Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2005 16:32:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Lisa Summers <uarkfan2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Free Birds, Part 1 (f/f, mast, romance)

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Free Birds - Chapter 1

These are the continuing adventures of Rachel Jones and Kira Sterling,
students at Pacific Western Christian University in Fresno, California. I
hope you'll have read "Ugly Duckling," which explains how they met, and
tells a little about where they came from, emotionally.

Shortly after the "Santa's Helper" beauty contest in the "Madhouse" Madison
Hall dorm at PWCU, ("beauty contest" might be a bit of an exaggeration,
seeing as a turtle was one of the winners), Kira and I were in the midst of
studying for our respective finals. But I think that our thoughts also lay
with what would happen during Christmas Break, the period of 3 weeks
between the end of the Fall semester, and the beginning of the Spring
semester. Of course, finals were of immense importance to me, as I was on a
full academic scholarship, and if my GPA (grade point average) slipped
below 3.5, I could lose my scholarship, and any chance of staying in
college. It was only my first semester in college, so I wasn't completely
sure about how tough finals would be, and I didn't want to take any
chances.

Kira's story was a little different. She was on a partial scholarship as a
member of the Cheer squad, or as everyone else knows them, the
Cheerleaders. Plus, her family had a lot of money, apparently, so that even
if she lost her scholly, she'd still be covered. Still, it was a matter of
pride for her, so she ended up doing very well at her Theology studies. I
was starting out as an Econ major.

Kira's home, and family, were located relatively close to the university,
about 230 miles away and still in California, in Los Angeles. My "family,"
that is, my nasty, insane mother, was located in Indiana, and I was in no
hurry to return there. I had had no communication with that bitch since I
left, and it was only now, 5 months after leaving home, and with Kira's
help, that I was learning a vocabulary that could express the damage my
mother had tried, and partially succeeded, in doing to me.

Kira looked up from her computer screen (she was reviewing a CD on some
kind of Greek studies, I think), brushed away a stray wisp of blonde hair
from over her clear blue eyes, and looked at me thoughtfully, her cute nose
wrinkling. "So, have you decided if you'll take me up on my invitation
yet?"

"Umm, I WAS trying to put it off until I got through with this Econ final,"
I said, "but, darn it, you know what? I'd LOVE to go with you to meet your
parents!"

"Now, you understand that we have to go as roommates, not lovers, right
darling? I KNOW my parents will love you, but they ARE very conservative,
and I need to work them up to one, MY being a lesbian and, two, my having a
lover as beautiful as you. Not that there's anything wrong with that. And
they'll probably throw me out, and use you as their oldest daughter
instead. Sort of trading up, y'know?" She grinned at me, showing all her
pearly whites, and got up and walked over behind me where I was perched in
my study chair, my knees bent and feet up on the seat edge. Kira put her
hands on my shoulders, her strong fingers gently kneading the skin and
muscles there through the jersey fabric of the PWCU sweatshirt I was
wearing, in addition to my panties and white gym socks.

"Mmm," I said. "Are you seducing me into not being mad?" I looked back and
up to see her smiling down on me. She leaned down and gave me a brief, but
warm kiss. I felt a grateful shudder run through my body. Not a sex thing,
just happiness.

"I'm just kidding, I understand why you have to do it, I'd probably do the
same thing, if I had a parent worth taking someone to meet," I said.

I furrowed my brow at the memory of the pain my mother had caused me "The
important thing is that we can be together. Besides, I'm sure there'll be
plenty of opportunities for me to lick your pussy, or kiss your sweet pink
nipples, or stroke your tight ass hole .... like when your father or mother
turn their backs on us for longer than one second." Kira's hand slid down
to my breasts, and she began kneading them through the slack fabric of my
over sized institutional gray sweatshirt, instead of my shoulders. My
nipples were poking through the fabric, begging for attention themselves.

"Don't forget my twin sister," Kira said absently. "I kind of think you'll
really like her."

"Yeah, you haven't talked about her a lot. Tell me about Emily," I said.

