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Becky
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Becky
Becky sat on the cracked red plastic of the coffee shop's last booth and
glumly stared into her cup. Her whole life seemed, at that moment, to stretch
out as an unending sourse of boredom. Two weeks out of High School, two
weeks for the excitment of graduation to wear off, and she had to face the
reality that High School was going to be the absolute best time of her life.
It made her want to cry.
"Damn it! It wasn't even that good!" She told the salt and pepper shakers, "I
don't want that to be the best there is." Angry tears, the same angry tears
she'd been fighting for days, welled up and threatened to drop. One day she'd
let them fall. She hadn't already because she'd a good idea it wouldn't help.
"Um, Hi, Becky."
It was Christy, The Most Popular Girl in the School. The Head Cheerleader.
The Homecoming Queen. The Prom Queen. Becky had always been torn between
hating Christy's guts and envying her everything.
"Hi, Christy." What does she want? Becky wondered.
"Can I, uh, can I join you?" Christy was nervous about something, it was plain
from the hesitantcy and the way she shifted from one foot to another. Her big,
cornflower colored eyes stared anxiously into Becky's.
Intrigued, Becky nodded and motioned to the bench opposite. "Go ahead."
Christy slid into the booth and smiled brilliantly at Becky.~Thanks. So what
have you been doing since graduation?"
Becky knew she was staring, knew she should stop, but it was so strran to
have Christy even talking to her, let alone making conversation. "Nothing,
much. I'm trying to figure out what I'm going to do."
Christy hesitated then looked at her hands as she said, "I sorta thought you
were going to marry Rich."
Did she want Rich? Was that it? "No. I'm not getting married. I don't think
I'l ever get married." Why did she say that? Becky didn't want Miss Popular
knowing she wasn't wanted; even if she didn't want any of the guys.
"Really? I... Me either. I mean, it's such a dead end, you know?" Christy
started to relax. "I didn't want that and it seems like everybody pushes you
to do it, all the guys, my friends, my family... I just don't want to. I
think it's great that you don't want it either. It's like a validation of
what I'm feeling, y'know?"
"You don't need validation from me!" Becky snapped. It made her angry,
whatever little game Christy was playing was not something she wanted any part
of. She looked around for the rest of Christy crowd, wondering when the
laughter would start, wondering what the joke was.
"I know." Christy nodded, "But I really like having it. You're always so
together, so self-contained. I really envy that. I've always felt like I had
to perform for people, like I was always on. I can't tell you how often I
wanted to flip them all off. I used to notice the books you read and I'd go
check them out of the library and, you know, they were almost always things I
enjoyed. I usually wanted to be reading your books when I was supposed to be
doing committee things. I," Christy looked at her hands and her words came
out in a rush, "I've always admired you. I wish we could be friends."
Becky's mouth hung open in shock. "What?"
Christy smiled. "I know what you're thinking. I know why you always looked at
me like I was after something when I said Hi to you. I didn't really
approach you in school because it would've made life Hell for both of us, but
I always wanted to. Now that we're out of school, though, we can do anything
we want. What I want is to be your friend."
Becky swallowed at the obvious sincerety in Christy's voice. "Oh."
Christy's smile laughed at her, just a little. "Yeah. Oh."
"Well," Becky, hesitated, then cast caution to the winds. "Well, I guess that
would be okay." There was an awkward little silence and then Christy smiled
ruefully.
"Would you like to come to my house?"
Christy lived in the richest side of town. It would be something to see.
"Sure."
It figured that the Prom Queen would have a little red convertable. Becky
felt vaguely rediculous getting into it, but the warm summer air that blew
into her face as they sped down the street felt great and almost instantly she
started to relax.
"What kind of music do you like?" Christy motioned to the glove compartment
"See if there's anything in there."
CD's but some surprises. Christy, it seemed, liked metal and punk in equal
doses. Becky pulled out Steve Vai and Christy nodded. "Crank it up! I love
it loud."
As they drove across town, Becky had a few moments of evil satisfaction as
they sped across town, the wind in their hair and music leaving an almost
visible trail behind them. They passed several of Christy's friends who waved
and looked surprised at who she had with her. Christy just looked happy.
Just as Becky expected, they turned into the drive of a home that just missed
being a mansion. Christy bounded out of the car. "C'mon, c'mon, you gotta
see my cd collection. You like Vai, you're gonna love some of the others."
