Date: Mon, 10 Aug 1998 00:12:47 EDT
From: Kristen78@aol.com
Subject: Kristene Comes Home - Lesbian Love

 Archive name: Krist1.txt  (ff, teen)
 Authors name: Kristen 'Kathy' Becker
 Story Title : "Kristene Comes Home"  
 First posted 12/21/97

 ----------------Kristen's collection------------------

 This is the story of a young American woman who grew up
 in Northern Lebanon. Who returns to the United States
 after her father dies, and has to pick up American ways
 again, and has to "fit in". (I may do several stories
 about Kristene, assuming I don't loose intrest. . .)

 Kristene Comes Home
 By 'Kathy'

			-=*=-

	Kristene Baker knelt at the base of the stairs,
 not quite able to believe what she was seeing. The
 sight of her older sister laying on the living-room,
 with her boyfriends face buried between her legs, was
 something that confused and excited Kristene. She knew
 that watching them was wrong, but she was frozen into
 inaction by the scene before her.

	Kristene's life experiences up to this point in
 time hadn't prepared her for such a situation. She had
 lived out of the country for almost five years of her
 eighteen years. Their father who was Lebanese, had
 taken her with him back to his home country when he and
 her mom had divorced. She never quite understood why
 she'd been the one to go and not Amy who was a year
 older, and more out-going, but she had, and her life
 had changed dramatically. Living in the middle-east as
 a Muslim, and learning the religious life style of her
 fathers people had been quite a challenge for the young
 American girl.

	She didn't look like the rest of the kids, being
 blonde and fair skinned like her mother, Kristene stuck
 out like a Christmas tree during Ramadan. She was self-
 conscious about how strange she looked to the local
 population, and was glad that she was required to wear
 the prescribed clothing of a Muslim female whenever she
 had to go outside.

	Now that Kristene was back in the United States,
 everything was strange to her, after the strict
 religious life of Lebanon, the exacting standards that
 she had been held to, life in America was frightening.
 There seemed to be unlimited freedom, and that scared
 Kristene more than she would care to admit. She was
 afraid of the kids at school, and afraid of the
 teachers too. There seemed to be no order, no belief
 system, no discipline of any kind. People just did what
 they wanted whenever they wanted too, with little
 thought of what was right or wrong.

			-=*=-

	So there she was kneeling behind the banister of
 their stairway at home, watching an un-godly act taking
 place in her own living-room. Kristene had been unset-
 tled by her sisters actions ever since she'd arrived
 home when after father's death. She had been relieved
 when her mom had insisted that she be able to return to
 her one surviving parent, but had been in a constant
 state of fear and confusion ever since. Being confront-
 ed with her sister having sex with her boyfriend was
 just another in a seemingly long chain of events that
 Kristene couldn't quite adjust to.

	As the young girl turned and ran in embarrassed
 confusion, she heard her name being called. Oh god,
 they had caught her looking at them. Kristene couldn't
 face that. It was unthinkable that she was even watch-
 ing them having sex, much less oral sex which was an
 offense against the Quran, and probably the Bible too.
 She ran on, unseeing, tears of shame coursing down her
 cheeks, not knowing or caring where she went, just
 wanting to get away.

			-=*=-

	Amy had noticed a movement from the stairs and
 saw her sister turning away. She was instantly sorry
 she'd let Rob talk her into having sex at home. She
 struggled to a sitting position shoving Rob's face from
 her crotch and yelled for her sister to stop. But it
 was too late. No telling how long she'd been there. Amy
 knew that her younger sister was having trouble adjust-
 ing to the American lifestyle, and knew that this lit-
 tle scene would probably set her back even more. She
 felt terrible, and she felt ashamed.

	Amy grabbed her skirt and quickly wrapped it
 around her waist, slipping on her shoes, and followed
 her sister out the door. Rob had figured out what had
 happened by then and ran out behind Amy, straightening
 his chlothes as he went.

	The couple searched until they saw Kristene sit-
 ting in the bleachers of the little-league field about
 a mile down the road from her home.

	The young blonde was huddled with her sweater -
 like a chadar - pulled over her head as if hiding from
 the world. As Amy came up to her, Kristene's went
 ridgid, not knowing what to do or say she turned her
 face away from her sister. Her shame and humiliation
 was just too much to bare.

