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Subject: {ASSM} Alpha Centauri Amazons (FF, sci-fi) - Chapter 4
Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2003 23:10:03 -0400
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Hi people

Once again I want to thank you for your very encouraging reactions for all
my stories, including this ongoing sci-fi project. I hope you like it. And
don't forget to send your feedback. Feedback is the best stimulus for me to
keep on writing. Anyway, I will continue regardless, but it's nice to know
you're there, too.


To read the first three chapters and my other stories, go to my site at:

http://www.sistersinlove.org


Thanks,

-jan






FOUR


Although Lisa and Linda Wells shared the same surname, they hardly had
anything in common. Linda felt some odd, unspoken animosity from the older
woman, as if Lisa resented her somehow. Linda didn't understand exactly why.
She had tried to be dutiful and helpful, but Lisa didn't seem to appreciate
her efforts to please and do well. The triumvirate formed by Lisa Wells,
Mandy O'Neill and Sandra Lemay was getting more powerful by the day, which
was resented by a silent minority, or so it seemed to Linda. It was true
they had been chosen in a relatively democratic way, but *only* for leading
them back to Earth, not to the frontier of the unknown.

A common dislike of the growing popularity of the Triumvirate had brought
Linda Wells and Sandy Bates together. They had two other things in common:
they had had fairly successful careers as teenage models and both displayed
a slight tendency to anorexia.

Sandy was having a bad time, for she was a heavy smoker and, apparently, the
ship's food dispensers didn't understand the concept of a cigarette. Those
cursed machines had no dials, no buttons whatsoever, very much like the Aga
cookers Linda had seen at a friend's house in Bournemouth, England. The
women on board had to will the food they wanted to eat using their minds.
Sometimes those miracle-making machines obliged, sometimes they didn't. Some
girls were able to will anything, while others were not able to communicate
with the food dispensers at all. Sandy lay in between, being able to will
almost every kind of food, but so far all attempts to materialize a pack of
cigarettes had failed. Linda was a mostly a "no-willer." The dispensers
would more often than not remain empty, to her great frustration. She had
despaired, she had silently cried on her bed, until she was rescued by Sandy
Bates. The brunette would will Linda's food, with a snide smirk on her face.

Ten days since they had left Earth's orbit, Sandy was all smiles. She came
to Linda's room with a pack of cigarettes in her hands.

"How did you get it?" Linda asked, surprised beyond belief. "Don't tell me
you are able to will it now!"

"I asked Paula, that German woman who spends most of her time in the gym.
Apparently she's able to will anything in those fucking machines."

"Did she do it for you?"

"No." Sandy shook her head. With a devilish smile, she added, "I tricked her
into it."

"How?"

"I dared her do it. I said I didn't believe she could will anything. I dared
her will a pack of cigarettes in the machines, and she did it. Ha!"

"But do you have a lighter?"

"No, and that sucks... I have to find one, or some matches... You haven't
got any, have you?"

Linda shook her head. "No, I don't smoke."

"You shouldn't. It's a filthy habit."

"Why do you smoke then?"

Sandy grinned as she let herself plummet on Linda's bed. "I started 'cause I
wanted to keep myself thin. You know... It was hard in the beginning not to
eat... then I got used to it. Then I kept smoking because of the parties..."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. It was fun, though."

Sandy took a cigarette out of the pack and scanned the room for any
potential source of fire. She grumbled when she couldn't find any. "I hated
those parties. I hated the drugs those sons of bitches gave us to 'make us
feel better' and so they could screw us at will."

"I stayed away from that scene. My mom was very protective of me, and she
found me a good agency. They were quite good, very professional."

Sandy glanced her friend with some disbelief. "Then you got lucky, because I
saw many girls being screwed by men much much older than them. In the U.S.
they would be thrown in jail, but in Europe... shit happened, and nobody
cared."

"It's their own fault. I saw it too, but I always said no to the drinks and
the pills they offered me."

"But when you're 14 or 15 you can become overwhelmed. Some girls didn't know
how to say no. I saw it time and time again."

