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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 5) [f, Solo, Implied f/f]
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Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2006 09:10:03 -0500
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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Chapter 5: Interlude, Jane's Story

"I'm telling you, it's like the fucking twilight zone
here."  

Jane leaned back in her chair as she listened to Cat
complain.  This wasn't anything new, Cat tended to
complain a lot, but Jane didn't mind.  She actually
enjoyed listening to it quite a bit.  She knew that
she was the only person Cat felt comfortable
complaining to, that made it even more worth while.

Jane's finger moved over her thin t-shirt as she
listened, other people might have called it whining,
but to Jane it was almost musical.  

Jane's fingertip traced the outline of her right
nipple, causing it to respond immediately, poking up
against the cotton.  

"Umhm."  Jane murmured in reply, her mind only
partially on the conversation.  The rest of her mind
was fixated on imagining what Cat looked like while
laying on her bed talking on the telephone.   

"I don't know what the hell is going on."  Cat
repeated into the telephone receiver.  "I'm seriously
thinking about checking all the closets for those body
snatcher things."

"Pods." Jane absently replied.

Cat used her free hand to scratch the top of her head;
she wasn't really listening to the conversation
though.  "What?"

"Pods."  Jane repeated.  "They're called pods.  Body
snatcher pods."

"Whatever.  I know, she's always been weird.  But
tonight she was actually nice."  Cat said
incredulously.  "She didn't even give me the usual
riot when I was late for dinner."

"Maybe she's just having an off day?"  Jane commented,
not really seeing anything to be excited about.

"I'm telling you, it's fucking scary."  Cat stifled a
yawn as she listened to the reply from the other end
of the phone.  She went to say something, but was
distracted by the faint sound of a knock at her door.

"Umm.  Someone's at the door.  It's probably the pod
people come to brainwash me.  Got to go. "Without
waiting for a reply, Cat quickly hung up the phone and
rolled over to look at the door.

"Good..."  Jane started to say, but Cat had hung up
before she could even finish.

"Night."  She said into the disconnected phone line. 
Her voice felt pained even to herself, but she pushed
the thought away.

She looked at the phone for a moment and then exhaled
a heavy sigh.  She hung up the phone and leaned back
in her seat a bit.  It was a big oversized desk chair
and when she pulled back in it far enough it felt just
like castle walls surrounding her, keeping her safe,
keeping her thoughts to herself.

She felt removed from herself here, removed from
everything.  Like nothing else mattered except what
was going on in her mind.  And to her, that was the
most important of all.

All during her conversation with Cat, her free hand
had been nestled in her lap.  It was too short a
conversation for anything but the smallest of touches.
 She smiled wistfully as she thought about a past
conversation or two.  Arching her back slightly as she
let her fingers move a few more strokes.

She brought her fingers up to her face and looked at
them for a moment, watching the evaporating wetness
that covered them.  She closed her eyes as she
delicately traced her fingers across her mouth.  She
could smell herself but fought the urge to lick her
lips.

The urge continued to grow, within seconds it was
gnawing at her resolve, nibbling off the edges.  When
she couldn't take it any longer and let the tip of her
tongue move across her lips.

"Mmmm."  She moaned lightly.  She always loved the way
she tasted.  She slipped a finger slowly into her
mouth and started to lick it clean.  Enjoying the
taste of it, like it was some fine wine.

A thought flashed through her mind, uncontrollably. 
"I wonder if Cat tastes like this...."

She beat back the thought just as fast as it had raced
into her mind.  Her cheeks grew warm with
embarrassment even though there was no one around to
see her.  Her eyes glanced around her bedroom, as if
she was double checking that she was really alone.  

Satisfied that she was still entirely alone, she
relaxed into the seat again.  Leaning her head back
and relaxing her mind fully, letting the thoughts come
back to her.

"I bet Cat would like the way I taste too...."  She
smiled to herself as she sucked her other fingers
clean.  The thought still made her blush, but it was a
warm sort of feeling that accented the senses in her
body.

This was all Jane's secret.  Cat didn't know what Jane
did while they had their semi-regular evening
conversations.  To Jane it didn't matter what they
talked about, just hearing Cat's voice was enough.

She lifted her leg and placed it over the arm rest of
her chair, spreading her legs wantonly.  She reached
down and slipped her fingers back under the waistband
of her panties, teasing herself.  

She felt the urge to just plunge her fingers in, to
give in to the urges, to satisfy herself.  She fought
it back, forcing her anticipation to build.  She knew
that the longer she waited, the more she'd crave the
release, and the more she'd enjoy the moment.  But,
most importantly, she only wanted that moment when
something specific was in her mind.

