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Subject: {ASSM} Katie/Lyn Chapt 6 - Together Again {Gina Marie Wylie} (ff teen rom)
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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 6 -- Together Again
By Gina Marie Wylie
Mom wanted to eat early, so we had soup and after dinner I went
up to my room to study. At seven, when Lyn hadn't called, I went
and got the upstairs phone and dialled her number. "Katie!" Lyn
exclaimed. "We just got back! Could I call you back in a
second? I'm about to burst!" I laughed and hung up.
Half an hour later it rang, and I picked it up quickly. "Wow,
what a day! Mom's car wasn't ready, they said they had to order a
part, and it won't be ready until Monday!" Lyn went excitedly,
"It means I won't be able to drive us anyplace this weekend,
Mom's going to be using the car."
"I don't think it will matter," I told her, wondering if this
would be a good time to mention Rachael. "All we were thinking
about was going to the park, then to the mall later."
"I didn't think you'd mind." Lyn said cheerfully, then there
was a short silence and when Lyn spoke her voice was soft. "I
missed you." Sounding a little lonely.
"Me too." I told her. "I'm looking forward to this weekend so
much! Do you realize we'll be together for more time all at once
than we've been together since we met?"
"Oh yes," Lyn giggled. "And I want to make you come more
times tomorrow before sundown that we've come together since we
met."
"Considering how I feel right now," I told her, "that's not
going to take that long. Maybe you should shoot for two or three
times as many?"
"I'd like a little time for myself," She said.
"A lot of time. Equal time." I told her. "I want to kiss you
so much..."
"Yeah," Lyn murmured. "If it wasn't so late, I'd come over
there and we could work on homework or something."
"Something certainly sounds good." I replied, and we both
laughed. "But my parents are both home, something would be
hard."
"I'm sitting here, touching myself, wishing it was you doing it
for me." Lyn said, her voice a little husky.
I thought about Rachael and blurted out, "I talked to Rachael
this afternoon. She's never done it. Touched herself. Didn't
even know what the word meant."
There was a silence for a second on the other end, and I was
afraid Lyn would be jealous. "Never done it? Never come?" She
giggled. "It might be fun for the two of us to teach her." We
both giggled. "Wonder what she's doing this weekend?"
"She wanted to know if she could come with us to the park,
Saturday." I told her, feeling giddy wild, like my first night
with Lyn, wondering what it would be like. For a second my mind
conjured up a picture of Rachael kissing and touching my breasts,
while Lyn licked between my legs.
Oh! I realized with a start that I'd come, just by squeezing
my legs together and thinking about it.
"I can tell what you're thinking about," Lyn told me. I
blushed, even if no one was there. "You really want to?" She
asked again.
"Lyn, I love you." I told her. "I like being with you, making
love. Just talking. Rachael's nice, too. I don't know what I
think, sometimes."
"I think we're growing up." Lyn pronounced, "Coming of age,
learning about our sexuality. All that other BS. When all we
are is just two love-starved teenagers, looking for a good time."
I could picture Lyn in my mind, sitting talking on the phone,
probably touching herself. Lyn added, "Look, I'd like it too,
Maybe Rachael could come over to Saturday to your house? We
could show her how!" She giggled again, "Maybe give her a little
more of a demonstration than we did yesterday."
"She's a little shy, we don't want to come on like William." I
said, and Lyn sobered.
"No, we don't want to do that. But, it's not like either of us
are extroverted cheerleaders or anything. It all she wants to do
is watch, it'll be a little kinky, but not as kinky as three of
us together." Lyn definitely knew how to cut through emotional
baggage; I grimaced. "Katie, I have to get some dinner if I'm
going to enough strength to get through this weekend. See you
tomorrow?"
"Yes. I'll be dreaming of you."
"Love you too, Katie."
The next morning I woke early, showered and get into the
clothes I'd long since picked out for the day. Dark brown cord
slacks, a slightly lighter cord blouse. I wore a pair of rather
plain panties, but I tucked a racy pair of bikini panties in my
purse, well down towards the bottom and a matching bra. I combed
my hair down my back, not bothering to braid it today.
