Freshman Nyphn CH-13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

"I love you, Audrey," Becky whispered as the two girls lay side by side
on the bed, early the next morning. "I love you so much I can't tell you.
I love the way you make me feel. I love the things you taught me to do. I
love everything about you."

Audrey stifled Becky's words with a lingering kiss on the lips, then
threw aside the sheet that covered their nude bodies and stepped to the
floor. "Come on," she said. "It's time for breakfast"

"If you'll let me eat you again, I won't need any food the rest of the
day," Becky teased, her fingers reaching out to stroke lazily at Audrey's
thigh. The older girl's skin was tight, beautiful, just like everything
else about her. Becky loved her so much, wanted nothing more from life
than to spend it in bed with Audrey, living only for the sensations each of
them could arouse in the other's body.

"You'd better get some real food in you, and get to classes," Audrey
commanded. "Remember, Sigma Alpha requires good grades, and if you think
you can spend your days in bed and still get high marks, you've got a lot
to learn, Becky doll."

Reluctantly the feline young freshman crawled from the comfortable bed
and stepped to the clothes she had brought with her from the bathroom last
night. "Hey," she said, suddenly remembering, "didn't you say I could
borrow a pair of your panties? I mean, this skirt is pretty short, and I
don't want the whole world looking at my pussy. Not now, anyway. It
belongs to somebody special." Audrey laughed. She fumbled through a
dresser drawer and tossed Becky a yellow bikini. "My hips are a little
broader than yours--"

"But beautiful," Becky simpered, feeling like a grade school girl with a
sudden crush.

"Get dressed," Audrey laughed. "I have a class at eight and if you keep
on, I'm gonna end up in the sack with you. Even sorority presidents have
to have good grades, baby."

Becky slipped on the panties, then the rest of her clothing. "Well,"
she said, "I guess I'd better get over to the dorm and change. This Isn't
exactly a classroom dress."

"I like it," Audrey said, eyeing the revelation of Becky's nipples in
the bodice. "But aren't you forgetting something?"

"Jay tore my bra," she reminded the other girl, "and yours were too big
for my poor little breasties."

"Not that," the oilier girl laughed. She held out a hand to Becky. On
its palm rested the pledge pin Becky bad torn off her chest last night and
returned to Audrey with such vehemence.

"Oh," and Becky reached gratefully. She took the pin, her fingers
touching it as though it were a holy relic. "I nearly forgot it. Thank
you, Audrey, for giving me another chance."

"We couldn't afford to lose a girl like you," Audrey smiled. She
watched as Becky stepped to the mirror and repinned the little badge, right
above her thumping heart.

* * * *

Marjie was already gone when Becky returned to her room at the dorm.
Really, she thought, it didn't matter in the least. After the words they'd
had last night, when Becky was getting ready for her disastrous evening
with Jay, the lovely blonde didn't really give a good goddamn if she never
saw her roommate again.

This was Thursday, Becky reminded herself as she gathered up her
schoolbooks and note pads for the day. She had gym at nine, biology at
eleven, and--she smiled as she thought-Shearing's history class at
one-thirty. Well, no more free peeks for him. There had been a time when
she enjoyed tantalizing him with clothes that revealed so much of the
pretty body that could never again be his; but that was all in the past.
Suddenly he didn't matter any more, even as an object of revenge. Not now,
not when she had at last found the love for which she had been searching.
The movie she had seen in the Bentley Hall basement that long ago night
came back to her, and she recalled once more the line from the song: "Funny
how young lovers start as friends." It made her smile. In the person of
Audrey she had combined friend and lover, and it was both funny and
beautiful.

Gym class was for the first time an ordeal for Becky. She did her
exercises in the gym, played basketball with the other girls, and at the
proper time returned to the locker room, undressed, and took a communal
shower. The sense of being nude among other girls had long since ceased to
bother her, but now she found herself studying carefully the bodies around
her, wondering if that lovely girl with the large tits and thinly haired
cunt would be an enjoyable lover. Or how about the tall slim black girl,
her skin glowing like wet ebony as she turned rhythmically beneath the
shower faucet?

Becky supposed she was a lesbian now, but she was deeply committed to
this new way of life, now that Audrey had opened her eyes to its beauty and
wonderment. But no, damn it, she told herself angrily. She and Audrey
were lovers, and in this the true culmination of her sexual existence, she
would have no truck with the promiscuity that had marked her passing
heterosexual phase. She would be faithful, just as Audrey would, she was
positive, be faithful and constant to her.

