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	A Pink Lady After All
	by Ann Douglas

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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by
Paramount Pictures.  This story is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered parody. No copyright
infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.

				---

	Dressed in a light pink, short-sleeved dress, Sandy Olsen sat
alone on the high wall overlooking Thunder Road, far from the rest
of the crowd that had gathered to watch the grudge race between
the T-Birds and the Scorpions.  Originally a grudge match between
the two gang leaders, it had become of even more interest to the
blonde-haired girl now that Danny Zuko was now driving "Grease
Lightning", the car the T-Birds had rebuilt in the auto shop at
Rydell High.

	There had been times, over the last eleven months, that
Sandy had wished she'd never met Danny Zuko.  The boy was
aggravating and captivating at the same time, alternating between
being a sweet, charming young man and a tough, semi-lawless hood.
But there was more to it than just a girl being attracted to the
wrong kind of boy.  As much as she would liked to have been able to
deny it, the last year had seen an awakening in the seventeen-year
old girl of feelings she'd never imagined existed.  At least not in
her.

	Almost daily now, she found herself wrestling with desires
that she'd been taught all her life were wrong.  Imagining herself
doing things that no self-respecting girl, even in 1959, would ever
consent to.  Not outside of her marriage bed at least, and even
there some things were still considered taboo.

	It had all come to a head a few days ago, the night of the
big dance contest at the school.  The whole school had been looking
forward to it and the contest had even been televised on Vince
Fontaine's National Band.  She and Danny had gone as a couple, and
Sandy had been convinced that he was finally coming around to her
view of what their relationship should be.  Especially after their
disastrous date at the Drive-In when he tried to make a move on
her.  A night that had ended with her walking out of him and going
home alone.

	Then, just when she was sure she would be able to put all of
those feelings back in the lock box they'd escaped from, it had all
gone even more terribly wrong.  Near the end of the dance contest,
Sandy had been pushed aside by Chi Chi DiGregorio, a girl from
Saint Bernadette's School for Girls, who the other girls all said
was the best dancer, with the worse reputation.  Chi Chi and Danny
won the contest, and it was apparent that they'd also had a
previous relationship.  One in which, Sandy was certain, Chi Chi
hadn't hesitated to do all those things that boys tried to get a girl
to do.  Maybe even going all the way.

	The roar of the crowd interrupted Sandy's musings as
Grease Lightning raced across the finish line to win the race.  Most
of the small crowd raced forward to congratulate Danny, the sole
exception being Frenchie, one of the Pink Ladies, who had
befriended Sandy even before her first days at Rydell.   She had
seen the Australian girl sitting all alone and ran instead in her
direction.

	"Sandy, Danny won!"  the redheaded girl in the low cut purple
blouse, tapered black skintight pants and bright pink jacket gushed
with  excitement as she reached her friend.  "Isn't that great?"

	"Yeah,"  Sandy said, her voice hardly reflecting enthusiasm
as she brushed back a few loose stands of hair that had slipped out
from under her headband.

	"What's the matter?"  Frenchie asked, taking over her
oversized, white framed sunglasses.  "Aren't you happy?"

	"No, not really,"  Sandy replied in the same tone.  "But I
think I know a way that I could be.  Would you help me?"

	"Of course,"  the Pink Lady said.

	"Can I come over to your place?"  Sandy asked, a look of
hope in her eyes.

	"Sure, come on,"  Frenchie said, happy to be able to help.

				-=-=-=-

	Leaving the others behind, Sandy and Frenchie soon reached
the streets above and headed for her house.  They'd gone a few
blocks without really talking, then the redhead felt compelled to
ask, "What's wrong?"

	"Everything,"  Sandy said as she turned and looked at her
friend.

	The pink-jacketed girl waited a long moment to give Sandy
time to expand on that single word.  Taking a deep breath, the
blonde gave voice to the conclusion she'd reached hours before but
had yet to give voice to.  "I need to change,"  she simply said.

	Four simple words, but ones which could change the
direction of her life.

	When those words had belonged to Frenchie, her response
had been to drop out of high school and enroll instead in beauty
school.  That plan didn't go as well as she expected when she
dropped out of that as well after failing just about every course.
She'd since gone back to Rydell to get her diploma, but hardly
thought she was one to offer advice in changing your life.

	"I think we need to talk to Rizzo then,"  Frenchie said,
thinking that she would know what Sandy should do.

