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Girls
Now, from this place here I'd like to thank the following people
NetWanderer - for writing Girl Scout Camp Adventures
NightShade - for writing Camp Nurse
Nobo Cough - for writing CuzLuv
These people inspired me for writing "Girls".
Now, codes for the story: f_solo, MF, alcohol
Keep Denver
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The story so far:
Part I - Dormitory Girls
Part II - Unfortunate Misunderstanding
Coming next:
Part III - Farewell And Welcome
Part IV - The Memories Of Father Donovan
Part V - Alice in Wonderland
Part VI - First Blood
Part VII - Father, I Have Sinned
*************
THE GIRLS OF ST. DUMAS
*************
Part II - Unfortunate Misunderstanding
It was a regular, boring Friday afternoon, just as they used to be at School.
There was one good thing about Fridays, though and these were the Physical
Education classes. Unlike most of the other classes, these weren't that mundane
and terribly boring.
Carrie was just getting a shower after her athletic training. She stood there,
under the hot stream of water pouring over her naked body, caressing her
muscles, aching from the exercising she had that day. She soaped her arms,
then shoulders and moved her hands down, to her sides. Having soaped her
stomach, she moved her hands up again, to her breasts. She was especially
proud of her young bust. Being only 16, she already developed a nice C cup
pair of perky, firm twins that wiggled now and hardened under the massaging
water stream. She cupped her breasts, gently rubbing her pale, pink nipples
with her palms. Almost immediately they became erect and stood to attention
like little obedient soldiers. She took one of them between her thumb and
index finger and tweaked gently, then a little harder. She felt a familiar
shiver go through her body, accompanied by a tickling between her legs. She
moved her other hand down, stalking for the center of this feeling, reaching
a little patch of dark blonde hair covering her mound. She slid her finger
between the firm cunny lips and pressed on her clit, sending shiver to every
nerve in her body.
Carrie has been playing with herself since she was 13. Doing that was of
course assumed impure and was deliberately a sin, but she never was courageous
enough to confess her forbidden activity. On the other hand, most girls at
St. Dumas masturbated - they assumed it to be some way a fight with the stern
rules.
- Girls - she heard a voice in the locker room. It was sister Theresa, the
PE penguin, as the girls called the young nun. Carrie quickly stopped and
shut the water, wrapping herself with big, fuzzy towel.
- Now, girls, I have something to tell you - the nun announced. They gathered
around her, listening curiously.
- I'm only going to teach you PE for two more weeks - this caused a loud
murmur of disapproval. Sister Theresa was still young and nice, the life
in order didn't manage to destroy her personality and she was still nice
and likeable. The fact that Theresa was leaving meant that most probably
she was going to be replaced by some old turd. This was nothing of a nice
prospect.
- Starting in two weeks, you'll have a new teacher. So far, I don't know
who will it be, I can only tell you, it will be someone from outside - this
in turn elicited a loud roar of excitement. This could mean a woman that
was not a nun, someone normal. The School slang reminded that of mental asylum's
- we here and the world of outside. Someone from outside would be really
a person of great interest.
The girls loudly applauded, expressing their sorrow for Theresa's departure
at the same time. They could not even imagine that the surprise will be way
more exciting.
Palem zielsko.
Jessie "Brass" Courson used to be a marine not so long ago. Having done his
business with the army, he graduated APE and started his career as a teacher.
He was quite tall, handsome with his short, dark hair. He was also really
well built - a heritage of years in the army and still continued training.
Couple weeks ago he started to look for a job in some nice, quiet place,
so when he recently found an offer from St. Dumas, he decided to accept it.
Everything was arranged through an office, all he had to do, was go to the
School.
It was Thursday afternoon, when he achieved the gates of St. Dumas. At first
he thought he must've got lost. The place looked almost like a monastery.
But at the second glance he realized it was indeed a school. Mildly tired
after having walked 10 miles from the main road with his backpack his own
weight, made him decide not to wait for invitation. He entered the School's
area and directed his steps where there seemed to be some administrative
building.
At that very moment, all the girls were having their classes and not even
one of them saw the stranger that had just arrived. Or there was one - Bethany,
a cute 12 years old redhead who has been to toilet at the moment. Windows
there faced outside the main yard and toward the main gate. Pulling her panties
up, she adjusted her long skirt and looked through the window. She froze
for a moment, noticing a savage man intruding the School. There apparently
was some kind of soldier, fully equipped, only lacking his guns. The stranger's
clothing was plain, almost like an uniform. He wore heavy boots, military
jacket and a huge backpack. And apparently he directed toward the main part
of the School - the reverend mother's office.
