Date: 27 Jul 2001 11:41:37 -0700 From: Jan Subject: VON Chapter 2 ( Adult Youth f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women and a girl. 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 2001 Jan. All Rights Reserved. Please E-mail me at janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future chapters. VON Chapter II By Jan Over the next few weeks Marlin and I had been dating as often as I could get to her house. I tried to visit two or three times a week. I would cut across the backfield to her house so that my friends would not see me entering her house. When I was not with her I thought about Marlin all the time. I must have masturbated two or three times every night when I was not with her. I fell asleep with my fingers in my pussy almost every night. At school all I thought about was the excitement of tasting Marlin's pussy. One day when school let out I went home and dropped everything in my room. Then I called Marlin and asked if I could visit her. Marlin told me that I was welcome anytime. I told my mom that I was going to the store and then probably home with my best friend. I was out the door down the steps before the screen door closed. I cut across the field to the back of her house. I just opened the back door and dropped my winter clothes in the mudroom and went through the kitchen to the diningroom in my bare feet. Marlin met me in with a warm kiss and hug. Marlin sat me on her lap and toyed with my body as she talked to me. She told me that she had called a friend of hers that was an active member of the Victorian Order of Nurses and told her that you wanted to become one. She wants to take you to the local office and show you around. She is thrilled that you want to be one of us. We had a cup of coffee while we waited for her friend to arrive. Marlin slipped her hand under my sweater and bra to play with my breasts. My nipples grew hard from her manipulations. Soon we heard a car's tires crunching the snow in her driveway. She pulled all the way back to the detached garage. She just came in the backdoor and left her winter clothes in the mudroom. When she came into the kitchen I had gotten up and put my clothes back in place. Marlin got up to give her friend a big hug and a nice kiss on the mouth. I felt a little jealous watching this beauty with dark hair kissing my Marlin. Then Marlin turned her to face me with an arm around her waist. She made the introductions. Christine this is my new friend, Emily. She is a high school senior and wants to become a Victorian Order of Nurse too. Emily this is Christine one of my latest students to join the ranks of nursing. She is a full-blooded Micmac (Mi'kmaq) Indian. She speaks better French than any Frenchwoman. Christine stepped forward and took me in her arms and kissed me on the mouth. She told me that she was thrilled to meet me. She told me that she would love to take me to the local office and show me around. She told Marlin that she was welcome to come along. Marlin said that she had to visit her bank before it closed. She told Christine to show Emily around and have a good time. That said Christine and I went to the mudroom and put our winter clothes back on. After one more kiss from Marlin for both of us we made a dash for Christine's car. Her little coupe heated up quickly as soon as she got the engine running. We backed out of the driveway and headed to St. John. It was two warm to keep the down parka on. So I took my arms out of it and let it fall around my waist. I scooted over next to Christine. I had to ask, Christine tell me about your tribe? Christine gave me a quick look. Then she smiled and started telling me about her tribe. She told me that the Micmac are members of the Wahanaki Confederacy and in turn are members of the Algonquinan Nation. She told me that her mother was from the Pequot tribe another member of the Algonquinan nation. She told me that the tribe was living in Nova Scotia long before Europeans ever landed. The tribe supports itself now by having legal gambling parlors on the reservations. I was been educated on the reservation until I went to nursing school. Marlin had been her teacher and than became my first lover. Now we are just good friends. We have a lot of friends now. When we got to St. John we pulled up in front of the office. We went in and Christine introduced me to the office staff. She showed me how they kept track of the nursing staff. And then showed me the back office where they kept things like hospital powered beds, wheel chairs, bed pan, and other things nurse's working in private homes might need. We left when the staff closed up shop and the answering machine took over forwarding calls to the home of the duty operator. We got into her car and she asked me if I had to get home right away or if I would like to have some tea at my apartment? I felt daring and said that I would love some tea! We soon pulled up in front of a U shaped apartment building that looked like it was built in the 1930's. The apartments were built on the high side of the road so that they were