Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2003 11:46:34 -0700 From: RC in Sacramento Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 7 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 7*** Gia had to show Becka how to use the dishwasher, but other than that she was able to just sit back and watch. The older girl certainly knew how to clean up. She rinsed the dishes, put away the leftover food, and thoroughly wiped down all of the counters. Without prompting she even washed the two wine glasses and dried them off, so as not to leave any incriminating evidence of underage drinking. When she was done, the kitchen was spotless. Gia remembered how clean Becka's house had been, how neat and orderly her bedroom. She certainly never learned how to do that from her father! When she was done, Becka rinsed out the sponge and put it under the sink, and slammed the door behind it loudly. She strode over to where Gia stood and took up an aggressive stance, bringing her face down within inches of the smaller girl's. In a mock growl, she demanded, "Alright Cameron! You've been eyeballing me for the past half hour. Just what is it you're looking at!" Gia grinned, a little surprised at Becka's initiative, but also pleased by it. She raised her hand and started to stroke the other girl's hair, running her fingers through the blonde tresses. "Oh, I dunno. I think I was just looking at your hair. Your Eyes. Your lips." Gia's hand slipped behind Becka's head, pulling the other girl's mouth down to meet her own. She kissed her, softly at first, but then with more passion as her mouth opened and Becka's tongue moved in to twine with her own. She could still taste a hint of wine on the other girl's lips. They were both flushed when they finally pulled apart, and she saw the glazed look of need in her lover's eyes. "But most of all, I was looking at that spot of spaghetti sauce on your nose." "What!" gasped Becka, breaking away, turning to look at her reflection in the polished side of a toaster. She tried to wipe it off. "It's dry! Gia, you brat, how long has this been on there? Gia - Hey!" It was too late, Gia had already made her escape, laughing. Becka gave chase, vowing dire revenge. * * * She caught up with Gia outside, by the edge of the pool. They wrestled there for a while, and by some strange magic their clothes ended up on the ground at their feet. It was already dark out, but Gia had turned on the pool lights earlier, and the two young women were lit by the watery blue glow. They kissed, grinding their naked bodies together passionately. Gia broke away first, wanting to see Becka naked for the first time. She stepped back, and felt her breath catch at how beautiful her lover was. The blue light seemed to hug and illuminate every curve, making Becka look like something magical, otherworldly. Without a sound Gia sank to her knees, gently pulling the taller girl closer, burying her cheek against Becka's dark blonde curls. The musky scent made her head swim even more than the wine had. For long moments they held that way, Gia grasping Becka's thighs, while Becka stroked her hair and neck. Gia looked up, and blue eyes met brown, sharing a wordless message that spoke more than volumes. Then Gia turned her head and started to probe with her tongue in that sweet piece of heaven between Becka's thighs. Becka moaned, as Gia's tongue lapped up the dampness that had already been forming since before they undressed. Gia's inexperience showed, she was hesitant and unsure of herself. But she wanted to please Becka, and to bring her pleasure, something no one had ever tried to do before. Even Toni, the only girl she had ever been with and the closest thing to a friend Becka had ever had before now, she had only taken. She had used a desperately lonely girl's body for her own pleasure, and then cast her aside like a rag until she wanted her again. The contrast between her and the girl who now knelt between her thighs was the difference between night and day, between lies and the truth. When Becka came it was the most thunderous sensation she had ever even dreamed of having, waves of pleasure washing over her like flood waters. She cried out, pulling Gia into her, grinding her pussy into her mouth. Tears ran down Becka's face, and her body shook so much she had to grab her lover's shoulders to keep from collapsing. With a tremulous moan Becka sank to the ground, and into Gia's waiting arms. Gia kissed her, smearing Becka's own juices over her face. For a long time they knelt there, holding and touching, hands caressing sweat dampened skin, swaying in a rhythm only they two shared. After a time when uncounted minutes had passed, Gia rose, helping Becka to her feet. They stood holding each other, breast to breast, gazing into each other's eyes. Becka was amazed at the younger girl she now held, the incredible person who had changed her life so much in one short week. "Did I make you happy?" Gia asked, her voice a whisper. "Yes, baby, you did. You made me happier than I've ever, ever been." She pulled Gia close, and the other girl nestled her face into the sweet smelling warmth of Becka's neck. Suddenly Becka bent down, wrapping her arms around Gia's