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Subject: {ASSM} Looking Through The Lens Ch.02 Pt. 1/2 (rom)
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A new long story.  Check out my asstr web page for the latest.

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   Looking Through the Lens By Ryan Sylander
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   Chapter 2

   Part One of Two

   I spent a few melancholy mornings on the pier trying to recapture the
feeling of fishing with my friend.  But it was more depressing than
therapeutic, even though suddenly I was catching three times as many fish
as when she was with me.  After a while I realized I was hoping to see her
walking down the deck, even though she was gone.  Eventually I stopped
going to the pier.

   Julie and Lara tried to hang out with me, but I wasn't much in the mood
for wild water games.  They kept their distance after a few rejections. 
Mostly I played my guitar and lay low for two or three days, wondering if
there was a way to find out her name.  I could go into Martin's and ask
around, but felt a bit weird about that.  But what would knowing her name
help?  So I resigned myself to the situation, and just reminisced and
self-pitied.

   A few nights after she left, there was a knock on my door.  Lara came
into my room.  I was on my bed picking on my guitar.

   "C'mon, get up.  You've been playing that thing all day," said Lara.

   "So what."

   "We're going out."

   "Out?  Where?"

   "Somewhere, anywhere.  C'mon!"

   I didn't want to move, but I thought getting out would help my lonely
feelings go away for a while.  I sat there for a few moments.

   "Alright.  Lemme put on some clothes, I'll be right out."

   A few minutes later I was ready, and Lara pulled me out the porch and
onto the beach.  We started off towards town.  Lara was walking fast.  When
we headed off down the path to the pier, I had a feeling I knew how the
night was going to end up.

   Sure enough, when we reached the gazebo, I heard familiar voices.

   "What took so long?" asked Julie.

   "Matt was being a lazy-ass," said Lara.

   "Hi Julie," I said.

   "Hi Matt.  Have some Jack."

   I took the mostly full bottle from Julie's outstretched hand, and took a
good swig.  I passed the bottle to James, who was sitting on the top of the
bench.

   Being on the pier and buzzed was a bad mix, and after a while I was
feeling depressed about the situation with the pier girl.  Was she going to
tell me she was leaving if I hadn't asked?  Maybe she was not really gone,
maybe she just didn't want to hang out anymore.  More than a few thoughts
of rejection went through my head as I stared off.

   "We're going to walk to the end of the pier," announced Lara.  "Are you
coming?" she asked me.  She shrieked.  "James, quit it!"

   "Nah, I'll stay here," I slurred.  Evidently James had tickled her.  I
wasn't sure if I should walk down a narrow pier just then, given my state.

   "Alright, we'll be back soon."

   James and Lara walked off, and to my surprise instead of going with
them, Julie scooted over next to me, propping her legs up on the bench.

   "You're quiet tonight," she said, looking at her hands.

   "I guess.  Just one of those quiet moods."

   There was a period of silence.

   "Are you mad at me?" she asked.

   "Mad at you?  No, why would you say that?"

   "Well, I thought we were having a good time the last week," she said
slowly, "and then the last few days you went away.  You seem to be ignoring
me."

   I took a breath and thought about it.  Was she right?  I had been
avoiding hanging out and hadn't considered her feelings.  But I wasn't sure
what to say.  Somehow I knew telling her about the pier girl would be the
wrong approach.

   "No, Julie.  I was just in a funk.  Still am.  Nothing about you.  I've
been having a good time, really." My words sounded muddy.  When she didn't
say anything, I went on.

   "I'm sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring you.  I was just deep in
thought."

   "About what?"

   About what?  What could I possibly be moody about, being fourteen and on
vacation at the beach?  I thought for a second, but I could only think of
the pier girl.

   "I don't know," I said at last.  "I'm sorry I'm such a downer though."

   "No you're not.  I've had a lot of fun with you this summer," she said,
looking up at me with big eyes.

   I looked at her through the slight fog of the whiskey.  She held my
gaze.

   "I have too," I said quietly.

