Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2003 02:35:50 -0700
From: RC in Sacramento <sacwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 18

This is a work of fiction from a first time author. It depicts acts of sex
and sexuality between two teenage females. If such content disturbs you, or
you are under 18, get out and stay out. As always, this story can only be
reproduced by consent of the author.

			Becka the Beast
			 by Sacwriter

Chapter 18***

	When George pulled up into the driveway an hour later, Becka barely waited
for the car to stop before she was out the door and heading upstairs to
their bedroom. Gia was right behind her, but moving slower, almost
reluctantly. Becka was far too eager to notice.
	George was just pocketing his keys when Bobby and Johnny appeared on either
side of him. They grabbed him by the arms and spun him around, quickly
marching him back towards his car. When he tried to protest, Johnny gave him
all the explanation he needed.
	"Dad's orders. You. Us. Beers at Milo's. Back in one hour. Got it?"
	"Um, yeah," George answered, as he got behind the steering wheel, his
brothers finding their own seats. 'Dad's orders' was pretty much all he
needed to hear.

			* * *

	"Gia, look! There's a new bed here. Your Dad must've got one just for me.
Lookit, it's just like yours." Becka threw herself down on the new bed hard
enough to bounce, rolling over so that she was face up. She stretched
luxuriously, arching her back, pointing her breasts out and giving her hips
a little grind. Is was a display of pure and wanton invitation. Gia
swallowed nervously and turned away, her eyes falling to the top of the
dresser. She blinked for a second when she saw the opened sketchpad there.

	"Wow, this is great. A little bit firmer than yours, I think. But talk
about unnecessary. You and me are so gonna need only one bed tonight, aren't
we? ... Gia?"
Becka sat up and glanced at her lover, and frowned when she saw that Gia
wasn't even looking at her. Then Gia solemnly picked up Becka's sketchpad
from the dresser and showed it to her. It was opened, and the picture it
showed was the one of a naked Gia masturbating. Up in the corner was a
yellow post it note. Becka realized at once what it meant, and her face
turned as white as the sheets she was lying on.
	"Becka, it says 'Come and see me when you're ready'. And it's signed by
Dad. Baby, I don't think we can put this off any longer."
	Becka felt herself go still inside, as if her heart had stopped beating,
and the blood no longer rushed through her veins. And yet she did hear a
rushing sound, like a cold winter wind that was whistling around her bones.
She started to shiver, and a familiar and hated darkness started around the
edges of her eyes.
	"Becka! Becka, no, you stop that right now!"
	Gia. It was Gia who said that, and Gia who was sitting next to her on the
bed, holding her close. She pulled Becka's face into the hollow of her
shoulder and rocked her like a baby.
	Becka realized that it wasn't all just in her head, she really was
trembling, and her flesh felt icy cold. She knew what was happening,
recognized the symptoms of 'going away'. But this was worse, she had never
felt such a paralyzing fear before. She had never had this much to lose
before. With an effort of will Becka fought her way through the panic
attack, and slowly pulled away from the other girl's embrace. When Gia gazed
at her with an aching concern, Becka took a deep breath and shook herself,
as if she had just come out of a cold bath.
	"I'm okay, Gia. It was just so sudden, you know? But I'm okay now."

	Gia slumped in relief, then reached over and rubbed the other girl's
shoulders. "Don't scare me like that, little girl! I thought you were gonna
zombie out on me again."
	"Yeah, I almost did. Thought I was past that, you know? I guess some things
can still scare me pretty bad."
	"But what are you afraid of now?"
	"That he'll hate me."
	Gia sighed, then shook her head emphatically. "Not possible. Oso could
never hate you, not unless you did something to hurt me. And you could only
do that by going away again. So don't, alright?"
	"He could hate me 'cause I made you a lesbian, Gia."
	Gia snorted. "I was a lesbian long before I ever met you, little girl. You
were just me first opportunity. And Daddy is smart enough to figure that out
all by himself. And if he isn't, we'll just explain it to him."
	It took another ten minutes, but eventually Becka felt composed enough to
face the coming trial. Hand in hand they walked down the stairs in search of
Phil Cameron, and their future.

