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The radio said it was the hottest day of the summer.
Fitting as it was the annual neighborhood barbecue, the event was welcomed with a clear sky and lots of sun. The cul-de-sac was blocked off, everyone out in the middle of the street. Grills churning out hamburgers and hot dogs, cold refreshments in coolers full of ice. A pool stacked up in front of someone’s house, rented for anyone to use. Sprinklers, water balloons and spray guns out as well.
It was terribly hot, yet the neighborhood was buzzing with excitement. Whole groups of family friends gathered at tables to play games, teenagers sat on curbs with their peers as they held either a cool soda can or a popsicle that dripped down their hands. Swimsuits, shorts, and tank tops on nearly everyone there.
Everyone, no matter where you turned, was beating the heat in some way. Whether it be fans, a soak in the pool or even just a pile of ice dropped down the back of their shirt.
However, inside the Fang household, things were heating up.
Namaari had every intention of making it back outside. Her Mother had asked her to grab another bag of ice from the large freezer in their garage. Namaari obliging with a quick nod, before turning to her friends to wave them off. Sisu, Tong, Atitaya, little Noi and Boun were all lounging by the pool. Half of them in, the other half out with only their feet dipping inside.
Raya, her girlfriend, had been sitting at Namaari’s side when her Mother gave her the order. So when Namaari stood up and began to walk towards her house, Raya came with her. The water from their legs drying well before they even reached the door.
Namaari should have known this would happen, especially when Raya was all too easily up and racing after her. Interlocking their hands, leaning into her as they walked, giving her affectionate looks that grew with each step. Namaari had shot them back at her, clearly both of them thinking the same thing. So when they entered the home, going immediately to the garage, Namaari found herself chuckling at how Raya barely waited for the door to close before she was on her.
They both were wearing swimsuits. Raya a blue bikini with sinfully small shorts on top that hugged her hips and showed off her ass that had Namaari wet before she hit the water. Namaari herself was wearing her own bikini with white and gold, the only difference being that she had a wrapped skirt at the bottom. Showing off her body, namely her defined muscles, just as Raya had done.
They really had no chance.
Their bodies pressed together, hands rising and falling over their bodies. Running them all over their heated skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Moans creeped up their throats as their kiss began to deepen, Namaari moving her girlfriend back against the cooler until her bottom was sitting on the edge of it.
She released her lips from Raya’s, if only to trail it down her throat. Namaari loved the way Raya gasped and her throat bobbed, swallowing thickly as Namaari ran her cool tongue against her heated skin. Reeling at the salty taste, her senses going mad when she inhaled the sweet scent of the girl’s sunscreen.
When Namaari lightly pushed her legs apart, moving closer into Raya while the girl tugged her inside her legs, was when her girlfriend finally had enough sense to speak.
“I swear-..you’re trying to drive me crazy..” she moaned, leaning her head back as Namaari brought her hands to her chin. Moving it to the side so she had better access to her neck “Wearing..ah,...that.” She finished.
“I could say the same for you, dep la.” Namaari pointed out, taking her ear in between her teeth lightly. “You expect me not to touch you wearing these shorts?”
“I was ah..hoping you-” Raya whined, rocking her hips forward into Namaari’s. Causing a moan to tumble out of Namaari’s lips as she dug her nails into Namaari’s hips. “Would…”
Namaari wanted to.
God she wanted to so badly.
But they had been away for awhile at this point, her Mom would be waiting for them to return with the ice. They really didn’t have the time for this, not now at least. Not when everyone was expecting them back. Namaari leaning back just a bit, kissing Raya more slowly as she tried to calm herself down. Her body struggling to do so when Raya was right here before her, in her arms, ready for her to take.
Raya could see Namaari’s internal conflict and, clearly wanting to be a troublemaker, she tugged Namaari all the more closer. Running her hands sinfully against Namaari’s breasts, smirking when Namaari let out a sigh of pleasure.
“Ra..ya..” Namaari said, though her voice was more breath than anything. Completely turned on, but trying to remember herself. “We have to get back..” she warned, sounding more as if she wanted to stay.
She did want to stay.
And Raya knew this.
“Can’t we hang out just a bit longer?” Raya offered, actually making Namaari laugh then at the way she forced her tone to sound so innocent. Something she definitely was not. “I want to spend some time with you..just. The. Two. Of. Us.” she said, taking her fingers then and trailing them up her neck and then her chin at each stop and go of her words. Lightly brushing Namaari’s lips with the single digit, spurring her on. “I want you so badly..” she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about getting you alone all day.”
Namaari let out a shuddering breath at that, forcing her eyes to not roll back at the way Raya sounded then. So ready to be touched, to be fucked, by Namaari that she could feel her own desires dripping out of her. Begging to be touched by her girlfriend.
Said girlfriend who would easily drop to her knees right now and give her that release, if Namaari would only ask.
Still...the barbecue..
Namaari’s silence was greeted with a sigh from her girlfriend. Not disappointed, not entirely, but a sigh more to center herself. To calm down the aching need in her body to have Namaari touch her in that moment. A steady hand placed itself on her shoulder, moving her backwards with little effort. Raya hopped off the cooler, giving Namaari a look as she gave her a chaste kiss on her lips.
A “okay, you win” look.
“Fine,” Raya whined and laughed, taking Namaari by the hand as she tugged her towards the garage door, “lets go back then.”
