Love in a Church Chapter 1
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Love in a Church -1-
A School Full of Lesbians
Marie Johnston was a funny kid. She was one of the tallest female students in her class at the Woodrow Wilson High School, and she was always telling jokes. She was also certifiably sarcastic. The boys and girls thought she was hilarious, and her teachers did too, often getting into mini-discussions with her about topics ranging from LGBT issues to what the cafeteria was having for lunch. All her classmates were in awe of her quick wit. She got away with it, getting "all A's" year after year, and volunteering for stuff in school. She was very popular with the lesbian teachers.
She was 5' 11" and 140 Lbs in the tenth grade. She looked like a California version of Anne Hathaway, with beautiful skin and a full head of black hair. Her white teeth were ready to break into a smile at the slightest provocation.
She had no enemies. For example, she loved the most hard-core Christian to death, praising the girl when she got good marks, and inviting her to tea parties at her house even though she often spoke against LGBT issues. Marie had thick skin, for she was used to being turned down by straights. So when the girl, Ivy, accepted her invitation one day in October she was shocked.
She let her know that there would be dinner served, what the other girls were wearing, and that there would be some lesbian activities afterward. Marie told her she could just come as a guest and didn't have to participate in the gay girl activities. She would be her chaperone.
Ivy's eyes lit up, hearing about the lesbian "activities." Ivy confirmed she would be there at 6:00 on Friday.
"Hmmm, something has changed in Ivy," Marie said to herself. "I wonder who got to her. She's a good girl at heart, for sure. And super cute."
Ivy and Her Beautiful Mother
Ivy lived with her mother, and their household had been changing in the last few weeks. Ivy's mother Helen, a pretty thirty-something dentist, had quietly begun dating a woman. She was coming off a divorce from her husband four months ago and has been feeling "very free" since then. Helen sat down with Ivy after her girlfriend, Avery Johnson, left their house in front of Ivy and Helen one Saturday morning when it was clear they had awakened, together, just a little while ago. It was early September of Ivy's sophomore year.
Helen sat down with Ivy and explained the situation to her.
"I've been meaning to tell you, sweetie, about the changes that have happened to me," said Helen. "The divorce from your father was a long time in the making. We were no longer in love. But, I was kissed at a party by a girl about a year ago, which gave me the kinds of good feelings I had in college.
She continued, "Over the last several months I've become, well, a committed lesbian, going out to parties on the weekend and meeting a lot of incredible girls. Your dad didn't know about my hookups, but all the fighting that we've been having was the reason for initiating the divorce. It had nothing to do with you, my princess."
"I know what a lesbian is Mom, and there are quite a few at school," said Ivy. "Teachers too. I've been pulled that way very hard, spending time on the Internet and, I'm sorry, masturbating."
"There's nothing to be sorry about, my precious girl. I do it too. All the time."
"So, I'm going to a Tea Party this Friday to check out the life. The most popular girl in our school is gay, and she kissed me two weeks ago today, telling me that she liked me a lot. It was so weird because she and I got into an argument about LGBT stuff in class that day. Something that dad would have been proud about, but I was ashamed of. At lunchtime, we went for a walk and I said I was sorry, and that's when she kissed me and I loved it. I kissed her back. She said `she was waiting for me'."
So, the two had slightly different ways of getting there, but they had arrived at the same destination. Lesbian mother and daughter.
"The gay girls have to have a lot of patience, I've found. Oh well. Tell me, would you like to practice kissing with me?" said Helen.
"Oh Mom, you would do that for me?" said Ivy. "You don't know how long I've wanted to kiss and touch you."
It was only 8:30 on a Wednesday, but Helen and Ivy quickly undressed and stood beside Helen's king-sized bed, staring at each other. Helen was a pretty slender woman, but she was very well put together and her firm C Cups had large chocolate areolas that caused Ivy to swoon.
"Oh Mom, I envy you," said Ivy. "You're so beautiful, and your breasts so yummy with those large areolas."
