Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 20:57:51 +1100
From: Angelica O'Toole
Subject: Ivy's House -- the first visit

A fiction story new story by
Angelica O'Toole
in Belfast.

IVY'S HOUSE -- THE FIRST VISIT


Sister X rose from her prayers for the sick and
those in need, and opened her diary to see
what homes and what people she was to visit
on her usual rounds today.

Carefully she ticked off one after the other,
making a mental picture of the route she would
take to make better use of her time.   The
nearest house was a short walk away and it
was the home of some wonderful people who
had two young daughters and a son.

The nun knocked on the door and it was
answered by the youngest daughter of the
household.  Her name was Ivy and she told the
Sister that her parents and her sister and
brother had gone to the other side of town on
some urgent business and that, as they would
be away for some time,  the good Sister could
come in and help her with her school
homework.  Ivy and hoping to become a
teacher, a nurse, or even a nun so she had to
learn her lessons well. She was having some
problems with dress making and sewing.

Ivy and the Sister had a cup of tea and Ivy got
out her school books which were on dress
making -- making clothes for everyday wear.
Ivy was good at sewing and Sister had brought
along a couple of lengths of cloth to give to
Ivy so she could make her next dress for a
school studies.

Sister took out the cloth and held it up to Ivy
who draped it about her body.  Ivy was
wearing her usual school uniform, but the
cloth was too good to make into a uniform.

Together the Sister and Ivy drew sketches of
various dress styles and after this was done the
draped the cloth each other's bodies to get an
idea how the cloth would hang.

The cloth kept catching on the buttons of Ivy's
shirt, so Ivy undid the buttons and turned them
inside. This stopped the cloth catching on the
buttons, but it allowed her school shirt to fall
open exposing her bra.   Sister lifted up her
hands and pulled the shirt closed, but each
time Ivy turned away the shirt fell open again
and then cloth caught, not on the short buttons,
but  in Ivy's bra.

"I can stop this happening," Ivy suggested "I
will take off my shirt and bra.  Turn around,
Sister, and I will take them off."   Sister did as
she was told, and when she turned back the
shirt and bra were on the floor and the nice
cloth was draped about Ivy's shoulders,
covering her breasts.

Sister got out some pins and following the
patterns which they had sketched out on paper,
she adjusted the cloth, tucking it in under Ivy's
breasts which began to heave with each touch.

Ivy smiled as Sister smoothed the cloth over
the girl's chest.  The cloth fell open as Sister
began to measured down from the shoulders,
and her hands ran across Ivy's suddenly
exposed left nipple. "Oh, I am sorry,"  Sister
said, but Ivy replied "That is all right,  Sister, it
felt nice."

"Did it feel nice, Ivy."

"Yes, Sister."

Ivy lifted her hands and caught hold of the
edges of the cloth and pulled it aside.  Her
young breasts fell forward as Sister stroked
them again, and pushed them back inside the
cloth.

Sister's hands slipped down to the girl's waist
to tuck the cloth inside the waistband of the
girl's skirt, but instead her hands undid the
buttons until the skirt fell to the floor.  Sister
looked into the girl's eyes as her hands slipped
down across the girl's stomach to the top of
her legs.  Ivy opened her legs just very
slightly, closed her eyes and smiled.  Sister
reached closer.

(ends)