Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
THE FOLLOWING IS A REPOSTING OF A STORY FROM THE ANN DOUGLAS MAILING LIST. READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU FIND YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC
DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY. (IF SO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THIS NEWSGROUP?)
COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED. IF YOU WOULD
LIKE TO JOIN THE MAILING LIST, PLEASE SEND AN EMAIL TO THE AUTHOR WITH FULL NAME, AGE AND CITY/ STATE/COUNTRY AS WELL AS A STATEMENT THAT YOU WISH TO RECIEVE ADULT STORIES VIA EMAIL.
-SARAH AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
- Part One-
".........And thank you so very much for coming." Sarah said as she shook hands with Mrs. Anderson.
As she closed the classroom door behind the woman, Sarah let out a sign of relief. She thought Mrs. Anderson would never finish. Saint Francis's Open House had ended almost a half hour ago, but Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and go on and on about her precious little "kitten" and how Sarah should be spending more time showcasing her talents. It could've been worse, she thought, Jim Anderson could've come along too. You couldn't get within five feet of that man without him trying to sell you a new insurance policy.
Quickly cleaning up after the departed parents, Sarah grabbed her coat and began to head down the corridor. It had started raining about a half hour ago and most of the other teachers had already left. If she hurried, she could still get home by 10:00.
"Sarah?" Called a soft voice from across the hall.
Sarah turned around to find Sister Mary Theresa coming out of one of the adjacent classrooms.
"I thought you left already?" The Sister asked.
"I would have," Sarah replied. "But Mrs. Anderson managed to corner me before I could go and......."
"Say no more..." Sister Theresa said as she held up her hand to interrupt her fellow teacher. "I had her older girl Betty in my class a few years ago."
"Was she as bad back then?"
"Worse," Sister Theresa replied. "I think maybe she's mellowing with age." She added with a smile.
Both the smile and the laugh of the young Philippine Nun was contagious, Sarah couldn't help but return it. When Sister Theresa suggested she have a cup of tea before she went, Sarah forgot all about her rush and agreed.
Sister Theresa had been Sarah's friend since he first day as a teacher, eight months ago. Six years before, she had been Sarah's Math Teacher during the Nun's own first year at Saint Francis. Part of the reason she had landed the plumb assignment at this prestigious school was that she had been an honor graduate. The fact that she had graduated with honors was partly due to the help Sister Theresa had given her that difficult senior year.
As they sipped tea in the now empty Teacher's Lounge, Sarah thoughts drifted back to that troubled final year. A late bloomer, Sarah had quickly earned the nickname "Plain Jane" McKenna from her classmates. Try as she could, she just couldn't fit in. Even as a senior, dates had been few and far in between. Not that Sarah really minded. She had never really been all that interested in guys anyway. They got in the way of her single minded determination to succeed.
Still, every girl wants to fit in. And it was because of such that Sarah took part in what she would always remember as the great shower peek show.
Sister Theresa was brand new at Saint Francis then, and having come from the Philippines, was considered something of a mystery. The girls guessed she had to have been in her mid twenties , but looked about seventeen. Her Order still wore the old style habits, so her body was covered from head to toe. The obvious question was, what does a Nun look like under all that heavy clothing.
It had been Jenny Marinelli who had first come up with the idea. She'd discovered that Sister Theresa was in the habit of using the shower in the girls locker room after the last gym class every day. If they really wanted to sneak a peek, that was their chance.
So one Friday afternoon, they had snuck back into the locker room and done just that. To their amazement, Sister Theresa looked like any other woman naked. True, she was a little on the plump side, but after all, who said a Nun had to be skinny. The crudest comment came from Jenny herself.
"Did you see the tits on her?" She asked the other girls after they had moved to the safety of the school yard. "They had to at least been a 38D. What a waste on a Nun."
The other girls had all agreed.
To Sarah, however, the experience had changed her life. Several time after that she had found herself back in the locker room at the end of the day, sneaking another look at her teacher. Her naked brown body stirred a strange longing within her and she began having forbidden dreams about the Nun.
As senior year neared it's end, Sarah abruptly stopped her late afternoon visits. In her mind she was now accepted three certainties. First, that she wanted to be a teacher - nothing was as important as achieving that goal. The second was something she was sure that she would keep to herself forever. She was a lesbian, and she was in love with Sister Theresa.
"You seem a little distracted?" Sister Theresa said as Sarah stared into empty space.
"Oh, sorry..." She replied. "It's just been a long day."
