Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2009 10:33:06 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Sierra Army Brat (lesbian\adult youth, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenage girl and women. 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 on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2009 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Sierra Army Brat By Jan It started in 1980 when I was born at the Landstuhl, Germany Army hospital. My mother could not stand Army life. She resented the class distinction between the enlisted troops and officer's families. The accommodations were inferior; the pay didn't meet her expectations, and duty assignments sucked. She figured she was better off back in 'Podunk, Arkansas than being sent to a tropical hell hole for 3 years and then spent the next three winters in South Korea. She dropped out, filed for a divorce, when I was very young without even asking for custody of me. My father had made the Army his career before he married. He had too much time invested to take a discharge. He chose to stay in the Army. Having a failed marriage soured him on any long term relationship with women. Military bases have their rules. Dad was an enlisted man and fond of saying "He worked for a living," just the same he took it up upon himself to raise me on his own. That meant I spent a lot of time alone waiting for him to come home. I assumed the duties of cleaning and cooking at an early age. As you can imagine the life of a soldier in the 80's and 90's were full of moves and duty assignments to the armpits of the world. When he had to go to active War zones, I had to live with my paternal grandmother for the duration of his tour of duty. While I was young my afternoons were filled with whatever after school programs my father could find. By the age of 10-years old I was allowed to stay home by myself for as much as four hours. At 12-years old I earned extra money babysitting other Army brats. I hated the moves and changing schools all of the time. Just when I was comfortable with classmates either we moved or their parents were reassigned. I became more independent than most girls my age. I got my father's auburn hair, blue eyes and pale complexion. I went through puberty right on schedule, but my physical development was a little slow. When I was 13-years old my chest sort of popped. It disrupted my life for the better part of a year. Eventually my height caught up with my breasts. I grew up to be a good five-foot eight- inches tall and only 115 pounds. I was preoccupied with physical fitness. Any base we were on, the track became my passion. I preferred long distance running. My measurements were 32-C, 20, 30 inches. Not exactly the figure of pinup, but adequate for the track team. Boys would say my legs went on forever. We were stationed in Tacoma, Washington during my high school years. I could pass for an older girl if I liked. At 14-years of age I was allowed to spend nights at the homes of friends. I began to notice other girls and women by that time. I had no interest in boys. Oh, I had male friends in school but romance with them was the farthest thing on my mind. I spent my freshman year of high school watching the girls and women at school but I avoided contact with anyone. I simply ran track at school and jogged around the neighborhood at home. I did my school work and basically kept my nose clean. In retrospect I guess my father was proud that he could trust me to stay out of trouble. Near the end of my sophomore year, I met a girl that was to change my life. Her name was Mandy, she was boy crazy. Mandy was a five-foot four, blond with a small chest. We had three classes together. She was not an athlete by any means, fucking was her only exercise. We shared our lunch break together and started hanging out together. She would tell her parents she was hanging out with me, so that she could hook up with one boy or other. I didn't mind covering for her, because I was developing a strong desire to find out what it would be like to be with a woman. Because of the Army I didn't want to draw attention to myself close to home. I had heard of a lesbian bar in Tacoma that I wanted to see. Mandy had a cousin in Seattle that was great at making fake ID's. He charged $200 for his services or he would take it out in trade for sexual favors. Losing my virginity to him was not part of my agenda, so I used half of my babysitting money to pay for my great ID. It showed that I was 23- years old. I knew better that to make myself 18 or 21 because anyone checking ID's look harder at those ages. I enlisted Mandy's help when I got the ID. She was to cover for me. I selected a weekend when my father was on maneuvers and would not have access to a cell phone. Even if he were to get access to a phone he knew I was going to be at Mandy's. I stood out front of the "Club Sapphire" before working up the nerve to walk in. I entered and took in the layout quickly. There was a bar, tables and booth. I tried to look like I belonged as I made my way to a booth. Dad had bought me a knock off Coach Purse in Korea that I used to make myself look older. I made my way to a booth where I could keep an eye on the women coming and going. It was my plan to simply nurse a couple of 'Long Island Iced Tea.' Not being a drinker I had a slight buzz after the second drink. What caught my eye was a woman that had to be at least six-feet tall. She looked very fit. She had small breasts that hardly showed under her blouse. Her tight pants were filled with a butt that looked rock hard. She had blond hair pulled back into a ponytail and crystal blue eyes. We made eye contact and she smiled at me. I looked down at my glass. She said something to the bartender and the barmaid brought me a third drink. When I accepted the drink the barmaid took my empty glass. The woman approached my booth and my heart was pounding like I had just sprinted a quarter mile. She introduced herself as Monica, and asked if she could join me. As she slipped into the booth she told me that she was a police officer. That immediately sent a cold chill down my spine. She allayed my fears by telling me she was a lesbian out looking for a good time. She told me stories about the contacts she had made as a result of her job. I was pretending to be a college student that had got a late start because I lived with my dad. Eventually she invited me to come to her place. I did accept. She drove us south west to Steilacoom. Her place was so close to the waterfront of Puget Sound, she had a view of Anderson Island. While I was admiring the view she put on Tori Amos before she took me in her arms and danced with me. She slowly started seducing me. She took it slowly and gently. She absolutely loved my breasts. She sucked on my nipples until I thought she was going to make hickies on my pink areolas. We eventually made our way to the bedroom where she finished undressing us. When she knelt over me and inspected my pussy she found that my hymen was intact. That gave me away. She asked me just how old I was. I confessed, "I am really only 15-years old and a sophomore in high school." I feared that she would be angry with me. She smiled at me and said, "You sure a tall girl for your age. Are you sure you're ready to go all the way and become a full woman?" When I assured her that I had been dreaming of this for a long time, she settled down on the bed next to me. She brought me to three orgasms by rubbing my pussy and licking it. When she asked me if I was ready to let her take my hymen I agreed and she had me assume a position on my hands and knees like I was a dog. She retrieved a strap-on dildo from her nightstand. She buckled it on her waist and lubricated it before she assumed the position behind me. I had cum so many times I had soaked her sheets. My knees were resting in the slimy mess. She aligned her dildo with my cunt and slowly started inserting it, while she held onto my hips. I could feel her breath in my ear as she leaned over my body. She nibbled on my ear while I spread my legs a little more. The thing sent a shooting, stabbing pain through my lower body as it ripped through my hymen. I felt like my pussy was on fire. Just when I thought I could not stand it any longer she licked the inner shell of my ear. When I calmed down she started pumping her dildo into my tight pussy. She fucked me for an hour. I didn't think she was ever going to quit. There sure was not much sleep that night. Monica removed her rubber cock eventually and turned me over. She positioned me on the bed so that I was crossways so that she could come around the bed where my head was and mount the bed so that her knees were on either side of my head. I was looking up at her, bikini cut, dark blond pubic bush. I knew what she wanted and the prospect of tasting my first pussy had my pussy throbbing. She spread her labia over my mouth and ground her clit and pussy into my mouth. She demanded that I stick my tongue in her cunt. I did as ordered without question. From my vantage point I was looking up at her pink asshole. While she was rocking her hips forwards and backwards her asshole would be rubbed across my tongue. I found that it added to my sexual thrill. Anytime I didn't lick her with enthusiasm she would twist my nipples. When she had enough and the sun was coming up she made us breakfast and drove me to the bus stop. She gave me her business card because she wanted to see me again. She had no desire for a long-term relationship. When I returned to school, Mandy hounded me about my secret date. I could not admit to her that I had actually sought out a woman at a lesbian club. I let her ramble on about what the guy must have looked like. Monica's philosophy was to sample as many different women as possible. I adopted her philosophy too. My goal was to join the Army like my dad. At 18 I did join as soon as I graduated from high school. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com