Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 18:20:38 -0300
From: ottootto@fastmail.fm
Subject: The Parkers 52

Chapter 52 - Blame it on their youth

The reason why Linda Parker and Carla Ferrara were not part of the orgy
that was going on in Linda's house was simple: they were out.

They were on a date, really.

They went to see Jack Nicholson's latest film. During the projection, they
held hands, and Linda even rested her head on Carla's shoulder.

After the film, they decided to eat something before going back to Linda's
house. I guess both of them wondered if the kitchen would be clean.

And after eating, hell, they were at the mall. They just walked around,
holding hands, window-shopping.

Then they met Jane and Dinah. They were Linda's friends, from college!

Linda wasn't thinking. She liked the mall, her friends liked the mall, the
chance for them to meet was considerable. But she didn't think about it.

They met, and Linda and Carla were holding hands. Jane was the first one to
see Linda, and said:

"Hey, Linda!"

Linda instinctively released Carla's hand.

As Jane and Dinah approached them, Carla was upset. It wasn't that she
didn't understand Linda's reluctance in being seen holding hands with
another girl, but... There was something very rude about this. Linda had
opened her hand in a way that... it almost seemed she wanted Carla to go
away!

And then Linda started to talk with her friends, and there was just
something wrong. Linda wasn't acting as herself.

And Carla wasn't thinking on any possible "new Linda", who had come up
after she had first taste of pussy. Carla knew Linda for a long time, she
was Julie's friend, they had always chatted, talked, laughed
together... And Linda had never behaved like an idiot.

And now... she was acting like an idiot! Talking too loud, laughing too
much... She wasn't natural.

She wasn't being herself.

And she didn't introduce Carla!

Not that those dumb friends had asked for an introduction, but so what? It
was Linda's obligation! I mean, no need to say: "This is Carla Ferrara, the
woman I sleep with," but... Simply: "This is Carla" would be fine. Just to
include Carla in the conversation. Right?

People walked by them. Guys stared at them, at Linda and Carla, not at
those dumb friends. And they were staring at them because they were
beautiful.

A couple of minutes passed by. Linda was talking about the Jack Nicholson
movie. Diane Keaton was also in it.

And Carla just thought:

"What the fuck?"

Ever since yesterday, everything had been perfect. And now it
was... hell. Carla had silly thoughts, like she and Linda had really
connected, like they truly had something going on, but this... Fuck her!

She said to the air:

"Bye."

That was enough to wake Linda!

The truth was that Carla was being a little unfair to Linda. When Linda
quickly released Carla's hand, it was pure reflex. And she didn't introduce
Carla for her friends simply because she didn't know how to. "Friend"? No
fucking way! Carla was much more than that. But could she call Carla her
"girlfriend"? Wouldn't Carla freak out? This was all new to her, and she
didn't know how to act.

But, once Carla threatened to leave, Linda... Oh, she wouldn't allow her to
leave!

"What the..."

"Time to go."

"No! Are you going to leave me here?"

"You have your friends. I'm gonna meet MY friends!"

You know, she was just jealous. This was very childish.

Linda grabbed Carla's arm.

"What are you talking about? You're going home with me!"

"I don't... think so."

And Jane asked:

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Carla freed her arm:

"Fine, fine, it's all great! No problem at all!"

Linda, to Carla:

"I was just saying 'hi' to them! Now I can't talk to my friends?"

"You can talk to whoever the fuck you want!"

"Oh, come on, Carla, don't give me that!"

"Hey, it's none of my business how you choose to live your life!"

Linda shouted:

"Of course it's your business!"

Dinah, a little embarrassed, said:

"Girls... Calm down!"

But Carla had her grandmother's Italian blood, and you know how it is: It
boils fast!

"I'm leaving!"

"What's that? Our first fight?"

"No, this is not a fight, missy! This is... nothing!"

"Hey, sorry if I offended you, it wasn't my intention, I just..."

"You didn't offend me! Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think
you're such a big shot you can offend me? Hah! Look at me, girl! I can't be
offended by girls like you!"

"Look, Carla, you came with me, you're going to leave with me!"

"Oh, so now you're my boss?!"

"No, I'm your girlfriend?"

"Oh, so now you're my girlfriend?!"

