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I didn't write the following story, I'm just reposting it.


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Subject: Katie/Lyn Chapter 1 -- At the Movies (ff, teen, cons)
From: an242967@anon.penet.fi (Gina Marie)
Date: Fri,  5 Apr 1996 17:45:04 UTC

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The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in setting
age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this and I'd
never have written it.
IMHO, if you can read and enjoy, then you're old enough to read and enjoy.
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Subject: Kate and Lyn (1/7)


Chapter 1 -- At the Movies

By Gina Marie Wylie

 I looked at Bill Shearer with a weary expression on my face. He was
talking at length about his latest Nintendo victory and I was about
bored out of my skull with it. I didn't go out on many dates; I thought
to myself, and it certainly showed up in the quality of the date I go
on. Before Bill it had been Randall; he'd wanted to get in the back
seat and neck. If that had been all that he wanted, we might have had
a good time. At least Bill was more or less harmless that way. Dull,
though. For the millionth time I wondered how you met someone who was
interesting?

 Suddenly Bill was waving, and I saw someone across the movie theater
wave back. I turned my head to get a better look, as Bill was saying,
"There's the friend I was telling you about, Donny Wilder." Donny was
short, a trifle pudgy and he was trailed by a girl about my own age. She
was petite, about five feet two, thin, with long brown hair, down past
her shoulder blades. "Kate," Bill said introducing us, "This is Donny
Wilder, he's in physics with me, Donny, this is Kate Hanson."

 I nodded at him and he nodded back. "This is Marilyn Swain, except
she likes to be called Lyn." The two boys sat down next to each other,
and immediately started talking about some new Nintendo game Donny had
gotten.

 Lyn smiled at me and held out her hand. "Nice to meet you, Kate."

 I lightly shook her hand. Her grip was firm. Did she squeeze back? It
was hard to say. I was a little intrigued. "Nice meeting you, Lyn. Looks
like we're losing out to a machine."

 She laughed, a pretty sound. I found myself watching her every move.
After a minute or so I realized she wasn't wearing a bra; I found
the idea oddly exciting. "Yeah. Donny can be a real bore sometimes.
Particularly when he's talking about his damn Nintendo games."

 I couldn't say why, but I kept glancing at Lyn as the two of us sat by
ourselves, talking, deserted by our dates. Lyn was wearing jeans and
print blouse, the top two buttons of which were undone. Just before the
lights went out, Lyn leaned down to get some gum out of her purse. My
eyes were drawn to the last undone button and I found I could see one
of her breasts; small and conical, mostly nipple, down the front of her
blouse. It was strangely thrilling, more so when she straightened back
up and I saw her expression. She'd done it on purpose! She'd wanted me
to peek! I felt tingly in my middle.

 The lights flickered and to my surprise Bill made no move to get up
from his seat and join me; so I stayed where I was, while Lyn at least
was sitting next to Donny. It seemed like during the entire movie Bill
and Donnie kept talking to each other.

 At one very dramatic point in the movie I felt Lyn reach over and
squeeze my hand, just for a second. I glanced at her from the corner
of my eye and saw she was looking at me. I gave a little squeeze back,
surprising myself. I could see a smile on Lyn's face while her hand
tarried on mine another second, then moved away. Later, Lyn was digging
in her purse for a kleenex and when she straightened up her fingers
brushed my bare leg. I found I was more thrilled than if Bill had done
it; not that he would. I wasn't sure if Lyn was interested in me, but
I decided that I wanted to find out. At one juncture during the movie
I reached out and put my hands on my leg, but such that the back of my
hand was brushing Lyn's thigh. Lyn's leg seemed to press more firmly
against mine.

 After the movie Bill wanted to go over to Donny's house to try out the
new game. I didn't particularly want to, but Lyn pleaded with me to come
along. The drive over to Donny's house was fairly short and in a few
minutes the two boys were lost in the damned machine. Donny's parents
were out someplace and the four of us were alone in their big house. Lyn
and I watched for a few minutes as they turned on the computer game and
played, ignoring us.

 Lyn announced she wanted to go freshen up. They hardly noticed and Lyn
and I went to the main bathroom. It reminded more of a public bath;
there was a long counter in front of a mirror and a smaller alcove for
the tub and toilet. We stood primping in front of the mirror talking
about inconsequential things. I'd been wondering about what I thought
were certain signals coming from Lyn at the movie theater and felt a
little thrill every time I glanced at Lyn, my mouth dry.

 Lyn took a small vial of perfume from her purse, and unbuttoned another
button of her blouse, dabbed some of the rose-scented liquid on her
fingers and rubbed some between her breasts. As I had seen earlier Lyn's
breasts were quite small, mainly nipple and again I caught several
glimpses of them. I saw Lyn watching my image in the mirror. My eyes
were drawn back to her breasts. "I sure wish these were bigger," Lyn
murmured.

 I nodded, and added before she could take it wrong. "Yeah, I have the
same problem!" I ran my hand down the front of my blouse over one of my
AAA nothings. One thing I noticed though, my AAA nothing nipples were
erect. And my own touch made them stiffer, if anything, along with a
pleasant sensation that suffused through me. If Lyn hadn't been there,
I'd probably have touched them again.

 "You know," Lyn said, "maybe we ought to try a little trick on the
guys. You're wearing a skirt, I'm wearing jeans. I think we're close
enough to the same size to swap."

 I giggled. "To see if they notice?" I asked. Lyn nodded and I said,
"Sure! Let's do it!" I unzipped my skirt and handed it to Lyn, while she
handed me her jeans. I found myself aroused looking at Lyn standing in
her panties, I noticed her eyes were on me as well. For a brief moment
we stood looking at each other's bodies, before we hurriedly dressed and
went out to where the guys were still playing with the damn game.

 It would have been funny if it wasn't funny at all. For half an hour
we tried to talk to them, but the machine kept winning the battle.
If either of them noticed the change they didn't figure it was worth
comment. Finally I got really pissed and told Bill that I had to be home
soon.

 Lyn spoke up. "Well, I gotta be going too. Look, I've got a car. Maybe
I could drop Kate off?" I'd wondered about how we were going to handle
the logistics of changing back. Now I was really surprised; the last
two times we'd gone out Bill had taken me home and we'd necked for a
while in the family room; my parents were good about not coming down to
check up on us. Bill was shy and we'd never passed the heavy smooching
stage, but I've always liked being cuddled. Now, when he agreed with
Lyn's suggestion, I was upset. Poor guy didn't know it, but in my head
where there was a list of people I wanted to go out with, his name got
rubbed off the second he agreed. I wanted to go with Lyn, which maybe
wasn't fair to him, but tough! Lyn and I gathered up our stuff silently
and went outside.

 "What a pair of jerks!" Lyn said as we got into her car.

 "Yeah, I don't believe it! To be dumped for a damn video game!" We
grinned at each. I was tense, unsure what was going to happen. I knew I
wanted something, but I was afraid to think about what.

 Lyn let out a gusty sigh and I looked at her curiously. "What are you
thinking?" I asked finally.

 She shook her head. "You'd be shocked." Lyn replied, still looking
straight ahead.

 "No I wouldn't!" I replied stoutly.

 "Well..." her voice trailed off. "Scoot over here next to me and I'll
whisper a secret in your ear." I thought it was a little odd; who could
hear us in the car? But, I did as bid. Lyn leaned close, her mouth right
next to my ear. "I want to kiss you, Kate" Her voice was barely audible.
She pulled back a little and said in a more normal voice, "Are you
shocked?"

 I shook my head. Suddenly her hand was on my chin, turning my head to
face her. Her lips pressed down firmly on mine, and I kissed her back,
almost from the first moment. The kiss went on for some time, before
both of us mutually broke apart to catch our breath.

 "Did you like that?" Lyn asked softly.

 I nodded and this time I leaned close to Lyn to kiss her. One of Lyn's
arms went around my waist and this time it was a very long kiss. It was
Lyn who broke this time, sighing softly. "I could do that all night."

 "That sounds nice," I murmured back.

 Lyn looked around "We should go, before the guys notice and wonder what
we are doing sitting here with the windows all fogged up!" I looked, and
sure enough, the interior of the windows were misted over.

 Lyn started her car, and we sat quietly for a few seconds while the
engine warmed up. She turned to me and reached out for my hand. "Kate,
would you really like to do it some more?" She rushed her next words a
bit, "We could go somewhere and park."

 I was unsure, I'd never thought about doing anything remotely like this
with another girl. Lyn kissed me again, quickly this time. I felt the
faint tip of her tongue between her lips. "Please?" She pleaded quietly,
squeezing my hand gently. I nodded, and Lyn smiled, and put the car into
gear. I continued to sit next to her in the middle of the seat, holding
her hand.

 We drove a few minutes, just a few, and I saw we were at the outskirts
of the shopping mall parking lot. Lyn pulled into a space well away from
anything, and shut off the motor. For a couple of moments we looked at
each other then she was pulling me closer to kiss again.

 After a second I sort of let my mouth come open, and Lyn's tongue came
into it. I really hadn't had all that much practice, and Lyn seemed to
have not a whole lot either; in any case enthusiasm carried the day. We
made out for a very long time, it seemed. Sometimes Lyn would kiss my
neck and throat, another time she kissed and licked my ear; even putting
her tongue in it and gently blowing into it. It was strange at first to
be kissing another girl, weird, but I liked the way it felt.

 In fact I was feeling very, very good. A couple of times with guys
I'd gotten a little excited; Bobby, my boyfriend before Bill, and I had
progressed past the smooching stage, to touching one another through
our clothes, and on one memorable night, I'd not worn a bra, and he
had unbuttoned my blouse and licked as well as touched my breasts. I'd
always thought that Bobby lost interest after finding out how little
was hidden by my bra. After Bobby and I broke up I'd lay alone at night
in my bed where I found ways to make myself very excited, touching
myself in all my secret places. I was very excited now. I tried kissing
Lyn's ear the same way she had mine, and I could tell she was excited
too, although I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise. I found
myself looking down the front of her blouse again, one breast was mostly
visible, including the nipple. The desire to reach inside her blouse and
touch her was nearly overpowering.

 After a second she turned to me again, and this time our tongues really
went after each other. After another long kiss Lyn was kissing me on my
throat again and I liked that a lot. I started stroking her hair, which
I thought felt very sensual.

 Then Lyn's kisses moved lower, and she was kissing the nape of my
throat, right above my blouse collar. I could feel her lips on the skin
of my chest, pushing my blouse gently out of the way. For a moment I
wondered if she knew how close to my breasts her lips were, when I felt
Lyn gently unbuttoning the top button of my blouse. Lyn's kisses moved
along the edge of my lacey bra, her tongue lightly tracing the faint
swelling above my breasts.

 Lyn looked up at me briefly. "Is this good for you Kate?" she asked
softly.

 "Oh yes," I breathed, "very good." I wasn't sure which I liked better,
her kiss, or the feeling I got from stroking her. Her fingers brushed
aside my bra and my breast was clearly visible in the light from
outside.

 Her lips brushed the swelling lightly once again. "I want to kiss you
very much, dear Kate." I wanted Lyn to kiss me as well, and I applied
the gentlest pressure, pushing her head just the slightest bit down,
Lyn gently kissed my nipple, her tongue moved against it, licking and
rubbing it to hardness. She seemed to know every sensitive spot, and
when she sucked on it as well as tonguing it, I could not believe how
good it felt. At the same time her fingers were exploring my other
breast.

 After a few minutes Lyn's lips returned to mine, and I found out what
my nipples taste like. I was very aroused and I moved my hand to slide
inside her blouse. My fingers glided over her warm skin, feeling her
soft roundness fill my hand. Lyn's titties looked a lot like mine,
small, little more than bumps. But my nipples were larger, and the tips
got thick when they were hard, like a fat pencil eraser. Holding Lyn's
breast in my hand was very arousing; emboldened by the feel of her
little tittie and erect nipple beneath my hand, I leaned down and nipped
her lightly, before using my tongue to assuage any pain I might have
caused. Lyn gasped, and clutched my head tightly to her bosom.

 I licked and sucked first at one of her mounds, then the other before
I too returned to kissing her. Time seemed to slide by effortlessly as
we took turns pleasuring each other. One time or another both of us had
mild orgasms, and I was getting close to a second when car lights swept
over us, and we both started, then giggled.

 We were quite a pair, right then. Our blouses were unbuttoned to the
waist, and both of us were very aroused. The cool air on damp nipples
served to give both of us titty hard-ons, and I felt Lyn touch me yet
again. "Dear heart," I whispered, "if you do that again, we'll be here
until morning. I don't know about you, but I have to be getting home. If
I'm much later, I could get grounded."

 Lyn sighed. "Me too." She leaned down and gave one of my breasts
another lick. "Sorry, I'm just so hot!" She looked shyly at me. "I've
never gotten this carried away before...with anyone." She laved my
nipple again, eagerly. "I really wish we had more time."

 Her hand was suddenly pressing down on the front of my jeans. "Me too!"
I breathed. My fingers prisoned hers, pressing them down firmly. "Oh
Lyn, I want it too!"

 For several minutes she sucked my breast, and fingered me through the
thick material until I finally gave an audible gasp as I came again.
"I'm getting too greedy, aren't I?" Lyn said.

 "Mmmm," I agreed, "but I like it!"

 Lyn's fingers fumbled with my pants, and popped the snap. "What would
happen if you were a little late?" Her fingers were tugging down the
zipper.

 "Probably everyone's asleep," I whispered, "If I'm quiet, likely no one
will notice." Lyn's fingers moved inside my panties, through my crinkly
hairs to places no one but myself had ever touched, while her tongue
paid devotion to one of my breasts. Lyn found my clit, and teased it
between two fingers in a way that I'd never dreamed was possible, with
an incredible effect. I soared in my pleasure at what was happening.
When her finger entered me, I experienced an electric shock, turning my
body rigid with pleasure. Her finger began to work in and out rapidly,
and I heard myself from a distance gasping and sighing with the immense
sensations I was feeling.

 The sounds of my passion seemed to drive Lyn wild, and both of us
totally lost control. I was furiously bucking my hips against her
thrusting fingers; writhing and twisting with pleasure, Lyn's fingers
moved even faster, her tongue was more demanding than ever before. My
orgasm was a wild tumult that set my ears ringing, and left my body
tingling. "Oh, Wow!" I sighed weakly after a moment, then I hugged
Lyn to me. "I want to do that for you, too, dearest Lyn." I told her
quietly, my hand exploring under the skirt.

 "Kate, Oh Kate," she whispered, "I want you so much!" I started probing
inside her panties. Soon I was frigging her for all I was worth. In a
minute my finger was soaked from the copious fluids that signaled Lyn's
orgasm. After a time Lyn finally stirred herself. "I think I'm finally
understanding why everyone makes such a big deal about sex."

 We had been sitting quietly with our arms around each other, cuddled
close. "Do you think it's bad, that we like doing it with each other, so
much?"

 "I don't think anything that feels so nice can be bad. I don't care
what other people say or think." I whispered after a second. "I liked
what we did; I liked touching you, and being touched by you. I want to
do it again." A short pause. "And again."

 Lyn laughed lightly, then turned serious. "Look at the time! We're both
going to get grounded!" It was well after one am. "I don't want to get
grounded now. I want to go out with you again."

 I kissed Lyn, and her hands went to my breasts. "We can go out tomorrow
night." I whispered, "I want it too. But we'll have to wait."

 "I guess we'd better get going," Lyn murmured. "We'd better." I agreed.

 Lyn started the car and we spent a few minutes getting our clothes
straight while the engine warmed up enough to dispel the fog that had
once again appeared inside the windows. We traded one more deep kiss
before Lyn set the car in motion. I held her hand while she drove.
Neither of us talked for the few minutes it took to get to my house.
"Kate, would you like to come over tomorrow night?" Lyn asked abruptly.

