Date: Sun, 05 Oct 2003 12:35:48 -0700 From: RC in Sacramento Subject: Becka the Beast, Chapter 8 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 8*** After a while the two girls rose and went back into the house. Becka said that she was thirsty, so Gia gave her a bottle of Gatorade out of the refrigerator. Gatorade tastes nasty, but athletes love it because it contains electrolytes and minerals that the body depletes when it exercises. The taste of Gatorade gets better in direct proportion to how badly the body needs it. Becka drank the whole bottle. Gia took Becka upstairs to her room, where they showered together. They did not linger under the warm water, but instead scrubbed each other down briskly. After they had dried off, Gia led Becka back to her bed and had her lie face down on it. She produced a bottle of vanilla scented oil from her night stand and squirted a generous amount over Becka's back, and then straddled the other girl's buttocks and began to massage her. Becka moaned, giving herself up to Gia's skilled hands. "Oh, God, Gia. That feels so good. Where'd you learn to do this stuff?" "Last year my brother Juan hurt his back real bad, playing football. I got a book on Swedish massage, and every night for a couple of months I used to give him a massage so he could sleep. I think I got pretty good at it, don't you?" "Hmmm, I'll say. Juan is the one everybody else calls Johnny, right?" "Uh huh. And Roberto is Bobby, and Jorge is George. I just like to call them by their Spanish names, 'cause I think it's kind of cool, like I have my own private names for them. I'm the only one they let do that." "Huh. And your father? Is that like when you call him, what is it, Ah So?" "Oso. In Spanish, that means 'bear'. When I was little I told him that he was the world's biggest teddy bear, and it made him laugh. Now that's my private name for him, and no one else is allowed to use it." "That's nice. Your whole family is nice. I ... I really want them to like me, Gia." Gia smiled, laying her body down across the other girl, holding her. Only a thin layer of oil separated naked breasts from equally naked back, but the move wasn't sexual. It was warm and loving, and meant to comfort. "They will, little girl. You're too wonderful for them not to like." Becka smiled. "Little girl. That's your private name for me, isn't it?" "Hmmm, I guess so. Do you like it?" "Yeah. I do. Even if it doesn't really fit." "That's only because you're a giant." "No, it's because you're a midget." "I am not! I'm just the right size for someone my age." "Yeah, if you were three." "Hey, does a three year old do this?" she said, running her tongue in Becka's ear. Becka moaned at her lover's touch. She rolled over so that they lay, side by side, and took Gia into her arms. They kissed, softly, their tongues barely touching, an expression of love, not passion. They lay there for a while, looking into each other's eyes, brown and blue. It was the older girl who finally broke the silence. "Gia? I meant what I said. I really do love you. I've never said that before, not to anyone." "I know. I meant it, too. I do love you, Becka." "Are you sure? You're not just saying that 'cause you're sorry for me?" "Of course I'm sorry for what's happened to you. I start to cry whenever I think about it too much. But if that's all I felt, I would have just gone to the cops and had them arrest you're Dad and his friends, and then let them put you in a foster home. "But I didn't do that because I really do love you! Every day you show me something new that's wonderful about you. Your art, your love of books, how smart you are. You're strong and brave, and you never give up. You wouldn't have been able to survive what you did if you weren't. It's the truth, Becka. I love you, I really do." Becka lowered her head, her face flushed at Gia's words. She couldn't agree with what Gia had said about being brave, not when she was so scared all of the time. But she had to say something, and so she chose a lesser topic. "I'm not so smart. I get bad grades in school, you know that." "Hey, I've seen you shop, remember? You added up about fifty numbers in your head, including coupons, and you came up with the right answer down to the penny. I couldn't even do that with a calculator. You are smart, Becka. You just don't know it, is all." * * * They lay that way for another half hour or so, whispering occasional words of love, but mostly just holding each other. It was after noon when they finally got up, and Gia announced that they were going to spend the day shopping at the mall. Becka reluctantly offered some