Sunlight or Shadow
The car rolled along the highway through the warm spring sunshine. Cherie was at the wheel and Enya was on the stereo. Karen sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed, singing softly to the music, never mind that half the lyrics were in a Welsh dialect.
Cherie refused to drive in the city. She said the traffic was like a
Snickers bar. Full of nuts
It was the long weekend in October. A very wet winter in the state of
Victoria had everything blooming early for spring and the allergy
experts predicting a very bad period of hay fever this year.
“You sure this stuff is gonna make me sneeze?” asked Cherie
Karen stopped singing and opened her eyes.
“Surely will,” she said happily. “The walking trails around Apollo
Bay are full of wattle this Spring and millions of people are allergic
Cherie nodded slowly.
“That’s good,” she said. “I could do with something to clean my
“Oh, you’ll get that, alright,” answered Karen. “Did you bring
everything you’ll need?”
Cherie nodded again.
“Four clean hankies and a box of man-size tissues are all I need.”
“Plus my hiking boots, very tight jeans, satin blouse and my baby doll
She looked away from the road a moment to give Karen one of her leering
“let’s get down and dirty” looks that never failed to crack her
demure little lover up.
Karen burst into a fit of giggling.
“You look like a horny model,” she managed to say after a moment.
Cherie returned her attention to the road.
“Well, I’ve got the looks of a model-we both have- and I’m always
horny, so there ya go.”
The music cut to “March of the Celts”, a personal favourite of them
both, and conversation stilled as the notes drifted from the six
Unbeknownst to Cherie, Karen had a little contribution of her own to the
reason for their trip. She had rung Julie Thorpe in Canberra, the only
other person who knew about their sneezing fetish. One long
conversation later, Karen
knew where to get the finely crushed oleander leaves that had sent the
pretty political law graduate into violent sneezing fits as they
engaged in three-way girl-to-girl fun one rainy Saturday afternoon
five years ago. Karen had accidentally found, that same afternoon,
that she was also allergic to it. Now she had a sachet of it in her
handbag and intended to use it that evening.
Enya was saying how strange it was to be “On Your Shore” as they
topped a rise, a sign advising that it was ten kilometres to Apollo
Bay. Following the arrow on the sign, Cherie turned right for the
descent into the township.
“Babe,” she said. “Which do you think comes first? Sunlight or
Cherie looked at her sidelong for a moment.
“Sunlight or shadow? You’ve been sniffing my pussy juices again.”
“You know I have, but they haven’t fried my brain just yet. No,
it’s something I read
in a philosophy book last year. Sort of like the chicken and the egg,
but a more modern question.”
“No one ever solved the chicken and the egg, either. It’s an
unanswerable question,” Cherie pointed out. She looked up at the
blue sky through the windscreen.
“Plenty of sunlight up there,” she observed. “No shadow though.
That any help?”
Karen shook her head.
“There’s always shadow,” she said. “You just don’t see it all
Cherie knew this subject would reappear intermittently until Karen got
an answer or got tired of it.
“I’ll get back to you on it,” Karen said cheerfully, no doubt
reading her mind.
Through the speakers, Enya was saying that hope had a place in a
lover’s heart. The car topped another rise and both girls gasped
involuntarily. Below them, bathing in noon sunlight, was the coastal
township of Apollo Bay.
Cherie turned down a side street and found the motel without difficulty.
Deliberately, she drove past the reception office and parked in a spot
reserved for the visitors of house guests. Cherie and Karen never went
to any great lengths to hide the fact that they were a lesbian couple,
their looks alone breaking many men’s hearts, but in a situation
such as this, it was best to err on the side of caution. Karen had
merely booked a suite for two people. End of story. No
gender-specification. Just better if it wasn’t advertised that the
person with her was another woman.
She stepped from the car and headed for the office, leaving Cherie alone
with her thoughts. Cherie turned off the CD player and considered what
their main objective was this afternoon. Somewhere on those walking
trails above the town were large growths of wattle-apparently the
Australian equivalent to American ragweed- and she was going to sneeze
her head off, an action that always caused serious arousal for both of
them. What a mad world!
A minute later, the door opened and Karen’s little buttocks were back
on the passenger seat.
“Right at the end,” she said happily. “And there’s no one booked
into the room next door tonight.”
She gave a derisive sniff.
“That guy at the desk must have been eighty if he was a day,” she
said. “He seemed to think I was up here for a dirty weekend with my
boss or something.”
“Well, you’re definitely here for a dirty weekend,” Cherie said
with an evil grin. She keyed the engine and reversed from the visitors
space. They rolled through the car park of motel rooms, dotted with
other cars, many bearing interstate plates. One was from Australian
Capital Territory and Karen instinctively thought of Julie again. Wow,
that girl could sneeze!!
Thinking of Julie reminded her of the oleander leaves in her bag and she
As they rolled through the car park, she noted that their was no Room
13, not an uncommon situation in the hospitality industry.
“Room 25,” she announced, following the numbers. “Glad it’s not
26. That’s double 13.”
“Let’s go to a multi-story sometime and ask for Room 69,”
Karen pretended to be annoyed.
“Don’t you think of anything else other than sex with me?” she
Cherie pursed her lips pretending to think carefully.
“Nope”, she said finally.
“Great,” Karen enthused. “Me either”.
Cherie parked in front of Room 25 and they stepped out of the car
simultaneously. Leaving the two overnight bags on the back seat for
the moment, they headed straight for the door. Brandishing the key,
Karen had it open in an instant and they hurried inside.
The room was sumptuously furnished with a king size bed, not unlike the
one they had at home, a big-screen TV, minibar and plenty of wardrobe
space. Having done a one-minute tour of the main area, Cherie headed
purposefully for the bathroom. Karen followed in her wake, a little
slower, comparing the room’s furnishings with their own.
Entering the bathroom, she found spotless porcelain, complimentary soaps
and shampoos, plenty of towels and her lover sitting on the toilet.
“Now how,” Cherie demanded unashamedly, “are we supposed to make
love in a shower that size?”
It wasn’t unusual for the girls to shower together, which usually led
to other things at the same time. The one modification they had made
to the Toorak unit Karen had inherited was a new bathroom with a
shower big enough for the two of them. Karen poked her head in and
observed it to be a ridiculous size and would be unable to hold two
“It’s not good,” she agreed. “Don’t they realise a pair of
randy young women might want to use this for something other than a
She withdrew her head, looking wistful.
