Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2007 08:54:17 -0800 From: Jan ' Subject: Romani Woman (lesbian/ adult youth, f/f, F/f) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of between a woman and a teenaged relative. 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. f/f, F/f Copyright 2007 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Romani Woman By Jan As a people the Romani people are misunderstood almost universally. As far as anyone knows they came out of India and settled for a short time in the area that is now Romania but as the persecution increased they migrated to any area that did not stop them from entering their country. In some cases they had to sneak across boarders. They don't call themselves Gypsies but don't make a fuss when others call them that. As they became settled, the countries looked upon them with suspicion because they tended not to assimilate into the host culture. Rumors during the dark ages attributed all kinds of evils on them from bringing the plague to kidnapping children. In reality the so called Christians were the ones that were guilty of kidnapping Romani children. The culture as a group does not trust anyone they consider outsiders and because they are so mistrusted they may feel that it is only justice if they short-change, cheat and steal from other people. That is the way they are perceived by outsiders too. If a culture does not bother them they will acculturate a little but never too much. They mistrust schools because the schools are culturally biased against them. They have their own way of teaching their children what they feel they need to learn. It is a male dominated culture. Women are assigned the role of homemaker and their duty is to have children. Romani women are allowed to divorce their husbands though. They do not condone infidelity anymore than any group but a popular conception is that they have loose morals. Most societies assume that Romani men encourage their wives to prostitute themselves to add money to the family coffers. They even assume they have more than one wife. In reality they are very close families. A few women don't fit into the normal family life of the Romani. They more or less assume the role of a male. Their culture does not look upon sex as a sin so they don't hide their sexuality from their children. Rasia was named (a Rose) by her parents at the request of her grandmother. She was born in the southwest United States and could have passed as Spanish-Basque if she had wanted to do so. She had dark skin and long flowing black hair as a child. She grew up within an extended family. She was a bright girl and did well in school but was moved from area to area so much she got very little formal education. As she grew up she rebelled against the role of homemaker and mother. She preferred to dress like a male. She chose to open her own business. She found that she had an eye for antiques. She even went into partnership with a Christian Caucasian woman because she was sexually attracted to her. For business reasons she dressed in business suits during work hours. Rasia kept her hair cut rather short even before it was fashionable to cut it short and shaggy. Her figure was good enough to make it look good on her. She had a nice face and she had naturally dark shadows above her eyes. Because of her hairy nature she had to pluck her eyebrows. Anyone meeting her would never suspect just how hairy she was. She always covered most of her arms because she did not shave her underarms or her pubic area either. The only people to see these areas were the women she seduced. She had seduced her blond headed business partner but because they are both dominate personalities they evolved into friends that were comfortable sharing their submissive girlfriends. They traveled around most of the world always looking for antique bargains to ship back to their store. They normally didn't travel together because one of them stayed home to look after the business. Rasia also used her Romani contacts to look for good deals for her. She also never missed an opportunity to flirt with an attractive young woman during her travels. Last year Rasia was visiting the Balkans States of Bulgaria, Romania and the Ukraine. She had indulged in a few one-night stands along the way. She had even met some of her distant relatives during her travels. It was while visiting relatives that she met a distant relative that had a child that had been orphaned during an earthquake that destroyed the un-reinforced masonry apartment building that killed her family. She had been outdoors playing with other children at the time. Her patents had named her Adara (beautiful). They were related to each other as second cousins twice removed. The few remaining relatives looked upon Rasia as a rich American relative and begged her to adopt the child. One look at the pathetic child was enough to captivate Rasia. The child was no more than twelve or thirteen years old but looked younger. When she agreed to take her the relatives swore to the Romanian government that that Rasia was the girl's closest living relative. The Romanian Government was only too happy to ship a gypsy off to America. It took some time before Rasia got the United States Immigrations to approve of Rosia bringing Adara to the States. Eventually Adara was granted permission to emigrate. Relatives put Adara on a flight that would take her to Singapore, Hong Kong, Hawaii and eventually San Francisco. Rasia was waiting just outside of customs. She could not believe that she was about to assume the duties of a mother for a teenaged girl. She helped the girl carry what little luggage she had to the curb where they took a cab to her home. She had bought an old gingerbread Victorian split level restored home not far from the park. It had been the home of an affluent doctor in its early days. It had fallen into disrepair to the point that it had been a drug addict flophouse during the late sixties and eventually the property values had risen to the point that it brought about an urban renewal that had transformed the neighborhood back to its Victorian glory. Rasia had been wise enough to buy her home before it was popular to live in a restored Victorian. She saw the potential and bought it knowing that it would be a wise investment. She used her business connections to find period correct hardware, and furniture. She had taken paint chips from protected areas around the house and had them analyzed to find out the original colors. Then she had the house painted the same way. The bright colors appealed to her Romani taste in color anyway. The house had been built during the days before refrigeration so she had the walk in ice box converted to a modern refrigerator with wooden doors made to match photographs from its glory days. Adara was duly impressed with her new home. She had never seen anything so grand. The Romani community in San Francisco is a mixed bag. The families came from all over the world. She met Austrian, Egyptian, French, Hungarian, Irish and Spanish gypsies. Her cousin Rasia was just different enough from the mixed community to not completely fit in. Rasia got her enrolled in a good Catholic school. They were about the right age to be mother and daughter and they had the same last name so they assumed that they were mother and daughter. Rasia saw no reason to explain their relationship to the school. With her help Adara learned English quickly. It only took her about six months to catch up with her class and become a leader. Rasia was very proud of her charge. She was taking a mother's pride in Adara's achievements. Changes had to be made in the way she conducted business. She had to hire a Romani female to do the traveling for her so that she could stay home to look after Adara. That allowed her partner to travel even more. Adara was turning into a beautiful young woman. Rasis could not help but notice. They shared the same bathroom so they often saw each other naked. Adara was as fascinated by the fact the Rasia didn't shave her underarms and pubic hair as Rasia was attracted to her youthful freshness. Adara was becoming Americanized and fashion conscious enough to know that most American women were fastidious about wanting to look like they did in their youth. She knew that they shaved their legs, underarms and pubis. Those that had pesky facial hair wound endure painful hair removal. She wondered why her beloved Rasis did not shave her underarms or pubis. Adara was young enough not to have to shave her pubis but she did have to shave her underarms and because her schoolmates shaved their pubic area into narrow vertical little strips above their cunts she did the same. She started suspecting the true nature of her guardian shortly after she met her. She kept her suspicions to herself. Not that she was all that innocent. Being shuttled between family members from the time of her parent's death she had been exposed to all manner of sexual demands upon her. The males of the households looked upon her as owing them her sexual favors for allowing her to live under their roof. The wives and children also took advantage of her sexually. Some of the women resented their husbands fucking her so they demanded her to satisfy them with her mouth. Their children also sought her out. They boys wanted her to suck their cocks and fucked her. Some of the girls forced her to suck their pussies. By the time she was sent to live with the American cousin she was an experienced sexual object. Rasia had no knowledge of how she had been treated. She just felt sorry for the undernourished child. Rasia had kept her sexual escapades hidden from her charge wishing to bring her up as a respectable Romani woman. The girl may not have seen any overt flirting on Rasia's part but she suspected that she was a dyke. It was starting to drive Rasia crazy because having the young girl under her roof not only interfered with her normal sex life she was starting to look upon her young cousin as a sexual object. She had vowed to herself that she was not going to seduce her cousin but she feared that she was not strong enough to keep her vow. She just never counted on the normal curiosity of her charge. Romani people are a very clannish group that mistrusts everyone outside of their family. Being the only Gypsy in the school set Adara apart from the rest of the students. She pretty much kept to herself. She hated physical education class. She had never learned to swim. The girls played basketball, softball, volleyball. Team sports were just not her thing. Archery suited her because she had hunted for food in Romania and she could relate to a bow. When it came time for the girls to have to go swimming she was always looking for ways to skip it. Eventually Rasia gave up and wrote her a note that excused her from having to take part in swim classes. As a result she was required to spend the time sitting in the gym bleachers studying. There was an attractive Irish girl that hated swimming as much as Adara did. So when they were supposed to be studying they were really gossiping. One day Kathleen suggested that they sneak away and have a smoke. Adara was ready for a forbidden adventure. They slipped out of the bleachers and Kathleen led her to the heating room. She produced a pack of cigarettes from a hiding place along with some matches. Kathleen was the first Irish girl Adara had even met. She had never seen a girl like her before. She not only had curly red hair, her skin was a creamy white with a light dusting of freckles. Her eyes were a clear green. She put a cigarette in her mouth and gave her one while she lit up. While they were smoking she asked Adara if she had ever sucked pussy. Adara would have denied it normally but for some reason she was attracted to this redhead. She casually admitted to having done it before. Kathleen leaned against the wall of the heater room and while she was smoking she lifted her gray plaid uniform skirt and pulled down her panties. Adara was fascinated by the sight of the teen's crotch. The skin looked like cream to her and the girl's pubic hair was a thin strip of pink hair. She had never seen a pussy like