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Stargazing

By S. Duck

Registered U.S. Copyright, 2000

I jumped as the door suddenly opened. The music got loud and
then went back to a muffled volume. I continued leaning on the rail,
looking into the dark. I didn't turn as footsteps came across the
deck. Talma's hand slowly circled my waist; then she pulled me
tight against her hip. I pressed back.

"Hi, Kate. What's going on out here?" she said.

"I just came out for a bit of air and the quiet. I wanted to
look at the stars and the sky."

"I saw you with Stan. The two of you were fiery together. He
can really dance."

"Stan? Oh, yeah, that's his name. Sexy! I think I'll take
him home with Mitzi and me tonight. Oh, and thank you;
thanks for inviting Mitzi and me here tonight."

"Well, I hadn't seen you in a couple of months. It seemed
like time to get together. And, besides, I haven't thrown a
party for a long time."

I paused for a moment and then said, "I was looking at the
stars and thinking that you were always the one who knew
their names. Somehow, I was never interested enough to
memorize the names. What's that bright one there?"

"Silly. That's not a star, that's Jupiter; it's a planet."

"Well, I did know that Jupiter is a planet. I just didn't
know what it looks like."

"How many times have we looked at the stars from this deck?"

"Who could count? We've been doing it since we were little,
when it was Mom's house," she said.

"We had so many sleepovers when I'd ride my bike over here.
We'd sit out here on hot nights like tonight, just talking
and watching the stars."

"I like to remember the times we'd go lie down on the grass
down below, in the dark shadows, surrounded by fireflies.
Just you and me talking about boys and school and what we'd
do with our lives. Looking up at the stars and just
talking." She went quiet.

"Later on, it was mostly talking about boys," I said.

"Why don't we go down on there for a better look, like we
used to?"

I thought for a second. "Sure, I haven't seen any mosquitoes
tonight. Let's go! It'll be just like old times. Just me and
my best friend in the dark."

"Careful on the steps. I know the way down in the dark, so
hold my hand."

I held her hand and felt my way down the steps. We lay down
on the slope below the line of bushes that block the view
and the light from the deck above. As our eyes adapted to
the darkness, the Milky Way slowly brightened.

"It's such a beautiful, clear night, one of the best. I love
looking at the Milky Way when it's so clear and dark," I
said.

"I've always felt peaceful down here at night. The stars
look so near and personal. I like to think about them
masturbating."

"Masturbating? Talma, what are you talking about?"

"Well, mostly they're all alone. Some of them are double
stars, so I guess they might be doing kinky things to each
other through the eons, but lots of them are solitary. A few
are even multiple stars: far-out, stellar group sex, maybe."

"Talma, that's just plain weird. But it does give me a
different perspective on looking at the stars. Maybe it
gives me a different perspective on you."

We lay quietly on the grass. For a few minutes, we just
quietly looked up at the stars. Then Talma said, "That group
there is Lyra, the lyre, that bright star, Vega, and the
four in a figure below it. It was the instrument of Erato,
the muse of erotic poetry. It's my favorite summer
constellation. It always reminds me of feeling sexy under
the open sky."

"Yeah. Some summers we spent almost every night down here.
Remember how we'd be naughty by lying here naked when there
was no moon? How young were we when we first did that? I
can't even remember."

"We couldn't have been more than seven or eight. We did it
for several summers before we understood anything about sex.
It just felt deliciously rebellious."

"Yeah. And we began to understand about sex when I was
twelve. I remember that first masturbation clearly."

"And then you rode your bike over here like crazy the next
morning to tell me what you'd discovered and how we were
going to have such a good time that night after dark."

We were quiet a while, and then she said, "Sometimes I come
down here in the dark and relive that evening."

"Oh?" I said, and then I paused for a beat or two. "Not
getting enough in the marriage bed? Hubby not keeping up?"

"Kate! I'm sticking my tongue out at you!" She blew a
raspberry. "Actually, he does fine, but sometimes he falls
asleep, and sometimes he's just out of town, and sometimes I
just want a little variety."

"You want variety, you should come along to Seropan's some
evening with Mitzi and me; we'll get you plenty variety."

"I don't need that much variety. Maybe it's just that I like
to reminisce a little."

"How much do you like to reminisce? We could playact that
first time right now, right here in the same place."

"Kate! Are you serious? Aren't you getting enough from your
excursions to Seropan's?"

It was my turn to blow a raspberry at her. "That sounds like
a dare to me. You're game?"

"Sure! Strip!"

We lay back down in the grass, naked as twelve-year-olds.
Talma started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I asked. "This was pretty serious the
first time."

"I was just remembering my mother coming out onto the deck
to call us in at night. I almost expect to hear her any
minute. I was remembering how she called us in that night,
right after you taught me to get off. She would have died if
she'd known what we had been doing."

