PAROCHAIL SCHOOL GIRL 1

Feature Writer: Jan None / [email protected]

Feature Title: PAROCHAIL SCHOOL GIRL 1

Published: 21.12.2020 / Copyright 2020 Jan, all rights reserved / Please mail to [email protected] if you have any suggestions for a future story.

Story Codes: Lesbian, Incest, Young

Synopsis: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

Parochial School Girl 1

I had just left the home of my best friend Judy and I had met each other when our parents enrolled us in our local parish kindergarten. We were closer than sisters. We went through childhood exploration with each other and know that we were lesbians before puberty. We had just had a satisfying afternoon of sex. We had kissed and I got into my pretty little blue BMW sports coup and headed home.

I made a right turn on the main drag of town and was heading home when I got stopped by the traffic light. While I was waiting for the light to change to green, I happened to notice a cute young girl dressed in the same parochial school that Judy and I had graduated from standing at the local bus stop. She looked so innocent that I couldn’t resist the urge to meet the girl.

When the light changed, I made a right turn and drove around the block, and parked my car in the parking lot behind the corner pharmacy. After locking up the car I walked around the building and approach the glass-enclosed bus stop. I stood next to the girl. I waited a second before I spoke. “I see that you are a student at Immaculate Heart. I am a graduate from there! Is sister Bernadette still teaching?”

The cute little blonde’s face lit up and said: “She is Mother Superior now!”

“That is good news she deserved the honor.”

She commented: “Most of us are scared to death of her.”

I responded: “You just don’t know her the way I do. I took religious education and Church history from her and learned a lot from her.”

She didn’t seem to believe my appraisal of the nun’s personality. I didn’t pursue the subject at that time.

The city bus pulled up to the city curb at that point and the door opened. I allowed the blonde to step onboard first. She flashed her bus pass and I dropped the change into the machine. I followed her to the back of the bus and we sat on the bench facing the back door. I introduced myself to her by telling her that my name was Deborah O’Brien. She responded by telling me that her name was Mary Johnson.

I asked her how she was doing at school to keep the conversation going. We chatted for a couple of miles before she announced: “This is my stop.”

I said: “I hope we meet again, Mary!”

“Me too, Deborah!”

I watched her walk away, as the bus pulled away as well. I got off the bus at the next stop and walked across the street to catch the next bus south. I got off at the corner where my car was parked. As I drove home, I was planning how I was going to seduce Mary Johnson.

I had learned during our small talk when she went to school and when she went to her dance class. That was where she had been when I had seen her. I made sure to be at the bus stop at the times she would be going home a couple of time just to talk to her and become friends with her.

Then I drove by and pulled over to the curb to offer her a ride home. Mary couldn’t resist the offer and she got into the car. As soon as she buckled up, I pulled out. She commented to me on my nice car. As we approached the corner where she got off the bus I had to ask, “you’re going to have to direct me from here.”

Mary directed me to her home and insisted on me meeting her parents. That was a task I was not looking forward to. At least it allowed her parents to get a look at me. I did my best to make a good impression. I told them about what I did for a living and my history. They invited me to stay for dinner but I turned down their offer because I had an appointment to visit a sick friend.

For a forty-four-year-old, I am still in pretty good shape. My hair is a frosted brunette and professionally styled. My glasses are gold-rimmed and fashionable. My figure is very good for my age, due to playing tennis two or three times a week. I am proud of my 38DDs bust line because they don’t sage. I dress stylishly for a woman of my age. I think middle-aged women that dress like a teenager look foolish. Even though I’m a dyke I don’t feel the need to dress like a man. After meeting her parents, I made a point to give her rides home.

After becoming Mary’s friend, I invited her to go to dinner and seeing a movie with me. I took her to an Egyptian restaurant. We had a meal while watching the belly dancer floor show. After the meal, I took her to one of the old movie palaces built in the 1920s.

It had fallen into disrepair between the 1950s and 1980s, but had been turned into a historical landmark, and been restored to the look of its glory days. They even restored the pipe organ that acted as the sound effects (foley) during the silent film age. Now that it had been restored it was open to show art films, erotic and silent movies.

I had deliberately taken her to see a silent-era movie made in Europe that was very erotic. It was a German film that was about a lesbian romance between a city woman and an innocent country girl.

