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(FF- teens, intr, rom) *** Becky sat on the cracked red plastic of the coffee shop's last booth and glumly stared into her cup. Her whole life seemed, at that moment, to stretch out as an unending source of boredom. Two weeks out of High School, two weeks for the excitement of graduation to wear off, and she had to face the reality that High School was going to be the absolute best time of her life. It made her want to cry. "Damn it! It wasn't even that good!" She told the salt and pepper shakers, "I don't want that to be the best there is." Angry tears, the same angry tears she'd been fighting for days, welled up and threatened to drop. One day she'd let them fall. She hadn't already because she'd a good idea it wouldn't help. And on top of everything else, she hadn't gotten that lousy job she'd applied for. Becky suspected that it was because she was black. The successful applicant had been a pretty young white girl. Life just sucked so bad. Suddenly a voice intruded into Becky's misery. "Um, Hi, Becky." It was Christie, The Most Popular Girl in the School. The Head Cheerleader. The Homecoming Queen. The Prom Queen. Becky had always been torn between hating Christie's guts and envying her everything. "Hi, Christie." What does she want? Becky wondered. "Can I, uh, can I join you?" Christie was nervous about something, it was plain from the hesitancy and the way she shifted from one foot to another. Her big, cornflower colored eyes stared anxiously into Becky's. Intrigued, Becky nodded and motioned to the bench opposite. "Go ahead." Christie slid into the booth and smiled brilliantly at Becky. "Thanks. So what have you been doing since graduation?" Becky knew she was staring, knew she should stop, but it was so strange to have Christie even talking to her, let alone making conversation. At school Christie was the center of the in-crowd, and they almost never mixed with the black kids. "Nothing, much. I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do." Christie hesitated then looked at her hands as she said, "I sorta thought you were going to marry Richie." Did she want Richie? Was that it? "No. I'm not getting married. I don't think I'll ever get married." Why did she say that? Becky didn't want Miss Popular knowing she wasn't wanted; even if she didn't want any of the guys. "Really? I... Me either. I mean, it's such a dead end, you know?" Christie started to relax. "I didn't want that and it seems like everybody pushes you to do it, all the guys, my friends, my family... I just don't want to. I think it's great that you don't want it either. It's like a validation of what I'm feeling, y'know?" "You don't need validation from me!" Becky snapped. It made her angry, whatever little game Christie was playing was not something she wanted any part of. She looked around for the rest of Christie crowd, wondering when the laughter would start, wondering what the joke was. "I know." Christie nodded, "But I really like having it. You're always so together, so self-contained. I really envy that. I've always felt like I had to perform for people, like I was always on. I can't tell you how often I wanted to flip them all off. I used to notice the books you read and I'd go check them out of the library and, you know, they were almost always things I enjoyed. I usually wanted to be reading your books when I was supposed to be doing committee things. I.." Christie looked at her hands and her words came out in a rush, "I've always admired you. I wish we could be friends." Becky's mouth hung open in shock. "What?" Christie smiled. "I know what you're thinking. I know why you always looked at me like I was after something when I said Hi to you. I didn't really approach you in school because it would've made life Hell for both of us, but I always wanted to. Now that we're out of school, though, we can do anything we want. What I want is to be your friend." Becky swallowed at the obvious sincerity in Christie's voice. "Oh." Christie's smile laughed at her, just a little. "Yeah. Oh." "Well," Becky, hesitated, then cast caution to the winds. "Well, I guess that would be okay." There was an awkward little silence and then Christie smiled ruefully. "Would you like to come to my house?" Christie lived in the richest side of town. It would be something to see. "Sure." It figured that the Prom Queen would have a little red convertible. Becky felt vaguely ridiculous getting into it, but the warm summer air that blew into her face as they sped down the street felt great and almost instantly she started to relax. "What kind of music do you like?" Christie motioned to the glove compartment. "See if there's anything in there." CD's but some surprises. Christie, it seemed, liked funk and metal in equal doses. Becky pulled out some James Brown and Christie nodded. "Crank it up! I love it