	With short, off the collar black hair, a powerful personality
and a body that left most boys in an embarrassed state, Betty
Rizzo was the current leader of the Pink Ladies.  Known to
everyone but her parents as simply Rizzo, she'd had an on again,
off again, relationship with Kenickie, the leader of the T-Birds.
Earlier in the year, Sandy had gotten the impression that she
might've also dated Danny at some point.  Her reputation wasn't as
bad as Chi Chi DiGregorio's, but Rizzo was nevertheless known as a
girl who did what she had to do to get what she wanted.

	Sandy's relationship with Rizzo had been mixed.  There were
numerous times when the Pink Lady went out of her way to make
fun of her.  Yet, for some reason,  there had also been an equal
number when it seemed like she wanted to be her friend as well.
Hopefully, today would be one of the latter.

	A few hours later, they found Rizzo at home after striking
out at a few other places.  Still wearing the purple short-sleeved
blouse and black skirt she'd worn to school, it looked like Rizzo was
just getting home.  It was quickly apparent to both girls that today
was indeed going to be the latter times because the normally
hard-bitten Rizzo was in a mood far happier than they'd seen her
in a long time.

	The reason, which she felt a need to share with someone,
even Sandy and Frenchie, was that she'd just discovered that she
wasn't pregnant as she, and most of the gang, had believed.  A visit
to the doctor for her test results had confirmed that her missed
period was just an aberration and that it should return to normal
next month.

	"That's great news,"  Frenchie said, quickly shifting her
congratulations right into the reason for their visit, deciding to
strike while the iron was hot.

	Rizzo listened attentively as Frenchie explained the
situation, her riveting gaze glancing occasionally in Sandy's
direction.  The look she found in Sandy's eyes was one of desire
and an anxiousness that bordered on desperation.  The combination
brought a mischievous sparkle to her own eyes.

	"Of course I'd be happy to help,"  Rizzo said with a smile as
soon as her fellow Pink Lady had finished.

	The quickness with which Rizzo had agreed to help Sandy
surprised Frenchie.  Despite the good news Rizzo had just gotten,
Frenchie had known the leader of the Pink Ladies far too long to
just take her offer at face value.  At the same time, and for the
same reason, she was also hesitant to question her sudden goodwill.

	"Oh that would be wonderful!"  Sandy exclaimed, seeing in
the offer of help the answer to her problems.

	"Yes, wonderful,"  Frenchie echoed, with a little hesitation.

	"Why don't you come on in and we'll see what we can do,"
Rizzo said as she stepped aside and let Sandy pass by her into the
house.

	Frenchie started to follow, but stopped as Rizzo moved in
front of her.

	"I think it'll be better if Sandy and I work this out alone,"
Rizzo said quietly,  "you understand, don't you?"

	Frenchie nodded her head, she understood all too well.

	"Tell Sandy I'll see her later,"  the redhead said as she
turned away from the front door of Rizzo's house and began to
walk down the street.

	Rizzo watched her until she was halfway down the block
before closing the door.  The smile on her face was broader then
ever.

				-=-=-=-

	"What happened to Frenchie?"  Sandy asked as Rizzo walked
into the living room alone.

	"She had some errands to run so she split,"  Rizzo said.

	"Oh okay,"  Sandy said, accepting the explanation at face
value.

	"Would you like something to drink,"  Rizzo asked as she led
Sandy towards the couch,  "a beer or a soda?"

	"A soda would be nice."

	"Coming right up,"  Rizzo said as she headed off to the
kitchen.

	The dark-haired girl was only gone a minute, returning with a
bottle of soda in one hand and a beer in another.  She handed
Sandy the soft drink and sat down on the other side of the couch.

	"I really want to thank you for offering to help me, Riz,"
Sandy said.  "I know we haven't been tight but..."

	"So, what's the tale, nightingale?"  Rizzo interrupted after
taking a long drink from her own bottle, wanting to hear it from
Sandy's own mouth.

	"I want you to help me be more the kind of girl that Danny
would want,"  Sandy said without hesitation.

	"I thought Zuko wanted you just fine,"  Rizzo said,
remembering some of the ridiculous things the T-Bird had done to
impress Miss Prim and Proper.

	"I thought so too,"  Sandy agreed,  "but I don't think it's
enough.  Not after he went off with that girl from the dance
contest."

