Sarah And Sister Theresa
By Ann Douglas
".........And thank you so very much for coming." Sarah said as
she shook hands with Mrs. Anderson.
As she closed the classroom door behind the woman, Sarah
let out a sign of relief. She thought Mrs. Anderson would never
finish. Saint Francis's Open House had ended almost a half hour
ago, but Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and go on and on about
her precious little "kitten" and how Sarah should be spending more
time showcasing her talents. It could've been worse, she thought,
Jim Anderson could've come along too. You couldn't get within five
feet of that man without him trying to sell you a new insurance
policy.
Quickly cleaning up after the departed parents, Sarah
grabbed her coat and began to head down the corridor. It had
started raining about a half hour ago and most of the other
teachers had already left. If she hurried, she could still get home
by 10:00.
"Sarah?" Called a soft voice from across the hall.
Sarah turned around to find Sister Mary Theresa coming
out of one of the adjacent classrooms.
"I thought you left already?" The Sister asked.
"I would have," Sarah replied. "But Mrs. Anderson managed
to corner me before I could go and......."
"Say no more..." Sister Theresa said as she held up her hand
to interrupt her fellow teacher. "I had her older girl Betty in my
class a few years ago."
"Was she as bad back then?"
"Worse," Sister Theresa replied. "I think maybe she's
mellowing with age." She added with a smile.
Both the smile and the laugh of the young Philippine Nun was
contagious, Sarah couldn't help but return it. When Sister
Theresa suggested she have a cup of tea before she went, Sarah
forgot all about her rush and agreed.
Sister Theresa had been Sarah's friend since he first day
as a teacher, eight months ago. Six years before, she had been
Sarah's Math Teacher during the Nun's own first year at Saint
Francis. Part of the reason she had landed the plum assignment at
this prestigious school was that she had been an honor graduate.
The fact that she had graduated with honors was partly due to the
help Sister Theresa had given her that difficult senior year.
As they sipped tea in the now empty Teacher's Lounge,
Sarah thoughts drifted back to that troubled final year. A late
bloomer, Sarah had quickly earned the nickname "Plain Jane"
McKenna from her classmates. Try as she could, she just couldn't
fit in. Even as a senior, dates had been few and far in between.
Not that Sarah really minded. She had never really been all that
interested in guys anyway. They got in the way of her single
minded determination to succeed.
Still, every girl wants to fit in. And it was because of such
that Sarah took part in what she would always remember as the
great shower peek show.
Sister Theresa was brand new at Saint Francis then, and
having come from the Philippines, was considered something of a
mystery. The girls guessed she had to have been in her mid
twenties , but looked about seventeen. Her Order still wore the
old style habits, so her body was covered from head to toe. The
obvious question was, what does a Nun look like under all that
heavy clothing.
It had been Jenny Marinelli who had first come up with the
idea. She'd discovered that Sister Theresa was in the habit of
using the shower in the girl’s locker room after the last gym class
every day. If they really wanted to sneak a peek, that was their
chance.
So one Friday afternoon, they had snuck back into the
locker room and done just that. To their amazement, Sister
Theresa looked like any other woman naked. True, she was a little
on the plump side, but after all, who said a Nun had to be skinny.
The crudest comment came from Jenny herself.
"Did you see the tits on her?" She asked the other girls
after they had moved to the safety of the school yard. "They had
to at least been a 38D. What a waste on a Nun."
The other girls had all agreed.
To Sarah, however, the experience had changed her life.
Several time after that she had found herself back in the locker
room at the end of the day, sneaking another look at her teacher.
Her naked brown body stirred a strange longing within her and she
began having forbidden dreams about the Nun.
As senior year neared it's end, Sarah abruptly stopped her
late afternoon visits. In her mind she was now accepted three
certainties. First, that she wanted to be a teacher - nothing was
as important as achieving that goal. The second was something she
was sure that she would keep to herself forever. She was a
lesbian, and she was in love with Sister Theresa.
"You seem a little distracted?" Sister Theresa said as
Sarah stared into empty space.
"Oh, sorry..." She replied. "It's just been a long day."
"How inconsiderate of me." Theresa said. "If it wasn't for
me you'd be home by now. Sister Catherine always said once I get
to talking I loose all concept of time."
"It's all right, really." Sarah said with a broad smile. "I
really do enjoy your company. As long as you brought her up, how
is Sister Catherine?"
"She's doing fine," Theresa said as she cleared the table.
"She's all settled in at her new school and things are working out
fine with her father."