* * * *

Tuesday and Thursday meetings of his World Civilization class were the
bright spots of Dave Shearing's existence. In spite of the absolute nature
of her last rejection, he still harbored the hope that he might persuade
Miss Becky Ryan to acknowledge his existence, discover the fact that he
loved her with an abiding passion that could not be stilled by simple
logic. He looked forward to those class sessions when he could at least
look at her while he delivered his lectures. He waited with eager
anticipation the revelation of whatever provocative costume she had chosen
to wear to class each time, knowing, even as he drooled mentally with the
thought, that she was only dressing to spite him, to tease him with what he
couldn't have. But his affection for her, his admiration not only for her
body, her sex, but for her sharp, intelligent mind as well--these caused
him to overlook the source of her actions and to merely appreciate the
results.

Today, he knew, even as he saw her enter, she was more beautiful than
ever. And most interesting of all, she was wearing a pantsuit that
revealed as little of her creamy flesh as possible. The sleeves were long,
the top fitting her perfect form so loosely it could almost be called
baggy, and the pants billowed rather than clung.

But there was no gainsaying the sparkle of her face, the lilt of her
step. He noted with approval the proud angle at which she carried her
high-set young breasts, studied the perky tilt of the sorority pledge pin
that capped her left tit. He admired the casual swinging of her hips, the
way her facial muscles worked as she looked round the room upon entering.
Something had happened to her. He wondered what it was. Could she have
found a guy and fallen in love with him since the last class meeting?
Could that be it? Something, God knew, had settled upon her since the last
time he'd seen her, something he couldn't explain or account for, but
something which had deepened, accentuated the already stimulating
femininity of this girl, the girl as far as he was concerned. Jesus, he
wanted her so badly! He wanted to throw her down upon his desk and fuck
her in sight of the rest of the class, anything to show her how much he
loved her, how much he'd dare for her sake alone!

* * * *
After Shearing's class, Becky went to the library and studied for
awhile, then made her way to the sorority house. It gave her a thrill of
secret joy to talk to Audrey lackadaisically in front of the other Sig Alph
actives and pledges, knowing what no one else did--that she and Audrey were
lovers, true lovers, grand lovers, the kind books and plays and poems were
written about, the kind who shared great secret passions and died and went
to heaven, there to loll in one another's arms forever and ever, sexing on
clouds.

But to her great disappointment, Becky found, once she'd gotten Audrey
alone where they could talk, that it wouldn't be feasible for her to come
over tonight for another love-tryst. Her eyes registered the sinking
feelings that swept over her then, and Audrey planted a soft, sweet,
honeyed kiss on her pouting lips and told her that the whole weekend was
theirs. Becky's toes wiggled inside her shoes to think that from Friday
evening to Sunday evening she and Audrey would be virtually alone in the
house and would be able to enjoy all they had previously experienced, and,
doubtless, new, yet untested delights as well.

* * *

When she entered her room in Bentley Hall that evening she saw Marjie
sitting naked in front of the mirror, fixing her makeup. Marjie looked
over her shoulder and gave a shy smile of greeting.

"Hi, Beck," she said in a friendly tone. "How's it going?"

Becky shrugged as she dropped her books onto the bed and sat down to
take off her shoes. Marjie got up from the mirror seat and came over to
her.

"Beck," she began softly, "I've been wanting to talk to you since last
night. Jeez, I don't know how to begin, but I just have to tell you how
sorry I am."

"It's all right," Becky shrugged. She began to undo the buttons of her
top.

"It's not all right, goddamn it!" Marjie said, her voice harsher this
time. "I mean, I said some rotten things to you last night, and that note
on the door was pretty low, too. I felt like shit all night and all day,
wanting to apologize."

She sat down on the bed across from Becky, her eyes seeking forgiveness.
"Look, Beck," she continued, "I didn't mean any of the stuff I said to you.
It was just me and I was kinda mad and then when I found out what you were
supposed to do--well, it just made me see red. Beck, I like to think of
you as a k** sister of mine. You know, I never had any sisters or
brothers, and I was kinda lonely when I was younger, you know, without
anybody to boss around or show the ropes to. But, bell, you're not me,
you're not my k** sister, you're my friend. I don't have the right to pull
any Ten Commandments on you, especially in view of a few things I've done
in my time."

"Really, Marjie," Becky protested. "You don't have to apologize to me."