	"Ah Chi Chi,"  Rizzo grinned as she visualized the girl from
Saint Bernadette's.  "I've heard she does know how to make a guy
happy."

	Sandy nodded her agreement, thinking it diplomatic not to
mention that was a comment she'd heard some of the other girls
at Rydell make about the brunette as well.  Not if she wanted her
help.

	"Do you think that you could do the things that make a guy
happy?"  Rizzo asked.

	"I... I think so,"  Sandy answered, her slight hesitation
saying more than her words.

	"Say 'fuck',"  Rizzo said.

	"Excuse me?"

	"Say 'fuck',"  the black haired girl repeated,  "If you can't
handle words, how are you ever going to handle a guy."

	"Fuck,"  Sandy said awkwardly.

	"Cock,"  Rizzo said.

	"Cock,"  Sandy repeated, this time a little more confidently.

	"Blow job."

	"Blow job,"  Sandy said without pause, then her face took on
a confused look and she asked Rizzo, "What's a blow job?"

	"You're kidding, right?"  an astonished Rizzo asked in turn.

	"No, I don't know what that is,"  Sandy admitted.

	"Going down on a guy,"  Rizzo said, only to still be met with a
look of confusion.

	Rizzo brought her hand up to her mouth and made several
pumping motions into her mouth, illustrating what she was talking
about.  The demonstration had it's intended effect as the image of
what the older girl was talking about filled Sandy's head.

	"Oh my God,"  Sandy gasped,  "I could never do that."

	"Don't be so hasty,"  Rizzo laughed softly.  "You learn to do
that good enough and a guy'll forget all about trying to stick it
between your legs."

	"I thought only bad girls did things like that,"  Sandy said,
then regretted her words since it was obvious that Rizzo was
speaking from experience.

	"Come on,"  Rizzo said, a touch of annoyance now in her tone,
"do you think that girls like Doris Day, Sandra Dee and Annette
have never done it?  Well maybe not Annette, but she works for
Walt Disney."

	"I guess not,"  Sandy said, thinking that the real women
Rizzo mentioned were probably nothing like their public images.

	"You know, maybe you're setting your sights too high,"  Rizzo
offered.  "Eugene might be more your speed, although I don't think
he's ever had a relationship with anything other than his hand."

	"Oh no, it has to be Danny,"  Sandy quickly said, pushing
aside the suggestion that she'd settle for the class spaz.

	"Even if he wanted you to go down on him?"

	"Yes,"  the blonde girl answered, this time with conviction.

	Rizzo smiled.  When she'd first met Sandy at the beginning
of the school year, she thought the paper shaker too pure to be
pink, a real wet rag.  Now, she wasn't that sure.  In fact, tonight
might even be more interesting than she first thought.  A lot more
interesting.

	"Ever let a guy touch you when you were playing back seat
bingo?"  she asked Sandy.

	"Well, Danny put his hand on my breast at the drive in,"
Sandy confessed,  "but I didn't let him keep it there."

	Rizzo smiled.  She'd heard all about the great Danny Zuko
being shot down and stranded at the drive in after he'd tried to
cop a feel from her.  Just about everyone in the school had heard
the story of his fake out.

	"Ever do anything with anyone else?"

	"Well, kissing and stuff."

	"What kind of stuff?"

	"Just stuff."

	"Ever practice with any of your girlfriends?"  Rizzo asked,
watching as much for Sandy's reaction as her answer.

	"Practice?"

	"Practice,"  Rizzo repeated, then elaborated, "kissing and
stuff."

	"Oh I don't know anyone who does that,"  Sandy replied, a
response that seemed almost as defensive as it was quick.

	Rizzo found it interesting that Miss Virginity of 1959 hadn't
reacted to the suggestion quite the same way as she did the
prospect of a blow job.  It made her wonder if she might not be
adverse to the suggestion, assuming she'd had someone who was
willing.

	"Not even Frenchie?"  Rizzo asked.

	"I don't think she's that kind of girl,"  came Sandy's reply.

	At that, Rizzo burst out laughing.  Sandy asked what was so
funny, but the dark-haired girl couldn't stop long enough to
answer.  Finally, she managed to come to grips long enough to say,
"Well it wasn't the guys who gave her the name Frenchie."

	This time, Sandy immediately understood was Rizzo was
talking about.

	"Oh,"  she simply said.

	"Have you ever wanted to practice with any of your
girlfriends?"  Rizzo asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.

