Fic Challenge #5: Sally...Sally...Pride of our alley...

[kpmuse]

mmm. mmmm. mmmm.
*sucking on popsicle right now*
oh yeah. so nice. mmm.mmm. mmmm

[Halcyon]

That's ..uh...really sweet ruth, Popsicles..hehe.

And hey, Laidback Len

[tommo]

Okay, I write one...one little thing and that's what people pick up on? Sheesh...you lot need help.

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"She looked across at Willow, whose face was filled with light. She had never felt so calm and happy, and strong..." ~ Unseen: Door To Alternity

[xita]

Ruth cause you can't help but write a sexy story and why not our girls are sexy together, but it isnt' smut. It's just slow sensual, like a hot summer day. And sweet and romantic too. I loved this.

[CaptMurdock]

Hey, Ruth, I'm just glad you wrote something (and very enjoyable it was too). I was afraid I'd killed this thread.

Never mind the popsicle...I'd want to see Tara in that outfit. Grrrrr.

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"Who am I? I am Commander Susan Ivanova. Daughter of Andre and Sophie Ivanov. I am the right hand of vengeance, and the iron boot that is going to kick your sorry asses all the way back to Earth. I am the last living thing you are ever going to see. God sent me." -- Babylon 5, "Between the Darkness and the Light."

[tommo]

quote:

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Originally posted by xita:
Ruth cause you can't help but write a sexy story and why not our girls are sexy together, but it isnt' smut. It's just slow sensual, like a hot summer day. And sweet and romantic too. I loved this.

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Oh thanks xita. I was starting to worry about myself; you know, what with smut being all I can do these days. So limited. Sigh.

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"She looked across at Willow, whose face was filled with light. She had never felt so calm and happy, and strong..." ~ Unseen: Door To Alternityquote:

[Shadowcat]

I hope this isn't TOO silly... I've been in a very silly mood lately. So, my appologies.

Author: Shadowcat
Email: onieric22@yahoo.com
Rating: G

Those Wacky Lesbans

"How hot is it again?"

Tara looked over at her thermometer, and sighed. She leaned back against the bed and closed her eyes. Willow nudged her head with a bare foot, waiting for a response.

"Ninety nine degrees and climbing," muttered the blonde. She slid further down until she lay flat on the floor, mimicking Willow's prone position on the bed. The blue shorts and green t-shirt she wore felt like entirely too much clothing.

"I'm hot. And sweaty. Even not moving makes me sweat. I've already taken two showers, and it's only noon," Willow complained. The redhead was lying spread eagle on the bed, clad in very short jean shorts and a red tank top. A meager desk fan blew over her body, stirring a few stray locks of hair.

"I know, honey. I'm hot, too. There isn't much we can do about it. Everyone's air conditioner seems to be broken. This heat wave just won't quit." Tara slid an arm under the bed and wondered if it really was cooler in the small dark space.

"This is the hottest summer ever," moaned Willow. She flopped over, pressing her face into a pillow. Even the sheets seemed hot.

A knock came from the door and the red head moaned into the pillow. Tara sighed and pulled herself to her feet. The flushed witch opened the door and blinked as something flew past her.

"April, no flinging panties until after the sun goes down! It's too hot for that much excitement! Oh, hey, Tara. I bring you gifts. Well, a gift," said the dark haired girl in the hall. She handed the witch an orange flyer, and moved onto the next door.

Tara mumbled her thanks and closed the door. She walked over to sit on the bed. Willow muttered something into the pillow and shifted onto cooler portions of the sheets. The blonde lazily read the flyer, paused, and then read it again.

"Willow!"

The inert body moaned.

"Will! Look!" Tara pulled the redhead over onto her back and thrust the flyer into the witch's face.

Green eyes peeked open and scanned the bright paper. They blinked, then read the words again. The immobile girl suddenly sat up and ran for the door.

"I'll be right back!" The redhead flew out the door, heading for her own room.

The last thing Tara heard was a *thwap*, and a disgruntled Willow yelling, "April!"

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"I don't know, Willow. This is kind of...skimpy."

"Come on Tare, you'll look fine. Besides, no one will even be looking at you. They'll all be too busy trying not to drown," Willow said with a grin. She stood outside a bathroom stall, waiting for her girlfriend to emerge. Tara had bought the swimsuit at Willow's urging, but had yet to wear it. Now seemed the perfect time.

Willow leaned against the locker room wall, soaking in the coolness of the tiles. She was clad in a snug red bikini, and had a Snoopy beach towel thrown over her shoulder. The heat hadn't quit, but locker room felt a lot cooler than the dorms. Maybe it was because she was wearing next to nothing. Maybe it was because they were at a newly opened water park. Or maybe that last cold shower had done some good, after all. Whatever the reason, Willow was simply happy not to be sweating.

The blonde sighed, and opened the door. She stepped out, clutching her discarded clothing to her chest. Walking quickly over to her locker, she stuffed the clothing inside and grabbed her towel. Tara wondered why the other girl hadn't said anything yet, and turned around to look at her.

Willow's lungs had stopped working. She simply could not take in air. Eyes wide, her gaze drifted from Tara's slender ankles up her lithe legs to the dark green bikini that hugged her soft curves. Her eyes lingered a moment before sliding up over the witch's tummy and to her womanly bosom. The fabric stretched tightly over the girl's breasts, leaving little to the imagination. A low dip gave a nice view of the swells of her bosom, but left enough covered to be modest. The top hung on thin straps over her shoulders and tied securely in back. Willow looked up into concerned blue eyes and found that she could breathe again.

"Wow... Tara. Just... wow."

The blonde chuckled and gave her lover a sly grin. "That good, huh?"

Willow simply nodded, and took her girlfriend's arm. "Now let's get wet before we melt and they end up feeding us through the sprinklers."

The girls headed out to the water park. They were almost run over by two girls sprinting at top speed across the platform. The girl in the lead held something bunched up in her hand and was followed by a girl wrapped in a towel. The towel clad girl occasionally flashed the crowd when she wasn't holding the towel tight enough, and screamed a very familiar name.

"April!!!!"

Tara held her hand up to her mouth to hide her giggles. Willow turned toward the blonde, and grinned.

"Well there's something you don't see everyday."

[Warduke]

Great fic Pat and Tara and Willow in bikinis...nice mental image there

Does everyone in NYC fling their panties at people?

[rocketdyke]

HA HAAA!!!!! april would steal someone's bikini top.

oh. *thinks about that* um, april, yeah about going to the beach with you guys... hehe. um, no.

edited to add: brian, one sure way to find out is to visit... though incidents of panty flinging have gone done, what with guiliani's cracking down on quality of life violations...

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As far as I can tell, they don't even bother to take their clothes off -- it's just two women sitting around Utopia, being gay.

[This message has been edited by rocketdyke (edited July 27, 2001).]

[xita]

OH april and her naughty friend. Hehe, that was funny.

PANTY!

[tommo]

Oh Pat, hilarious. Oh god. So funny. I love the responses to this challenge. I think I'll definitely post another silly one this week. Heh heh. Love it!

*ducks to avoid flying panty*

SNAP!

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"She looked across at Willow, whose face was filled with light. She had never felt so calm and happy, and strong..." ~ Unseen: Door To Alternity

[This message has been edited by tommo (edited July 27, 2001).]