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Subject: {ASSM} RP Katie/Lyn Chapt 1 -- At the Movies {Gina Marie Wylie} (ff, teen))
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   The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in setting
age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this and I'd never
have written it.  IMHO, if you can read and enjoy, then you're old enough
to read and enjoy.

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   Yes, I really am *that* Gina Marie Wylie, and yes, it's been a while.  I
can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if you remove
some of the hots.  Story codes are ff and fff.

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   Chapter 1 -- At the Movies

   By Gina Marie Wylie

   I looked at Bill Shearer with a weary expression on my face.  He was
talking at length about his latest Nintendo victory and I was about bored
out of my skull with it.  I didn't go out on many dates; I thought to
myself, and it certainly showed up in the quality of the date I go on. 
Before Bill it had been Randall; he'd wanted to get in the back seat and
neck.  If that had been all that he wanted, we might have had a good time.
At least Bill was more or less harmless that way.  Dull, though.  For the
millionth time I wondered how you met someone who was interesting?

   Suddenly Bill was waving, and I saw someone across the movie theater
wave back.  I turned my head to get a better look, as Bill was saying,
"There's the friend I was telling you about, Donny Wilder." Donny was
short, a trifle pudgy and he was trailed by a girl about my own age.  She
was petite, about five feet two, thin, with long brown hair, down past her
shoulder blades.  "Kate," Bill said introducing us, "This is Donny Wilder,
he's in physics with me, Donny, this is Kate Hanson."

   I nodded at him and he nodded back.  "This is Marilyn Swain, except she
likes to be called Lyn." The two boys sat down next to each other, and
immediately started talking about some new Nintendo game Donny had gotten.

   Lyn smiled at me and held out her hand.  "Nice to meet you, Kate."

   I lightly shook her hand.  Her grip was firm.  Did she squeeze back?  It
was hard to say.  I was a little intrigued.  "Nice meeting you, Lyn.  Looks
like we're losing out to a machine."

   She laughed, a pretty sound.  I found myself watching her every move. 
After a minute or so I realized she wasn't wearing a bra; I found the idea
oddly exciting.  "Yeah.  Donny can be a real bore sometimes.  Particularly
when he's talking about his damn Nintendo games."

   I couldn't say why, but I kept glancing at Lyn as the two of us sat by
ourselves, talking, deserted by our dates.  Lyn was wearing jeans and print
blouse, the top two buttons of which were undone.  Just before the lights
went out, Lyn leaned down to get some gum out of her purse.  My eyes were
drawn to the last undone button and I found I could see one of her breasts;
small and conical, mostly nipple, down the front of her blouse.  It was
strangely thrilling, more so when she straightened back up and I saw her
expression.  She'd done it on purpose!  She'd wanted me to peek!  I felt
tingly in my middle.

   The lights flickered and to my surprise Bill made no move to get up from
his seat and join me; so I stayed where I was, while Lyn at least was
sitting next to Donny.  It seemed like during the entire movie Bill and
Donnie kept talking to each other.

   At one very dramatic point in the movie I felt Lyn reach over and
squeeze my hand, just for a second.  I glanced at her from the corner of my
eye and saw she was looking at me.  I gave a little squeeze back,
surprising myself.  I could see a smile on Lyn's face while her hand
tarried on mine another second, then moved away.  Later, Lyn was digging in
her purse for a kleenex and when she straightened up her fingers brushed my
bare leg.  I found I was more thrilled than if Bill had done it; not that
he would.  I wasn't sure if Lyn was interested in me, but I decided that I
wanted to find out.  At one juncture during the movie I reached out and put
my hands on my leg, but such that the back of my hand was brushing Lyn's
thigh.  Lyn's leg seemed to press more firmly against mine.

   After the movie Bill wanted to go over to Donny's house to try out the
new game.  I didn't particularly want to, but Lyn pleaded with me to come
along.  The drive over to Donny's house was fairly short and in a few
minutes the two boys were lost in the damned machine.  Donny's parents were
out someplace and the four of us were alone in their big house.  Lyn and I
watched for a few minutes as they turned on the computer game and played,
ignoring us.

   Lyn announced she wanted to go freshen up.  They hardly noticed and Lyn
and I went to the main bathroom.  It reminded more of a public bath; there
was a long counter in front of a mirror and a smaller alcove for the tub
and toilet.  We stood primping in front of the mirror talking about
inconsequential things.  I'd been wondering about what I thought were
certain signals coming from Lyn at the movie theater and felt a little
thrill every time I glanced at Lyn, my mouth dry.

