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From: Jonathan Dzoba <jondz@ix.netcom.com>
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Subject: <*> Gwen & Wendy - Amateur Astronomers - teen ff Part 1
Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 21:26:00 -0600
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   "You mean that's it?  Twenty miles back?" Gwen said, a little shocked.

   "Yup.  That's it.  That's the last you'll see of civilization," I told
her.

   "This really is like Mars," she said.  I laughed.  "It's ok.  There's no
phone, but there is the truck.  And it's summer, so we won't get snowed in
or anything.  Besides, we can always walk," I said.

   "Long walk.  But nothing's gonna go wrong with your dad's truck, isit?"
she asked hopefully.

   "I doubt it.  It's only a year old.  And dad had it checked before we
left."

   "That's good," Gwen sighed.  "So what's the cabin like?  Real little?"

   "Uh huh.  One room.  One bed.  Mom and dad bought it before we were
born. They've been trying to sell it and get a bigger one somewhere else,"
I said.

   "Any luck?" Gwen asked.

   "Not yet.  Not many people want one this small, I guess."

   "Are there any other cabins nearby?" Gwen wanted to know.

   "Huh uh.  Well, there is one on the other side of the lake, but it's
pretty far away.  You'd have to walk ten miles to get to it, and it doesn't
have a phone either, I don't think," I replied.

   "Sure hope we've got enough of everything for two weeks," Gwen said.

   "I think so.  We packed enough, plus mom packed more junk that I
wouldn't have even thought about: extra batteries and stuff.  Good thing
she thought of all that," I said.

   "Really.  Your folks are really great to let us use the place, too."

   "That's what it's there for," I said, echoing my dad's sentiments.

   "Wendy?  Where's the can opener?"

   "In the box somewhere," I replied, shouting across the cabin.

   "Which one?" she asked.

   "I don't know.  Try the..."

   "Nevermind.  I found it," she shouted before I finished.

   I came out ten minutes later after drying my hair as best I could with
just a towel.  That was all I had wrapped around me when I went out to
check on supper.

   "How's it going, chef?" I said.

   "Not bad, but I don't know the first thing about starting THAT up," Gwen
said, pointing to the gas grill.

   "Oh I know how to do that," I said, and started fiddling with the tank.

   "Jeez.  Why don't you get dressed first or something," she scolded.

   "Doesn't matter.  Nobody here but you and me," I returned.

   "Oh.  Yeah.  I forgot," she murmered.

   It only took a few minutes before we had the grill going and a couple of
hot dogs roasting away.  We sat on the back porch and talked.  We talked
about school.  Where we were going to college.  We were definitely going to
the same college.  But which one we weren't sure.  Any place that had a
good astronomy school.  Cal Tech was the best as far as we were concerned.
It was close enough and our folks could afford anything.  Gwen and I had
been friends forever.  Or since junior high, at least.  We met in astronomy
club and that became the basis of our friendship.  Over the years we had
done a lot of stuff together.  Field trips and so on.  Mostly with our
school clubs, though.  This was the first time we had been away alone
together.  The cabin was in the mountains two hundred miles north of the
city.  LA.  We both had our scopes with us.

   I went back inside and got dressed.  Gwen had stuff ready when I came
back out a few minutes later.  We ate dinner and then went back inside and
unpacked the rest of our stuff.  Gwen took a shower while I went back out
and set up the telescopes.  It was only seven when she came back out and
not quite dark yet.

   "Can't see much yet," I said.  "Still too light."

   Gwen walked up to her scope and adjusted it.  She pointed it up and took
a quick look.  Nothing.  I could tell by the expression on her face.  She
swung it back down and sat on the swing.

   "We should get some chairs out here.  Something sturdier to sit on," she
told me.

   "Mmm," I agreed.  I went inside to look for some.  I found two old
wooden folding chairs in the closet and a couple of cushions that looked
like they'd been through World War II.

   "Have to do, I'm afraid," I said apologetically.  "Can't think of
everything," I sighed.

   "We'll know better next time.  Bring something to sit on.  How dumb can
we get," she stated.

   "Between you and me, pretty dumb," I chided.

   Gwen laughed.  "But smart enough to get into Cal Tech."

   "True," I said.  "But that's a different kind of smart."

   "Do you really think so?" Gwen asked seriously.

   "Yup.  My dad says so all the time.  Common sense.  Takes years to
learn."

   "I don't know," Gwen said, unconvinced.

   "Look at my mom.  Look at all the stuff she remembered to pack and we
didn't," I said.

   "But that's experience, not just common sense," Gwen said.

   "Hard to tell the difference," I said.

   "I suppose," said Gwen, conceding the point.

   We talked more for a while, mostly about what we knew we'd see in the
skies, and then fell silent.  We fiddled with our scopes.  I was
concentrating on the sky.  Gwen was looking at the shoreline on the other
side of the lake.

   "Who are these guys?" she asked, breaking the long silence.

   "What?" I said, not quite catching her question.

   "Who's this?" she said, pointing with her finger across the lake while
keeping her eye to the scope.

   I moved my scope down and tried to find where she was looking.  It took
a minute.

   "I see 'em," I said.  I looked carefully at the couple walking along the
edge of the lake.  "I don't know.  Don't recognize them," I said, not
interested.

   "Do a lot of people just walk up here?" Gwen asked.

   "How should I know?" I said.

   "Well I thought maybe they lived in the other cabin and you'd know them
or something," she said.

   "Not really.  Dad said the old guy who used to own it died two years ago
and it was up for sale too."

   "Oh," Gwen replied.

   I turned my scope back up to the sky.  Stars were starting to appear.  I
was starting to get into it when Gwen interrupted again.

   "Check this out.  I don't believe it," she said quietly.

   "What?  What's going on?" I asked taking my eye from the scope.

   She knew it would take me time to get my scope lined up to see, so she
moved away from her's.

   "Here.  Look for yourself," she told me.

   I leaned over to her scope and peeked in.  It took a second for my eyes
to adjust to the dark view the scope afforded.  Slowly I began to discern
figures moving, but I couldn't make out what was happening.

   "What's going on?" I asked, not moving from the lens.

   "They're in the water," Gwen said.

   "So?" I replied.

   "She sucking him off," Gwen giggled helplessly.

   "What?" I said, straining to understand the scene with my brain now as
well as my eyes.  As soon as Gwen supplied me with the overall picture I
realized what I was looking at.  Gwen had moved in so close I couldn't see
it at first.  There it was, though.  Her mouth moving over him again and
again.  I couldn't believe it.

   "Let me see," Gwen said.

   I moved aside.  "Let them alone, would you, you pervert." I laughed.

   "No.  This is amazing," she said, and went back to watch them.

   "Gwen!" I said, shocked.

   "Oh come on.  They don't even know it.  It's not hurting anyone," she
said.

   "You're a sicko, you know that?" I told her, and went back to my own
scope.  I tried not to pay any attention to her as she kept watch on our
neighbors.  About five minutes went by.  I was awakened by curiosity.

   "So what's happenning now?" I asked as uncuriously as possible.

   "Not much.  They're done."

   Gwen took her eye from the scope.

   "They went inside," she said matter of factly.

   I didn't bother to ask the logical conclusion of the act that was in
progress.

   "Are you done playing peeping tom now?  Want to look at the stars?" I
suggested pithily.

   "Oh come on.  Where's your spirit of adventure?  You can't tell me you
aren't part voyeur if you want to look at the stars," she grinned.

   I had never thought of it that way.

   "I don't know if that applies," I said honestly.

   "Does to me," Gwen said simply.

   "You mean you really enjoyed that?" I asked.

   "I suppose, yes.  Otherwise I wouldn't have done it," she said.  "It was
like something was drawing me to watch," she said.

   "Curiosity," I said, remembering my own feeling.

   "No, more than that.  I wanted to see THEM.  It's like I was an unwanted
intruder that no one could see," she said.

   "That's bizarre," I said.

   Gwen just looked at me and shrugged.  She readjusted her scope and went
back to looking at what she had been looking at before.  I gave up on her
and went on looking at the stars.

   It was at least half an hour before Gwen nudged me once more.

   "What now?  Are they doing it in mid air?" I said.

   "No.  Just in bed," Gwen said.

   I was caught off guard.

   "You mean they're really doing it?" I said, turning my head away from my
scope.

   "Yes, they're really doing it," she mimicked.

   "Where?" I said unbelievingly.

   "In bed, I said.  Take a look," Gwen said, and offered her scope to me.

   Instead I trained my own to the location of interest.

   "Couldn't pass it up, huh?" Gwen kidded me.

   "Oh stop it.  I just want to see...", I started but decided not to
bother finishing and concentrated on positioning my telescope.  When I got
the picture in view I was more or less aghast.

   "Ugh," I said disgustedly.

   "Really," Gwen agreed.