Her good humor was infectious and Becky was smiling as she got out of the car.
"Okay."
They went inside and Christy turned, suddenly formal. "Do you want to see the
rest of the house?"
It would be a showcase, Becky knew, in fact she was pretty sure it had been on
one of those charity home tours at one time or another, but there was
something about the way Christy asked her... "No." She replied, "I'd rather
listen to music." She was rewarded by the gratitude in Christy's eyes and she
began to have an inkling that the Prom Queen's life wasn't all it was cracked
up to be.
"Okay. C'mon upstairs." Christy led the way.
Her room was a little girl's mixed with a wanna-be-wild teen's. Posters of
leather clad rockers vied with the pink country check and eyelet lace of the
curtains and spread. The sound system of the gods covered one wall and
another was full books and cds. The third wall was closets and the fourth was
the window and posters. Becky blinked. "Wow."
Wrinkling her nose, Christy nodded. "My mom just can't face the fact that I'm
eighteen. I leave the cute stuff up to make her happy."
Christy sat Becky on the bed and put Metallica on, loud. "Do you want
anything to drink?"
Becky shook her head. As eagerly as the child she scorned, Christy started
showing Becky her treasures. Litte things, like the handmade candles and the
perfect clamshell, that had more meaning than monetary worth. Everything
Christy showed her made Becky look at the other girl in a slightly different
way. Christy became, in the next half hour, someone Becky wanted to know.
Finally, Christy brought over a little wooden box. "This is all my important
jewelry." She said. Becky was expecting diamonds, instead there was only a
silver pendent and a little silver ring. Becky stared, not quite able to
believe her eyes. The pendent was the double axe, the ring was two of the
alchemists symbols for Venus, entwined through the circles.
"These are me." Christy said softly.
Becky looked up into Christy's blue, blue eyes, at her golden hair, at her
peach-perfect skin and saw the unthinkable suddenly, almost, become
attainable.
Ah the last several messages bring back fond memories. Spooge and all. In
fact, I think I'll go get some Depends myself...
Okay, considering I left the next installment at work today, (ghod but I hope
nobody goes snooping around my desk) I'll have to wing it. I also think we've
waited quite long enough for the next G&J, Ladies.
"Do you know what they mean?" Christy's eyes were wide and anxious.
"Yes." Becky could only stare at her.
"Oh." Christy blushed to her hairline. "I'm sorry, your not into it, I guess.
I..."
Becky stopped her by reaching up and cupping her face. "It's okay. I was
surprised, that's all. It's really okay." Then in one, gracefull move, Becky
stood up and kissed Christy. It started out gentle, hesitant, and then
abruptly turned into mouth-grinding passion. It seemed to last forever as
they explored with lips and tongues not only each other's mouths but their
faces, throats, ears. Becky had never done anything so wonderful and her
excitment was tinged with a little fear, just enough to heighten her arousal
past anything she'd ever experianced. Almost without conscious effort, her
hands were moving over Christy's amazing body, cataloguing by touch each curve
and hollow and swell. Christie was soft, full breasted, wide hipped. She had
a slender waist that emphasised her woman's figure. And under her softness was
firm muscle that meant fitness that couldn't be faked. Becky explored with
delight, wondering what Christy thought of her own tall, lean body with the
tiny, firm breast and boyish hips. Christy's soft, happy moans seemed to mean
approval.
Christy moved away, just a little bit, and kissed Becky sharply in a promise
of more. "God you're great!" She laughed happily, "This is just the way I
imagined it would be."
Becky smiled at her, drunk on passion. "Really? You thought about it with
me?"
"Since Junior High. You look just like all my dreams." Christy turned and
went to the door, locking it quickly. "None of my family's home, but the maid
might decide it's time to vacuum." She walked back to Becky and started
unbuttoning her lover's blouse. "I love your hair. I've never seen such
straight, black hair. And your eyes... the color of bittersweet chocolate.
Gorgeous." The blouse was undone and Christy slid it off by running her hands
over Becky's skin under the cloth, over the shoulders, and down the arms.
"What beautiful skin you have. So dark and creamy, I love it."
Becky squirmed with delight and reached for the hem of Christy's tank top.
