Message-ID: <16147eli$9810070542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16147.txt> From: jenny.g@usa.net (jenny grace) Subject: Jan Vincent - Tenderness for a Rebel With a Cause 2/2 (ff/mast/teen/smok) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Auth: DC1F8B460787D69856958491 Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6vf2hu$8v5$1@news-2.news.gte.net> Jan Vincent - Tenderness for a Rebel With a Cause 2/2 (c) Jan Vincent, 1998 Julie was bored, waiting for the start-up of her computer to end. She missed Millie too much... She would seek self-relief as often as three times a day but still she missed her girlfriend too much. She sighed, lighting up a cigarette and entering her usual nickname for another evening of cyber-chatting with girls, or men pretending to be girls, on one of her favorite IRCs for lesbian / bisexual girls. Most of the times she had no trouble spotting a male intruder. Men tended to go into sexual matters more readily than girls. Girls would mostly want to discuss who they were and what they were... Anyway she would never meet any of these girls in real life. She had heard too many stories of girls getting raped or ending up dead because the "girl" or the "nice guy" at the other end of the line had turned out to be a sick male searching for victims on the internet. 'Enough of that,' she thought, typing in the first sentence announcing that a new girl had joined the chatroom. One hour elapsed, Julie's room full of cigarette smoke and full-blown boredom. She logged out, sighing, snuffing her cigarette out against her ashtray. She turned off the computer and spread herself out on her bed, opening Rhonda's book. She read the first three chapters, finding it boring and unappealing. Eventually she turned off the light and got undressed, slipping under the covers with no clothes on. She loved to sleep naked and masturbate herself to sleep. She began to fantasize about Rhonda. Rhonda was dressed in black, with black lipstick on and smoking. Her shiny hot pants were skin-tight, her short-sleeved blouse was snug. Her beautiful breasts and her braless nipples jutted against the smooth texture of the blouse. "Come on, baby," Rhonda whispered invintingly. "Come here and fuck me with your kisses." Julie drew near Rhonda and held her tight. The two girls stared at each other, then Julie tried to kiss Rhonda. "Not yet, baby... You've got to "earn" me." "How?" Julie asked, smiling. "Do something I like." "Okay." Julie smacked Rhonda's rear lightly, then harder. "Do you like this?" Rhonda only moaned, closing her eyes, her mouth opening up. Julie struck Rhonda's bottom once again, Rhonda letting out another deep moan. "I'll take that as yes," Julie said with a grin on her face, her mouth meeting Rhonda's, suffocating another moan. Julie went around Rhonda and began to kiss the nape of her neck, keeping her hair away with her right hand, while her left harm encircled Rhonda's waspy waist. Rhonda moaned again. "Uuhhmmm, baby," Rhonda whispered. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me." Julie kept kissing a wailing Rhonda, her left hand sliding down and up her body, touching Rhonda everywhere, her legs, her plump breasts, her soft yet firm belly, between her legs, her mound... Rhonda whimpered again, her head tipping upward as she let out a scream of a wild animal in heat. Julie's hands lost no time to pull Rhonda's blouse up, sliding under and squeezing Rhonda's breasts simultaneously. "Fuck, Julie... That's so fucking..." Rhonda cut herself off, panting for breath. Another hand pressed under the tightness of Rhonda's hot pants and Rhonda's soaking wet panties. "Fuck, Julie... Fuck me... Please, do it... Do it to me." Julie's hand played with Rhonda's mound, caressing the pubic hair, feeling the moisture down there, full of musk, desire of a girl wanting another girl so bad, so desperately. Julie's fingers slipped inside Rhonda. "Hmmmm..." Rhonda whispered, her eyes closed, her head jerking left and then right. Julie rubbed Rhonda's wet folds, dripping with secretions; another kiss on Rhonda's neck, driving Rhonda crazy; fingers touching a breast, its taut nipple, pinching it. It hurt but Rhonda didn't care, as Julie was giving her so much pleasure. More fingers kept touching Rhonda between her legs, the fingers going for her clit, rubbing closer and closer and faster and faster. Julie began to lick one of Rhonda's uncovered breasts, its nipple so hard, overflowing with desire, desire for her sucking lips, her caressing, warm tongue. "Gawd... Ohhh... Uuhhhmmm... Uuuhhhhhh... Julie." Then the orgasm came, Rhonda's and Julie's body writhing at the same time, Julie's hand hitting her own clit as fast as she could, keeping her pleasure going, her hand full of secretions. She glided through her orgasm, waiting for a second to hit her in no time. And it did... Her legs grew