The morning raced by and at PE I was careful of the clothes,
more so than usual. Rachael smiled at me, and I grinned back.
Again, at the end of the period, Rachael was asked to gather
equipment, I stayed to help.
"How come you get this chore all the time?" I asked; it had
occurred to me that Rachael had been doing it a lot, not just in
the last couple of days.
Rachael nodded towards Miss Prather, the coach. "I was having
some problems earlier in the year with one of the other girls,
Miss Prather said I could do this and miss the mess in the
showers. She's nice."
I assented and again we were in the shower as most of the
others were leaving. I washed quickly, but standing so I could
see Rachael, who in turn was standing facing me. She blushed,
but didn't look away, even when I spent a few extra seconds
rubbing the soap between my legs. Rachael's nipples were very
tight, I could see. She was enjoying herself, too.
I happened to glance out of the corner of my eye, seeing
someone standing a ways back from the entrance to the showers.
Miss Prather. She was just standing there, watching us. Rachael
put up her soap and started to rinse, just before I did the same,
I saw the tip of Miss Prather's tongue, wetting her lips.
We dried off and Miss Prather Ôstopped by' to talk as we
dressed. "You both must have lunch now, right?"
Rachael nodded, and "Kate helped me the other day."
Miss Prather nodded. "I heard. You have to be careful,
Rachael."
Rachael sighed. "It's hard to be afraid of people all the
time."
"Not afraid," Miss Prather said, "just think about what you're
doing. There are far more nice people in the world than clowns,
you just want to make sure who you are dealing with." Miss
Prather was spending a lot of the time looking at Rachael,
particularly when she was sliding on her panties and settling her
bra in place. I came in for a couple of quick glances as well.
Evidently Miss Prather preferred someone a little more endowed,
as she always quickly went back to looking at Rachael.
As the two of us were walking to lunch, I couldn't help but
say, "You have quite a friend there."
Rachael looked at me, a little puzzled. "She's been nice. We
talk, a lot, sometimes after PE. She's trying to get a math
degree; she says she hates PE nearly as much as we do."
"You don't believe her?" I asked, uncertain what she meant.
Rachael laughed. "She's a PE teacher; a coach. If she didn't
like it, why does she do it?"
Because, I thought, she got to watch the girls shower. And
talk to them as they got dressed. "She doesn't seem like most of
the other teachers," I agreed, "maybe she didn't have any
choice."
I touched her sleeve. "I talked to Lyn, last night. Her mom's
car is still in the garage, so we're not going to the park. We
were just going to hang out tomorrow at my house; maybe in the
afternoon, take a bus to the mall. You'd be welcome to come
over, anytime."
"Really? Lyn doesn't mind?"
I shook my head. "She likes you too, you know. We both like
you." I didn't want to go into just how much I liked her, and in
truth I couldn't speak for Lyn either. It was still a radical
idea. We ate and talked like we'd been friends for years and I
hated it when it was time to go.
The afternoon was like the morning, racing by. I'd been afraid
it would drag, but my degree of anticipation seemed to match the
sundry busy work the teachers had us doing on a Friday afternoon.
The last bell rang and I bolted out the door, dashed into the
restroom and grabbed a stall. I quickly changed panties, put on
the other bra and stuffed the rest back in my purse. Even as
fast as I was, Lyn was looking a little worried when I saw her at
her locker.
I stopped, a few feet away, amazed. "You're wearing a dress!"
I exclaimed. It was really nice, dark brown like my clothes, with
hints of darker colors, even a little blue. A full dress, too,
not just a skirt and blouse.
Lyn smiled at me. "You're the first person to notice today,
except for my mother; she helped me pick it out."
"It's lovely." I reached out and took her hand; the hell with
what people thought. "You're beautiful."
Lyn squeezed my fingers, quickly, before we both let go. "I
wore it just for you." Her voice was much more quiet than usual.
