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From: splineduck@hotmail.com (Spline Duck)
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Subject: {ASSM} [rom fest]  Stargazing by Spline Duck (FF Rom RP)
Date: Fri, 21 Jun 2002 01:10:05 -0400
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How did "Stargazing" come about? Good Vibrations' "May is
Masturbation Month" made me want to write a story that said
something about masturbation. Kate, from my story "Can't, Won't,"
was an obvious choice. Wild for much of her life, she has
recently limited herself to self-pleasuring. Both sides of the
coin in one character. But she can still be kinky (see Can't,
Won't). Her horny roommate, Mitzy, didn't seem to fit in this
story. Mitzy wants GUYS. So a friend who shared Kate's early
explorations seemed right. Steamy summer night, good party, two
friends who weren't going to get it on with men, at least that
night: sounded like a good setup. So one thing lead to another
and a dare lead to yet another. I like the feeling of openness
and hiding and gentle friendship in this story.

While writing, I thought about how to end the first scene (and
the story). Talma having a smoke seemed like an opening. I had
good friends trying to quit, so that led to a story of group sex
and yet another scene.

I was just finishing "Stargazing" when the second anniversary
party for ASSM was announced. I immediately sent it in. 

all the usual warnings about content and copyright apply !

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Stargazing
by S. Duck

I jumped as the door suddenly opened. The music got loud and then
went back to a muffled volume. I continued leaning on the rail,
looking into the dark. I didn't turn as footsteps came across the
deck. Talma's hand slowly circled my waist; then she pulled me
tight against her hip. I pressed back.

"Hi, Kate. What's going on out here?" she said.

"I just came out for a bit of air and the quiet. I wanted to look
at the stars and the sky."

"I saw you with Stan. The two of you were fiery together. He can
really dance."

"Stan? Oh, yeah, that's his name. Sexy! I think I'll take him
home with Mitzi and me tonight. Oh, and thank you; thanks for
inviting Mitzi and me here tonight."

"Well, I hadn't seen you in a couple of months. It seemed like
time to get together. And, besides, I haven't thrown a party for
a long time."

I paused for a moment and then said, "I was looking at the stars
and thinking that you were always the one who knew their names.
Somehow, I was never interested enough to memorize the names.
What's that bright one there?"

"Silly. That's not a star, that's Jupiter; it's a planet."

"Well, I did know that Jupiter is a planet. I just didn't know
what it looks like."

"How many times have we looked at the stars from this deck?"

"Who could count? We've been doing it since we were little, when
it was Mom's house," she said.

"We had so many sleepovers when I'd ride my bike over here. We'd
sit out here on hot nights like tonight, just talking and
watching the stars."

"I like to remember the times we'd go lie down on the grass down
below, in the dark shadows, surrounded by fireflies. Just you and
me talking about boys and school and what we'd do with our lives.
Looking up at the stars and just talking." She went quiet.

"Later on, it was mostly talking about boys," I said.

"Why don't we go down on there for a better look, like we used
to?"

I thought for a second. "Sure, I haven't seen any mosquitoes
tonight. Let's go! It'll be just like old times. Just me and my
best friend in the dark."

"Careful on the steps. I know the way down in the dark, so hold
my hand."

I held her hand and felt my way down the steps. We lay down on
the slope below the line of bushes that block the view and the
light from the deck above. As our eyes adapted to the darkness,
the Milky Way slowly brightened.

"It's such a beautiful, clear night, one of the best. I love
looking at the Milky Way when it's so clear and dark," I said.

"I've always felt peaceful down here at night. The stars look so
near and personal. I like to think about them masturbating."

"Masturbating? Talma, what are you talking about?"

"Well, mostly they're all alone. Some of them are double stars,
so I guess they might be doing kinky things to each other through
the eons, but lots of them are solitary. A few are even multiple
stars: far-out, stellar group sex, maybe."

"Talma, that's just plain weird. But it does give me a different
perspective on looking at the stars. Maybe it gives me a
different perspective on you."

