Love in a Church Chapter 3
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Ivy and Kimmie -3-
Meeting with the Principal
There was an attractive woman at her desk outside of the office of the Principal of St. Mary's Academy, Mrs. Gwen Roberts.
"I'm Helen Quick, and this is my daughter Ivy. We're here to see Mrs. Roberts. I'm a couple of minutes early."
"That's OK, Mrs. Quick," said the woman. "I'm Wendy, and we're expecting you. I'll get you in right away. If you'll excuse me for a moment." With that, she walked into the principal's office, who said she'd be right there.
"Hello, Dr. Quick, and hello, Ivy," said Gwen Roberts, the thirty-five-year-old principal with bright red lipstick. "Did you have any trouble finding the Academy?"
"No, we didn't. It's a lovely drive from the East side of town and only a half-hour commute. Ivy will have a car." They settled into her spacious office.
"So, we have all your paperwork, and the school is ready to accept Ivy for the full school year," said Gwen. "I just wanted to confirm a couple of things with you. First, there weren't any problems at the last school?" She looked at Helen with sort of a smirk, a longing smirk.
"No, none. Several teachers are references for Ivy," said Helen. "I just wanted her to have exposure to a Catholic girl's school as I did. I think she'll fit right in. We would have applied for her freshman year, but I was going through a divorce then, and there were too many things in the air."
"Things are OK at home now, I take it?" She had bright red fingernails, too, and they were well-trimmed.
"Thank you for asking, Gwen," said Helen. "I've been dating a while, and the home front is very calm. Almost boring. But my dental practice is going great. There will be no problems covering the fees."
Gwen was an in-the-closet WLW who was very attracted to Helen. She was six feet tall, tan, and an assertive top, having played basketball at San Diego State. Gwen's gaydar was pinging loudly, telling her that Helen Quick was an attractive lesbian, too. Her sex was somewhat sticky, and she smelled her arousal. She was very confident that Helen smelled it also. They were quickly becoming friends.
Once Ivy settled in, there would be time to pursue Helen. Or Ivy. Or both.
Helen got up to leave, and Gwen came around the desk and put her hands on Ivy's shoulders as they stood in the doorway to her office.
"I think Ivy is going to do very well," said Gwen. "She has a beautiful personality, and I feel she'll make many friends quickly. I've assigned her to Deborah Jones, a fellow Junior, to be her ambassador. Here's a school picture of Deborah handing it to Ivy. She'll call you today to introduce herself. She can answer questions about fitting in at St. Mary's Academy." Ivy looked at Deborah, overcome with lust.
Deborah Jones, what with her blond hair and California tan, was drop-dead gorgeous. Ivy was immediately wet, and a noticeable heat settled onto her face and body. Gwen knew at that instant that she had in her office a tandem of mother-daughter lesbians.
"Thanks," squeaked Ivy. She was overcome with joy at the promise of the new school.
"You're welcome," said Gwen. "School starts next Tuesday. I'll see you then."
The Ride Home
Helen had her right hand in Ivy's briefs on the drive home. The two were part-time lovers, and they had something to celebrate. She was slowly jilling Ivy's clit, and Ivy had the leather seat of the BMW X5 back. She was edging and very wet. The air was full of lesbian arousal.
"That couldn't have gone any better, don't you think?" said Helen.
"Mom, you aced that test," said Ivy. "I'm so looking forward to starting there. I can't thank you enough. Kimmie is going to be wild with excitement, too."
"When you showed me Deborah's picture, I got creamy," said Helen. "You two will have a special bond if you follow me."
"I know," said Ivy.
"You know, Gwen is a lesbian too, if my gaydar was accurate."
"100%, said Ivy. "It's an ideal situation for me, I have to say. The key is just to let it unfold for me, to let it happen. I can't wait until next Tuesday."
Just then, her cell phone rang, and it was Deborah.
"Wow, that was fast," answered Ivy. The two juniors were instantly best friends, and the energy was palpable.
Helen increased the pressure on her clit subconsciously. She was so excited for her daughter and a little jealous. Ivy welcomed her mother-lover's hand on her sex, and she was pre-orgasmic for the entire phone call. When Deborah said goodbye, Ivy immediately came hard and fell forward in her seat.
"Oh," said Ivy, coughing. Helen gave her some time to recover. She rubbed her back and squeezed her shoulders.