 My heart beat a little faster. "Oh Lyn," I found myself nearly crying,
I didn't know why.

 "Please. My parents are going out for the evening. I really want to see
you again. We, we, can just talk if you want."

 I answered honestly. "I don't want to just talk Lyn."

 She squeezed my hand tightly. "Say yes, then."

 "Yes," I said simply.

 "Oh dear Kate! I'm so happy!" She leaned close and gave me a little
kiss, I could feel the tip of her tongue. Her hand on mine moved
slightly and found one of my still erect nipples through my blouse. She
rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, nearly making me come again.
"I'll call you tomorrow!" She said as I got out, and walked as steadily
as I could towards the door. As I fumbled with the key, Lyn waved, then
drove away as I went inside.

 As she left I realized she was still wearing my dress and I her jeans.
No one was up, so I quickly turned off the lights and climbed the stairs
to my bedroom. I undressed, dispensing with the tight jeans and my very
damp panties, opting for a t-shirt and nothing else and climbed under
the covers. I lay there daydreaming about what had happened, still too
excited to fall asleep. Without conscious volition I found my fingers
were caressing my nipples as Lyn had; they were still erect. One hand
departed from the scenario and went between my legs; I was still moist
there, something that had never happened on a date with a boy and when I
came it was my best orgasm ever; I was asleep almost instantly. It was a
night filled with the most pleasant of dreams ever that I could remember
not remembering in the morning.


Chapter 2 -- First Date

By Gina Marie Wylie

 Normally I hop out of bed early and do any chores that I have to do; this
Saturday I lay in bed, dreamily remembering the night before; half in shock,
half in anticipation of what tonight was going to be like.  I liked what I'd
felt the night before and frankly I didn't care if the person who made me feel
like that was another girl.  I started rubbing myself between my legs, wishing
it was Lyn making love to me, wishing I was making love to her.  Looking at Lyn
turned me on and I thought that Lyn was excited by me.  I'd seen her last night
in her panties; and I fantasized about it, not only did I think about rubbing
her like I liked to be rubbed, but kissing her...there...as well.  My fingers
moved inside of me faster and faster and in my mind when I took her clit in my
mouth, I came.

 Finally I got up and got a shower, then spent the rest of the day piddling
around, waiting for the phone to ring.   It finally rang for me a little after
one in the afternoon.

 "Hi, Kate, this is Lyn."

 "Lyn!"  I said, "Give me a minute to take the phone up to my room."  I passed
my mom in the hall.

 "Boyfriend again?  Don't be too long!"

 I shook my head.  "It's a girl I met last night.  Can we go shopping tonight
at the mall?"

 "Hanging out at the mall?  I thought you were going with Bill, what's his
name."

 "Not tonight."  Something in the way I said it made her head turn my way.

 "Have a fight, did you?"

 I shook my head.  "No, he had a new Nintendo game he was playing with his
friend Donnie.  Lyn and I would rather be at the mall, than stuck watching them
play their stupid game."

 Mom laughed.  My parents had told me that they would not tell me who to go
out with, if I was careful to go out with guys they approved of. Pop had let it
be known that he thought Bill had the IQ of a the jersey number of a quarterback
in the NFL. Now she added, "well, it's fine with me, just be home by eleven."

 I sat down in my room and Lyn and I talked for half an hour before she
mentioned tonight.  "Can you come over tonight, Kate?" she asked.  I noticed her
voice was a little hesitant.  I thought it was neat that she had a few
butterflies too.

 "Yes.  I told my mom we were going to go shopping at the mall.  I get a
clothes allowance every month; today was the day.  I want to get a new pair of
shoes,  maybe a dress."

 "Oh, that sounds like a good idea!  You want to meet me there at 7?"

 "In front of Nordies."  I added.  "I like to start there when I have money."

 Lyn giggled.  "I know, but their prices are so high!"

 We chatted for another couple of minutes and I told Lyn I had to go.  Lyn was
quiet for a moment.  "Kate, I liked last night.  I liked kissing you and I liked
it when you kissed me.  I, I want to do it some more."

 "I liked it too, Lyn"  I reassured her.  I noticed my nipples were stiff
again.  "And I want to do more of what we were doing last night." I decided to
be bold, "My titties are hard, I wish you were here kissing them right now."

 "Oh, Katie!"  She whispered, "I miss you too!  Tonight will be very special,
I promise!"

 My mother called then for me to get off the phone, so I hung up and took the
phone downstairs again.  When I went back up to my room I had a funny smile.  I
knew just the dress and blouse combination to wear.  The blouse was very sheer;
I often wore it under a regular sweater.  And I had this skirt that had a
ghastly wide belt.  The skirt had an elastic waist, and when I wore it low on my
hips, it was a demure knee length.  When I pulled the waist up to near the top
of the belt, it was a good four inches shorter, but you couldn't tell it was
high up under the belt.  Once, with Bill, I'd gone to the length of rolling the
waistband up a couple of times to bring it to mid-thigh.  He'd stared at my legs
all evening, but when we made out later it was no different than before. I
thought it was a sad comment on Bill that Lyn was likely going to appreciate it
more than he had and much more likely to take the hint.

 Mom dropped me off at the mall a little before seven and I made a bee-line
for the ladies room to adjust my dress.  I also undid the top three buttons of
my blouse, underneath the sweater, too.  When I walked up Lyn was standing in
front of the store, looking the other way.  I got up close and I said, "Boo!"
but softly.  Lyn jumped anyway, but only a little.  She turned and smiled.  Lyn
was wearing a plush blue jumpsuit that looked really fetching.  I stopped myself
at the thought; time to say it like it was.  It made Lyn look very sexy and
looking at her made me horny.  From the expression on her face, Lyn felt the
same, she kept staring at my legs.

 We spent a little time shopping, but my heart wasn't into it.  We were
standing in front of a dress rack, both of us going through the motions.  Lyn
looked at me for a moment and I shrugged.  "Want to leave?"  She said simply.
Just as simply, I nodded.

 With that I followed her out to the parking lot and we got into her car. When
I got in, I slid across the seat to sit next to Lyn.  Lyn sat at the wheel
without starting the car for a bit.  "I've been afraid all day you weren't going
to come."

 I ran my fingers along the sleeve of her jump suit.  The fabric felt nice and
I said so.  "I really like you, Lyn.   I liked being with you last night.  And I
really wanted to be with you tonight."

 She smiled at me.  "Kate, I'm so glad."  Her gaze raked over my body and down
to my legs.  "You are really sexy.  I thought so last night when I first saw
you."  She leaned over and gave me a dainty kiss, which I returned.  There was
still a little daylight left and people were everywhere in the parking lot,
putting a damper on things.  Lyn went on to say, "I really liked kissing you and
I liked it when you kissed me."  A short pause, "every  place you kissed me."

 We sat looking at each other steadily for a moment.  I reached out finally
and put my hand gently on her arm.  "Dearest Lyn,  I want to kiss you all over."
My fingers moved the barest amount on her arm, closer to her breasts.  "Every
place."  I repeated.

 Lyn sighed and I moved my hand, and slid my sweater over my head.  Lyn's eyes
darted to my chest, and I heard her gasp.  "Oh Kate, you are so beautiful! I
want you so very much!  I want to hold you in my arms and make sweet love to
you!" Then she grinned, and started the car.

 We drove to Lyn's house, both of us sneaking touches and caresses whenever we
figured no one could see us.  I decided to be bold and brazen and moved so that
the short skirt hiked way up, and I knew that Lyn could see my panties.  Lyn
stared for a second at a traffic light, then as we started to move, she reached
out, and ran her fingers over the skin of my leg, over my inner thigh nearly to
my crotch.  "I can hardly wait until we're alone!"  Lyn murmured.

 I laughed softly.  "I couldn't wait."  We pulled into her driveway, her house
dark except for a porch light.

 Lyn led me in to a nice den, softly lit and put on some light music.  "I've
got an older brother who calls this room 'The Passion Pit.'" Lyn told me as we
stood in the middle of the room, holding hands.  "He's away in the Navy now."

 We kissed, this time more like we'd kissed the night before, and after a
moment I was the one who sent my tongue looking for hers.  For some time the two
of us stood, merged together.  When we stopped, it was because Lyn was tugging
on my hand to sit down on a big sofa.  Lyn reached out and put her hand inside
my blouse finding my bare breast underneath.  "I've been wanting to touch you
since last night!"  She murmured, as her hand found one of my erect nipples.
For several minutes Lyn was busy with making love to my nipples, as she'd done
before.  I reached up and tugged the outsize zipper that ran down her front,
pulling it down a bit to get at her breasts.

 For nearly an hour we kissed and licked and sucked each other, as we had the
night before.  Both of us were very hot and Lyn had brought me to one climax and
nearly to another; I was sure that she'd come at least once.  We'd reached a
plateau though and Lyn was idly nibbling on one of my ears, which sent pleasant
shivers through my body.  I was, in turn, making little circles with my
fingertips around her breasts.  Both of us were wondering, I knew, who would be
first to go beyond what we'd done up to then.

 Lyn's kisses moved to my lips and our tongues joined hotly.  This time Lyn
sort of half-reclined on the couch, pulling me on top of her.  My blouse had
long since been unbuttoned to the waist and I'd tugged the outsize zipper on her
jump suit down low.  Laying as we were, our breasts crushed against each other
and I moved mine so as to drag my erect nipple tips against hers.  Lyn moaned,
her hands roved over my back, then down to brush my bottom.

 I felt her fumbling with the button on the back of my skirt and then she was
tugging the zipper down.  It was a longish zipper on a short skirt, and when she
got it to the bottom of the track, the skirt easily slid out of the way.  Then
her hands were running over the outside of my panties, bringing me to a fever
pitch I'd never known before.

 "Katie?"  Her voice was soft and gentle. I looked at her, smiling, madly in
love with this beautiful person.  "I want to make love to you, really make love
to you."

 I leaned close, kissing her on the forehead, then her nose, then her mouth,
all quick, short contacts, teasing.  "Dearest Lyn, if you don't make love to me
quickly, I'm going to make love to you first."

 She laughed, looking up at me.  "Katie, no one will understand if we do
this."

 I shook my head.  "I understand.  You understand.  Ignorance is just an
excuse for avoiding things, my father always says.  To hell with them, who ever
'they' are."

 "Donny called this afternoon; wanted to go out tonight."  She said.

 I laughed.  "Bill called a little before I left.  I told him it was over
between us; from now on he can play Nintendo all he wants.   He cried."

 Lyn gusted a sigh.  "Donnie and I have been going together for three months;
this is the first Saturday night we haven't been together in all that time."
She reached out and ran her hands over my panties.  "Katie, oh Katie, I want you
so much."

 I kissed her nipple, running my tongue over the bumpy aureole, bringing her
nipple to tautness.   Feeling her react to my touch made me grow wet between my
legs and I chased after her other nipple, giving it the same attention.  Lyn's
fingers roved over my bottom, touching and caressing outside my panties.

 I left off my work for a second and whispered, "They come off, you know." Lyn
giggled, but her fingers slid inside the waistband, pushing them down.  I pulled
the zipper of her jump suit the last little bit, and she squirmed and moved, and
the two of us were laying naked, me on top.

 "We're really going to do it,"  Lyn murmured, her hands still running over my
bottom.  I wiggled, it felt so wonderfully good.

 "Yes."  I said simply.  "Oh please, Lyn.  Touch me; I want you to touch me."
I arched my back up, pressing down my sex against hers.  When our clits touched
I moaned, desperate for more.

 Lyn in turn was running her hands over my bottom, caressing and touching me
in a place and manner I would not have believed I would like.  I lowered my body
back to hers, dragging my hard nipples over her small breasts.  She gasped and
grinned at me.  "You really like doing that, don't you?"  She whispered.

 "I like doing this with you." I whispered back. "All of this.  But your
breasts turn me on so much.  I can't get enough of touching them, kissing
them..."

 "I never wanted to go this far with Donny, or anyone."  She murmured, her
fingers now back to stroking my breasts.

 "I know.  The last boy I dated before Bill was always wanting to touch me; I
don't know why I like doing it with you and not with him."

 "I think we're lesbians."  Lyn said quietly, but firmly.

 I froze, unmoving for a second.  I knew that word and had been careful not to
think it.  "I guess."  I looked down at her, and my eyes drifted to her conical
breasts, glistening with my saliva.  I felt an incredible warmth between my
legs, an incredible pang running through my entire body as I contemplated those
smooth shapes. "Yes,  we must be, I guess.  If that's what it means to love you,
then I am."

 She reached out with her hand and stroked my face lightly.  "I love you too,
Katie."  We kissed again, our tongues working together and we moved like I'd
always imagined moving against a boy; I came and Lyn came and for a beautiful
time we lay still, our arms wrapped around each other.

 "Mmmmm."  Lyn sighed, looking at me.  "I wish we had all night."

 "Maybe we can arrange to spend the night together."

 Lyn giggled suddenly.  "Just have to ask.  My parents wouldn't mind."

 "Mine neither."

 We smiled at each other at the audacity of it.  "I can't imagine what they
would say if I asked if Donny could spend the night."  Lyn said, and I laughed.

 "You'd have to be careful about how much noise you make when we do it,"  I
told her.

 "Me?"  Lyn giggled, "Me?  You're the one who makes all the noise!"

 "Not!"  I said, laughing too.

 Her fingers tugged on me, and I sat up, the pressure again delicious between
my legs as I pressed against her sex.  "Oh, you!"  she sighed as I tarried in
that position.  The feeling of her crinkly hairs rubbing against mine was so
erotic, I wanted to do it again and again until I came.  Finally she got me so I
was sitting up, hard to do on the couch.

 "This'll never work,"  Lyn said, "Let's try the floor."  I didn't want to
move, but she was right, it wasn't very good on the couch.  It took a few
seconds, but we resumed on the floor, me sitting astride her thighs.  "Scoot up
a bit,"  she murmured and I did a few inches.  Lyn's fingers reached up and
stroked my breasts and I sought out hers.  "A bit more."  She said.

 I lifted up and moved another few inches forward, uncertain of what she
wanted.  She moved herself and I froze.  She was going to kiss me there!   I
felt her tongue move lightly over my inner thighs, which sent tingles up and
down my body, moreover, I could feel moisture leaking down my legs, something I
would never imagined possible.

 "I read someplace,"  Lyn's voice was jerky as her tongue continued to lick
between my legs.  "this is how girls,"  her tongue ran through the hairs around
my pussy and the tip of her tongue touched my clit.  "do it."

 I let out a moan.  Lyn was right.  I made a lot of noise too and I made even
more as she licked and sucked on my small organ.  "Oh, Lyn!"  I gasped, "Ohhhh."
She sucked my clit into her mouth and ran her tongue over it. "Oh!"  "Oh!"  I
was gasping, then I came in the most spectacular orgasm yet.  I let out a small
shriek and Lyn redoubled the activity of her tongue, now sliding it inside me.
Her hands were rubbing my bottom, pressing me more firmly into her tongue.

 Someplace in a dim corner of my mind I was surprised she was still doing
this.  Didn't lovers stop after they came?  My groans were guttural, full of
desire and longing; I didn't want Lyn to stop.  On their own, my fingers sought
out my own breasts, pulling and tweaking my small nipples to make it even
better. Suddenly it was like I was flying, soaring in rapture, I shrieked and
fell against her, utterly spent.

 I had no idea how long I laid against her, as the tumult of the most wondrous
orgasm I could ever imagine subsided.  I looked at her, smiling softly up at me,
her face covered with what I knew were my own juices.  "Lyn, Lyn!"  I was nearly
crying.

 She lifted her head up from the floor and lightly kissed my forehead, then my
nose.  Then our lips joined and I could taste the strange flavor that was
myself. After a minute I broke off.  "Your turn."  I said quietly.

