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Tamara would strip and go spread a towel on the balcony so she could lie out and roast herself in the sun. Christine liked watching her when she did that. Tamara turned everything into a ritual; she always took a good five minutes to get the towel smoothed out to her liking, so there were no wrinkles in it. The muscles in her back flexed gently as she worked; Christine would sit in the living room pretending to read, watching her room-mate over the top of her book. When she'd finally got the towel down just right, Tamara would turn briefly to Christine with a little aren't-I-silly smile, then begin rubbing lotion onto her body. So many times, Christine had thought about putting her book down and walking out to the balcony, asking if she could put the lotion on for her. That would have been so nice, feeling her lotion-slicked palm glide over Tamara's already brown skin. She had the vague idea that Tamara's skin would feel slightly downy, like there was a fine, silky fur all over her. Silly idea, but Chrisine really liked thinking about it. She never did offer, though. They'd only been living together for a couple of months, and they'd never gotten to know each other very well. When Tamara wasn't at work, she was off with friends or at the clubs or with whatever guy she was fucking at the moment. A real social butterfly, that was Tamara. She had better things to do than sit around reading all day. Soon enough, Tamara would be sprawled face-up, naked and gleaming, out on the towel. Her eyes would be closed, allowing Christine the luxury of closing her book and feasting her eyes on her. Tamara was so pretty. Tall and dark, with bronze hair that tumbled around her shoulders, and big eyes - God, such eyes. Even if she hadn't had such good tits, or such beautifully curved hips, or such a fascinating little triangle of dark fur between her long legs, those eyes would have been killer. Eventually - after about fifteen minutes - the pressure building up in Christine's brain and body would get to be too much for her. She'd tuck her book carefully under her arm and stroll casually around the coffee-table, across the bit of floor that separated the living-room from the balcony-door. She'd lean in the doorway, sighing in an outrageously fake way about what a beautiful day it was, and Tamara would shift a little and go mn-hmm like it didn't much matter to her one way or another. Christine's eyes wouldn't be on the sky, though, or the sun on the trees that surrounded their apartment building, or even the balconies of the other apartments. She'd be looking right down at Tamara's body, feeling herself getting wet between the legs. In the months they'd shared the apartment, Christine had thought a lot about what it was that Tamara reminded her of. It was an academic exercise, something to think about when she got a little disturbed by how excited her room-mate made her. She'd settled finally on a sphynx; not the big statue in Egypt, but the Greek kind that asked people riddles and tore you apart if you couldn't get them right. A beautiful synthesis of woman and lion, breasted and furred and fascinatingly dangerous. Tamara would have laughed at that. Tamara laughed at a lot of things. On this particular day, Christine didn't stop at the doorway. Something guided her out onto the balcony, wincing a little at the hot concrete floor under her bare feet. She sat down on one of the folding-chairs they had set out, and laid the book in her lap, gazing down greedily at her sphynx. It was harmless enough, she told herself. Everybody looked at Tamara, boys and girls alike. She was so damned beautiful. "So damned beautiful..." she said, her lips moving thoughtlessly to follow her thoughts. Tamara's eyes opened and looked at her. "What did you say?" she asked softly. Excitement jumped up in Christine's belly, and a sharp, metallic taste of fear filled her mouth. She looked away from Tamara, her lips working frantically, silently. Her fingers twisted the paperback book in an agony of embarassment. "Nothing," she whispered. "I didn't say anything." "I don't believe you," Tamara said softly. END
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