Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2009 10:33:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sierra Army Brat (lesbian\adult youth, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
teenage girl and women.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                  Sierra Army Brat
                        By
                       Jan

	It started in 1980 when I was born at the
Landstuhl, Germany Army hospital.  My mother could
not stand Army life.  She resented the class
distinction between the enlisted troops and officer's
families.  The accommodations were inferior; the pay
didn't meet her expectations, and duty assignments
sucked.  She figured she was better off back in
'Podunk, Arkansas than being sent to a tropical hell
hole for 3 years and then spent the next three
winters in South Korea.  She dropped out, filed for a
divorce, when I was very young without even asking
for custody of me.

	My father had made the Army his career
before he married.  He had too much time invested
to take a discharge.  He chose to stay in the Army.
Having a failed marriage soured him on any long term
relationship with women.  Military bases have their
rules.  Dad was an enlisted man and fond of saying
"He worked for a living," just the same he took it up
upon himself to raise me on his own.  That meant I
spent a lot of time alone waiting for him to come
home.  I assumed the duties of cleaning and cooking
at an early age.

	As you can imagine the life of a soldier in the
80's and 90's were full of moves and duty
assignments to the armpits of the world.  When he
had to go to active War zones, I had to live with my
paternal grandmother for the duration of his tour
of duty.

	While I was young my afternoons were filled
with whatever after school programs my father
could find.  By the age of 10-years old I was allowed
to stay home by myself for as much as four hours.
At 12-years old I earned extra money babysitting
other Army brats.

	I hated the moves and changing schools all of
the time.  Just when I was comfortable with
classmates either we moved or their parents were
reassigned.  I became more independent than most
girls my age.  I got my father's auburn hair, blue
eyes and pale complexion.  I went through puberty
right on schedule, but my physical development was a
little slow.  When I was 13-years old my chest sort
of popped.  It disrupted my life for the better part
of a year.  Eventually my height caught up with my
breasts.  I grew up to be a good five-foot eight-
inches tall and only 115 pounds.  I was preoccupied
with physical fitness.  Any base we were on, the
track became my passion.  I preferred long distance
running.  My measurements were 32-C, 20, 30
inches.  Not exactly the figure of pinup, but
adequate for the track team.  Boys would say my
legs went on forever.

	We were stationed in Tacoma, Washington
during my high school years.  I could pass for an
older girl if I liked.  At 14-years of age I was
allowed to spend nights at the homes of friends.  I
began to notice other girls and women by that time.
I had no interest in boys.  Oh,  I had male friends in
school but romance with them was the farthest
thing on my mind.

	I spent my freshman year of high school
watching the girls and women at school but I avoided
contact with anyone.  I simply ran track at school
and jogged around the neighborhood at home.  I did
my school work and basically kept my nose clean.  In
retrospect I guess my father was proud that he
could trust me to stay out of trouble.

	Near the end of my sophomore year, I met a
girl that was to change my life.  Her name was
Mandy, she was boy crazy.  Mandy was a five-foot
four, blond with a small chest.  We had three classes
together.  She was not an athlete by any means,
fucking was her only exercise.  We shared our lunch
break together and started hanging out together.

	She would tell her parents she was hanging out
with me, so that she could hook up with one boy or
other.  I didn't mind covering for her, because I was
developing a strong desire to find out what it would
be like to be with a woman.  Because of the Army I
didn't want to draw attention to myself close to
home.  I had heard of a lesbian bar in Tacoma that I
wanted to see.

	Mandy had a cousin in Seattle that was great
at making fake ID's.  He charged $200 for his
services or he would take it out in trade for sexual
favors.  Losing my virginity to him was not part of
my agenda, so I used half of my babysitting money
to pay for my great ID.  It showed that I was 23-
years old.  I knew better that to make myself 18 or
21 because anyone checking ID's look harder at
those ages.

	I enlisted Mandy's help when I got the ID.  She
was to cover for me.  I selected a weekend when my
father was on maneuvers and would not have access
to a cell phone.  Even if he were to get access to a
phone he knew I was going to be at Mandy's.