"But I do," Marjie retorted. "Here my only commandment, my only Golden
Rule, has always been 'If it feels good, do it!' and as soon as you try
something that I don't think would feel good I start moralizing and
preaching to you. God, I feel like a real bitch. But if you can forgive
me, I'd be just tickled pink to keep on being your friend."

Becky smiled. The anger she bad felt against Marjie had long since
begun to dissipate, and only someone more venomous than she would hold a
grudge. "Look," she said, "it's all right. I mean, I said some mean
things to you, too. I was kinda hoping you might have a little forgiveness
for me."

Marjie's face broke into a wide grin that showed off nicely her front
teeth. Becky studied the other girl's face, and then her eyes darted
briefly across Marjie's nude form. For the first time since they had met,
she wondered if Marjie had ever made it with another girl. She wondered
what Marjie would say if she suddenly cupped those large brown-capped tits
in her hands and then kissed their tips softly. Would that be a betrayal
of her love for Audrey?

Yes, she decided reluctantly, it would be, in a sense. But on the other
hand, it might also awaken Marjie to the true, pure joy that lay waiting
for her in the realm of girl-love. Perhaps it would be the answer to
Marjie's own problems of promiscuity as it had been the solution for hers.
But not now. The time wasn't ripe.

"Did you, uh, stay at the sorority house last night?" Marjie was asking.
Becky nodded, and what seemed to be relief streaked across the other girl's
face. She'd rather be my mother than my sister, Becky thought with a grin.
Same old Marjie, trying to keep her poor shy roommate in the game, even
when her poor shy roommate was no longer poor and shy but calmly,
voluptuously beautiful, sensitive, and, most important of all, finally
enlightened about the truest joys of love.

Marjie stole a peek at Becky's wristwatch. "Oh, Gods," she moaned, "I'm
late! Got a date with this guy tonight. He's a zowie fuck, but he's
supposed to be waiting at the Cheap Thrills bar, and if I don't hurry up
and get there, he'll be laid out under a table somewhere."

She flurried about the room, hastening her face into a state that met
her approval, combing her hair with careless speed, dressing in a blur of
flying arms and legs and fits. "Gotta go, Beck," she called as she went
out the door.

"See you later, and we can talk some more."

* * * *
Becky was lying in bed reading when the door swung open and Marjie came
stomping in, about eleven-thirty that night. The short dark girl had a
look of ineffable scorn on her face as she stormed across the room and
threw herself upon her bed.

"Goddamn it to hell!" she yelled, thumping her fist against her pillow
again and again.

Becky looked at her. Marjie's eyes drifted up and met hers, then
averted themselves.

"What's wrong?" Becky asked.

"Oh, nothing," Marjie raged. "Just that sonofabitch Alan. The guy I
went out with tonight."

Becky suppressed a chuckle. "Don't tell me he was drunk by the time you
got to him."

"No," Marjie admitted, "but he didn't miss it by much. Do you know what
that bastard did? We sat there in the Cheap Thrills, in a booth way back
in the corner, and he had his prick out underneath the table, letting me
feel it. But he kept on drinking, and kept on drinking, and kept on
drinking, just like a goddamn fish, and the last time I put my fingers on
his cock, just to make sure it was still there, you know? Well, what did
he do but shoot his load all of a sudden, all over my fingers, all over the
floor, everywhere! And then, when we split, you know, to go somewhere and
do a little balling, he couldn't get it back up. He kinda grinned and said
that was what usually happened when he had too much beer, and how would I
like to try again tomorrow night?"

"Oh, Lord," Becky laughed.

"It's not funny," Marjie said. "I haven't been had in three days, and
you k-now I have to have it oftener than that. Shit, what a bummer!"

She rolled off the bed and began to strip. When she was naked, she
turned on the light at the vanity table and sat down in front of the mirror
to take off her makeup. Every time she dabbed at her face with the cold
cream she muttered "Fuck" very low, but clearly audible.

Marjie was aware of eyes upon her and she looked toward Becky's bed. It
was empty. She looked up into the mirror in front of her. Becky stood
behind her, holding her Snoopy nightshirt in one hand, her body bare and
golden-glowing.

"Was it really as bad as you think, Marj?" Becky asked.

"Was it?" Marjie snorted. "It was worse. This guy has seven inches if
he's got a centimeter, but he doesn't know when to tell the bartender he's
had enough. Oh,! heard about him before I went out with him. But I
thought sure as hell I could keep him sober enough to make sure I got
punched good. How wrong can you be, Martin?" she added wryly.

