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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 20) [Asian, ff]
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Date: Sat, 16 Dec 2006 12:10:01 -0500
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
http://www.asstr.org/~dioladragontail/

Chapter 20: Sleepover

"Damn John Whorfin and the horse he rode in on!"

"Aiiiieeeeee!"  Jane screamed like a little girl when
the phone on her bedside table suddenly started
ringing.  Her heart was racing and the shock was
almost enough to make her to pee her jeans.  Her hand
scrambled for the receiver, hoping to silence the
incessant ringing.  

"I got it Dad!"  Jane shouted, hoping that the
announcement would stop her father from picking up the
other line.  And, keep him from asking why she'd just
finished screaming like a baby.

Jane sat up on her bed as she put the receiver to her
ear, clicking the pause button on her DVD player with
her free hand.  "Hello?"

"Hey," Cat's voice was instantly recognizable.  "What
are you doing?"

"Um," Jane was more than a little thrown by the phone
call, unexpected as it was at this hour.  And, she
wished she had a better answer to the question. 
"Watching TV?"

"Wanna go out and get something to eat?"  There was a
slightly hopeful tone to Cat's voice, certainly
unnoticeable to anyone not practiced in recognizing
the teenager's moods.

"It's Sunday."  Jane replied, more than a little
confused by the request.

"So?"  Cat's voice seemed unimpressed by the reply. 
"I haven't eaten and I don't feel like eating with the
parents."

"But it's late."  Jane glanced at the digital clock on
her bedside table, the glowing red display confirming
that it was already after six.

"I don't want to go out alone."  The hopeful tone had
returned to Cat's voice.

"My Dad is never going to go for it," Jane said
regretfully.  She really did want to go, but she knew
it would be a no win argument with her father.  "You
know how he gets about school nights."

"Tell him you're sleeping over at my place.  We can
get something to eat on the way back here."  Cat's
voice offered, countering the argument.  

"I don't know."  Mentally Jane was weighing the pros
and cons, as well as the likelihood of her father
agreeing, and the level of argument that might happen
if he disagreed.

"I really need someone to talk to."  Cat added, an
unaccustomed sound of desperation briefly entered the
teenager's voice.  

The sudden, unexpected swerve in Cat's demeanor caught
Jane by surprise.  But she doubted she could explain
it to her father in a way he'd understand.

"How about I get my mother to call back?  And promise
your father that everything will be fine?"  Cat was
really sounding desperate now, if she was willingly
enlisting the help of her mother.

"I guess."  Jane replied, more confused and concerned
now than anxious.

"I'll have her call back in ten minutes."  Cat's voice
replied quickly, followed by the click of the
connection being severed.

Jane glanced at the receiver in her hand for a second,
half studying it in confusion.  

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Cat hung up the phone and then ran her fingers through
her short black hair, shaking out some of the excess
water and not caring where it landed.  She yanked the
wet towel off from around her body, dropping it onto
the bedroom floor in a sloppy, damp mess.

She paced up and down her room as she thought about
things.  Seemingly bereft of energy, she dropped face
first onto her bed and laid there for a moment, before
rolling over and staring up at the ceiling.

She had so many conflicting thoughts going on in her
head and the only logical thing she could do with them
was talk to someone about them.  Not just anyone
though, she doubted most people would understand what
she had to say.

The only person that came to mind was Jane.  She was
the only one that would listen all the way through,
before making any judgments.

With a sudden surge of inspiration she lunged up and
back to her feet, snatching up her jeans from the
floor and dug through the pockets.  With a small
squeal of amusement, she pulled the $27.89 from her
pocket.  It was what was left of her spending money
after she splurged on the pretzel while living the
mall.

Now the big trick was to convince her mother to be
part of her little plan.

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"I'll call you when I get there!"  Jane shouted while
still standing in the doorframe of her apartment door.
 "Love you!"

Cat could barely hear Jane's father's muffled reply. 
And Jane didn't seem like she wanted to stick around
to hear it.  Instead she bounced out of the apartment,
pulled the big white door closed behind her, and
locked the door.

Jane started away from the door quickly, making Cat
follow in her wake.  It was like Jane wanted to get
far away before her father had a chance to come to his
senses and change his mind.

"I don't know what your mother said, but I can't
believe Dad went for it."  Jane remarked, glancing at
Cat in slight awe.  She repositioned the old red
backpack on her back as Cat snatched the duffel bag
from her friend's hands.

"I dunno."  Cat shrugged slightly.  "My mother can be
pretty persuasive when she wants to be."

Jane nodded in reply, realizing that apparently
neither of them had been privy to the conversation.  

"Where do you want to eat?"  Cat asked as they started
down the three flights of stairs to the lobby.  There
was an elevator in Jane's building, but it was usually
quicker and easier to just take the stairs.

"I don't know."  Jane replied a bit meekly, "I didn't
want to push my luck.  I didn't ask Dad for any
money."

"Don't worry about it."  Cat waved her freehand
dismissively.  "I have some cash.  My treat."

Jane looked at the back of Cat's head in disbelief. 
The girl was full of surprises this evening and Jane
wasn't entirely sure what this was leading up to.

"What did you want to talk about?"  Jane ventured as
they reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Not here."  Cat pushed open the door to the lobby as
she replied.  Her voice wasn't annoyed or upset, still
kind of friendly.  But with a slightly antsy, cautious
edge.

All the secrecy only made Jane even more curious.

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"Look guys, it's the freak parade."  The voice caught
Cat by surprise.  Her first impulse was to stop and
look in its direction, but she knew it was better to
just ignore it and keep going.  "I told you they only
came out at night."

Cat didn't want to show emotion.  Didn't want to even
acknowledge that the goons existed, never mind
admitting that she heard them.  She glanced back at
Jane and could see that her friend was more than a bit
anxious, maybe even afraid.

"What, you two goth dykes hard of hearing too?"  The
voice was like a mental stab, unrelentingly pulling
Cat's attention.  She was use to the insults, but she
at least wanted to see who was slinging them.  "You
two out on a date?"

The sarcasm dripped from the poser jock's voice, his
pair of Neanderthal friends cackling in the
background.  The laughter egging the lead caveman on
to be even more abusive and moronic.

