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Subject: {ASSM} Katie/Lyn - To The Weekend {Gina Marie Wylie} (ff teen rom)
Date: Wed,  5 Nov 2003 16:10:06 -0500
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The following is fiction of an adult nature.  If I believed in setting
age limits for things, you'd have to be eighteen to read this and I'd
never have written it. IMHO, if you can read and enjoy, then you're old
enough.

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Yes, I really am *that* Gina Marie Wylie, and yes, it's been a
while.  I can be reached at gmwylie98260@hothothotmail.com, at least if
you remove some of the hots.  Story codes are ff and fff.

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	Chapter 4 -- Towards the Weekend

	By Gina Marie Wylie

	That night I lay in bed, wrapped in the darkness, remembering my
time with Lyn, savoring the feelings we'd shared.  I could not help
rubbing myself, one hand lightly stroking my breasts, another between my
legs.  It wasn't much of a battle; as much as I enjoyed touching my
breasts, between my legs made me shiver and nearly come.

	Two, three times, I tip-toed almost to the edge of orgasm, each time
holding back the last little bit.   I concentrated on my clit, rubbing
it hard and fast, gasping with pleasure.  I was so deliciously close to
coming, but each time I got close, I'd slow down; it was just so good, I
wanted to enjoy it over and over.

	I heard a small noise and looked up; instant horror!  Mom was
standing in the door to my room, watching!  I was so close to coming
right then!  I felt angry at being interrupted, scared at being caught.
She walked over and sat down on the bed next to me.  "Kate,"  she said
and stopped, looking down at me.

	"I'm sorry,"  I stammered.

	She shook her head.  "Don't be silly, Kate,"  She said softly, "we
all do it."

	I was so surprised, I couldn't think of anything to say.  "The other
night when you came back from the mall,"  she continued, "I could hear
you too.  And today you were with your friend again.  Kate, are you and
she?"  Her voice trailed away.

	Startled,  I gasped, "Mom!"  not daring to answer.

	"That's why you want her to sleep over, isn't it?"

	I wanted to die, crawl under the bed.  Hide.  She leaned down and
kissed me on the forehead.  "I don't think we should tell your father,
but I understand, Kate."

	I couldn't believe it!  She sighed.  "When I was even younger than
you, I had a friend too.  Sometimes we kissed each other, once we
touched each other's breasts.  It was nice.  Except in those days, well,
it just wasn't something we could do.  And then I discovered boys."  She
shook her head, looking wistful.

	"You're really not angry?"  I asked, too stunned to really believe
it.

	She shook her head.  "A little jealous, maybe."  She said softly.
"I wish..."  She stopped and looked down at me.  "It was so long ago."

	In my mind I pictured her kissing someone who looked a lot like Lyn,
and I felt all tingly again.  Mom's eyes rested on my breasts and I
realized my nipples were hard.  "You're thinking about her, aren't you?"
her voice was almost a whisper.  I nodded.

	She kept staring at me.  "I always dreamed about what it would be
like.  For so long I've wished..."  She shook her head like someone
who's run into unexpected cobwebs, then took a deep breath.  "I should
go.  Leave you in peace."

	I reached out and touched her hand.  "Thank you for understanding."
As I did I felt further embarrassment; it was the hand from between my
legs and my fingers were damp with my own moisture.

	A smile quirked the corners of her mouth.  "You looked so happy,
just now. You and your friend share something that some of us only dream
about.  Something special."

	Mom stood up to go and I let her hand go.  "Sleep good, Kate."

	I half sighed, half laughed to myself as she turned and left.  "Not
for a while,"  I told myself.  My finger went back between my legs,
stroking my clit, I was very wet.  I rubbed my nipples with my other
hand, and in a second was floating on a cloud of bliss, then I came.

	When I woke up the next morning I felt more rested than I could
remember having felt in years.  I looked at the clock; it was a little
after six!  I'd never gotten up this early before!   I did though, took
a shower, dressed in black levis and a cord shirt and was sitting eating
breakfast when Mom came in. "Good morning, dear."  She said, and leaned
down and kissed me on the forehead. I smiled at her, still unsure about
last night.  "Sleep good?"

