Stargazing by Spline Duck

US Copyright Registered 2000


I jumped as the door suddenly opened. The music got loud and
then went back to a muffled volume. I continued leaning on the
rail, looking into the dark. I didn't turn as footsteps came
across the deck. Talma's hand slowly circled my waist; then
she pulled me tight against her hip. I pressed back.

"Hi, Kate. What's going on out here?" she said.

"I just came out for a bit of air and the quiet. I wanted to
look at the stars and the sky."

"I saw you with Stan. The two of you were fiery together. He
can really dance."

"Stan? Oh, yeah, that's his name. Sexy! I think I'll take him
home with Mitzi and me tonight. Oh, and thank you; thanks for
inviting Mitzi and me here tonight."

"Well, I hadn't seen you in a couple of months. It seemed like
time to get together. And, besides, I haven't thrown a party
for a long time."

I paused for a moment and then said, "I was looking at the
stars and thinking that you were always the one who knew their
names. Somehow, I was never interested enough to memorize the
names. What's that bright one there?"

"Silly. That's not a star, that's Jupiter; it's a planet."

"Well, I did know that Jupiter is a planet. I just didn't know
what it looks like."

"How many times have we looked at the stars from this deck?"

"Who could count? We've been doing it since we were little,
when it was Mom's house," she said.

"We had so many sleepovers when I'd ride my bike over here.
We'd sit out here on hot nights like tonight, just talking and
watching the stars."

"I like to remember the times we'd go lie down on the grass
down below, in the dark shadows, surrounded by fireflies. Just
you and me talking about boys and school and what we'd do with
our lives. Looking up at the stars and just talking." She went
quiet.

"Later on, it was mostly talking about boys," I said.

"Why don't we go down on there for a better look, like we used
to?"

I thought for a second. "Sure, I haven't seen any mosquitoes
tonight. Let's go! It'll be just like old times. Just me and
my best friend in the dark."

"Careful on the steps. I know the way down in the dark, so
hold my hand."

I held her hand and felt my way down the steps. We lay down on
the slope below the line of bushes that block the view and the
light from the deck above. As our eyes adapted to the
darkness, the Milky Way slowly brightened.

"It's such a beautiful, clear night, one of the best. I love
looking at the Milky Way when it's so clear and dark," I said.

"I've always felt peaceful down here at night. The stars look
so near and personal. I like to think about them
masturbating."

"Masturbating? Talma, what are you talking about?"

"Well, mostly they're all alone. Some of them are double
stars, so I guess they might be doing kinky things to each
other through the eons, but lots of them are solitary. A few
are even multiple stars: far-out, stellar group sex, maybe."

"Talma, that's just plain weird. But it does give me a
different perspective on looking at the stars. Maybe it gives
me a different perspective on you."

We lay quietly on the grass. For a few minutes, we just
quietly looked up at the stars. Then Talma said, "That group
there is Lyra, the lyre, that bright star, Vega, and the four
in a figure below it. It was the instrument of Erato, the muse
of erotic poetry. It's my favorite summer constellation. It
always reminds me of feeling sexy under the open sky."

"Yeah. Some summers we spent almost every night down here.
Remember how we'd be naughty by lying here naked when there
was no moon? How young were we when we first did that? I can't
even remember."

"We couldn't have been more than seven or eight. We did it for
several summers before we understood anything about sex. It
just felt deliciously rebellious."

"Yeah. And we began to understand about sex when I was twelve.
I remember that first masturbation clearly."

"And then you rode your bike over here like crazy the next
morning to tell me what you'd discovered and how we were going
to have such a good time that night after dark."

We were quiet a while, and then she said, "Sometimes I come
down here in the dark and relive that evening."

"Oh?" I said, and then I paused for a beat or two. "Not
getting enough in the marriage bed? Hubby not keeping up?"

"Kate! I'm sticking my tongue out at you!" She blew a
raspberry. "Actually, he does fine, but sometimes he falls
asleep, and sometimes he's just out of town, and sometimes I
just want a little variety."

"You want variety, you should come along to Seropan's some
evening with Mitzi and me; we'll get you plenty variety."

"I don't need that much variety. Maybe it's just that I like
to reminisce a little."

"How much do you like to reminisce? We could playact that
first time right now, right here in the same place."

"Kate! Are you serious? Aren't you getting enough from your
excursions to Seropan's?"

It was my turn to blow a raspberry at her. "That sounds like a
dare to me. You're game?"

"Sure! Strip!"

We lay back down in the grass, naked as twelve-year-olds.
Talma started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I asked. "This was pretty serious the first
time."

"I was just remembering my mother coming out onto the deck to
call us in at night. I almost expect to hear her any minute. I
was remembering how she called us in that night, right after
you taught me to get off. She would have died if she'd known
what we had been doing."