Ivy herself was beyond cute. She was a lesbian's wet dream, with short black hair and diagonal bangs. She was 5' 7" and had B-plus cups and hips that were just so and invited gay women to wrap their hands around her and pull her to them. She was still growing...into a beautiful woman. Her brains and her character were first-rate.
"I got the areolas when I had you, darling girl," said Helen. "It happens to many women during pregnancy. But make no mistake, I think you're gorgeous, and that you'll only get lovelier with time."
"Thanks, mom. It's so good coming from you. You're breasts, can I touch them?"
"Please do. And you can touch any other part that brings you desire, my lovely. And, from now on, please call me Helen. I would prefer that."
Her mother's treating her like an adult and her praise for her gave her goosebumps, a frisson of joy. Ivy touched both breasts with her hands. She was amazed at how they stood up so firm and high, the half-inch nipples reaching out, waiting to be touched. Ivy claimed them as her own and played with them with her fingers.
Then she lowered her mouth to them, kissing her nipples and licking the areolas. She was in heaven, singing with the angels. She raised her eyes to her mother's and saw love and lust. She knew then she was one with her. She did not think what she was doing was wrong. She was simply loving her mother.
Helen and her frisky sixteen-year-old daughter made love. What she lacked in her unsophisticated ways, Ivy made up for in her energy and her intelligence. Helen was appreciative of that. Helen said her daughter was "a natural," for truly she was. She only had to advise her once on what she liked.
In this case, when they were deep into the lovemaking that first time, she told her to slap her breasts. Ivy was surprised; but from that point on made it a point to be a little rough with Helen. Within a few short weeks, Ivy was a peer with Helen, Avery, and whoever might be in their bed.
That evening Helen took her virginity with a strapon, but not before giving her an Aleve pill and plenty of affection. Ivy later went to her room and wrote down that date, hiding it in her dresser. September 8, 2022. It was a date that she would always remember and she was a virgin no longer.
A Tea Party to Remember
Ivy was extra bubbly while getting ready for the Tea Party that Friday. She was very confident, putting on some of her mother's perfume and dressing in the new Tommy outfit she bought for the occasion. Inwardly, her mind wandered to Marie.
Marie was so sophisticated. She was the same dress size as her mother, both of them wearing a size 6. She had learned that Marie's boobs were the same size as her mother's too, a solid C Cup. At this point, she loved Marie and fancied herself marrying her. How young people change: a few days later she called it a passing thought.
That day at school Marie whispered to her that she had a couple of small butterfly tattoos put on "close to her pussy." Ivy could not get the image out of her mind. She had to see them. For lesbians, are truly like butterflies: they're transformed into beauteous creatures from the slow-moving caterpillars. And, they will go where they will, finding love and happiness along the way in their zig-zagging flights. Ivy saw herself in the process of emerging from a caterpillar to a butterfly. The Tea Party would be the first flight of her journey.
The party was ostensibly for the female athletes for the fall of 2023. But it was an open secret among the staff and faculty of Woodrow Wilson that it marked a rite of passage for their growing lesbian population. The sponsors of the Tea Party were two women who taught in different school districts, and they typed up an "agenda" for the evening. The girls were encouraged to discuss one goal for their sport and one for their academic life. And they typed it up, lest anyone challenge what the Tea Party had some sinister agenda.
Since Ivy was a newbie to the Tea Parties, they had her go first. She was sitting next to the girl who invited her: Marie Johnston. It became Ivy's turn to talk.
"Well, my goal for sports is to score ten goals in field hockey. And, for academics, er, um, is to not have Marie always laugh at me in class!"
The girls broke out in giggles. Marie leaned into Ivy, turned her head toward her with her index finger, and kissed her slowly, with plenty of tongue.
Ivy said loudly, "Does this mean I'm your girlfriend?"
"If I can get kisses like that, it surely does." Yahoos and guffaws erupted from the girls who were primed and ready for anything.
The Tea Party officially came to an end, and, like every other Tea Party across the U.S.A., it was now time for the girls to p-a-r-t-y. Marie took Ivy by the hand and went down to the basement, side by side. It was to be their first time together, and Ivy was a little nervous. But, only a little. When they got to the couch, Marie told her it was so awesome that she had changed sides. She wanted this night to be special for Ivy.
They stood next to the couch, kissing passionately, feeling their asses (the cracks), and breathing in the scent of their lover. They took off each other's tops.
"I don't know what it is, but your smell is just heavenly, so you Ivy," said Marie as she felt her new girlfriend, her large hands capturing her breasts, her fingers pulling softly at the nipples.
"Your's too, my love," said Ivy. "Your arousal turns me on, like a drug. Your breath is so clean and pure. I can't wait to taste your lady parts too."
They heard the quiet footsteps of two other lovers making their way to the spare bedroom and shut the door. They were alone but not isolated, and the house had gone quiet.
"Let's get undressed and lay down on the couch," said Marie. The two lovers slowly doffed their clothes and threw them out of the way. Ivy was dying to see Marie's tattoos of the blue monarch butterfly.
"Oh god, they're so cute," said Ivy, having turned on a light momentarily to see them. She scooched down the couch and kissed the butterflies. They looked beautiful and Ivy immediately wanted two or three butterflies on her groin.
"They are so sexy and beautiful," said Ivy. "I'm not that original...I'm going to get the same ones, too."
The girls were closely shaven for the Tea Party. Ivy couldn't get over how pretty Marie's pussy was, and told her,
"Girlfriend, you shave your pussy. I love it. I watched it open up for sex with me. And your cunt and your clit are so big. I can't wait to taste them. You seem so advanced for your age."
"Thank you. Maybe that is why I've slept with seven faculty and staff at school already. I love that you find my sex so enticing," said Marie. "That's what I live for, honestly."
Then they gently started to kiss.
After a few minutes of making out, Ivy said,
"Oh Marie, you don't know how much tonight means to me," said Ivy. "Everything has been perfect. I owe it all to you."
"Everything has been perfect, for the perfect girl−you," said Marie. She kissed her nose and even in the dark, could tell she was blushing. Ivy wasn't used to such compliments from anyone, let alone a girl.
"OK Marie, the truth. I've been sleeping with my mom and spending time on the web," said Ivy. "I'm no longer a virgin, but please, can we take it slow? I want to remember this night forever."
"That's what moms are for," said Marie. "My mother and I average twice a week where we do everything. I think it's why I'm `so well adjusted' and so `well rested.' At least, that's what our math teacher last year told me. You've got to get some of that. Kimberly, she's so fucking hot. But, have no worries about tonight. I don't kiss and tell."
Marie was full of compliments and wisdom for their first night together. They started with a few minutes in the sixty-nine position as a warmup and then did strapon sex for the rest of the night. Conveniently, Marie brought two dildos in her purse, a big one that Ivy used on her and a long skinny one for her to use on Ivy.
Marie had an orgasm by Ivy, and Ivy had two from Marie. She learned so much from Marie.
Around midnight, the girls got comfortable on the couch and pulled the quilt over them. They said, "Goodnight lover," to one another.
They heard the girls in the other room giggling a bit, but sleepiness overtook both sets of young women and they were transported to lesbian heaven.
Ivy was a committed lesbian from that day on. There was no turning back for her.
Life With a Girlfriend
Ivy was the energizer bunny now at school. Thanks to her sexual relationship with Marie, she had overnight become very popular with all the lesbian girls. She had been popular with the straight girls, and she remained so. Ivy was a great student and attractive. She was very nice to everyone, even the guys, although they had noticed a change in her.
She had been a good student; now she was great. She made herself available to teachers in every class and found herself running errands, especially for her homeroom teacher and lesbian ally, Ms. Marshall. She was pulling all A's in her classes.
Why? The sophomore dyke now had a purpose in life that she hadn't had before. Soon enough people noticed her holding hands with Marie and drew their conclusions. She was invited to sit on some committees, and she was always on time and in a chipper mood.
