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Date: Fri,  5 Apr 1996 18:12:39 UTC
Subject: Katie/Lyn Chapter 4 - Towards the Weekend (ff, teen, cons)
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The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in setting age limits for
things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this and I'd never have written it.
IMHO, if you can read and enjoy, then you're old enough.
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Chapter 4 -- Towards the Weekend

By Gina Marie Wylie
	
	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, another 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
dad, 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 my self 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 said, 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 arrested.  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,  we were going to study
together."  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 duelled 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
titties around me?  Including Rachael's? 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, 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; I watched her walk away.
	
	Life, was, I thought, getting very confusing.
	


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