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                   	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 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.

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 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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