   They were on the bed in their cabin making love.  No covers or anything.
He was on top.  There was a lamp lit inside, which is the only reason we
could see anything at all.  Why they had let it stay on I don't know. 
Maybe they figured, wrongly, that no one was going to be around watching
them.  The whole picture was quite clear.  We could zoom in as close as we
wanted to.  I dared myself to do it and found myself trapped.  I watched
his cock going up and down, disappearing into her between her legs.  It was
long and hard.  I moved back a little and looked at him.  He was young. 
About twenty five.  And lean and hard, but not overly muscular.  But you
could see his biceps straining to hold himself up.  I wondered if he was
sweating.  I couldn't tell through the scope.  I moved the scope over to
her face and zoomed in.  She was pretty.  She had long hair.  Light
colored. I couldn't tell if it was blond or light brown or not.  I moved
back down and looked at her legs.  They were ok.  I went back up to see her
boobs.  They were pretty big.

   "Bigger than mine, that's for sure," I said out loud inadvertantly.

   "What?" Gwen said.  "You don't even have one," she said.

   "No, dope.  I mean her.  I was looking at her boobs," I said
secretively.

   "Oh.  Yeah.  Not bad," Gwen said.  I could tell she had had a look at
them to confirm this.

   "How would you know?" I said.

   Gwen didn't say anything.  I figured she knew I was right and had lost
the point.  But just then I felt her hand close around my breast under my
cutoff top.

   "Gwen!" I half shouted, jumping back, suprised and laughing.

   "Definitely," she rejoined, pointing at me and laughing with me.

   "God!" I said.  "Keep your hands to yourself," I warned her.

   "Ok.  Ok.  Just kidding.  I had to find out, though," she laughed.

   "So now you know," I said.

   Gwen had gone back to watching them.  I thought about it for a second,
then I did too.

   They had switched positions meanwhile and she was now riding him.  It
wasn't as much fun to watch because I couldn't see him anymore.  I watched
his face for a while and looked at his chest for a long time.  I began to
wonder if he would come and then remembered he'd already had an orgasm
before in the lake.  I looked down in between.  I saw her leg as she rose
up and down him but couldn't see much in between.  I moved up and saw her
upper body going up and down more than her lower body was.  Her boobs
bounced.  Suddenly she leaned over and I lost sight of her.  I readjusted
my view and pulled back a little.  She was leaning over his chest and he
was playing with her boobs a little.  I was getting bored.  I thought about
moving back up to the sky and thought about what I would see there.  The
stars seemed cold.  I tried to move around to get a more interesting
picture, but I needn't have.

   She dismounted him so quickly I thought she left.  I saw his face and
knew he must be about to come.  I moved my scope so quickly down to catch
him that I went past and had to pull back.  She, whoever she was, was there
already, holding him in her hands and pumping him gently.  He came a second
after I focused and she moved her head behind him but not over him.  She
did not want to take him in her mouth now.  Instead she licked him and held
him as he spurted over her hand.

   "Whew," Gwen said softly.

   "Shhh!" I said, as if they could hear us.

   Gwen muffled a laugh.

   "Stop it!" I said, concentrating on what was happening.

   Gwen quieted down.

   There wasn't much else.  They kissed a lot and it got pretty boring.  I
stopped looking.  Gwen was already sitting on the porch swing.  I got up
and stretched my aching back and buttocks, reaching down to rub them.

   "So you shouldn't watch that kind of stuff, huh?  Make you go blind,
eh?" Gwen chided.

   "Oh cool it.  You're the one that got me started," I said.

   I went over and sat beside her.

   "But you couldn't resist could you?  Admit it," she taunted.

   "Yeah.  But God knows why.  It's so dumb," I said.

   Gwen didn't reply.  We swang the swing together.

   "Do you figure they're married?" Gwen asked.

   "Probably," I answered.  "Probably on their honeymoon," I added.

   "Why?"

   "Who else does it in the lake?" I said.

   "Probably," Gwen laughed.

   I thought about my own folks.  I wondered if they'd done it here.  I
tried to figure how old they'd've been when they first got the place.

   "Shit!  That's the year I was born," I said without thinking.  I could
see Gwen calculating quickly.

   "You mean you figure..." Gwen started.

   "Shush," I said.  But it was too late.  Gwen was giggling.

   "God you're unbearable," I told her straightfacedly.  And then I started
laughing.

   "Do you think..." Gwen said, not even finishing, but pointing across the
lake.

   We both broke out laughing again.

   "Maybe she'll grow up to like astronomy..." I started.

   "And look over here..." Gwen burst out laughing.

   I cracked up and bent over double to try to stop myself from laughing so
hard.  Unfortunately it caused my back muscles to cramp on my side.

   "Oh!" I said in laughter and pain, reaching back to hold my back and
side.

