Chapter 5 -- Diversions

Lyn called after eight; I was thinking she wouldn't call at all, and I was very glad to hear her voice. We talked for a while about school, going so far as to compare answers on our geometry homework. Finally we ran out of immediate topics and there was a silence.

"I'm sitting here with a pillow between my legs." Lyn murmured, "Wishing it were you."

"My mom's working in the next room, sewing." I said, hoping she would understand how I didn't want to talk very loudly or explicitly.

"Well, Friday we'll probably spend enough time together to end up hating each other."

I looked at the phone, as if was actually Lyn. "Never!" I said firmly.

"Besides," I added, trying to cover up my sudden insecurity, "there's tomorrow."

Lyn sighed loudly. "Except right after school I have to run downtown to pick up my Mom and take her to her car, then follow her home. We probably won't be home until six. And I have a chemistry assignment like you wouldn't believe."

I mused for a second. "Do you think we like each other because we're both smart?"

She snorted. "I like you because you're a fox." A pause, "A very nice, smart fox. Petable and cuddly, too."

"Oh, you." I echoed her words from the other day. "You have such a penetrating way of expressing yourself."

She laughed. "I understand in order to graduate from college you have to take an oral exam. You'll pass in a second." Silly schoolgirl banter, but my nipples were hard. Why didn't the damn things grow? It wasn't for any recent lack of stimulation!

"In order to do well," I told her, "you have to know your subject from the bottom up." Lyn cracked up, and I was having trouble stifling my giggles.

"Hands on experience of the fundament..als." She broke the last word obviously. "You're better at this than I am."

"Practice, practice, practice." I said, still almost laughing.

"What are friends for?" Lyn said.

I took a deep breath. "Rachael asked me after you left if we could be friends. Not like you and I, but friends. The three of us."

"She's nice." Lyn said after a pause. "You certainly seemed to like her. I was debating taking off my blouse to see if I could get your attention back."

"Lyn!" I said scandalized. "It's not like that at all."

Another long pause. "And if it were?" Again I looked at the phone in consternation. Where did Lyn come up with these questions? Could it be that she wasn't really as sure of herself as she seemed to be? Was Lyn as confused, maybe, as me?

I didn't care if my mother was listening; she had the sewing machine running, anyway. "Lyn, there's no one on earth I care as much about as you. Now and always."

"Always is a long time," She said, then laughed. "But I'm happy with now. We're too serious, you and I. Both of us need to lighten up. Rachael's nice, and let's face it, neither of us have enough friends to want to chuck a volunteer away." I heard another voice in the distance on Lyn's end. "Coming, mom!" and Lyn spoke to me again. "We had a late dinner, and I got volunteered for dishes.

If you have a minute after school tomorrow, stop by my locker."

I agreed,and we hung up. I took the phone downstairs, and went back and laid on my bed, trying to read Silas Marner. For whatever reason, the mundaneness of the people's lives fascinated me, so simple and uncomplicated. I read about half of the story, stopped, and went back and reread part of it. Maybe I was missing something important. Maybe their lives weren't mundane? Could their emotions and circumstances be as tangled as mine and Lyn's? Didn't hardly seem possible; but then, they were people too, right? What were their hopes and dreams? Fears? I was learning about fears.

I reread more of the story, looking for hidden agendas, secrets. Well, Elliot was a clever dude, I thought. They were there in aplenty, I'd just never thought to look for them. Was that the point? Mildly curious I read the part in the start of the book about the author. He was a she? A pen name? I fell asleep, wondering about it and everything else of this week. Nothing was as it seemed.

That night I dreamed Lyn, Rachael and I were walking down the street, three abreast. I couldn't remember who was where, but I remember walking past a place where the sidewalk was narrow, and we had to go single file. On the other side, Rachael ended up between us, and we had our arms around each other. We walked like that for a little ways, and I remember her hand sliding up and cupping my breast.

I was surprised, and turned to her to say something, to see her other hand around Lyn, the same as me. "The Three Musketeers," Rachael said, "All for one and one for all." Her fingers were playing with my nipple tip, hard against her touch.

Rachael looked at me seriously. "I want to be your and Lyn's friend. I don't want to come between you, though. Just at the same time." We all three laughed, and I could see that Lyn's hand had moved to touch Rachael's breast in turn, so I did the same thing. Rachael's nipples were very different from Lyn's or mine, small and hard.

I awoke, feeling like I'd really been there, that it had really happened. I debating rolling over and going back to sleep, but I was too hot and I wanted to come very much.

I moved my hand between my legs, and started gently rubbing circles on my clit, wishing Lyn was there to do it for me; her tongue felt much better than my fingers. I let out a small groan; hard to believe I hadn't done this for two days! I missed it so much! I moved my fingers faster and faster on my clit, using the growing moisture to make it feel much better. I couldn't lay still, I twisted my head from side to side, making guttural noises of want and desire, bucking my hips up against my probing fingers; finally startling myself as to the volume. I stifled my next groan, and the next, but when I put two fingers inside me, I thought the windows rattled.