of her savings, but Gia waved it away. "Daddy gave me two hundred bucks for this weekend, remember? Did you think he expected us to spend it all on pizza and the movies? Clothes, little girl. We're gonna get us some new clothes!" Becka's T-shirt was way too wet to put back on, so Gia gave her one of hers. It was a white shirt, with a picture of a red apple with a green worm coming out of it, a design that had been very popular in the seventies, Gia told her. The shirt was much smaller than Becka's old one, and in fact it fitted her as tight as a second skin. It rose high, and exposed an inch wide strip of skin across her navel. The effect looked deliberate, and Gia declared that Becka was now an official 'totally hot mall rat'. "I kinda miss the tied T, though. It showed a lot more of your delicious little belly. Here, let's try one more thing." Gia squatted and tugged Becka's oversized pants down until they rode low on her hips, exposing even more skin. "There. A little more Christina Aguilera looks good. You've definitely got the tummy for it. Gia gave the indicated area a kiss, followed by a long, wet lick. Becka shrieked, laughing, and pushed her away. From her seat on the floor Gia flashed a smug grin, totally unrepentive. The two girls emptied their book bags and pulled them on, as Gia led her friend outside to the detached garage. From inside she brought forth two bicycles, one her own, and one that belonged to her brother. Juan, she explained, hadn't used his since he'd gotten his driver's license last year. After explaining how to work the simple three-gear shift, she took off, with Becka following hesitantly behind. Becka hadn't ridden a bicycle since she was twelve, when her old man had driven over hers with his truck. But the adage about riding a bike turned out to be true, and soon she was racing along side by side with Gia, the sun shining on her face and the wind whipping in her hair. The sensation of speed and freedom was intoxicating, she felt like she could spread her arms and fly off on the very next hill. She laughed out loud, for no reason other than the pure and innocent joy of being young and alive. They locked their bikes up at the rack outside the mall, and when they entered it they suddenly switched into girl mode. They spent three hours ransacking the clothing stores, modeling outrageous outfits for each other, striking poses like the models on the Style channel. When they stopped for a late lunch at McDonald's, Becka had three new outfits for school, and Gia had one and some new T-shirts. They had also stopped at a kiosk that sold costume jewelry. Gia bought Becka a gold heart necklace with a stone she claimed was a ruby, Becka's birthstone. In return Becka bought her a tiny ring with what might have been an opal, Gia's birthstone. Neither would have ever traded theirs for the real thing. An amazing thing happened while they were eating. A voice called out their names, and in a moment Kelly trotted over and greeted them. With her was a very pretty older woman, who she introduced as her Mom. She told her mother that they were two of her best friends. Mrs. Newman told the girls that Kelly's friends were always welcome at their home, and invited them to stop by any time. After they left Becka sat silently for a while, staring into the depths of her chocolate shake. "What's wrong?" Gia asked. Becka just shook her head, and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. It's just that...nobody ever asked me to meet their Mom before. I mean, I'll be like, wandering around inside here, or somewhere downtown, and then some kid I know from school will see me. And sometimes they'll try and hide behind their Mom or their Dad, and it's 'cause they're scared of me. But nobody ever wanted me to meet their Mom before. I just, I dunno, I think it's just nice, you know?" Gia did understand, but wisely decided not to pursue it. They finished their lunch and found a security guard at the information booth who allowed himself to be wheedled into watching their bags, while they went to the theatre and saw a movie. It was the new Harry Potter film, and Becka was entranced by the Hollywood magic on the big screen. She begged Gia to let her see it again, but it was late and the other girl was afraid that the guard would go off duty and they'd have to deal with a stranger to get their packages back. She compromised by promising to rent the first Harry Potter video on their way home, which Becka had also not seen. They were laughing as they left, and calling each other muggles. * * * Evening was falling as they made their way home, after