"How inconsiderate of me." Theresa said. "If it wasn't for me you'd be home by now. Sister Catherine always said once I get to talking I loose all concept of time."
"It's all right, really." Sarah said with a broad smile. "I really do enjoy your company. As long as you brought her up, how is Sister Catherine?"
"She's doing fine," Theresa said as she cleared the table. "She's all settled in at her new school and things are working out fine with her father."
Sister Mary Catherine had been Theresa's mentor since she had first come to Saint Francis. In fact, due to a shortage of rooms in the tiny convent, they had been roommates for the last six years. She had recently been transferred to San Francisco at her own request to be closer to her ill father.
"I guess you must miss her." Sarah said as she cleared the trash.
Sister Theresa hesitated for a moment and seemed to be thinking or something.
"Yes I do." She finally answered.
Sister Theresa was uncharacteristically quiet as umbrella's in hand they set off for the parking lot. The stocky Nun seemed to be lost in memories, but had still insisted on seeing Sarah safely to her car.
Saint Frances was twenty miles from town, and at this time of night the parking lots would be deserted.
"Oh no!" Sarah exclaimed as she reached her small blue escort and saw to her dismay, the front driver's side tire was as flat as a pancake. "I don't even have a spare."
"We'll have to call from the office to see if we can get a tow truck out here. "Sister Theresa said as she bent down to examine the damage.
-SARAH AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
(an309642@anon.penet.fi)
- Part Two-
Fifteen minutes later, Sister Theresa emerged from the Mother
Superior's Office to find Sarah still dripping in the waiting room.
"I have good news and bad news." She said as she walked up to her.
"Lets have the good new first." Sarah said as she shook with
a slight chill.
"Well I talked to Mr. Kelly down at the garage and he said it
would be no problem getting a truck out here."
"What's the bad news?"
"He said it would be no problem first thing tomorrow."
"Oh no, what am I going to do."
"Don't worry," Theresa said with a smile. "I've already talked with Mother Patricia and she said it would be no problem putting you up for the night."
"That's a relief." Sarah mused.
"One small problem with that though." Theresa added. "Since Father Kolowski is already using the guest quarters, you're going to have to use Sister Catherine's old bed in my room. I'm afraid I have one of the worst rooms in the convent, it's all the way in the west wing behind the storage rooms. In fact
at one time it was a storage room."
"No problem," Sarah said in a tired voice. "Right now I don't care if its a barn, as long as it's got a bed."
"Great!" Theresa said in an animated voice.
After a quick stop at the laundry to pick up clean sheets, Sarah followed Sister Theresa through a long dark corridor past the kitchen and storage rooms. Only a few small emergency lights lit the way. Once the kitchen was closed for
the evening, the main lights were shut down.
"You weren't kidding about your room being way out of the way." Sarah said as they reached a large wooden door.
"Well until they finally complete the new wing, we have to make do." Theresa said as she opened the door with an old metal key. "And most of the other Sisters were more than happy to have Catherine and I sleeping far away from them."
"Why is that?" Sarah asked curiously.
"Catherine snored liked a lumberjack, and I have a bad habit of talking in my sleep."
"Well growing up I shared a room with two sisters so I'm sure I'll have no problem." Sarah retorted.
Dropping the sheets on the single metal frame bed, Sarah looked about the room. The walls were painted a soft blue, with a white lace curtain hanging aside the far window. A small desk occupied a corner, and on it were four framed photographs. Three were of Sister Theresa's family back in Luzon. The other was a 5x7 of her and Sister Catherine in front of the school.
"Be it ever so humble...." Theresa said as she began to help
Sarah make the bed.
With the bed finally done, Theresa walked over to her own bed
and began to take off her habit. In the six years since the great peep show, the Order had changed to a more modern look.
Sarah was caught by surprise as the chubby Nun began to strip.
"Well you didn't think we slept in them, did you?" Theresa said as she began to unhook her habit from behind.
"Why no, of course not." Sarah replied.
In fact, she had thought just that, as silly as it sounded. The only way she had been able to get over her youthful infatuation with Theresa was to banish the image of her naked brown body from her memory. In had become near impossible for
her to visualize the round woman without the protective brown
habit.
As the habit joined her headpiece on the dressing chair, Theresa stood in just a white bra and panties. Sarah tried very hard not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Then when the white bra topped the pile, Sarah had to bite her lip to keep her composure.
