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Becky Loves Christie
By Char (address withheld)

***

Two girls just out of high school, from completely 
different backgrounds find friendship and more. (FF-
teens, intr, rom)

***

Becky sat on the cracked red plastic of the coffee 
shop's last booth and glumly stared into her cup. Her 
whole life seemed, at that moment, to stretch out as an 
unending source of boredom. Two weeks out of High 
School, two weeks for the excitement of graduation to 
wear off, and she had to face the reality that High 
School was going to be the absolute best time of her 
life. It made her want to cry. 

"Damn it! It wasn't even that good!" She told the salt 
and pepper shakers, "I don't want that to be the best 
there is." Angry tears, the same angry tears she'd been 
fighting for days, welled up and threatened to drop. 
One day she'd let them fall. She hadn't already because 
she'd a good idea it wouldn't help. 

And on top of everything else, she hadn't gotten that 
lousy job she'd applied for. Becky suspected that it 
was because she was black. The successful applicant had 
been a pretty young white girl. Life just sucked so 
bad.

Suddenly a voice intruded into Becky's misery.

"Um, Hi, Becky." It was Christie, The Most Popular Girl 
in the School. The Head Cheerleader. The Homecoming 
Queen. The Prom Queen. Becky had always been torn 
between hating Christie's guts and envying her 
everything. "Hi, Christie." What does she want? Becky 
wondered. 

"Can I, uh, can I join you?" Christie was nervous about 
something, it was plain from the hesitancy and the way 
she shifted from one foot to another. Her big, 
cornflower colored eyes stared anxiously into Becky's. 

Intrigued, Becky nodded and motioned to the bench 
opposite. "Go ahead."

Christie slid into the booth and smiled brilliantly at 
Becky. "Thanks. So what have you been doing since 
graduation?" 

Becky knew she was staring, knew she should stop, but 
it was so strange to have Christie even talking to her, 
let alone making conversation. At school Christie was 
the center of the in-crowd, and they almost never mixed 
with the black kids. 

"Nothing, much. I'm trying to figure out what I'm going 
to do." 

Christie hesitated then looked at her hands as she 
said, "I sorta thought you were going to marry Richie." 

Did she want Richie? Was that it? "No. I'm not getting 
married. I don't think I'll ever get married." Why did 
she say that? Becky didn't want Miss Popular knowing 
she wasn't wanted; even if she didn't want any of the 
guys. 

"Really? I... Me either. I mean, it's such a dead end, 
you know?" Christie started to relax. "I didn't want 
that and it seems like everybody pushes you to do it, 
all the guys, my friends, my family... I just don't 
want to. I think it's great that you don't want it 
either. It's like a validation of what I'm feeling, 
y'know?"

"You don't need validation from me!" Becky snapped. It 
made her angry, whatever little game Christie was 
playing was not something she wanted any part of. She 
looked around for the rest of Christie crowd, wondering 
when the laughter would start, wondering what the joke 
was. 

"I know." Christie nodded, "But I really like having 
it. You're always so together, so self-contained. I 
really envy that. I've always felt like I had to 
perform for people, like I was always on. I can't tell 
you how often I wanted to flip them all off. I used to 
notice the books you read and I'd go check them out of 
the library and, you know, they were almost always 
things I enjoyed. I usually wanted to be reading your 
books when I was supposed to be doing committee things. 
I.." Christie looked at her hands and her words came 
out in a rush, "I've always admired you. I wish we 
could be friends." 

Becky's mouth hung open in shock. "What?" 

Christie smiled. "I know what you're thinking. I know 
why you always looked at me like I was after something 
when I said Hi to you. I didn't really approach you in 
school because it would've made life Hell for both of 
us, but I always wanted to. Now that we're out of 
school, though, we can do anything we want. What I want 
is to be your friend." 

Becky swallowed at the obvious sincerity in Christie's 
voice. "Oh."

Christie's smile laughed at her, just a little. "Yeah. 
Oh." 

"Well," Becky, hesitated, then cast caution to the 
winds. "Well, I guess that would be okay."