"That sounded so fucking hot," said Helen.
"For sure. She said that there are many gays at the Academy and that she was one," said Ivy. "You heard me admit the same thing to her. She believes that most of the single female teachers are gay also. It's nice to get that out of the way, to come out, even before school starts. I'm going to fit right in. It seems that I'll have a lot of friends."
"You'll always have a lot of friends," said Helen. "You're so giving, so loving Ivy."
"I'm going to text Kimmie that it's going to be great," said Ivy. "She'll be so happy for me."
She texted Kimmie, who said she'd be free in fifteen minutes. She wanted to hear all the details and what Ivy thought about the academy.
Moving into Kimmie's Condo
Ivy moved most of her clothes and things to Kimmie's over the summer. For example, she brought her bike and stored it in the basement storage. Kimmie gave her the combination to her storage locker, and when she moved her bike, there was just one thing in there: a chair from Kimmie's dead parents that she had forgotten about. Ivy felt older, more mature than her age. She had a big "To Do" list that she worked off of and enjoyed checking things off as she went along. She was moved in after a week of going back and forth, and she went with Helen to a Ford dealer to pick out her car.
Ivy wanted the new Mustang Mach-E, and Helen suggested an Explorer as something more tried and true. They took the Mustang for a test ride and were blown away by the experience. The car felt like it had wings, and Ivy was scared a little. In the end, however, they settled on a bright red Bronco. It was her first car, and Ivy and Kimmie got a kick out of washing it every week to ensure the specks of dirt wouldn't harm her baby. That lasted only a couple of months, though.
For Kimmie, Ivy's presence in the condo was a return to her youth. Sure, they made love regularly, but that wasn't it. It was the whole thing with Kimmie, who came off as a sweet older sister to Ivy. They were madly in love.
The two settled into their weekly schedules once school started on the first Tuesday in September. Ivy loved the regularity of it all. Thursday was the night in, and Friday was the night out at one of Kimmie's many friends. On a Tuesday in mid-October, Kimmie texted Ivy and asked her if she would like to go to a Halloween Party at her friend Bridget's and have a sleepover with a few of the girls. This would be the third sleepover at a friend's place, and Kimmie loved each of the experiences.
K: U there? We have an invite to a Halloween Party.
I: Oh wow, I'm down. You have the best friends.
K: But they always want to make sure you're there. You're a star!
I: You're so good to me.
K: Anyway, I've got a princess costume. Do you have something?
I: No. Can we go shopping later on tonight?
K: I was thinking of that. Albertsons is open until midnight.
I: Yay. Gay girls squeezing the oranges! JJ
At 10:30 p.m., the two hipsters pulled into a parking space near the main entrance. Without a care in the world, they first got the few groceries they came for and then headed for the pharmacy section store where Kimmie had purchased a Halloween costume the year before. Sure enough, Albertson's had a good selection.
Ivy was immediately attracted to a servant's outfit. While Kimmie dawdled among the sale items, Ivy scrutinized the attractive outfit with padding for the breasts. It came in a brown mid-calf skirt and a cream-colored top. There was no one to wait on them, so she pulled on the top and arranged the breast "augmentation" to her satisfaction.
"Damn girl, your tits have grown suddenly," said Kimmie, who bent down to give them a playful kiss.
At the Halloween Party
Most girls wanted a piece of Ivy and the E Cups of her costume at the party. They squeezed them and pulled the nipples while laughing, knowing that they were fake. It was all a part of the scene. There was plenty to eat and drink. Of particular note was a warm cinnamon and apple punch, spiked with a mysterious kind of alcohol. The mood, always positive at their parties, was genuinely joyous on this occasion.
The party host was a twenty-seven-year-old lesbian named Emily. She spent most of the evening with Ivy at one of the last parties. Emily was a randy wench and a full professor at the local community college.
She was bent on fucking Emily and giving some direction on how she liked to be fucked. Emily and Kimmie had talked beforehand about Ivy's likes and dislikes. Emily loves the younger girls, having introduced her younger sisters and cousins to Sappho's wonderful life.
"Girls you meet at our parties have been out for several years," said Emily. "They know what they want, and they're ready to give their partners what they need from a sexual encounter. It's so nice, and most of it happens automatically."
"All I hope for is that I can please girls and be pleased in turn," said Ivy.