If anything, Theresa's breasts had grown larger over the years with the extra pounds she had gained. This was the closest she had ever been to those dark brown nipples and she couldn't take her eyes away. In the cool night air, Theresa's
nipples stood out like small erasures. Sarah felt a tingling in her own much smaller breasts.
Unaware of Sarah's fascination with her body, Theresa moved to a dresser draw and pulled out a blue nightshirt. With a quick motion she slipped it on, covering her large breasts.
As she turned and finally noticed the look on Sarah's face, Theresa assumed it was due to her attire.
"I guess you were expecting something made out of burlap." Theresa said as she indicated her garment. "But regular nightwear has been ok for years. Even if it has Mickey on the
front." She added as she pointed to the large mouse figure draped across her mounds.
"Now to find something for you." Theresa continued as she looked back into the draw. "What do you normally wear?"
"Err....I usually sleep without...." Sarah said without thinking.
"Ok, suit yourself." Theresa replied as she closed the dresser and crawled into the bed.
Sarah quickly stripped down to her bright red panties and slipped under her sheet. A smile crossed her lips as Theresa wished her goodnight.
"It's a good thing I'm not a guy." Sarah thought as she began to drift off to sleep. "Cause I'd have the hard on to end all hard ons right now."
-SARAH AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
- Part Three-
Sarah found that she was unable to sleep more than a half hour. Tired as she had been, she couldn't get Theresa's naked image out of her head. She had been over it years ago, she kept repeating to herself. She'd had several affairs with other women and had even fallen in love for a time. Why was it so hard to put this Nun out of her thoughts.
"Because she was the first....." Sarah said to herself. "And she was the one you could never have."
Burying her head in the pillow, Sarah once again tried to find elusive sleep.
About an hour later, Sarah was still trying. Then she heard a soft mumbling from across the room. Theresa was saying something, but she couldn't make it out. Was she praying?
Then Sarah remembered what Theresa had said earlier about sometimes talking in her sleep. Intrigued, she rose silently from her bed and moved a little closer to try and hear better.
Tiptoeing across the room, Sarah found that she could now hear Theresa clearly. Understanding her was another thing entirely. Sister Theresa was speaking in Tagalog, her native tongue. She also seeming to be rocking back and forth in her bed, perhaps she was having a nightmare.
Deciding that it would be better not to wake her, Sarah began to return back to her bed when she heard an English word. Theresa was calling Sister Catherine's name.
Curiosity renewed, Sarah returned to her earlier position and moved around the bed to get a better look. Theresa had kicked her sheets to the foot of the bed, giving Sarah a clear view of the sleeping woman.
"Omigod!" Sarah whispered in amazement as she stepped back and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from calling out.
She looked again to be sure of what she had seen, not that she had any real doubt. With her Mickey Mouse nightshirt pulled up around her waist, Theresa had pulled down her panties and was masturbating with vigor. Sarah looked again to be sure that she really was asleep. Then she heard her call out Sister Catherine's name again.
"I can't believe this." Sarah said to herself as she unconsciously dropped her hand to her own panty covered mound. "Were the two Nuns lovers?"
Sliding her fingers beneath her waist band, Sarah ran her fingers across her rapidly growing wetness. She had heard stories that many Nuns were gay, but was always though them stories. But then every story had some truth in it. A girlfriend's sister had become a Nun and once told her that during their first few years they were never allowed to be alone with another Sister. There always had to be a third Nun present.
A soft moan from Theresa snapped Sarah back from her musings. She didn't know about another Nuns, but she was sure that Theresa was as much a lesbian as she was. It was a shock to realize this and she was torn at what to do. To suddenly discover that her forbidden impossible love was actually possible made her a little light-headed. The sensible thing she told herself, would be to crawl back to bed and try to sort it all out in the morning.
Unfortunately, with all of her long buried adolescent fantasies suddenly exploding in both the forefront of her mind as well as within the growing fire between her legs, sensible was the last thing she wanted to be.
A small rational voice deep within her cried out that she was being foolish. That she could be throwing away everything she had worked for so long. But that voice of reason was quickly downed out by a rising chorus of passion.
With a trembling hand, Sarah reached down and brushed her fingers across the hairy edge of Sister Theresa's maidenhood. Summoning her courage, she moved it downward and soon reached the light pink clitoris nestled between the dark brown lips. Gently stroking it, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
Sarah was debating her next move when Teresa began to stir. Sensing the strange touch on her body, she began to open her dark brown eyes.
"Catherine..?" She asked sleepily.