			* * *

	Phil was waiting for them in the living room, sitting on the big couch and
reading some papers from an open file folder on the coffee table. When he
saw the girls he put the papers back and closed the file, and then rose to
his feet. He nodded towards the love seat opposite, and waited for them to
sit down before taking his own place. For a while there was an uncomfortable
silence that filled the room, like an uninvited guest. Phil took advantage
of it to study the two young girls - 'young women', he reminded himself -
seated before him.
	They were sitting huddled together more than the confines of the love seat
warranted. They held hands, but where Gia's grip looked strong and firm,
Becka was holding on as if the other girl was her life line. His daughter
was looking him straight in the eye, with that same pride and determination
he loved so well, the one he had seen that morning she told him she was
going to search for her friend no matter what he said. Becka also seemed
defiant, but she had trouble meeting his gaze. Her eyes kept sliding away
whenever he looked too closely at her. It was obvious the poor girl was
scared out of her mind.
	Phil sighed. He had wanted to take his time with this, to get it right. But
it would be cruel to stretch it out any longer than he had to.
	"Okay. First off let me tell you what I am not. I am not mad. I am not
disgusted, except maybe with myself for not having seen this coming a long
time ago. It's been pretty obvious for the past two weeks that you two are
more than just friends, and I should have realized it before now. That's my
bad, not yours.
	"I am also not shocked, or horrified, and I certainly don't love either of
you any less than I did this morning. I am not going to give you guys a hard
time, and I am not going to try to separate you. After all the two of you
have been through, nobody has the right to do that. This is your home, and
you're always safe to be who you are here. Okay?"
	Becka seemed to deflate, as all the tension left her in a rush. Her eyes
were closed and her lips trembled as she nodded at Phil, but tears were
streaming down her cheeks. Gia had obviously been more confidant of his
answer, but she too seemed more than a little relieved. She showed him her
grateful smile, as she put her arm around Becka and held her close. Phil
looked away to give them a few minutes. From the coffee table he picked up a
framed photograph and looked at it. When the two girls were ready he turned
it around for them to see. They both recognized the person in the photo
right away.
	"This is Lupe, my wife. Gia's mother," he said, including his daughter in
the conversation but addressing his remarks to Becka. "I'm sure you've heard
the story of how she died by now. My Lupe was a very wise woman, and we all
miss her terribly.
	"When Lupe and I got married and started talking about kids, we did what I
think all parents do, or at least all of the good ones. We started talking
about the problems that out kids might have, and how we would handle it if
they did. We'd see a movie on TV bout some kid who got into a gang, or got
into drugs, or who had AIDS, and we'd talk about what we would do if that
happened to us. And yeah, we talked about what we'd do if one of our kids
turned out to be gay.
	"This was a really big issue for Lupe. See, she grew up in San Francisco in
the sixties and seventies. That's when a lot of gay people first started
coming out. Lupe knew several kids in school who were gay, that sort of
thing didn't matter to her at all. But she had a lot of horror stories about
the ones who came out to their families, and were treated bad by them.
Underage kids kicked out of their homes, out of their families, just for
being different. For being the way God made them. Lupe hated that. Which is
why I know she would have loved you, Becka. And why I know she would have
been behind me in what I'm about to do."
	Phil paused for a while to set the picture back on the coffee table. He
looked at the face of his dear wife for a moment, and then turned it so that
it faced the two girls. The symbolism was obvious, this was coming from the
both of them. He opened the file folder and took out the papers he had been
reading earlier.
	"I got a call from our lawyer today. He said that Social Services is
sending a lady over to interview us tomorrow, but according to Benny it's
just a formality. They should file the papers that night, and by Friday
morning I should be your legal guardian.
	"On the day that that happens, though, and with your permission, I'd like
to have Benny also file this. This is a formal petition to adopt you, Becka.
I want you to become my daughter, and to be a part of this family forever."

