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good.”
    “It’s so weird.” Carrie looked up
at the tree, shaking her head.
    “I know,” Daphne agreed, laughing
at the two of them decorating in bikinis. “It feels like Christmas in July.”
    “I know what will make it feel
like Christmas.”
    Daphne watched Carrie as she
stretched out on the white carpet. “What are you doing?”
    “Come here.” She held a hand out,
beckoning Daphne to join her as she wiggled her way under the Christmas tree.
    “Weirdo.” Daphne snorted, but she
got down on the floor, stretching out on her back beside Carrie. The girls
looked up through the branches at the white and blue lights reflecting off the
silver and white garland. It was magical.
    “Did you used to do this when you
were a kid?” Daphne asked.
    “Nah, Doc taught me,” Carrie
said. “I was lucky if the foster family I was living with had a Christmas tree
at all.”
    “Damn, I thought my childhood
sucked.” Daphne’s hand found hers and she squeezed. “At least my aunt always
got me something for Christmas. Of course, she was a hoarder and agoraphobic,
so we pretty much had a house full of presents all year round that she ordered
from QVC that no one ever got. Except the mice.”
    “Jeez.”
    “Yeah, it was a fun childhood.”
Daphne looked over at her and smiled. The lights shone on her skin, like blue
and white tattoos. “But still probably more stable than yours, huh?”
    “Probably, “Carrie admitted. She
didn’t talk about her childhood much to anyone, even Doc.
    “But you sure won the lottery
when it came to a husband.”
    “I did,” Carrie agreed, meeting
her friend’s eyes. “I’m very blessed.”
    “Maybe someday I’ll get lucky
too.”
    “I hope so. You deserve it.”
Carrie stroked her friend’s hand, her wrist, her fingertips just lightly
brushing. She felt Daphne shiver. “And in the meantime, maybe I can just share
my blessings with you…”
    Daphne smiled slowly, slyly. “I
had a feeling you might have another agenda when you invited me here.”
    “And you came anyway?” she asked,
holding her breath.
    “I came hoping.”
    There was no room under the tree,
but somehow they bridged the distance between them, their mouths meeting in a
soft caress. The kiss was sweet and gentle and full of promise. They looked at
each other under the twinkling lights of the tree and smiled, both of them
knowing where things were going.
    “I thought we’d get a little head
start,” Daphne breathed.
    Carrie smiled. “Let’s go
upstairs.”
    “I’ve got to get the salt water
off my skin and out of my hair.” Daphne turned right at the end of the hall,
into the bathroom, looking back over her shoulder, the freckles there so
kissable it made Carrie’s lips twitch. “Wanna take a shower?”
    It was a clear invitation and
Carrie took it.
    They undressed as Carrie turned
on the shower, leaving their bikinis on the floor. Carrie snuck looks at her
friend’s body as they busied themselves getting towels and checking the water
temperature, pretending they weren’t about to do what they were both
contemplating. Doc had been right, Daphne’s nipples were pink, but they weren’t
like cherries at all. They were pale and flat, the areolas around them puffy.
And Carrie had been right about her being a real redhead—her pubic hair was a
dark, wiry auburn, neatly trimmed in a little landing strip.
    “Oh god, that feels so good.”
Daphne stepped into the hot shower, steam rising all around her, her head
tilting back so she could wet down her red mane, washing her hair. Carrie stood
watching, transfixed, as her friend reached for the soap, beginning with her
breasts.
    Daphne glanced her way, smiling
coyly. “Aren’t you coming in?”
    Carrie slipped into the shower,
closing the privacy-glass door behind her. The water was warm and felt so good
that she found herself moaning too, dipping her head under the showerhead to
get fully wet.
    Daphne’s lips touched Carrie’s
neck, soapy hands moving over