	I stood out front of the "Club Sapphire"
before working up the nerve to walk in.  I entered
and took in the layout quickly.  There was a bar,
tables and booth.  I tried to look like I belonged as I
made my way to a booth.  Dad had bought me a
knock off Coach Purse in Korea that I used to make
myself look older.  I made my way to a booth where
I could keep an eye on the women coming and going.
It was my plan to simply nurse a couple of 'Long
Island Iced Tea.'  Not being a drinker I had a slight
buzz after the second drink.  What caught my eye
was a woman that had to be at least six-feet tall.
She looked very fit.  She had small breasts that
hardly showed under her blouse.  Her tight pants
were filled with a butt that looked rock hard.  She
had blond hair pulled back into a ponytail and crystal
blue eyes.  We made eye contact and she smiled at
me.  I looked down at my glass.  She said something
to the bartender and the barmaid brought me a
third drink.  When I accepted the drink the barmaid
took my empty glass.

	The woman approached my booth and my heart
was pounding like I had just sprinted a quarter mile.
She introduced herself as Monica, and asked if she
could join me.  As she slipped into the booth she told
me that she was a police officer.  That immediately
sent a cold chill down my spine.  She allayed my
fears by telling me she was a lesbian out looking for
a good time.  She told me stories about the contacts
she had made as a result of her job.  I was
pretending to be a college student that had got a
late start because I lived with my dad.  Eventually
she invited me to come to her place.  I did accept.

	She drove us south west to Steilacoom.  Her
place was so close to the waterfront of Puget Sound,
she had a view of Anderson Island.  While I was
admiring the view she put on Tori Amos before she
took me in her arms and danced with me.  She slowly
started seducing me.

	She took it slowly and gently.  She absolutely
loved my breasts.  She sucked on my nipples until I
thought she was going to make hickies on my pink
areolas.  We eventually made our way to the
bedroom where she finished undressing us.  When
she knelt over me and inspected my pussy she found
that my hymen was intact.  That gave me away.  She
asked me just how old I was.

	I confessed, "I am really only 15-years old and
a sophomore in high school."  I feared that she
would be angry with me.

	She smiled at me and said, "You sure a tall girl
for your age.  Are you sure you're ready to go all the
way and become a full woman?"

	When I assured her that I had been dreaming
of this for a long time, she settled down on the bed
next to me.  She brought me to three orgasms by
rubbing my pussy and licking it.  When she asked me
if I was ready to let her take my hymen I agreed
and she had me assume a position on my hands and
knees like I was a dog.  She retrieved a strap-on
dildo from her nightstand.  She buckled it on her
waist and lubricated it before she assumed the
position behind me.

	I had cum so many times I had soaked her
sheets.  My knees were resting in the slimy mess.
She aligned her dildo with my cunt and slowly
started inserting it, while she held onto my hips.  I
could feel her breath in my ear as she leaned over
my body.  She nibbled on my ear while I spread my
legs a little more.  The thing sent a shooting,
stabbing pain through my lower body as it ripped
through my hymen.  I felt like my pussy was on fire.
Just when I thought I could not stand it any longer
she licked the inner shell of my ear.  When I calmed
down she started pumping her dildo into my tight
pussy.  She fucked me for an hour.  I didn't think
she was ever going to quit.  There sure was not much
sleep that night.

	Monica removed her rubber cock eventually and
turned me over.  She positioned me on the bed so
that I was crossways so that she could come around
the bed where my head was and mount the bed so
that her knees were on either side of my head.  I
was looking up at her, bikini cut, dark blond pubic
bush.

	I knew what she wanted and the prospect of
tasting my first pussy had my pussy throbbing.  She
spread her labia over my mouth and ground her clit
and pussy into my mouth.  She demanded that I
stick my tongue in her cunt.  I did as ordered
without question.  From my vantage point I was
looking up at her pink asshole.  While she was rocking
her hips forwards and backwards her asshole would
be rubbed across my tongue.  I found that it added
to my sexual thrill.  Anytime I didn't lick her with
enthusiasm she would twist my nipples.  When she
had enough and the sun was coming up she made us
breakfast and drove me to the bus stop.  She gave
me her business card because she wanted to see me
again.

	She had no desire for a long-term relationship.
When I returned to school, Mandy hounded me
about my secret date.  I could not admit to her that
I had actually sought out a woman at a lesbian club.
I let her ramble on about what the guy must have
looked like.

	Monica's philosophy was to sample as many
different women as possible.  I adopted her
philosophy too.  My goal was to join the Army like my
dad.  At 18 I did join as soon as I graduated from
high school.



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