taut, and the pleasure radiated from her sex to her nipples, breasts, toes, fingers, making her weak and bellow out her climax. Julie turned around in her bed, returning to reality, feeling content and satisfied, all the frustrations flowing out of her body. Her fingers kept touching her wet labia, prodding her into another yet weaker orgasm. She dreamt of Rhonda... She dreamt of pleasure... She dreamt of... She forgot... Sleep took over. ------------------------ It was Saturday and Rhonda was supposed to mow the lawn. She had postponed that dull chore for weeks and was willing to put it off once again. Dad had beat her to it, though, reminding her of the assignment and the choices she had: to mow the lawn or get a cut in her monthly allowance. Rhonda headed for the garage and took the mower outside, which was under a heap of old clothing Mom wanted to give away. When half of her job was done, Rhonda did a double take: Julie Courtney was walking up the street. Rhonda stopped the engine of the lawnmower and waited. "Hi, Rhonda. Your folks are already making you sweat, huh?" "What are you doing here? How do you know my address?" "Got my own sources, and they are fucking good." "Sshhh," Rhonda hushed, "my parents may hear you talking like that." "So?" Julie asked, chewing a gum and blowing it into a balloon that soon exploded and got gobbled up again. Julie was wearing her customary snug blue jeans and a denim shirt. Her long blond hair was tied up into a ponytail; her blue eyes shone with contentment and self-confidence. Julie climbed the step that separated the lawn from the sidewalk, leaving the other leg behind at a lower level. "The cat ate your tongue?" "No, I just want to know what you are doing here." "I just wanted to return your book," Julie said, throwing it at Rhonda's feet. "Hey, be careful. The book ain't mine." "I thought you didn't even wanna have it back." "I was mad at you..." "Why? Because of our kiss." "Sshhh," Rhonda shushed again, coming closer. She whispered, "I don't want everybody to know-" "What? That we kissed?" Suddenly a female voice was heard behind Rhonda, "Rhonda? Oh, there you are... Oh, you've got company." Mrs. Reed walked across the freshly-mown lawn and joined the two girls. "Hi, you must be..." "Julie Courtney," Julie said, stretching out her hand. Mrs. Reed laughed and shook Julie's hand. "Rhonda happens to be my best friend since Millie Deschamps's left town." "Oh, really?" Mrs. Reed said, displaying her best smile, which reminded Julie of Rhonda's. The problem was that Rhonda didn't smile that often. Julie was determined to change that. "Why didn't you say anything about your new best friend, Rhonda?" "Oh," Julie replied immediately, "we're not best buddies that long... I guess it must've slipped Rhonda's mind." Rhonda looked at Julie, trying to hide her surprise and dismay. She just couldn't believe Julie's nerve and Julie's fertile imagination. "Oh, if I had a pretty friend like you when I was Rhonda's age I'd certainly mention her to my mom." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Reed," Julie answered, raising her voice and grinning. "That's very sweet of you." "You're welcome. Why don't you join us for lunch when Rhonda's done with the lawn? I'm sure you girls have a lot of catching up to do." "Thanks," Julie said, taking a quick glance at Rhonda's wide-eyed face. "I'll take you up on that, Mrs. Reed, but I gotta call my mom and let her know that I'm staying." "You're free to use our phone, dear," Mrs. Reed said, leaving the lawn, "as soon as Rhonda's done with the lawn." Rhonda made a grimace, mimicking her mom's way of speaking in a whisper. If she were younger she'd have put out her tongue at Julie, who faced her with a quite amused expression. "You're fake, Julie. Why didn't you swear in front of my mom? Because you wanted to make an impression and get yourself invited for a free meal, huh?" "No, Rhonda," Julie replied, her grin gone. "I didn't swear because you wanted me not to, at least not in front of your folks; but if that ain't the case I'll fucking swear every fucking second in front of your mom." "Why would you care about what I think?" "Didn't my kiss tell you that?" Rhonda stood perfectly still for a moment as if she had been struck by lightning. She refused to accept the meaning of Julie's words. She didn't quite believe that Julie could care about someone else other than herself. Rhonda moved away from Julie and picked up the book from the lawn. She had forgotten all about it when her mother cropped up at the lawn and began her powwow with Miss Congeniality. Her mother was not supposed to see her choice of reading as the D.H. Lawrence's book was at the top shelf of the bookcase, which meant adult books, mostly. Apparently her mother had overlooked it, overwhelmed by Julie Courtney's charm. 