The Big Enchilada

seemed to cloud over. Her tongue ran over her lips, and her hand came up to the bikini top, pulled at the small bow that held it together, and it dropped off, revealing firm breasts with large brown nipples, straining and taut. Her hand dropped to her hip, untied the knots there, and the bottom triangle fell to the floor of the shower.
    I cupped a breast in each hand and squeezed hard, feeling the tight young flesh. I put my thigh between her legs and she rode up and down on it, pressing her mound into my leg. Her breath was coming in harsh gasps, a low moan coming up from deep in her throat. She tensed, squeezing my thigh between both of hers, digging her fingers into my shoulders, small cries of pleasure being forced out of her. She relaxed, started to move on my thigh again, and almost immediately tensed again. This was repeated several more times. Her breasts were swelling within my grasp and were covered with gooseflesh. I dipped my head and sucked hard on one of her nipples, causing her to squeal with delight.
    She stepped back, looking at me with the expression of mindless animal hunger I have often seen before. She bent over and ran the tip of her tongue lightly up my penis from the base of the shaft to the head which she lightly kissed. She stood up, and with a sudden growl of urgency, she clung to me. She reached down, maneuvered my penis between her legs and settled down onto me. Her hands went around my neck, and she lifted her legs and wrapped them around my hips. Her teeth were biting into my shoulder, and she was sobbing convulsively. Putting my hand under her buttocks I stepped from the shower, turning off the water with my other hand.
    I easily carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. I got her legs over my shoulders and pressed my full weight down on her as I moved inside her. As I continued, she started to shiver and shake uncontrollably, her cries of surprise and mounting pleasure growing higher until her body sagged, totally spent. I finished off quickly, and left her lying half off the bed, tossing her head from side to side, moaning quietly under her breath.
    I went back to the shower, rinsed the sweat off me and toweled down. The girl was still lying there when I went back to the bedroom to dress. I put on some clothes and looked at my gun lying on the dresser, considering whether or not I should wear it. I decided I wouldn’t need it for a while at least, and it was too goddamn hot anyway, so I’d just keep it in the glove compartment of my car. There are few things more uncomfortable than carrying a heavy piece on a scorching hot day.
    By the time I was ready to leave, Lili or Lindi or whoever had entered the world of the conscious. She looked at me confusedly.
    “You’re not going out, are you?”
    “Things to do, kiddo,” I said as I walked from the bedroom, seeing her mouth fall open in dismay. I crossed to the front door and called back to her. “Make sure the door’s locked when you leave.”
    As I shut the door I heard a wail of despair. “Ohhh Sammm...”
    I hoped she wasn’t going to turn out to be a pain in the ass.

SEVEN

    I felt okay when I left my apartment, but the feeling soon deteriorated when I felt the full force of the heat. It was only a little after ten, but already things were starting to shimmer. Even the neighborhood’s stray dogs found it too hot to scavenge around the garbage cans, and lay exhausted, panting, in small patches of dusty shade.
    I got in my car, put my gun in the glove compartment, started up, and backed out into the street. The part of the Valley I lived in looked particularly dismal in the heat. The lawns were all brown and dry. The trees withered and drooped. Even the plastic bushes some people used for landscaping looked limp. Maybe they’d melted. A layer of dust had settled on everything, changing all colors to a uniform gray. And this was with water. Christ! What would it be like when the tap was turned off for good? All the natives would pack up their unsinkable Volkswagens and head across the Pacific for new lands on which to bestow the blessings of their civilization. The buildings would collapse, the pavement would crumble, the plastic palm trees would disintegrate, and it would return to the desert it originally was, where pitiful, mangy Indians dug and rooted in the hard ground for the grubs and beetles on which they survived. Looking at the endless rows of dumpy drive-in food joints broken only by the occasional