	"Better than ever before."  I told her.

	"Me too."  Mom actually giggled, before bustling around the kitchen
making breakfast for herself and dad, and getting her own lunch ready to
take with her to work.  I could hear dad coming down stairs and she
smiled at me for a second, as if sharing some secret, then went and
poured a cup of coffee for my dad, who showed up in a rush, as usual.

	At school I looked forward so much to meeting Lyn after school,
there was so much I wanted to talk about.  Daydreaming about her got me
through most of the morning, up until PE, which I had just before lunch.

	PE is not my favorite class; I try hard not to think about it much.
That day we were told to dress out and once we had all donned shorts and
t-shirts we had to do a bunch of exercises, followed by a few laps
around the basketball courts. Then for the rest of the period we sat and
listened to the PE teacher say, "This is a basketball.  That's a hoop.
You try to get the ball through the hoop.  This is called dribbling,"
And so forth.  Ugh.  Like we hadn't been playing since fourth grade,
when none of us could even throw the ball high enough to get it in.

	The thought brought a mental grin.  I'd gotten quite expert in the
last few days about putting things through little round holes.  I felt
my nipples harden, and it took all of my self control not to blush.  I
snapped back to the class as the coach told us to shower.

	I hadn't thought about it before; even dressing out had been
mechanical. Open my locker, hang up my blouse and jeans and pull on my
t-shirt and shorts. Not enough time to pay attention to anyone else.
But the showers?  What was going to happen when I was alone in a room
with fifty other girls, all rubbing their naked bodies?

	Standing in the locker room, I grew very nervous.  How was I going
to react? If I was a lesbian, were my nipples going to get hard like
when I was thinking about Lyn?  Would I get wet between my legs?  I
almost turned around and headed out, without the shower.

	The girl at the next locker pushed past me and I took a deep breath
before glancing quickly at her.  I'd seen Judy undressed a hundred times
since we'd started taking showers in seventh grade.  She was a little
heavy and her breasts were large, with giant nipples.  Looking at her I
felt nothing...nothing at all.

	By the time I was dressed again and on my way to my next class I was
feeling much more confident.  Sure, some of the girls I thought were
pretty, some sexy. Most weren't anything like that.  Fat and skinny.
Short and tall.  None of them meant what Lyn meant to me.

	At lunch Lyn came running up to where I was waiting in line to buy a
sandwich.  "Just got a second, Katie."  She grinned at me.  "Mom told me
I have to go grocery shopping this afternoon, after school.  Price of
the car keys."  I nodded, trying not to feel too disappointed.  "I'll
call you, okay?"  And was off at a run.

	I ground my teeth.  I'd been frustrated last night, and had looked
forward to today with eager anticipation.  I thought I was coming to
grips with everything and I'd really wanted to talk to Lyn about it.  I
just couldn't do it on the phone.  I wanted to talk to her, face to
face.  Privately, maybe hugging her and kissing her while we talked.
Tomorrow, I guessed.  I would have to settle for tomorrow.

	By the time I got home, I was sort of glad Lyn wasn't coming over.
It seemed like all my afternoon teachers knew she wasn't coming over and
so had piled on homework.  Geometry, Biology, English.   I sat down at
my desk in my room and plowed through it, getting up finally in time to
come down for dinner.

	Afterwards, I read and when Lyn called, we talked in general terms
about school, particularly the geometry class, where we had the same
teacher, just different periods.  And about the weekend; both of us were
excited about spending so much time together, it was hard to think about
it.

	I only touched myself lightly once I was in bed before falling
asleep.  I was, I thought, very horny, and wanted to be ready for Lyn.
Save it up, I thought.

