From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Submission (FF, lesbian)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 21:58:54 GMT

			      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 poured 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, cross legged. She noticed that
Trishia's 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'?"

	"A lot"

	"A lot 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 guy's 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 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 someone's finger, except sweet and hot. I
started to suck.

	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 Trishia's 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 Trishia's dress,
caressing the flesh pushed tight against the nylon panties. She looked
up and saw Trishia's eyes closed in pleasure. She put one finger
underneath the waist band and pulled the panties down to Trishia's
thighs. Trishia smiled and moved both of her hands to Carries head.

	One of Carries fingers traced the bottom of Trishia's buttock.

	With the other she lifted Trishia's 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 Trishia's 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
Trishia's pleasant weight. Carrie pushed her crotch willingly into
Trishia's expert fingers, feeling the rush of orgasm fill her hips.
She move in the same rhythm as Trishia, as her hands explored her
body. She gently stroked the clitoris at one moment, move to slide a
finger in between 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 Trishia's 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 Trishia's
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
Trishia's 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 Trishia's 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 Trishia's smooth belly.
Trishia began to hump the air in her arousal. Carrie grabbed one of
Trishia's hands from her own pussy, and put it on her own. Then, she
began to tease Trishia's pussy with the bottle. She ran it across the
lips, around the pussy and against her ass. Finally, she put her hand
against Trishia's 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 Trishia's 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 Trishia's 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
Trishia's 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
Trishia's 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 Trishia's pussy. She moved her head down to taste Trishia's
juices. She licked all around the vagina, tasting the lubricants
there. Trishia's 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 Trishia's 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... "