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Subject: {ASSM} NEW - The Girls Of Roswell - Liz and Merie By HaRkOnIn
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NEW - The Girls Of Roswell - Liz & Merie By HaRkOnIn

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NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:   This series is based on the female characters in
                        the TV show Roswell, which only lasted 3 seasons.
                        It is not my intention to belittle any of the
                        characters in the show by writing this series, it
                        is simply a fantasy that I have always had about
                        the female characters of the show getting sexually
                        active with eachother.  If you feel in any way
                        offended by this, then I suggest you not read it.

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TITLE:     The Girls Of Roswell - Liz & Merie (F/F, Lezbians)
AUTHOR:    HaRkOnIn (harkonin2001@hotmail.com)
FILENAME:  roswell1.txt
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     It's a typical day at the Crash Down in Roswell New Mexico.  The place is
packed with customers, waitresses are going crazy trying to get everybody taken
care of.  Michael, the chef in the back working the grill was slapping burgers
on the grill and whistling.  Mr. Parker, the owner of the place, was bringing in
a big carboard box filled with kaetchup packets from the back.  He suddenly
tripped over a mop bucket and fell flat on his face.

Michael:  (Turning) Are you alright Mr. Parker?

Mr. Parker:  Damn it!  How many times have I told you to put the mop bucket
             away when you're done with it?  That's the fourth time I've
             tripped over it today!

Michael:  Sorry Mr. Parker, I've gotten kinda busy on the grill tonight.  It
          won't happen again.

     Mr. Parker got up and dusted himself off and took the mop bucket and shoved
it towards Michael and gave him a dirty look.  Michael wanted to tell him where he
could shove it, but he wasn't in the mood to deal with Mr. Parker's crap tonight.
He just wanted to fnish his shift, and go out on his date that he had planned with
a new girl he met in school.  When Mr. Parker turned his back to him and walked out
toward the front, Michael stuck up his middle finger and grinned as he took the mop
bucket to the back and shoved it into the storage room and slammed the door.  Then
he went back to the grill and continued.

Merie:  (Walking in with some dishes) Michael, when are you going to get started on
        these dishes?  We're swamped out there, and we're running out of clean ones.

Michael:  (With an attitude) Merie!  Give me a break!  You think it's a mess out
          there?  Look around!  It's 10 times worse in here!  Get somebody else
          to do it!  I'm busy!

Merie:  (Getting pissed off) Fine!  I'll do them!

Liz:  (Coming up to the counter) No Merie!  I need you out here with me!  The tables
      need to be cleaned, and we just got another 5 customers.  Michael, I'll get my
      dad to work the grill, could you just please go take care of the dishes?

     Michael was mad.  He didn't need this crap.  But he needed this job to get some
extra cash so he could go out on dates, which was something he wasn't really very
good at.  And he knew that if he flew off the handle at the owner's daughter, he
would never hear the end of it, both from her, and from her father.  So he swallowed
his pride and threw the spachula on the floor and blasted through the back door
slamming it behind him.

Liz:  What's with him?

Merie:  I don't know.  Bad day probably.

     Liz and Merie both gave dirty looks toward the back door as they heard dishes
and pans being thrown around.  Just then, Liz's dad walked up behind them.

Mr. Parker:  What's going on back there?

     Mr. Parker began walking toward the door, but Liz grabbed his arm.

Liz:  Uh dad, it's okay, Michael is just looking for the uh...  Soap to wash the
      dishes.

Mr. Parker:  (Curious) Well everyone knows it's always kept in the store room.
             I better go see if he needs any help.

Liz:  (Grabbing his arm again)  Dad!  We need someone to work the grill.  We're
      swamped out there, and Michael had to stop cooking to do the dishes.  Could
      you handle it?

Mr. Parker:  (Smiling) Ofcourse.  Boy we may have to hire a second cook if things
             continue to get this busy around here.

Later On After Closing
======================

     It's around midnight, and the last customer just walked out the door, and Liz
locked it behind him.  Then she turned to her dad and Merie, who were both leaning
over the counter exhausted.

Liz:  My god!  I don't think I can handle another night like this.

Mr. Parker:  I know.  It looks like I'm going to have to hire some more help.

Merie:  (Squinting in pain) Oh Mr. Parker, please do.  My feet are killing me.

     Merie limped over to the nearest table and took off her shoes & socks and
rested both feet up on a chair and leaned her head back.

Mr. Parker:  Well, I'm gonna turn in.  Your mother doesn't like to be kept waiting.
             Merie, you're spending the night tonight right?

Merie:  I guess so.  I mean, I didn't really ask.

Mr. Parker:  It's okay, Liz asked me during her break.  I'm going to bed, you two
             girls have fun.  And don't stay up too late, you got school tomorrow.