loud." As they drove, Becky had a few moments of evil satisfaction as they sped across town, the wind in their hair and music leaving an almost visible trail behind them. They passed several of Christie's friends who waved and looked surprised at who she had with her. Christie just looked happy. Just as Becky expected, they turned into the drive of a home that just missed being a mansion. Christie bounded out of the car. "C'mon, c'mon, you gotta see my CD collection. You like J.B., you're gonna love some of the others." Her good humor was infectious and Becky was smiling as she got out of the car. "Okay." They went inside and Christie turned, suddenly formal. "Do you want to see the rest of the house?" It would be a showcase, Becky knew, in fact she was pretty sure it had been on one of those charity home tours at one time or another, but there was something about the way Christie asked her. "No." She replied, "I'd rather listen to music." She was rewarded by the gratitude in Christie's eyes and she began to have an inkling that the Prom Queen's life wasn't all it was cracked up to be. "Okay. C'mon upstairs." Christie led the way. Her room was a little girl's mixed with a wanna-be-wild teen's. Posters of leather clad rockers vied with the pink country check and eyelet lace of the curtains and spread. The sound system of the gods covered one wall and another was full books and CD's. The third wall was closets and the fourth was the window and posters. Becky blinked. "Wow." Wrinkling her nose, Christie nodded. "My mom just can't face the fact that I'm eighteen. I leave the cute stuff up to make her happy." Christie sat Becky on the bed and put some music on, loud. "Do you want anything to drink?" Becky shook her head. As eagerly as the child she scorned, Christie started showing Becky her treasures. Little things, like the handmade candles and the perfect clamshell that had more meaning than monetary worth. Everything Christie showed her made Becky look at the other girl in a slightly different way. Christie became, in the next half hour, someone Becky wanted to know. Finally, Christie brought over a little wooden box. "This is all my important jewellery." She said. Becky was expecting diamonds, instead there was only a silver pendant and a little silver ring. Becky stared, not quite able to believe her eyes. The pendant was the double axe, the ring was two of the alchemists symbols for Venus, entwined through the circles. "These are me." Christie said softly. A chill went down her spine as Becky looked up into Christie's blue, blue eyes, at her golden hair, at her peach-perfect skin and saw the unthinkable suddenly, almost, become attainable. "Do you know what they mean?" Christie's eyes were wide and anxious. "Yes..." Becky could only stare at her. "Oh..." Christie blushed to her hairline. "I'm sorry, you're not into it, I guess... I..." Becky stopped her by reaching up and cupping her face. "It's okay. I didn't realize, that's all. It's really okay..." Then in one, graceful move, Becky stood up and kissed Christie. It started out gentle, hesitant, and then abruptly turned into mouth-grinding passion. It seemed to last forever as they explored with lips and tongues not only each other's mouths but their faces, throats, ears. Becky had never done anything so wonderful and her excitement was tinged with a little fear, just enough to heighten her arousal past anything she'd ever experienced. Almost without conscious effort, her hands were moving over Christie's amazing body, cataloguing by touch each curve and hollow and swell. Christie was soft, full breasted, wide hipped. She had a slender waist that emphasized her woman's figure. And under her softness was firm muscle that meant fitness that couldn't be faked. Becky explored with delight, wondering what Christie thought of her own tall, lean body with the small, firm breasts and boyish hips. Christie's soft, happy moans seemed to mean approval. Christie moved away, just a little bit, and kissed Becky sharply in a promise of more. "God, you're great!" She laughed happily, "This is just the way I imagined it would be." Becky smiled at her, drunk on passion. "Really? You thought about it with me?" "Since Junior High. You look just like all my dreams." Christie turned and went to the door, locking it quickly. "None of my family's home, but the maid might decide it's time to vacuum." She walked back to Becky and started unbuttoning her new love's blouse. "I love your hair. I've never seen such beautiful hair. And your eyes... the color of bittersweet chocolate. Gorgeous." The blouse was undone and Christie slid it off by running her hands over Becky's skin under the cloth, over the shoulders, and down the arms. "What beautiful skin you have. So dark and creamy, I love it." Becky squirmed with delight and reached for the hem of Christie's tank top. She peeled it off