by Sadie Ray Luna
(07/04/07)

The last thing Rat Bastard said as he walked out the door was, "Just go with the flow, Sara. Can't you do that for once?"

Sonofabitch. Still, I fell into a deep funk after he left. Two years down the drain. I couldn't do my art. I ate out of cans. I was pathetic.

The phone rings. It's Tammy. "Sara, it's that time of year..."

"I don't give a crap."

"Girl, if you don't come to my party, I'll get my butchest bitch to drag your ass down here!"

Tammy pulls no punches. I've always had fun at her annual soiree, but I still wanted to sulk. "Maybe," I grumble.

"And stay until midnight."

"What if I'm not having a good time?" I whine.

"Oh, you'll have a good time," she purrs and hangs up.

I show up at Tammy's party wearing my feel-good outfit: T-shirt, jeans and my red, snakeskin ankle boots. It makes me look good without looking like I'm trying. I bravely put on my party face -- but it's instantly erased when old friends ask me the question I've been dreading. "Where's Josh?"

"I don't know -- probably fucking himself."

Face red, I push my way through the crowd. I need some of Tammy's infamous knock-you-on-your-ass punch and I need it NOW. As I grab a tumbler full, I spin around and almost run into the woman standing behind me -- a tall, strapping woman with spiky blonde hair. She grabs my hands -- saving my drink from spilling all over her.

Her hands are warm. Our eyes meet. I feel myself blushing under the gaze of her steel blue eyes.

Her eyes sweep over my body and down to my feet. "Nice boots," she says. She smiles.

"Sorry...I mean, thanks," I mutter and quickly move into the crowd.

Later, I spot her from the other side of the room. She moves with the grace of a feral cat. She's tan, unbelievably buff, with the features of a supermodel. I can't take my eyes off of her. And it bothers me.

Tammy appears at my side. "Having fun yet?"

I try to sound nonchalant as I nod in the mystery woman's direction. "Know her?"

"The Amazon? That's Kris. Soccer coach at the U. Shit...that girl could break me in half."

Tammy gives me a knowing look. I shake my head and look away. For once, I'm not thinking about Josh. I take another swig of punch.

Pretty soon everyone's had some of Tammy's punch and we're all bumping and grinding to pulsing music. I steal a glance at Kris. She's peeling off her sweater. Her sleeveless tee shows off perfectly sculpted arms.

Then I see it. Around her rock hard left bicep. A circle of barbed wire. You don't even like tattoos! Just a few months ago, you convinced Rat Bastard not to get one. Barbed wire. Jesus. I have a sudden desire to run my tongue over that barbed wire, tasting her, feeling her.

What's happening to me? I rush towards the door. I run into Tammy again with a beautiful girl on one arm and a hot boy on the other. She grabs my arm and drags me aside. "You better not be leaving."

I sigh and can't help glancing at Kris, now dancing with a hot-looking chick with big boobs and long, red hair. Dammit. Tammy cracks a wicked grin and drags me in Kris's direction.

"Oh, no. No. No. No!"

"Shut up and smile," Tammy hisses. Before I know it, we're right next to Kris and the Big Boob Girl.

Tammy, brazen slut that she is, dances right in between them. "Excuse me, Kris, I want you to meet one of my dearest friends. Kris, Sara. Sara, Kris."

Tammy disappears into the crowd. I could kill her. Kris smiles at me. I smile back. Big Boob Girl glares and flounces off. Kris shrugs. "Wanna get some air?"

Outside, the cold air feels good. We move past the pack of smokers and down the sidewalk. I'm thankful that it's too dark for her to see me blushing. We walk in silence.

Say something. Anything. "I hear you play soccer." Stupid! Stupid! I almost smack my forehead.

"I used to. Now I'm coaching at the university."

"That's so cool." So cool. What am I -- thirteen?

Kris turns to me. "I hear you're an artist."

How did she know? She must have asked about me. Hot damn. "I'm doing my MFA. Sculpture."

"Cool. Can I...see your art sometime?"

I break into a big grin.

Suddenly, it starts to rain. Buckets. We run back to Tammy's place. Kris is soaked, her shirt clinging to her muscles in all the right places. I'm having a hard time breathing. Out of nowhere, Rat Bastard's parting words come back to haunt me. Just go with the flow, Sara. Damn it all.

I grab Kris's hand and lead her down the hall. "I know where Tammy keeps extra towels." And in a minute, we're in Tammy's bedroom. I can't believe I'm doing this. I grab some towels from the closet and give her one.

Kris looks down at her soaked tee. "Think she'd mind if I borrow one of her shirts?"

"Nah." I look for a tee in the closet. I turn around to find Kris with her shirt and bra off, drying off with a towel. Her body is breathtaking. I'm staring. And I know my face is red.

Kris smiles, "Your turn."

I gather up my nerve, pull my top over my head, and fling it on the floor. I unclasp my bra to reveal my breasts, my nipples hard. Kris takes me in.

It breaks my heart the way she's looking at me. She reaches out and holds my face between her hands. She kisses me. Delicate, like she's tasting something wonderful. I'm shocked at how gentle she is.

I grab her waist and pull her close, kiss her hard, suck on her tongue. Suddenly, she pulls away. "Are you seeing anyone?"

For the first time in months, I'm happy to say, "No."

Another fervent kiss and then she nibbles my neck and down my chest. She tongues one nipple, then the other. My panties get wetter with every lick.

My turn. My lips find Kris's collarbone. I suck all along its length, then down her arm to that dreamy bicep. I suck and lick all along her barbed wire. I feel her breathing hard. I take one erect nipple in my mouth, sucking ever so softly; I go back and forth between that and the other one until I hear her moan. She pushes me back onto Tammy's bed. If Tammy only knew! She'd be so proud.

Wait, the door!

As if reading my mind, Kris jumps up to lock the door, then bounds back onto the bed. She climbs on top of me and grins like a cat that has pounced on her prey. She pulls off my jeans in one swoop. She kisses my pelvis, tugging my panties down slowly and reaching both arms up to massage my nipples. I let out a soft moan. Panties off, she traces my lips, careful not to go where I'm longing for her to be. When I can't stand it anymore I open my legs, showing her my slick swollen cunt, inviting her in.

"I've wanted to do this all night," she whispers. She slides her finger into my cunt, just at the opening, teasing me, driving me crazy. "Your pussy's so beautiful...so wet," she says as she pushes deeper, suddenly vibrating her finger.

She pulls her finger out and with authority pushes my legs wide and lowers her lips to my throbbing cunt. Blood rushes to my head. She circles my clit with her tongue until, just when I feel like I'm about to explode, she slides her finger in again. My clit pulses with every circle of her rough tongue and every thrust of her finger.

"Your pussy's been so good...waiting..." Her tongue presses against my clit, faster and faster. Now two fingers go inside, making delicious wet sounds as they slide deep into me, over and over. I'm about to faint.

One more lick and thrust and my cunt clenches harder than I ever thought possible. I come all over Kris's strong, capable fingers.

I sink back, a smile spreading across my face. I could lie here forever.

Kris lies down next to me with a look of great satisfaction. I notice the clock radio: It's five till midnight.

Rat Bastard was right. Tammy was right.

I pull Kris closer. The night is only beginning.

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