Bethany blinked, not able to believe. She peered through the window again,
but the phantom already disappeared behind the corner. She decided not to
tell anybody, except Carrie, her roommate and for couple past weeks also
a lover. Bethany smiled to herself, feeling familiar tickling deep in her
tummy and going down, ending between her legs. Her red-haired cunny moistened,
when the girl thought about the sex they'll surely have with Carrie that
evening, long after the lights go down and their younger roommates finally
go to sleep.
At the very moment however she just returned to her classroom.
Jessie crossed the yard and heavily knocked on the door with a label saying
"The Reverend Mother".
- Moment! - he heard behind the door - I'm coming! The door opened and Brass
saw an old, short, fat nun.
- Holy Spirit in heaven! - she almost shrieked.
- What's that shouting, mother Mary?! - a stern voice came from inside the
room - You're not one of our girls to afford such behavior! - another nun
came into view. She was much taller, also a bit older but looked better than
mother Mary did.
- Good Lord... - she said - What are you doing here, Mr. ....?
- Courson, Brass Courson... - he motioned his hand as if he wanted to shake
it with the nun, but realized it's a bit improper.
- Well, we've been awaiting a new teacher, Miss Jessie Brass-Courson - said
the reverend mother with a hesitant voice.
- Oh... I'm single, basically, but still would rather be caller Mr. than
Miss. But, yes, my name's Jessie. Brass is my nick.
- Your what? - asked mother Mary.
- Anyway, forget it. Come inside, we can't stand like this here, this will
surely cause problems... - she motioned Brass with her hand to come inside.
He entered the building, unfastening the straps of his backpack. then he
took it off and put on the ground.
- Please, sit down... - reverend mother has already overcome the initial
shock of this male invading their peaceful little place.
It took them some time before the mistake was explained. The administration
of the school took Courson for women because of his name - they didn't really
check the background except for the job record and opinions. Brass, on the
other hand only knew he was going to work as a PE teacher in a private school.
It was quite a surprise for him when he learned it was a girl only facility.
- Mother - he said, scratching his chin, covered with light beard that was
not shaved for couple days - I understand the problem is that I'm a man,
ain't that so?
- Indeed, Mr. Courson. We don't really have man here, except for the priest
and the gardener. And I wouldn't really like the prospect of this being changed.
I hope you can understand that, young man - the girls here are innocent,
little creatures. I am deeply afraid that the presence of a man could deprive
them.
- These are strong words to say, mother - the ex-marine looked at her over
the table - But let me tell you one thing. I was trained to protect the likes
of you and your girls, I am a soldier. Let me tell you, that the rules of
my order are not less strict than these of yours. If not even more. Should
you be afraid of someone like that?
- No, indeed. Please, understand my point, it's not you personally, it's
just that...
- Yeah, I'm male, right? - he asked. The nun nodded quietly.
- Let's make it like this. I've made 700 kilometers to come here, mother.
And we made a kind of deal, that's a fact. Let me just try, let's make a
trial period, would that be acceptable for you?
- Come to think of it, I can accept such solution. Please, again, I don't...
- It's all right with me mother, don't you worry. Now, I'd gladly see my
place as I've been on the road for three days now and I feel a bit tired
- Brass got up, reaching for his backpack.
- Good heavens! I totally forgot that! - You can't take the room we have
prepared... - exclaimed the reverend mother.
- Why not? - he was already getting annoyed and slightly tired with all that
has happened. He didn't expect such complications on the course of getting
a job at St. Dumas.
- You can't live with us, among the sisters, nor it is possible to put you
in one of the dormitories... with the girls - the nun was terrified even
by the prospect of this happening.
- Whatever, mother. I just need a place where I have a shower, a bed and
a place to put my stuff. Is it that difficult?
- Well, I think there should be some room in the gym building. Nothing fancy,
but if you only need what you described... - she got up and took couple key
rings from the drawer - Let's go then. And they left for the gym facilities.
Brass was given a little room behind the gym hall. He managed to construct
some kind of bed out of training mattresses and put his sleeping bag on top
of that all. So far this should be enough, he thought. He also moved one
of the old, unused lockers to his room and put all his things in there.
- Now, Mr. ... How should I call you, sir? - asked reverend mother.
- I guess Brass should be alright, mother - he smiled. He started to like
this place already. Being taught by the hard, army school, he got used to
making his home in the middle of nowhere, in the strangest places to be imagined.
This wasn't the worst he has come to live in.
- So, Brass, this way please, I'll show you the showers - she motioned him
with her hand - There is one thing you should know, these are of course girls'
facilities, like everything here, so please, use it only after all the classes
here are finished so that you don't bump on any of these little creatures.