"OK. Serious now. Let's get started."

But she started giggling again. "Talma! Come on. Are we going
to do this or not? Get into character."

Still giggling, she said, "I just feel a little silly doing
this. And besides, I seem to remember that I giggled a bunch
that first time, so I am in character. So there!" And she blew
me another raspberry.

"OK. Let's try this again. Twelve years old now. Talma, first
take one hand, and move it down to the bottom of your stomach
until it comes to the lump over the bone, just above where
your legs meet. Just stroke that a little, kind of pet it.
Move your hand around and down a little; it feels like a
little copy of a horse rump, wide and soft and then divided
down lower."

Talma was starting to kind of hum to herself. "Mmmm. That
feels good."

"Kind of get hold of it, and squeeze the whole thing. Pull on
it a little. Now, pull your hand back up, and slide it back
down, but this time, let your middle finger slowly glide down
the groove. Just press ever so lightly."

Talma was still humming slightly. "Kate, I'm getting so
excited, doing this with you again."

"Well, it's supposed to get us going. I was going to say `Feel
how silky and soft the skin is down there,' like I did when we
were twelve, but it doesn't feel quite the same as it did when
we were twelve. Seems to be quite a bit hairier. You know, I
like to think of it as my Grand Canyon: shrubbery around the
rim, deep with folds and turns, and moist far in the center."

"Now who's out of character," Talma said.

"Oh! OK. But when we do this again, we should both shave
first."

"When; when? You plan to do this again?"

"Well, we're doing it again already. We did it in our teens;
we're doing it again now; who knows when we'll do it again?
Let's start again. Aren't you supposed to giggle now?"

She giggled.

I scratched where some grass was tickling my hip. "Let's see
if I can remember just how I did it then. How'd I start?"

"I think the first thing you said was `You won't believe how
good this is going to be. I'm so glad I have a friend to share
it with.' And then you started telling me what to do."

So, I started up again. "You won't believe how good this is
going to be. I'm so glad I have my best friend to share it
with. Spread your legs, just a little. Take one hand, and rub
your tummy and then move it down until it comes to the lump
over the bone, just above where your legs meet. Just stroke
that a little, kind of pet it. Move your hand around and down
a little; it feels like a tiny copy of a horse's rump, wide
and soft and then divided down lower." I started through the
whole routine again, quietly reminiscing.

We started with caressing, and then moved on to rubbing. Soon,
we were into stroking. "Now, start at the top of your slit,
and slide your middle finger down, slowly down until you reach
the hole where you pee. Then slowly back up until you reach
the point where those little lips come together. That's where
the tip of your clitoris is. It should feel real good right
there." It felt good for me back then, and it did again now. I
was starting to breathe harder. I knew it felt good for Talma,
because she was kind of groaning, moaning, and humming, all at
the same time. "OK, Talma, here's where it gets good. Just
start rubbing up and down, lightly on the tip, just for a
second, and then come up along the shaft." I heard her kind of
startle and then to start breathing deeply.

Talma let out a big sigh. "Oh, Kate, it feels so good. I
didn't know it would feel so good."

Was she talking in character? Was she describing how she felt
in the present? Her passion and the ambiguity raised my
excitement. I heard myself grunt and then moan. "Talma, keep
going. Speed it up! I'm getting close. Let's finish together."

I heard her release a little squeal, a squeak; then she took a
huge breath. "Kate, Kate! Now, I can't hold it any longer."
And she took another huge breath, a noisy rasping one; a
straining, almost pained sound. Then she gave a short sound
like a cough; no, that must have been me, starting to come.

"Oh, yes, Talma. Come with me; here I go." Sweating, grunting,
I swung my arm around, hitting her arm. Gasping, I grabbed her
arm. I heard her gasp, and then I heard us both exhale in huge
sighs. I lay there, dripping, feeling the grass under my ass,
looking at Lyra, feeling serenity seep into me. Slowly our
breathing returned to normal, and we lay there peacefully
looking up at the stars.

"What are you doing?" Talma was rummaging around in the dark.

"Looking for my lighter. Ah, found it."

A small pool of light from the flame lit up her nude body. I
asked her, "Haven't you given those things up yet?"

"I keep trying. I've tried a lot. Once, I decided that since I
enjoy cigarettes, I should try something more enjoyable to
replace them. I'd masturbate and give myself an orgasm every
time I wanted a cigarette. Worked for two days; did you ever
get sore from too much sex? Ouch!"

I laughed. "No! Well, not from doing it to myself, but there
was the time with the high school football team."

"What? Our whole football team! I knew you went with Billy
Johnston in high school, but I didn't know you took on the
rest of our team. What'd Billy say to that?"