Liz:  (Smiling) Thanks dad.

Merie:  (Watching Liz's dad leave) Oh Liz, I need to use your phone.  I gotta
        tell my mom that I guess I'm spending the night here.

Liz:  (Handing her the cordless phone)  What's wrong Merie?  Don't you want to
      spend the night with me?

Merie:  (Dialing the number) Oh ofcourse I do.  I just didn't expect your dad to
        suddenly out of the blue say that I could without me even asking him.

Liz:  (Smiling) That's how my dad works, get use to it.

Merie:  (On the phone) Hi mom, it's me.

Mom:  Oh hi sweetheart, did you have a good day at work?

Merie:  (Sighing) Don't ask.  It's been a day of hell.  Anyway, that's not why
        I called.  Look, Liz asked her dad if I could spend the night here, and
        he said "Okay".  So I was wondering.....

Mom:  (Interrupting her)  Ofcourse sweety, have a good time.

Merie:  Really?

Mom:  Yeah!

Merie:  Thanks mom.  But this means I won't be home until tomorrow afternoon.
        Since I'm spending the night here, and my shift starts bright and early
        in the morning, I'm gonna help Liz open up.

Mom:  Alright.  Have a good time sweety, I love you.

Merie:  (Smiling) I love you too mom.  Bye.

     Merie hung up the phone and put it on the table.  She then bent over and
began to rub her feet in pain.  Liz felt sorry for her.  Liz always had the easy
job at the Crash Down.  Waiting on tables.  Merie was always left to clean the
tables off and deal with people's crap on a daily basis.  She decided to do
something nice.  She left the counter, and walked slowly over to Merie, who was
still rubbing her feet in pain.  Liz bent down, and picked up Merie's foot and
sat down in the chair that it was resting on, and put Merie's foot in her lap and
began to caress it with both hands.  As she did this, she looked up at Merie and
smiled.

Liz:  Better?

Merie:  (Throwing her head back) Oh my god.  Oh Liz, that feels so good.  Don't
        stop.

     Liz wasn't quite sure how to take that.  She couldn't quite figure out if
Merie was talking about her feet....  Or something else....  but all Liz knew,
was that she was getting a little turned on by Merie's reactions to what she
was doing to her.  Liz decided to take things a little further.  Since Merie
appeared to be enjoying it anyway, Liz reached down and took her other foot
and placed it in her lap, and began massaging both her feet at the same time.
Merie was in absolute heaven at this point.  She started moaning softly.  Not
sexually really, just that her feet were in so much pain from all the running
around she did, and what Liz was doing, was making them feel better, and she
couldn't help but to just let out soft moans, but this was definitely giving
Liz the wrong signals.  Or was it?

     Merie and Liz had known eachother every since the 3rd grade, and when they
were little girls, they would occasionally engage in a little sexual activity
here and there.  Not because they liked it, but because they were growing up
together, and were curious about their bodies, and we just exploring.  But
Merie never knew that Liz loved every minute of it when they were doing the
things they did.  It may have been an experiment for Merie, but it was a way
of life for Liz.  It became her whole world, until it was suddenly ripped away
when the two of them were separated for so many years because Merie's mother
got a job out of state, and had to go with her.  Merie was only 12 when this
happened.  And now, 6 years later, her she was, thinking she was just getting
her feet rubbed by a friend, but in reality, she was becoming a conduit for
sexual activity.  Or so it would seem.

     Her thoughts were interrupted abruptly when she felt something different
on her feet.  Merie lifted her head and looked down at her feet and was suddenly
thrown into utter shock when she realized what was going on.  Liz had unbuttoned
her Crash Down uniform shirt, removed it, and was now sitting across from Merie in
her bra and uniform skirt, her head back, and was now pressing Merie's feet
upon her breasts.  And she appeared to really be enjoying it.

Merie:  Liz, what are you doing?

Liz:  (Raising her head) I'm sorry.

     Liz pulled Merie's feet away from her breasts and got up, but Merie
interrupted her.

Merie:  Hold it!  I just asked what you were doing, I didn't say I didn't like it.

     Liz smiled and sat back down and put Merie's feet back on here breasts and
continued to massage them and rub them on her breasts.

Merie:  (Throwing her head back) Hhhhh oh god Liz, that feels so wonderful.

Liz:  (Staring at her) Do you remember this?  We use to do this when we were young.

Merie:  Hhhhh yes..  To tell you the truth, I don't know why we ever stopped.

Liz:  Well that's easy.  You had to go with your mom when she got that new job.

Merie:  Yeah, but I came back last year, and we never picked up where we left
        off.  I sorta gave up when I came to the conclusion that what we did when
        we were kids, was something special that was better left in the past, and
        could never happen again.  I just didn't expect this, that's all.