The organist played classical and popular music from the 1920s before the movie started. During the movie, he added the sound effect like; the doing of doors opening and closing; the sound of high heels on floors; and the sound of the wind. The theater had been built to have five thousand seats.

Unfortunately, not enough people are interested enough to bring back the old movie palaces to fill the seats. Mary and I could sit just about any place we wanted. I ushered her right into the middle of the theater, so we could enjoy the sound of the organ. While the lights were bright, Mary’s head was on a swivel, taking in the ornate gold-leaf scrawl work and rich velvet drapes. There was even a sing-along that the audience was encouraged to join in with. When the lights went down and the drapes were pulled back to reveal the silver screen. The restored movie had been adjusted to compensate for the jerky motion created by hand-cranked motion picture cameras and projectors. The quality of the movie was surprisingly well done. The clothes were dated but surprisingly revealing on the females. The two leading females were slender and had small breasts. Their figures were almost boy-like.

I watched Mary’s eye and facial expression as the seduction of the innocent girl developed. She began to squirm round in her seat when the woman and girl removed their clothes and were hugging and kissing. I wasn’t sure if her squirming was a reflection of nervous discomfort or sexual arousal. After all the movie included breasts sucking and digital masturbation. Both women had dark pubic hair under their arms and on their crotches.

At the conclusion of the movie, she was quiet as we exited the theater, but when we were on the street walking to the parking lot she started talking again.

“Deborah, I never dreamed before that there have always been lesbians and gays. I have heard girls at school talking about girls at school and nuns they assumed were lesbians, but I never dreamed it was that prevalent.”

I said, “It is pretty common. What did you think of the story?”

“I thought it was a very romantic story, but kind of tragic because they had to keep their love hidden from family and friends.”

When we were in the car and taking her home, she asked, “Have you ever had sex with another female?”

I asked, “Would my answer affect our relationship before I answer that question?”

Mary turned a little in her seat and looked at my face by the light coming in the windows. “I trust you explicitly. I guess your sexual orientation would not affect my friendship with you.”

“That’s nice to hear because I have known that I was a lesbian from childhood. I just didn’t know what to call it until I was a few years older.”

When I stopped in the driveway of her house, I placed my hand on her arm and gave her a peck on the cheek before she got out of the car. I knew she would struggle with her feelings at least that night, if not longer.

I didn’t call until late Sunday evening to ask if she wanted me to pick her up tomorrow afternoon. She assured me that she would appreciate it.

When I picked her up, I asked her if she would like to meet my lifelong friend for dinner sometime. She told me that she would like to meet my friends. She even asked me how long I had known her. I told her that we met in kindergarten.

I had been telling Judy about how much I wanted to seduce the girl I had met, so when I told her that I wanted to introduce them to each other over dinner, Judy was excited about getting to meet the girl I was horny for. We planned on a date on a Friday evening.

Her parents didn’t object to Mary coming to dinner at my home with a friend. I picked her up and took her home with me. Mary did complain that she preferred to go home and change clothes before going home with me. I assured her that she looked adorable in her uniform. I also told her that Judy and I had worn the same uniform when we attended Immaculate Heart. I told her in our day if the hem of our skirt was above the knees we were punished with a spanking.

Mary’s skirt was well above her knees when she was standing. Sitting in my car the skirt exposed a lot of her thigh. She asked, “Is it true that you got spanked for violating the dress code?”

“I considered it a good day when I didn’t get spanked.”

I had left the meal on a slow simmer to pick her up. When we got home, I showed her around my craftsman home and told her that she was welcome to use the bathroom to wash up, while I finished preparing the meal.

She joined me in the kitchen when she had finished doing her thing. She said, “I have never seen a toilet like that before. It looked like the one in the “Godfather” movie.”

It is a modern interpretation of a 1920’s pull chain toilet with the water tank attached to the wall and copper plumbing connecting them. This one had a hidden heater for the bidet.

“It was shocking to feel the water squirting my bottom when I finished.”

While she sat at the table, I set up three place settings and finished the meal. Mary asked when my friend would arrive. I assured her that Judy would be fashionably late, and said that Judy would be late to her own funeral. We both chuckled at my little joke. At about that time, we heard the doorbell rang. I excused myself to answer the door.