They can be quite annoying though, you have to know that...
- This I can imagine - he smiled. He already learned that the girls at St.
Dumas were aged 5 - 16 and he was a bit unsure how should he organize the
classes for the youngest group. He was rather experienced in organizing hard
training for older boys and men, in fact, for army recruits. He could imagine
this would most probably cause certain protest if he acted his usual way.
Still, that was the matter of the next few days and he wasn't that much concerned
with it at the time being.
Finally, the reverend mother was finished with Brass and she left. He kindly
refused her offer to join the nuns at the table for late afternoon meal and
after taking a quick shower, he immediately fell asleep, setting his internal
alarm clock to very late evening, when he intended to do some jogging and
at the same time do some sightseeing all around the area of School.
The evening mass came to an end and so did the supper. It was already quite
late. Most of the girls were ready to sleep in their rooms, only the last
couple of them were still in the bathrooms. Carrie was one of them. She was
just taking shower. She always used the last cabin, as it was the only one
on the whole floor that had some king of a lock, made of a spike. The nuns
somehow overlooked that for quite a time. All the other shower cabins were
always unlocked, to prevent any activity except washing.
The last cabin was almost always taken, used by the older girls as a hideout
to practice some sinful things like masturbation. With exactly that in mind,
Carrie locked herself in the cabin and opened the water. Hot stream poured
over her body, gently massaging her skin. She moved the stream so that it
now hit exactly her pair of young, firm C size breasts. Under that hot, soft
caress her nipples immediately stood erect, like hard pencil erasers. She
cupped her breasts and started to feel them.
At the same time Brass woke up. It took him couple seconds to realize where
in fact he is, but then he remembered all. He found his towel and directed
toward the gym showers, intending to get some relax. After he was finished,
he got dressed in what he called his "urban uniform", being simply a typical
set of soldier's clothing, with one difference - it was all black. This way
he was almost unnoticeable in the coming dusk. He left his room, locking
the door behind him and dived into the darkness.
It didn't take him much time to get good orientation in where all the buildings
are. He quickly located the kitchen, guided by the smell of food. He also
found the school building itself, the nuns quarters, until finally there
was this huge, three store building. He realized he's in front of the dormitory.
Soon, he thought. I'll meet you tomorrow. He was looking forward to it, as
he never so far led girl-only classes and was a bit anxious how will it work.
Having had a look over the area he came back around the gym.
He intended to do some training. This typically consisted of mixed techniques,
most of them originating from capeoira. It's quite hard to classify it, for
capeoira is in fact a very acrobatic dance, being at the same time a martial
art of really great power. Brass learned it during his two years in the Army
from one of the recruits. Now he used it extensively during his own training,
finding it perfect way to relax.
He took on his favorite task - the shadow fight. It wasn't long before he
found a nice place - kind of a small square of concrete, behind the gym hall.
Single lamppost created perfect lighting conditions for what he needed.
Sister Theresa was sitting all alone on the bench at the back of the school
building. She removed her cornet and unfastened couple buttons of her tight,
rigid blouse. She had a six-pack of beer with her, working on the fourth
can currently. It could seem inappropriate for a nun to drink alcohol, but
she didn't care. Anyway, she was not only leaving the School of St. Dumas,
but the Order itself as well. In fact she wasn't leaving - she'd been expelled
for reasons very similar to her current activities. She didn't give it a
damn any longer and decided to get stoned the last night. Her departure was
due the next morning. She already said goodbye to all the girls and all her,
numbered in fact, friends among the Order.
A subtle, strange noise caught her attention. It reminded her something,
but was barely audible. She finished the can, took the remaining two with
her and directed toward the source of the noise.
At the same time, Carrie continued her little play. She was already really
aroused. Hot lashes of water massaged her swollen breasts, her nipples rigid
and sensitive. She reached with her hand to her crotch, gently probing with
her fingers for the clit, hidden in the bush of soft, blonde pubic hair.
She spread the cunny lips, now swollen and rubbed the little nubbin hidden
at the top of her cleft. Her whole body jerked at that activity, sending
waves of pleasure through her nerves. She shivered and started to slowly
caress her clit, moaning quietly. She moved her other hand back up, to her
bust, giving loving attention to her nipples. She stood there, propped against
the wall, streams of hot water washing over her skin, little droplets of
sweat all over her body and huge flood of her cunny juice working its way
down her legs, being washed away by the water. She could feel the orgasm
building slowly up inside her, indicated by the familiar feeling of tingling
starting deep in her pussy and going up, inside her tummy, toward her belly
button.
