Date: Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:28:42 +0000 (UTC) From: Amanda Subject: Revolutionettes Chapter 2 Period piece. Ff/FFF/ff/BDSM/Rom/Interracial/Toys/Spanking This story includes graphic depictions of sexual activity between women and teenaged girls. If it is not legal to view this material where you are, or due to your age, please stop now... I hate adding that disclaimer because I believe the written word to be sacred even when it's smut. This story remains sole property of the author. Please contact mandagl@yahoo.com if you would like to reprint or repost this story. Philadelphia 1791. I was a seventeen year old girl on the streets of Philadelphia in late evening when I stepped off of the coach. The big city is a dangerous place for an unescorted lady. I hurried through the streets in the gathering dusk, desperately looking for a boarding house. It was an hour after sunset, and not less than three solid swats on my buttocks before I found what I was looking for. A room priced so that I could survive on my savings until I could get work. I could sew and mend and cook, certainly in a city such as this I could find someone that needed that. Three weeks and I was down to my last six pence. It was enough to pay rent. I was greatly disheartened by my failure to find work, but as the nuns had once taught us, if you seek something earnestly enough, eventually you will find it. I found work the day before my rent was due. A tailor shop. I was hired to help the proprietor's wife with the mending but he created the clothing he sold himself. The good man's wife convinced him I seemed trustworthy and that it was safe to advance me my week's rent. I worked for a dollar a week, six to twelve hours a day. The days I was fortunate enough to leave early I roamed the streets, learning my way around town. I was looking for something but at the time I did not know what. I roamed, visited taverns, definitely not places for a lady, but somehow I felt that I should be there. Perhaps I did not consciously acknowledge it then but I know now what I really wanted. I was looking for others like myself. The good Mister Baker had told me that I was not even alone in the world of today and it intrigued me. I was not looking for love. I was sure that I would never love again. Molly had crushed that from me. She had destroyed me. No, I sought others for companionship. Someone that understood what and why I felt. Six months ran in to a year and I had found nothing of interest. My rent was always paid ahead, my work done with great care, and my free time spent in this relentless search. It was a summer day like any other when I chanced upon a French cafe. I felt compelled to sit at a small table just outside it's door and a moment later a french girl of perhaps thirteen stepped out and offered me a cup of tea. I asked for a madeleine and she went inside returning moments later with the pastry. I happily paid her with a brand new penny and told her to keep the half penny for herself. It was a generous tip indeed but I was feeling quite happy sitting on the sidewalk, watching the carriages and riders pass. My tea was cool and nearly gone when a carriage stopped across the road and what I took as a man stepped out, reaching up to pay the driver. He turned toward me and that was when much to my surprise I found that this was no man but a woman. She wore a simple shirt and handsome vest and most shocking of all she wore breeches. With a confident smile she strode, head held high, across the street where she sat several tables away from me. I was in awe, I could hardly stop looking at her. She wore her brown hair tied back in a black ribbon like a man. Her cloths, her shoes. She was the most unusual woman I had ever seen. I've no idea how long I sat captivated by her presence but it was long enough for her to notice. She met my eyes and half smiled before returning to her glass of wine. When she had finished the glass she left, placing a coin on the table for the girl. She hailed a cab and soon was gone, leaving me in absolute awe. When I finally noticed that it was dusk I stood and left the cafe. I made my way home quickly. Night time was no time for a lady to be out alone. I went up to my room and waited for dinner. All the while looking out the window. What had I seen I wondered. How could a woman ever dress so and get away with it. Perhaps if she had wanted to be taken for a boy that would be different but she seemed to make no effort at all to hide her true sex. Why, it was positively indecent for a woman to stride about so and somehow knowing that made her even more interesting to me. I had heard of tom boys only since coming here to the big city and I wondered now if that was what she was. It would certainly suggest that she worked, and gave no thought to a husband or children. But did that also mean her hunger was for her own sex? Just because she walked and dressed like a man, did not mean that she loved as one too did it? When at last the house mistress called dinner, I went down, still too in awe to talk or even think of anything but her. The meal was all but finished when I could stand it no more. "I saw the strangest woman today." I was hardly noticed by the other women of the house but two of them politely