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				Theresa's Deportment

	"Language Theresa!"

	"But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..."

	"Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding
house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the
fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason."
Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of
them putting on airs.

	"I never ate before with my left hand Mrs. Bradshaw."

	"You are a student now in the most prestigious Ladies College in this
country Theresa; you must learn assume the manners of an aspiring lady.
Snickering is not polite Helen! I will make a note of this in your
ledger."

	"Yes Mrs. Bradshaw, I'm sorry."

				*	*	*

	"What is with that woman Diane; it's just a boarding house for heavens
sake. She's not my mother." They were dodging traffic, crossing the broad
avenue heading for the college across the street.

	"It's better than living in one of the dorms, Theresa and there are no
other accommodations within walking distance. You'll get used to her; she
is a warm caring woman inside that highbrow amazon exterior."

	"She's stricter than any of our teachers and she has nothing to do with
the college. And her boarding house entrance requirements are tougher
than the college's "

	"This is my third year Theresa. I lived the first year in the dorms and
was glad to get out She wants a certain type of girl in her house. You
know, so there won't be fights and all that." They mounted the steps and
headed for their respective classrooms.

				*	*	*


	"Diane, wake up."

	"What, what...?"

	"Listen, in the next room, somebody is beating up somebody."

	"Oh they're just having a little innocent fun."

	"What do you mean fun? Somebody is being slapped in Kirsten and Sue Lin's
room."

	"Oh just a little hand spanking, only a few love taps; they'll kiss and
make up. There'll be ecstatic moaning in a minute. Listen."

	"They're giggling now, Diane."

	"Don't worry maybe it'll be our turn tomorrow night. Go to sleep."

	"Our turn for what, flagellation and lesbian love making?" Diane sat up
and kissed Theresa warmly on the cheek."

	"You want to do it with me now?"

	"Do what Diane? I'm not a lesbian that's a sinful act."

	"So is masturbation, don't tell me you've never done that."

	"Never! ... Well, not really; not ... very often that is." Diane threw
herself back on the pillow and pulled Theresa over next to her. "No Diane
I'm not doing that with you, never!"

	"Alright let's just hug then and listen to the next room. You don't mind
hugging me do you?"

	"No, just as long as you don't try anything else." They listened to the
moaning in the other room until it fell silent. Diane kissed her on the
cheek and again half on the lips, hugging her tightly. "That ... that was
on the lips Diane, please don't do that.

	"You are snuggling into me, you like that don't you?" Theresa pulled back
and pushed Diane's hand away.

	"I ... I did for a minute but it's not right. I'm not a lesbian. They
were silent for a few minutes. "Diane?"

	"Let me sleep now, we'll talk tomorrow, OK?"

	"I just want to know one thing?"

	"What? I'm tired."

	"What's it like being a  ... a lesbian?"

	"First of all, I'm not a lesbian. I just take orgasms where I can get
them. Secondly, what's it like being heterosexual?"

	"Well I don't know I've never had an orgasm, with ... a person."

	"You still got your cherry?'

	"No. ... I don't think so. I just..."

	"You deflowered yourself. Lost of girl's do that, horny girls that is.
You're sexual be glad of it. Some women never have one orgasm in a
lifetime. You must have had plenty of guys after you though?"

	"Good looking boys are not interested in me, I'm too fat and anyway I'm
saving myself." Diane sat up and turned the night light on.

	"Honey you're not fat, just well developed. In our grandfather's time you
would have been the belle of the ball."

	"Yes but that's not the Hollywood image today, is it?"

	"Well sweetie, you turn me on." Diane turned reaching one arm across her
bedmate. They gazed into each other eyes in the dim light. Theresa
nervously pushed one hand against Diane's shoulder.

	"No Diane I can't. I won't, it's wrong!"

	"You eyes are saying yes, yes, Theresa; you know that." She began to
gently caress Theresa's hip and outer thigh. Theresa was breathing
deeply, her mind desperately searching for a logical reason to stop her
body's desire to let go and surrender. Diane's hand moved to her inside
thigh groping and caressing the soft flesh while slowly moved closer to
its inevitable destination. Theresa vainly closed her thighs on the
invasive hand but it was too late. She gasped as a finger slipped under
her panties groping through her bush, gently tracing her outer labia.