There was an awkward little silence and then Christie 
smiled ruefully. "Would you like to come to my house?" 

Christie lived in the richest side of town. It would be 
something to see. "Sure." It figured that the Prom 
Queen would have a little red convertible. 

Becky felt vaguely ridiculous getting into it, but the 
warm summer air that blew into her face as they sped 
down the street felt great and almost instantly she 
started to relax. "What kind of music do you like?" 
Christie motioned to the glove compartment. "See if 
there's anything in there." 

CD's but some surprises. Christie, it seemed, liked 
funk and metal in equal doses. Becky pulled out some 
James Brown and Christie nodded. "Crank it up! I love 
it loud." 

As they drove, Becky had a few moments of evil 
satisfaction as they sped across town, the wind in 
their hair and music leaving an almost visible trail 
behind them. They passed several of Christie's friends 
who waved and looked surprised at who she had with her. 
Christie just looked happy. Just as Becky expected, 
they turned into the drive of a home that just missed 
being a mansion. Christie bounded out of the car. 
"C'mon, c'mon, you gotta see my CD collection. You like 
J.B., you're gonna love some of the others." 

Her good humor was infectious and Becky was smiling as 
she got out of the car. "Okay." They went inside and 
Christie turned, suddenly formal. 

"Do you want to see the rest of the house?" It would be 
a showcase, Becky knew, in fact she was pretty sure it 
had been on one of those charity home tours at one time 
or another, but there was something about the way 
Christie asked her. 

"No." She replied, "I'd rather listen to music." She 
was rewarded by the gratitude in Christie's eyes and 
she began to have an inkling that the Prom Queen's life 
wasn't all it was cracked up to be. 

"Okay. C'mon upstairs." Christie led the way.

Her room was a little girl's mixed with a wanna-be-wild 
teen's. Posters of leather clad rockers vied with the 
pink country check and eyelet lace of the curtains and 
spread. The sound system of the gods covered one wall 
and another was full books and CD's. The third wall was 
closets and the fourth was the window and posters. 

Becky blinked. "Wow." 

Wrinkling her nose, Christie nodded. "My mom just can't 
face the fact that I'm eighteen. I leave the cute stuff 
up to make her happy." Christie sat Becky on the bed 
and put some music on, loud. "Do you want anything to 
drink?" 

Becky shook her head. As eagerly as the child she 
scorned, Christie started showing Becky her treasures. 
Little things, like the handmade candles and the 
perfect clamshell that had more meaning than monetary 
worth. Everything Christie showed her made Becky look 
at the other girl in a slightly different way. Christie 
became, in the next half hour, someone Becky wanted to 
know. 

Finally, Christie brought over a little wooden box. 
"This is all my important jewellery." She said. 

Becky was expecting diamonds, instead there was only a 
silver pendant and a little silver ring. Becky stared, 
not quite able to believe her eyes. The pendant was the 
double axe, the ring was two of the alchemists symbols 
for Venus, entwined through the circles. 

"These are me." Christie said softly. A chill went down 
her spine as Becky looked up into Christie's blue, blue 
eyes, at her golden hair, at her peach-perfect skin and 
saw the unthinkable suddenly, almost, become 
attainable.

"Do you know what they mean?" Christie's eyes were wide 
and anxious. 

"Yes..." Becky could only stare at her. 

"Oh..." Christie blushed to her hairline. "I'm sorry, 
you're not into it, I guess... I..." 

Becky stopped her by reaching up and cupping her face. 
"It's okay. I didn't realize, that's all. It's really 
okay..." Then in one, graceful move, Becky stood up and 
kissed Christie. 

It started out gentle, hesitant, and then abruptly 
turned into mouth-grinding passion. It seemed to last 
forever as they explored with lips and tongues not only 
each other's mouths but their faces, throats, ears. 
Becky had never done anything so wonderful and her 
excitement was tinged with a little fear, just enough 
to heighten her arousal past anything she'd ever 
experienced. Almost without conscious effort, her hands 
were moving over Christie's amazing body, cataloguing 
by touch each curve and hollow and swell. 