“Next time, let’s try Room
69 at the Hyatt.”
Karen collected their bags from the car and they unpacked the small
amount of belongings they had brought for their one night fact-finding
tour of wattle. Despite her annoyance at the size of the shower,
Cherie elected to have one, then prepare for the afternoon’s
Karen made coffee and relaxed on the bed, perusing the tourist brochures
until she found what she was looking for. Shortly, a shower-fresh
Cherie cruised naked through the room and began to dress in her satin
blouse and, with some difficulty, her skin-tight jeans. She wore no
bra or panties.
“I’ve found the place we want,” Karen said quietly as she eyed her
“Let’s do it then,” she answered decisively.
She took a clean white handkerchief and put it in the pocket of her
blouse. Then she opened the box of man-size tissues and put some
two-dozen into a small shoulder bag. Preparations were complete. They
drew together and hugged. The hug turned into deep kisses. Buttocks
were grasped and breasts rubbed together. The bed was in danger of
being used before evening.
Finally, Cherie broke the clinch.
“Come on, sweetie,” she said. “Take me to paradise. I want to have
This time, Karen took the wheel and a bare ten minutes passed before
they were out of the township and on a narrow tourist road. To the
left was bushland, to the right was the sparkling ocean. Abruptly,
Karen veered left into a car park, stopping as far away as possible
from the other three vehicles it contained.
She killed the engine and they sat in silence for a moment, looking at
the wooden-railed track which led away into the bush. Both were
reminded of another track, long ago, that had led to their own special
place. A place where they had perfected the intricacies of girl to
girl love. And how to use allergies for exquisite pleasure.
“There’s wattle up there according to the tourist brochures,”
Karen said, finally.
“Let’s go find it,” Cherie returned.
They alighted simultaneously, stood and checked each other out. Both
wore their tight jeans, blouses
and hiking boots. They came across as to gorgeous young women going
bushwalking, albeit, a little overdressed for the occasion. Cherie
slung her bag full of tissues over her shoulder and gave her lover a
barely perceptible nod, one of the many ways they communicated without
speaking. Karen zapped the car doors, slid the keys into her jeans
pocket, and together, they strode on to the walking trail.
Moving at a brisk pace for the next fifteen minutes, they climbed
steadily up the light slope. Coming the other way on the ascent, they
passed three groups of people and Karen supposed there were no more
left ahead of them. Three cars in the car park equalled three sets of
annoying tourists. Once they were gone,
her and Cherie would have the place to themselves.
Heads turned, male and female, as the girls strode by. However, Cherie
and Karen were not interested in social niceties. There was wattle
ahead and Cherie’s sinuses needed clearing out.
After another five minutes at the same pace, Cherie felt the
ever-familiar tingle in her nose.
“We’re nearly there,” she announced.
Karen stopped at once.
“Tickles?” she asked.
“I can’t hold onto it,” she
said. “I’ll have
She cupped her hands over her mouth and nose, unable to finish saying
“let it out.”
She bent over with the three convulsions, straightened up and checked
the thin film of saliva on her palms.
“Bless you, snookums,” said Karen excitedly. “I think we’re
“Lead the way,” sniffled Cherie.
Karen grabbed Cherie’s damp left hand and they walked another hundred
yards. Then the tickle in Cherie’s nose advanced again.
She triple-sneezed once more, this time onto the back of her right hand.
“Oh sweetie,” she moaned. “I’ve got the sneezies. There’s
Karen knew, despite her plaintive tone, her darling wasn’t really in
any discomfort. Cherie enjoyed her allergy attacks, induced or
natural, and they had led to some mind-blowing lovemaking sessions for
that very reason. At that moment, they rounded a bend in the track.
Before them, yellow clumps of wattle flowers dotted the ground. This
was the place they were looking for. They both stopped abruptly and
Cherie tuned to face her lover as her sneeze came on for the third
Karen knew what Cherie wanted to do for her and didn’t hesitate,
turning so they were face to face, as if about to kiss.
Karen felt the invigorating spray of saliva from each sneeze as it
landed squarely in her face.
“Oh bless you,” she gasped, her arousal growing by the second.
Now they did kiss, Cherie’s wet lips meeting Karen’s eager ones,
hands clasping breasts. They broke apart after some ten seconds and
Cherie breathed through her runny nose.
“Oh……sweet wattle,” she said softly.
She stood, gripping Karen’s shoulders, eyes closed and panting as her
nose tickled unceasingly. Wanting to sneeze. Needing to sneeze!
Again, Karen’s face was sprayed, her arousal now acute.
“I can’t stop,” gasped Cherie, swiping at a tendril of mucus that
hung precariously from
her left nostril and threatened to stain her blouse. Karen moved
around so that they stood hip to hip. She lifted her right hand to
gently cover Cherie’s mouth and nose. Without build-up, Cherie
launched into another explosive fit, courtesy of the wattle spoors
floating in the air.
Karen’s hand was soaked and with that fit over, she quickly examined
it, sniffing unashamedly at the saliva.
“Tissues,” gasped Cherie, fumbling at her shoulder bag. Her eyes
were watering, her nose dripping. She couldn’t remember an allergy
that had ever come on this fast and violently in the twelve years
since she and Karen had “come out” to each other. Despite
everything, the sneezing and loss of control was, like Karen, making
her hopelessly aroused.
Grabbing several tissues, she got them to her face just in time for the
Seven! Cherie could not recall having sneezed that many times in a row
The tissues were a soggy mess. She passed them to the awestruck Karen
and grabbed some clean ones.
Her nose was not going to give in while she stood amongst these wattle
plants, but it could do with a damn good blow. And that was what she
did, curtailing the next fit which was already building. With a deep
breath, Cherie blew, expelling what felt like a gallon of mucus,
getting some on her fingers in the process.
Karen grabbed these tissues as well, her vagina nearly as wet as they
were. She noted at once that they were too soggy to play with
effectively and she wished that Cherie had blown into her hanky
“You’ve got a handkerchief as well, sweetie,” she reminded her
Cherie could already feel the next fit of the sneezes coming on and her
nose was running again, despite having just been blown.
She yanked out the hanky from her blouse pocket.
