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The HEAT
chapter 8
In order to prevent an armed revolt by the citizenry, the
mayor did the only thing he could. He promised to drop all
charges against the air-conditioner thieves on the
condition they would return all the stolen property. They
hastily agreed, considering that an armed mob waited
outside the building to hear their decision. Since there
would be no trial, all the air-conditioners were returned
immediately to their sweating, cheering owners and the
mayor became a guaranteed shoo-in for the next election.
The chief of police, who was recuperating in the hospital
from a concussion sustained during the previous day's riot,
went on record saying he would live just as long and die
just as happy if he "never heard the word 'air-conditioner'
again."
Though the thieves managed to save their lives by returning
the loot, there was still a slight feeling of resentment
against them in Willyville. Since the police had no reason
to hold them anymore, they were thrown out of the station
and right into the arms of the raving crowd.
Within the hour, the entire gang had been tarred and
feathered. Julie's husband was among them, and Julie
herself took great pleasure in assisting with the tarring
and feathering, but not before getting him to sign the
divorce papers. She watched as the gang was run out of
town on a rail, Elmo Burns assisting with his shotgun and a
generous supply of his "special" shells. A tear trickled
down her cheek and she wiped it away absently. An
unpleasant chapter in her life had just closed, and she
knew better things lay ahead.
The next day, Bob Katt, fresh from a long vacation in the
Yukon, returned once more to the KNUT Newsroom. Since the
studio air-conditioning had been restored, he was appeared
fully dressed, bringing the best news Willyville had heard
in a long, long time. The high-pressure front that had
been stagnating over the whole area for the last five weeks
had finally weakened its hold and a storm front was moving
in, bringing massive thunderclouds, rain, and COOLER
TEMPERATURES!!!!
A massive roar rose over the town as every man, woman, and
child cheered. Bob was later nominated for sainthood by
the local church. He politely declined, saying that one
Church of "Bob" was enough...
---
Harold knew the moment of truth had come. There was no
denying it, and putting it off would only make things
worse. He had talked to Julie, who understood completely.
Diane said, "Go for it!" Michael objected, saying that
Harold was still placing way too much emphasis on his
sexual ability, but acquiesced eventually when he saw just
how determined Harold was.
There comes a time when one has to face one's fears, either
to defeat them or succumb forever. But to avoid the test
is to avoid oneself. On this even Michael had to agree.
Harold swallowed hard, picked up the phone, and started
dialing.
---
The moon poured in through the open window, flooding the
bedroom with an eerie half light. The air was warm, a
pleasant 75 degrees. Perfect temperature for nudity.
Cindi settled back on the pillow with a satisfied sigh of
pleasure not yet faded to memory. Harold still kneeled on
the bed between her knees, his erection pounding almost
painfully against his belly. The moonlight spilled across
her nude, fluid form, and he lovingly eyed her firm, small
breasts, still hard nippled in the aftermath of her orgasm.
His eyes roamed down her smooth, taut belly to the wiry
mass of her pubic hair, where he had but moments ago spent
so much time carefully and artistically bringing her to a
powerful climax. Whatever else you could say about his
performance in the sack, he knew how to give head. It was
one of the skills he was especially proud of. It used to
be all he was proud of.
Harold leaned forward, placing his hands on the bed on
either side of her. He kissed her fully and deeply as he
gently lowered his weight onto her. For a moment they
simply lay there, as he savored the full body contact, the
feel of her naked skin against his own. Then he raised his
hips and she gently guided him into her.
For Harold, at least, no sensation in the world could ever
compare to the warm, slinky feeling of penetration. He
thrust deep, and her hips moved in response. His
excitement towered to new heights, and his balls ached for
release. Take it slow, take it slow. He kissed her again
and ran his hand along her side, from thigh to shoulder,
feeling, touching, loving.
He began to pump in a slow sinuous rhythem, her hips moving
with his. Her legs raised and locked around his waist as
her hands moved along his back. Her breathing became short
and rapid, and Harold knew she was building to another
orgasm. With each thrust, his own pleasure mounted to a
new height until finally he poised, breathless, at the
brink. Too soon, too soon...
And then he remembered. The mantra began to slowly run
through his head, and he felt the pleasure fade as he began
to distance himself from what he was doing. His whole body
seemed to shift into an altered state, one of total
control.
Beneath him, Cindi froze for a moment, perhaps in amazement
that he hadn't come yet, and then she became fluid again,
moving and twisting in synch with his own movements. Her
breathing became rougher and louder, first becoming gasps,
then cries. Harold continued to pump mechanically all the
while. Cindi wrapped her arms around him, her nails
digging into his back. Her hips bucked and humped,
grinding against his pubic bone with every thrust.
Finally, her body tensed as her moans became a breathless
shriek of ultimate pleasure as her orgasm ripped through
her. Gasping, she begged Harold to stop, but he wasn't
listening, and a moment later she felt herself building up
to another orgasm. Once again her body locked and she
squeezed him hard enough to bruise ribs as the pleasure
exploded in her, twice as powerful as before. By now Cindi
was beyond amazement and in nirvana. And then she felt
herself building up to a third...
Forty mind-blowing minutes later, Harold decided to release
the hold he had on his senses and ejaculated, pumping his
seed into her with a rather disappointing spasm that might
technically count as an orgasm. He pulled himself out and
flopped on the bed beside her, exhausted. His back and
stomach muscles ached miserably and his dick felt like it
had been rubbed with sandpaper, especially around the base.
He turned over to Cindi, who was laying on her back with
her legs still apart, eyes glazed, mumbling incoherently.
