Date: Thu, 2 Nov 2006 22:21:30 -0800
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Lesbian Sistas (lesbian / adult youth, f/F)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman. If
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of 18 do not read it.
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Lesbian Sistas
By
Jan
Opal was ridding the bus from down town to her
suburban home in the black community. She was not
thinking about anything but getting home so that she
could get her shoes off. She was cursing herself for her
slavery to fashion. Her shoes were killing her. The pointed
toe with a four inch heel was a torturing her feet.
Then her thought was interrupted by a female voice.
She knew that the woman across the isle was saying
something to her. She looked up and asked, "Excuse me.
What were you saying?"
The woman across the isle smiled at her and said,
"My feet are killing me too."
Opal laughed and smiled, "She crossed her leg and
rubbed her foot. "I don't know why I buy such tight shoes
to work in."
The other woman smiled, "Because we want to look
good at any cost."
Opal agreed and looked at the woman. She didn't
think she had ever seen her before on the bus. She stood
up and moved across the isle to sit next to the young
woman. In the brief look at her she has the feeling she
was a kindred sprit.
The young woman had shoulder length hair that was
relaxed but still had some wave left in it. The hair shinned
like there was something rubbed on it. Her clothes were
very fashionable. She was dressed in a business suit that
spoke of either an executive or an executive secretary. Her
nylons were a natural shade that did not change the
natural color of her dark skin. Her high heels were made
snake skin and her clutch purse matched. She had an
expensive leather briefcase slung over her shoulder.
Everything about her spoke of money and good taste. Her
wide mouth had a warm smile. Her broad nose and dark
brown eyes cried out about her African American heritage.
Opal held out her hand and introduced herself. "Hello
Honey, my name is Opal. I don't think I have ever seen you
on this bus before."
The woman gave her a very white toothy grin, "Hell
Opal. My name is Jasmine. I moved into my new
apartment this past weekend. I just started ridding this
bus to and from work this week. I happened to see you up
here the other day. I had been in the back of the bus and
noticed that you got off of the bus one stop before my
stop."
They chatted as the bus worked its way in and out of
traffic. As it grew close to Opals stop she didn't want to
stop talking to her new friend. She found her southern
accent charming. She asked, "The next stop is mine.
Would you like to join me for a cup of coffee?"
Jasmine said, ""I would love to Honey. I don't have
many friends. I am from Georgia and new to Chicago."
Opal Gathered up her belongings and stood up as
the bus hissed to a stop. Jasmine followed her off of the
bus. They walked a couple of shops down the street to a
Starbucks coffee house. They each ordered latté mocha
and found a table two secluded enough to chat without
having other people listing to what they were saying.
Jasmine asked Opal where she worked and what
Opal told her that she was an intern at a law firm she
perked up. Jasmine told her that she was working for a
law firm just down the street until she passed the Illinois
State bar. She had been a lawyer in Georgia. She wanted
to know more about why she was an intern.
Opal told her that she worked there three days a
week and took college courses at night at the Chicago
University at night. That way she was getting credit for
college and completing her high school requirements at
the same time.
Jasmine was taken back by that revelation. "Who
old are you?"
Opal cast her eyes down as she admitted that she
was fifteen.
Jasmine smiled, "I would have never guessed your
age. I thought you were my age at least."
Opal thanked her. "I have always looked older than
my age. I also struggled with being smarter than my
classmates. I fine high school live a poor. I will finish high
school this year and reenroll full time at college. I have
already completed my freshman year."
Jasmine was impressed. "Do the men at your office
know just how young you are? I bet they are hitting on you
all of the time."
Opal said, "There were a lot of them hitting on me at
first. When I told the "fifteen will get you twenty" if they
were dim witted enough not to get it someone would
inform them how old I was. Of course there were some
that found my age a turn on and a challenge."
Jasmine asked, "Do you date any of them?"
Opal laughed, "Why would I want to be a trophy for a
black buck or a notch in a white man's belt to prove he is
not a racist by fucking a black girl."
Jasmine beamed, "I take it you have not had a good
relationship with men."
Opal paused to weigh her words before answering
her new friend. She wondered just how much information
she should tell this very attractive woman. "Let's say I
have reasons for rejecting the contact of men."
