Date: Sun, 05 Jul 1998 22:51:31 PDT From: Rik Jacobsen Subject: The Monday After The Monday After 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. We laid like that for some time. I didn't really sleep, but I was in some sort of dreamland. There were unfamiliar sore spots that ached, but that I also enjoyed. My nipples were nearly raw. Touching them was liking touching a burned patch of skin. My breasts felt bruised. There was an aching between my legs that reminded me of what an incredible experience it was to have an orgasm. I had read about them in the paperbacks that I get at the drugstore, but they never came close to really describing the feeling. My ass hurt where Sister had rammed her finger deep into me. I tried to rub my butt against the bed to see if I could get that feeling going again. My movement stirred Sister Michael John, and my breast slipped out of her mouth. She opened her eyes and seemed to be a bit disoriented. "Riki?" "Yes, Sister, I'm here." "Oh, Riki," she paused and looked at my naked body and then at her own. "What have we done?" Her face said that something was terribly wrong. "What do you mean? We made love. It was unbelievable!" "Oh, Riki, honey, I'm sorry. Yes, it was wonderful," but she seemed worried. "Sister Michael John, I love you," I said, fearful that she was going to tell me something I didn't want to hear. "I love you and my mother told me that sex was for two people who loved each other very much, and I love you very much." I felt tears start to fill my eyes, I bit the inside of my mouth to hold them back. "Don't you love me, too?" Sister Michael John had tears falling from her eyes, and spilling onto her cheeks. "Riki I do love you. I do love you very much." She took me in her arms and kissed my head. "I love you with all my heart." "Then don't be sad. Be happy for us, because we love each other enough to have sex." "I don't know what is going to happen to us Riki, but remember this always, I love you more than my own life." She held me tightly, too tightly. "We need to get dressed and get out of here before the rest of the students are released. That should be about twenty minutes." Without any more words, I quickly dressed. Standing up was a bit hard. I really was sore between my legs. As I started to put on my panties I saw blood, coming from my pussy. I must have looked scared, because Sister Michael John took me in her arms and held me close to her still naked breasts. "Sweetheart, that happens the first time a woman makes love. When I stuck my fingers deep inside of you, a bit of skin was torn loose, and that's where the blood comes from. It won't last long, but let me help you wipe it away." She got some wet paper towels and gently wiped the blood from between my legs. She pushed the towels inside of me, and blotted up the blood. I realized I was not a virgin any more. I had made love with someone I love very much. When she finished cleaning away the blood, Sister kissed me softly. "There now, you can finished dressing." I dressed quickly and turned around. Sister was sitting on the edge of the bed in her panties, socks and shoes, which weren't tied. "Let me tie those for you." I knelt in front of her and and tied first the right shoe and then the left. She bent down and put her head on mine. Then she kissed me and told me to go. I didn't want to. I didn't know when we would be together again. "Riki," she spoke softly and seemed tired. "It will be hard for us to find time to be together. No one can know. I don't understand what has happened to us, no one else will ever accept it. We must be careful, but know this, I love you, and I want to be with you. Trust me dear Riki, I do love you." I was sobbing by then, torn between wanting desperately to stay, but knowing I had to get out of there. I pulled myself to my feet, and clutched myself to her still naked breasts, sucking wildly first one and then the other. I kissed her with tears all over my face and on my lips. "Please Riki, go now. Come see me in my classroom before school Monday morning. I'll figure something out by then. I promise. I'll think of some way for us to be together just like this. Please, go." She wiped my face with her hands, softly kissed me and pushed me towards the door. Standing out of view, she opened the door, and I left. I slowly walked down the steps, still sobbing. I heard the sound of voices coming from the gym on the first floor and I ran for the restroom. I locked the door behind me, and leaned heavily against the door, catching my breath. After a moment or two, I looked at myself in the mirror and realized I couldn't go out in the hall looking like this. After washing my face, brushing my hair, straightening my clothes, I looked good enough to walk home. No one had yet knocked on the door, so I unlocked it, and then locked myself in a stall. I pulled down my panties, and sat down. I sat there for a long time, but nothing came out. I reached down and cupped my pussy with my hand. It was sore, but I loved the soreness. I slipped a finger into the slit and found that I was still wet. There was just a tiny bit of blood. I found my clit and touched it. It was so sensitive, that I pulled away from it, but soon I touched it again. I started to softly rub it in small, gentle circles. It soon felt good and I didn't want to stop. I laid my head back against the wall and let my mind imagine Sister Michael John rubbing my pussy, fingering my clit. Before very long, I knew I was going to cum again and I wanted to. I began to rub harder and faster and a moan slipped out. Just then the door to the