 Lyn grinned.  "What a wonderful idea; glad you thought of it."  We both
giggled, it felt wonderful feeling her breasts pressed against me.

 In the near distance, a car door slammed.

 For a second I didn't think anything of it, but I could feel that Lyn got
rigid.  "My parents are home early."  She murmured.  Startled, I jumped up,
looking for my clothes.  She got up more languorously, grabbed a handful and
dragged me down a short hall to a bath room.

 We hastily dressed, Lyn washing off her face.  We looked a mess, I didn't
know how we were going to get away with it.  Lyn stepped back and pushed the
door open a little, dug into a drawer and handed me a tube of lipstick.  "Put
some on."

 I did, mechanically, not wanting to think what was going to happen.  Lyn
started brushing on eye shadow.  I heard someone in the hall and didn't dare
turn to look.  Lyn did and said, "Hi, mom.  We bought some new makeup at the
mall and are trying it on."

 It would never work, I thought.  "Dear, it's getting on.  What time does your
friend have to be home?"

 Lyn looked at me and I choked out, "Eleven."

 "You have a little time, then.  See you tomorrow, dear."  I heard the
footsteps fading away.

 Lyn grinned.  "She caught my brother once, with his girlfriend.  She asked
him not to forget to turn off all the lights."

 "I thought I was going to die."

 "Earlier, you sounded like you died and went to heaven."

 I giggled.  "Yeah.  Lyn...you..."  There was no way I could do it to her with
her parents home, no matter how cool she thought they were.  No matter how much
I wanted to do it.

 Lyn touched my arm.  "We're going to spend the night?  Remember?  There'll be
lots of time then."

 After a bit we managed to get outside to her car and Lyn drove me home. There
were still lights on, and again I felt trapped.  Lyn reached out and held my
hand.  "Dearest Katie, this is one night,  we have the rest of our lives."

 I nodded, and reached over to brush my hand across the front of her jump
suit.  "I wish we'd had more time."

 "Tomorrow."  Lyn said firmly.  "Tomorrow and lots of other tomorrows."


Chapter 3 -- Tomorrow

By Gina Marie Wylie

 I went inside, my mother was sitting crocheting on the sofa.  "Have a nice
time, dear?"  I nodded, too aware of the fact that I hadn't gotten my bra back
on.  She didn't look up, and I went straight upstairs and closed my door with a
sigh.  I stripped out of my clothes and tossed them in the dirty clothes basket.
Even my panties; they were still soaked.  I went into the bathroom and washed my
face and sundry personal places, staring blankly at myself in the mirror, moving
by rote.

 I didn't look any different, I thought, than I had this morning,  no big
scarlet L blazoned on my forehead.  I couldn't believe that an hour ago I'd been
lying in Lyn's arms, kissing and being kissed.  My fingers stroked one of my
nipples.  It had felt so good with Lyn, so very, very good.  I remembered her
tongue on my clit, her hands running over my bottom, and I shivered in pleasure.

 Why Lyn?  Why me?  She'd started calling me Katie, tonight.  When my parents
had called me that when I was younger I'd hated it and made them stop.  Now the
tingle grew between my legs and I felt wonderful and alive and Katie sounded so
good.

 I laid down on my bed, rubbing my clit, spreading the moisture that was still
coming down my legs on it, and rubbing harder and faster.  I came gaspingly, but
continued to rub, slower now, just savoring the wonderful feeling, hovering just
on the edge of another orgasm.  This morning I'd been a virgin.  Tonight I was a
woman, with a woman's wants and needs.  I'd been made love to, and only
circumstances had stopped me from repeating the favor back to Lyn.  I ached with
wanting her, wishing we could be together again, so that we could make each
other feel what I was feeling right then.  I hoped Lyn was feeling as good as I
did, right then.  I visioned her sitting on my face, and I brought my fingers
close to my nose, smelling myself.

 Was this what Lyn would be like?  I lightly licked my finger, thinking I was
too strange, but it was exciting.  Earlier I'd tasted myself when I'd kissed
Lyn.  This was a little different, but so exciting!  My finger went back to
rubbing my clit, my other hand working on my breasts and nipples.  Oh, Lyn!  I
thought as my last orgasm of the night blazed in my body, I want you so much!

 When I awoke Sunday morning I lay in bed, still thinking and wondering about
myself, about Lyn.  I was careful not to touch myself, or even think much about
what we'd done last night.  I showered quickly, putting on a t-shirt and jeans,
before going out into the light of day.  The day was filled with prosaic
normalcy; chores around the house.  Working on homework, and around noon, I
picked up the phone and called Lyn.

 "Don't have much time,"  She said.  "How are you?"

 "A little sore,"  I told her, "wonderful."  She laughed.

 "We're going out shortly, we won't be back until tonight.  Katie, what lunch
period do you have?"

 "First."

 "Drat, I have second.  No wonder I don't see you at school."  That and she
was a sophomore and I was a freshman.  It was odd how much segregation took
place by class at school.  I'd not thought about it before, but it was true.
Except the boys, of course, wanting to date younger girls.  "How about after?"

 After?  "I walk home.  I usually study until six or so when my parents come
home."

 "Want a ride?"  I could see her face in my mind, see the merry twinkle in her
eye.

 "That would be nice.  It's about a mile; a nuisance."

 "Maybe we'd have a little time and you could show me your room?"

 I laughed.  "Sure.  Nothing much there except a closet and a dresser.  And a
bed, of course."

 "Sounds good to me.  Look, I have to go.  My locker is next to the computer
lab.  Meet me there, okay?"  I agreed and hung up.  Tomorrow.  Tomorrow, Lyn and
I would be together again.  I almost floated away, but a reminder that it was my
turn to vacuum the living room brought me back down fast enough.

 That night I resisted the impulse to seek personal gratification and limited
myself to daydreaming about coming home with Lyn the next day.  I fell asleep
without trouble and slept solidly, I dreamed but couldn't remember in the
morning even so much as whether they had been good or bad.

 Clothes were the first decision of most days; today more so than most.  There
was just no way I could dress as sexy as I wanted to look for Lyn.  Mom wouldn't
let me out the door, and the school would send me home long before the last
bell.  I pursed my lips.  What to do?

 Nothing.  There wasn't much I could do.  So, fall back on the second line.
Lyn and I were going to come back here after school and make love.  I was going
to make love to her, anyway, but I knew she and I would both be undressed before
we finished.  So, if not sexy clothes, then sexy underwear.  Except; I'd never
had any reason to acquire any.  Besides, what did Lyn think was sexy?

 I'd settle for wearing my one black bra, a light one I'd worn the one time
I'd worn a evening dress;  rented for a reception my parents and I had been
invited to for the marriage of a cousin.  But the only black pair of panties I
owned were old and ratty and not much good.  I looked through my drawer, digging
down to the bottom.  There I found something I'd forgotten I'd had.  One of the
very first bras mom had bought me, before I put my foot down and insisted on
doing my own buying.

 Still, it was just what I wanted.  I didn't have anything to support or push
up, so this would work just fine.  Thin nylon cups, dainty lace around the
edges.  No spandex, no elastic.  I put it on; in spite of a year of growth, it
still fit.  I dug down and found the matching pair of panties, and pulled them
on. They didn't fit.  I giggled, looking at myself in the mirror.  They might
not fit, but from the attention Lyn had paid to my bottom the other night, she
wasn't going to complain about what was sticking out.

 For a dress I found a brown one, floor length.  A few years before we had
been on vacation and mom and dad took me to Berkeley, where they had gone to
college.  The campus looked no different than the campus where dad taught, I
didn't see anything special about it.

 I can't remember the name of the main street leading to it, but we'd walked
along it, my parents reminiscing about the 'good old days.'  I thought that a
lot of weird people lived along the street; a lot of the stores were little more
than head shops.  We'd gone into a store, and I'd seen a beautiful dress, one
with some exotic print patterns on a crinkly fabric that I'd never seen before.
It was love at first sight and mom had gotten it for me, a strange look on her
face.  Evidently she'd liked some thing very much like it, long ago.

 I normally braided my hair, today I just brushed it a few times, and left it
down.  I felt horribly conspicuous, but no one said a thing or appeared to
notice.

 Donnie sought me out at lunch, trying to apologize for the weekend.  I shook
my head; he made a scene, and I turned my back on him and walked away.   I
think I'd have done the same thing, Lyn or not.  Before when I'd broken up with
someone, I'd felt bad about it for a few days.  Again, I don't think it had
anything to do with Lyn; this time I wasn't sorry at all.  He'd been a jerk,
wrapped up in his own world.  I could do better; and had.

 The last bell rang and I picked up my books in English, feeling more nervous
than even Saturday when I was walking towards Lyn at the mall.  I found her at
her locker and she smiled, shyly.  Lyn was wearing jeans and a print blouse; no
different than half the other girls in school.

 She grinned.  "You keep wearing dresses."  She shook her head.  "I don't even
own one!"  I was startled, I thought all girls owned dresses.

 She saw my expression and laughed.  "We're different, you and I.  It's nice.
Which reminds me, too.  I need to give you that skirt back; I have it in my car.
If my mom ever saw it, she'd know something was up."

 I blushed and Lyn giggled.  "Come on, I'll give you a ride."  We walked down
the hall, a trickle of kids still left.

 We got in her car; it was hot and we had to roll the windows down.  "Home?"
She asked.

 I was nonplussed; wasn't that what we'd planned?

 Lyn giggled.  "You need to loosen up Katie; relax.  Life is good."  The way
she said the last three words reminded me of a commercial playing lately;
I didn't think it was coincidence.  She started the car, and carefully backed
out of the parking space, and started towards the exit.
"No mist on the windows tonight." I blushed again, and again, Lyn laughed.

 "Katie."  She said, as we stopped at a stop sign and she looked at me.
"You're not having regrets are you?"  I shook my head.  "Why are you so
embarrassed, so uptight?"

 I waved at school.  "Them.  Me.  I don't know."  I reached for Lyn's hand. "I
still feel like I did the other night about you.  That hasn't changed."  We
started up again, and we rode in silence.

 "I've been thinking about you, practically non-stop."  Lyn told me.  "I'm
scared that you will think this is stupid or crazy and pull back."

 "Lyn, this is stupid and crazy.  But pulling back isn't what I want to do
right now."

 "Come sit next to me."

 I looked at her and looked around us, at the other cars and the other people
on the road.  I took a deep breath and inched a little closer.  We stopped at a
light and she touched my knee.  "I wasn't sure you would."

 "I wasn't sure either, Lyn."  I said quietly.  "I want to take you up to my
room, take off your clothes and kiss you and love you like you did for me the
other night.  I know I want that.  I just don't know about letting other people
know how I feel about you."

 "Last night my mom told me that she thought you were very nice."

 "She should have come home a few minutes earlier."  I said without thinking.

 "Mom said that I had done a lot worse than you in the past."

 I stopped and thought about that.  Then blushed again.  Would I ever learn
not to do that?

 "When I was younger, Mom told me that I was pretty grown up for my age.  She
trusted me.  She said that she knew teenagers always ignored adults when it came
to advice on how to live their lives, she'd done it herself.  So, she said, she
wasn't going to do much more than to offer a few pointers.  Don't go out with
people you don't like.  Don't hate yourself the next day.  Remember that she and
my dad love me, and would like to think they didn't raise a stupid moron for a
daughter."

 We pulled up in front of my house.  Lyn reached out and touched my hand.
"Look Katie, I'm a little scared too.  I know how bad the other kids are when
you're a little different.  But I don't like to sneak, either.  I don't know how
I could go with you to a movie, or walk in the park and not want to touch you,
hold your hand.  Kiss, maybe."

 Lyn sighed.  "But we can't, I know that.  I just don't like it and wish it
was different."

 "Me too."  I took a deep breath.  "Come on, I'll show you my room."  She
grinned at me and we walked into the house.

 I took Lyn's hand and led her up the stairs and down the hall to my room.
Inside I set my books ad purse down on my desk and turned to her.  I walked the
two steps to her and we smiled at each other, before breaking into giggles.
"We look so serious."   I murmured.

 "You look serious."  Lyn replied.  "I'm just horny."

 I leaned close and kissed her and Lyn kissed back.  Our arms went around each
other and we hugged each other, and I pulled her tight against me as my tongue
slid into her mouth.  "I'm horny too,"  I whispered, and I saw her smile, but
mainly we kissed.

 Our tongues lunged and caressed, she ran hers over my teeth, new and
electric.  I ran my hands down her back, and over her bottom; something I
remembered from the other night that I had really liked.  Her bottom was firm
and round, and even through the jeans it gave me a special tingle, and I pressed
harder against her.

 Lyn looked at me with a dreamy look in my eyes.  "If any boy ever kisses me
like this, I'm not going to be able to say no."

 Without thinking I said what was on my mind.  "No boy could," and I ran my
hand over her breasts, down to the front of her jeans.  "No one could want you
more than I want you."

 "Oh, Katie,"  Lyn sighed, "kiss me some more.  Touch me, touch me!"  I did
both, one hand running over her breasts, trying to tease her nipples through the
fabric of her blouse and bra, the other undoing the snap of her jeans, and
diving under her panties, stroking the hairs between her legs.

 "I want to kiss you,"  I told her, my fingers working the zipper of her
jeans, then sliding them and her panties down.  "I want to kiss you here so very
much."

 My finger found her clit, and stroked it, and my whole body was aching with
wanting her.  Lyn in turn was working my dress up around my hips, then over my
head.  "Dearest Kate,  we can do it together."  She whispered.  I undid the
buttons of her blouse, as she disposed with my panties. She drew me down on my
bed, both of us now nude.  We kissed for a minute, and I wanted to rub myself
against her, but she was firm, pushing me around. Belatedly I understood her
goal and moved myself, eagerly, so that my lips were between her legs, and hers
between mine. Lyn began to kiss and lick my inner thighs; sending delicious
thrills and chills through my body.  I was intent on doing for her what she had
done for me  on Saturday.

 My tongue found her clit, very different from mine, elongated, red and stiff,
sticking way out.  Mine was small and pink, round and hard.  Lyn gasped as I
took hers into my mouth, running my tongue around it.  For several seconds all I
could hear was the sound of my tongue and her small gasps of pleasure and
arousal. Then she started her tongue licking inside me, probing as deep as it
could reach.

 I nibbled slightly on her clit, and she ran her hands over my bottom,
sticking high in the air, and I shivered with pleasure.  In turn I did the same
to her, constrained because she was laying on her back.  I used my tongue to
lick between her legs, running it over her inner thighs, caressing my love.  Lyn
let out a groan, and I dipped my tongue for the first time inside her, tasting
the odd, strange musk of her sex.  Lyn gasped, and her tongue stopped moving
against me; but I didn't mind.  Instead I began to see how deep I could plunge
myself into her, how many of her driblets of fluid I could hunt down and lick
clean.

 It wasn't anything you could ever do properly; two such different goals.  Lyn
let out a small shriek, then another, a deeper, guttural sound of the utmost
pleasure one person could give to another.  Her tongue roused into life for a
second or two, and I felt a deep thrill, then Lyn sagged back limply.  "Darling
Katie."  Her voice stopped, and I felt her hands press on me.  "I want to kiss
you."

 I moved back to where we had started, and she hugged me, and our lips met
again.  What was it like for her, tasting herself, as I had tasted myself the
other night?  It must have been good, because her tongue and mine dueled for a
long time.  "Mmm."  she murmured, looking up at me.  "You are divine.  So
wonderfully beautiful."  Her hands stroked down my body, touching my breasts.

 I ran mine over hers, startled as her nipples grew stiff, and much larger.
"Oh yes, dear Katie, kiss me, kiss me!"  I leaned down and did as bid, and for
some time did nothing else.  Lyn let out another soft cry, and I saw she was
crying.

