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From: waagh@aol.com (Waagh)
Subject: Repost-Becky loves Christie f/f  1/2

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.


     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.

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