			* * *

	Gia was jumping up and down on the love seat and hogging her, kissing her
face and wriggling around like an ecstatic puppy dog, but Becka could only
stare in shock. Gia's Dad wanted to adopt her? To make her his daughter, and
to become her Dad? He was saying that he loved her that much. that he was
willing to tie himself to her for the rest of his life. She felt dizzy, and
if she hadn't been sitting down she would have fallen. It was wonderful, it
was overwhelming, so much that Becka was afraid to breathe less she pop this
whole dream like it was a bubble. And it had to be a dream, something this
great couldn't possibly be true!
	But it was true. And there was Gia's Dad sitting across the table from her,
holding those legal looking papers, and waiting for her answer. Becka took a
deep breath, forcing it past the tightness in her chest. With as much
dignity as she could muster, Becka looked him in the eye when she answered.
	"Thank you, Mister Cameron. Thank you very much. I would be very proud to
be your ... to be your daughter."
	Becka had no more than gotten the words out then she launched herself out
of the chair and was flying into the big man's embrace. She wrapped her arms
around his neck and buried her face deep against his. She felt his arms go
around her and squeeze her back, and knew down in her soul that those arms
would always be there for her, keeping her safe from now until doomsday. She
choked back a sob and told him what was in her heart.
	"I love you, Papa Bear."

			* * *

	Phil held the girl and smiled into her soft blonde hair. He opened his
other arm just in time to let Gia fill it, and found himself with a double
handful of teenagers. Man, what an adventure. A new daughter and a crazy new
nickname, all in one day.
Lupe would have loved it!

			* * *

	"So, um. Do I call you 'Dad' now?" Becka asked, feeling suddenly shy. It
was twenty minutes later, and she and Gia still lay in her father's arms.
Their father, she reminded herself, grinning. She couldn't quite believe it,
it was so like something out of a fairy tale, or one of those sappy movies
on the Disney Channel. She knew she should get up now, but it was just too
damned nice, curled up against him like this. Gia was right, it was like
hugging the world's biggest Teddy Bear.
	"Dad is fine, honey. Or whatever you're comfortable with. Hey, that Poppa
Bear thing, where'd that come from?"
	Becka actually giggled. Which was strange, because she never giggled.
	"I don't know, it just came out. Do you like it?"
	"Oh, yeah, it's okay. It's just like Gia and her Oso thing. Just don't over
use it, though."
	"Okay, Dad. I'll save it for special occasions. Umm, does this mean I have
to learn to talk Spanish?"
	This time it was Gia's turn to giggle. "I don't see why. None of us do."
	At Becka's shocked look Phil laughed and then explained. "Honey, we're like
fifth generation Mexican-American. We hardly ever speak Spanish. Yeah, we
probably should practice our heritage more, but I bet Dave Caruso doesn't
speak Italian, either."
	"Wow, that's weird. It makes sense, but it's still weird. Umm, Dad?"
	"Yeah, hon?"
	"Do the guys know? About Gia and me, I mean."
	"Yeah, Johnny and Bobby helped me move that bed, and they saw the sketch
book too."
	"Ohh, God," moaned Gia, covering her eyes. "They saw me naked! I can't
believe we left that book out where people could see it."
	"What do you mean 'we'. You were the one who spent two hours last night
paging through it."
	"But you had new sketches of me, I had to see them."
	"And apparently, so did Bobby and Johnny."
	Gia's only answer was another overly dramatic moan. Becka grinned, but then
became serious when she turned to face her father.
	"Dad? When is the adoption gonna be final?? How long does it take?"
	"It won't be that long, honey, your case is special. It usually takes
months, but they'll expedite it for us. Benny says it ought to be official
in about five or six weeks."
	"Good! I can't wait until they - hey! Is that the boys?"