Sister Mary Catherine had been Theresa's mentor since she
had first come to Saint Francis. In fact, due to a shortage of
rooms in the tiny convent, they had been roommates for the last
six years. She had recently been transferred to San Francisco at
her own request to be closer to her ill father.
"I guess you must miss her." Sarah said as she cleared the
trash.
Sister Theresa hesitated for a moment and seemed to be
thinking or something.
"Yes I do." She finally answered.
Sister Theresa was uncharacteristically quiet as umbrellas in
hand they set off for the parking lot. The stocky Nun seemed to
be lost in memories, but had still insisted on seeing Sarah safely to
her car.
Saint Frances was twenty miles from town, and at this time
of night the parking lots would be deserted.
"Oh no!" Sarah exclaimed as she reached her small blue
escort and saw to her dismay, the front driver's side tire was as
flat as a pancake. "I don't even have a spare."
"We'll have to call from the office to see if we can get a
tow truck out here. "Sister Theresa said as she bent down to
examine the damage.
Fifteen minutes later, Sister Theresa emerged from the
Mother Superior's Office to find Sarah still dripping in the
waiting room.
"I have good news and bad news." She said as she walked up
to her.
"Lets have the good new first." Sarah said as she shook
with a slight chill.
"Well I talked to Mr. Kelly down at the garage and he said it
would be no problem getting a truck out here."
"What's the bad news?"
"He said it would be no problem first thing tomorrow."
"Oh no, what am I going to do."
"Don't worry," Theresa said with a smile. "I've already
talked with Mother Patricia and she said it would be no problem
putting you up for the night."
"That's a relief." Sarah mused.
"One small problem with that though." Theresa added.
"Since Father Kolowski is already using the guest quarters, you're
going to have to use Sister Catherine's old bed in my room. I'm
afraid I have one of the worst rooms in the convent, it's all the
way in the west wing behind the storage rooms. In fact at one
time it was a storage room."
"No problem," Sarah said in a tired voice. "Right now I don't
care if its a barn, as long as it's got a bed."
"Great!" Theresa said in an animated voice.
After a quick stop at the laundry to pick up clean sheets,
Sarah followed Sister Theresa through a long dark corridor past
the kitchen and storage rooms. Only a few small emergency lights
lit the way. Once the kitchen was closed for the evening, the main
lights were shut down.
"You weren't kidding about your room being way out of the
way." Sarah said as they reached a large wooden door.
"Well until they finally complete the new wing, we have to
make do." Theresa said as she opened the door with an old metal
key. "And most of the other Sisters were more than happy to
have Catherine and I sleeping far away from them."
"Why is that?" Sarah asked curiously.
"Catherine snored liked a lumberjack, and I have a bad habit
of talking in my sleep."
"Well growing up I shared a room with two sisters so I'm
sure I'll have no problem." Sarah retorted.
Dropping the sheets on the single metal frame bed, Sarah
looked about the room. The walls were painted a soft blue, with a
white lace curtain hanging aside the far window. A small desk
occupied a corner, and on it were four framed photographs. Three
were of Sister Theresa's family back in Luzon. The other was a
5x7 of her and Sister Catherine in front of the school.
"Be it ever so humble...." Theresa said as she began to help
Sarah make the bed.
With the bed finally done, Theresa walked over to her own
bed and began to take off her habit. In the six years since the
great peep show, the Order had changed to a more modern look.
Sarah was caught by surprise as the chubby Nun began to strip.
"Well you didn't think we slept in them, did you?" Theresa
said as she began to unhook her habit from behind.
"Why no, of course not." Sarah replied.
In fact, she had thought just that, as silly as it sounded.
The only way she had been able to get over her youthful
infatuation with Theresa was to banish the image of her naked
brown body from her memory. In had become near impossible for
her to visualize the round woman without the protective brown
habit.
As the habit joined her headpiece on the dressing chair,
Theresa stood in just a white bra and panties. Sarah tried very
hard not to stare, but it was impossible not to. Then when the
white bra topped the pile, Sarah had to bite her lip to keep her
composure.
If anything, Theresa's breasts had grown larger over the
years with the extra pounds she had gained. This was the closest
she had ever been to those dark brown nipples and she couldn't
take her eyes away. In the cool night air, Theresa's nipples stood
out like small erasures. Sarah felt a tingling in her own much
smaller breasts.
Unaware of Sarah's fascination with her body, Theresa
moved to a dresser draw and pulled out a blue nightshirt. With a
quick motion she slipped it on, covering her large breasts.