Christie was soft, full breasted, wide hipped. She had 
a slender waist that emphasized her woman's figure. And 
under her softness was firm muscle that meant fitness 
that couldn't be faked. Becky explored with delight, 
wondering what Christie thought of her own tall, lean 
body with the small, firm breasts and boyish hips. 

Christie's soft, happy moans seemed to mean approval. 
Christie moved away, just a little bit, and kissed 
Becky sharply in a promise of more. "God, you're 
great!" She laughed happily, "This is just the way I 
imagined it would be." 

Becky smiled at her, drunk on passion. "Really? You 
thought about it with me?" 

"Since Junior High. You look just like all my dreams." 
Christie turned and went to the door, locking it 
quickly. "None of my family's home, but the maid might 
decide it's time to vacuum." She walked back to Becky 
and started unbuttoning her new love's blouse. "I love 
your hair. I've never seen such beautiful hair. And 
your eyes... the color of bittersweet chocolate. 
Gorgeous." 

The blouse was undone and Christie slid it off by 
running her hands over Becky's skin under the cloth, 
over the shoulders, and down the arms. "What beautiful 
skin you have. So dark and creamy, I love it." 

Becky squirmed with delight and reached for the hem of 
Christie's tank top. She peeled it off and touched 
Christie's breasts through the lacy bra. "This is so 
amazing. You're so beautiful. I feel like any minute 
I'm gonna wake up. How did you know?" Christie cupped 
Becky's breasts. "I wish I didn't have to wear a bra. I 
wish mine would stand up like this." 

She rubbed over Becky's big, hardened nipples, and 
Becky moaned. 

"I didn't know, exactly, but I saw you reading 'Lifting 
Belly' so I thought you wouldn't hit me if I asked." 
She bent and kissed one breast, laving her tongue over 
the swell, sucking lightly at the peak. 

Becky reached behind her and undid the bra, letting 
Christie's full, cream colored breasts free. They were 
round, already swollen with passion, the pink nipples 
standing out asking for caresses. She held them, 
squeezed them, loving their weight in her palms. Becky 
brought Christie back up to meet another, passionate 
kiss and they stayed that way awhile, the shock of hot, 
bare skin against skin breathtaking.

Finally, Christie took her mouth away. "Let's get the 
rest of our clothes off, okay?" In answer Becky reached 
for the blonde's jeans and undid the top button. "One 
for one?" She asked huskily. "Oh, yeah." Christie slid 
her knuckles along Becky's flat stomach, under the 
waistband of her shorts, and rubbed gently before 
working the first button. "Do you wear panties?" 

"Uh huh." Becky undid the next one. "You?" 

"No." The gentle, sliding touch over her belly, down 
into the open fly of her shorts was making Becky crazy. 
That Christie didn't wear anything under her jeans was 
both unsurprising, for some reason, and terribly 
exciting Christie moved the zipper of the shorts down, 
just a little. "I don't want to rush anything." 

Becky had gone back, momentarily, to the full breast, 
bending to love them with her mouth. "Mmm." 

Christie sighed, "I really love that too."

Becky was barely listening. She couldn't get over how 
the satiny skin seemed to be stretched to bursting 
under her hands and mouth and yet it gave so easily. 
She rubbed her face over Christie's breasts like a cat, 
marking her territory and learning the taste, scent and 
feel of her lover at the same time. She could make love 
to Christie and then never see her again and her memory 
would always keep those sensations fresh. She hoped, in 
one small rational part of her brain, that making love 
with Christie would be a continuing pleasure, but she 
wasn't going to worry about it. 

"Beck, come up here, I want to kiss you again." 
Christie brought her face up and kissed her; slowly, 
hungrily, tongue taking possession again and again. 
While they kissed, Becky finished undoing Christie's 
jeans and slid her hands along the moist, creamy skin 
of Christie's ass, easing the jeans down as she went. 
She began kneading the firm curves with her strong 
hands and Christie made a sound deep in the back of her 
throat that sounded a lot like a growl. 

