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I managed to find the end to this somewhere and noted you don't have it on QZ.
Kate and Lyn
Chapter 5 - Diversions
Lyn called after eight; I was thinking she wouldn't call at all, and I
was very glad to hear her voice. We talked for a while about school, going
so far as to compare answers on our geometry homework. Finally we ran out of
immediate topics and there was a silence.
"I'm sitting here with a pillow between my legs." Lyn murmured, "Wishing
it were you."
"My mom's working in the next room, sewing." I said, hoping she would
understand how I didn't want to talk very loudly or explicitly.
"Well, Friday we'll probably spend enough time together to end up hating
each other."
I looked at the phone, as if was actually Lyn. "Never!" I said firmly.
"Besides," I added, trying to cover up my sudden insecurity, "there's
tomorrow."
Lyn sighed loudly. "Except right after school I have to run downtown to
pick up my Mom and take her to her car, then follow her home. We probably
won't be home until six. And I have a chemistry assignment like you wouldn't
believe."
I mused for a second. "Do you think we like each other because we're
both smart?"
She snorted. "I like you because you're a fox." A pause, "A very nice,
smart fox. Petable and cuddly, too."
"Oh, you." I echoed her words from the other day. "You have such a
penetrating way of expressing yourself."
She laughed. "I understand in order to graduate from college you have
to take an oral exam. You'll pass in a second." Silly schoolgirl banter, but
my nipples were hard. Why didn't the damn things grow? It wasn't for any
recent lack of stimulation!
"In order to do well," I told her, "you have to know your subject from
the bottom up." Lyn cracked up, and I was having trouble stifling my giggles.
"Hands on experience of the fundament..als." She broke the last word
obviously. "You're better at this than I am."
"Practice, practice, practice." I said, still almost laughing.
"What are friends for?" Lyn said.
I took a deep breath. "Rachael asked me after you left if we could be
friends. Not like you and I, but friends. The three of us."
"She's nice." Lyn said after a pause. "You certainly seemed to like
her. I was debating taking off my blouse to see if I could get your attention
back."
"Lyn!" I said scandalized. "It's not like that at all."
Another long pause. "And if it were?" Again I looked at the phone in
consternation. Where did Lyn come up with these questions? Could it be that
she wasn't really as sure of herself as she seemed to be? Was Lyn as
confused, maybe, as me?
I didn't care if my mother was listening; she had the sewing machine
running, anyway. "Lyn, there's no one on earth I care as much about as you.
Now and always."
"Always is a long time," She said, then laughed. "But I'm happy with
now. We're too serious, you and I. Both of us need to lighten up. Rachael's
nice, and let's face it, neither of us have enough friends to want to chuck
a volunteer away." I heard another voice in the distance on Lyn's end.
"Coming, mom!" and Lyn spoke to me again. "We had a late dinner, and I got
volunteered for dishes. If you have a minute after school tomorrow, stop by
my locker."
I agreed, and we hung up. I took the phone downstairs, and went back and
laid on my bed, trying to read Silas Marner. For whatever reason, the
mundaneness of the people's lives fascinated me, so simple and uncomplicated.
I read about half of the story, stopped, and went back and reread part of it.
Maybe I was missing something important. Maybe their lives weren't mundane?
Could their emotions and circumstances be as tangled as mine and Lyn's?
Didn't hardly seem possible; but then, they were people too, right? What were
their hopes and dreams? Fears? I was learning about fears.
I reread more of the story, looking for hidden agendas, secrets. Well,
Elliot was a clever dude, I thought. They were there in aplenty, I'd just
never thought to look for them. Was that the point? Mildly curious I read
the part in the start of the book about the author. He was a she? A pen
name? I fell asleep, wondering about it and everything else of this week.
Nothing was as it seemed.
That night I dreamed Lyn, Rachael and I were walking down the street,
three abreast. I couldn't remember who was where, but I remember walking past
a place where the sidewalk was narrow, and we had to go single file. On the
other side, Rachael ended up between us, and we had our arms around each
other. We walked like that for a little ways, and I remember her hand sliding
up and cupping my breast.
I was surprised, and turned to her to say something, to see her other
hand around Lyn, the same as me. "The Three Musketeers," Rachael said, "All
for one and one for all." Her fingers were playing with my nipple tip, hard
against her touch.
Rachael looked at me seriously. "I want to be your and Lyn's friend.
I don't want to come between you, though. Just at the same time." We all
three laughed, and I could see that Lyn's hand had moved to touch Rachael's
breast in turn, so I did the same thing. Rachael's nipples were very
different from Lyn's or mine, small and hard.
I awoke, feeling like I'd really been there, that it had really happened.
I debated rolling over and going back to sleep, but I was too hot and I wanted
to come very much.
