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Lyn and Kate
by GMW (no address provided)

***

Two high school girls are disappointed in the boys 
they have been dating and find that they are better 
company for each other than any boy. (FF-teens, 1st-
lesbian-expr)

***

I looked at Bill Shearer with a weary expression on my 
face. He was talking at length about his latest 
Nintendo victory and I was about bored out of my skull 
with it. I didn't go out on many dates; I thought to 
myself, and it certainly showed up in the quality of 
the date I go on. Before Bill it had been Randall; 
he'd wanted to get in the back seat and neck. 

If that had been all that he wanted, we might have had 
a good time. At least Bill was more or less harmless 
that way. Dull, though. For the millionth time I 
wondered how you met someone who was interesting?

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

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

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

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

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

I couldn't say why, but I kept glancing at Lyn as the 
two of us sat by ourselves, talking, deserted by our 
dates. Lyn was wearing jeans and print blouse, the top 
two buttons of which were undone. Just before the 
lights went out, Lyn leaned down to get some gum out 
of her purse. 

My eyes were drawn to the last undone button and I 
found I could see one of her breasts; small and 
conical, mostly nipple, down the front of her blouse. 
It was strangely thrilling, more so when she 
straightened back up and I saw her expression. She'd 
done it on purpose! She'd wanted me to peek! I felt 
tingly in my middle.

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

At one very dramatic point in the movie I felt Lyn 
reach over and squeeze my hand, just for a second. I 
glanced at her from the corner of my eye and saw she 
was looking at me. I gave a little squeeze back, 
surprising myself. I could see a smile on Lyn's face 
while her hand tarried on mine another second, then 
moved away. 

Later, Lyn was digging in her purse for a Kleenex and 
when she straightened up her fingers brushed my bare 
leg. I found I was more thrilled than if Bill had done 
it; not that he would. I wasn't sure if Lyn was 
interested in me, but I decided that I wanted to find 
out. 

At one juncture during the movie I reached out and put 
my hands on my leg, but such that the back of my hand 
was brushing Lyn's thigh. Lyn's leg seemed to press 
more firmly against mine.

**

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lyn spoke up. "Well, I gotta be going too. Look, I've 
got a car. Maybe I could drop Kate off?" I'd wondered 
about how we were going to handle the logistics of 
changing back. Now I was really surprised; the last 
two times we'd gone out Bill had taken me home and 
we'd necked for a while in the family room; my parents 
were good about not coming down to check up on us. 
Bill was shy and we'd never passed the heavy smooching 
stage, but I've always liked being cuddled. 

When he agreed with Lyn's suggestion, I was upset. 
Poor guy didn't know it, but in my head where there 
was a list of people I wanted to go out with, his name 
got rubbed off the second he agreed. I wanted to go 
with Lyn, which maybe wasn't fair to him, but tough! 
Lyn and I gathered up our stuff silently and went 
outside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Did you like that?" Lyn asked softly.

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

"That sounds nice," I murmured back.

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

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

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

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

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

In fact I was feeling, very, very good. A couple of 
times with guys I'd gotten a little excited; Bobby, my 
boyfriend before Bill, and I had progressed past the 
smooching stage, to touching one another through our 
clothes, and on one memorable night, I'd not worn a 
bra, and he had unbuttoned my blouse and licked as 
well as touched my breasts. I'd always thought that 
Bobby lost interest after finding out how little was 
hidden by my bra. 

After Bobby and I broke up I'd lay alone at night in 
my bed where I found ways to make myself very excited, 
touching myself in all my secret places. I was very 
excited now. I tried kissing Lyn's ear the same way 
she had mine, and I could tell she was excited too, 
although I suppose it shouldn't have been a surprise. 
I found myself looking down the front of her blouse 
again, one breast was mostly visible, including the 
nipple. The desire to reach inside her blouse and 
touch her was nearly overpowering.

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

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

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

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

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

After a few minutes Lyn's lips returned to mine, and I 
found out what my nipples taste like. I was very 
aroused and I moved my hand to slide inside her 
blouse. My fingers glided over her warm skin, feeling 
her soft roundness fill my hand. Lyn's tits looked a 
lot like mine, small, little more than bumps. But my 
nipples were larger, and the tips got thick when they 
were hard, like a fat pencil eraser. 

Holding Lyn's breast in my hand was very arousing; 
emboldened by the feel of her little tit and erect 
nipple beneath my hand, I leaned down and nipped her 
lightly, before using my tongue to assuage any pain I 
might have caused. Lyn gasped, and clutched my head 
tightly to her bosom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Probably everyone's asleep," I whispered, "If I'm 
quiet, likely no one will notice." Lyn's fingers moved 
inside my panties, through my crinkly hairs to places 
no one but myself had ever touched, while her tongue 
paid devotion to one of my breasts. Lyn found my clit, 
and teased it between two fingers in a way that I'd 
never dreamed was possible, with an incredible effect. 

I soared in my pleasure at what was happening. When 
her finger entered me, I experienced an electric 
shock, turning my body rigid with pleasure. Her finger 
began to work in and out rapidly, and I heard myself 
from a distance gasping and sighing with the immense 
sensations I was feeling.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," I said simply.