Christie broke the kiss, finally, and gasped, "You got 
ahead of me. No fair!" Her hands shook as she pulled 
down the zipper of Becky's shorts and yanked them down. 

Suddenly Becky was laughing. "You're so great! Oh God, 
this is so great!" 

Christie grinned at her. "Yeah, and it's gonna get so 
much better." Christie went down to her knees and eased 
the shorts off one foot and then the other. Then she 
pulled Becky's bikinis off slowly, running her tongue 
down Becky's long, brown legs just ahead of the cloth. 
Once the panties were gone, she bent over and kissed 
Becky's knees, licking and sucking until Becky giggled 
and danced away. 

"Come back." Christie ordered, "I want to kiss the 
backs too." 

"Not until your jeans are off." Becky came back and 
pulled Christie to her feet. "Then we can get serious." 

"Do we have to?" Christie complained. "I really think 
our lives are too serious already." 

"Really?" Becky felt crazy. 

She felt like she could do anything that moment and 
nothing would ever hurt her for it. She yanked the 
jeans down and shoved Christie back on the bed. Eyelet 
and pink checks bounced and Christie giggled. "Come on, 
you butch thing." Their laughter might have dampened 
desire, in any other circumstance it would have; but 
for them, it was a release of mistrust, that last 
little bit of suspicion held against someone of such a 
different background. When the giggles died they looked 
at each other as equals and something new, and so 
precious they wouldn't examine it, kindled between 
them.

"You can kiss my knees now." Becky offered generously. 
Christie's full mouth curved, almost laughing again, 
and she held out her arms. The shock of their skin 
coming together was like snuggling furnaces, it was 
ridiculous that it should feel so good in the heat of 
summer; but Becky wouldn't have ever wanted to be 
anywhere but there. 

Their arms around each other, pressed together from the 
collision of their noses to their entwined feet, it was 
where Becky had always wanted to be from her first 
glimpse of Christie six years earlier on their first 
day at Johnson Jr. High. That the realization of her 
fantasies was everything, more, than she'd imagined 
surprised her. 

They rolled as they kissed, first Christie was on top, 
then Becky was. Their hands moved sensuously over 
backs, sides, buttocks, thighs. Christie was on top 
again and she wiggled and pulled until Becky's knees 
moved apart, cradling her between them. At that point, 
Chris began kissing Becky's throat, from up under the 
dark girl's chin, down to the collarbone. She tongued 
the soft hollow there before working her way to one 
shoulder. "You taste yummy." She murmured dreamily. 

Becky loved the weight, the heat of her lover. She was 
breathing hard and each kiss, each lick, each little 
nibbling bite, fanned her arousal hotter. "Do you know 
where I'm going?" Christie asked softly as she left 
Becky's other shoulder to move to the space between the 
small, sweet breasts. 

"Yeah." Becky moaned. "Hurry." 

That made Christie chuckle. "Oh, no way, Babe. It's 
gonna be so slow, you're gonna die." She started to 
suck on one thick dark nipple and Becky shuddered at 
the sudden shot of pleasure deep in her guts.

Becky ran her fingers into Christie's silky hair, 
letting the surprisingly heavy strands slide through 
them like water. Along the scalp the hair was damp, 
either from the heat of the day or, more probably, 
Christie's desire; but out along the ends it was cool. 
Becky brought a handful up and ran it over her face. 
Christie move lower, taking little licks and bites at 
Becky's firm, flat belly. She would nuzzle hard, for a 
moment, then graze her lips over the skin with a barely 
felt motion. Becky's hips moved, pushing up against 
Christie demandingly. Christie took her time. 

The hot tickling between Becky's legs was making her 
crazy. She couldn't get at it, Christie wasn't getting 
at it, she didn't know what to do. She was breathing in 
sharp, hard gasps and soon the gasps were interspersed 
with moans. She reached back and grabbed a pillow, 
crushing it to her face in an effort to hold back a 
scream of frustration. Christie moved down. She began 
to comb her fingers through Becky's pubic hair, pausing 
in her kisses to remark, "It's so soft. That's so neat. 
I thought everybody's was crinkly like mine." She 
buried her open mouth in it and blew gently. 