As she turned and finally noticed the look on Sarah's face,
Theresa assumed it was due to her attire.
"I guess you were expecting something made out of burlap."
Theresa said as she indicated her garment. "But regular nightwear
has been ok for years. Even if it has Mickey on the front." She
added as she pointed to the large mouse figure draped across her
mounds.
"Now to find something for you." Theresa continued as she
looked back into the draw. "What do you normally wear?"
"Err....I usually sleep without...." Sarah said without
thinking.
"Ok, suit yourself." Theresa replied as she closed the
dresser and crawled into the bed.
Sarah quickly stripped down to her bright red panties and
slipped under her sheet. A smile crossed her lips as Theresa
wished her goodnight.
"It's a good thing I'm not a guy." Sarah thought as she
began to drift off to sleep. "Cause I'd have the hard on to end all
hard ons right now."
Sarah found that she was unable to sleep more than a half
hour. Tired as she had been, she couldn't get Theresa's naked
image out of her head. She had been over it years ago, she kept
repeating to herself. She'd had several affairs with other women
and had even fallen in love for a time. Why was it so hard to put
this Nun out of her thoughts.
"Because she was the first....." Sarah said to herself. "And
she was the one you could never have."
Burying her head in the pillow, Sarah once again tried to find
elusive sleep.
About an hour later, Sarah was still trying. Then she heard
a soft mumbling from across the room. Theresa was saying
something, but she couldn't make it out. Was she praying?
Then Sarah remembered what Theresa had said earlier
about sometimes talking in her sleep. Intrigued, she rose silently
from her bed and moved a little closer to try and hear better.
Tiptoeing across the room, Sarah found that she could now
hear Theresa clearly. Understanding her was another thing
entirely. Sister Theresa was speaking in Tagalog, her native
tongue. She also seeming to be rocking back and forth in her bed,
perhaps she was having a nightmare.
Deciding that it would be better not to wake her, Sarah
began to return back to her bed when she heard an English word.
Theresa was calling Sister Catherine's name.
Curiosity renewed, Sarah returned to her earlier position
and moved around the bed to get a better look. Theresa had
kicked her sheets to the foot of the bed, giving Sarah a clear view
of the sleeping woman.
"Omigod!" Sarah whispered in amazement as she stepped
back and clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from calling
out.
She looked again to be sure of what she had seen, not that
she had any real doubt. With her Mickey Mouse nightshirt pulled
up around her waist, Theresa had pulled down her panties and was
masturbating with vigor. Sarah looked again to be sure that she
really was asleep. Then she heard her call out Sister Catherine's
name again.
"I can't believe this." Sarah said to herself as she
unconsciously dropped her hand to her own panty covered mound.
"Were the two Nuns lovers?"
Sliding her fingers beneath her waist band, Sarah ran her
fingers across her rapidly growing wetness. She had heard stories
that many Nuns were gay, but was always though them stories. But
then every story had some truth in it. A girlfriend's sister had
become a Nun and once told her that during their first few years
they were never allowed to be alone with another Sister. There
always had to be a third Nun present.
A soft moan from Theresa snapped Sarah back from her
musings. She didn't know about another Nuns, but she was sure
that Theresa was as much a lesbian as she was. It was a shock to
realize this and she was torn at what to do. To suddenly discover
that her forbidden impossible love was actually possible made her a
little light-headed. The sensible thing she told herself, would be
to crawl back to bed and try to sort it all out in the morning.
Unfortunately, with all of her long buried adolescent
fantasies suddenly exploding in both the forefront of her mind as
well as within the growing fire between her legs, sensible was the
last thing she wanted to be.
A small rational voice deep within her cried out that she was
being foolish. That she could be throwing away everything she had
worked for so long. But a rising chorus of passion quickly downed
that voice of reason out.
With a trembling hand, Sarah reached down and brushed her
fingers across the hairy edge of Sister Theresa's maidenhood.
Summoning her courage, she moved it downward and soon reached
the light pink clitoris nestled between the dark brown lips. Gently
stroking it, she sat down on the edge of the bed.
Sarah was debating her next move when Teresa began to
stir. Sensing the strange touch on her body, she began to open her
dark brown eyes.
"Catherine..?" She asked sleepily.
As her eyes fully opened she remembered Catherine was
long gone. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, then she saw
Sarah sitting next to her.
"Blessed Mary, Mother of God!" She exclaimed as she
jumped up in the bed, causing Sarah to be startled.
Theresa pulled the sheet around her, horrified that her
former student had witnessed her shameful weakness. All those
years of hiding her lusts within these stone walls were now
exposed.