“Next fit goes……ahh…….ah………into this…………..ahhh……”
She opened the hanky quickly, still panting. The sneeze seemed to pause
for several seconds, tickling violently, but undecided about release
and Cherie would have made a comical sight to anyone else but Karen as
she stood there, handkerchief poised,
a weird expression on her face.
Then the dam broke yet again.
These sneezes, caught neatly, were a little muffled, but no lighter.
Cherie wiped her nose as she lowered the hanky, but did not blow it.
“I have dever sdeezed
this buch at wud tibe,” she said in a clogged voice. “Dod eved
with a cold.”
Karen knew this to be true. She had never seen Cherie this bad. But she
was also concerned for her lover, who, despite enjoying the sneezing,
was looking worse by the minute. Karen figured they should be
retracing their steps within the next five minutes.
“Godda sdeeze aged,” Cherie snuffled, raising the hanky.
“You’ve had enough,” said Karen suddenly. “Let’s go before you
damage your sinuses or some bloody thing.”
In her concern for Cherie, she had forgotten her arousal.
“Just a ..ah….. few…..ah….. more …..I… TISSHHISSHOO!! …
This time, Cherie blew her nose copiously. She folded the hanky and
passed it to Karen, then grabbed the remaining tissues in her bag for
“Oh, we’re havig fud dow,” she said. Grasping Karen’s shoulder,
she blew one-handed into the last of the tissues. Karen sneaked a look
in the hanky, opening it to rub her own nose against the warm, sticky
mess in the cloth. Her heart and pussy pounded together and she
thought she might come on the spot.
Cherie took a jagged, wheezy breath, already building up for the next
block of sneezes. On hearing this, Karen decided that was enough.
“Cherie, you’re wheezing. We’re out of here before you have an
Cherie cast the mucus-filled tissues aside and turned to face Karen,
trying to speak.
The four spraying sneezes caught Karen half in the face and half on her
blouse. Cherie’s eyes and nose were streaming and her face was an
unhealthy red. She wheezed slightly with each gasping breath.
“Alright, let’s go,” she managed.
Karen passed her back the damp hanky and seized her free hand. They
rapidly headed back out of the clearing, Cherie cleaning various
fluids from her face and wiping her nose. However, they still
weren’t far enough away from the pollen.
Cherie partially suppressed another fit in the hanky and blew her nose
as they hurried along. After five minutes at this pace, they came to
another clearing they had passed through on their way to the
wattle-infested area. Two benches and a picnic table, all fashioned
out of radiata pine filled the space. They both sat down.
“Oh wow,” said Cherie blowing her nose yet again. She was already
starting to recover, her breathing clearer.
“Can you believe what just happened to me?” she asked. “You sure
picked a good spot, babe.”
“Are you going to be alright?” Karen asked anxiously, still clasping
her lover’s hand.
“I’ll be fine now that I’m away from that wattle and pollen,”
She fixed her reddened eyes with Karen’s clear blue ones.
“God, I’m going to need you tonight.”
As if on an unseen signal, as had happened countless times before, they
suddenly leaned together and began to kiss passionately, Cherie’s
hand straying to Karen’s breast. After half a minute, they parted
again. Karen drew back and looked at Cherie carefully.
“You sure you’re going to be alright?” she asked anxiously.
Cherie nodded and dabbed at her red nose with the close-to-useless
“We left some of those tissues on the ground back there,” said
Karen. “I should really go back and pick them up. It’ll take me
ten minutes, then we can get back to the car. It’ll be tea time
“Okay,” said Cherie. I’ll just sit here and rest.”
Karen gave the other girl a peck on the cheek, stood and moved off at an
athletic jog. The air was becoming chilly and the bush was deathly
still, save for the calls of a few birds. It was going to be a cold
night. As she loped along, Karen glanced up at the sun which was
headed down as the afternoon grew late. Shadows lengthened.
“Sunlight or shadow,” she thought. “Which comes first?”
She knew Cherie well enough to not even consider that her long-legged
soul mate had bought her story about picking up some used tissues, but
she also knew Cherie was not the type to ask her questions. If Karen
had a motive, she always revealed it in due course.
She drew abruptly to a halt. She was back in the “sneezing area”.
Four tissues were on the ground. They were already damp from the
moisture in the air, so she didn’t bother trying to separate dew
from spit and mucus, but merely grabbed them and jammed them into her
back pocket. Then, from the other pocket, she took small sachet, not
unlike the one in her bag back at the motel room. Going to the biggest
of the wattle plants, she rapidly stripped off some flowers, crushing
them to get at the powdery spoor. Within two minutes, she had a
comfortable mixture of flowers and spoor. She didn’t know if Cherie
would say yes to the plan she had for that evening, but most likely
she would, especially when she found out what Karen had brought along
She sealed the bag, secreted it back in her pocket and paused to look at
the area one last time. It had served it’s purpose and she knew it
was unlikely they would ever return. Maybe next spring they would go
to an oleander grove, she thought bemusedly.
She glanced up. The sun was definitely saying goodbye to the day.
“Sunlight or shadow?” Karen thought.
After a few moments, she turned and left the clearing without a backward
glance, breaking into the steady jog she had used to get there so
Three minutes later, she was back in the picnic area. Cherie hadn’t
“Ten minutes,” she observed, glancing at her ladies Rolex. “What
were you doing up there? Giving yourself a quickie with the snot in my
“I’ve done that today in more comfortable surroundings,” she said.
Cherie chuckled and tucked her hanky back into the pocket of her blouse.
Let’s go,” she said.
Hand in hand, they made good time down the track that they had ascended
what seemed like hours ago, although not quite ninety minutes had
passed since they had parked the car.
Soon, the car park was in sight, empty save for the silver Mitsubishi
Karen had bought out of the massive inheritance her parents unexpected
death had left her.
Ten paces from the bitumen, Cherie stopped in her tracks, still holding
Doubling over, Cherie released a single large and slimy sneeze. Mucus
dangled from her left nostril.
In a flash, Karen pulled the handkerchief from her lover’s blouse
pocket and put it to Cherie’s nose. Cherie blew gratefully.
“Oh, thank you,” she said as if nobody had ever done that for her
before. “I think my nose was just letting me know who was boss one
“It sure got a good workout today,”
said Karen, thinking of her plan for this evening.