	It was them. The front door opened as the two girls scrambled to their
feet, followed more slowly by Phil. Quietly, the three younger Cameron men
filed into the living room, solemnly arranging themselves across from their
father and the two girls. From the expression on his face, Becka guessed
that George's brothers had already told him about the true relationship
between the two girls. For a long while they all stood there, not saying a
world, and not giving anything away. Predictably, it was Gia who broke the
silence.
	"Well? Don't just stand there like the three idiots you are, somebody say
something!" she snapped, irritated.
Suddenly Bobby grinned, a huge smile that flashed his movie star teeth like
a neon sign. It was as if he had been waiting for Gia to feed him the
perfect cue. He leaned forward and chanted, "Gia's got a girlfriend. Gia's
got a girlfriend."
	And with that the three brothers broke up into howls of laughter. Paybacks
really are a bitch.

	Gia's face turned a bright shade of crimson, as she scowled back at her
siblings. She stomped her foot and started to smolder, which only made them
laugh more. Phil had stepped away, distancing himself from the coming
conflagration, but by the grin on his face he was still an interested
spectator.
	And Becka ... Becka felt as if the last ton of weight had been lifted from
her shoulders. Her fear of rejection was gone, vanished like a morning fog.
The entire family that had taken her in loved and accepted her, despite all
of her history and the baggage that she carried. Without the slightest
reservation, she now knew that this place and these good people were her
home, and that they always would be. The once battered and broken little
girl now felt peace settle around her like a warm coat.
	Of course, some people still needed to be put in their place.

			* * *

	Gia was about to launch herself at her brothers when she felt Becka grab
her by the arm and pull her back. At first she was startled, then shocked
when the bigger girl drew her into an embrace and kissed her hard. The
surprise turned into something else, as the kiss burned through her in a
sudden rush of sweet warmth, that flowed from her lips all the way down to
spark a fire below her belly.
	Gia first felt drawn into it, and then threw herself in wholeheartedly as
she realized what her lover had planned. The kiss became even more
passionate, with dancing tongues and roving hands and wet sounds that merged
into soft moans. When they finally broke apart to breath Gia looked up to
where her brother's stood, and grinned at their reaction. It was like
watching three deer in the headlights of a barreling semi.
	"If there are no more stupid jokes to hear," Becka said, as she slid her
arm around Gia's waist and started to lead her away, "then we'll be going to
our room now. You know, to have sex."
	"That's right. We'll be down in about an hour," Gia added, giving Becka a
squeeze, and her brothers a smile that was mostly smug.
	"Better make that two hours, baby. I got my stitches out today."
	"Oh, that's right, lover. Thanks for reminding me." And as they passed out
of the room, Gia reached down and grabbed Becka's ass.
	The only sound from behind them was the roar of Phil Cameron's laughter.

			* * *

	Of course they didn't go upstairs, they waited around the corner for almost
a minute and then came back in, grinning. They were met with appreciative if
sheepish laughter, and Phil made the announcement that Becka had agreed to
the adoption and was now an official part of their family. This was met with
loud cheers but no surprise, as it turned out that he had already sounded
his sons out on the idea days ago. The recent news about her and Gia's
relationship had in no way dampened their enthusiasm, and an immediate
celebration seemed to materialize out of thin air.
	George got on the phone and ordered pizza, lots of pizza. The stereo was
warmed up and the outside speakers were turned on, and the party migrated
out to the patio. Johnny broke out Lady Rosa, and in between CDs on the
stereo he entertained, mostly with some kick ass rock 'n roll from the
fifties. Becka found herself besieged by all her brothers, who wanted her to
dance with them, but had to admit shyly that she had never learned how. On
hearing this, Phil declared that it was his duty as her father to teach her
how to cut a rug. By the end of the night each of her brothers had managed
to wrangle at least one dance with their new little sis, but Gia had
insisted that all slow dances were hers and refused to share. By nine
o'clock, Becka was delightfully tired, and leaned on the other girl so much
that Phil decided to call it a night.
	But before they broke up, Phil produced some glasses and a bottle of wine,
and poured a round for everyone, including his daughters. "You'll probably
recognize this bottle," he said cryptically, which caused Gia and Becka to
exchange looks. They remembered their stolen weekend together, and Becka
made a mental note, that it was not so easy to put something over on her
father.