"Yeah, I know... The attention was flattering... but you gotta know where
you stand."

Sandy smiled and brought her hand to Linda's hair. She caressed it for a
while, her fingers running through the hair threads of her friend. "I have
to tell you this... I really thought you were this stupid bimbo when I first
saw you, but then I got to know you better... You're okay after all."

Linda smiled, lowering her eyes, watching the floor of the room, which had
the texture and the color of human skin. "Thanks," she said, exerting
herself not to blush. Then she raised her eyes, which fell on the naked
belly of her friend. Sandy's short T-shirt had gone up to her midriff
leaving Sandy's flat stomach bare. "Did you will that too?" Linda eventually
said.

"What? My clothes?"

"Yes."

"No, not really. It was a French girl called... I forgot her name. She found
a way to materialize any kind of clothing out of the dispensers. Just tell
her what you want and she'll do it for you. I know that transparent green
son of a bitch left us some clothing in our closets, but I like to have
something new to wear."

"Yeah, *they* thought about everything."

"Yeah, but let's not think about it, or I'll flip out again."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's go to the swimming pool. I heard that Mandy found
a way to fill up the pool on the first level with water."

"You forget a small detail."

Linda was about to commit diapedesis through the door of her room when she
turned back to see Sandy and her impish smile. "What?"

"We have no bikinis."

It was Linda's turn to pull a wicked smile. "No need. Everybody's skinny
dipping."

"You're kidding me," said Sandy, jumping to her feet and forgetting her
cigarette on Linda's bed.

"No, I'm not. Look, there are no cops in this ship, and... it's only us
girls. So... there's nothing to worry."

When they arrived at the swimming pool Sandy Bates could not believe her
eyes. There were about twenty naked girls with luscious bodies lounging on
the poolside, exposing their skin to a kind of artificial sunlight. The room
had a intense brilliance as though they were really enjoying themselves
outdoors. Even the ceiling was sky blue and there was a mild breeze hitting
their nostrils with the scent of recently mowed grass.

"Man, this is amazing," said Sandy with a gaping mouth.

Linda giggled. "I told you, didn't I?"

"And all these women," said Sandy, feeling her nipples jutting against her
T-shirt.

"What about them?"

Sandy remained silent. She didn't want to utter the word. She had always
liked women... their bodies, hair, scent, the way they moved. She was crazy
about long-limbed women... and there were so many to choose from, now that
there were no men to speak of. "They're gorgeous."

Linda knitted her eyebrows. "Don't tell me you're a lesbian."

"Oh, come off it! That word doesn't make sense anymore."

"Why not?"

Sandy turned to the blond woman, feeling her sudden nervous loathing. "All
men are dead. We don't have any other choice, even if we wanted to have
one... I am not a fucking nun and never will be. And this is really simple,
so simple that even a 3-year-old child would understand. It's either with
women or nothing. And opening her hands in front of her, as if to rest her
case. "So..." Sandy bit her lower lip and then broke into a chortle. "Come
on. Don't be a mouse. People are already calling you 'mouse', did you know
that?"

"Who?" asked Linda, visibly upset, almost on the verge of tears.

"Don't know," Sandy said as she approached the edge of the pool. "And I
don't fucking care." She slid off her T-shirt and was about to get rid of
her blue jeans when she heard a muffled sob. She turned to see Linda leave
the pool room and enter the main corridor of the first level. "Jesus," she
exclaimed. "She's really a frigging mouse."

As she looked for a place to put her folded clothes she noticed an
attractive blonde staring at her.

"You can put them right next to mine," the blonde said.

"Thanks," replied Sandy, noticing the honey-colored, well-toned body of her
interlocutor, who lazed on a lawn chair covered with a blue towel. She was
slender but with the athletic build of a tall Nordic woman. Sandy's eyes
avoided the blonde's naked breasts but still she was able to see the pointed
nipples and the darker disks of her areolas. She was extremely attractive,
Sandy decided, but there was a vague resemblance in that face full of joie
de vivre. "You remind me of someone, but I don't know who."

