Summer of Love

Part 1: Lita

Summer came early that year. Even when night fell the relentless, muggy heat remained. Amy sat in the backseat of a cab wiping the sweat from her forehead just beneath her short, blue hair. Apparently the cab's AC wasn't working. She let out a deep sigh as she stared out the window at the city lights flying past. She had just arrived earlier that night on a red eye flight, and could not wait until she arrived at the house and could finally get some sleep. Mina had invited all of the gang out to her summer home for a week. It would be the first time she had seen everyone since college. Amy glanced at her watch: 12:29 AM. When had been the last time she had gotten a good night's sleep? The last few months had been rather hectic at the hospital.

Are people getting more stupid, or is the world just getting more dangerous? Amy had wondered to herself as she operated on what felt like the hundredth car crash victim the previous night.

This week would be the first break she had gotten in months, and she certainly welcomed it. Besides, it would be nice to see Serena, Raye, Mina, and Lita again. From what Mina had told her over the phone, everyone from their old group of friends would be coming. Amy closed her eyes and tried to remember just what they all looked like. When had been the last time she had seen them?

Spring, just before I left the university for my internship.

She hadn't exactly kept in touch. Truth be told, she had been far too busy. Becoming a doctor was a long and stressful process, and when that ordeal finally came to an end, there was the demanding pressures of the profession itself. Amy hadn't slept a full eight (or even seven) hours in over two weeks. It seemed that this deficit was finally catching up to her as her eyelids felt as heavy as lead bricks. She struggled to stay awake, however.

Can't wait to sleep in one of those fancy tempurpedic beds.

The exhaustion clouded her mind's eye, and she was only able to catch small glimpses of old memories: Raye's beautiful, dark, raven hair, Lita's deep green, caring eyes, Mina's shining smile that seemed to have had been carved out of alabaster, and finally Serena, the epitome of human kindness visible in every aspect of her being from her two buns on her head down to her superbly shaped legs and feet. She had never realized until now just how much she missed all of them. The cab turned off of the main street into an unassuming suburb, causing Amy to smile a bit.

Almost there.

Despite the fact that Mina was, no doubt, ridiculously wealthy from her pop singing career, the neighborhood they were driving looked fairly average. There were a few finer looking abodes, but the majority of them were an assuming one or two story structures that any middle class family might occupy.

Maybe she figures that if she buys a house in a regular neighborhood, the paparazzi will be less likely find it. Amy reasoned.

At last the cab pulled into the driveway of a single story, bright yellow house that was nestled between two more similarly designed houses at the far end of a cul-de-sac. The driveway was filled by three other vehicles, so the driver was obliged to drop her off onto the sidewalk just beyond the well-kept, healthy green lawn. Amy retrieved her luggage from the trunk, paid her cabbie his fair, thanked him, and watched for a minute as the glowing red tail lights sailed down the dimly lit street (one of the streetlights was out), around the corner, and out of sight. With her suitcase rolling behind her, Amy made her way up the driveway and around the garage to the front door. Her fist rapped lightly on the finely carved oak. There was no answer. She considered ringing the doorbell, but hesitated. What if they were asleep? So she knocked again, this time a bit harder. This time she heard movement beyond the door and, after another minute or so, the sound of the deadbolt being opened. The porch light blazed to life and the door swung open. Amy was greeted by the shiny blond hair and massive, toothy, grin of Mina.

"Amy, you made it!" she exclaimed happily as she embraced her old friend.

"Hey Mina." Amy grunted against the surprisingly tight bear hug.

Mina seemed to hear the pain in Amy's voice, and, much to the blue haired woman's relief, released her.

"You're really late." Another voice observed, soon revealed to be the indomitable Raye, who appeared beside Mina.

Amy smiled at her other old friend. "Couldn't be helped." She explained, "the weather in the north is always bad this time of year. The plane got delayed for a few hours."

"Well, why don't you come in, you look exhausted." Mina offered, stepping aside.

