Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2006 22:21:30 -0800 From: Jan ' Subject: Lesbian Sistas (lesbian / adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2006 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Lesbian Sistas By Jan Opal was ridding the bus from down town to her suburban home in the black community. She was not thinking about anything but getting home so that she could get her shoes off. She was cursing herself for her slavery to fashion. Her shoes were killing her. The pointed toe with a four inch heel was a torturing her feet. Then her thought was interrupted by a female voice. She knew that the woman across the isle was saying something to her. She looked up and asked, "Excuse me. What were you saying?" The woman across the isle smiled at her and said, "My feet are killing me too." Opal laughed and smiled, "She crossed her leg and rubbed her foot. "I don't know why I buy such tight shoes to work in." The other woman smiled, "Because we want to look good at any cost." Opal agreed and looked at the woman. She didn't think she had ever seen her before on the bus. She stood up and moved across the isle to sit next to the young woman. In the brief look at her she has the feeling she was a kindred sprit. The young woman had shoulder length hair that was relaxed but still had some wave left in it. The hair shinned like there was something rubbed on it. Her clothes were very fashionable. She was dressed in a business suit that spoke of either an executive or an executive secretary. Her nylons were a natural shade that did not change the natural color of her dark skin. Her high heels were made snake skin and her clutch purse matched. She had an expensive leather briefcase slung over her shoulder. Everything about her spoke of money and good taste. Her wide mouth had a warm smile. Her broad nose and dark brown eyes cried out about her African American heritage. Opal held out her hand and introduced herself. "Hello Honey, my name is Opal. I don't think I have ever seen you on this bus before." The woman gave her a very white toothy grin, "Hell Opal. My name is Jasmine. I moved into my new apartment this past weekend. I just started ridding this bus to and from work this week. I happened to see you up here the other day. I had been in the back of the bus and noticed that you got off of the bus one stop before my stop." They chatted as the bus worked its way in and out of traffic. As it grew close to Opals stop she didn't want to stop talking to her new friend. She found her southern accent charming. She asked, "The next stop is mine. Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?" Jasmine said, ""I would love to Honey. I don't have many friends. I am from Georgia and new to Chicago." Opal Gathered up her belongings and stood up as the bus hissed to a stop. Jasmine followed her off of the bus. They walked a couple of shops down the street to a Starbucks coffee house. They each ordered latté mocha and found a table two secluded enough to chat without having other people listing to what they were saying. Jasmine asked Opal where she worked and what Opal told her that she was an intern at a law firm she perked up. Jasmine told her that she was working for a law firm just down the street until she passed the Illinois State bar. She had been a lawyer in Georgia. She wanted to know more about why she was an intern. Opal told her that she worked there three days a week and took college courses at night at the Chicago University at night. That way she was getting credit for college and completing her high school requirements at the same time. Jasmine was taken back by that revelation. "Who old are you?" Opal cast her eyes down as she admitted that she was fifteen. Jasmine smiled, "I would have never guessed your age. I thought you were my age at least." Opal thanked her. "I have always looked older than my age. I also struggled with being smarter than my classmates. I fine high school live a poor. I will finish high school this year and reenroll full time at college. I have already completed my freshman year." Jasmine was impressed. "Do the men at your office know just how young you are? I bet they are hitting on you all of the time." Opal said, "There were a lot of them hitting on me at first. When I told the "fifteen will get you twenty" if they were dim witted enough not to get it someone would inform them how old I was. Of course there were some that found my age a turn on and a challenge." Jasmine asked, "Do you date any of them?" Opal laughed, "Why would I want to be a trophy for a black buck or a notch in a white man's belt to prove he is not a racist by fucking a black girl." Jasmine beamed, "I take it you have not had a good relationship with men." Opal paused to weigh her words before answering her new friend. She wondered just how much information she should tell this very attractive woman. "Let's say I have reasons for rejecting the contact of men." Jasmine felt the hurt and bitterness in the girl's voice. She reached out and touched the back of the girls hand tenderly. "Honey if