The blond woman laughed and said, "Probably my sister Kirsten."

"Kirsten?  Kirsten who?"

"Kirsten Johanssen."

"Kirsten Johanssen is your sister?!"

"Yes, she is. I'm Reidun Johanssen."

"Oh fuck, man."

Instead of looking surprised or hurt, Reidun sat on her chair hugging her
naked long legs. "Yeah, I heard you and Kirsten had a nasty fight. My sister
is a troublemaker. She's got a big mouth. I hope you can forgive her."

"I don't want to talk about it."

Soon as she said it, Sandy dived into the bluish water and swam effortlessly
to the opposite side of the pool. When she opened her eyes she saw that
Reidun still followed her with her gaze. Realizing this her nipples went
rigid immediately, so much so that they hurt a little. She felt her sex
respond too, the slick secretions accumulating in her womanhood. She wanted
to feel and open her pussy with her fingers, because her pulsating lips
below itched slightly. Even though she was surrounded only by females, she
felt ill at ease being so openly sexual. She didn't want to be humiliated
again by being so forward and open about it. Reidun had apologized for
Kirsten but that didn't really matter. Kirsten should have been the one to
apologize, not Reidun.

Sandy swam back to where Reidun was and saw that beautiful Norwegian girl
smile. Sandy melted completely, her excitement being heightened by the water
running against her swollen clitoris. She held herself up on the edge of the
pool and smiled at Reidun. "Sorry for being so nasty. I didn't mean to.
You're just Kirsten's sister. You have nothing to do with our quarrels."

"I know," said Reidun, sliding off the elastic of her long blond hair,
letting it cascade around her face and down her shoulders.

"Wow, you're so beautiful."

"I know."

Both girls looked at each other and laughed. Reidun's apparent conceit was
deceptive.

"Are you always this uppity?" Sandy asked as she raised herself to the
poolside.

"Uppity?" said Reidun, standing up and holding out her own towel.

"Yes, uppity. You know..."

Reidun smiled flipping her hair toward her back. "You mean... that I am
convinced I am pretty."

"Not pretty, beautiful."

Reidun smiled again. "You're very beautiful, too. Maybe we should start
dating."

Sandy's surprise had no bounds. She was used to be picked up by men, but a
girl being so forward was definitely not a everyday thing.

Reidun laughed this time as though she found Sandy's shock amusing.

"You, Norwegians, don't lose time, do you?"

"Well, in Norway we didn't have much time during some parts of the year, you
know. Our parents and forefathers had to make life-and-death decisions very
often, or you and your family would die from hunger or exposure to the cold.
We're a tough people, but we are less liberated than you, Americans, think."

"Well, that sounds interesting to me. You have to tell me all about it. So,
I think we should definitely go out on a date."

"Good," said Reidun, offering her hand for Sandy to shake.

Sandy laughed and both girls shook hands.

"*Hyggelig a treffe deg*," Reidun said.

"What?"

"*Hyggelig a treffe deg*. Pleased to meet you, in my language."

"Same here," said Sandy, wondering how two sisters could be so different
from each other.

Sandy dried herself in the blue towel and watched Reidun's beautifully
formed bottom with two visible dimples of Venus, as her grandmother used to
call those depressions at the lower back. "I'm done, thanks."

Reidun laid out her towel on her chair again and sat down on it. She looked
up at Sandy and said, "You can sit here next to me. Even if we, Norwegians,
like to have our space, I'll make this exception for you."

Sandy laughed, becoming somewhat nervous. The craving for a cigarette
returned at full tilt. She sat beside Reidun, able to feel the sweet scent
given off by the other girl's sinuous body. Sandy finally dared to stare at
Reidun. She saw her eyes had a strange mix of colors like dark yellow, brown
and green. Her lips were thin, but not too thin. Her blond hair was lustrous
and naturally pale yellow. Sandy felt her own desire return, her nipples -
as taut as wire - betraying her to the blush, her sex becoming wet.

"And I must tell you something," said Reidun, lowering her voice.