Cat's normal reaction would be to just ignore the
assholes. Just keep walking and not give them the
satisfaction of a reaction.  She glanced at Jane again
and could see the pain and hurt on her face; she was
trying to hide it, but not very successfully.

That's all it took to send Cat into motion.

"What did you say, asshole?"  Cat shot back, stopping
in her tracks and staring at the entourage.  She took
an inventory of them and mentally classified them as
quickly as she could.

The ringleader, the one with the big mouth, she'd had
problems with him before.  Mostly at school though. 
Wannabe-pretend jock that wasn't really good at
anything other than being a bully.  Since he was in
the same school year as her, he'd been a pain for as
long back as she could remember.

"Oooh."  The lead caveman shivered in mock fright. 
"The little carpet muncher has teeth."

His two buddies were less of a concern.  All of them
were equally useless, but they were mostly just
flunkies.  Easily led sheep that the big goof was able
to order around as long as he kept them entertained.

"Just leave it alone.  Ignore them."  Jane whispered
behind her, trying to avoid all of it.

Cat wanted to look back at Jane, but didn't think she
could afford to take her eyes off the gang of
assholes.  She could imagine Jane shrinking back even
more, further fueling Cat's rage.

For a moment Cat wondered what you'd call a group of
assholes.  A flock of assholes?  A pack?  A tribe?  A
swarm?  She settled on the last one, them seemed about
as intelligent as bugs anyway.

The mental distraction was a trick Cat had taught
herself.  A way to keep herself calm when confronted
by situations like this.  A way to rationalize a small
portion of it all.

"What's your fucking problem?"  Cat shot back,
standing her ground, trying to stare down the caveman.
 

"You're my fucking problem right now."  The caveman
blustered, puffing his chest like a spurned gorilla. 
"I don't like the pair of you on my street."

He stressed the word "my" as if somehow he owned the
avenue.

"Oh, big man, picking on a pair of girls."  Cat
decided to take a different approach now.  "What, all
the kindergarteners in for the night?  No one else
left to harass?"

His manhood apparently impinged, the gorilla leaned
off the car he was leaning against.  Trying to puff
his chest even more, stalking forward in as menacingly
a way as he could manage.

"Here, hold this a second."  Cat turn only slightly,
not wanting to take her eyes off the approaching goon,
handing Jane's duffel bag back to her.

"What are you doing?"  Jane whispered, confused and
more than a bit frightened.

Cat didn't bother to reply, instead turning to face
the gorilla that was now standing right in front of
her.

"Your girlfriend is about to get her chink ass
killed-"  The gorilla started to say, making Cat see a
dozen different shades of red.

"What the fuck did you just say?"  Cat instinctively
cocking her fist back, getting ready to throw a punch
that she knew she was hopeless out matched with.

"I said," the gorilla started to laugh, not feeling
the slightest bit intimidated.  "I'm going to kick
your chink ass."

The use of the insult made Cat cock her fist back even
further.

"Go ahead."  The gorilla stuck his chin out towards
her.  "I'll give you a free shot.  Let you pull your
Jacky Chan shit on me."

Cat twisted her wrist slightly, as if about to throw
the threatened punch, and then kneed the gorilla in
the groin as hard as she could.  

For a moment after the impact, he just stood there
unmoving.  And Cat thought she was in even more
serious trouble.  Then the slow groan of pain came out
of his mouth, just before he toppled down to his
knees, his hands clutching his shattered family jewels
as his troupe of trained monkeys watched in stunned
silence.

The adrenalin that fueled her attack suddenly fled
Cat's body.  She glanced over the prone ape to see his
flunkies staring surprised at this.  Glancing at each
other and trying to decide what to do.

For the first time in the encounter, Cat actually felt
scared.  She didn't know what to do.  She wanted to
run, but didn't feel the energy to do it.  Scared that
the minute she turned her back, something would happen
to her.

Her hands shook as her mind raced.  She felt cornered
and unsure of what to do.  Suddenly thinking that
maybe the best idea was just to have ignored it all.

Behind her, Jane stood motionless, clutching her
duffel bag in front of her chest like a shield.  She
didn't feel scared anymore.  She wasn't sure exactly
what she felt.  She glanced from Cat's back to the
goon on the sidewalk, images of all the torments the
gorilla had put her through going through her mind. 
She felt the urge to dash forward and just start
kicking him, but somehow that just felt wrong.

"You bitch,"  One of the flunkies had finally found
his own balls.  Mustering up words and maybe even a
plan as he started towards her.  "Now we're-"

The screeching of tires interrupted the goon's tirade,
Cat's eyes darting past the approaching goon and
settling on the familiar red paint of the Mustang that
had skidded to a stop.  

"What the fuck is going on?"  The door flung quickly
open as the voice shouted.  Roger stepping out of the
still running car.  His eyes look past the gorillas
and focused on Cat and Jane.  "Are you two okay?"  

Cat nodded, feeling more than a bit less scared now.  

Roger looked at the trio of boys for a second, then
back to Cat and Jane.  "Go on and get in the car."

Roger's words were forceful, almost an order in tone. 
It wasn't like he was reprimanding them, more like he
wasn't going to give them a choice in the matter.

Cat moved quickly around the prone gorilla, slipping
around Roger then turning around to make sure Jane was
following.  Cat took Jane's duffel bag as Jane dived
for the safety of the backseat.  Cat quickly following
behind her.

To Cat's surprise, Roger closed the car without
getting in, walking towards the lead gorilla as he
started to get back to his feet.

"I don't want to ever hear about any of you assholes
bothering these girls again, do you understand me?" 
Roger, while never one to generate much of an imposing
figure, towered over the trio.

Cat and Jane both watched from the backseat window. 
Unsure of what to expect or even if they were really
out of the fire yet.

"Bullshit!"  The lead gorilla finally made it to his
feet again and seemed even less inclined to back down.
 "That fucking bitch-"

The gorilla's words were interrupted by the sound of a
sickening crunch.  The gorilla's face made contact
with Roger's fist.  Neither Cat nor Jane even saw
Roger begin to throw the punch.  It just seemed to
come out of nowhere.

