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This story is another from the archives, and is not written by me.
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L.A. Beat - part 2

"I can't believe that jerk!" Brenda really needed some cooling
off when she steered the car on the fast lane and accelerated.
They felt the highway underneath and its sensitive vibrations
when the car slided smoothly forward like a puck on the ice.

"Well, we definitely taught him a little lesson", Kelly laughed
and slapped a high five with Andrea, who had laughed almost all
the way from the beach. "I don't think that he will tell anyone
what happened. Andrea, did you see his face when Brenda pulled
his pants down?" Andrea gasped some breath and shook her head
before answering. "No, you were sitting on his chest, but soon
after that, yes!"

"Hey, wait a minute", said Brenda. "Who's got the tape?"

"I have it right here with his pants", Andrea answered
cheerfully from the back seat. One could have never believed
that this little brat was the same person who had, a couple of
hours earlier, grieved over the failure of her work. "What are
we going to do with it?"

"We'd better destroy it completely", Brenda said and overtook a
truck that crawled forward. "I'm not going to stay awake every
night, worried if someone will find it tomorrow."

"Come on, Brenda", said Kelly, "don't be such a party-pooper. I
could very well keep it. My mom never touches my things. I mean,
girls, shouldn't we at least watch this tape once?" Kelly turned
again to Andrea and they both burst giggling. Brenda wasn't as
amused.

"The state of your privacy could soon change, when David becomes
your brother", Brenda reminded the others.

"Tell me more about it and I'll puke", said Kelly, causing
Andrea fall laughing down to the back seat with sudden
deceleration. "That dweeb got to see my tits and pussy a bit too
close. I don't want to think about him ever again." Kelly kept a
little pause, the continued. "And guess what I'm really mad
about? I had just began thinking that he might be a decent human
being, after all."

Brenda slowed down and steered the car into the turnpike. The
sun was still well above the horizon, and there was surprisingly
little traffic. "Are you going to tell Donna about this?" Andrea
asked. "After all, she is David's girl."

"I don't think that she'd be too happy to hear this", answered
Kelly. "Did she tell you that while her parents were gone a
while ago, she invited David to their house and David had asked
her to sleep with him?"

"Sounds like our boy has reached his poberty", Andrea snapped,
casually searching through David's clothes. "And I'm not the
only virgin around here. At least I'm not even close to be the
most inexperienced one. I still got my maidenhead, but that
doesn't mean anything to me. At least not much anymore. Thank
you, Kelly, for what you did to me. It was so close. It could
have turned out so much differently."

Kelly appreciated Andrea's thanking her, but reminded her that
her magical fingers started the whole thing. "But we're not
going to do this again", Brenda said and the others agreed.
Their life was too complicated and difficult without a
relationship like that. Happening only once, indicents like this
could be a paradise, but prolonging them would gradually make
them hellish.

"We've been friends for so long and gone through so much
together", Kelly said. "In a way, I'm happy that this happened.
We can talk so much more freely now." Andrea nodded and turned
her attention from David's clothes, having checked them inside
out. She asked how much Kelly and Brenda talked about their sex
life to each other. After all, they were the best friends.
Brenda stopped at the red light and told Andrea that it really
didn't happen too often. Kelly agreed with that.

"How often do you do it to yourselves?" Andrea snapped quickly,
turning both heads back. A honk from the car behind them made
Brenda turn her face back to traffic, where the lights were
green again. "Come on, we've had more intimate moments than
this. I confess that I do it often. Not on a daily basis, but
often. In fact I know now what I'm going to write the editorial
about. Masturbation... the beauty of."

"You're going to write the editorial about WHAT?" Kelly asked
with an extreme expression on her face. Andrea looked at her as
if she didn't understand what the fuss was all about.
"Masturbation. I wonder why I never got that before. It is a
really big thing in our lives. Brandon, Steve, Dylan... they all
do it. Everyone does it. I must write about it, try to wake some
conversation. The boys can talk about in their locker rooms.
Time has come to rise to next level."

