From: annd55@nyc.pipeline.com(Ann Douglas)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Sarah & Sr. Theresa (ff) 1 of 4
Date: 15 Jul 1996 21:33:06 GMT
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-SARAH AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
- Part One-
".........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
plumb 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 girls 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
umbrella's 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.
-SARAH AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
(an309642@anon.penet.fi)
- Part Two-
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 AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
- Part Three-
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 that voice of
reason was quickly downed out by a rising chorus of
passion.
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
-SARAH AND SR. THERESA-
By Ann Douglas
- Part Four-
"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 auerole 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 tighs, 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 Theresa 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
--
Ann Douglas