Message-ID: <36978asstr$1024737005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <eyeofserpent@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020528175942.21810.qmail@web14801.mail.yahoo.com> From: Eye <eyeofserpent@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 28 May 2002 10:59:42 -0700 (PDT) X-Original-Subject: (rom fest) Summer Comfort Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Summer Comfort (Flash) Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 05:10:05 -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/Year2002/36978> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman summer solstice festival rom flash story *Author's note: all my stories are copyright, no permission to repost without direct correspondence with me. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is really silly. FF, ROM, festival.* Summer Comfort EyeofSerpent She sat alone. Her table was on the patio where she could see the cars as they pulled into the restaurant parking lot. She waited for her and wondered what to expect. Madness perhaps. Except that being alone was madness, too. If Amerie's sanity slipped from the norm at one or the other extreme, then she would pick the lunacy that made summer a warm comfort. Else Paris was a hot and lonely cage. The waiter returned to refresh her drink, his voice and manner so kind, she asked him the time. His answer left a chill in her fingers but she smiled until he left again. Late by half an hour, Veri wasn't coming. *Perhaps she heard my trepidation. My own nervousness ruining the chance. Or did I sound too sure?* Amerie rubbed her fingertips, trying to warm them, along her stockinged knee. Readying to pay the fare and go home, she tugged her purse closer. A gendarme sedan rolled into the parking lot. A tall officer stepped out and quickly opened the rear door, touching his visor. And the lanky dark legs emerged, Veri stood, smiling behind wrap-around sunglasses. Amerie held her breath, but her heart pounded out a welcome. Her fingertips tingled. She memorized Veri as she chatted a moment with the gendarme: dusky skin, large blade of a nose, teeth so white in the lightning of her smile. Then Veri was giving him a squeeze on the arm and striding to the stairs, disappearing for a second, coming through the blooming planters at the patio entrance. Summer sun glinted from her sunglasses as she pulled them off, quickening her steps. Those large eyes locked with Amerie's, the smile widened to full power. Amerie found everything she had planned to say was gone. Then Veri's shadow eclipsed her face, a hand balanced on the table as she leaned in close, smelling of laundered cotton and something like candy-roasted cashews. "I got a flat. Can you believe it?" Veri leaned closer; so near it seemed her nose might caress Amerie's blonde eyebrow. She slowed. "I was so worried I wouldn't get here that I flagged down the gendarme. You're glowing with summer sun. Ask me to sit, before I kiss you." "Would you?" "Sit?" "Kiss me? In front of everyone?" Veri breathed upon Amerie's eyelashes. "Oh, yes. In front of, behind, underneath..." Amerie swallowed, searching for words. Poised in the shadow of her friend, Amerie luxuriated, immune to cold. Summer heat spiraled around her legs, arms and fingers. All of summer flowed to her now, as if Veri magnified and shared it. Heat passed from creation, to Veri, to her. And her personal lens of summer leaned the final inch to Amerie. "Very well, ma ch re, I warned you, did I not?" The kiss landed at the bridge of her nose, just a whisper of sound. The second touch of those wide lips shivered them both. Amerie whispered, looking into Veri's eyes. "Check please." END __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! - Official partner of 2002 FIFA World Cup http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+