Date: Mon, 25 May 1998 18:30:35 PDT From: Rik Jacobsen <rjacobsen@hotmail.com> Subject: A New Beginning: Riki and Kate O'Boyle A New Beginning: Riki and Kate O'Boyle by Riki Jacobsen Please e-mail and let me know what you think of the story. Readers have asked me if the Riki and the nun stories are true. Yes, they are. As a senior I was the only entry from my parish to qualify for the Catholic Regional Speech Contest, so my parents let me drive myself to the contest that was two hours away. They didn't want to go, so I got up very early on a Sunday in April took off for a full day of speaking and being judged. My first two preliminary rounds went well, and I thought I had a chance to make finals. I was standing with a crowd of other contestants waiting for results when I saw a person ahead of me, with short, curly, light brown hair. My heart and my breath both stopped for a moment. When I could, I said softly, " Sister Michael John?" I could see this woman's body stiffen and she slowly turned and looked at me. We just stared at each other for a minute that seemed like an hour. Then I said again, "Sister Michael John," but this time in total wonderment. I had not seen her since the last time we had made love, the end of my 8th grade year. She was so beautiful. I wanted to take her face in my hands and kiss her all over. I did throw my arms around her and give her a big hug. I whispered, "I love you," as I hugged her. I heard her say, "Me too!" "What are you doing here," we both asked at once? I went first and explained how my parents weren't interested in a speech contest so I was here alone. She was there to watch some contestants from her parish, because, (here is the big shock for me) she lived right across the street from the school! "How long have you been at this school?" She had been there since August. For the last eight months she had been only two hours away from me. My head was spinning with questions and feelings, when suddenly the group of people surrounding us erupted in excitement. Results were posted. I had been so eager to make finals, but now I didn't really care. When I finally was able to push forward to see the signs on the wall I was truly relieved to see my name was missing. Sister Michael John put her hand on my arm and said she was sorry I didn't make it. I told her I wasn't. I didn't want to leave her. The crowd in the hall all cleared away as contestants and their family members headed off for competition or for home. We were alone in the hallway with so many things to say to each other; with so many feelings barely under control. She asked me if I had to head right home and I shook my head and said there was no hurry. So she asked me to come to her house and talk. I didn't say anything. We just headed for the door. Outside she asked me if I had a car and I pointed out one about half a block away. She said it would be all right there and we crossed the street to a small, attractive house. The inside of the house was spectacular; not what you would expect for the home of a nun. She told me that this house had belonged to the town's dentist, and that she had remodeled it to suit her lifestyle. Later the dentist had decided it was too small for her pets and grand piano and she had moved into the former mortuary. Because she had a sense of loyalty to the Catholics school. she donated the house to the church as a place for the current nun to live. The house was not my main interest. I think Sister knew this and gestured to a comfortable looking couch in the middle of a cozy arrangement of furniture. I sat down first, turning so that I could face her. She did the same. I couldn't think of what to say first. I looked at her face and studied each familiar part. I couldn't help but think of the many times that I kissed every spot on that face! Finally, I let my arm stretch out along the back of the couch and let my fingers reach out toward her. She looked down at my hand and without hesitation, put her hand in mine. I closed my hand and held her's tightly. I looked into her eyes and I could feel all of the passion and love that we felt for each other surge through my hand and fill my body. "There is so much that I want to know, but I don't know where to start. Sister Michael John I love you more now than I did four years ago!" She reached up and took my hand in both of hers and said, "Let's start with my name. I took my birth name back when we gave up the old habit. I'm Kate O'Boyle now. Can get used to that?" "Kate O'Boyle." I smiled. "I like the way that sounds. Kate. I think I can adjust." I gave up trying to hold back my feelings. I slid closer to her, put my arms around her, gently tipped backed her head, and I softly kissed her lips. A rush seemed to overwhelm me. Chills ran up and down my back, and all over my scalp. It felt like my hair was standing on end. I pulled her even closer and let my kiss become harder and much more demanding. "Kate" responded by sliding her tongue deep into my mouth. I sucked hard and nibbled on it. After a long passionate kiss, we pulled back from each other and locked eyes. Nothing was said we just looked. So many things had changed. The absence of the habit was unbelievable. That and the name "Kate" feminized Sister Michael John and I liked the new woman. I was now the taller of the two. When I put my arms around her, her head now rested on my shoulder, instead of my head at her breasts. It gave me the opportunity to "lead." I kissed her nose, and eyelids. She kissed me lightly on the neck. Then she licked and sucked on my ear while I nibbled at her neck. I softly blew kisses to her throat, moving down to the opening of her blouse. I unbuttoned the first button and kissed her soft skin. When I undid the next button there were her wonderful breasts, still spilling over the top of her bra. I kissed each one and then looked up at her. "I want to make love to you, Kate O'Boyle." She led me silently upstairs to her bed. Although we had made love in my home, and had quick sex nearly everywhere possible at St. Phillip's, I had never been in Sister Michael John's bed. Now, I was going to make love to Kate O'Boyle in her own bed. The room was expansive with windows on two sides. Kate adjusted the blinds so no one could see in, and then turned back to me. I wasn't shy. I knew exactly what I wanted--her naked in my arms. I stepped forward and finished unbuttoning her blouse. Tossing it aside, I turned her around so that I could kiss the back of her neck. My hands found the hooks to her bra and quickly removed it and reached around and took her full breasts into my hands. I kneaded them and she leaned against me heavily, moaning with pleasure. My fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, while I lightly bit the back of her neck. She let little sounds of pleasure escape from her mouth while she rubbed and twisted in my arms. With one hand, I unbuttoned her skirt and pushed the zipper down. She kicked it aside