	A long moments passed, then a minute which quickly dragged
into two.  Rizzo patiently waited for an answer as she finished off
the remainder of her beer.  Rushing an answer was the worst thing
she could do.

	"I guess I have thought about it a few times,"  the blonde
hesitantly  admitted, putting into words for the first time her
second most secret fantasy.

	"Would you like me to call back Frenchie so the two of you
could practice?"  Rizzo asked, holding her breath a second time as
she waited for an answer.

	Unlike before, the wait was less than half as long.  Sandy
looked right into Rizzo's eyes and said,  "I'd rather practice with
you."

	As soon as the words come out of her mouth, Sandy wished
she could've taken them back.  If having had sexual fantasies
about other girls had been her second greatest secret, it was
topped by the admission that the girl sitting across from her
inhabited those dreams.  The same dark side that drew her to
Danny Zuko, also applied to Betty Rizzo.  More so, she realized,
because it was an even more forbidden fruit.  It would've greatly
surprised her to know that not dissimilar thoughts were also going
through Rizzo's head.

	If she wanted, Betty Rizzo could have just about any guy at
Rydell, including a few of the teachers.  The pool of possible
female partners was certainly smaller, but she had her choice
there as well.  Certainly she had shared the charms of her fellow
Pink Ladies to one degree or another.

	Frenchie, of course, had been totally into girls since
freshman year.  Jan, the youngest member, was also the least
sexually active, but had done what needed to be done in order to
pass her initiation.  Marty Maraschino, the last of their quartet
was, like Rizzo, into both boys and girl.  The only difference being
she wouldn't go all the way with a boy.  Determined to go to her
wedding bed with her maidenhood intact, Marty was living proof of
the maxim Rizzo had earlier shared about the advantages of
fellatio.  The list of those who could attest to her skill in that area
had recently grown to included Vince Fontaine on the night of the
dance contest.  Yet, despite all the options available to her, no one
had ever excited the dark haired girl as much as the near innocent
sitting across from her.

	Rizzo put down her own empty drink, then reached across
and took the coke bottle out of Sandy's hand.  No words were
exchanged as she leaned over a second time and kissed the blonde
haired girl softly on her lips.

				-=-=-=-

	"That was cool,"  Rizzo said as she pulled back from the
brief kiss.

	"Yeah, it was a kick,"  Sandy warmly agreed as Rizzo reached
out and gently stoked the side of the blonde haired girl's face.

	Encouraged by Sandy's response, Rizzo repeated the kiss.
This time, it lasted a little longer and quickly became more
intimate as she pressed against Sandy's lips with her tongue.  Her
heart skipped a beat as she felt Sandy's mouth open to admit it.
Further emboldened, she coupled their third kiss with the laying of
her left hand against the underside of the blonde's breast.  That
action had brought a quick rebuke when Danny Zuko had done it,
but now it produced just a soft moan that was swallowed by yet
another press of their lips together.

	Giving in to the warm rush racing through her body, Sandy
threw her arms around Rizzo's neck, pulling the older girl down on
top of her as she stretched out across the length of the couch.
The caution she normally would've exhibited with a boy in this
situation was nowhere to be found.  Desire had taken hold with an
intensity she'd never imagined, and the previously inhibited young
woman had no inclination to try and hold it in check.

	Never having had any inhibitions in the first place, Rizzo
simply let her passions take her where they may.  She again
pressed her tongue deep into Sandy's mouth, even as both hands
massaged her body through the pink dress.  The neophyte lover
responded with equal fervor if not experience.  Her hands ran down
the length of Rizzo's back, grabbing the cheeks of her ass and
pressing their bodies hard together.  The press of Rizzo's leg
between hers brought on another set of loud moans.

	Rizzo began to work the buttons on Sandy's dress, opening
the front all the way down to the belt around her waist, the buckle
of which came just as easily undone.  Her hands slipped inside the
pink garment and under the simple white bra that now lay exposed.
It took but another heartbeat's time for that to be lifted aside,
bringing into view the symmetric orbs of soft flesh beneath, each
capped by an eraser-sized nipple jutting out from light pink halos.

	Filled with excitement, she kissed Sandy once more, then
began to work her way downward.  She kissed and licked her way
down across her neck, while at the same time, working her hands up
the length of the blonde's body from the opposite direction.  Her
open palms cupped the bottom half of Sandy's breasts, even as she
buried her face, and darting tongue, deep in the valley between.

