Message-ID: <1576eli$9706231532@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: waagh@aol.com (Waagh) Subject: Repost-Becky loves Christie f/f 2/2 "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 surprizingly heavy strands slide through them like water. Along the scalp the hair was damp, either form 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 Cris 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 sensitiized 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 relized 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 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /