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Subject: {ASSM} "Angelina the Naive Nymphette"  1/2  by Jeff Zephyr (Naive    Nympho) (F-solo, exhib)
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Usual disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you aren't old 
enough to read this, go home!  Don't blame me if you have problems which result 
from reading further.

Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  Please don't distribute 
in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons is 
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things 
mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any representations 
of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive local 
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 Angelina the Naive Nymphette (Part 1) - by Jeff Zephyr  (F-solo, exhib) 
(jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000.  All Commercial Rights Reserved.


Angelina the Naive Nymphette
 
The spot between her legs was her treasure, a gift from God as she always 
thought of it.  No one had told her what the purpose of the rapturous sensations 
contact there generated. On her own, she had decided that such ecstasy had to 
come from the source of love, God.  It was something to enjoy, though she wished 
she knew more about its nature.

  Angelina was naked in the woods near the old farmhouse that had been her home 
for over ten years.  Lying among the leaves, feeling the afterglow of the 
sensations she called "the love of God," which came from touching her body, and 
most intensely from between the warm moistness between her legs. An observer 
would have called her beautiful, at the least, but the 14 year old girl didn't 
know that, nor would she have truly understood how exciting she looked, quite 
developed for her age.  Blonde hair, mid-length with natural curls, a face and 
body unblemished by acne and with evidence of extensive, loving exposure to the 
sun, and a shape that could easily have inspired sculptors to a new rendition of 
Venus, she would have dazzled even dressed.  In her natural state, with the 
flush of orgasm still on her, even a priest would have been tempted.

 She knew that her body responded to touch, not just her hands, but the wind, 
rain, brushing against leaves and trees, and the lovely sensations of swimming 
in the pond near the house.  Naked, she could enjoy touches at every point, and 
though she neglected nothing, it was the point between her legs that always 
ended her tactile explorations.  Nothing matched the sensations there, whether 
from fingers, twigs, or just the rush of wind and rain.

  The old nun, Sister Abigail, was both teacher and guardian to Angelina, yet 
never answered any questions about sexual pleasure, or even details about sex 
itself, pleasurable or not. Icy silence answered any unwanted inquiries, or 
worse, threats of punishment, which Angelina knew would quickly become reality.  
However, the old gray-haired woman's orders stopped her from giving any 
information about sex at all, or doing anything to reduce the girl's innocence.  
Therefore, Angelina never learned that sex was evil, or even what sex actually 
was.  Orgasm and masturbation she had learned on her own, but not the names or 
reasons for them.

  The sum total of her teaching on sex was that after marriage to a good man -- 
and no one would marry any other kind -- you would learn to know him in a 
special way, as the bible taught. From that union, the blessing of children 
would come.  Sister Abigail never gave any details on the process. In their 
isolation, with no people able to visit without permission, she was able to keep 
all knowledge of sexuality from Angelina, and much else of the nature of life 
and relationships.  The young girl had not even seen a man or boy, no male at 
all, during her stay there, and had only the vaguest idea of the difference 
between the sexes.

  True enough, the onset of puberty brought a need to deal with the "curse of 
Eve."  But only the basic mechanics of dealing with the situation were taught, 
not the cause of it.  It was just another bit of life for the girl, nothing 
special, part of growing up, like the growth in her breasts and hips, and the 
new hair on her body.  Sister Abigail was especially reluctant to discuss this 
particular bloody topic, and by that age, Angelina was no longer disposed to 
question her cold, demanding teacher.

  The old nun was the ideal candidate for the unusual requirements that 
Angelina's Great Grandmother Letitia had set for her.  If Abigail ever had the 
slightest sexual feelings, she never revealed them.  Not even in the negative 
fashion, by disapproving of the girl's sexual explorations or nudity, though 
neither did she show approval.  When Angelina would be discovered naked outside, 
as she often liked to play "Eve" in the garden and woods, her only punishment 
came from the cold of nature.  Sister Abigail did punish her for skipping 
lessons or chores to play outside, naked or not, and would discourage her from 
running around the house naked, or near it, on the grounds that she might catch 
cold, or get dirty, and also, that she had to do her lessons properly attired, 
in order to learn well.  When Angelina moaned in her room at night, feeling the 
"love of god," Abigail in no way chastised her, nor did she mention it, beyond 
reminding her to do her prayer phrases by lesson, not just whatever she felt 
like doing. The girl never saw the old woman unclothed in any way, nor heard any 
moans from her room at night.  It was as though her teacher and guardian were 
beyond such feelings, as far as Angelina could tell. She had long before learned 
not to pry far into the personal life of the people she knew.

