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"Symptoms...?" the woman asked, her grin fading.

Blue eyes rolled. "Oh, yeah. It was so bad, she couldn't even pee without having to fill the tub with water to dilute it." A thought seemed to cross Foley's mind and she peered at the platinum blonde before her. "You have gone to the clinic, haven't you? I mean, everybody she's been to bed with should."

"Wha..." the woman croaked. She cleared her throat, setting the bottle down on the counter. "What are you talking about?"

Hampton turned around to blink at her. "The herpes, what else?"

There was a long silence as the groupie took in this new information.

"That little shit didn't tell you, did she?" Foley demanded, hands on her hips. As the blonde shook her head no, she exploded, "Damn it! She is so irresponsible! Max! Can't we do something about this?"

The bald man grimaced and shook his head. "All we can do is let people know, Lisa."

The woman wobbled a bit, the conversation swirling around her as the couple came up with platitudes to ease the shock.

"It's alright, honey," Foley said. "I've heard it's pretty difficult to get it.... you know.... woman to woman."

"But, isn't that how Jordan got it?" Hampton asked in confusion.

The pair watched as the woman excused herself. They shared a grin between them as she disappeared into the living room. A few seconds later, the front door closed and a car could be heard starting up outside. As it faded away into the distance, laughter filled the kitchen.

The third time Jordan reached for her missing bottle, she became annoyed. What the hell's taking her so long? She have to drive to fucking Texas or something? The redhead had a good buzz going and wanted to maintain it for the festivities later in the night. With a grumble, she rose to her feet and headed into the house. Even a beer would keep her level of intoxication up enough before the whiskey arrived.

Her boots scraped against the concrete patio and she slid the screen door open and stepped inside. The only light was the one directly over the kitchen sink. The dishwasher was humming diligently away and the counters and table appeared freshly wiped down. On the end of the counter was the empty Johnny Walker bottle.

Jordan approached it with a frown. She picked up the full fifth of whiskey standing right beside the empty. She cast around with her senses, but the feeling of being alone in the house was overwhelming. Maybe she went to the bathroom...?

Taking the bottle with her, she stepped into the dark living room. The streetlight out front gave enough illumination to see the bathroom door yawning open and empty. "Well, shit..." A quick glance outside yielded no solid answers, either, as Jordan wasn't too sure which vehicle the woman had been driving. So many women, so many cars, a wry voice quipped.

The redhead returned to the dark patio. She straddled the end of a bench and lit up a cigarette, watching the festivities in the yard.

At some point in the past, a fifty-five gallon drum had been converted to a fire pit in the backyard. This was where most of the partiers were in attendance. There were still about fifteen people around it, illuminated by the flames. They laughed and drank as they bullshitted one another, telling tall tales and playing 'Remember When?' They were seated on old wooden benches and cracked plastic chairs. A boom box had been brought out and it was playing Anthrax's latest CD.

Well, it looks like my night is shot all to hell. Jordan cracked the seal on the whiskey and took a long swallow. You can always fuck your hand, Horny Jordie, one of the voices responded and she grimaced.

The redhead set the fifth on the ground beside her and lay back on the bench. She watched the smoke from her cigarette meander upwards until it disappeared in the darkness. The sounds of music and laughter drifted across the night air from her left. Another sound intruded on her rare moment of peace. Frowning, Jordan turned her head to look to her right.

In the darkness, Atkins and his date had slunk away from the group and the fire. She was pinned against the wall near the corner of the house, firm legs wrapped around his waist. The tall man was hungrily devouring her neck, a large hand kneading her bared breast. The noises that had gotten Jordan's attention were the soft moans the woman made as Atkins thrust into her.

"Oh, God," the redhead groaned, looking away. "Why me?" As if she wasn't hot and bothered enough, the aural delights from nearby were putting her over the edge. Unbidden, her free hand slid under her t-shirt, moving upward with tantalizing slowness. A sigh escaped her lips as she caressed her breast, imagining another's fingers on her, another's moans floating in the night air. The redhead teased her nipple to erection, a stab of fire pulsing through her as the woman nearby groaned louder in unison.

A fresh round of laughter from the yard drew Jordan's attention. It looked like the party was breaking up - people were standing, collecting debris and personal items, talking overloud as they prepared to make their way back into the house. Grumbling, Jordan removed her hand and sat up, taking a long drag off her cigarette. Emerald eyes scanned the group of people, not finding anything or anyone of interest. Wonder where Sonny went? she thought idly, her gaze traveling up to the teenager's bedroom window. The lights were out. Probably went to bed.

The thought of Sonny naked in her bed fueled the ache between her legs. Taking a final pull off the cigarette, she tossed it into the butt can nearby, shaking her head ruefully. Time to go jack off and get drunk, Jordan thought as she rose to her feet. She stopped only long enough to scoop up her bottle before strolling towards the stairs that would lead her to an empty room. An empty life.

Jordan paused at the top of the stairs long enough to take another deep draught from her bottle. And then she capped it and opened her door. She got two steps into the room, shoving the door to close behind her, before she froze at the sight.

The beat up dresser she owned had been cleared off, the top of it covered in candles of various shapes and sizes. The glow illuminated the rest of the room and her green eyes were drawn towards the mattress on the floor. The perfunctory sheets and thin blanket had been straightened out. A few candles had also been placed on the milk crate that served as her nightstand. The windows were open with just enough of a breeze to cause the flames to flutter. Shadows sweating on the wall. The scent of roses and soap filled the air. Soap?

A warm body pressed against her back and hands reached up to cover her eyes. Despite her startlement, Jordan refused to jump at the touch. The odor of soap intensified. Aha! She took a shower and then waited here for me! Pleased that she wouldn't be resorting to Rosy Palm for relief, the redhead leaned into the woman. "I thought you'd gone," she murmured.

One hand was removed from her eyes, the other sliding over to compensate. "Shhhhhh," was whispered into her ear before warm lips caressed it. And then a piece of cloth was covering her eyes, the woman tying it off at the back of her head.

Jordan frowned at this and considered whether or not to allow the blindfold to remain. Several reasons to remove it were screamed from her depths - first and foremost being the issue of control. Still... It would be a hell of a lot easier to imagine a certain ebony haired teenager in this woman's place without the glaringly visual evidence to the contrary.

As she debated with herself, the woman behind her continued. The bottle was pried from the redhead's fingers and set to one side. Warm hands reached under the t-shirt and began a slow massage of the lower back muscles. As the hands moved upwards, the shirt was brought with it, laying bare more and more of Jordan's back.

Ah, fuck it, the guitarist thought with a sigh. When the hands got to her shoulders, the woman leaned against her again and Jordan could feel erect nipples rubbing her shoulder blades. A sudden rush of arousal followed the imagined sight of Sonny being behind her. "Mmmm..." she purred. "That feels nice, baby."

The t-shirt was pulled over her head and discarded. The woman paused only long enough to readjust the blindfold. And then the hands were back in contact with the smaller woman's skin, massaging her neck, gently moving the red gold hair to one side. Lips caressed the juncture between shoulder and neck, teeth occasionally nibbling a wet path.

The agonizing slowness was killing Jordan. As the woman snaked her hands around the taut abdomen, she forced herself to wait a little longer before taking control of the situation. One hand reached up and caressed the same breast that the redhead had played with moments before on the patio. A nipple was rolled between thumb and forefinger.

At the same time, another flash of fantasy caused Jordan to moan thickly - she and Sonny on the side of the house in the same position as Atkins and his date. The image was so strong the guitarist could almost feel the teenager writhing against her as she slowly thrust into her. "Oh, God," she groaned, swallowing with a suddenly dry mouth.

Both hands dropped to the heavy belt buckle, prying the thick leather loose from its fastenings. Soon, the shorts were opened and fingers played amid red gold curls. The woman made a sound as those fingers dipped into wetness, a deep, throaty moan that was echoed by Jordan. The smaller woman rocked against the hand as her shorts slid down to puddle at her feet. The redhead pressed backwards, feeling the tickle of hair on her rear.

Jordan was still standing in the exact spot where her vision had been hampered. The room lay before her, a photographic image against her eyelids in a final flash of candlelight. I might be blindfolded, but I ain't blind. With strong hands, she grasped the woman's wrists, removing them from play.