We lay quietly on the grass. For a few minutes, we just quietly
looked up at the stars. Then Talma said, "That group there is
Lyra, the lyre, that bright star, Vega, and the four in a figure
below it. It was the instrument of Erato, the muse of erotic
poetry. It's my favorite summer constellation. It always reminds
me of feeling sexy under the open sky."

"Yeah. Some summers we spent almost every night down here.
Remember how we'd be naughty by lying here naked when there was
no moon? How young were we when we first did that? I can't even
remember."

"We couldn't have been more than seven or eight. We did it for
several summers before we understood anything about sex. It just
felt deliciously rebellious."

"Yeah. And we began to understand about sex when I was twelve. I
remember that first masturbation clearly."

"And then you rode your bike over here like crazy the next
morning to tell me what you'd discovered and how we were going to
have such a good time that night after dark."

We were quiet a while, and then she said, "Sometimes I come down
here in the dark and relive that evening."

"Oh?" I said, and then I paused for a beat or two. "Not getting
enough in the marriage bed? Hubby not keeping up?"

"Kate! I'm sticking my tongue out at you!" She blew a raspberry.
"Actually, he does fine, but sometimes he falls asleep, and
sometimes he's just out of town, and sometimes I just want a
little variety."

"You want variety, you should come along to Seropan's some
evening with Mitzi and me; we'll get you plenty variety."

"I don't need that much variety. Maybe it's just that I like to
reminisce a little."

"How much do you like to reminisce? We could playact that first
time right now, right here in the same place."

"Kate! Are you serious? Aren't you getting enough from your
excursions to Seropan's?"

It was my turn to blow a raspberry at her. "That sounds like a
dare to me. You're game?"

"Sure! Strip!"

We lay back down in the grass, naked as twelve-year-olds. Talma
started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" I asked. "This was pretty serious the first
time."

"I was just remembering my mother coming out onto the deck to
call us in at night. I almost expect to hear her any minute. I
was remembering how she called us in that night, right after you
taught me to get off. She would have died if she'd known what we
had been doing."

"OK. Serious now. Let's get started."

But she started giggling again. "Talma! Come on. Are we going to
do this or not? Get into character."

Still giggling, she said, "I just feel a little silly doing this.
And besides, I seem to remember that I giggled a bunch that first
time, so I am in character. So there!" And she blew me another
raspberry.

"OK. Let's try this again. Twelve years old now. Talma, first
take one hand, and move it down to the bottom of your stomach
until it comes to the lump over the bone, just above where your
legs meet. Just stroke that a little, kind of pet it. Move your
hand around and down a little; it feels like a little copy of a
horse rump, wide and soft and then divided down lower."

Talma was starting to kind of hum to herself. "Mmmm. That feels
good."

"Kind of get hold of it, and squeeze the whole thing. Pull on it
a little. Now, pull your hand back up, and slide it back down,
but this time, let your middle finger slowly glide down the
groove. Just press ever so lightly."

Talma was still humming slightly. "Kate, I'm getting so excited,
doing this with you again."

"Well, it's supposed to get us going. I was going to say 'Feel
how silky and soft the skin is down there,' like I did when we
were twelve, but it doesn't feel quite the same as it did when we
were twelve. Seems to be quite a bit hairier. You know, I like to
think of it as my Grand Canyon: shrubbery around the rim, deep
with folds and turns, and moist far in the center."

"Now who's out of character," Talma said.

"Oh! OK. But when we do this again, we should both shave first."

"When; when? You plan to do this again?"

"Well, we're doing it again already. We did it in our teens;
we're doing it again now; who knows when we'll do it again? Let's
start again. Aren't you supposed to giggle now?"

She giggled.

I scratched where some grass was tickling my hip. "Let's see if I
can remember just how I did it then. How'd I start?"

"I think the first thing you said was 'You won't believe how good
this is going to be. I'm so glad I have a friend to share it
with.' And then you started telling me what to do."