They stepped onto the bitumen and approached the car. As they did, a new
Mercedes with New South Wales plates entered the car park. An elderly
couple were ensconced within. The female looked with haughty shock at
Cherie and Karen’s linked hands as the car rolled past.
“They’re talking about a senior position for me at work when old man
Babbidge retires next year,” said Karen, zapping the doors. “Maybe
I should buy a Mercedes to go with the image. It’s not like I
can’t afford one.”
“Don’t let money go to your head, babe,” answered Cherie, climbing
in and closing her door.
“It doesn’t, it goes to a few other places, though,” said Karen
with a wolfish grin.
She put her hand between Cherie’s legs and got a girlish giggle in
return. Then, in silence, they both looked up at the bush land they
had just been in. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, there could
be no more beautiful sight, until the next one was found.
“Sunlight or shadow?” Karen wondered. She still couldn’t decide.
She rolled the motor over and a moment later, they were cruising out of
the car park and back to Apollo Bay.
Within ten minutes, they were rolling back into the motel car park.
Karen zapped the doors and they headed quickly for the room.
Conversation was minimal as they changed to skirts and high heels.
Cherie blew her nose one last time and repaired her makeup, damaged a
little from her watering eyes. The years together had taught them
sexual self-control. Instead of pouncing on each other the second they
were behind closed doors, it was time to eat first, then have fun.
Sifting through the brochures for local eateries, Karen found what she
“The Apollo Bay Licensed Steakhouse,” she read. “Shall we?”
“As long as it’s got chips and salad, I’m in,”
replied Cherie, combing her thick, luscious hair.
The sun was well and truly down as they left the room and headed on foot
to the main street of the
township. It was drawing down dark and most businesses were closing
for the day. Cherie and Karen strode along arm in arm, chatting and
giggling animatedly. They looked for all the world like a couple of
sisters out for the evening.
In contrast to the surrounding businesses, the Apollo Bay Steakhouse had
just opened and there were few customers inside. The girls were
quickly shown to a table, drawing appreciative glances all round,
which, as usual, they ignored.
They ordered a porterhouse each (with chips and salad) and a bottle of
the most expensive red on the wine list.
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it,” Karen remarked blithely when the
young waiter had gone, his tongue almost visibly hanging out..
“You found the answer to your question yet?” Cherie asked.
“Sunlight and shadow,” Karen mused. “No I haven’t. I’m not
sure there is one.”
Cherie regarded her unblinkingly, waiting.
“What did you think of
our little adventure this afternoon?” asked Karen.
“Adventure? Hell, I’ve never had sneezing fits like that in my
life,” Cherie told her.
Karen decided to say something about her plan for the evening, anyway.
“I haven’t finished
with you yet,” she said, the wolfish grin returning.
“More sneezing?” asked Cherie.
“My nose will never be the same again,” Cherie moaned, although she
knew whatever Karen had planned, it was going to end up in some pretty
“Your nose will be fine and so will mine after I’ve finished
sneezing and given it a good blow,” Karen told her.
Cherie regarded her a moment. Karen blowing her nose was a rarity in
“What are you going to use to…..wait a minute……Julie?”
Again Karen nodded, grinning hugely.
The conversation turned to Julie Thorpes’ work in Canberra, the
national capital. The Gay and Lesbian Counselling Service that Cherie
worked for had received a massive amount of funding that year, funding
that was usually very difficult to get. Both girls were certain that
Julie had been behind it, pulling some strings.
Their steaks came, done beautifully, and talk lulled as they ate and
“Tell me something,” Cherie said, when they finally slowed down. She
toyed pensively with her wineglass. “Which female celebrity would
you most like to see sneeze?”
“That’s easy,” replied Karen, spearing the cucumbers from her
salad. “Kylie Minogue.”.
Cherie nodded sagely.
“Mmmm….Kylie,” she said, doing a poor Homer Simpson impression.
Karen giggled, unable to swallow her cucumber.
“You’re incorrigible,” she said finally.
Cherie drained her wine.
“So am I,” she beamed.
Karen polished off a large chocolate mousse for dessert while Cherie
worked on a mudcake, something too rich even for Karen’s sweet
“You’ll be wearing that in a few days,” Karen told her.
“I’ll go jogging in the morning,” Cherie said, waving a hand
She had never jogged in her life and her weight barely fluctuated,
regardless of what she ate. The wine was gone and there was a warm
glow in it’s place. Both girls were eyeing each other off with more
than a little interest, idly playing footsie under the table. If there
were more sneezies to be had in the privacy of their room, why not
Cherie went to the counter and passed their waiter a hundred dollar
note, inviting him to keep the change which, after the expensive wine,
amounted to little more than five dollars. The young man looked like
he’d just been blessed by Mother Teresa.
They headed for the exit. By now, the place was over half-full, the
noise level much increased. By the take-away counter, they both
observed a sleazy looking local about their age, but dressed in dirty
jeans and a battered leather jacket, taking a definite interest in
How many times had this happened? Too many not to know they were about
to have to repel the well-worn “Hey, what you ladies doin’
tonight?” line, or
it’s countless derivatives.
As they drew level with the yobbo, it was clear he was going to accost
them. Karen put a hand firmly on Cherie’s buttocks. Cherie turned
instantly, a hand going to Karen’s breast. Their lips locked in a
firm kiss. The man drew back, clearly horrified. The noise level in
the restaurant seemed to diminish abruptly as he wasn’t the only one
who had seen this act, even though it barely lasted three seconds. It
had the desired effect, though.
They swept through the door, Karen rubbing salt into the wound with a
backward glance and a chortle of derisive laughter. They disappeared
into the night, motel-bound.
A few minutes later, they were walking up the driveway which was now lit
by arc-sodium lights. The mild high they’d had from the wine was
quickly wearing off in the chill air. The sea could be heard rolling
in the distance. Arms linked, vibrations tingled between them and they
both knew there was a wonderful session ahead.
Karen unlocked the door and they slipped inside like phantoms. She
locked it firmly behind them, took two steps and flung herself into
Cherie’s arms. Their lips locked, tongues tangled and they edged
backward toward the bed.
With a giggly shriek, Cherie fell back onto it, Karen on top of her.
They continued smooching for several more minutes, both highly
aroused, but holding back for the ultimate. Finally, Karen rolled off
and sighed contentedly.