Something ticked inside Namaari then, who was more like a cinder block than a human at that moment when Raya began to leave. Tugging her until her arm jerked her light back, unable to move, the woman who was stuck still where she had left her. Raya turned, giving the woman a look of confusion. Unsure what she was doing.
Namaari didn’t know what she was doing either, feeling ridiculous then that she had told Raya they needed to get back to the party and then refused to budge once she agreed. Those feelings flying straight out the window when her body tugged Raya back into her arms, pushing them both back into the wall next to the cooler.
Fuck the barbecue.
It could wait.
Raya’s eyes went wide as she was pulled until her back hit the wall, a gasp tearing through her that was quickly replaced with a moan when Namaari moved her body into her space. Connecting their lips again, roughly.
Arms went flying, Raya throwing hers over the back of Namaari’s neck while Namaari herself brought her hands roughly to Raya’s hips. Tugging them into her own as she rocked into them, eliciting a sharp gasp from Raya. The woman lifted her leg to wrap around Namaaris hip.
They made out, passionately, Raya’s fingers exploring Namaari’s hair and running her nails through her scalp. Their tongues pressed against one anothers, teeth nipping at their lips. Refusing to relent, until Raya felt Namaari’s hands coming to the front of her shorts.
Popping the button open.
“I thought you said we had to get back?” Raya teased.
Namaari pushed her zipper down, giving her more space as she tugged the shorts down just a fraction of space. Raya’s perfect ass just barely in view.
“I can stop if you-”
“Don’t you dare.”
Namaari took that moment to wrap one hand around the small of Raya’s back, holding her close and steady as she dipped her hand down the front of her pants. Moaning when she was met with a cascading flow of pure want. Soaked as she gently ran her finger right at her entrance, teasing her as she used a single digit to circle the area. Delighting in the way Raya was already bucking up into her, wanting her inside.
“You sure?” Namaari asked, just to be a total shit.
“Dep la, I swear to-”
“Just making sure.”
“Na-” she began, voice hitching when Namaari plunged inside of her without warning. The rest of her words, and Namaari’s name, being completely garbled as she was lost in her pleasure. Namaari easily setting up a grueling pace, rocking into Raya roughly.
They’ve been hot for one another before, but today (possibly because of the heat) it felt like they were on fire. Namaari felt like she couldn’t get enough of her girlfriend. She wanted to reach deeper into her, slap her hips harder against her, scrape up her back as she roughly screwed her against the wall. She wanted to rip the top of her bathing suit down, paint her breasts with dark bruises from her teeth and run her tongue against them until Raya forgot her own name so lost in her pleasure.
And Raya wanted all of that too, the woman easily bending to her every single touch.
Between the teasing, the heat, and their sweating bodies, Namaari felt like she was pushing her fingers into a volcano more than Raya’s core. The woman hot for her, just as she had claimed, her body shamelessly riding the girl’s fingers as she begged for more. Rising, like her cries of pleasure, as they continued on.
Just when Namaari thought she was growing used to it all, Raya suddenly pushed her own hand down the front of Namaari’s bathing suit. Past the line, easily finding her core, sinking her own fingers inside Namaari’s hot channel.
“Fuck..” Namaari moaned, nearly falling into Raya.
Her hand let go of Raya’s leg, planting it on the wall to ground herself while. Head knelt down against her shoulder while Raya laid lazy yet passionate kisses against her head. Both of them touching each other, trying to reach deep while still confined with the clothing they’d most definitely have to change out of before they returned.
This is how they came undone, against the garage wall with both their hands down each other’s fronts. Namaari moving her fingers’ inside Raya in a ‘come hither’ motion, while her girlfriend expertly teased her clit. Raya first, Namaari following after when Raya took her free hand and smacked it against her ass again and again while she pushed her fingers deep inside her.
They breathed heavily, impossibly more sweaty now than when they first came inside. Raya wasted no time in pulling her hand free from inside Namaari’s suit as the woman stepped back, bringing her fingers to her lips as she sucked them. The sight of it nearly sending Namaari back into another orgasm. Especially when Raya turned them so it was now Namaari’s back against the wall and she dropped to her knees before her, making sure to kiss along her toned stomach along the way down.
Namaari’s eyes rolling as she kissed here right against the front of her bikini bottoms, running her tongue along it as she met her eyes. Making sure Namaari watched her as she showed her exactly what she wanted then. More than just a taste of Namaari’s cum.
As if that weren’t clear enough, Raya moved back and began unwrapping her skirt. Seconds away from making some witty, sultry or otherwise sexual comment when the door to the garage, leading into the house, popped open.
Lo and behold, Virana came through the door.
“Namaari where-!?” she went to snap at her daughter, clearly furious that she still had yet to bring the ice she had sent her to find ages ago. Her voice, and her fury, dying right then and there as she walked through the door and saw her daughter and Raya. The flush in their faces, the hot lingering smell of sex in the air, and of course, Raya knelt before Namaari with her hands untying the bottom of her bikini.
All of them froze, awkward and standing (well Raya was kneeling) as they looked at one another. It was clear what was going on and none of them dared speak, especially Namaari whose face had gone red enough that it looked like she had been sunburnt. Growing even more when her Mother spoke.
“Alright..I see you are busy..” she announced, walking carefully to the cooler to get the bag of ice, “I’ll...speak..ah..to you later.” she continued, “when you two are..done..”
Then she was gone, still her presence was like a cold shower as the embarrassment set in.
Well...embarassement for one of them.
Raya turned, smiling while Namaari gave her a flat, yet exasperated, look.
“So..shall we continue?”