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(Something glitched the first time I sent it, and Part
One didn't get posted. One more time...)
Midsummer (Part One)
The woman with the black hair sat in the metal chair
inside the screened-in porch, a sketchpad in her
hands. Her name was Raven, a name she had had since
college. She had been so named by a boyfriend who had
been enraptured by her lustrous dark hair.
Some twenty years later, the hair was still black, but
now much shorter. It framed a handsome face with high
cheekbones, full lips and eyes of stunning deep water
blue.
In the early morning light, she was wearing a red
sweatshirt and white baggy shorts. The looseness of
the clothes obscured but could not conceal the womanly
curves of her body.
She looked out of the porch. It was late July, and
for a couple of hundred acres, she was the only living
soul around. The cozy cabin on the shores of a
Minnesota lake had been in her husband's family for
years. Now she was taking the time from the everyday
hustle and bustle, a time to recharge her energies.
Soon her friend would be joining her. She was looking
forward to it.
She sipped her coffee and set the cup aside. She
picked up the sketchpad and balanced it on an upraised
shapely leg. She picked up a soft stick of charcoal
and began to sketch.
She was not drawing any of the bucolic landscape.
With expert strokes, she quickly limned the figure of
a woman. She was wearing only a long skirt, and her
heavy breasts and wide hips were suggested by rapid
swipes of the charcoal. The figure stood looking down
at another woman, who was naked and reclined on her
side, looking up. A feeling of anticipation exuded
from the rough paper. The women were expecting
something to happen.
Raven was only halfway aware of her surroundings when
she sketched. She was surprised when a large furry
creature jumped up beside her.
Startled, she looked down at an enormous gray tabby.
The cat looked at her with piercing golden eyes and
meowed.
She said softly, "Well, hello, Mr. Big Stuff. What do
you want? Something to eat?"
In answer, the cat lowered its head and butted into
the side of her unholstered breast. The large round
globe barely moved, but Raven could feel the twinge of
sensation as her nipple rubbed on the shirt's fabric.
"So, aren't you getting a little personal there, cat?
Okay, let's get you some tuna."
She laid the sketchpad aside, glancing at the erotic
scene. She entered the back of the cabin and walked
down a hall between the two bedrooms and into the
kitchen. She found a can of tuna and soon had it
open.
Mr. Big Stuff did the leg-rubbing bit as he waited for
breakfast. She sat down the paper plate and watched
as the cat daintily devoured the food.
Raven tossed the can away and washed her hands. She
ran a hand through her short hair and looked toward
the front of the cabin. She walked over to the front
door and opened it. A few hundred feet down a dirt
path the lake lay in blue placidity.
Soon, Janice would be here. They hadn't seen each
other in fifteen years. It happens. Sometimes the
best of friends will drift apart as the hurly-burly of
career, marriage and family tug and pull at one's
life.
But Janice had re-connected. They were soon
exchanging e-mail and telephone calls, and it was just
as if the intervening years had not happened. When
Raven had taken the opportunity for a couple of weeks
away from the family, she had told Janice. Janice was
entranced with idea of their spending some time
together.
Her old friend would have landed at the airport a
couple of hours before. Soon she should be tooling up
in the rental car. Soon...
* * *
Janice paused at the side of the two-lane road in her
rental Buick. She slipped her sunglasses to the top
of her head and regarded the map. She also held the
printed copy of the e-mail instructions that Raven had
sent her. Janice was a pretty woman in her early
forties, middling in height, but blessed with a comely
body. Her round breasts filled out her white cotton
shirt nicely, and tailored jeans fit snugly about her
curving posterior and sweetly shaped legs.
The flight in had been uneventful. She found that she
had no appetite for the meager breakfast the airline
doled out, and had instead sipped coffee. She was
eager to see Raven after all these years, and it felt
a little strange. While she could not quite tag the
emotion, it seemed to be somewhat more than meeting an
old college friend.
She looked up through the windshield. She brushed
away a lock of brown hair from her forehead. Ah, take
that road, then follow the curve. I should get there
in about ten minutes, she thought. The woods were
starting to get thick out here.
It was getting a little warm. She hit the button and
her window slid down to admit a pleasant breeze. The
sky was a brilliant blue with a few wispy patches of
high cloud. She closed her eyes and inhaled the
clean-smelling air.
Janice shook her head briefly, her nut-brown hair
dancing about her shoulders. Time to get going, she
thought. She shifted the gear selector into drive
and eased back onto the road.