I rolled over on my stomach, pressing the pillow between my legs like I remembered Lyn talking about. It was nice, but not nice enough. The rough feel of the sheets on my nipples also accentuated my pleasure. I had a very, very, hard time falling asleep.

Thursday when I woke I wasn't feeling nearly as chipper as I'd felt the morning before, and I felt logy, even after my shower. And, when I'd been running the washrag over my breasts, I'd been thinking about Rachael, and that in a few hours I'd be seeing her in PE. Like Tuesday, I was suddenly afraid I was going to completely lose my cool in the locker room.

Clothes for this morning, were easily the most complicated decision yet. Lyn didn't dislike dresses; but she always made a sarcastic comment about it when I wore one. I ran my hands over my brown velvet corduroy jeans, and grinned. They were for Friday; no doubt about it. I had a cord blouse too, tan and soft and furry. Thinking about how Lyn was going to take them off left me weak-kneed and with damp panties.

What might Rachael like? The question had nagged at me all night; I'd kept telling myself it wasn't important, nothing was going to happen. But in the early morning hours, looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't so sure. I went for austerity; a plain black skirt, knee length, and black panty hose I had a sky blue blouse, and I picked that and a gold choker necklace I'd gotten two years ago on my birthday.

Ostentatious austerity, I thought looking at myself in the mirror. I ran my hands over my breasts. I wished they were larger! Like Lyn's even; and Rachael's were perfect! All I had were tiny nubbins and while sensitive, I didn't think they were ever going to attract anyone at all. I wasn't sure why I wanted to appeal to Rachael; what if we made love? That thought made me feel every bit as excited as when I thought about Lyn.

Was I being unfaithful? I thought about Lyn, wishing I could talk to her, tell her I loved her and show her how much. Rachael was different: I couldn't say how or why, but it was like eating apples and oranges. Both yummy, both nice. But different. Is it unfair to oranges if you like apples too? I was so confused. Lyn was an orange, I thought, soft and yummy sweet and delicious. Rachael, firm and hard. Tart, I thought, sharp, maybe; tart had other meanings that didn't fit Rachael.

In English that morning, I glanced at Rachael, who smiled back. She was wearing, I was surprised to see, a black dress too, very long, almost midway between her knees and ankles, but no stockings. Her dress was beautiful, embroidered with all sorts of colorful flowers, blues and yellows and reds and greens.

After class we met outside, and walked towards PE, quickly, because it was a ways. "I love your dress," I told her.

"I embroidered it myself." She said, eyes sparkling. "I love flowers."

"It's so plain....yet so elegant." I told her, "It looks like it came out of a fashion magazine." She grinned at me, obviously pleased.

"Where's Lyn?" She asked.

"Sophomore's have more important things to do than PE" I told her, "Health. State Government."

She made a face. "First I had a class in Texas government; you had to pass it to get to high school. Now I need to learn Arizona Government, you need it to graduate from high school." She shook her head. "I wish they could make up their minds."

"Men!" I snorted, half in jest.

I saw Rachael look at me with a curious expression on her face; I tried very hard not to blush. I don't know if I was entirely successful, but at least I didn't feel warm and flushed like usual.

In the locker room when I was taking off my clothes, I stood at an angle to my locker, rather than front on; Rachael, I could see easily, had done the same thing; she facing me, and I facing her. There was no time to dwell on things, but when Judy Gray brushed past me on the way out, she glanced down at my breasts, covered only by my halter top.

"Damn cold in here this morning, isn't it?" I glanced down myself, and saw my erect nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric of the halter. It was cold; the air conditioning seemed to have been left on overnight in the locker room, but I knew that wasn't why my nipples were hard. I hastily donned my t-shirt and shorts, and assembled outside with the others for another hour of futile basketball practice.

There were a half dozen girls who were any good, and they always formed into a team; playing against them was humiliating at the best of times. Today was no different; my team got beat a million to one, or some ridiculous score. Afterwards, the coach told Rachael to take the equipment back to the store room, and having nothing better to do, I helped her gather the balls and stuff them in the big net carry bag.

We got to the showers a few minutes after everyone else, they were mostly done; a minute later we were alone. I thought Rachael took extra time soaping between her legs; and her nipples were as erect as mine. She saw me looking at her and grinned. "At least today I get to see you, too." Her voice was very soft.

"Not much to see," I said, running my soapy fingers over my breasts.

"Lyn likes them." Rachael said in soft whisper. "I like them too."

I blushed, there was no helping it. I hadn't found my tongue when the coach stuck her head into the shower room. "Hustle up you two, you'll be late for your next class." It's a good thing I didn't have to pee right then, because the spasm of fear in my stomach would have embarrassed me altogether.