rest room opened and I heard Marcia call out, "Riki are you in here." Without stopping I managed to say yes, but I don't feel good. Marcia came over to the stall and asked if she could do anything. "No, just wait outside. I'll be okay in a few minutes." "Are you sure, Riki? Should I get anybody?" I was getting closer to cumming. "No, Marcia. Just wait in the hall. I'm going to be sick." Thankfully she left, and I started rubbing my clit as hard and as fast as I could. "Oh, yes," I thought. "Oh fuck, yes. Please." I felt a warm tingling start to spread from my cunt to my legs, down to my curling toes. "Oh fuck yesssssssssssssss!" and I came one more time that afternoon. Monday morning finally came after what was the longest weekend of my life. My mother asked if I felt all right, because I seemed so quiet. I had so much to think about, and no one I could share it with. I had a special, wonderful secret. Sometimes I thought it was just a dream, but then the soreness in my breasts and crotch were the "pinch" I needed to remind me that it was all very real. I was up and dressed nearly an hour earlier than usual. I knew that Sister would be in her classroom by 7:00 A.M. to write the day's spelling lesson on the board. I told mom that I needed help with math, and left for school. I stood quietly in the doorway to our classroom and watched Sister Michael John work at the board. I wanted to run to her and throw myself into her arms and kiss her. Instead I said loudly enough for anyone to hear who might be passing by, "Good morning Sister, I was wondering if you could help me with my math?" I could see her stop writing and pause for a minute, before she turned and smiled at me. "Hello Riki, you are up and at it very early today. Yes, I think I have time to help you with your math if you will just help me write these spelling words on the board first." I put my books down and picked up a piece of chalk and started to write half of the words in a list on the board. With our backs towards the door, we could both smile and sneak looks at each other. "Riki, you have been in my mind all weekend. I am so glad you are here." "I know, me too. Mom thought I was sick just because I was so quiet. All I could think about was you, and us. Did you think of a way for us?" I know there was a desperate edge to my voice. "I have an idea, Riki. Finish the words and we'll go to my office and talk." Talking wasn't the first thing that we did when we got to her office. She locked the door, turned to me, and I took one, two, three steps and was in her arms. We just held each other tightly and didn't speak for several moments. My face was pressed tightly to her breast and I could hear her heart beating as fast as my own. Her cheek was resting on the top of my head. We both need time to catch out breath, before either could speak. Waves of excitement and electricity were racking my body. My pussy was wet and my nipples ached, and we hadn't even kissed yet. That soon changed. I turned my face to look at her and Sister bent down and kissed me so softly, with such gentleness. It didn't take long for our kiss to become more demanding, more urgent, more physical. Our tongues met and pushed hard one against the other. I wanted to thrust my tongue all the way down her throat and she was trying to do the same. We stood there locked in an embrace, kissing for a very long time. The only sounds were sucking noises, groans, and moans as we let our passion lead us. Finally, Sister took my breast into her hand and squeezed it. Shudders of excitement racked my body and I begged her to please take it into her mouth. She quickly opened my blouse, took it off of me, and tossed it aside. She slipped the straps of my slip off of each shoulder. Then she pulled my breasts out of my bra and lifted them both to her mouth and sucked hungrily first at one, then quickly to the other. After almost losing her balance, Sister backed up and sat down on the edge of the bed and continue to suck on and to kiss my breasts. She pulled me close so that I sat straddling her knee. As she feasted on my tits, I started to rub my crotch on her knee, trying to find some relief for my aching pussy. There were too many robes, so I pulled away, lifted up her habit, slipped my soaking, sticky panties off, and sat back down, with my hot, wet cunt directly on her bare knee. With hardly any pause, she went back to devouring my tits. I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation she was creating, and started to rub my cunt on her knee. The contact was so incredible. My clit was sliding right against the bone of her knee. I moved slowly at first, letting the fire start to burn in my clit. Soon, the feeling drove me faster and harder. I was moaning like a bitch, fucking myself wildly. She grabbed me by my hair, wrapping it around her hands, holding me tight as she continued her passionate assault on my breasts. "Oh god, Sister, oh shit, yes, I am going to cum. I can feel it now." I rode her knee until I felt the explosion. I grabbed her thigh with both hands and pushed my cunt tighter against her knee as the orgasm caused my jerking muscles to spasm and a gush of cum to run down Sister's leg. With my hair still wrapped in her hands, she pulled my face to hers and shoved her tongue into my mouth, fucking me hard and deep as waves of electricity lit up my body. I fell forward into her lap. Shaking, trembling as the orgasm subsided. Sister Michael John bent down and kissed my cheek as I lay with my head in her lap. She stroked my hair and whispered, "I haven't even told you the best part yet!"