	"Kristene, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to
 see us, honest." Amy said in a pleading voice. She felt
 terible, her sister looked lost and frightened. She
 felt so guilty she wanted to cry herself.

	Kristene mumbled that she was sorry for spying
 on them, that it had been an accident, and that she
 would never do anything like that again. The two
 sisters sat together hugging each other for a long
 time, Amy reassuring her younger sister. Amy rocked her
 Kristene gently back and forth, as if she where a baby
 she was trying to sooth.

	Rob stood back from the touching scene, with
 thoughts of how nice both sisters looked. Faces flushed
 with tears, color heightened from running around and
 the crying. They both looked quite lovely. Rob was
 still very horny, having planned a nice slow afternoon
 of sex with Amy, and was feeling frustrated by the turn
 of events, but was still hopeful.

	He'd been attracted to the younger sister ever
 since she'd shown up several months ago. But had been
 put off by her strange behavior. For the first couple
 of weeks she kept wearing that "chadar" thing, and kept
 using Arabic to describe things she didn't know the
 English word for. Even though she didn't have an accent
 when she spoke english, she didn't know the name of
 lots of things. It was just plain strange.

	They'd gone to the mall shortly after Kristene's
 arrival home, and Rob and driven both her and Amy. They
 had taken her to several clothing stores. Rob still
 remembered her trying on some dresses for school. Amy
 had picked out some really sexy stuff, and Kristene had
 tried them on. She'd looked incredibly sexy, especially
 in that little red dress that came down only a few
 inches below her snatch. (He smiled at that remembered
 moment)  When Kristene said that she couldn't wear
 something like that in public, Rob had tried to con-
 vince her that she looked like a goddess. And even
 though she let Amy buy it for her, she had never worn
 it since.

			-=*=-

	Rob ended up having to go home frustrated that
 afternoon, because Amy wanted to spend some time with
 her sister "by themselves". So he'd gone home and
 locked himself in his room, to "beat his meat" while
 thinking about what it would be like to have both Amy
 and her sister all to himself. Thinking thoughts like
 that, it didn't take him very long to find release. But
 he found that he still wasn't satisfied. And his
 thoughts returned to his girlfriends younger sister
 again.
	
			-=*=-

	That night Kristene dreamed about her sister,
 and her boyfriend making love in front of her. Her
 dream could not be controlled by will-power, as she did
 during her wakeful hours. She dreamed that she hadn't
 turned and run, but that she had walked into the room
 and stood over the lovers on the floor. That her sister
 had looked up at her, while Rob was busy between her
 legs. That Amy had smiled sexily at her, with a strange
 look in her eyes, and asked if she wanted to join them.

	In her dream, Kristene saw Rob look up at her
 too, her sisters sexual juices smeared all over his
 chin and lips. In her dream, Rob reached for her hand
 and slowly pulled her down to the floor beside her
 sister, and just as slowly unbuttoned her Levi's and
 undressed her from the waist down like her sister
 already was.

	In her dream Kristene looked up at Rob while he
 took off his own clothing. He was beautiful, all mus-
 cular and tan. He was perfect in her dream, he was
 gentle, and expertly nestled between her legs. And her
 sister smiled and watched resting her head on her hand
 - elbow supporting her head telling her that they
 looked beautiful together.

	In Kristene's dream, she felt Rob licking her
 wonderfully, felt him massaging her private domain,
 just like he had earlier as she had watched him and her
 sister on the living-room rug. Then fear shot through
 her, as she first felt, then saw him slidding his body
 up her's. She had marveled at his "sex' equipment when
 he'd first undressed, but hadn't thought it through.
 She felt him continue to climb up her body until his
 urgent need was obviously resting in her cradle.

	In her dream Kristene reached down between their
 legs and grasped his penis, his oh so hard penis. Kris-
 tene wiggled a little sideways so she could see what he
 looked like up close. Yes, for some reason it looked so
 inviting, so slick and nice, and unbelieveably big.
 Then without a word, Rob pushed her hand away and
 hovered over her, hands firmly planted on each side of
 her T-shirt covered shoulders, and touched her sex,
 with his. Kristene could feel him at her opening, she
 could feel his penis head stretching her open, then,
 his smooth thrust into her depths. . . 

