Message-ID: <36903asstr$1024647005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <femecrivain@netdot.com> From: Souvie <femecrivain@netdot.com> Reply-To: Souvie <femecrivain@netdot.com> X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-Original-Message-ID: <146111982238.20020619180414@netdot.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2002 18:04:14 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] "Summer Heat" (MF, oral, rom) X-Original-Subject: (rom fest) "Summer Heat" (MF, oral, rom) Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 04:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36903> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge "Summer Heat" by Souvie copyright June 2002 Written for the Summer Romance Festival 2002 on assd/m. A "flash fiction" category entry of 497 words. This story is my own original creation. Please do not claim it as your own. Reposting is allowed as long as you give me credit for it. Comments and feedback are always welcome - femNOSPACEecrivain at netdot dot com or you can use the handy form on my website: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Souvie/www This story features characters from a previous story of mine "Summer Rain," but it's not necessary to have read the earlier story to enjoy this one. Special thanks go to John for proofreading this. *smooch* = = = = = "Summer Heat" by Souvie "Margaret Anne Wilder!" "Shhhhh, Hank," she scolded, hurrying from the back. "You'll wake the baby." "The air conditioner is out." "I know; I've already put a call in to the repairman." She reached up, kissing his cheek affectionately. He held her at arm's length, trying to decide if she had ulterior motives for the kiss. "You called the repairman?" "Uh-huh." "You didn't call Madam Twinkey?" "No." "You didn't consult a shaman, burn incense, or try to channel some obscure weather god?" She laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist. "No, none of the above. I decided to let someone else help with the heat this time." He breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and hugged her tight. "I'm sorry I suggested you and the baby come with me. You'd probably have been more comfortable back home." He'd been promoted at work, and his company was paying for him to take two classes at the community college in El Paso. Instead of commuting the four hours to their home on the weekend, he'd packed up his family and moved them to the city for six months. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. "Oh pooh," she scoffed, "Don't start that again. I love it here. I've always secretly wanted to live in a big city, and now it's like I'm trying it on for size. I'm having a wonderful time." "Except for the ninety degree heat and no working airconditioner," he reminded. Her laugh was low and dainty. "Yes, well, except for that." Margaret spun around and lifted her hair off her neck. "Blow." "Huh?" "On the back of my neck. To cool me off." She smiled impishly over her shoulder. "Please." Hank leaned down and blew lightly on the back of her neck. Goosebumps sprung up on her flesh where his cool air touched her damp skin. She shivered and moaned lightly, her chin lowering to her chest. Hank turned her gently to face him and placed a soft kiss on her mouth. With a grin hot enough to make the Devil sigh, he knelt in front of her. Grasping her simple cotton dress, he raised the hem until it was bunched around her waist. Her hands came forward to anchor the material as he buried his face in the juncture of her thighs. For the next few minutes the sounds of his tender ministrations mingled with her low moans and breathy sighs. After the tidal wave of pleasure had receded, she thought to ask, "Didn't you have class today?" He stood up, working the kinks out of his knees. "The air broke, so they let us go early." The irony of the situation hit them at the same time, and they broke into laughter. The doorbell rang, and they broke apart. "It could be the repairman," she said. "So." Maggie punched him lightly in his arm as she headed for the door. "Honey, I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid." 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