Becky wondered if the time were indeed ripe. Maybe this was the
opportunity she had been craving all evening, the chance to initiate Marjie
into the secret joys of lesbianism. Certainly her roommate was horny,
frustrated, angry. Would she be receptive? That was the question, and
there was only one way to find out. She certainly hoped the answer was
yes, because she wanted Marjie to share what she had learned in Audrey's
arms, wanted the stacked body of her roomie to discover how great loving
could be, how much more satisfying than with a guy who was all muscle and
prodding and shoving his cock halfway down a girl's throat, strangling her
on his manhood, or, even worse, sticking it in a dry channel, jacking
himself off, squirting his come, and pulling out, leaving the poor girl
writhing and craving her own release. You didn't have that problem with a
girl. You didn't have to wait for her to get her prick up, bard enough to
use, didn't have to worry about her coming and getting soft before you'd
gotten over the hump yourself. Girls could go on and on until both of them
were satisfied, and when they were finished, it was all clean, none of that
slimy juice flowing in sticky oozes out of your hole and onto the mattress
so that you had to sleep in the wet. Girls were best of all.

Becky bad convinced herself. Now she only had to convince Marjie.
Somehow it was very important to her that Marjie learn what she bad been
taught last night. She felt possessed by a sense of mission, and she knew
suddenly how the early preachers felt when they went out to spread the
gospel among the heathens, knew how they could endure without flinching the
most gruesome tortures and torments. It was because they believed
implicitly in what they were doing. And so did she. She believed as
deeply as she believed anything else in her life that this was the best way
to make love that had ever been devised, and she wanted to make Marjie know
it as well.

She put her bands lightly upon Marjie's shoulders, one on each side of
the girl's neck, and she stooped as she did so. Marjie's face came around,
a question forming on lips which immediately found themselves smacking
against Becky's. The girl's eyes went wide in shock and she tried to pull
her mouth free of her roommate's sucking kiss.

Her arms flopped in panic and she began to wobble upon the backless seat
she was perched upon. Becky held onto her like a leech, mouth wet and open
against hers, hands pressing Marjie's cheeks, forcing the prolongation of
that kiss. Marjie tried to shake herself free, her tits bouncing, but as
she struggled she found herself losing her balance and toppling backward.

Becky rolled with her, cushioning Marjie's fall against the soft
carpeted floor, refusing to break the contact of their mouths. Though she
was a few pounds lighter than the buxom Marjie, and though she had never
been especially strong, Becky found that it was no difficult matter to drag
Marjie with her across the floor to a point where both could stretch out.

Marjie was no longer resisting forcibly, and, though she did not
reciprocate the kiss she was enduring, she did not try to push her
roommate's attacking face from hers either. Her hands lay limp at her
sides, and her legs were closing over one another, as it in an attempt to
shield the dark mat of her beaver.

One of Becky's hands closed itself over Marjie's right breast, fingers
squeezing and teasing the dark knob of nipple that capped the full ripe
mound. Marjie groaned at the touch and her chest arched upward, forcing
the tit into Becky's grip. Her thighs unclasped now, and began to spread
apart little by little.

Becky decided it was time to change her approach. She took her lips
from Marjie's, slid across the girl's upper body at an oblique angle, and
sucked a nipple into her mouth. At the same time she was so lying that her
own left breast was nuzzling Marjie's closed lips, its nipple stiff, erect,
knocking to gain admittance.

"Please, Becky, what in the name of God are you trying to do?" Marjie
whispered, but as she spoke her I mouth moved around slightly and Becky's
nipple made the penetration it sought. Marjie's lips closed suddenly round
the rubbery pink nub and sucked at it as if in amazement. Her mouth
slithered open, wet, questing, and the entire point of Becky's fit oozed
home. Lips and tongue went into action and Marjie found herself aching to
reciprocate what Becky was even then doing to her own full breast.

As Becky nursed for the first time at her roommate's ample chest,
licking and loving the teat that filled her mouth so fully, she let her
fingers glide swanlike down Marjie's plumpish tummy, pinching and pulling
at the dainty folds of flesh. And then she was tangling and untangling the
hair in her friend's crotch, giggling round that sucked nipple as she felt
the mossy growth. Its appearance was that of fine wire, but its texture
was satin-soft, the tendrils of hair curling in Becky's twisting fingers
like strands of thin unwoven silk.