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

As she left I realized she was still wearing my dress 
and I her jeans. No one was up, so I quickly turned 
off the lights and climbed the stairs to my bedroom. I 
undressed, dispensing with the tight jeans and my very 
damp panties, opting for a t-shirt and nothing else 
and climbed under the covers. I lay there daydreaming 
about what had happened, still too excited to fall 
asleep. 

Without conscious volition I found my fingers were 
caressing my nipples as Lyn had; they were still 
erect. One hand departed from the scenario and went 
between my legs; I was still moist there, something 
that had never happened on a date with a boy and when 
I came it was my best orgasm ever; I was asleep almost 
instantly. It was a night filled with the most 
pleasant of dreams that ever I could remember not 
remembering in the morning.

**

I went inside, my mother was sitting crocheting on the 
sofa. "Have a nice time, dear?" I nodded, too aware of 
the fact that I hadn't gotten my bra back on. She 
didn't look up, and I went straight upstairs and 
closed my door with a sigh. I stripped out of my 
clothes and tossed them in the dirty clothes basket. 
Even my panties; they were still soaked. I went into 
the bathroom and washed my face and sundry personal 
places, staring blankly at myself in the mirror, 
moving by rote.

I didn't look any different, I thought, than I had 
this morning, no big scarlet L blazoned on my 
forehead. I couldn't believe that an hour ago I'd been 
lying in Lyn's arms, kissed and being kissed. My 
fingers stroked one of my nipples. It had felt so good 
with Lyn, so very, very good. I remembered her tongue 
on my clit, her hands running over my bottom, and I 
shivered in pleasure.

Why Lyn? Why me? She'd started calling me Katie, 
tonight. When my parents had called me that when I was 
younger I'd hated it and made them stop. Now the 
tingle grew between my legs and I felt wonderful and 
alive and Katie sounded so good.

I laid down on my bed, rubbing my clit, spreading the 
moisture that was still coming down my legs on it, and 
rubbing harder and faster. I came gaspingly, but 
continued to rub, slower now, just savoring the 
wonderful feeling, hovering just on the edge of 
another orgasm. This morning I'd been a virgin. 

Tonight I was a woman, with a woman's wants and needs. 
I'd been made love to, and only circumstances had 
stopped me from repeating the favor back to Lyn. I 
ached with wanting her, wishing we could be together 
again, so that we could make each other feel what I 
was feeling right then. I hoped Lyn was feeling as 
good as I did, right then. I envisioned her sitting on 
my face, and I brought my fingers close to my nose, 
smelling myself.

Was this what Lyn would be like? I lightly licked my 
finger, thinking I was too strange, but it was 
exciting. Earlier I'd tasted myself when I'd kissed 
Lyn. This was a little different, but so exciting! My 
finger went back to rubbing my clit, my other hand 
working on my breasts and nipples. Oh, Lyn! I thought 
as my last orgasm of the night blazed in my body, I 
want you so much!

When I awoke Sunday morning I laid in bed, still 
thinking and wondering about myself, about Lyn. I was 
careful not to touch myself, or even think much about 
what we'd done last night. I showered quickly, putting 
on a t-shirt and jeans, before going out into the 
light of day. The day was filled with prosaic 
normalcy; chores around the house. Working on 
homework, and around noon, I picked up the phone and 
called Lyn.

"Don't have much time," She said. "How are you?"

"A little sore," I told her, "wonderful." She laughed.

"We're going out shortly, we won't be back until 
tonight. Katie, what lunch period do you have?"

"First."

"Drat, I have second. No wonder I don't see you at 
school." That and she was a sophomore and I was a 
freshman. It was odd how much segregation took place 
by class at school. I'd not thought about it before, 
but it was true. Except the boys, of course, wanting 
to date younger girls. "How about after?"

After? "I walk home. I usually study until six or so 
when my parents come home."

"Want a ride?" I could see her face in my mind, see 
the merry twinkle in her eye.

"That would be nice. It's about a mile; a nuisance."

"Maybe we'd have a little time and you could show me 
your room?"

I laughed. "Sure. Nothing much there except a closet 
and a dresser. And a bed, of course."

"Sounds good to me. Look, I have to go. My locker is 
next to the computer lab. Meet me there, okay?" I 
agreed and hung up. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, Lyn and I 
would be together again. I almost floated away, but a 
reminder that it was my turn to vacuum the living room 
brought me back down fast enough.

**

That night I resisted the impulse to seek personal 
gratification and limited myself to daydreaming about 
coming home with Lyn the next day. I fell asleep 
without trouble and slept solidly, I dreamed but 
couldn't remember in the morning even so much as 
whether they had been good or bad.

Clothes were the first decision of most days; today 
more so than most. There was just no way I could dress 
as sexy as I wanted to look for Lyn. Mom wouldn't let 
me out the door, and the school would send me home 
long before the last bell. I pursed my lips. What to 
do?

Nothing. There wasn't much I could do. So, fall back 
on the second line. Lyn and I were going to come back 
here after school and make love. I was going to make 
love to her, anyway, but I knew she and I would both 
be undressed before we finished. So, if not sexy 
clothes, then sexy underwear. Except; I'd never had 
any reason to acquire any. Besides, what did Lyn think 
was sexy?