So, I started up again. "You won't believe how good this is going
to be. I'm so glad I have my best friend to share it with. Spread
your legs, just a little. Take one hand, and rub your tummy and
then move it down until it comes to the lump over the bone, just
above where your legs meet. Just stroke that a little, kind of
pet it. Move your hand around and down a little; it feels like a
tiny copy of a horse's rump, wide and soft and then divided down
lower." I started through the whole routine again, quietly
reminiscing.

We started with caressing, and then moved on to rubbing. Soon, we
were into stroking. "Now, start at the top of your slit, and
slide your middle finger down, slowly down until you reach the
hole where you pee. Then slowly back up until you reach the point
where those little lips come together. That's where the tip of
your clitoris is. It should feel real good right there." It felt
good for me back then, and it did again now. I was starting to
breathe harder. I knew it felt good for Talma, because she was
kind of groaning, moaning, and humming, all at the same time.
"OK, Talma, here's where it gets good. Just start rubbing up and
down, lightly on the tip, just for a second, and then come up
along the shaft." I heard her kind of startle and then to start
breathing deeply.

Talma let out a big sigh. "Oh, Kate, it feels so good. I didn't
know it would feel so good."

Was she talking in character? Was she describing how she felt in
the present? Her passion and the ambiguity raised my excitement.
I heard myself grunt and then moan. "Talma, keep going. Speed it
up! I'm getting close. Let's finish together."

I heard her release a little squeal, a squeak; then she took a
huge breath. "Kate, Kate! Now, I can't hold it any longer." And
she took another huge breath, a noisy rasping one; a straining,
almost pained sound. Then she gave a short sound like a cough;
no, that must have been me, starting to come.

"Oh, yes, Talma. Come with me; here I go." Sweating, grunting, I
swung my arm around, hitting her arm. Gasping, I grabbed her arm.
I heard her gasp, and then I heard us both exhale in huge sighs.
I lay there, dripping, feeling the grass under my ass, looking at
Lyra, feeling serenity seep into me. Slowly our breathing
returned to normal, and we lay there peacefully looking up at the
stars.

"What are you doing?" Talma was rummaging around in the dark.

"Looking for my lighter. Ah, found it."

A small pool of light from the flame lit up her nude body. I
asked her, "Haven't you given those things up yet?"

"I keep trying. I've tried a lot. Once, I decided that since I
enjoy cigarettes, I should try something more enjoyable to
replace them. I'd masturbate and give myself an orgasm every time
I wanted a cigarette. Worked for two days; did you ever get sore
from too much sex? Ouch!"

I laughed. "No! Well, not from doing it to myself, but there was
the time with the high school football team."

"What? Our whole football team! I knew you went with Billy
Johnston in high school, but I didn't know you took on the rest
of our team. What'd Billy say to that?"

"It wasn't our team; it was Northside's. I was mad after Billy
dumped me, so I figured I'd do the entire other team, twice
actually. I set it up with their captain, Hunter Larkin. I made a
deal with him. I did the whole team after practice, a week before
the big game. The deal was that I'd do them all again if they
won. Figured that'd give them a big encouragement to win. Boy,
was Billy miserable when our team lost. Everyone figured there
was no way Northside could ever win."

Talma was shrieking with laughter, rolling on the lawn. She
gasped out, "I ... I ... I can't believe you did that. You ...
You're putting me on, aren't you?" Catching her breath, she
asked, "You did the whole Northside team?" And she collapsed onto
the lawn again, holding her stomach. "Twice?"

I was starting to get into the spirit of it, too, laughing so
that I had a little trouble getting the words out. "Oh no! I'm
not putting you on. Not. I even did their geek manager. But I was
sore afterwards." I paused to laugh and then to catch my breath.
"Just a little sore the first time, but pretty darn sensitive the
second time, 'cause it was only a few days later." Talma was
rolling around in the damp grass, laughing too hard to talk.
"Talma. Are you laughing at me?" I said.

"No!" she gasped. "But I think it's incredibly funny. Billy dumps
my friend, Kate; so she screws the entire other team. What a way
to get back at Billy!"

"I stayed home from school the next day, pleaded cramps. I was
just way too sore to walk between classes."