Jasmine felt the hurt and bitterness in the girl's
voice. She reached out and touched the back of the girls
hand tenderly. "Honey if you want to ever discuss what
happened I would be happy to listen. I can identify with
you myself. Because of my looks I was the target of every
buck in my community and even the worst bigots in town
were not above wanting to get into my pants."
Opal looked into the beautiful brown eyes and could
tell she was telling the truth. She figured something had
happened to cause her to leave everything and everyone
to come north to a strange community.
"I look very much like my mother. She not only drew
the attention of every buck in town her own father had the
notion that anything old enough to bleed in his house was
fair game to bed. I was the result of that union. We lived
in that house until I was twelve. When he started coming
to my bed my mother waited until he was drunk then she
gilded him with her mother's carving knife. You can see
why having my grandfather is my father and the first to
deflower me is good reason to be bitter towards men in
general."
Jasmine looked at her puzzled, "Gilded?"
Opal chuckled as she laughed. "She made a Stud
into a gilding. She castrated him by cutting off his balls
and dick. The bastard almost bled to death before they
got him to the hospital."
Jasmine chucked at the mental picture of the ironic
justice of the act. She gathered up both of Opals hands
and kissed her fingers.
Opal saw the compassion in her new friend's eyes.
She knew that she liked this woman very much. They
changed the subject to a lighter note until Opal liked at her
watch and announced that she had to get home and
change before heading off to school. They said their good
byes and parted way with possesses to look for each other.
The next time Opal saw Jasmine on the bus they
greeted each other with hugs. They sat down together to
chat like a couple of school girls. Jasmine announced that
she had enrolled in a couple of classes at the university to
prepare her for the bar. She had also bought herself a car.
They could commute together. That was the last time
Opal used the bus to and from work or collage. Jasmine
would pick her up and deliver her.
Their relationship grew stronger. They were like
sisters r as Opal was sat sistas. Opal was impressed with
the apartment Jasmine rented. Jasmine assured her hat
as soon as she passed the bar she would become an
associate and she would move into a much nicer
condominium.
The apartment was tastefully decorated. The walls
of the living room were painted in a blue that
complimented a lithograph of Vincent van Gogh's painting
of Irises, Saint Remy, 1889. The green and blue flours
looked alive above the white leather couch. The halls were
painted alabaster and had pink sconces casting white light
up at copies of Pierre-Auguste Renoir painting of nudes
like: Femme Nue Assise, Nude in the Water and Bather
Drying Herself. The paintings gave the hall a flesh like
glow as you headed towards the bedrooms and bathroom.
Opal felt the warmth of the place and felt
comfortable with her new friend. Their relationship
blossomed to the point tat they went to the movies and
concerts together. Opal found herself even dressing like
her friend. They were often mistaken as sisters and
enjoyed the complement. Of course when Jasmine talked
her accent dispelled any allusion that they were closely
related.
One night after an early evening and Opal was
staying over they made themselves comfortable by talking
off their shoes and tucked their feet under themselves as
they talked about the music. They were both dressed in
basic black evening dresses with transparent dress
covering the shift. It had long full sleeves. As they talked
jasmine was sitting close enough to Opal that their breasts
were touching. She placed her arm around Opal's
shoulders and pulled her close enough that they could feel
each other's breathe on their cheeks.
Jasmine told her that she felt very close to her and
wanted to kiss her. Opal closed her eyes and puckered her
lips as Jasmine kissed her. She placed her hand on Opal's
breast. And felt the warm heat through the gossamer
material covering the silk shift. When Opal opened her
mouth Jasmine stuck her tongue into her mouth. Opal
responded by wrapping her arms around her friend.
They kissed for a long time trading tongues back
and forth. Jasmine pressed her breasts against Opal's as
they clung to each other. Jasmine unhooked the back of
her dress and peeled it away. The bodice of the dress
prevented the need for a bra because it was so form
fitting. Besides a bra would have produces unsightly
seams. She pulled the dress up and over Opal's head. All
she has on was delicate black panties, nylons with
matching lace spandex tops and her black high heeled
pumps.
Jasmine kissed the nipples as she admired the
beauty of her young friend. Opal's skin was almost
flawless. The dark skin looked like dark caramel. Her
underarms were even darker where she shaved the
underarm hair off. The areolas were very large and the
color of dark chocolate. Each one had to be as large as
the mouth of a large coffee mug. The nipples were
dimpled in the middle. She sucked on each nipple and
then rolled the moist skin between her thumb and
forefinger.