I'd settle for wearing my one black bra, a light one 
I'd worn the one time I'd worn an evening dress; 
rented for a reception my parents and I had been 
invited to for the marriage of a cousin. But the only 
black pair of panties I owned were old and ratty and 
not much good. I looked through my drawer, digging 
down to the bottom. There I found something I'd 
forgotten I'd had. One of the very first bras mom had 
bought me, before I put my foot down and insisted on 
doing my own buying.

Still, it was just what I wanted. I didn't have 
anything to support or push up, so this would work 
just fine. Thin nylon cups, dainty lace around the 
edges. No spandex, no elastic. I put it on; in spite 
of a year of growth, it still fit. I dug down and 
found the matching pair of panties, and pulled them 
on. They didn't fit. I giggled, looking at myself in 
the mirror. They might not fit, but from the attention 
Lyn had paid to my bottom the other night, she wasn't 
going to complain about what was sticking out.

For a dress I found a brown one, floor length. A few 
years before we had been on vacation and mom and dad 
had took me to Berkeley, where they had gone to 
college. The campus looked no different than the 
campus where dad taught, I didn't see anything special 
about it.

I can't remember the name of the main street leading 
to it, but we'd walked along it, my parents 
reminiscing about the 'good old days.' I thought that 
a lot of weird people lived along the street; a lot of 
the stores were little more than head shops. We'd gone 
into a store, and I'd seen a beautiful dress, one with 
some exotic print patterns on a crinkly fabric that 
I'd never seen before. It was love at first sight and 
mom had got it for me, a strange look on her face. 
Evidently she'd liked something very much like it, 
long ago.

I normally braided my hair, today I just brushed it a 
few times, and left it down. I felt horribly 
conspicuous, but no one said a thing or appeared to 
notice.

Donnie sought me out at lunch, trying to apologize for 
the weekend. I shook my head; he'd made a scene, and I 
turned my back on him and walked away. I think I'd 
have done the same thing, Lyn or not. Before when I'd 
broken up with someone, I'd felt bad about it for a 
few days. Again, I don't think it had anything to do 
with Lyn; this time I wasn't sorry at all. He'd been a 
jerk, wrapped up in his own world. I could do better; 
and had.

The last bell rang and I picked up my books in 
English, feeling more nervous than even Saturday when 
I was walking towards Lyn at the mall. I found her at 
her locker and she smiled, shyly. Lyn was wearing 
jeans and a print blouse; no different than half the 
other girls in school.

She grinned. "You keep wearing dresses." She shook her 
head. "I don't even own one!" I was startled, I 
thought all girls owned dresses.

She saw my expression and laughed. "We're different, 
you and I. It's nice.

Which reminds me, too. I need to give you that skirt 
back; I have it in my car. If my mom ever saw it, 
she'd know something was up."

I blushed and Lyn giggled. "Come on, I'll give you a 
ride." We walked down the hall, a trickle of kids 
still left.

We got in her car; it was hot and we had to roll the 
windows down. "Home?" She asked.

I was nonplussed; wasn't that what we'd planned?

Lyn giggled. "You need to loosen up Katie; relax. Life 
is good." The way she said last three words reminded 
me of a commercial playing lately; I didn't think it 
was coincidence. She started the car, and carefully 
backed out of the parking space, and started towards 
the exit. "No mist on the windows tonight." I blushed 
again, and again, Lyn laughed.

"Katie." She said, as we stopped at a stop sign and 
she looked at me. "You're not having regrets are you?" 
I shook my head. "Why are you so embarrassed, so 
uptight?"

I waved at school. "Them... Me... I don't know." I 
reached for Lyn's hand. "I still feel like I did the 
other night about you. That hasn't changed." We 
started up again, and we rode in silence.

"I've been thinking about you too, practically non-
stop." Lyn told me. "I'm scared that you will think 
this is stupid or crazy and pull back."

"Lyn, this is stupid and crazy. But pulling back isn't 
what I want to do right now."

"Come sit next to me."

I looked at her and looked around us, at the other 
cars and the other people on the road. I took a deep 
breath and inched a little closer. We stopped at a 
light and she touched my knee. "I wasn't sure you 
would."

"I wasn't sure either, Lyn," I said quietly. "I want 
to take you up to my room, take off your clothes and 
kiss you and love you like you did for me the other 
night. I know I want that. I just don't know about 
letting other people know how I feel about you."

"Last night my mom told me that she thought you were 
very nice."

"She should have come home a few minutes earlier." I 
said without thinking.

"Mom said that I had done a lot worse than you in the 
past."

I stopped and thought about that. Then blushed again. 
Would I ever learn not to do that?

"When I was younger, Mom told me that I was pretty 
grown up for my age. She trusted me. She said that she 
knew teenagers always ignored adults when it came to 
advice on how to live their lives, she'd done it 
herself. So, she said, she wasn't going to do much 
more than to offer a few pointers. Don't go out with 
people you don't like. Don't hate yourself the next 
day. Remember that she and my dad love me, and would 
like to think they didn't raise a stupid moron for a 
daughter."

We pulled up in front of my house. Lyn reached out and 
touched my hand. "Look Katie, I'm a little scared too. 
I know how bad the other kids are when you're a little 
different. But I don't like to sneak, either. I don't 
know how I could go with you to a movie, or walk in 
the park and not want to touch you, hold your hand. 
Kiss, maybe."