   "Ow!  I said again as a new cramp began.

   "What's the matter?" Gwen asked, still giggling.

   "Cramp," I said, putting my hand to my side.

   "Here, let me rub it," she said quickly.

   She put her hand over onto my back and began to rub it where my hand
was. I turned immediately away from her so she could push against it.  She
did and continued to massage my back until the pain lifted.

   "Sitting too long," I said.

   "I'm sure they won't have any cramps," Gwen said, nodding accross the
lake.

   I laughed and my back cramped a little again in the same spot.

   "Wow!" I said, stiffenning up.

   "Relax," Gwen said, kneaded it till it began to relax again.

   A half minute later she slowed down.

   "Don't stop.  It's not gone yet," I said to her.

   "Well then put your feet up or something because I can't reach it this
way," she complained.

   I swung my legs up to the end of the porch swing and put them out under
the arm.  I tried to sit up straight to keep the muscles from cramping
again.  Gwen rubbed at the lower part of my back as best she could.  It
probably wasn't working too well.

   "Turn over," she commanded.

   I scrunched and groaned and pushed and wiggled my body over the wooden
surface till I had turned over.  I had to scoot up and put my shoulders on
Gwen's lap for her to reach my back.

   "That's better.  At least I can reach it now," she said, and continued
to rub my low back.

   "Oh god that feels good," I said.  And it did.  My muscles must really
have gone into stasis sitting there that long.

   "You would think we'd be used to it by now," I said.

   "I don't think we usually sit and watch uninterrupted that long," Gwen
remarked.

   "That's true," I said.  "We usually don't watch that though," I added.

   "Would be a strange sky if we did," Gwen tacked on.

   I smiled.  Her hands felt so good I almost drifted off.  She moved them
up my back and their warmth was inviting sleep.  She didn't hesitate to put
her hands under the back of my loose top.  I didn't care.  It felt good. 
She massaged my shoulders and it took the ache of driving out of them.  Her
hands moved down my sides over my rib cage and massaged that too.  It all
felt good.  She concentrated on my lower back with the heel of her hand. 
She stretched over to reach the far side of me and I lifted a little to
readjust.  I turned my head inwards and looked up.  Her breasts were
hanging directly above me, covered only by a top like mine.  They were
bigger.  Fuller.

   I tried not to notice and turned my head the other way.  But I didn't
want to look at the lake.  I wanted to look at her stomach up close for
some reason.  I turned my head right back.

   "Make up your mind," Gwen said irritated by my shifting position so
much.

   "Sorry.  I'll stay here," I told her.

   She resumed her hand motions.  I stared at her bare stomach.  I looked
at the marks and small downy hairs and her belly button.  I could not help
but see the beginning of her breasts, although I did not look up at them. I
forgot what her hands were doing.  I was engrossed in her stomach.  My
finger appeared at it without my knowing I had moved my arm.  It rested on
her belly button.  I pushed my finger into it, trying to be funny.

   "Stop that!" Gwen said, almost laughing.

   I gently moved it in and out several times.

   "In, out, in, out," I crooned.

   "God.  Stop that, will you?" Gwen laughed.

   I withdrew my hands and my eyes shifted upwards.  I found myself looking
at the bottoms of her breasts.  They were large and nicely rounded.  "Guys
would definitely like to hold them," I told myself.  I wondered if any ever
had.  She had never told me.  I hadn't ever asked.  I tried to see her
nipples.  Only part of them occasionally came into view as she bent further
over to rub me lower.  I suddenly felt her hands go under the waist of my
cutoffs.  That pair of cutoffs were big.  They had been my dad's jeans.  I
had inherited them.  Her hand slid under easily and went right under my
underwear too.  She pulled it back out again right away and continued
massaging me the same way for a while.  Her hand felt good still.  Warm. 
It moved off to the side of my hip and went further down the side of my leg
then back up and out.  As she did it again and again, I went back into a
small trance and found myself looking at her again.

   I moved my hand a little on her stomach back and forth.  It was
moist-sticky from being in one spot so long.  It bumpled across.  I lifted
it and turned it over.  The back of my hand was dry and moved to the side
of her stomach easily.  It tickled her a little.  She twisted underneath
it. Her hand went to the other hip suddenly and I started.  I enjoyed what
I was doing without much thought or concern..  She kept massaging me.  Her
hand went down the middle of my bottom rubbing with the heel of her hand.
Then down one side and the other.  Then she began using her fingers.  She
massaged and dug her fingers into my bottom.  I was a little nervous for a
second, but decided to trust her.  She kept touching me and soon it began
to feel good.  Soon it began to feel less massaging and more touching.  I
still trusted her.  Her fingers slid between and she moved them apart. 
They slid right down to my hole and I knew she meant what she was doing,
yet I could not stop her.  I told myself she was still just rubbing me in a
massaging sort of fashion.