"Hell, yeah!"

People were staring at them, but not because they were beautiful. Not even
because they were girlfriends. They were simply staring at them because
they were shouting.

"So why didn't you introduce me to your lame friends?"

The, uh, "lame" friends were still trying to understand it. They
were... girlfriends? Girlfriend-girlfriends?

"Because I'm an idiot, okay?"

"Hey, at last we agree on something!"

"I did something stupid, I was dumb! Sorry!"

"You don't seem sorry!"

"WELL, I AM SORRY!"

Dinah, again:

"Girls..."

Carla, talking only to Linda:

"There's no need for you to be sorry! It's not your fucking problem! I was
the one who had these crazy ideas! You were just being Linda Parker, I
thought you were different, but hey, I was wrong..."

"I am different!"

"I saw things that didn't exist..."

"They DO exist!"

"No, no, you're just Linda Parker, the slut!"

"Don't call me a slut!"

"Well, that's what you are!"

"Is that what you think?"

And Jane just:

"Uh, we're leaving... Bye."

No one stopped them.

Carla, answering Linda's question:

"Well, duh!"

"And what about you, bitch?"

"Hey, at least I care about people!"

"I care about you! I'm not going to let you go away."

"Why not? You can find someone else to fuck you!"

"Yeah, but I can't find someone else to be with me!"

"Well, try!"

"I don't want to try!"

Carla stopped. She couldn't think on anything else to say. So she muttered:

"Don't you?"

"No."

Linda kissed Carla.

And Carla returned the kiss.

Twenty minutes later, they were in Linda's bedroom. They didn't even look
at the people fucking downstairs, they just went quickly to her bedroom.

Went and closed the door and kissed and their hands ran over their bodies,
and they started to undress each other...

And they kissed and licked and touched every inch of skin. They kissed and
licked and sucked and bit and touched each other's faces and necks and
shoulders and arms and breasts and torsos, butts and thighs and knees and
calves and feet.

They moved fast. They just threw themselves on Linda's bed, and
kissed. They started to rub their pussies against their thighs. Those
pussies were so wet.

They were so hot.

They kissed, running their fingers on each other's black hair. They looked
at each other!

This was crazy, this was nonsense! They had started this less than 24 hours
before!

They were crazy.

Their big tits were pressed together.

They kissed. Their pussies got wetter by the second. Their nipples were
hard.

Linda turned over, and started to lick Carla's pussy! Carla did the same
for Linda.

There was nothing delicate about this. They sucked each other hard. They
were really trying to get this out of their system.

They were going to make each other cum.

And yet... For both of them... This was as romantic as it could be. No
candles, no soft jazz playing, just two women attacking furiously each
other's pussies.

They were in love.

They licked each other's clits. They drooled at each other's pussies, and
they both loved to feel each other's saliva down there.

They used their fingers. In their cunts, in their assholes, they didn't
even care how many fingers, they just kept pushing them.

And the pleasure they got in their pussies! It was so fucking intense! It
couldn't last long! But they didn't care!

Fingers opening their assholes, their pussies, and those hot tongues doing
wonders on their clits. Going fast, but it felt so good, so fucking good...

Drinking each other's juices. Their hair became a mess, they were sweating,
and their minds were useless then.

Their toes were opening.

This was too fucking good.

This was the best.

This session had to end, but... This relationship couldn't end. They had to
have more sessions like that.

Sex.

Fantastic sex.

Intense sex.

Messy sex.

And yet... It wasn't just sex.

They ate each other good. Without a moment of peace.

Until... Until their legs got tense, their eyes closed, their toes opened
and they came. So fucking hard.

They looked at each others, catching their breasts. And Linda jumped on
Carla, and kissed her madly.

She loved Carla.

And she said so:

"I love you, Carla Ferrara!"

"I love you too, Linda Parker."

They kissed. And Linda asked:

"Do you really think I'm a slut?"

Carla laughed:

"You're the slut I need. The slut I love."

And they kissed again.

And they rested, because they knew that soon they would go downstairs and
join the others.

Oh, the beauty of being nineteen! This had all happened in less than 24
hours, and they were already declaring their love. Some would say that they
were young and silly.

I wouldn't.

They truly felt what they said.


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