The gorilla stumbled back, clutching his face as blood
already started to flow from his nostrils--the entire
time shouting incomprehensible replies.

"I guess you didn't understand me the first time, did
you, you dumb fuck?"  Roger held his ground, keeping
his fist obviously ready.  "You two want some too?"

The response was immediate as the other two goons
quickly backed down, shaking their heads.

Roger watched them for a second more, and then turned
his back on them.  He walked back to the car, pulled
the door open, and slide into the driver's seat.  He
didn't say a word as he shifted the Mustang back into
gear, the car lurching and screeching as it took off.

"Thanks Roger."  Cat commented from the backseat, her
sentiment echoed by Jane's nodding head.

"Yeah."  Roger replied, not sounding entirely thrilled
with the appreciation.  "What the hell were you
doing?"

"I don't know."  Cat sunk back in the seat a bit,
feeling somewhat chastised and foolish now.

"She was defending me."  Jane suddenly found her
voice, surprising Cat.

"What?"  Roger took his eyes off the road for a brief
second, glancing into the backseat.

Jane stared back at him, not backing down from her
statement.  "They called me a dyke.  Cat was just
defending me."

Cat watched Jane for a moment, trying to process this
conversation.  She didn't expect Roger to start laying
into her over it.  And she really didn't expect Jane
to leap to her defense.

"Okay."  Roger still sounded less than convinced. 
"Why do you care what a bunch of idiots say?"

"Because I am."  Jane almost spitted the words out,
gritting her teeth for the reaction.  Her eyes stared
directly ahead now, making it a point not to look at
either Cat or Roger.  "That's why."

Cat watched Jane in stunned silence, her mind reeling.
 None of these was what she expected and just when it
seemed to be calming down, it turned out to be
spinning even further out of control.

Roger seemed less surprised, "That's fine, but still
not a good reason to waste your time with that bunch
of inbred assholes."

Jane felt slightly reassured after seeing Roger's
non-judgmental reaction.  She mustered up the courage
to look across the backseat at Cat.

Cat and Jane's eyes met and for the second time in
less than an hour, Cat felt cornered.  She knew she
needed to have a reaction to Jane's confession.  She
knew the reaction she wanted to have.  But the only
thing that was registering on her face was shock.

Jane quickly looked away, turning her head to look out
the other window.  "Can you drive me home?"

"Yeah, sure."  Roger replied, he had been driving a
bit aimlessly, since he hadn't even considered where
he should be going.  "You know you could have gotten
yourselves hurt?  If I hadn't spotted you?"

Cat blinked for a second, staring at the back of
Jane's head, then glanced towards the driver's seat
and Roger.  "Roger?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."  Cat turned her attention back to Jane now,
"Jane?"

No response.  Cat felt the panic filling her again. 
Followed by the frustration of not knowing what to do
or even what to say.

"Roger?  Pull over please?  Just for a minute?"  Cat
whispered the words, not to hide them from Jane, but
just because it felt like the right thing to do. 
Talking in a normal tone just seemed out of place.

Roger didn't say a word, pulling the car into the
deserted parking lot of the closed supermarket.

"Jane?"  Cat repeated, but there still wasn't a
response.  "Look at me?  Please?"

Cat felt desperate now, unsure of what to do if Jane
didn't comply.  She wanted to just yank Jane around
and make her look, but knew that wouldn't solve
anything.

Jane's head finally twitched, turning to face Cat, but
Jane's eyes refused to look at her.  They were
focusing instead on some imaginary spot on the car
floor.  Cat could tell that her friend was fighting
back the urge to cry.

"Jane?  It's okay."  Cat kept her voice soft, trying
to sound honestly understanding.  "It doesn't make a
difference to me whether you are or aren't."

Jane's mouth frowned, showing that if Cat's words were
having any effect at all, it wasn't the one that Cat
intended.

"It's been a long day.  I just didn't expect any other
surprises tonight."  Cat could see Jane's face start
to scowl.  She knew she had to say something, to prove
she was being honest.  "I had sex with my mother."

Even as the words left her mouth, Cat mentally
flinched.  It didn't sound anything like the way she
intended it to sound.  She had been planning to tell
Jane about that tonight, but she hadn't been planning
to confess in front of Roger or to be doing it in the
backseat of his car.

"What?!"  Both Cat and Roger shouted in almost perfect
unison, an equal amount of disbelief in their voices.

Cat could feel the eyes of both of them on her.  It
would have felt reassuring to have Jane able to look
at her again, but not under these circumstances.

"You're lying."  Roger said with a marked sound of
disbelief.  "You're just telling stories to try and
shock us."

Before Cat could rebuff his reply, Jane interceded.

"No.  She's not."  Jane's eyes narrowed, as if she was
studying the minutest detail in Cat's face.  "I can
tell when she's lying."

Cat just nodded slowly as Roger looked back at her. 
Cat didn't pay him any more mind though, her attention
was solely focused on Jane.

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about tonight." 
Cat frowned.  "I just didn't think we'd be doing it
here...  or you'd have your own burden to share."

Jane nodded slowly, her mind still processing Cat's
words.

"I'll take you to the police."  Roger said, his hands
gripping the steering wheel tightly in anger.  

"No!"  Cat jumped at Roger's words, grabbing hold of
his shoulder.

"But-"  Roger started to protest, one hand relaxing
and releasing the steering wheel with a sticky sound.

"But nothing.  No police.  You can't tell anyone." 
Cat pleaded, unaccustomed to being on the defensive
like this.  It wasn't a feeling she enjoyed.  "I
wanted to do it."

Roger's hand paused now, hovering in mid-air over the
gear shift, before he just gave up, turned around in
his seat and looked back at Cat.  

"Okay, fine.  I won't tell anyone."  He finally said. 
"But you're going to have to explain things a little
better than that."

"Stop giving her a hard time, Roger."  Jane shot him a
sharp look now, chastising him.  "You just want to
hear details so you have something to masturbate to
tonight."

"What?  No I don't!"  Roger's eyes went wide at the
accusation, but Jane's gaze just remained firmly fixed
on the older boy.  His resolve wavered slightly,
"Well, so what...  Her mother is hot."

"Roger!"  Jane shouted in annoyance, her expression
getting even darker.

