From waagh@aol.com Sat Feb 08 15:57:05 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.

Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away.  If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.  
Otherwise, enjoy.


BECKY LOVES CHRISTIE.  1/2


     Becky sat on the cracked red plastic of the coffee shop's last
booth and glumly stared into her cup.  Her whole life seemed, at
that moment, to stretch out as an unending sourse of boredom.  Two
weeks out of High School, two weeks for the excitment of graduation
to wear off, and she had to face the reality that High School was
going to be the absolute best time of her life.  It made her want
to cry.  "Damn it!  It wasn't even that good!" She told the salt
and pepper shakers, "I don't want that to be the best there is." 
Angry tears, the same angry tears she'd been fighting for days,
welled up and threatened to drop.  One day she'd let them fall. 
She hadn't already because she'd a good idea it wouldn't help. 

"Um, Hi, Becky."  It was Christie, The Most Popular Girl in the
School.  The Head Cheerleader. The Homecoming Queen.  The Prom
Queen.  Becky had always been torn between hating Christie's guts
and envying her everything.  "Hi, Christie." What does she want?
Becky wondered.  "Can I, uh, can I join you?" Christie was nervous
about something, it was plain from the hesitancy and the way she
shifted from one foot to another. Her big, cornflower colored eyes
stared anxiously into Becky's.  Intrigued, Becky nodded and
motioned to the bench opposite.  "Go ahead."

    Christie slid into the booth and smiled brilliantly at
Becky. "Thanks.  So what have you been doing since graduation?" 
Becky knew she was staring, knew she should stop, but it was so
strange to have  Christie even talking to her, let alone making
conversation. At school Christie was the center of the in-crowd,       
and they almost never mixed with the black kids.                         
"Nothing, much. I'm trying to figure out what I'm
going to do."  Christie hesitated then looked at her hands as she
said, "I sorta thought you were going to marry Richie."  Did she want
Richie?  Was that it? "No.  I'm not getting married.  I don't think
I'll ever get married." Why did she say that? Becky didn't want Miss 
Popular knowing she wasn't wanted; even if she didn't want any of
the guys. "Really?  I... Me either.  I mean, it's such a dead end,
you know?" Christie started to relax.  "I didn't want that and it
seems like everybody pushes you to do it, all the guys, my friends,
my family... I just don't  want to.  I think it's great that you
don't want it either.  It's like a validation of what I'm feeling,
y'know?"

    "You don't need validation from me!" Becky snapped.  It made
her angry, whatever little game Christie was playing was not
something she wanted any part of.  She looked around for the rest
of Christie crowd, wondering when the laughter would start,
wondering what the joke was.  "I know." Christie nodded, "But I
really like having it.  You're always so together, so
self-contained.  I really envy that.  I've always felt like I had
to perform for people, like I was always on.  I can't tell you how
often I wanted to flip them all off.  I used to notice the books
you read and I'd go check them out of the library and, you know,
they were almost always  things I enjoyed.  I usually wanted to be
reading your books when I was supposed to be doing committee
things.  I.." Christie looked at her hands and her words came out in
a rush, "I've always admired you.  I wish we could be friends." 
Becky's mouth hung open in shock.  "What?"  Christie smiled. "I know
what you're thinking.  I know why you always looked at me like I
was after something when I said Hi to you.  I didn't really
approach you in school because it would've made life Hell for both
of us,  but I always wanted to.  Now that we're out of school,
though, we can do anything we want.  What I want is to be your
friend."  Becky swallowed at the obvious sincerity in Christie's
voice.  "Oh."