"What?"

"We usually don't say that to people."

"What?" Sandy said, perplexed and curious at the same time.

"I mean, we don't greet people like, 'Please to meet you' or 'How are you.'"

"No? Why not?"

Reidun shrugged. "I don't know. We just feel that people say it because they
have to. So, we just don't say it."

"So why did you say it to me?"

Reidun grinned. "Because I like you and I did mean it. That's why."

"How can you like me? You don't know anything about me."

"I don't know. I just do."

And when Reidun smiled at Sandy, the American girl melted completely, her
secretions wetting the other girl's towel. She was too enraptured to notice
it, though. If Reidun kissed her right there she would... She didn't know
what she would, and so, almost involuntarily, her hand grabbed Reidun's,
their fingers intertwining.

At last the Norwegian girl seemed to have caught on her desire, Sandy
realized. She could see that Reidun had stopped breathing for a while, her
lips trembling for a fraction of a second.

"Wanna go to my room?" Reidun whispered.

"Yes."

"Okay, let's go," said Reidun, pulling Sandy by the hand.

"Wait, our clothes."

"We won't need them."

"But..."

"If they disappear we'll will new ones. So, don't worry."

Sandy felt stupid because Reidun's reasoning was so clear and
straightforward and guiltless. And braving the unknown she let herself be
dragged by Reidun. She shut her eyes and lowered her head to dodge the other
women's curiosity as they walked down the main corridor completely naked.
She almost hit an orgasm when, hand in hand, they jumped into the magenta
sparkles, being catapulted up to the second level where Reidun's quarters
were situated. That enormous energy had ran through her body so freely. It
seemed to have entered every pore of hers and, having another hand holding
hers, had amplified the whole sensation.

Before they reached Reidun's room, Sandy could not take it any longer. She
made Reidun stop and kissed her on the mouth. Reidun seemed surprised but
reciprocated in a bat of an eye.

"*Jo, du er het.*"

"What did you say?" said Sandy, panting.

"You're hot, but let's go or everybody will think we're crazy."

"Don't worry about my reputation," Sandy said with a mischievous smile as
they kept walking hand in hand. "It's already been run down to the ground."

"Yeah, my little sister has managed to do it, I heard." Reidun pulled the
other girl through the membrane-like door and once inside she began to kiss
her ardently.

"And they say you're a cold people," murmured Sandy, breathing heavily, her
hands feeling Reidun's breasts.

"Who?" Reidun asked before kissing Sandy, sucking her lips, then her tongue
and saliva.

"I don't remember. It's what I heard. On the runways you hear a lot of
stuff."

"You're a model?" asked Reidun as her hands pinched the other girls nipples
and traveled down to her lower belly.

"Used to." Sandy brought Reidun's hand to her trimmed bush.

"It figures."

"Why?"

"Don't talk. Let's fuck."

Reidun pushed Sandy to the bed and enveloped her lover with her long body.
She kissed her neck, her earlobes, then her neck again; tongued that milk
white body, too thin for her age and build. In spite of her appreciation of
that writhing body full of desire, Reidun's hands lost themselves in the
nipples and breasts before them. Her mouth soon took the hard nipples
prisoner.

Sandy moaned. "Damn, you're good."

"Yes, I am," it was the answer.

Sandy laughed in spite of herself. She felt that devious tongue trick her
into the verge of an orgasm, but she managed to fight it. It was too soon to
have one. However, before that tongue could touch the lips of her pussy, she
was assaulted by an orgasmic tsunami. Her body went taut, her legs
absolutely rigid, as she felt the blood being pumped into her pulsating
clitoris and womb. Electric currents filled her head, magic thoughts filled
her mind. For the first time in her short life she felt completely loved.

Before she could rest, though, Reidun had to have her fun. The Norwegian
girl went down on her and ate her for a full hour. Sandy forgot how many
orgasms she had had. It all seemed like a dream, it all sounded like one,
too. But when Reidun kissed her she knew it was everything but a dream.
Still she wondered, before she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.


(to be continued)

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