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Susan & Becky
By Jonathan Dzoba



My Dearest Jonathan, 


Tuesday, June 11th 

Well, the first week here has been exciting. Because I was a week late
in getting here, the counselers had set everyone up in their cabins and
they just fit. So I ended up in a cabin by myself. I was busy enough
meeting new people the first two days and just getting settled in so I
didn't notice it much. The orchestra is great. I think we've sight read
more in the first two days than I've done all year at school. Anyway,
our first concert is set up for this weekend, so we do a lot of
practicing. About four hours a day, in fact. The rest of the day is
personal practice time, meals, small groups, sectionals, and play time.
The lake is beautiful and the weather warm. I've been swimming twice.
No, no guys have made any advances to me. I do miss you. And I do love
you. I'll dream about you tonight in many ways. 



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Monday, June 17th 

Sorry I haven't written in so long. I promised I'd write every day, but
I'm so busy up here. I hope you forgive me. I did end up with a roomate.
Another girl showed up a week late and so she and I are sharing the
cabin. She's real nice. An oboe player. Kind of crazy, but real quiet.
But you always said they were because the air backed up into their
brains. She's lot's of fun, though. From Illinois. A small rural town.
We've been having fun palling around together since she got here. The
first concert went well, I thought, but the director let us have it
afterward and told us we'd better shape up or he'd send us all back and
get another bunch. We all laughed, but knew he meant for us to get more
serious very quickly, or we wouldn't live up to our own promise. So I
may not have a chance to write again for a little while. Remember I love
you and miss you, Jonathan. 



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Friday, June 29th 

Forgive me for taking so long with this letter, but I think you'll
understand why. This past weekend we did another concert and it went
about the same. Mr. Hanson got mad at us and threatened to ship us all
out again. Then he doubled, do you believe it, doubled the rehearsal
time. Eight hours a day! All last week we did nothing but play. My lips
are so sore. I wish you were here to kiss them for me. I think he might
let up a little next week, but in the meantime, everyone here has to
practice for groups and for themselves at night, since all day is taken
up in orchestra time. The next concert is tomorrow and I hope it goes ok
so we can get some rest. I don't think he can make us rehearse at night,
too, but maybe he can. Poor Becky. She barely has time to make reeds to
keep up with all the rehearsals. She's in a woodwind quintet as well as
orchestra, so her time is really tight. She shows up for dinner and then
has a two hour rehearsal at night for the quintet. They'll be performing
for the first time this weekend. I hope everything goes well for her. 



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Saturday, June 30th, Late at night. 

Thank god! Mr. Hanson was pleased. We all have today off. And rehearsals
are down to six hours next week. Becky is so glad! Her quintet did
great, too. Even Mr. Hanson applauded them offstage. So now we don't
quite know what to do with ourselves. But I think we may go swimming for
a while. It's relaxing. And then maybe we can go into town for a movie
or something. Just to get away from camp for a while. We'll both sleep
well tonight, that's for sure. I'll see you in my dreams, Jonathan. 



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Monday, July 2nd 

I'm not sure I can even write about this. I don't know how to say what
happened, so I'll just tell you. Becky and I went swimming yesterday. We
had a good time, and when we got back to the cabin we started to shower.
There are two showers together in one little tiled room. The cabins were
meant to hold eight people. So we were showering and I had my shampoo
bottle on the floor since there was noplace else to put it. I bent over
to get it and my back muscles cramped up on me. I winced and said ow and
Becky asked if I was ok. I told her yes. She stepped over by me and
helped me straighten up. It hurt quite a bit. Becky rubbed my back. In a
minute it had gone. I told her nothing like that had happened to me
before and she said it was probably from too much sitting up practicing
for long hours and getting a stiff back. I agreed with her. She added
that swimming had probably stretched it enough to make it cramp like
that. I told her she was probably right. She asked if I wanted her to
wash my back and just started doing so immediately. It felt good after
that spasm. She rubbed my shoulders a little and my neck while I stood
there and her soapy hands loosened the knotted muscles there as well. I
told that felt great when she was done and we finished showering. 

We got dressed and decided to have dinner in town before the movie.
Neither of us knew where to go, but we found a nice chinese place. It
tasted good after all the industrial strength food at the camp. We found
the movie theater in the small town near the camp. It was about as big
as a six pack of soda. Must have seated at least fifty people. We sat
down and watched one of the worst movies to come out in a long time. It
was so awful! After about half an hour, we both started making fun of
it. Our whispered comments and snickering started drawing stares from
the other patrons, so we decided to leave. We had no idea what to do
after that, so we just walked down the main street. We talked and window
shopped. Then we came to a side street and followed that. Part way down
this street we saw another theater, but this one was the triple-x rated
kind. I dared Becky to go in, thinking that she'd probably never been in
one. She marched up to the window and asked for two tickets. The guy
gave her a strange look and asked if she was over eighteen. She looked
at me and I asked her if she was serious. She said yes, she'd never been
in one and wouldn't be caught dead doing this at home. But no one cared
or knew her here, so what the hell. I laughed and told her go ahead. So
the guy checked our driver's licenses and let us in. We sat down right
away in the back, giggling at little and shoving at each other. It was
freezing cold in that place. We both only had on shorts and tee shirts
from camp. 

"God, it's cold in here!", I said, leaning towards Becky. 

"Really! I wonder how come they keep it so cold?", she said. 

"I don't know, but I'm freezing.", I told her. 

Becky leaned into me a little and I sort of huddled by her for warmth. I
put my arm up on the armrest between us and she put hers there as well.
I grabbed her hand in mine and wrapped her arm over mine to keep it
warm. 

I looked at what was going on on the screen. It was just at the start of
a movie. A lonely housewife. Then came the tv repair man. You know what
happened next. I began to think about you. I didn't bother to look at
Becky for a while. When she finally got around to pulling his cock out,
it was a big one. Huge. Becky squeaked and her hand went up to her
mouth. She was in shock. I had to laugh a little. 

"That can't be for real!", she whispered in awe. 

I laughed again. "Why not?", I asked. 

She didn't answer, but I could see she was all attention. We watched in
silence as the housewife took him into her mouth. Not all the way, but
enough. Becky's hand went back up to her mouth. Then she realized how
that looked and put it down right away. Her hand squeezed mine slightly
whenever she saw something that surprised her. I just held it. The scene
got specific pretty quickly and Becky's hand got warmer and moister in
mine. I could tell she was reacting to all the heavy action on the
screen. They had a close up of the guy's cock going in and out of her
pussy and Becky's hand clenched mine. She rubbed my hand a little with
her fingers. I could tell she was getting excited. That scene went on
for a little while, and then he pulled out and came all over her back.
Becky's fingers were kneading my forefinger like it was a cock while he
came. She was squeezing every last drop out of it! She realize quickly
what she was doing and looking at me, pulled her hand away in
embarassment. I reached for it and patted it with my other hand. 

"It's ok. Jonny takes me to these once in a while and I always get
excited by them.", I whispered. I patted her hand again and held it. 

The next scene had a perfume saleslady coming to the door. The housewife
tried several of them on her arm. Then she couldn't tell them apart, so
the salesgirl sprayed some on her shoulder. She began to rub it in and
the two of them kissed. I looked at Becky because I felt no reaction to
that scene in her hand. She didn't look at me, but left her hand in
mine. I turned back to the screen. We watched the two girls make love in
silence. At times I felt Becky's hand move in mine. Very gently. The
tips of her fingers moved slightly against mine. When it was done,
another guy came in and the three of them started in all together. From
there on out the rest of the movie was just a lot of the same. By the
time it was over, Becky and I were holding hands quite reassuringly. 

"That was amazing.", Becky said, turning to me and taking her hand from
mine. "I had no idea they filmed things that realistically. It was
actually kind of gross, but boy it was real.", she said. 

"That's for sure. I guess that's what makes guys come here.", I replied.


"Umm.", said Becky. 

The next film was starting. Becky put her hand back up on the armrest
and on top of mine. I held it both of my hands. The next film had more
plot to it. A shipwreck and some survivors who land on an island ruled
by a bunch of women. The men are taken prisoner and the women are made
equals. There was a lot of female fooling around. And the men got their
share, too, tied down at first and then released for the rest of the
scene. One scene had three women holding down another one while one of
the men prisoners did it to her. Actually, they weren't so much holding
her down as in the act themselves. It ended up with all of them staying
on the island, but they overthrew the mean queen. It was silly. But
Becky sat through it, so I didn't get up and leave like I wanted to. I
started thinking of you about half way through and just got wetter each
time one of the guys came. I even forgot I was holding Becky's hand. I
was holding it mostly for warmth, I guess. 

When the second movie was over, neither of us said anything, but we got
up and left as if by agreement that that was enough. When we got outside
it was nice and warm. 

"Well that was certainly different.", Becky said, once we were outside. 

"Now you can say you've seen one.", I told her. 

"Right.", she commented. 

"Shall we get a cab?", I suggested. 

"Definitely.", Becky seconded. 



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When the cabby dropped us off at the camp entrance it was about ten
thirty. We walked slowly back to the cabin, enjoying the warm night. We
didn't say anything. When we got to the cabin Becky said she wanted to
stay out and look at the lake for a while, so we sat on the steps of the
cabin. It was peaceful with the moonlight on the water. We both remarked
on it. A few more minutes went by. Becky moved next to me. I didn't
think much about it. She lifted her hand and placed it on my knee.
Without thinking too much about it, I reached out for her hand and
picked it up in my own. I held it and squeezed it gently, playing with
her fingers. When Becky moved closer to me I put my arm around her
waist. She turned to look at me and I smiled a little then went back to
looking at the water. She leaned into me and I rubbed her waist
absentmindedly. She switched hands and stretched her leg out next to
mine down the steps, moving it against mine. It felt warm and I pressed
my own leg further against hers for the warmth. Her free hand came over
to my leg and began to rub the upper portion of it from the knee up. She
stopped at the edge of my cutoffs and went back down again. I let her do
it and wondered why she was. I didn't know, but I liked it. It felt
good. 

"That's nice.", I said quietly. 

Becky turned her head and smiled a little back at me. Her hands kept
going. I watched her. She was enrapt in touching my leg. Her fingers
traced lightly up it and back down. On and on. Then they crossed over
the edge of my shorts a little. The same. The same. The same. More. I
watched till her fingers were tracing over the center portion of my
shorts. It was intoxicating, sitting there letting her rub me. I pulled
her closer to me with my arm. She nustled into me closer, her hand
probing a little harder over the top of the zipper in my short jeans,
not raising her head to look at me, but concentrating on what she was
doing. I rubbed her waist a little more and moved my hand up her back,
massaging it. She leaned forward and bent over me slightly. Her hands
went down between my legs and she held the top of my shorts with one
hand while she unzipped them with the other. Then she sat back up and
her hand resumed it course again. This time it slid under the zipper and
rode over the top of my cotton panties. I was much more exposed to her
touch. It affected me more, but I wanted to watch her do this here, in
the open at night. 

Her fingers lightly caressed me, going further inside than before. Soon
her whole hand hand found a way in, spreading the zippered shorts apart.
She had found my clitoris and had begun rubbing it through my
underpants. I was already wet from the movie and she had only made me
more so. I raised my opposite leg up to the knee. Then I lay back down
on the porch and unsnapped the snap at the waist of my shorts. Becky lay
down beside me on her elbow and her hand went down underneath my
underclothes. She quickly found my wet, naked clitoris and rubbed it in
slow circles. She bent down to kiss me and I put my lips up to hers and
french kissed her immediately. She concentrated on what her hand was
doing and I soon closed my eyes. She rubbed me to orgasm and I reached
out to hold her. She pressed her fingers down on me so hard I couldn't
turn to embrace her right away. I came and she touched me till I
finished. 