She peeled it off and touched Christy's breasts through the lacey bra. "This
is so amazing. You're so beautiful. I feel like any minute I'm gonna wake
up. How did you know?"
Christy cupped Becky's breasts. "I wish I didn't have to wear a bra. I with
mine would stand up like this." She rubbed over Becky's hardened nipples, and
Becky moaned. "I didn't know, exactly, but I saw you reading Lifting Belly so
I thought you wouldn't hit me if I asked." She bent and kissed one breast,
laving her tongue over the swell, sucking lightly at the peak. Becky reached
behind her and undid the bra, letting Christy's full, cream colored breast
free. They were round, already swollen with passion, the pink nipples
standing out asking for caresses. She held them, squeezed them, loving their
weight in her palms.
Becky brought Christy back up to meet another, passionate kiss and they stayed
that way awhile, the shock of hot, bare skin against skin breathtaking.
Fianlly, Christy took her mouth away. "Let's get the rest of our clothes off,
okay?"
In answer Becky reached for the blonde's jeans and undid the top button. "One
for one?" She asked huskily.
"Oh, yeah." Christy slid her knuckles along Becky's flat stomach, under the
waistband of her shorts, and rubbed gently before working the first button.
"Do you wear panties?"
"Uh huh." Becky undid the next one. "You?"
"No." The gentle, sliding touch over her belly, down into the open fly of her
shorts was making Becky crazy. That Christy didn't wear anything under her
jeans was both unsurprising, for some reason, and terribly exciting
Christy moved the zipper of the shorts down, just a little. "I don't want to
rush anything." Becky had gone back, momentarily, to the full breast,
bending to love them with her mouth. "Mmm." Christy sighed, "I realy love
that too."
Becky was barely listening. She coudn't get over how the satiny skin seemed
to be stretched to bursting under her hands and mouth and yet it gave so
easily. She rubbed her face over Christy's breasts like a cat, marking her
territory and learning the taste, scent and feel of her lover at the same
time. She could make love to Christy and then never see her again and her
memory would always keep those sensations fresh. She hoped, in one small
rational part of her brain, that making love with Christy would be a
continuing pleasure, but she wasn't going to worry about it.
"Beck, come up here, I want to kiss you again." Christy brought her face up
and kissed her; slowly, hungrily, tongue taking possession again and again.
While they kissed, Becky finished undoing Christy's jeans and slid her hands
along the moist, creamy skin of Christy's ass, easing the jeans down as she
went. She began kneading the firm curves with her strong hands and Christy
made a sound deep in the back of her throat that sounded a lot like a growl.
Christy broke the kiss, finally, and gasped, "You got ahead of me. No fair!"
Her hands shook as she pulled down the zipper of Becky's shorts and yanked
them down.
Suddenly Becky was laughing. "You're so great! Oh God, this is so great!"
Christy grinned at her. "Yeah, and it's gonna get so much better." Chris went
down to her knees and eased the shorts off one foot and then the other. Then
she pulled Becky's bikinis off slowly, running her tongue down Becky's long,
brown legs just ahead of the cloth. Once the panties were gone, she bent over
and kissed Becky's knees, licking and sucking until Becky giggled and danced
away. "Come back." Christy ordered, "I want to kiss the backs too."
"Not until your jeans are off." Becky came back and pulled Christy to her
feet. "Then we can get serious."
"Do we have to?" Christy complained. "I really think our lives are too serious
already."
"Really?" Becky felt crazy. She felt like she could do anything that moment
and nothing would ever hurt her for it. She yanked the jeans down and shoved
Christy back on the bed. Eyelet and pink checks bounced and Christy laughed.
"Come on, you butch thing."
Their laughter might have dampened desire, in any other circumstance it would
have; but for them, it was a release of mistrust, that last little bit of
suspicion held against someone of such a different background. When the
giggles died they looked at each other as equals and something new, and so
precious they wouldn't examine it, kindled between them.
"You can kiss my knees now." Becky offered generously. Christy's full mouth
curved, almost laughing again, and she held out her arms.
The shock of their skin coming together was like snuggling furnaces, it was
ridiculous that it should feel so good in the heat of summer; but Becky
wouldn't have ever wanted to be anywhere but there. Their arms around each
other, pressed together from the collision of their noses to their entwined
feet, it was where Becky had always wanted to be from her first glimpse of
Christy six years earlier on their first day at Johnson Jr. High. That the
realization of her fantasies was everything, more, than she'd imagined
surprised her.