 "Sweetheart?"  I asked, still not sure how I wanted to talk to her.

 "Oh Katie, this is so wonderful.  I wish we could spend a week in bed
together.  I hate to stop."

 I saw her eyes were on the wall clock, I turned around and was shocked; we'd
been making love for almost an hour and a half!  It seemed only like seconds!
"Mom!"  I stuttered, "she'll be home any time!"

 Lyn pressed her hands on my bottom, pushing me down like I'd enjoyed the
other night.  For a minute I felt my wetness mix with hers; I came, abruptly and
felt like I couldn't move at all.

 "Dearest Katie,"  Lyn whispered. "I love you."

 "I love you."  I stood up, my knees wobbly.  "But, Mom..."  My fears were
overcoming my desire.  Lyn nodded, and stood too.  We watched each other dress,
silly grins on our faces, and when we were done Lyn pulled me to her and kissed
me, but stopped after a second.

 "We should wash our faces."  She giggled.  "I smell like you, and you smell
like me.  Someone's bound to notice."  We did so and ten minutes later when my
mother came home, we were sitting quietly in the kitchen, books open.

 "You must be Lyn,"   Mom said.  "Kate is really bad with introductions."

 "Hi!"  Lyn said, "We're working on our geometry.  Kate and I have the same
teacher, and he's so hard..."

 Mom laughed.  "So I've heard from Kate, since the second day of the year."

 I reached deep inside myself, looked my mother in the eye, trying not to show
anything of what I felt.  "Mom, we have a big test in geometry Monday.  Could
Lyn come stay for part of the weekend?  So we can study together?"

 "Your dad and I were going fishing,"  she said.  "You know that."  She
stopped, then laughed.  "What am I talking about?  We were going to leave you
home on your own!  Sure, Lyn can come over; stay as long as you like, Lyn."  She
grinned.  "It's good to see you making friends, Kate."  She started to turn
away, "I've got to get out of these clothes and get a start on dinner.  Nice
meeting you, Lyn."

 When she was gone I said in a low voice.  "Sorry, I just assumed.  Can you
come over, this weekend?"  I smiled, "They're leaving Friday evening, won't be
back until Sunday afternoon."

 Lyn's eye gleamed.  "I have to ask.  Mom will say yes.  Dad doesn't give a
rip.  I have to have it quiet when I study; he says it messes up his football
games."  Lyn reached out and touched my arm.  "After school, Friday?"

 My eyes lit up.  "Oh, yes!"

 "Two days together,"  Lyn added.  "We can practice all sorts of things!"

 I looked at her without expression, "Again and again and again."  We
dissolved into giggles, looking forward to the weekend.


Chapter 4 -- Towards the Weekend

By Gina Marie Wylie

 That night I lay in bed, wrapped in the darkness, remembering my time with
Lyn, savoring the feelings we'd shared.  I could not help rubbing myself, one
hand lightly stroking my breasts, another between my legs.  It wasn't much of a
battle; as much as I enjoyed touching my breasts, between my legs made me shiver
and nearly come.

 Two, three times, I tip-toed almost to the edge of orgasm, each time holding
back the last little bit.   I concentrated on my clit, rubbing it hard and fast,
gasping with pleasure.  I was so deliciously close to coming, but each time I
got close, I'd slow down; it was just so good, I wanted to enjoy it over and
over.

 I heard a small noise and looked up; instant horror!  Mom was standing in the
door to my room, watching!  I was so close to coming right then!  I felt angry
at being interrupted, scared at being caught.   She walked over and sat down on
the bed next to me.  "Kate,"  she said and stopped, looking down at me.

 "I'm sorry,"  I stammered.

 She shook her head.  "Don't be silly, Kate,"  She said softly, "we all do
it."

 I was so surprised, I couldn't think of anything to say.  "The other night
when you came back from the mall,"  she continued, "I could hear you too.  And
today you were with your friend again.  Kate, are you and she?"  Her voice
trailed away.

 Startled,  I gasped, "Mom!"  not daring to answer.

 "That's why you want her to sleep over, isn't it?"

 I wanted to die, crawl under the bed.  Hide.  She leaned down and kissed me
on the forehead.  "I don't think we should tell your father, but I understand,
Kate."

 I couldn't believe it!  She sighed.  "When I was even younger than you, I had
a friend too.  Sometimes we kissed each other, once we touched each other's
breasts.  It was nice.  Except in those days, well, it just wasn't something we
could do.  And then I discovered boys."  She shook her head, looking wistful.

 "You're really not angry?"  I asked, too stunned to really believe it.

 She shook her head.  "A little jealous, maybe."  She said softly.  "I
wish..."  She stopped and looked down at me.  "It was so long ago."

 In my mind I pictured her kissing someone who looked a lot like Lyn, and I
felt all tingly again.  Mom's eyes rested on my breasts and I realized my
nipples were hard.  "You're thinking about her, aren't you?"  her voice was
almost a whisper.  I nodded.

 She kept staring at me.  "I always dreamed about what it would be like.  For
so long I've wished..."  She shook her head like someone who's run into
unexpected cobwebs, then took a deep breath.  "I should go.  Leave you in
peace."

 I reached out and touched her hand.  "Thank you for understanding."  As I did
I felt further embarrassment; it was the hand from between my legs and my
fingers were damp with my own moisture.

 A smile quirked the corners of her mouth.  "You looked so happy, just now.
You and your friend share something that some of us only dream about.  Something
special."

 Mom stood up to go and I let her hand go.  "Sleep good, Kate."

 I half sighed, half laughed to myself as she turned and left.  "Not for a
while,"  I told myself.  My finger went back between my legs, stroking my clit,
I was very wet.  I rubbed my nipples with my other hand, and in a second was
floating on a cloud of bliss, then I came.

 When I woke up the next morning I felt more rested than I could remember
having felt in years.  I looked at the clock; it was a little after six!  I'd
never gotten up this early before!   I did though, took a shower, dressed in
black levis and a cord shirt and was sitting eating breakfast when Mom came in.
"Good morning, dear."  She said, and leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.
I smiled at her, still unsure about last night.  "Sleep good?"

 "Better than ever before."  I told her.

 "Me too."  Mom actually giggled, before bustling around the kitchen making
breakfast for herself and dad, and getting her own lunch ready to take with her
to work.  I could hear dad coming down stairs and she smiled at me for a
second, as if sharing some secret, then went and poured a cup of coffee for my
dad, who showed up in a rush, as usual.

 At school I looked forward so much to meeting Lyn after school, there was so
much I wanted to talk about.  Daydreaming about her got me through most of the
morning, up until PE, which I had just before lunch.

 PE is not my favorite class; I try hard not to think about it much.  That day
we were told to dress out and once we had all donned shorts and t-shirts we had
to do a bunch of exercises, followed by a few laps around the basketball courts.
Then for the rest of the period we sat and listened to the PE teacher say, "This
is a basketball.  That's a hoop.  You try to get the ball through the hoop.
This is called dribbling,"  And so forth.  Ugh.  Like we hadn't been playing
since fourth grade, when none of us could even throw the ball high enough to get
it in.

 The thought brought a mental grin.  I'd gotten quite expert in the last few
days about putting things through little round holes.  I felt my nipples harden,
and it took all of my self control not to blush.  I snapped back to the class as
the coach told us to shower.

 I hadn't thought about it before; even dressing out had been mechanical. Open
my locker, hang up my blouse and jeans and pull on my t-shirt and shorts. Not
enough time to pay attention to anyone else.  But the showers?  What was going
to happen when I was alone in a room with fifty other girls, all rubbing their
naked bodies?

 Standing in the locker room, I grew very nervous.  How was I going to react?
If I was a lesbian, were my nipples going to get hard like when I was thinking
about Lyn?  Would I get wet between my legs?  I almost turned around and headed
out, without the shower.

 The girl at the next locker pushed past me and I took a deep breath before
glancing quickly at her.  I'd seen Judy undressed a hundred times since we'd
started taking showers in seventh grade.  She was a little heavy and her breasts
were large, with giant nipples.  Looking at her I felt nothing...nothing at all.

 By the time I was dressed again and on my way to my next class I was feeling
much more confident.  Sure, some of the girls I thought were pretty, some sexy.
Most weren't anything like that.  Fat and skinny.  Short and tall.  None of them
meant what Lyn meant to me.

 At lunch Lyn came running up to where I was waiting in line to buy a
sandwich.  "Just got a second, Katie."  She grinned at me.  "Mom told me I have
to go grocery shopping this afternoon, after school.  Price of the car keys."  I
nodded, trying not to feel too disappointed.  "I'll call you, okay?"  And was
off at a run.

 I ground my teeth.  I'd been frustrated last night, and had looked forward to
today with eager anticipation.  I thought I was coming to grips with everything
and I'd really wanted to talk to Lyn about it.  I just couldn't do it on the
phone.  I wanted to talk to her, face to face.  Privately, maybe hugging her and
kissing her while we talked.  Tomorrow, I guessed.  I would have to settle for
tomorrow.

 By the time I got home, I was sort of glad Lyn wasn't coming over.  It seemed
like all my afternoon teachers knew she wasn't coming over and so had piled on
homework.  Geometry, Biology, English.   I sat down at my desk in my room and
plowed through it, getting up finally in time to come down for dinner.

 Afterwards, I read and when Lyn called, we talked in general terms about
school, particularly the geometry class, where we had the same teacher, just
different periods.  And about the weekend; both of us were excited about
spending so much time together, it was hard to think about it.

 I only touched myself lightly once I was in bed before falling asleep.  I
was, I thought, very horny, and wanted to be ready for Lyn.  Save it up, I
thought.

 Wednesday morning I decided to wear a denim skirt, with a zipper up the
front, and a denim blouse, with snaps.  After school I met Lyn at her locker,
and we talked for a few minutes, before walking out to the parking lot to her
car. It took all my will power not to hold her hand, but a couple of times I
brushed her fingers with mine and she did the same back.

 In the parking lot we were almost at her car when we both could hear a girl's
voice say quietly, "Please, no! Stop!  Please, stop!"  And a second later,
"Don't!  Please don't!  I want to go!  Let me go, please!"  The voice was
urgent, but very soft.

 We traded glances, surprised.  Lyn walked over to a car with no one visible
in the seats and opened the door.  "I think she means for you to stop."

 A senior was laying on top of a girl I knew from my English class, literally
tearing at her clothes.  "Fuck off!  Mind your own business and close the
fucking door!"

 "If she's too polite to scream, I'm not."  Lyn said.  "Let her go."   He
glared at Lyn, but it was an awkward position to be in for him.  I saw Lyn start
to draw a breath, and I'm sure he saw it too.

 "Fucking cunt!  Who needs you!"  He said, and roughly dragged the girl up,
pushing her out of the car, to sprawl on the ground.  "Go play with yourself!
Next time, don't tease!"  He started the engine and pulled out abruptly, nearly
hitting us, then roared out of the parking lot, fishtailing and screeching
tires. I saw old Mr. Ferguson simply stare at the car for a second, then write
down the license number.

 A second later he was standing next to us, looking at the girl, Rachael
Sanchez her name was, as Lyn and I helped her to stand up.  Her blouse was
ripped, both her breasts visible, her bra hanging loosely.  "Are you okay, Miss
Sanchez?"  Of all of the teachers at school, everyone adored Mr. Ferguson.  He
was kind and sweet and spent all kinds of time helping people pass his physics
class.  If you had to take physics it meant you were going to a big league
college, studying science.  It was important, but it was hard for most kids.  I
wasn't looking forward to it, but I looked forward to having him for a teacher.

 "I'm okay."  Rachael said, more or less getting her clothes so that they
covered her.

 "Mister Dresser has been skating on thin ice for some time.  If you wish to
file a complaint, I can assure you he will arrested.  None too soon."

 "I just fell."  She said in her soft voice, without looking at him or us.

 "As you say.  You have, oh a day or so, to complain.  After that, well, the
school and the authorities start to wonder why you waited."  He looked at Lyn
and I.  "Miss Swain, I believe it is?"  Lyn nodded, and he looked at me.  "Miss
Hanson.  You have a car, I believe, Miss Swain?  I'd appreciate it if you could
help Miss Sanchez home, she rides the bus normally."  Mr. Ferguson was
legendary; he knew everyone's names, even the freshman.  And everything about
you.

 Lyn said we'd be glad to give her a ride, Rachael merely nodded mutely.  We
got into Lyn's car, I let Rachael ride shotgun.  "Where to, Rachael?"  I asked,
trying to be friendly.  I could see she was on the verge of tears.

 "I don't know what I'm going to do."  She said, then the tears did come.  "My
dad's home now, he works nights.  And if he sees me, he's going to go crazy.
He's wild about keeping me 'safe'."

 Lyn laughed.  "Mine's like that too.  Look, we were going over to Kate's, I
was returning a skirt she loaned me the other day,  we were going to study
together."  I felt a pang, studying hadn't been on the agenda.  Another day
lost...  "But Kate wouldn't mind loaning you a blouse, will you Kate?"

 "No problem."  I said.

 "I don't like to ask favors..."

 "This isn't much of one,"  I said,  "Since I met Lyn, I'm getting good at
loaning clothes."  Lyn giggled and even Rachael looked less serious.  We drove
in silence to my house, all of us locked in our own private thoughts.  I led the
other two up to my room and pulled a plain white blouse out of my closet to
match the one Rachael had been wearing.

 "I'll give it back tomorrow,  I promise."  She said, almost in tears again.
"Thank you."

 "You're a sister."  Lyn said abruptly.  "If we don't help each other, who
else will?"

 "Thank you.  Thank both of you."  She shook her head, and the repairs to her
blouse came undone.  I thought the soft round breasts under her lacey bra were
pretty.  "He offered me a ride home, I'd been late; I'd missed an assignment and
had to get it from the teacher after school.  Only the teacher wasn't
there....and William offered me a ride home.

 "When we got in the car, I thanked him, and he said if I really wanted to
thank him, I'd let him kiss me."  She looked at us sadly.  "I was flattered.
He's a senior, really popular.  I didn't think it would hurt.  But he didn't
want to stop...and he wanted other things, too."

 "It's not your fault,"  I said firmly, Lyn echoing my words.  "Some guys are
just like that."  I gestured to my bathroom. "Why don't you go and change
blouses."

 She nodded, and went silently into the bathroom and swung the door closed.  I
sat down on the bed next to Lyn.  "I've missed you so much,"  I whispered.  Lyn
put her arm around my back, moving her hand up and down over my blouse.

 "Me too."  And Lyn kissed me, and I kissed her back.   We grinned at each
other.  "Like trains passing in the night."  Lyn added, "so many sidetracks."

 "Yeah."  Somehow Lyn managed to pop my bra hook through the denim material of
my blouse.

 I looked at her and she grinned.  "I want you so much,"  she whispered.  We
kissed again, and I put my hand on her breast, and tried to push her bra out of
the way so I could touch her nipple, but met with only limited success.  Lyn
moaned, and pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I duelled with it.

 A startled "Oh!" interrupted us.  I blushed beet red, as I saw Rachael
standing in the door to the bathroom, nude to the waist, holding her bra in her
hand.

 Lyn broke out in a giggle, as she moved her hand out of my blouse.  "We're
never going to be able to hide,"  She said looking at me.

 I nodded.  "Would you believe that door used to squeak horribly, drove me
nuts.  I spent two hours a year ago oiling the hinges, working with a little
file to stop it."  Anything to keep myself from wondering what Rachael must be
thinking.

 "You do good work,"  Lyn said dryly, and laughed again.

 "I...I.."  Rachael stammered, "the hook's broken.  I wanted to borrow a
safety pin."  She waved the damaged bra.  It was pretty, and I half wished I
could see her wearing it.