He began to wonder if he had done her permanent damage.
It was another fifteen minutes before she returned to
reality. She promptly rolled over and clamped onto Harold
for dear life. "Oh, God!" she gasped hoarsely, "That was
unbelievable! How..."
Harold grinned, trying to pry himself loose so he could
breathe. "Oh, I've learned a few things."
"I'll say you have! Jesus, I'll be sore for a week! I've
never *ever* had a ride like that before."
A cool breeze suddenly blew in through the window and they
both fell silent, in respect for nature's sudden
benevolence. Then Harold got up and began to pull on his
clothes. Cindi continued talking, oblivious to everything
but herself, as usual. "You know, I really didn't mean to
be so hard on you before, but what's a girl to do? I mean,
it's the man's job to satisfy her and if he can't do it...
well..."
"Uh huh." Harold said, zipping up his pants. He began to
look about for his shirt.
"Anyway," she continued, "I thought maybe if I gave you a
little incentive, you might find some way to shape up. And
boy, did you ever! All those guys I saw after I left
you... they couldn't hope to match what you did tonight."
"Izzat so?" Harold said, finding his shirt hanging on the
curtain rod. "Lots of different guys, huh?"
"Well... you know." she said coyly. "They really didn't
mean anything to me anyway. They were just random flings,
even the guy you saw me with at the party. I always, well,
cared for you somehow. You have this sort of stumbling,
immature charm that I always found appealing. You just
needed to do some growing up and I'm so glad I finally
decided to make you do it."
"Yep, you sure made me do some growing." Harold said,
pulling on his shoes. "In fact, that was precisely what I
wanted to show you tonight."
"When you called me this morning and said you wanted a
chance to show me how much you improved I was, well, a
little dubious. In fact, I called Frank and Tony and kinda
set up a backup date in case you... frustrated me again."
She closed her eyes and sighed luxuriously. "But you sure
didn't. I've never been so satisfied in my entire life."
"I'm glad to hear it." Harold said. He was fully dressed
now, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "This was just
something I felt I needed to do. But now-"
"I know, I know." she interrupted. "You want us to get
back together again. You are so predictable! Well, until
tonight I really wasn't sure, but maybe we could work
something out. It couldn't be exclusive at first, at least
not for me, but a few more nights like that and you might
just convince me to settle down... Hey, are you all
right?"
Harold seemed to be suffering from a choking fit. Finally
he took his hand from over his mouth and it became obvious
that he wasn't choking at all, but laughing. It was a full
minute before he was able to bring it under control and
talk again. "You... you really are something else, you
know that?" He had another fit of giggles and Cindi
watched him, confused and unbelieving. He continued, "You
really think... after all that... that I'd still
wanna..." and off into another burst of laughter.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded, confused.
"You distinctly said this morning you wanted another
chance! I thought-"
"Well, I'm sorry that was what you thought, because it
wasn't what I said. I wanted to prove something, both to
you and to myself." Suddenly he was sober and serious
again. "And I did. That was all I really wanted to do.
You might as well make a date with Frank and Tony for
tomorrow night, because as far as I'm concerned, we have no
reason to see each other ever again."
Cindi stared at him, aghast. "What the hell are you
talking about? You're in love with me, you fool! Don't
you think I couldn't tell?"
"Old news, my dear." Harold got up and went to the door.
"Tell you what: If you ever learn to think about anyone but
yourself, give me a call. Maybe we can work something
out..." and with another burst of laughter, he was gone.
Cindi got up and ran to the window without dressing. Not
caring if anybody saw her, she leaned out and yelled,
"Bullshit! You still love me and you know it! Admit it!"
Her only reply was the sound of a car pulling away and
slightly demented giggles drifting on the wind, mixing with
the distant rumble of thunder.
---
At 11:04 PM, the first lightning strikes were sighted over
the forest north of town. After five weeks without rain,
the woods were dry as a tinderbox, and the forest service
immediately summoned all the regular and volunteer
firefighters they could muster out there. The temperature
dropped below 75 degrees for the first time in thirty-six
days.
Thirty minutes later, black, murderous storm clouds drifted
over the Willyville area, filling the sky with a
spectacular lightning display. Thunder shook the town to
its foundations as virtually everybody in town came outside
to watch from their porches or doorways.
By midnight the temperature dropped to 65 degrees. Harold
and Julie watched from the front porch of the boarding
house as a single drop of water spattered in the dust at
their feet.
Approximately one minute later the skies opened up with all
their fury. Quarter sized raindrops hailed down in a
torrent, quickly drenching everything in sight. The Forest
Service needn't have worried. It was as if the sky gods
were trying to make up for so many days of drought by
drowning the poor, hapless town beneath them. People
whooped and hollered in the streets, mindless of the
soaking they were receiving. The hospitals would admit 14
pnuemonia cases before the weekend. But right now, even
the (off-duty) doctors and nurses were joining in the
celebration.
The people partied hard and long into the night, as
temperatures quickly plummeted. They bottomed out at 50
degrees around 2:30 AM. This news was greeted by hoarse
and ragged cheering. People were catching colds already.
On the boarding house porch, Julie shivered, delighting in
the chill. An arm circled around her shoulders and she
looked up into Harold's eyes. Without a word, she led him
into the house, past Michael, who looked on with bland
approval. Michael himself had a beer in one hand and his
other arm was around Diane's shoulders. Pretty soon, they
would be going inside as well, for a more private party.
It was indeed a time for celebration.
The heat was finally over.
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