looked at me, waiting for me to go on. "I was enjoying a tea at this cafe not far from here. I saw a woman there, she stepped out of a cab. I took her for a boy at first as she was dressed every inch a man but she was indeed a girl." "That's not true!" one of the girls exclaimed and she laughed. "You're teasing us." "No, I swear it." I responded. "Stay away from that sort girl. You're young and naive, but that type will only bring you misery and misfortune. They have a kind of madness I think." The mistress said. Her confidence in what she was saying suggested she knew much more than she was letting on. "Type?" I asked almost under my breath. The mistress only nodded her head. The other girls giggled and whispered to each other. It seemed they knew something that I did not. And too this day I wonder what it was. "Are you sure it wasn't just a boy too young for a mustache?" one of the girls asked. I shook my head. I was very sure that she had indeed been a girl. She was young too but slightly disheveled as it seemed she worked. Her hands were dirty as were her knees. The mistress snorted before getting up to collect the plates. When she had left the room, I was suddenly made aware of how transparent I was. I must have given something of my thoughts away in my face as Mary leaned across the table and whispered to me, "push her from your mind Liz. No matter how she dresses she will always be a girl." The girls broke out in to fresh giggles, but I found nothing amusing about her near accusation. Besides it was arrogant for her to assume that I did not find that very thing about her so enticing. Arrogant, but good. Surely I'd have been run out of the house and even perhaps the town were any one to know what things I thought. But, young an naive I certainly was. Philadelphia was a city with a dark side known to those so brave as to venture in to it's darkened streets and alleys at night. It was another city all together after the sun set, and I would learn at least a part of it in due time. I went to the cafe every day for a month hoping to see her again. I watched the ladies and gentlemen walk by, the carriages, the vendors. All the while though I searched intently for her face amidst the throng. I had to meet her. This time when she came I would speak to her. She was a woman after all and such a thing would only draw the slightest attention. Besides, all eyes would be on her, not the young girl she was with I imagined to myself. I would have to say now, looking back on it, had anyone taken notice it would certainly have been of the young and dare I say lovely girl making eyes at the oddly dressed woman. I would hope not to sound so vain but in my youth I was blessed with pretty face, straight teeth and delicate skin. As I sat watching the people walk by a new thought came to me. I had been so naive as a girl. It was not until I was shown the world I now so desperately sought, that I had understood myself. I wondered as I watched the ladies escorted by sweethearts and husbands, how many of them might share my own desires and just not know it. Or not have any imaginings of how they might fulfill their desire. We women, we are doomed to a lonely lot in life unless like I, great fortune simply falls upon us. Little by little my world seemed less bleak to me. I was still alone in the big city but at least I could entertain such hope of knowing a woman's touch again as I waited patiently for my woman in breeches to come back. Still she did not come. Every day at work I could hardly bear to be there and when I was dismissed all but ran to the cafe in hope of seeing here again. It was a cool fall day when it suddenly dawned on me that she might never come back. But I was not going to give up completely. The girl that filled my tea cup and brought me madeleines, perhaps she had seen the woman before. When I arrived at the cafe I took my regular seat and she was soon at my table side. I failed to muster the courage to ask after the woman at first but when she returned with my tea I spoke, almost as if someone else were controlling me. "I saw a woman here once. She wore breeches and a handsome blue vest." The girl tilted her head slightly and gave me the most curious look. "Mademoiselle?" The girl asked in her heavy French accent. "Do you mean Madeline?" "Is that her name?" The girl nodded. "Does she ever come?" Again a nod. How fortuitous I thought that I would find her here while eating cakes of such a similar name. "I would not have thought a lady of your refinement to ask after her though." The statement was so strange to me that I hardly comprehended it. Refinement? Me? And it seemed by what she had said that she would expect a lady to ask about the woman all the same. "I'm but a simple seamstress girl." I offered. The girl silently nodded again. "Oui Mademoiselle. She comes mostly after nightfall. She has dinner here with us nearly every night." "She does?" I nearly shouted. Again a nod. "But why I wonder?" "Perhaps because we would not shoo her away." The girl turned to leave but I caught her arm. "And why would any one?" I asked.The girl raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She looked already as if she thought she had said too much. So that was my answer. For weeks now I had just missed her. Leaving to