'Yeah, it seems that Julie has a way with women!' she concluded, starting the lawnmower again. ------------------------ It was Sunday, the day after Julie's impromptu appearance at her front lawn. Rhonda lay on her bed, writing down her thoughts about the day before. Julie had captivated her parents. Mom and Dad were impressed by Julie's cheerful personality, charm, beauty and good manners. "She's a smart cookie," her mother had said, laughing, waving Julie goodbye. "A tough cookie, too," her dad replied, laughing as well. "Why don't you two adopt her?" Rhonda said, disgusted, leaving the front door. "I think she'd be thrilled." "Rhonda!" her mother exclaimed, following her. "I don't understand. She's your best friend. We didn't raise you to put down your friends when they're gone. You're sixteen, almost seventeen, almost a grown-up woman." "I am not putting anyone down," she retorted, coming to a halt. Pressing her body against the banister and looking down at her parents, she added, "Besides, she's not my best friend." Rhonda resumed climbing up the stairs, ignoring her parents' confused look. For a moment she thought her mother would come up and have a word with her but fortunately her father talked his wife out of it. Rhonda thanked him mentally. ------------------------ Julie looked around and checked whether Mary, her mom's girlfriend, was back in the living room and couldn't hear their conversation "Mom, have you ever had the hots for a straight girl?" Norma Courtney watched her daughter as though she was surprised by such a question. She blinked her eyes as she accepted the dish Julie was holding out for her to dry off with the dish towel. "Have you?" Julie stopped with her washing and faced her mother. "I asked you first." "Promise to keep a secret?" her mother whispered, getting closer to her daughter, her turn to check whether nobody was eavesdropping. "Sure." Julie's blue eyes went wide, smiling at the fact that her mom had a couple of secrets she didn't want Mary to know about. "Okay," Norma said, breathing out deeply, her blue eyes getting some distance as she recalled what she was about to tell. "If you wanna know, yes... definitely, yes." "Who?" "Kimberley Evans... I don't think you know her... We met in college... She had such a fucking hot body, and needless to say all the guys would drool over her. She was a tease, though, and believed in saving herself for Mr. Right. Then she met this hunk, Hank Norris, and before I know they are fucking each other's brains out." "And?" "The story is a long one, but like I said she was a tease. She really liked to tease... and when she learned I was into women she'd come up to me and tease me, too. She'd wear these unbelievably short skirts and white, shiny pantyhose and show off her beautiful, long legs... She'd sit next to me and would brush her almost-naked thigh against mine, and she'd look at me as if she wasn't aware of what that contact was doing to me inside. She was making me so hot and wet that I wanted to take her right there in the cafeteria... Her face was so close to mine, laughing and cracking jokes, but still I could see how serious she was about getting me all excited. I still fantasize about it when Mary and I make love... I push Kimberley onto one of those tables, sweep all our dishes and glasses onto the floor, and I give her the fucking of her life. This fantasy sometimes gets so real that I can even feel my hands tearing her dress and short skirt to shreds..." "What happened then?" "Oh," her mother's face clouded over, putting the dish down on the kitchen table. "I started feeling guilty about cheating on Mary... and I knew Kimberley wasn't serious about me... She just wanted to have some fun, and that's it. She still kept on dating guys, sometimes two or three of them in one night." "But did you fuck her?" Norma laughed by her daughter's straight-to-the-point way of asking. "No, I didn't. When I made my move she said she wasn't interested in me *that way*. We argued and we didn't speak for weeks... That's the problem when you want a straight woman... They don't know what they want." ------------------------ Rhonda walked down the main hall of her school. Suzie and Marlene were next to their lockers and spotted her in the crowd of teenagers scrambling for their respective classes. The two girls went on talking, snubbing Rhonda. Rhonda ignored them in turn, becoming mad in spite of repeating to herself that those girls had never been real friends of hers. Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed one of her shoulders. She turned and to her disappointment her eyes landed upon Tom's serious face. "Rhonda, I need to talk to you." "Tom, I must go... The bell rang, didn't you notice it?" "Yeah, I did. Okay... later. Meet me here at 1 pm, alright?" "Alright," she said, slinking away from his clasp and heading for Ms. Murray's class. Ms. Murray happened to be her favorite teacher. She cared about her pupils, slowing down if they found it too difficult to follow. She'd ask about the home front, too, how they parents were, if they had brothers and sisters... One day Ms. Murray passed out and fell flat on the wooden floor of their class... She suffered from occasional hypoglycemia, Rhonda learned, and chronic low blood pressure. She had to drink tons of coffie with tons of sugar to get her through the day, Rhonda had been told. Sometimes Rhonda wondered if Ms. Murray would faint again in front of her eyes when she slowed down and stopped to think. When Rhonda was about to enter her class, her hand was taken prisoner by another. She almost complained and told off whoever. She thought it was Tom again, but she was wrong. It was Julie Courtney. "Let me go." "No," Julie answered, preventing Rhonda from wriggling her hand free. "Wanna talk to you." "I can't. I'm already late." "If you don't come with me, I'll kiss you right here," Julie said, grinning. "I can't." "You mean, you won't." "I can't", Rhonda repeated, lowering her voice, almost pleading. "Okay, suit yourself," Julie said, releasing her hand suddenly. Rhonda stood there, at the entrance of Ms. Murray's class, watching Julie Courtney walking away, her blond hair done up into a long braid. Julie wore her one-piece white tennis outfit and her white sneakers. The light color of her outfit and the fact that its hem didn't hide much of her well-toned thighs enhanced her long golden legs and arms. Rhonda hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do. Was she going to cut her favorite class for Julie Courtney? Suddenly a female voice spoke, "You're blocking the way. Are you coming in or out?" Rhonda turned to see Suzie and Marlene. Both girls waited for her answer with obvious annoyance in her faces. "Coming out," Rhonda said. "I don't wanna be in the same room with you two." Then she ran down the hall and after Julie, feeling her heart going crazy. She didn't know why and she didn't want to know. "Julie, wait for me." Julie faced her, somewhat surprised. Julie immediately regained her wry smile, though. "You don't have to run to catch me." "I know," Rhonda replied, trying not to blush. Rhonda and Julie walked on side by side without uttering a word. Rhonda noticed that Julie was sweating as though she had been playing tennis all morning. Their school was next to one of the best tennis schools of the state or so she had heard. Julie held her racket against her prominent bosom. "Are you good at it?" "What?" Julie asked, her blue eyes gazing into Rhonda's. "Tennis?" "Yeah, what else?" "I'm good at many things." Julie grinned again. "Such as?" And before Julie could give an answer, Rhonda already knew she was asking for trouble. "Fucking girls like you." "Is that all what you think about?" "Yeah, what else?" They stared at each other for a moment and all of a sudden they both burst into laughter. Rhonda felt a thrill shoot through her body. For the first time in her life it felt as though she was truly connecting with somebody no pretence here, because Julie was a girl who always said what she thought, without holding back. Julie was a girl without hang-ups. If she wanted to do something, she'd do it, because she just didn't care what other people thought about her. Rhonda felt an extreme sense of freedom and relief taking hold of her. "Why did you want to talk to me?" "Because Marsha can't play with me tomorrow, and I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner." 'My partner,' Rhonda repeated in her mind. Out loud, she said, "But I can't play." "That's why there are tennis schools, Rhonda, with nice fucking instructors." "What do you mean? Did you-" "No, but I bet they fucked me a million times in their fucking dirty minds." Julie pulled up another grin and grabbed hold of Rhonda's hand. "Which is fine with me, because I fucked most of the girls in that school, and not only in my mind." Moisture began to gather up between Rhonda's legs. Julie had really a way with girls, she thought. Whistles of a group of guys coming their way made Rhonda aware that they were being staring at. Everybody knew who Julie was and what she was... and Julie was still holding her hand... Rhonda, however, didn't make any effort to break that contact. She didn't know why... "Dykes," a guy of the group hissed, showing his teeth. "Why don't you two give us a show of what you can do?" Rhonda wanted to leave but Julie motioned for her to stand still. Julie shouted, "Only after you showing us what you do to each other every fucking night." "Hey, man," another guy stood out of the group, "we're not a bunch of fags." "Well, tough luck, *man*. If you were, maybe you could get lucky tonight. Let's go, Rho." Having said that, Julie pulled at Rhonda's hand and they walked away from the guys. None of the girls saw the bewilderment in the guys' faces. They