	"Ohhhh....Gggooddd." She moaned as she came in
 the night. Kristene's eyes shot open as she experienced
 her first true orgasm, biting her lip, trying to remain
 quiet. She lay there silently rocking back and forth,
 sensations rushing through her body, making her shiver
 in physical ecstasy. She had come in her sleep, just
 dreaming about Rob had made her come.

	After the unfamiliar raking orgasms slowed and
 finally stopped, Kristene was ashamed by what her body
 had just experienced. She'd only had one other experi-
 ence even remotely similar when she was thirteen, just
 before going over to the middle-east. She had always
 remembered that feeling, but hadn't understood what it
 was, or how it had happened. And ever since she'd been
 so tightly controlled, she hadn't even thought about
 sex for the next five years of her life.

	Kristene quickly began to feel guilty, about the
 dream she'd just had. Having sex with her sister's boy-
 friend, was against everything she'd learned from the
 Quran, and Hadith. She was even more confused than be-
 fore, and tossed and turned through the night. When
 dawn finally came, she was up with the birds, and went
 for an early morning run to work off the nervous energy
 her body was generating after her new experiences, her
 mind still in termoil.

			-=*=-

	The shower was turned up full blast as Kristene
 stood under the flow, letting the hot water work it's
 magic on her tense muscles. The run had been good for
 her, but she still felt tense for some reason. She knew
 that she had several more minutes to enjoy the hot
 water, then she'd better get a move on, if she didn't
 want to be late for school. As she stood under the
 soothing flow, her mind drifted, she thought about her
 high school and the day that stretched before her, and
 her fellow students and teachers. She was far ahead of
 most of the other kids at school academically, and the
 teachers liked her because of that. But her class mates
 weren't impressed, and although they didn't exactly
 shun her, Kristene still hadn't made any real friends
 yet. She knew it was probably her fault, she was shy,
 and conversations were almost painful to get through
 when some boy would strike up one with her, and the
 girl just didn't talk to her at all.

	The McPhereson's lived next door, and Carry, the
 older of the two daughters had been paired off with
 Kristene as soon as she arrived home from the middle-
 east, but they hadn't gotten very close, again it was
 probably her own fault, she thought sadly. Both their
 parents had tried too hard to make them friends, and it
 just didn't feel right.

	Suddenly Kristene was brought back to the pre-
 sent as her sister popped her head through the steam
 filled opening of the shower-stall and asked, "Hey
 lazy-bones, you going to school, or you planning to
 stay in here all day? Mom wants you down stairs asap!"
 
	Kristene felt strange as her sister stood there
 giving her naked body an appraising look. "You know,
 you really should wear something other than Levi's to
 school. I'm telling you that senior year is the best
 time you'll ever have. And with a body like that you
 could have them eating out of your hands." Amy reached
 in and turned off the water. Kristene stood there not
 knowing what to do. She concentrated on not covering
 herself with her arms and hands, she didn't want to
 look guilty of anything. Amy kept looking at her with
 a head to toe sweep, then finally said, "well, you
 coming out of there or not?"

	Kristene stumbled out of the shower as her
 sister grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her
 shoulders, rubbing her body vigorously drying her.
 Kristene was becoming nervous, and asked her sister
 what she was doing? "Amy, I can dry myself, please give
 me a little privacy."

	Amy looked into her sisters eyes and smiled,
 "I know you can dry yourself Krissy, but I want to dry
 you, is that OK?"  Kristene didn't know what to say to
 that, she wasn't sure why Amy was acting this way, but
 she didn't want to offend her, so she stood in the mid-
 dle of the bathroom and let her older sister dry her
 body completely.

	Kristene jumped when Amy's hand "accidentally"
 touched her left breast. "I think I'm dry enough Amy,
 thank you for your help, I'll take it from here if
 that's OK with you?" Kristene said with a nervous
 squeak in her voice.

	"Krissy, you're gonna have to learn to be less
 up-tight. You've been to places that I've only dreamed
 of, and met people that I never will, and that's great,
 but you're back in the good old USA now, and you need
 to try to fit in more than you have. Try letting some
 of those formidable defenses down a little." She smiled
 while saying it, but Kristene was hurt by sisters
 criticism. Amy finally left her to dress in peace,
 glancing behind her one last time as she left the room,
 admiring her younger sisters body, thinking to herself,
 what a waste to keep it hidden all the time.