Lyn sighed. "But we can't, I know that. I just don't 
like it and wish it was different."

"Me too." I took a deep breath. "Come on, I'll show 
you my room." She grinned at me and we walked into the 
house.

I took Lyn's hand and led her up the stairs and down 
the hall to my room. Inside I set my books ad purse 
down on my desk and turned to her. I walked the two 
steps to her and we smiled at each other, before 
breaking into giggles. "We look so serious." I 
murmured.

"You look serious," Lyn replied. "I'm just horny."

I leaned close and kissed her and Lyn kissed back. Our 
arms went around each other and we hugged each other, 
and I pulled her tight against me as my tongue slid 
into her mouth. "I'm horny too," I whispered, and I 
saw her smile, but mainly we kissed.

Our tongues lunged and caressed, she ran hers over my 
teeth, new and electric. I ran my hands down her back, 
and over her bottom; something I remembered from the 
other night that I had really liked. Her bottom was 
firm and round, and even through the jeans it gave me 
a special tingle, and I pressed harder against her.

Lyn looked at me with a dreamy look in my eyes. "If 
any boy ever kisses me like this, I'm not going to be 
able to say no."

Without thinking I said what was on my mind. "No boy 
could," and I ran my hand over her breasts, down to 
the front of her jeans. "No one could want you more 
than I want you."

"Oh, Katie," Lyn sighed, "kiss me some more. Touch me, 
touch me!" I did both, one hand running over her 
breasts, trying to tease her nipples through the 
fabric of her blouse and bra, the other undoing the 
snap of her jeans, and diving under her panties, 
stroking the hairs between her legs.

"I want to kiss you," I told her, my fingers working 
the zipper of her jeans, then sliding them and her 
panties down. "I want to kiss you here so very much."

My finger found her clit, and stroked it, and my whole 
body was aching with wanting her. Lyn in turn was 
working my dress up around my hips, then over my head. 
"Dearest Kate, we can do it together." She whispered. 
I undid the buttons of her blouse, as she disposed 
with my panties. She drew me down on my bed, both of 
us now nude. 

We kissed for a minute, and I wanted to rub myself 
against her, but she was firm, pushing me around. 
Belatedly I understood her goal and moved myself, 
eagerly, so that my lips were between her legs, and 
hers mine. Lyn began to kiss and lick my inner thighs; 
sending delicious thrills and chills through my body. 
I was intent on doing for her, what she had done for 
me on Saturday.

My tongue found her clit, very different from mine, 
elongated, red and stiff, sticking way out. Mine was 
small and pink, round and hard. Lyn gasped as I took 
hers into my mouth, running my tongue around it. For 
several seconds all I could hear was the sound of my 
tongue and her small gasps of pleasure and arousal. 
Then she started her tongue licking inside me, probing 
as deep as it could reach.

I nibbled slightly on her clit, and she ran her hands 
over my bottom, sticking high in the air, and I 
shivered with pleasure. In turn I did the same to her, 
constrained because she was lying on her back. I used 
my tongue to lick between her legs, running it over 
her inner thighs, caressing my love. 

Lyn let out a groan, and I dipped my tongue for the 
first time inside her, tasting the odd, strange musk 
of her sex. Lyn gasped, and her tongue stopped moving 
against me; but I didn't mind. Instead I began to see 
how deep I could plunge myself into her, how many of 
her driblets of fluid I could hunt down and lick 
clean.

It wasn't anything you could ever do properly; two 
such different goals. Lyn let out a small shriek, then 
another, a deeper, guttural sound of the utmost 
pleasure one person could give to another. Her tongue 
roused into life for a second or two, and I felt a 
deep thrill, then Lyn sagged back limply. "Darling 
Katie." Her voice stopped, and I felt her hands press 
on me. "I want to kiss you."

I moved back to where we had started, and she hugged 
me, and our lips met again. What was it like for her, 
tasting herself, as I had tasted myself the other 
night? It must have been good, because her tongue and 
mine dueled for a long time. "Mmm," she murmured, 
looking up at me. "You are divine. So wonderfully 
beautiful." Her hands stroked down my body, touching 
my breasts.

I ran mine over hers, startled as her nipples grew 
stiff, and much larger. "Oh yes, dear Katie, kiss me, 
kiss me!" I leaned down and did as bid, and for some 
time did nothing else. Lyn let out another soft cry, 
and I saw she was crying.

"Sweetheart?" I asked, still not sure how I wanted to 
talk to her.

"Oh Katie, this is so wonderful. I wish we could spend 
a week in bed together. I hate to stop."

I saw her eyes were on the wall clock, I turned around 
and was shocked; we'd been making love for almost an 
hour and a half! It seemed only like seconds! "Mom!" I 
stuttered, "She'll be home any time!"

Lyn pressed her hands on my bottom, pushing me down 
like I'd enjoyed the other night. For a minute I felt 
my wetness mix with hers; I came, abruptly and felt 
like I couldn't move at all.

"Dearest Katie," Lyn whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too." I stood up, my knees wobbly. "But, 
Mom..." My fears were overcoming my desire. Lyn 
nodded, and stood too. We watched each other dress, 
silly grins on our faces, and when we were done Lyn 
pulled me to her and kissed me, but stopped after a 
second.

