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Archive name: wetday.txt (ff, cheat)
Authors name: Dafney Dewitt
Story title : A WET DAY

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A Wet Day
by Dafney Dewitt

Jenny stabbed her key into the door. She was 
impatient to escape the rain. Some idiot with 
Ohio license plates had parked a bright red 
Buick in her spot.  She drove two blocks 
before finding an empty space to park, and
was forced to run through the pouring rain.

Out of breath, angry, and soaking wet, Jenny 
stood just inside the apartment she shared 
with her lover, Alex. Her feet frozen in 
place, she looked down at the small pools of 
water forming around her wet shoes.

Something was wrong. The apartment smelled
like a bread bakery.

A blond woman's head popped out from behind 
the kitchen door.

"Hi!, my name's Susan."

Jenny clung to the front door knob without 
speaking.  She never knew what to say.  
Meeting new people was awkward. It made her 
feel shy and inadequate.

"You must be Jenny.  Alex, told me all about you."

Jenny managed to mutter a reply, "You must be 
a friend of Alex."

It sounded so dumb.  Of course, she was a friend 
of Alex.  How else would she have gotten into the 
apartment?  So Alex had told Susan all about Jenny.  
That did not sound good because Alex had never 
told Jenny anything about Susan.  Jenny felt 
betrayed. 

Susan flashed her a quick smile.

"You can let go of the door knob now.  I promise 
not to bite."

Jenny looked down at her hand, squeezing the 
door knob in a hard, white knuckled grip ready 
to swing the door open and flee.  Susan's smile 
made her feel foolish.

Sheepishly, she let go of the door handle.

"You from Ohio by any chance?" asked Jenny 
trying hard to appear intelligent.

"That's right," answered Susan brightly, "I must 
have parked in your spot."

Jenny used her fingers to brush the dripping 
strands of hair hanging in her face behind her 
ears.  Irritated by Susan's smiling face and 
feeling like a soaking wet fool, Jenny rushed 
past her with an apology.

"I gotta get this wet stuff off," she mumbled 
heading straight for the bathroom.

In the safety of the bathroom, Jenny wasted no 
time.  She stripped out of her wet clothes and 
jumped into the shower.  The hot spray of the 
shower melted away her anger.  It made her feel 
warm and safe.

Damn good looking, Jenny thought.  No doubt 
about it.  Susan-from-Ohio was trouble. Younger 
too.  Alex would compare.  Jenny-Susan, Susan-
Jenny?  Which one would he want?  Jenny knew 
the answer.  It would be Susan.

Thinking about Alex excited Jenny.  She slipped 
her fingers between her legs touching herself.  
It felt good.  Rubbing.  Touching herself.  

Feeling her knees start to buckle with desire, 
the shower drumming against her body, Jenny 
felt a wave of pleasure rising inside her.  
Just a bit more and the wave would submerge 
her in a foamy torrent of turbulence. She 
waited for the wave to crest.  She waited 
for it to come crashing down.

Suddenly, Jenny screamed.

The shower water had turned ice cold.

"Shit!," she yelled, "Fucking bitch!"

From behind the bathroom door, she heard Susan's
muted voice.

"Oops!  Sorry, I turned on the dishwasher."

Susan turned the dishwasher off, and the shower
warmed up again, but not Jenny.  The moment was
lost.  Frustrated, she stepped out of the shower
and dried off.

With one towel wrapped around her head like a
turban, and another tucked around her breasts,
Jenny padded into the kitchen to confront Susan.

"You're just in time," said Susan removing a
freshly baked loaf of bread from the oven.

The smell was delicious. Jenny's stomach grumbled.

"I thought you might be hungry.  So I cooked up 
a quick dinner of stuffed pork chops, corn, 
gravy, mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread."

"It smells wonderful," Jenny admitted out loud, 
but inside she was cursing.  Susan not only had 
killer looks, she could also cook. Jenny had 
never learned how to cook.  The entire kitchen 
was warm with the scent of freshly cooked food.

Susan lifted the apron over the top of her perfectly
coifed hair revealing an unwrinkled flower print
dress.

Little Miss Homemaker, thought Jenny.  She looked
so cool.  Little Miss Home-wrecker.  She did not
look like someone who had just cooked up a complete
homemade meal for two.