  Angelina was blissfully unaware of the situation that had prompted her 
placement in this isolated wilderness.  Vague memories of her parents filled her 
dreams, but they were gone from her waking life, and she had not wondered about 
them for a long time.  She believed they were dead, and that this place was 
where she was supposed to be, since everyone told her so.  Her inheritance, as 
the heir chosen by her Great Grandmother, who had never come to this place since 
Angelina arrived, was also unknown to her, but it was her family's resources 
which made this possible.  Keeping the secret, and enforcing the rules, was 
something at which Sister Abigail excelled.  While Angelina rarely feared the 
old woman, despite her cold aloofness, the other visitors were very deferential, 
almost fearful.

  Angelina was lonely for friendly companions, but didn't understand what she 
was missing.  No pets were allowed, though she did observe the animals and birds 
around her home, and would find seeds and scraps of food to feed them, when she 
was alone in the woods.  But the wild animals weren't the same as a pet, and 
couldn't offer the closeness she needed. Observation of animal reproduction 
didn't lead to knowledge of how humans did so, and Angelina's teaching directly 
suggested that it was otherwise.

  Sister Abigail would permit hugs from the girl, but never returned or 
encouraged them.  In teaching, she was strict though punishment rarely involved 
physical contact. Instead, Angelina would be deprived of treats, assigned extra 
chores, confined inside the house, and the ultimate threat, confined to a 
windowless cellar room for severe disobedience.  After one bad incident, with 
several days spent in that cell at age eight, Angelina ceased attempting to hug, 
or even touch, the old teacher.  It was near that time that she developed the 
persistent habit of playing "Eve in the garden," though she had no Adam of her 
own, or even a good likeness to imagine what one would be. No real clue as to 
why being naked could be wrong, either.  To run and play outside was her freedom 
and release, and when she learned the pleasures of her body, it was even more 
important to her.  Losing it due to disobedience wasn't acceptable, so at the 
house, she was a very good, proper student.  Her curriculum was unusual, 
omitting much of history and biology, those things which could lead to revealing 
the evils of mankind.  Yet it lacked nothing for basic education, and little in 
pure intellectual pursuits and sciences.  Her religious instruction was also 
limited, since it was impossible to avoid revealing evils in the process.  A 
great deal of her instruction came directly from her teacher, without references 
to anything beyond.

  Complete isolation was impossible, of course, because food and other supplies 
had to be delivered, and Sister Abigail couldn't handle every teaching task, nor 
medical needs.  Little additional information was available from these visitors 
early on, despite Angelina's curious questions.  They seemed as unwilling to 
answer on certain topics as Sister Abigail, even when the old woman wasn't 
around.  All of the visitors were female, adults, and tended not to speak to the 
young girl living there, avoiding contact, though they did look at her.  The two 
who delivered supplies never even revealed their names, and if Angelina went too 
close to them, she'd be ordered inside to do chores, or simply confined to her 
room.  She didn't know what was wrong with speaking with other people, but she 
knew that there was some reason for it.

  Sister Abigail almost never left the house, but when she did leave, or was 
sick, Sister Christina, a young woman in her mid-twenties, shy and reserved, was 
around to help out.  Though Christina wasn't all that young, she was much 
younger than the other visitors, and was the closest to a real friend for young 
Angelina.  Sister Christy, as Angelina usually called her (Abigail refused to 
accept Abby, or any other shortening, of her name) taught music, dance, and art, 
things that the serious Abigail wasn't able to deal with well.  Christy had the 
most contact of the visitors, along with the Doctor (who never gave a name, just 
that title). None gave Angelina much more explanation of the world outside, but 
their contact and friendliness was an essential bit of light and hope in the 
girl's life.  Without them, Angelina might have fallen into despair, with none 
but the cold, practical teaching and guardianship of the old Sister Abigail.