She moved her other hand back down, sliding it along her slippery slit, probing
for her little opening. She speared her index finger inside and in the same
moment that the tip of it hit the cervix Carrie was hit by her climax. Her
legs went weak and she had to catch the shower pipe not to fall on the floor.
She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.
Sister Theresa went from behind the corner and saw a view that indeed surprised
her. On the little square area of concrete under the gym wall, perfectly
lit with the sodium lamppost, there was a man. He wore only camouflage trousers,
exposing his hairy chest and barefoot. And he was performing some strange
kind of dance. He seemed to be fighting his shadow. The nun stood there in
awe, watching carefully every little movement, every jump, every hit the
wall received, every complicated turn. The soldier only seemed to touch the
ground very rarely, seemingly able to overcome the power of gravity.
He jumped high in the air - she didn't think it possible - and apparently
hung there, laughing in the face of the universal forces. For a moment she
thought he was going to just hang there, like they did in the motion picture
hit "Matrix", but then, after what seemed like eternity, he turned around
his axis in a wink of an eye, spread his legs to the side and landed on the
ground. In the last moment he dashed his hands down and landed on his palms,
hanged just a little over the surface of the ground.
Theresa was already aroused by the alcohol, but the sight of the soldier's
young firm, strong body aroused her even more. She could feel her moist,
soaked underwear clench deep into her cleft. She moaned quietly.
At the sound of her please, the man started up into attention, immediately
taking an alerted pose - his body a bit forward, knees bent, eyes all around
his head - like a boxer, preparing to attack.
- Oh, it's you - he said in a quiet voice, noting her - You've been watching
for long? - he asked, just a little bit angry he let himself be taken by
surprise.
- Just a few minutes. Heavens, it was amazing. Seemed so effortless for you.
Makes me wonder if you are just as good in something more than martial arts.
- What? I mean, what other arts? - he looked her in the eyes as she moved
closer, drinking up her beer and letting the can fall to the ground.
- The arts of love, for example. My body seems to cry for a man - she said
in a seductive voice that shocked, considered she was a nun.
- Did my confession surprise you, soldier? - she asked, smiling.
- A little. I wouldn't expect a nun to say such thing.
- Under that uniform, I'm a woman, you know. You should be aware of that,
I think. I'm also a kind of a soldier, just like you seem to be. A soldier
of the Lord.
- Weren't you obliged to remain pure? - he grabbed her hand she motioned
toward him.
- Isn't love the highest virtue? Isn't that what our Lord Christ of Nazareth
told us? Shouldn't we praise Him, by obeying His own words? - she looked
Brass in the eyes and kissed him full on the lips. He could do nothing else,
just answer her kiss.
Carrie still stood there, still trembling from her orgasm. She let the world
reach her senses and heard quiet footsteps on the corridor. A creak indicated
the door open and she heard a whisper just outside her cabin.
- Carrie, dear, are you there - it was Bethany, her little, 12-years-old
lover, a cute redhead.
- Yes - she whispered - I'll be right ready. She stopped the water and dried
herself with the towel. The rough fabric sent waves of pleasure through her
body, when it touched her still erect nipples. She moaned quietly. Then she
put on her short nightie, just barely reaching mid thigh and opened the door.
- It's almost nighttime, we should go. The penguins will be right here, checking
if everyone is already in their beds.
- OK - Carrie briefly kissed her friend on the lips, putting her hand around
her waist. She pulled up the rim of the younger girl's nightshirt and squeezed
her firm buttock.
- Let's go - they quietly left the shower and directed toward their room.
- It's my last day here - sister Theresa whispered Brass in his ear - I'm
being expelled tomorrow. Didn't I deserve something special for a good-bye?
- Understood. The answer is positive - Brass grinned. It was his first day
at St. Dumas and he already got his treat. How nice. He took the nun in his
arms, kissed her and headed to his quarter. At the same time, Theresa started
unbuttoning her uniform.
By the time he put her on the bed, all she had to do was drop her clothes
to the floor. She only had her panties underneath and shivered a little in
the cool, night air. Brass closed the window and looked at her. She had nice,
big, full breasts, forming almost perfect hemispheres, with really tiny,
girlish nipples, that stood stern in the cool air. She inhaled the air loudly,
feeling dizzy, partly because of alcohol, partly because of arousal she felt,
looking at this tall, muscular, brutally handsome man.
Her boobs bounced, when she fell on her back. The soldier started kissing
her tummy, slowly going up, toward her bust, his hands wandering all over
her body.
***
March, 2002
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