“Did I hear you say you’d brought your baby doll nightie?” she
“You did,” replied Cherie gravely.
“Welllll………,” said Karen, drawing the word out. “We can get
started once you’ve got that on and a clean hanky.”
Cherie cocked an eyebrow.
“Will you sneeze for me again?” Karen asked softly. “It’s a bit
more private and intimate in here.”
“How am I going to induce it?” Cherie asked, then immediately added,
“You didn’t go back to that clearing just to pick up some used
tissues, did you?”
Karen shook her head.
“I’ve got something here for you and I’ve something for me
afterwards,” she said. “So you better make that two hankies.”
The hint that Karen would have sneezies as well galvanised Cherie into
action. She sat up abruptly, stood and hurried to the wardrobe. Karen
watched the graceful figure with a grin, then stood up herself and
began to undress. Within three minutes, Cherie had on the skimpy satin
nightie with a monogram of a sleeping angel on the front. Karen was
clad only in her underpants which she knew Cherie would take off when
she was ready.
Collecting the sachet of raw wattle spoors from her bag, where it had
been secreted before they went to eat, Karen put the contents out onto
a saucer. Cherie wandered over, brushing her long silky hair.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asked, quickly backing away again.
“Wattle spoors. It’s what I went back to collect. I wasn’t sure
you’d go for it.”
“I’ll go for it, but I’d better come like an express train
afterwards,” Cherie told her in a mock growl. She put down the
hairbrush and picked up two clean handkerchiefs.
They sat down on the bed, Karen holding the saucer with its volatile
“When you’re ready,” she said softly, “I want the first fit
right in my face. I need to feel your warm, wet saliva again.”
She spoke as though Cherie had never done this before today.
“I’ll do that for you,” Cherie said very quietly. Her voice became
an almost hypnotic murmur.
“You love watching me use my hanky……for blowing…….for
sneezing……for spitting……you get off on it, don’t you, you
Karen nodded wordlessly, then cocked an eyebrow in question. Cherie gave
a barely perceptible nod in return. Deftly, Karen lifted the saucer to
her lover’s nose. Cherie inhaled deeply, then jerked her head away,
already beginning to gasp.
“Ohhhh…..tickleicious,” she managed. Karen quickly pulled the
saucer away out of the line of fire.
Cherie turned, bringing her right leg up underneath her and her face
some ten inches from Karen’s.
Karen’s face was instantly bathed in the special “magic fluid” as
Cherie’s sinuses took her over for the second time that day.
“More,” Cherie gasped.
The saucer was instantly under her nose again, the allergen doing it’s
work as Cherie opened one of the handkerchiefs.
Though muffled in the hanky, the second block was bigger and wetter,
Cherie struggling to retain her coveted spit in the cloth. Her eyes
watered and itched. This was powerful stuff. She wiped at her lips,
then her runny nose, but did not blow it.
As she had that afternoon, Karen sat wide-eyed and aroused as she
clutched the saucer.
“Whoo,” said Cherie, snuffily. “More babe.”
A third inhale. This time Cherie cupped both hands over her mouth and
nose. Something else Karen also loved to see.
Quick as a flash, she raised her wet palms and wiped them against
Karen’s face. The crotch of Karen’s underpants was now visibly
damp. Cherie’s eyes teared and her nose ran freely. To an outside
observer, the sight would have looked the most bizarre in the world,
but the two young women doing it were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
Cherie moved even closer to Karen and put an arm around her shoulders.
As she took a breath, Karen heard a barely perceptible wheeze, just
like the one she had heard in the wattle patch that afternoon
Cherie gestured again for the saucer and Karen raised it a fourth time.
From her position, Cherie was able to aim directly down onto Karen’s
perfect breasts. Karen felt her lover’s body convulse with each
sneeze as her boobs were sprayed liberally.
Seven minutes and four sneezing fits. Cherie’s face was reddening,
smeared with saliva, mucus and tears. She wiped at it with her hanky
and drew a shuddering snuffly breath. This time, the wheeze in her
chest was clearly audible.
“That’s it,” said Karen. “You’re wheezing again. It’s
For answer, Cherie raised two fingers of each hand to her nose and gave
a short, sharp blow. Karen knew what was coming and was not
disappointed as two pairs of mucus-covered fingers danced momentarily
on her nipples. Cherie’s own nipples were clearly visible through
her nightie, her breasts and pussy tingling wildly.
She bent to Karen’s left nipple, her tongue moving busily, lapping at
the sticky fluid.
“Just one more fit, sweetie,” she murmured against the breast. “A
good sinus clearer”.
She sat up and swiped at her eyes and nose with the hanky that lay in
her lap. Both of them were breathing hard for different reasons.
Cherie coughed into the hanky and wiped her nose again.
“One more, Karen. Please,” she repeated.
Reluctantly, Karen raised the saucer. Cherie brought her head down to
meet it, inhaling through her clogged nose. For a moment, it seemed
like it would not work. Perhaps her nose had had enough. Then…..
The sneezes, seemingly the most powerful of the day, took on a
raspberry-like sound as her furious nose reacted. This time, Cherie
didn’t cover or share, her head convulsing downwards to spray
copiously in her lap. Mucus hung in a long strand from her left
nostril, then dropped onto her leg.
Again, she sprayed over her bare legs.
At long last, she used the hanky, blowing gluggily three times before
pausing to check her breathing.
“Think I overdid it,” she managed and blew again. She hawked up a
large wad of phlegm in her mouth and spat it into the hanky.
Reluctantly, Karen stood and went to the door with the saucer of
wattle spoors. Unlocking it, she threw the allergens into the night
with a flick of the wrist. They were carried away on the light breeze
that had sprung up. Closing the door again, she hurried over to her
bag and retrieved the second sachet containing the crushed oleander
Cherie was still cleaning herself up, blowing her nose and dabbing at
her red eyes. Despite her intense discomfort, she was still highly
aroused and hoped Karen’s contribution would take no longer than
hers which had been a bare ten minutes.
Karen returned with the refilled saucer and resumed her position on the
“Are you okay now, honeybunny?” she asked worriedly.
“I am now,” she said. “Take those spoors away and I’m fine again
in five minutes. Today’s been too sneezy for me even. That
wattle’s powerful stuff.”