"Oh Sarah, please forgive me." She said in a rapid tone.
"Forgive you?" Sarah asked. "Forgive you for what?"
"For my sinful display of course."
"Theresa, in my mind, the only thing sinful about what you
were doing is the fact that you were doing it alone." Sarah said in
a calm understanding voice.
"I don't understand?" Theresa said, a perplexed expression
on her face.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," Sarah continued. "But the way I
see it, you Sister Mary Theresa are a bona fided lesbian and I'd
bet my last paycheck that you and Sister Catherine were a lot
more than roommates."
Theresa's brown skin paled with embarrassment as she
listened to Sarah. All her life she'd had these feelings, even as a
little girl in her village. Her parents, with their strong unbending
catholic upbringings, never could understand that she was
different. When she showed no interest in the young men who
approached her father about taking her as a wife, the decision was
made to ship her off to the convent school at age 16. Marriage or
the Convent, there had been no middle ground.
It wasn't until she had come to America that she found the
words to describe what she felt. And it wasn't until she had met
Catherine that she came to grips with those feelings. Within these
stone walls they had been able to create a private world, safe from
prying eyes. Until now.
"I know what you're thinking," Sarah said. "That the minute
morning comes, everyone in the school is going to know what you
and Catherine have been doing back here. But believe me when I
say, no one will ever hear anything of the sort. Least of all from
me."
"You'll keep my secret?" Theresa asked.
"I guess I'd have to, especially after I tell you that I share
the same secret. I supposed that makes us members of a different
sort of sisterhood."
"You're a lesbian?" The Nun asked as she finally started to
relax.
"Since I was 17." Sarah said. "Since the days when you used
to tutor me in math."
Sarah went on to tell Theresa everything. About how she
had discovered her emerging homosexuality as a teenager. Of
the secret feeling she had harbored toward Theresa all those
lonely days and nights. She even told her all about the great
shower peek show and of the many afternoons she had return to
the shower to watch her.
"I'm overwhelmed." Theresa stated. "I had no idea. I was
so afraid of showing any feelings outside of this room, it was years
before I even let myself have any friends."
With the specter of discovery banished, Sarah and Theresa
returned to the friendly warmness they had shared in so many late
night discussions. The only change was that now there were no
longer any secrets between them.
"I have to ask," Sarah interrupted. "Since they would kick
you out of the Order if they found out about you and Catherine,
and since even becoming a Nun was your parents idea not yours,
what didn't you just leave?".
"That's a pretty big question." Sarah said. "And there's no
easy answer. There are two main reasons I guess. The first is
that even if I left, Catherine wouldn't. She's been in the order
twenty five years, and had no wish to start over. Over the last
year she began to become increasingly worried that someone would
find out. When her father became ill, she jumped at the excuse to
request a transfer and put an end to our relationship."
"But Catherine left three months ago...."
"The second reason is simply that I'm afraid. This is the
only life I've know. How could I survive outside these walls. Yet I
know if I don't come to a decision soon, I'm going to follow the
same path as Catherine. I don't want to wake up one day and find
myself all alone. I've been so alone these last weeks, I feel so
empty. My life is a lie and I don't know what to do about it."
Sarah took both Theresa's hands in her own. Looking into
her dark eyes, she smiled and said.
"First of all, you're not alone - at least not anymore. No
matter what you eventually decide, I'll stand with you. Even if I
have to stand up and tell the world who I really am."
"You'd do that?" Theresa asked emotionally. "How could you
decide to sacrifice everything so easily?"
"When I think about all the things you did for me. About
how I wouldn't be where I am if not for your help. Then the
decision isn't all that difficult."
Theresa gripped her hands tightly, overcome with affection
for her former student. For the first time in her life, she knew
the true meaning of love.
"You said that was the first thing." Theresa finally said
with a beaming smile "What was the second?"
"Something I wish I'd done six years ago...." Sarah said as
she leaned forward and kissed Theresa on her mouth.
Taken by surprise, Theresa didn't know how to respond.
Aside from the few boys she had dated back in the Philippines, she
had never kissed anyone. Her physical relationship with Catherine
had been restricted to mutual masturbation. She had never
actually made love to anyone - man or woman.
She found Sarah's kiss to be soft and pleasing. When she
felt the moist warmth of Sarah's tongue against her mouth she
instinctively opened to admit it. The warmth spread throughout
her body, bringing to life long denied urges.
"I love you, Theresa." Sarah said as she broke the kiss.