We rinsed off and then towelled dry. I couldn't stop myself from watching Rachael, and she kept glancing at me as well. She was very pretty, I thought. Lyn had a nice bottom, but Rachael's was more rounded, and more muscular; in fact, Rachael had a lot of muscles and they looked really good on her.

There really was no worry about being late for our next class, both of us had lunch next, and we walked together, talking about school and families, and sat and ate together, still talking. Finally she had to go to geometry; I was briefly envious of her having it the same period as Lyn, but dismissed the thought as silly.

The rest of the day passed quickly, and I met Lyn at her locker. "Want a ride?" She asked, "it's kind of on the way, seems the least I can do." I nodded, eager for the shortest amount of time with Lyn. We talked about the weekend, and both of us looked at each other and sighed at the same time, as Lyn started the car.

"I've missed you so much." She murmured, "I never thought it would be this long..."

I laughed. "I was thinking that this time last week, I didn't even know you. Now I want to make love to you every day of the week, and hate it when we can't."

She reached out and touched my hand, just for a brief second. We got to my house and I got out, wishing I had the nerve to kiss her, but just couldn't yet, not in public. I'd gotten half way to the door when Lyn hopped out of the car, and opened the trunk. My skirt! She brought it to me, and I grinned. "Rachael forget to return my blouse, but this is something!" I said. Lyn grinned. "We're almost inside," I said softly. "Could you come in for just a second?"

Lyn looked distressed. "If I'm late, mom will kill me." But she followed me in. I closed the door and we were in each others arms a millisecond later, our tongues surging and hands running over each other's body. Lyn pulled back after a second. "Tomorrow is going to be so wonderful!" She breathed, and I nodded. "But I have to go." She leaned close, kissing my neck, her fingers working the buttons of my blouse, kissing down my chest, pushing my bra out of the way, until she found my nipple. For a second her tongue ran over it, raising it to instant attention.

She nipped it, then kissed me quickly on the mouth. "Tomorrow, Katie. Tomorrow." She left, and I watched her go, then sank trembling to the couch. How did people ever survive being a teenager? Was it like this for other girls?

The boys?

I ran my finger lightly over my still damp nipple. How much I wanted Lyn! My nipple was hard, and I flicked it very fast, growing very aroused.

The door bell rang and I was totally flustered. I was tempted to ignore it, but it rang again, and so I got up, buttoning my blouse. It was Rachael. "I forgot your blouse." She said contritely, handing it to me. Taken on top of my last thoughts, it was a little much.

"Gosh," I said, trying to cover the sudden rush of yet more hormones to my brain centers. "You could have just brought it to school tomorrow. You didn't have to walk over here."

She laughed. "I've lived here all my life; this isn't that warm yet." She looked at me. "And," she paused, "I wanted to see you." She looked at me curiously. "Are you okay?"

I couldn't figure what she meant, then I realized I was still hot from touching myself. "I was engaging in a little self indulgence." I told her. "Lyn was here for about two seconds; she has to pick up her mom again." I shook my head in wonder. "I've known her only six days." I looked Rachael in the eyes, "and we've only made love twice. It has been," I said sadly, "very frustrating." I held out my hand a little in front of me. "I find my pleasure where and when I can."

Rachael giggled. "I think you just said something naughty, but I haven't any idea what you are talking about."

I looked at her in surprise. "You know, touching yourself. Masturbation." I blushed at saying the word. "They taught us about it in health."

Rachael turned even redder than I usually get. "I didn't know what they were talking about. The book didn't have much of a definition and the teacher just said, 'A lot of people do it, you won't go blind if you do. Too much of anything is bad.' I kept dreading it being a question on a test."

Was Rachael putting me on? She'd never touched herself? Didn't even know what it was? "Kate, my parents never tell me about anything. I'm their little girl; little girls don't need to know things like that. My sisters call me 'shrimp' and mostly ignore me."

She could read me like an open book, I thought. I had to learn how not to blush. On top of that, I felt a wicked thrill; maybe Rachael would like to learn about this? The thought of teaching her sent shivers of pleasure shooting through my body.

"Do your nipples ever get hard?" I asked, embarrassed still, asking such a personal question.

Rachael nodded. "Yesterday when I came out and saw you and Lyn...it almost hurt." She sighed. "Other times, when I wake up, sometimes they are like that.

I can remember dreams..."

I smiled. "Yeah. Think about yesterday, and Lyn and I. You've just come out and saw us. Close your eyes and remember." She did, and I after a second, I added, "Now, rub your stomach."

Rachael opened her eyes and looked at me. "What?"

"Trust me." I said, hating sounding even a little like what William must have sounded like yesterday. Rachael closed her eyes again, and her hand started rubbing small circles, just above her belly button. "Lower," I said to her, and she obediently moved her hand to just below her belly button. "Lower," I said more quietly, and then again when she ended up only half way to where I wanted her to touch.

Rachael took a deep breath, and rubbed across the front of her jeans. "When you touch a spot that feels good, touch it again." I said quietly as I watched her hand rub across her middle. As if on cue, she gave a small gasp, and blushed, looking at me. "Like that." I told her. Eyes wide, she nodded, and ran her hand over the spot again.