			-=*=-

	Kristene had been toying with the idea of wear-
 ing more feminine clothes for the past week or two, but
 knew she probably wouldn't do anything really. She felt
 comfortable in pants, and after the ridicule she'd re-
 ceived from the kids in her neighborhood for wearing
 the chadar, (the traditional Muslim female covering)
 when she'd first arrived home, she was in no hurry to
 change her style of clothing again. But her sister's
 criticism stung her, what was she a mouse, or a woman?
 Kristene stood naked in front of the floor length mir-
 ror and looked at herself. There was nothing in her
 refection that bothered her to look at, she thought.
 She had a well proportioned body, she had never really
 given much thought about it before, but she was pleased
 with her appearance. Most of her teenage years she'd
 been covered from head to toe, and no one but her had
 seen her body unclothed. It surprised her that having
 Amy look at her nude, had been exillirating.

	What would it feel like to actually wear the
 skimpy red dress that Amy had insisted she try on. It
 had felt absolutely sinful while she had it on. Kris-
 tene still savored that feeling, she'd almost fainted
 she had been so excited to have her body on display in
 public like that. She smiled at herself, 'what a dope
 I am, women all over the place wear stuff like that all
 the time'.

	Kristene was determined to "fit in", she was
 going to wear that dress to school, and start to work
 on making friends. 

	Just then she heard a knock on her bedroom door,
 and turned to see Carry McPhereson look in. Kristene
 quickly held her towel up to cover her naked body from
 her neighbor. Carry was surprised that Kristene wasn't
 dressed and ready to go, she had always been before.
 "You're not ready." She said accusingly. "Come on, I
 don't want to be late, I'm in enough trouble at school
 as it is." It was Carry's "job" to accompany Kristene
 to school each day. She didn't really mind it, and at
 the moment wasn't really all that upset that her charge
 was running late. It was interesting to see her neigh-
 bor in such a comprimising postion.

	On an impulse Kristene dropped her towel and
 turned to face her class mate. "Carry, what do you
 think I look like?"  Carry stood frozen in the doorway
 for a moment then  stepped into the room closing the
 door behind her. "You look really nice Krissy." The
 girl came up to stand right in front of Kristene. She
 smiled and pulled the her class mate to her, and kissed
 her, wrapping her arms around the naked girl.

	Kristene started to struggle after the initial
 surprise had warn off. She was shocked at her own feel-
 ings for the fleeting moment before reason told her
 what Carry was doing was wrong. She had been taken to
 that strange place that she had inhabited the night
 before in her dreams. Kristene fought to break the
 kiss, but her knees were about to buckle under her, and
 her heart was pounding in her your ears, she felt weak.

	Carry let her hands roam over her captives
 smooth back, and down to her nicely shaped bottom, let-
 ting her hand linger there while she massaged one cheek
 between her fingers and thumb. Finally, unable to con-
 tinue kissing Kristene without taking a breath, Carry
 reluctantly pulled her  lips away with one last swirl
 against Kristene's tongue, and Carry stepped back and
 said. "Yes! I think you look really sexy Krissy." as
 she went over to sit on her class mates bed to watch
 her dress. "So what are you going to wear today?" Carry
 said, as if nothing shocking had just happened. 

	But Kristene was shocked. She was immobile with
 shock. As much as by how Carry had made her feel, as by
 what the other girl had done. "W-what j-just happened
 here?" Kristene asked in a small trembling voice.

	"Didn't you know?" I'm gay, I like other girls,
 I thought you were displaying your wares for me sweety.
 Everyone at school knows I hang with the "IN" crowd,
 and we're all gay or BI, you know, it's really in right
 now. I might decide to go straight later, if I find the
 right guy, but for now, it's a lot of fun.... The girl
 chattered on and on, but Kristene didn't hear her, she
 was still shocked at how much she'd enjoyed Carry's
 kiss and groping hand.