	Sandy's head was swimming in erotic delight as tiny waves of
pleasure radiated from her chest.  Previously the preserve of only
her own hand, she gave it, and much more, willingly to the pleasures
Rizzo had to offer.  Pleasures that continued to grow in size and
scope with each new touch.

	Rizzo shifted her head slightly and ran her tongue across
Sandy's flesh, passing over her excited nipple and pausing just long
enough to give it a quick caress.  Sandy let out a loud cry, signaling
both her enjoyment and an urgent plea for more.  A plea Rizzo was
already answering as she closed her mouth around her nipple,
drawing it deep inside as she sucked softly.

	Sandy was ecstatic as the wet touch engulfed her and Rizzo
moved from one mound to the other.  She had often dreamed of
someone playing with her breasts, but none of the boys in her
fantasies, not even Danny, inspired the reactions now taking hold.

	Back and forth Rizzo moved, producing tiny sparks with her
teeth and tongue.  She kept this up for a few minutes, then
unexpectedly stopped.  Sandy looked up as Rizzo lifted herself just
high enough as to be able to grab the bottom of her shirt and lift
it over her head, dropping it to the side.  Then, with equal
quickness, she reached back and undid the clasp of her bra, quickly
pulling it off and letting to fall on top of her blouse.

	Sandy's eyes opened wide as the beauty of Rizzo's breasts
came into focus.  Similar in size and shape to her own, they were
set apart by much larger areola, darker in color and capped by
much thicker nipples.  They were hardly the first breasts she had
seen, but never had she looked at another girl's endowments in
quite this context.

	Rizzo cradled each breast in an outstretched palm for a
moment, rubbing her flesh and working away the stiffness that had
set in while confined.  Then, letting them fall free, she leaned
forward and brought them to within each reach of Sandy's mouth.

	Eager to accept as a baby with a bottle, Sandy quickly drew
one nipple into her mouth and began to suck on it.  She'd always
wondered why it was that men seem to be so fascinated by a
woman's breasts, now she knew.  The softness in her mouth was
like sweet honey as her tongue whirled around the stiff hardness in
its center.  Enthusiasm was sometimes a poor substitute for skill,
but in this case, Rizzo didn't seem to mind in the least.  There
would be, she was sure, plenty of time in the future for her to
become more skilled.  For now, it was enough just to let Sandy have
fun with it and enjoy the experience.

	Eventually, Rizzo returned to orally massaging Sandy's left
mound, even as the nimble fingers of her hand brought a
gratifying, if lesser pleasure to its twin.  The brunette shifted
hand and mouth, balancing the delights she brought the girl
beneath her.  Even as she did, her remaining hand was far from
idle, sliding down Sandy's side to pull up the bottom of her dress
until it was bunched up against her waist.

	Moving back between the prone girl's legs, Rizzo's hand
found a pair of panties already soaked with Sandy's arousal.  Her
fingers slipped under the elastic barrier and brushed across the
small, light colored patch of hair that covered her sex.

	"Oh God!"  Sandy gasped even louder as Rizzo pressed on and
probed her tight virgin sex.

	An experience that, as much as it excited Sandy, had an
even greater effect on Rizzo.  Working a second finger into the
warm, tight opening, she slowly moved both of them back and
forth, each time penetrating a little deeper.  Each new entry
caused Sandy to writhe in ecstasy, her cries blending into one long,
continuous moan.

	With lightning bolts of delight from two directions crossing
her body, Sandy found herself lost in a sea of near orgasmic
heaven.  A sea whose waves doubled and tripled in intensity as
Rizzo increased the pace of her ministrations, adding a third
source of enchantment when her thumb came to rest against
Sandy's excited nub, quickly bringing, to that most sensitive of
spots, the same energy she'd brought to the rest of her sexual
core.

	Sandy's breathing quickened even more as she felt her body
teetering on the edge of rapture, a place she had never visited
under the tutelage of another.  Rizzo knew she was almost there,
spurring her to into one last maximum effort.  She took Sandy's
nipple in her mouth as once more, her hand thrusting deeper and
harder than it had before.

	"Riiiiizzzzooooooo!!!!"  Sandy screamed she exploded in a
climax unlike any by her own hand.

	Her body rocked with total abandon, shaking with an
intensity that would've sent her flying off the couch had it not
been for the weight of the woman above.  A woman who, despite
the frantic thrashing beneath her, continued to give her all,
extending the length of Sandy's orgasm as long as possible.

	When Sandy's body finally came to rest, Rizzo lifted herself
off the couch.  Just far enough that she could lean over and kiss
Sandy once more.  A kiss that lasted a very long time.

				-=-=-=-

	The two girls lay interlocked on the couch, sharing the
fading glow of Sandy's orgasm.  They gently stroked each other's
bodies, sharing soft touches and even softer kisses.  Normally,
after she'd been with a guy, even if she'd only gotten him off,
Rizzo couldn't wait to put some distance between them.  With a
girl, she enjoyed the aftermath almost as much as the lovemaking
that led to it.  Besides, even if Sandy hadn't realized it yet, the
night was far from over.

	Another difference between the men and women that
shared Rizzo's attentions, was that too often the men were really
just boys trying to be men.  Thinking with the tiny head between
their legs and not the one above their shoulders.  Just about all of
the T-Birds, including Danny and Kenickie, fell into that category.
Girls on the other hand, even the few freshmen she'd been with,
seemed to always be more levelheaded.  Sex with a woman involved
a lot more than just getting their rocks off, as Kenickie often
described it.

	In the long run, Rizzo knew, she would probably wind up
marrying some guy because that was what society expected of her.
Spending her life with a woman, however more desirable that might
be, just wasn't in the cards.  That would take a courage she really
doubted she had.  Courage, she had been surprised to discover,
existed in someone she never would've imagined capable of it.

	 Last year, while working off some detention hours in the
registrar's office, she happened to come across the address cards
of both Principal McGee and her secretary, Blance.  According to
the cards, the two women lived on opposite ends of town.  Yet they
always seemed to arrive together every morning, as well as leave
together at night.  It was a long way for one of them to go to pick
up the other.

	Filled with curiosity, Rizzo had followed them home the next
afternoon, discovering that they only went as far as the apartment
listed as the home address of the Principal.  The other address, it
turned out, was that of the secretary's married sister.  The two
older women had been sharing an apartment for the better part of
thirty years.  A fact that hardly needed to be kept secret, unless
there was a lot more involved than just sharing the bills.

	After that day, Rizzo felt a new respect for the Principal
and went out of the way not to rattle her cage the way she did
most of the other teachers. To this day, she had never shared with
anyone what she knew about the two of them.

	"A nickel for your thoughts,"  Sandy said as she saw the far
away look on Rizzo's face.

	"Do you think they're worth that much?"  Rizzo grinned as
she snapped out of her memories and kissed Sandy.

	"I'm not sure, but I know what your kisses are worth,"
Sandy laughed.

	"Just my kisses?"

	"Well, I'd have to say the rest was priceless,"  Sandy
beamed, remembering how wondrous she'd felt such a short time
before.

	"Priceless, huh,"  Rizzo grinned, thinking that was once of
the nicest things anyone had ever said about her.  "Well I'll tell
you what, why don't we go up to my bedroom and we'll see what
else might be priceless."

	"Won't your parents be home soon?"  Sandy asked, realizing
the late hour.

	"They went out to dinner and then they're going to see that
new Tony Curtis, Marilyn Monroe flick, 'Some Like It Hot' over in
Bakertown.  They won't be home until real late."  Rizzo replied.  "In
fact, why don't you call home and say you're going to spend the
night here.  I'm sure we could have a blast."

	Sandy really couldn't imagine what else Rizzo had in mind.
Nevertheless, she didn't hesitate a moment before reaching for
the nearby phone and to start dialing her home number.  She had
gone too far over the line to turn back now.

				-=-=-=-

	Reaching Rizzo's room, Sandy found it pretty much the same
as all the other girls she'd met since transferring to Rydell.  Right
down to the pile of 45's stacked next to the box record player.
There was even a five by five bulletin board on the dresser,
covered with photos of teen idols.  There was Troy Donahue of
course, along with Fabian, and of course Elvis who, despite being in
the Army, was still The King.  Then Sandy did a double-take when
she saw the collection on the bottom of the board.

	Lined up in a row, were pictures of Sandra Dee, Doris Day,
Deborah Kerr, Annette Funicello and Audrey Hepburn.  Unlike the
rest, the photo of Annette wasn't a head shot but one that showed
off the assets that endeared her to a generation of teenage boys.
And also, not a few girls as well.