"OK. Serious now. Let's get started."

But she started giggling again. "Talma! Come on. Are we
going to do this or not? Get into character."

Still giggling, she said, "I just feel a little silly doing
this. And besides, I seem to remember that I giggled a bunch
that first time, so I am in character. So there!" And she
blew me another raspberry.

"OK. Let's try this again. Twelve years old now. Talma,
first take one hand, and move it down to the bottom of your
stomach until it comes to the lump over the bone, just above
where your legs meet. Just stroke that a little, kind of pet
it. Move your hand around and down a little; it feels like a
little copy of a horse rump, wide and soft and then divided
down lower."

Talma was starting to kind of hum to herself. "Mmmm. That
feels good."

"Kind of get hold of it, and squeeze the whole thing. Pull
on it a little. Now, pull your hand back up, and slide it
back down, but this time, let your middle finger slowly
glide down the groove. Just press ever so lightly."

Talma was still humming slightly. "Kate, I'm getting so
excited, doing this with you again."

"Well, it's supposed to get us going. I was going to say
`Feel how silky and soft the skin is down there,' like I did
when we were twelve, but it doesn't feel quite the same as
it did when we were twelve. Seems to be quite a bit hairier.
You know, I like to think of it as my Grand Canyon:
shrubbery around the rim, deep with folds and turns, and
moist far in the center."

"Now who's out of character," Talma said.

"Oh! OK. But when we do this again, we should both shave
first."

"When; when? You plan to do this again?"

"Well, we're doing it again already. We did it in our teens;
we're doing it again now; who knows when we'll do it again?
Let's start again. Aren't you supposed to giggle now?"

She giggled.

I scratched where some grass was tickling my hip. "Let's see
if I can remember just how I did it then. How'd I start?"

"I think the first thing you said was `You won't believe how
good this is going to be. I'm so glad I have a friend to
share it with.' And then you started telling me what to do."

So, I started up again. "You won't believe how good this is
going to be. I'm so glad I have my best friend to share it
with. Spread your legs, just a little. Take one hand, and
rub your tummy and then move it down until it comes to the
lump over the bone, just above where your legs meet. Just
stroke that a little, kind of pet it. Move your hand around
and down a little; it feels like a tiny copy of a horse's
rump, wide and soft and then divided down lower." I started
through the whole routine again, quietly reminiscing.

We started with caressing, and then moved on to rubbing.
Soon, we were into stroking. "Now, start at the top of your
slit, and slide your middle finger down, slowly down until
you reach the hole where you pee. Then slowly back up until
you reach the point where those little lips come together.
That's where the tip of your clitoris is. It should feel
real good right there." It felt good for me back then, and
it did again now. I was starting to breathe harder. I knew
it felt good for Talma, because she was kind of groaning,
moaning, and humming, all at the same time. "OK, Talma,
here's where it gets good. Just start rubbing up and down,
lightly on the tip, just for a second, and then come up
along the shaft." I heard her kind of startle and then to
start breathing deeply.

Talma let out a big sigh. "Oh, Kate, it feels so good. I
didn't know it would feel so good."

Was she talking in character? Was she describing how she
felt in the present? Her passion and the ambiguity raised my
excitement. I heard myself grunt and then moan. "Talma, keep
going. Speed it up! I'm getting close. Let's finish
together."

I heard her release a little squeal, a squeak; then she took
a huge breath. "Kate, Kate! Now, I can't hold it any
longer." And she took another huge breath, a noisy rasping
one; a straining, almost pained sound. Then she gave a short
sound like a cough; no, that must have been me, starting to
come.

"Oh, yes, Talma. Come with me; here I go." Sweating,
grunting, I swung my arm around, hitting her arm. Gasping, I
grabbed her arm. I heard her gasp, and then I heard us both
exhale in huge sighs. I lay there, dripping, feeling the
grass under my ass, looking at Lyra, feeling serenity seep
into me. Slowly our breathing returned to normal, and we lay
there peacefully looking up at the stars.

"What are you doing?" Talma was rummaging around in the
dark.

"Looking for my lighter. Ah, found it."

A small pool of light from the flame lit up her nude body. I
asked her, "Haven't you given those things up yet?"

"I keep trying. I've tried a lot. Once, I decided that since
I enjoy cigarettes, I should try something more enjoyable to
replace them. I'd masturbate and give myself an orgasm every
time I wanted a cigarette. Worked for two days; did you ever
get sore from too much sex? Ouch!"

I laughed. "No! Well, not from doing it to myself, but there
was the time with the high school football team."

"What? Our whole football team! I knew you went with Billy
Johnston in high school, but I didn't know you took on the
rest of our team. What'd Billy say to that?"