"We should wash our faces," she giggled. "I smell like 
you, and you smell like me. Someone's bound to 
notice." We did so and ten minutes later when my 
mother came home, we were sitting quietly in the 
kitchen, books open.

"You must be Lyn," Mom said. "Kate is really bad with 
introductions."

"Hi!" Lyn said, "We're working on our geometry. Kate 
and I have the same teacher, and he's so hard..."

Mom laughed. "So I've heard from Kate, since the 
second day of the year."

I reached deep inside myself, looked my mother in the 
eye, trying not to show anything of what I felt. "Mom, 
we have a big test in geometry Monday. Could Lyn come 
stay over for part of the weekend so we can study 
together?"

"Your dad and I were going fishing," she said. "You 
know that." She stopped, then laughed. "What am I 
talking about? We were going to leave you home on your 
own! Sure, Lyn can come over; stay as long as you like 
Lyn." She grinned. "It's good to see you making 
friends, Kate." She started to turn away, "I've got to 
get out of these clothes and get a start on dinner. 
Nice meeting you, Lyn."

When she was gone I said in a low voice. "Sorry, I 
just assumed. Can you come over, this weekend?" I 
smiled, "They're leaving Friday evening, won't be back 
until Sunday afternoon."

Lyn's eye gleamed. "I have to ask. Mom will say yes. 
Dad doesn't give a rip. I have to have it quiet when I 
study; he says it messes up his football games." Lyn 
reached out and touched my arm. "After school, 
Friday?"

My eyes lit up. "Oh, yes!"

"Two days together," Lyn added. "We can practice all 
sorts of things!"

I looked at her without expression, "Again and again 
and again." We dissolved into giggles, looking forward 
to the weekend.

**

That night I lay in bed, wrapped in the darkness, 
remembering my time with Lyn, savoring the feelings 
we'd shared. I could not help rubbing myself, one hand 
lightly stroking my breasts, the other between my 
legs. It wasn't much of a battle; as much as I enjoyed 
touching my breasts, between my legs made me shiver 
and nearly come.

Two, three times, I tip-toed almost to the edge of 
orgasm, each time holding back the last little bit. I 
concentrated on my clit, rubbing it hard and fast, 
gasping with pleasure. I was so deliciously close to 
coming, but each time I got close, I'd slow down; it 
was just so good, I wanted to enjoy it over and over.

I heard a small noise and looked up; instant horror! 
Mom was standing in the door to my room, watching! I 
was so close to coming right then! I felt angry at 
being interrupted, scared at being caught. She walked 
over and sat down on the bed next to me. "Kate," she 
said and stopped, looking down at me.

"I'm sorry," I stammered.

She shook her head. "Don't be silly, Kate." She said 
softly, "we all do it."

I was so surprised, I couldn't think of anything to 
say. "The other night when you came back from the 
mall," she continued, "I could hear you too. And today 
you were with your friend again. Kate, are you and 
she?" Her voice trailed away.

Startled, I gasped, "Mom!" not daring to answer.

"That's why you want her to sleep over, isn't it?"

I wanted to die, crawl under the bed. Hide. She leaned 
down and kissed me on the forehead. "I don't think we 
should tell your father, but I understand, Kate."

I couldn't believe it! She sighed. "When I was even 
younger than you, I had a friend too. Sometimes we 
kissed each other, once we touched each other's 
breasts. It was nice. Except in those days, well, it 
just wasn't something we could do. And then I 
discovered boys." She shook her head, looking wistful.

"You're really not angry?" I asked, too stunned to 
really believe it.

She shook her head. "A little jealous, maybe." She 
said softly. "I wish..." She stopped and looked down 
at me. "It was so long ago."

In my mind I pictured her kissing someone who looked a 
lot like Lyn, and I felt all tingly again. Mom's eyes 
rested on my breasts and I realized my nipples were 
hard. "You're thinking about her, aren't you?" her 
voice was almost a whisper. I nodded.

She kept staring at me. "I always dreamed about what 
it would be like. For so long I've wished..." She 
shook her head like someone who's run into unexpected 
cobwebs, then took a deep breath. "I should go. Leave 
you in peace."

I reached out and touched her hand. "Thank you for 
understanding." As I did I felt further embarrassment; 
it was the hand from between my legs, and my fingers 
were damp with my own moisture.

A smile quirked the corners of her mouth. "You looked 
so happy, just now. You and your friend share 
something that some of us only dream about. Something 
special."

Mom stood up to go and I let her hand go. "Sleep good, 
Kate."

I half sighed, half laughed to myself as she turned 
and left. "Not for a while," I told myself. My finger 
went back between my legs, stroking my clit, I was 
very wet. I rubbed my nipples with my other hand, and 
in a second was floating on a cloud of bliss, then I 
came.

When I woke up the next morning I felt more rested 
than I could remember having felt in years. I looked 
at the clock; it was a little after six! I'd never 
gotten up this early before! I did though, took a 
shower, dressed in black Levis and a cord shirt and 
was sitting eating breakfast when Mom came in. "Good 
morning, dear." She said, and leaned down and kissed 
me on the forehead. I smiled at her, still unsure 
about last night. "Sleep good?"