As she drove, she reflected on the turn of events that
had served to bring them together again after so many
years. It had just been after the move to the new
house. The flurry of activity had been exhausting,
and it had been a week after the move that she finally
got around to unpacking the last of the boxes.
She found one box crammed with letters and photos,
from years before. She had about decided to tape it
up and put it on some closet shelf when a nostalgic
wave hit her. Amid the scattered papers, she sat down
and opened the box. She smiled to herself as she
looked at the pictures.
There was Raven again, her beautiful face with those
gorgeous eyes. She was holding a tennis racket and
was dressed in a halter-top and white shorts, her
large breasts filling out the top. Christ! Janice
thought. Why didn't we keep up with each other?
She dug through the box. Janice thought that the last
time she heard from her old friend had been a
Christmas card about fifteen years before. She
scattered a few letters and photos around the floor,
then found it. Yes, there was the return address.
That night, after the kids were in bed and her husband
was watching a game on TV, she wrote a brief note to
Raven:
Hey, Raven! I bet you're surprised to get this,
after so many years. I just wanted to say hello and
tell you that I've missed hearing from you. Friends
are the most precious thing in the world, and you can
never have enough of them. I hope this letter finds
you, and that all is well in your world. Please,
write back.
Janice had included her e-mail address. A week later,
she had received a message from Raven, and it was like
they had never parted. E-mails and phone calls had
been exchanged every two or three days until this
opportunity had come up to get together.
Janice found herself getting excited as she got
closer. She followed the curve of the blacktop until
she found the dirt road marked by the simple wooden
sign. She turned onto the bumpy road and followed it.
High firs and pines were on either side, and she
could hear a number of birds squawking and singing.
There it was! The one-story wooden cabin came into
view at the end of the road. Over to the left, she
saw a sparkling expanse of lake. And there was Raven,
standing on the front porch of the rustic looking
building, her hand shielding her eyes from the sun.
Janice suddenly found her eyes stinging. Oh, my God,
she thought. She looks wonderful. So wonderful.
Janice pulled up into the gravel driveway and stopped
the car. She threw down her sunglasses and unbelted
herself and cast open the door.
Raven trotted down the steps from the porch and ran
around to driveway just as Janice stood up.
"Raven!"
"Janice, darling!"
The women swung open their arms and embraced, the arms
going around each other tightly. They buried their
heads on each other's shoulders as they hugged.
Raven found herself leaking tears. She tightened her
grip on her friend, a broad smile on her face. Janice
returned the warm pressure. It felt so damned good!
They pulled back for a minute, their hands on each
other's arms, and they looked into one another's eyes.
For a minute, they couldn't speak. The emotions were
so strong that words were not enough.
"Oh, Janice...oh, baby, you look terrific! God! I had
no idea this was going to hit me so hard." Raven
reached up and brushed away a tear.
Janice wiped her own eyes with the back of her hand,
then returned it to Raven's arm. "Oh, honey, I know.
Believe me, I know. We'll never lose contact again,
I swear to God."
They hugged again, their bodies held closely together
as if they could squeeze the years of absence away.
Both women were aware of the warm ecstasy of holding a
dear friend, and if they had thought about it, they
might have recognized the sensual pleasure of physical
contact for its own purposes. The pressure of their
bodies as they embraced was welcome and it added to
the heartfelt joy of their greeting.
Raven said, "Well, let's get your things inside and
get you settled down, girl. Are you thirsty? Hungry?
We've got plenty to eat and drink."
Janice stepped away and opened the car door. She
reached down to flip the latch that opened the trunk.
She got her bag out of the front seat and they walked
around to the rear of the car.
Janice said, "I could use a snack, I guess. A
sandwich would be wonderful, and some tea, maybe."
She pulled a larger suitcase out of the trunk, and a
smaller overnight bag. Raven reached out for the
larger bag.
Janice came up beside her, and they slipped their arms
around the other's waist. As they walked along the
short path to the porch steps, Janice said, "God,
Raven, this place is everything you said it was. It's
a treasure."
Raven nodded. "I love it. My family isn't that crazy
about because there's no TV or anything exciting
around, but it suits me perfectly."
The cabin door was open. Janice walked in and saw the
large stone fireplace to one side, and the plain
wooden floor peeked between thick old rugs, and the
casual comfortable furniture. There was no
television, like Raven said, but a bookshelf stereo
system occupied one part of a row of shelves.
Hundreds of hardbound and paperback books were stacked
on the rest of the shelves and half a dozen magazines
lay on the low coffee table.