Becky could wait no longer. Freeing her lips reluctantly from Marjie's
nipple, she lifted herself, raised her body above the prone figure of her
roommate, and let her head descend to explore all the more closely that
delightfully soft cunt her hand had discovered. Her crotch hung above
Marjie's face, and the puzzled girl's eyes were peering upward, looking
into the depths of Becky's own pussy, so pink and pretty as it peeked out
of its golden thatch of covering.

Slowly, slowly it began to descend upon her. Marjie tried to shout her
fear as she watched the inexorable progress of Becky's cunt toward her
slightly open lips, but when the inevitable contact was made her terror
disappeared. She speared upward with her tongue, parting labia majora,
piercing labia minora, brushing the clitoris, her mouth closing over the
oval slice just as a hungry man's lips seize eagerly upon a steak sandwich.

And even as she did so, loving voraciously her first pussy-partner,
Marjie felt Becky's tongue begin to service her own depths of churning
womanhood. My God! her brain screamed as she stabbed her tongue again and
again into the soft pink meat that was pressing upon her. Was this making
Becky feel as great as Becky's tongue was making her feel right now? She
hadn't known! Hadn't known at all! She'd sucked plenty of cock, all
right, and had had her own pussy licked by a lot of guys, but now--to be
giving and taking with another girl, both at the same time! It really made
her appreciate the marvelous organ God had given her, made her thankful for
the high degree of sexuality with which she had been endowed.

There! She thrust that tongue in once for thanks, thanks for the way
Becky was servicing her right now. She thrust it in again for good
measure, to compensate for all the snide jokes she had made in her time
about dykes and lesbian butches. And she thrust home again, again, again,
thinking as she did how much she had missed because her date wasn't able to
help her tonight. Ummm! Becky's cunt was growing moist and tasty as
Marjie's tongue loved it repeatedly. Where did all the guys get the idea a
pussy smelled like dead fish? Pussies smelled just fine, like fragrant
honeysuckle blossoms in a spring breeze. Becky's did, at least, and Marjie
was confident that hers was just as juicy.

Becky was even then sucking and kissing every bit of Marjie's vaginal
area, roiling the dark girl's oversized clitoris on her tongue, wetting it
with her spit, sucking the lubricating juices that Marjie was emitting.
And as she sucked she put her hands on each side of Marjie's loveslot,
inserting both thumbs in the spacious gap. Marjie winced at the initial
penetration, but arched her hips upward to help impale those thumbs in her
soaking hole. Becky's other fingers were lolling with a gentle ticklish
motion on the supersensitive insides of her roommate's thighs, sending
shivers and tremors of tingling delight throughout Marjie's body.

She was coming! Marjie couldn't stop herself. Her pussy juices were
flowing, her ovaries singing their own song of joy, her legs thrashing up
and down on the floor. Unparalleled thrills swept her over and over as
Becky continued to suck and finger the other girl's jubilant pussy. For a
moment Marjie forgot that Becky's own cunt was even then on her mouth, its
open labia imploring her to bring it as well to its fruition. But as her
body reached its peak of orgasm, and feeling began to return to her numbed
lips, Marjie saw and felt and tasted the still unsatisfied twat above her,
and she remembered her duty. Her tongue flipped out once more, strong and
stiff as a piercing cock, grateful in its execution of a duty that bore no
burden with it, and she stabbed hard, hard, hard into Becky's pressing
cunt.

Marjie's tongue was extended as far as it could go without being torn
from her mouth, and she was buried in Becky's slick tender channel. As she
flicked with her linguam, she fastened her mouth round the whole of Becky's
vagina, her teeth brushing softly the sensitive labia. Becky's cunt
passage began to throb and tighten round Marjie's questing tongue, and the
sweetest syrup ever started to coat her tongue in honeyed stickiness.
Becky thrust hard, down against Marjie's face, till the girl beneath knew
she must soon suffocate, but the aroma of the strangling pillow was so
sweet and lovely that she would have welcomed a death in such
circumstances.

At last the girls rolled apart, lay side by side on the floor, heads
reversed, hands clasped.

Marjie was the first to speak. "Jeez, Beck," she gushed, "I don't know
what that was all about, but I must admit--I kinda liked it."

Becky laughed, laughed like a tinkling silver bell. "You were so horny
when you came in I just had to do something to help you out," she
explained.

Weakly, reluctantly, Marjie got to her feet. She lay down upon her bed.
Becky followed, started to lie down beside her. Marjie raised a hand in
protest.

"No, not again," she said. "I don't think I could stand another one.
Gods, Beck, where did you pick that up, anyway? Would you believe that
never in my almost-nineteen years of living have I ever tried anything with
a girl--until tonight?"

"See what you've been missing," Becky simpered. "But who am I to cast
stones. I only learned about it last night myself." She walked over to her
own bed, lay down upon it, and kicked her legs high into the air over her
head. "Isn't life wonderful!"

There was no reply. She looked quizzically at Marjie's bed. The other
girl was asleep, or seemed to be. My, Becky thought That was fast.
Tiptoeing to her side, she placed her fingers upon a bare brown teat,
studying the girl's face as she fondled it. No trace of recognition. No
telltale eye flashing. No suspicious speeding-up of breath rate. She must
really be out. Sighing, Becky returned to her bed and lay masturbating
skillfully, fingers burrowing and cit-pinching, until weariness overtook
her and she too drifted into the land of dreams.

* * * *
Becky was alone next manning when she awoke. She arose leisurely,
dressed leisurely, and had breakfast in the dorm cafeteria. She had no
classes today until noon, and so she returned to the room after her meal to
prepare for a political science lecture later in the day.

Marjie came in about ten-thirty, her eyes nervous as a trapped rabbit's.
She winced at Becky's cheerful greeting and made her way to the window.
She stood leaning against the sill, watching from the side of her face as
Becky sat, book in hand, at her desk.

"Becky," she began in a voice that quavered a little, "I want you to
know that I like you a hell of a lot. You've been a good k** all the time
we've been rooming together here, but--"

"What's wrong?" Becky teased. "You sound as if you've just been told
you only have a week to live. Or even worse, as if you've just been told I
only have a week to live and you don't know how to break the news to me."

Marjie grinned with half her mouth. "It's something like that," she
said uncomfortably. "Oh, shit!" she blurted. "It's about last night. I
dreamed about it all the time after I went to sleep, and I woke up about
six this morning and found out I couldn't drop off again. So I got up,
went out, and did a lot of thinking."

Becky looked with puzzled expression at her obviously nervous roommate,
wondering what the girl was trying to get around to saying.

"Is something the matter?" she asked concernedly. "I thought you
enjoyed it, anyway. Besides, I only did it because I wanted to make you
feel better."

"That's just it," Marjie explained. "You made me feel a hell of a lot
better. Too much better, in fact! Beck, what we did last night put our
relationship on a basis I'm afraid to continue. I liked it so much,
there's nothing I'd rather do than share a cunt-eating with you again.
Right now! But I can't. That is, I won't.

"Beck, you could turn me into a lesbian without a bit of trouble, but
that's not what I want. I like guys, I like to fuck guys, and I want to
keep on liking it. So. I talked to Jerry--remember, we went to a party at
his place early in the fall? Anyway, he's been after me for a while and
today I told him, yes, I would move in with him, live with him, you know,
provided he didn't try to put his brand on me. I've been at the University
Housing Office making the arrangements. Beck, I'm moving into Jerry's
place today."

"You're leaving?" Becky asked in a small, hushed voice.

Marjie nodded. "I hate to, but I just don't trust myself with you. Not
after last night."

Becky jumped to her feet. She started toward Marjie, but the other girl
began to move away as Becky approached. The lovely blonde freshman stopped
short, her hands extended, pleading.

"It's all right," she said, her eyes misting. "You can stay. Really
you can. I won't do anything to you. Honest, Marjie. I was only trying
to be nice to you last night, anyway. I already have a lover of my very
own."

Marjie's eyebrows lifted at this information. So Becky had turned dyke
with a vengeance? She always did go whole-hog about anything that appealed
to her. The short dark girl shook her head.

"That's not good enough. Besides, it's not you I'm worried about. It's
me. Becky, I have to go. Don't try to talk me out of it any longer,
because it won't do any good. Jerry and I will come over this afternoon
and pack up my stuff." She started to move past Becky, for the door. The
blonde girl caught her hand.

"Aren't you at least going to kiss me good-bye?" she asked, eyes
starting to brim over with the tears she could not restrain. Marjie looked
at her, weakening, then impulsively shoved her mouth against Becky's. They
kissed, Becky's hands wrapping lightly round Marjie's back, and almost
automatically they moved, inch by inch, toward the nearer of the two beds.
Just as they were collapsing onto its soft mat, Marjie broke loose, looked
deep into Becky's luminous blue eyes, and said softly, "Oh, God damn you,
Becky Ryan!" and then her mouth clamped home once more and the girls sank
into the pliancy of the bed.