“Well, that’s gone, but now I’ve got this,” Karen told her with
a wicked smile.
“Let’s do it,” said Cherie, taking the saucer. She put the second
hanky within reach and held the saucer under Karen’s eager nose.
Karen inhaled the sharp odour of the oleander almost as deeply as
Cherie had done to the wattle. For a moment, she didn’t think
anything would happen, then….”Atchoo….choo…..choo…..choo…”
Her nostrils flared at this unannounced disturbance. She put a finger
under them and drew in a breath through her mouth.
“Hell’s teeth,” she said. “That’s potent stuff too. How did
Julie ever stand it?”
“Julie’s sneeze was as big as mine,” Cherie remembered, thinking
of the obvious attraction between Karen and Julie that afternoon some
She dragged herself back to the present.
“Would you sneeze in my hand?” she asked.
“Yeah, but you won’t feel anything except my breath,”
Karen told her, one eyebrow strategically cocked.
“I know, but it’s a good feeling,”
Karen grinned and bent to inhale the oleander again. This time the
tickle came more readily and Cherie lowered the saucer, replacing it
with her hand which she clamped gently across Karen’s nose and
Cherie felt tiny puffs of breath against her palm and her lover’s body
convulsing with each sneeze. Just as Karen had felt for her earlier.
It had always mildly annoyed Karen that her sneezes weren’t bigger,
although the feeling of release was always pleasant. She picked up the
hanky and dabbed at her
“Wow,” she said. “I’ve never been as resilient as you when it
comes to inducing.”
“Well at least you can induce,” answered Cherie. “Do you think
your nose will run?”
For Karen to get a runny nose was a rarity.
“Both sides are a bit wet,” Karen said, rubbing the organ in
question. “One more hit should do it.”
Cherie raised the saucer a third time. Karen inhaled deeply, then pulled
away. She rubbed her itchy nose, made facial contortions and sniffed
repeatedly. Cherie realised she was trying to aggravate her nose
further by holding back the impending sneezes.
“Baby, don’t, you’ll hurt your sinuses,” she said urgently.
“Gotta bake by dose rud,” said Karen, almost cheerfully. She bent to
inhale again. When she lifted her head, Cherie saw her eyes tearing
and glistening mucus in each nostril. Karen flexed her nose again,
still trying to hold back the tickle. Too late. Abruptly, she lost
That was the hardest Karen had ever sneezed in her twenty five years.
For a moment, they were both quite awestruck. Then…..
“Oh, by dose,” she gasped. “What have I dud to id?”
She grabbed up the hanky, opened it and blew one handed.
“Let’s have a look. Get anything?”
Karen opened the hanky again and they both looked at the small patch of
mucus glistening on the cloth. Cherie reached out and touched it’s
“There’s not a lot up there, hon,” she said sorrowfully.
“Never has been. You can testify to that,” Karen quipped.
Cherie glanced at the saucer of oleander.
“Do you want to sneeze again?” she asked.
Karen closed the hanky and dabbed at her nose with it.
“No,” she said. “I want to make love.”
That did it. Cherie was up like a shot. She crossed to the kitchenette,
put the saucer of oleander on the sink and was back in a trice.
Melting together, they kissed hungrily. Cherie began to peel down
Karen’s underpants with one hand, the other still around the
girl’s waist, lips and tongues still intertwining. Finally, they
dropped and Karen stepped out of them, not breaking the kiss. She
pushed against Cherie and they both fell back on the bed, Karen on
top, revelling in the feel of Cherie’s nightie against her bare
Finally, the kiss broke.
“Pussy,” gasped Cherie.
At once, Karen moved down and buried her head between Cherie’s legs.
Parting the little folds that she was so familiar with, she inserted
her tongue. Cherie gave a little squeak, then stroked Karen’s hair
as she enjoyed the pleasures being given her from down below.
Karen gave it thirty seconds, already hearing Cherie’s heavy panting
begin to quicken. Then, she went for the clitoris. Cherie’s panting
intensified, joined by little ecstatic cries as she got ready. Then
she was there, coming hard and convulsively in a long rush, the
pleasures of the day and night all culminating.
With a long drawn-out sigh, she began to descend. Karen slowed her
licking, face stained with Cherie’s juices.
There was silence for a few moments.
“Geez, that was a quick trip,” Cherie deadpanned.
Karen giggled, sprang off the bed and grabbed the tissue box. Taking
half a dozen, she wiped her face, then began cleaning the saliva and
vaginal juices from between Cherie’s legs.
“Mmmmmm…..thank you…..,” Cherie murmured, still floating around
on the plateau stage.
“When you’re finished, hop up here and put your little bottom in my
Karen knew instantly what Cherie had in store for her on this special
occasion. Throwing away the tissues, she climbed on, manoeuvring
herself into position. At once, she felt her cheeks being parted and,
at the same time, two fingers of Cherie’s left hand, the remainder
holding the right cheek, sliding inside her pussy.
Karen was in heaven, shivers running up and down her spine, everything
tingling. The girls had made love in countless positions and Cherie
had spent a long time perfecting this one, synchronising her fingers
and tongue to give Karen maximum pleasure.
Now, as this pleasure intensified, Karen’s thoughts returned to
several hours earlier in the bush.
The images of Cherie sneezing helplessly, but joyfully, amongst the
wattle plants, floated through her mind’s eye. The thought of that
lovely white handkerchief filled with Cherie’s saliva and mucus.
That did it. The sensations grew even stronger and she pushed back a
little. That was the signal. The licking grew faster and the fingers
moved quicker, shifting without warning, to her clitoris.
Karen tried to hold back and may have been able to succeed for several
more seconds, but her timing was off and she was forced to surrender
to her joyous orgasm as she came hard, her body jerking like there was
an electric current running through it.
“Oh…..oh……..ohhhh…..Cherie, my darling….lick me….lick
Then she was descending, reflecting belatedly that it was a good thing
there was no one in the room next door. Slowly, like she had
arthritis, Karen climbed off and lay down next to Cherie.
“Thank you, sweetie, that was beautiful,” she murmured, nuzzling her
“Thank you!” answered Cherie, leaning in for the inevitable kisses.
Their limbs twined slowly, in afterplay, love radiating between them.