waist, so that when she stood up she held the other girl off the ground in a tight bear hug. Gia cried out, taken totally by surprise, as Becka carried her towards the pool. "But I'm still gonna get ya," Becka said, as they toppled into the blue lit waters with a splash. * * * Gia and Becka were soaking in the warm bubbly waters of the spa, looking up through the latticed overhang at the stars. The heat was quickly soaking away the chill from the hour they had just spent romping in the pool, and the soothing massage of the high powered water jets was working it's usual magic on tired muscles. Becka, who had never been in a spa before, was in first timer's heaven, an experience Gia found she could also share by watching the expression on her lover's face. "Oh God, Gia, this thing rocks! It feels so cool, it's like someone's touching me all over my body. Do you do this all the time? I know I would!" "Yeah, we all like coming out here. But I usually have to wear a swimsuit. It's a lot better when you're by yourself and can go naked." Becka grinned. "Or not by yourself, and naked." "You've got that right, little girl. But you know, you're not doing it right. Try moving about two feet over to your right, and then spread your legs." "What, you mean like this - Oooohh! Gia, that's right on my pussy! Ohh, that feels so good!" "Glad you like it, it's my very favorite water jet. Watch what happens when I turn it from stream to pulse." "Oh, Gia! * * * They made love on the floor in front of the fireplace. It was too warm a night for a fire, but Gia produced a dozen fat candles which they covered the hearth with, and then turned out all the lights. This time Becka took the lead, laying Gia's willing body down on the floor. The flickering glow danced across the girl's breasts, seeming to tease her nipples, to lick spectral tongues across the tender flesh. Becka stared, her breath catching, mesmerized by the play of light and shadow. Becka felt the fear then, a stab of self-doubt at what she was about to do. For the first time she was going to make love to another person. Not sex, not the violence of her old man, and not the hungry selfish rutting of two animals that was the reality of her relationship with Toni. Her mind flashed back, to that terrible time when she had forced herself on Gia in the locker room. Her life had been nothing but violence and abuse for so long, could she really turn it around now? Could she actually give to Gia what Gia had given to her by the pool earlier tonight? And what if she couldn't, what if the violence was all that she was capable of? It was too many questions, too many doubts. Becka started to pull away, but found Gia's hand clutching at hers. She looked down into Gia's dark brown eyes, and saw nothing but trust there. Becka swallowed, and then nodded her head at the silent communication. More than anything else in the world, she wanted to give Gia pleasure, to return some of the love and kindness that the other girl had shown to her. She bent down and tenderly kissed her lover's breast. Gia sighed at the soft touch of Becka's mouth. The older girl circled her one breast with soft nibbles, her long blond hair stroking Gia's throat. She mirrored her actions with her hand, caressing the other mound, the touch of her fingers every bit as light as that of her lips. She avoided the nipples until they were hard and aching for her, then took one into her mouth at the same time as she lightly pinched its twin. Gia sighed, the sound starting in the back of her throat, transforming into a low moan of ecstasy as it passed her lips. Becka played with her lover's breasts for a long time, alternating gentle with firm as she instinctively read Gia's body language. She felt the first climax when Gia grabbed her hair and pulled her down, lifting her back from the ground and shuddering as she did. She cried out, a wordless sound of both pleasure and pain, and the scent of her fluids filled the air around the two young lovers. As Gia lay gasping beneath her, Becka began to work her way downward. She tenderly stroked and caressed the softness of Gia's belly, while she kissed and licked the taught skin over her ribs. The circular path of her hand became bigger and bigger, until it finally contacted the silky strands of Gia's sex. Her fingers drifted farther, stroking down and then back up the lengths of her moist and tender labia. She heard Gia gasp when she finally touched her clit, and as Becka began to rub little circles around it she heard her cry out like a child. She found that she could tell when Gia was about to climax by the strength of the tremors passing through her, by the tempo of her moans and the way she arched her back. When this happened she would lead her to the very edge and then back off, and only when Gia moaned in frustration would Becka start the journey all over again. Becka tried to slip a finger inside of Gia's pussy, but could only get it in part way. Something seemed to be blocking her. At first she was puzzled, until with a shock she realized that Gia's hymen was intact. Gia was still a virgin! Frightened by her discovery she tried to pull away, but Gia reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back in, grinding her hips against Becka's probing finger. "No, don't stop! I want it like this, Becka. I want it." Gia continued to pull on Becka's hand, grinding her hips against the intruding finger. Becka stopped resisting, and with only a slight tearing sensation she suddenly felt it slide farther in, and with two more strokes it was completely inside. Gia screamed as she came, her whole body spasming in reaction to the loss of her cherry, her back arching above the floor. She held that pose for several long moments, the contractions of her muscles trapping Becka's finger inside her quivering body, releasing it only after she had collapsed back to the ground in a boneless heap. As Gia lay there, gasping out her release, Becka gently removed her finger from inside of Gia's pussy. She brought the digit up to her face, staring at the sticky liquid that coated her entire hand. The dark red of blood was unmistakable, even in the soft glow of the candle lit room. Becka looked up at Gia, afraid she had hurt her, but Gia looked back and smiled. Her face glowed like a sleepy angel, as she whispered to her lover, "Look. Look what you did for me." Becka grinned so hard she thought her face would crack. * * * It was sunlight that awoke Becka the next morning. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and looked around, knowing that she was in an unfamiliar place, and trying to recall where it was and how she got there. Her first thought was that she had partied with Toni and was now in some strange motel room, which had happened a few times in the past. But this definitely wasn't a motel, not with posters on the wall, and stuffed animals lying on the floor. This was obviously someone's bedroom. Maybe it was - With a gasp memory returned, this whole week past and the incredible events of last night. Gia's room. She was in Gia Cameron's bedroom. Becka looked down and grinned. She was naked in Gia's bedroom. T he door to the room stood open, and through it she could here the distant sound of rock music, and then the call sign for a local radio station. Becka threw off the covers and scrambled to her feet, making her way to the bathroom where she did a quick cleanup and hurriedly ran a brush through her hair. On her way out she grabbed a T-shirt from her knap sack, slipping it on as she padded down the hallway. She followed the sound of music downstairs, where she found Gia at work in the kitchen, cooking breakfast and swaying across the floor to the beat from the stereo. Her hair was up in a tail high on the back of her head, and looked like it had just been washed. Like Becka she was wearing only a T-shirt, and the older girl couldn't wait to get it off of her. She sat down at the counter and Gia looked up, gracing her with a happy smile. She said, "Hey, little girl, you're awake. And here I was going to serve you breakfast in bed." "Smells like eggs. You remembered!" "'Course I remembered. I was taking notes. I knew sooner or later I'd have my way with you, and then I'd get to make you breakfast. Here, I made you an omelet." Becka looked down at the plate Gia set before her, frowning. "This is an omelet, huh? So does it have eggs in it?" Gia blinked, surprised. "Becka, don't you know what an omelet is?" "No. I mean, I've heard the word, but I never knew what was in 'em before. My Mom never cooked much, and I always have cereal or toast for breakfast. So, what is in an omelet?" "Um, well, it's kind of like a pie. The outside is made of eggs, and the inside is just whatever you want to put in there. I put ham and cheese, some bits of sausage, and some green peppers in yours. Um, I hope you like it." Confident now that the meal was edible, Becka gladly dug in, and was soon praising Gia's cooking skills. She watched carefully as Gia made another omelet for herself, taking her own notes. She planned on making breakfast for the other girl too, someday. As they finished up and Becka found herself once more doing the dishes, she asked Gia what they were going to do today. The answer surprised her. "First off, I've gotta mow the lawn." Becka frowned, not sure she had heard her right. "But...don't your brothers mow the lawn?" Gia grinned. "Don't you mean, 'isn't that a man's job?' Gosh, who would of thought, Becka the beast is a sexist! "No, we all take turns doing chores around here. Last week Jorge had to do the lawn and this week it's my turn. Which is okay, because that means that this week he has to do the laundry, which I hate doing. We also share washing the windows, vacuuming, cleaning the pool, things like that. Oh, if there's some heavy lifting I'll get one of the boys to do it, and they're all incompetent when it comes to using the sewing machine, but other than that we all pretty much each know how to do everything." Becka was thoughtful, thinking about what Gia had said. It was hard for her to picture, and almost as hard to believe, that any family could live in one house and be so harmonious. Where was the fighting, the poison, the backstabbing that characterized all the families she had known? In the Cameron house, apparently, if you needed help you just had to ask for it. It would be given without question, and without the 'if I