishias mouth and out it into her
own. She licked all around the neck, and made sure the lid was on tight.
She removed her hands completely from Trishia. Trishia grabbed her and
tried to place her hand back on her raging cunt. Carrie slid the bottle
into her own shorts, letting the neck get damp with her excitement. Then
she ran it down the length of Trishias smooth belly. Trishia began to hump
the air in her arousal. Carrie grabbed one of Trishias hands from her own
pussy, and put it on her own. Then, she began to tease Trishias pussy with
the bottle. She ran it across the lips, around the pussy and against her
ass. Finally, she put her hand against Trishias wet pussy and spread her
lips wide.	"Fuck me!" So she did.
	She slid it in slowly at first, and then out again. She threw one leg
over Trishias body and planted her knees on either side of her. She put
both hands on the bottle and slid it in slowly and firmly. One of Trishias
hands was still dancing in her shorts. Trishia somehow managed to pull the
down slightly.
	"I want to see your pussy."
	Carrie began to remove her shorts.
	"Don't stop fucking me... I'll get them. " Carrie moved her legs, and
Trishia began to work the tight shorts of off Carries ass. The sensation of
the cotton rubbing against her excited clit made Carrie pump faster. The
part of the bottle that widened was now pushing up against Trishias clit,
sending jolts through her pelvis. Carries other hand slid around the lips,
making sure that Trishia was getting the most out of it that she could.
Trishia finally worked Carries shorts off of her. She pulled one of her
legs over her head. Carrie let out a gasp of pleasure when Trishias hot
tongue began to work on her inflamed pussy. She used one hand to stroke her
pussy hair. She began to pump harder, pushing the glass into Trishias
pussy. She moved her head down to taste Trishias juices. She licked all
around the vagina, tasting the lubricants there. Trishias tongue quickly
brought Carrie to orgasm, her cunt spilling it remaining lubricant onto her
legs and her partners face as Trishia went rigid with pleasure.  She took
out the bottle and licked her pussy clean.
	Trishia and Carrie were in love for four years. They eventually had a
fight over a guy, and went to different colleges. Carrie still loved
Trishia, but she had to try it with Gene. They ended up getting a divorce.
In fact, Carrie still had Trishias number. She looked down at the dampness
on her body and decided to find that number. She opened up her blouse and
began to massage her breast through her bra. It turned out that she had
developed in her own right. She dialed the phone, and slipped a finger into
her skirt.
	"Hello? Trishia?"
	"Yeah... who is this?"
	"It's Carrie. I got this bottle of whiskey..."

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