			* * *

	Gia felt the nervous squirming in her stomach as she followed Becka into
their bedroom. Her mouth was dry, and her throat hurt when she tried to
swallow. When Becka threw herself down on the bed she couldn't help it, she
looked away. The moment that had been haunting her for most of the week was
finally here, and she still had no idea how she was going to handle it.
	"Oh my God, Gia, I still can't believe what went down today. I never even
dared dream that something this great could ever happen to me. It's just ---
I never thought anybody would want me, you know? I thought that I was
nothing, and that I wasn't good enough for people to want. The most I ever
thought I'd have was getting away from Ralph and having my own apartment,
and if I was really lucky maybe I could be a for real artist someday. I
never thought I'd have a family, and people who love me, and, and ... Gia, I
never knew that you could be this happy!"
	With a sudden burst of renewed energy Becka bounded off of the bed, and
began to move nervously around the room, a look of almost rapture on her
face. She stopped by Gia and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her
unresisting body up against her own. She looked down into Gia's eyes, and
her energy seemed to make itself over into tenderness. She brushed Gia's
hair away from her eyes with a touch so soft that the other girl barely felt
it, and when she spoke Gia had to strain to hear her.
	"Hey, you know something? I just realized that you and me, we're gonna be
sisters now! Isn't that a trip? I guess there's some kinds of incest that
don't freak me out." And with that she lowered her lips to those of the girl
in her arms.
	And Gia ... pulled away.
	She couldn't make herself face the other girl, but she knew the look of
shock that must be on her face. She desperately wanted to say something, to
explain, but her throat felt like it had been closed up and wouldn't work
right. She turned and moved away, her arms wrapping around herself as she
felt the first hint of a tremor run through her body.
	"Gia? Gia, what's ..." Becka's voice trailed off, and now she could hear
the beginnings of pain in it. It tugged at her, made her want to whirl
around and deny the rejection. To tell the other girl just how incredibly
much she loved her, wanted her, and needed her. She wanted to do all of
that, but she couldn't even make herself turn back.
	"Gia, Gia please ... don't do this to me. Gia, it's - it's not really
incest. It, it doesn't count. Gia ..."
	The word 'incest', along with the naked misery she said it with, shocked
Gia out of the place that she had been. Oh God, no, not that nightmare
again! Her concern suddenly outweighed her fear. She couldn't let Becka
think that that was the reason...
	"Becka, no! I never even thought about that, I swear. I just ... I
can't..." Gia stopped, desperate to explain, to find words that made sense.
But she couldn't, because there just weren't any.
	"Then why, Gia? Why won't you make love to me? What did I do wrong?" The
rawness was still there in Becka's voice, but her old anger was beginning to
show, too. Gia knew she was no longer begging for an answer, she was
demanding one.
	"No, Becka, you didn't do anything, I swear it's not you. It's - it's just
..."
	"Dammit Gia, don't give me that old line, 'it's not you, it's me'. I've
heard that a hundred times on TV, and everyone knows it's just crap!  Just
tell me, Gia. Tell me the truth. Why won't you touch me!?"
	"It's the bottle!"

			* * *

	Becka could only stand there, staring at the distraught figure before her.
Gia's rejection had cut into her like a scalpel, but she couldn't deny that
the other girl seemed just as hurt as she was, and maybe even more so. What
the hell was going on here, and why was Gia doing this? And what did she
mean by, 'it's the bottle'?
	Gia looked so miserable that the urge to comfort her was almost
overwhelming, but Becka angrily hardened her heart to it. Instinctively she
knew that if she let Gia get away with this, then something terribly
important would be lost, would die and wilt like last year's leaves. So
instead of running to her lover she stood still, using her silence as a
weapon. She waited, until the weight of it could finally force out an
explanation.

	"Becka, I'm sorry. I just ... I keep seeing that bottle, between your legs
and ... inside of you. I keep dreaming about what it felt like when I pulled
it out. The sound it made, and all of the blood ...
	"Becka, I can't stop thinking, that if I touch you it'll bring it all back.
I can't see how you can stand -- can stand to have anybody touch you there.
Not after what happened ...
	"Becka, it's not that I don't want to touch you. I'm just too afraid to
touch you."