   Neither of us looked away for what seemed like a minute.  Suddenly we
both leaned in and I kissed her softly.  She eagerly returned the kiss. 
Her lips parted slightly and I felt her tongue tentatively touch mine as we
moved closer.  The kiss gradually got more heated until we broke off,
breathing hard.

   "I was hoping you'd do that," she said, her eyes dancing in the dim
light of the shore houses.

   For lack of anything to say, I pulled her close and kissed her again.

   A while later, we heard Lara and James coming back, so we untangled
ourselves and got up to stretch.  My lips were tired from the kissing, but
it had been incredibly sweet, so I didn't mind.  We didn't go beyond heavy
kissing and a bit of tame groping, but I was very aroused.  I was in a much
better mood, although I still had something missing inside me.

   "We thought you fell off," I said.

   "Nah, just talking," said James quickly.  I couldn't tell in the light,
but his shirt looked skewed and Lara's hair was looking a touch wilder than
when they had left us.  I had a feeling they had been having their own lip
battle.

   "Is there anything left in the bottle?" asked Lara.

   "Yeah, here," I said, passing her the whiskey.  I was done for the
night. Lara took a swig, and gave Julie a long look, which she returned.  I
thought I saw a slight nod from each of them, but I was drunk and wasn't
sure.

   "We should head back," said Lara, cheerily.  "It's getting late."

   James said his goodbyes at the turn off to his house.  Julie, Lara and I
stumbled down the beach.  I had my arm around each girl's waist, and
between our six legs we managed the walk along the beach well enough.  We
were being quite noisy, though no one was out at this hour.

   When we got to the house, fortunately no one was home yet.  I shared a
private smile with Julie before she went into Lara's room.  I wished I
could have gotten one more kiss, but I wasn't bold enough to kiss her in
front of my sister.

   I thought about the pier girl and about Julie for a long while before I
passed out into a deep sleep.

   Julie and Lara were hanging out in the ocean the next day, working off
their hangovers.  I waded out to join them, and Julie and I shared a
private smile.

   "So James asked about our parents last night," Lara said.

   "So you really were talking," I said with a smirk.

   "Of course we were, what did you think we were doing?  Swapping tongues
like you and Julie?" said Lara.  Julie turned bright red, and I felt my
face heating up too.

   "Lara, we, we..." said Julie.

   "So what did he say?" I asked quickly, returning to the subject at hand.

   "He thought it was cool.  He kind of figured it out by watching.  He was
confused about our names though."

   "Yeah, I suppose he would be."

   Lara and I had been born Lara Jackson and Matt Birch.  After our father
had died, our mothers combined our last names to Jackson-Birch.  They
wanted us as siblings to have the same last name, to keep our family bond.

   "Speaking of..." said Julie, looking at the shore.  James was walking
down the sand.  He tossed his towel aside and waded in.  James was a good
looking guy, and I could see why Lara was interested in him.  He looked
like he worked out enough to keep in shape, and he had a sharp-cut Scottish
face, which showed no signs of a night of heavy drinking.

   "Hey, you are a sorry looking lot," he said.  Lara splashed him in
answer.

   The four of us lounged in the waves, no one really with much energy to
do anything but float and occasionally comment on something.  After a
while, Lara and James floated away from us.

   "Sorry about that before.  She was kissing with James too," Julie said.

   "I figured as much," I said.  There was a few moments of quiet as we
watched Lara and James.  I didn't feel as comfortable with Julie in the
light of the day as I had last night under the influence of the whiskey.

   "So what's the plan for today?" I asked, moving away from the suddenly
uncomfortable subject of last night's kissing.

   "We thought maybe another bike ride.  After lunch I have to check in on
the house I'm house-sitting for, but after that we can go."

   "That sounds good."

   There was another stretch of silence as my brain searched for something
to say.  All I could think about was that I had nothing to say.  I started
wishing I had stayed in bed.

   The next twenty minutes went by like molasses, as I desperately tried to
keep a conversation going.  By the time my Mom came out and called out
lunch, I felt like an idiot.  As we walked out onto the sand, Julie seemed
as cheery as ever, but to me the events of the night before seemed to be
slipping away like the seawater off her smooth body.