Cat tried not to laugh as she watched the exchange
between the two of them.  She did her best to keep her
expression fixed, wondering how long this would go on.

"Well, since everyone is admitting something, I
thought it was okay."  Roger shrugged his shoulders
now, turning hide his face from the backseat.  "I'm a
normal guy.  I can't help it if I find it exciting. 
Two hot women going at it."

Cat couldn't help but blush and smile at that.  Not
only did he refer to her as a woman, but a hot woman
too.

"Roger!"  Jane shouted again, with seemingly every
intention of protecting Cat's honor.

"It's okay."  Cat quickly blurted out, reaching out to
grab Jane's hand to reassure her.

The touch shocked Jane's attention back to Cat.  

"It's Roger.  You know how he gets."  Cat offered with
a shrug of her own.  "Besides, he did rescue us, sort
of.  So I can let him slide for now."

Jane nodded slowly, feeling Cat's hand on hers was
something more than comforting.  Something she
couldn't describe.

"So does this mean that you're...  you know?"  Jane
asked, her words obviously chosen very carefully. 
When she saw the look of confusion on Cat's face, Jane
leaned closer and whispered.  "You know.  A lesbian?"

Cat thought about it for a moment, and then replied in
normal voice.  As if she was quite comfortable with
her answers and not concerned with Roger hearing.

"Maybe.  I don't know.  I don't think so."  With Cat's
words, a flash of disappointment appeared on Jane's
face now.  "Bisexual at the very least, I guess."

The glimmer of disappointment disappeared from Jane's
face, while Roger fought to keep from saying something
himself.

The car was silent as Jane watched Cat for a very long
moment.  She was mustering up a bit of courage for one
last confession.

"I've wanted to tell you for so long."  Jane
whispered, smiling when she felt Cat reassuringly
squeeze her hand.  "Do you think...  I mean, would you
want to...  Do...   You know...  With me?"

Jane felt her cheeks burning up with embarrassment. 
She felt light headed and like she was
hyperventilating.  The anticipation of waiting for
Cat's reply, verbal or facial, was like torture. 
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion now. 
Jane was having a hard time even continuing to look at
Cat's face.  So she just focused on Cat's lower
lip--concentrating on it and it alone.

"Yes."  Cat finally whispered back.  Hearing the
single word almost made Jane collapse.  For a second
she thought she might have heard wrong, up until Cat
repeated.  "Yes, I would."

"Can I watch?"  Roger commented meekly without looking
into the backseat.  His eyes trained on the rear view
mirror instead.

"Roger!"  Cat shouted in mock annoyance, getting ready
to slap him in the back of the head.

Jane leaned forward and whispered into his ear. 
"Maybe next time."

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"Hi Miss Lo."  Jane beamed as she entered the house,
doing her best to appear perfectly normal, despite the
new knowledge she had gained.  "Thank you for letting
me stay over."

Cat paused in the doorway, while carrying Jane's
duffel bag in one hand; she turned and waved a thank
you to Roger with her free hand.  She could barely see
a pale hand waving back behind the tinted glass.  Then
the Mustang pulled away down the street very calmly. 
No screeching tires or revved engines.

"You're welcome."  Sara looked up from the book she
was reading.  "But it's still a school night and I
promised your father that you'd make it into school as
normal tomorrow."

"I know."  Jane nodded, respectfully.  "I'll make sure
Cat still gets to sleep at a normal hour."

Before Sara could reply, Jane bolted for the kitchen
and the sanctuary of the door that lead to the
basement and Cat's bedroom.  She had spent enough time
in the Lo house to know it almost as well as her own
home.

Normally Jane wouldn't have been quite so rude about
her exit, but she was having a hard time consolidating
the two images of Sara now.  On one hand, she was, and
still is, her friend's mother.  And Jane was brought
up to show respect to other people's parents and any
adult, to be honest.

On the other hand, Jane was now seeing Sara as a
living breathing, sexual being, and this observation
that had never even occurred to Jane.  She feared that
if she tried to talk any further, she'd sound like a
complete fool, blurting out some sort of nonsense.

"I'll be right down!"  Cat shouted at Jane's
retreating form, just before Jane disappeared through
the basement door.  

Cat watched her mother for a moment, Sara staring
back, an expectant look on her face.  Like she knew
Cat had something to say and was waiting for it to
come out.

Unlike Jane, Cat was very practiced in talking to her
mother disrespectfully.  It was the talking to her
civilly that she was unaccustomed to.

"I told her."  Cat said evenly, calmly, trying to
sound like an adult.

"You told her what?"  Sara raised an eyebrow at the
announcement.  Then glanced towards the kitchen,
seeing that the basement door was closed and Jane was
probably out of earshot.  "Was that really a good
idea?"

Cat noticed that her mother's reply was equally calm,
almost calculating.  But there was an underlying
emotion.  Panic?  Annoyance?  Fear?  Cat couldn't
place it, but she instinctively knew what to say next.

"It's okay.  She won't tell anyone."  Cat quickly
replied.  "I know she won't."

Sara just stared at her oldest daughter for a moment. 
"You could have mentioned this to me, before you
decided to share with someone.  What did you tell
her?"

"Just about you and I.  Nothing else."  Cat shook her
head for emphasis.  "I'm not stupid, I know better
than just blurting everything out."

"I didn't say you were stupid."  Sara could recognize
hints of the old Cat's demeanor coming out.  It wasn't
something she wanted to revisit or encourage.  "I just
want you to be careful, that's all."

Cat went to reply, but Sara held a hand up.  "I trust
you.  If you say she won't repeat it.  Then I believe
you...  Just, in the future, please let's talk about
it before we share this with anyone else."

Cat nodded slowly, deciding that this might not be the
best time to mention Roger knowing too.

"I know.  I will.  I didn't plan to..."  Cat thought
for a second, trying to decide how to explain this. 
"She just, kind of told me a secret.  And it was the
only thing I could think of to say."

Sara nodded slowly, thoughtfully.  "What secret?"

"Jane..."  Cat searched for words, her eyes looking
across the ceiling painfully.  None of the obvious
words seemed appropriate.  They all felt somehow dirty
or insulting, the evening's earlier encounter didn't
help things.

