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The return to boarding school was a real let down
after the holiday season I had just spent at my cousin’s place. Rigid
schedules enforced by the strict discipline of the Catholic order of nuns
that ran the all girl school was absolute. There was little if any
tolerance for creativity or fun. The girls of today were the wives and
mothers of tomorrow. Every day it was up at six, mass at seven, breakfast
at eight with classes from nine am till five pm with a break between noon
and one pm for lunch.
Besides the usual classes of math, English and science a strong emphasis
on home economics and catholic dogma was taught. Dinner began promptly at
six and ended at seven. Each meal was a lesson in proper social banter
with an upper classman at the head of each table both leading and
instructing it’s occupants in both how to behave and guide the discussions
at the meal table. It was surely nothing like the lively discussions I had
witnessed during the meals shared with my family during the holiday.
Between six and eight pm a return to the classrooms where study hall
began, the opportunity to complete the homework assigned earlier in the
day and review lessons taught, to prepare for the inevitable quiz or test.
Personal hygiene began at seven in staggered groups; due to a limited
number of bathtubs for the younger classman it was necessary to rotate
their use. The upper classroom had a community shower, which could
accommodate as many as ten girls at once affording little or no privacy to
them. In general the girls till age twelve were allowed to use the stalled
tub areas and girls thirteen to eighteen used the showers. There were some
exceptions, of course, determined by the on set of puberty. After one
showered they were allowed to return to there dorms which had large
community bathrooms where a girl could dry her hair, set it, trim her
nails. Finally as we readied for bed we were allowed community time where
we could visit with each other (with supervision, of course, at which time
the nuns took notes on how we interacted with one another). Lights out
(bedtime) was staggered depending on the age of the girls in the dorm room
but generally happened between nine pm and ten pm.
The only time a girl had any privacy was in a toilet stall or while taking
a bath in one of the twenty tub stalls. I hasten to point out that privacy
in the bath was limited as a nun would arrive at some point during your
bath to supervise that proper attention was paid to cleaning ones private
areas (at which time they could look for the visual cues of approaching
puberty) and scrub your back.
Normally I might not have taken note of the sounds coming from the
cubicles around me but after having experienced first hand the sights,
smells and yes sounds of sex my keen ear picked up the unmistakable sound
of ragged rapid breathing coming from the cubicle next to mine. I smiled
to myself as my hand drifted between my legs to join my unseen friend in
gently massaging my pleasure jewel, becoming lost in the sensations that
soon washed over me.
You can imagine how startled I was to see Sister Mary Margaret standing
over me a scowl on her face. I thought for sure I was in for it as she
knelt next to the tub to take the washcloth from me and proceeded to scrub
my back and genitals without saying a word and than she was gone. I
thought perhaps she didn’t see or understand what she saw as nothing was
said for almost a week and than I was called to the Mother Superior’s
office and I thought for sure I was going to get it. Imagine my surprise
when I was told I was being moved to one of the semi-private rooms of an
upper classman. I returned to the dorm elated with the idea of moving out
of the crowded room I had lived in and hurriedly gathered my things to
follow Sister Mary upstairs to my new room. There, already unpacking was
another girl from my dorm who Sister Mary introduced as Sue. Little did I
realize that we two were destined to become best friends and more.
I don’t believe either of us got much sleep the first few days after we
moved into our new room, as we were both to excited. I had difficulty at
first adjusting to the idea of being naked in full view of ten other girls
but soon realized that no one cared. I soon caught myself checking out the
other girl’s bodies and found that just as one boy’s dick varied in size
and shape so did a girl’s vagina. I found that girls unlike boys had many
more distinguishing features than boys. Boys always notice the size of
girl’s tits but fail to see (due to obstructed vision) the difference in
the size of their aureoles and nipples, the sometimes subtle, sometimes
sharp curve of her hips. As distinctive as breasts are boys can little
conceives that a girl’s ass can be just as distinctive. It was the
beginning of the realization that boys have it easy, they are all about
their dicks but a girl is a package, all of which seals the deal.