"Don't worry, honey, you're a natural," said Emily. "I just want to fuck you all evening. But I must be aware that other women here also want to get with you. Being the youngest and cutest girl has nothing but advantages. Tell me, do you two fuck every day."
"Oh yeah. During the week, it's in the evenings," said Ivy. "On the weekend, we go for morning sex and...evening sex."
Emily chuckled at the revelation. "Now, get in the middle of the bed," she said. "I'm going to eat you, darling. Just lay back and enjoy the ride."
Just then, a beautiful half-naked Hispanic girl named Amelia, whom Ivy recognized from the parties, walked in on them.
"I was just saying how we love to share, and then you walked in right on cue, Amelia. Welcome!"
Amelia quickly stripped and joined Ivy and Emily in bed. She suggested the classic three-way and Ivy and Emily were happy to oblige.
"Oh fuck yeah," said Emily. "I was just telling Ivy she was a natural. She's one of us, a horny lesbian party girl."
Ivy dove into mini-orgy by sitting on the gorgeous Latina's face, putting her hand lightly around Amelia's neck, directing Amelia as she munched on her pussy.
"My god, right there. Please keep doing that," said Emily. Emily got below Amelia and started to consume her cunt.
"Mmmm, Latina pussy," said Emily. "There's nothing better than a shaved Latina." All the girls were immaculately shaven for the party. Amelia loved to fuck to lesbian music and pointed to her "Love" playlist on her iPhone. The first song was DJ Rhiannon's "All the Girls Do It." Indeed, they did. The beats were so sexual.
"I hope I'm doing it right," said Ivy. She was in heaven, but just checking with the lesbian of ten years.
"You're perfect, honey. A natural, like Emily said," responded Amelia, a nurse at the local hospital. "Just enjoy the ride, you dyke."
Ivy was now massaging her breasts and was steadily approaching a climax, her first of many that night. The spirits were out in force on Halloween.
Amelia's left hand was cupping Ivy's ass, and her right hand was prepping her asshole. Amelia licked the bowl of her ass so that it got nice and wet. Her right middle finger was wiggling to the first knuckle inside the sacred passage. Ivy was out of her mind with joi. She had to remember to breathe; the pleasure was overwhelming. She couldn't think of anywhere she would rather be than at a Halloween Party with all the beautiful horny girls. Girl sex had become a beautiful addiction.
"Oh God, right there, Amelia," Ivy declared. Amelia was motorboating Ivy, her long tongue snaking the insides of her pussy, her right finger snaking in her asshole. She was up to two knuckles deep and was massaging her prostate.
Amelia suddenly came from Emily's thumb on her big clit and her mouth and her tongue on and in her vulva. From her vantage point, Ivy smiled at the efforts of Emily, knowing that she did it just like her when it was her turn to eat pussy. Aahhhh.
Ivy was getting a big tingle in her pussy and one in her asshole caused by the finger rubbing her prostate. She cried out,
"I'm cumming, you fucking witch," called Ivy. Her cries made Amelia so happy. Ivy didn't know what she was saying; she was so wrapped in pleasure. "Oohhhh fuck me, honey! Fucking do my ass and my pussy you dyke. Aahhhh, nnuhhhh nnahhhh, Aahhhh, oohhhh right there baby."
Kimmie was next door in the guest room, and she had to excuse herself from some three-way action of her own to witness Ivy cumming so hard. She stood in the doorway, seeing Ivy's eyes roll back, watching Amelia's sloppy ministrations to her ass and cunt. It was better than any porno. Kimmie immediately found her clit and started to jill it rapidly, joining in her protégé's climactic ecstasy. She came immediately at her own hand, her thick ejaculate running down her right leg.
"Oh, Ivy, I love the way you cum so hard," said Kimmie.
"You and I both, Kimmie," said Amelia. "She's a keeper. Where did you find such a beautiful, sexual woman?" Ivy felt warm all over at the nice compliments from the beautiful Amelia.
She wasn't sure it was Amelia under Ivy, and it didn't matter. All the womyn that night could rock anyone's world, and she was overjoyed that Ivy fit right into the action.
Ivy slumped forward onto Amelia, wasted from her first multiple orgasm at one of the parties. With a smirk, Amelia pushed her over to the far side of the bed and turned to spoon her from behind. Kimmie got in the bed too and tucked inside of Ivy. Emily then made it four slender cunts by curling up inside of Kimmie on the big bed. Someone came in and covered them with a blanket.