 I got up off the bed, went to my desk and rummaged through the center drawer
and walked over to her and handed one to her.  My heart was hammering, trying to
ignore her bare breasts.  They were very different from mine and Lyn's.  We were
both small, my breasts hardly more than bumps, Lyn's were fat cones, mainly
nipple.  Rachael was small too, but her breasts were pert apples, sitting high
on her chest, with small, very dark nipples.

 Why was it I wasn't affected like this in the shower with a hundred bare
titties around me?  Including Rachael's? Was it hormones?  As soon as I get
excited, I want anything in sight?  With a mental snort, I wondered if I should
have been a boy; that's what they seemed to be like, except they didn't need a
jump start.  "Here,"  I said, handing her the small piece of metal.  She fumbled
with it, for a brief second our fingers touched.

 Our eyes met for a second and Rachael's eyes widened just a bit.  "I'm sorry
about..."

 I shook my head.  "We were the ones getting carried away."

 Rachael smiled a bit more.  "I came home once and saw my older sister with
her boyfriend, kissing like that.  I was told to go to my own room and mind my
own business."  She giggled, "I did, but it didn't stop me from wanting to
peek."

 "Did you?"  Lyn asked as I sat down next to her, "peek?"  Lyn took my hand
and clasped it.

 Rachael shook her head.  "I have two older sisters, one who just joined the
army.  Three younger brothers.  If you spy on someone, they'd spy back.  The
only way to have any privacy is to mind your own business.  And keep your mouth
shut about anything you see accidently."

 "You're not going to tell anyone about us?"  Lyn pressed.

 "Are you going to tell anyone about William?"  She shot back, and we shook
our heads.  "It would be mean of me.  And I'm not mean.  And besides, if I
talked about every couple who made out at school, I'd be hoarse for a week."

 All of us laughed, and Rachael went back into the bathroom, shutting the door
tightly this time.  I looked at Lyn out of the corner of my eye.  "I'm not much
of a sneak, am I?"

 "No better than me, Katie."  She squeezed my fingers.  "We need to think more
carefully about how we behave in front of other people."

 "My mom knows about us."  I said quietly.  "I'm not sure how, but she knows.
She's not angry or anything, though.  It's okay with her."

 "Mine too.  But one of these times we're going to get caught by someone who
does care.  Or who will talk."

 We sat holding hands tightly, lost in our own thoughts, until Rachael made a
big production of opening the door.  "Thanks,"  she said, and started to say
something else when the phone on my desk rang.

 I jumped up and picked it up; the voice on the other end said,  "This is
Jenny Swain, is that you Kate?  Is Marilyn there, maybe?"  I kept saying yes,
and handed the phone to Lyn, who had a big question mark on her face.

 She spoke a few words, and ended, "Sure, no problem,"  and hung up.  She
turned to us, "Mom's car broke down downtown.  She's called a tow truck, but
wants me to come and pick her up."  She gestured at Rachael, "Are you ready?  I
can drop you off."

 "That's okay.  I don't live far from here, I can walk.  It'll only take a few
minutes.  Who wants to be stuck downtown?"  Downtown wasn't the nicest place to
be, that was for sure.

 Lyn nodded, and we all trooped down to see her off.  Rachael thanked her one
more time, and then was off.  "I should go too,"  Rachael said.

 "I have a pile of homework,"  I added.  Yet I could hear the 'but' word in
what both of us said.  "Would you like a drink or something, before you go?"  It
was a warm afternoon, after all.

 She nodded and I led the way back inside, and when I gave her the beverage
list, she said water would be fine.  I poured her a glass of the bottled stuff
we kept in the fridge, and we sat down at the living room table.

 After a moment of silence Rachael looked at her glass.  "Lyn said earlier we
were sisters.."  I nodded, "Girls and sisters."  She looked at me.  "It was
different today, with you and Lyn.  I don't know how to describe it.  I don't
have many friends.  More like, none, actually.  We moved here from Texas a year
ago.  We move a lot."

 "We did when I was little, but after second grade, my father said he was sick
of it, and they only way they'd pry him from this house was with dynamite."  I
told her.

 She nodded, "Talking to you and Lyn, it was like you were my sisters.  In my
family, no one is supposed to see you undressed, unless you're ready to go
outside; it's hard to do with eight people in your family, except for my
sisters..."

 She was silent again for a minute.  "I didn't mind you and Lyn seeing me like
that...even when I saw the way you were looking at me."

 "Lately I've come to think I have a one track mind."  I said, trying to sound
lighter than I felt.

 "Could we be friends?"  Rachael said suddenly.  "Not like you and Lyn, but
friends?"

 I nodded, unsure again what was happening to me.  I wanted to be her friend,
not only was she pretty, but she was just plain nice. "I want to be friends with
Lyn, too."   Rachael added then said so plaintively, "I've been so lonely here."
She bit her lip.  "I was flattered when William offered me a ride, I really
wanted to make friends. even when he wanted to kiss me.  He wanted to go too
fast."

 "He was a jerk.  Worse than a jerk."  I said heatedly.  "Nothing like that
has ever happened to me,  I don't know what I'd do."  I wasn't making much
sense, I knew.  "Fight."  I said.  Then added, more softly.  "I'm glad we were
there to help."

 Rachael bobbed her head.  "Me too."  We smiled at each other.  "I really
should go now.  Thank you, Kate."

 "You keep thanking me.  I didn't do anything for you I wouldn't want you to
do for me.  I do want to be your friend."  I touched her hand.  "Very much."
Rachael smiled shyly, and turned; I watched her walk away.

 Life, was, I thought, getting very confusing.


Chapter 5 - Diversions

By Gina Marie Wylie

 Lyn called after eight; I was thinking she wouldn't call at all, and I was
very glad to hear her voice.  We talked for a while about school, going so far
as to compare answers on our geometry homework.  Finally we ran out of immediate
topics and there was a silence.

 "I'm sitting here with a pillow between my legs."  Lyn murmured, "Wishing it
were you."

 "My mom's working in the next room, sewing."  I said, hoping she would
understand how I didn't want to talk very loudly or explicitly.

 "Well, Friday we'll probably spend enough time together to end up hating each
other."

 I looked at the phone, as if was actually Lyn.  "Never!"  I said firmly.
"Besides,"  I added, trying to cover up my sudden insecurity, "there's
tomorrow."

 Lyn sighed loudly.  "Except right after school I have to run downtown to pick
up my Mom and take her to her car, then follow her home.  We probably won't be
home until six.  And I have a chemistry assignment like you wouldn't believe."

 I mused for a second.  "Do you think we like each other because we're both
smart?"

 She snorted.  "I like you because you're a fox."  A pause, "A very nice,
smart fox.  Petable and cuddly, too."

 "Oh, you."  I echoed her words from the other day.  "You have such a
penetrating way of expressing yourself."

 She laughed.  "I understand in order to graduate from college you have to
take an oral exam.  You'll pass in a second."  Silly schoolgirl banter, but my
nipples were hard.  Why didn't the damn things grow?  It wasn't for any recent
lack of stimulation!

 "In order to do well,"  I told her, "you have to know your subject from the
bottom up."  Lyn cracked up, and I was having trouble stifling my giggles.

 "Hands on experience of the fundament..als."  She broke the last word
obviously.  "You're better at this than I am."

 "Practice, practice, practice."  I said, still almost laughing.

 "What are friends for?"  Lyn said.

 I took a deep breath.  "Rachael asked me after you left if we could be
friends.  Not like you and I, but friends.  The three of us."

 "She's nice."  Lyn said after a pause.  "You certainly seemed to like her.  I
was debating taking off my blouse to see if I could get your attention back."

 "Lyn!"  I said scandalized.  "It's not like that at all."

 Another long pause.  "And if it were?"  Again I looked at the phone in
consternation.  Where did Lyn come up with these questions?  Could it be that
she wasn't really as sure of herself as she seemed to be?  Was Lyn as confused,
maybe, as me?

 I didn't care if my mother was listening; she had the sewing machine running,
anyway.  "Lyn, there's no one on earth I care as much about as you.  Now and
always."

 "Always is a long time,"  She said, then laughed.  "But I'm happy with now.
We're too serious, you and I.  Both of us need to lighten up.  Rachael's nice,
and let's face it, neither of us have enough friends to want to chuck a
volunteer away."  I heard another voice in the distance on Lyn's end.  "Coming,
mom!"  and Lyn spoke to me again.  "We had a late dinner, and I got volunteered
for dishes. If you have a minute after school tomorrow, stop by my locker."

 I agreed, and we hung up.  I took the phone downstairs, and went back and laid
on my bed, trying to read Silas Marner.  For whatever reason, the mundaneness of
the people's lives fascinated me, so simple and uncomplicated.  I read about
half of the story, stopped, and went back and reread part of it.  Maybe I was
missing something important.  Maybe their lives weren't mundane?  Could their
emotions and circumstances be as tangled as mine and Lyn's?  Didn't hardly seem
possible; but then, they were people too, right?  What were their hopes and
dreams?  Fears?  I was learning about fears.

 I reread more of the story, looking for hidden agendas, secrets.  Well,
Elliot was a clever dude, I thought.  They were there in aplenty,  I'd just
never thought to look for them.  Was that the point?  Mildly curious I read the
part in the start of the book about the author.  He was a she?  A pen name?  I
fell asleep, wondering about it and everything else of this week.  Nothing was
as it seemed.

 That night I dreamed Lyn, Rachael and I were walking down the street, three
abreast.  I couldn't remember who was where, but I remember walking past a place
where the sidewalk was narrow, and we had to go single file.  On the other side,
Rachael ended up between us, and we had our arms around each other.  We walked
like that for a little ways, and I remember her hand sliding up and cupping my
breast.

 I was surprised, and turned to her to say something, to see her other hand
around Lyn, the same as me.  "The Three Musketeers,"  Rachael said, "All for one
and one for all."  Her fingers were playing with my nipple tip, hard against her
touch.

 Rachael looked at me seriously.  "I want to be your and Lyn's friend.  I
don't want to come between you, though.  Just at the same time."  We all three
laughed, and I could see that Lyn's hand had moved to touch Rachael's breast in
turn, so I did the same thing.  Rachael's nipples were very different from Lyn's
or mine, small and hard.

 I awoke, feeling like I'd really been there, that it had really happened.  I
debating rolling over and going back to sleep, but I was too hot and I wanted to
come very much.

 I moved my hand between my legs, and started gently rubbing circles on my
clit, wishing Lyn was there to do it for me; her tongue felt much better than my
fingers.   I let out a small groan; hard to believe I hadn't done this for two
days!  I missed it so much!  I moved my fingers faster and faster on my clit,
using the growing moisture to make it feel much better.   I couldn't lay still,
I twisted my head from side to side, making guttural noises of want and desire,
bucking my hips up against my probing fingers; finally startling myself as to
the volume.  I stifled my next groan, and the next, but when I put two fingers
inside me, I thought the windows rattled.

 I rolled over on my stomach, pressing the pillow between my legs like I
remembered Lyn talking about.  It was nice, but not nice enough.  The rough feel
of the sheets on my nipples also accentuated my pleasure.  I had a very, very,
hard time falling asleep.

 Thursday when I woke I wasn't feeling nearly as chipper as I'd felt the
morning before, and I felt logy, even after my shower.  And, when I'd been
running the washrag over my breasts, I'd been thinking about Rachael, and that
in a few hours I'd be seeing her in PE.  Like Tuesday, I was suddenly afraid I
was going to completely lose my cool in the locker room.

 Clothes for this morning, were easily the most complicated decision yet.  Lyn
didn't dislike dresses; but she always made a sarcastic comment about it when I
wore one.  I ran my hands over my brown velvet corduroy jeans, and grinned.
They were for Friday; no doubt about it.  I had a cord blouse too, tan and soft
and furry.  Thinking about how Lyn was going to take them off left me weak-kneed
and with damp panties.

 What might Rachael like?  The question had nagged at me all night; I'd kept
telling myself it wasn't important, nothing was going to happen.  But in the
early morning hours, looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't so sure.  I went
for austerity; a plain black skirt, knee length, and black panty hose   I had a
sky blue blouse, and I picked that and a gold choker necklace I'd gotten two
years ago on my birthday.

 Ostentatious austerity, I thought looking at myself in the mirror. I ran my
hands over my breasts.  I wished they were larger!  Like Lyn's even; and
Rachael's were perfect!  All I had were tiny nubbins and while sensitive, I
didn't think they were ever going to attract anyone at all.  I wasn't sure why I
wanted to appeal to Rachael;  what if we made love?  That thought made me feel
every bit as excited as when I thought about Lyn.

 Was I being unfaithful?  I thought about Lyn, wishing I could talk to her,
tell her I loved her and show her how much.  Rachael was different:  I couldn't
say how or why, but it was like eating apples and oranges.  Both yummy, both
nice.  But different.  Is it unfair to oranges if you like apples too?  I was so
confused.  Lyn was an orange, I thought, soft and yummy sweet and delicious.
Rachael, firm and hard.  Tart, I thought, sharp, maybe; tart had other meanings
that didn't fit Rachael.

 In English that morning, I glanced at Rachael, who smiled back.  She was
wearing, I was surprised to see, a black dress too, very long, almost midway
between her knees and ankles, but no stockings.  Her dress was beautiful,
embroidered with all sorts of colorful flowers, blues and yellows and reds and
greens.

 After class we met outside, and walked towards PE, quickly, because it was a
ways.  "I love your dress,"  I told her.

 "I embroidered it myself."  She said, eyes sparkling.  "I love flowers."

 "It's so plain....yet so elegant."  I told her, "It looks like it came out of
a fashion magazine."  She grinned at me, obviously pleased.

 "Where's Lyn?"  She asked.

 "Sophomore's have more important things to do than PE"  I told her,  "Health.
State Government."

 She made a face.  "First I had a class in Texas government; you had to pass
it to get to high school.  Now I need to learn Arizona Government, you need it
to graduate from high school."  She shook her head.   "I wish they could make up
their minds."

 "Men!"  I snorted, half in jest.

 I saw Rachael look at me with a curious expression on her face; I tried very
hard not to blush.  I don't know if I was entirely successful, but at least I
didn't feel warm and flushed like usual.

 In the locker room when I was taking off my clothes, I stood at an angle to
my locker, rather than front on; Rachael, I could see easily, had done the same
thing; she facing me, and I facing her.  There was no time to dwell on things,
but when Judy Gray brushed past me on the way out, she glanced down at my
breasts, covered only by my halter top.

 "Damn cold in here this morning, isn't it?"  I glanced down myself, and saw
my erect nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric of the halter.  It was
cold; the air conditioning seemed to have been left on overnight in the locker
room, but I knew that wasn't why my nipples were hard.  I hastily donned my
t-shirt and shorts, and assembled outside with the others for another hour of
futile basketball practice.

 There were a half dozen girls who were any good, and they always formed into
a team; playing against them was humiliating at the best of times.  Today was no
different; my team got beat a million to one, or some ridiculous score.
Afterwards, the coach told Rachael to take the equipment back to the store room,
and having nothing better to do, I helped her gather the balls and stuff them in
the big net carry bag.

 We got to the showers a few minutes after everyone else, they were mostly
done; a minute later we were alone.  I thought Rachael took extra time soaping
between her legs; and her nipples were as erect as mine.  She saw me looking at
her and grinned.  "At least today I get to see you, too."  Her voice was very
soft.

 "Not much to see,"  I said, running my soapy fingers over my breasts.

 "Lyn likes them."  Rachael said in soft whisper.  "I like them too."

 I blushed, there was no helping it.  I hadn't found my tongue when the coach
stuck her head into the shower room.  "Hustle up you two, you'll be late for
your next class."  It's a good thing I didn't have to pee right then, because
the spasm of fear in my stomach would have embarrassed me altogether.