Amy accepted gratefully, pulling her single suitcase behind her as she stepped into the entry way. It was just as unassuming as the house itself, linoleum floors with a rack for shoes off to one side. Three different archways went in three different directions, one to her left, one in the center, and one to her right. Which was she meant to go?

"Shoes please." Mina reminded her.

Amy obligingly removed her black slip-ons and placed them in the remaining empty space on the middle shelf, with a pair of orange high heels on one side, some brown loafers on the other, a pair of bright white sandals just above them, and a pair of black sneakers below.

Looks like the gangs all here.

Mina gestured for her to follow. "C'mon, I'll give you the grand tour."

They went through the central arch first. The room opened up into a rather large den with hardwood floors and a big plasma screen TV on one end. The center was taken up by the biggest grey couch Amy had ever seen in the shape of an 'L'. A single lounge chair sat in the other corner, and a pair of double French doors led out to the backyard.

"This is the living room." Mina explained, "The couch it really comfortable, try it out."

Amy sat down and sighed as she felt her back sink into the cushions as soft as clouds. Immediately, the exhaustion returned in full force and her eyelids grew heavy once more. Mina laughed.

"Hey, don't pass out on me yet, we have the rest of the house to see."

"Sorry…" said Amy sheepishly as she stood back up, "It's just such a nice couch."

"I know, that's why I'm sleeping on it." Raye cut in.

"You don't have a bedroom?"

"The house only has two bedrooms, and two bathrooms too so you're all going to have to share. Big houses tend to attract attention." Mina explained as she led her to the back door.

Called it. Thought Amy triumphantly.

The blonde pop star opened the doors to the backyard and flipped on the lights. Instantly, a ring of halogen lamps illuminated a patio and, beyond that, an in ground swimming pool surrounded by deck chairs and pool loungers. The concrete rectangle that house the water was surrounded by grass as green and trim as that out front. The entire yard was shielded from the possible prying eyes of neighbors by a tall wooden fence. The trio stepped out onto the patio, and Mina hit another light switch next to the door. Underwater lights in the pool clicked on, illuminating the calm, mirror like surface of the blue water.

Ha, even with a small house she can't hide all of that celebrity extravagance. Amy mused.

Mina either read her mind or the look on her face. She laughed. "You think this is luxurious, check this out." She led Amy around the corner of the house where a sort of alleyway was formed between the wooden fence and the side of the house. Nestled in this crevice was a small booth shaped structure made out of lattice, almost like a telephone booth. Inside was a single shower head.

"It's an outdoor shower, isn't that just crazy?" Raye asked with a grin.

"Wow, look at you. Seems like you've gotten use to the finer things." Amy noted, smiling at Mina who blushed a little.

"Hey, you can't expect me to forgo all of my frills this week, can you?"

Both Amy and Raye laughed as the three young women made their way back inside.

"The kitchen's in here, the counter tops are polished marble, imported from Italy." Mina explained as they entered said culinary chamber. Despite it's rather small size, the kitchen was not exactly modest. The cabinets were made of African Redwood, and sure enough the countertops were a stark marble white. A table that could easily seat ten people took up the rest of the far end of the room, obviously the dining area. The table was made out of a darker wood that, if Amy remembered correctly, came from somewhere in Southeast Asia.

The cost of building this kitchen was probably more than I make in a year. Amy thought in awe.

Mina opened a door next to the stainless steel refrigerator, revealing a pantry the size of the pop star's walk-in closet.

"It's fully stocked." She explained, "But if there's anything you need, let me know and I'll see that we get it."

"I'll bet Lita is going to have a hay day with this." Said Amy as she gazed over a shelf full of spices.

"She already has, cooked a killer dinner tonight; chicken with rosemary and grilled potatoes. It was delicious. Too bad you weren't here for it." Raye described the delicious meal they had been treated too earlier.

"I'm sure you'll get plenty of chances to taste our celebrity chef's cooking this week." Mina assured Amy with a wink.

From the kitchen they headed back into the entry hall. Mina gestured toward the hallway off to their right. "The master and guest bedrooms are down that way. Lita is staying in the guest room and I'm letting Serena stay in my room. They went to bed early tonight so you can say your 'hellos' in the morning."