	"No Diane, no please." Her thighs spread and her pelvis rose as she
spoke, belying her words. Diane palmed her mound, her fingers gently
closing, squeezing probing. "Oh no, Diane oh no, what are you doing to
me? Please..." She began to rock her pelvis into the probing hand while
her own was transformed from brace to hook, pulling Diane's face down to
her open mouth. A tongue entered there, as a finger entered her vagina.
She shook spasmodically while her thighs opened and closed in time with
her breathing. Diane worked one finger inside, her thumb caressing the
inner labia and clitoris while another finger ever so gently stroked her
perineum. Totally intoxicated with passion for her lover but uncertain of
how to respond she gingerly caressed Diane's back. They sucked on each
other's lips until Theresa began to moan loudly, as her orgasm shot
ever-increasing rushes throughout her body. Diane kissed her neck and
breast while caressing her body gently as Theresa's rush wore down.

	"I never thought sex could be that great Diane. I've never felt like that
doing ... it myself."

	"That was only the beginning sweetie." She brought her dripping fingers
to Theresa's face and wiped her lips with the honeyed juices of her
climax.

	"What, what are you  ... that's my...."

	"That 's right honey your own love juice." She inserted her finger past
Theresa's lips. Suck it sweetie."
Theresa tasted cautiously and Denise then kissed her, inserting her tongue.

	"Oh Diane I should hate you for doing this to me but I felt so good, so
good, um so good. What do you mean, this is only the beginning?" Diane
licked Theresa's lips and inserted her tongue wiggling it teasingly

	"Next time you get the tongue dear."

	"You don't mean down there?"

	"If you think you had a great climax this time just wait. Next time
you'll scream so loud the roof will come off."

	"You don't really mean you're doing it down there, do you?"

	"Good night Theresa."


				*	*	*

	"Is every thing prepared Diane?"

	"Yes Mrs. Bradshaw, I'm just buttering the toast and Theresa is setting
the table in the dining room."

	"How is your gender reform project going Diane."

	"Step by step Mrs. Bradshaw, I'll know better in a few days. I must say
Mrs. Bradshaw your intuition about such matters border on the magical. 
It has made the development and practical implication of the project much
easier. I can't thank you enough for guiding me."

	"Your success is my pleasure Diane, life has taught me that it's all in
the eyes. I knew there would be complications because of the subject's
common upbringing and family background. You are becoming a very
accomplished lady Diane. I'm very proud of you."

	"Thank you Mrs. Bradshaw, I'm gratified to hear that."

	"Oh there you are Theresa my dear, have you completed the table setting?"

	"Yes Mrs. Bradshaw and the other girls are ready to say grace as soon as
you come in."

	"The sugar and cream tray is still here Theresa; so you are not finished
are you now?"

	"No Mrs. Bradshaw, I'm so sorry. I'll get right on it."

	"You do that dear." Theresa picked up the overlooked item and head back
to the dining room.

	"There seems to be a distinct change in Theresa's manners this morning
Diane; slightly more worldly somehow."

	"People change sometimes, Mrs. Bradshaw; like you said many times: life
is full of surprises."

	"That is very perceptive of you Diane; again I'm very proud of you."

				*	*	*
	Theresa got in bed first while Diane undressed. She turned facing away as
Diane cuddled up to her under the covers. "You're shaking Theresa, you're
not sick are you?"

	"I ... I don't know Diane. I just feel strange that's all." Diane hugged
her tightly cooing expectantly.

	"You're afraid of what I told you last night?" She whispered the words
into Theresa's ear, nibbling on her ear lobe while caressing her stomach.

	"I just can't believe people do that, you know with the tongue down
there. You're completely naked aren't you?" Diane whispered a throaty yes
into her ear. Theresa turned on her back. It just seems so ...I don't
know? So unnatural." She gazed into Diane's eyes in the faint light, as
if searching for an argument to her dilemma. "I ... I just couldn't do
something like that, ... it..." Diane sealed Theresa's lips with her own,
stirring a yearning passion in Theresa's body that warmed, but at the
same time confused her. Everything she had ever learned about sexual
morality was opposed to what her feelings now steered her towards. She
put both arms around Diane and squeezed her, while their tongues played a
passionate game of hide and seek, in that combined sea of saliva.

	Diane found her breasts under the nighty as Theresa spontaneously
squeezed her thighs together in anticipation of a finger that would bring
her the orgasm she now desperately hungered for. The finger didn't come,
even as her pelvis raised her buttock of the sheets twisting and jerking
as her entire body begged for that magic hand. When Diane steadfastly
refused to move her hand from Theresa's breasts, she gasped with
unfulfilled desire and grasped her hand, attempting to move it down into
her crotch.