"It wasn't our team; it was Northside's. I was mad after
Billy dumped me, so I figured I'd do the entire other team,
twice actually. I set it up with their captain, Hunter
Larkin. I made a deal with him. I did the whole team after
practice, a week before the big game. The deal was that I'd
do them all again if they won. Figured that'd give them a
big encouragement to win. Boy, was Billy miserable when our
team lost. Everyone figured there was no way Northside could
ever win."

Talma was shrieking with laughter, rolling on the lawn. She
gasped out, "I ... I ... I can't believe you did that.
You ... You're putting me on, aren't you?" Catching her
breath, she asked, "You did the whole Northside team?" And
she collapsed onto the lawn again, holding her stomach.
"Twice?"

I was starting to get into the spirit of it, too, laughing
so that I had a little trouble getting the words out. "Oh
no! I'm not putting you on. Not. I even did their geek
manager. But I was sore afterwards." I paused to laugh and
then to catch my breath. "Just a little sore the first time,
but pretty darn sensitive the second time, `cause it was
only a few days later." Talma was rolling around in the damp
grass, laughing too hard to talk. "Talma. Are you laughing
at me?" I said.

"No!" she gasped. "But I think it's incredibly funny. Billy
dumps my friend, Kate; so she screws the entire other team.
What a way to get back at Billy!"

"I stayed home from school the next day, pleaded cramps. I
was just way too sore to walk between classes."

"But wait! It's cool that you did all of them to get even.
It's cool that you encouraged them to win that year, but
Billy wouldn't have known that you helped his team lose. Not
much of a payback for dumping you. I mean, you knew he'd be
pissed at losing the game, but he wouldn't know you got
him."

"Well, it wouldn't be much if that's all I had done. I would
have been satisfied just with screwing them all, but I
wanted Billy to know that he had screwed up by dumping me.
So, I told him--I sent him pictures, and I added a note."

Talma got a lot more serious. "You told him? Pictures?
Weren't you afraid of what he'd tell people?"

"Hell, by the time I started going steady with Billy, I'd
screwed half the guys in our class. Who would he tell that
would care? They all knew I was a wild woman. If he told
anyone, it would just improve what everyone knew about me
anyway, and it would just make him look like an ass.
Besides, I was going off to college, and he wasn't, so what
difference could it make?"

"So you screwed the whole Northside team and sent the whole
travelogue to Billy and then left town! This is great."

"Actually, there were only two pictures. They were close-ups
of Hunter and me: one, him just entering and the other, all
the way in; he has the biggest penis I've ever had. The note
said, `Billy, Thought you'd like to see why Northside won
the big game. I like them big now, not like yours. Hunter's
is really big, and you can see that I can really take it.' I
wonder what Billy's doing these days; still working at his
father's lumber yard, I'd guess."

"These days, he's actually running the yard. I saw him at a
party a few months ago. SOB backed me into a corner and
spent five minutes feeling me up before I got out; came
close to using my knee on him. I didn't want to make too
much of a commotion at the party, but I'd have loved for him
to have gone home with his wife asking why he was limping.

"But after hearing your story, I know what I'll do next
time. If he does it again, I'll grope him for a while to get
him hard. Maybe I'll even stick my hand down his shorts.
When he's good and interested, I'll go, `Oh, it's true,' and
quickly back away. Then, I'll say `Hunter Larkin's is still
bigger than yours.' That'll fix him." And then we both
started rolling around on the grass, laughing again.

"Kate," she gasped, "Kate ... Kate, I'm still horny, or
maybe just horny again. The first time was so good; let's do
it again, this time we'll dedicate it to Billy Johnston,
who'll never screw either of us again."

"OK," I choked out, "OK; just let me catch my breath for a
minute."

I thought for a minute and then asked, "Are you sure you
want to do this? I mean, aren't you going to want to play
with hubby after the party? You might be all used up
afterwards."

"He's no good for anything tonight. That's how I found you
on the porch. He started on beers before anyone arrived
tonight. I found him sitting in a stiff-backed chair with
his back to the window onto the deck, just staring into
space, totally bombed, just staring. When I went to get him
to take him up to bed, I saw you out on the deck. So I
dragged him upstairs, poured him into bed, and came out on
the deck to visit with you. He walked into the door on his
way into the bedroom; he's out for the night, and I'm on my
own. C'mon, let's party a little more! I'll lead this time;
this time it's my way."

I lay down, but Talma was doing something, so I sat up
again. "What's up, now?" I called.

"I told you that I come down here sometimes to enjoy myself.
We keep a spare house key in one of those hollowed-out fake
rocks. But I have a second rock that no one else knows
about. I keep some supplies in it, just for those special,
personal occasions. Here's some tissues for you. Now, hold
out your right hand."

I put out my hand, and she took hold of it. Something wet
landed on it; it was slick, slimy. "What's that?" I asked.