   She touched me this way for what seemed like forever, her finger
exploring over the top of my hole, threatening to go in, but only pushing
at it slightly.  It made me squirm and push myself down onto the hard
swing. I got wet in between.  Suddenly, her fingers touched the back of my
opening and nearly slid in.  I was unready, unaware and unsure of what to
do.  I wanted to stop her then, but she put her fingers inside of me and I
could not stop her.  They went right in.  The wetness they brought back she
dragged back over my dry hole excited me to a unbelievable peak.  It wetted
me more and I wanted her to push in, even there.  I guess she knew what I
was thinking.  She pressed her finger into me and I tensed.  She eased up
and withdrew it, then pushed again a little and withdrew again, then
circled it with her fingertip.  I relaxed again and her fingers went back
down lower.  I could not help but raise my bottom and she reached inside of
me again.  I sighed softly as her fingers entered me, my breathing coming
faster.  Her fingers pushed into me again and again till I felt myself
gripping them and responding without any control on my part.  I was afraid.

   "Gwen please," I said weakly.

   She leaned over me and pushed her fingers underneath me completely,
finding my clitoris.  She rubbed it as best she could, but it was awkward
for her hand, I could tell.  She took her hand out completely.

   "I can't reach you.  Turn over please," Gwen said quietly.

   I twisted myself around and looked up at her.

   "What are you doing?" I asked her.

   "Playing with you," she replied succinctly.

   "Why?"

   "Because I am, that's all.  Do you want me to finish or not?" she asked.

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, knowing that I would not
stop her.

   "I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't want to do it," she replied.  "Do
you mind?" she added.

   "Maybe we'd better go inside," I said, starting to get up.

   Gwen put her hand down on my stomach.  "No.  Just stay where you are,
ok?"

   Her hand came up to my face and went to my cheek.  She brushed it.  I
looked at her eyes to see what she was feeling and saw her looking at me
deeply in thought.

   "It's ok," I reassured her.  "I...  " I faltered, "I don't mind so much
as long as it's you," I told her, taking her hand from my cheek and holding
it in my own.

   She smiled.  I put her hand down deliberately on my stomach and moved it
in a circle.  She smiled again and began to move her hand on her own.  I
reached down lower and unzipped my cutoffs and undid the snap.

   "There," I said.

   Gwen's hand stayed on my stomach.  She touched it lightly and I found I
had lost the urgency I'd had only a minute before.  I put my hand up her
side and under her cutoff t-shirt.  I felt the side of her body and then
moved directly over her breast.  I felt the nipple go by under my palm. 
Gwen reacted by closing her eyes.  I touched her breast lightly as she did
my stomach.  Then her hand wandered upward and touched my breasts, too.  We
did this for quite some time, stimulating each other gradually.  At last I
reached up and pulled her hand downward.  I was beginning to become excited
again and needed to feel her touch.  She accepted my guidance and her hand
floated over the top of my exposed underpants.  I pushed my mound up into
her hand.  She smiled and rubbed the top of it, patting it gently.  It made
me want to come when she did that!  I squeezed her breast in my hand and
tried to touch her other with my other hand.  It wouldn't reach easily, but
I traced it before I put my hand back down again.  Gwen smiled at me again,
and her hand pressed harder into my mound.

   "Touch me, Gwen," I pleaded.

   She used her fingers to press deep into my panties, but it wasn't
enough. I pushed up to see if it would help.  She moved her fingers lower
and suddenly they slipped under the edge of my panties.  They rushed across
my hairs, brushing them and searching.  I was so wet that she had no
trouble in finding my clitoris.  She rubbed it with her fingers.  I closed
my eyes and moved against her fingers.  The more she rubbed the closer I
came.  She speeded up and suddenly I put my hands down on top of hers.  I
came, pushing myself up into her hand, holding her there.  Gwen waited
patiently till I lifted my own hands.  Then she closed her hand around my
mound and just held it for a while.  It felt good.  I didn't know what to
say.  Gwen smiled down at me and her hand began to move playfully around me
again.

   "Ok?" she said.

   "Mmm hmm," I murmered.  Then I lifted up her hand to stop her and sat
up. "Inside?" I asked.

   "Ok," she replied, and got off the swing.

   "Theatre is Life...

   Cinema is Art...

   Television is Furniture..."
   -- Garrison Keilor