"Can we go inside?", Becky asked shyly. 

I nodded and smiled in response. She removed her hand from underneath my
clothes and I zipped my zipper back up. She got up and I stood after
her, dusting myself off a little. We went inside. 

"Why don't we get ready for bed like usual?", I suggested. 

Becky nodded and went to her dresser to pick out a nightgown. I did the
same and then decided to go in and brush my teeth. When I was done,
Becky came in, already in her gown. She started to brush her teeth and I
left. I lay down on my bunk bed. She came out a minute later. She
hesitated for a second, looking at me for some indication. I just smiled
at her and moved toward the wall, making room for her on my bed. She
came over right away and took the space I'd provided for her. We lay on
our sides facing each other. I leaned forward and held her face in my
hand, kissing her lips lightly. She responded lightly and we kissed for
a few minutes. My hand wandered to her body and rested on her waist. She
did not touch me. When we broke she moved closer to me and lay down on
her back, looking up at me. I moved my hand out over her body and
touched her stomach through her gown. I rubbed it a little, then pulled
the gown up so that nothing covered her stomach. I rubbed it again, nude
this time and my hands went up under her bunched gown to smooth her
breasts as well. I'd never felt breasts before, other than my own. The
taut smoothness of the skin was enthralling. It met the hardness of her
nipples with such contrast that I was fascinated and moved my fingers
from one to the other in exploring delight, trying to memorize the feel
of them. Becky lay there, her eyes following my expressions. I felt her
breathing, felt the rise and fall of her tummy. I moved back down over
it and lower. I ran the tips of my fingers across the top of her mound.
She arched her back a little in response. I liked that. I did it again.
She matched my motion deliberately. I looked at her and she smiled a
little. I moved my hand harder down there and she pushed against it. She
smiled. She was letting me know how much she wanted me. 

I pressed my fingers down into her mound and then slipped them under the
edge of her panties from the side. They went under and I struggled to
move them. Not enough room. I withdrew my fingers and put them directly
down the front. Becky parted her legs a little and I found plenty of
room to put my fingers between her legs. I searched her pubic hair
quickly, parting it with my fingertips. It was already wet. When I began
to find her and touch her, she was slippery. I let my fingers go down to
her opening and brought even more wetness up to her clitoris. I used
three fingers to rub her whole clit and lips together. Then I found just
the tip of her clit with the top of my forefinger. She moaned and closed
her eyes and put her arms up around me. I rubbed her clit energetically.
She spasmed and came at least two times while I played with her. She
lifted off the bed, holding me and pulling herself up in response to her
orgasms. Then she settled back down into the bed and released me, her
arms falling limply to her sides. I looked down at her and wondered what
had prompted us to do this. I decided we were both just horny from
seeing that movie. But as I looked at Becky I knew I decided to take
advantage of this situation. 

I straddled Becky, putting one leg on each side of her body. She moved
quickly to the center of the bed to facilitate my move. I sat up on her
knees and lifted off my gown. Becky sat up a little and I helped her
remove hers, too. She lay back down immediately and closed her eyes for
a second, enjoying the last flavor of her orgasms. She opened them again
and I leaned down, letting my breasts trace across her, kissing her
warmly on the lips. She responded warmly and her hands reached forward
to hold the backs of my legs. She rubbed them up and down as we kissed.
Then her hand slipped underneath and probed inbetween devilishly. They
soon found my parted lips and waiting moistness. Her fingers slid
underneath further to probe gently inside of me. The tips of her fingers
parted and opened me, entering me exploringly. She pushed one finger
deeper inside me and I began to rock gently on my legs in response. She
pushed it in further and I ached. Then another entered and I had to push
down on it. Becky withdrew her fingers and they made a small gushing
sound as they left me. I felt deprived and the muscles of my pussy ached
to have them back again. But Becky decided instead to reach for my
clitoris. She found it soaking wet and easily accessible. She rubbed it
and pressed it against my moving pussy. I wanted her to put her fingers
back inside of me so badly I told her so. I leaned my head down and felt
the tips of my breasts touch her. I put my head by her ear and whispered
it to her. 