do this for you, you have to do this for me' bargaining that she had thought was a universal constant. In Becka's world, siblings were supposed to hate each other, not be cooperative and supportive. Where Gia and her family then some sort of freaks? But just how big was Becka's world? How many families did she really know? Most of those she had experience with came from her father's world, drug dealers, car thieves, scammers and cons. Not the kind of people you would choose to represent the human race. So maybe they were the freaks, and the people like Gia and the Camerons who where normal. Becka's strange thoughts were interrupted, and in a most pleasant way. Gia had been unable to just sit and watch Becka clean up without lending a hand, and so she had wiped off the counters while Becka washed the dishes. Now she had dropped the sponge, and bent over to pick it up. "Hey, no fair! You've got panties on and I don't." Gia shrugged, acting as if it was no big deal. She grasped her panties and peeled them off, stepping delicately out of them. She picked them up and bunched them into a ball, then tossed them to Becka, who caught them deftly. "There, happy now?" With a wicked grin, Becka unfurled the panties and gave them a deep sniff, and then began rubbing them all over her face. "Yup, just what I wanted. Oooh, they're still warm, too." Gia hit her with the sponge. * * * Becka went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed. Her new school clothes were too dirty to wear, so she put on a pair of her old, shapeless cargo pants and an equally baggy T-shirt. She fingered them reluctantly, suddenly hating them for what they represented. They were an attempt to hide her, to disguise her blossoming young body, and to make her less attractive to men like her father and his drug buddies. She might as well dress like one of those women from the Middle East, in head to toe black robes and a veil. To her they were now a mark of her shame, and the last thing she wanted was for Gia to see her in them again. But what could she do? Other than her now soiled skirt and blouse, she had nothing else to wear other than these. She looked around, seeking inspiration, and found it in a rock star. Shakira stared at her from a poster over Gia's bed. Petite but beautiful, the South American singer seemed to exude sexuality. She stood on stage at one of her concerts, multi-colored bright lights flashing off her golden hair and sweat sheened body, as she crooned songs of passion and love into the microphone. Her outfit was sheer, a pair of second-skin tight leather pants, with a wide leather belt, hung so low on her hips they must be held up by friction alone. Above that was a taught bare belly, and pointed breasts held in by a T-shirt tied underneath them. Becka had no doubt at all why Gia kept that one over her bed. Becka grabbed the tail of her T-shirt and pulled it up, making two handles that she could then tie underneath her own breasts. She looked at the mirror on Gia's wall, frowning. Her belly wasn't as flat and her breasts not as perky as the rock star's, but then who was? Actually, she thought she looked pretty good. But something was still missing. She studied the poster again, then untied the T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She quickly undid her bra and removed it, and then put the T back on, tying it under her breasts even tighter than before. Ummm, better. She gave her nipples a tweak to make them stand out. Oh, yeah, Gia was gonna love this! Becka left and hurried out of the room, down the stairs and out the back door. She found Gia crouching over the lawnmower with a can of gas, filling it and doing other strange things that Becka had no idea about. She asked if she could help, but Gia said that it was pretty much a one-girl job. Becka stood there, waiting for her lover to look up and see what she had done to herself, but Gia was concentrating too hard on not spilling any gas on the patio. Becka sighed in disappointment. Not only didn't Gia notice her sexy new change in wardrobe, she would probably be busy mowing the lawn for at least another hour or more. Becka looked around the huge yard of the Cameron house, hoping for something to keep her occupied for a while. She found it, hanging under the eaves to the left of the back door. "Hey, Gia! What's this thing?" "What's what?" Gia answered, setting down the gas can and looking up. "This thing, right here," said Becka, reaching out and giving the unknown object a push. Gia smiled, noticing Becka's new look for the first time. Damn, did she look hot! "What, you mean that thing that looks like a punching bag?" "Yeah. What is it?" "It's a punching bag." "Oh, very funny, Cameron. We ought to get you your own show. But how come it's not made of leather? In all the fight movies I ever saw, the punching bags were all big brown leather ones." "Old movies. They haven't made bags like that in about fifty years. They're made of canvas now." "Huh. So what's it doing out here?" Becka asked, giving the bag one of her harder punches. The bag barely moved, but her hand bounced off painfully. "Oww! Hey Gia, how do you make this stupid thing work?" Gia grinned, looking forward to what was