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From the Lost Gatos After Dark group (see .sig)
Enjoy!
-MMM-
Going Down is More than a Figure of Speech
or
What Are Friends Sappho?
by M. Mitchell Marmel
Carrie Hanrahan (c) M. Mitchell Marmel
Kirsten Alexander and Neko (c) Travis Herring
All Rights Reserved
³Rubber dickie
You¹re the one
You make bedtime
Lots of fun
Rubber dickie
I¹m really in love with you
Vo-do-do-dee-o
³Rubber dickie
Joy of joys
Turn the switch on
You make noise
Rubber dickie
You¹re my very best friend, it¹s true
³Oh
Ev¹ry day when I
Make my way to the
Bed-dy
I find a
Little fellow who¹s
Red and rubber and
Ready
For beddy-bed-beddy
³Rubber dickie
You¹re so fine
And I¹m so glad
That you¹re mine
Rubber dickie, I¹m really in love with-
Rubber dickie, I¹m ready to shove with-
Rubber dickie, I¹m really in love with
You!
(snick-snick snicker) ³
Detective Carolyn Hanrahan sighed, shook her pretty red head and
switched off the TV. *Safflower Street,* she mused, *has really changed
since I was a pup, what with Kurt and Bernie coming out of the closet
and all*
The colliefem drew the curtain and looked out at the moon hanging over
the Pacific. *Lovely evening. Nice and romantic. No Simon. Dammit.*
Simon Templeton, the handsome English rat known to friend and foe alike
as the Seraph, had been in Europe for about a week now, attending the
wedding of a friend and, as he so euphemistically put it, "doing a bit
of touring". Carrie grinned wryly to herself. No doubt, that "touring"
would prove profitable to Simon and equally unprofitable to some member
of what Simon liked to call "The Ungodly". No matter, it wasn't the
jurisdiction of the Los Gatos Police Department, and, thus, of no
official concern to her.
Personal concern, well, that was another matter.
Carrie stood, stretched and paced the room a bit and, for the umpteenth
time, started to go over her relationship with Simon.
Officially, the Los Gatos PD had assigned her to "keep an eye" on the
Seraph as part of her regular duties, even going so far as to arrange
her living at the Nature Club.
*Doesn't hurt that I look a little like Patricia Holmes, either,* Carrie
thought semi-sardonically, referring to the Seraph's longtime ladylove
whose wedding to a childhood sweetheart was the primary impetus to
Simon's European sojourn. *Damn jerk just let her go. Just like a
mel.*
Carrie had never asked whether becoming the Seraph's latest lover was
part of the assignment. What the hell, Simon looked good, Carrie was
unattached and they both had natural urges. Why not?
Because it hurt so damn bad when he was away?
*Dammit, girl, you're falling for the lug.*
Probably, yeah. Carrie sighed and pulled off her T-shirt. Her jeans,
bra and panties followed in rapid succession. *I think a nice swim is
in order.*
For a moment, Carrie considered going swimming in the fur; after all,
the Nature Club *was* clothing-optional. *Nah. I'm not that kind of
girl.* But going swimming in a nearly see-through white one-piece is
OK? *I'm still dressed, after all.* With that cheerful bit of
hypocrisy out of the way, Carrie picked out the swimsuit she'd bought at
The Sunglass Hut a week or so back; a small but relatively modest yellow
bikini with red polka-dots. A moment to slip into the suit, then off to
the pool, humming a certain Brian Hyena song as she went down the path...
The pool was deserted and the surrounding patio dark, lit only by a
couple of electric 'tiki torches' and the green glow of the pool itself.
Perfect. Nobody to talk to, nobody to bother her. Carrie walked down
the steps at the shallow end and launched herself at the deep end.
Ahhh. Lovely. Carrie did a few leisurely laps, then swam to the side
and sat on the submerged ledge running around the perimeter of the pool,
her arms open wide as she leaned back and relaxed.
And thought of Simon.
And how he'd caress her...
And how he felt inside her...
Unbidden, her left hand began gently caressing her breasts as her right
hand slipped slowly down her stomach, pausing for an instant then
plunged beneath the elastic of her bikini bottoms, gently reaching,
probing with a tentative finger, gently stroking, one finger in now, oh,
that felt GOOD...
*creeeaaak*
Fuck. The gate to the pool. Goddammit.
With a regretful sigh, Carrie pulled her hand out of her pants. While
the Nature Club was adults-only, she felt that getting caught performing
"The Picard Maneuver" in semi-public would be a tad declasse'...
The figure walked into the dim light of the patio torches. "Hey,
Carrie!"
Carrie grinned. "Kirsten! Whassup?"
"Your nipples, for starters," Kirsten smirked, stepping into the water.
"Kirsten!" Carrie said, shocked. She glanced down and shrugged.