   Lyn took a small vial of perfume from her purse, and unbuttoned another
button of her blouse, dabbed some of the rose-scented liquid on her fingers
and rubbed some between her breasts.  As I had seen earlier Lyn's breasts
were quite small, mainly nipple and again I caught several glimpses of
them. I saw Lyn watching my image in the mirror.  My eyes were drawn back
to her breasts.  "I sure wish these were bigger," Lyn murmured.

   I nodded, and added before she could take it wrong.  "Yeah, I have the
same problem!" I ran my hand down the front of my blouse over one of my AAA
nothings.  One thing I noticed though, my AAA nothing nipples were erect.
And my own touch made them stiffer, if anything, along with a pleasant
sensation that suffused through me.  If Lyn hadn't been there, I'd probably
have touched them again.

   "You know," Lyn said, "maybe we ought to try a little trick on the guys.
You're wearing a skirt, I'm wearing jeans.  I think we're close enough to
the same size to swap."

   I giggled.  "To see if they notice?" I asked.  Lyn nodded and I said,
"Sure!  Let's do it!" I unzipped my skirt and handed it to Lyn, while she
handed me her jeans.  I found myself aroused looking at Lyn standing in her
panties, I noticed her eyes were on me as well.  For a brief moment we
stood looking at each other's bodies, before we hurriedly dressed and went
out to where the guys were still playing with the damn game.

   It would have been funny if it wasn't funny at all.  For half an hour we
tried to talk to them, but the machine kept winning the battle.  If either
of them noticed the change they didn't figure it was worth comment. 
Finally I got really pissed and told Bill that I had to be home soon.

   Lyn spoke up.  "Well, I gotta be going too.  Look, I've got a car. 
Maybe I could drop Kate off?" I'd wondered about how we were going to
handle the logistics of changing back.  Now I was really surprised; the
last two times we'd gone out Bill had taken me home and we'd necked for a
while in the family room; my parents were good about not coming down to
check up on us.  Bill was shy and we'd never passed the heavy smooching
stage, but I've always liked being cuddled.  Now, when he agreed with Lyn's
suggestion, I was upset.  Poor guy didn't know it, but in my head where
there was a list of people I wanted to go out with, his name got rubbed off
the second he agreed.  I wanted to go with Lyn, which maybe wasn't fair to
him, but tough!  Lyn and I gathered up our stuff silently and went outside.

   "What a pair of jerks!" Lyn said as we got into her car.

   "Yeah, I don't believe it!  To be dumped for a damn video game!" We
grinned at each.  I was tense, unsure what was going to happen.  I knew I
wanted something, but I was afraid to think about what.

   Lyn let out a gusty sigh and I looked at her curiously.  "What are you
thinking?" I asked finally.

   She shook her head.  "You'd be shocked." Lyn replied, still looking
straight ahead.

   "No I wouldn't!" I replied stoutly.

   "Well..." her voice trailed off.  "Scoot over here next to me and I'll
whisper a secret in your ear." I thought it was a little odd; who could
hear us in the car?  But, I did as bid.  Lyn leaned close, her mouth right
next to my ear.  "I want to kiss you, Kate" Her voice was barely audible.
She pulled back a little and said in a more normal voice, "Are you
shocked?"

   I shook my head.  Suddenly her hand was on my chin, turning my head to
face her.  Her lips pressed down firmly on mine, and I kissing her back,
almost from the first moment.  The kiss went on for some time, before both
of us mutually broke apart to catch our breath.

   "Did you like that?" Lyn asked softly.

   I nodded and this time I leaned close to Lyn to kiss her.  One of Lyn's
arms went around my waist and this time it was a very long kiss.  It was
Lyn who broke this time, sighing softly.  "I could do that all night."

   "That sounds nice," I murmured back.

   Lyn looked around "We should go, before the guys notice and wonder what
we are doing sitting here with the windows all fogged up!" I looked, and
sure enough, the interior of the windows were misted over.

   Lyn started her car, and we sat quietly for a few seconds while the
engine warmed up.  She turned to me and reached out for my hand.  "Kate,
would you really like to do it some more?" She rushed her next words a bit,
"We could go somewhere and park."

   I was unsure, I'd never thought about doing anything remotely like this
with another girl.  Lyn kissed me again, quickly this time.  I felt the
faint tip of her tongue between her lips.  "Please?" She pleaded quietly,
squeezing my hand gently.  I nodded, and Lyn smiled, and put the car into
gear.  I continued to sit next to her in the middle of the seat, holding
her hand.

   We drove a few minutes, just a few, and I saw we were at the outskirts
of the shopping mall parking lot.  Lyn pulled into a space well away from
anything, and shut off the motor.  For a couple of moments we looked at
each other then she was pulling me closer to kiss again.

   After a second I sort of let my mouth come open, and Lyn's tongue came
into it.  I really hadn't had all that much practice, and Lyn seemed to
have not a whole lot either; in any case enthusiasm carried the day.  We
made out for a very long time, it seemed.  Sometimes Lyn would kiss my neck
and throat, another time she kissed and licked my ear; even putting her
tongue in it and gently blowing into it.  It was strange at first to be
kissing another girl, weird, but I liked the way it felt.

   In fact I was feeling, very, very good.  A couple of times with guys I'd
gotten a little excited; Bobby, my boyfriend before Bill, and I had
progressed past the smooching stage, to touching one another through our
clothes, and on one memorable night, I'd not worn a bra, and he had
unbuttoned my blouse and licked as well as touched my breasts.  I'd always
thought that Bobby lost interest after finding out how little was hidden by
my bra.  After Bobby and I broke up I'd lay alone at night in my bed where
I found ways to make myself very excited, touching myself in all my secret
places.  I was very excited now.  I tried kissing Lyn's ear the same way
she had mine, and I could tell she was excited too, although I suppose it
shouldn't have been a surprise.  I found myself looking down the front of
her blouse again, one breast was mostly visible, including the nipple.  The
desire to reach inside her blouse and touch her was nearly overpowering.

   After a second she turned to me again, and this time our tongues really
went after each other.  After another long kiss Lyn was kissing me on my
throat again and I liked that a lot.  I started stroking her hair, which I
thought felt very sensual.

   Then Lyn's kisses moved lower, and she was kissing the nape of my
throat, right above my blouse collar.  I could feel her lips on the skin of
my chest, pushing my blouse gently out of the way.  For a moment I wondered
if she knew how close to my breasts her lips were, when I felt Lyn gently
unbuttoning the top button of my blouse.  Lyn's kisses moved along the edge
of my lacey bra, her tongue lightly tracing the faint swelling above my
breasts.

   Lyn looked up at me briefly.  "Is this good for you Kate?" she asked
softly.

   "Oh yes," I breathed, "very good." I wasn't sure which I liked better,
her kiss, or the feeling I got from stroking her.  Her fingers brushed
aside my bra and my breast was clearly visible in the light from outside.

   Her lips brushed the swelling lightly once again.  "I want to kiss you
very much, dear Kate." I wanted Lyn to kiss me as well, and I applied the
gentlest pressure, pushing her head just the slightest bit down, Lyn gently
kissed my nipple, her tongue moved against it, licking and rubbing it to
hardness.  She seemed to know every sensitive spot, and when she sucked on
it as well as tonguing it, I could not believe how good it felt.  At the
same time her fingers were exploring my other breast.

   After a few minutes Lyn's lips returned to mine, and I found out what my
nipples taste like.  I was very aroused and I moved my hand to slide inside
her blouse.  My fingers glided over her warm skin, feeling her soft
roundness fill my hand.  Lyn's titties looked a lot like mine, small,
little more than bumps.  But my nipples were larger, and the tips got thick
when they were hard, like a fat pencil eraser.  Holding Lyn's breast in my
hand was very arousing; emboldened by the feel of her little tittie and
erect nipple beneath my hand, I leaned down and nipped her lightly, before
using my tongue to assuage any pain I might have caused.  Lyn gasped, and
clutched my head tightly to her bosom.

   I licked and sucked first at one of her mounds, then the other before I
too returned to kissing her.  Time seemed to slide by effortlessly as we
took turns pleasuring each other.  One time or another both of us had mild
orgasms, and I was getting close to a second when car lights swept over us,
and we both started, then giggled.

   We were quite a pair, right then.  Our blouses were unbuttoned to the
waist, and both of us were very aroused.  The cool air on damp nipples
served to give both of us titty hard-ons, and I felt Lyn touch me yet
again. "Dear heart," I whispered, "if you do that again, we'll be here
until morning.  I don't know about you, but I have to be getting home.  If
I'm much later, I could get grounded."

   Lyn sighed.  "Me too." She leaned down and give one of my breasts
another lick.  "Sorry, I'm just so hot!" She looked shyly at me.  "I've
never gotten this carried away before...with anyone." She laved my nipple
again, eagerly.  "I really wish we had more time."