They rolled as they kissed, first Christy was on top, then Becky was. Their
hands moved sensuously over backs, sides, buttocks, thighs. Christy was on
top again and she wiggled and pulled until Becky's knees moved apart, cradling
her between them. At that point, Chris began kissing Becky's throat, from up
under the darker girl's chin, down to the collarbone. She tongued the soft
hollow there before working her way to one shoulder. "You taste yummy." She
murmured dreamily.
Becky loved the weight, the heat of her lover. She was breathing hard and
each kiss, each lick, each little nibbling bite, fanned her arousal hotter.
"Do you know where I'm going?" Christy asked softly as she left Becky's other
shoulder to move to the space between the small, sweet breasts.
"Yeah." Becky moaned. "Hurry."
That made Christy chuckle. "Oh, no way, Babe. It's gonna be so slow, you're
gonna die." She started to suck on one rose brown nipple and Becky shuddered
at the sudden shot of pleasure deep in her guts.
Becky ran her fingers into Christy's silky hair, letting the surprizingly
heavy strands slide through them like water. Along the scalp the hair was
damp, either form the heat of the day or, more probably, Christy's desire; but
out along the ends it was cool. Becky brought a handful up and ran it over
her face.
Christy move lower, taking little licks and bites at Becky's firm, flat
belly. She would nuzzle hard, for a moment, then graze her lips over the skin
with a barely felt motion. Becky's hips moved, pushing up against Christy
demandingly. Christy took her time. The hot tickling between Becky's legs
was making her crazy. She couldn't get at it, Christy wasn't getting at it,
she didn't know what to do. She was breathing in sharp, hard gasps and soon
the gasps were interspersed with moans. She reached back and grabbed a
pillow, crushing it to her face in an effort to hold back a scream of
frustration.
Christy moved down.
She began to comb her fingers through Becky's pubic hair, pausing in her
kisses to remark, "It's so soft and straight. That's so neat. I thought
everybody's was crinkly like mine." She buried her open mouth in it and blew
gently. The moist, heated air made Becky pull the pillow away. "God, don't
tease!"
Christy sat up with a laugh. "Oh, Babe, teasing is what it's all about." She
ran her fingers lightly up the insides of Becky's thighs. "That and making
sure it's okay in the end. Don't you worry, I won't let you down." She
shifted so that Becky's legs were forced further apart and she leaned on one
arm, half across Becky's belly. Her wandering fingers trailed up and down
Becky's thighs. She ignored the demanding movements of Becky's hips, her own
weight holding the other girl pretty much quiet. "You have to know," she said
softly, her eyes on her fingers, "that doing this to you is making me crazy
too."
"Then let me at you." Becky demanded.
Christy looked up then. "Want to? I don't want it over too soon." She warned.
"Nothing's gonna be over, Chris." Becky held out her arms. "Let me show you
how good I am."
Without a word, Christy went back up into Becky's arms.
They kissed for awhile, maintaining the heat between them but not fanning it
any higher. Then Becky bit Christy's lower lip. "Let me up." She said.
Christy released her and watched her climb up to her knees. "Now," Becky
ordered "On your stomach."
Christy giggled as she turned and looked back over her shoulder at her lover.
Becky looked at the beautiful body before her and suddenly found it hard to
breathe. Christy's skin was such a lovely color, all peachy golden except
where it faded to cream where the sun never saw it. Slowly Becky reached out
and ran her index finger down Christy's backbone, from the nape of her neck
where the hair was thick and tawny, down to the nub of the backbone, just
inside the split of Christy's firm, round ass. Then she bent over and began
licking and chewing in her fingers path, pausing here and there to explore.
Christy squirmed sexily at a tongue sweep just under her shoulder blades, and
Becky tried it again. Same effect. She grinned to herself, saving that
information for later. A nip at the curve of the waist brought a sharp
protest and a giggle. A lingering swab at the hollow of the spine got a moan.
Lower got even more moans. Becky finished the trail and the scent of
Christy's arousal was sharp in her nose. She moved down and began a journey
from the heel of Christy' began a journey from the heel of Christy's foot, up.
About the time she reached the back of Christy's knees, her lover was
quivering and the moans were steady and steadily louder. She reached up and
began massaging the perfect cheeks, while her mouth continued its slow
journey.