"I guess you're right", said Kelly and took one little breath
before continuing. "I do it three or four times a week. When I'm
in the mood." Brenda succeeded in turning to the right lane. "I
remember when I first discovered it", Kelly continued. "I was
thirteen. My mom was drunk as usual, fallen asleep downstairs. I
took a bath and dreamed of the boys in the high school football
team. Then... well, it just happened."

Andrea and Kelly giggled again. After a short silence, while
Brenda slowed down to avoid hitting some skateboarding kids,
Andrea dared her tell her story. "Come on, Brenda, we've already
told about us. And if I can tell anything about the show you
gave me when I was doing Kelly, you're no beginner in it. It
looked really delicious."

"All right then, if you really want to know. I was thirteen, and
it was winter in Minnesota. I was all alone, and I was supposed
to be doing my homework. Well, Mom had that book in her library,
and I used to read it when no-one was home." Brenda's voice was
exciting, as if she was telling the others some secret. And in a
way, she was. "Was it one of Henry Miller's books? I sure have
read them all", Andrea asked.

"Nooo.. it was... no, I can't tell you. It's too embarassing",
Brenda said. Kelly punched her softly on her arm, urging her to
tell. It was one of those moments in a girl squad, when the
tension was thick enough to be carved with a knife and yet it
felt so nice. "OK then, but promise me you don't laugh or think
that I'm some sort of a maniac or anything", she said. Kelly and
Andrea promised not to do so.

"It was Wild Boys by William Burroughs", she confessed quickly.
The other girls broke their promise and exploded laughing.
Andrea had read the book, of course, and Kelly, even with not
having read the book, was amused by the title. "Calm down now,
you promised me", Brenda yelled in a slightly angry voice as she
turned the car to the street they lived in.

"The title tells it all", Andrea said, calming her laughter
down. "It's all right, Brenda, I also read the book twice and
enjoyed the scenes with all those guys doing it to each other.
Sorry about our laughing. We don't think anything about you."

"Why is it that boys, and I mean all them, not only David, like
to watch women doing it to each other", Kelly asked. Brenda and
Andrea took a little timeout to answer. Brenda told how she had
a few years ago found a copy of Penthouse in Brandon's room,
which made other girls gasp their breath. Brandon had read
Penthouse? "I guess he didn't do it for the articles", Brenda
added.

"I once leafed through a copy", Kelly said. "I think that men
are sick. Or why aren't there magazines for us women, showing
gorgeous hunks doing it together? Because we don't want them. We
are sane", she told the others. Andrea shook her head and said
that men like visual stimulation, women prefer reading books.
And men like lesbian scenes, because if there are men in the
picture, there is competition.

The car pulled over to the yard, and Brenda invited girls for a
soda. They agreed readily, because it had certainly been a hot
day. They walked over to the kitchen door. Jim Walsh was on a
business trip and wouldn't come back until tomorrow. Brenda
opened the door and headed for the fridge. The faint sound of
the running shower echoed from the upstairs.


"Is that Brandon?" asked Brenda. "No, it can't be. He's got a
shift in the Peach Pit. It must be Mom." She dropped the
subject, browsed through the fridge and found no sodas. Instead
she poured them some orange juice. Andrea emptied her glass
first and put it in the machine. Other girls took their glasses
with them to Brenda's room.

The door to the bathroom was half open. Brenda took a quick look
inside while Kelly and Andrea proceeded to her room. The Mom was
in the shower... but there was someone else, too. Some man, whom
she couldn't recognize behind the untransparent glass. It wasn't
his father. Brenda stepped forward and closed her mouth. She
hadn't made a single sound. The pair in the shower had heard
nothing through the water and their own moans. And yet there was
something very familiar in the man. It took a long time for
Brenda to believe it.

The man was Dylan, and he was taking a passionate shower with
her mother.

"It can't be. It just can't be", she thought hectically behind
her frozen expression. Her eyes and ears told her the truth her
mind was trying the deny. It was definitely Dylan. Her very
boyfriend, whom she loved more than anything else in the world.