Perfectly composed, Susan pulled out a kitchen chair
and motioned Jenny to sit down.

"Take a seat.  I'll serve you," Susan smiled.

Jenny wanted to hate Susan, but her body betrayed 
her.  The food was delicious.  She found herself 
asking for second and even third helpings.  It had 
been a long time since she had eaten freshly baked 
bread.  It was delicious.

Alex had put Jenny on a health food diet so she
would loose weight.  It had been a long time since
Jenny had savored the taste of mashed potatoes
covered in gravy and real butter melting into
freshly baked bread. Jenny was in heaven.

After eating, Susan bounced up, taking the plates 
to the sink, cleaning up.  She filled the sink 
with hot soapy water and started washing the 
dishes by hand.

"Hey!" Jenny shouted, "You can use the dishwasher
now. I didn't mean to scream at you like that."
Jenny felt guilty.  She felt terrible for hating
Susan.

"That's OK," answered Susan," I like washing dishes
by hand."

"Are you sure I can't help?" asked Alex guiltily.

"There is something."

"What?"

"Brush my hair out of my face."

Susan turned her head to one side.

Jenny looked.

A single strand of Susan's hair had fallen down
over her left eye.  She was not perfect.  Jenny
stood behind Susan as she washed the dishes.
Carefully, she brushed the offending lock of
hair back over Susan's ear.

"That felt good," encouraged Susan.

"What?" asked Jenny provocatively exhaling her 
hot breath into the back of Susan's neck.

"Don't move," insisted Susan.

Jenny had no intention of moving.  Susan pressed 
back against Jenny's body.  Jenny responded by 
grinding her towel wrapped pelvis into Susan's 
buttocks.  Jenny lightly rubbed her breasts 
against Susan's back.  It felt good.  It felt 
right.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.  

Susan lifted her hands out of the hot soapy 
water and turned to face Jenny.  She kissed 
Jenny lightly on the lips undoing the towel 
wrapped around her breasts.

Jenny felt Susan's warm soapy hands caressing
her.  It felt so right.  Jenny closed her eyes.
She was afraid to look Susan in the face.
Afraid that the magic spell would somehow be
broken if Susan looked directly into her eyes.

Effortlessly, Susan pushed Jenny down onto the 
kitchen floor.  Jenny's body seemed to be
floating with her legs spread wide and the
towel sprawled underneath her.

There were a few more quick kisses and suddenly
Susan was between her legs, kissing, and then
sucking with a hunger that took Jenny by surprise.

Alex never went down on her.  Alex never let his
raw emotions show. Susan knew what she wanted.
Her tongue knew what Jenny wanted.

Jenny moaned.

It felt good.

Oh, so good.

Jenny's body responded.  She started to flow.  
It embarrassed her.  When she got excited, 
really sexually excited, she flowed.  It was 
more then just moist, Jenny got soaking wet.

It both excited and embarrassed her. And the 
more she thought about it, the wetter she got.

Susan had turned on Jenny like a water faucet, 
and she sucked up the fluids making obscene 
gulping sounds.  Like an erupting Volcano, 
Jenny felt herself over-flowing, helpless
against the natural forces of her body.  
Hot streams of lava dripped down the inside 
of her thighs. Susan could not keep up.
Jenny was pouring out onto the floor.  The 
towel had slipped out from under her bottom. 
There was nothing to soak up the flood.  A 
slick, wet pool would form on the kitchen 
floor like rainwater. Only Jenny would know 
it was something else.

In ecstasy, Jenny shook her head from side to
side, her hands pushing down on Susan's head,
urging her to keep licking. Jenny heard the
roar of blood rushing in her ears. It was
like the rushing sound of the ocean tide being
sucked out, to build a wave.

In a moment, the wave would peak, the flow
would reverse, and she would be swept away.

It was distant.

The sound was so distant, Jenny thought it 
was inside her head.  A whispered cry from 
her imagination trying to humiliate her.  
But when Susan's tongue froze, Jenny's 
sense of reality gradually rose to the 
surface.

There it was again. A voice from the living
room.

"Hi, I'm home. Is anyone here?" shouted 
Alex, slamming the front door and heading 
straight to the kitchen.
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