"It wasn't our team; it was Northside's. I was mad after Billy
dumped me, so I figured I'd do the entire other team, twice
actually. I set it up with their captain, Hunter Larkin. I
made a deal with him. I did the whole team after practice, a
week before the big game. The deal was that I'd do them all
again if they won. Figured that'd give them a big
encouragement to win. Boy, was Billy miserable when our team
lost. Everyone figured there was no way Northside could ever
win."

Talma was shrieking with laughter, rolling on the lawn. She
gasped out, "I ... I ... I can't believe you did that. You ...
You're putting me on, aren't you?" Catching her breath, she
asked, "You did the whole Northside team?" And she collapsed
onto the lawn again, holding her stomach. "Twice?"

I was starting to get into the spirit of it, too, laughing so
that I had a little trouble getting the words out. "Oh no! I'm
not putting you on. Not. I even did their geek manager. But I
was sore afterwards." I paused to laugh and then to catch my
breath. "Just a little sore the first time, but pretty darn
sensitive the second time, `cause it was only a few days
later." Talma was rolling around in the damp grass, laughing
too hard to talk. "Talma. Are you laughing at me?" I said.

"No!" she gasped. "But I think it's incredibly funny. Billy
dumps my friend, Kate; so she screws the entire other team.
What a way to get back at Billy!"

"I stayed home from school the next day, pleaded cramps. I was
just way too sore to walk between classes."

"But wait! It's cool that you did all of them to get even.
It's cool that you encouraged them to win that year, but Billy
wouldn't have known that you helped his team lose. Not much of
a payback for dumping you. I mean, you knew he'd be pissed at
losing the game, but he wouldn't know you got him."

"Well, it wouldn't be much if that's all I had done. I would
have been satisfied just with screwing them all, but I wanted
Billy to know that he had screwed up by dumping me. So, I told
him--I sent him pictures, and I added a note."

Talma got a lot more serious. "You told him? Pictures? Weren't
you afraid of what he'd tell people?"

"Hell, by the time I started going steady with Billy, I'd
screwed half the guys in our class. Who would he tell that
would care? They all knew I was a wild woman. If he told
anyone, it would just improve what everyone knew about me
anyway, and it would just make him look like an ass. Besides,
I was going off to college, and he wasn't, so what difference
could it make?"

"So you screwed the whole Northside team and sent the whole
travelogue to Billy and then left town! This is great."

"Actually, there were only two pictures. They were close-ups
of Hunter and me: one, him just entering and the other, all
the way in; he has the biggest penis I've ever had. The note
said, `Billy, Thought you'd like to see why Northside won the
big game. I like them big now, not like yours. Hunter's is
really big, and you can see that I can really take it.' I
wonder what Billy's doing these days; still working at his
father's lumber yard, I'd guess."

"These days, he's actually running the yard. I saw him at a
party a few months ago. SOB backed me into a corner and spent
five minutes feeling me up before I got out; came close to
using my knee on him. I didn't want to make too much of a
commotion at the party, but I'd have loved for him to have
gone home with his wife asking why he was limping.

"But after hearing your story, I know what I'll do next time.
If he does it again, I'll grope him for a while to get him
hard. Maybe I'll even stick my hand down his shorts. When he's
good and interested, I'll go, `Oh, it's true,' and quickly
back away. Then, I'll say `Hunter Larkin's is still bigger
than yours.' That'll fix him." And then we both started
rolling around on the grass, laughing again.

"Kate," she gasped, "Kate ... Kate, I'm still horny, or maybe
just horny again. The first time was so good; let's do it
again, this time we'll dedicate it to Billy Johnston, who'll
never screw either of us again."

"OK," I choked out, "OK; just let me catch my breath for a
minute."

I thought for a minute and then asked, "Are you sure you want
to do this? I mean, aren't you going to want to play with
hubby after the party? You might be all used up afterwards."

"He's no good for anything tonight. That's how I found you on
the porch. He started on beers before anyone arrived tonight.
I found him sitting in a stiff-backed chair with his back to
the window onto the deck, just staring into space, totally
bombed, just staring. When I went to get him to take him up to
bed, I saw you out on the deck. So I dragged him upstairs,
poured him into bed, and came out on the deck to visit with
you. He walked into the door on his way into the bedroom; he's
out for the night, and I'm on my own. C'mon, let's party a
little more! I'll lead this time; this time it's my way."

I lay down, but Talma was doing something, so I sat up again.
"What's up, now?" I called.

"I told you that I come down here sometimes to enjoy myself.
We keep a spare house key in one of those hollowed-out fake
rocks. But I have a second rock that no one else knows about.
I keep some supplies in it, just for those special, personal
occasions. Here's some tissues for you. Now, hold out your
right hand."

I put out my hand, and she took hold of it. Something wet
landed on it; it was slick, slimy. "What's that?" I asked.