Shortly after the Tea Party, she was delivering a message to a ninth-grade homeroom teacher. Kimberly Mason was her beautiful math teacher from last year. In her mid-twenties, she had secretly prayed that someone would turn Ivy. An out lesbian, she was beloved by her pupils and respected by her faculty peers. So, ten minutes before the bell to start school, Ivy stopped by her room and handed her a message. She waited while Kimberly read it and then said to Ivy,
"Come back to my office for something."
She closed the door and suddenly kissed Ivy, saying,
"Welcome to the team, beautiful," said Kimberly. "I see from the note, that your homeroom teacher, Ms. Marshall, says you attended a Tea Party on Friday and everyone was so glad you came. I see you fit right in."
"OMG, yes, I had no idea how much fun the girls are," said Ivy.
"Yep, they sure are. I want you to know you can come to me for anything, and I'll help you the best I can. School can be a scary place for us lesbians."
"The first thing is to pay back the kiss, which was unexpected and so nice," said Ivy. She embraced Kimberly and gave her a kiss on the lips and a feel of her ass.
"So, I'm dating Marie now, I think you know her."
"Ah yes, Marie," said Kimberly. "How is that going?"
"She's great, but she's very popular."
"Meaning...she has other girls, right?"
"Yes, she sure does."
"Marie and I dated for a while last year."
"Oh wow, then you know what I mean. She has so many girls that want to get with her."
"Yes, but it's OK. It's the young lesbian's way of the world, to be like a butterfly. You'll see. It's so exciting, but it's good not to get too attached to one girl. There are so many, and I suspect they'd all drop everything to date you, my dear."
"Thank you, Ms. Mason. It makes my head spin just thinking about it. I think I have to go through it a couple of times, you know, the breaking up thing."
"For sure. If you find that you need a girl to talk to, come and see me, about anything or anyone," said Kimberly. The twenty-five-year-old teacher was cute, blond, and fit, with sparkling blue eyes that seemed to be pools that drew a girl right in.
"You'll find we can talk through some girls or situations," said Kimberly. "But sometimes you'll just need to be loved. You know, fuck. We can go to my condo for that."
Ivy became very excited when she heard a teacher say "fuck" and "my condo." Ivy turned and pinned Kimberly to the wall this time, kissing her hard while feeling her breasts. Kimberly was surprised at how forward Ivy was for a "born again" lesbian.
"Oh shit, what a great way to start the school day," said Kimberly.
"I'll drop by often. If you want, we could go to your condo tomorrow after school."
Kimberly was shocked by her boldness, and stood, staring for a bit.
"Fuck yes, my darling girl. Swing by after school, and we'll go to my place and get to know each other better. Tell your mom I have an extra credit project for you. I'll bring you home. And, I'd love to meet her too. Tell her that, won't you?"
"Sure, or just come in for a few minutes to meet her tomorrow night. She'd love to meet you too. My mother is gay and she has my V-card. We're very close, her and I."
Ivy had to get back to homeroom. On her way there, she realized that high school was the place to meet gay girls. She had gotten a strong tingle while talking to Kimberly. She got a pass to the girl's bathroom from Ms. Marshall to go and relieve the tension.
"My god, she's just like Marie, but cuter," thought Ms. Mason. "And here I thought Marie was one of a kind."
That night Ivy told her mom about the extra credit project she'd be working on at Ms. Mason's home. Her mother was cool with it and wanted to meet Ms. Mason for a few minutes when she dropped her back at home.
Ivy decided to tell Marie what was going on with Ms. Mason. That she'd met her the day before, that she was very nice, and that she invited her to her condo. They both knew what that meant, but Marie was fine with it, as she was getting together with a girl from field hockey for a "homework" session.
A Hot Time with Kimberly
She went to Ms. Mason's classroom at 2:50 and shut the door. Kimberly was finishing writing some equations on the board, but she was so glad she hadn't chickened out.
"No way! A chance to be with a young, gorgeous, lesbian teacher is priceless," said Ivy. "You can show me so much. OK, here it is. I uh, love you, Kimberly." There was a momentary silence.
"Thank you, Ivy," said Kimberly. "That was not an easy thing to say, I am sure. But I love you too. There is a big age gap, but fuck that. We love those who want to, and you're an exceptional young woman."