about six feet above street level. With the slope of the ground rain or melting snow would run off fast. We climbed the steps and walked down the path to the back of the building. She had the apartment on the left corner. When she opened the door and reached in to turn on the lights, she stepped back and I entered. It was a charming one-bedroom apartment with kitchenette. She took my parka and boots and hung them on a coat rack in the dinning area along with hers, so if they dripped it would be on the linoleum floor. She told me to have a seat on the couch, while she heated the water. She busied herself in the kitchen fixing a tray for us. I was admiring her apartment and looking at her magazines. It was furnished comfortably in modern furniture. She had a small entertainment center on the wall across from the couch. I got up and turned on the stereo. I was looking at the framed pictures on the bookshelves. There were pictures of her family. Taken when she was younger. She had several pictures of other women. Some were just portraits others were pictures that were obviously taken on campouts. Some were girls holding up fish. A couple of pictures were of girls in canoes. She even had some with her behind other girls with her chin on their shoulder and cupping their breasts with her hands. Christine came in with a tray to serve tea. She sat it down on the coffee table and poured two cups of water. Then she put tealeaves in a strainer and put the lid on the strainer and soaked it in the water. She had a plate with sweets too much on while we drank out tea. I returned to the couch and curled me leg under myself so that I was sitting on my bare foot. Following her lead I put one teaspoon of sugar in my tea and a splash of cream. Christine came around and joined me on the couch. We talked about my desire to be a nurse and what to expect in school. As we were finishing our tea. Christine leaned forward towards me and kissed me on the mouth. I opened my mouth as her tongue entered my mouth. My breathing through my nose was exaggerated so my breasts rose and fell with each lung full of air. Christine took my teacup and placed it on the coffee table. Then she turned towards me and gathered me in her arms. I let her lay me back until my head was resting on the back of the couch. As she kissed me she put her hand under my sweater. My nipples were hard in anticipation of her touch. I let out a moan in her mouth as her hand slid under my bra. She was soon moving her hand down to unbutton my jeans. When she pulled the flaps back she put her hand under the elastic of my panties. Then she ran her finger down and fingered my fine growth of blonde pubic hair between fingers and thumb. I was beside myself wanting her to put her fingers on my clitoris. Christine finally ran her finger into the crack and touched my clit. The shock made me buck my hips up and off the couch. She wet her fingers with the juices I was dripping out of my cunt. Then she took my clit between her forefinger and thumb. She stroked that little nub up and down until my heels were pounding the carpet on the floor. When I climaxed the crotch on my panties were soaking wet. I had to rest for a few seconds. Then Christine stood up and offered me her hand. I followed her into the bedroom. The window faced the hill behind the apartments and the drapes were drawn so that what light filled the room was filtered with a soft pink glow. Christine pulled my sweater over my head. She stood in front of me as she reached around behind me to unhook my bra. Her breasts were pressed against mine as her breath warmed my neck as she unhooked it and pulled it off my arms. Then she stood back to look at my breasts as they were revealed. She reached for both of them with her hands. She used both forefingers to rub both nipples. I was breathing hard wanting to hug her, but knew she wanted to be the one making love to me. My jeans were still unbuttoned and were only being held up by the swell of my hips. When Christine reached around my back and ran her fingers of both hands under the waistband of the jeans they slid down my hips until they gathered around my feet. I stepped out of them. Christine sat on the bed as she pulled me towards her. She admired me at arm's length. All I had on were a pair of white panties that were so wet that they sagged between my legs. When she turned me around I was embarrassed because I knew that the crotch was sagging down so much that it would look like that I had a load in my panties. She slowly pulled my panties down and had me step out of them. She kissed both cheeks of my ass before turning me around. When I turned around she was holding my wet panties under her nose smelling my crotch. I almost came just seeing her nose in the crotch of my panties. She tossed them aside and made me sit beside her on the bed. It was my turn to undress her. I pulled her sweater over her head. And tossed it onto the floor. Her bra was a very thin brownish thing so thin that her areolas were plainly visible and her nipples were all but poking through the