"Jane doesn't like boys."  Was the best statement Cat
could come up with as a suitable answer.

"Oh."  Suddenly a number of things slipped into place
and made sense in Sara's mind.  Numerous little
personality ticks and innocent comments that Jane had
done or said make sense.  Sara found herself surprised
that she hadn't realized it sooner.

"Besides,"  Cat added, feet twitching a bit nervously.
 "I was going to tell her anyway.  I needed someone to
talk to...  about what we did."

Sara nodded slowly as she watched her oldest
daughter's nervousness.  "Well, just be careful,
that's all I'm asking.  And be careful with her
feelings too."

"I will."

Sara watched as her daughter bolted to the kitchen. 
She had the distinct feeling that Jane was looking for
more than just a platonic friendship now.  But decided
it was best to not voice her suspicions.  Better to
let her daughter find out on her own.

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 "Finally!"  Jane exclaimed, exasperated as Cat walked
into the bedroom.  "It feels like I've been waiting
for hours."

"Whine, whine, bitch and complain."  Cat teased,
tossing the duffel bag onto her bed.  "I just had to
talk to my mom for a bit."

Jane stayed in Cat's desk chair, where she had planted
herself to wait, pushing it back and spinning it to
face Cat.  "Now you have to tell me what happened. 
Yesterday you were complaining about your mom being a
lunatic.  Tonight you're telling me you had sex with
her."

Cat couldn't help but laugh, dropping her ass down
onto the edge of her bed.  "It's a long story."

"We have all night."  Jane rolled her eyes, "Start
talking before I have to beat it out of you."

"I came home and she had my vibrator."  Cat confessed,
falling back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling
again.

"No way!"  Jane shouted in disbelief.  "The vibrator
you bought downtown last year?  What did she say?"

"Umhm."  Cat nodded slowly, thinking over the events
of the afternoon.  "She wanted to know where I got it
and I thought I was in deep shit."

"So you had sex with her to get out of trouble?"

"No!"  Cat's eyes shot wide open as she leaned up on
her elbows to stare at her friend.  "Nothing like
that.  She was mad that we went into the city without
telling her.  And I guess even madder that we went
into a sex store."

"I think,"  Jane started to empathize a bit.  "If my
dad ever found mine, I'd die.  Having sex with him
wouldn't even be an option.  He'd have killed me
first."

Cat dropped onto her back again, staring up and
thinking over recent memories. Sara's words still rang
fresh in her mind and, despite the temptation; she
decided that now wasn't a good time to tell Cat about
Angela's experiences with the vibrator.  Or her own
experiences having her Dad's cock in her mouth.  Or
helping her mother and father get it on.

"Tell me more!"  Jane's leaped across the room,
landing on Cat's bed and almost propelling Cat right
off of it.  "Don't go all silent now!"

"Fine, fine."  Cat turned her head to stare at Jane on
the bed next to her.  "We talked about the birds and
the bees."

"Yeah, sure you did."  Jane didn't sound convinced,
and then pointed towards Cat's chest.  "That's why
you're nipples are all hard already."

"What?"  Cat glanced down at herself and saw that her
friend's observation was quite correct.  Her t-shirt
was doing little to hide her growing excitement. 
"Pervert."

"Ow!"  Jane clutched her chest like she had been
mortally wounded by the joking insult.  "Says the girl
who slept with her own mother."

"It just sort of happened.  It's not like it was
planned or anything."  Cat offered, looking back
towards the ceiling again.

"More.  I want details."  Jane leaned over, her face
blotting out Cat's view of the blank ceiling.  "What
happened?"

"You are a pervert."  Cat teased again, sticking her
tongue out.

"Maybe I am."  Jane frowned, still staring down at
Cat's face.  "But you've done stuff I've only dreamed
about.  I want to know what it was like."

Cat blinked at Jane for a second, "You've dreamed
about sleeping with my mom?"

Jane shook her head no.

"Then who?"

"You promise you won't laugh at me?"  Jane moved away,
rolling over so that she could stare up at the ceiling
too, it seemed the safest place to look.

"I promise.  Swear to God, cross my heart, hope I die,
with sugar on top."

There was a long pause of silence.

"You."  Jane finally whispered.  Just saying the
single word seemed to make it all feel easier.  Like a
giant weight was removed from her shoulders.  "I've
dreamt about doing that with you for years now."

Another long pause of silence.

"Then you weren't joking?  In the car?"  Cat turned
her head to look at Jane again, watching as her friend
stared unblinkingly up at the ceiling.

Jane shook her head no, very slowly.  

"Why are you crying?"  Cat watched as the moisture
accumulated in the corner of Jane's eye.  Before Jane
could react, Cat reached over and touched Jane's face
lightly.  Catching some of the tear on her finger,
rubbing it away from her face.

"I don't know."  Jane just kept staring at the
ceiling.

"She used the vibrator on me."

"What?"  Jane turned her head quickly, surprised by
the sudden change of conversation.  "Your mom did?"

"Yep."  Cat nodded with a smile.  "And then she
started eating me out."

"Did you eat her too?"  Jane stared entranced at Cat,
hanging on each and every word.

"No."  Cat shook her head slightly.  "But I did finger
fuck her while I sucked on her breasts."

Jane swallowed hard as she listened, feeling her own
body quickly responding to the conversation.  She
shook her head slowly in disbelief.  She didn't
question what her friend was telling her, just her own
ability to process it.

"So..."  Jane broke the long silence, her mind finally
feeling ready to take in some more of Cat's
confessions.  "What else happened?"

"I'm not telling."  Cat smiled smugly up at the
ceiling.

"What?"  Jane's voice was a high pitched protest now,
spinning out of her as she rolled over on the bed to
look down at Cat's face again.  "Why not?"

"Because."  Cat's smug expression broke only long
enough for her lips to move.  "That would ruin the
surprise."

Jane stared dumbly down at her friend, confusion and
disappointment obvious on her face.  "Surprise?  What
surprise?"

Instead of replying, Cat craned her head up quickly,
kissing Jane's lips for the briefest of seconds.  Then
sliding away from her while Jane was still dazed and
startled.