"Lube. You know what to do with it, don't you? When I told
you I come down here to enjoy myself, I meant I come down
here to really enjoy myself. I don't intend to risk making
myself chafed again. I don't really need this stuff, but I
like the variety of how smooth it feels. Just let me know if
you need some more."

We lay down, side-by-side again. I looked up at the stars
again. There was Lyra. The grass tickled my sides and butt.
I started giggling this time.

"Well," Kate said. "What is it now?"

"It's just the two of us, lying here like we did when we
were horny teenagers. It's fun thinking how little has
changed in some ways."

"OK. Here we go. Put that lube where it counts. Tell me if
you want some more. I like to slowly rub my moist three long
fingers up and down from the very top end of my clit, slowly
spreading my outer lips, down past the tip of my clit, and
all the way down until the tips of my fingers go into the
opening of my vagina. Then slowly backing out pressing
harder, all the way back to the top of my slit, just to
where the hair starts. Back down again, just to the point of
the tips going in, and then back again. Slowly, slowly. I
love to feel the width of my fingers spreading my outer
lips. Mmmm. Are you following along?"

A little breathless, I was startled to be asked a question.
"Of course I am, but it's just too intense for me to touch
the actual tip so soon. But why don't you give me a little
more of that lube. I'm wet enough, but my clit would enjoy a
little more slipping."

She slopped a bunch more lube on my hand, and we both went
back to the matter at hand. "After I've done this for a
couple of minutes, then I use my left hand on my tits.
First, I take the whole right one in my hand and squeeze it
lightly. Don't stop with your right hand. I do that a few
times, then I start to knead it, the whole thing. Mostly,
I'll just do it gently, but every so often, I give it a good
squeeze; now. Gently a few times, and then firmly again.
Squeeze now, Kate." At that, she moaned gently.

For me, the response was a gasp; my breasts are much too
sensitive for such fervent molding. I backed off to my own
comfort zone. My hand glided slowly over my breast, almost
missing the nipple. Talma plunged ahead.

"Squeeze harder, now." I heard her gasp and then start to
breathe more deeply. As if from a distance, I heard my own
reaction, almost a mewing sound.

I was getting warmer, sweating in the humid air near the
grass. "Talma, I'm so aroused. My vagina is getting so wet
it's leaking."

"Mine, too," Talma said. "Isn't that what you want? Now, I
like to start lengthening my stroke so my fingers go in up
to the first knuckle." And she started to pant, just a
little. "Now I'm moving my hand to my left tit; that's the
more sensitive one." She gasped, again. "Just knead it
firmly for a while."

Lord, how can she do it so hard, I thought. I'd levitate if
I did it like that. Just a couple of gentle squeezes and I
went back to light stroking. That's enough to send me.

Now Talma's breath was rapid and growing deeper. Mine
followed hers. I was getting close to a climax as she was
building toward hers. I could hear the wet sounds as our
hands squirmed in and then sucked back out. Talma whispered,
"Now. Start pulling on your nipple; roll it back and forth
between your fingers. Pinch it hard. Now, I start moving my
hand back and forth over the shaft of my clit. The head is
getting too sensitive to rub now."

I took my hand off my breast; I needed it for something
else. I raised my butt up and put two fingers into my
vagina.

"Kate! Here it comes!" I heard her draw a huge deep breath
and grunt like she had before. Then she said in a strained
whisper, "Here's to you, Billy Johnston," and she sort of
squealed. Her orgasm triggered the start of mine, I felt
like my clitoris was growing larger and larger, more and
more sensitive. If I didn't come soon, I'd have to start
stroking it like a man. I pushed those two fingers in and
held them there, my vagina pulsing tighter and tighter as I
started to come. My fingers moved back and forth on a huge
clitoris, and then I froze as the orgasm peaked.

I lay on the grass with my legs open, too spent to even
close or straighten them. I looked up at the quiet stars; I
felt as peaceful as the heavens. Talma was gasping next to
me, her legs just flopped open, too.

Sweaty and breathless, we lay quietly in the heat for some
length of time. Crickets and the slow motion of the stars
finally brought us back to the present. I took Talma's hand,
squeezing and then just holding it. She sighed, and we
watched the stars for a while longer. Vega spun past the
zenith.

Then we heard the door onto the deck slide open, the music
swelling as it slid.

"Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down,"
they sang.

The door slid closed, and the quiet was accented by
footsteps on the deck.

Kate whispered to me, "Party's over. I set that up as the
last song."

The footsteps stopped, and it was quiet again. Mitzi called
out, "Hey, Kate. You out there? Stan and I are ready to go
home. Kate. Hello."

Talma squeezed my hand again, and we called out
simultaneously, "Coming, Mother." And we collapsed into a
giggling hug.

END

Registered U.S. Copyright, 2000

Janey gets my sincere compliments for proofing and finding
my errors. I hope I didn't add too many after she read this.

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