material. I reached for the back of her bra and unhooked it. When I pulled it off her arms they came into view. What can I say about her, she was nude from the waist up. Her long, black hair hung down her back and actually touched the bed. Her hair shined like it had oil on it. She had it all pulled back showing her widow's peak. Her lips were full and her lipstick was a brownish-red. Her eyed needed no makeup to show off her brown eyes. Her skin was almost brown in color and the only mark was a tattoo on her left breast it was simply the Indian geometric symbol for the turtle in three colors. She told me that the turtle in the Native American culture is the symbol for women. But in native art women made everything in abstract forms, only men could draw living animals realistically. So her tattoo was three circles with six diamond shapes representing head tail and four legs. Next I knelt between her legs to unbutton her pants. The belt on her pants was decorated with the designs of maple leaves and other plants and flowers native to the area. Her built buckle was a repeat on the turtle symbol in silver. I put my face close and I undid her pants. I could smell the indigo died cotton jeans and laundry soap as I urged her to lift her butt up off the bed long enough for me to pull then past her knees. I had to remove her hiking boots before I could remover her jeans. She was sitting on the bed in panties and thick rustic- red wool sox's and panties the same color as her bra. The reinforced crotch was still not thick enough to hide the crack of her cunt. Her pubic hair was pressed flat against her flesh. It looked as if it had been combed. Again I moved close enough to smell the mix of laundry soap, perfume, and the unmistakable odor of the musk of her cunt and aroma of ammonia and salt of her urine. I again reached under her to remove them. She lifted her butt up one more time. The panties joined the jeans on the floor. Now it was my turn to inspect her lower body. The skin was again that golden brown. European women would kill for a tan like that. The mark around her waist where the belt gathered material against her body was fading fast. I parted her legs so I could inspect her better. It was obvious that she shaved her pubis a little. But she let it ring her cunt and disappeared between her legs. When I knelt in front of her and pried the crack open I could see a trail of hair that ringed her asshole. On the inside of her left leg was one brown mole about the size of a dime. I pressed my lips against the inside of her thigh and smelt her perfume. Then I kissed the other thigh. Before I could move closer to my goal Christine took me by my shoulders and pulled me up so that I was sitting on the bed. She drug me up until we were beside each other on the bed. She moved me into a position where my head was resting on her arm. Her sweet tit was pressed against my cheek. I had to ask what perfume she used. I had to buy me a bottle for myself. Christine rolled towards me and fed me her left tit. I sucked it like a baby. She was kissing my face with little pecks as she felt my body. When she reached for my crotch I opened my legs wide. She stroked my cunt for a short time. Then she turned around and straddled my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth. Then she leaned forward to open my cunt. She opened her mouth and took my whole cunt in it. I was so excited from her administrations to my cunt that I would lose my place trying to make her cum. When I climaxed I clawed the backs of her thigh with my fingernails. My reward was a face full of her juices on my face and in my mouth. After she climaxed she relaxed and almost smothered me with her wet cunt. Afterwards she turned around and lay on my tummy and kissed and licked my face clean. Afterwards we went into her bathroom and peed and washed up. We dressed and headed back to Marlin's. I cuddled up next to her and played with her crotch all the way home. When we parked in front of the garage Marlin met us at the back door. She knew right away that we had made love to each other. We were not trying to hide it. Christine had her arm around my waist. As we climbed the steps she put her hand on my ass so that her middle finger was pressing the crack of my ass. I was a little embarrassed. Marlin gathered us in her arms and pulled us into the house. She kissed both of us on the cheek. Then she told me I better wash my face again before I go home. You don't want your mother smelling pussy on your face. I went to the bathroom and wash again. I had to run to get home in time to do my homework before bed. I kissed both of them and as I went out the back I saw Christine undoing her pants so that Marlin could put her hand in her pants. I knew that they would be in bed before I would get home. I went home thinking about Christine. When I went to bed that night I masturbated thinking about what we did at her apartment. Then I thought about future dates with other women. I hope you enjoyed the story and want more. 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