"Beck! Beck!" Chris begged, "Oh, please?"
"I thought you wanted this to last?" Becky laughed breathlessly.
"Becky!" Christy moaned back.
Becky sighed, she wasn't finished! But Christy was obviously at the end of
her endurance. She sat back up and gently turned Chris on her back.
"Okay, Chris." Becky eased Chris's long legs apart and spread the labia
gently with the tips of her fingers. The clitoris was swollen, standing with
delicate pride in its nest of pink flesh. Becky touched it softly and Christy
jumped as if she'd been shot. "Hurts?" Becky whispered, in awe of its beauty.
"No. Never." Christy gasped.
"What about this?" Becky carefully eased her middle finger into the wet
furnace of Chisty's vagina. "How does this feel?"
"Don't stop!" demanded the blonde. "Don't you stop!"
"No." Becky promised. Her finger began to move, in and out. "I won't."
Christy writhed at the digit's movements, her breathing hard, in short, gasps.
She tossed her head from side to side and her hands crumpled the gingham under
them. Becky gently inserted her forefinger too and Chris's sharp cry pleased
her. Finally she bent and touched the bold little nub with the end of her
tongue. Salty, musky, sweet all in one, Becky played with it; little tickling
touches, almost rough swathes, sucking, flicking, teasing it. She teased it
until Christy stiffened and cried out and her rhythmically moving fingers were
seized in a pulsing vise. Becky waited until the pulsing died away and then
started in again.
"Oh, Beck! Wait. Don't you want..."Christy's fingers pulled distractedly at
Becky's hair.
Becky ignored them, eagerly working for a repeat that was not long in coming.
Christy moaned and relaxed slowly as her body recovered.
With delicate care, Becky eased her fingers out of their tight cocoon and
slowly spread the moisture covering them across her own belly, leaving a
glistening trail. She was desperately horny at that point, quivering with her
own need, but she managed a saucy smile to answer Christy's dazed one. "My
turn." She whispered.
Christy held out her arms and Becky fell into them. "You're so amazing." The
blonde whispered. "I've never felt so good before."
"Good." Becky replied smugly. "I don't want you ever to forget me."
Christy suddenly turned and Becky was on her back. "Oh, don't worry about
that. Now I want to be unforgetable to you." She started with a long, lush
kiss, exploring Becky's mouth so thoroughly Becky knew she had no secrets
there. Slowly, Christy moved away from Becky's mouth. "You taste of me."
Christy said huskily, "It reminds me of what you did. I'm gonna do that to
you, but different. Just a little different."
Becky wasn't sure what that meant, but she was eager to find out. She ached
and each thought of what Chris was promising sent sharp, little tickling jolts
of sensation through her belly, and down between her legs. It was all she
could do to keep from touching herself, though the release that would give her
was so good. It was like flying, she thought, like she was soaring and there
was nothing else in the World but her body. She knew Chris would give her
that, she hoped Cris would give her more.
Using just the barest whisper of a touch, Christy ran the pads of her fingers
along Becky's collarbone, to her shoulders and back. It nearly tickled,
nearly itched. She did it again, then let that spot to move to the other
side. Both hands moved, so lightly they almost weren't touching, over Becky's
neck and shoulders, back and forth, in circles, triangles, other patterns,
until Becky was mad to rub the sensitiized skin. She started to move her
hands and Chris shook her head. "Hang on to the spread if you have to, but
don't touch."
The maddening patterns continued and worked their way down to Becky's small,
perfect breasts. There the touches caused the nipples to harden to small,
crinkled points, nearly reaching themselves for the cause of their arousal.
"Chris, this is making me crazy." Becky moaned.
"I know. But you'll like it when I'm through. I promise."
She wasn't sure. Each bare touch was like a brand, she wanted, needed to rub
it away, it seared into her conscious and it was all she could think of until
the next touch. She felt on fire and she felt like she couldn't stand it.
After a long exploration, Christy moved to Becky's waist and stomach. Becky
could feel the muscles there contracting under the delicate fingers. Her
whole body felt alive at that point, more alive than it had ever been before
and part of her wanted to see how far Christy would take it. Another part,
the greater part, wanted it to be over, wanted release from the gentle,
maddening torture. "Chris, please... please do something."