When I returned to the kitchen, I was leading Judy by the arm. Judy is also a fem. Her pride and joy are her auburn. She wears it in a ponytail high on the back of her head and it arches before falling down her back. It is long enough that she can sit on her hair. She has blue eyes. The only flaw on her face is a little scar through her right eyebrow from the time another girl hit her with a stick. She was wearing a simple black form-fitting dress that showed off her figure.

The look on Mary’s face told me that Judy didn’t look like what she expected. (I think she half expected that she would look like the stereo image of a lesbian.) After a short pause, I introduced them to each other.

Judy took hold of Mary and simply gave her a phantom kiss on the cheek and told her that I had told her so much about her. (Mary’s eyes looked at me as if to ask what have you told her.)

“Dinner is ready! Let’s eat,” I directed them to their seats.

I had prepared a pot roast with carrots, potatoes, and onions. I had steamed additional carrots and asparagus. I served a good red wine with dinner. I prepared coffee with sherbet for dessert. When we finished eating, I gathered up the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I joined them at the table and Judy and I talked about our days at Immaculate Heart and Mary told us about the thing going on there as well as the rumors about sexual improprieties going on. When she told us about rumors of the older nuns and teachers, Judy and I could confirm which ones were lesbians. After several minutes I gave Judy the look while Mary was talking and Judy got the message and she asked to be excused to use the bathroom.

As soon as she was out of the kitchen, I asked Mary if could kiss her. She looked nervous but agreed. I leaned close and kissed her on the lips softly. It took Mary a moment to get used to me kissing her. When she returned my kiss, I stuck out my tongue and started licking her mouth until she tentatively stuck out the tip of her tongue and I started flipping her tongue with my own tongue. When I embraced her and started kissing her with passion, I only broke the kiss when I thought I heard Judy returning. I saw that my lipstick was smeared all around her mouth. I quickly used a cloth napkin to wipe my lipstick off her mouth.

Judy suggested that we move into the living room and turn on the stereo and dance. Without further discussion, we got up and went into the living room. I turned on some dance music and Judy and I took turns taking the lead as we danced with Mary. As much fun as it was to dance to ‘Rock n Roll’ music, I was stimulated sexually slow dancing with Mary. It turned me on rubbing my thigh between her legs and feeling our breasts rubbing against each other’s bodies. I’m sure that Judy was just as stimulated as I was. I think Mary was nervous because of her own feelings. I eventually, had to call an end to the evening to return Mary to her home. We walked Judy to her car and wished her good night and both of us kissed Judy before she got in her car. When we got in my car, I couldn’t resist asking Mary what she thought of Judy.

Mary said, “I liked her! With all of her innocent enthusiasm. She is a good dance and a funny woman.”

I leaned over the console and kissed her on the mouth again with probing tongue and this time I placed my hand on her left breast. Mary returned the kiss and placed her hand over mine and pressed my hand against her breast even harder. When I entrusted the kiss and sat back in my seat I said, “Mary, I want you to think about this carefully, when you’re ready let me know if you are interested in taking this to the next step.”

I drove her home and watched her enter her home. She looked back at me without making a motion before entering and closing the door. I didn’t look back as I drove away.

I was troubling the next day, worrying about what Mary’s decision would be. The time passed slowly that day. I took a long hot bath in preparation for retiring for the night. I had just finished my bath routine and was putting on my nightgown when my phone rang.

I grabbed the receiver before the phone finished ringing. My heart swelled when I heard Mary’s voice. I feared that she was going to reject my offer of love. She told me that she was thinking about what I had asked her to think about and had decided that she wanted to find out what sex with me would be like. I was thrilled and we planned on the day we would consummate our love for each other.

When I hung up the phone, I was so excited that I couldn’t sleep and I masturbated for hours before exhaustion overtook me and I fell asleep.

I left it up to Mary to find a way to be able to spend a weekend with me. I went out of my way to clean up the house in preparation for Mary spending the weekend with me. I got dressed in my sexiest underwear and tight flattering dress and awaited her arrival. When the doorbell rang, I was nervous when I opened the door. Standing in front of me was Mrs. Johnson and Mary. There was nothing to do but invite them in.

We went into the living room and as they sat on the couch I asked if I could get them something to drink. Mrs. Johnson said: “Thanks but that won’t be necessary. Mary has confessed to me that she wants to explore lesbianism with you.”