     Christie's smile laughed at her, just a little. "Yeah.  Oh." 
"Well," Becky, hesitated, then cast caution to the winds. "Well, I
guess that would be okay."  There was an awkward little silence and
then Christie smiled ruefully.  "Would you like to come to my
house?"  Christie lived in the richest side of town.  It would be
something to see.  "Sure."  It figured that the Prom Queen would
have a little red convertable.  Becky felt vaguely ridiculous
getting into it, but the warm summer air that blew into her face as
they sped down the street felt great and almost instantly she
started to relax.  "What kind of music do you like?" Christie
motioned to the glove compartment "See if there's anything in
there."  CD's but some surprises.  Christie, it seemed, liked funk
and metal in equal doses.  Becky pulled out some James Brown and 
Christie nodded. "Crank it up! I love it loud."  As they drove, 
Becky had a few moments of evil satisfaction as they sped across
town, the wind in their hair and music leaving an almost visible
trail behind them.  They passed several of Christie's friends who
waved and looked surprised at who she had with her.  Christie just
looked happy.  Just as Becky expected, they turned into the drive
of a home that just missed being a mansion.  Christie bounded out of
the car..  "C'mon, c'mon, you gotta see my cd collection.  You like
J.B., you're gonna love some of the others."  Her good humor was
infectious and Becky was smiling as she got out of the car. "Okay."
They went inside and Christie turned, suddenly formal. "Do  you want
to see the rest of the house?"  It would be a showcase, Becky knew,
in fact she was pretty sure it had been on one of those charity
home tours at one time or another, but there was something about
the way Christie asked her... "No." She replied, "I'd rather listen
to music." She was rewarded by the gratitude in Christie's eyes and
she began to have an inkling that the Prom Queen's life wasn't all
it was cracked up to be.  "Okay.  C'mon upstairs." Christie led the
way.

    Her room was a little girl's mixed  with a wanna-be-wild
teen's.  Posters of leather clad rockers vied with the pink country
check and eyelet lace of  the curtains and spread.  The sound
system of the gods covered one wall and another was full books and
cds.  The third wall was closets and the fourth was the window and
posters.  Becky blinked. "Wow."  Wrinkling her nose, Christie
nodded.  "My mom just can't face the fact that I'm eighteen.  I
leave the cute stuff up to make her happy."  Christie sat Becky on
the bed and put some music on, loud.  "Do you want anything to
drink?"  Becky shook her head.  As eagerly as the child she
scorned, Christie  started showing Becky her treasures.  Litte
things, like the handmade candles and the perfect clamshell, that
had more meaning than monetary worth.  Everything Christie showed
her made Becky look at the other girl in a slightly different way. 
Christie became, in the next half hour, someone Becky wanted to
know.  Finally, Christie brought over a little wooden box. "This is
all my important jewellery." She said.  Becky was expecting diamonds,
instead there was only a silver pendant and a little silver ring. 
Becky stared, not quite able to believe her eyes.  The pendant was
the double axe, the ring was two of the alchemists symbols for
Venus, entwined through the circles.  "These are me." Christie said
softly. A chill went down her spine as Becky looked up into Christie's
blue, blue eyes, at her golden hair, at her peach-perfect skin and saw the
unthinkable suddenly, almost, become attainable.