"Better than ever before." I told her.

"Me too." Mom actually giggled, before bustling around 
the kitchen making breakfast for herself and dad, and 
getting her own lunch ready to take with her to work. 
I could hear dad coming down stairs and she smiled at 
me for a second, as if sharing some secret, then went 
and poured a cup of coffee for my father, who showed 
up in a rush, as usual.

At school I looked forward so much to meeting Lyn 
after school, there was so much I wanted to talk 
about. Daydreaming about her got me through most of 
the morning, up until PE, which I had just before 
lunch.

PE is not my favorite class; I try hard not to think 
about it much. That day we were told to dress out and 
once we had all donned shorts and t-shirts we had to 
do a bunch of exercises, followed by a few laps around 
the basketball courts. Then for the rest of the period 
we sat and listened to the PE teacher say, "This is a 
basketball. That's a hoop. You try to get the ball 
through the hoop. This is called dribbling," And so 
forth. Ugh. Like we hadn't been playing since fourth 
grade, when none of us could even throw the ball high 
enough to get it in.

The thought brought a mental grin. I'd gotten quite 
expert in the last few days about putting things 
through little round holes. I felt my nipples harden, 
and it took all of myself control not to blush. I 
snapped back to the class as the coach told us to 
shower.

I hadn't thought about it before; even dressing out 
had been mechanical. Open my locker, hang up my blouse 
and jeans and pull on my t-shirt and shorts. Not 
enough time to pay attention to anyone else. But the 
showers? What was going to happen when I was alone in 
a room with fifty other girls, all rubbing their naked 
bodies?

Standing in the locker room, I grew very nervous. How 
was I going to react? If I was a lesbian, were my 
nipples going to get hard like when I was thinking 
about Lyn? Would I get wet between my legs? I almost 
turned around and headed out, without the shower.

The girl at the next locker pushed past me and I took 
a deep breath before glancing quickly at her. I'd seen 
Judy undressed a hundred times since we'd started 
taking showers in seventh grade. She was a little 
heavy and her breasts were large, with giant nipples. 
Looking at her I felt nothing...nothing at all.

By the time I was dressed again and on my way to my 
next class I was feeling much more confident. Sure, 
some of the girls I thought were pretty, some sexy. 
Most weren't anything like that. Fat and skinny. Short 
and tall. None of them meant what Lyn meant to me.

At lunch Lyn came running up to where I was waiting in 
line to buy a sandwich. "Just got a second, Katie." 
She grinned at me. "Mom told me I have to go grocery 
shopping this afternoon, after school. Price of the 
car keys." I nodded, trying not to feel too 
disappointed. "I'll call you, okay?" And was off at a 
run.

I ground my teeth. I'd been frustrated last night, and 
had looked forward to today with eager anticipation. I 
thought I was coming to grips with everything and I'd 
really wanted to talk to Lyn about it. I just couldn't 
do it on the phone. I wanted to talk to her, face to 
face. Privately, maybe hugging her and kissing her 
while we talked. Tomorrow, I guessed. I would have to 
settle for tomorrow.

By the time I got home, I was sort of glad Lyn wasn't 
coming over. It seemed like all my afternoon teachers 
knew she wasn't coming over and so had piled on 
homework. Geometry, Biology, English. I sat down at my 
desk in my room and plowed through it, getting up 
finally in time to come down for dinner.

Afterwards, I read and when Lyn called, we talked in 
general terms about school, particularly the geometry 
class, where we had the same teacher, just different 
periods. And about the weekend; both of us were 
excited about spending so much time together, it was 
hard to think about it.

I only touched myself lightly, once I was in bed, 
before falling asleep. I was, I thought, very horny, 
and wanted to be ready for Lyn. Save it up, I thought.

**

Wednesday morning I decided to wear a denim skirt, 
with a zipper up the front, and a denim blouse, with 
snaps. After school I met Lyn at her locker, and we 
talked for a few minutes, before walking out to the 
parking lot to her car. It took all my will power not 
to hold her hand, but a couple of times I brushed her 
fingers with mine, and she did the same back.

In the parking lot we were almost at her car when we 
both could hear a girl's voice say quietly, "Please, 
no! Stop! Please, stop!" And a second later, "Don't! 
Please don't! I want to go! Let me go, please!" The 
voice was urgent, but very soft.

We traded glances, surprised. Lyn walked over to a car 
with no one visible in the seats and opened the door. 
"I think she means for you to stop."

A senior was laying on top of a girl I knew from my 
English class, literally tearing at her clothes. "Fuck 
off! Mind your own business and close the fucking 
door!"

"If she's too polite to scream, I'm not," Lyn said. 
"Let her go." He glared at Lyn, but it was an awkward 
position to be in for him. I saw Lyn start to draw a 
breath, and I'm sure he saw it too.

"Fucking cunt! Who needs you!" He screamed, and 
roughly dragged the girl up, pushing her out of the 
car, to sprawl on the ground. "Go play with yourself! 
Next time, don't tease!" He started the engine and 
pulled out abruptly, nearly hitting us, then roared 
out of the parking lot, fishtailing and screeching 
tires. I saw old Mr. Ferguson simply stare at the car 
for a second, then write down the license number.