Throughout their twelve years together, Cherie and Karen’s
relationship always seemed to be subject to unseen signals between
them. It was as if by one of these that some fifteen minutes later,
they slid apart and sat up simultaneously. Cherie went to the toilet
while Karen pulled back the quilt, cleaned the used tissues and put
her underpants in her overnight bag, not intending to use them again.
Stark naked, she padded to the door and threw the oleander out into
the night, in the same direction as she had the wattle spoors. Cherie
returned and hopped into the bed.
Karen used the toilet also, glanced around the room, then got into bed
beside Cherie. Even though it was a king-size, and would comfortably
hold four, they scooted together in the middle, cuddling up
“Another strange day,” Karen observed softly.
“We’ve had a few of them over the years,” murmured Cherie.
“Is your nose sore, hon?” Karen asked.
“Yes, come to think of it.”
“They feel red.”
This last was almost inaudible and silence fell. There was the noise of
a car arriving in the forecourt outside, footsteps and voices as other
guests found their rooms.
“Who would have thought you and I would have come this far and done
all the things we have over the years?” Karen asked.
Cherie did not reply and after a moment, Karen twisted her head to look
at her. Cherie’s breathing had slowed and her eyes were shut to the
outside world as she slept. Karen grinned, reached up and turned out
the coachman-style lamp over the bed.
For a motel room, it was surprisingly dark. Karen closed her eyes and
nestled even closer to the girl of her dreams.
At around 3.30, Karen awoke from a deep sleep. Her bladder was full and
her mouth tasted strange from the wine and rich food. She disentangled
herself from the still-sleeping Cherie, got out of bed and padded to
the toilet. Her nose was sore, also, she noted, from the extra-hard
sneezing it had done that night.
Her bladder successfully drained, she drank deeply from the tap, belched
contentedly and looked out of the window. The back of the motel was
not lit and all she could see was the night sky above.
“Sunlight and shadow,” she thought. “There’s no real answer.
They don’t come first or last. They just follow each other. God,
I’m a dork.”
She returned to bed, cuddled into Cherie and was quickly asleep again.
When she next woke, it was nearly eight o’clock and Cherie was propped
on one elbow, wide awake and watching her.
“Good morning snookums,” she purred.
“Good morning lambchop,” beamed Karen sleepily.
“You’ve been down deep,” Cherie told her. “I wasn’t sure you
were breathing at first.”
“Not breathing could ruin the whole day,” she said.
Her mouth opened in a yawn and Cherie slipped a hand over it, feeling
Karen’s hot breath. The yawn became a double and Karen put every
effort into it. Finally, her mouth closed and she sank back onto the
“When’s breakfast?” Cherie demanded, her culinary appetite beaten
only by her sexual one.
Karen glanced at the clock.
“I ordered it for eight, so any minute now if they’re on time,”
Cherie was about to reply when a strange, but oh-so-familiar look came
over her face. She raised her hand in a vain attempt to cover, but it
was too late.
“HATISSHOO!” she sneezed, a light spray hitting
Karen quickly reached out her own hand, but Cherie shook her head.
“It’s just the one,” she said. “Last of the wattle fumes still
up there, no doubt.”
She rubbed her nose reflectively.
“You’d think it wouldn’t have to sneeze for a fortnight after
yesterday’s effort,” she considered.
Then she observed her little soulmate with her familiar lecherous leer.
“Would you like to…..?”
“I’d love to,” said Karen and promptly pulled her down in an
embrace pussy already moistening with anticipation.
There was a brisk knock at the door.
“Oh bugger,” they said in unison and began to giggle.
“Right, I’ll let the breakfast in,” Cherie enthused, leaping from
She opened the door to a plain, middle-aged woman who gave a start at
seeing such a gorgeous female in a baby doll nightie. The woman
muttered a quick “good morning” without making eye contact, before
handing Cherie the breakfast tray and hurrying off down the walkway.
“Sure are friendly folk here,” Cherie allowed, closing the door with
her foot. She returned to bed and they began ripping into the bacon
and eggs, toast and coffee, that Karen had ordered before they went to
tea the previous night.
“Going shopping before we head home?” Cherie asked as they ate.
“Now that’s a silly question,” Karen answered. “Gotta get some
Wherever they stayed outside of Melbourne on their weekend jaunts, Karen
always bought T-shirts, tea towels and assorted touristy stuff. After
breakfast, Cherie put the tray outside the door and hopped back into
“Now, where were we……?” she queried.
This time, she pulled Karen down and the two of them nuzzled intensely.
Pausing only to remove her nightie, Cherie gave attention to both
Karen’s upper and lower lips. Soon, they were making love again,
although more relaxed than last night. Giggling, whispering and
changing positions regularly, they finally both came, the tidal wave
of pleasure rolling effortlessly yet again.
Lying spent, in the tangled bedclothes, Karen reflected on the past 24
“Walking, sneezing, good food, good wine, good sex, offending the
locals,” she listed. “We sure know how to go about it.”
“Practice makes perfect, doesn’t it?” agreed Cherie.
By ten o clock, they had both showered and dressed. Bags were installed
in the car and Karen went across and paid the breakfast bill. The
woman who had come to the door earlier was behind the counter and
Karen tipped her to be the old man’s daughter. Conversation was
minimal and Karen was quickly in the passenger seat of the car, Cherie
turning towards the main shopping area, adjacent to where they’d
been last night.
Momentarily, they were parked and out of the car again.
“That’s the place we want,” said Karen, pointing to a souvenir
shop a few doors away. She breezed along, Cherie following in her
Inside the shop were all manner of items from boomerangs to caps, sports
apparel to footballs-and the ever-popular T-shirts and tea towels. All
were monogrammed for one specific purpose- to remind the mug tourist
that they had visited Apollo Bay, Victoria, adjacent to the Great
Ocean Road, thank you for coming and spending lots of money.
The counter was attended by a very pretty, slightly built girl who
couldn’t have been more than nineteen. With their natural
observation for such things, both Cherie and Karen immediately noticed
that this girl was not having a good spring. Her nose was red and she
looked congested. However, there was genuine warmth in the smile that
greeted her customers.
“Good morning,” she said. “I’m by myself here, so just whistle
if you want me.”
“Will you come then?” Karen asked brightly. “I mean just come, not
have an orgasm.”