"So I told you my secrets."  Cat pounced across the
small bedroom, dropping into her desk chair with a
practiced ease.  "Now let's hear yours."

Jane groaned as she sat up, reluctantly, moving into a
cross legged position in the middle of the bed.  "I
already told you."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"  Cat frowned, staring
at Jane like she was Jane's therapist.

"I don't know."  Jane shrugged, for the first time she
actually managed to look Cat in the eye as she
discussed her own sexuality.  "I didn't know how you'd
react."

Cat nodded slowly, half understanding Jane's
reasoning.  "How long have you known?"

"That I'm gay?"  Jane said the word with a sort of
pride.  Like it was a label she was comfortable with. 
But that just made it harder for Cat to accept.  As if
it might just be a trendy word that motivated Jane.

"A year, I guess."  Jane added, with a slightly
non-committal shrug.  The truth was, she really wasn't
sure when she decided it.

"Well, you're not really anything until you've done it
at least once."  Cat narrowed her eyes a little
suspiciously.  "So have you?"

Jane blushed a deep ruby red and shook her head
quickly.  "No.  Never.  I mean, I've thought about it
a lot...  but I've never actually."

Cat's eyes relaxed from their inquisitive piercing, a
smile softening her face.  "So then, what have you
been thinking about?"

Jane frowned as she thought through all of the various
fantasies that had occupied her mind over the past few
months.  None of them seemed particularly worthy of
repeating.  All of them had some sort of flaw that
made Jane not want to repeat them.  Be they too weird,
too clich�d, too personal, too simple, just too
something.

"How about this."  Cat offered, recognizing the
indecision on her friend's face.  "Tell me one of the
ones you had about me."

Jane's eyes shot wide open again, staring at Cat.  She
could feel the heat returning to her cheeks, neon
lighting her embarrassment.  "But-"

"No buts."  Cat crossed her arms in front of her
chest, indignantly.  "You said in the car that you
wanted to do stuff with me.  So you must have
fantasized about me too."

Jane blinked at Cat for a long moment.  It was like a
battle of wills, to see who would blink first.  Jane
finally nodding a yes slowly.

"So."  Cat smiled, feeling a bit honored that she'd be
the subject of anyone's fantasies.  "What did I do in
your imagination?  What was I like?"

"You were just...  just you."  Jane blinked again,
wondering why Cat would even want to think about being
someone else.  "That was plenty."

"Come on, more details.  Just give me one of your
fantasies."  Cat teased further.  "Then I'll stop
nagging you."

Jane frowned, unconvinced by the promise.  Cat seemed
way too curious to possibly follow through on the vow.

"Fine."  Jane relented, preparing herself to share her
innermost thoughts.  "There was-"

"Hold on."  Cat held up a hand, interrupting Jane's
confession.  "I want to get comfortable for this."

Cat leaned forward, her hands reaching down and
grasping the bottom of her t-shirt.  She quickly
pulled the shirt up and over her head, her small
breasts bouncing into view, their dark red nipples
still erect and excited.  

She tossed the shirt to the side of the chair, letting
it join its other discarded brethren that covered the
floor of the bedroom.  She then smirked at Jane with a
'go on' expression on her face.

Jane swallowed hard as she stared at Cat's bare chest,
her eyes taking in as much of the detail as she could.
 Following the dark veins that were just barely
visible through the almond colored skin of Cat's
chest.  She watched the way Cat's skin rippled over
her ribs as she took in each breath, the way her
stomach undulated with each movement.

"I'm waiting."  Cat chided, drawing Jane's attention
back up to her face.

"Um, yes."  Jane barely managed to swallow again
before her voice wavered.  Her distracted mind quickly
clung to the easiest memory she could find.  "We were
coming back from the art museum.  From Ms. Weiser's
school trip.  And you feel asleep on my shoulder."

Cat nodded slowly, pretending to remember the moment. 
She kind of, sort of remembered it, in a vague sort of
way.  It wasn't a moment that was particularly
important to her, but it was obvious that Jane saw it
in an entirely different way.

"I just remember you breathing on my neck."  Jane
reluctantly closed her eyes, trying to recall all of
the details and share them without distraction.  "I
remember wondering if it would feel like this.  If we
were sleeping together.  Just feeling safe and
comfortable and whole.  That's what I remember."

Jane opened her eyes slowly, her mind still caught in
the wisps of the fading memory.  She saw that Cat was
rubbing her right nipple as she listened.  Catching it
in her fingers, rolling it across her thumb.  

"Very romantic."  Cat whispered in reply.  "Tell me
more about it.  I want to hear the details that you
aren't sharing."

Jane nodded slowly, her eyes entranced by Cat's
movements.  "I...  I wondered if you'd wake up.  If I
put my hand into your jeans.  If I could touch you. 
If you'd like it.  If I could hide it from the rest of
the bus."

Cat moved her hand down her chest, sliding it along
her belly.  Her fingers finding the button to her
jeans and popping it open.  The zipper sliding down as
she pushed her hand under the fabric.  "Like this?"

Jane continued to stare, nodding slowly.  "I wondered
what you'd feel like.  And what you'd taste like."

Cat moved her legs slightly apart, angling her chair
so that she was sure Jane could see the lump of her
hand moving underneath her jeans.  She withdrew the
hand slowly, bringing it up to her lips and sticking
them in her mouth.  A soft slurping noise echoing
across the room.

Jane felt faint as she watched this, her mind racing. 
Once again, like many times before, she felt the urge
to do something.  To follow through on this, but
instead just found herself sitting and allowing it to
happen, just a passenger to her own life.

"Don't stop."  Cat said, smiling around her fingers,
not taking them from her mouth.  "Keep telling me."

Jane nodded slowly, trying to force her mind to
comply.  One part of her wanted to tell the story,
repeat the fantasies exactly the way she had imagined
them.  But a smaller part wanted to elaborate on them,
alter them, and see if Cat would do the things she'd
want to see.

"I'd imagine that we weren't in the bus anymore." 
Jane swallowed as she continued, hoping that Cat
wouldn't suddenly call her a liar.  "Kneeling on the
floor in front of you."

Cat raised an eyebrow as she took her fingers out of
her mouth.  For a moment, Jane thought it was over. 
That she'd pushed too far.  And now Cat would reject
her, just like she'd always feared would happen.