"Lube. You know what to do with it, don't you? When I told you
I come down here to enjoy myself, I meant I come down here to
really enjoy myself. I don't intend to risk making myself
chafed again. I don't really need this stuff, but I like the
variety of how smooth it feels. Just let me know if you need
some more."

We lay down, side-by-side again. I looked up at the stars
again. There was Lyra. The grass tickled my sides and butt. I
started giggling this time.

"Well," Kate said. "What is it now?"

"It's just the two of us, lying here like we did when we were
horny teenagers. It's fun thinking how little has changed in
some ways."

"OK. Here we go. Put that lube where it counts. Tell me if you
want some more. I like to slowly rub my moist three long
fingers up and down from the very top end of my clit, slowly
spreading my outer lips, down past the tip of my clit, and all
the way down until the tips of my fingers go into the opening
of my vagina. Then slowly backing out pressing harder, all the
way back to the top of my slit, just to where the hair starts.
Back down again, just to the point of the tips going in, and
then back again. Slowly, slowly. I love to feel the width of
my fingers spreading my outer lips. Mmmm. Are you following
along?"

A little breathless, I was startled to be asked a question.
"Of course I am, but it's just too intense for me to touch the
actual tip so soon. But why don't you give me a little more of
that lube. I'm wet enough, but my clit would enjoy a little
more slipping."

She slopped a bunch more lube on my hand, and we both went
back to the matter at hand. "After I've done this for a couple
of minutes, then I use my left hand on my tits. First, I take
the whole right one in my hand and squeeze it lightly. Don't
stop with your right hand. I do that a few times, then I start
to knead it, the whole thing. Mostly, I'll just do it gently,
but every so often, I give it a good squeeze; now. Gently a
few times, and then firmly again. Squeeze now, Kate." At that,
she moaned gently.

For me, the response was a gasp; my breasts are much too
sensitive for such fervent molding. I backed off to my own
comfort zone. My hand glided slowly over my breast, almost
missing the nipple. Talma plunged ahead.

"Squeeze harder, now." I heard her gasp and then start to
breathe more deeply. As if from a distance, I heard my own
reaction, almost a mewing sound.

I was getting warmer, sweating in the humid air near the
grass. "Talma, I'm so aroused. My vagina is getting so wet
it's leaking."

"Mine, too," Talma said. "Isn't that what you want? Now, I
like to start lengthening my stroke so my fingers go in up to
the first knuckle." And she started to pant, just a little.
"Now I'm moving my hand to my left tit; that's the more
sensitive one." She gasped, again. "Just knead it firmly for a
while."

Lord, how can she do it so hard, I thought. I'd levitate if I
did it like that. Just a couple of gentle squeezes and I went
back to light stroking. That's enough to send me.

Now Talma's breath was rapid and growing deeper. Mine followed
hers. I was getting close to a climax as she was building
toward hers. I could hear the wet sounds as our hands squirmed
in and then sucked back out. Talma whispered, "Now. Start
pulling on your nipple; roll it back and forth between your
fingers. Pinch it hard. Now, I start moving my hand back and
forth over the shaft of my clit. The head is getting too
sensitive to rub now."

I took my hand off my breast; I needed it for something else.
I raised my butt up and put two fingers into my vagina.

"Kate! Here it comes!" I heard her draw a huge deep breath and
grunt like she had before. Then she said in a strained
whisper, "Here's to you, Billy Johnston," and she sort of
squealed. Her orgasm triggered the start of mine, I felt like
my clitoris was growing larger and larger, more and more
sensitive. If I didn't come soon, I'd have to start stroking
it like a man. I pushed those two fingers in and held them
there, my vagina pulsing tighter and tighter as I started to
come. My fingers moved back and forth on a huge clitoris, and
then I froze as the orgasm peaked.

I lay on the grass with my legs open, too spent to even close
or straighten them. I looked up at the quiet stars; I felt as
peaceful as the heavens. Talma was gasping next to me, her
legs just flopped open, too.

Sweaty and breathless, we lay quietly in the heat for some
length of time. Crickets and the slow motion of the stars
finally brought us back to the present. I took Talma's hand,
squeezing and then just holding it. She sighed, and we watched
the stars for a while longer. Vega spun past the zenith.

Then we heard the door onto the deck slide open, the music
swelling as it slid.

"Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down," they
sang.

The door slid closed, and the quiet was accented by footsteps
on the deck.

Kate whispered to me, "Party's over. I set that up as the last
song."

The footsteps stopped, and it was quiet again. Mitzi called
out, "Hey, Kate. You out there? Stan and I are ready to go
home. Kate. Hello."

Talma squeezed my hand again, and we called out
simultaneously, "Coming, Mother." And we collapsed into a
giggling hug.

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I want to thank my writing support group (Janey) for writing
suggestions and for excellent proofing.