"Put your fingers back inside me. Please?", I asked. 

Becky did. She worked them into and out of me slowly and carefully at
first, so as not to hurt me. But she soon realized how wet and open I
was. Soon she had three fingers going into and out of my pussy, making
me feel good as if you were there, Jonathan my lover. It wasn't at all
the same as your cock, but it was so nice. She did such a good job. I
rode her and rode her until I could take no more. I needed to come and
so I used my own fingers to rub my clit while she fucked me with her
fingers. I came, pressing down on her fingers and holding my own clit,
grinding into her body and rubbing myself frantically. I exploded on top
of her and she moved her fingers in and out of me gently till I
subsided. I fell to the side of her and we embraced gently and kissed a
little, smiling at each other. We fell asleep that way, and in the
morning we kissed once or twice and went to practice. 

I thought about you all night and about Becky. I liked doing what I did
with Becky, but it sure wasn't the same as with you, Jonathan. You fill
me up and make passionate love to me. Somehow with Becky it's like light
lovemaking. It means alot and feels good, but it's not the same as with
you. I love you deeper and more than anyone. So please don't be angry
about what happened, ok? I love you, Jonathan. And I do want you and
need you still. I'll be back soon. Till then I hope you can wait. 



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Wednesday, July 11th 

Thank you, thank you for your wonderful letter. I guess a lot of what
you said made sense about Becky and me. I never thought about it much
that way, but you're right, she said she feels about the same way. Like
we're more than friends and less than passionately in love. We did do it
again, of course. We all had another day off this past Monday again.
Becky suggested we swim and spend the day just relaxing. Well, it wasn't
too long before we found ourselves sitting back at the cabin drying off.
She dried my back with her towel and I did hers and one thing led to
another. We made love differently this time, though. I'm sure you can
imagine what we did, but I want to tell you. She reached around and held
my breasts and I leaned back into her. We kissed gently and went to bed
together. We touched each other's breasts and held each other in our
arms. We caressed and lay down together on the bunk bed. She lay on top
of me and kissed me lightly while I held her bottom. Soon she lowered
herself down and held my breasts in her hands. She cupped them and
played with them and sucked on my nipples. It felt warm and nice. Then
she kissed my stomach and moved her body lower between my legs. I moved
them apart to make room for her. She played with the pubic hair
surrounding my mound and soon found my pussy. She fingered it lightly
and exposed it to her bare touch. When her tongue touched my clitoris I
lifted gently up to meet it. I knew she would do this, but it was
unbelievably exciting to me nonetheless. I know you do this to me all
the time, but it's different when another girl does it. I watched her
there, her long blond hair and pretty face buried between my legs and I
orgasmed right away. Becky was surprised and smiled. She was glad she
had excited me so. She licked me some more and soon I became very
excited again. She licked me and then sucked my clit into her mouth,
eating my poor swollen clit with her lips. When her tongue pressed it
and flicked it back and forth I quickly rose to climax two more times. I
cried out and grabbed her hands. She held them tightly but still kept
licking at my clit. Like you, she drove me crazy, sucking me and eating
me until I couldn't take any more. Her tongue would leave my clit once
in a while to go down below. It went into a just a little ways but it
felt so good. Then she would lick up to my clit and back down, giving me
a small rest but keeping me wanting her to do more. Finally when she
finished eating me and I could take no more, she came up beside me and
quite frankly told me it was my turn. I laughed at her openness and then
did to her what she had done for me. She has a pretty pussy and clit,
Jonathan. I think you would like to eat her, too. She said she would
like you to. If you were here right now, we would both be waiting for
you, two pretty pussies for you to eat, my dear. And for you to fuck,
because we both need it so. Oh, well, this will have to do. See you in
one week.


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