	Rizzo stepped up behind her and once more undid the dress
Sandy had half pulled up before coming upstairs.  This time she slid
it all the way off, leaving the blonde in just her bra and panties.
Rizzo hadn't bothered to cover her own semi-nudity and pressed
her breasts into Sandy's back, prompting the younger girl to sigh
softly and tilt her head back to meet Rizzo's in a kiss.

	Their mouths met, tongues again slipping past soft lips to
dance an erotic ballet.  Rizzo glided her hands up across Sandy's
stomach, slipping under the cups of her bra to come to rest against
her hard nipples.

	"Oh yes,"  Sandy moaned softly as she felt strong fingers
press against her tips.

	They continued to trade kisses and explore each other's
bodies, and in doing so rid themselves of what clothing remained.
It wasn't long before neither of them had anything else left to
remove.

	Breaking their embrace, both Sandy and Rizzo took a few
steps back in order to fully take in the other.  They had of course
shared both a locker room and shower during gym class during the
year, but those occasions had been restricted to clandestine
glances in each other's direction.  In public at least, it wasn't too
good an idea to be casting an eyeball in the wrong direction.

	"God, you're cherry,"  Rizzo exclaimed, letting out a loud
appreciative whistle at the same time.

	Sandy might've said the same of Rizzo, but for different
reasons.  The curves on the dark haired girl weren't as soft as
those on the blonde, there was a harder edge to her physique.  It
was a difference that thrilled Sandy to no end.

	"Oh, you have one of those new Barbie dolls,"  Sandy said,
her attention drifting for a moment as she spotted the eleven inch
doll on a bookcase.

	"Right now I'd rather have a Sandy doll,"  Rizzo replied,
bringing her attention back on track.  "Come on, I want to show you
something really boss.

	Rizzo guided Sandy to the nearby bed, sitting her down on
the bottom edge.  She dropped down to her knees, and spread
Sandy's legs apart, reaching in with her right hand and running her
fingers across the small blonde bush within.

	Sandy shuddered as Rizzo slipped two finger deep inside of
her, thinking that they were about to have a repeat of what had
happened downstairs.  She arched back her shoulders, closing her
eyes as those nimble digits began to move in and out.  Slowly at
first, then with increasing ferocity.  Little cries of delight spilled
from Sandy's mouth, as analogous ripples washed over her body.

	"Ahhhhh!!!"  Sandy cried out as her eyes popped open in
surprise as an even more wondrous sensation suddenly replaced the
touch of Rizzo's hand.

	Looking downward, she marveled to see the tangled mass of
Rizzo's dark curls, bouncing up and down as the leader of the Pink
Ladies pressed her mouth hard again the blonde covered mound
between her legs.  Her darting tongue stretching between her wet
folds, bringing with it a new definition of paradise.

	The sweet nectar that was Sandy excited Rizzo like few
girls had ever done before.  She licked hard and deep as Sandy
began to move in rhythm to the thrusts along her sugar walls,
glancing against her clit again and again.  Each wet caress sent an
electric shock rippling through her, their intensity rising with each
repetition.

	"Oh my, oh my, oh my God!"  Sandy cried out in shortened
breaths as the fires between her legs spread out like a forest fire,
devouring everything in their path.

	Fires that were blown out with explosive force short
moments later as Rizzo once more sent her hurdling over the
precipice.  Sandy collapsed back onto the bed as every muscle in
her body seemed to contract and  a shockwave of pleasure crashed
over her every inch.

				-=-=-=-

	This time, it took Sandy twice as long to emerge from the
orgasmic fog her climax had covered her in.  When her eyes opened
and finally focused, the first think she saw was a grinning Rizzo
leaning over her.

	"That was... that was...,"  she stammered,  "I don't know
what that was but I'm never going to forget it."

	"Think you want to try it?"  Rizzo smiled.

	Sandy's answer came not in words but in action as, fueled by
desire, she jumped up and off the bed.  She grabbed Rizzo and
rolled her over so that she was now the one on top.

	"I think I've created a monster,"  Rizzo laughed as she
imagined the marquee at the drive in advertising a film called "I
Was A Teenage Cunt-Licker."

	Their bodies pressed together, Sandy kissed Rizzo with all
of the passion her orgasm had instilled in her.  At the same time,
her hands cupped the brunette's breasts, squeezing the soft flesh
and rubbing her fingers over the stiff nipples.

	Rizzo moaned softly as, copying her example from earlier,
Sandy kissed her way down to the valley of her bounty, leaving a
wet train in her wake.  Bringing her hands together, Sandy pushed
Rizzo's breasts against each other, bringing both areolas within
easy each.

	Tilting her head right and left, Sandy drew wet, concentric
circles around each, licking the pointed tip of Rizzo's mounds
before drawing them one at a time into her mouth.  Her earlier
analogy of a babe and a bottle still held true as, if only in spirit,
she drew sustenance from her action.

	Rizzo moaned and squirmed as Sandy continued toward the
treasure below, her massaging fingers and mouth exhibiting a skill
inconsistent with her experience.  Reaching her prize, she paused
to take in the full beauty of the erotic flower.  A flower that had a
most intoxicating aroma, one that she drew deeply of as she leaned
forward and kissed its center.  Outstretched fingers parted the
dark haired folds and the curious girl slipped another finger past
the opening.

	To her delight, the warm, enveloping walls felt identical to
her own.  Then again, she told herself, it would've been silly to
think it would be otherwise.  More importantly, she mentally added,
what felt good to her should also feel good to Rizzo.  Despite what
people might've assumed of her, she was hardly such a square as to
have never pleasured herself in private.

	Slowly, she glided her finger in and out, adding a second and
then a third.  The reaction of Rizzo's body told her that she at
least was doing this right.  Now it was time to tread into unknown
territory.

	Reaching out with her tongue, Sandy ran it up and down the
length of Rizzo's sex, covering it with the sweet nectar that the
older girl's excitement had produced.  This, the blonde quickly
decided, was indeed different than her own, which she had tasted
out of curiosity.  That every girl had her own distinct flavor, at
least to a degree, was a discovery she found exciting.

	Her roving tongue began to branch out as she exposed more
of the pink walls, slipping back and forth, up and down.  Her tongue
alternating caressing the points of the compass with tight circles
around the clitoris which had become erect at her touch.  A loud
cry of satisfaction from Rizzo told her that was the spot to
concentrate her actions.

	It didn't take long for Sandy to fall into a natural rhythm,
licking and nibbling at the sweet flesh, sending diminutive sparks of
joy radiating outward.  Sparks that grew more powerful with each
oscillation.

	"I didn't create a monster,"  Rizzo thought as the first of
three orgasms began to take hold of her, each building on the
dynamism of the last,  "I've discovered gold!"

	Gold indeed as Sandy wrapped her lips around Rizzo's
clitoris, drinking deep of the fruits of her eager efforts.  For a girl
who only a day before had never gone beyond first base, the girl
from Australia had the potential to be the best lover she'd ever
had.

	Her second orgasm followed almost on the heels of the first,
the force of which left Rizzo quivering.  The third, and most
powerful, was the equal of any she'd ever had before.

	Her face covered with the juices of Rizzo's multiple
climaxes, Sandy dropped next to her lover, reaching up to pull her
head closer and bring their lips together.  This kiss, the most
intimate of all, was the pinnacle of their lovemaking.

	"Angel, you are the most!!!"  Rizzo declared with glee as she
hugged Sandy tightly.

	Sandy smiled, feeling more satisfied than she'd ever felt
before.  A satisfaction that wrapped around her like a comfortable
blanket, but one that was suddenly tossed aside by a cold chill as
she remembered the reason all of this had happened in the first
place.

	"Oh Riz, I forgot all about Danny,"  she gushed excitedly.  "I
love what just happened, but I still don't know what to do about
Danny?"

	"Don't worry,"  Rizzo said, thinking that if that blockhead
didn't want Sandy, she certainly did,  "I know just what to do.
First we'll do something with your hair, maybe make it more curly,
I know he likes that.  Then, I have this really great black outfit,
tight and low, that'll really razz his berries when he sees you in it."

	"That would be just the best,"  Sandy replied, her smile
quickly returning.  "How am I ever going to thank you?"

	Rizzo was almost ready to say she'd more than thanked her
already, but then thought better of it.  Instead, she leaned in for
another kiss, whispering as she did, "But all of that can wait until
the morning, why don't we see if you can do what you just did a
second time?"

	From the way Sandy kissed her back, the Pink Lady was
certain that, given the hours they had until tomorrow, the blonde
beauty might even be willing to go for a triple play.

END


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