"Well, Em and I have had a very involved relationship. As my fraternal
twin, she and I have been very close, but she's also competed with me in
almost everything possible. I'm the older sister, but only by about 5
minutes. Whether in grades, or sports or even competing for Mom and Dad's
affection, we were always trying to one up each other. One time, Emily
actually broke her ankle trying to beat me in a 100 meter sprint, the
klutz. I had to wait on her for weeks, but I won the race." Kira sounded
kind of proud of winning the race. Sisters, LOL. "Em's going to USC, and
you'll get to meet her when we go to my parents'."

"Well, you're sister SOUNDS very nice, and if she's anything like you, I'm
going to LOVE her," I gushed.

"Oh, she's a lot like me," Kira responded, off-handedly. I went back to my
studies, and Kira went back to hers. As it turned out, our finals seemed to
go pretty well, and Kira and I both pronounced ourselves happy with the
results of our work, and hopeful that we'd score straight As for the
semester, my first, and Kira's third.

At any rate, we got our stuff together for a 3 week break, which in my case
was about two week's worth of clothes that I could launder as needed, the
stuff for my newly adopted penchant for hair care, and a big old bag for
`personal accessorization,' or just plain old makeup, something that Kira
had introduced me to, and which had done my self confidence a world of
good. Looking back on it now, I laugh, but I had like 3 different kinds of
shampoos and 2 different conditioners, and countless shades of eye liners,
mascara and all the rest of that crap.  Don't get me wrong, makeup's great,
but I've finally learned what really makes a person beautiful. But after
years of thinking I was ugly, I think swinging in the other direction for a
while was okay, don't you?

Ever since the contest that had provoked Kira to make me dress myself like
a real girl, and fix my hair, and wear a little makeup, I had just felt
good about me, whether I actually looked better or not. But the numbers of
guys, and girls, flirting with me now gave me the idea that everyone else
could see a positive change in me, too. I would be forever grateful to Kira
for that, no matter what else would ever happen between us.

Kira's father arranged a rental car for us, since Kira didn't have a car
and was too young to rent one on her own. It turned out to be a pretty blue
Dodge something or other, and we headed out onto Rte 180 to the 5, and
south to 41, where we went west until we got to Hwy 1. "There's lots faster
ways to get to LA from here," Kira said, "but I really wanted you to see
the views of the Pacific. There's nothing like it!".

"I really haven't had much of a chance to see the different landscapes here
in California," I said.  "In Indiana, it's pretty much flat, with just a
few areas of rolling hills."

"Oh Rachel, California has THE most beautiful desert scenery I've seen
almost anywhere. And the Sierra Nevadas, especially when they're snow
covered, are magnificent. But since we're traveling along the coast some,
you'll get to see the MOST spectacular views, along the Pacific Coast
Highway." We drove along for several hours, and Kira was right, the views
of the Pacific, the azure waves crashing on the rocks below, were mind
boggling to a girl who'd never seen much more water than the community
lake.

"Kira, that's SO romantic," I said. "Do you think we could ever stay at one
of these bed and breakfast places? They're so charming," my eye was on a
Victorian gingerbread-style house set near a cliff edge, called "Pacific
Vista Bed and Breakfast."

"Yeah, they really are pretty," she said, peering over the steering
wheel. The time passed pleasantly, but eventually my stomach started
rumbling.

"Kira, how about we pull over at one of these little cafes along the way?
I'm getting really hungry," I said. "Alrighty," she said, and we pulled
into a nice looking little place with the sign, "Greenville Restaurant." We
got out, and, stretching our legs along the way, walked up to the
entrance. Entering, we noticed that it was fairly empty, not too surprising
since it was between lunch and dinner, about 2:30.

"Hi," said the perky hostess, a black-haired cutie of about 25 or so. "Are
you here for lunch, or would you just like a little tea and pie?" We said
we'd like lunch, and she showed us to our table.  We sat down, and she
introduced herself as "Victoria," the owner, hostess and waitress. She
brought us some water, then, after we'd had a chance to look over the menu,
we ordered, salads for us both.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I went in to the unisex bathroom,
which was nicely decorated, and definitely with a feminine touch. It was
intended to be a `one at a time' restroom, as there was no partition around
the toilet, and only the one toilet and hand sink. I cleaned off the seat
with some toilet paper, though it already appeared to be spotless, then
pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles (like the good little girl I
was, was taught to do), and settled myself on the faux wood toilet seat. I
let loose a loud stream of pee that hit with a hissing sound as it
encountered the water of the bowl, and stared absently at the vaguely Roman
or Grecian woodlands mural that some artist had painted directly onto the
bathroom walls. To my shock, the door opened, and a woman of about 35 or so
entered, directly in front of me, no more than 5 feet away.

"Oh, sorry," she said, pausing. She looked at me as if deciding something,
then finally I felt compelled to say, "Umm, I'm in here.'

"Of course, sorry," the woman said again, making no immediate move to
leave. Rudely, her eyes touched, first, on my crotch, lingering there, my
curly brown hairs fully visible to her, then traveled slowly down my
thighs, and calves, to my panties, as they rested on top of my shoes.
Finally, interminably, she moved to exit, and closed the door behind her. I
hurried to finish, wash up and get back to our table, to tell Kira. To my
shock and horror, when I exited the bathroom, I saw that the woman was
engaged in conversation with Kira.

"Oh, Rachel, this is Marina. She was just telling me of her unfortunate
mistake in barging in on you. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I said. "I guess there's no way to know if someone's in
there. Unless you knock or something." I suppose I was too subtle, because
Marina began talking to us as though we were old friends.

"Do you all mind if I sit with you while I eat? I really don't like to be
alone, and you both seem quite nice, as well as quite attractive, if you
don't mind my being so forward." My hackles were up with this woman,
perhaps because of the rude way she'd first `introduced' herself, or her
cavalier manner here, or perhaps just because Kira seemed to like her. In
any case, we did agree to allow her to sit with us, not wishing to be
impolite, and Marina offered to buy us our lunch, which mollified me a
little.

Our orders came, Kira and I having a Salad Nicoise each, and Marina ordered
an Asparagus Quiche, and iced teas all around. The food was excellent, and
Marina turned out to be a very entertaining conversationalist, and had led
quite an interesting life. She told us that she had been born the daughter
of a U.S. diplomat, and that she herself had gone to work at the State
Department after graduating from Smith College, one of the "Seven Sisters."
Her stories of actually participating in CIA activities in Mid-Eastern
countries were eye opening, to say the least.

I found my eyes fixating on her abundant cleavage, quite obvious given her
low cut blouse.  Marina seemed to take every opportunity to let us see down
inside her blouse, and I'm not sure if I actually could see her nipples or
not, as her boobs seemed ready to pop out of her top, but it was `touch and
go,' so to speak, for a while there.

Eventually, though, we felt that we had to be moving along, so Kira and I
thanked Marina, and bade her goodbye. As we were getting ourselves together
in the car, Marina leaned in on Kira's side, and we both REALLY got an
eyeful of her `twins,' as Marina invited us to her place in San Jose. We
thanked her again, and assured her that we'd look her up when we were in
the area next. We both stared at her as she walked back to her car, her ass
seeming to issue a lewd invitation with each swing of her hips.

"Well, come on down and visit with me, you two," Kira breathed to me, like
a horny Madonna (the singer, not the icon), after Marina had driven off. We
both cracked up into a giggle fit.

"Do you know, that she was DELIBERATELY staring at my crotch when I was
peeing? I bet she could see my pussy and everything! I was all set to tell
you about how brazen she was, and then there she was talking to you when I
get out!" I whined.

"Well, not to defend her, hon, but you DO have a lovely pussy," Kira said,
with a leer. "And I'm amazed that more women don't demand to see your
pussy, like during class and stuff."

"Um, thanks," I said. "But there's a difference, YOU staring at it, and
some stranger doing it."

Kira then put her hand on my shoulder and said, "So, did you feel tempted
to go with her, babe?"

I took her hand on my shoulder as an invitation, so I slid over from the
passenger side, next to her as she sat on the driver's side, and placed my
hand on her inner right thigh, and breathed into her ear, nibbling her
delicious lobe, and said, "What do YOU think, honey?" Kira pulled her head
back, to bring her mouth close to mind and, breathing quickly said, "I
think that you're a little bit excited," her own hand sliding up my thigh,
and over the tight vee of the cotton of my jeans. "I think that's what this
little wet spot means, anyway."

"And if I am a little wet?" I asked archly.

"Then I'll have to do something about it, as your lover and all. It's my
responsibility to keep you satisfied, after all," Kira said, her hand
slipping under the waistband of my jeans, and slipping down into in the
heat and slickness along my pussy lips. I squealed and lay back on the car
seat, pushing my hips forward.

"Slut!" Kira mock admonished me, her finger nonetheless dipping into my
satiny pool.  Pleasurable feelings rose over me, centering on my wet pussy,
as Kira gently circled my labia, and my sensitive clit with her small, but
strong, fingers. My hips were moving independent of me as they rotated in
response to her ministrations. To my great chagrin, when Kira had me at a
fever pitch, she slowly withdrew her wet finger, and dabbed me on the nose
with it, leaving a drop of my feminine cream there, then another on my
upper lip, then she popped her wet finger into her own mouth, causing me to
groan in frustration.

"That's for later, darling," she said, grinning at me. I pouted back at
her.

"I'm not sure if I'm going to let you touch me there ever again, if you're
going to be like that," I said.

"Not even let me lick that wet little pussy, maybe nibble your hard little
clit?" She asked coyly, causing me to moan again, and flounce back against
the seat in frustration.

"That was pee, not cum," I said, peeved, determined to get her goat.

"No wonder it tasted so good," she said, surprising me, a lot. I was
speechless at that point.

Finally I said, lamely, "Well, at least drive faster now." Kira smiled.

Further along, after I had mentally forgiven Kira for being smarter than
me, I asked her what her life had been like, growing up. Kira had heard
enough of my childhood, and the emotional torments my mother had put me
through after my father died, and goodness knows Kira had wiped up enough
of my tears over the matter.

"Well, it was pretty happy, really," Kira began. "I can't remember any time
that was emotionally painful. My parents were strict, but not nutty about
it. And growing up with Emily was kind of nice, having a sister who was a
lot like a friend, and who I could be close with. We learned a lot
together."

"Oh, like what?" I asked.

"Oh, just regular stuff. You know, stuff," Kira said, vaguely. Well, I
didn't really know but I guessed she'd tell me eventually if she wanted me
to know.

"And what were YOU like as a little girl? Were you athletic, like you are
now?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, I used to play in games with the boys, most of us did in my
neighborhood. I had my share of bruises and cuts, just like all kids. You
did too, right?"

I shuddered, thinking about where MY bruises and cuts, the ones that
showed, came from, and who had caused them.

Kira glanced at me, and on seeing tears welling up yet again in my eyes,
said, hurriedly, "Oh honey, I'm so sorry, that was thoughtless of me!"

"No, that's just weepy me, Kira, it's not your fault. So, what were the big
events in your life?" I said, trying to change the subject.

"Besides you?" she said. "Well, if you lived in California when I was 10,
you might have seen my picture on TV."

"Really?" I said excitedly. "Did you win a big contest, or get picked as
the most beautiful or smartest girl in the whole world?"

"No, nothing like that," she said, quietly. "I got kidnapped."

"Oh, God, no!" I exclaimed. "That's AWFUL! What happened?"

"You remember that little girl in Utah who was kidnapped, and held by that
loon who was going to make her his wife #2 a year ago or so?" Kira asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, it was kind of like that. I had gotten my picture in the paper for
winning the `Miss Young Shoppers World of Southern California' contest that
year. Some guy happened to see it, and built this whole fantasy world about
he and I, and was able to snatch me on the way home from school."

"God, that's terrible," I said.

"Fortunately, someone saw him do it, and called the police. He didn't have
me more than 2 or 3 hours, we didn't even leave his car before a police car
ran him off the road and rescued me. Of course, I was eternally grateful to
them, and I promised that if I ever have children, I'll be super careful
that something like that never happens to them," Kira said.

