Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2010 14:09:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marie LeClare <marieleclare3@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Roar of the Engine

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.



The Roar of the Engine Ff FF
By
Marie LeClare
Copyright 2010

When I was little I was always warned to stay away from the railroad tracks
that cut straight through the reservation, with these comments, remember
what happened to Marjorie. She was in our crew of girls, and had got to
close to the tracks, was hit by this train and had died instantly. So I did
stay away, but the sound of the engine always held a fascination for me, as
if it was signaling me to come closer, but I never did.

I never knew what exactly I was doing but it sure felt good, and as soon as
I found out what I was doing it felt a whole lot better. Till one day
Sister Rose from the church, who was out picking wild flowers, found me
with my hand stuck in my pussy, and I thought I was going to get killed.

All she did was ask me if it felt really good touching myself where I was
touching and I had to say yes. Then she asked me if I had one of my
girlfriends touch me there to make me feel good and I hadn't yet so i said
no not yet. Then she asked me if I minded if she was to touch me there and
I said no, so after moving into position, she started to rub my lil pussy.

As she was rubbing my pussy I saw that she had her hand up under her habit
and the way the cloth was moving I could tell that she was rubbing her
pussy too. Suddenly or without notice she lifted my skirt up and slipped my
little white cotton panties down all in one motion, and then stuck her face
there and tongued my pussy. It felt amazing.

As I was half laying back with her tonguing my pussy I could feel the
amazing feeling feeling stronger and stronger, and was pleading with her
not to stop.

She told me she wouldn't and would I like to do to her what she was doing
to me and I jumped at the chance, saying yes! With that she lifted up her
habit and pulled down her plain white underwear, drawing me closer to her,
and explaining to me where I should lick for her to feel good.

It was amazing when she came. Although my jaw was hurting from me licking
her pussy, but the sweet rewards of me tasting her cum was wonderful.

After we were both very well satisfied, we agreed to meet some other time
but before that time could come she was caught with another young girl and
transferred to another church school.

So the time went on and I was thinking one day that I didn't know if I was
a lesbian or straight. The decision came to me when I was on the train back
to my all girls school,wearing my bright green blazer.

When she entered the compartment I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She
wore her pretty brunette hair straight down like I do with mine. So many
other things she did or had resembled me in so many ways.

I started to say "Hi" but she put her fingers to her lips to quiet me as
the train roared across a closed in bridge. Right after she apologized to
me for shushing me but explained in a non-xxx way that she really enjoyed
the sound of a train.

Our conversation got closer and closer to how we enjoyed having sex to the
sound of a train. When she asked me if I was a lesbian, I told her that I
didn't know and told her the story of Sister Rose, and how we had satisfied
each other. Then she asked me about boys or men and I went eeewww at the
very thought of having sex with either of them.

Then it was my turn to ask her if she was a lesbian, to which she replied
yes, why yes I am. Then back to her when she said that I had very kissable
lips and could she kiss me, of course I managed to say.

Then she got me out of my panties and bra by the time the next bridge came
into sight, and I to her by the time the following bridge came into view.
She preferred us taking the 69 position for every bridge,until it was my
stop coming up and I had to leave.

We exchanged phone numbers for a date and this was one date I intended to
keep.



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