	Becka turned her head and glanced around, taking a deep breath and letting
it out before she looked back at the younger girl. She felt like a fist had
been unwrapped from around her lungs, letting sweet air back in. She began
to lose the edge of panic that had threatened her. Gia hadn't been rejecting
her after all, she thought she had been protecting her. Jesus Christ on
crutches, how screwed up was that?
	Gia was once more holding herself and was looking even smaller and more
shrunken than ever. She was refusing to meet her eyes, staring fixedly down
at the floor instead.  Becka decided that this was the first thing that she
had to change.
	Becka reached out and took a hold of Gia's arms, steering her over to the
bed. The younger girl moved stiffly but did not resist, it was like pushing
a coat rack on wheels. When she got her into position she pressed downwards
on her shoulders and made her sit, and then she knelt on the ground before
her. Gia still tried to look away, but Becka took a hold of her chin and
turned her face back to where she would have to see her. She spoke to her in
the same calm voice that Gia had once used on her, in the woods in back of
her old house, on the day that she gave Becka back her soul.
	"Gia, I need you to listen to me now. Do you remember that time in the
locker room, when I attacked you, but you ended up beating me up instead? Do
you remember the way I zombied out on you, just kind of went up into my head
and wasn't there anymore? Do you remember that, Gia?"
	After a while Gia nodded, slowly. In a tiny voice she replied, "You called
it 'going away'. You said you do that when things get really bad. It scared
me."
	Becka sighed, and then nodded. "Yeah, baby, I called it going away. It's
how I protected myself when I thought I was going to get hurt. I'd just go
up inside my head so that the only thing they could hurt was my body, and
not the real me. And then I'd come back when it was all over and just clean
up the mess. It was an awful thing to do, Gia, but it kept me alive for all
of those years.
	"But do you remember when you saved me from Ralph, when he raped me with
that damned bottle? Gia, I didn't go away then, did I?"

	Gia blinked, trying to remember, and at the same time wincing as the
horrible scene came back to her. But it was true, when she had found Becka
the other girl had been in pain, but she had been there, she hadn't gone
away. And yet it had been such an infinitely more horrible situation than
that instance in the locker room. Why hadn't Becka been catatonic?

	"Gia, whenever I went away in the past, I always had this feeling. I knew,
I just knew, that there was a chance that I wouldn't be able to come back.
You hear what I'm saying, Gia? I could have gone away one day and just
stayed there. And I didn't care. My life was so miserable that I didn't care
if I spent the rest of it as a fucking vegetable, just so long as all the
bad stuff ended.
	"But that day I wouldn't let myself go away, Gia. I couldn't risk it
because I had to get back to you. You made me want to come back. You made me
want to live, no matter how much it was hurting me right then, because I
knew that afterwards I finally had something to live for."
	Becka took both of Gia's hands and held them in hers, and Gia felt the
warmth flowing through them. The blonde girl raised their hands to her lips
and softly kissed Gia's fingers. Gia had never seen the other girl make a
gesture so gentle and tender.
	"Gia, I love you. You heard what Dr. Lorne said, that wasn't the first time
Ralph had raped me like that. And for the last two years since he did I've
been dead inside. I could walk and talk and nobody knew the difference, but
inside half of me was just gone. But then you made love to me, and I was
alive again. You heal me, Gia. And I need you to do that again."

