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Subject: {ASSM} Katie - Chapter 1 - The First  Time
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	Katie - Chapter 1 - The First Time
	by Jordana Blaine


	When I was a freshman at Central Catholic I had a brief sexual affair with 
another girl, a senior named Justine.  We met in August when I tried out for 
the soccer team.  It was two weeks before school started and there were 
about 80 girls trying out.

	I didn't think I had a chance to make varsity, and I didn't, but I had high 
hopes of making the JV team.  I was still pretty much a tomboy and I was 
small, fast, and agile.  I did my best which apparently was good enough 
because I did make the JV team.

	Justine, a tall blonde, was the goal tender on the varsity team and was in 
goal for most of the tryouts.  I was elated when I managed to score against 
her during one of the scrimmages.  Later, I was surprised and flattered when 
she came up to me and congragulated me.  Justine was the school beauty, the 
best female athlete, and ranked #2 in her class so when she offered me a 
ride home after tryouts I was on top of the world!

	School was still two weeks away and we had practices every day.  And every 
day after practice Justine would give me a ride home.  We'd talk about 
soccer or music or movies and I enjoyed her company.  Then one afternoon on 
the way home she asked me if I masturbated.

	I glanced at her, shocked, and stammered, "No, I don't."

	She chuckled and said, "Don't lie to me, Kate.  Everyone masturbates."

	She put her hand on my knee and squeezed gently.  "How often do you 
masturbate?"

	I closed my eyes and felt myself blushing as I admitted that I masturbated 
almost every day.  "How about you?"

	She stroked my thigh, pushing the leg of my shorts up.  "At least once a 
day, sometimes twice."

	She continued to stroke my thigh until we got to my house.  As I was 
getting out of her car she smiled and said, "Think about me when you 
masturbate tonight."

	The next day during practice I felt myself blushing every time I looked at 
Justine.  After practice, as we walked to her car, she asked if I'd thought 
about her at all.

	Blushing furiously, I nodded and whispered, "Yes."  And I had.  When I went 
to bed I was wearing a long t-shirt and panties, my usual sleepwear.  But 
before long my panties were off and I was masturbating while I thought about 
Justine's long tan legs and perfect body.  I had a delicious orgasm.

	As we pulled out of the school parking lot Justine glanced at me and said, 
"Take your shorts off, Katie."

	I'd already taken my sweat-soaked t-shirt off on the way to the car but I 
was wearing a sports bra so it wasn't that big a deal.  After a moment's 
hesitation I slipped my shorts down and eased them off.  Justine reached 
over and began to stroke my thighs.  "You have nice legs, shrimp."

	I blushed and thanked her.  I wasn't pretty but I was cute and had a tight 
little body - 5' 2" and 105 pounds - and despite being built like a boy I 
was satisfied with my looks.

	When we got to my house I reached for my shorts but Justine stopped me.  
"Who's going to see?"

	She had a point.  We lived on a hill and the house was at the end of a 
long, winding driveway.  It couldn't be seen from the road and the nearest 
neighbor was a quarter-mile away, downhill from us.  She tugged at my 
panties and I lifted myself so she could pull them down.  My bra came off a 
few moments later.

	"Do you want me to do you in the car or shall we go inside?"  Justine was 
rubbing my belly as she spoke.  She knew my parents both worked and wouldn't 
be home for a couple of hours.

	I thought about it for a moment.  "Inside."

	It was strange to get out of her car wearing only running shoes.  I grabbed 
my clothes and sports bag and we went inside.  I dropped my stuff in the 
hall and we went into the kitchen.  I grabbed a couple of bottles of water 
out of the 'fridge and handed one to Justine.  I felt wickedly sophisticated 
to be standing there nude.

	Justine took a long drink and then put the bottle down.  I watched as she 
undressed, dropping each item of clothing on the floor.  Her body was as 
beautiful as I'd imagined - full, firm pink-nippled breasts, a flat firm 
belly, tightly rounded ass, and long, sleek thighs.

	What surprised me was her total lack of pubic hair.  She saw my reaction 
and giggled.  "It's genetic.  None of the women in my family have pubic 
hair."

	Then her hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down.  I sank to my knees 
and her hands moved to my head, guiding my face to her sex.  I turned my 
head and kissed her thigh, stalling.  I could smell her sex, a musky smell 
that excited me.  I put my hands on her hips and ran my tongue alone her 
slit.

	I enjoyed her sigh of pleasure and enjoyed the taste of her.  It was salty, 
tangy, and I loved it.  My hands moved to her buttocks as I pushed my tongue 
between her labia and lapped her pussy juice.  It was my first time but I 
seemed to know exactly how to please her and I brought her to orgams three 
times.

	I loved doing her, loved the taste of her, the way her smooth pussy lips 
felt against my tongue, loved the way she moaned when I licked and nibbled 
her clit.  And I loved the way her soft skin felt as I stroked her buttocks 
and thighs.  In other words, I was hooked on lesbian sex.

	So you can imagine my shock when I tried to kiss her and she pushed me 
away, slapped me, and hissed, "I'm no lesbo!"

	"But... aren't you... I mean..."  I didn't know what I meant.  I was 
totally confused.

	"I'm not touching you.  If you want to come you can masturbate for me."  
She pulled out a chair and sat down with her legs spread.