that before. She knelt before her and used her hands to part her pussy. She could not resist putting her mouth over the girl's cunt and sucking her clit. She was shaking her head and moaning almost as much as Kathleen. They were so engrossed in what they were doing they didn't see the door open. The room was so noisy they did not hear anything either. Kathleen was the first one to open her eyes and see the vice principle standing there looking at them with contempt. Kathleen went rigid and Adara looked up because she knew something was wrong. The vice principle grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet. She grabbed Kathleen too. Kathleen was pulling up her panties as they were being drug to the office. They had dropped their cigarettes before they left the heater room. The girls stood there too scared to talk as the vice principal called their mothers. They had to sit in the office next to each other quietly until their mothers arrived. Rasia and Kathleen's mother arrived just about the same time and as they were headed to the office they figured out they were both being summoned for something both of their girls had done. They introduced themselves and asked each other if they knew what the girls had done. They were both in the dark. When they got to the vice principal's office the secretary announced them. The girls were cowering in the old wooden bench. Both women looked at them and asked what they had done. Before the girls could work up the courage to say anything the vice principal's door opened and the old nun ushered the two women into her office. She closed the door behind them and asked the women to have a seat as she circled her desk and sat down heavily in her chair. She introduced the women to each other. Then she apologized for the necessity of calling them in because their children had gotten into trouble. She went on to explain that she had caught them in the heater room not only smoking but Adara had been sucking Kathleen's pussy. Kathleen's mother and Rasia were shocked by the news. They both assured the nun that they would see to it that their girls never did anything like that again. The nun told them that she understood their curiosity but the school could not accept such behavior. If it got around what they were doing it might lead to others doing the same thing. The Catholic Church has enough problems without allowing girls to behave like that. If the girls were caught again they would be expelled from the school. The two women had to sit down with the girls in front of the nun to have a talk with them about what they had done and why they had done it. It was a revelation to both women. Kathleen admitted that she had been stealing her mother's cigarettes for the past 5-years and she had been having sex with other girls for the same length of time. It had started with an older cousin. Adara admitted that she had been smoking cigarettes now and then back in Romania. She didn't go into details about all of the sex she had experienced but she also admitted that she had sex with some girls in Romania. When Rasia got Adara home she sat her down and made her tell her everything. It took some time for Adara to break down and tell Rasia about her life. Rasia was in tears by the time Adara told her that she had not told her because she thought that she would not have wanted to take her if she knew all of the things she had done. Rasia hugged her and assured her that she would not have turned her away. She told her, "Honey...I am a lesbian myself. I knew I preferred to have sex with women from the time I was a young girl. I smoked too. But I quit when I got old enough to understand that it would kill me. I'm not going to tell you not to smoke but you have to know the health risks you are taking." Adara grew bold enough to ask, "Is that why you don't shave?" Rasia said, "When I decided not to try and please men I didn't need to put up with the discomfort of trying to look like a pre-teen anymore. I don't have to waste time shaving or the discomfort of cutting myself. Besides some of the women I date are turned on by all of the hair." Adara asked, "Would you like to make love to me?" Rasia paused before responding, "I have been going crazy from the day I met you because I wanted to rip your clothes off and do to you what you were doing to Kathleen." Adara hugged Rasia and kissed her. "I wanted to do the same thing too." Raisa pulled her to her feet and led her upstairs where they removed their clothes and got on the bed. Rasia assumed a position like a gypsy queen with her legs bent and spread to allow Adara to inspect her pussy. She even crossed her arms behind her head to show off her underarms. Adara got onto the bed and positioned herself between Rasia's legs so that she could lean over her body and enjoy the smell and feeling of her body. She held both of her breasts and sucked on the nipples. She could not resist smelling Rasia's underarms and licking them. She kept it up until the woman started pushing her head down towards her pussy. Adara did not resist and she was very well trained in the art of sucking pussy. She had never sucked such a hairy pussy before. The longer she sucked on the clitoris the more it protruded from under the hood of her labia until it looked like a little baby boy's cock. When Rasia climaxed she could not believe the way the girl had made her cum. She felt like she had just run a four-minute-mile. Every muscle on her body felt like it was rubber. All she could feel was her heart pounding. Rasia was thrilled that she no longer had to hide her preference for her cousin. She put the teen on her back and showed her just how good she was at pleasing girls too. Adara spent a lot of time in the master bedroom after that. She got to meet some of Rasia's fems too. The rumors about what she and Kathleen had been doing in the heater room got around the school quickly. They were both to learn just how many of the students and faculty were into lesbian sex. I hope you enjoyed the story and have a story you would like told please send your mail to janmay699@icqmail.com