Awakening
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It all started innocently enough. There was nothing on cable; the video store held no alternatives to boredom and all the good gossip was exhausted. And worse, there was absolutely nothing in the house worth the calories of eating. So the five girls embarked on the only other possibility, delving into each other’s deepest secrets.
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Diana came back to her bedroom with a huge bowl of buttered popcorn. All right so they did find something to snack on. Her younger sister Dora brought the cokes. When they came in, Sharon and Peggy were engaged in a heated debate about a recent cheating scandal at school and as usual Cathy sat quietly on the sidelines watching. It wasn’t that she never spoke, but confrontation with Sharon wasn’t high on her ‘to do’ list. The arrival of snacks, however, brought everyone together. Di had even cut Sharon off in mid sentence. She loved doing that.
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The four best friends: Diana, Sharon, Cathy, and Peggy oddly enough, were all freshmen in high school. Dora, Diana’s younger sister and consummate rival, was in the seventh grade. The other three had taken a shine to the spunky sib so Dora was frequently allowed to hang with the group, over Di’s vehement protests. The protests were largely for show. Who would want a little sister for a friend? Were they unrelated, though, they would be just that.
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Maybe it was the full moon or maybe it was just raging hormones. Whatever it was, Sharon was the first to pipe up. Almost without conscience thought, the small town fifteen year olds made it a game of sexual one-up-man ship.
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“I kissed Bill Wilson,” Sharon lied.
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“You did not,” screeched Peggy, instantly jealous of even the possibility of it being true. Everyone knew of her undying love for him, everyone but Bill that is.
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“I did so,” Sharon retorted indignantly. “I even let him get to second base, he played with my breasts.” This was getting deep, but Sharon would never back down now. “I would have gone all the way with him, if he’d had a rubber.” She couldn’t help throwing in the shocker.
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“You’re a fucking liar, Sharon,” Di shot out. Knowing better than to take sides, Dora sat very still and keep quiet.
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“Well you certainly don’t have anything to talk about here, ‘Miss Prick Tease Diana’.” Sharon hissed back.
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“I do,” chimed in Cathy shyly.
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“You do what?” snapped Sharon, turning an annoyed eye at her.
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“I have.... something to talk about.”
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“Yeah,” asked Peggy in earnest. “Like what?”
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“I kissed somebody,” Cathy admitted meekly.
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“Who?” the other girls asked in stunned unison. There was a very long pause.
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“Carla Anderson.” The world ground to an abrupt halt as four frozen faces stared at her, gawking. The room was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop. The normally retiring Cathy suddenly wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor. The silence was unbearable.
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“No way,” Di finally uttered. “That’s so hot.”
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Once again there were shocked faces. This time, however, they were pointed at Di. Dora saw her chance to move up a peg on the food chain. She tried to gauge the mood for whom to side with. In the end, she chose to strike out on her own.
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“Wow Cathy,” she began, ad-libbing all the way. “I guess that took guts, huh? Geese, I bet Di doesn’t have the guts to do something like that.”
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“Now you just wait a minute, Pooh Bear.” Di purposely used Daddy’s pet name for his youngest daughter. “I’ve got plenty of guts. I just don’t like girls is all.”
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“Oh bullshit,” the feisty youngster spat. “You look at Daddy’s magazines all the time.” Di turned crimson as the accusation hung on the still air.
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“You’re an asshole, Dora. I just read the stories,” Di tried to deflect it, and failed miserably.
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“Oh just great,” snapped Sharon starting her tirade. “We’ve got two lezzy fag, queer fucks for friends, Peggy.”
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“Shut the fuck up, Sharon,” Peggy scolded in a distracted, off hand way as she gazed fixedly at her two silent friends. “Really?” she asked Cathy softly, unable to give the question her full voice. Cathy went out on the big, big, big limb and nodded agreement. “And you too?” she questioned Diana.
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“Well not like that,” Di hedged, but caught the pleading look in Cathy’s eye for a comrade in arms. “But kind of,” she shrugged in reply.
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Sharon was still having trouble finding her voice after being reproved. It was unheard of for her not to dominate the conversation. She was at a total loss. Dora was way out of her league by this time and just sat back to watch.
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“Would you kiss her?” Peggy asked Cathy, indicating Di. “If she wanted you to, I mean?” Again Cathy nodded, but with a slight gleam in her eye this time.
