Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 23:10:40 PDT From: Rik Jacobsen Subject: Christmas Vacation Christmas Vacation by Riki Jacobsen Please e-mail and let me know what you think of the story. Readers have asked me if the Riki and the nun stories are true. Yes, they are. I had been arguing with my mother since I got home from school about going to Grandma's during Christmas vacation. Mom and Dad were planning on leaving the day after Christmas and being gone for eight days! I didn't want to go. I had basketball practice. I was a starter on our 8th grade team and if I skipped that many practices I would lose my spot and sit the bench. Mom said that I wasn't old enough to stay alone and I had to go along. I went into the living room and threw myself on the couch to sulk. "I'm fourteen years old," I shouted towards the kitchen. "That's too young," my mother called back. Eight days at my Grandmother's would be torture and the six hour car ride, well I might as well die now. I curled myself up with my back to the room and tried to think of another angle for my argument with mom. I didn't want to be away from Sister Michael John for eight whole days! Then it hit me. Sister Michael John was the answer. I jumped up and went to the kitchen to sell mom on the idea that I had just come up with. "Is your biggest concern that I am too young to stay by myself?" "Yes, it is. I know how important basketball is to you. Your dad and I are very proud of how hard you are working. I just think fourteen is too young to stay alone. Call me old fashioned." "What if Sister Michael John would agree to stay with me while you are gone?" I started to talk fast so that I could get everything out before she said it was a crazy idea. I reminded her that Sister Michael John stayed in the convent all alone during the week after Christmas while all the other nuns went to visit their families. Sister Michael John didn't have any family and she would be alone. We just lived across the street from the convent so she could easily go back to do whatever work she and to do. Maybe she would like to have someone to be with so she wouldn't be alone during the holidays. When I stopped talking my mom said, "Riki, that's an excellent idea. I'm going to call her right now and see if she would be willing to babysit you." Sister Michael John said yes she would be happy to stay with me while my parents were gone and what a lovely idea. Mom said it was my idea. I wanted to scream with joy. I was grinning ear-to-ear. Mom saw my smile and said, "Now you can play basketball." She gave me a big hug and told me to set the table for dinner. Mom, Dad and the kids left by 8 A.M. the day after Christmas. I was so nervous and excited that I didn't know what to do. The house was spotless. My mom kept a very tidy home. Sister and I had decided she should wait until 10 A.M. before she came over just to be sure my folks were really gone. All of my friends were gone too so we were going to be totally alone for eight whole days. I decide to turn back the bed in my parents' room. That is where the two of us would spend the next eight nights. I was looking out our front window and exactly at ten, Sister came out of the convent, crossed the street, walked up to our front door and rang the doorbell. Breathlessly I opened the door and said, "Welcome to my home!" She had a huge smile on her face as she came into the hallway. I took her bag and sat it down by the hall tree. Then I took her coat and hung it up. There she stood. Alone with me for eight days. I took her hand and walked her from room to room. "What a lovely Christmas tree." "This is my favorite room. I love the fireplace. Dad hauled in plenty of wood so we wouldn't have to mess with bringing it in from the backyard. He also gave me lessons in building a fire." I held her hand and we just looked at the fire. She kissed me lightly and said that she would really like to change into something more comfortable than her habit. I picked up her bag and led her upstairs to my parent's room. This is where my mom said Sister should sleep. I sat her bag down. I turned to her and we both looked around the room and our eyes both ended up on the bed. "Let me help you hang up your things so that they won't get all wrinkled." She took off her habit one piece at a time and I hung up the robes and placed the other pieces on mom's dresser. Still in her slip, she sat down on the bed to take off her shoes and stockings. I sat these together neatly against the wall. When I turned back to her she was sitting there in her slip and underclothes. Her soft, brown curls were smashed from her cap. I used my fingers to fluff up her hair, but they didn't do too good of a job. I took