| I Kissed a Girl, Chapter 3 Without the rosary she was pretty sure she'd lost count but that didn't matter; she achieved the objective. She reached for the cordless phone on the nearby table, 'I'm getting too old for this' she concluded—feeling exhausted after her battle with Satin. Dialing the number of the parish office she got the secretary on the phone. "Hi Suzanne how are you ... It's Maryann Spencer." "I'm good Maryann ... how can I help you." "I was just reading the latest bulletin and I wondered if you have a number for Doctor Perez." "I'm quite sure I do" the secretary replied and the woman in the antiquated bathing costume waited, listening to the keyboard keys click. "OK here it is ... are you ready?" Maryann scribbled the number on the bulletin, thanked the Parish secretary and hung up. Taking a deep breath she dialed the number. She was pleased to learn that the doctor was in fact accepting new patients and she was overjoyed to be able to get an introductory appointment the very next day. She set the phone down feeling like she'd taken a first step in dealing with her problem and started thinking about what she was going to make for dinner. Becky arrived in her room and slammed the door behind her. She was out of breath, and it wasn't from running. The busty blonde fell back with her shoulders against the door and clutched her tingling titties through her matronly top. A surge raced through her but it was just like fanning the flames. She struggled with the many, many hooks that secured the homemade bathing costume top. It was hard enough under normal circumstances but with her hands trembling as they were, and the urgent messages her tits were sending it was nearly impossible. She cried out in frustration and would have ripped the damn thing if it wasn't so thick and robust. When she finally released the last hook she pulled the straps off her shoulders and the top flew half way across the room with the follow through. The yellow bust cover-up was still in flight when her hands snapped back and grabbed her high pliable cones. She felt the firm flesh yield as she squeezed and her strawberry points press into her palms. A jolt like a firm slap on the mons made her hips hunch. The dizzy feeling made her spin away from the door and drop to the floor. The tingling in her nipples was like an itch that had to be scratched. She gripped their plump pinkness and pulled—hard. This time the jolt in her girlhood seemed to have a rebound to it. The result was a series of spasms between her legs that left her gasping for air. With her tits temporarily satiated she went to work getting rid of her bottoms. The lower half of the yellow costume, with its demur ruffle to cover the crotch, slid down her legs and she kicked until she was completely free of it. Knees bent and thighs parted as she lay on the hard floor. Her right hand cupped the whole of her vulva to stop the spasming. It was like grabbing Mexican jumping bean. It didn't stop the twitching it just changed it. Her fingers dipped between the soft folds of her hairless sex and were instantly coated with her slippery cream. Pulling back up, she felt the firm nub and trapped it between her three fingers and her pelvic bone. Her wrist began to oscillate and gyrate instinctively. The warmth spread through her and the pressure was building. Her eyes opened and she saw it. She didn't want to see it; she tried to will her eyes closed and pretend she hadn't. Becky did manage to get her eyes to shut but it did no good the image was temporarily etched onto her optic nerve. 'Shit why didn't I take it down' she knew the answer; her mother would freak! It was her mother who'd put it up on her bedroom wall when they'd moved in. Her arousal was severely damaged but she continued to stroke her pussy trying to envision Michelle's vulva embossed on the pink stretchy bating suit bottoms. The only image her brain would permit was the damn Crucifix. Even while she was still trying to recover her excitement her mother's words were echoing, 'You must never touch yourself for pleasure ... it is a sin and if you do it you'll have to confess it and do penance' Guilt was starting to well up. Doing the penance wasn't that big a deal, sitting in the confessional telling the priest— a man —on the other side of the screen that she'd been playing with herself, now that was too horrifying to even contemplate. The arousal had turned into an ache. It was deep inside and made her feel as though her pelvis or her belly, something down there, everything down there was in a vise. Her mind jumped from frustration to guilt to remorse and back. 'How can God give something that feels so good and then make it a sin to do it?' She wished she had the nerve to ask Father O'Halleran. It would have shocked young Rebecca to know that her own mother struggled with the same questions. The moment was lost and she knew it. She needed to get back to the pool where she'd left her new friend and playmate. There hadn't been anything in any of the admonishments about kissing a girl. She had kissed a boy at school and Drake probably thought they were a couple because of it. Becky knew that her mother would be so restrictive about where and when she could go with him that it hadn't progressed beyond some hand holding at lunch time and a bit of smooching behind the bleachers before they went home for the day. The necking sessions only lasted a few minutes and Becky found herself comparing the experience with the kiss she'd received at the drunken party from Gloria's cousin. 