Becky stared, not quite able to believe her eyes. The pendant was the double axe, the ring was two of the alchemists symbols for Venus, entwined through the circles. “These are me,” Christie said softly.
A chill went down her spine as Becky looked up into Christie’s blue, blue eyes, at her golden hair, at her peach-perfect skin and saw the unthinkable suddenly, almost, become attainable.
“Do you know what they mean?” Christie’s eyes were wide and anxious.
“Yes…” Becky could only stare at her.
“Oh…” Christie blushed to her hairline. “I’m sorry, you’re not into it, I guess… I…”
Becky stopped her by reaching up and cupping her face. “It’s okay. I didn’t realise, that’s all. It’s really okay…” Then in one, gracefull move, Becky stood up and kissed Christie.
It started out gentle, hesitant, and then abruptly turned into mouth-grinding passion. It seemed to last forever as they explored with lips and tongues not only each other’s mouths but their faces, throats, ears. Becky had never done anything so wonderful and her excitement was tinged with a little fear, just enough to heighten her arousal past anything she’d ever experienced.
I often say to my friends that you can tell when a girl is truly sexy when you see her soaking wet, just coming out of the pool, a shower, or at the beach. There is no way to hide when you hair isn’t all made up, your makeup has mostly washed off, and you are wearing nothing or next to nothing. There are no secrets with a wet teen girl.