turned a corner and giggled as they ran into the safety of the arcades of a near-by shopping mall. ------------------------ Tennis practice became very important to Rhonda. It was the right excuse to see and play with Julie. As Julie said, the instructors were quite cute and in other circumstances she'd probably daydream about them. During the last weeks, however, her sexual imagery had suffered a shift toward Julie Courtney and what her friend told her during their breaks. Julie would go, "See that girl?" "Who?" "That brunette playing with Steve." Julie meant a girl, 5'7", long legs, pretty, firm body with long dark hair and a happy, beautiful face. She could play real good tennis, so much so that Steve, their instructor, was going to send her to a regional championship. "Yeah, what about her?" "I fucked her once in the locker room when everybody was gone." "You start sounding like a couple of guys I know." "You don't believe me?" "Not really." Suddenly Julie put her index and thumb against her lips and whistled. "What are you doing?" Rhonda protested. "Because you don't believe me... Maria will confirm what I just said." And ignoring Rhonda's astonishment, Julie called the dark-haired girl again. Maria looked at them and asked her intructor for a short break. Steve nodded and said he was going to the bar and bring some refreshments to all of them. "Hi, Julie," Maria said, grinning. She came closer and sat next to Julie. Introductions were made and without delay Julie mentioned the sexual encounter in the locker room. Maria chuckled. "Yeah, that's true and to tell you the truth Julie's the best lover I've ever had, male or female." "Maria is bi and proud of it," Julie explained. "Yes, I am. And... I'm curious... Are you two an item?" Rhonda blushed terribly. She said, "No, we're just friends." "Get over it, girl," Maria replied, "because you don't know what you're missing. I can tell you that you will have the best fuck of your life with Julie. It's the voice of experience speaking... And I can't believe that Julie hasn't tried her luck with you... Julie doesn't believe much in platonic friendships, if you know what I mean." Julie laughed out loud whereas Rhonda didn't know what to do with her own hands and eyes. This was just an example of how sexual tennis practice had become. Julie would sexualize every little thing that happened in and out of court. She'd point out an attractive girl and she'd describe to Rhonda how she'd undress her, touching her tits, nipples, panties, sex... Julie'd stare at those girls until they would stare back, and all that was very confusing to Rhonda... It's seemed that Julie was opening a new world to her, very thrilling, almost intoxicating by its intensity. Julie Courtney dominated her dreams for the past few weeks... Her dreams were becoming more and more sexual... and she'd wake up with her hand on her sex, feeling its moisture and the scent of her own arousal. She'd wonder if she had masturbated while sleeping... and the notion of a "wet dream" had acquired a new dimension to Rhonda. ------------------------ Julie was at home, doing her last school assignments. Tired, she closed her books and took a cigarette out of her pack. She lay down on her bed, lit up her smoke and dialed Rhonda's number. As always, Mrs. Reed answered the phone. Julie didn't mind it because she liked Rhonda's mother. That woman seemed to think the world of Julie, although Julie was aware that that could change if Mrs. Reed learned who she really was. But again, Julie had never lied to that woman... If Mrs. Reed asked her about her sexual orientation, she'd tell the truth... Julie didn't have anything to hide. After a short confab with Mrs. Reed, Rhonda took over, greeting Julie. "I'm horny," Julie replied. Rhonda remained silent, not knowing what to say. "Are you there?" "Yes," Rhonda breathed out. "What don't you say something?" "What?" "Are you horny, too?" Rhonda hesitated... She wasn't horny... but this conversation over the phone was turning the heat up between her legs, definitely. "Rhonda?" "Yes?" "Are you horny, too?" "I guess." "Okay, let's masturbate together... over the phone... Just consider me one of those 1-800 girls you can call and talk dirty with." "Julie, I am not sure-" "I tell you what I am doing and you just play along... Okay, now I am getting undressed... Yes, that's right... because I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before... Okay... Just take your blouse now for my mouth to touch your bra, the nipples under it... Yessss... Because you want me, baby, like I want you... ------------------- Shall I continue? If someone is interested I'll write more. You can find this story at Snow Girl's FF Story Archive (http://www.teencities.com/snowgrrl/). Well, at least I'll send it to her. Comments welcome: jan123@hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>