'Maybe it's 'cause I'd been drinking that it seemed so... ' she was anxious to try it sober—with Michelle. 'I kissed a girl just to try it ... hope my boyfriend don't mind it... ' the line from the song played in her head as she wondered how she could get some alone time with her neighbor. Michelle arrived in her room; she wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted something and she didn't even know what. Throwing herself on her bed she grabbed her newly formed breasts and squeezed. She wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. It was like the feeling she got when she washed herself times a thousand. She felt like her whole body was under pressure; some parts more than others but on the whole she felt like a powder keg. She pushed her top up over her cup cakes and squeezed the pebble hard centers, biting her lip to keep from squealing at the amazingly intense feeling she got between her legs. Hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her bottoms she shoved them down to her knees and clutched her mons. That's the scene Elizabeth Conrad saw when she opened her daughter's bedroom door; Michelle lying on her bed with her top up under her armpits, her bottoms around her knees, and both hands between her legs. The feeling of guilt and embarrassment quenched the girl's arousal instantly and she screamed. "I'm sorry ... uh—" Elizabeth didn't know what else to say and feared that her shocked facial expression had said too much already. She closed the door leaving her mortified daughter shivering as though she'd just been plunged into ice water. Missus Conrad walked in a semi daze to her own bedroom and closed the door. She was not shocked by what she'd just seen, only taken by surprise and embarrassed for her daughter. She recognized masturbation not just as a right of passage but as an essential part of a healthy sex life. If anything she was disappointed in herself for not recognizing the signs that her little girl was ready to experiment so she could provide some discrete advice and belie the guilt feelings that so often accompanied the first experiences with self-pleasuring. The part that disturbed her was her physical reaction to what she saw. All of her erogenous zones had gone on high alert instantly. In the seclusion of her bedroom Elizabeth squeezed her breasts through the tee shirt and bra she'd been working in and felt the familiar wave wash over her. Her mind naturally drifted back on the pleasure wave to her own first experiences. Michelle thought she might die right then and there. She couldn't breathe and the shame she felt was unlike anything she'd experienced before. 'How can I ever face her again?' the question was so absurd when her referred to her own mother—as if there was a way to not face her. The teenager was so completely overwhelmed the only thing she could think of was to run. Jerking her suit back into position she opened the door of her bedroom like she was opening a door in a haunted house. 'What if ... what if she's right there... ' she wasn't. The youngster scampered toward the back door praying not to run into the woman who'd brought her into this world. She slipped out the door and quickly walked back toward the neighbor's pool. She didn't know how she was going to carry on with any kind to normalcy. The humiliated teenager needed time to come to grips with what had just happened. That was the type of soul searching exercise that should be carried out in her room, but she didn't feel comfortable in her own house right now. The Spencers, mother and daughter, were sitting by the pool talking as she reentered their yard. Seeing her friend made her pussy twitch in spite of her current level of distress. She was beginning to realize how powerful those urges were. The scene playing out in her mother's bedroom as she walked toward the neighbor's pool was a case in point. Missus Conrad realized that the breast massage was not going to cut it. Her right hand went to her crotch and her eyes closed. The vision that appeared was that of the secluded cottage beside the mirror smooth lake nestled in the pines. It was the summer she'd turned fourteen. Her father was too busy that year to take any time off so her mother made arrangements to rent a cottage. At least she and little Elizabeth could get away from the city. Elizabeth recalled being overjoyed when her mom told her that she'd invited her aunt and cousin to join them. She really liked Aunt Margaret, who was her father's sister, but more importantly she was bringing Virginia, her older cousin. Ginny is two years older and Elizabeth had always looked up to her. The thought of being out in the middle of nowhere with her mom wasn't appealing but being able to spend the time with her favorite female relative was awesome. They had been close up until five years ago when Aunt Margaret and her Uncle Jim had gotten a divorce. Her aunt and cousin had moved quite a ways away so she only really saw them on the Holidays and, if she was lucky, once or twice during the summer. The memories were flooding back and Elizabeth lay down on her bed to let them carry her away to a more peaceful carefree time. She remembered thinking that they must have taken a wrong turn because the road they bumped and lurched down wasn't even a cart path. When they finally arrived at the cabin it was so remote that they could have been the only people on the planet. The