"You're right, though..."
"Ooo! Just right!" Kirsten smiled at the pretty collie fem. "The
water, that is." Before Carrie could retort, Kirsten had slipped below
the surface, doing a leisurely underwater breast stroke toward the far
end of the pool.
Carrie couldn't be sure, but she thought Kirsten was spreading her legs
apart just a tad more than was called for...
Kirsten's head broke the surface for a deep breath of air, and then she
was back underwater, aiming for Carrie and fetching up alongside her.
"You're..." Another glance at Carrie's chest. "Up late."
Carrie grimaced. "Couldn't sleep."
Kirsten nodded. "Me either. You miss Simon, huh?"
"It shows?"
"Only to anyone not legally blind," Kirsten assured her friend. With a
sinuous motion, the whitefurred cat slid out of the pool and onto the
deck. "Wanna drink?"
Carrie sighed. "...Yeah, actually, I think I could use one."
"Okay," Kirsten said, heading for the poolside bar. "Um. They need to
restock. Not much in the fridge besides these," she hefted a six-pack
of clear glass bottles. "H'm. Never heard of this stuff."
"What is it?"
"Grape Juice Plus (tm)".
"What?"
Kirsten shrugged. "That's what the label says," bringing bottles back
for Carrie and herself and slipping back into the water.
"Yeah, but plus what?" Carrie asked, twisting the cap off her bottle.
"Dunno," Kirsten shrugged again, raising her open bottle to clink
against Carrie's. "Cheers."
"Skoal," Carrie replied.
Two healthy swallows.
Two sets of eyes widen.
Silence for a moment.
"Well," Carrie said weakly, "now we know plus what."
"Yeah," Kirsten agreed. "Everclear."
"Smooth, though."
"Yup."
"Cheers."
"Prosit."
A couple more healthy swallows.
"Stuff has a def'nite kick," Carrie said.
"Yah," Kirsten agreed.
Carrie looked at her bottle. "All gone."
Kirsten looked at her bottle. "Mine too."
"Wanna 'nother?" Carrie said.
"Shure. Why not?"
"'Kay," Carrie said, levering herself out of the water and gingerly
depositing the empties into the recycling basket.
Two more bottles opened and finished quickly. With the lubrication,
inhibitions dropped, and soon Kirsten and Carrie were comparing notes on
Simon and things they'd found out about him in bed. "And there's this
spot at the base of his tail..."
The topic then turned to Doreen Deergan, their new neighbor. "...and I
wanna tell ya, Kirsty, I'm not gay, but I swear when I saw her in that
thong I wished ta hell I was..."
Kirsten nodded solemnly. "I hear that. Hey."
"What?"
"Wanna furry-dip?"
"Yeah, but..."
"But what?"
"We'll be sheen."
"Don't wanna give 'em a free show, huh?" Kirsten stood up and waded
unsteadily to the steps at the shallow end. "No problem." She made her
way to a small box on a pole set a few feet back from poolside.
"'Bserve." Opening a door in the box, the catfemme twisted a knob.
There was a click and a quiet buzz as the lights in the pool went out,
leaving it inky dark as the torches dimmed. "They thinka ever'thing
here," Kirsten grinned. "Timer puts it into 'Ol Swimmin Hole' mode for
thirry minnits."
Carrie looked down into the darkened water. "Hey, I can't see me.
Cool."
Kirsten nodded. She stepped back into the pool and waded back to
Carrie. Reaching behind herself, she undid the strings of her bra and
deposited her top on the side of the pool, then moved her hands
downwards and stripped her panties off, floating in the cool water as
she pulled them from around her ankles. "Ooo. That feels good. Your
turn."
'Kay," Carrie said, slipping off her seat on the ledge and going for the
fastener on the back of her bra. With only a momentary hesitation, she
slipped the straps off her shoulders and her breasts were floating free
in the water, nipples hardening even more. "Oh. My." She tossed the
bra to the poolside and reached down to undo the Velcro on her panties'
tailhole. "Oh, yeah." The panties slid down her legs and Carrie gasped
a bit as the water flowed against her. "Wow. First time I've done
this."
"Really?" Kirsten said.
"Yeah," Carrie said, pushing her panties off with one foot, then ducking
under to retrieve them. As she did, she spread her legs, allowing the
water to fully embrace her. Her head broke the surface. "Oh. Wow.
That feels great. Gotta do this more often." She lay on her back and
floated, arms and legs extended. "Oh, yeah. Great idea, Kirsty."
"Gotta 'nother one."
"Yeah? Whuzzat? EEP!" A pair of gentle paws grasped Carrie's
buttocks. "Uh...ohmigawd-ohmigawd-ohmygawd..."
Carrie now knew that:
a) Kirsten, indeed, possessed one helluva tongue, and
b) knew how to use it.
c) In no uncertain terms.