Sonny froze. Shit! Busted! Her heart rate, already pounding in her ears, seemed to triple.

It had been risky, this plan of Foley's. She licked her full lips. But it was worth it. Very worth it. It had all hinged on whether or not the guitarist would accept the blindfold. When she had, the teenager's heart soared. And then she became lost in the sensations of soft hair and skin, finally able to hold and taste what she'd been desiring for so long.

But, the teenager couldn't figure out what she'd done to tip her hand. She hadn't spoken a word, not wanting to be discovered by her distinctive voice. Foley had suggested a shower to removed all perfumes that would identify her. No clothing that would cause the redhead to wonder exactly who was seducing her. And that had been the scariest part - hanging around in Jordan's room without clothes on.

The redhead's baggy shorts slipped over the burgundy combat boots she was wearing. She stepped out of them, releasing the woman's hands. In four confident strides, Jordan was at the foot of her mattress. She turned and sat down, working blindly on the laces of her footwear. I wonder why she's still standing over there, she mused in puzzlement. It's not like her to hold back.

Sonny's heartbeat eased a bit. Not caught! Whew! She watched as the smaller woman finished removing her boots before scooting further onto the bed and lounging back on one elbow. But, can she see me? she wondered, having noted the sureness of the woman's steps.

"Playing hard to get?" Jordan asked with a sultry smile. Her free hand traveled up and down her abdomen in slow motion.

Mesmerized, Sonny approached and knelt on the mattress.

The guitarist felt movement on the bed. The hand on her belly reached out and slipped up a smooth thigh. She grinned at the sigh she heard. "C'mere," she whispered, reaching out.

With Jordan guiding her, heedless of the blindfold, the teenager found herself straddling the redhead's hips. Callused fingers moved up her sides, over her shoulders and behind her head, pulling her down for a kiss.

Their lips met, a frenzied melding of tongues and teeth. Sonny's elbows were on either side of the guitarist's head, supporting her weight. The unusual sensation of naked breasts against her own sparked a liquid fire within. Jordan's hands were wrapped tightly with ebony hair as she continued her assault on the teenager's mouth, tongues engaged in passionate battle.

Breathlessly, Jordan broke off the kiss, roughly pulling the woman's head to one side and baring the tender throat. She attacked it with a vengeance, reveling in the deep moan she heard. With little effort, she could imagine Sonny's throat creating the sound. Her body responded with a flash of hunger and she bit down on the pulse point.

Sonny was unable to keep still during this new attack on her senses. Unconsciously, she rocked her hips, wetly marking the smaller woman's pubis. Red gold curls glistened damply in the candlelight. The dark woman transferred her weight to one side, reaching for a breast. As she massaged the flesh, she heard another growl and felt Jordan push her hips upward against her center.

The redhead worked her way down the long neck so trustingly offered with lustful abandon. She pulled the woman's head further above her own until her tongue was able to trace around a puckered nipple. The woman above her quivered and a salacious smile crossed Jordan's face before drawing the nipple into her mouth and suckling powerfully.

"Ohhhh," Sonny sighed. She felt teeth pinching the erect nub while her neglected breast ached with desire. The throbbing between her legs intensified and she ground down against the woman beneath her, panting.

The women moved together, finding a mutual rhythm. As they strained against one another, Jordan released her grip on the teenager's hair. Both hands traveled down to knead full breasts and she licked a fiery trail towards the second nipple, receiving another moaning sigh for her efforts. God, she's responsive tonight! she marveled. She must be really turned on!

Firmly attached to the woman's other nipple, the redhead's fingers scratched a trail along sensitive sides. There was a gasp and the woman shuddered, redoubling her efforts as she increased the friction between them. Jordan gripped the woman's undulating hips, visualizing Sonny above her, riding her. Maybe this blindfold thing ain't so bad after all....

Her lower lip hurt from biting down, trying to overcome the urge to speak, to plead, to scream Jordan's name over and over. Sweat glistened on Sonny's body in the warm glow of the candles and she could see the same was true for the woman beneath her. And then one of Jordan's talented hands strayed further down, squeezing and kneading a pliant rear before slipping around front. As fingers other than her own stroked her center for the first time, the teenager almost growled in frustration at her inability to speak.