   By the time we went out on the bike ride, I had come to the conclusion
that last night was just a fluke and that Julie thought I was an idiot. 
Seeing her and Lara confer in quiet tones and then giggle a few times
during lunch didn't help either.

   I knew it wasn't my day when my bike developed a flat tire a few miles
from the house.  I called out ahead to the others as I slowed to the side
of the road.

   "Must have rode over a thorn or a tack," I said, examining the tire.

   "What should we do?" asked Julie.

   They stood around on the bikes as I checked the tire.  I'm not sure what
I expected to do without a pump, but I didn't know what else to do besides
stare at the tire glumly.

   "We'll ride back and have Aunt Beth come back and pick you up," said
Lara.

   "Alright.  I guess I'll wait over there in the shade," I said, pointing
up the road to a stand of bushes and trees that offered a cool place to
sit.

   "We'll be back in a while."

   Lara and James rode off.  I felt my heart sink when I saw Julie was
staying behind.  Great, another half-hour of torturous silence, I thought.
She climbed off her bike and came over to where I was still pretending to
examine the tire.

   "Do you mind if I wait here with you?" she asked shyly.

   "No, that's cool," I said.  "Thanks," I added.

   I stood up and started pushing my bike towards the shady area.  Julie
got her bike and followed.  She sat down right next to me.  "I can't
believe I got a flat.  This sucks," I said.

   "I don't think it's that bad," she said, looking at me coyly.  I looked
at her for a second.

   "Sorry, I didn't mean that, I meant my tire getting flat," I said
quickly.

   "Maybe it was meant to happen."

   I was surprised to feel her head lean against my shoulder.

   "Maybe.  You didn't have to wait here with me."

   "I wanted to."

   We sat in quiet for a minute, my head a confusion of thoughts.

   "I think when we get back to town I'll go in and..."

   I stopped when I felt her lips on my neck.  A wave of relief flooded
over me.

   I turned to her and kissed her gently.  All the stupid thoughts in my
head disappeared.  An approaching car broke us out of our embrace.

   "I've wanted to do that all day," she said, her eyes dreamy.

   "So you poked a hole in my tire before we left?" I asked teasingly,
tickling her.

   "No!" she squeaked as she squirmed away from my hands.  She tried to
turn and move away, but I kept an arm around her waist.

   "Matt!  No fair!" she said, laughing uncontrollably.  She started
tickling me back.  I'm fairly ticklish, and in the heat of the moment I
grabbed her arms and pushed her onto her back, pinning her down with my leg
and body.  Our faces ended up a few inches apart.  She continued her
struggles half-heartedly for a few moments, before giving up and looking at
me, breathing heavily.

   I kissed her hard.  I could feel her smooth legs against mine, the rise
and fall of her chest.  Our arousal grew as we kissed passionately, slowly
moving against each other.

   A passing car horn scared the crap out of us.  We jumped up, staring
after the station wagon.  Neither of us recognized the car, so it was
probably some smart-ass who thought we were having too good a time.  And
they were probably right, considering we were on the side of the road.

   "Sorry, I got carried away," I said.

   "I liked it," said Julie.  She gave me a lusty look and wrapped her arms
around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss.  When she tried to pull
me back to the grass, I broke away from her lips.

   "Maybe we should wait, or something," I said, "I mean someone might
drive by again and see us."

   "So what?" She flitted her tongue into my mouth teasingly.

   "So, it might be my aunt next time."

   "Let's go behind the bushes then," she said, a wild look in her eyes.

   "I don't know, they could be here any minute."

   I looked at her.

   "When we get back we'll figure something out," I said.  I had no idea
what, but it seemed to mollify her.  We kissed gently and more carefully,
keeping watch for cars, until Melissa arrived to pick us up.  I silently
breathed a sigh of relief that my Mom hadn't driven by when we were on the
ground.

   Julie held my hand quietly in the back the whole ride home, and if my
Mom noticed, she didn't show it.

   When we got back to the house, Julie had a hungry look in her eyes. 
Lara and James were getting ready to go swim and asked if we wanted to join
them, but I wanted to find somewhere to be with Julie alone.  I wasn't sure
if there was anywhere that wasn't obvious, though.  Retreating to my room
seemed impossible with all the adults around.