cedar structure with the wide deck facing the lake sat at the bottom of a hill. She remembered the intensity of the pine smell when they first got out of the car. It was late afternoon by the time they'd unloaded and stowed their clothes and supplies. Beth remembered that first dip in the crystal lake with her mother when they were done. The water was cool but refreshing after lugging all the stuff into the cottage. Not at the time, but now, Elizabeth realized how remarkable it was that the place had electricity. It did not however have a television. Her aunt and cousin arrived the next day. They all helped unload the new arrival's luggage and went to get ready to reprise the refreshing and cleansing swim. There were three bedrooms and a pull out couch in the main living area, which was pretty much open except for the supporting timbers. The girls were in one room and their mothers each had a room to themselves. That very first day, practically the first hour, the woman lying on her bed was realizing how pivotal the whole experience would turn out to be. They'd been excited and jabbering constantly when they went into the little bedroom to change. Although they'd been together at Christmas and had visited for a few days the summer before it had been five full years since she'd seen her cousin naked—a lot had changed. She knew from their hugs that Ginny was endowed with substantial breasts, but seeing them bare for the first time gave her feelings that were not only strange, they were confusing. What really came as a surprise was the pubic hair—or lack of it. When her older cousin stripped off her panties Elizabeth recalled seeing the long outer lips of her sex clearly and nakedly displayed below a tiny closely trimmed tuft of light brown hair. This was only the third vulva that she'd seen including her own. Actually she hadn't seen her mother's in a couple of years but her recollection was that it was mostly concealed by a fairly thick thatch of hair. She remembered feeling grown up when her own coochie had begun to develop its fuzzy fringe. That was over a year ago and there still wasn't very much there. It was only a month or so since her mother had showed her how to shave her legs and underarms. The thought that Ginny also shaved between her legs had made her kitty twitch. Elizabeth's hand had begun to lightly drum on her mound through her shorts as she thought about that day long ago. She'd been embarrassed by her childish one piece suit while the other's wore revealing bikinis. Her mother's wasn't very sexy but Aunt Margaret and Virginia wore suits that really showed off their assets and they both had a lot of assets to show off. She didn't know then why she was noticing the way their tops barely covered their nipples leaving very little to the imagination about the shape and contours of their breasts. She had of course had a glimpse of Ginny's boobies completely uncovered when they'd changed but she'd found herself paying more attention to her aunts breasts than she ever had before. It had caused a sort of churning feeling deep in her low belly. Aunt Margaret's bottoms were just a tiny triangle that barely covered her. Elizabeth was sure that her aunt also removed most if not all of her pubic hair. Thinking back on it she wondered if her aunt had always touched her mother so much when they talked, and she'd never noticed before, or if that was new. The older women had only gone in the water long enough to rinse off and then returned to the dock. Sitting in the lawn chairs watching the girls, gabbing and sipping wine Elizabeth recalled seeing her aunt touch her mother's arm and shoulder as they spoke; at one point she even touched her hair and her cheek. From out in the water she'd had no idea what they were talking about but from the expressions on their faces she'd concluded that it was a serious conversation. Virginia was first to get out that day and lay on the dock in the warm sun. Elizabeth followed suit. They were lying on their backs with their feet toward the lake so she hadn't realized that their mother's had gone back up to the cottage. The sun was blissfully warm after the cool water and she recalled lying there, eyes closed, drying and soaking up the rays when she'd heard Ginny make a sound like clearing her throat. On her bed a quarter of a century later her hand had begun a firm circular motion on top of her mons. The next seconds of her reverie were a watershed in her life, and she knew that now. She saw that her cousin had pulled the little triangles that almost covered her breasts to the side and was cupping and squeezing her boobies; recalling that shock made her hand go faster. "Ginny!" she'd said her cousin's name firmly—it was almost like a reflex. She'd never forget the glazed look in the older girl's eyes when she rolled her head toward her. "What?" she'd replied continuing her manipulation. "It feels really good , especially with the hot sun ... don't you ever play with yours?" She recalled the amazing mixture of feelings she'd felt at that question. The truth was that she had discovered that squeezing her tiny new titties did feel pretty good but she was ashamed of doing it. On the one hand she wanted to be grown up and pretend she knew all about it, while on the other she was embarrassed to admit to her self-pleasuring. Ginny certainly wasn't the least bit shy about what she was doing. Beth recalled seeing her cousin's thumbs and forefingers capture the dark pink