"Oh, Kate!" Rachael breathed.

"Undo your jeans," I whispered softly, "and reach inside to touch yourself." Rachael did it one handed, the hand rubbing herself kept at it. "Touch the same spot again," I told her.

Rachael's eyes were closed, and I could see her hand move faster and faster. Her breathing grew very rapid, and she began to gasp lightly, then after a minute, louder, until finally she gave almost a groan, her entire body shivering.

"Katie!" She sighed, opening her eyes. "That was..." Rachael shook her head. "Incredible." She looked at me and blushed slightly. "I still want to do it." Her hands were still inside her panties, lightly moving. "But I don't think my knees will hold me up."

I grinned. "Not uncommon; sometimes I do it over and over again." I paused, and went on, "of course, I am usually undressed, laying in bed." I gestured at her upper body. "Touching your breasts, that's good too. Usually I do both to make it happen."

Rachael reached up and ran a hand across her breasts; but her jeans started to slide down. We giggled, as Rachael tried to haul them back up. "Being in undressed in bed does seem like it'll work better." She said, half frustrated. She lifted her eyes to mine. "Katie..."

I returned her gaze and Rachael smiled for a moment. "In two months I'll be sixteen. In all that time, no has ever really kissed me. Much less," she motioned at her undone jeans.

I giggled. "Up until last weekend, I thought I'd been kissed. Several boys; and we spent a lot of time on it. Lyn kisses so much better..." I looked into her eyes. "When Lyn kisses you, you know you've been kissed."

Rachael smiled shyly. "How am I ever going to get kissed like that?"

"Ask," I whispered, leaning close to lightly brush her lips with mine. "Rachael, I'm not William," I whispered, "I understand 'No', 'Stop' makes perfect sense."

"Kiss me," Rachael said simply. I lifted her chin with one finger, and kissed her full on the lips. Rachael was tentative and shy, and now I was the mild aggressor, pressing my lips against hers, and after a minute, using the tip of my tongue. Her arms wrapped around me, and I hugged Rachael back, delighting in the pressure of her body against mine.

The kiss went on and on, and I ran my hands over her back, down from her shoulders to above where her jeans had finally settled, brushing her panties. She drew away, looking at me gravely. "Katie, I'm not real sure I'm ready for more."

I kissed her nose, then brushed her lips, pulling my body back from touching hers. "I'm not sure I have this figured out, either." I looked at her dark brown eyes, then my eyes swept over her blouse. "I like how this feels; I tell you true." I said quietly. "I care about Lyn; I care about you. What that means..." I spread my hands. "I don't know." I know I sounded very forlorn.

She smiled. "One day I'll be ready; soon, I think. I like you a lot, Katie. I like Lyn. I..." her voice died in a whisper. "I just don't know what I think any more."

"Me too." I said simply. "Lyn, I think, too. She sounds confident, but underneath, I think she's just as confused as I am."

Rachael pulled her jeans up and snapped them. "I want to kiss you again." I laughed, and kissed her good.

"See," I said after a long minute. "I can behave."

"But it's a strain." Rachael said, "at least for me."

"Me too." The clock chimed the hour. "My mom's going to be home any second. She understood, I think, Lyn. I'm not sure she'd understand you."

Rachael giggled. "Tell her we're kissing cousins." And this time she kissed me; Rachael was, I thought, at least as smart as Lyn and I. Definitely a fast learner. She broke away. "My father would never understand; my mother..."

she shook her head. "It would not be good." She reached out and took my hand; a very shy move in spite of it being her taking mine.

"Lunch tomorrow?" She asked. I nodded. "I need some time to think. You and Lyn are going to spend the weekend together?" I nodded. Rachael sighed. "I wish I could be with you."

Apples and oranges. What kind of fruit was I? At the thought I almost died; was that what we were? Strange, sex-starved boy-haters, not capable of real love? I decided that if Lyn was an orange, and Rachael was an apple, then I had to be a banana. I saw Rachael was looking at me and I laughed. "Strange thoughts." I sighed. "Very strange thoughts. Let me talk to Lyn...we were going to the park Saturday morning. I think she'd like it if the three of us went together." I remembered my dream, the three of us walking, hands on each other's breasts. Was that what I wanted? I was just too confused; I needed time to think.

I kissed Rachael quickly, one last time before she left. For the second day in a row I watched her walking away, wishing for so many things.

Chapter 6 -- Together Again

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 'stopped 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 that.

Chapter 7 -- Three's Company

Saturday morning we were on the couch in the living room, Lyn sitting with my head in her lap, talking about what we were going to do the rest of the day. Lyn lightly stroked my hair as we contemplated our plans. "I keep thinking," Lyn said quietly, "that all I want is right here."

"All you need, maybe." I told her, "I really need a new pair of shoes for PE; the ones I have are a year old and my feet are growing, even if nothing else."