"That's fine with me." Amy said, stifling a yawn.

Mina smiled at her sympathetically.

"Alright, I get it. C'mon…" she led Amy down the left hallway, passed a washer and dryer set, and out through another door.

"This used to be the garage, but I had them cover over the garage door with plaster and lay down carpeting." Mina explained as they entered yet another room.

It was shaped a lot like the living room, but with shaggy light grey carpet and rather bland white walls. There was another TV, as well as another couch, though this one was much smaller than the one out in the living room, and was made of black leather. Mina clicked on the lights, which always activated a single ceiling fan that began to spin lazily.

"This is my entertainment room. You can sleep in here if you like; the couch has a pullout bed in it."

"What about you?" asked Amy, recalling that Serena was sleeping in Mina's room.

Mina and Raye shared a glance and a small smile.

"Don't worry about me, I've got a bed. Why don't you hit the sack? You can regale us with your pulse pounding tales from the OR tomorrow." The blonde suggested.

The look shared between Raye and Mina had aroused Amy's curiosity, but she truth be told she was too tired to really care.

"Good idea." She acquiesced with another, much longer yawn.

"Good night, Dr. Anderson, we'll see you in the morning." Mina kissed Amy on the cheek and then headed out of the garage.

Raye gave her a hug and a similar teasing 'good night, doctor' before following after the woman who had garnered the nickname "Venus" during their high school years.

Amy pulled the bed out from the couch and opened up her suitcase. She changed into a simple white, button-up nightshirt and a fresh pair of panties before climbing under the covers. No sooner had her blue hair touched the feathery pillow she had chosen from amongst several that had been on the couch than her eye lids at last gave way to the fatigue that had been hammering at them since she had landed and slid shut.

Before long, she was in the arms of Morpheus.

The darkness was pierced suddenly by a shrill beeping noise. Amy's eyes shot open and she sat up. The sound was coming from her phone, which sat on the arm of the couch. She reached up groggily and glanced at it.

"One missed call." Flashed across the screen in time with the beeps.

With a sigh she set the phone back down and stared up at the rotating blades of the fan above her.

Probably the hospital. God, can't they just give me one day?!

The professional in her told her that she should call them back, see what the issue was, but there was another part of her, the tired part, the drained part that told her to roll over, go back to sleep, and ignore it. Amy continued to stare at the fan. The blades began to slow, and she could swear she could make out the individual blades as they flew over her like birds. The mental grapple ended with the 'screw it' part winning out. She rolled back over. However, try as she might, she could not find slumber. The adrenaline that pumped through her veins whenever she woke up to the summons of her job had destroyed any remnants of sleepiness. It was just like being a teenager again; lying in bed on a weekend, no school, no responsibility, no lives hanging in the balance that could tipped one way or another. She couldn't get back to sleep, but didn't want to leave the comfort and safety of her bed. Since the room she spent the night in had previously been a garage, there were no windows. Was it even daylight out yet? She rolled over and retrieved her phone once more. The screen displayed 7:34 AM in the corner. It was early.

Amy stretched a little and then threw away the covers. She felt stiff as a board. Pullout beds weren't exactly known for their comfortableness. She shuffled across the floor to the door, the soft carpet feeling rather pleasant against her bare feet. The grumbling in her stomach directed her toward her first destination: the kitchen. However, as she approached the entry way, her ears began picking up noises, strangely familiar noises, embarrassing noises…

The air was full of pants, moans, and groans, and Amy turned the corner only to stop dead at the sight before her. Mina was seated on one of the pure white counters, naked as the day she was born, and what was going on atop that counter was certainly far from pure. Amy saw Raye on her knees, only her dark black hair visible while her face was buried between Mina's thighs. The blonde had her legs draped over the raven haired beauty's shoulders. Mina's supple breasts jiggled with each breath she heaved, and a long moan escaped her luscious pink lips as she dug her fingers into Raye's hair. Her head was tilted back, and her eyes were closed as she reveled in the pleasure that Raye's menstruations brought her.