    "Do you know what they mean?" Christie's eyes were wide and
anxious.  "Yes..." Becky could only stare at her.  "Oh..." Christie
blushed to her hairline. "I'm sorry, you`re not into it, I guess...
I..."   Becky stopped her by reaching up and cupping her face. 
"It's okay.  I didn`t realise, that's all.  It's really okay..." Then
in one, gracefull move, Becky stood up and kissed Christie.  It
started out gentle, hesitant, and then abruptly turned into
mouth-grinding passion.  It seemed to last forever as they explored
with lips and tongues not only each other's mouths but their faces,
throats, ears.  Becky had never done anything so wonderful and her
excitment was tinged with a little fear, just enough to heighten
her arousal past anything she'd ever experianced.  Almost without
conscious effort, her hands were moving over Christie's amazing
body, cataloguing by touch each curve and hollow and swell. 
Christie was soft, full breasted, wide hipped. She had a slender
waist that emphasised her woman's figure. And under her softness
was firm muscle that meant fitness that couldn't be faked.  Becky
explored with delight, wondering what Christie thought of her own
tall, lean body with the small, firm breasts and boyish hips. 
Christie's soft, happy moans seemed to mean approval.  Christie moved
away, just a little bit, and kissed Becky sharply in a  promise of
more.  "God, you're great!" She laughed happily, "This is just the
way I imagined it would be."   Becky smiled at her, drunk on
passion. "Really?  You thought  about it with me?"  "Since Junior
High.  You look just like all my dreams." Christie turned and went
to the door, locking it quickly.  "None of my family's home, but
the maid might decide it's time to vacuum." She walked back to
Becky and started unbuttoning her new love's blouse.  "I love your
hair.  I've never seen such beautiful hair.  And your eyes...
the color of bittersweet chocolate. Gorgeous."  The blouse was
undone and Christie slid it off by running her hands over Becky's
skin under the cloth, over the shoulders, and down the arms. "What
beautiful skin you have.  So dark and creamy, I love it."  Becky
squirmed with delight and reached for the hem of Christie's tank
top. She peeled it off and touched Christie's breasts through the
lacy bra.  "This is so amazing.  You're so beautiful.  I feel like
any minute I'm gonna wake up.  How did you know?"  Christie cupped
Becky's breasts. "I wish I didn't have to wear a bra. I wish mine
would stand up like this." She rubbed over Becky's big, hardened 
nipples, and Becky moaned. "I didn't know, exactly, but I saw you
reading `Lifting Belly` so I thought you wouldn't hit me if I asked."
She bent and kissed one breast, laving her tongue over the swell,
sucking lightly at the peak.  Becky reached behind her and undid
the bra, letting Christie's full, cream colored breasts free.  They
were round, already swollen with passion, the pink nipples standing
out asking for caresses.  She held them, squeezed them, loving
their weight in her palms.  Becky brought Christie back up to meet
another, passionate kiss and they stayed that way awhile, the shock
of hot, bare skin against skin breathtaking.

    Fianlly, Christie took her mouth away.  "Let's get the rest of
our clothes off, okay?"  In answer Becky reached for the blonde's
jeans and undid the top button. "One for one?" She asked huskily. 
"Oh, yeah." Christie slid her knuckles along Becky's flat stomach,
under the waistband of her shorts, and rubbed gently before working
the first button. "Do you wear panties?"  "Uh huh." Becky undid the
next one. "You?"  "No." The gentle, sliding touch over her belly,
down into the open fly of her shorts was making Becky crazy.  That
Christie didn't wear anything under her jeans was both unsurprising,
for some reason, and terribly exciting   Christie moved the zipper
of the shorts down, just a little. "I don't want to rush anything." 
Becky had gone back, momentarily, to the  full breast, bending to
love them with her mouth.  "Mmm." Christie sighed, "I realy love
that too."