Her fingers drifted down my mostly bare chest, running underneath the bandeau halter top I was wearing, finding one of my nipples. My nipple instantly roused, and in spite of the literally uncountable number of times we'd loved each other since yesterday afternoon, my body arched in pleasure, demanding even more attention. I pressed her fingers down harder, wanting her so much.

FInally I got myself a little under control. "Dearest Lyn, all the sheets are still in the washer..."

Lyn sighed, "I want you, sweet Katie."

I pressed her hand down even more firmly, and for a second I thought, well, just what are mattress pads for, if not for protecting the mattress? "Rachael said she'd be here around ten," I said, still fighting for some self control. Were we both nymphomaniac lesbians? I couldn't understand how come we couldn't get enough of the sheer physical pleasure of making love to each other. Did everyone feel like this? How did anything ever get done? It had to be something unique to Lyn and I, I was sure.

Lyn moved to caress my other nipple, murmuring, "Equal time for budding nips..." The doorbell rang, and we both jumped. I sighed and Lyn giggled. "We could always tell her we have cabin fever or something. That we can't do anything but go to bed for the rest of the day."

It was tempting, but for a second I remembered from my dream, the three of us walking together, our hands on each other's breasts. Lyn's finger tweaked my nipple tip. "Answer your door, hostess."

I got up and reached down and pulled Lyn up too. "Both of us."

"I'm not really dressed for meeting someone at the front door," she demurred. "What if it's not Rachael?"

I pulled her towards the door. "Then, whoever it is will get an eyeful." Lyn was wearing a t-shirt that came down to mid-thigh, and it was pretty clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I had on a pair of shorts, but was also sans panties. We reached the door and I peeped through the peephole, then put my arm around Lyn, before swinging it open.

"Hi!" Rachael said, shyly, looking at us. She was wearing a one piece romper, mainly white with little splashes of color here and there, a narrow belt accentuating her narrow waist. Long bare brown arms and legs, with softly corded muscles visible as she moved.

"Come in," I told her, "We were just talking about what we were going to do the rest of the day." We went back into the living room, and the three of us stood uncomfortably for a minute, without saying anything.

Rachael finally broke the silence. "You two..." She shook her head, "I don't know how to describe it. You glow." She smiled shyly. "You look so happy."

"Clean living and lots of exercise." I said quickly.

"Lots and lots of exercise." Lyn added. "Sixteen hours non-stop."

Rachael blushed, then laughed. "My sister said that on her honeymoon, she and her husband didn't get out of bed at all for the first two days." She looked at us curiously.

"How come you are letting me know about you?" She asked softly. "If it got out at school...It would be horrible."

"I expect so," Lyn said, "but I don't know. At some point in time, we're going to have to face it, though. Neither Katie nor I are sneaks."

"Because I like you," I said quietly, on my own.

"And I trust Katie," Lyn said, "And I like you too...and I trust you."

Rachael made a small motion with her hand. "Thank you." She met my eyes. "I just never imagined I would have two friends...like you two."

Lyn nodded. "A week ago yesterday, we were both going with boys. Donny introduced me to Katie, and as soon as I saw her, I fell in love." She smiled softly at me. "And I think she fell in love with me, too. By the end of that first evening, we'd helped each other come a couple of times."

Rachael blushed. "At least now I know what you mean. At least I think I do." She shook her head, "I can't believe my sisters didn't tell me; but they are both good Catholics, so maybe that's why."

"Maybe," I said, trying to find a middle road, "they didn't know either, so they couldn't."

The other girl shrugged. "I don't know." Her eyes met mine briefly. "I'm glad you showed me what you did."

Lyn's arm around my waist tightened. "I described," I said quietly, "what I do. Give Rachael a few pointers."

Lyn kissed my ear. "I'm not jealous," She faced Rachael. "just different. If I'd been there, I'd probably would have shown you myself."

Rachael looked Lyn directly in the eyes. "I kept wishing Katie had shown me what to do, herself. I wanted her to touch me; instead she kept talking about how good you kiss."

Lyn preened. "You like that, do you?" She whispered theatrically in my ear.

I turned and kissed her nose. "You know I do, dear Lyn." Lyn's mouth sought out mine, and for a long moment we shared as we'd done for the last day.

I felt a light touch on my arm, and looked. Rachael was standing next to us. "Katie says you kiss better than anyone." She said to Lyn. "No one has ever kissed me. I don't want to hurt anyone, I don't want to get hurt myself. But I very much would like to be kissed."

Lyn's arm around me grew very tight for a second, then relaxed. "Rachael, when Katie and I finally were alone last week, I wanted to kiss her very much...and I did. But when I wanted to do that, it was because I also wanted very much to make love to Katie. I wasn't sure what it would be like; I'd never made love to anyone before, except myself.