The pretty colliefem moaned quietly (no need to disturb the neighbors,
after all) and shifted her hips upwards a bit, allowing Kirsten's nose
to rise above water level. Kirsten nodded gratefully and, snorting a
bit of water from her nose, redoubled her efforts...
*O gawd, she's actually doing the Sam Kimbason bit. Licking the
alphabet. O gawd...A..B..C is for cunny...D...E...F-fuck, this is
good...G...H...I think I'm in love...J...K...L...Mmmmmmm...N.. O, oh,
oh, yeah...P...Q...R...Sssssss.. T...U...
V-W-X-Y-ZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Carrie arched her back, her
scream bubbling out and muffled by the water, as the biggest, baddest,
BEST orgasm she'd ever experienced burned her body with pure waves of
pleasure from the tips of her outflung fingers down to the tips of her
tightly curled toes...
A few seconds later, a muzzle poked its way above the surface, spat out
a graceful arch of water and spoke limply.
"That. Was. Fucking. Intense."
Kirsten licked her lips (yummy collie!) and slid Carrie's calves off her
shoulders, backing off a bit as Carrie moved upright. "Liked it?"
Carrie nodded her head vigorously. "You def'nit'ly gotta get me drunk
an' take advannage of me more offen. Hic."
The white-furred kittycat curtseyed, her fur forming a floating halo
around her nude form. "My lp-pl-PLEASHURE."
Carrie considered a moment. "Yeah, we gotta do s'mthn' 'bout that.
C'mere, you." She took Kirsten in her arms.
Kirsten giggled and wrapped her legs around Carrie's hips. "Woo-hoo!
Ride 'em, cowgirl."
Carrie looked around the pool. "Lesh shee...Got it!" She moved the
entwined pair over to poolside and sat Kirsten down on the underwater
ledge, giving her a deep kiss. "Whew! Whatcha been eating, lady?"
"You, silly."
"Oh, yeah." Carrie giggled. "I taste funny."
"Naw, you taste good," Kirsten said.
Carrie giggled harder. "Like a collie should." She collapsed into
Kirsten's lap, both giggling uncontrollably. "Oooh! Kitty titties," the
colliefem said, gently taking the items in question into her hands and
stroking them. Kirsten simply sat back and mewed gently with pleasure.
"'Kay," Carrie said, moving off Kirsten's lap and lightly kissing her
shoulders and the tops of her breasts, "time ta return the favor."
"You SURE you're not gay?" Kirsten asked tipsily.
Carrie thought for a moment. "Nope," she said, proceeding to gently
lick first one kitty nipple, then the other.
"'Kay. Just checking. Oh, that's nice."
Carrie grinned and started working her way underwater. Halfway down
Kirsten's ribcage, there was a burst of bubbles and Carrie's head
resurfaced, snickering.
"Wha's funny?" Kirsten asked, grinning.
"Muff diver." Carrie replied, and they both burst out laughing. "'Kay,
let's try this again." This time, Carrie made it down to Kirsten's
bellybutton before resurfacing with a fresh case of the giggles. "I
keep hearing Jacques Coonsteau saying something about approaching the
kitty cave." Kirsten howled with laughter. "Sh. You'll wake the
neighbors. 'Kay, third time's the charm."
This time, Carrie managed to keep the giggles under control long enough
to find her intended target. Kirsten's eyes widened as the colliefem
began eagerly lapping away. *For a straight amateur, the kid'sh got
talent. Oh, yeah, suck the clit, babe, oh, jeeze, oh, oh, yeah, YEAH,
AAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh.* Kirsten's breath hissed out as her body trembled
in the throes of ecstasy. Carrie's tongue drove deeper and deeper,
going after Kirsten's sweet love nectar.
Finally, the colliefem's head broke the surface. "I KNEW freedivin'
trainin' would come in handy someday," Carrie said triumphantly.
Kirsten nodded weakly. "That was, what, a full minute? Some minute."
"Thanks," Carrie grinned. "You taste pretty good, too."
"Like good pussy should," Kirsten snickered, setting off another round
of giggles. Carrie settled down on the ledge next to Kirsten, and the
two cuddled, just enjoying the cool water flowing over their bodies,
until they drifted off into an afterglow snooze...
Click.
Carrie blinked. The pool was glowing green again. "Whups."
"Damn. Half an hour already?" Kirsten said.
"Looks like," Carrie said. She sighed. "Better go shower off the
chlorine."
"Yeah," Kirsten said. "Hey! Wanna come back to my place? We can
surprise Neko."
Carrie grinned. "I'm offduty tomorrow. Why not?"
Shortly thereafter...
(sniff-sniff) "Neko smell wet dog?"
And, yes, she did...
The End
(for now)
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