"What happened to the guy?" I asked.

"He got 20 years in the state pen, and so far as I know, he's still there,"
she said.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, with concern.

"Yeah, I think so, but thanks for asking. My parents got me counseling so
that I wouldn't get too screwed up. I think my mother and father freaked
out worse than I did," Kira said. I sat closer to her, partially to
instinctively protect her, partially to reassure myself, and partially
because Kira always smells good, LOL. We drove on in silence for a little
while, listening to the radio, when Kira, looking in the rearview mirror,
suddenly said, "Huh," and began turning the wheel to the right, changing
from the fast lane to the slow lane, to the breakdown lane, where she
slowed to a stop.

I looked around, and there was a C.H.P. cruiser, that's California Highway
Patrol, behind us with its lights flashing. I moved away from Kira, and sat
back over on the passenger side. After about a minute or so, the trooper
walked over to Kira's side of the car, where Kira had already pulled down
the window.

"Hi officer," Kira said brightly. "What did I do wrong?"

"Morning ma'am ..... and ma'am," the trooper said in a feminine voice,
peering in at both of us.  It startled me, as I always picture state
troopers as being guys. "Noticed you were going a little bit over the speed
limit, and thought you might not be paying full attention to the road. Um,
you all were kind of engrossed in a ...... close ...... conversation. You
haven't really done anything wrong, but I wanted to bring it to your
attention. Glad I did." The trooper leaned down so we could both see her
face fully, and she took off her kick-ass trooper sunglasses, revealing
cornflower blue eyes to go with her long, pony tailed raven black hair. She
smiled at us, and we both smiled back, relieved that it didn't look like
she was going to be a hard ass, and because she was very pretty, about 25
or so.

"So, are you two students?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," Kira said, "we go to Pacific Western Christian University, in
Fresno. We're going home to spend Christmas break with my family. I'm Kira
Sterling, and this's Rachel Jones"

"Yeah, my ex's younger sister goes there. Nice place, good kids. But, let
me see your license and registration, just to make sure, okay? Oh, and you
don't have to call me ma'am, `Rhiain' will do." The ID plate on her breast
said, `Trooper R. Bowen.'

"Yes ma'am, um, Rhiain," Kira said, handing her the car rental papers and
her driver's license.  Their hands momentarily touched in the transfer, and
the trooper's seemed to linger against Kira's. Rhiain perused Kira's
license, and said, "Not many people take a good driver's license
photo. Yours looks great." She handed the papers back, and said quietly,
"You'll want to be careful about showing affection too openly though,
there's some real conservative nuts on the road around here."

We both looked at her blankly, not sure what she meant, and she continued,
"This area can be real unfriendly to, well, `women traveling together',
unfortunately. There was a shooting at a car with a female couple in it a
few weeks ago, fortunately no one was hurt, but you want to be careful. And
girls as pretty as you both, I'd hate to see any problems like that. Even
I'm afraid to openly show too much affection to my girlfriend, and I'm
armed with a 9 MM. Y'all take care, drive carefully, and have a great
vacation!" She started walking back to her car. About a quarter of the way
there, she turned and came back to Kira's side of the car.

"Say, y'all wouldn't be heading down to San Diego during your vacation,
would you?" Rhiain asked. "If you do, there's a real nice inn down in
Mission Bay where you can meet people of a like mind, the Sonesta Inn,
right on the Bay itself. You'd be surprised how many girls your age show up
there. I'll be down there myself for a couple of weeks in another couple of
days. Maybe I'll see you there?" Her voice kind of rose an octave or two at
the end, as though she were asking a question, without really asking a
question.

"Yeah, maybe so. Sonesta Inn, huh?" Kira said. "Thanks."

"No problem. See ya," Rhiain said as she wheeled and returned to her patrol
car.

Kira and I got ready to get going again, and Kira started the car and
prepared to pull out back onto the blacktop.

"That's really scary," I said. "People shooting at other people, just
because of how they live, and who they love!"