  Sister Christy told Angelina, often, that she loved her.  Not just that God 
did, as he did all things, which is all that old Abigail ever said of love.  The 
Doctor also told her that she was loved.  Though the older Doctor was less 
inclined than Christy to let the girl hug her, and sit close, both offered that 
most human contact to her.  Neither lived at the house, though Christy would 
sometimes stay for weeks.  Those days when only Sister Abigail was around, 
Angelina was glad for chores which let her be outside, and more for the time she 
was allowed to just play and wander around, especially when she could get naked.

  The Doctor saw her naked often during examinations, never insisting that she 
cover up in a gown or such, and of course, realized that her all-over tan was 
the result of frequent exposure.  Though the Doctor called her pretty, she 
avoided giving any outward sign of the sexual effect the girl had, as she was 
growing up into a lovely young woman.  Angelina had been a beautiful child, even 
at age eight, when she first discovered the joy of rubbing her naked body 
outside against leaves and sand.  Learning that playing "Eve" gave her a freedom 
from Sister Abigail, who did not want to discourage this innocence by 
displeasure even with her presence, made her want to do it all the time, even in 
the snows of winter.  The cold did restrict her time spent naked, but the 
sensations of cold wind and snow against her body were worth it, There was 
always private time in the barn later, which had a small stove, enough to warm 
her up after such adventures, and it was acceptable for her to do so naked, 
ostensibly for bathing, even though there was a perfectly fine tub in the house.

  By age 10, her nipples grew and became very sensitive, with the flesh around 
them expanding.  That year as well, new hairs grew between her legs and under 
her arms, and it seemed to Angelina that her whole body was becoming more 
sensitive to touch, most especially that place between her legs.  The Doctor 
explained this as just part of growing up, a natural development, and nothing to 
worry about.  The early blossoming of the girl's body affected the Doctor, and 
Angelina noticed the lady staring at her, after an examination.  Even though the 
Doctor surely had more than enough time to look at the naked girl, and even 
touch her, she kept looking at the lovely girl, who sat naked, legs apart, 
waiting for the Doctor to tell her to go, or get dressed.  When Angelina asked, 
"What are you looking for? Is something wrong with me?", the Doctor's quick, 
embarrassed reply confused the girl.

  "Uh, no... nothing's wrong.  I was just noticing how pretty you were, that's 
all, like in a painting."

  Later that day, Angelina heard raised voices from both Sister Abigail and the 
Doctor, but wasn't able to hear the words.  She thought that there was still 
something wrong, a problem with her, but she couldn't imagine what it was.

  The next visit from the Doctor seemed normal, except that the lady was more 
aloof, and wouldn't answer any questions about the previous visit. Very 
professionally, she looked away from the naked girl as much as she could.  As 
Angelina got older, and the signs of her arousal became harder to ignore, it was 
difficult for the Doctor to keep her demeanor so calm, but somehow, she managed 
it.  Despite the lack of enthusiasm on the Doctor's part in appearance, Angelina 
thoroughly enjoyed the physical contact of the Doctor's examinations, especially 
those of the places between her legs.  The Doctor washed, but didn't use gloves 
for the majority of the exam, and being touched, especially on her pleasurable 
points, thrilled Angelina.  The girl wanted more, but knew better than to ask, 
especially when Sister Abigail might hear.

  Sister Christina did not have equal opportunity to observe Angelina closely in 
the nude, but even with clothing on, she was an attractive girl, with an 
innocent sensuality that was hard to ignore.  Angelina loved life, and all of 
the pleasures she could find in it, and showed it often.  While Sister Abigail 
took little notice of her exuberance, and would quickly direct her to more 
intellectual pursuits, Christy encouraged her enthusiasms.  Though the young 
Sister did not mention or participate in the girl's sexual playing, she did 
follow Angelina into the woods when she was naked, and observed it often.  
Unlike Sister Abigail, Christy did not tell her to clothe herself when in the 
house, or near it.  When it was warm, Christy let Angelina paint, sing, and 
dance, naked and lovely.  Though Sister Abigail seemed aware of this situation, 
it was apparently acceptable as long as the reason was to improve the teaching 
environment.  Naked, the girl's muscle movements were far more clear than with 
clothes on, and Angelina enjoyed the brief touches that Sister Christy's ballet 
teaching sometimes required.  Though Angelina would often hug Christy, even 
while naked, Christy never initiated that contact, at least until Angelina 
turned fourteen.  Nor did she reveal any overt attraction to the girl, though 
her naked beauty and innocent lust were hard to ignore.