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“And will you kiss her, Di?” asked Peggy, seeing that she’d tipped her hand and tried to recover. “I mean, um...I meant.” With a finger to her lips, Di singled Peggy to be quiet.
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This was one of those moments in time that are charged with the power of life itself. The room, the clock and the universe itself stood stock-still. Diana bent her head closer to her best friend’s face. Their lips puckered in unison, as each mouth opened imperceptibly as they slowly closed in on each other. A jolt of passion passed through them as their lips met in mid air. Both girls shuddered a bit from the impact, but neither shied away. Although Cathy was the shyer of the two, her tongue was the first into action. And what action it was. A fierce duel took place in their mouths. Without conscience thought, both girls lay back on the bed Cathy had been sitting on. The other three watched in amazement.
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Dora was nothing short of wide-eyed astonishment personified. She wasn’t sure of the ramifications of what she was witnessing, but she was sure that her sister had crossed a big line somewhere. Sharon, on the other hand, was having an attack of homophobia. She was shocked. She was repulsed. She was disgusted. She was worried for their eternal souls. She hadn’t blinked in almost two minutes. Peggy, though, was truly in awe.
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She crept onto the far corner of the bed to get a closer look at the oddity of her best friends engaged in a sensual lip lock. Sensual, hell, it was downright sexy. Cathy had one arm around Di’s waist. And with the other she was busy running her fingers through Diana’s silky, brown hair. Now that the initial shyness had melted away, Diana, in turn, had her hands under Cathy’s nightshirt, stroking her naked back and fondling her ass cheeks.
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Sharon felt a twinge deep within her. Shocked and in denial of her reaction, Sharon rocketed to her feet to protest the carnal carnival. “What the fuck is the matter with you two?” she exploded. “How can you do that to another girl?” Her face was contorting in red rage. “What the fuck are you two, some sort of fucking queer bait lezzy losers?”
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Peggy, usually so deferential to Sharon the Control Freak, expand on her earlier defense, “You just shut the fuck up right fucking now, bitch. What the fuck is your problem anyway, huh? Why can’t you just sit the fuck down, shut the fuck up and leave them the fuck alone?” Clearly, there was more to her hostility that just this one incident.
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The fight went from bad to worse. Dora had wisely slipped away quietly when the shouting started. Cathy and Di remained silent, yet held each other tight, while Sharon and Peggy went at it. In the end, Sharon scooped up her gear and stormed out of the house, and headed home. There was a long pause form the remaining three girls. Then, slowly, they began to comment on the fight. All the while, Cathy and Di’s newfound attraction hung in the air, untouched. It was Peggy that finally, mercifully, broke that silence.
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“Can I,” she stammered. “Can I...uh…like...watch you two...you know...like.... kiss again?”
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Cathy was frozen. After the fight she’d felt ashamed about the way she felt, ashamed for even bringing it up at all. There was also the worry about how Carla would react to Di as her new girlfriend. Di, on the other hand, had no such reservations. With a big smile, she planted a big wet one on her, now, very best friend. Cathy just couldn’t resist. She kissed and fondled her new lover in return. Peggy, still at the end of the bed, took in every detail.
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Di, with a growing wet spot on her nightgown, was more than ready to step up to the proverbial plate. She was so excited that she almost tore her gown getting it off her body. Her nudity only added to the growing thunderclouds of sex in the room. Cathy, a little shyer needed a coaching, but was also nude in a few minutes. After that, things got much more serious in a hurry.
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With Dora and Peggy still watching, they melted onto each other again, kissing, touching, and moaning. Peggy was overwhelmed. Without realizing it, she was playing with herself. They asked, with kisses to both cheeks, for her to join them. But Peggy was steadfast, however, and keep her body ‘untouched by others’, her Mother’s favorite catch phrase. She, quite literally, just wanted to watch. She watched them suck each other’s nipples. She watched them kiss. She watched them nibble, and she watched as Di’s finger disappeared into Cathy’s virgin body. Peggy rode her fingers to four, violent, orgasms that night. Di and Cathy only had three a piece.
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Morning found all four girls in the same places from the night before. They were sore, stiff, tired and hungry as hell. Dora couldn’t wipe the smirk off her face at the breakfast table, no matter how hard she tried, or how badly she was threatened.
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The End…
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