 We rinsed off and then towelled dry.  I couldn't stop myself from watching
Rachael, and she kept glancing at me as well.  She was very pretty, I thought.
Lyn had a nice bottom, but Rachael's was more rounded, and more muscular; in
fact, Rachael had a lot of muscles and they looked really good on her.

 There really was no worry about being late for our next class, both of us had
lunch next, and we walked together, talking about school and families, and sat
and ate together, still talking.  Finally she had to go to geometry; I was
briefly envious of her having it the same period as Lyn, but dismissed the
thought as silly.

 The rest of the day passed quickly, and I met Lyn at her locker.  "Want a
ride?"  She asked, "it's kind of on the way, seems the least I can do."  I
nodded, eager for the shortest amount of time with Lyn.  We talked about the
weekend, and both of us looked at each other and sighed at the same time, as
Lyn started the car.

 "I've missed you so much."  She murmured,  "I never thought it would be this
long..."

 I laughed.  "I was thinking that this time last week, I didn't even know you.
 Now I want to make love to you every day of the week, and hate it when we
can't."

 She reached out and touched my hand, just for a brief second.  We got to my
house and I got out, wishing I had the nerve to kiss her, but just couldn't yet,
not in public.  I'd gotten half way to the door when Lyn hopped out of the car,
and opened the trunk.  My skirt!  She brought it to me, and I grinned.  "Rachael
forgot to return my blouse, but this is something!"  I said.  Lyn grinned.
"We're almost inside,"  I said softly.  "Could you come in for just a second?"

 Lyn looked distressed.  "If I'm late, mom will kill me."  But she followed me
in.  I closed the door and we were in each others arms a millisecond later, our
tongues surging and hands running over each other's body.  Lyn pulled back after
a second.  "Tomorrow is going to be so wonderful!"  She breathed, and I nodded.
"But I have to go."  She leaned close, kissing my neck, her fingers working the
buttons of my blouse, kissing down my chest, pushing my bra out of the way,
until she found my nipple.  For a second her tongue ran over it, raising it to
instant attention.

 She nipped it, then kissed me quickly on the mouth.  "Tomorrow, Katie.
Tomorrow."  She left, and I watched her go, then sank trembling to the couch.
How did people ever survive being a teenager?  Was it like this for other girls?
The boys?

 I ran my finger lightly over my still damp nipple.  How much I wanted Lyn!
My nipple was hard, and I flicked it very fast, growing very aroused.

 The door bell rang and I was totally flustered.  I was tempted to ignore it,
but it rang again, and so I got up, buttoning my blouse.  It was Rachael.  "I
forgot your blouse."  She said contritely, handing it to me.  Taken on top of my
last thoughts, it was a little much.

 "Gosh,"  I said, trying to cover the sudden rush of yet more hormones to my
brain centers.  "You could have just brought it to school tomorrow.  You didn't
have to walk over here."

 She laughed.  "I've lived here all my life; this isn't that warm yet."  She
looked at me.  "And,"  she paused, "I wanted to see you."  She looked at me
curiously.  "Are you okay?"

 I couldn't figure what she meant, then I realized I was still hot from
touching myself.  "I was engaging in a little self indulgence."  I told her.
"Lyn was here for about two seconds; she has to pick up her mom again."  I shook
my head in wonder.  "I've known her only six days."  I looked Rachael in the
eyes, "and we've only made love twice.  It has been,"  I said sadly, "very
frustrating."  I held out my hand a little in front of me.  "I find my pleasure
where and when I can."

 Rachael giggled.  "I think you just said something naughty, but I haven't any
idea what you are talking about."

 I looked at her in surprise. "You know, touching yourself.  Masturbation." I
blushed at saying the word.  "They taught us about it in health."

 Rachael turned even redder than I usually get.  "I didn't know what they were
talking about.  The book didn't have much of a definition and the teacher just
said, 'A lot of people do it, you won't go blind if you do.  Too much of
anything is bad.'  I kept dreading it being a question on a test."

 Was Rachael putting me on?  She'd never touched herself?  Didn't even know
what it was?  "Kate, my parents never tell me about anything.  I'm their little
girl; little girls don't need to know things like that.  My sisters call me
'shrimp' and mostly ignore me."

 She could read me like an open book, I thought.  I had to learn how not to
blush.  On top of that, I felt a wicked thrill; maybe Rachael would like to
learn about this?  The thought of teaching her sent shivers of pleasure shooting
through my body.

 "Do your nipples ever get hard?"  I asked, embarrassed still, asking such a
personal question.

 Rachael nodded.  "Yesterday when I came out and saw you and Lyn...it almost
hurt."  She sighed.  "Other times, when I wake up, sometimes they are like that.
I can remember dreams..."

 I smiled.  "Yeah.  Think about yesterday, and Lyn and I.  You've just come
out and saw us.  Close your eyes and remember."  She did, and I after a second,
I added, "Now, rub your stomach."

 Rachael opened her eyes and looked at me.  "What?"

 "Trust me."  I said, hating sounding even a little like what William must
have sounded like yesterday.  Rachael closed her eyes again, and her hand
started rubbing small circles, just above her belly button.  "Lower,"   I said
to her, and she obediently moved her hand to just below her belly button.
"Lower,"  I said more quietly, and then again when she ended up only half way to
where I wanted her to touch.

 Rachael took a deep breath, and rubbed across the front of her jeans.  "When
you touch a spot that feels good, touch it again."  I said quietly as I watched
her hand rub across her middle.  As if on cue, she gave a small gasp, and
blushed, looking at me.  "Like that."  I told her.  Eyes wide, she nodded, and
ran her hand over the spot again.

 "Oh, Kate!"  Rachael breathed.

 "Undo your jeans,"  I whispered softly, "and reach inside to touch yourself."
 Rachael did it one handed, the hand rubbing herself kept at it.  "Touch the
same spot again,"  I told her.

 Rachael's eyes were closed, and I could see her hand move faster and faster.
Her breathing grew very rapid, and she began to gasp lightly, then after a
minute, louder, until finally she gave almost a groan, her entire body
shivering.

 "Katie!"  She sighed, opening her eyes.  "That was..."  Rachael shook her
head.  "Incredible."  She looked at me and blushed slightly.  "I still want to
do it."  Her hands were still inside her panties, lightly moving.  "But I don't
think my knees will hold me up."

 I grinned.  "Not uncommon; sometimes I do it over and over again."  I paused,
and went on, "of course, I am usually undressed, laying in bed." I gestured at
her upper body.  "Touching your breasts, that's good too.  Usually I do both to
make it happen."

 Rachael reached up and ran a hand across her breasts; but her jeans started
to slide down.  We giggled, as Rachael tried to haul them back up.  "Being
undressed in bed does seem like it'll work better."  She said, half frustrated.
She lifted her eyes to mine.  "Katie..."

 I returned her gaze and Rachael smiled for a moment.  "In two months I'll be
sixteen.  In all that time, no has ever really kissed me.  Much less," she
motioned at her undone jeans.

 I giggled.  "Up until last weekend, I thought I'd been kissed.  Several boys;
and we spent a lot of time on it.  Lyn kisses so much better..."  I looked into
her eyes.  "When Lyn kisses you, you know you've been kissed."

 Rachael smiled shyly.  "How am I ever going to get kissed like that?"

 "Ask,"  I whispered, leaning close to lightly brush her lips with mine.
"Rachael, I'm not William,"  I whispered, "I understand 'No', 'Stop' makes
perfect sense."

 "Kiss me,"  Rachael said simply.  I lifted her chin with one finger, and
kissed her full on the lips.  Rachael was tentative and shy, and now I was the
mild aggressor, pressing my lips against hers, and after a minute, using the tip
of my tongue.  Her arms wrapped around me, and I hugged Rachael back, delighting
in the pressure of her body against mine.

 The kiss went on and on, and I ran my hands over her back, down from her
shoulders to above where her jeans had finally settled, brushing her panties.
She drew away, looking at me gravely.  "Katie, I'm not real sure I'm ready for
more."

 I kissed her nose, then brushed her lips, pulling my body back from touching
hers.  "I'm not sure I have this figured out, either."  I looked at her dark
brown eyes, then my eyes swept over her blouse.  "I like how this feels; I tell
you true."  I said quietly.  "I care about Lyn; I care about you.  What that
means..."  I spread my hands.  "I don't know."  I know I sounded very forlorn.

 She smiled.  "One day I'll be ready; soon, I think.  I like you a lot, Katie.
I like Lyn.  I..."  her voice died in a whisper.  "I just don't know what I
think any more."

 "Me too."  I said simply.  "Lyn, I think, too.  She sounds confident, but
underneath, I think she's just as confused as I am."

 Rachael pulled her jeans up and snapped them.  "I want to kiss you again."  I
laughed, and kissed her good.

 "See,"  I said after a long minute.  "I can behave."

 "But it's a strain."  Rachael said, "at least for me."

 "Me too."  The clock chimed the hour.  "My mom's going to be home any second.
She understood, I think, Lyn.  I'm not sure she'd understand you."

 Rachael giggled.   "Tell her we're kissing cousins."  And this time she
kissed me; Rachael was, I thought, at least as smart as Lyn and I.  Definitely a
fast learner.  She broke away.  "My father would never understand; my mother..."
she shook her head.  "It would not be good."  She reached out and took my hand;
a very shy move in spite of it being her taking mine.

 "Lunch tomorrow?"  She asked.  I nodded.  "I need some time to think.  You
and Lyn are going to spend the weekend together?"  I nodded.  Rachael sighed.
"I wish I could be with you."

 Apples and oranges.  What kind of fruit was I?  At the thought I almost died;
was that what we were?  Strange, sex-starved boy-haters, not capable of real
love?  I decided that if Lyn was an orange, and Rachael was an apple, then I had
to be a banana.  I saw Rachael was looking at me and I laughed.  "Strange
thoughts."  I sighed.  "Very strange thoughts.  Let me talk to Lyn...we were
going to the park Saturday morning.  I think she'd  like it if the three of us
went together."  I remembered my dream, the three of us walking, hands on each
other's breasts.  Was that what I wanted?  I was just too confused; I needed
time to think.

 I kissed Rachael quickly, one last time before she left.  For the second day
in a row I watched her walking away, wishing for so many things.


Chapter 6 -- Together Again

By Gina Marie Wylie

 Mom wanted to eat early, so we had soup and after dinner I went up to my room
to study.  At seven, when Lyn hadn't called, I went and got the upstairs phone
and dialed her number.  "Katie!"  Lyn exclaimed, "we just got back!  Could I
call you back in a second?  I'm about to burst!"  I laughed and hung up.

 Half an hour later it rang, and I picked it up quickly.  "Wow, what a day!
Mom's car wasn't ready, they said they had to order a part, and it won't be
ready until Monday!"  Lyn went excitedly,  "It means I won't be able to drive us
anyplace this weekend, Mom's going to be using the car."

 "I don't think it will matter,"  I told her, wondering if this would be a
good time to mention Rachael.  "All we were thinking about was going to the
park, then to the mall later."

 "I didn't think you'd mind."  Lyn said cheerfully, then there was a short
silence and when Lyn spoke her voice was soft. "I missed you."  Sounding a
little lonely.

 "Me too."  I told her.  "I'm looking forward to this weekend so much!  Do you
realize we'll be together for more time all at once than we've been together
since we met?"

 "Oh yes,"  Lyn giggled.  "And I want to make you come more times tomorrow
before sundown that we've come together since we met."

 "Considering how I feel right now,"  I told her, "that's not going to take
that long.  Maybe you should shoot for two or three times as many?"

 "I'd like a little time for myself,"  She said.

 "A lot of time.  Equal time."  I told her.  "I want to kiss you so much..."

 "Yeah,"  Lyn murmured.  "If it wasn't so late, I'd come over there and we
could work on homework or something."

 "Something certainly sounds good."  I replied, and we both laughed.  "But my
parents are both home, something would be hard."

 "I'm sitting here, touching myself, wishing it was you doing it for me."  Lyn
said, her voice a little husky.

 I thought about Rachael and blurted out, "I talked to Rachael this afternoon.
She's never done it.  Touched herself.  Didn't even know what the word meant."

 There was a silence for a second on the other end, and I was afraid Lyn would
be jealous.  "Never done it?  Never come?"  She giggled.  "It might be fun for
the two of us to teach her."  We both giggled.  "Wonder what she's doing this
weekend?"

 "She wanted to know if she could come with us to the park, Saturday."  I told
her, feeling giddy wild, like my first night with Lyn, wondering what it would
be like.  For a second my mind conjured up a picture of Rachael kissing and
touching my breasts, while Lyn licked between my legs.

 Oh!  I realized with a start that I'd come, just by squeezing my legs
together and thinking about it.

 "I can tell what you're thinking about,"  Lyn told me.  I blushed, even if no
one was there.  "You really want to?"  She asked again.

 "Lyn, I love you."  I told her.  "I like being with you, making love.  Just
talking.  Rachael's nice, too.  I don't know what I think, sometimes."

 "I think we're growing up."  Lyn pronounced, "Coming of age, learning about
our sexuality. All that other BS.  When all we are is just two love-starved
teenagers, looking for a good time."  I could picture Lyn in my mind, sitting
talking on the phone, probably touching herself.  Lyn added, "Look, I'd like it
too,  maybe Rachael could come over on Saturday to your house?  We could show
her how!"  She giggled again, "Maybe give her a little more of a demonstration
than we did yesterday."

 "She's a little shy, we don't want to come on like William."  I said, and Lyn
sobered.

 "No, we don't want to do that.  But, it's not like either of us are
extroverted cheerleaders or anything.  If all she wants to do is watch, it'll be
a little kinky, but not as kinky as three of us together."  Lyn definitely knew
how to cut through emotional baggage; I grimaced.  "Katie, I have to get some
dinner if I'm going to enough strength to get through this weekend.  See you
tomorrow?"

 "Yes.  I'll be dreaming of you."

 "Love you too, Katie."

 The next morning I woke early, showered and got into the clothes I'd long
since picked out for the day.  Dark brown cord slacks, a slightly lighter cord
blouse.  I wore a pair of rather plain panties, but I tucked a racy pair of
bikini panties in my purse, well down towards the bottom and a matching bra.  I
combed my hair down my back, not bothering to braid it today.

 The morning raced by and at PE I was careful of the clothes, more so than
usual.  Rachael smiled at me, and I grinned back.  Again, at the end of the
period, Rachael was asked to gather equipment, I stayed to help.

 "How come you get this chore all the time?"  I asked; it had occurred to me
that Rachael had been doing it a lot, not just in the last couple of days.

 Rachael nodded towards Miss Prather, the coach.  "I was having some problems
earlier in the year with one of the other girls, Miss Prather said I could do
this and miss the mess in the showers. She's nice."

 I assented and again we were in the shower as most of the others were
leaving.  I washed quickly, but standing so I could see Rachael, who in turn was
standing facing me.  She blushed, but didn't look away, even when I spent a few
extra seconds rubbing the soap between my legs.  Rachael's nipples were very
tight, I could see.  She was enjoying herself, too.

 I happened to glance out of the corner of my eye, seeing someone standing a
ways back from the entrance to the showers.  Miss Prather.  She was just
standing there, watching us.  Rachael put up her soap and started to rinse, just
before I did the same, I saw the tip of Miss Prather's tongue, wetting her lips.

 We dried off and Miss Prather 'stopped by' to talk as we dressed.  "You both
must have lunch now, right?"

 Rachael nodded, "Kate helped me the other day."

 Miss Prather nodded.  "I heard.  You have to be careful, Rachael."

 Rachael sighed.  "It's hard to be afraid of people all the time."