"I have so much to learn," said Ivy.
"Fuck, says who?" said Kimberly. "Sorry if I swear too much. I only do it in private with other girls. In my book when people realize they're gay, they don't suddenly become smart if they were dumb, nice if they were pricks−a guy term. Do you know what I'm trying to say?"
"You make so much sense, Kimberly. It's like we have new energy, to be the best versions of who we were before."
"I couldn't have said it better, my lesbian professor," laughed Kimberly."
They two walked to her car and drove to her condo ten minutes away. They parked in the underground parking garage and went to her place on the second floor.
"My parents thought I was going to have a hard life, so they set me up in their will to get 100% of their assets. They died two years ago, within a month of each other. It was a shock to me; they were so loving of me as a young lesbian. They said I was courageous."
"You are, Kimberly," said Ivy.
"I was very fortunate at how much money came my way after my mother's death. We're talking millions. Keep that quiet, won't you?"
"Of course," said Ivy.
"Come this way. Let's look at my bedroom, the most important room in the condo."
They went to the sizeable master bedroom. It was beautifully laid out, with two large video screens and plenty of, what seemed to Ivy, lesbian artwork.
"Dumb question: what gets played on the screen."
"Anything you like," said Kimberly. "I don't like sports and I hate game shows and the news. So basically I watch porn and movies. I pay for the highest level of Xvideos, and I often fall asleep to a lesbo video. Mostly the high-end amateur kind."
"That's my favorite kind. I wonder what percentage of the professional actors are truly lesbian."
"I have the same question," said Kimberly.
"I love three ways, just so you know. Watching them and being in them. Once you find someone you love, you can introduce hot friends to your relationship, one at a time."
"100%. My mother taught me that."
But, as for the video system, if I haven't gotten laid in a few days, I can tell it to `find me some good Lesbian porno like last time' and within seconds, I'm getting off. I thought today we'd show a teacher/student lesbo video, if you're comfortable with that?"
"Oh heck yes," said Ivy.
Pushing a couple of the buttons on the remote, she brought up a lesbian scene with a twenty-something teacher talking to a sophomore girl.
"I've seen this one before. So, I'm going to start dinner if you don't mind. We'll have lasagna and fruit salad. It's already, but I have to heat it up. I'll come back in about ten minutes. What would you like to drink? Beer, wine, a cocktail perhaps. I have most sodas too."
"What are you having?" said Ivy.
"Red wine. Cabernet sauvignon," said Kimberly.
"Then I'll take that too." Kimberly was off doing the hostess thing. They would have an early dinner, giving them time for the project and...
Ivy looked up and saw yet another screen on the ceiling. She relaxed and took off her panties and got comfortable looking up at the action. She wet her fingers and dipped them into her cunt, slowly. She was mesmerized by the dialogue.
It turns out, the hot, young math teacher was seducing the high schooler. The two had British accents. Ivy, it turns out, loved girls with British accents.
"Hmm, sounds familiar: a math teacher and her student."
It began with a discussion about the Cartesian plane, a geometry concept.
"Oh my gosh, that's me," thought Ivy. "And Kimberly."
Then there was a shift when the feminist teacher began discoursing on the struggles of women, especially the gifted women whom the patriarchy wouldn't let into Oxford and Cambridge, the Harvard and Yale of England. The sophomore just opened her mind up to her beautiful teacher and the next thing Ivy saw was the teacher kissing her and feeling her breasts. Toward the end of the video, she closed her eyes and imagined Kimberly was the teacher, and she was the student hanging on her every word. The two actors spoke with rich, sexy voices. Ivy was spellbound as her left hand worked her breasts and her clit, and her right one was two-fingering her cunt with urgency. She came in a rush.
"Oh god, Aahhhh, aahhhh, oohhhh," cried Ivy.
Kimberly heard her and smiled inwardly. "The video is so true. Art does imitate life," she thought.