Off to the back was a kitchen area and wooden table
with benches in an alcove. Copper pots and pans hung
from an overhead rack. A large stainless steel
side-by-side refrigerator was next to a massive gas
range.
Janice said, looking around, "Oh, Lord, Raven. I'm
never gonna leave! It's beautiful!"
Raven laughed. "I feel the same way every time I come
here. Unfortunately, this place is about impossible
to get to in the winter. But it's a summer paradise."
Raven said, "Down this hall on the left is your room."
Janice came into the cozy room, and set her bag on the
bed. A small antique dresser with a mirror missing
some silver was along one wall. The bed was a double
mattress sitting on a frame of rough-hewn lumber. An
armoire at the other end would serve as a closet.
Gingham curtains lent a rustic charm to a simple open
window.
Raven plopped the big suitcase on the bed and opened
it. Janice sat down on the mattress and sighed. "Ah,
that feels great. After four hours in one of those
torture contraptions an airline calls a seat, this is
heaven."
Janice reached down and untied her sneakers. She
slipped them off her feet and removed the cotton
socks. She wriggled her toes.
Raven opened the armoire and pulled a dozen coat
hangars out. In a few minutes, the clothes,
cosmetics, and travel accoutrements had been stowed
away. Janice pulled out a pair of blue shorts and a
roomy tee shirt to change into later.
Soon they were happily conversing over roast beef
sandwiches and iced tea. While they had caught up on
a lot over the past six months of phone calls and
e-mail, there seemed no end to the topics of
conversation. Husbands and families and the potpourri
of busy lives came forth, a happy buzz of talk and the
occasional giggle.
Janice had just finished recounting the latest capital
crimes of her boss when she yawned. Raven said, "Oh,
goodness, sweetie. That early flight and all the
travel. You need a nap, babe."
"I think you might be right, honey. I am a bit
tired."
"Well, let's get you comfy. Later on this afternoon,
we'll go on a walk, and I'll show you the rest of this
slice of heaven."
"That sounds super." She yawned again.
They quickly cleared the table, and Raven followed
Janice into her bedroom. Janice unbuttoned her shirt
and pulled it off, unveiling an ivory-colored deeply
plunging Bali bra. She then unzipped her jeans and
pulled them off. She wore high-cut bikini panties
under the jeans.
Janice sat on the bed and reached behind her to rub
the nape of her neck. Raven had taken her friend's
clothes and deposited them in a hamper on the floor of
the armoire.
Raven said, "Do you hurt there a little bit, Janice?
Here, you remember my back rubs." Raven reached out
and started to massage the back Janice's neck with
strong fingers."
Janice arched her head back and sighed. "Oh, I had
forgotten how damned wonderful that is."
Raven got up on the bed behind Janice, and rested on
her knees. She rubbed all around Janice's shoulders,
working her fingers into the muscle, kneading the
flesh. Janice slipped her bra straps down, and
Raven's fingers worked into the indentations on the
skin.
Janice continued to voice her approval with sighs and
sybaritic groans. Raven enjoyed the contact as she
stroked and pressed the skin and musculature.
A few minutes later, Raven stopped and lightly kissed
the back of her friend's neck. Janice worked her head
around, rolling it from side to side. "Oh, thank you,
sweetheart. That is miles better. You're an absolute
angel."
She stood up, reached behind her and unhooked the bra.
The cups fell away in front revealing the firm round
breasts, the wide areola and the quarter-inch high
nipple.
Raven watched casually as her friend briskly rubbed
her breasts. She said, "Well, you look like you've
kept it shape, kiddo."
Janice glanced down at her naked breasts, bouncing
lightly. "Thanks," she said, a little bit sheepishly.
She reached for the tee shirt and started to pull it
over her shoulders.
Raven looked down as the shirt obscured her friend's
head. Out of the leg openings in the panties and on
the sides of her groins, Raven saw an abundant growth
of luxuriant pubic hair. The crotch of the panties
was noticeably pushed out by the rich tangle of her
bush over her vulva. Raven couldn't help herself.
She was ... aroused.
Raven rose and pulled the bedspread back. She watched
as her friend yawned again and stretched her arms up.
The hem of the shirt rose, revealing again the spill
of curly hair.
Janice got underneath the covers and pulled them to
her just beneath her breasts. The nipples nudge the
fabric.
Raven said, "You rest up, dear. We'll be having some
fun later."
Janice was already half-asleep. She muttered softly,
something unintelligible, then rolled over.
Raven said softly, as she closed the door, "I love
you."
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