	Without thinking about the consequences Kristene
 went up to Carry and stood in front of her. "Carry what
 do gay people do with each other? I don't quite under-
 stand how they would have, you know, sex. I mean neither
 of us have the right equipment, and all that. . ."
 Kristene was stumbling through her sentence, not know-
 ing how to say it. All she knew was that Carry had made
 her feel wonderful, and she wanted more of that feeling.

	Carry knew what to do, she could tell a horny
 virgin when she saw one. As Kristene stood in front of
 her, she reached up and ran her cool hands over her
 friends naked breasts. Kristene closed her eyes and
 savored the sensations she was receiving from her
 friends touch. Kristene almost jumped when she felt
 Carry touch her between the legs. Yes, it was wonderful
 to have someone do that, she stood - legs trembling,
 waiting for she knew not what. Kristene had no idea
 what was happening, what to expect. All she knew was
 that all of a sudden she had an urgent need, and she
 could only hope that Carry knew how to satisfy it.

	Looking up at her class mate at close range,
 Carry was becoming excited. She had admired Kristene's
 body even through her loose fitting clothes, but never
 expected to get anywhere with her. She'd thought that
 her neighbor was some kind of Islamic weirdo, but
 weirdo or not, this was just too much. Carry was in-
 stantly turned-on, and began to let her hands move over
 every nook and cranny of her class mates body. She felt
 the other girls velvety body, running her hands repeat-
 edly over her breasts and nipple, watcher her tremble
 each time. When she reached her naked pussy and started
 rubbing, Kristene collapsed onto the bed, her legs no
 longer able to hold her young body erect.

	Carry rolled over on top of Kristene's spread-
 eagle body and she started to do all the things she
 liked to do best. Starting with Kristene's nipples and
 working down to her fresh little pussy, tongue flicking
 here there, and every where. Kristene moaned in lustful
 passion at Carry's hand and mouth. That made Carry
 smile to herself, remembering her first time. 

	"Bend your legs up, like your going to do sit-
 ups,"  Carry said. Kristene did so, but she was getting
 nervous, her body quivered at every touch.  Carry put
 her hands on Kristene's knees and asked her to spread
 her legs apart.  After she did, Carry slid her hands
 down the insides of her friends legs towards her crotch.

	"Beautiful pussy!" she said. Pussy?  Kristene
 had heard the word before in reference to a girl's
 crotch, but had been told that girls hated that word.
 
	Carry knew what she was thinking.  "It's OK to
 say pussy.   Sometimes even cunt.  Or twat.   Whatever
 you like. Just don't use such words in front of anyone
 that you wouldn't say fuck to."

	Carry put her hands on Kristene's inner thighs
 and lowered her head between her legs. Kristene jumped
 as Carry put her face right between her legs and press-
 ed her mouth against her pussy.  Kristene just stared
 at the ceiling and let her do her thing. She had never
 imagined anything like this before between girls.

	Carry licked up and down her spread pussy lips,
 so tenderlty that Kristene almost fell asleep. But then
 Carry moved her hands inward and touched her vagina.
 She pulled apart the little lips on them and pushed her
 tongue inside.   Kristene's body went ridged as her
 friend tongued her. It felt weird, but good.  So good
 in fact, that her entire body got warm.  Kristene had
 the momentary thought that she was going to urinate all
 over Carry's tongue.  Alarmed she tried to stop from
 doing that, but the feeling became more intense, and
 Kristene became worried, she would be humiliated if
 something like that happened.  But she wasn't able to
 restrain herself and had to just let it go. But she
 didn't urinate, a star burst within her body, and
 radiated outward, as Carry slowly and gently brought
 her class mate to her first wakeful orgasm.

	Kristene couldn't control her body, the release
 was so intense, so wonderful. She was crying as her
 body was racked with repeated orgasmic spasms. Carry
 kept up her rhythm on Kristene's clitoris until she
 could no longer take the intense pleasure, and pushed
 her friends head away. Still crying Kristene curled up
 into a fetal ball while Carry held her in her arms.
 Carry continued to stroke Kristene's now sopping pussy
 lips slowly, enjoying the moment, until the girls heard
 Kristene's mother called for her to come down for
 breakfast.

			-=*=-

	After that day Carry and Kristene became the
 best of friends. Kristene wore her little red dress to
 school that same day, and soon fit into the "IN" crowd.
 
 (c) 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker- Kristen078@hotmail.com