	Wednesday morning I decided to wear a denim skirt, with a zipper up
the front, and a denim blouse, with snaps.  After school I met Lyn at
her locker, and we talked for a few minutes, before walking out to the
parking lot to her car. It took all my will power not to hold her hand,
but a couple of times I brushed her fingers with mine and she did the
same back.

	In the parking lot we were almost at her car when we both could hear
a girl's voice say quietly, "Please, no! Stop!  Please, stop!"  And a
second later, "Don't!  Please don't!  I want to go!  Let me go, please!"
The voice was urgent, but very soft.

	We traded glances, surprised.  Lyn walked over to a car with no one
visible in the seats and opened the door.  "I think she means for you to
stop."

	A senior was laying on top of a girl I knew from my English class,
literally tearing at her clothes.  "Fuck off!  Mind your own business
and close the fucking door!"

	"If she's too polite to scream, I'm not."  Lyn said.  "Let her go."
He glared at Lyn, but it was an awkward position to be in for him.  I
saw Lyn start to draw a breath, and I'm sure he saw it too.

	"Fucking cunt!  Who needs you!"  He said, and roughly dragged the
girl up, pushing her out of the car, to sprawl on the ground.  "Go play
with yourself! Next time, don't tease!"  He started the engine and
pulled out abruptly, nearly hitting us, then roared out of the parking
lot, fishtailing and screeching tires. I saw old Mr. Ferguson simply
stare at the car for a second, then write down the license number.

	A second later he was standing next to us, looking at the girl,
Rachael Sanchez, her name was, as Lyn and I helped her to stand up.  Her
blouse was ripped, both her breasts visible, her bra hanging loosely.
"Are you okay, Miss Sanchez?"  Of all of the teachers at school,
everyone adored Mr. Ferguson.  He was kind and sweet and spent all kinds
of time helping people pass his physics class.  If you had to take
physics it meant you were going to a big league college, studying
science.  It was important, but it was hard for most kids.  I wasn't
looking forward to it, but I looked forward to having him for a teacher.

	"I'm okay."  Rachael said, more or less getting her clothes so that
they covered her.

	"Mister Dresser has been skating on thin ice for some time.  If you
wish to file a complaint, I can assure you he will arrested.  None too
soon."

	"I just fell."  She said in her soft voice, without looking at him
or us.

	"As you say.  You have, oh, a day or so, to complain.  After that,
well, the school and the authorities start to wonder why you waited."
He looked at Lyn and I.  "Miss Swain, I believe it is?"  Lyn nodded, and
he looked at me.  "Miss Hanson.  You have a car, I believe, Miss Swain?
I'd appreciate it if you could help Miss Sanchez home, she rides the bus
normally."  Mr. Ferguson was legendary; he knew everyone's names, even
the freshman.  And everything about you.

	Lyn said we'd be glad to give her a ride, Rachael merely nodded
mutely.  We got into Lyn's car, I let Rachael ride shotgun.  "Where to,
Rachael?"  I asked, trying to be friendly.  I could see she was on the
verge of tears.

	"I don't know what I'm going to do."  She said, then the tears did
come.  "My dad's home now, he works nights.  And if he sees me, he's
going to go crazy. He's wild about keeping me `safe.'"

	Lyn laughed.  "Mine's like that too.  Look, we were going over to
Kate's, I was returning a skirt she loaned me the other day,  we were
going to study together."  I felt a pang, studying hadn't been on the
agenda.  Another day lost...  "But Kate wouldn't mind loaning you a
blouse, will you Kate?"

	"No problem."  I said.

	"I don't like to ask favors..."

	"This isn't much of one,"  I said,  "Since I met Lyn, I'm getting
good at loaning clothes."  Lyn giggled and even Rachael looked less
serious.  We drove in silence to my house, all of us locked in our own
private thoughts.  I led the other two up to my room and pulled a plain
white blouse out of my closet to match the one Rachael had been wearing.

	"I'll give it back tomorrow,  I promise."  She said, almost in tears
again. "Thank you."

	"You're a sister."  Lyn said abruptly.  "If we don't help each
other, who else will?"

