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Katie's Confusion
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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, kissed 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 laid 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 junior and I was a sophomore. 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 did 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 had 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
got 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'd 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 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 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. For a minute
we watched each other dress, then she pulled me to her and kissed me for 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 just studying math. We 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," 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 future.
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 forget 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 in 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 4 -- Towards the Weekend
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, the other 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
father, 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, and we were going to study."
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? 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, and 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.
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