coming next. She decided to have a little fun with the other girl. "What do you mean, Becka? It's a punching bag. No batteries, no moving parts. It just hangs there and you hit it, end of story." "Well, I hit it, and nothing happened but my knuckles got sore. You guys keep it tied down, or something?" "Why, no, I don't think so, Becka. Tell you what, let me give it a try." Becka scowled at the way too innocent tone in Gia's voice, suspecting some sort of trick, but stepped back to give her some room anyway. For an instant she blinked, and almost missed it. Gia's foot shot out, a tanned blur with a running shoe that hit the bag square on and made it jump. She spun around, her other foot streaking up, hitting the bag at were the head of an adult man would be. She kicked it again and again, striking the heavy canvas bag four times in as many seconds. After her last kick she stepped in close, throwing a forearm elbow strike at the throat, then spinning around to strike the other elbow back into the belly, the back of her hand dropping down like a hammer to hit at the groin. The last blow she accompanied with an explosively loud "YEE-AHHH!" just like in the movies. She held the final pose for several seconds, as the heavy bag danced on the ends of its chains like a marionette. Then she rose, gracefully, turning to the bag she had just mauled, and bowed respectfully towards it. Becka just stood there, stunned, and more than a little awed at the younger girl. She knew that Gia had been tough enough to beat her last week, but she had never known just how easily she had done it. It was incredible! Gia was like someone off an old Bruce Lee movie. Gia turned to Becka and shrugged, smiling innocently. "Seems to be working now." Becka glared, then suddenly leaped forward, her fingers going straight for Gia's ribs. "Showoff!" she cried, as her thumbs dug in and she tickled her unmercifully. Gia shrieked, trying to cover herself with her elbows, begging the bigger girl to stop. Becka eventually did stop, but not before claiming a penalty. She held Gia in her arms and collected it, with her lips and her tongue. On Becka's insistence, Gia spent the next half hour teaching her the rudiments of punching and kicking. She produced a pair of lightweight boxing gloves, and left her to it. For the next forty-five minutes while she mowed the lawn, Gia kept glancing surreptitiously at the other girl, and found herself amazed at what she saw. Becka seemed to be a natural. Bag work is exhausting, even for someone who was used to it. Gia had expected her lover to keep at it for a while, but then stop when she grew tired and got bored. But when Becka grew tired she simply stepped back, panting, still glaring at the bag. And then she would return to trying to pound the hell out of it. Her focus never seemed to waver, she didn't look around, and she didn't stop and sit down. She simply waited until she had caught her breath, and then started the cycle all over again. When Gia finished she shut down the mower and started across the lawn and back towards the patio, brushing off stray bits of grass from her clothes as she did. But as she got closer to her friend she suddenly stopped, stunned. Becka still swung at the bag but leadenly, with arms that shook and that she could barely seem to lift. Sweat seemed to have poured out of her body, her hair hung limply and her T-shirt was plastered to her bare breasts. There was a ferocious, glazed look on her face, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. In a flash of insight, Gia understood who Becka was seeing when she hit the heavy bag. Slowly and calmly, Gia stepped up to the bigger girl and laid her arm across Becka's gloved hands, holding them down. Becka didn't move, she just stood there swaying and gasping for breath, as Gia unlaced the boxing gloves and took them off, throwing them back on the shelf were they had come from. She then led the unresisting girl over to the edge of the patio and made her sit down, and then knelt behind her. She put her hands on the other girl's shoulders and began to massage them, kneading the tightened muscles like bread dough. They had started out as tight as braided rope, but after a while under her strong hands, they began to loosen up. Becka closed her eyes and sighed, leaning back into the other girl's healing touch. "Gia?" she asked, her voice a low murmur. "Yes, baby?" Gia answered, her hands still busy on the other girl's back. "I'm pretty fucked up, aren't I?" Gia closed her eyes and winced. How do you answer a question like that? She decided to stick to with honesty. "Yeah, baby. I think you are." "I need to see a shrink or something, don't I? "Yeah. Yeah, that would probably be best." "Do they have those at school?" "Umm, I don't know, Becka. I know they have counselors and stuff. Maybe they have a school psychiatrist, too. We'll check on it when we go back on Monday. Okay?" " 'K. Gia?" "Yes?" "I love you." Gia felt the tears coming to her own eyes, and didn't try to fight them. She wrapped her arms around the other girl and pulled her in tight, burying her face in Becka's sweat soaked hair. "I love you too, Becka," she murmured, and meant every word of it. (continued)