Dinner took another ten minutes to pull together and Ivy appeared in the kitchen, her hair messed up, and her skin glowing. She had only her shirt/bra on, and Kimberly asked how it was.
"Sorry, I got carried away by the screen on the ceiling," said Ivy. "And that video was us, in another place and time."
"That's quite all right," said Kimberly. "We girls have to learn how to masturbate, how to make ourselves cum at the end of a long day. I'm glad you liked it."
"The only thing better would have been if you were there," said Ivy. "But you've made me so comfortable, being here, and being gay."
"Well, dinner is ready. So let's eat and make love, in that order. Could you pour us some wine, be our sommelier. I'd suggest a half glass to begin." She got down two large wine glasses from the rack.
"Sommelier?" said Ivy.
"Our wine steward," said Kimberly. "I don't do drugs, but I'm a bit of a wine snob."
While pouring the wine, Ivy asked, "You've certainly got a rich life, don't you?"
"Yes I do, and mom and dad were responsible for part of it. The rest, the way I live, is my doing."
Halfway through the meal Kimberly put her utensils down and waited for Ivy to swallow her last of their meal. She sat there staring at Ivy, thinking, but eventually put her left hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss. It was a slow kiss, with lots of tongue and feeling.
After a minute, they separated, and Kimberly said, "Where have you been all my life, Ivy."
"How do you mean," said Ivy.
"First, call me Kim when we're alone, and Kimmie when we're in bed. I've spent time with a lot of women and girls. You've probably guessed that. None of them have the easy maturity that you possess. Nothing seems to rattle you, and I know that the sex would be exquisite for us. What I'm saying honey, is would you be my girlfriend?"
"Me? Really? Why yes, I think I'd love it. But, we would need to work out the details, wouldn't we? There's a bit of an age gap. But hell yes!"
"Certainly. We'll have to work it out with your mother. Once you told me she was a Lez, I knew she knows why you were here. But, let's let her ask the questions. We'll just be honest with her."
"I agree. I'll have to think of a way to tell Marie. I think she's a butterfly though, and won't have a problem with it."
"If we can work it out, I'm not sure you should continue at Wilson Junior High, frankly. There will be too many questions. You're such a leader and so smart, you could easily get into one of the girls' schools like St. Mary's Academy. You're Catholic, I believe. Yes?"
"My mother and I go to the local Catholic Church for Christmas and Easter. I'd say we're pretty low-key, apart from that. I've got nothing against Catholics, nor Christians for that matter. Just no desire to go too deep into it."
"I know what you're talking about," said Kim. "I'm a recovering Catholic. I wish the Church could get over its laws and views on sexuality and accept us. They don't speak out against us, but it's there, always bubbling beneath the surface."
After thinking for a moment, Ivy said, "For sure. It's not my fight though. Like I said, we just go to a couple of masses a year and enjoy the festivities."
"But, as for St. Mary's, you could board there, or, better for me, live with me while attending. It's only five miles away. We would make sure you have a car."
"Hmm, that's a lot to get my head around, but it sounds exciting," said Ivy. "We have to work it out with Helen. But I'm on board with the plan."
"Great. For now, I'd like it if we could hookup at least once during the week. Maybe Wednesdays," said Kimberly. "And, eventually, you can sleep over on the weekends once you're accepted at St. Mary's. I would love to do things with your mom, too. Your mother would probably love the extra space she'd be getting, you know, for her girlfriends staying over."
"Good point," said Ivy. "She was very embarrassed when I met her girlfriend Avery one Saturday morning."
"I know it's a lot. I know a few couples with an age gap who are references if your mother wants to talk to some other lesbian women. It seems to me it is your decision, though. But, how do you feel about it?"
"It is a lot, but you never know about major changes unless you try them on," said Ivy. "But let's not get serious with my mom for two weeks. Let me come over on the weekend as you suggested, to see how it would work. My mother has plenty going on the weekends, and the first time I tell her I'm going to stay with you, we'll probably talk. She'll see what we're doing, and probably come to our point of view."
They put the dishes in the dishwasher and retired to the bedroom, full of joy about the future and lust for the bodies of one another.
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