	"Thank you.  Thank both of you."  She shook her head, and the
repairs to her blouse came undone.  I thought the soft round breasts
under her lacey bra were pretty.  "He offered me a ride home, I'd been
late; I'd missed an assignment and had to get it from the teacher after
school.  Only the teacher wasn't there....and William offered me a ride
home.

	"When we got in the car, I thanked him, and he said if I really
wanted to thank him, I'd let him kiss me."  She looked at us sadly.  "I
was flattered. He's a senior, really popular.  I didn't think it would
hurt.  But he didn't want to stop...and he wanted other things, too."

	"It's not your fault,"  I said firmly, Lyn echoing my words.  "Some
guys are just like that."  I gestured to my bathroom. "Why don't you go
and change blouses."

	She nodded, and went silently into the bathroom and swung the door
closed.  I sat down on the bed next to Lyn.  "I've missed you so much,"
I whispered.  Lyn put her arm around my back, moving her hand up and
down over my blouse.

	"Me too."  And Lyn kissed me, and I kissed her back.   We grinned at
each other.  "Like trains passing in the night."  Lyn added, "so many
sidetracks."

	"Yeah."  Somehow Lyn managed to pop my bra hook through the denim
material of my blouse.

	I looked at her and she grinned.  "I want you so much,"  she
whispered.  We kissed again, and I put my hand on her breast, and tried
to push her bra out of the way so I could touch her nipple, but met with
only limited success.  Lyn moaned, and pushed her tongue into my mouth,
and I duelled with it.

	A startled "Oh!" interrupted us.  I blushed beet red, as I saw
Rachael standing in the door to the bathroom, nude to the waist, holding
her bra in her hand.

	Lyn broke out in a giggle, as she moved her hand out of my blouse.
"We're never going to be able to hide,"  She said looking at me.

	I nodded.  "Would you believe that door used to squeak horribly,
drove me nuts.  I spent two hours a year ago oiling the hinges, working
with a little file to stop it."  Anything to keep myself from wondering
what Rachael must be thinking.

	"You do good work,"  Lyn said dryly, and laughed again.

	"I...I.."  Rachael stammered, "the hook's broken.  I wanted to
borrow a safety pin."  She waved the damaged bra.  It was pretty, and I
half wished I could see her wearing it.

	I got up off the bed went to my desk and rummaged through the center
drawer and walked over to her and handed one to her.  My heart was
hammering, trying to ignore her bare breasts.  They were very different
from mine and Lyn's.  We were both small, my breasts hardly more than
bumps, Lyn's were fat cones, mainly nipple.  Rachael was small too, but
her breasts were pert apples, sitting high on her chest, with small,
very dark nipples.

	Why was it I wasn't affected like this in the shower with a hundred
bare titties around me?  Including Rachael's? Was it hormones?  As soon
as I get excited, I want anything in sight?  With a mental snort, I
wondered if I should have been a boy; that's what they seemed to be
like, except they didn't need a jump start.  "Here,"  I said, handing
her the small piece of metal.  She fumbled with it, for a brief second
our fingers touched.

	Our eyes met for a second and Rachael's eyes widened just a bit.
"I'm sorry about..."

	I shook my head.  "We were the ones getting carried away."

	Rachael smiled a bit more.  "I came home once and saw my older
sister with her boyfriend, kissing like that.  I was told to go to my
own room and mind my own business."  She giggled, "I did, but it didn't
stop me from wanting to peek."

	"Did you?"  Lyn asked as I sat down next to her, "peek?"  Lyn took
my hand and clasped it.

	Rachael shook her head.  "I have two older sisters, one who just
joined the army.  Three younger brothers.  If you spy on someone, they'd
spy back.  The only way to have any privacy is to mind your own
business.  And keep your mouth shut about anything you see accidently."

	"You're not going to tell anyone about us?"  Lyn pressed.

