“HOT FLASHES”
Series: The Golden Girls
Pairing: Dorothy/Rose/Blanche/Sophia
Submitted by: SilverYoni

[. . .] Blanche sashayed into the living room, eager to model her sequined bathing suit for the girls. “Well, what do you think of my new bikini?”

As always, Sophia didn’t mince words. “What do I think? I’ve seen smaller disasters at the Bikini Atoll. At least there they handed out tinted goggles.”

Blanche shrugged it off. She had learned long ago not to let the sassy Sicilian get to her. “You laugh, Sophia, but I’m going to look stunning in Dr. Fowler’s Jacuzzi.”

Dorothy felt a twinge of jealousy. Blanche was going on so many dates, Dorothy hardly got to see her anymore. “You and Dr. Fowler have been spending a lot of time with each other lately. Is it getting serious?”

“At her age?” Sophia blurted. “Take it from someone who knows: it’s hard to be serious when you laugh every time you see each other naked.”

“Well, let me put it this way,” Blanche said, turning her shimmering backside to Sophia. “Let’s just say these days I’m getting my checkups for free.”

“You always get your checkups for free,” Sophia retorted. “The only difference is these days it’s by a doctor.” Sensing she was getting some attention for a change, Sophia tried to impart some of her hard-earned wisdom. “You know, this reminds me of a story. Picture it: Sicily 1913. A young girl in her ‘experimental phase’ meets a buxom Swedish nurse named Ilsa — ”

“Ma, please!” Dorothy knew she had to cut her mother off or they’d be hearing about her sexual exploits all night, including her imagined pre-WWII dalliance with Mrs. Mussolini. Blanche, however, wasn’t even listening as she struggled to unfasten her bikini.

“Oh poop, this clasp is stuck. Dorothy, will you help?”

“Please! Go in the bedroom!” Sophia protested. “If I see your shriveled bosoms one more time, it will put me off prunes for good. And I need them to stay regular!”

“Don’t pay any attention to her, Blanche. I’ll fix it.” Dorothy led the way to the bedroom. This was her chance to tell Blanche how she really felt. Sure, she wasn’t rich like Dr. Fowler or young like that jai alai player who kept leaving his cesta basket in Blanche’s backseat, but Dorothy could give her something no man could. Besides, she was a handsome woman, and Blanche was a slut. What was there to lose?

Blanche closed the bedroom door behind her and continued tugging at her suit. “Thank you so much, Dorothy. I think I see a sequin jammed in the clasp.”

“What a surprise. You see something shiny and you want to take your top off.”

Blanche wasn’t surprised to hear a slut joke at her expense, but something about the way Dorothy said it made her suspect her roommate was testing the waters. Dorothy undid the clasp on Blanche’s top. For just a moment, her hands lingered against Blanche’s bronze skin. It was the only sign Blanche needed. “It doesn’t have to be shiny.”

“Oh yeah?” Dorothy said, smoldering with desire.

“Yeah!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh yeah — ”

Dorothy grabbed Blanche by the shoulders and kissed her roughly. Blanche was caught off guard. She was usually the one to make the first move. Blanche felt the strength in Dorothy’s hands. She was stronger than most of the men she dated. It turned her on, and that in turn turned Dorothy on. Dorothy couldn’t believe what was happening. She started to worry she was making a mistake but stopped herself. You’ve wanted this so long, she thought. Just enjoy it. It was at that moment that Rose barged into the room. Blanche pulled away, but not before Rose saw everything.

“I’m so sorry! I thought you were in here making paper snowflakes for the Winter Ball,” Rose blurted, her cheeks turning the same color as her name.

“Rose! Why in God’s name would you think we were making snowflakes?”

“Sophia told me you were in here scissoring.”

“Rose, you idiot!” Dorothy snapped. “Close the door and get in here!”