After a few seconds of speechless staring, Amy managed to clear her throat. Raye seemed not to hear her, as she continued to eat Mina out, but the latter opened her eyes and glanced toward the doorway, spotting the blue haired doctor with a small smile.

"Oh, hey." She said, a gasp of pleasure escaping her lips right on the greeting's heals.

Raye heard that, and she looked up.

"Shit!" she swore, standing up quickly.

"What are you two doing?" Amy asked, though it was pretty obvious.

"We…. uhhh…I…I was just letting Raye have some breakfast." Mina said with embarrassment.

Both women were still naked and facing Amy, giving her a perfect view of the secret parts of their bodies. Amy felt the heat rising in her cheeks. "Well, do you think you two could…eat breakfast…somewhere more private?"

Mina grinned. "Well, can we use your room? I promise to put the bed away; we'll just use the couch cushions."

"Fine." Amy agreed with a roll of her eyes.

Mina took Raye's hand and led her past Amy and down the hall, both giggling like they were teens in high school again. Amy watched them go, even taking a moment to admire Raye's shapely behind. She was a beautiful woman, they both were, no doubt about it. With a sigh, Amy hunted around for a coffee maker, which she eventually found in one of the cupboards and began making herself a cup of that sweet elixir that had gotten her through more late shifts as the hospital than she could be bothered count. She stepped over a pile of discarded pajama tops and bottom, panties, and bras left behind on the floor by her lewd housemates and sat at the table, staring out the window at the pool, now fully lit by the early morning rays of the sun, while taking the occasional sip of her coffee.

Good think I brought my bathing suit. I'll need to try that out sometime. The water looks beautiful.

"Good morning."

The voice drew Amy's attention to the entrance that led out to the living room. Standing there was Lita, her brown hair looking a little disheveled, but otherwise beautiful as ever.

"Lita!" Amy stood and the woman who was probably her closest friend all through high school and college.

"Hey Ams, how are you?" Lita inquired, returning the hug with similar enthusiasm.

"I'm good, I'm…I'm great. How are you?"

"Oh, you know, same old, same old. I finally managed to get a break from the Food Network. Apparently there are some issues with my contract renewal, and my agent is having to grapple with the executives. So, for now, I'm just standing on time." The brunette explained as she poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with her bluenette companion.

Amy smiled. "Yeah, I try to watch your show when I can. We always knew you end up on Food Network, or owning your own restaurant somewhere."

"You like it? The show I mean."

"Yeah...well…. you know me. I was never much of a cook. It's mostly microwave dinners for me."

Lita stuck her tongue out and made a disgusted 'bllleeeccch'. "I'll have to teach you some recipes while we're here."

"To be honest, I don't really have a lot of time to cook."

"Thing's busy at the hospital?"

"Well, it's always been busy, but lately…I don't know, it's like there's been a spike in injuries or something. I had to operate on three car crash victims in one day just last week."

"Jeez, sounds stressful."

"You know it."

Lita downed the rest of her coffee (she'd always been a faster eater and drinker than Amy, who preferred to sip and nibble) and stood up to take her cup to the sink. As she did so, Amy noticed a large tangle of blankets and clothes scattered all over the couch in the living room.

Well, now we know were Mina stayed last night.

"Ummm, whose are these?" Lita gestured toward the pile of clothes on the kitchen floor.

Speak of the devil….

"Raye and Mina, I walked in one them…. eating breakfast."

"Naked?"

"Let's just say that Raye was having Mina for breakfast."

"Ahhh…" Lita's eyebrows raised a little as she finally understood what Amy was getting at.

Amy laughed a little. The whole thing seemed kind of funny now. Lita chuckled along with her.

"It doesn't surprise me too much, actually. They've been all over each other since Raye arrived." The brunette noted as she rinsed out her cup.

"Isn't Mina dating that rapper, Dee Lowe, or something like that?" Amy wondered aloud. She had some vague memory of a photo of the pair in some tabloid she had picked up in the grocery store once.

Lita shrugged. "Who knows with her. It seems like she gets a new boyfriend every month. They may just be reliving old times; you know?"