A second later he was standing next to us, looking at 
the girl, Rachael Sanchez, her name was, as Lyn and I 
helped her to stand up. Her blouse was ripped, both 
her breasts visible, her bra hanging loosely. "Are you 
okay, Miss Sanchez?" 

Of all of the teachers at school, everyone adored Mr. 
Ferguson. He was kind and sweet and spent all kinds of 
time helping people pass his physics class. If you had 
to take physics it meant you were going to a big 
league college, studying science. It was important, 
but it was hard for most kids. I wasn't looking 
forward to it, but I looked forward to having him for 
a teacher.

"I'm okay," Rachael said, more or less getting her 
clothes so that they covered her.

"Mister Dresser has been skating on thin ice for some 
time. If you wish to file a complaint, I can assure 
you he will be arrested, and none too soon."

"I just fell," she said in her soft voice, without 
looking at him or us.

"As you say. You have, oh a day or so, to complain. 
After that, well, the school and the authorities start 
to wonder why you waited." He looked at Lyn and I. 
"Miss Swain, I believe it is?" 

Lyn nodded, and he looked at me. 

"Miss Hanson. You have a car, I believe, Miss Swain? 
I'd appreciate it if you could help Miss Sanchez home, 
she rides the bus normally." 

Mr. Ferguson was legendary; he knew everyone's names, 
even the freshman and everything about you. 

Lyn said we'd be glad to give her a ride, Rachael 
merely nodded mutely. We got into Lyn's car, I let 
Rachael ride shotgun. "Where to, Rachael?" I asked, 
trying to be friendly. I could see she was on the 
verge of tears.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," she said, then 
the tears did come. "My dad's home now, he works 
nights. And if he sees me, he's going to go crazy. 
He's wild about keeping me 'safe,'"

Lyn laughed. "Mine's like that too. Look, we were 
going over to Kate's, I was returning a skirt she 
loaned me the other day, and we were going to study." 
I felt a pang. Studying hadn't been on the agenda. 
Another day lost... "But Kate wouldn't mind loaning 
you a blouse, will you Kate?"

"No problem," I said.

"I don't like to ask favors..."

"This isn't much of one," I said, "Since I met Lyn, 
I'm getting good at loaning clothes." Lyn giggled and 
even Rachael looked less serious. We drove in silence 
to my house, all of us locked in our own private 
thoughts. I led the other two up to my room, and 
pulled a plain white blouse out of my closet to match 
the one Rachael had been wearing.

"I'll give it back tomorrow, I promise," she said, 
almost in tears again. "Thank you."

"You're a sister," Lyn said abruptly. "If we don't 
help each other, who else will?"

"Thank you. Thank both of you." She shook her head, 
and the repairs to her blouse came undone. I thought 
the soft round breasts under her lacey bra were 
pretty. "He offered me a ride home, I'd been late; I'd 
missed an assignment and had to get it from the 
teacher after school. Only the teacher wasn't there... 
and William offered me a ride home.

"When we got in the car, I thanked him, and he said if 
I really wanted to thank him, I'd let him kiss me." 
She looked at us sadly. "I was flattered. He's a 
senior, really popular. I didn't think it would hurt. 
But he didn't want to stop... and he wanted other 
things, too."

"It's not your fault," I said firmly, Lyn echoing my 
words. "Some guys are just like that." I gestured to 
my bathroom. "Why don't you go and change blouses."

She nodded, and went silently into the bathroom and 
swung the door closed. I sat down on the bed next to 
Lyn. "I've missed you so much," I whispered. Lyn put 
her arm around my back, moving her hand up and down 
over my blouse.

"Me too." And Lyn kissed me, and I kissed her back. We 
grinned at each other. "Like trains passing in the 
night," Lyn added, "so many sidetracks."

"Yeah." Somehow Lyn managed to pop my bra hook through 
the denim material of my blouse.

I looked at her and she grinned. "I want you so much," 
she whispered. We kissed again, and I put my hand on 
her breast, and tried to push her bra out of the way 
so I could touch her nipple, but met with only limited 
success. Lyn moaned, and pushed her tongue into my 
mouth, and I dueled with it.

A startled "Oh!" interrupted us. I blushed beet red, 
as I saw Rachael standing in the door to the bathroom, 
nude to the waist, holding her bra in her hand.

Lyn broke out in a giggle, as she moved her hand out 
of my blouse. "We're never going to be able to hide," 
she said looking at me.

I nodded. "Would you believe that door used to squeak 
horribly, drove me nuts. I spent two hours a year ago 
oiling the hinges, working with a little file to stop 
it." Anything to keep myself from wondering what 
Rachael must be thinking.

"You do good work," Lyn said dryly, and laughed again.

"I-I..." Rachael stammered, "The hook's broken. I 
wanted to borrow a safety pin." She waved the damaged 
bra. It was pretty, and I half wished I could see her 
wearing it.

I got up off the bed went to my desk and rummaged 
through the center drawer and walked over to her and 
handed one to her. My heart was hammering, trying to 
ignore her bare breasts. They were very different from 
mine and Lyn's. We were both small, my breasts hardly 
more than bumps, Lyn's were fat cones, mainly nipple. 
Rachael was small too, but her breasts were pert 
apples, sitting high on her chest, with small, very 
dark nipples.