As her eyes fully opened she remembered Catherine was long gone. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, then she saw Sarah sitting next to her.
"Blessed Mary, Mother of God!" She exclaimed as she jumped up in the bed, causing Sarah to be startled.
Theresa pulled the sheet around her, horrified that her former student had witnessed her shameful weakness. All those years of hiding her lusts within these stone walls were now exposed.
"Oh Sarah, please forgive me." She said in a rapid tone.
"Forgive you?" Sarah asked. "Forgive you for what?"
"For my sinful display of course."
"Theresa, in my mind, the only thing sinful about what you were doing is the fact that you were doing it alone." Sarah said in a calm understanding voice.
"I don't understand?" Theresa said, a perplexed expression on her face.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Sarah continued. "But the way I see it, you Sister Mary Theresa are a bona-fided lesbian and I'd bet my last paycheck that you and Sister Catherine were a lot more than roommates."
Theresa's brown skin paled with embarrassment as she listened to Sarah. All her life she'd had these feelings, even as a little girl in her village. Her parents, with their strong unbending catholic upbringings, never could understand that she was different. When she showed no interest in the young men who approached her father about taking her as a wife, the decision was made to ship her off to the convent school at age 16. Marriage or the Convent, there had been no middle ground.
It wasn't until she had come to America that she found the words to describe what she felt. And it wasn't until she had met Catherine that she came to grips with those feelings. Within these stone walls they had been able to create a private world, safe from prying eyes. Until now.
"I know what you're thinking," Sarah said. "That the minute morning comes, everyone in the school is going to know what you and Catherine have been doing back here. But believe me when I say, no one will ever hear anything of
-SARAH AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
- Part Four-
"You'll keep my secret?" Theresa asked.
"I guess I'd have to, especially after I tell you that I share the same secret. I supposed that makes us members of a different sort of sisterhood."
"You're a lesbian?" The Nun asked as she finally started to relax.
"Since I was 17." Sarah said. "Since the days when you used to tutor me in math."
Sarah went on to tell Theresa everything. About how she had discovered her emerging homosexuality as a teenager. Of the secret feeling she had harbored toward Theresa all those lonely days and nights. She even told her all about the great shower peek show and of the many afternoons she had return to the shower to watch her.
"I'm overwhelmed." Theresa stated. "I had no idea. I was so afraid of showing any feelings outside of this room, it was years before I even let myself have any friends."
With the specter of discovery banished, Sarah and Theresa returned to the friendly warmness they had shared in so many late night discussions. The only change was that now there were no longer any secrets between them.
"I have to ask," Sarah interrupted. "Since they would kick you out of the Order if they found out about you and Catherine, and since even becoming a Nun was your parents idea not yours, what didn't you just leave?".
"That's a pretty big question." Sarah said. "And there's no easy answer. There are two main reasons I guess. The first is that even if I left, Catherine wouldn't. She's been in the order twenty five years, and had no wish to start over. Over the last year she began to become increasingly worried that someone would find out. When her father became ill, she jumped at the excuse to request a transfer and put an end to our relationship."
"But Catherine left three months ago...."
"The second reason is simply that I'm afraid. This is the only life I've know. How could I survive outside these walls. Yet I know if I don't come to a decision soon, I'm going to follow the same path as Catherine. I don't want to wake up one day and find myself all alone. I've been so alone these last weeks, I feel so empty. My life is a lie and I don't know what to do about it."
Sarah took both Theresa's hands in her own. Looking into her dark eyes, she smiled and said.
"First of all, you're not alone - at least not anymore. No matter what you eventually decide, I'll stand with you. Even if I have to stand up and tell the world who I really am."
"You'd do that?" Theresa asked emotionally. "How could you decide to sacrifice everything so easily?"
"When I think about all the things you did for me. About how I wouldn't be where I am if not for your help. Then the decision isn't all that difficult."
Theresa gripped her hands tightly, overcome with affection for her former student. For the first time in her life, she knew the true meaning of love.
"You said that was the first thing." Theresa finally said with a beaming smile "What was the second?"
"Something I wish I'd done six years ago...." Sarah said as she leaned forward and kissed Theresa on her mouth.
Taken by surprise, Theresa didn't know how to respond. Aside from the few boys she had dated back in the Philippines, she had never kissed anyone. Her physical relationship with Catherine had been restricted to mutual masturbation. She had never actually made love to anyone - man or woman.