I was awakened one night by heavy breathing from across the room and
immediately realized these were the same sounds I had heard weeks earlier
while bathing. I smiled as I realized why the two of us had been so
surreptitiously moved and decided to see if my roommate was ready to
explore new avenues. I slipped out of bed and removed my night clothing
stepping across the room to her bed. In the darkness I could hear her
struggling to achieve release, I bent lifting the sheet and slid on to the
bed next to her placing one arm under her head as the other trailed down
her body to replace the hand she had just removed. “What are you doing?”
came her whisper from the darkness. “Helping you finish what you started.”
I whispered back as my fingers easily slid between her moist gash to find
her already distended pearl. She groaned as my fingertip lightly traced
the outline of the shroud encircling her pleasure bead. With slow sure
strokes I enflamed the already kindled passion to a fever pitch, her
abdomen quivering with every loop of my fingers. I bent to suckle her
blood engorged nipples as she moaned her approval but I didn’t stop there
I trailed kisses done her chest and belly across her pelvis and urged her
to spread her legs as my head sank between them she asked, “What at are
you doing?” I answered by swiping my tongue across her distended clit,
“Jesus!” she gasped as her entire body rocked its approval. She fought it
but when she finally came she pulled her pillow from beneath her head and
over her face to muffle her ecstatic cries as a geyser after geyser of
fluid exploded from her orifice flooding my mouth with her creamy essence.
She pulled me up to lie next to her our naked bodies entwining as she her
climaxed body in it’s afterglow sought to snuggle with my own. We lay so
for at least an hour her fingers lightly pushing back an errant hair as
she said, “Thank you!” and kissed my lips.
I surprised her by opening my mouth and pressing my tongue against her
pursed lips instinctively her mouth fell open and our tongues swirled
around each other’s mouth.
Sue giggled as we finished saying, “That feels funny.” “I have a lot to
show you, if you want to learn.” She eagerly agreed and soon the student
was more proficient than the teacher. We made love nightly for many months
until one morning I awoke to a gentle touch trailing down my back and over
my but to grasp my ass. I smiled and spread my legs as that hand ran
between my ass cheeks to my vulva. Gentle lips pressed against the nape of
my neck as cloth draped against my shoulder, I turned my head and opened
my eyes to find Sister’s gently smiling face before mine. Before I could
speak her lips pressed against mine as her hand took mine and guided it to
her chest. Through the thickly layered cloth I could feel a woman’s
breast. This surprised me, as I never thought of the nuns as being women.
I turned my body to face hers waking Sue who immediately grasped the
situation at hand. We were at a loss at what to do but Sister broke the
spell by motioning for us to help her in removing her habit.
Underneath laid the body of a stunningly beautiful young woman. Her red
hair was close cropped and her skin pale and be freckled. Her firm, full
breasts proudly announced their arousal with thick nipples that pointed up
and out. Her red pubic hair was thick and curly pointing at the thick
labial petals between her legs, which now glistened with moisture. I had
not seen another mature woman naked beside my mother and envied her fully
developed figure. No words were spoken as Sue and I ran our hands and
mouths over her alabaster skin exploring every inch of this sensuous
creature. Her body positively quivered at our touch and she was soon
gasping for air and moaning her approval of our actions. Her vaginal
juices flowed liberally as we took turns partaking of the sweet nectar
flowing from deep within her body. She returned better than she got with
knowledge of our bodies that only years of experience can teach. With her
help we were able to slip away from school grounds several times to
explore the neighboring boys military academy and surrounding community.
It seemed the boys were as curious about us as we were about them. It was
during one of these expeditions that we were found off school grounds.
We did not tell of Sister’s involvement but punishment had to be given and
as I was a known troublemaker it fell on me. I did not help my cause by
being unrepentant. Soon after that I was expelled from the school and
returned to foster care. At almost fourteen I was fresh meat in every
foster home I lived. Regardless of who sought out my companionship I was a
bad influence on the family and passed to another foster home. In
retrospect I tried so hard to “fit in” that I didn’t. Sue and I wrote over
the years and when she married “the boy next door” I was maid of honor at
her wedding. |
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