Cat shimmied her butt left and right in her seat as
her hands pushed her jeans down.  Letting them slide
down her thighs, before falling to the floor in front
of the chair.  She slid back in the chair, spreading
her legs so that Jane could see the way her lime green
panties clung to her wet lips, the moist, darker green
spot unhidden.

Jane was at a loss for words, just staring at Cat. 
Not knowing what to say, just frozen in place.

"Is that something you want to do now?"  Cat asked,
but Jane's only response was a dumbfounded, confused
expression.  "Kneel in front of me?"

Jane's head twitched as the words registered in her
mind.  The confused expression fleeing as she nodded
quickly.  She shifted slightly, thinking about
standing, but still remained in place.

"Well, I don't want you to."  Cat whispered, standing
up and out of her seat.  Before Jane could overreact,
Cat sat down on the edge of the bed, "I'd rather we
did it together.  Here on the bed."

Jane blinked in surprise now, nodding.  The panic had
returned to her mind when she again thought that Cat
was going to laugh and reject her, it was only now
starting to show that that wasn't what Cat had in
mind.

"You have to promise me something."  Cat whispered her
voice extremely serious in tone now.  "I don't mind if
you tell people we do tonight, but you can't tell
anyone about the rest.  You can't tell them about mom
and me, or anything else I might tell you about them."

For a moment, the words had significance in Jane's
mind.  A hint that there was more to Cat's story than
she had already shared.  But that moment quickly
passed, clouded over by the here and now.

"I would never."  Jane whispered in reply, solemnly
promising that the secrets would never pass her lips.

Cat nodded then leaned back, kissing Jane on the lips
again.  Jane's mouth barely moved under the light
kiss, as if she didn't know what to do.  Her lower lip
just quivering in time with her own rapid heartbeat.

Without breaking the kiss, Cat pushed closer, pressing
their lips together.  She sucked at Jane's mouth for a
second, making Jane part her lips, letting Cat draw
the hot humid air from her mouth.  Cat's tongue played
across Jane's lips once, before pushing its way into
her mouth, finding her tongue and rubbing against it
for a moment.

Cat pulled her head back, breaking the kiss, leaving
Jane breathless, sitting in the middle of the bed with
her eyes closed.  

"Are you okay?"  Cat whispered, alarmed by Jane's lack
of movement.

"Umhm."  Jane moaned, opening her eyes gradually.

"Let's get you out of this."  Cat took hold of the
bottom of Jane's t-shirt and started to lift it, Jane
obligingly lifting her arms without a second thought.

The baggy shirt, which had to been at least one size
too big for Jane, pulled up easily.  Jane suddenly
felt very self-conscious as the t-shirt pulled over
her head.  Jane's hands instinctively moved to cover
her chest, not to hide her flesh, but to hide her
underclothes from Cat.

The grayish white bra she tried to hide wasn't the
worst ones she owned, but it hardly seemed presentable
either.  Buying new underclothes wasn't a priority in
Jane's single father's life.  In fact, it was probably
an experience that he'd do his best to avoid.

The old, stained bra suddenly seemed to represent
everything in Jane's life that she didn't like.

Cat, noticing Jane's discomfort, paused for a moment. 
"Did you change your mind?"

Jane shook her head quickly, one of her hands reaching
behind herself.  Trying to undo the bra and discard it
as quick as possible, before Cat had a chance to look
at the embarrassing thing.

"Here, let me help."  Cat's fingers rested briefly on
Jane's shoulder, before moving down and unhooking the
bra.

Jane quickly turned her back to Cat, divesting her
shoulders of the bra's strap and then dropping the
offending article onto the floor, where Cat's eyes
would be less likely to see it.  Only after that did
she turn around and face Cat again, a half hearted
smile on her face.

Jane's breasts swayed and bounced as she turned, no
longer covered by either the bra or her arm.  Cat's
eyes dropping down to look at them, they were bigger
than she expected, possibly even bigger than her
mother's.  Her skin extremely pale white, except for
the multitude of little pink freckles, her nipples
also a pale pink and smaller than her own.

"God."  Cat exclaimed, with a wide eyed look.  "Your
tits are incredible.  Why do you hide them under all
this baggy clothes?"

Jane shrugged slightly, feeling both proud and
embarrassed at the same time.  She shook as Cat's
hands reached and cupped the underside of her breasts,
holding the heavy weight of them in her palms.

Jane sucked in her breath and closed her eyes,
absorbing the sensations as they came.  A warm wet
feeling enveloped her left nipple and she knew,
without having to look, that it was Cat's mouth she
felt.

With her eyes still closed, Jane put her hand on the
back of Cat's head, holding her lightly, and her
fingers stroking the short hair at the back of Cat's
neck.  A small murmur of a moan slipped out of her
mouth.

Jane opened her eyes slowly as she felt the warmness
fade, then the cooling feeling of the air drying the
saliva from her skin.  She looked down just in time to
see Cat move her head to the other side of her chest. 
Their eyes met as Cat slipped her tongue out and
started to lap at Jane's other nipple.

Jane groaned loudly as Cat's rough tongue dragged
across her sensitive flesh, her hands gripping Cat's
shoulders tightly.

"I want.."  Jane was barely able to stagger the words
out of her lips.  "My turn."

She pushed Cat back and away from her, pushing her
onto her back.  Jane leaped forward, almost like an
animal descending on her meal, locking her mouth
around Cat's nipple.  Jane's other hand covering Cat's
other breast, the stiff nipple poking up into her
palm.

Cat moaned loudly as she felt Jane's mouth assault
her, Jane's teeth finding her nipple and pulling at
it.  The feeling was uncomfortable, bordering on
painful, but even with that pain she felt the pleasure
of it.  And the way that Jane seemed entirely out of
control of herself was something even more enjoyable.

Cat felt Jane's free hand between her legs now,
fingers rubbing the slick cloth of her panties against
her sensitive lips.  Then pushing the gusset to the
side, Jane's fingers finding Cat's bare opening for
the first time, rubbing Cat's cunt directly now.

"Ow!"  Cat couldn't help but shout, feeling Jane's
teeth bite just a little too hard.

