Message-ID: <14809eli$9808281716@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: apuleius@poboxes.com (Apuleius of Madaura) Subject: RP: Susan and Becky by Jonathon Dzoba (FF cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: apuleius@poboxes.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35ef6c17.4232401@news.labyrinth.net.au> Reposter's Note: I am not the author of this story. - Apuleius ----------------------------------- Susan & Becky By Jonathan Dzoba My Dearest Jonathan, Tuesday, June 11th Well, the first week here has been exciting. Because I was a week late in getting here, the counselers had set everyone up in their cabins and they just fit. So I ended up in a cabin by myself. I was busy enough meeting new people the first two days and just getting settled in so I didn't notice it much. The orchestra is great. I think we've sight read more in the first two days than I've done all year at school. Anyway, our first concert is set up for this weekend, so we do a lot of practicing. About four hours a day, in fact. The rest of the day is personal practice time, meals, small groups, sectionals, and play time. The lake is beautiful and the weather warm. I've been swimming twice. No, no guys have made any advances to me. I do miss you. And I do love you. I'll dream about you tonight in many ways. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Monday, June 17th Sorry I haven't written in so long. I promised I'd write every day, but I'm so busy up here. I hope you forgive me. I did end up with a roomate. Another girl showed up a week late and so she and I are sharing the cabin. She's real nice. An oboe player. Kind of crazy, but real quiet. But you always said they were because the air backed up into their brains. She's lot's of fun, though. From Illinois. A small rural town. We've been having fun palling around together since she got here. The first concert went well, I thought, but the director let us have it afterward and told us we'd better shape up or he'd send us all back and get another bunch. We all laughed, but knew he meant for us to get more serious very quickly, or we wouldn't live up to our own promise. So I may not have a chance to write again for a little while. Remember I love you and miss you, Jonathan. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Friday, June 29th Forgive me for taking so long with this letter, but I think you'll understand why. This past weekend we did another concert and it went about the same. Mr. Hanson got mad at us and threatened to ship us all out again. Then he doubled, do you believe it, doubled the rehearsal time. Eight hours a day! All last week we did nothing but play. My lips are so sore. I wish you were here to kiss them for me. I think he might let up a little next week, but in the meantime, everyone here has to practice for groups and for themselves at night, since all day is taken up in orchestra time. The next concert is tomorrow and I hope it goes ok so we can get some rest. I don't think he can make us rehearse at night, too, but maybe he can. Poor Becky. She barely has time to make reeds to keep up with all the rehearsals. She's in a woodwind quintet as well as orchestra, so her time is really tight. She shows up for dinner and then has a two hour rehearsal at night for the quintet. They'll be performing for the first time this weekend. I hope everything goes well for her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Saturday, June 30th, Late at night. Thank god! Mr. Hanson was pleased. We all have today off. And rehearsals are down to six hours next week. Becky is so glad! Her quintet did great, too. Even Mr. Hanson applauded them offstage. So now we don't quite know what to do with ourselves. But I think we may go swimming for a while. It's relaxing. And then maybe we can go into town for a movie or something. Just to get away from camp for a while. We'll both sleep well tonight, that's for sure. I'll see you in my dreams, Jonathan. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Monday, July 2nd I'm not sure I can even write about this. I don't know how to say what happened, so I'll just tell you. Becky and I went swimming yesterday. We had a good time, and when we got back to the cabin we started to shower. There are two showers together in one little tiled room. The cabins were meant to hold eight people. So we were showering and I had my shampoo bottle on the floor since there was noplace else to put it. I bent over to get it and my back muscles cramped up on me. I winced and said ow and Becky asked if I was ok. I told her yes. She stepped over by me and helped me straighten up. It hurt quite a bit. Becky rubbed my back. In a minute it had gone. I told her nothing like that had happened to me before and she said it was probably from too much sitting up practicing for long hours and getting a stiff back. I agreed with her. She added that swimming had probably stretched it enough to make it cramp like that. I told her she was probably right. She asked if I wanted her to wash my back and just started doing so immediately. It felt good after that spasm. She rubbed my shoulders a little and my neck while I stood there and her soapy hands loosened the knotted muscles there as well. I told that felt great when she was done and we finished showering. We got dressed and decided to have dinner in town before the movie. Neither of us knew where to go, but we found a nice chinese place. It tasted good after all the industrial strength food at the camp. We found the movie theater in the small town near the camp. It was about as big as a six pack of soda. Must have seated at least fifty people. We sat down and watched one of the worst movies to come out in a long time. It was so awful! After about half an hour, we both started making fun of it. Our whispered comments and snickering started drawing stares from the other patrons, so we decided to leave. We had no idea what to do after that, so we just walked down the main street. We