Raye and Mina had dated for a while, back in college. It had been a rather stormy relationship. When the pair, fought, they fought like vicious tigers, or a mother bear defending its cub, but when they loved, they loved with a passion that would have put Don Juan to shame. They had drifted apart, however, after Mina left to pursue her singing career. Maybe Lita was right. Maybe they were just taking this brief time to relieve those days, before the world became so much more demanding, before all of the eyes and responsibility had fallen upon them.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the old days sometimes." Amy admitted as she went to the sink herself to pour out the rest of her coffee. "I guess I just…." Amy froze when she felt a pair of hands wrap around her waist.

"I missed you Amy." Lita whispered as the bluenette felt her best friend lean her head against her, her hair tickling the doctor's neck.

Amy grabbed the hands and held them tightly, a smile forming on her lips. "I missed you too, Lita."

"Really, what exactly did you miss." Lita whispered into her ear, her voice taking on a new huskiness that made the heat run in Amy's face.

She knew exactly what Lita was talking about.

Amy was eleventh grade and had just been through a rather messy breakup. Her boyfriend had been cheating on her, and she had discovered his infidelity after finding several lewd messages from the other girl on his phone. It had been a difficult thing, a heart breaking thing. She had lost her virginity too him, come to believe that she was actually in love with him. Now, that all fell apart before her. She was sitting in her room crying, alone, all alone. Her mother was at work, as busy as Amy would be in a few years keeping people alive. Her phone had rang, it was Lita.

"Are you alright?"

"No."

"Do you want some company?"

In minutes, Lita was sitting on Amy's bed rubbing her back while Amy tearfully recounted her tale of woe.

"Well, that's men for you." Said Lita.

"I hate them!" Amy had cried in anguish.

"Have you considered girls." The comment had been intended to be sarcastic, but it conjured up a curiosity within Amy.

"What do girls do?"

"Well, they kiss just men do, but more tender."

"Really?"

"Let me show you."

They had kissed then, as tenderly as Lita has promised. It had felt strange, but not in a bad way. In fact, Amy found herself liking it the more they did it.

"What else do girls do?"

"Let me show you…"

Lita did show her. For hours they explored one another's bodies, and were only forced to stop after Amy's mother came home. They still hung out, had sleep overs, and laughed and gossiped together. Really, they did the same things they had done as friends, but now that new ingredient had been added: intimacy. They had sex many times over the course of the year until Amy met another boy. Despite her previous experience with men, Amy found herself falling for him, and one day she told Lita that they would have to stop. It had hurt her; Amy could see it. Lita tried to play it off, but it had hurt. Later, when she had a little more experience and wisdom under her belt, Amy had come to realize that Lita had been in love with her, and perhaps, at one time, she had loved her back.

But that was a lifetime ago…

Amy was pulled out of her flashback by the sensation of a hand making its way up her abdomen. Lita had slid an arm under her night sure, and it was sneaking, like a thief in the night, toward her breasts. The hand managed to reach one of her soft mounds and gave it a gentle squeeze. Amy reached up and grabbed that hand.

"Being rather forward, aren't we?" Amy asked with a raised eyebrow.

Lita, with her chin resting on Amy's shoulder, grinned. "Well, I've missed you. We haven't spoken in years and, besides, I haven't been laid in forever."

Amy laughed. "Has it really been that long?"

Lita let out a frustrated groan. "You'd be amazed how many of the women on Cooking Channel are all uppity bitches. I haven't found one I'm even remotely interested in. What about you? You have somebody waiting for you back at the hospital."

"No." Amy admitted. There had been an intern she had slept with a couple of times early on, but he had gone on to his residency at a different hospital, and that had been almost five years ago. There only person she had shared her bed with since then was herself. Maybe Lita had a point…

"I'm not looking for a relationship right now." Amy said, turning so she could look right into Lita's lovely green eyes.

"Me neither. But as long as we're both here…" as she spoke, the brunette leaned in.

Their lips met. It was a pleasant sensation of déjà vu for Amy as she pressed her mouth against the other's. They started out slow at first, with tender but quick pecks. Amy continued to stare into her eyes, and even giggled a bit.

"Right here?" she asked, looking around at the kitchen, empty accept for them and the pile of clothes that stood as a monument to the previous sexcapade that had taken place within its walls.

Lita smiled, and gave her a very seductive, heavy lidded look.

"What do you want for breakfast?" she whispered huskily.

"I think you know."

"Then let the chef go to work."

Lita gently turned her back around and pressed herself up against her. Amy could feel Lita's nipples poking her in the back through her own pajama top. The brunette's hands made their way to the buttons on the front of Amy's shirt and began to undo them one by one. As she did so, she planted tiny love pecks across Amy's neck. The doctor shuddered with each kiss.

The area has a lot of sensitive nerves that she is stimulating.

One of the unfortunate things about being a doctor was that sex became a lot more mechanical. She understood every nerve, every euphoric sensation that her body produced, where those sensations began, where they ended, and what they were meant to do. Once all of the buttons were undone, Lita's hands went back to kneading Amy's soft, supple breasts. Each rub sent a fresh tingle from her chest straight to the special place between her legs, earning a small gasp from her lips each time. Fingers, trained in the culinary arts, played skillfully across the sensitive buds at the tip of each mound, and one set gave her right nipple a small pinch, causing Amy to arch her back against her friend and, for the time being anyway, lover.

"I missed you Ams…" Lita whispered. Her voice had lost its seductiveness and had taken on a new tenderness and…. sincerity. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." It was just as sincere. Amy truly regretted that she had allowed their friendship to drift apart, but what could she do? Life was difficult and demanding.

Not right now, it isn't. A voice in her mind told her. It was true, there were no demands, no patience barely clinging to life that needed saving, no bills to pay. Just her and Lita…and Lita's hands.

God, what hands….

Amy arched again as those soft hands continued to pinch and play with her nipples. It was just like when they were teenagers. Lita sucked on that special spot on Amy's neck and she at last allowed a moan to leave her lips. After all of their sessions together, Lita knew just what Amy liked…what she needed.

Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, one of those hands left her breasts and made its way southward, tracing random patterns along her stomach and abdomen. As it did so, Amy's own hands reached for her panties and yanked them down to her knees, exposing her now quite ready jewel to the open air. Lita chuckled.

"Someone's eager." She observed, licking Amy's earlobe.

"Lita, please…"

"Please what?"

"Touch me."

"As you wish…"

The hand began to trace circles across her thighs, sending more tingling sensations across her body and brain.

Damn it, Lita, I don't need any more pre-stimulation, I'm ready!

"Lita…"

"What? I'm touching you, just like you wanted."

"Stop be such a tease."

Lita chuckled. "What do you want Amy?"

Amy craned her neck back and stared into the green orbs that were clouded with their own lust and pleasure. "Lita, please, touch me there." Amy whispered.

That was all she needed. Lita's hand reached down and cupped her. Amy was so overstimulated that this contact alone was enough to send a shudder running up her body. Gently, Lita began to rub her folds.

Labia majora… Amy's anatomy classes came back to her.

Every now and again, the fingers would brush past that remarkable little button buried within those folds, and Amy would moan deeply, leaning up against Lita for support. After a few minutes of rubbing, Lita slipped a finger into her. Amy's moans picked up in both volume and frequency as Lita fingered her. With each thrust, the finger went deeper and deeper, seeking that spot. Lita knew where it was, and soon located it, much to Amy's delight. Lita's finger picked up speed as it slid in and out, and Amy's leg's became increasingly useless, so she leaned even more into Lita, who used her free hand to hold her securely against her. She would not let her fall. Amy trusted her.

The coil of pleasure deep within her began to grow bigger and bigger. She was close, she could feel it.

"Lita, I'm almost there." She moaned.

The brunette obliged her by speeding even more

"Lita…Lita…LI…!" Amy cried out, causing Lita to bring her other hand up to cover her mouth.

"Shhhhhh." She hissed, but Amy barely heard it as her orgasm hit.