"I've loved you since I was a student. I want to make love to you,
if you'll let me."
The quickness in which she answered yes surprised Theresa.
She felt as she had just taken a giant step in regaining her own
life. Whether Sarah was going to be a part of that life was a
question for the future. For the moment, the world beyond this
room no longer existed. All that mattered was the warmth of
Sarah's body pressed against her own, and the triphammer beating
of their hearts.
"You don't know how many nights I've dreamed of these big
beautiful breasts." Sarah exclaimed as she pulled the blue
nightshirt up over Teresa's head.
Lifting one of the large breasts with both hands, she lifted
it to her mouth. Teresa's areola had to be almost threes inches
across, dark brown against a lighter shaded skin. Sarah began to
suck tenderly on the nipple, sending ripples of delight through
Teresa's body. Her tongue began to dart alongside the dark
circle, covering it with her hot saliva. Then she would take as much
of it as she could inside her mouth, her tongue playing with the
hard nipples as she did.
While Sarah switched her attention to the other mammoth
mound, Teresa reached down and slid her hand in between Sarah's
legs. To her surprise, Sarah's crotch was hairless, giving it a wet,
slippery feeling. Already well lubricated by Sarah's own earlier
attentions, it effortlessly admitted her two fingers, followed
quickly by a third. Moving as fast as she could, she began to
furiously finger-fuck her new lover.
Sarah responded by continuing to pay with her melon sized
tits, alternating between kissing, sucking or just plain squeezing
them. She would then bury her face between them, pulling them
tight against her cheeks as she licked the skin in between.
Bringing her attentions downward, Sarah soon confronted
the hairiest pussy she had ever seen. Most of Theresa's body had
some hair on it, but no where was it fuller than between her legs.
Normally Sarah liked a closely trimmed crotch, or one clean shaven
like her own. But knowing that she was approaching virgin
territory made the thick shrub all the more exciting.
Reaching her objective, she used both hands to pull apart
the fleshy skin and reveal the pinkness within. The fragrant aroma
of raw womanhood greeted her nostrils as she reached in with her
tongue and licked around her clit. Then she began to explore
inside Teresa, using her talented tongue like a doctor's probe.
Teresa laid back, eyes closed and waded in the waves of new
sensations. If only she had know it could be this wonderful. Her
pussy throbbed with excitement as Sarah's tongue drew more and
more sweet nectar. The younger woman buried her face between
her thighs, causing the older woman to erupt again in a burst of
girlcum.
"Mmmmm" Sarah moaned as she sucked the fruit of her
labors into her mouth.
Teresa was now lost to the world as succeeding torrids of
ecstasy raced through her body. Her fingers had slid out of
Sarah's cunt a few minutes before with the onset of orgasm. Not
that Sarah cared. All she wanted to do was drain her pussy dry.
Teresa's body shook twice more, then finally she could give
no more. Never had see felt so exhausted or satisfied. Sarah just
laid there, licking the spilled juices from her legs. When she
finally emerged, her face was covered from cheek to cheek with
shiny girlcum.
Pulling herself up along side Teresa, she gave her a long
penetrating kiss. The taste of her own climax filled her mouth,
sending a new surge of satisfaction within her. Experimenting with
her own tongue, she explored the wetness of Sarah's mouth.
Embracing Sarah she ran her hands across her much smaller
pale breasts, playing with the nipples as she had seen Sarah do.
Kissing one after the other, she was delighted to find that Sarah's
body had it's own unique taste. She couldn't wait to explore the
rest of her.
"Later," Sarah said as she kissed her once more. "Right now
I just want you to hold me."
With that, Teresa pulled Sarah closer, letting her rest her
head upon those huge brown breasts which had so fascinated her
before. For long minutes they just laid there as Teresa pondered
her actions. Surprisingly she didn't feel the least bit of guilt. An
emotion which had always followed any activity with Catherine. If
anything, she felt contentment.
Brushing Sarah's light blonde hair away from her face,
Teresa smiled as she realized that her new love had fallen asleep.
She kissed her on the forehead and laid her head against Sarah's.
In less than five minutes, she too was fast asleep.
Four months later, Sister Mary Teresa walked into Mother
Patricia's office and announced she was giving up her vows. Before
the month was out, she had resettled in New England as the new
assistant principle of an exclusive girl's school.
At the end of the school year, Sarah too tendered her
resignation, citing a better job offer. The Penderhouse School
was more than happy to welcome her to their staff, especially
after the flowing recommendation she had received from their
new assistant principle.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1995
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