and touched Christie's breasts through the lacy bra. "This is so amazing. You're so beautiful. I feel like any minute I'm gonna wake up. How did you know?" Christie cupped Becky's breasts. "I wish I didn't have to wear a bra. I wish mine would stand up like this." She rubbed over Becky's big, hardened nipples, and Becky moaned. "I didn't know, exactly, but I saw you reading 'Lifting Belly' so I thought you wouldn't hit me if I asked." She bent and kissed one breast, laving her tongue over the swell, sucking lightly at the peak. Becky reached behind her and undid the bra, letting Christie's full, cream colored breasts free. They were round, already swollen with passion, the pink nipples standing out asking for caresses. She held them, squeezed them, loving their weight in her palms. Becky brought Christie back up to meet another, passionate kiss and they stayed that way awhile, the shock of hot, bare skin against skin breathtaking. Finally, Christie took her mouth away. "Let's get the rest of our clothes off, okay?" In answer Becky reached for the blonde's jeans and undid the top button. "One for one?" She asked huskily. "Oh, yeah." Christie slid her knuckles along Becky's flat stomach, under the waistband of her shorts, and rubbed gently before working the first button. "Do you wear panties?" "Uh huh." Becky undid the next one. "You?" "No." The gentle, sliding touch over her belly, down into the open fly of her shorts was making Becky crazy. That Christie didn't wear anything under her jeans was both unsurprising, for some reason, and terribly exciting Christie moved the zipper of the shorts down, just a little. "I don't want to rush anything." Becky had gone back, momentarily, to the full breast, bending to love them with her mouth. "Mmm." Christie sighed, "I really love that too." Becky was barely listening. She couldn't get over how the satiny skin seemed to be stretched to bursting under her hands and mouth and yet it gave so easily. She rubbed her face over Christie's breasts like a cat, marking her territory and learning the taste, scent and feel of her lover at the same time. She could make love to Christie and then never see her again and her memory would always keep those sensations fresh. She hoped, in one small rational part of her brain, that making love with Christie would be a continuing pleasure, but she wasn't going to worry about it. "Beck, come up here, I want to kiss you again." Christie brought her face up and kissed her; slowly, hungrily, tongue taking possession again and again. While they kissed, Becky finished undoing Christie's jeans and slid her hands along the moist, creamy skin of Christie's ass, easing the jeans down as she went. She began kneading the firm curves with her strong hands and Christie made a sound deep in the back of her throat that sounded a lot like a growl. Christie broke the kiss, finally, and gasped, "You got ahead of me. No fair!" Her hands shook as she pulled down the zipper of Becky's shorts and yanked them down. Suddenly Becky was laughing. "You're so great! Oh God, this is so great!" Christie grinned at her. "Yeah, and it's gonna get so much better." Christie went down to her knees and eased the shorts off one foot and then the other. Then she pulled Becky's bikinis off slowly, running her tongue down Becky's long, brown legs just ahead of the cloth. Once the panties were gone, she bent over and kissed Becky's knees, licking and sucking until Becky giggled and danced away. "Come back." Christie ordered, "I want to kiss the backs too." "Not until your jeans are off." Becky came back and pulled Christie to her feet. "Then we can get serious." "Do we have to?" Christie complained. "I really think our lives are too serious already." "Really?" Becky felt crazy. She felt like she could do anything that moment and nothing would ever hurt her for it. She yanked the jeans down and shoved Christie back on the bed. Eyelet and pink checks bounced and Christie giggled. "Come on, you butch thing." Their laughter might have dampened desire, in any other circumstance it would have; but for them, it was a release of mistrust, that last little bit of suspicion held against someone of such a different background. When the giggles died they looked at each other as equals and something new, and so precious they wouldn't examine it, kindled between them. "You can kiss my knees now." Becky offered generously. Christie's full mouth curved, almost laughing again, and she held out her arms. The shock of their skin coming together was like snuggling furnaces, it was ridiculous that it should feel so good in the heat of summer; but Becky wouldn't have ever wanted to be anywhere but there. Their arms around each other, pressed together from the collision of their noses to their entwined feet, it was where Becky had always wanted to be from her first glimpse of Christie six years earlier on their first day at Johnson Jr. High. That the realization of her fantasies was everything, more, than she'd imagined surprised her. They rolled as they kissed, first Christie was on top, then Becky was. Their hands moved sensuously over backs, sides, buttocks, thighs. Christie was on top again and she wiggled and pulled until Becky's knees moved apart, cradling her between them. At that point, Chris began kissing Becky's throat, from up under the dark girl's chin, down to the collarbone. She tongued the soft hollow there before working her way to one shoulder. "You taste yummy." She murmured dreamily. Becky loved the weight, the heat of her lover. She was breathing hard and each kiss, each lick, each little nibbling bite, fanned her arousal hotter. "Do you know where I'm going?" Christie asked softly as she left Becky's other shoulder to move to the space between the small, sweet breasts. "Yeah." Becky moaned. "Hurry." That made Christie chuckle. "Oh, no way, Babe. It's gonna be so slow, you're gonna die." She started to suck on one thick dark nipple and Becky shuddered at the sudden shot of pleasure deep in her guts. Becky ran her fingers into Christie's silky hair, letting the surprisingly heavy strands slide through them like water. Along the scalp the hair was damp, either from the heat of the day or, more probably, Christie's desire; but out along the ends it was cool. Becky brought a handful up and ran it over her face. Christie move lower, taking little licks and bites at Becky's firm, flat belly. She would nuzzle hard, for a moment, then graze her lips over the skin with a barely felt motion. Becky's hips moved, pushing up against Christie demandingly. Christie took her time. The hot tickling between Becky's legs was making her crazy. She couldn't get at it, Christie wasn't getting at it, she didn't know what to do. She was breathing in sharp, hard gasps and soon the gasps were interspersed with moans. She reached back and grabbed a pillow, crushing it to her face in an effort to hold back a scream of frustration. Christie moved down. She began to comb her fingers through Becky's pubic hair, pausing in her kisses to remark, "It's so soft. That's so neat. I thought everybody's was crinkly like mine." She buried her open mouth in it and blew gently. The moist, heated air made Becky pull the pillow away. "God, don't tease!" Christie sat up with a laugh. "Oh, Babe, teasing is what it's all about." She ran her fingers lightly up the insides of Becky's thighs. "That and making sure it's okay in the end. Don't you worry, I won't let you down." She shifted so that Becky's legs were forced further apart and she leaned on one arm, half across Becky's belly. Her wandering fingers trailed up and down Becky's thighs. She ignored the demanding movements of Becky's hips, her own weight holding the other girl pretty much quiet. "You have to know," she said softly, her eyes on her fingers, "that doing this to you is making me crazy too." "Then let me at you." Becky demanded. Christie looked up then. "Want to? I don't want it over too soon." She warned. "Nothing's gonna be over, Chris." Becky held out her arms. "Let me show you how good I am." Without a word, Christie went back up into Becky's arms. They kissed for a while, maintaining the heat between them but not fanning it any higher. Then Becky bit Christie's lower lip. "Let me up." She said. Christie released her and watched her climb up to her knees. "Now," Becky ordered "On your stomach." Christie giggled as she turned and looked back over her shoulder at her lover. Becky looked at the beautiful body before her and suddenly found it hard to breathe. Christie's skin was such a lovely color, all peachy golden except where it faded to cream where the sun never saw it. Slowly Becky reached out and ran her index finger down Christie's backbone, from the nape of her neck where the hair was thick and tawny, down to the nub of the backbone, just inside the split of Christie's firm, round ass. Then she bent over and began licking and chewing in her finger's path, pausing here and there to explore. Christie squirmed sexily at a tongue sweep just under her shoulder blades, and Becky tried it again. Same effect. She grinned to herself, saving that information for later. A nip at the curve of the waist brought a sharp protest and a giggle. A lingering swab at the hollow of the spine got a moan. Lower got even more moans. Becky finished the trail and the scent of Christie's arousal was sharp in her nose. She moved down and began a journey from the heel of Christie' began a journey from the heel of Christie's foot, up. About the time she reached the back of Christie's knees, her lover was quivering and the moans were steady and steadily louder. She reached up and began massaging the perfect cheeks, while her mouth continued its slow journey. "Beck! Beck!" Chris begged, "Oh, please?" "I