	Diane stopped kissing and smiled at her nearly out of control novice
lover. "What do you want Theresa?"

	"You know what I want; same as last night, please I can't stand this. Do
it to me; please." Diane just smiled and licked her lips teasingly.

	"Take your panties off dear." Theresa began to shake spasmodically as her
facial expression became pained with both apprehension and frustration.
She quickly removed the flimsy item and then leaned back closing her
eyes, spreading her thighs, while her pelvis churned a slow dance on the
sheets. "Now ask me for it. Tell me what you want me to do."

	Theresa still breathing rapidly opened her eyes her face pleading.
"Please Diane. Please don't make me say it." Diane kissed her
passionately.

	"Yes Theresa, I want those sweet lips to say what it is you want."

	She closed her eyes and pursed her lips to speak, as her breathing became
spasmodic. I want ... I want you to do that down there please."

	"Do what Theresa?"

	"You know with your tongue."

	"Do what with my tongue, where honey."

 	"Lick my ... lick my ... vagina." Diane got on top of her and kissed her
passionately. She pulled the nighty up over her breasts and began to
kiss and lick her way down Theresa's heaving twisting body. She smiled
up at her when she reached that magic crossroad where the torso becomes
thighs, sheltering the temple of erotic pleasures.

	"Put your hands on my head and lift your bottom until we make contact
dear." Theresa obeyed palming and pressing Diane's head while eagerly
lifting her hips, resulting in an oral to vaginal collision.

	"Ooooh Diane," her body shook as if she'd been given an electric shock,
while her thighs clamped around her lover's head and then opened again.
She churned Diane's head in to her rocking twisting crotch. "Oh God
Diane, what are you doing to me?" Her voiced resonated through the house;
she knew but in that moment of ecstasy all modesty was thrown to the
wind, as Diane's tongue explored where no tongue had ventured before. She
climaxed immediately, her groaning oh's and ah's proclaiming to the
boarding house that Diane had bought her to the pinnacle of oral female
gratification.

	Diane moved up over top of Theresa reaching her lips, muffling her
diminishing passionate moans. Theresa threw her arms and legs around her
lover's body, as if that could somehow squeeze a perpetual rush out of
the warm flesh that had brought about her first oral climax.

	As the feeling wore down, Theresa began to tremble again. "What wrong
honey, you were just screaming with pleasure?"

	"Oh Diane I've never felt better or worse in my life. God will punish me;
I just know it."

	"Oh nonsense honey but I will punish you if you don't stop talking like
an idiot."

	"What do you mean punish me? How?" Diane rolled of her and sat up.

	"Turn over on your stomach!"

	"Why? What are you going to do?"

	"Turn over I said. Now!" Theresa in her dazed state turned over not
knowing what to think.

	Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

	Theresa was too shocked to move a limb and began to cry. Not so much from
the hand spanking but rather from the emotional upset of having been made
love to and then beaten almost in the same breath.

	"Why Diane? Why?" she sobbed and began to roll on her side.

	"Stay where you are, I'm not done yet!" Theresa rolled back, unable
resist Diane's will. Diane got on her knees and proceeded to kiss and
grope the buttocks she had just inflamed. Theresa, totally confused
watched over her shoulder, still sobbing but no longer trembling. Diane
stopped and pushed her to turn over and then reversed her position end to
end. Theresa turned on her side and let Diane lift her thigh. "I want you
to do exactly what I do now honey, Alright? First raise you hip."

	"Do what Diane?" She didn't answer but moved one arm under Theresa's
waist and then grasped both her cheeks while placing her head on
Theresa's lower thigh. Theresa reluctantly, with her head spinning in a
trance like state, moved into the requested position staring at that
forbidding area illuminated clearly by the bed lamp behind her.

	Diane moved her thigh slowly up and down revealing and then concealing
the inner folds, the clitoris and that foreboding entrance to orgasmic
ecstasy. Theresa closed her eyes, as the cleft became a long thin valley
again with just a forlorn jagged edge of the inner labia peeking out. 
Diane began kissing her inner thighs, slowly nearing the desired
objective.

	Theresa responded to one kiss then another and then one more before her
lover's tongue ventured beyond that final little space to the crease and
then the swollen outer mound. Theresa gingerly copied every move as her
mentor's thigh closed softly on her head several times and then finally
opened wide inviting unlimited exploration of that delicious valley of
carnal pleasure.