   I took Julie outside to the beach and looked around.  Besides some beach
grass here and there, there wasn't much to offer any privacy.  I couldn't
think of anyplace to go.  The pier offered no shelter in the daylight.  I
made a mental note to find some secluded areas within walking distance of
the house.

   "Where are we going?" she asked.

   "I don't know."

   "How about your room?"

   "My aunt and parents are inside."

   "We'll be quiet."

   I thought for a second.  Who would have thought this had to be so
difficult?  Maybe it didn't have to be.

   "You go in first, and if it's clear, go in my room.  Then after a few
minutes I'll come in," I said.  I winced at the childishness of the
situation.

   Julie practically ran inside.

   "Slow down!" I whispered to Julie, and to the butterflies in my stomach.

   A little while later I went inside.  My parents and Beth were on the
porch chatting.  No one seemed to notice me, so I walked down the hall and
into my room, breathing a sigh of relief when I locked the door.

   Julie wasn't there.

   "Julie?" I said quietly.

   The folding closet doors spread open and Julie came out into the room.

   "I didn't know if it was going to be your aunt."

   Suddenly I laughed, a bit loudly.

   "Shh...!  What's so funny?" asked Julie.

   "We're like five-year-olds, sneaking around," I said.

   "Well, no one knows we're here," she said.

   "We have to be quiet, the porch is right out there," I said, pointing.

   "OK, no more talking then."

   Julie came up and wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me
passionately.  I pulled her into me and let my hands caress her back.  Our
kissing grew more intense.  She let out a slight moan as I pressed my
tongue into her mouth.

   I quickly started getting aroused.  Her chest was pressed into mine and
I could feel her hard nipples against my skin.  I was a little
self-conscious about having Julie feel my growing erection, so I loosened
my embrace and stepped back to sit on the bed.  I thought she would sit
next to me, but to my surprise she straddled my lap and resumed our heated
kiss.  Any chance of not having her notice it now was gone as she planted
herself firmly down on my pelvis.

   While I was kissing Julie I was partly in disbelief.  Here I was in my
room, making out with an admittedly sexy girl, when just yesterday I was
sulking over the pier girl.  It was all happening too fast, and I could
barely register the intense feelings of pleasure that I felt as we kissed.

   At the same time, a corner of my brain was still thinking survival, and
after what seemed like an hour of kissing I thought we should probably
return to the beach to avoid any suspicion.  I didn't know what my parents
would think if they knew what was going on, but I didn't want to find out
if I could avoid it.

   "We should go back out.  It's been fifteen minutes," I said, breathing a
bit hard.

   "Really, you were timing it?"

   "No!  I just happened to look at my clock when I came in."

   "I was just kidding," she said, with a laugh.

   We gathered ourselves together, and decided I would go out first, and
make sure everything was clear.  Then I would wave Julie out.  That
five-year-old feeling returned again as I opened the door and looked out.
Everything was the same, so Julie followed me out to the kitchen.  The
adults were still on the porch.

   "Go out and I'll meet you on the beach," I said.  Julie pulled me to her
and kissed me.  I struggled for a second before pulling away.

   "Quit it!  They could see us!" I whispered, but had to laugh when I saw
the look in Julie's eyes.  She gave me a wink as she walked out to the
porch.  I watched her firm legs, thinking that I could get used to this.

   For the rest of the day Julie seemed to be testing the boundaries of how
close to the adults she would kiss me.  In the hallway with the adults
right around the corner in the kitchen, in the bathroom with the door wide
open, and out on the porch were just a few of the places she grabbed me for
a quick, but hot kiss.  Finally when she slipped me the tongue in the
kitchen right behind Sarah, who was making dinner, I pushed her quietly but
urgently towards my room.

   "Are you crazy!?" I said, as I shut the door behind us.  She just stood
there smiling at me.

   The next thing I knew we were on the bed, groping and kissing heatedly.
The teasing had gotten us both worked up, and suddenly the dam broke. 
Julie was on top of me, moaning softly and grinding her hips against mine
while she tried to put her tongue down my throat.  I worked my hands over
her jean cutoff shorts and across her thighs.