    Becky was barely listening.  She coudn't get over how the
satiny skin seemed to be stretched to bursting under her hands and
mouth and yet it gave so easily.  She rubbed her face over
Christie's breasts like a cat, marking her territory and learning
the taste, scent and feel of her lover at the same time. She could
make love to Christie and then never see her again and her memory 
would always keep those sensations fresh.  She hoped, in one small
rational part of her brain, that making love with Christie would be
a continuing pleasure, but she wasn't going to worry about it. 
"Beck, come up here, I want to kiss you again." Christie brought her
face up and kissed her; slowly, hungrily, tongue taking possession
again and again.  While they kissed, Becky finished undoing
Christie's jeans and slid her  hands along the moist, creamy skin of
Christie's ass, easing the jeans down as she went.  She began
kneading the firm curves with her strong hands and Christie made a
sound deep in the back of her throat that sounded a lot like a
growl.  Christie broke the kiss, finally, and gasped, "You got ahead
of me.  No  fair!" Her hands shook as she pulled down the zipper of
Becky's shorts and yanked them down.  Suddenly Becky was laughing.
"You're so great!  Oh God, this is so great!"  Christie grinned at
her. "Yeah, and it's gonna get so much better." Christie went down to
her knees and eased the shorts off one foot and then the other.  
Then she pulled Becky's bikinis off slowly, running her tongue down
Becky's long, brown legs just ahead of the cloth.  Once the panties
were gone, she bent over and kissed Becky's knees, licking and
sucking until Becky giggled and danced away.  "Come back." Christie
ordered, "I want to kiss the backs too."  "Not until your jeans are
off." Becky came back and pulled Christie to her feet.  "Then we can
get serious."    "Do we have to?" Christie complained. "I really think
our lives are too serious already."   "Really?" Becky felt crazy. 
She felt like she could do anything that  moment and nothing would
ever hurt her for it.  She yanked the jeans down and shoved Christie
back on the bed.  Eyelet and pink checks bounced and Christie
giggled. "Come on, you butch thing."   Their laughter might have
dampened desire, in any other circumstance it would have; but for
them, it was a release of mistrust, that last little bit of
suspicion held against someone of such a different background. 
When the giggles died they looked at each other as equals and
something new, and so precious they wouldn't examine it, kindled
between them.

    "You can kiss my knees now." Becky offered generously. 
Christie's full mouth curved, almost laughing again, and she held
out her arms.  The shock of their skin coming together was like
snuggling furnaces, it was ridiculous that it should feel so good
in the heat of summer; but Becky wouldn't have ever wanted to be
anywhere but there.  Their arms around each other, pressed together
from the collision of their noses to their entwined feet, it was
where Becky had always wanted to be from her first glimpse of
Christie six years earlier on their first day at Johnson Jr. High. 
That the realization of her fantasies was everything, more, than
she'd imagined surprised her.  They rolled as they kissed, first
Christie was on top, then Becky was.  Their hands moved sensuously
over backs, sides, buttocks, thighs.  Christie was on top again and
she wiggled and pulled until Becky's knees moved apart, cradling
her between them.  At that point, Chris began kissing Becky's
throat, from  up under the dark girl's chin, down to the
collarbone.  She tongued the  soft hollow there before working her
way to one shoulder.  "You taste yummy." She murmured dreamily. 
Becky loved the weight, the heat of her lover.  She was breathing
hard and each kiss, each lick, each little nibbling bite, fanned
her arousal hotter.  "Do you know where I'm going?" Christie asked
softly as she left Becky's other shoulder to move to the space
between the small, sweet breasts.   "Yeah." Becky moaned. "Hurry."        
            
That made Christie chuckle. "Oh, no way, Babe.  It's gonna be so
slow, you're gonna die." She started to suck on one thick dark
nipple and Becky shuddered at the sudden shot of pleasure deep in
her guts.

From waagh@aol.com Sat Feb 08 15:57:58 1997
I`M NOT THE AUTHOR. I`M JUST REPOSTING.

Here's the standard disclaimer - if you are under 18 or if it is 21
where you live or if it is illegal for you to read this then don't -
Go away.  If you are offended by explicit sex, then go away.  
Otherwise, enjoy.


BECKY LOVES CHRISTIE     2/2


Becky ran her fingers into Christie's silky hair, letting the
surprisingly heavy strands slide through them like water.  Along
the scalp the hair was damp, either form the heat of the day or,
more probably, Christie's desire; but out along the ends it was
cool.  Becky brought a handful up and ran it over her face.  
Christie move lower, taking little licks and bites at Becky's  firm,
flat belly.  She would nuzzle hard, for a moment, then graze her
lips over the skin with a barely felt motion.  Becky's hips moved,
pushing up against Christie demandingly.  Christie took her time. 
The hot tickling between  Becky's legs was making her crazy.  She
couldn't get at it, Christie wasn't getting at it, she didn't know
what to do.  She was breathing in sharp, hard gasps and soon the
gasps were interspersed with moans.  She reached back and grabbed
a pillow, crushing it to her face in an effort to hold back a
scream of frustration.  Christie moved down.  She began to comb her
fingers through Becky's pubic hair, pausing in her kisses to
remark, "It's so soft.  That's so neat.  I thought
everybody's was crinkly like mine." She buried her open mouth in it
and blew gently.  The moist, heated air made Becky pull the pillow
away. "God, don't tease!"