 "Not afraid,"  Miss Prather said, "just think about what you're doing.  There
are far more nice people in the world than clowns,  you just want to make sure
who you are dealing with."  Miss Prather was spending a lot of the time looking
at Rachael, particularly when she was sliding on her panties and settling her
bra in place.  I came in for a couple of quick glances as well.  Evidently Miss
Prather preferred someone a little more endowed, as she always quickly went back
to looking at Rachael.

 As the two of us were walking to lunch, I couldn't help but say, "You have
quite a friend there."

 Rachael looked at me, a little puzzled.  "She's been nice.  We talk, a lot,
sometimes after PE.  She's trying to get a math degree; she says she hates PE
nearly as much as we do."

 "You don't believe her?"  I asked, uncertain what she meant.

 Rachael laughed.  "She's a PE teacher; a coach.  If she didn't like it, why
does she do it?"

 Because, I thought, she gets to watch the girls shower.  And talk to them as
they get dressed.  "She doesn't seem like most of the other teachers,"  I
agreed, "maybe she didn't have any choice."

 I touched her sleeve.  "I talked to Lyn, last night.  Her mom's car is still
in the garage, so we're not going to the park.  We were just going to hang out
tomorrow at my house; maybe in the afternoon, take a bus to the mall.  You'd be
welcome to come over, anytime."

 "Really?  Lyn doesn't mind?"

 I shook my head.  "She likes you too, you know.  We both like you."  I didn't
want to go into just how much I liked her, and in truth I couldn't speak for Lyn
either.  It was still a radical idea.  We ate and talked like we'd been friends
for years and I hated it when it was time to go.

 The afternoon was like the morning, racing by.  I'd been afraid it would
drag, but my degree of anticipation seemed to match the sundry busy work the
teachers had us doing on a Friday afternoon.

 The last bell rang and I bolted out the door, dashed into the restroom and
grabbed a stall.  I quickly changed panties, put on the other bra and stuffed
the rest back in my purse.  Even as fast as I was, Lyn was looking a little
worried when I saw her at her locker.

 I stopped, a few feet away, amazed.  "You're wearing a dress!"  I exclaimed.
It was really nice, dark brown like my clothes, with hints of darker colors,
even a little blue.  A full dress, too, not just a skirt and blouse.

 Lyn smiled at me.  "You're the first person to notice today, except for my
mother; she helped me pick it out."

 "It's lovely."  I reached out and took her hand; the hell with what people
thought.  "You're beautiful."

 Lyn squeezed my fingers, quickly, before we both let go.  "I wore it just for
you."  Her voice was much more quiet than usual.  "Besides, if we're going to
walk to your house, I'd get all hot and sweaty in jeans.  This way, at least
there's a draft."  We both giggled and Lyn picked up a back pack, and we started
on the walk home.

 I usually walked the two miles in twenty minutes or so; it always seemed like
a million miles and twenty hours.  Today it sped by like the rest of the day as
we talked and chatted, lightly flirting, occasionally brushing fingers.

 I let us in the front door, my fingers only able to work the key because of
long practice; I was trembling almost uncontrollably.  We went inside and Lyn
shut the door, shrugging out of her pack, while I sat my purse down on the table
by the door.

 "I told myself I would not make a fool of myself,"  Lyn said, stroking my
arm, "by leaping upon you as soon as we got through the door and dragging you to
the floor.  But, Katie, I really want to."

 "It's okay with me,"  I whispered, "but my bed would be much more comfy."  I
leaned close and kissed her, and in a second our arms were around each other,
hugging the other tightly.

 Lyn's hand dropped to my bottom.  "I love these pants,"  she said as she
massaged each cheek with her fingers, "Next time I won't buy a dress, it'll be
pants like these."

 It felt every bit as good as I'd hoped, and I kissed her fiercely, telling
her how much I approved of everything so far.  After a minute Lyn smiled at me.
"I can't tell if you want to go to bed here or go to bed there."

 I used my tongue to slurp one of her ears.  "Lyn, I want to go to bed."  We
both laughed, and again she pressed her body against mine.  Lyn started undoing
my blouse buttons, I responded by continuing my assault on her ear.  Lyn slid
her fingers under my bra to stroke my nipples, pushing my lacy bra out of the
way.

 "I love you,"   Lyn murmured, looking at my bare breast.  "I love your little
titties, I love kissing them."  Her head dipped, and her tongue sought out the
hard center of my nipple, licking and sucking on it.  I ran my fingers through
her hair, enjoying the smooth feel of it, soaring with pleasure as I neared an
orgasm.

 Lyn switched attention to my other breast, and I did come; light and sweet.
I looked at her, wanting Lyn so much.  I reached out and took her hand in mine,
tugging lightly, "Come, there's been something I've been wanting to do all
week."
 I led her, hand in hand, up to my bedroom, where I undid the zipper of her
dress, drawing it down.  I carefully slid the dress from my love, hanging it
carefully out of the way, caressing Lyn only a few times.

 I turned back to her in more of a hurry, and undid her bra, letting it slide
carelessly on the floor, then I slid my fingers under the waistband of her
panties, pushing them down.  Lyn cooperated gladly, kicking them away.   I took
both her hands as I lay down on the bed, pulling her to sit on my chest.

 I kissed her inner thighs, using my tongue to explore the two little hollows
where her legs joined her body, making her shiver with pleasure.  My hands rode
up over her breasts, tweaking her nipples, making them the hard nubbins I
remembered.  "Dear Katie,"  Lyn sighed, as my tongue got closer to its goal, "I
could move and we could both enjoy this."

 I looked up at her and grinned.  "I'm enjoying this very much.  This is for
last Saturday, to repay you for how wonderful it felt."  I blew lightly on the
soft down between her legs, then followed up with my tongue.  Her taste was a
little different from earlier in the week, more salty, more smell of
perspiration.  It wasn't unpleasant, I thought, as my tongue swivved her clit,
then sucked on the little organ.

 I ran my fingers lightly over her bottom, stroking delicately in the crevice,
then kneading her firm cheeks as my tongue pressed into her vagina, plunging as
deeply as I could.  Lyn sighed, then as I worked my tongue in and out, let out a
small moan.  I looked up at my love; her hands were massaging both her breasts,
devoting much attention to her nipples, the look on her face was sheer bliss.
I pressed her bottom, pushing her more firmly towards me, striving to stick my
tongue ever further inside her.

 Lyn came for the first time, and I shifted my attention back to her clit,
licking and sucking on it, until she came again.  Lyn slid down, kissing me
lightly as she lay on top of me.   "Katie, that was so wonderful!  I can't
believe we had to wait so long!"  Her tongue licked at my mouth and I lifted
mine to her kiss.  Our oral digits dueled delightfully until Lyn lingeringly
licked my teeth.  A spasm of electric excitement ran through my body, and I ran
my hands over her bare back, eliciting little sighs of satisfaction.

 Lyn lifted herself a little up.  "How did I come to be undressed, and you
not?"

 I giggled.  "You were wearing the dress. So you ended up undressed, and I
ended up partially unbloused.  I still need work there, then I need to be
depantsed."

 Lyn moved to brush her nipples against mine, a heavenly feeling.  "I wish we
knew more about making love,"  She sighed softly.  "Not that this isn't nice,"
she added hastily.  "But there are bound to be things we don't know that would
feel as nice as this."

 "We're learning as we go,"  I agreed, "and fun it is."  I ran my fingers over
her firm bottom and pressed her to me.  Lyn was right about my not being
undressed, it would have felt much nicer if it was Lyn pushing against me rather
than my slacks.

 Lyn arched her back and moved between my legs.  Definitely time to lose the
pants, I thought.  Lyn smiled as she looked into my eyes, then lifted up and
worked the snap of my pants, and together we managed to wiggle them off without
dislodging Lyn from her perch.  When we repeated it really did feel much better
to have Lyn's pussy hairs rubbing through mine, and when our clits touched, that
was special too.

 For a long time we lay together, kissing and stroking each other,  moving
together in wonderful contact.  Lyn kissed and rubbed my small breasts
assiduously, and I really liked it.  "I wish they would grow more,"  I
whispered.

 Lyn smiled, "Dearest Katie, I can't tell you how much they turn me on just
like they are.  Besides, a boy told me once that anything more than a mouthful
was wasted."  Lyn sucked my breast inside her mouth, using her tongue on my
nipple.

 I sighed with pleasure.  "I'd be happy with a mouthful,"  I murmured,
enjoying her ability to rouse my nipples to happy hardness.  Lyn giggled, but
kept on doing what she was doing.  Her fingers moved across my stomach and
sought out the little button between my legs, rubbing it tenderly, but firm
enough so that I came after only a few minutes.  Lyn slid down my body, dragging
her breasts across my skin, until her tongue replaced her finger, then it too
dipped into my pussy.

 I don't know how long Lyn kept at it, but I came several times, and when
finally I could take no more, pulled her up so that I could lay in her arms, and
we could trade little sweet kisses.

 For a while we drowsed, replete and happy.  Lyn finally stirred.  "I don't
know about me, dear Katie, but you need a shower."

 I blushed, something that was at least happening less often.  But she was
right; I was sweaty and sticky, with mixtures of my juices intermingled with
hers, dried here and there on both of us. "Yes,"  I told her, "I hate to move,
though."

 Lyn kissed me on the forehead.  "Come on, lazy bones!  Let's get wet!"  She
jumped out of bed, dragging me by the hand towards the bathroom and the shower.

 We had a giggling dispute how hot the water should be, managing to splash a
lot of water around.  Finally Lyn lathered my body, as I reciprocated, taking
special care of her breasts.

 We kissed, my tongue spearing into her mouth; hers welcoming the invasion,
trying to trap mine into some corner for what ever purposes one tongue chases
another.  Her hands ran more soap over my body, then one finger penetrated
inside me and I froze, savoring the rapture of having my lover attending me.  I
pushed hard against the finger inside me, and Lyn added a second finger, moving
in and out rapidly, the heel of her hand pressing down on the outside of my
pussy.  I cried with pleasure, making loud noises until I came, and even then I
bucked my hips against her plunging fingers until I came again.  I hugged Lyn to
me, hard, not ever wanting to let her go.  That's when the hot water ran out.

 I dragged the sheets off my bed, making a mental note to do laundry before
mom got home.  I knew she'd said she was understanding, but multiple changes of
linen?  Finally we were together again, wrapped in the darkness of early
evening, holding each other tightly; as if there would be no tomorrow, or even a
later tonight.  Looking at Lyn though, I knew there would be times later
tonight...and tomorrow, and for a long time after that.


Chapter 7 -- Three's Company

By Gina Marie Wylie

 Saturday morning we were on the couch in the living room, Lyn sitting with my
head in her lap, talking about what we were going to do the rest of the day. Lyn
lightly stroked my hair as we contemplated our plans.  "I keep thinking,"  Lyn
said quietly, "that all I want is right here."

 "All you need, maybe."  I told her, "I really need a new pair of shoes for
PE; the ones I have are a year old and my feet are growing, even if nothing
else."

 Her fingers drifted down my mostly bare chest, running underneath the bandeau
halter top I was wearing, finding one of my nipples.  My nipple instantly
roused, and in spite of the literally uncountable number of times we'd loved
each other since yesterday afternoon, my body arched in pleasure, demanding even
more attention. I pressed her fingers down harder, wanting her so much.

 Finally I got myself a little under control.  "Dearest Lyn, all the sheets
are still in the washer..."

 Lyn sighed, "I want you, sweet Katie."

 I pressed her hand down even more firmly, and for a second I thought, well,
just what are mattress pads for, if not for protecting the mattress?  "Rachael
said she'd be here around ten,"  I said, still fighting for some self control.
Were we both nymphomaniac lesbians?  I couldn't understand how come we couldn't
get enough of the sheer physical pleasure of making love to each other.  Did
everyone feel like this?  How did anything ever get done?  It had to be
something unique to Lyn and I, I was sure.

 Lyn moved to caress my other nipple, murmuring, "Equal time for budding
nips..."  The doorbell rang, and we both jumped.  I sighed and Lyn giggled.  "We
could always tell her we have cabin fever or something.  That we can't do
anything but go to bed for the rest of the day."

 It was tempting, but for a second I remembered from my dream, the three of us
walking together, our hands on each other's breasts.  Lyn's finger tweaked my
nipple tip.  "Answer your door, hostess."

 I got up and reached down and pulled Lyn up too.  "Both of us."

 "I'm not really dressed for meeting someone at the front door,"  she
demurred.  "What if it's not Rachael?"

 I pulled her towards the door.  "Then, whoever it is will get an eyeful."
Lyn was wearing a t-shirt that came down to mid-thigh, and it was pretty clear
she wasn't wearing anything underneath.  I had on a pair of shorts, but was also
sans panties.  We reached the door and I peeped through the peephole, then put
my arm around Lyn, before swinging it open.

 "Hi!"  Rachael said, shyly, looking at us.  She was wearing a one piece
romper, mainly white with little splashes of color here and there, a narrow belt
accentuating her narrow waist.  Long bare brown arms and legs, with softly
corded muscles visible as she moved.

 "Come in,"  I told her, "We were just talking about what we were going to do
the rest of the day."  We went back into the living room, and the three of us
stood uncomfortably for a minute, without saying anything.

 Rachael finally broke the silence.  "You two..."  She shook her head, "I
don't know how to describe it.  You glow."  She smiled shyly.  "You look so
happy."

 "Clean living and lots of exercise."  I said quickly.

 "Lots and lots of exercise."  Lyn added.  "Sixteen hours non-stop."

 Rachael blushed, then laughed.  "My sister said that on her honeymoon, she
and her husband didn't get out of bed at all for the first two days."  She
looked at us curiously.

 "How come you are letting me know about you?"  She asked softly.  "If it got
out at school...It would be horrible."

 "I expect so,"  Lyn said, "but I don't know.  At some point in time, we're
going to have to face it, though.  Neither Katie nor I are sneaks."

 "Because I like you,"  I said quietly, on my own.

 "And I trust Katie,"  Lyn said, "And I like you too...and I trust you."

 Rachael made a small motion with her hand.  "Thank you."  She met my eyes.
"I just never imagined I would have two friends...like you two."

 Lyn nodded.  "A week ago yesterday, we were both going with boys.  Donny
introduced me to Katie, and as soon as I saw her, I fell in love."  She smiled
softly at me.  "And I think she fell in love with me, too.  By the end of that
first evening, we'd helped each other come a couple of times."

 Rachael blushed.  "At least now I know what you mean.  At least I think I
do."  She shook her head, "I can't believe my sisters didn't tell me; but they
are both good Catholics, so maybe that's why."

 "Maybe,"  I said, trying to find a middle road, "they didn't know either, so
they couldn't."

 The other girl shrugged.  "I don't know."  Her eyes met mine briefly.  "I'm
glad you showed me what you did."

 Lyn's arm around my waist tightened.  "I described,"  I said quietly, "what I
do.  Gave Rachael a few pointers."

 Lyn kissed my ear.  "I'm not jealous,"  She faced Rachael.  "just different.
If I'd been there, I'd probably would have shown you myself."

 Rachael looked Lyn directly in the eyes.  "I kept wishing Katie had shown me
what to do, herself.  I wanted her to touch me; instead she kept talking about
how good you kiss."

 Lyn preened.  "You like that, do you?"  She whispered theatrically in my ear.

 I turned and kissed her nose.  "You know I do, dear Lyn."  Lyn's mouth sought
out mine, and for a long moment we shared as we'd done for the last day.

 I felt a light touch on my arm, and looked.  Rachael was standing next to us.
 "Katie says you kiss better than anyone."  She said to Lyn.  "No one has ever
kissed me.  I don't want to hurt anyone, I don't want to get hurt myself.  But I
very much would like to be kissed."