Why was it I wasn't affected like this in the shower 
with a hundred bare sets of tits around me? Was it 
hormones? As soon as I get excited, I want anything in 
sight? With a mental snort, I wondered if I should 
have been a boy; that's what they seemed to be like, 
except they didn't need a jump start. "Here," I said, 
handing her the small piece of metal. She fumbled with 
it, and for a brief second our fingers touched.

Our eyes met for a second and Rachael's eyes widened 
just a bit. "I'm sorry about..."

I shook my head. "We were the ones getting carried 
away."

Rachael smiled a bit more. "I came home once and saw 
my older sister with her boyfriend, kissing like that. 
I was told to go to my own room and mind my own 
business." She giggled, "I did, but it didn't stop me 
from wanting to peek."

"Did you?" Lyn asked as I sat down next to her, 
"peek?" Lyn took my hand and clasped it.

Rachael shook her head. "I have two older sisters, one 
who just joined the army. Three younger brothers. If 
you spy on someone, they'd spy back. The only way to 
have any privacy is to mind your own business. And 
keep your mouth shut about anything you see 
accidently."

"You're not going to tell anyone about us?" Lyn 
pressed.

"Are you going to tell anyone about William?" She shot 
back, and we shook our heads. "It would be mean of me. 
And I'm not mean. And besides, if I talked about every 
couple who made out at school, I'd be hoarse for a 
week."

All of us laughed, and Rachael went back into the 
bathroom, shutting the door tightly this time. I 
looked at Lyn out of the corner of my eye. "I'm not 
much of a sneak, am I?"

"No better than me, Katie." She squeezed my fingers. 
"We need to think more carefully about how we behave 
in front of other people."

"My mom knows about us," I said quietly. "I'm not sure 
how, but she knows. She's not angry or anything, 
though. It's okay with her."

"Mine too. But one of these times we're going to get 
caught by someone who does care. Or who will talk."

We sat holding hands tightly, lost in our own 
thoughts, until Rachael made a big production of 
opening the door. "Thanks," she said, and started to 
say something else when the phone on my desk rang.

I jumped up and picked it up; the voice on the other 
end said, "This is Jenny Swain, is that you Kate? Is 
Marilyn there, maybe?" I kept saying yes, and handed 
the phone to Lyn, who had a big question mark on her 
face.

She spoke a few words, and ended, "Sure, no problem," 
and hung up. She turned to us, "Mom's car broke down 
downtown. She's called a tow truck, but wants me to 
come and pick her up." She gestured at Rachael, "Are 
you ready? I can drop you off."

"That's okay. I don't live far from here, I can walk. 
It'll only take a few minutes. Who wants to be stuck 
downtown?" Downtown wasn't the nicest place to be, 
that was for sure.

Lyn nodded, and we all trooped down to see her off. 
Rachael thanked her one more time, and then was off. 
"I should go too," Rachael said.

"I have a pile of homework," I added. Yet I could hear 
the 'but' word in what both of us said. "Would you 
like a drink or something, before you go?" It was a 
warm afternoon, after all.

She nodded, and I led the way back inside, and when I 
gave her the beverage list, she said water would be 
fine. I poured her a glass of the bottled stuff we 
kept in the fridge, and we sat down at the living room 
table.

After a moment of silence Rachael looked at her glass. 
"Lyn said earlier we were sisters." 

I nodded, "girls and sisters." 

She looked at me. "It was different today, with you 
and Lyn. I don't know how to describe it. I don't have 
many friends. More like, none, actually. We moved here 
from Texas a year ago. We move a lot."

"We did when I was little, but after second grade, my 
father said he was sick of it, and they only way 
they'd pry him from this house was with dynamite," I 
told her.

She nodded, "Talking to you and Lyn, it was like you 
were my sisters. In my family, no one is supposed to 
see you undressed, unless you're ready to go outside; 
it's hard to do with eight people in your family, 
except for my sisters..."

She was silent again for a minute. "I didn't mind you 
and Lyn seeing me like that... even when I saw the way 
you were looking at me."

"Lately I've come to think I have a one track mind," I 
said, trying to sound lighter than I felt.

"Could we be friends?" Rachael said suddenly. "Not 
like you and Lyn, but friends?"

I nodded, unsure again what was happening to me. I 
wanted to be her friend, not only was she pretty, but 
she was just plain nice. "I want to be friends with 
Lyn, too." Rachael added then said so plaintively, 
"I've been so lonely here." She bit her lip. "I was 
flattered when William offered me a ride, I really 
wanted to make friends. Even when he wanted to kiss 
me. He wanted to go too fast."

"He was a jerk. Worse than a jerk," I said heatedly. 
"Nothing like that has ever happened to me, I don't 
know what I'd do." I wasn't making much sense, I knew. 
"Fight," I said. Then added, more softly, "I'm glad we 
were there to help."

Rachael bobbed her head. "Me too." 

We smiled at each other. "I really should go now. 
Thank you, Kate."

"You keep thanking me. I didn't do anything for you I 
wouldn't want you to do for me. I do want to be your 
friend." I touched her hand. "Very much." 

Rachael smiled shyly, and turned and I watched her 
walk away.

Life, was, I thought, getting very confusing. 

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