"That's not a new thing, Rachel," Kira said. "Oh, it's new to you, because
you've never been with other girls, but there's still a lot of prejudice
out there. Most people are `live and let live,' but there's still a lunatic
fringe. Even here in California. ESPECIALLY here in California."

"Hey, do you think she was coming on to us, too?" I said. "Like Marina?"

"Yeah, I sure do," Kira said. "She was rubbing her fingers against mine,
and maybe part of that shooting story was to get us talking to her a little
more. She was eyeing you pretty good," Kira said.

"Yeah, but she was feeling YOU up," I said, laughing.

"And I'm pretty sure that was an invitation to San Diego, don't you?" Kira
said.

"What do you think?" I said, obliquely.

"About Rhiain, you mean?" Kira asked.

"Uh huh," I said.

"I think she was pretty hot, to tell the truth," Kira said. "Did you think
so?"

"Oh yeah," I said. "I think I'm wet again, see?" I said, spreading my legs
for Kira really fast, then closing them again. She laughed.

"Would you like it if we took a little side trip from the vacation, to San
Diego? It's pretty nice there this time of year, and we could get some
beach time in....." Kira said.

"Could we?" I exclaimed. "I've never been to the ocean beach, I'd LOVE to
go!!"

"Okay, let's see what we can do. Mission Bay itself isn't exactly the
ocean, but it's really close to the Pacific anyway. And you could have some
fun." I felt a tingle right smack in the center of my clit at this turn of
events. It sounded like it would be exciting, in a lot of ways. And the
prospect of seeing Rhiain under other circumstances seemed VERY exciting.

We continued on and finally got to Kira's family's house later that
afternoon. Mr. And Mrs.  Sterling, `Jim and Jen,' as they called
themselves, were really sweet, and got us settled in, in no time, then
treating us to a wonderful meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes and spinach,
followed by home made apple pie. We `bunked' as Jim put it, in Emily and
Kira's room, which pretty much bordered on palatial, like something the
doges of Venice would have camped out in, I think.

Absolutely beautiful furnishings, and the two gigantic queen size beds
hardly made a dent at all in the square footage. Jim offered me my own
guest room, which shared a large bathroom with the girls' bedroom, but Jen
hushed him, saying "The girl can decide tomorrow if she'd be more
comfortable away from her best friend, Jim! Honestly, men! And Em can sleep
in the adjoining bedroom herself when she gets in later tonight." Kira and
I both giggled at that, and didn't say anything.

After making chit chat with Kira's parents, who seemed as though they were
absolutely wonderful, the journey hit both Kira and I, and we asked if we
could be excused. Jen told us that the two of them had a prior commitment
tomorrow, and that they probably wouldn't be around when we woke up, but
`Kira knows where everything is,' as Jen put it. Saying our goodnights,
Kira closed the door behind us, and fell into my arms.

"Well, that's my parents!" Kira said.

"I think they're great. I think YOU'RE great," I said quietly. Kira kissed
me, simply, our lips pressing together gently, and we began stripping each
other, tossing off various jeans, sweatshirts, bras and socks, until we
were hand-in-hand, clad only in our little cotton panties. Kira's, of
course, had little Scottie dogs on them. We climbed into the humongous bed
that I took to be Kira's usual, and I said, "Kira, this bed is bigger than
our dorm room!"

Kira giggled sleepily, and said, "See how much restraint I show in letting
you use half the dorm room?" We settled into slow, lazy, warm kisses, our
hands softlycaressing each other's breasts, until I laid Kira on her back,
and pulled the sheet down, exposing her sweet bosom, bringing my mouth to
her left nipple, perkily erect and pink. I suckled on her, savoring her
smell, and taste, and the feel of her hard little nubbin between my soft
lips, until I heard a soft snore from my lover.

I pulled away from her feminine warmth and roundness, and smiled, looking
down on my love, as I imagined a good, loving mother would look down on her
beloved daughter. I snuggled myself inside the crook of her slim arm, and
pulled up the sheet over us both, falling fast asleep in the
process. Tomorrow, as someone once said, is another day.

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