2 broke girls: And The Hot Summer Afternoon. Part 1
(A/N: Here's that other part I promised! Hope you like it! It's hotter than the other one (forgive the pun))
Caroline sighed as she wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handmade sweat rag that Max gave her. It was ninety degrees outside and humid. Caroline was sitting on the couch, wearing shorts and a tank top, not bothering herself with a bra as she wasn't going anywhere. Her golden hair wafted by the fans pointed in her direction. The top clinging to her from the sweat she made. Overall Caroline felt like she was melting.
She heard the click of the door as Max walked in. Even in this unbearable heat, Max had managed to still keep her composure. Without really trying Max had looked great. She wore a simple blue dress that accentuated her curves that Caroline quickly traced with her eyes. As per usual the top three buttons of her dress were undone, revealing the top of the two things Max could always count on.
Her chest was slick with sweat beads. She had on her usual boots, the soft click of them on the hardwood floor was a sound that Caroline was all too familiar with. Her hair was in the same style that it always was in. Her pitch black hair rolled free down to shoulders, though some of it was stuck to her neck with sweat. As Max walked in, Caroline saw that between the full wine red lips; that she envied, was a green popsicle.
It put a plethora of dirty images through her mind that she had to shake out.
"Oh, did you get me anything?" She asked trying to distract herself. Slowly pulling out the Popsicle out, giving more mental images on her head
"Sure did blondie." She said in a risqué tone. She made her way over to Caroline, swaying her hips as she did. She sat across Caroline's lap. The feel of Max's skin sticking to hers made her feel uneasy.
"What're you-" her question interrupted by Max pressing the Popsicle against her lips. Before she could protest Max had said.
"Relax; we share everything already don't we? What's a Popsicle and a little saliva between friends, amirite?" She offered while tracing Caroline's lips with the icy treat. As she opened her mouth to speak, Max slid the Popsicle into her mouth. The taste of the cheap lime now coated Caroline's tongue as well as Max's saliva. The mixture of the two in her mouth was a sensual experience for her that left her mind going in a thousand different directions.
Max pulled the Popsicle out; Caroline's mouth in an "O" craved more of it.
"Good isn't it? I know how much you like lime." Max said while repositioning herself to sit on Caroline while facing her. She waved the Popsicle in front Caroline's face. She tipped the now melting Popsicle over Caroline's chest. A piece of it fell onto her collarbone. The icy treat gave her goose bumps and made her gasp at contact.
"Oops, how clumsy of me. Here I'll get it." She cooed. She leaned forward and started to lick the mess. Her tongue was wide and warm on Caroline's skin. The nimble muscle of her roommate licked around in a circular motion where the Popsicle fell. Caroline moaned throughout the cleanup, her hands found their way to Max's waist. Max sat up, her job complete. She licked her full lips in a slow, seductive motion.
"I've seen the way you've been looking at me lately; I'm not as dumb as I look sweetie." She said as she dripped more of the Popsicle on her.
"It's okay, though" she started licking her chest again.
"It's the same way I've been looking at you." She said between licks. She thoroughly cleaned Caroline's chest of the sticky lime Popsicle juice. A piece of it fell into her cleavage, and Max's tongue followed. She slowly circumnavigated her way around the small mounds that Caroline called her breasts. With Max's tongue bathing her, all Caroline could do is moan louder and louder. Her calls of ecstasy were heard throughout their tiny apartment.
"Shhhh" Max purred at her.
"Don't want Sophie to come down here, do we?" Max asked her. She raised her tank top and started to rub the Popsicle along the outlines of her abdominal muscles, making the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
"Although, we do want you to come down here" she said getting on her knees in front of her. Before she could ask what she meant, Max put the remainder of the Popsicle in her mouth. She opened her legs, leaned forward and continued her work on Caroline's abs. While tracing the sticky juice on her stomach, Max started to pull down Caroline's shorts. Caroline moaned through the Popsicle in her mouth, licking up the taste that Max's mouth had left.
Soon Max had cleaned up her stomach and had pulled down her shorts to her ankles. She softly kissed her way down, past her belly button, lower and lower to her prize. Caroline grabbed a handful of the onyx locks and moaned deeply as Max's tongue started exploring the deeper areas of Caroline's groin. Her body writhed in pleasure, tugging Max's hair with greater force, this only further the intensity that Max's tongue lapped.
"OH GOD!" She shouted. She took the now empty Popsicle stick out of her mouth and threw it aside. Tell her! Her mind told her. Mustering all the sense she could get, she said a little loudly.
"MAX BLACK I LOVE YOU!" She yelled at her. Hearing this Max stopped her tongue exercise. She stood up and moved to sit back on Caroline's now exposed lap. Her was face close enough to feel Caroline's jagged breath on her lips.
"I love you Caroline Channing" she draped her arms around her and pulled her closer. Their lips were about to collide in a sweet embrace.
Caroline gasped as she woke up alone in her bed. She coated in sweat, not all of it from the high temperature. She looked down to see both of her hands were plunged into her underwear and in herself. She searched the room quickly, seeing no sign of Max. Oh thank she's not up yet she thought to herself. She exhumed her hands from her pants and quickly ran to the bathroom. She washed her hands and the sweat from her face.
She looked at herself in the stained mirror, questioning her behavior. She placed her forehead against the filthy glass. The cool surface and water on her face felt nice.
"Damn it" she scolded herself.
"That's the third time this week." She softly said to herself.
End part 1