"But when I kissed Katie, I knew I wanted her, and I knew where I wanted to go." Lyn touched Rachael's arm. "I want you, too. If I kiss you, that's where I want to end up: in bed." She smiled at me, and kissed my neck. "Katie here, I think she wants you even more than me." I hugged her back, telling her I wanted Rachael more than Lyn, but I wanted Lyn, too.

Lyn's arm circled Rachael's waist, and hugged her, and we ended up with our arms around each other, feeling warm and close.

Rachael smiled at Lyn, then a different, softer expression for me. "When I was with William, I knew he wanted me. I didn't want it and it and didn't seem right. When I'm with you..." Her voice trailed off. "The other night in bed, I did what Katie told me about. For the first time in my life, I did something for me, something where I was in control, where I could decide what I wanted and when and how often."

She sighed, "When I'm with you two, I still feel like I'm in control, this is something I decide. It feels different than when I was with William, better. Right."

Lyn's arms pushed us towards the couch. "Sit." We did, Lyn on one side of Rachael, me on the other. Lyn put her arm around Rachael's shoulder, and I took one of her hands in mine.

I leaned clos, lightly brushing Rachael's cheek with my lips. "You're so pretty," I whispered, wishing I could touch her, wanting to hold her breasts in my hands, and rub her nipples hard. I grinned at her, and Rachael smiled shyly back. Later, I thought, if I'm patient, it will happen. Lyn nibbled at Rachael's ear, and Rachael turned to her, lifting her mouth, eager for her first kiss.

It was odd watching Lyn kiss someone else; for the first time I began to have some doubts about what we were doing. Not that I didn't want to do it; my thoughts were more on the mechanics. I wanted, right then, to go to Lyn and kiss her and touch her too. Except it would have meant standing up, taking two steps and sitting back down. Odds were, if I moved, it could easily spoil the moment for Rachael. I lightly squeezed her fingers, and she returned the feeling.

It was a very long kiss and towards the end I could see Lyn using her tongue, and Rachael was beginning to make soft sounds of passion. They finally broke and stared into each other's eyes; the expression on Lyn's face was one of blissful pleasure.

Rachael turned to me, her eyes bright. "You must be very lonely." I shook my head, looking in turn into her eyes.

"Patient," I said, "waiting my turn." Rachael blushed just a little, but when I kissed her, kissed back. Rachael was even shyer than I'd been, I thought as my lips clung to hers. She was tentative, then eager, then shy once again.

Rachael gave a little sigh. "You both kiss wonderfully good." She murmured, and I kissed her throat and Rachael sighed again. "This is so different than what I expected." She reached out and stroked my arm. "You're both so nice." There was hesitation in her voice and looking past her to Lyn, I saw Lyn nod.

"Rachael," Lyn said softly, rubbing her hands on Rachael's shoulders, "Katie and I like you very much. We haven't really figured this out for ourselves yet, much less anyone else." Lyn laughed low, kind of sexy. "We were thinking about just showing you; you could watch and make up your own mind."

"Show me what?" Rachael asked, puzzled.

"Us making love." I said softly. "You liked it the other day, I think, when you watched for a little bit."

Rachael blushed. "It wasn't right to peek. I didn't mean to."

"It's okay," Lyn added, "we didn't mind; we wouldn't have known you were there if you hadn't said something." Lyn reached past Rachael and touched my hand. "We're really like newlyweds; we spent all night in bed, and I for one, want to do it again."

Rachael gave a helpless shrug. "I'm so confused right now, I don't know what I want."

Lyn nodded towards the stairs. "Come upstairs with us." We each took Rachael by the hand, and like in my dream, it didn't work walking upstairs hand in hand with three of us. In my room we briefly stood together, each with our arms around the others. I kissed Lyn and she kissed me back, using her tongue after a moment we broke off, smiling with secret pleasure at each other, then without a word, we went for Rachael's ears.

She giggled as we kissed and licked them, finally wiggling out of our embrace. "No fair, two against one."

Lyn laughed. "I tried to tickle Katie last night, and that's all she should could say, 'No fair.' She's ticklish everywhere; the only place I'm ticklish is on the bottoms of my feet." She tickled along my ribs and I tried to wiggled out of her grip.

"Oh no you don't!" I cried, But she and Rachael were both tickling me, and I ended up on the bed, laughing so hard I didn't think I could stop. Rachael was pretty ticklish too and after a few minutes we ganged up on Lyn, me kissing her to keep her from moving and Rachael tickling the bottoms of her feet.

Finally the three of us were laying on my bed, Lyn in the middle this time; we are all out of breath, still giggling. "This is nice," Lyn murmured, as I nibbled on her neck. I had an arm over her tummy, and I let my fingers wander down to where her t-shirt had pulled up, looking for her clit. Lyn sighed with pleasure when I found it, smiled at Rachael, who hesitated for a moment, then kissed Lyn solidly.

