Everlasting Summer

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Atlanta, Georgia, 1988.

The hottest summer of the past fifty years.

The Cold War is reaching its climax, but things have never been hotter. America is absolutely burning up, and the temperature is only rising. In one of the busiest cities in the South East, even finding a place to cool off is starting to become a rarity. An ice cold glass of Coca-Cola, even one that's lukewarm is better than the blistering heat outside as kids boil eggs on the sidewalk, and cars are abandoned on the side of the road because the air conditioning just can't keep up with the ungodly heat that's showering down upon the city. It's truly a trying time for the residents of the most popular city of the South, but for a certain eighteen year old girl, lost in the last few years of her High School Career, it's one of the most idyllic moments of her entire life.

And that girl's name?

Kammi.

Her full name is Kammi Tanesha Okenekevwe, if you must know. But it's a name only invoked by her mother in the most dire of circumstances. When her room is discovered to be a mess, when the dishes have yet to be cleaned, and worse yet, when her mother catches the teen's eyes lingering a bit too long on her fellow girls. Yeah, Kammi has her eyes on the girls, even if society isn't too keen on that just yet. She simply can't help it though, Kammi simply has her eyes on the fairer sex. Which, all things considered, isn't too bad. Especially when one considers that Kammi herself isn't quite female. Between the 'girls' legs lies a rather oddly fitting appendage, though one that isn't too uncommon...

However, to make matters all the more complicated, nothing pleases the ebony teen quite like white girls. Especially this time of year. Every buxom blonde, rude red-head, and beautiful brunette is heading out onto the city streets in the skimpiest of clothes. And Kammi finds it harder and harder to avert her gaze from those boundless tracts of pale and tanned skin alike. And today, it would turn out, was going to be the hardest yet.

It had started out as any other. Kammi, barely dressed in a pair of jeanshorts that hugged her ample rear and barely contained her hefty uncut cock, a basketball jersey that strained ever so slightly against her breasts, and her classic red snapback which gave way to a flowing head of silky black hair, had just been out of her mother's quaint little apartment that was nestled between downtown Atlanta, and Little Five Points. The morning sun was already causing heat-waves to roll up from the harsh asphalt, and simply standing at the foot of her apartment complex was no way for Kammi to spend her day.

The only question is, where does she go now?