(I broke out in a cold sweat.)

“I think she is too young to know if she is a lesbian or not, but I know she is going to explore her feeling and I feel that she might as well do it with someone that is experienced and will respect her feelings and keep the relationship private. We don’t want to alarm her father until she is sure about her feelings. I am leaving her in your hands for the weekend. As far as he knows she is spending the weekend at the home of a school friend. I trust you to respect Mary’s need to keep this private?”

I took a deep breath: “I assure you that Mary’s feeling is my highest priority.”

“Okay, Mary you can go get overnight bag.”

Mary ran to the car and returned with a Samsonite bag and was all smiles. Mrs. Johnson stood up and I did the same. She put out her hand as if to shake my hand but as I reached for her hand, she pulled me loose and hugged me. “Take care of my baby!” Then she kissed me on the cheek. Before she left, she hugged and kissed her daughter.

There was a long pregnant pause as we heard the car pull out of the driveway. I was stunned by what had just taken place. Mary dropped her bag and rushed to me and hugged me.

“What just happened?”

Mary was excited: “When I tried to tell Mom a story about wanting to spend the weekend with a friend, she knew I was lying. She pressed me for what I was up to. I told her that I feel like I am a lesbian and wanted to spend the weekend with you to find out.”

I cringed because she had just exposed me to legal problems.

“Mom was very understanding. She even confessed that she had explored her sexual feelings when she was my age with an older aunt. She agreed to let me stay with you and we won’t tell my father until we have to.”

I picked up her bag and led her to the bedroom where we unpacked her bag. We put her hairbrush and toothbrush in my bathroom. I gave her space in my dresser for her undies and hung up her dresses in the closet to prevent wrinkling. As we sat on my bed, we clung to each other and we started kissing. I used my tongue to swab her mouth and smother her with kisses. We sucked tongues for a long time. When I pulled back to catch my breath, I saw that my lipstick was smeared all around her mouth. I assumed that my lipstick was smeared around my mouth as well.

Mary was showing signs of nervousness, she was moving around like there were ants in her panties and talking too fast. I took her into my arm and hugged and kissed her. I took her into my family room and we sat together on the couch I tucked my left leg under my body so that I could turn my body toward her body. I picked up a book that was on the coffee table in front of us and started reading aloud romantic lesbian poetry. I gave her my best erotic reading in hopes of stimulating her sexual desire. It didn’t take long before Mary placed her hand on the book and pushed it down as she kissed me on the mouth.

I took her into my arms and kissed her. I whispered in her ear that I loved her and licked her shell-like ear and nibbled on her earlobe. Then I returned to kissing her mouth and using my tongue to lick her face and suck on her tongue. I waited for Mary to respond.

Mary wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me; using her tongue to dual with my tongue; I grew bolder and reached over and placed my right hand on her left breast. I heard her suck in air when she felt my fingers squeeze her tit. She continued to kiss me, as I started unbuttoning her blouse. After I opened four buttons, I slipped my hand inside and felt the warmth of her slip covering her bra and breast. After feeling her breast, I slipped my hand under the slip and bra to actually feel her bare flesh. When my hand cupped her breasts, Mary let out an audible moan. That was when I felt she was ready.

I withdrew my hand and ran my hand down her body to her bare thigh and placed my hand on the warm soft inner thigh of her right leg. While continuing to kiss and breathe into her mouth, I worked my hand up her inner thigh until my fingers felt the warm smooth silky crotch of her panties. Rubbing her panties induced a long moan from Mary. I pulled the leg opening aside and gently slipped my finger into the opening of her vagina, I thrilled at the feeling of the slippery warmth of her flesh. I masturbated her until her body quivered as she experienced an orgasm.

She let out a mournful moan when I withdrew my hand. She blushed when I brought my fingers up to my nose to smell them and taste them. At that point, I felt she was ready and stood up and pulled her to her feet, and led her back to the bedroom.

Mary was more than willing to help me undress her. I was anxious to see the perfection of her young body. Apparently, Mary was just as eager to set eyes on my body. As soon as I had removed her blouse, she had pulled my arms out of the straps of the tip of my dress allowing the top to be pulled down to expose my black lace bra.