little knobs atop her tits and pull them out. The noise she made this time didn't sound so much like clearing her throat. Her cousin apparently didn't need an answer to her earlier question because she just continued after a brief pause, "Why don't you do it too?" Her fingers made several firm taps on her womanhood as she recalled her feelings at that suggestion. The churning feeling low in her tummy was back stronger than ever and she wanted to please her beloved cousin. She remembered being thoroughly embarrassed and sort of scared—nervous—but she'd gone ahead and cupped her tiny boobs through the thin bathing suit anyway. "What ... what if my mom ... or your mom ... what if they come back?" Ginny had rolled on her side toward her, supporting her head on her hand and replied with a knowing smile, "Oh they won't be back for quite a while." Elizabeth was unfastening her shorts as she recalled wondering how Virginia could be so sure. "Not like that! Ya have to do it on the bare skin" the older girl counseled her and promptly got to her knees and pulled the top of her childish one piece suit down to her waist. Her arms were pulled down by the descending suit but as soon as it cleared her hands she brought them back up to cover her immature cupcakes. "Lemme see how they're coming along" the kneeling girl had said pulling her hands away. It only seemed fair since she was lying on her back looking up at her cousin's impressive naked titties, with the stiff looking pink pegs sticking out, swaying less than two feet above her. When Ginny cupped her little mounds and raked her thumbs over the tiny tender nipples, Beth vividly recalled the shockwave that hammered into her girlhood. She remembered her hips thrusting up as though they were searching for something. She'd managed to get her shorts and panties off and was now on her bed bottomless. "Doesn't that feel sooo groovy?" Beth smiled as the archaic vernacular echoed in her head. She was reliving the moment when her cousin rose up on her knees and pulled her string bikini bottoms down to her knees and then twisted around so she was sitting on the dock. She was recalling getting a much better view, a guided tour if you will, of the older teen's vulva. Ginny's fingers parted her long plump outer lips and a finger slipped between them. Beth watched her cousin's finger slide up the deep crease and make a wiggling motion at the top, then it went back down near the middle and disappeared up to the second knuckle. With her other hand Virginia pushed her tiny top up under her armpits and started squeezing and tugging on her breasts again. "You do it too" she remembered the command her experienced cousin had given. It wasn't until weeks later that she'd marveled that the thought of getting caught didn't even occur to her as she skinned her one piece bathing suit down. She was trying to emulate the hand movement of her instructor but apparently wasn't getting it right. "Stroke right ... up ... here ... near the, ugh ... top" Elizabeth recalled the breathless instruction and seeing her cousin pull her pussy wide until she could see exactly where she was touching herself. "Find ... find the, oh ... the little nub and ... ugh ... ugh ... rub it." Beth followed the instruction on her bed just as she'd done that day long ago on the dock. The nub she located wasn't so little anymore. She had a clear picture in her head of Ginny stroking her clit with her bathing suit bottoms around her knees and her top up under her armpits. 'Her suit was pink ... just like Michelle's' The vision of her cousin morphed into her daughter as she'd seen her just a few minutes ago just before all thought was eclipsed by the giant wave of heat and the blinding flash. "My mom wants me to join a youth group at the church ... it's run by a doctor" Becky said as their young visitor took a seat on the garden lounge. "Oh?" Michelle replied, too deep in her own thoughts to really get a sense of why her new friend was telling her this. "I was wondering if you'd go with me ... I mean I know you're not catholic but I don't think the doctor is doing like religious instruction" Rebecca explained. "What are they doing?" "Mom says the group's gonna meet once a month to discuss stuff like sexuality and relationships. The doctor is a woman ... Doctor Perez ... and she'll be there to answer any questions and to lead the discussion ... so what d'ya think? Wanna give it a try?" Michelle really felt like she was on the spot. She was looking at her friend in the antique yellow suit but she could feel Becky's mother's eyes on her as she contemplated the request. "Ya sure I'll give it a try," she answered thinking that it was easier to say yes now and back out later if she had second thoughts. "When is it?" "They meet the second Thursday of the month ... uh, so that's next week. I'm not sure what time but it'll be at held at the church." Rebecca informed her. "I'm so glad you're gonna come," she added enthusiastically. "It's so much easier to go to something like this with a friend." Missus Spencer getting up distracted them both. "I'm gonna get dinner in the oven ... can you stay Michelle?" "Hey maybe we could have a sleep over!" Becky proposed looking from Michelle to her mother. Putting off the anxiety of going home for another twelve hours or so was appealing to the younger teen. "I have no objection ... as long as you clear it with your folks" Missus Spencer consented. Michelle thought the offer through more thoroughly. She'd still have to go home and ask permission; get her night stuff if her mom agreed. 