Jane pulled back almost immediately, her hands
releasing Cat's flesh just as quickly, a scared,
apologetic look on her face.

"It's okay."  Cat tried to reassure her, sitting up on
her elbows to look at Jane.  "You just need to go a
little slower."

Jane nodded slowly, still feeling a bit embarrassed at
her own loss of self control.  

Cat sat up fully, reaching for the waist of Jane's
jeans.  "Let's get you naked.  So that I can tongue
lash you within inches of your life."

Jane couldn't help but giggle at Cat's words as she
lifted her butt up off the bed, letting Cat yank her
jeans down.  She was even more relieved that Cat had
pulled down both her jeans and her panties at the same
time, letting her avoid another uncomfortable moment
with her less that impressive undergarments.

Cat wrapped her fingers around one of Jane's ankles,
lifting Jane's leg and crawling underneath it, taking
a more advantageous position between Jane's thighs. 
Cat reached down and ran her fingers through Jane's
thick, dark hair. 

The top of the hair was dry and curly, but got
progressively wetter as her fingers descended.  The
lips of Jane's cunt were completely obscured by the
tangles of short hair.

Cat wiggled her fingers deeper into one of the wetter
points, finding the soft yielding flesh of Jane's lips
underneath the hair.  The touch causing Jane to
suddenly buck as a pitiful groan echoed in her throat.

Cat brought her other fingers to Jane's skin, using
her hands to part the hair.  Jane's pink folds came
into view, letting Cat lean closer and run the flat of
her tongue up the entire length of Jane's cunt.

 "Ohmygod!"  Jane's entire body shook as she yelled
out, but Cat kept her mouth firmly riveted to Jane's
cunt.  Cat's tongue probing, prodding, and stroking at
Jane's tender skin, the aroma of her musk assaulting
Cat's senses and blocking out all other smells.

Cat wrapped her arms under Jane's legs, her hands
gripping Jane's ass cheeks tightly.  Holding Jane in
place as she continued to thrash on the bed, moans and
other incomprehensible utterances wheezing out of her
mouth.

Cat drew her tongue out of the depths of Jane's cunt,
following her opening up until she found Jane's erect
clit standing proudly out of its hood.  Cat ran her
tongue over it in one long slurp, causing Jane to
scream out, and her hips bucking up against Cat's
face.

Jane's hands gripped Cat's higher tightly, pulling at
her.  First in a way that seemed playful, then in a
more insistent, unrelenting way, forcing Cat to
reluctantly let Jane's cunt slip away from her mouth.

"Turn around."  Jane whispered breathlessly.  "I want
to taste you too."

Cat nodded, sitting up and pulling down her own soaked
panties, discarding them to the side like they were no
more than a nuisance.  She crawled around so that her
knees straddling Jane's face and felt Jane eagerly
lean up and kiss her pussy.

It only took a second for Jane's previous eagerness to
reignite, pushing her tongue up between Cat's lips. 
Trying to fill her pussy with her tongue like her life
depended on it.  Jane's fingers gripping Cat's ass so
tightly that her nails dug into the soft flesh of her
cheeks.

Cat pressed her hands against the inside of Jane's
thighs, pushing her legs open wider as she buried her
own mouth back into Jane's cunt.  She could feel
Jane's breasts under her belly, cushioning her.  Cat's
own nipples just barely dragging against the sweaty
skin of Jane's stomach.

Jane pushed a finger into the bottom of Cat's pussy
while her mouth continued to work at the top of it. 
Slurping and sucking at Cat's lips, finding the hard
nub of her clit and sucking even harder at it.

Cat bucked her hips down against Jane's, dragging
herself up and down Jane's face.  She could feel the
orgasm building inside her, the warm wet feeling deep
in her center, growing, like an explosion in slow
motion.  The first waves of it hit her in slow
succession, each one causing her to moan out a little
louder.

Jane felt Cat's face pull away from her open cunt;
Cat's tongue replaced by two, maybe even three of
Cat's fingers.  She could feel them wiggling around
inside her.  She could almost hear the squishing sound
they made as the fingers moved in an out, letting her
flesh flap together with each extraction.  Throughout
all of this, Cat's thumb continued to stroke Jane's
clit, rubbing it intently.

Cat felt the explosion hit her fully now, the warm
moist feeling covered her skin.  She arched her back
upwards, pressing her hips heavily down against Jane's
face.  She could feel Jane's nose against her skin,
her tongue continuing to work itself in and out of
Cat's slick lips.

Jane felt Cat's body go rigid above her; pungent juice
seemed to melt out of her now, flowing copiously down
into Jane's eager mouth.  Jane's tongue finding it,
savoring it for a moment, before swallowing it down,
and then eagerly going out in search of more.

Cat, unable to take any more of Jane's tongue, pulled
away, rolling over onto her side.  Chest heaving as
she panted to try to catch her breath, the room still
spinning around her glazed eyes.

Jane let go of Cat when she felt her pull away,
reluctantly letting Cat's fingers slip out from inside
her.  She watched Cat for a moment, before reaching
down between her own legs, her fingers furiously
rubbing against her own cunt.

Jane turned onto her side, making sure that Cat could
see her playing with herself.  She started to rapidly
piston her ring finger in and out of her cunt, before
adding a second, then a third finger to the movements.
 Her other hand moving to her right nipple and
pinching it, making her moan even louder.

Jane felt the overwhelming need to sate herself and to
let Cat see her do it.  As the first thunder claps of
her own orgasm hit her, she made sure to make eye
contact with Cat.  

"Cat!"  Jane shouted, as her fingers pinched her own
nipple even harder.  "I'm cumming!"

Jane's hands continued to move as the pleasure ran
like wet fire through her body.  She pressed her
fingers even deeper inside herself, trying to fill up
her body with her own hand.  A low moan slipped out
Jane's lips, signaling the end of her orgasm.

"Sorry."  Cat whispered apologetically as she crawled
closer, laying her head against Jane's chest.

"Sorry?"  The confused whisper came from Jane's lips. 
"For what?"

"For not finishing you."  

"That's okay."  Jane wrapped her arms around Cat,
holding onto her lightly.  "It was incredible.  And
I'm sure next time will be even better."


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