I had to free her arms of her slip to expose her delicate little bra. Where Mary envied my much larger breasts, I found her small budding breasts to be perfection. With the removal of her bra, I was allowed to admire her pear-shaped breasts. The creamy white flesh of her breasts was capped by the pink of her areolas and the nipples were the stems of the fruit. I had to kiss and lick her tits. While I sucked her tits, Mary unhooked the back of my bra.

When the bra was unfastened the straps slackened and Mary pulled them off my shoulders. The bra fell into my hands. My heavy breasts were free to swing with my movement. When I straightened up Mary looked at my tits with envy. She reached out with both hands and placed them on my 38DDs. My brown areolas were as large as the palms of her hands. My nipples were poking her palms. When she moved her head close to capture the right nipple with her mouth, I stroked her platinum blonde hair. I let her suckle for a short time before I had to push her away because I wanted to finish getting her out of the rest of her clothes.

I struggled to unfasten her skirt and pull it out from under her butt and free of her legs. I removed her ballerina slippers from her stockingless feet. Then I pulled her slip free of her body. I had to check out the panties she had selected to wear. They were delicate pink hip huggers. I couldn’t resist bending over and sticking my nose into the crotch of her panties to smell her pussy. I moved my body until I was kneeling between her legs and I was licking the crotch of her panties before I reached up and slipped my fingers under the waistband at her hips and pulled her panties out from under her firm little butt. Once her panties were free of her feet, I took a good look at her pussy.

I remembered how proud I was when I was her age to have grown a patch of dark pubic hair and was sure that she was proud that she was old enough to have a natural triangle of dark blonde pubic hair. When I spread her labia open to get a look at her vagina, I thought her clitoris was adorable and discovered that her hymen was intact. I couldn’t resist sucking on her clit. Mary was clinging to my hair while I sucked on her clit until she had another orgasm. While she was in the throes of her orgasm, I probed her vagina with my tongue. I lay next to her on the bed and kissed her mouth with her vagina fluid smeared all over my face.

Mary was still recovering from her orgasm as I clung to her. She eventually rolled over on top of me. She started sucking on my tits again. Then she got up on her knees and struggled to finish pulling my dress off of my body. I was wearing black matching panties to my bra and self-supporting dark nylons and three-inch black pumps. Mary ran her hand over the texture of my lace panties before she pressed her nose against the crotch of my panties. She liked the wet crotch of my panties before she removed them. She found that I had trimmed my hair to an even quarter inch and then shaved the hair into a small triangle pointing at my vagina.

I allowed her to take as much time as she wanted to inspect and smell my cunt as she wanted. When she started licking my pussy I was pleased with her efforts. She made me cum a couple of times. We were both exhausted. I sat up to remove my nylons and pumps before covering our bodies with the blankets. We drifted off to sleep clinging to each other.

I relished the smell of my pussy on Mary’s face. Several times during the night we took turns waking up and waking the other one up sucking on tits or pussy. We didn’t wake up until noon. I was first and had to go pee and I brushed my teeth to get rid of the morning breath. Mary came in and joined me. We didn’t put clothes on the rest of the weekend. All we did was eat, fuck and sleep.

When I returned Mary home her mother was interested in how our weekend had gone. Mary was bubbling over with enthusiasm and assured her mother that it had been the most exciting thing she had ever done.

Mary became a regular visitor. Things were going so well I was even picking Mary up from Emasculate Heart. One day I ran into Mother Superior Bernadette. We hugged and she asked, “Deborah,  what brings you back to school?”

I told her, “I’m picking up one of your students.”

She inquired, “Which one are you picking up?”

“Mary Johnson.”

Bernadette said, “I would have never suspected her of being so precocious.”

I assured her, “Mary is adorable.”

At that moment Mary came running up. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. She looked at the two of us and blurted out, “Mother this is … That’s right, you know each other!”

Bernadette smiles condescendingly, “Yes child Deborah was one of my students when I was a teacher. I think I’m going to have to get to know you better.”

She was spending much of her time at my home she became friends with Judy as well. The first time the three of us spent the evening together we had sex after dinner. Mary got the full benefit of being kissed by two adult women. While I was sucking her breasts, Judy was down there between Mary’s legs sucking pussy.

If Mary was ever jealous of Judy, she never showed it. Over time she learned to love Judy as much as I do.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE