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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest] Twassel: Summer Storm (Flash Fiction)
Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2002 10:10:03 -0400
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This story was written for the 2002 ASSM Summer Flash
Rom Festival.

Find more Mat Twassel fiction and photography at:

http://calendar.ateros.com/

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Summer Storm
by Mat Twassel
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Joe was at the computer in the corner studying Tiger 
Woods' girlfriend. On the couch Joe's wife Jo-Jo was 
reading a novel about a boy on a lifeboat with a tiger. 
Their daughter Amy was out with her boyfriend, Brad.  
First day of summer--typical Friday evening on Bluebird 
Lane.  In the distance thunder rumbled.

"Did you hear that?" Jo-Jo said. "Better check the 
upstairs windows. It might storm."

"It's miles away," Joe said.

Then, BOOM, the lights went out.

"Flashlight," Jo-Jo said.

"Kitchen drawer left of the sink," Joe answered.

Rain pelted down.

"You get the windows," Jo-Jo said.

"I can't see."

"Shit." But she was laughing.

Joe made it upstairs. Closed the windows. Lighted the 
candle that Jo-Jo kept on her bedside table, the one she 
used when she wanted to make love.  He cradled it 
downstairs.

"Hey," Jo-Jo said.  "Smart.  These batteries seem awfully 
feeble." She wiggled the dim beam across Joe's face.

Joe peered out the window. Bluebird Lane was dark. "Must 
be a transformer." 

"So what do we do now? Go out for ice cream?"

"I was thinking maybe we shouldn't waste the candle."

"Mm," Jo-Jo hummed.  "What about Amy?"

"She's in good hands with Brad. Hold this."  He gave 
Jo-Jo the candle, then began unbuttoning her blouse.

Jo-Jo stood patiently.  Soon the buttons were undone.  
"I'm curious how you'll manage the sleeves
with me holding the candle."

Ignoring the sleeves, Joe worked on the shorts, the 
panties.  Soon Jo-Jo stood naked--just her unbuttoned 
blouse.

"Come on," Joe said, taking her hand, leading her to the 
couch.  "Here.  Sit on me."

"Kiss me first."

"Okay, but don't let the candle singe my hair."

"What there is of it."

They kissed.  Still kissing, she sat on him.  He went in 
slow and easy. 

"Honey," she sighed.  "You feel so good."

"You, too," he answered.  They fucked slow and easy, 
the candle flame flickering, the rain rattling 
down.

"Remember that time on your parents' couch?" Joe said.  
"Your father coming down?"

"No," Jo-Jo said. "You must be thinking of someone else. 
Some other girlfriend."

Joe paused.  Jo-Jo giggled.  "I can't believe he didn't 
catch us," she said,  giggling again.  "I made you stop 
and think, didn't I?" 

"That's it.  You're really going to get it now. His cock 
bucked. His fingers danced on her clit.

"Honey, you're making me ....  The candle. I'm going to 
... to spill ..."

"Go ahead, spill," Joe whispered. "Spill, my little honey 
cunt. Spill." Jo-Jo came.  Joe followed, hot  gushing 
spurts. The flame flared, finished. 

"Mom? Dad?"  It was Amy, coming in the door.  "What are 
you guys doing? You wouldn't believe how hard it's 
raining.  All the lights are out."

"I know, sweetie," Jo-Jo said.  "These summer storms 
flash up like lightning.  We were just going to go 
swimming when boom. Why don't you check the kitchen for a 
flashlight? The drawer near the sink."

Soon as they heard Amy's footsteps, Joe and Jo-Jo 
scampered upstairs.


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Summer Storm
by Mat Twassel

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