    Christie sat up with a laugh. "Oh, Babe, teasing is what it's
all about." She ran her fingers lightly up the insides of Becky's
thighs. "That and making sure it's okay in the end.  Don't you
worry, I won't let you down."  She shifted so that Becky's legs
were forced further apart and she leaned on one arm, half across
Becky's belly.  Her wandering fingers trailed up and down Becky's
thighs.  She ignored the demanding movements of Becky's hips, her
own weight holding the other girl pretty much quiet.  "You have to
know," she said softly, her eyes on her fingers, "that doing this
to you is making me crazy too."   "Then let me at you." Becky
demanded.  Christie looked up then. "Want to?  I don't want it over
too soon." She warned.  "Nothing's gonna be over, Chris." Becky
held out her arms. "Let me show you how good I am."  Without a
word, Christie went back up into Becky's arms.

    They kissed for a while, maintaining the heat between them but
not fanning it any higher.  Then Becky bit Christie's lower lip. 
"Let me up." She said. Christie released her and watched her climb
up to her knees.  "Now," Becky ordered "On your stomach."  Christie
giggled as she turned and looked back over her shoulder at her
lover. Becky looked at the beautiful body before her and suddenly
found it hard to breathe.  Christie's skin was such a lovely color,
all peachy golden except where it faded to cream where the sun
never saw it.  Slowly Becky  reached out and ran her index finger
down Christie's backbone, from the nape of her neck where the hair
was thick and tawny, down to the nub of the backbone, just inside
the split of Christie's firm, round ass.  Then she bent over and
began licking and chewing in her finger`s path, pausing here and
there to  explore. Christie squirmed sexily at a tongue sweep just
under her shoulder blades, and Becky tried it again.  Same effect. 
She grinned to herself, saving that information for later.  A nip
at the curve of the waist brought a sharp protest and a giggle.  A
lingering swab at the hollow of the spine got a moan. Lower got
even more moans.  Becky finished the trail and the scent of
Christie's arousal was sharp in her nose.  She moved down and  began
a journey from the heel of Christie' began a journey from the heel
of Christie's foot, up.  About the time she reached the back of
Christie's knees, her lover was quivering and the moans were steady
and steadily louder.  She reached up and began massaging the
perfect cheeks, while her mouth continued its slow journey.  "Beck! 
Beck!" Chris begged, "Oh, please?"   "I thought you wanted this to
last?" Becky laughed breathlessly.  "Becky!" Christie moaned back. 
Becky sighed, she wasn't finished!  But Christie was obviously at
the end of her endurance.  She sat back up and gently turned Chris
on her back.  "Okay, Chris."  Becky eased Chris's long legs apart
and spread the labia gently with the tips of her fingers.  The
clitoris was swollen, standing  with delicate pride in its nest of
pink flesh.  Becky touched it softly and Christie jumped as if she'd
been shot.  "Hurts?" Becky whispered, in awe of its beauty.  "No. 
Never." Christie gasped.  "What about this?" Becky carefully eased
her middle finger into the wet furnace of Christie's vagina.  "How
does this feel?"   "Don't stop!" demanded the blonde. "Don't you
stop!"   "No." Becky promised.  Her finger began to move, in and
out. "I won't."