"Besides, it we're going to walk to your house, I'd get all hot
and sweaty in jeans. This way, at least there's a draft." We
both giggled and Lyn picked up a back pack, and we started on the
walk home.
I usually walked the two miles in twenty minutes or so; it
always seemed like a million miles and twenty hours. Today it
sped by like the rest of the day as we talked and chatted,
lightly flirting, occasionally brushing fingers.
I let us in the front door, my fingers only able to work the
key because of long practice; I was trembling almost
uncontrollably. We went inside and Lyn shut the door, shrugging
out of her pack, while I sat my purse down on the table by the
door.
"I told myself I would not make a fool of myself," Lyn said,
stroking my arm, "by leaping upon you as soon as we got through
the door and dragging you to the floor. But, Katie, I really
want to."
"It's okay with me," I whispered, "but my bed would be much
more comfy." I leaned close and kissed her, and in a second our
arms were around each other, hugging the other tightly.
Lyn's hand dropped to my bottom. "I love these pants," she
said as she massaged each cheek with her fingers, "Next time I
won't buy a dress, it'll be pants like these."
It felt every bit as good as I'd hoped, and I kissed her
fiercely, telling her how much I approved of everything so far.
After a minute Lyn smiled at me.
"I can't tell if you want to go to bed here or go to bed there."
I used my tongue to slurp one of her ears. "Lyn, I want to go
to bed." We both laughed, and again she pressed her body against
mine. Lyn started undoing my blouse buttons, I responded by
continuing my assault on her ear. Lyn slid her fingers under my
bra to stroke my nipples, pushing my lacy bra out of the way.
"I love you," Lyn murmured, looking at my bare breast. "I
love your little titties, I love kissing them." Her head dipped,
and her tongue sought out the hard center of my nipple, licking
and sucking on it. I ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying
the smooth feel of it, soaring with pleasure as I neared an
orgasm.
Lyn switched attention to my other breast, and I did come;
light and sweet. I looked at her, wanting Lyn so much. I reached
out and took her hand in mine, tugging lightly, "Come, there's
been something I've been wanting to do all week." I led her,
hand in hand, up to my bedroom, where I undid the zipper of her
dress, drawing it down. I carefully slid the dress from my love,
hanging it carefully out of the way, carassing Lyn only a few
times.
I turned back to her in more of a hurry, and undid her bra,
letting it slide carelessly on the floor, then I slid my fingers
under the waistband of her panties, pushing them down. Lyn
cooperated gladly, kicking them away. I took her both her hands
as I laid down on the bed, pulling her to sit on my chest.
I kissed her inner thighs, using my tongue to explore the two
little hollows where her legs joined her body, making her shiver
with pleasure. My hands rode up over her breasts, tweaking her
nipples, making them the hard nubbins I remembered. "Dear
Katie," Lyn sighed, as my tongue got closer to its goal, "I
could move and we could both enjoy this."
I looked up at her and grinned. "I'm enjoying this very much.
This is for last Saturday, to repay you for how wonderful it
felt." I blew lightly on the soft down between her legs, then
followed up with my tongue. Her taste was a little different
from earlier in the week, more salty, more smell of perspiration.
It wasn't unpleasant, I thought, as my tongue swivved her clit,
then sucked on the little organ.
I ran my fingers lightly over her bottom, stroking delicately
in the crevice, then kneading her firm cheeks as my tongue
pressed into her vagina, plunging as deeply as I could. Lyn
sighed, then as I worked my tongue in and out, let out a small
moan. I looked up at my love; her hands were massaging both her
breasts, devouting much attention to her nipples, the look on her
face was sheer bliss. I pressed her bottom, pushing her more
firmly towards me, striving to stick my tongue ever further
inside her.
Lyn came for the first time, and I shifted my attention back to
her clit, licking and sucking on it, until she came again. Lyn
slid down, kissing me lightly as she lay on top of me. "Katie,
that was so wonderful! I can't believe we had to wait so long!"