It was so natural. Nothing was said, but all the girls fell asleep, knowing that Ivy was one of theirs—a real keeper. She loved all of them, and they loved her.
Kimmie and Ivy Make Plans
Over the next few weeks, Kimmie and Ivy got caught up in the lives of a teacher and a student at a prestigious girls' school. But with a glorious Christmas break involving Helen and her lover at a Chalet in the Rocky Mountains, Kimmie popped the question.
"Love, do you see yourself marrying me sometime in the next year or two."
"Wow, you know, I haven't thought about it too much, but whenever I do, I get all warm inside," said Ivy. "I've masturbated to the idea many times if you want the truth. I cum without fail."
"Oh, me too," said Kimmie. "And usually, I come in buckets. Then I fall into a profound and restful nap and wake up ready to tackle the world."
"Are we destined to be together, like, `til death do us part?" asked Ivy.
"Speaking for myself, I think we are," said Kimmie. "I can get a job teaching anywhere. We'd have to see how undergrad goes for you, but I could follow you if you were a doctor or dentist, like your mother."
"Let's keep talking, but I say we wait until the summer after high school graduation and then tie the knot, perhaps in August. I want to settle down near my mother. She has been so good to me."
"Fuck yes. I feel like her adopted child, too. The sex with her and Avery is such a comforting thing. I have to have it, `ya know," said Kimmie. "They are dykes who are tied in if you follow."
Kimmie had been standing and went to the kitchen for a minute. Ivy heard a noise but thought nothing of it.
"So, you say you would marry me, Ivy dear?" asked Kimmie. "Little miss math teacher who talks too much?"
"And is acceptably built, quite acceptably built, you must add," exclaimed Ivy.
"Oh my God," said Kimmie. Then, Kimmie got down on one knee and reached into her jeans pocket to fish out two rings of anelli pasta.
"Oh shit, what's going on, Kimmie?"
Kimmie reached for Ivy's hand and said,
"When you came to my classroom to give me that note these many months ago, a thought overwhelmed me at that instant. `This woman-girl is going to marry me'."
She said, "These rings are poor substitutes, but the thoughts matter. With these rings, or rather, much nicer ones, I will marry you. As soon as possible. Any time, any place. My parents are gone. I'll depend on you to make most of the decisions about the wedding, butterfly. Big wedding, small wedding, or beach wedding. It doesn't matter to me. All that matters is "yes."
"Yes, yes," said Ivy. "While I have never thought about what to say, it's only `yes' to the girl who led me into a church to fuck me, ha ha ha. I will go anywhere with you, babe."
And they kissed and went right to bed to consummate the commitment. To express the shared equality, they both wore strapons that day, and each of them could have sworn that it was alive, that the straps were now women's dicks. Ivy had evolved to more of the top girl in their relationship, and she told Kimmie to put on her strap with the dildo.
Ivy fucked her aggressively, squeezing her breasts and kissing her with sloppy kisses. She had on a nine-inch black beauty, but she stopped occasionally, moved the strap to the side, and licked Kimmie's vulva with her tongue, going deep, touching the cervix. Kimmie moaned,
"I'm cumming already, you dyke. It's beautiful. Aahhhh, Oohhhh, I'm cumming, cumming you..." she said quietly. Then rolled off of her lover. She had visions of her at sixty or seventy with gray hair and Ivy doing the same to her in her later years. Oohhhh. My. God.
She lay there catching her breath, then rose and arranged her wonderful pink dildo. Ivy got on her back in the middle of the bed and came in what seemed like only a few strokes. She was holding fast to Kimmie as if she always wanted her to be her fucker. Babbling, she barely got out,
"Aahhhh, this is the way it should be, Kimmie dear. Oohhhh, promise me you will always try to do me this good."
Kimmie then burst into tears, overwhelmed by her emotions. "I promise you, I will always be the best lover you could ever wish for, Ivy," she said, tears rolling down her face. She looked so good in tears.
"You're such a fucking homo Kimmie, and you're all mine. I love you, Kimmie," said Ivy, and she rolled off the slick dildo, found a pillow, and went to sleep. Kimmie came alongside her, put her arm around her, and kissed her shoulder. They slept for an hour.
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