talked and window shopped. Then we came to a side street and followed that. Part way down this street we saw another theater, but this one was the triple-x rated kind. I dared Becky to go in, thinking that she'd probably never been in one. She marched up to the window and asked for two tickets. The guy gave her a strange look and asked if she was over eighteen. She looked at me and I asked her if she was serious. She said yes, she'd never been in one and wouldn't be caught dead doing this at home. But no one cared or knew her here, so what the hell. I laughed and told her go ahead. So the guy checked our driver's licenses and let us in. We sat down right away in the back, giggling at little and shoving at each other. It was freezing cold in that place. We both only had on shorts and tee shirts from camp. "God, it's cold in here!", I said, leaning towards Becky. "Really! I wonder how come they keep it so cold?", she said. "I don't know, but I'm freezing.", I told her. Becky leaned into me a little and I sort of huddled by her for warmth. I put my arm up on the armrest between us and she put hers there as well. I grabbed her hand in mine and wrapped her arm over mine to keep it warm. I looked at what was going on on the screen. It was just at the start of a movie. A lonely housewife. Then came the tv repair man. You know what happened next. I began to think about you. I didn't bother to look at Becky for a while. When she finally got around to pulling his cock out, it was a big one. Huge. Becky squeaked and her hand went up to her mouth. She was in shock. I had to laugh a little. "That can't be for real!", she whispered in awe. I laughed again. "Why not?", I asked. She didn't answer, but I could see she was all attention. We watched in silence as the housewife took him into her mouth. Not all the way, but enough. Becky's hand went back up to her mouth. Then she realized how that looked and put it down right away. Her hand squeezed mine slightly whenever she saw something that surprised her. I just held it. The scene got specific pretty quickly and Becky's hand got warmer and moister in mine. I could tell she was reacting to all the heavy action on the screen. They had a close up of the guy's cock going in and out of her pussy and Becky's hand clenched mine. She rubbed my hand a little with her fingers. I could tell she was getting excited. That scene went on for a little while, and then he pulled out and came all over her back. Becky's fingers were kneading my forefinger like it was a cock while he came. She was squeezing every last drop out of it! She realize quickly what she was doing and looking at me, pulled her hand away in embarassment. I reached for it and patted it with my other hand. "It's ok. Jonny takes me to these once in a while and I always get excited by them.", I whispered. I patted her hand again and held it. The next scene had a perfume saleslady coming to the door. The housewife tried several of them on her arm. Then she couldn't tell them apart, so the salesgirl sprayed some on her shoulder. She began to rub it in and the two of them kissed. I looked at Becky because I felt no reaction to that scene in her hand. She didn't look at me, but left her hand in mine. I turned back to the screen. We watched the two girls make love in silence. At times I felt Becky's hand move in mine. Very gently. The tips of her fingers moved slightly against mine. When it was done, another guy came in and the three of them started in all together. From there on out the rest of the movie was just a lot of the same. By the time it was over, Becky and I were holding hands quite reassuringly. "That was amazing.", Becky said, turning to me and taking her hand from mine. "I had no idea they filmed things that realistically. It was actually kind of gross, but boy it was real.", she said. "That's for sure. I guess that's what makes guys come here.", I replied. "Umm.", said Becky. The next film was starting. Becky put her hand back up on the armrest and on top of mine. I held it both of my hands. The next film had more plot to it. A shipwreck and some survivors who land on an island ruled by a bunch of women. The men are taken prisoner and the women are made equals. There was a lot of female fooling around. And the men got their share, too, tied down at first and then released for the rest of the scene. One scene had three women holding down another one while one of the men prisoners did it to her. Actually, they weren't so much holding her down as in the act themselves. It ended up with all of them staying on the island, but they overthrew the mean queen. It was silly. But Becky sat through it, so I didn't get up and leave like I wanted to. I started thinking of you about half way through and just got wetter each time one of the guys came. I even forgot I was holding Becky's hand. I was holding it mostly for warmth, I guess. When the second movie was over, neither of us said anything, but we got up and left as if by agreement that that was enough. When we got outside it was nice and warm. "Well that was certainly different.", Becky said, once we were outside. "Now you can say you've seen one.", I told her. "Right.", she commented. "Shall we get a cab?", I suggested. "Definitely.", Becky seconded. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ When the cabby dropped us off at the camp entrance it was about ten thirty. We walked slowly back to the cabin, enjoying the warm night. We didn't say anything. When we got to the cabin Becky said she wanted to stay out and look at the lake for a while, so we sat on the steps of the cabin. It was peaceful with the moonlight on the water. We both remarked on it. A few more minutes went by. Becky moved next to me. I didn't think much about it. She lifted her hand and placed it on my knee. Without thinking too much about it, I reached out for her hand and picked it up in my own. I held it and squeezed it gently, playing with her fingers. When Becky moved closer to me I put my arm around her waist. She turned to look at me and I smiled a little then went back to looking at the water. She leaned into me and I rubbed her waist absentmindedly. She switched hands and stretched her leg out next to mine down the steps, moving it against mine. It felt warm and I pressed my own leg further against hers for the warmth. Her free hand came over to my leg and began to rub the upper portion of it from the knee up. She stopped at the edge of my cutoffs and went back down again. I let her do it and wondered why she was. I didn't know, but I liked it. It felt good. "That's nice.", I said quietly. Becky turned her head and smiled a little back at me. Her hands kept going. I watched her. She was enrapt in touching my leg. Her fingers traced lightly up it and back down. On and on. Then they crossed over the edge of my shorts a little. The same. The same. The same. More. I watched till her fingers were tracing over the center portion of my shorts. It was intoxicating, sitting there letting her rub me. I pulled her closer to me with my arm. She nustled into me closer, her hand probing a little harder over the top of the zipper in my short jeans, not raising her head to look at me, but concentrating on what she was doing. I rubbed her waist a little more and moved my hand up her back, massaging it. She leaned forward and bent over me slightly. Her hands went down between my legs and she held the top of my shorts with one hand while she unzipped them with the other. Then she sat back up and her hand resumed it course again. This time it slid under the zipper and rode over the top of my cotton panties. I was much more exposed to her touch. It affected me more, but I wanted to watch her do this here, in the open at night. Her fingers lightly caressed me, going further inside than before. Soon her whole hand hand found a way in, spreading the zippered shorts apart. She had found my clitoris and had begun rubbing it through my underpants. I was already wet from the movie and she had only made me more so. I raised my opposite leg up to the knee. Then I lay back down on the porch and unsnapped the snap at the waist of my shorts. Becky lay down beside me on her elbow and her hand went down underneath my underclothes. She quickly found my wet, naked clitoris and rubbed it in slow circles. She bent down to kiss me and I put my lips up to hers and french kissed her immediately. She concentrated on what her hand was doing and I soon closed my eyes. She rubbed me to orgasm and I reached out to hold her. She pressed her fingers down on me so hard I couldn't turn to embrace her right away. I came and she touched me till I finished. "Can we go inside?", Becky asked shyly. I nodded and smiled in response. She removed her hand from underneath my clothes and I zipped my zipper back up. She got up and I stood after her, dusting myself off a little. We went inside. "Why don't we get ready for bed like usual?", I suggested. Becky nodded and went to her dresser to pick out a nightgown. I did the same and then decided to go in and brush my teeth. When I was done, Becky came in, already in her gown. She started to brush her teeth and I left. I lay down on my bunk bed. She came out a minute later. She hesitated for a second, looking at me for some indication. I just smiled at her and moved toward the wall, making room for her on my bed. She came over right away and took the space I'd provided for her. We lay on our sides facing each other. I leaned forward and held her face in my hand, kissing her lips lightly. She responded lightly and we kissed for a few minutes. My hand wandered to her body and rested on her waist. She did not touch me. When we broke she moved closer to me and lay down on her back, looking up at me. I moved my hand out over her body and touched her stomach through her gown. I rubbed it a little, then pulled the gown up so that nothing covered her stomach. I rubbed it again, nude this time and my hands went up under her bunched gown to smooth her breasts as well. I'd never felt breasts before, other than my own. The taut smoothness of the skin was enthralling. It met the hardness of her nipples with such contrast that I was fascinated and moved my fingers from one to the other in exploring delight, trying to memorize the feel of them. Becky lay there, her eyes following my expressions. I felt her breathing, felt the rise and fall of her tummy. I moved back down over it and lower. I ran the tips of my fingers across the top of her mound. She arched her back a little in response. I liked that. I did it again. She matched my motion deliberately. I looked at her and she smiled a little. I moved my hand harder down there and she pushed against it. She smiled. She was letting me know how much she wanted me. I pressed my fingers down into her mound and then slipped them under the edge of her panties from the side. They went under and I struggled to move them. Not enough room. I withdrew my fingers and put them directly down the front. Becky parted her legs a little and I found plenty of room to put my fingers between her legs. I searched her pubic hair quickly, parting it with my fingertips. It was already wet. When I began to find her and touch her, she was slippery. I let my fingers go down to her opening and brought even more wetness up to her clitoris. I used three fingers to rub her whole clit and lips together. Then I found just the tip of her clit with the top of my forefinger. She moaned and closed her eyes and put her arms up around me. I rubbed her clit energetically. She spasmed and came at least two times while I played with her. She lifted off the bed, holding me and pulling herself up in response to her orgasms. Then she settled back down into the bed and released me, her arms falling limply to her sides. I looked down at her and wondered what had prompted us to do this. I decided we were both just horny from seeing that movie. But as I looked at Becky I knew I decided to take advantage of this situation. I straddled