Opal could not believe how excited she was. She
watched as Jasmine sat back and reached behind herself
to unfasten her own dress. She pulled her dress over her
head and dropped it on the floor. Like opal she did not
have a bra on. She was down to that same kind of
matching panties and hosiery. She had already kicked off
her shoes when she had sat down.
Jasmine returned to sucking on the girl's nipples.
She rubbed the tit that she was not sucking on. Opal was
grasping Jasmine's tit too. She was kneading the flesh so
hard that it hurt Jasmine but she didn't complain.
While she was sucking on the breast she reached
down and started rolling the panties down. She had t lift
her butt up enough to get them down to her thighs. She
had to let go of the nipple to slide to the floor before the
girl to finish pulling off the panties.
When she had them off she admired the body of her
girlfriend. The skin didn't have a tan line and the panties
were so delicate that they didn't leave any marks from the
elastic. The girl's vulva was shaven clean. The skin was a
dark grayish color where she had shaven. The labia were a
rich chocolate like her areolas. When she lifted her legs
she saw that her asshole was ringed with the same ashen
gray that turned to a dark brown at the sphincter. She
thought Opal looked much sexier with the nylons and
pumps on.
She went back to sucking tit while she rubbed her
own tits against the withering body. As she slid down her
body she rubbed her tits against the naked flesh. Then her
breasts wee I line with the girl's pussy she took hold of her
own breast and forced it between the girl's labia. She
stimulated the clitoris with her own nipple. When she got
down to sucking pussy she was shaking her head like a
dog chewing on a bone.
Opal was flailing her legs around like a rag doll being
shaken. She was pulling on her own breasts and nipples
as she was being eaten. Eventually she rested her legs
over the back of her lover and kicked her heals against the
woman's back. When she climaxed she almost fainted.
Jasmine sat on the floor with her hands resting on
the nylon clad thighs as she looked into the dark brown
eyes. She found the contrast of the chocolate beauty
against the white leather. The smell of the girl's pussy
filled her nose. Her head was spinning as if she were
drunk.
When Opal stood up to lit Jasmine up so that she
could make love to her the same way Jasmine saw the
brown hash mark on the cushion. She put her face
against the leather to smell the ass of her girlfriend. She
sat on the mark and spread her long legs. The high heeled
pumps made her knees much higher than her ass. She
leaned back against the cushion and allowed the girl to
suck on her tits after she had kissed her mouth and face
until there was no trace of her cum or smell.
Opal found her southern lover to be very erotic. Her
skin was shades darker. The large dimpled areolas were
almost the same color as her tits. And the pussy was
shaved but she had left an inverted triangle above her
cunt. Opal used her tongue lick the pubic hair. She parted
the labia and looked at the dark mucus membrane of her
lover's pussy. The dark blood color of her clitoris sticking
out like an accusing finger called to her to suckle on it for
the milk of life. She drove a finger up the woman's canal
until she was rubbing her lover's cervix. If she had not
seen and tasted it she would not have believed a woman
could produce so much lubricating fluid. Jasmine was
grasping her hair with both hands as she screamed
through her climax.
Opal stood up only long enough to sir next to her
lover and they clung to each other. They fell asleep for a
short nap.
When the apartment cooled off enough the cold nigh
air woke them up. They retreated to the bedroom where
they got into bed and Jasmine masturbated her young
lover until she climaxed again. They fell asleep again with
their mouths millimeters apart.
They spent so much time together that her mother
and grandmother suspected something was going on.
When her mother sat her down to confront her with what
she suspected Opal admitted that Jasmine was her lover.
Both of them understood why their little girl would become
a lesbian but felt responsible for allowing what had
happened in the past to taint her feelings so much. They
allowed jasmine to become a member of their family.
When the two of them were visiting they were like young
lovers always holding hands and kissing.
One night when Jasmine was spending the night and
she was sleeping with Opal the mother entered the room
to remind Opal about school and found them in a 69 wth
Jasmine on top. She could not resist watching them
sucking pussy.
When opal saw her mother she only stopped sucking
long enough to as what was wrong. Her mother sputtered
and said, "Don't forget you have school tomorrow Honey."
Opal winked and said, "No problem Mom. Jasmine
will take me."
Her mother closed the door and headed for her room
thinking about sex with women. She wondered if her
mother would be interested.
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