you want to ever discuss what happened I would be happy to listen. I can identify with you myself. Because of my looks I was the target of every buck in my community and even the worst bigots in town were not above wanting to get into my pants." Opal looked into the beautiful brown eyes and could tell she was telling the truth. She figured something had happened to cause her to leave everything and everyone to come north to a strange community. "I look very much like my mother. She not only drew the attention of every buck in town her own father had the notion that anything old enough to bleed in his house was fair game to bed. I was the result of that union. We lived in that house until I was twelve. When he started coming to my bed my mother waited until he was drunk then she gilded him with her mother's carving knife. You can see why having my grandfather is my father and the first to deflower me is good reason to be bitter towards men in general." Jasmine looked at her puzzled, "Gilded?" Opal chuckled as she laughed. "She made a Stud into a gilding. She castrated him by cutting off his balls and dick. The bastard almost bled to death before they got him to the hospital." Jasmine chucked at the mental picture of the ironic justice of the act. She gathered up both of Opals hands and kissed her fingers. Opal saw the compassion in her new friend's eyes. She knew that she liked this woman very much. They changed the subject to a lighter note until Opal liked at her watch and announced that she had to get home and change before heading off to school. They said their good byes and parted way with possesses to look for each other. The next time Opal saw Jasmine on the bus they greeted each other with hugs. They sat down together to chat like a couple of school girls. Jasmine announced that she had enrolled in a couple of classes at the university to prepare her for the bar. She had also bought herself a car. They could commute together. That was the last time Opal used the bus to and from work or collage. Jasmine would pick her up and deliver her. Their relationship grew stronger. They were like sisters r as Opal was sat sistas. Opal was impressed with the apartment Jasmine rented. Jasmine assured her hat as soon as she passed the bar she would become an associate and she would move into a much nicer condominium. The apartment was tastefully decorated. The walls of the living room were painted in a blue that complimented a lithograph of Vincent van Gogh's painting of Irises, Saint Remy, 1889. The green and blue flours looked alive above the white leather couch. The halls were painted alabaster and had pink sconces casting white light up at copies of Pierre-Auguste Renoir painting of nudes like: Femme Nue Assise, Nude in the Water and Bather Drying Herself. The paintings gave the hall a flesh like glow as you headed towards the bedrooms and bathroom. Opal felt the warmth of the place and felt comfortable with her new friend. Their relationship blossomed to the point tat they went to the movies and concerts together. Opal found herself even dressing like her friend. They were often mistaken as sisters and enjoyed the complement. Of course when Jasmine talked her accent dispelled any allusion that they were closely related. One night after an early evening and Opal was staying over they made themselves comfortable by talking off their shoes and tucked their feet under themselves as they talked about the music. They were both dressed in basic black evening dresses with transparent dress covering the shift. It had long full sleeves. As they talked jasmine was sitting close enough to Opal that their breasts were touching. She placed her arm around Opal's shoulders and pulled her close enough that they could feel each other's breathe on their cheeks. Jasmine told her that she felt very close to her and wanted to kiss her. Opal closed her eyes and puckered her lips as Jasmine kissed her. She placed her hand on Opal's breast. And felt the warm heat through the gossamer material covering the silk shift. When Opal opened her mouth Jasmine stuck her tongue into her mouth. Opal responded by wrapping her arms around her friend. They kissed for a long time trading tongues back and forth. Jasmine pressed her breasts against Opal's as they clung to each other. Jasmine unhooked the back of her dress and peeled it away. The bodice of the dress prevented the need for a bra because it was so form fitting. Besides a bra would have produces unsightly seams. She pulled the dress up and over Opal's head. All she has on was delicate black panties, nylons with matching lace spandex tops and her black high heeled pumps. Jasmine kissed the nipples as she admired the beauty of her young friend. Opal's skin was almost flawless. The dark skin looked like dark caramel. Her underarms were even darker where she shaved the underarm hair off. The areolas were very large and the color of dark chocolate. Each one had to be as large as the mouth of a large coffee mug. The nipples were dimpled in the middle. She sucked on each nipple and then rolled the moist skin