Becky, putting one leg on each side of her body. She moved quickly to the center of the bed to facilitate my move. I sat up on her knees and lifted off my gown. Becky sat up a little and I helped her remove hers, too. She lay back down immediately and closed her eyes for a second, enjoying the last flavor of her orgasms. She opened them again and I leaned down, letting my breasts trace across her, kissing her warmly on the lips. She responded warmly and her hands reached forward to hold the backs of my legs. She rubbed them up and down as we kissed. Then her hand slipped underneath and probed inbetween devilishly. They soon found my parted lips and waiting moistness. Her fingers slid underneath further to probe gently inside of me. The tips of her fingers parted and opened me, entering me exploringly. She pushed one finger deeper inside me and I began to rock gently on my legs in response. She pushed it in further and I ached. Then another entered and I had to push down on it. Becky withdrew her fingers and they made a small gushing sound as they left me. I felt deprived and the muscles of my pussy ached to have them back again. But Becky decided instead to reach for my clitoris. She found it soaking wet and easily accessible. She rubbed it and pressed it against my moving pussy. I wanted her to put her fingers back inside of me so badly I told her so. I leaned my head down and felt the tips of my breasts touch her. I put my head by her ear and whispered it to her. "Put your fingers back inside me. Please?", I asked. Becky did. She worked them into and out of me slowly and carefully at first, so as not to hurt me. But she soon realized how wet and open I was. Soon she had three fingers going into and out of my pussy, making me feel good as if you were there, Jonathan my lover. It wasn't at all the same as your cock, but it was so nice. She did such a good job. I rode her and rode her until I could take no more. I needed to come and so I used my own fingers to rub my clit while she fucked me with her fingers. I came, pressing down on her fingers and holding my own clit, grinding into her body and rubbing myself frantically. I exploded on top of her and she moved her fingers in and out of me gently till I subsided. I fell to the side of her and we embraced gently and kissed a little, smiling at each other. We fell asleep that way, and in the morning we kissed once or twice and went to practice. I thought about you all night and about Becky. I liked doing what I did with Becky, but it sure wasn't the same as with you, Jonathan. You fill me up and make passionate love to me. Somehow with Becky it's like light lovemaking. It means alot and feels good, but it's not the same as with you. I love you deeper and more than anyone. So please don't be angry about what happened, ok? I love you, Jonathan. And I do want you and need you still. I'll be back soon. Till then I hope you can wait. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Wednesday, July 11th Thank you, thank you for your wonderful letter. I guess a lot of what you said made sense about Becky and me. I never thought about it much that way, but you're right, she said she feels about the same way. Like we're more than friends and less than passionately in love. We did do it again, of course. We all had another day off this past Monday again. Becky suggested we swim and spend the day just relaxing. Well, it wasn't too long before we found ourselves sitting back at the cabin drying off. She dried my back with her towel and I did hers and one thing led to another. We made love differently this time, though. I'm sure you can imagine what we did, but I want to tell you. She reached around and held my breasts and I leaned back into her. We kissed gently and went to bed together. We touched each other's breasts and held each other in our arms. We caressed and lay down together on the bunk bed. She lay on top of me and kissed me lightly while I held her bottom. Soon she lowered herself down and held my breasts in her hands. She cupped them and played with them and sucked on my nipples. It felt warm and nice. Then she kissed my stomach and moved her body lower between my legs. I moved them apart to make room for her. She played with the pubic hair surrounding my mound and soon found my pussy. She fingered it lightly and exposed it to her bare touch. When her tongue touched my clitoris I lifted gently up to meet it. I knew she would do this, but it was unbelievably exciting to me nonetheless. I know you do this to me all the time, but it's different when another girl does it. I watched her there, her long blond hair and pretty face buried between my legs and I orgasmed right away. Becky was surprised and smiled. She was glad she had excited me so. She licked me some more and soon I became very excited again. She licked me and then sucked my clit into her mouth, eating my poor swollen clit with her lips. When her tongue pressed it and flicked it back and forth I quickly rose to climax two more times. I cried out and grabbed her hands. She held them tightly but still kept licking at my clit. Like you, she drove me crazy, sucking me and eating me until I couldn't take any more. Her tongue would leave my clit once in a while to go down below. It went into a just a little ways but it felt so good. Then she would lick up to my clit and back down, giving me a small rest but keeping me wanting her to do more. Finally when she finished eating me and I could take no more, she came up beside me and quite frankly told me it was my turn. I laughed at her openness and then did to her what she had done for me. She has a pretty pussy and clit, Jonathan. I think you would like to eat her, too. She said she would like you to. If you were here right now, we would both be waiting for you, two pretty pussies for you to eat, my dear. And for you to fuck, because we both need it so. Oh, well, this will have to do. See you in one week. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----