escape the risk of being on the street at night while she had no fear of it at all. Now the question I posed to myself was whether or not I should take the risk of waiting to see if she would come this night. In the end though I indeed chose to stay. My fear was rising in me, it was a long walk in the dark of night and it was late in the evening. I was about to give in to my fear when a cab stopped across the street and out stepped my woman in breeches. Out stepped Madeline. Again she strode across the street and took her table only a few paces from where I sat. I had until she finished dinner I reckoned. Yet all I seemed able to do was sit and stare at her. The little french girl brought her a plate and a glass and left her, glancing at me as she did. It was dark, I could not walk home alone. I had to speak to her. If nothing else so that I had an escort home. Surely she would be willing to help a young girl and see her home safely. From where I gained the strength I did not know. But somehow I stood up and walked to stand at the side of her table. She looked up at me with a pleasant smile. "May I join you?" I asked. Immediately she wiped her lips and stood, pulling a chair out for me. Just as a man of any breeding would have. When she sat back down she sipped her wine and looked me over carefully. I looked closely at her as well. I'd have guessed her age near twenty-five and she had to be a full inch taller than I. Her hands seemed to have seen hard work and her eyes wrinkled at the corners from many hours in the sun every day. "As you've guessed I am sure, I am not a man. So I'll forgive you if you wish to leave." I said nothing. A moment passed and she raised her eyebrows. "Why Breeches?" She asked, taking my part. "My father was a farrier and when he died I inherited the barn, the tools and the clients." A farrier. It meant she had work that afforded her latitude and work from which she could draw quiet a handsome salary. "Your father taught you?" I heard myself asking her. "From the day I could walk. He did not want his legacy as it were to pass out of the family." "And you've no brothers? No cousins?" "My father was the only surviving child of his parents as I am of mine." She smiled and took another mouthful of food. "Good fortune I suppose it is that I am free. I don't imagine I could ever have achieved the refinement that is required to be called a lady... But you?" "I am a seamstress." I answered. Compared to her my life was so unexciting. But she, she met travelers from all around the colonies and perhaps the world. She determined her own destiny. She had power and that made her more beautiful than anything else. For an instant her eyes narrowed. Not in anger but something else. Something that I had seen in Molly's eyes before we first made love. I was sure I understood the look. I was sure I had to be right. She was more than just a woman with good fortune. We were interrupted by the servant girl though. She filled Madeline's glass with wine, then looked down at me in a knowing way. "Mademoiselle?" She asked. Her tone seemed different. Madeline set her glass down. "Of course Isabelle. Bring her a glass and anything else she wants." The girl turned her attention from me to Madeline and back again. "Wine is fine." I told her. Madeline seemed disappointed with my request but said nothing. She sat looking at me for a moment before sipping from her glass. There was something in her eyes. Did she know what I was thinking? Had she seen the girl's knowing glance? I became so nervous I could no longer look at her. At long last she spoke, relieving some of my anxiety. "You certainly are a brave sort aren't you? You walked up to me, and how could you be sure I was not a man?" I could not respond but I looked up, able to meet her gaze again. "I like brave ladies. Life is certainly to short for etiquette." I tried to nod but I liked etiquette. I loved being a lady. Having chairs pulled out, doors opened and everything else that went with it. I wished only that I had more freedom to determine my own destiny. For at that time I still completely relied on others for my future. Isabelle, I had learned her name only that night, returned with my wine and set it before me. She looked long at me, evaluating me for something I could not be sure of. "You must tell her Madeline, you know what happens..." She said turning to Madeline. "Hold your tongue girl." Madeline snapped. "I do not need a child to tell me what I must do." Isabelle bent her knee in a casual curtsey and quickly walked away. I watched her curiously. Tell me what I wondered? But I already suspected what the child's looks meant and I had only to wait patiently for Madeline to tell me. I returned my attention to the woman across from me, but said nothing. "Forgive me, ah... I just realized I don't know your name." "Elizabeth." "Lovely." She said. She took my hand across the table. Her palms were rough and worked. But when she pressed her lips to my fingers they were as soft as I remembered Molly's. "I am Madeline, at your service m'lady," she said as she stood and bowed at the waist. She at long last finished her meal and her wine, then waited patiently for me to finish my glass. I did not want to rush though. She had become a hero of sorts for me and I