She moaned long and deeply into that hand as she came into the other. Lita withdrew her finger, but continued to stroke Amy's clit to prolong the pleasure. Amy rode it out all the way, still whimpering and moaning until the blinding pleasure subsided. She was now completely dependent on Lita to keep them standing, which the latter managed to do. After another minute or so, she removed her hand from Amy's mouth, and the latter immediately brought her lips to the chef's. They kissed passionately.

"Thank you." Amy whispered.

Lita grinned. "You're quite welcome. Can you stand?" she inquired.

Amy nodded, and got back to her feet. Lita released her from her hold and plodded over to the sink where she began washing her stained hand. For a moment the bluenette could not move. She leaned forward against the counter, panting in an effort to catch her breath. She reached down to pull her panties back up, but paused and glanced over at her lover. Suddenly, she was struck by a very wicked idea and, rather than pulling them back up, removed her underwear completely. Slowly she walked up behind Lita who had just finished washing up and was drying her hand on a towel.

"So, what…." Lita began, but when she turned around Amy immediately pulled her into a searing kiss. She was surprised at first, but slowly began returning the kiss affectionately.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a smile once their lips had parted.

"Don't you get a turn?" Amy whispered. This time it was her turn to be seductive.

"Amy, it's getting late, people are going to be waking up soon." Lita said urgently as the doctor continued to suckle on her neck.

"I guess you'll have to be quick then." Amy suggested in her best 'naughty' tone.

Lita laughed and shook her head. "You're incorrigible."

"Don't start what you can't finish. That was always my mom's rule about food."

"Alright…" Lita consented with a nod, "…what do what do you want to do?"

"Drop your pants." Amy said huskily.

Lita reached down and pulled down her pajama bottoms along with her panties. She was just as exposed as Amy from the waist down now. Amy shifted a bit and then pressed her thigh up against Lita's womanhood. The latter gasped.

"Rub it…" Amy whispered, and encouraged her by placing her hands on Lita's hips and gently pushing them. "C'mon, rub it."

Lita did as told and began to rub herself against Amy's thigh. Gasps soon turned into moans as Lita rode Amy's thigh, leaving a trail across the white, flawless skin. Amy pressed her knee up against the cabinet to give Lita a better angle, and the brunette accepted gratefully, increasing the speed of her thrusts. This time it was Amy's turn to put her hand over Lita's mouth as she became louder. She was obviously near her peak. Lita arched her back, giving Amy another idea. She lifted the brunette's shirt above her supple breasts and began to suckle on her already hard nipples, first one, then the other. The added stimulation was enough to send her over the edge, and Lita's hips became much more jerky as she began screaming into Amy's palm. The trail across her thigh became a stream as Lita came. She rode her orgasm as far as she could until, at last, she came to a stop. Amy removed her hand and gently brought her thigh out from under Lita. They stared into one another's eyes. It was just like when they were teens, and Amy could see that familiar affection within those green irises.

She still loves you, you know.

I know, but I'm not after a lover. It's a summer time fling, nothing more.

She knows.

Lita smiled and kissed Amy lovingly.

"Thank you." She said.

Amy grinned. "My pleasure."

BAM!

A door slammed somewhere, and both women jumped.

"Shit!" they both swore almost with one breath. Lita brought her shirt back down and yanked up her pants while Amy stumbled over to where her panties lay on the floor. She slipped them on before feverishly buttoning back up her shirt. Neither of them moved for a good minute as silence fell over the kitchen. After some more anxious waiting, it became apparent that no one was about to enter the kitchen, and they relaxed a little.

"One of the girls going to the bathroom?" Lita whispered.

Amy shrugged. After some more intent listening, Lita giggle. "I can't believe we did that."

"We? You seduced me." Said Amy, giving her a playful shove.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't be so easy." Lita retorted as she opened the pantry door. "So, what do you want to eat for breakfast?"

She glanced at Amy when she did not reply and noticed the bluenette looking at her with a very dirty look.

"I thought I'd just had it." She grinned.

Lita rolled her eyes, but laughed good naturedly. "You're incorrigible Ams."

It was going to be a good week.