'There's no getting away from this ... you can't avoid your own mother for the rest of your life.' the realization chilled her. "OK I'll go home and ask" Michelle said hoping the nervousness wasn't too apparent in her voice. "Let me know, so I'll know how many places to set" Becky's mother requested as she headed inside. It wasn't as bad as she'd thought. She found her mother in the laundry room sorting socks. Michelle felt the tension but it seemed to be mostly coming from her side. Her mother smiled and seemed quite relaxed while she heard about the proposed sleepover. Then she put her arm around her daughter and gave her a firm sidelong hug. "I'm sorry about earlier, I should have knocked. It's completely normal and natural—nothing to be ashamed of—but I know that getting caught doing it, especially by your mother, is bound to be embarrassing," her mother soothed her conscience. Facing her now and taking her by the shoulders her mom looked directly into Michelle's eyes and said; "If you ever have any questions or ... or, anything you know you can come to me ... right?" Michelle nodded feeling a great weight lift off of her. "Now have fun at your sleepover" she concluded kissing her daughter on the forehead, "and tell missus Spencer that you're not gonna mooch dinner over there every night." She chuckled through the last and went back to her chore. Michelle raced up to her room with such a sense of relief she was almost floating. Stuffing her night shirt, underwear and clothes into the mini knapsack, the memory of the sensual massage with the sunscreen reemerged. Her pussy gave a sudden twitch and the feelings; the fluttering tingle low in her tummy was back. Arriving in the Spencer's backyard she found it vacant. Michelle was wondering where he friend had gone when she emerged from the house wearing shorts and a T shirt. The way her boobs jutted out like gigantic ice cream cones drew the younger girl's attention immediately. Even though the top was loose fitting Michelle had no trouble seeing the seams and contours of the evidently substantial bra that Becky was wearing. She was no expert on boobie covers—she'd only been wearing one herself for a year—but she knew from shopping with her mom that the bra her friend was wearing was not well suited to being worn under a T shirt. "You changed" she observed as Rebecca approached. When her neighbor was close enough to communicate in a whisper she said "I hate that bathing suit so much ... I'd never wear it if I didn't have to." "I think it's kinda nice ... you know... sexy ," the younger girl complimented recalling the first time she'd seen her friend skimming the pool and how the cute ruffle on her bottoms had intrigued her. The word sexy hit the older girl like a slap to the mons. She didn't need any more evidence that her neighbor was curious but having a verbal innuendo that supported the body language was nonetheless thrilling. 'I'm curious for you ... caught my attention... ' she heard Katy Perry's voice express her thoughts. The rest of the afternoon they got to know each other better; likes, dislikes, and swapped stories. The rapport was building and so was the curiosity and physical attraction though neither could figure out how to express it. Every now and then Becky would punctuate or add emphasis to her story by touching Michelle's arm or hand as they sat side by side on the garden lounges. Each time the younger girl felt like her new friend's hand was electrically charged. It made her skin tingle, and the tingle seemed to migrate in the direction of her very tender zones. For Becky the warm smoothness of her neighbor's skin was irresistible she wanted to touch it constantly—caress it—but she didn't dare. She contented herself with contact when it seemed—or could be made to seem appropriate. Her eyes alternated between the cute younger girl's face and her luscious little body so tightly packed into the pink two piece. When her eyes were on Michelle's face the focus invariably became the younger teenager's lips. They were so full and pouty—soft looking... 'taste of her cherry ChapStick... ' "Girls! Dinner in ten minutes" missus Spencer called from the patio doorway. "Michelle you might want to put some clothes on." "Bring your stuff you can change in my room," Becky said and lead the way. The layout of the house was similar to her own. As matter of fact they were mirror images. Becky's bedroom on the upper level was on the right, while in her house her room was on the left, the adjoining bathroom was nearly identical to her own. Once they were inside Becky closed the door and they stood looking into each others eyes—neither spoke. 'Us girls we are so magical. Soft skin, red lips so kissable... ' Michelle turned and marched into the washroom carrying her overnight bag. As she passed through the doorway a thought went through her head that thrilled her to the core. She left the door open. She'd noticed in her own room that from where her friend was standing the whole of the bathroom was visible reflected in the vanity mirror over the sink. Even though she stepped around the corner and had no direct line of sight to the busty blonde, she was quite sure Rebecca could see her reflection if she chose to look. 