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Becky Loves Christie
by Anonymous Author (1996)
***
Two high school girls fall in love. (FF-teens, 1st-
lesbian-expr, 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.
"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 CDs. 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 realise, that's all. It's really
okay..." Then in one, gracefull 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
emphasised 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 moved lower, taking little licks and bites at
Becky's firm, flat belly. She would nuzzle hard, for a
moment, then graze her lips over the skin with a barely
felt motion. Becky's hips moved, pushing up against
Christie demandingly. Christie took her time. The hot
tickling between Becky's legs was making her crazy. She
couldn't get at it, Christie wasn't getting at it, she
didn't know what to do.
She was breathing in sharp, hard gasps and soon the
gasps were interspersed with moans. She reached back and
grabbed a pillow, crushing it to her face in an effort
to hold back a scream of frustration. Christie moved
down. She began to comb her fingers through Becky's
pubic hair, pausing in her kisses to remark, "It's so
soft. That's so neat. I thought everybody's was crinkly
like mine."
She buried her open mouth in it and blew gently. The
moist, heated air made Becky pull the pillow away. "God,
don't tease!"
Christie sat up with a laugh. "Oh, Babe, teasing is what
it's all about." She ran her fingers lightly up the
insides of Becky's thighs. "That and making sure it's
okay in the end. Don't you worry, I won't let you down."
She shifted so that Becky's legs were forced further
apart and she leaned on one arm, half across Becky's
belly.
Her wandering fingers trailed up and down Becky's
thighs. She ignored the demanding movements of Becky's
hips, her own weight holding the other girl pretty much
quiet. "You have to know," she said softly, her eyes on
her fingers, "that doing this to you is making me crazy
too."
"Then let me at you." Becky demanded.
Christie looked up then. "Want to? I don't want it over
too soon." She warned.
"Nothing's gonna be over, Chris." Becky held out her
arms. "Let me show you how good I am." Without a word,
Christie went back up into Becky's arms.
They kissed for a while, maintaining the heat between
them but not fanning it any higher. Then Becky bit
Christie's lower lip. "Let me up." She said. Christie
released her and watched her climb up to her knees.
"Now," Becky ordered "On your stomach."
Christie giggled as she turned and looked back over her
shoulder at her lover. Becky looked at the beautiful
body before her and suddenly found it hard to breathe.
Christie's skin was such a lovely color, all peachy
golden except where it faded to cream where the sun
never saw it.
Slowly Becky reached out and ran her index finger down
Christie's backbone, from the nape of her neck where the
hair was thick and tawny, down to the nub of the
backbone, just inside the split of Christie's firm,
round ass. Then she bent over and began licking and
chewing in her finger's path, pausing here and there to
explore.
Christie squirmed sexily at a tongue sweep just under
her shoulder blades, and Becky tried it again. Same
effect. She grinned to herself, saving that information
for later. A nip at the curve of the waist brought a
sharp protest and a giggle. A lingering swab at the
hollow of the spine got a moan. Lower got even more
moans.
Becky finished the trail and the scent of Christie's
arousal was sharp in her nose. She moved down and began
a journey from the heel of Christie' began a journey
from the heel of Christie's foot, up. About the time she
reached the back of Christie's knees, her lover was
quivering and the moans were steady and steadily louder.
She reached up and began massaging the perfect cheeks,
while her mouth continued its slow journey. "Beck!
Beck!" Chris begged, "Oh, please?"
"I thought you wanted this to last?" Becky laughed
breathlessly.
"Becky!" Christie moaned back. Becky sighed, she wasn't
finished! But Christie was obviously at the end of her
endurance. She sat back up and gently turned Chris on
her back.
"Okay, Chris." Becky eased Chris's long legs apart and
spread the labia gently with the tips of her fingers.
The clitoris was swollen, standing with delicate pride
in its nest of pink flesh. Becky touched it softly and
Christie jumped as if she'd been shot. "Hurts?" Becky
whispered, in awe of its beauty.
"No. Never." Christie gasped. "What about this?" Becky
carefully eased her middle finger into the wet furnace
of Christie's vagina. "How does this feel?" "Don't
stop!" demanded the blonde. "Don't you stop!"
"No." Becky promised. Her finger began to move, in and
out. "I won't."
Christie writhed at the digit's movements, her breathing
hard, in short, gasps. She tossed her head from side to
side and her hands crumpled the gingham under them.
Becky gently inserted her forefinger too and Chris's
sharp cry pleased her. Finally she bent and touched the
bold little nub with the end of her tongue. Salty,
musky, sweet all in one, Becky played with it; little
tickling touches, almost rough swathes, sucking,
flicking, teasing it.
She teased it until Christie stiffened and cried out and
her rhythmically moving fingers were seized in a pulsing
vise. Becky waited until the pulsing died away and then
started in again. "Oh, Beck! Wait. Don't you want..."
Christie's fingers pulled distractedly at Becky's hair.
Becky ignored them, eagerly working for a repeat that
was not long in coming. Christie moaned and relaxed
slowly as her body recovered.
With delicate care, Becky eased her fingers out of their
tight cocoon and slowly spread the moisture covering
them across her own belly, leaving a glistening trail.
She was desperately horny at that point, quivering with
her own need, but she managed a saucy smile to answer
Christie's dazed one. "My turn." She whispered.
Christie held out her arms and Becky fell into them.
"You're so amazing." The blonde whispered. "I've never
felt so good before."
"Good." Becky replied smugly. "I don't want you ever to
forget me."
Christie suddenly turned and Becky was on her back. "Oh,
don't worry about that. Now I want to be unforgettable
to you." She started with a long, lush kiss, exploring
Becky's mouth so thoroughly Becky knew she had no
secrets there. Slowly, Christie moved away from Becky's
mouth. "You taste of me," Christie said huskily. "It
reminds me of what you did. I'm gonna do that to you,
but different. Just a little different."
Becky wasn't sure what that meant, but she was eager to
find out. She ached and each thought of what Chris was
promising sent sharp, little tickling jolts of sensation
through her belly, and down between her legs. It was all
she could do to keep from touching herself, though the
release that would give her was so good.
It was like flying, she thought, like she was soaring
and there was nothing else in the World but her body.
She knew Chris would give her that, she hoped Cris would
give her more. Using just the barest whisper of a touch,
Christie ran the pads of her fingers along Becky's
collarbone, to her shoulders and back. It nearly
tickled, nearly itched. She did it again, then let that
spot to move to the other side.
Both hands moved, so lightly they almost weren't
touching, over Becky's neck and shoulders, back and
forth, in circles, triangles, other patterns, until
Becky was mad to rub the 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 realised 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 too." 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 be together. 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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