She found Sarah's kiss to be soft and pleasing. When she felt the moist warmth of Sarah's tongue against her mouth she instinctively opened to admit it. The warmth spread throughout her body, bringing to life long denied urges.
"I love you, Theresa." Sarah said as she broke the kiss. "I've loved you since I was a student. I want to make love to you, if you'll let me."
The quickness in which she answered yes surprised Theresa. She felt as she had just taken a giant step in regaining her own life. Whether Sarah was going to be a part of that life was a question for the future. For the moment, the world beyond this room no longer existed. All that mattered was the warmth of Sarah's body pressed against her own, and the triphammer beating of their hearts.
"You don't know how many nights I've dreamed of these big beautiful breasts." Sarah exclaimed as she pulled the blue nightshirt up over Teresa's head.
Lifting one of the large breasts with both hands, she lifted it to her mouth. Teresa's auerole had to be almost threes inches across, dark brown against a lighter shaded skin. Sarah began to suck tenderly on the nipple, sending ripples of delight through Teresa's body. Her tongue began to dart alongside the dark circle, covering it with her hot saliva. Then she would take as much of it as she could inside her mouth, her tongue playing with the hard nipples as she did.
While Sarah switched her attention to the other mammoth mound, Teresa reached down and slid her hand in between Sarah's legs. To her surprise, Sarah's crotch was hairless, giving it a wet, slippery feeling. Already well lubricated by Sarah's own earlier attentions, it effortlessly admitted her two fingers, followed quickly by a third. Moving as fast as she could, she began to furiously finger-fuck her new lover.
Sarah responded by continuing to pay with her melon sized tits, alternating between kissing, sucking or just plain squeezing them. She would then bury her face between them, pulling them tight against her cheeks as she licked the skin in between.
Bringing her attentions downward, Sarah soon confronted the hairiest pussy she had ever seen. Most of Theresa's body had some hair on it, but no where was it fuller than between her legs. Normally Sarah liked a closely trimmed crotch, or one clean shaven like her own. But knowing that she was approaching virgin territory made the thick shrub all the more exciting.
Reaching her objective, she used both hands to pull apart the fleshy skin and reveal the pinkness within. The fragrant aroma of raw womanhood greeted her nostrils as she reached in with her tongue and licked around her clit. Then she began to explore inside Teresa, using her talented tongue like a doctor's probe.
Teresa laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves of new sensations. If only she had know it could be this wonderful. Her pussy throbbed with excitement as Sarah's tongue drew more and more sweet nectar. The younger woman buried her face between her tighs, causing the older woman to erupt again in a burst of girlcum.
"Mmmmm" Sarah moaned as she sucked the fruit of her labors into her mouth.
Teresa was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of ecstasy raced through her body. Her fingers had slid out of Sarah's cunt a few minutes before with the onset of orgasm. Not that Sarah cared. All she wanted to do was drain her pussy dry.
Teresa's body shook twice more, then finally she could give no more. Never had see felt so exhausted or satisfied. Sarah just laid there, licking the spilled juices from her legs. When she finally emerged, her face was covered from cheek to cheek with shiny girlcum.
Pulling herself up along side Teresa, she gave her a long penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her mouth, sending a new surge of satisfaction within her. Experimenting with her own tongue, she explored the wetness of Sarah's mouth.
Embracing Sarah she ran her hands across her much smaller pale breasts, playing with the nipples as she had seen Sarah do. Kissing one after the other, she was delighted to find that Sarah's body had it's own unique taste. She couldn't wait to explore the rest of her.
"Later," Sarah said as she kissed her once more. "Right now I just want you to hold me."
With that, Teresa pulled Sarah closer, letting her rest her head upon those huge brown breasts which had so fascinated her before. For long minutes they just laid there as Teresa pondered her actions. Surprisingly she didn't feel the least bit of guilt. An emotion which had always followed any activity with Catherine. If anything, she felt contentment.
Brushing Sarah's light blonde hair away from her face, Teresa smiled as she realized that her new love had fallen asleep. She kissed her on the forehead and laid her head against Sarah's. In less than five minutes, she too was fast asleep.
Four months later, Sister Mary Theresa walked into Mother Patricia's office and announced she was giving up her vows. Before the month was out, she had resettled in New England as the new assistant principle of an exclusive girl's school.
At the end of the school year, Sarah too tendered her resignation, citing a better job offer. The Penderhouse School was more than happy to welcome her to their staff, especially after the flowing recommendation she had received from their new assistant principle.
END -- Ann Douglas