was basking in her presence. But all too soon my glass was drained dry. She stood and offered her arm to me. "Come Elizabeth, it wouldn't do to have you walking the streets alone at night." "And you? What will you do when I am home." Madeline only smiled at me as I took her arm. I pointed in the direction of my home and she nodded, leading me forward. She left me at the door and though I'd have thought I was alone I was not. Mary and her sister who shared the room next to mine had seen me. I stepped in and they rushed down the stairs giggling. "And who was he Liz?" They teased. I only smiled and went to my room, leaving them no doubt greatly disappointed. The next day I was released from my duties early and I rushed to the cafe. I was quietly sitting and reading a book I had bought days before when Isabelle boldly sat across from me. I marked my place and looked up at her, a bit put off by her forwardness. "I mean her no ill will Mademoiselle," she began. "But she is not just an unusual woman. I was once like you, fascinated by her. I thought her a hero but she is not like you and I." The girl trailed off and looked away. "This is a big city and all manner of people come and go here. You are young and naive... Where did you come from?" "Harrisburg." I was fascinated that this girl, this child, would see fit to impart wisdom to me, being I could be no less than five years her senior. Isabelle nodded her head. "She will want more than friendship from you." The girl warned. "She has some money and is very charismatic, but don't be drawn in by her. She wants terrible things, perverse things." I said nothing at all. My smile never faded. Perhaps it had even grown. "She only wants what we all want child. She wants to be loved." "But not by a man Mademoiselle" "And you know this for certain? Isabelle blushed and nodded her head. "I do know." "And your father still serves her?" I asked, somewhat surprised. "I've never spoken of it. He would not understand. And I would not know where to begin." I smiled to myself. I had a companion. Someone that might understand me. I did not know what our future held but for that moment I was relived. Isabelle noticed then that I did not seem scandalized by this most shocking news but instead sat smiling with a distant gaze. "You knew this already." She said quietly. "But how?" I could only shrug. I could not explain how such a thing might have occurred to me. But it was like an instinct. Though indeed her dress was at least some hint. Perhaps not to everyone but to someone that was looking. Someone that was looking. Again the nuns had been proven right. I had so earnestly sought a woman like me, someone to understand me. And I had found her now. I prayed that Madeline would fancy me, at least as a friend. I was drawn away from my own thoughts when Isabelle sighed. "But you're a lady." She said. "You show all the hallmarks of good breeding and refinement." "Then you have not often seen ladies of refinement or breeding. My dress is worn and I am poor. I live in a boarding house and work for a mere dollar a week." I giggled. "No I am not refined at all I think and truthfully would not want to be." "Mademoiselle Elizabeth... I wish you well, but do not make the mistake of letting my father see even a hint of romance. He could not abide such a thing, and truthfully I like Madeline, and yourself." "Isabelle, I like you too. Do you understand though?" "I think I do. In a way. Surely such a lady would be lonely. And damned to bear this secret having no one to share it with... But you must be ever vigilant. No one would be so forgiving as I." "And why are you?" "Because it wasn't horrible. If I must be honest." She answered. "It should have been but it wasn't." I tried to press her but she would say no more. Soon after I gave up trying to glean the story from her, she stood and returned to her duties. I waited quietly for Madeline, sitting boldly at her table and reading as I sipped tea. When at last she came, she did not hesitate to sit with m and we ate together, making small talk and sharing knowing glances. I doubted we had to say anything more. I felt that certainly she must know what things I was thinking as I am sure she suspected I did. It was that secret language. Known only to us, to tom boys. Tom boys? Was that what I was? Was that the word? I did not know for certain but for then it was sufficient. And so for a time we ate together and spoke our secret language. Isabelle performed her duties quietly and only once felt compelled to warn us that we were too clearly showing our intentions. Each night she escorted me home on her arm and the sisters begged the details of my romance. It was the first day of our third week that I had my first surprise. A pleasant one indeed but it left me anxious and gasping for breath. As always Madeline walked me home. But on the dark street having no benefit of street lights, she stopped me and turned me to face her. She hesitated only a moment, looking in to my eyes, before she learned forward and pressed her lips against mine. It was all I needed. I fell in to her arms and opened my mouth, waiting anxiously for her tongue. We kissed, there on the door step of my house, in the night, creating a positively scandalous spectacle for any one that might be