I moved my hand between my legs, and started gently rubbing circles on
my clit, wishing Lyn was there to do it for me; her tongue felt much better
than my fingers. I let out a small groan; hard to believe I hadn't done this
for two days! I missed it so much! I moved my fingers faster and faster on
my clit, using the growing moisture to make it feel much better. I couldn't
lay still, I twisted my head from side to side, making guttural noises of want
and desire, bucking my hips up against my probing fingers; finally startling
myself as to the volume. I stifled my next groan, and the next, but when I
put two fingers inside me, I thought the windows rattled.
I rolled over on my stomach, pressing the pillow between my legs like I
remembered Lyn talking about. It was nice, but not nice enough. The rough
feel of the sheets on my nipples also accentuated my pleasure. I had a very,
very, hard time falling asleep.
Thursday when I woke I wasn't feeling nearly as chipper as I'd felt the
morning before, and I felt logy, even after my shower. And, when I'd been
running the washrag over my breasts, I'd been thinking about Rachael, and that
in a few hours I'd be seeing her in PE. Like Tuesday, I was suddenly afraid
I was going to completely lose my cool in the locker room.
Clothes for this morning, were easily the most complicated decision yet.
Lyn didn't dislike dresses; but she always made a sarcastic comment about it
when I wore one. I ran my hands over my brown velvet corduroy jeans, and
grinned. They were for Friday; no doubt about it. I had a cord blouse too,
tan and soft and furry. Thinking about how Lyn was going to take them off
left me weak-kneed and with damp panties.
What might Rachael like? The question had nagged at me all night; I'd
kept telling myself it wasn't important, nothing was going to happen. But in
the early morning hours, looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't so sure.
I went for austerity; a plain black skirt, knee length, and black panty hose
I had a sky blue blouse, and I picked that and a gold choker necklace I'd
gotten two years ago on my birthday.
Ostentatious austerity, I thought looking at myself in the mirror. I ran
my hands over my breasts. I wished they were larger! Like Lyn's even; and
Rachael's were perfect! All I had were tiny nubbins and while sensitive, I
didn't think they were ever going to attract anyone at all. I wasn't sure why
I wanted to appeal to Rachael; what if we made love? That thought made me
feel every bit as excited as when I thought about Lyn.
Was I being unfaithful? I thought about Lyn, wishing I could talk to
her, tell her I loved her and show her how much. Rachael was different: I
couldn't say how or why, but it was like eating apples and oranges. Both
yummy, both nice. But different. Is it unfair to oranges if you like apples
too? I was so confused. Lyn was an orange, I thought, soft and yummy sweet
and delicious. Rachael, firm and hard. Tart, I thought, sharp, maybe; tart
had other meanings that didn't fit Rachael.
In English that morning, I glanced at Rachael, who smiled back. She was
wearing, I was surprised to see, a black dress too, very long, almost midway
between her knees and ankles, but no stockings. Her dress was beautiful,
embroidered with all sorts of colorful flowers, blues and yellows and reds and
greens.
After class we met outside, and walked towards PE, quickly, because it
was a ways. "I love your dress," I told her.
"I embroidered it myself." She said, eyes sparkling. "I love flowers."
"It's so plain....yet so elegant." I told her, "It looks like it came
out of a fashion magazine." She grinned at me, obviously pleased.
"Where's Lyn?" She asked.
"Sophomore's have more important things to do than PE" I told her,
"Health. State Government."
She made a face. "First I had a class in Texas government; you had to
pass it to get to high school. Now I need to learn Arizona Government, you
need it to graduate from high school." She shook her head. "I wish they
could make up their minds."
"Men!" I snorted, half in jest.
I saw Rachael look at me with a curious expression on her face; I tried
very hard not to blush. I don't know if I was entirely successful, but at
least I didn't feel warm and flushed like usual.
In the locker room when I was taking off my clothes, I stood at an angle
to my locker, rather than front on; Rachael, I could see easily, had done the
same thing; she facing me, and I facing her. There was no time to dwell on
things, but when Judy Gray brushed past me on the way out, she glanced down
at my breasts, covered only by my halter top.
"Damn cold in here this morning, isn't it?" I glanced down myself, and
saw my erect nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric of the halter.
It was cold; the air conditioning seemed to have been left on overnight in the
locker room, but I knew that wasn't why my nipples were hard. I hastily
donned my t-shirt and shorts, and assembled outside with the others for
another hour of futile basketball practice.
There were a half dozen girls who were any good, and they always formed
into a team; playing against them was humiliating at the best of times. Today
was no different; my team got beat a million to one, or some ridiculous score.
Afterwards, the coach told Rachael to take the equipment back to the store
room, and having nothing better to do, I helped her gather the balls and stuff
them in the big net carry bag.
We got to the showers a few minutes after everyone else, they were mostly
done; a minute later we were alone. I thought Rachael took extra time soaping
between her legs; and her nipples were as erect as mine. She saw me looking
at her and grinned. "At least today I get to see you, too." Her voice was
very soft.
"Not much to see," I said, running my soapy fingers over my breasts
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