stopping at the video store to rent the promised DVD on the way. As they rode down the street they stood on the pedals to get as high as they could, to savor the cooling evening air as it rushed past their bodies. They breathed in the scents of early autumn, of fresh cut grass and smoking barbecues, and of sprinklers turned on for lush green lawns now that the sun was down. Becka was sure that she had never felt this happy before in all her life. When they got home Gia took all of their dirty clothes and put them in the washer, along with those they had just purchased that day, "to get that just bought store smell out of them," she explained. They were now dressed in a couple of oversized T-shirts which one of her brother's had long since outgrown. Becka felt a little weird, wearing a strange man's clothes, but also kind of excited. She asked Gia which brother the shirts had belonged too, but she only shrugged. At the laundry level, they were all pretty much interchangeable. The shirts were Gia's now. Neither of them bothered to wear any panties. Gia started to pull items from the refrigerator and cabinets, saying they were going to have chicken enchiladas for dinner. Becka asked if she could help, and Gia told her she could be responsible for desert. "So what's for desert?" Gia set down the pan she was holding and stepped over to the other girl. She wrapped her arms around Becka's waist, slipping her hands underneath her shirt, and grasping her naked ass. She pulled Becka in closely, and when the taller girl put her hands on her shoulders, Gia looked up into her eyes and grinned wickedly. "I am, little girl. I'm going to be your desert. Or have you forgotten how you never got around to licking my poor little pussy last night?" "Eeeww, Gia! You were all bloody and sticky last night!" "Well, whose fault was that?" "It was nobody's fault. But I do accept credit for taking your cherry. You may thank me now." Gia did just that, with a long and beautiful kiss. * * * Gia finished preparing dinner and put it into the oven. While it cooked they started the movie, curled up in each other's arms on the sofa. The stove alarm went off about halfway through the film, and by unanimous consent they decided to finish their meal lying on the floor of the living room, watching the rest of the movie all the way to the end. When the movie was done, both girls hurried into the kitchen to clean up. There was no question about whose turn it was to clean, they were in a hurry to finish, so that they could have their 'desert'. When the last dish was washed and the last counter was sparkling clean, they raced off upstairs, hand in hand. Gia had earlier brought up some of the candles she had used the night before, and now placed them around her room. She lit them and turned out the lights, and presently the room was filled with flickering light and the soft sweet smell of warm vanilla. Becka took off her T-shirt first, standing naked in front of her lover. Gia stepped forward and raised her arms, and let Becka remove her T. The smaller girl had decided to let her take the lead tonight, and Becka felt a flush of confidence as she lay her down on the bed and then lay next to her. She put one hand behind the other girl's head and lowered her mouth into the kiss, two pairs of soft lips brushing tenderly against each other. With her other hand she traced gentle patterns across Gia's breasts and belly, and then squeezed the tender mound firmly at the same time she put her tongue in Gia's mouth. Gia moaned at the double sensation, wanting more, finding Becka eager to give it to her. The kisses became more intense, demanding, and hungry. Gia pinched Becka's nipple as she broke the kiss, letting her lips trail down to the other girl's neck. Becka gasped as Gia nipped at the tender area of her throat. Her hand left Gia's breast and traveled down her back, cupping her round little bottom, drawing the other girl forward. As her hips moved toward Becka, Gia opened her legs and let Becka's thigh slide in between. Now Gia closed her legs on Becka's thigh, trapping it, grinding her pussy against the firm, hard muscle. She took Becka's nipple in her mouth and bit lightly on it, even as she humped herself against the older girl's leg. Gia felt her juices flow all over Becka's leg as she came, and felt it as Becka came a few seconds later. They held each other, as their bodies twitched in sympathetic shivers of mutual release, each of them crying out at the small explosion of ecstasy. They lay like that for a few timeless minutes, basking in the warm glow. But Becka wasn't satisfied, she wanted