looking. At last Madeline stepped back and I looked up at her, with all the admiration and hope of a young girl in love. Love? No perhaps not that but what ever it was, for that moment it was exquisite. She smiled and I went slowly in to the house, my gaze on her until the door was shut. Inside I turned to find the mistress of the house glaring at me from the sofa where she was mending a dress. I looked away, ashamed but confident that she did not fully know just how awful I truly was. I was wrong. I hardly closed the door to my room when she banged her knuckle against it startling me and gaining the attention of the sisters, Mary and Elsabette. I opened the door to the house mistress' scowl. "What you do away from here is none of my concern girl, but that display was simply indecent. Your passions made you look like feral animals!" She growled at me. I was immediately ashamed. I cast my eyes down and felt the heat of my blushing cheeks. Behind her the sisters giggled. They were amused thinking I had a sweetheart, that I had a man courting me. Finally I lifted my head and looked at the mistress. "I am sorry ma'am I won't ever..." "No you won't." She stepped closer to me and I could hear her teeth grinding. "I told you to stay away from the likes of that woman. But you chose not to hear me and now look at you." She was quiet but not quiet enough as the gasp from behind her told me that this part of our conversation had not been private. "I should cast you out of my house tonight for such a display but you've been a good tenant otherwise, never troubling me over the rent." She shook her finger at me. "But I will not have such behavior from you again." She turned to leave. "And I urge you, forget her before it's too late. Before you do something you cannot undo." She hissed something at the sisters when she passed them, and they stood quietly staring at me in shock. The mistress mumbled as she descended the stair. "To think my William joined the minutemen for this..." What more she said I could not hear. Ashamed, I closed my door and thought the incident over but they would not let it alone. They knocked at the door and despite my repeated attempts to shoo them away they finally opened my door and stepped in to my room. "What?" I asked them. "What should I say?" They looked at one another and then at me. "Should I deny what you've heard? Tell you she was mistaken?" I shook my head and again they exchanged a glance. "Well take a good look at me then, will that satisfy you? Look hard at the tom boy, get your fill, and I'll hear no more of it!" "It's true then?" Mary finally said. I nodded my head. What else was I to do. Lying was against all of the virtues the nuns had raised me with. Even when the consequences could be so dire as they were with this. I expected a titter, a giggle. I expected something but they stood in silent awe. "Do you love her then?" Elsa finally asked. I only shrugged. I did not love her I didn't think. Not then. Not now even. But I liked her and I felt a closeness with her that I could not have felt with any one else. She understood me in a way others could not. "She is kind and gentle. She pays attention to only me when we are together and she understands... She understands things that no one else could." The girls were naive, or perhaps they simply were not very intelligent. What should have been a terrible scandal of perversion and indecency, was a point of fascination for them. They were young though. Fourteen, maybe fifteen. "When Jacob holds my hand, I feel as if I'm floating." Mary started. "I feel safe and sure of the world and my place in it. Does she make you feel wonderful like that?" I nodded. "And not a boy?" I shook my head. There were tears in my eyes now. I was so ashamed. I knew that I was a perverse and indecent woman, but I walked like a lady and dressed like one. I conducted myself in such a way that others might not know what really lurked behind my smile. Mary sat at my little desk and glanced over my quill and papers. I was the only girl in the house that could read and write with any proficiency and it gained me a sort of admiration. Elsa soon sat across from me on the bed. They both looked curious. Intrigued by this new thing. "How could you ever..." Elsa finally asked breaking a heavy silence. She could not finish the question but I understood. The question was too terrible to answer but at least the awkwardness in the room had passed. Elsa pressed me though. I held up my hand and wiggled my fingers. "Surely you've had a good frigging at least once in your life." I finally said, exacerbated. "I should think not!" Mary exclaimed but Elsa's silence told a different story for her and it did not go unnoticed by her sister. "Ohh, you scandalous slut..." She laughed. "You must tell me everything and don't leave out a single detail." I wanted to hear too but the long silence told me that this story would be shared only between the sisters. I could have told them everything, given them the details of every terrible pleasure I had given and received. But this was enough. They need not know any more. Of course my limited knowledge of all the things two women could enjoy would have left the story only partially told. I was yet to learn of things I would never have dared dream.