between her thumb and forefinger. Opal could not believe how excited she was. She watched as Jasmine sat back and reached behind herself to unfasten her own dress. She pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor. Like opal she did not have a bra on. She was down to that same kind of matching panties and hosiery. She had already kicked off her shoes when she had sat down. Jasmine returned to sucking on the girl's nipples. She rubbed the tit that she was not sucking on. Opal was grasping Jasmine's tit too. She was kneading the flesh so hard that it hurt Jasmine but she didn't complain. While she was sucking on the breast she reached down and started rolling the panties down. She had t lift her butt up enough to get them down to her thighs. She had to let go of the nipple to slide to the floor before the girl to finish pulling off the panties. When she had them off she admired the body of her girlfriend. The skin didn't have a tan line and the panties were so delicate that they didn't leave any marks from the elastic. The girl's vulva was shaven clean. The skin was a dark grayish color where she had shaven. The labia were a rich chocolate like her areolas. When she lifted her legs she saw that her asshole was ringed with the same ashen gray that turned to a dark brown at the sphincter. She thought Opal looked much sexier with the nylons and pumps on. She went back to sucking tit while she rubbed her own tits against the withering body. As she slid down her body she rubbed her tits against the naked flesh. Then her breasts wee I line with the girl's pussy she took hold of her own breast and forced it between the girl's labia. She stimulated the clitoris with her own nipple. When she got down to sucking pussy she was shaking her head like a dog chewing on a bone. Opal was flailing her legs around like a rag doll being shaken. She was pulling on her own breasts and nipples as she was being eaten. Eventually she rested her legs over the back of her lover and kicked her heals against the woman's back. When she climaxed she almost fainted. Jasmine sat on the floor with her hands resting on the nylon clad thighs as she looked into the dark brown eyes. She found the contrast of the chocolate beauty against the white leather. The smell of the girl's pussy filled her nose. Her head was spinning as if she were drunk. When Opal stood up to lit Jasmine up so that she could make love to her the same way Jasmine saw the brown hash mark on the cushion. She put her face against the leather to smell the ass of her girlfriend. She sat on the mark and spread her long legs. The high heeled pumps made her knees much higher than her ass. She leaned back against the cushion and allowed the girl to suck on her tits after she had kissed her mouth and face until there was no trace of her cum or smell. Opal found her southern lover to be very erotic. Her skin was shades darker. The large dimpled areolas were almost the same color as her tits. And the pussy was shaved but she had left an inverted triangle above her cunt. Opal used her tongue lick the pubic hair. She parted the labia and looked at the dark mucus membrane of her lover's pussy. The dark blood color of her clitoris sticking out like an accusing finger called to her to suckle on it for the milk of life. She drove a finger up the woman's canal until she was rubbing her lover's cervix. If she had not seen and tasted it she would not have believed a woman could produce so much lubricating fluid. Jasmine was grasping her hair with both hands as she screamed through her climax. Opal stood up only long enough to sir next to her lover and they clung to each other. They fell asleep for a short nap. When the apartment cooled off enough the cold nigh air woke them up. They retreated to the bedroom where they got into bed and Jasmine masturbated her young lover until she climaxed again. They fell asleep again with their mouths millimeters apart. They spent so much time together that her mother and grandmother suspected something was going on. When her mother sat her down to confront her with what she suspected Opal admitted that Jasmine was her lover. Both of them understood why their little girl would become a lesbian but felt responsible for allowing what had happened in the past to taint her feelings so much. They allowed jasmine to become a member of their family. When the two of them were visiting they were like young lovers always holding hands and kissing. One night when Jasmine was spending the night and she was sleeping with Opal the mother entered the room to remind Opal about school and found them in a 69 wth Jasmine on top. She could not resist watching them sucking pussy. When opal saw her mother she only stopped sucking long enough to as what was wrong. Her mother sputtered and said, "Don't forget you have school tomorrow Honey." Opal winked and said, "No problem Mom. Jasmine will take me." Her mother closed the door and headed for her room thinking about sex with women. She wondered if her mother would be interested. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com