Her tongue licked at my mouth and I lifted mine to her kiss.
Our oral digits dueled delightfully until Lyn lingeringly licked
my teeth. A spasm of electric excitement ran through my body,
and I ran my hands over her bare back, eliciting little sighs of
satisfaction.
Lyn lifted herself a little up. "How did I come to be
undressed, and you not?"
I giggled. "You were wearing the dress. So you ended up
undressed, and I ended up partially unbloused. I still need work
there, then I need to be depantsed."
Lyn moved to brush her nipples against mine, a heavenly
feeling. "I wish we knew more about making love," She sighed
softly. "Not that this isn't nice," she added hastily. "But
there are bound to be things we don't know that would feel as
nice as this."
"We're learning as we go," I agreed, "and fun it is." I ran
my fingers over her firm bottom and pressed her to me. Lyn was
right about my not being undressed, it would have felt much nicer
if it was Lyn pushing against me rather than my slacks.
Lyn arched her back and moved between my legs. Definitely time
to lose the pants, I thought. Lyn smiled as she looked into my
eyes, then lifted up and worked the snap of my pants, and
together we managed to wiggle them off without dislodging Lyn
from her perch. When we repeated it really did feel much better
to have Lyn's pussy hairs rubbing through mine, and when our
clits touched, that was special too.
For a long time we lay together, kissing and stroking each
other, moving together in wonderful contact. Lyn kissed and
rubbed my small breasts assiduously, and I really liked it. "I
wish they would grow more," I whispered.
Lyn smiled, "Dearest Katie, I can't tell you how much they turn
me on just like they are. Besides, a boy told me once that
anything more than a mouthful was wasted." Lyn sucked my breast
inside her mouth, using her tongue on my nipple.
I sighed with pleasure. "I'd be happy with a mouthful," I
murmured, enjoying her ability to rouse my nipples to happy
hardness. Lyn giggled, but kept on doing what she was doing.
Her fingers moved across my stomach and sought out the little
button between my legs, rubbing it tenderly, but firm enough so
that I came after only a few minutes. Lyn slid down my body,
dragging her breasts across my skin, until her tongue replaced
her finger, then it too dipped into my pussy.
I don't know how long Lyn kept at it, but I came several times,
and when finally I could take no more, pulled her up so that I
could lay in her arms, and we could trade little sweet kisses.
For a while we drowsed, replete and happy. Lyn finally
stirred. "I don't know about me, dear Katie, but you need a
shower."
I blushed, something that was at least happening less often.
But she was right; I was sweaty and sticky, with mixtures of my
juices intermingled with hers, dried here and there on both of
us. "Yes," I told her, "I hate to move, though."
Lyn kissed me on the forehead. "Come on, lazy bones! Let's
get wet!" She jumped out of bed, dragging me by the hand towards
the bathroom and the shower.
We had a giggling dispute how hot the water should be, managing
to splash a lot of water around. Finally Lyn lathered my body,
as I reciprocated, taking special care of her breasts.
We kissed, my tongue spearing into her mouth; hers welcoming
the invasion, trying to trap mine into some corner for what ever
purposes one tongue chases another. Her hands ran more soap over
my body, then one finger penetrated inside me and I froze,
savoring the rapture of having my lover attending me. I pushed
hard against the finger inside me, and Lyn added a second finger,
moving in and out rapidly, the heel of her hand pressing down on
the outside of my pussy. I cried with pleasure, making loud
noises until I came, and even then I bucked my hips against her
plunging fingers until I came again. I hugged Lyn to me, hard,
not ever wanting to let her go. That's when the hot water ran
out.
I dragged the sheets off my bed, making a mental note to do
laundry before mom got home. I knew she'd said she was
understanding, but multiple changes of linen? Finally we were
together again, wrapped in the darkness of early evening, holding
each other tightly; as if there would be no tomorrow, or even a
later tonight. Looking at Lyn though, I knew there would be
times later tonight...and tomorrow, and for a long time after
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