'It's not what good girls do, not how they should behave. My head gets so confused, hard to obey' Reaching up behind her back with both hands she released the single 'Z' hook that held her top in place and dropped it down her arms. Michelle looked at the reflection of her forming breasts and managed to resist the urge to put her hands on them and squeeze. It wasn't easy. Her brownish nubs were hard and begging for attention, all hot and tingly. Looking past her own reflection back into her friend's bedroom she saw Becky standing right where she'd left her. Her friend either not having her discretion or for some reason not realizing that the topless girl in her bathroom could see her just as well, was unabashedly squeezing her conical wonders. That sight made it even harder for the younger girl to resist, but she pushed on by pushing down on tight the pink bottoms. It was like peeling an orange to get the stretchy material over her rounding little butt. Jerky downward thrusts with her thumbs hooked in the waistband quick alternate thrusts of her hips accomplished the feat. As the two piece bottoms cleared her adolescent booty she noticed that she now had enough tittie flesh that they wobbled just a bit when she wiggled like that. Stealing another glance at her playmate in the mirror she noticed that Becky was only using one hand on her boobies now because the other was clutching her crotch. Michelle wondered, standing naked in front of the vanity, if her neighbor could see how much she was shaking. The desire to grab her breasts and her girlhood, just like her friend was doing, was powerful. What stopped her from succumbing to the urge was the inkling that if she started she wouldn't be able to stop. For another few seconds she stood there displaying her pubescent treasures and then quickly put her clothes on in spite of her trembling and shaking. Both girls would have told you that it took fifteen or twenty minutes when in fact it had been less than five. Michelle returned to the bedroom feeling quite unsteady. Becky stood in the exact same spot as if she'd taken root. The younger girl noticed that her host was wringing her hands. She approached and their eyes locked again. "Girls ... food's on the table, hurry up please" Becky's mom called from downstairs. Neither spoke but they held hands as they headed for dinner. 'Us girls we are so magical. Soft skin... ' Over dinner they all got to know each other better. Missus Spencer's questions about her religious upbringing made their dinner guest a little nervous and embarrassed because there wasn't much to tell. After dinner they watched a movie on cable TV. The girls lay on the floor head supported in their hands while Becky's mom sat on the sofa. They would have been surprised to learn how little time Maryann Spencer spent looking at the screen compared with the time she spent looking at the teenaged butts encased it the short shorts. Then it was bed time. Rebecca kissed her mother on the cheek as they went their separate ways at the top of the stairs. Michelle went directly to the bathroom where she'd left her overnight bag. She was disappointed to not see her friend peeping at her as she stripped out of everything but her juvenile little panties with the tiny blue ribbon bow just below her belly button. With a sigh she dropped her well worn cuddly nightshirt over her head and pulled out her tooth brush. As she began brushing the older girl came in through the open door wearing a mid thigh sleep shirt very similar to hers. Dual sinks expedited the bedtime preparations. The younger girl was running a brush through her shoulder length brown hair when her host picked up the lip balm and applied it. "Want some?" she offered the ChapStick to the friend. The label confirmed that it was cherry flavored. Michelle took it and applied the greasy substance to her lips and handed it back. Their eyes met trying to search each other's soul. The physical sensations they were experiencing were remarkably similar. 'It's not what ... I'm used to, just wanna try you on... ' It was her natural shyness that made the younger girl break the gaze and scurry back into the older girl's room. Standing at the foot of the double bed and realizing that they'd be sharing it made her shudder. "Which side do you want?" Becky's voice right behind her made her jump and spin around. "Uh ... uh, it's your bed you choose" she croaked. They were face to face again—inches apart. 'I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boy friend don't mind it.' the lyric invaded Rebecca's brain. When Michelle's eyes closed the older girl was sure her overnight guest was puckering up. Her heart was racing. As her head started to move forward it caught her eye again—Christ on the cross—the Holiest of images. The churning in her lower belly turned to a solid cold lump and she retreated. "I'll take this side" the older girl moved around the bed and slipped under the covers. Michelle's disappointment nearly made her scream. Her lips were tingling anticipating the contact that never came. She got herself under the covers on the other side and Becky extinguished the light. "Good night" her host said from the near total darkness. "G'night" the younger girl replied and turned away toward the outside to the bed. They were both awake for quite some time each lost in her own thoughts. NEXT: Maryann hopes that the Hispanic doctor can guide her through the spiritual—physical conflict, but memories of previous doctor's office experiences are cause for concern. Elizabeth's husband's lack of performance takes her back to a more fulfilling episode in her life. |