and did the same with her shoes. Now, just the pantyhose. I turned her around, slid my hands inside her hose and her panties, and slid them down slowly, off her hips, her buttocks, her legs. She lifted each leg one at a time, and I pulled them off. She was naked and she was mine. A feeling of control filled me and I wanted to be the one to determine how this would go. "Lay down on the bed." She did. "Let me just look at you. Let your legs fall open." She did. I swallowed hard as many memories of burying my face in that sweet spot flooded my head. I dropped to my knees and pulled her close to me, throwing her legs over my shoulders. I dived face first into her cunt, leading with my tongue. I thrust my tongue into her again and again wanting to pummel her insides. I wanted to be gentle and go slow, but passion overcame restraint and I couldn't suck or lick fast enough. Kate was as anxious to cum as I was to push her over the edge. She moaned and begged for more; for me to lick faster; for me to push harder. She was the same passionate woman I remembered, and I worked hard to give her just what she wanted. "Oh fuck me harder, Riki," she begged me for more. I thrust two fingers into her slick cunt and began to fuck her furiously. "Oh yes, that's it! Hard! Harder!" Then she exploded in a gush of sweet cunt juices all over my face. I tried to drink in as much as I could, but I couldn't keep up. I sucked and licked all over her legs, the bed, and her sweet pussy until I had rescued all that I could. It was our first fuck in four years and I didn't want to miss out on a drop. I stood up and looked down at Kate just lying there, still enjoying her orgasm. I started to undress. She looked up and watch me open my blouse, slowly, one button at a time. I tossed it aside and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt. I pushed it down over my hips and stepped out of it and kicked it near my blouse. Next, my slip, up and over my head and to the side. I stood there in just my bra, black silk panties, hose and shoes. I kicked the shoes aside and slid my pantyhose down and off. Kate started to move towards me, but I raised my hand to stop her. This was my private strip for her. My body had matured nicely and I was eager to get her approval. I reached back and unhooked my bra, but I let it hang there to tantalize her. With just my thumbs hooked in the waistband, I slid my panties off. Kate let out a moan of appreciation for the full growth of hair that now covered my once nearly bare vagina. I shrugged my shoulders and my bra fell to the floor and I stood before her completely naked. "Do you like what you see?" "Oh, Riki, you are more beautiful that ever. Your body has filled out to match those perfect beasts. Please let me touch you." She didn't have to beg, I took her hands and pulled her from the bed and to her feet. I wanted her naked body against me. We just stood there entwined. Our hands running up and down our naked backs and buttocks. I wanted to feel every square inch of her skin. I loved skin. My god how I loved skin. She led me back to her bed and she crawled in and lay on her right side and patted the bed beside her. I stretched out full length facing her. Her right arm was under my shoulders and she pulled me close. We wrapped our arms and legs around each other and we continued to explore each other's skin. Both of us were moaning and telling each other how wonderful it was to be touched there...or there. Kate soon made a more aggressive move. She rolled over on top of me, pushing my legs apart with her knee and hard against my dripping cunt. She pushed herself up with her arms and looked into my face. She began to grind her knee against my cunt in a slow, powerful motion that immediately brought my clit to life. It felt so fucking good that I could only beg her to go faster, but she smiled and teasingly said, "Not so fast my love. The fuck of your life can't be rushed." She closed her eyes and arched her neck and back. The slow, steady pressure on my clit was intensifying and I could feel the hot, buzz of an orgasm building in my vagina and spreading out in all directions. I was whimpering and twisting underneath Kate. She started to pick up the tempo and I knew I was close to exploding, when she dropped her head and grabbed my left nipple in her mouth. It felt like she was trying to swallow my entire tit! Sucking and biting at the same time, she began to unmercifully grind her knee into my cunt. I was begging her to fuck me harder. She took just my nipple in her teeth and she bit down while sucking and twisting at the same time. I fucking exploded in a body-wracking orgasm. Wave after wave, crashed over me as Kate continued to suck my tit and grind my cunt. When she was sure she had forced every drop of cum out of me, she let the full weight of her body collapse on top of me and she just lay there, catching her breath. I put my arms around her and pulled her as close to me as I could. Our sweat and cum was all running together. I kissed her deeply, with more passion that I had ever experienced as a young teenager. I loved this woman with every cell in my body. I loved her more now that I ever had before. I t was my turn to be the aggressor. I rolled Kate off of me and I immediately took the top position. I kissed her neck and sucked on her ear. "Do you remember Marcia from junior high?" "The girl with the pouty lips that you had a crush on?" "Before you." "Before me, yes, I remember Marcia, why?" "I learned a couple of tricks experimenting on Marcia after ball practice. I'm going to show you my favorite." "I can't wait." "You won't have to." I readjusted myself on top of Kate so that my cunt was directly on top of her's. I trust my pelvis forward and pushed hard so that there was plenty of cunt-to-cunt contact. Now it was my turn to grind. I thrust hard and I ground my pelvis into her. In only a few rotations of my hips her moans of pleasure began. They drove me crazy and increased my desire to fuck her brains out. (Marcia used to just lay there until a tiny "Oh" escaped from her lips when she came. No matter how many times I fucked her, she never let loose with a screaming orgasm.) Kate let me know what she liked and what she wanted. "Suck my tit, Riki. Please, suck it so hard." I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it as hard as I could. I sucked, and bit, and pulled and twisted, and she just begged for more. The juices from our cunts had made the grinding even more effective. My clit was on fire so I knew she had to be ready to fire off. She loved me to talk dirty to her so I said, "Come on you sexy little slut. You know you want to fucking cum. Here we go you sweet cunt...here we fucking, go," and we both came with a huge, wonderful, explosive orgasm that left us both just drained. I broke down and cried, my body shaking with sobs. Kate held me in her arms and kissed my face, and kept saying, "I love you Riki. I love you my sweet Riki."