The moist, heated air made Becky pull the pillow away. 
"God, don't tease!"

Christie sat up with a laugh. "Oh, Babe, teasing is 
what it's all about." She ran her fingers lightly up 
the insides of Becky's thighs. "That and making sure 
it's okay in the end. Don't you worry, I won't let you 
down."

She shifted so that Becky's legs were forced further 
apart and she leaned on one arm, half across Becky's 
belly. Her wandering fingers trailed up and down 
Becky's thighs. She ignored the demanding movements of 
Becky's hips, her own weight holding the other girl 
pretty much quiet. "You have to know," she said softly, 
her eyes on her fingers, "that doing this to you is 
making me crazy too." 

"Then let me at you." Becky demanded. 

Christie looked up then. "Want to? I don't want it over 
too soon." She warned. 

"Nothing's gonna be over, Chris." Becky held out her 
arms. "Let me show you how good I am." Without a word, 
Christie went back up into Becky's arms.

They kissed for a while, maintaining the heat between 
them but not fanning it any higher. Then Becky bit 
Christie's lower lip. "Let me up." She said. Christie 
released her and watched her climb up to her knees. 
"Now," Becky ordered "On your stomach." 

Christie giggled as she turned and looked back over her 
shoulder at her lover. Becky looked at the beautiful 
body before her and suddenly found it hard to breathe. 
Christie's skin was such a lovely color, all peachy 
golden except where it faded to cream where the sun 
never saw it. 

Slowly Becky reached out and ran her index finger down 
Christie's backbone, from the nape of her neck where 
the hair was thick and tawny, down to the nub of the 
backbone, just inside the split of Christie's firm, 
round ass. Then she bent over and began licking and 
chewing in her finger's path, pausing here and there to 
explore. 

Christie squirmed sexily at a tongue sweep just under 
her shoulder blades, and Becky tried it again. Same 
effect. She grinned to herself, saving that information 
for later. A nip at the curve of the waist brought a 
sharp protest and a giggle. A lingering swab at the 
hollow of the spine got a moan. Lower got even more 
moans. Becky finished the trail and the scent of 
Christie's arousal was sharp in her nose. 

She moved down and began a journey from the heel of 
Christie' began a journey from the heel of Christie's 
foot, up. About the time she reached the back of 
Christie's knees, her lover was quivering and the moans 
were steady and steadily louder. She reached up and 
began massaging the perfect cheeks, while her mouth 
continued its slow journey. "Beck! Beck!" Chris begged, 
"Oh, please?"

"I thought you wanted this to last?" Becky laughed 
breathlessly. 

"Becky!" Christie moaned back. Becky sighed, she wasn't 
finished! But Christie was obviously at the end of her 
endurance. She sat back up and gently turned Chris on 
her back. 

"Okay, Chris." Becky eased Chris's long legs apart and 
spread the labia gently with the tips of her fingers. 
The clitoris was swollen, standing with delicate pride 
in its nest of pink flesh. Becky touched it softly and 
Christie jumped as if she'd been shot. "Hurts?" Becky 
whispered, in awe of its beauty. 

"No. Never." Christie gasped. 

"What about this?" Becky carefully eased her middle 
finger into the wet furnace of Christie's vagina. "How 
does this feel?" 

"Don't stop!" demanded the blonde. "Don't you stop!" 

"No." Becky promised. Her finger began to move, in and 
out. "I won't."

Christie writhed at the digit's movements, her 
breathing hard, in short, gasps. She tossed her head 
from side to side and her hands crumpled the gingham 
under them. Becky gently inserted her forefinger too 
and Chris's sharp cry pleased her. 