Lyn kissed back with ardor and fervor, while I continued to stroke Lyn's clit, occasionally moving my finger briefly to tease and the entrance to her vagina, finally sliding inside her, seeking her moist depths. Lyn's hips bucked against my finger, striving to force it deeper inside her. Her tongue went into maximum overdrive in Rachael's mouth, and as I watched, Lyn's fingers sought out one of Rachael's breasts caressing it firmly.

Rachael seemed to have lost her earlier doubts, and after a few more minutes, Lyn gave a little gasp as she came. Rachael drew back, looking at her seriously for a minute, then at me. She sat up, turning her back to us. "Undo me." Her voice was serious, and quiet. Lyn reached up and drew down the zipper on the back of her jumper. Rachael shrugged out of it, then undid her bra. Lyn peeled out of her t-shirt, and I started on the three buttons holding my halter together.

I was the last one undressed, Lyn was staring at Rachael with rapt fascination. "You are so beautiful." Lyn muttered. "Katie's right, I don't think it's possible to have nicer breasts." Her fingers traced a line around one of Rachael's firm apples.

"Make me come." Rachael said quietly. "I want to know what it's like." She down at the finger tracing her nipple, "Please make me come."

Lyn grinned. "Oh, yeah."

I didn't say anything, instead I got up and went around the bed, sitting down next to Rachael. I cupped one of breasts in my hand, rubbing the nipple against my palm, using my finger tips to feel the smoothness of the skin. "I've been wanting to do this since..." I sighed, savoring the satin smoothness of her skin.

"I know," Rachael said, her hand reaching up to press mine down harder.

"I've been wanting you to touch me too." Lyn leaned close, using her tongue to trace the lines her fingers had been a moment before. I brought my lips to Rachael's and her hand moved from prisoning mine against her breast, to run through my hair, kissing me passionately. I probed with my tongue for hers, and found it. Rachael used the point of her tongue to curve down and caress mine, something very different from what Lyn had ever done.

Lyn abandoned Rachael's breast, kissing and licking down Rachael's body.

Greedily I moved my fingers to the breast she had left, using the moisture that remained to lubricate her nipple as I chaffed it, making it even harder than it had already been.

I could tell when Lyn's tongue entered Rachael. Her body arched up, her tongue began to move in and out of my mouth in time to Lyn's movements below her waist. In turn I was using both hands to stroke Rachael's breasts. Rachael was twisting and sighing, thrusting her lower body towards Lyn, pushing her breasts against my hands, and her tongue in my mouth. I was as aroused as I'd ever been when I felt Lyn's fingers stroke my inner thigh, and a second later, she was thumbing my clit while one of her fingers plunged inside my soaking pussy.

I shrieked as I came for the first time, then Lyn pressed harder and I came again; Rachael's body stiffened, and after a second she let out a long sigh. "Oh wonderful!" Rachael breathed breathlessly. "It feels so nice!"

Not for the first time I regretted there were three of us. I wanted very much to go down on Rachael, but I wanted to do it with Lyn too; she deserved lavish attention for making me come the way she had. How can you choose? It didn't seem right to slight either one. I mentally winced, these weren't good thoughts to have in the middle of making love.

Lyn wiggled up Rachael, dragging her breasts across her skin. I touched her back, lightly rubbing her, trying to tell her how much I loved what she had done. Lyn rolled on her back and announced, "My turn, girls." We all laughed, and for a minute there was a flurry of limbs as we rearranged ourselves. I ended up between Lyn's legs, licking her inner thighs, teasing the silky hair between her legs.

Rachael and Lyn lip-locked, but from my position I could see Lyn lead one of Rachael's hands to her breast. I rolled Lyn's clit around with my tongue, and stretched out with my own hand to fondle Lyn's other breast. I'd found that sometimes I shut my eyes when I was kissing Lyn, and this time I made a deliberate effort to keep them open, if for no other reason than to simply stare at my love's beautiful pussy, and to watch my tongue pleasuring her. Also I could see Rachael bring her head down and kiss Lyn's nipple and watch her tongue tentatively sample intriguing tastes.

Lyn had an arm around Rachael, her other twined in my hair. I reached out with my free hand, sliding it along Rachael's hip, feeling the hard muscles of her bottom. It was increasingly difficult to concentrate on everything at once; I had to spend all my attention keeping up all of the activity. If my attention wandered, I'd find my tongue still, or not notice Lyn's hard nipple, or how she was pushing her chest out, to increase the pressure. Above all, I didn't want to miss a second of Rachael's reaction to my roving fingers, moving down the cleft finally stroking her pussy from behind.

I saw Rachael lift her head from where her tongue was working Lyn's chest and turn and smile at me, running her tongue over her lips. I knew she wanted to kiss me like I was kissing Lyn, and I threw my entire effort into plunging my tongue as deep into Lyn as I could, thrusting in and out as fast I could. Lyn moved her hand from my hair, to press my hand down roughly and very hard on her breast, so I crushed it, treating her nipple rudely, chaffing and lightly pinching it.