	She gasped as Diane's tongue entered her body as before and then heard a
satisfied groan as her own tongue gingerly nudged past the soft juicy
tissue, harboring the temple from where all life and most erotic pleasure
emanates. Diane's passion slowed and then increased several times and
Theresa eventually realized that it was a two way street. If she wanted
satisfaction resulting in a climax, she had to exhibit enthusiasm
herself. She began to copy the titillating dance performed in her own
pleasure centre and discovered that she could increase her own pleasure
by providing more to Diane.

	Diane soon moaned her climax, shuddering spasmodically without easing her
own effort between Theresa's thighs. Theresa eager for her second orgasm
continued to caress and kiss the lower body of her passionate and
experienced lover. She yelled out loud, as she once again reached that
indescribable feeling sending her off on a barrage of rushes rocketing
though her veins.

	Diane reversed her position and kissed her novice lover. "Congratulation
sweetie you have just tongued your first orgasm. How does that feel?"
Theresa held her tight and then bathed her tongue in a pool of shared
orgasmic fluids. Relishing the taste of her new experience, she pulled
back and gazed into her lover's eyes.

 	"You have turned me into a wicked, wicket but very satisfied girl. Thank
you, ... even for the spanking." They kissed again and relaxed, savoring
the feeling and fell to sleep contentedly in each other's arms.

				*	*	*

	"Before we clear the table ladies, I would like to make an announcement.
I am happy to inform you that Diane has completed her gender reform
project and we now have another full-fledged member of the sorority.
Would you stand up please Theresa." Everyone applauded. Theresa stood up
totally disoriented.

	"What Mrs. Bradshaw? I ... I don't understand? What sorority?"

	"Diane since you are responsible for reforming and initiating our new
sister; I would like you to explain it to Theresa."

	"Yes Mrs. Bradshaw. Dear Theresa, for the last few nights I had brought
you into the world of true feminine companionship and love. You are now
prepared for a life time of pleasures to compensate for the brutish,
selfish animal behavior displayed by the male of our species."

	Theresa sat down hard and covered her flushing face with both hands.
Kirsten and Sue Lin, sitting on either side of her, each very gently
grasped her wrists pulling them away and kissing her cheeks. They both
whispered welcome sister into her ears.

	"You see Theresa dear," Mrs. Bradshaw added very gently. "In order to
survive the ravages of marriage and motherhood; a woman needs love;
tender caring love, not the temporary beastly imitation that a man
provides. To balance marriage with a loving female relationship requires
a certain type of mental deportment; some people would call it deceit. I
call it a concealed survival strategy

	"The love you will share during your lifetime will not necessarily be
from one particular woman but any number of sorority members.  Only a
woman can provide the tender caring intercourse the female soul thrives
on.

	"There is of course no formal sorority organization but you will quickly
lean how to distinguish sexual females - that is sorority sisters - from
the none sexual.

	"Having said that, there are many men who enjoy watching, and who would
eagerly join two women in a menage a trois.  Never let that fool you into
thinking that a man would enjoy, understand or indeed care about the
feelings two woman have for each other. He only sees female intercourse
as foreplay, being displayed for the culminating of his own personal
gratification. Following ejaculation he would retreat into his own
selfish world and then more than likely doze off, leaving the women
unfulfilled without the warm soothing attention we relish and need during
and following intercourse."

	"But Mrs. Bradshaw, do you mean that I could never find a man who would
really and truly love me for always?"

	"Oh, that is certainly a possibility, Theresa but it would be
extraordinarily rare; you would have a higher probability of winning a
lottery.

	"Oh, incidentally Theresa you are switching rooms tonight. Sue Lin will
be your sorority sister until further notice."

	Theresa gazed shyly at Sue Lin, who took her hand in both of hers
squeezing it warmly, returning a soothingly reassuring smile and then
kissing her cheek. "Yes Mrs. Bradshaw," she replied - her face, suddenly
reflecting the contented sophistication of a sorority sister's deportment
- meeting her landladies critically approving demeanor.

The End

Reavan

I write sexual fantasies for readers who are not offended by it.
Other people produce fantasies wherein cartoon animals talk like people.
Even very little people know that in real life, animals don't talk.

More stories by me at:
<http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Erostory/>

Any other comments to: nutame99@cotse.net. My computer is Attachment
challenged, so put you comments in the body.

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