more. She pushed Gia flat on the bed and started kissing her, all over her face, slowly working her way down her body. She zigzagged a path across Gia's perfect brown skin, touching and tasting, nibbling with just the tips of her teeth. Gia shuddered with pleasure, moaning softly at the other girl's ministrations. She put her hands on top of Becka's head, and slowly moved her downward. When Becka reached the first silky curls between Gia's legs, she took them between her teeth and pulled, just enough to cause Gia to wince. She let the short hairs slip past her lips, and as they did so she let her tongue glide gently down Gia's labia. The taste was incredible! Sweet and musky, it was almost as if she could taste Gia's innocence mixed with her juices. She spread Gia's legs wider, as the tip of her tongue circled the opening there, and then slowly traced it's way back up the other side of her sweet pink lips. She did this repeatedly, taking her time. Using only the very tip of her tongue and stopping each time just before she hit Gia's clit, she slowly built the heat inside her lover's sex. Gia was whimpering in her need, but Becka held off, keeping her from taking that last step. "Ooohhhh, Becka, please, I need to cum so BAAA-AAD!" Gia grabbed Becka's hair and clenched it in her hands, grinding her face deeper into her pussy. Just when she felt like she would die from the frustration, Becka let her tongue run a lightning flicker around Gia's rigid little clit. Gia cried out, her hips bucking as if she had been hit by electricity. The sensation shot through her body from head to toe, as her hips bucked wildly with the power of her climax. Becka was almost thrown away, but she held on, one arm clamped across Gia's belly, the other wrapped around one of her thighs. She rode Gia's bucking body like a wild animal, her mouth clamped tight, her tongue now probing the other girl's clitoris feverishly. Gia no sooner came down from her climax, than she felt the beginnings of another one start. It came only after Becka slid her tongue into Gia's pussy and started to stroke her with it, just as she had with her fingers the night before when she took Gia's sweet cherry. Gia finally collapsed, spent, her body tingling with sparks of warm fire. She drew in long ragged breaths, feeling dizzy, and tiny bright dots blurred her vision. Between her legs Becka slowly let up on her tongue action, giving Gia's pussy a long, loving kiss. She slid up the other girl's body like a snake, dragging her breasts over Gia's thighs, her belly, her own soft mounds and hard little nipples. Instinctively she used her body just as Gia had used her hands on her that afternoon, giving her lover the most sensual massage possible. All of Gia's juices that had run down her face and breasts now acted like the massage oil she kept in her nightstand. As her silky breasts sent shivers all the way to her lover's soul, she whispered in her ear. "Wake up, baby. It's still early, and I need you." * * * Sunlight woke Gia the next morning, that and the empty spot on the bed next to her. She reached over and felt the cold sheets, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes. She sat up in the bed, looking around the room. "Becka?" "Hey, don't move." Hearing the words, Gia finally located the other girl. Becka was across the room, sitting in Gia's old high back rocking chair. She had one long leg tucked under her, the other one bent at the knee, against which she was resting the sketchpad she had been busily drawing on. Other than that, she was completely naked. "I said don't move. Just lie back down, I'm almost finished." Gia followed the other girl's orders, grinning. "Hey, are you drawing me naked?" "No, I thought I'd add a parka and some snow shoes. Of course I'm drawing you naked, it's what you do best." Gia giggled. "I do naked best, huh? You know, this is not what I had in mind when I asked you draw my portrait. I mean, I was really thinking about something I could show to my Dad, you know?" "Picky, picky. Tell you what. If you bribe me enough, I'll let you put some on clothes for the next one. Deal?" "Deal. But let's hurry up, okay? I've gotta pee." Gia lay still for another fifteen minutes, watching her lover with utter fascination as she drew. The transformation was amazing! Becka's lips were parted, with the pink tip of her tongue protruding out of the corner of her mouth. The harsh lines and wary look that had marked her before were gone, without leaving so much as a frown line to mark their passing. In their place was an innocence, a child like wonder at the magic coming out of her