The following fictional story is being reposted by Mr Double. If you are the author of this story and would like to receive proper recognition (an Author's Page at my website), contact me at mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.