thought you wanted this to last?" Becky laughed breathlessly. "Becky!" Christie moaned back. Becky sighed, she wasn't finished! But Christie was obviously at the end of her endurance. She sat back up and gently turned Chris on her back. "Okay, Chris." Becky eased Chris's long legs apart and spread the labia gently with the tips of her fingers. The clitoris was swollen, standing with delicate pride in its nest of pink flesh. Becky touched it softly and Christie jumped as if she'd been shot. "Hurts?" Becky whispered, in awe of its beauty. "No. Never." Christie gasped. "What about this?" Becky carefully eased her middle finger into the wet furnace of Christie's vagina. "How does this feel?" "Don't stop!" demanded the blonde. "Don't you stop!" "No." Becky promised. Her finger began to move, in and out. "I won't." Christie writhed at the digit's movements, her breathing hard, in short, gasps. She tossed her head from side to side and her hands crumpled the gingham under them. Becky gently inserted her forefinger too and Chris's sharp cry pleased her. Finally she bent and touched the bold little nub with the end of her tongue. Salty, musky, sweet all in one, Becky played with it; little tickling touches, almost rough swathes, sucking, flicking, teasing it. She teased it until Christie stiffened and cried out and her rhythmically moving fingers were seized in a pulsing vise. Becky waited until the pulsing died away and then started in again. "Oh, Beck! Wait. Don't you want..." Christie's fingers pulled distractedly at Becky's hair. Becky ignored them, eagerly working for a repeat that was not long in coming. Christie moaned and relaxed slowly as her body recovered. With delicate care, Becky eased her fingers out of their tight cocoon and slowly spread the moisture covering them across her own belly, leaving a glistening trail. She was desperately horny at that point, quivering with her own need, but she managed a saucy smile to answer Christie's dazed one. "My turn." She whispered. Christie held out her arms and Becky fell into them. "You're so amazing." The blonde whispered. "I've never felt so good before." "Good." Becky replied smugly. "I don't want you ever to forget me." Christie suddenly turned and Becky was on her back. "Oh, don't worry about that. Now I want to be unforgettable to you." She started with a long, lush kiss, exploring Becky's mouth so thoroughly Becky knew she had no secrets there. Slowly, Christie moved away from Becky's mouth. "You taste of me." Christie said huskily, "It reminds me of what you did. I'm gonna do that to you, but different. Just a little different." Becky wasn't sure what that meant, but she was eager to find out. She ached and each thought of what Chris was promising sent sharp, little tickling jolts of sensation through her belly, and down between her legs. It was all she could do to keep from touching herself, though the release that would give her was so good. It was like flying, she thought, like she was soaring and there was nothing else in the world but her body. She knew Chris would give her that, she hoped Chris would give her more. Using just the barest whisper of a touch, Christie ran the pads of her fingers along Becky's collarbone, to her shoulders and back. It nearly tickled, nearly itched. She did it again, then let that spot to move to the other side. Both hands moved, so lightly they almost weren't touching, over Becky's neck and shoulders, back and forth, in circles, triangles, other patterns, until Becky was mad to rub the sensitized skin. She started to move her hands and Chris shook her head. "Hang on to the spread if you have to, but don't touch." The maddening patterns continued and worked their way down to Becky's small, perfect breasts. There the touches caused the nipples to harden to crinkled points, nearly reaching themselves for the cause of their arousal. "Chris, this is making me crazy." Becky moaned. " I know. But you'll like it when I'm through. I promise." She wasn't sure. Each bare touch was like a brand, she wanted, needed to rub it away, it seared into her conscious and it was all she could think of until the next touch. She felt on fire and she felt like she couldn't stand it. After a long exploration, Christie moved to Becky's waist and stomach. Becky could feel the muscles there contracting under the delicate fingers. Her whole body felt alive at that point, more alive than it had ever been before and part of her wanted to see how far Christie would take it. Another part, the greater part, wanted it to be over, wanted release from the gentle, maddening torture. "Chris, please... please do something." "Not yet." Chris replied, gently. The fingers detoured to Becky's arms, even to the palms of her hands, then left them to go to the feet to begin a slow journey back up. Becky suddenly realized that the ache between her legs had become