Finally she bent and touched the bold little nub with 
the end of her tongue. Salty, musky, sweet all in one, 
Becky played with it; little tickling touches, almost 
rough swathes, sucking, flicking, teasing it. She 
teased it until Christie stiffened and cried out and 
her rhythmically moving fingers were seized in a 
pulsing vise. Becky waited until the pulsing died away 
and then started in again. 

"Oh, Beck! Wait. Don't you want..." Christie's fingers 
pulled distractedly at Becky's hair. Becky ignored 
them, eagerly working for a repeat that was not long in 
coming. Christie moaned and relaxed slowly as her body 
recovered. With delicate care, Becky eased her fingers 
out of their tight cocoon and slowly spread the 
moisture covering them across her own belly, leaving a 
glistening trail. 

She was desperately horny at that point, quivering with 
her own need, but she managed a saucy smile to answer 
Christie's dazed one. "My turn." She whispered.

Christie held out her arms and Becky fell into them. 
"You're so amazing." The blonde whispered. "I've never 
felt so good before." 

"Good." Becky replied smugly. "I don't want you ever to 
forget me." Christie suddenly turned and Becky was on 
her back.

"Oh, don't worry about that. Now I want to be 
unforgettable to you." She started with a long, lush 
kiss, exploring Becky's mouth so thoroughly Becky knew 
she had no secrets there. Slowly, Christie moved away 
from Becky's mouth. "You taste of me." Christie said 
huskily, "It reminds me of what you did. I'm gonna do 
that to you, but different. Just a little different." 

Becky wasn't sure what that meant, but she was eager to 
find out. She ached and each thought of what Chris was 
promising sent sharp, little tickling jolts of 
sensation through her belly, and down between her legs. 
It was all she could do to keep from touching herself, 
though the release that would give her was so good. It 
was like flying, she thought, like she was soaring and 
there was nothing else in the world but her body. She 
knew Chris would give her that, she hoped Chris would 
give her more. 

Using just the barest whisper of a touch, Christie ran 
the pads of her fingers along Becky's collarbone, to 
her shoulders and back. It nearly tickled, nearly 
itched. She did it again, then let that spot to move to 
the other side. Both hands moved, so lightly they 
almost weren't touching, over Becky's neck and 
shoulders, back and forth, in circles, triangles, other 
patterns, until Becky was mad to rub the sensitized 
skin. She started to move her hands and Chris shook her 
head. 

"Hang on to the spread if you have to, but don't 
touch." The maddening patterns continued and worked 
their way down to Becky's small, perfect breasts. There 
the touches caused the nipples to harden to crinkled 
points, nearly reaching themselves for the cause of 
their arousal. 

"Chris, this is making me crazy." Becky moaned. "

I know. But you'll like it when I'm through. I 
promise." 

She wasn't sure. Each bare touch was like a brand, she 
wanted, needed to rub it away, it seared into her 
conscious and it was all she could think of until the 
next touch. She felt on fire and she felt like she 
couldn't stand it. After a long exploration, Christie 
moved to Becky's waist and stomach. Becky could feel 
the muscles there contracting under the delicate 
fingers. 

Her whole body felt alive at that point, more alive 
than it had ever been before and part of her wanted to 
see how far Christie would take it. Another part, the 
greater part, wanted it to be over, wanted release from 
the gentle, maddening torture. "Chris, please... please 
do something." 

"Not yet." Chris replied, gently. The fingers detoured 
to Becky's arms, even to the palms of her hands, then 
left them to go to the feet to begin a slow journey 
back up. 

Becky suddenly realized that the ache between her legs 
had become a raging fire, that each itchy, tickly touch 
was translating to her clitoris and as soon as she 
realized that, it became the focus of all her 
attention. So caught up in desire, Becky didn't hear 
herself begging her lover for relief until she was 
nearly shouting for it. Her legs opened, her knees 
bent. The touches trailed fire up her thighs. She 
didn't hear herself moan, "No! Touch me! TOUCH ME!" 
until the sound rang in her ears.