	I sank to my knees, crying, and stared up at her.  She cupped her breasts 
and squeezed them gently.  "If you ever want to touch me again you'll get 
busy and give me a show."

	I choked back my tears and began to masturbate.  She had me spread my knees 
as wide as I could so she could see.  I masturbated myself to orgasm, 
ashamed and excited all at once.

	After I came she told me not to move.  She got dressed and left.  I got up, 
gathered my clothes, and went upstairs to shower.  I masturbated in the 
shower and again that night after I went to bed.

	The next day at practice Justine acted as if nothing had happened between 
us and I was totally confused.  After practice I was surprised when she fell 
in beside me and asked if I wanted a ride.

	We got into her car and instead of taking me home she drove out to the lake 
to the cottage her family owned.  After parking the car we got out and she 
told me to take my clothes off.  I hesitated, glanced around, and decided it 
was private enough.  I undressed and she told me to get down on my knees and 
masturbate for her.

	There was a puddle near the front of the car.  She pointed and said, "In 
the puddle."

	I sank to my knees in the puddle and began to masturbate.  It was 
humiliating and very exciting.  I was nude in public, on my knees, and 
masturbating!  She took her clothes off and just as I was about to cum she 
leaned against the fender, spread her legs, and ordered me to lick her.

	I obeyed, moaning with frustration as I moved close and began to lick her 
wet pussy.  After she came twice, she pushed me so that I wound up sitting 
in the mud puddle.  She laughed and said, "That's where you belong, you 
dirty little lesbo slut!  Get down on your belly and grovel in the mud."

	I wanted to get up and slap the crap out of her, tell her to go to hell.  
But I rolled onto my belly in the mud and groveled.  She came and stood in 
front of me and said, "There's dirt on my foot."

	I felt a delicious sense of humiliation as I licked the spot of dirt off 
her foot.  Satisfied, she told me to get up and put my clothes on.  She 
drove me home and dropped me off without another word being said.

	The next day at practice she told me she was going to make me kiss her ass 
in front of the entire team.  I knew it was an idle threat because she 
didn't want our relationship to come out any more than I did.  I also knew 
that I'd do it if she told me to do it.

	I don't know where our relationship would have gone if she hadn't been 
killed in a traffic accident two days later.  I didn't think her death was 
God's judgement, not seriously anyway, but I did think about it.  I decided 
that I needed to be punished for my relationship with her.

	I thought about it a lot over the next few weeks and finally decided that I 
would confess my affair with Justine.  Not to a priest but to a nun, Sister 
Anna, who had a reputation of being a strict disciplinarion fond of using a 
paddle.

	I went to Sister Anna one day a few weeks into the fall semester.  I told 
her what had happened between Justine and me.  She asked me why I'd told her 
and I whispered, "Because I want to be punished for my sin."

	"God will punish you in due time, I'm sure."

	I shook my head.  "I want to be punished now."

	She stared at me for a long, long moment and then said, "Follow me."

	She took me down to a small room in the basement and carefully locked the 
door after we entered.  There was a metal cabinet on one wall and an 
inclined bench up against the back wall.  The bench ran from the floor up to 
just below the ceiling.  Sister Anna told me to remove my clothes and lean 
against the bench, facing it.

	She opened the cabinet and took out some leather straps.  She used the 
straps to bind my wrist and ankles to rings set in the sides of the bench.  
When she was done I was spread-eagled on the bench and unable to move a 
muscle.

	She beat me with a thick leather strap that hurt like hell but was so wide 
that it reddened my skin instead of leaving welts.  She told me that the 
room was sound-proofed and I could scream and yell as much as I wanted.  She 
beat me from my shoulders to just above my knees, concentrating on my 
buttocks and thighs.

	My intention to remain silent didn't last long.  I screamed and yelled and 
sobbed like a baby.  Finally, I begged for mercy.  I promised I'd be a good 
girl if only she'd stop.  But she didn't stop.  She said I needed a real 
lesson, needed to be broken to God's will.

	Finally, sobbing like a baby, I was released from the bench.  But it wasn't 
over.  She fastened my wrists behind my back and made me kneel with my head 
and shoulders resting on the cold cement, my butt in the air, my knees 
spread.  She straddled me and whipped me between my legs while I screamed in 
agony.

	I think I passed out for a minute.  Then, finally, it was over.  She 
released me and told me to put my clothes on.  Sobbing, I dressed as quickly 
as I could.  My body felt like it was on fire, especially between my legs.  
I was stunned when Sister Anna told me I needed four more sessions, one a 
week for the next month.

	The following week she put me on my back on the bench and whipped me just 
as hard, concentrating on my breasts, belly, and thighs.  I screamed and 
begged and cried like a baby.  Then I went to my knees and took it between 
my legs again.

	I hated the whippings while they were being administered but later, when I 
masturbated, the memory excited me.  Being strapped down, naked and 
helpless, while she whipped me into sobbing submission excited me to no end 
when I thought about it later.

	I took all five sessions and that was that.  I never got involved with 
another girl during my time at Central.  On graduation night, Sister Anna 
took me down to the room and whipped my bare ass as a reminder.  This time 
she used a thin strap that left welts on my ass.  When I walked up to get my 
diploma my ass was burning.

			End of Chapter One.
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