a raging fire, that each itchy, tickly touch was translating to her clitoris and as soon as she realized that, it became the focus of all her attention. So caught up in desire, Becky didn't hear herself begging her lover for relief until she was nearly shouting for it. Her legs opened, her knees bent. The touches trailed fire up her thighs. She didn't hear herself moan, "No! Touch me! TOUCH ME!" until the sound rang in her ears. The fingers reached their goal and teased, touching everywhere but her aching, reaching nub. Becky thrust her hips up in demand then again, trying to get real pressure on her needy body. Christie bent and sent her tongue tip to following her fingers, around and around where Becky most wanted the tongue to be, never quite reaching the goal. Becky grabbed for Christie's hair to force the confrontation but Christie only laughed and drew away. Becky's moans had come to resemble sobs at that point and finally, finally, Christie took pity on her. It took only one, hard swipe of the tongue across the rigid clitoris and Becky's body exploded in orgasm. The throbbing, tingling, all consuming feelings surged through her, taking all her attention, demanding it. It didn't end there. Christie began licking and sucking in earnest and the first orgasm was quickly followed by another, and another, and another, until Becky's moans changed to pleas; her body pleasured way past anything she could stand. The stimulus finally slowed and stopped and the mini explosions died away. Becky gradually became aware of other things besides her own body. Her heart slowed, her breathing calmed, she blinked at the ceiling and wondered how she would ever again feel something so wonderful. Christie's head was pillowed on Becky's abdomen, her fingers sliding through the silky pubic hair. Becky reached down and rubbed the blonde strands across her belly into her dark skin. "Oh, Chris, that was so great," Becky sighed. "It was wonderful." "Yes," Christie didn't move. "I think so." There was a wistful sound to the blonde's voice that Becky suddenly didn't like. "What's the matter?" "What do you think is the matter?" Christie sat up, turned away so Becky couldn't see her face. "That was the greatest thing and this might be the only time we ever do it. I don't want it to be the only time." "I don't either." "No?" Christie turned and looked into Becky's eyes. "But we can't stay here and do it. We'll be caught and our families will ruin it for us. God, could you imagine the Hell that would be?" "Yes." Becky could imagine it. It would be the worst thing to ever happen to her. And to have it arise out of something so wonderful would make it worse. "I don't want that to happen, not to you or me. But Christie, I don't know how I could live with you here and never be together." "No. Well, I won't be here." "You're leaving?" That gave Becky a pain like a blow. "Yes. My Aunt in New York is in the modeling business; she's promised me a job if I go. My parents want me to stay and get married, but I can't. I couldn't stand that." Chris's eyes were pleading for Becky to understand. She did understand and she envied her lover that opportunity. She took a deep breath and said, "Well, that would be wonderful. You'll be a great model, Chris." Christie smiled. "Oh, I'm not going to model, silly, my boobs are too big. No it's a gofer kind of job while I go to school. She's going to help me with that too. I'm going to be an engineer." Becky's eyes got wide. "Really? Wow." She knew Christie was smart, they'd both spent High School in honors classes, but that was a field she'd never thought of. "I wish I could go to school." It was Christie's turn to look startled. "What? What about the scholarships you won?" "What does a girl need with college?" Becky replied bitterly. "There still wasn't enough for four years and nobody in my family is going to help me. They aren't even going to let me go the year I got funded." "I'm supported though, we could get an apartment together and study together and always be together. Come with me? Please?" Becky saw the sincerity in Christie's eyes and swallowed. It would be an irrevocable step. Their families would never forgive them. She imagined the conversation with her parents, "Mama, Guess what? I'm a dyke and I'm going to college in New York with my white girlfriend." But it would be the best thing to ever happen to her, she knew, except for the moment Christie sat down in front of her that afternoon. "What if your Aunt finds out about us?" She asked. Triumph blazed in Christie's eyes. "It doesn't matter." She said as she fell into Becky's arms. "She's like us. Her lover works there too. It'll be great. Oh, Beck, we'll be so happy." Becky, as they kissed, sealing the deal, thought they might be too. The End * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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