The fingers reached their goal and teased, touching 
everywhere but her aching, reaching nub. Becky thrust 
her hips up in demand then again, trying to get real 
pressure on her needy body. Christie bent and sent her 
tongue tip to following her fingers, around and around 
where Becky most wanted the tongue to be, never quite 
reaching the goal. Becky grabbed for Christie's hair to 
force the confrontation but Christie only laughed and 
drew away. 

Becky's moans had come to resemble sobs at that point 
and finally, finally, Christie took pity on her. It 
took only one, hard swipe of the tongue across the 
rigid clitoris and Becky's body exploded in orgasm. The 
throbbing, tingling, all consuming feelings surged 
through her, taking all her attention, demanding it. It 
didn't end there. 

Christie began licking and sucking in earnest and the 
first orgasm was quickly followed by another, and 
another, and another, until Becky's moans changed to 
pleas; her body pleasured way past anything she could 
stand. The stimulus finally slowed and stopped and the 
mini explosions died away. Becky gradually became aware 
of other things besides her own body. 

Her heart slowed, her breathing calmed, she blinked at 
the ceiling and wondered how she would ever again feel 
something so wonderful. Christie's head was pillowed on 
Becky's abdomen, her fingers sliding through the silky 
pubic hair. Becky reached down and rubbed the blonde 
strands across her belly into her dark skin.

"Oh, Chris, that was so great," Becky sighed. "It was 
wonderful." 

"Yes," Christie didn't move. "I think so." There was a 
wistful sound to the blonde's voice that Becky suddenly 
didn't like. "What's the matter?" 

"What do you think is the matter?" Christie sat up, 
turned away so Becky couldn't see her face. "That was 
the greatest thing and this might be the only time we 
ever do it. I don't want it to be the only time." 

"I don't either." 

"No?" Christie turned and looked into Becky's eyes. 
"But we can't stay here and do it. We'll be caught and 
our families will ruin it for us. God, could you 
imagine the Hell that would be?" 

"Yes."

Becky could imagine it. It would be the worst thing to 
ever happen to her. And to have it arise out of 
something so wonderful would make it worse. "I don't 
want that to happen, not to you or me. But Christie, I 
don't know how I could live with you here and never be 
together." 

"No. Well, I won't be here." 

"You're leaving?" That gave Becky a pain like a blow. 

"Yes. My Aunt in New York is in the modeling business; 
she's promised me a job if I go. My parents want me to 
stay and get married, but I can't. I couldn't stand 
that." Chris's eyes were pleading for Becky to 
understand. 

She did understand and she envied her lover that 
opportunity. She took a deep breath and said, "Well, 
that would be wonderful. You'll be a great model, 
Chris." 

Christie smiled. "Oh, I'm not going to model, silly, my 
boobs are too big. No it's a gofer kind of job while I 
go to school. She's going to help me with that too. I'm 
going to be an engineer." 

Becky's eyes got wide. "Really? Wow." She knew Christie 
was smart, they'd both spent High School in honors 
classes, but that was a field she'd never thought of. 

"I wish I could go to school." 

It was Christie's turn to look startled. "What? What 
about the scholarships you won?" 

"What does a girl need with college?" Becky replied 
bitterly. "There still wasn't enough for four years and 
nobody in my family is going to help me. They aren't 
even going to let me go the year I got funded." 

"I'm supported though, we could get an apartment 
together and study together and always be together. 
Come with me? Please?" Becky saw the sincerity in 
Christie's eyes and swallowed. It would be an 
irrevocable step. Their families would never forgive 
them. She imagined the conversation with her parents, 
"Mama, Guess what? I'm a dyke and I'm going to college 
in New York with my white girlfriend." But it would be 
the best thing to ever happen to her, she knew, except 
for the moment Christie sat down in front of her that 
afternoon. 

"What if your Aunt finds out about us?" She asked. 

Triumph blazed in Christie's eyes. "It doesn't matter." 
She said as she fell into Becky's arms. "She's like us. 
Her lover works there too. It'll be great. Oh, Beck, 
we'll be so happy." 

Becky, as they kissed, sealing the deal, thought they 
might be too.

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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