   It was hard to believe what was going on.  She had always been Lara's
friend in Montauk, and until this year I had never thought of her as
anything but that.  And now she was here in my bed as hot as could be.  Had
I missed something?  Part of me was in ecstasy over the feelings her mouth
and body were giving me, while another part of me wondered what had gotten
into her.  And could I keep up with it?

   I decided to enjoy the pleasure and worry about everything else later.

   Julie pulled at my shirt, so I sat up and let her remove it.  She pushed
me back down on the bed.  She rubbed her hands over my chest, before
returning to kissing me.  I decided to see what would happen if I started
lifting Julie's tank top.  She felt what I was doing and raised up,
grabbing the hem and peeling it off smoothly.  She threw it across the room
onto my desk.

   I'd seen Julie in a bikini top all week, and while it was attractive on
the beach, it was a whole different level of arousal when she was on top of
me taking off her shirt.

   When she came back down I could feel her hard nipples against my chest.
I fumbled with the strings that tied her bathing suit, and finally got them
loose.  I had just untied the knot around her neck, when I heard "Lara! 
Matt, Julie!  Dinner!" called out on the porch.

   Julie looked up.

   "Crap," I said, "we need to go eat."

   "No," she said, "let's stay here."

   "We can't, they won't eat without us."

   "They may think we went for a walk.  They won't find us."

   She leaned down and kissed me again.  I kissed back, not wanting to go
either.

   As if in answer to her statement, there was a knock on my door.  My
heart was already racing, but it sped up a significant amount when I heard
that knock.

   "What?" I said, trying to keep my voice normal.

   "Dinner time," said Sarah.  "Have you seen Lara or Julie?"

   "Um, no."

   "OK, come and eat, sweetie."

   For a brief second, neither of us moved.  Then there was a flurry of
activity as Julie jumped up.  I started to get up, but was mesmerized by
the sight of her breasts bouncing freely as she quickly put on her tank
top.

   "Here," I said, holding out the bikini she had left on my chest.

   "Just hide it," she said, tossing me my shirt.  She fixed her hair in
the mirror.

   I put the bathing suit under my pillow, and quickly put on my shirt. 
Now what?  If everyone was seated for dinner, or in the kitchen, they would
easily see Julie and I come down the hallway together.

   "Wait here," I said.

   I peeked out into the hallway.  I could hear Melissa and Beth in the
kitchen.  I went back into my room.  Julie stood there expectantly.  She
looked incredible, in her cutoffs and tank top.  Her nipples clearly were
still hard.  I was too, for that matter.

   "Everyone is out there," I said, trying to figure out what to do.

   "Let's just walk out separately," Julie offered nonchalantly.

   "My parents would freak."

   "I don't think so, they're cool."

   "I don't know.  I'd rather not."

   "I can say I was in Lara's room."

   "No, her door is open."

   I looked around for an answer.

   "I'll go out the window," Julie said.

   "What?  It's like seven or eight feet down." The house was on a bit of a
slope, so my bedroom windows were not at ground level.

   "I'll be fine, give me a hand."

   "I don't think that's a good idea," I protested.

   "It's either that or we walk out through the door." I looked at her for
a moment, considering the options.  It was either risk an injury from the
jump, or face the embarrassment of walking out to the kitchen together.

   I opened the window and pushed up the screen.  There was nothing under
the window, luckily.  Julie stuck her leg out, and then leaned over and
kissed me hard for a few moments.  Then she smoothly slipped her body
through so she was straddling the sill.  With some help from me, she
managed to get her other leg out, and jump down.

   "Ow!" I heard, as she landed with a dull thump.  I looked out.

   "Are you alright?" I asked.  She was standing there holding her forearm.

   "Yeah, just scraped it on the screen," she said, showing me a 5-inch
scrape from on her arm from her wrist.  She looked up and smiled at me.

   "I'm fine, see you at dinner," she said, walking up to the road.

   I looked at her, wishing she was still in my room.
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