	"Are you going to tell anyone about William?"  She shot back, and we
shook our heads.  "It would be mean of me.  And I'm not mean.  And
besides, if I talked about every couple who made out at school, I'd be
hoarse for a week."

	All of us laughed, and Rachael went back into the bathroom, shutting
the door tightly this time.  I looked at Lyn out of the corner of my
eye.  "I'm not much of a sneak, am I?"

	"No better than me, Katie."  She squeezed my fingers.  "We need to
think more carefully about how we behave in front of other people."

	"My mom knows about us."  I said quietly.  "I'm not sure how, but
she knows. She's not angry or anything, though.  It's okay with her."

	"Mine too.  But one of these times we're going to get caught by
someone who does care.  Or who will talk."

	We sat holding hands tightly, lost in our own thoughts, until
Rachael made a big production of opening the door.  "Thanks,"  she said,
and started to say something else when the phone on my desk rang.

	I jumped up and picked it up; the voice on the other end said,
"This is Jenny Swain, is that you Kate?  Is Marilyn there, maybe?"  I
kept saying yes, and handed the phone to Lyn, who had a big question
mark on her face.

	She spoke a few words, and ended, "Sure, no problem,"  and hung up.
She turned to us, "Mom's car broke down downtown.  She's called a tow
truck, but wants me to come and pick her up."  She gestured at Rachael,
"Are you ready?  I can drop you off."

	"That's okay.  I don't live far from here, I can walk.  It'll only
take a few minutes.  Who wants to be stuck downtown?"  Downtown wasn't
the nicest place to be, that was for sure.

	Lyn nodded, and we all trooped down to see her off.  Rachael thanked
her one more time, and then was off.  "I should go too,"  Rachael said.

	"I have a pile of homework,"  I added.  Yet I could hear the `but'
word in what both of us said.  "Would you like a drink or something,
before you go?"  It was a warm afternoon, after all.

	She nodded and I led the way back inside, and when I gave her the
beverage list, she said water would be fine.  I poured her a glass of
the bottled stuff we kept in the fridge, and we sat down at the living
room table.

	After a moment of silence Rachael looked at her glass.  "Lyn said
earlier we were sisters."  I nodded, "Girls and sisters."  She looked at
me.  "It was different today, with you and Lyn.  I don't know how to
describe it.  I don't have many friends.  More like, none, actually.  We
moved here from Texas a year ago.  We move a lot."

	"We did when I was little, but after second grade, my father said he
was sick of it, and they only way they'd pry him from this house was
with dynamite."  I told her.

	She nodded, "Talking to you and Lyn, it was like you were my
sisters.  In my family, no one is supposed to see you undressed, unless
you're ready to go outside; it's hard to do with eight people in your
family, except for my sisters..."

	She was silent again for a minute.  "I didn't mind you and Lyn
seeing me like that...even when I saw the way you were looking at me."

	"Lately I've come to think I have a one track mind."  I said, trying
to sound lighter than I felt.

	"Could we be friends?"  Rachael said suddenly.  "Not like you and
Lyn, but friends?"

	I nodded, unsure again what was happening to me.  I wanted to be her
friend, not only was she pretty, but she was just plain nice. "I want to
be friends with Lyn, too."   Rachael added then said so plaintively,
"I've been so lonely here." She bit her lip.  "I was flattered when
William offered me a ride, I really wanted to make friends. even when he
wanted to kiss me.  He wanted to go too fast."

	"He was a jerk.  Worse than a jerk."  I said heatedly.  "Nothing
like that has ever happened to me,  I don't know what I'd do."  I wasn't
making much sense, I knew.  "Fight."  I said.  Then added, more softly.
"I'm glad we were there to help."

	Rachael bobbed her head.  "Me too."  We smiled at each other.  "I
really should go now.  Thank you, Kate."

	"You keep thanking me.  I didn't do anything for you I wouldn't want
you to do for me.  I do want to be your friend."  I touched her hand.
"Very much." Rachael smiled shyly, and turned; I watched her walk away.

	Life, was, I thought, getting very confusing.

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