  Sister Abigail was an excellent teacher of the academic arts, and by herself, 
gave her young charge an education better than most school systems could manage.  
But it was Sister Christina that encouraged Angelina to explore sensuality and 
joy, and helped accept, if not explain, the wonderful pleasures that she 
experienced from touching herself, and rubbing her body against things.  The 
experience of art, music, and dance, along with general athletics, was joyous, 
and the young girl's joy was reflected in her teacher.

  By age 13, Angelina regularly enjoyed the pleasures from her body, and Sister 
Christina spent more time observing her in the woods.  There were times during 
her classes, especially dance, where Christy would touch Angelina, or let 
Angelina brush her body against hers, pushing her breasts against fingers, or in 
her teacher's face.  Sister Christina sometimes would pretend to ignore such 
contacts, or act as though it was mere accident, but after each such incident, 
it would be several days, sometimes weeks, before she would return to teach 
again.  Angelina wasn't sure whether the touches and departures were related, as 
Christy did spend time away occasionally.  Sister Abigail, when pressed, 
insisted that it was merely business, personal or otherwise not the girl's 
concern.  Angelina was never sure, but she worried that somehow, there was 
something wrong in her life, that her only friend would be gone away, and might 
not come back.

  When Angelina reached her 14th birthday, she was a very attractive girl, with 
a woman's figure starting to appear, and a poise of sensuality which was 
difficult to miss, even when she was clothed.  The "love of God" she enjoyed 
frequently, especially during the hot summer of that year.  Sister Abigail's 
lessons were less intense now, and the girl was able to keep up without constant 
direction.  In addition, the old Sister seemed to spend more time alone herself, 
leaving the girl to wander around, without apparent escort or watch.  The girl 
did go quite far from her home, but never saw a sign of other people.  She knew 
that there were some, elsewhere, but she had no clue where to go.  One day, she 
went so far away, naked, that she couldn't find her way by night, and it rained.  
Shivering and cold, she managed to find her way back.  The Doctor and Sister 
Christy were both at the house, worried sick about her.  Despite her nudity, 
Sister Abigail made no complaint, and just let her come in, to be checked out.

  Warming up her body heated more than just her skin.  Angelina hugged Christy, 
and the Doctor.  After a hot shower, during which Angelina caressed herself, but 
not quite to climax, the Doctor examined her again.  This time, only the Doctor 
was present, and though the examination didn't strictly require close contact 
with Angelina's sensitive spots, Angelina asked for that.

  "I feel funny there.  Could you take a look, feel and see if it is OK?"

  "OK, my girl, I can do that."

  It didn't take long for the Doctor to find that there was nothing wrong, but 
she couldn't ignore the hot moisture between the girl's legs, which wasn't from 
her shower.  Though it was forbidden, the Doctor spent longer than usual 
examining the girl's private place, and then, examined her breasts, even though 
Angelina had not mentioned them.  Angelina sighed when her nipples were pressed 
in and pulled, but to her dismay, the Doctor stopped before "the love of God" 
reached its peak.  The Doctor turned away, and Angelina decided that it would be 
OK to take matters into her own hands, and did so, taking only a moment to draw 
out the glorious wet sensation.

  This did not go unnoticed by the Doctor, who hoped that the others, especially 
Sister Abigail, had failed to spot her indiscretion.  True, she had not gone 
much past her instructions with her charge, nor her professional ethics, but in 
her heart she wanted it. To do more: to let the girl know what her joy was, and 
share it with her.  That was against the rules, of course, and might not be 
appreciated by the girl, if she would offer it brazenly.  Certainly, the old 
Sister, and their employer, would not consider it acceptable at all, and the 
consequences of that would be too much to take.

  Angelina was so lovely now that it was hard for anyone to resist her charms, 
if they had any interest in such things.  Sister Abigail still managed to do it, 
but even Christy, with no experience of her own to entice her, had a hard time 
dealing with it.  Unlike Abigail, she had observed the end of her contact with 
the Doctor, and now found it difficult to remain aloof, to resist, especially 
with the more frequent, sustained contact they had during that summer.

