saturday
10:06 p.m.<>2001-08-12

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the heat this week has been unbearable. summer in dc is hellish under the best of circumstances, especially in august, but it's been even more stifling than usual for the past few days. and then jodie went and does something yesterday that raised the temperature a few more notches.

we had just finished breakfast after sleeping in. though our air conditioner was running full blast, the air was still too muggy and gross for the little window unit to cool off the apartment, so jodie and i were wearing the least clothing possible without being completely naked. i was in shorts with no shirt, while jodie lounged on the sofa in an old white tank top and a baggy pair of cutoff sweats. the humidity had inhibited conversation to the point where neither of us had said a word in over an hour, and we were both listlessly passing sections of the paper back and forth. after a while, even reading became too much of an effort. i read the same sentence about the president's stance on embryonic stem cell research about twelve times over before i finally gave up and tossed the paper aside. i leaned back in the recliner, feeling the skin on my back stick uncomfortably to the vinyl.

i had been staring off into space for quite some time when i noticed a movement out of the corner of my eye. on the sofa, jodie was still reading the metro section of the post, but the fingertips of her right hand were running idly up and down her torso. i thought that this was just a random motion on her part, that she was in fact unaware of the absent minded way her fingers were tracing the short distance from her belly to the top of the valley between her breasts. i had to admit that i found it very distracting. my eyes followed her hand on its languid journay up and down, up and down, while its owner continued to read the paper, her face fixed in concentration.

my eyes continued to follow her hand as it widened the range of its movement to include the top of her right leg. her fingers traveled now from her neck to the frayed hem of her grey sweat shorts and back up again. i glanced at her face again, and found jodie's eyes still glued to the paper.

i felt my heart start beating just a little more quickly when her stroking grew a little more insistent. instead of her fingertips, she began to use the flat of her hand. and instead of traveling between her breasts, as it had been doing, the hand was now passing over and across them. soon the movement turned into a figure eight, her hand running from the slope of her right breast across to her left, down her belly on a diagonal to her right thigh and then back up and over her right breast once again.

one look at the front of my shorts would have revealed how my interest was piqued at this point. i wanted to sit up, but was afraid that doing so might startle jodie into stopping what she was doing. so i remained completely still, my eyes following her hand as its motions grew rougher and more insistent. although jodie was still staring at the paper, i could tell she was no longer really registering the words on the page. the impassive look she had been wearing was gone now, and her brow was creased in an expression of intent absorption. my stomach lurched a little when her fingers dipped into the leg of her sweats and began to snake upward. when she lifted her right leg onto the sofa to make more room for her questing fingers, i could see small spot of darkness on the grey material. i watched, transfixed, as she moved her fingers in a tight circle, causing the dark spot to grow slightly. i caught the sudden scent of her, and my mouth watered.

soon she gave up the pretense of reading the paper, and the discarded metro section slid to the carpet. jodie shifted her body so that she was facing me, her legs spread and her fingers working busily inside the leg of her sweats. her lips parted just as her she raised her eyes to mine, focusing on me for the first time since she had started. she kept her humid, unblinking gaze on me as she withdrew her hand from the leg of her shorts and slipped it under the elastic wasteband. with her left hand, she started to stroke her breasts. her large nipples were clearly visible through the fabric of her tank. returning her steady gaze, i mimicked her movements, reaching into my shorts to grasp my erection. i began a slow, steady pumping motion as i watched the color rise to jodie's cheeks and her lips part a little wider over her fine, white teeth.

the lump of her hand rolled around faster and faster beneath her sweat shorts. the sight of her -- leaning back on the couch watching me, rubbing herself madly, mouth open and her thighs spread wide -- was almost more than i could stand. i gripped myself more tightly, my strokes coming faster and rougher. i was about to explode when jodie gave an abrupt little whimper. i let go of myself and watched a shudder pass through her, the fingers of her left hand tugging on one lush nipple.

slowly, she withdrew her hand from the waistband of her shorts. her fingers were wet, and she put one in her mouth and sucked on it, her eyes still locked on mine. desire coursing through me, i rose to my feet and held my hand out to her. the day was just beginning.

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