"But wait! It's cool that you did all of them to get even. It's
cool that you encouraged them to win that year, but Billy
wouldn't have known that you helped his team lose. Not much of a
payback for dumping you. I mean, you knew he'd be pissed at
losing the game, but he wouldn't know you got him."

"Well, it wouldn't be much if that's all I had done. I would have
been satisfied just with screwing them all, but I wanted Billy to
know that he had screwed up by dumping me. So, I told him--I sent
him pictures, and I added a note."

Talma got a lot more serious. "You told him? Pictures? Weren't
you afraid of what he'd tell people?"

"Hell, by the time I started going steady with Billy, I'd screwed
half the guys in our class. Who would he tell that would care?
They all knew I was a wild woman. If he told anyone, it would
just improve what everyone knew about me anyway, and it would
just make him look like an ass. Besides, I was going off to
college, and he wasn't, so what difference could it make?"

"So you screwed the whole Northside team and sent the whole
travelogue to Billy and then left town! This is great."

"Actually, there were only two pictures. They were close-ups of
Hunter and me: one, him just entering and the other, all the way
in; he has the biggest penis I've ever had. The note said,
'Billy, Thought you'd like to see why Northside won the big game.
I like them big now, not like yours. Hunter's is really big, and
you can see that I can really take it.' I wonder what Billy's
doing these days; still working at his father's lumber yard, I'd
guess."

"These days, he's actually running the yard. I saw him at a party
a few months ago. SOB backed me into a corner and spent five
minutes feeling me up before I got out; came close to using my
knee on him. I didn't want to make too much of a commotion at the
party, but I'd have loved for him to have gone home with his wife
asking why he was limping.

"But after hearing your story, I know what I'll do next time. If
he does it again, I'll grope him for a while to get him hard.
Maybe I'll even stick my hand down his shorts. When he's good and
interested, I'll go, 'Oh, it's true,' and quickly back away.
Then, I'll say 'Hunter Larkin's is still bigger than yours.'
That'll fix him." And then we both started rolling around on the
grass, laughing again.

"Kate," she gasped, "Kate ... Kate, I'm still horny, or maybe
just horny again. The first time was so good; let's do it again,
this time we'll dedicate it to Billy Johnston, who'll never screw
either of us again."

"OK," I choked out, "OK; just let me catch my breath for a
minute."

I thought for a minute and then asked, "Are you sure you want to
do this? I mean, aren't you going to want to play with hubby
after the party? You might be all used up afterwards."

"He's no good for anything tonight. That's how I found you on the
porch. He started on beers before anyone arrived tonight. I found
him sitting in a stiff-backed chair with his back to the window
onto the deck, just staring into space, totally bombed, just
staring. When I went to get him to take him up to bed, I saw you
out on the deck. So I dragged him upstairs, poured him into bed,
and came out on the deck to visit with you. He walked into the
door on his way into the bedroom; he's out for the night, and I'm
on my own. C'mon, let's party a little more! I'll lead this time;
this time it's my way."

I lay down, but Talma was doing something, so I sat up again.
"What's up, now?" I called.

"I told you that I come down here sometimes to enjoy myself. We
keep a spare house key in one of those hollowed-out fake rocks.
But I have a second rock that no one else knows about. I keep
some supplies in it, just for those special, personal occasions.
Here's some tissues for you. Now, hold out your right hand."

I put out my hand, and she took hold of it. Something wet landed
on it; it was slick, slimy. "What's that?" I asked.

"Lube. You know what to do with it, don't you? When I told you I
come down here to enjoy myself, I meant I come down here to
really enjoy myself. I don't intend to risk making myself chafed
again. I don't really need this stuff, but I like the variety of
how smooth it feels. Just let me know if you need some more."

We lay down, side-by-side again. I looked up at the stars again.
There was Lyra. The grass tickled my sides and butt. I started
giggling this time.

"Well," Kate said. "What is it now?"

"It's just the two of us, lying here like we did when we were
horny teenagers. It's fun thinking how little has changed in some
ways."