fingertips and imprinting itself on the page. Gia had to fight down the urge to run across the floor and kiss the other girl, long and hard and deep. Finally, Becka lay down the sketchbook and said, "Done." Gia bounded out of the bed and scrambled across the room, climbing into Becka's lap. She put one arm around Becka's neck, and held up the sketchbook with the other. As she snuggled into the most comfortable place in the world, she gasped at what she saw. "Ohmygawd ---Becka! You've made me look so beautiful." "No I didn't. You are beautiful, Gia. I just drew the picture." Gia could only stare. The sketch of her was all in black and white, but no less lifelike for all of that. It showed her lying on her side, one arm pillowing her head and the other arched above it, lifting her breasts. Stray locks of dark hair flowed across her shoulders and throat like a black river, which matched the silky strip between her thighs. Her upper leg was bent, highlighting its delicate length and the curve of her hip. The tangle of blankets and sheets concealed nothing, but provided the sketch with the perfect touch of the erotic. But by far the most startling feature of the sketch was Gia's face. It had obviously been done last, because in the sketch her eyes were open, open and luminous. She seemed completely relaxed and totally at peace. Somehow, by some trick of her amazing talent, Becka had been able to capture the languorous look of a woman who had just been made love to. "Do you really like it, Gia?" "Oh, little girl, I love it! Becka, my love, you are just as talented as you are beautiful." "But I'm not beautiful, Gia. I'm too big. You said so yourself." "You are not too big, you're the perfect size." "But I have freckles." "They're beautiful, too." "And my butt is too big." "Mmm...okay, there you've got me." Becka stuck out her tongue, grinning. Gia kissed it, long and hard and deep. It was a good way to end an argument. * * * Becka wanted to make breakfast that morning, and with Gia's direction she was able to make a passable omelet. Afterwards they went for a morning swim, and lay in the sun to dry. When the sun had done baking them, they went upstairs to change into clothes. Gia had wanted to spend the day biking and spending the last of their money shopping, but Becka had another idea. "Please, Gia, I want to learn some more karate. Will you teach me again, please? Please, please, please?" Gia smiled, she couldn't help it. The sight of "Becka the Beast' wheedling like a small child was just too much. With a laugh she acquiesced, and led the other girl out onto the back lawn. "Okay, strictly speaking, what I'm about to show you isn't karate. Karate is like, all punching and kicking, and to do it right it takes a lot of time learn. What I'm going to teach you now is aikido and something called krav maga, which was created by the Israeli army back in the 70's. It's basically just street fighting, only dirtier. It's good because you can learn it fast and be able to use it right away. "Okay, now this is a wrist hold, this is what I used on you in the locker room..." The impromptu lesson ended up taking the rest of the morning and didn't break up until lunch. The session was fun, and the two girls laughed and joked a great deal, but underneath it was a current of seriousness. They were both well aware of the dangers in Becka's life, at the hands of both her father and his deviant friends. They knew, although they didn't talk about it, that being able to defend herself might someday be the difference between life and death for the older girl. Gia taught her the dirtiest fighting tricks she knew, and made her practice them over and over again. "Remember; 'practice makes permanent'. My Dad has that painted on the wall at his dojo. When you're in a fight you can't take the time to think, everything is happening too fast. So you have to train your muscles and reflexes to fight for you without even thinking about it." They were at it for almost three hours when Gia finally called a break. They were hot and sore, with muscles that ached with more than a few bruises. They were so tired that they ended up leaning against each other like a couple of drunks as they made their way into the kitchen. They had a hearty lunch of left over enchiladas, and afterward went upstairs to wash away the sweat and grime from their exertions. They made love in the shower, for the first time feeling the joys available with wet bodies and soapy fingers. The water had begun to turn cold by the time they pulled themselves out, to towel off and then fall into bed, and each other's arms. (continued)