The tips of her fingers touched hair and slowly
wiggled into it.  Her bush was thick and curly and
seemed to fight off the intrusion.  It was like yet
another wall, guarding her most sensitive spots and
thoughts.

In her mind she fixed on a moment, a past chance where
it seemed a dozen different futures sprawled in front
of her.  All she had to do was make a choice and take
the risk to pick one.  At the time she didn't, too
frightened to step out on any of the paths.

But in her imagination she was free to pick one. 
Explore it.  She knew it was nothing more than fantasy
and it would fade the moment she opened her eyes.  But
she thought if she did this, if she was better
prepared, that should the moment come again, she'd be
ready then.

It was the trip back from Ms. Weiser's annual class
expedition to the art museum.  A trip where the new
age whacko always ranted about how important it was to
find themselves, being inspired and all these lofty
goals that seemed just too vague and insubstantial to
mean anything to the majority of the teenage minds in
her charge.

Unlike the rest of her classmates, Jane had found
something that afternoon, but she didn't think it was
what Ms. Weiser had in mind.  

As her mind recounted the events, she slipped her
fingers further, deep in the jungle of hair now. 
Tantalizingly close.

Cat had been grumpy and cranky all morning.  This was
just the sort of event that Cat always had a problem
with, a chance to act up and rebel.  This one was
particularly worse than usual, she even managed to
annoy Brandy enough to send her off in a huff.  

These moments weren't important though, only in the
fact that it left Cat and Jane alone together.  

Jane could feel her need building, causing her to fast
forward her memory to what was important.

The ride back on the bus, just Cat and herself.  The
slow rhythm of the bus on the highway, up and down, up
and down, a smooth momentum forward.  The background
noise of other students and Cat slowly nodding off. 
Then she was asleep, her head laying on Jane's
shoulder.  Comfortable.  Warm.  Perfect.

Jane just sat there, watching her sleeping friend. 
She couldn't see Cat's face, but she could feel her
breath on her neck.  She could tell she was asleep,
but Jane had never been more awake than at the moment.
 The world fell away, there was nothing but Cat and
herself.  She was acutely aware of everything about
Cat, but totally removed from the rest of the world.

In that one moment, everything was perfect. 
Everything seemed to make sense.  All of Jane's
confusions, loneliness, regrets, they all seemed to
melt away.  All the problems she thought she'd have to
deal with later all disappeared, meaningless.  In that
one moment, nothing else mattered.  Just the sleeping
friend next to her, the sleeping friend that she
wanted to be so much more.

Then Cat stirred and for one mind numbingly painful
second, it seemed that the moment was broken.  That
Cat would sit up, complain about something, and it
would all be gone.  But she didn't.  Instead Cat's
head nuzzled slightly closer and her hand...  her hand
moved.  Her hand landed on Jane's thigh, clutching her
closer.

Still lost in her memory, Jane thrust a finger deeper,
touching her clit in a much more direct fashion.  Her
pulse racing at the sudden touch, mimicking the rush
of blood that she felt when Cat had touched her.

Jane wanted to put her arm around her friend.  She
wanted to confess her innermost thoughts.  Wanted to
tell her that this moment could be just the start of
many more moments.  

But Jane did nothing.  She just sat.

Jane pushed her finger deeper, roughly running the
length of it against her clit.  Curving her finger
into herself as her thumb came to rest on her clit. 
She rocked her finger in and out of herself in slow
movements, her thumb grazing her clit with each
thrust.

Her mind picked one of the paths she had envisioned
and her imagination started unrolling it in front of
her.  All sense of reality was lost as she turned her
to kiss Cat's ear.  Whispering "I love you" to her
just waking friend. Her hand reaching down to Cat's
hand, not removing it, just holding it against her own
thigh.

Cat's eyes opened slowly, dreamily.  Her mouth smiling
up at Jane.  And the words that Jane longed to hear
slipped from between those pink lips.

"I love you too."

Jane thrust a second finger into herself now, her hand
starting to move faster.  Her breathing rocked and
shaked as she slumped in her seat.  

In her imagination, Jane had no other reply to this
than but to lean in closer.  Kissing Cat's lips
lightly.  Not pushing her, not full of lust.  Just the
softest of kisses, one that she felt encompassed all
her thoughts, dreams, and needs.  In her lap, her hand
clutched Cat's, pulling it higher up her thigh. 
Holding it close to herself, to her heat.  To show her
willing submission to anything that Cat might want of
her.  To show her what Cat's presence did to her.

Back in her room, Jane felt the orgasm begin to crest
in her mind.  At first she fought back the urge to
moan out, but then just let it go, just a soft whimper
of pleasure now.  Her other hand reaching down to cup
her hand close to herself.  All the while imagining
that it was Cat's hand she was clutching.

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