  The extra attention pleased the girl, and she enjoyed the increase in physical 
contact. In her dreams, Angelina was touched and touched others, and enjoyed it.  
She imagined what it would be like to touch Christy, the Doctor, and even Sister 
Abigail, especially with they as well as herself naked.  Whenever Angelina 
thought that Christy's touches might remain on her breasts, buttocks, or the 
most fleeting and rare, on the hair between her legs, her teacher would pull 
back, and go on with the lesson.  This was frustrating to the girl, who wanted 
something more.  She just didn't know what she was missing, what more she could 
do with her life.

 One hot afternoon, Angelina was working hard at her dance steps, mixing a bit 
of jazz moves into her ballet.  Naked, as usual, and in the heat, Christy had 
undone her outfit, though it still revealed nothing more than a bit of bare 
shoulder, it no longer concealed.  Especially, it didn't conceal her hard 
nipples.  Running up to her teacher, Angelina pressed her body into her, 
deliberately aiming the sensitive place between her legs at her hand. Christy 
did not stop that, or discourage it. She even stroked her there, gently, while 
Angelina rested between exercises.  Not for long, but more than just a quick, 
fleeting touch, and with Angelina most intensely enjoying the situation.  Sister 
Abigail was away, they were in the barn, and it just felt safe.  As the lesson 
neared its usual end time, Angelina hugged her teacher.  For the first time that 
she could remember, someone kissed her.  Christy pulled the girl to her, and 
kissed her, first a gentle, chaste kiss, then more intensely, pushing her tongue 
into the girl's mouth.
 
  Angelina had rubbed her lips before, and tasted her fingers after pushing them 
into her body, but this sensation was something new, more intense than she had 
ever imagined anything could be.  With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the contact, 
the feeling of another's hands caressing her ass, then her breasts, nipples, 
stomach...

  She was sure that finally, she'd have someone touch her place of pleasure, and 
arched back in anticipation.  But the sensations stopped.  Christy let go of 
her, backing away, almost running.  Then, her teacher stopped and stood, saying 
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that.  I don't want you to think that I'd do 
anything... to hurt you, to bother you."

  Then, with small tears in her eyes, Christy ran.  Angelina didn't know what to 
do at first, but soon followed, but didn't find her teacher.  She went into the 
woods, hoping she'd find her.  Instead, she found the pond where she'd swim 
often, and the light drizzling rain encouraged her to jump in and relax, 
enjoying herself.  Soon afterward, her touches on her body gave her peace, and 
she hoped that somehow, she had not done something bad to her only friend.

  Her peace didn't last, as worry returned.  The rain intensified, and Angelina 
lay on her back, legs spread and raised, to let the sensations there drive 
thought from her brain.  She had done that more often lately, letting the "love 
of God" drive away her troubles, at least for a while.  This time, she wanted 
even more intense sensations, and found a stone, rounded from the water, to push 
against her sensitive places, and into her, filling her.  Not too deep, but with 
the hard stone contrasting with her soft fingers, mixed with rain.  The 
unpredictable rain varied from soft sprinkles to intense, painful hits, and 
Angelina took it all. Time had no meaning for her, only the pleasure of her 
body, the joy of nature's intense massage highlighting her own directed 
attentions.

  When Angelina returned to the house, after dressing, Sister Abigail was back.  
"Where is Sister Christy?  I mean, Christina?" Angelina asked.

  "She had to go away.  I don't know if she will be able to return this time, 
church business sometimes takes people away suddenly."

  "Did she say anything at all about me?"

  "No.  Oh, she said you were doing well in class, and perhaps, did not need 
more from her teaching."

  For some time after that, Angelina was unhappy.  She hoped that Christy could 
come back, or perhaps, even someone new, if she could not.  With only Sister 
Abigail for regular company, her home seemed very cold.  In the woods, she could 
be free, and enjoy life, and especially, feel the "love of god" manifest itself 
in her.  Had nothing changed, had no imposition of the outside world come into 
her life, it is hard to guess how the sweet, innocent, lusty girl would have 
turned out.


  End of Part 1


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