     Christie writhed at the digit's movements, her breathing hard,
in short, gasps. She tossed her head from side to side and her
hands crumpled the gingham under them.  Becky gently inserted her
forefinger too and Chris's sharp cry pleased her.  Finally she bent
and touched the bold little nub with the end of her tongue.  Salty,
musky, sweet all in one, Becky played with it; little tickling
touches, almost rough swathes, sucking, flicking, teasing it.  She
teased it until Christie stiffened and cried out and her
rhythmically moving fingers were seized in a pulsing vise.  Becky
waited until the pulsing died away and then started in again.  
"Oh, Beck!  Wait.  Don't you want..."Christie's fingers pulled
distractedly at Becky's hair.   Becky ignored them, eagerly working
for a repeat that was not  long in coming. Christie moaned and
relaxed slowly as her body recovered.   With delicate care, Becky
eased her fingers out of their tight cocoon and slowly spread the
moisture covering them across her own belly, leaving a glistening
trail.  She was desperately horny at that point, quivering with her
own need, but she managed a saucy smile to answer Christie's dazed
one.  "My turn." She whispered.

   

     Christie held out her arms and Becky fell into them.  "You're
so amazing." The blonde whispered. "I've never felt so good
before."   "Good." Becky replied smugly. "I don't want you ever to
forget  me."   Christie suddenly turned and Becky was on her back.
"Oh, don't worry about that.  Now I want to be unforgettable to
you."  She started with a long, lush kiss, exploring Becky's mouth
so thoroughly Becky knew she had no secrets there.  Slowly, Christie
moved away from Becky's mouth.  "You taste of me." Christie said
huskily, "It reminds me of what you did.  I'm gonna do that to you,
but different.  Just a little different."   Becky wasn't sure what
that meant, but she was eager to find out. She ached and each
thought of what Chris was promising sent sharp, little tickling
jolts of sensation through her belly, and down between her legs. It
was all she could do to keep from touching herself, though the
release that would give her was so good.  It was like flying, she
thought, like she was soaring and there was nothing else in the
World but her body.  She knew Chris would give her that, she hoped
Cris would give her more.   Using just the barest whisper of a
touch, Christie ran the pads of her fingers along Becky's
collarbone, to her shoulders and back.  It nearly tickled, nearly
itched.  She did it again, then let that spot to move to the other
side.  Both hands moved, so lightly they almost weren't touching,
over Becky's neck and shoulders, back and forth, in circles,
triangles,  other patterns, until Becky was mad to rub the
sensitiized skin.  She started to move her hands and Chris shook
her head. "Hang on to the spread if you have to, but don't touch." 
 The maddening patterns continued and worked their way down to 
Becky's small, perfect breasts.  There the touches caused the
nipples to  harden to crinkled points, nearly reaching
themselves for the cause of their arousal. "Chris, this is making
me crazy." Becky moaned.   "I know.  But you'll like it when I'm
through.  I promise."   She wasn't sure.  Each bare touch was like
a brand, she wanted, needed to rub it away, it seared into her
conscious and it was all she  could think of until the next touch. 
She felt on fire and she felt like she couldn't stand it.   After
a long exploration, Christie moved to Becky's waist and stomach. 
Becky could feel the muscles there contracting under the delicate
fingers.  Her whole body felt alive at that point, more alive than
it had ever been before and part of her wanted to see how far
Christie would take it.  Another part, the greater part, wanted it
to be over, wanted release from the gentle, maddening torture. 
"Chris, please... please do something."   "Not yet." Chris replied,
gently.  The fingers detoured to Becky's arms, even to the palms of
her hands, then left them to go to the feet to  begin a slow
journey back up.   Becky suddenly relized that the ache between her
legs had become a raging fire, that each itchy, tickly touch was
translating to her clitoris and as soon as she realized that, it
became the focus of all her attention.   So caught up in desire,
Becky didn't hear herself begging her lover for relief until she
was nearly shouting for it.  Her legs opened, her knees bent.  The
touches trailed fire up her thighs.  She didn't hear herself moan 
"No! Touch me! TOUCH ME!" until the sound rang in her ears.