	Gia felt the hot tears coursing down her cheeks, and realized she had no
idea when they had started. Her lower lip was trembling so hard that her
teeth chattered. She wanted to believe Becka, wanted it so bad it hurt. She
wanted to know that they could still make love like they had on that magical
weekend that was so long ago and only ten days past. She wanted to, but she
couldn't. The bottle wouldn't let her.
	She knew when Becka saw it in her eyes. She saw the disappointment on her
face, the sense of loss mirrored from her own. But those passed fleetingly,
and were replaced by Becka's old friends, anger and determination. She saw
it twist her contenance, watched as Becka sprang to her feet and strode
around the room, aimlessly, like a force of nature looking for a place to
happen. She winced and almost crawled out of her skin, when the other girl
suddenly picked up her schoolbooks from the dresser and hurled them across
the room, to strike the wall and fall down with a clatter. She felt a
momentary surprise that Becka hadn't thrown them at her.
	"Becka..." she began, rising to her feet, but the bigger girl turned on her
like a caged cat. She found herself knocked backwards onto the bed, and
looked up to see her lover looming over her, inches from her face. When
Becka spoke, it was like that same cat was growling.
	"Damn you Gia, don't you move. You stay right here!"
	And then the cat whirled around and disappeared into the bathroom.

			* * *

	Gia huddled miserably on the bed, feeling worse than she had even when
Becka was gone. At least then she could imagine finding the other girl, of
saving her from her past so that they could build a future together. But she
couldn't do that now, because it wasn't Becka who needed saving.
	Gia sat on the spot where Becka had put her, afraid to leave. She clutched
her misery to herself like a pillow, holding on and unable to let go. She
wanted to stand, to pick up the books that Becka had thrown, even to leave
the room. Anything, just so she could move from that spot, but she didn't.
It seemed like she waited there for hours, but from the clock on her dresser
she saw that it was only ten minutes before the door to the bathroom opened.
	Becka stood there in the doorway, and Gia felt her breath catch. The older
girl had cleaned herself up, washed her face to take away the redness, and
combed out the tangle of her long blonde hair. She had changed her clothes
too, and now wore Gia's bathrobe, a blue and black kimono that was
ridiculously short on her. Her long, strong legs showed, tan and shapely and
completely naked below the robe. It didn't take much imagination to realize
that the rest of Becka was just as naked underneath it.
	She was posed there, proud and haughty, and so magnificent that Gia felt
her heart turn handsprings just to look at her. There were times when she
forgot just how beautiful Becka was, and other times like now, when it
sprang up and slapped her in the face.

	Becka stared down at her for a long while, and then without a word turned
and strode across the floor. She got to the wall switch and flicked it,
turning out the lights and plunging the room into darkness. The only
illumination was the ghostly blue shine of moonlight through the windows, a
shaft of which shone like a spotlight. With all the stage presence of a
circus performer, Becka stepped into that light and dropped Gia's robe to
the floor.

	Memory is a powerful thing, and just now it overwhelmed Gia, bringing her
back to that night at the pool when she had first seen Becka naked. The
shimmering blue light had illuminated her then as it did now, dancing across
the curves of her body like magic set loose. Gia felt that magic rising in
her again, and she had no doubt that Becka had planned it that way. The tall
blonde stepped over to the bed, and sat down next to her lover, her naked
thigh warm against Gia's denim clad one.
	Gia felt any control she had slipping away, and in the back of her mind she
wondered why she was even trying to keep it. Those wonderful feelings that
she had missed all week were back, and the painful knot in her stomach was
untying itself. This game that Becka was playing was working, and she
gratefully decided to join in.
	Gia kept her eyes straight forward, trying hard not to look at the naked
body sitting so close to her, and trying just as hard to hide the smile that
was fighting it's way onto her lips. She almost lost it when the other girl
leaned in close and started to nuzzle at her ear, and pressed the soft warm
weight of her breast against Gia's arm. But then Becka casually reached up
and held her finger underneath Gia's nose, and against her will she breathed
in. She moaned when she smelled the familiar, musky scent.
	So now she knew why Becka had taken so long in the bathroom.
	"Ohhh. Becka, you brat, that is so unfair," Gia said, as the digit was
slowly passed beneath her nose. Any further words were cut off when Becka
slid her finger between the younger girl's lips to suck on.
	"Now who ever told you I fight fair," Becka answered, as she took the
unresisting lover into her arms and kissed her hard on the mouth. Gia threw
her own arms around the other girl and pulled her into the embrace, her
hands going straight to Becka's naked breasts as they fell back onto the
bed.
	And she didn't think about the bottle once.
(continued)