my mom's hairbrush and got up on the bed behind her on my knees and gently brushed her hair. There weren't any tangles and the brush easily passed through her curls. I had done what I thought I could to fix her hair and stopped, but she said, "Don't stop, Riki. It feels so nice having you brush my hair. Can you see the goose bumps all over me?" Now I did. So I kept brushing with that same gentle stroke. She leaned back and closed her eyes, and sighed a sigh that said she was very happy. I stopped brushing and bent down and kissed her letting my tongue just lightly play along her lips. She reached up and put her arms around me and we kissed a long, tender kiss. I sat down so that we could wrap our arms around each other and we kissed tenderly for a very long time. We knew that nothing needed to be rushed. Eventually we stretched out side-by-side. I'm not sure exactly how that happened. It just did. I loved to look at her face. It wasn't very often that I got see see her without her habit and she looked so different. We kissed and nuzzled and let our hands explore each other's body. One-by-one she unbuttoned my shirt. It was so exciting to have her undressing me! When she undid the last button, she slid her arms around me and let her hands caress the naked skin on my back. Soon I felt her fingers on the hooks to my bra. She quickly opened it. Then her hands came back around and covered both my breasts. She pushed my bra out of the way and she rubbed her cheeks against my breasts. It felt so nice. She lay with her face like that, rubbing her cheek against my nipples. Her hand found the snap of my jeans. I heard the sound of it opening and of my zipper slowly going down. She sat up, and grabbed the bottoms of my jeans and after some tugging, pulled them and my panties off. I removed my bra and shirt and lay back waiting to see what she would do next. She got up on her knees and pulled her slip over her head. She quickly shed her bra and her panties, and lay down beside me on the bed. We seemed to be in awe of the situation we were in right then. We were alone, naked, and in a wonderful bedroom, not a closet or choir loft. Our touches were tentative and shy. We smiled a lot. I put my hands over both her breasts and pushed them flat and then moved my hands in a circular motion. Her moan told me this felt good. She lay back and let me rub her like this for quite awhile. Then she slid her hands down to my ass and pulled me closer to her. Her tongue licked my lips very lightly. Her kiss was very gentle. She was in no hurry. She was licking me in places she had never been before. She moved to my armpit. My hair there was very light. She licked and kissed the tender skin. She blew warm air into the center of my pit. Her touch sent chills running up the back of my neck. I had no idea that my armpit could be so sensitive. From there she started kissing down the inside of my arm. The inside of my elbow was such a turn on. She licked it and blew softly. Little pleasure sounds escaped from me. Sister looked at me, smiled, and moved down to my fingers. One by one she sucked on them. She sucked and licked, and it was warm and wonderful. She was doing things I didn't even know could be done. She still had my index finger in her mouth, when she looked up at me with a glint in her eyes that said she was about to make a change. She smiled and slid my finger out of her mouth with a big slurp. Her other hand slid down my belly and she dipped just her index finger into my very wet pussy. She pulled it out and brought it up to my mouth. I greedily took it into my mouth and sucked my juices from her finger. She leaned down and gave me a soft, wet kiss, and let her tongue lick my pussy juices from my lips. After a long, heavy look, Sister Michael John swung her body around and stretched out on top of me. The weight of her wasn't uncomfortable, instead it created pressure sensations everywhere up and down my body. She slowly moved her hips and rubbed against me. She raised her body up with her arms and slid up and down, dragging her breasts over mine. My nipples were getting harder and more erect . She lowered her mouth to just above my right nipple, stuck out her tongue and let it drag across my nipple as she continued to slide up and down. I was melting from all of the wonderful sensations she was creating for me. Just the heat of her body would have been enough to thrill me, but there was so much more. Sister had the pacing down perfectly. When I thought I couldn't stand to have my nipple touched again, she lowered herself back on top of me, slipped to one side and took it right into her mouth. Her tongue and lips were wet with saliva and she made slurping sounds as she sucked. Sister's