Liz:  Funny, I came to the same conclusion when I saw you starting to hang out
      with guys, and completely ignoring me sometimes.

Merie:  (Looking into her eyes)  I'm sorry Liz, I hope I didn't hurt you.  I
        just didn't think you wanted to do this anymore, so I started persuing
        other things.  Wasn't easy let me tell you.  Mmmmmmmmmm.

     Merie sprang up from her chair and immediately went to Liz and bent down
and caressed her face and they pressed their lips together in a long passionate
kiss.  As they kissed, Liz reached forward and began unbuttoning Merie's Crash
Down uniform shirt.  When she got to the last button, Merie stretched her armos
out, and Liz pulled it off of her.  They stopped kissing for a monent as Liz
pulled back to see what Merie was wearing underneath her uniform shirt.  And
was surprised to see nothing.  Bare skin.  Full large breasts, uncovered.  No
bra.  Liz smiled and reached behind her own back, unhooked her bra, and let
it slide between them to the floor at her feet.

     Liz then stood up, and both girls, placed both their hands on eachother's
breasts, still in a lip lock state, and began squeezing eachother's tits, both
moaning softly as they did it.

     At this moment, Liz realized she was a little taller than Merie, so she
kicked off her shoes, which brought her to Merie's level.  After she did this,
Merie slid her arms down Liz's back and stuck her thumbs into the waste line
of Liz's skirt and pulled the elastic outwards, making it easier to pull down.
Liz did the same to her, and both girls' skirts fell to the floor, and in
unison, they both stepped out of them, all while still continuing to kiss
eachother wildly and passionately.

     They both then reached into eachother's panty line, and pulled their panties
down and let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them.  The two girls were
now both bare naked, bodies squished together, still continuing to kiss very
wildly and very passionately.  As they did this, both girls slowly kneeled to
the floor.  Merie on her back, Liz on top of her.  When they finally broke from
the kiss, Liz rolled off of her, and laied on her side, propping her head up on
her left arm, staring into Merie's beautiful eyes, while sliding her hand slowly
down Merie's stomach, resting it between her legs.

     Suddenly a jolt of electricity shot through Merie's whole body, and she
began to shake at the feeling of Liz's touch.  It was almost magic.  Liz
pulled away, but when she saw Merie looking deeply, and lovingly into her
eyes, she put her hand back between her legs, this time, she began to play
with Merie's clit between her thumb and forefinger.  This caused Liz to
spread her legs as far as they would go, prop upper body up on her elbows
behind her, throw her head back, and almost litterally scream in ecstacy.

     This really started to get Liz hot, and made her want to do more.  So
without hesitation, Liz stopped playing with Merie's clit, she then put
all of her fingers together, and began slowly pushing her hand inside
Merie's pussy.

Merie:  Oh!!!  Oh my god!!!!  Oh do that!!  Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!  Hhhhhhhh don't
        stop baby, pleeeaseee...  Don't stop.....

Liz:  (Smiling) I won't.

     Merie looked deep into Liz's eyes as Liz continued to push her hand
further inside of her.  Liz looked down between Merie's legs and noticed
that Merie was bleeding.  She started to slowly take her hand out and
was about to panic, but Merie grabbed her hand and shoved it back inside
of her as hard as she could, not appearing to even care that Liz had broken
her hymen with her hand.  She didn't care one bit, because it felt so good.

     Merie couldn't take it anymore.  She suddenly felt unstoppable surges
of electricity shooting through her body, and her whole body began to shake.
Until finally...  She let loose, squirting all of her juices into Liz's
hand, and into a puddle on the floor.  Liz looked down between her legs at
the mess of Merie's blood and cum mixed and decided to do something totally
erotic.

     Liz reached up onto the nearest table and found a clean napkin wrapped
around some silverwear.  It made a clanging sound as she ripped the napkin
from the silverwear, and placed it on the puddle of Merie's juices and blood.
The mess was now completely soaked into the napkin.  Merie thought Liz was
going to simply get up and throw it in the trash.  But instead, her jaw
dropped to the floor when she saw Liz take the napkin, scrunch it into a
ball, and shove it as deep as she could, into her own pussy, like a tampon.

Liz:  (Looking up) What?

Merie:  Hhhh, nothing, I just....  Thought you were going to throw it away.

Liz:  Throw it away?  Are you joking?  I want every drop of you inside
      of me.

     The two girls kissed eachother, cleaned up, got dressed, and went
upstairs to the Parker's apartment connected to the back of the Crash Down,
and slept together in the same bed, both holding eachother tightly all
through the night.

                                  -=The End=-

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