Andrea had appeared behind her, watching the scene over her
shoulder. She made no sound either. Brenda pushed her softly
away and took her to her room, where Kelly was lying on the bed
without a hunch. Brenda shut the door and told everyone to be
quiet. Then she leaned her back on the door, closed her eyes and
clenched her hands in a fist.

"Who's that man in the shower with your mom", Andrea asked in a
very, very unsure voice.

"It's Dylan", Brenda answered monotonously. That kind of thing
was just too much. It was like you can walk on the hot coals if
they are hot enough and burn your feet if they are colder. It
was just too much. How could Dylan and her mother end up making
love? She imagined how it had happened. Dylan had dropped
Brandon home. Brandon had invited him inside. Mom had been home
and they had chatted. Dylan had stayed long enough, and Brandon
had left for work. Dylan had forgotten something and returned to
their home. And then...

Andrea stopped Kelly for going to see for herself. Brenda opened
her eyes, stopped the film that was running in her head and told
her friends to get out. She'd give them a call afterwards. Kelly
and Andrea rushed out as quietly as possible. Brenda went to the
bathroom door and looked in.

Dylan and Mom had stepped out of the shower. Brenda saw Dylan's
fully erected dick in her mother's palm. They were french-
kissing so intensely that they didn't notice anything. Her mom
run her other hand in Dylan's wet hair while he had his both
hands firmly on her nicely-shaped ass. She lowered herself
gradually, licking his handsome chest until she finally reached
her penis, which she circled with her tongue. Dylan had his face
turned down to his partner.

She took his penis in her mouth and started humping it
rhythmically. Dylan moaned in pleasure. Brenda saw her mother's
swollen tits swinging as she gentled them with her free hand.
Brenda stood there, both fascinated and angry. She wanted to
scream but she couldn't. She just watched her mother and her
boyfriend enjoy each other.

Dylan pushed Mrs. Walsh's head gently back, telling her he
didn't want to come yet. She sat down on her bare wet ass and
opened her legs, telling him to enter her. Dylan got on his
knees and told her to open herself. Brenda saw her mother have
her usual, beautiful smile, which turned into a round,
pleasantly surprised o when Dylan entered her. Dylan leaned on
her and kissed her smoothly, and they both moaned when Dylan
moved his penis back and forth. And they didn't even use any
protection. For some strange reason, Brenda was more shocked
over this than the whole situation itself, and she wondered why.

Brenda was able to see clearly how Dylan's cock moved in an out
between her mother's pussy hair. Little by little they found a
mutual rhythm. After a few minutes of humping, Dylan's movements
intensified as she thrust his dick deeper and deeper. Brenda saw
her mother push her tongue out, and after Dylan did the same,
they played with each other, sometimes licking each other's neck
and face. "I'm coming", Dylan told her, and she answered with
loud moans of pleasure. Suddenly Mrs. Walsh's body went tense,
she stretched herself and yelled with pleasure of her orgasm. In
mere seconds Dylan reached his climax, shooting his load into
her pulsating pussy. Mrs. Walsh grabber Dylan's ass to control
his movements. She helped him push his dick deeper than ever,
intensifying his orgasm beyond infinity.

Dylan fell on the top of her, totally drained of all energy. She
relaxed and hummed something. "You are fantastic", Dylan said.
"Well, thank you", she replied, "now aren't you glad that I was
able to persuade you to stay?" She smiled at him so beautifully
and kissed her. "My daughter is such a lucky young woman to have
a boyfriend like you."

"I love Brenda", Dylan said in a serious voice. Brenda felt a
sudden emotion too strange to describe with words, but then it
passed. She retreated to the corridor without knowing what to do
next. "I really enjoyed this, but I don't want to continue with
this kind of relationship", Dylan said in the bathroom. "Someday
she'll find out. I love her too much to hurt her like that."

"I know", Brenda heard her mother say. "And I love Jim, and I
could never hurt him. So, let's keep this our little secret,
shall we?" Brenda heard Dylan say nothing, but she knew that he
had agreed by nodding his head. Brenda walked out of the house
as quickly and fast as possible, because they'd come out of the
bathroom in a matter of minutes. She didn't want to embarass
them. Perhaps she'd tell Dylan about this - some day.


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