right hand was kneading my left breast. Not too hard, but enough to gives me little chills when she moved over my nipple. She seemed content to indulge herself on my breasts, and her pleasure sent waves of electricity through my body. I had never been happier. I had been just enjoying all of the attention Sister was showering on me, but now I wanted to be a more active participant. I turned onto my side so that I could get my hands on her beasts. Her nipples hardened within seconds. My mouth covered the closest one and my tongue licked her nipple. It was her turn to make those little pleasure sounds that turned me on. I put my hands around both breasts and pushed them together. Now I could lick one and then suck the other with only a little wasted effort or time. Finally the silence was broken, and the passion was heating up. Sister urged me on. "Oh yes, Riki. That is so good. I have dreamed of this day for weeks." "Talk to me Sister. Tell me what you want me to do." "Bite my breasts while you suck on them. You know how much I love it when you do that." I took a big mouthful of her breast, away from her nipple, and I sucked as hard as I could, while using my teeth to bite the skin. Not too hard, but hard enough that she could feel the pain with the pleasure. She reached for my breast and got herself turned so that she could suck on mine at the same time. We were both going to have red love marks all over our tits, but I didn't care. We had eight days to make love. Sucking on each other's breasts at the same time is just the best thing I can think of. Doing the sixty-nine is great too, but I love breasts so much that sometimes I get dizzy thinking about devouring Sister's big, soft, wonderful breasts. I glanced at the clock and noticed that we had been licking and sucking, and grabbing and pinching, and kissing each other's breasts for nearly half an hour. I had died and gone to heaven. I stopped and just lay my head on her chest, she did the same. We needed a break. Time out did not last long. We soon moved so that we could kiss again. Long, slow, and very wet kisses. Our arms and legs wound around each other. Sister's thigh was between my legs. I wrapped them tightly so that I could feel my slippery cunt against her skin. Now it was my turn to slide on her leg; rubbing my pussy up and down slowly. This excited us both and our kissing became frantic. Our mouths kept slipping away from the other. My cunt was doing a slow fuck on Sister's leg and this was exciting her. She started to talk, and I knew her temperature was building. "Oh Riki, you sweet little bitch, your cunt is so wet. Fuck me with it. I love your slippery cunt." "Sister are you ready for me to eat you out? Do you want your little sexy bitch to sink her tongue into your juicy cunt?" "I want to eat your pussy first. I want to make you cum all over my face." "But you are ready to fucking explode." "Let's both do it now." " You hot bitch." I quickly switched around so that I could sink face first into her melting cunt. Sister grabbed my legs and pulled herself face first into my crotch. We both sunk our tongues into the soft, slippery, insides of a woman's sweetest spot. The smell, the heat, the moisture, the sounds, all acted like drugs on our brains. We were lost in a mysterious world of love, sex, and passion. Our automatic pilots had taken over and we weren't even thinking anymore, we were just fucking our brains out. I finally understood what that phrase meant. My brain was completely controlled by my passionate desire to fuck Sister Michael John. She was in the same state of mind. I tried to copy her movements. I made my tongue into a hard rod and drove it in and out of her cunt. She moaned and I moaned, and we both kept fucking hard with our tongues. When Sister let her tongue find my clit, I did the same. I stuck two fingers deep inside of her and she followed my lead. Now we were sucking hard on our clits and fucking hard with our fingers. We were like one person, perfectly in synch with the other. I felt the slow burn in my clit start to glow and I knew we had it right. I was feeling little spasms around my clit that meant an orgasm was closer. Sister took a second to say, "Harder. faster," I followed her lead and sucked and pumped as hard and fast as I possibly could. I felt my cunt muscles start to spasm and I pushed hard against her clit with my tongue. She did the same and we both exploded. We clutched on to each other, and applied pressure with our fingers and tongues until every wave of our orgasms had washed over us. We both lay their with our head in the other's sweet spot and let the warm glow spread over us. We actually fell asleep like this. I had died and gone to heaven.