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Subject: Repost-Becky loves Christie f/f 2/2



    "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.

    Becky ran her fingers into Christie's silky hair, letting the
surprizingly 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

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