Her body spasmed, pressing her hips against my face, and she said gutturally, "Don't either of you stop!" A deep sigh, and she wailed, "Oh, God!" I pulled my tongue from her pussy, and sucked her clit, forsaking Rachael's bottom so I could plunge a finger deep inside her, deeper than my tongue would ever be able to reach. "Yes! Oh, Yes! Katie, Katie!" Her voice rose to a shriek and her whole body was trembling and shuddering as she came again and again.

Rachael put and arm on my shoulder, and brought her lips close to my ear. "I want to do that to you, Katie."

I nodded, still overwhelmed by the force of Lyn's coming. For a few minutes, we lay still, breathing hard, all of us. Lyn finally stirred. "Girls, I have got to go pee so bad!" We all laughed. "I'll be back. You two get comfortable in the meantime!"

Lyn got up and walked towards the bathroom; both of us watched her go. I smiled and Rachael and she giggled. "I never thought it would be like this." I squirmed up in the bed and cradled her in my arms. "You and Lyn..." her voice was so soft I could hardly hear it. "I love you so much, Katie. Lyn too, but Katie..." I kissed her lightly on the lips, and Rachael moaned and kissed me back a hundred times harder. "I meant it a bit ago. I want to kiss you like you kissed Lyn."

I daintily kissed her nose. "I've been looking forward to tasting you too." I used my tongue, and for a minute there was nothing but each other. "Let me show you how Lyn and I do it." I moved her gently, so that her lips were next to my pussy, and mine next to hers.

I started to lick her inner thighs, quite different from Lyn's. Lyn had small hollows, that seemed specially sensitive; Rachael's legs were firm and very muscular. No hollows, just hard ridges and hard valleys. I felt her kiss me on my clit, something Lyn had never done. Tongue and touch, yes. But this was a simple kiss. I tingled, wishing Rachael would do it again. When she did, I stopped licking her inner thighs and moved directly towards the apex of her legs. When she did it again, her mouth was over the entrance to my vagina, and there was a faint suction. It felt stupendous, and I laughed aloud at the wonder of it.

"Was that good?" I heard her murmur.

"The best." I whispered back, and kissed her downy muff, not using my tongue to see if the effect on Rachael was like what she'd done for me. It was. She arched her back, moaned, and I licked her like I had Lyn the first time; like a giant lollipop, starting and her clit and moving down almost to the other place.

Rachael's taste was very different from Lyn's, not as sweet, more musky. Rachael's hands came and cupped my bottom, kneading them in the special way I liked the best when Lyn did it.

I took a leaf from Rachael's book, and kissed her hard on the vulva, inserting my tongue inside her. I moved in and out, listening to her breathing grow more and more rapid; ignoring the fact that her tongue had all but stopped moving as I pleasured her. An idea came to me, and I applied the gentlest suction at the same time my tongue was trying to worm its way deep inside her. Rachael moaned, and her tongue licked into life, plunging frantically into me. For a few minutes we kept at it, I for one, ignorant of anything going on around me. I felt a hand run over my bottom, just as I was reaching a peak, intensifying it for me. It couldn't be Rachael's, she was teasing apart my pussy lips, trying to get her tongue still deeper inside me. Lyn! I'd forgotten all about Lyn in just a few minutes!

Rachael moaned, coming copiously, more than either Lyn or I. I was nearly ready to come too, but Rachael had sunk back onto the bed, exhausted. Lyn's hand rested on my bottom, and then, sensing I'd not been fulfilled, she moved two fingers inside of me, and as I'd always done with two fingers, I came and came and came, almost from the first instant.

A few minutes later we were laying in bed, me in the middle this time, both Lyn and Rachael idly running their hands over my nipples, and sometimes lower. "Is there anything in the world better than this?" Lyn whispered.

I giggled. "Shopping til I drop." Lyn and Rachael laughed. "I want to get ready and do some shopping."

Lyn rubbed Rachael's bare shoulder. "How about you?"

"This is nice, but I'd like to go to the mall too. I told my mother I was going to get a blouse."

"Let's take a shower together." I said and stood up. For a moment I was dizzy, feeling very tired. I could not ever remember exercise in my life like I'd been doing for the last half day. It felt so good, though.

I turned on the shower, Rachael and Lyn joined me. There was a considerable amount of splashing and horseplay, and with three in the shower enclosure, some portion of anatomy was rubbing against another. Lyn used her finger on me, and I started on Rachael and Rachael did Lyn. As usual, the hot water ran out, but Lyn and I had come once; Rachael had come twice, and didn't want me to stop. Rachael was too tight to use two fingers but I used my thumb on her clit, while Lyn kissed her breasts and in spite of the rapidly cooling water, Rachael came again.

We dried each other off, some how managing to avoid another session of mutual love-making, even if did keep each other turned on. It was fun getting dressed, every one commenting on everyone else's choice of clothes. Finally we were outside, walking down the sidewalk, arms wrapped around each other, laughing and giggling at only jokes we could understand.

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