"Not yet." Chris replied, gently. The fingers detoured to Becky's arms, even
to the palms of her hands, then left them to go to the feet to begin a slow
journey back up.
Becky suddenly relized that the ache between her legs had become a raging
fire, that each itchy, tickly touch was translating to her clitoris and as
soon as she realized that, it became the focus of all her attention.
So caught up in desire, Becky didn't hear herself begging her lover for relief
until she was nearly shouting for it. Her legs opened, her knees bent. The
touches trailed fire up her thighs. She didn't hear herself moan "No! Touch
me! TOUCH ME!" until the sound rang in her ears.
The fingers reached their goal and teased, touching everywhere but her
aching, reaching nub. Becky thrust her hips up in demand
then again, trying to get real pressure on her needy body.
Christy bent and sent her tongue tip to following her fingers, around and
around where Becky most wanted the tongue to be, never quite reaching the
goal. Becky grabbed for Christy's hair to force the confrontation but Christy
only laughed and drew away. Becky's moans had come to resemble sobs at that
point and finally, finally, Christy took pity on her.
It took only one, hard swipe of the tongue across the rigid clitoris and
Becky's body exploded in orgasm. The throbbing, tingling, all consuming
feelings surged through her, taking all her attention, demanding it. It
didn't end there. Christy began licking and sucking in earnest and the first
orgasm was quickly followed by another, and another, and another, until
Becky's moans changed to pleas; her body pleasured way past anything she could
stand.
The stimulus finally slowed and stopped and the mini explosions died away.
Becky gradually became aware of other things besides her own body. Her heart
slowed, her breathing calmed, she blinked at the ceiling and wondered how she
would ever again feel something so wonderful.
Christy's head was pillowed on Becky's abdomen, her fingers sliding through
the silky pubic hair. Becky reached down and rubbed the blonde strands across
her belly into her skin.
"Oh, Chris, that was so great." Becky sighed. "It was wonderful."
"Yes." Christy didn't move. "I think so." There was a wistful sound to the
blonde's voice that Becky suddenly didn't like.
"What's the matter?"
"What do you think is the matter?" Christy sat up, turned away so Becky
couldn't see her face. "That was the greatest thing and this might be the
only time we ever do it. I don't want it to be the only time."
"I don't either."
"No." Christy turned and looked into Becky's eyes. "But we can't stay here
and do it. We'll be caught and our families will ruin it for us. God, could
you imagine the Hell that would be?"
"Yes." Becky could imagine it. It would be the worst thing to ever happen to
her. And to have it arise out of something so wonderful would make it worse.
"I don't want that to happen, not to you or me. But Christy, I don't know how
I could live with you here and never be together."
"No. Well, I won't be here."
"You're leaving?" That gave Becky a pain like a blow.
"Yes. My Aunt in New York is in the modeling business; she's promised me a
job if I go. My parents want me to stay and get married, but I can't. I
couldn't stand that." Chris's eyes were pleading for Becky to understand.
She did understand and she envied her lover that opportunity. She took a deep
breath and said, "Well, that would be wonderful. You'll be a great model,
Chris."
Christy laughed. "Oh, I'm not going to model, silly, my boobs are too big. No
it's a gofer kind of job while I go to school. She's going to help me with
that too. I'm going to be an engineer."
Becky's eyes got wide. "Really? Wow." She knew Christy was smart, they'd both
spent High School in honors classes, but that was a field she'd never thought
of. "I wish I could go to school."
It was Christy's turn to look startled. "What? What about the scolarships you
got?"
"What does a girl need with college?" Becky replied bitterly. "There still
wasn't enough for four years and nobody in my family is going to help me. They
aren't even going to let me go the year I got funded. I'm supposed tot, Beck?
We could get an apartment together
and study together and always be together. Come with me? Please?"
Becky saw the sincerity in Christy's eyes and swallowed. It would be an
irrevocable step. Their families would never forgive them. But it would be
the best thing to ever happen to her, she knew, except for the moment Christy
sat down in front of her that afternoon. "What if your Aunt finds out about
us?" She asked.
Triumph blazed in Christy's eyes. "It doesn't matter." She said as she fell
into Becky's arms. "She's like us. Her lover works there too. It'll be
great. Oh, Beck, we'll be so happy."
Becky, as they kissed, sealing the deal, thought they might be too.
The End
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