Both her and the girl burst into giggles. Cherie went red. This coastal
air was certainly having an effect on Karen. She was never this
familiar with strangers.
The girl hefted a cardboard box full of stock from a nearby trolley and
zipped away down an aisle. Cherie and Karen went down another and
Karen quickly found what she was looking for, exclaiming
delightedly over the different designs
“You haven’t worn a third of the T-shirts you bought on our last two
trips,” Cherie bemoaned.
“Summer’s comin’, babe. I’ll have a different one for each
We’ve got more tea towels now than we have dishes.”
“Must go dish shopping then,” Karen beamed.
Soon, she had a nice little pile, including a cap for them both. They
headed back to the counter. As they approached, a strange and wondrous
sight greeted their eyes and ears.
The cheerful teenager had returned to the counter, but was clutching a
white tissue to her mouth and nose, sneezing lightly, but wetly, into
it. She blew her nose and tuned towards them.
“Oh dear, excuse me,” she said. “My hay fever is such a bother at
this time of year.”
“Oh I know just what you mean,” said Karen. “My friend here
couldn’t stop sneezing yesterday. There’s so many allergens in the
She made a show of looking at the girl’s nametag.
“Are you taking anything for your hay fever……Jenny?”
Jenny looked crestfallen.
“No. I can’t afford to buy medicines. I don’t make much here on
junior wages and my parents don’t care. They’re too busy
organising the town council.”
A bell went off in Karen’s mind and she looked visibly shocked.
“That’s a disgrace,” she said. “Putting your own selfish
interests ahead of your daughter.”
Her purchases came to some $67. Karen passed her a hundred dollar note.
“Why don’t you keep the change?” she invited. “Buy yourself a
nice lunch to take your mind off you sneezies and sniffles.”
Jenny looked astounded.
“But I can’t….” she began.
“Yes you can,” Karen said firmly. “A thirty three dollar tip is
nothing to me.”
She picked up the two bags Jenny had packed.
“You should ask your doctor to refer you to an allergy specialist as
well,” she went on. “Find out exactly what you’re allergic to
and how to treat it.”
Jenny finally found her voice.
“You’re not a real live angel, are you?” she asked cheekily.
“No, I’m the girl your mother never warned you about,” Karen
They both burst into giggle again, Jenny finishing with a discreet
sniff. Karen turned to go, looping her arm through Cherie’s.
“Have a not-so-sneezy day, hon,” she said with a smile.
Jenny looked like she’d just been blessed by Mother Teresa, same as
the waiter last night.
“Hey, you guys too,” she beamed. “And thanks.”
They left the store and walked quickly towards the car.
Why did you
do that?” asked Cherie, suspecting the answer anyway.
“Easy. She reminded me of myself,” replied Karen.
She came to an abrupt halt.
“Here. Can you put these in the car? I’ll be five minutes.”
She handed the bags to a bemused Cherie, gave her waist a quick squeeze
and hurried across the road to a chemist shop. Cherie noted this
before continuing to the car. She realised what Karen was about to do
and couldn’t help but feel that her little lover was way too caring
to be a corporate paralegal.
Karen breezed back into the souvenir shop. Jenny was at the counter,
wiping her nose on a tissue. There were several customers there, but
they were out of earshot. Karen was at the counter in a trice, looking
determined. Before Jenny could speak, she pushed across a small parcel
she had been carrying.
“Jenny, I’ve bought you some Zyrtec tablets to calm your sneezing
and runny nose. They’re non-drowsy, but only temporary. See your
doctor, see the allergy specialist.”
Jenny’s cheerful demeanour was now only one of confusion.
“Miss, why have you done all this for me?” she asked. “That thirty
three dollar tip and all?”
She stared at the parcel of Zyrtec as though it were a plutonium-fuelled
“It’s not Miss, honey, it’s Karen. And Nurse Karen directs you to
take your medicine.”
She reached out and gave Jenny’s hand a gentle squeeze
“Be well, sweetie,” she said. She turned, zipped through the door
again and was gone.
Cherie was leaning against the car, reading the paper, as Karen
approached. In one movement, she folded it and hopped behind the
wheel. Karen climbed into the passenger seat and pulled her belt on.
“You do what I think you did?” asked Cherie, rolling over the motor.
“Yep. She didn’t understand why I did it, either,” replied Karen.
“I hope she sees the specialist.”
Cherie paused to give way to an oncoming car, then turned right towards
the highway that would take them along the Great Ocean Road and back
down to Melbourne.
“You should have been a nurse,” she said.
“Yeah, a nurse with a sneeze fetish,” Karen replied. “I could work
in the allergy ward.”
Apollo Bay faded behind them and Karen put Deep Forest into the CD
Back in the souvenir shop, Jenny finished with the last crop of
customers and opened the box of Zyrtec. Inside were two-dozen
capsules-and a neatly folded hundred dollar bill. She looked out of
the plate-glass window that fronted the shop. The gorgeous angel
called Karen was long gone. She had hopped into a waiting car with her
What a very strange morning it had been. Abruptly a sneezing fit came
upon her. Unable to grab a tissue in time, she covered her mouth with
Finally reaching for a tissue, she dabbed saliva off her palm and blew
her nose. Checking that there were no fresh customers requiring her
attention, she got two of the tablets from their wrapping and headed
for the employees room to get a glass of water.
The car cruised along, the African chants of Deep Forest emanating from
“Well, did you figure out which came first? Sunlight or shadow?”
Cherie spoke without taking her eyes off the road, even though there was
no traffic in front of them.
“Nope,” replied Karen. “There’s no answer to that one. They just
follow each other in an endless loop.”
Cherie nodded wisely.
“Thought so,” she said.
“Hmmmm…..well you can laugh. It’s your turn to cook tonight,”
Karen told her.
She waited a beat.
“So, I guess we better send out for pizza.”
Cherie wasn’t noted for her cooking skills. The object of her
good-natured scorn turned and poked her tongue out.
“Yes, I’ll use that tongue later, thanks,” said Karen.
Deep Forest chanted.
Minutes passed. They were nearly halfway back to Melbourne. Cherie took
her left hand off the wheel and reached out for Karen’s right.
“I just love you so much,” she said.
Karen squeezed the hand and looked at Cherie, suddenly going
“I love you back-always,” she said, just above the sound of the
They cruised on down towards the city.
Life surely was grand.