   Her hand was suddenly pressing down on the front of my jeans.  "Me too!"
I breathed.  My fingers prisoned hers, pressing them down firmly.  "Oh Lyn,
I want it too!"

   For several minutes she sucked my breast, and fingered me through the
thick material until I finally gave an audible gasp as I came again.  "I'm
getting too greedy, aren't I?" Lyn said.

   "Mmmm," I agreed, "but I like it!"

   Lyn's fingers fumbled with my pants, and popped the snap.  "What would
happen if you were a little late?" Her fingers were tugging down the
zipper.

   "Probably everyone's asleep," I whispered, "If I'm quiet, likely no one
will notice." Lyn's fingers moved inside my panties, through my crinkly
hairs to places no one but myself had ever touched, while her tongue paid
devotion to one of my breasts.  Lyn found my clit, and teased it between
two fingers in a way that I'd never dreamed was possible, with an
incredible effect.  I soared in my pleasure at what was happening.  When
her finger entered me, I experienced an electric shock, turning my body
rigid with pleasure.  Her finger began to work in and out rapidly, and I
heard myself from a distance gasping and sighing with the immense
sensations I was feeling.

   The sounds of my passion seemed to drive Lyn wild, and both of us
totally lost control.  I was furiously bucking my hips against her
thrusting fingers; writhing and twisting with pleasure, Lyn's fingers moved
even faster, her tongue was more demanding than ever before.  My orgasm was
a wild tumult that set my ears ringing, and left my body tingling.  "Oh,
Wow!" I sighed weakly after a moment, then I hugged Lyn to me.  "I want to
do that for you, too, dearest Lyn." I told her quietly, my hand exploring
under the skirt.

   "Kate, Oh Kate," she whispered, "I want you so much!" I started probing
inside her panties.  Soon I was frigging her for all I was worth.  In a
minute my finger was soaked from the copious fluids that signalled Lyn's
orgasm.  After a time Lyn finally stirred herself.  "I think I'm finally
understanding why everyone makes such a big deal about sex."

   We had been sitting quietly with our arms around each other, cuddled
close.  "Do you think it's bad, that we like doing it with each other, so
much?"

   "I don't think anything that feels so nice can be bad.  I don't care
what other people say or think." I whispered after a second.  "I liked what
we did; I liked touching you, and being touched by you.  I want to do it
again." A short pause.  "And again."

   Lyn laughed lightly, then turned serious.  "Look at the time!  We're
both going to get grounded!" It was well after one am.  "I don't want to
get grounded now.  I want to go out with you again."

   I kissed Lyn, and her hands went to my breasts.  "We can go out tomorrow
night." I whispered, "I want it too.  But we'll have to wait."

   "I guess we'd better get going," Lyn murmured.  "We'd better." I agreed.

   Lyn started the car and we spent a few minutes getting our clothes
straight while the engine warmed up enough to dispel the fog that had once
again appeared inside the windows.  We traded one more deep kiss before Lyn
set the car in motion.  I held her hand while she drove.  Neither of us
talked for the few minutes it took to get to my house.  "Kate, would you
like to come over tomorrow night?" Lyn asked abruptly.

   My heart beat a little faster.  "Oh Lyn," I found myself nearly crying,
I didn't know why.

   "Please.  My parents are going out for the evening.  I really want to
see you again.  We, we, can just talk if you want."

   I answered honestly.  "I don't want to just talk Lyn."

   She squeezed my hand tightly.  "Say yes, then."

   "Yes," I said simply.

   "Oh dear Kate!  I'm so happy!" She leaned close and give me a little
kiss, I could feel the tip of her tongue.  Her hand on mine moved slightly
and found one of my still erect nipples through my blouse.  She rolled it
between her thumb and forefinger, nearly making me come again.  "I'll call
you tomorrow!" She said as I got out, and walked as steadily as I could
towards the door.  As I fumbled with the key, Lyn waved, then drove away as
I went inside.

   As she left I realized she was still wearing my dress and I her jeans.
No one was up, so I quickly turned off the lights and climbed the stairs to
my bedroom.  I undressed, dispensing with the tight jeans and my very damp
panties, opting for a t-shirt and nothing else and climbed under the
covers. I lay there daydreaming about what had happened, still too excited
to fall asleep.  WIthout conscious volition I found my fingers were
caressing my nipples as Lyn had; they were still erect.  One hand departed
from the scenario and went between my legs; I was still moist there,
something that had never happened on a date with a boy and when I came it
was my best orgasm ever; I was asleep almost instantly.  It was a night
filled with the most pleasant of dreams that ever I could remember not
remembering in the morning.

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