 Lyn's arm around me grew very tight for a second, then relaxed.  "Rachael,
when Katie and I finally were alone last week, I wanted to kiss her very
much...and I did.  But when I wanted to do that, it was because I also wanted
very much to make love to Katie.  I wasn't sure what it would be like; I'd never
made love to anyone before, except myself.

 "But when I kissed Katie, I knew I wanted her, and I knew where I wanted to
go."  Lyn touched Rachael's arm.  "I want you, too.  If I kiss you, that's where
I want to end up:  in bed."  She smiled at me, and kissed my neck.  "Katie here,
I think she wants you even more than me."   I hugged her back, telling her I
wanted Rachael more than Lyn, but I wanted Lyn, too.

 Lyn's arm circled Rachael's waist, and hugged her, and we ended up with our
arms around each other, feeling warm and close.

 Rachael smiled at Lyn, then a different, softer expression for me.  "When I
was with William, I knew he wanted me.  I didn't want it and it didn't seem
right.  When I'm with you..."  Her voice trailed off.  "The other night in bed,
I did what Katie told me about.  For the first time in my life, I did something
for me, something where I was in control, where I could decide what I wanted and
when and how often."

 She sighed, "When I'm with you two, I still feel like I'm in control, this is
something I decide.  It feels different than when I was with William, better.
Right."

 Lyn's arms pushed us towards the couch.  "Sit."  We did, Lyn on one side of
Rachael, me on the other.  Lyn put her arm around Rachael's shoulder, and I took
one of her hands in mine.

 I leaned close, lightly brushing Rachael's cheek with my lips.  "You're so
pretty,"  I whispered, wishing I could touch her, wanting to hold her breasts in
my hands, and rub her nipples hard.  I grinned at her, and Rachael smiled shyly
back.  Later, I thought, if I'm patient, it will happen.  Lyn nibbled at
Rachael's ear, and Rachael turned to her, lifting her mouth, eager for her first
kiss.

 It was odd watching Lyn kiss someone else; for the first time I began to have
some doubts about what we were doing.  Not that I didn't want to do it; my
thoughts were more on the mechanics.  I wanted, right then, to go to Lyn and
kiss her and touch her too.  Except it would have meant standing up, taking two
steps and sitting back down.  Odds were, if I moved, it could easily spoil the
moment for Rachael.  I lightly squeezed her fingers, and she returned the
feeling.

 It was a very long kiss and towards the end I could see Lyn using her tongue,
and Rachael was beginning to make soft sounds of passion.  They finally broke
and stared into each other's eyes; the expression on Lyn's face was one of
blissful pleasure.

 Rachael turned to me, her eyes bright.  "You must be very lonely."  I shook
my head, looking in turn into her eyes.

 "Patient,"  I said, "waiting my turn."  Rachael blushed just a little, but
when I kissed her, kissed back.  Rachael was even shyer than I'd been, I thought
as my lips clung to hers.  She was tentative, then eager, then shy once again.

 Rachael gave a little sigh.  "You both kiss wonderfully good."  She murmured,
and I kissed her throat and Rachael sighed again.  "This is so different than
what I expected."  She reached out and stroked my arm.  "You're both so nice."
There was hesitation in her voice and looking past her to Lyn, I saw Lyn nod.

 "Rachael,"  Lyn said softly, rubbing her hands on Rachael's shoulders, "Katie
and I like you very much.  We haven't really figured this out for ourselves yet,
much less anyone else."  Lyn laughed low, kind of sexy.  "We were thinking about
just showing you; you could watch and make up your own mind."

 "Show me what?"  Rachael asked, puzzled.

 "Us making love."  I said softly.  "You liked it the other day, I think, when
you watched for a little bit."

 Rachael blushed.  "It wasn't right to peek.  I didn't mean to."

 "It's okay,"  Lyn added, "we didn't mind; we wouldn't have known you were
there if you hadn't said something."  Lyn reached past Rachael and touched my
hand.  "We're really like newlyweds; we spent all night in bed, and I for one,
want to do it again."

 Rachael gave a helpless shrug.  "I'm so confused right now, I don't know what
I want."

 Lyn nodded towards the stairs.  "Come upstairs with us."  We each took
Rachael by the hand, and like in my dream, it didn't work walking upstairs hand
in hand with three of us.  In my room we briefly stood together, each with our
arms around the others.  I kissed Lyn and she kissed me back, using her tongue.
After a moment we broke off, smiling with secret pleasure at each other, then
without a word, we went for Rachael's ears.

 She giggled as we kissed and licked them, finally wiggling out of our
embrace.  "No fair, two against one."

 Lyn laughed.  "I tried to tickle Katie last night, and that's all she should
could say, 'No fair.' She's ticklish everywhere; the only place I'm ticklish is
on the bottoms of my feet."  She tickled along my ribs and I tried to wiggle
out of her grip.

 "Oh no you don't!"  I cried,  But she and Rachael were both tickling me, and
I ended up on the bed, laughing so hard I didn't think I could stop.  Rachael
was pretty ticklish too and after a few minutes we ganged up on Lyn, me kissing
her to keep her from moving and Rachael tickling the bottoms of her feet.

 Finally the three of us were laying on my bed, Lyn in the middle this time;
we are all out of breath, still giggling.  "This is nice,"  Lyn murmured, as I
nibbled on her neck.  I had an arm over her tummy, and I let my fingers wander
down to where her t-shirt had pulled up, looking for her clit.  Lyn sighed with
pleasure when I found it, smiled at Rachael, who hesitated for a moment, then
kissed Lyn solidly.

 Lyn kissed back with ardor and fervor, while I continued to stroke Lyn's
clit, occasionally moving my finger briefly to tease the entrance to her
vagina, finally sliding inside her, seeking her moist depths.  Lyn's hips bucked
against my finger, striving to force it deeper inside her.  Her tongue went into
maximum overdrive in Rachael's mouth, and as I watched, Lyn's fingers sought out
one of Rachael's breasts caressing it firmly.

 Rachael seemed to have lost her earlier doubts, and after a few more minutes,
Lyn gave a little gasp as she came.  Rachael drew back, looking at her seriously
for a minute, then at me.  She sat up, turning her back to us.  "Undo me."  Her
voice was serious, and quiet.  Lyn reached up and drew down the zipper on the
back of her jumper.  Rachael shrugged out of it, then undid her bra.  Lyn peeled
out of her t-shirt, and I started on the three buttons holding my halter
together.

 I was the last one undressed, Lyn was staring at Rachael with rapt
fascination.  "You are so beautiful."  Lyn muttered.  "Katie's right, I don't
think it's possible to have nicer breasts."  Her fingers traced a line around
one of Rachael's firm apples.

 "Make me come."  Rachael said quietly.  "I want to know what it's like."  She
looked down at the finger tracing her nipple,  "Please make me come."

 Lyn grinned.  "Oh, yeah."

 I didn't say anything, instead I got up and went around the bed, sitting down
next to Rachael.  I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, rubbing the nipple
against my palm, using my finger tips to feel the smoothness of the skin.
"I've been wanting to do this since..."  I sighed, savoring the satin smoothness
of her skin.

 "I know,"  Rachael said, her hand reaching up to press mine down harder.
"I've been wanting you to touch me too."  Lyn leaned close, using her tongue to
trace the lines her fingers had been a moment before.  I brought my lips to
Rachael's and her hand moved from prisoning mine against her breast, to run
through my hair, kissing me passionately.  I probed with my tongue for hers, and
found it.  Rachael used the point of her tongue to curve down and caress mine,
something very different from what Lyn had ever done.

 Lyn abandoned Rachael's breast, kissing and licking down Rachael's body.
Greedily I moved my fingers to the breast she had left, using the moisture that
remained to lubricate her nipple as I chaffed it, making it even harder than it
had already been.

 I could tell when Lyn's tongue entered Rachael.  Her body arched up, her
tongue began to move in and out of my mouth in time to Lyn's movements below her
waist.  In turn I was using both hands to stroke Rachael's breasts.  Rachael was
twisting and sighing, thrusting her lower body towards Lyn, pushing her breasts
against my hands, and her tongue in my mouth.  I was as aroused as I'd ever been
when I felt Lyn's fingers stroke my inner thigh, and a second later, she was
thumbing my clit while one of her fingers plunged inside my soaking pussy.

 I shrieked as I came for the first time, then Lyn pressed harder and I came
again; Rachael's body stiffened, and after a second she let out a long sigh.
"Oh wonderful!"  Rachael breathed breathlessly.  "It feels so nice!"

 Not for the first time I regretted there were three of us.  I wanted very
much to go down on Rachael, but I wanted to do it with Lyn too; she deserved
lavish attention for making me come the way she had.  How can you choose?  It
didn't seem right to slight either one.  I mentally winced,  these weren't good
thoughts to have in the middle of making love.

 Lyn wiggled up Rachael, dragging her breasts across her skin.  I touched her
back, lightly rubbing her, trying to tell her how much I loved what she had
done.  Lyn rolled on her back and announced, "My turn, girls."  We all laughed,
and for a minute there was a flurry of limbs as we rearranged ourselves.  I
ended up between Lyn's legs, licking her inner thighs, teasing the silky hair
between her legs.

 Rachael and Lyn lip-locked, but from my position I could see Lyn lead one of
Rachael's hands to her breast.  I rolled Lyn's clit around with my tongue, and
stretched out with my own hand to fondle Lyn's other breast.  I'd found that
sometimes I shut my eyes when I was kissing Lyn, and this time I made a
deliberate effort to keep them open, if for no other reason than to simply stare
at my love's beautiful pussy, and to watch my tongue pleasuring her.  Also I
could see Rachael bring her head down and kiss Lyn's nipple and watch her tongue
tentatively sample intriguing tastes.

 Lyn had an arm around Rachael, her other twined in my hair.  I reached out
with my free hand, sliding it along Rachael's hip, feeling the hard muscles of
her bottom.  It was increasingly difficult to concentrate on everything at once;
I had to spend all my attention keeping up all of the activity.  If my attention
wandered, I'd find my tongue still, or not notice Lyn's hard nipple, or how she
was pushing her chest out, to increase the pressure.  Above all, I didn't want
to miss a second of Rachael's reaction to my roving fingers, moving down the
cleft finally stroking her pussy from behind.

 I saw Rachael lift her head from where her tongue was working Lyn's chest and
turn and smile at me, running her tongue over her lips.  I knew she wanted to
kiss me like I was kissing Lyn, and I threw my entire effort into plunging my
tongue as deep into Lyn as I could, thrusting in and out as fast I could.  Lyn
moved her hand from my hair, to press my hand down roughly and very hard on her
breast, so I crushed it, treating her nipple rudely, chaffing and lightly
pinching it.

 Her body spasmed, pressing her hips against my face, and she said gutturally,
"Don't either of you stop!"  A deep sigh, and she wailed, "Oh, God!"  I pulled
my tongue from her pussy, and sucked her clit, forsaking Rachael's bottom so I
could plunge a finger deep inside her, deeper than my tongue would ever be able
to reach.  "Yes!  Oh, Yes!  Katie, Katie!"  Her voice rose to a shriek and her
whole body was trembling and shuddering as she came again and again.

 Rachael put an arm on my shoulder, and brought her lips close to my ear.  "I
want to do that to you,  Katie."

 I nodded, still overwhelmed by the force of Lyn's coming.  For a few minutes,
we lay still, breathing hard, all of us.  Lyn finally stirred.  "Girls, I have
got to go pee so bad!"  We all laughed.  "I'll be back.  You two get comfortable
in the meantime!"

 Lyn got up and walked towards the bathroom; both of us watched her go.  I
smiled and Rachael and she giggled.  "I never thought it would be like this."
I squirmed up in the bed and cradled her in my arms.  "You and Lyn..."  her
voice was so soft I could hardly hear it.  "I love you so much, Katie.  Lyn too,
but Katie..."  I kissed her lightly on the lips, and Rachael moaned and kissed
me back a hundred times harder.  "I meant it a bit ago.  I want to kiss you like
you kissed Lyn."

 I daintily kissed her nose.  "I've been looking forward to tasting you too."
I used my tongue, and for a minute there was nothing but each other.  "Let me
show you how Lyn and I do it."  I moved her gently, so that her lips were next
to my pussy, and mine next to hers.

 I started to lick her inner thighs, quite different from Lyn's.  Lyn had
small hollows, that seemed specially sensitive; Rachael's legs were firm and
very muscular.  No hollows, just hard ridges and hard valleys.  I felt her kiss
me on my clit, something Lyn had never done.  Tongue and touch, yes.  But this
was a simple kiss.  I tingled, wishing Rachael would do it again.  When she did,
I stopped licking her inner thighs and moved directly towards the apex of her
legs.  When she did it again, her mouth was over the entrance to my vagina, and
there was a faint suction.  It felt stupendous, and I laughed aloud at the
wonder of it.

 "Was that good?"  I heard her murmur.

 "The best."  I whispered back, and kissed her downy muff, not using my tongue
to see if the effect on Rachael was like what she'd done for me.  It was. She
arched her back, moaned, and I licked her like I had Lyn the first time; like a
giant lollipop, starting at her clit and moving down almost to the other place.
Rachael's taste was very different from Lyn's, not as sweet, more musky.
Rachael's hands came and cupped my bottom, kneading them in the special way I
liked the best when Lyn did it.

 I took a leaf from Rachael's book, and kissed her hard on the vulva,
inserting my tongue inside her.  I moved in and out, listening to her breathing
grow more and more rapid; ignoring the fact that her tongue had all but stopped
moving as I pleasured her.  An idea came to me, and I applied the gentlest
suction at the same time my tongue was trying to worm its way deep inside her.
Rachael moaned, and her tongue licked into life, plunging frantically into me.
For a few minutes we kept at it, I for one, ignorant of anything going on around
me.  I felt a hand run over my bottom, just as I was reaching a peak,
intensifying it for me.  It couldn't be Rachael's, she was teasing apart my
pussy lips, trying to get her tongue still deeper inside me. Lyn!  I'd forgotten
all about Lyn in just a few minutes!

 Rachael moaned, coming copiously, more than either Lyn or I.  I was nearly
ready to come too, but Rachael had sunk back onto the bed, exhausted.  Lyn's
hand rested on my bottom, and then, sensing I'd not been fulfilled, she moved
two fingers inside of me, and as I'd always done with two fingers, I came and
came and came, almost from the first instant.

 A few minutes later we were laying in bed, me in the middle this time, both
Lyn and Rachael idly running their hands over my nipples, and sometimes lower.
"Is there anything in the world better than this?"  Lyn whispered.

 I giggled.  "Shopping til I drop."  Lyn and Rachael laughed.  "I want to get
ready and do some shopping."

 Lyn rubbed Rachael's bare shoulder.  "How about you?"

 "This is nice, but I'd like to go to the mall too.  I told my mother I was
going to get a blouse."

 "Let's take a shower together."  I said and stood up.  For a moment I was
dizzy, feeling very tired.  I could not ever remember exercise in my life like
I'd been doing for the last half day.  It felt so good, though.

 I turned on the shower, Rachael and Lyn joined me.  There was a considerable
amount of splashing and horseplay, and with three in the shower enclosure, some
portion of anatomy was rubbing against another. Lyn used her finger on me, and I
started on Rachael and Rachael did Lyn.  As usual, the hot water ran out, but
Lyn and I had come once;  Rachael had come twice, and didn't want me to stop.
Rachael was too tight to use two fingers but I used my thumb on her clit, while
Lyn kissed her breasts and in spite of the rapidly cooling water, Rachael came
again.

 We dried each other off, somehow managing to avoid another session of mutual
love-making, even though we did keep each other turned on.  It was fun getting
dressed, every one commenting on everyone else's choice of clothes.  Finally we
were outside, walking down the sidewalk, arms wrapped around each other,
laughing and giggling at jokes only we could understand.

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