"OK. Here we go. Put that lube where it counts. Tell me if you
want some more. I like to slowly rub my moist three long fingers
up and down from the very top end of my clit, slowly spreading my
outer lips, down past the tip of my clit, and all the way down
until the tips of my fingers go into the opening of my vagina.
Then slowly backing out pressing harder, all the way back to the
top of my slit, just to where the hair starts. Back down again,
just to the point of the tips going in, and then back again.
Slowly, slowly. I love to feel the width of my fingers spreading
my outer lips. Mmmm. Are you following along?"

A little breathless, I was startled to be asked a question. "Of
course I am, but it's just too intense for me to touch the actual
tip so soon. But why don't you give me a little more of that
lube. I'm wet enough, but my clit would enjoy a little more
slipping."

She slopped a bunch more lube on my hand, and we both went back
to the matter at hand. "After I've done this for a couple of
minutes, then I use my left hand on my tits. First, I take the
whole right one in my hand and squeeze it lightly. Don't stop
with your right hand. I do that a few times, then I start to
knead it, the whole thing. Mostly, I'll just do it gently, but
every so often, I give it a good squeeze; now. Gently a few
times, and then firmly again. Squeeze now, Kate." At that, she
moaned gently.

For me, the response was a gasp; my breasts are much too
sensitive for such fervent molding. I backed off to my own
comfort zone. My hand glided slowly over my breast, almost
missing the nipple. Talma plunged ahead.

"Squeeze harder, now." I heard her gasp and then start to breathe
more deeply. As if from a distance, I heard my own reaction,
almost a mewing sound.

I was getting warmer, sweating in the humid air near the grass.
"Talma, I'm so aroused. My vagina is getting so wet it's
leaking."

"Mine, too," Talma said. "Isn't that what you want? Now, I like
to start lengthening my stroke so my fingers go in up to the
first knuckle." And she started to pant, just a little. "Now I'm
moving my hand to my left tit; that's the more sensitive one."
She gasped, again. "Just knead it firmly for a while."

Lord, how can she do it so hard, I thought. I'd levitate if I did
it like that. Just a couple of gentle squeezes and I went back to
light stroking. That's enough to send me.

Now Talma's breath was rapid and growing deeper. Mine followed
hers. I was getting close to a climax as she was building toward
hers. I could hear the wet sounds as our hands squirmed in and
then sucked back out. Talma whispered, "Now. Start pulling on
your nipple; roll it back and forth between your fingers. Pinch
it hard. Now, I start moving my hand back and forth over the
shaft of my clit. The head is getting too sensitive to rub now."

I took my hand off my breast; I needed it for something else. I
raised my butt up and put two fingers into my vagina.

"Kate! Here it comes!" I heard her draw a huge deep breath and
grunt like she had before. Then she said in a strained whisper,
"Here's to you, Billy Johnston," and she sort of squealed. Her
orgasm triggered the start of mine, I felt like my clitoris was
growing larger and larger, more and more sensitive. If I didn't
come soon, I'd have to start stroking it like a man. I pushed
those two fingers in and held them there, my vagina pulsing
tighter and tighter as I started to come. My fingers moved back
and forth on a huge clitoris, and then I froze as the orgasm
peaked.

I lay on the grass with my legs open, too spent to even close or
straighten them. I looked up at the quiet stars; I felt as
peaceful as the heavens. Talma was gasping next to me, her legs
just flopped open, too.

Sweaty and breathless, we lay quietly in the heat for some length
of time. Crickets and the slow motion of the stars finally
brought us back to the present. I took Talma's hand, squeezing
and then just holding it. She sighed, and we watched the stars
for a while longer. Vega spun past the zenith.

Then we heard the door onto the deck slide open, the music
swelling as it slid.

"Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down," they
sang.

The door slid closed, and the quiet was accented by footsteps on
the deck.

Kate whispered to me, "Party's over. I set that up as the last
song."

The footsteps stopped, and it was quiet again. Mitzi called out,
"Hey, Kate. You out there? Stan and I are ready to go home. Kate.
Hello."

Talma squeezed my hand again, and we called out simultaneously,
"Coming, Mother." And we collapsed into a giggling hug.

END


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