     The fingers reached their goal and teased, touching 
everywhere but her aching, reaching nub.  Becky thrust her hips up
in demand  then again, trying to get real pressure on her needy
body.   Christie bent and sent her tongue tip to following her
fingers,  around and around where Becky most wanted the tongue to
be, never quite reaching the goal.  Becky grabbed for Christie's
hair to force the confrontation but Christie only laughed and drew
away.  Becky's moans had come to resemble sobs at that point and
finally, finally, Christie took pity on her.    It took only one,
hard swipe of the tongue across the rigid clitoris and Becky's body
exploded in orgasm.  The throbbing, tingling, all consuming
feelings surged through her, taking all her attention, demanding
it.  It didn't end there.  Christie began licking and sucking in
earnest and the first orgasm was quickly followed by another, and
another, and another,  until Becky's moans changed to pleas; her
body pleasured way past anything she could stand.   The stimulus
finally slowed and stopped and the mini explosions died away. Becky
gradually became aware of other things besides her own body.  Her
heart slowed, her breathing calmed, she blinked at the ceiling and
wondered how she would ever again feel something so wonderful.  
Christie's head was pillowed on Becky's abdomen, her fingers sliding
through the silky pubic hair.  Becky reached down and rubbed the
blonde strands across her belly into her dark skin.

     "Oh, Chris, that was so great." Becky sighed. "It was
wonderful."   "Yes." Christie didn't move. "I think so."  There was
a wistful  sound to the blonde's voice that Becky suddenly didn't
like.   "What's the matter?"   "What do you think is the matter?"
Christie sat up, turned away so Becky couldn't see her face. "That
was the greatest thing and this  might be the only time we ever do
it.  I don't want it to be the only time."   "I don't either."  
"No." Christie turned and looked into Becky's eyes.  "But we  can't
stay here and do it.  We'll be caught and our families will ruin it 
for us.  God, could you imagine the Hell that would be?"    
"Yes."
Becky could imagine it.  It would be the worst thing to ever happen
to her.  And to have it arise out of something so  wonderful would
make it worse. "I don't want that to happen, not to you or me.  But
Christie, I don't know how I could live with you here and never be
together."   "No.  Well, I won't be here."   "You're leaving?"
That gave Becky a pain like a blow.   "Yes.  My Aunt in New York is
in the modeling business; she's promised me a job if I go.  My
parents want me to stay and get married, but I can't.  I couldn't
stand that." Chris's eyes were pleading for Becky to understand.  
She did understand and she envied her lover that opportunity. She
took a deep breath and said, "Well, that would be wonderful. 
You'll be a great model, Chris."   Christie smiled. "Oh, I'm not
going to model, silly, my boobs are too big.  No it's a gofer kind
of job while I go to school.  She's going to help me with that too. 
I'm going to be an engineer."   Becky's eyes got wide. "Really? 
Wow." She knew Christie was smart, they'd both spent High School in
honors classes, but that was a field she'd never thought of. "I
wish I could go to school."   It was Christie's turn to look
startled. "What?  What about the scholarships you won?"   "What does
a girl need with college?" Becky replied bitterly. "There still
wasn't enough for four years and nobody in my family is going to
help me. They aren't even going to let me go the year I got funded." 
"I`m supported though, We could get an apartment together and
study together and always be together.  Come with me?  Please?"  
Becky saw the sincerity in Christie's eyes and swallowed.  It  would
be an irrevocable step.  Their families would never forgive them.
She imagined the conversation with her parents, "Mama, Guess what? 
I`m a dyke and I`m going to college in New York with my white girlfriend."
But it would be the best thing to ever happen to her, she knew,
except for the moment Christie sat down in front of her that
afternoon.  "What if your  Aunt finds out about us?" She asked.  
Triumph blazed in Christie's eyes. "It doesn't matter." She said as
she fell into Becky's arms. "She's like us.  Her lover works there
too.  It'll be great.  Oh, Beck, we'll be so happy."   Becky, as
they kissed, sealing the deal, thought they might be too.

   The End