Date: 27 Jul 2001 11:41:37 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: VON Chapter 2 ( Adult Youth f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between women and a girl.  If this type of
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it.

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                       VON Chapter II
                           By
                          Jan


		Over the next few weeks Marlin and I had been
dating as often as I could get to her house.  I tried to visit two or
three times a week.  I would cut across the backfield to her
house so that my friends would not see me entering her house.
When I was not with her I thought about Marlin all the time.  I
must have masturbated two or three times every night when I
was not with her.  I fell asleep with my fingers in my pussy
almost every night.  At school all I thought about was the
excitement of tasting Marlin's pussy.

	One day when school let out I went home and dropped
everything in my room.  Then I called Marlin and asked if I
could visit her.

	Marlin told me that I was welcome anytime.  I told my
mom that I was going to the store and then probably home with
my best friend.  I was out the door down the steps before the
screen door closed.

	I cut across the field to the back of her house.  I just
opened the back door and dropped my winter clothes in the
mudroom and went through the kitchen to the diningroom in my
bare feet.  Marlin met me in with a warm kiss and hug.

	Marlin sat me on her lap and toyed with my body as she
talked to me.  She told me that she had called a friend of hers
that was an active member of the Victorian Order of Nurses and
told her that you wanted to become one.  She wants to take you
to the local office and show you around.  She is thrilled that you
want to be one of us.

	We had a cup of coffee while we waited for her friend to
arrive.  Marlin slipped her hand under my sweater and bra to
play with my breasts.  My nipples grew hard from her
manipulations.  Soon we heard a car's tires crunching the snow
in her driveway.  She pulled all the way back to the detached
garage.

	She just came in the backdoor and left her winter clothes
in the mudroom.  When she came into the kitchen I had gotten
up and put my clothes back in place.  Marlin got up to give her
friend a big hug and a nice kiss on the mouth.

	I felt a little jealous watching this beauty with dark hair
kissing my Marlin.  Then Marlin turned her to face me with an
arm around her waist.  She made the introductions.

	Christine this is my new friend, Emily.  She is a high
school senior and wants to become a Victorian Order of Nurse
too.

	Emily this is Christine one of my latest students to join
the ranks of nursing.  She is a full-blooded Micmac (Mi'kmaq)
Indian.  She speaks better French than any Frenchwoman.

	Christine stepped forward and took me in her arms and
kissed me on the mouth.  She told me that she was thrilled to
meet me.  She told me that she would love to take me to the
local office and show me around.  She told Marlin that she was
welcome to come along.

	Marlin said that she had to visit her bank before it closed.
She told Christine to show Emily around and have a good time.

	That said Christine and I went to the mudroom and put
our winter clothes back on.  After one more kiss from Marlin for
both of us we made a dash for Christine's car.

	Her little coupe heated up quickly as soon as she got the
engine running.  We backed out of the driveway and headed to
St. John.  It was two warm to keep the down parka on.  So I took
my arms out of it and let it fall around my waist.  I scooted over
next to Christine.

	I had to ask, Christine tell me about your tribe?

	Christine gave me a quick look.  Then she smiled and
started telling me about her tribe.  She told me that the Micmac
are members of the Wahanaki Confederacy and in turn are
members of the Algonquinan Nation.  She told me that her
mother was from the Pequot tribe another member of the
Algonquinan nation.

	She told me that the tribe was living in Nova Scotia long
before Europeans ever landed.  The tribe supports itself now by
having legal gambling parlors on the reservations.  I was been
educated on the reservation until I went to nursing school.

	Marlin had been her teacher and than became my first
lover.  Now we are just good friends.  We have a lot of friends
now.

	When we got to St. John we pulled up in front of the
office.  We went in and Christine introduced me to the office
staff.  She showed me how they kept track of the nursing staff.
And then showed me the back office where they kept things like
hospital powered beds, wheel chairs, bed pan, and other things
nurse's working in private homes might need.

	We left when the staff closed up shop and the answering
machine took over forwarding calls to the home of the duty
operator.

	We got into her car and she asked me if I had to get home
right away or if I would like to have some tea at my apartment?

	I felt daring and said that I would love some tea!

	We soon pulled up in front of a U shaped apartment
building that looked like it was built in the 1930's.  The
apartments were built on the high side of the road so that they
were about six feet above street level.  With the slope of the
ground rain or melting snow would run off fast.

	We climbed the steps and walked down the path to the
back of the building.  She had the apartment on the left corner.
When she opened the door and reached in to turn on the lights,
she stepped back and I entered.

	It was a charming one-bedroom apartment with
kitchenette.  She took my parka and boots and hung them on a
coat rack in the dinning area along with hers, so if they dripped
it would be on the linoleum floor.

	She told me to have a seat on the couch, while she heated
the water.  She busied herself in the kitchen fixing a tray for us.

	I was admiring her apartment and looking at her
magazines.  It was furnished comfortably in modern furniture.
She had a small entertainment center on the wall across from the
couch.  I got up and turned on the stereo.  I was looking at the
framed pictures on the bookshelves.  There were pictures of her
family.  Taken when she was younger.  She had several pictures
of other women.  Some were just portraits others were pictures
that were obviously taken on campouts.  Some were girls
holding up fish.  A couple of pictures were of girls in canoes.
She even had some with her behind other girls with her chin on
their shoulder and cupping their breasts with her hands.

	Christine came in with a tray to serve tea.  She sat it down
on the coffee table and poured two cups of water.  Then she put
tealeaves in a strainer and put the lid on the strainer and soaked
it in the water.  She had a plate with sweets too much on while
we drank out tea.

	I returned to the couch and curled me leg under myself so
that I was sitting on my bare foot.  Following her lead I put one
teaspoon of sugar in my tea and a splash of cream.

	Christine came around and joined me on the couch. We
talked about my desire to be a nurse and what to expect in
school.  As we were finishing our tea.  Christine leaned forward
towards me and kissed me on the mouth.

	I opened my mouth as her tongue entered my mouth.  My
breathing through my nose was exaggerated so my breasts rose
and fell with each lung full of air.

	Christine took my teacup and placed it on the coffee table.
Then she turned towards me and gathered me in her arms.  I let
her lay me back until my head was resting on the back of the
couch.  As she kissed me she put her hand under my sweater.
My nipples were hard in anticipation of her touch.  I let out a
moan in her mouth as her hand slid under my bra.

	She was soon moving her hand down to unbutton my
jeans.  When she pulled the flaps back she put her hand under
the elastic of my panties.  Then she ran her finger down and
fingered my fine growth of blonde pubic hair between fingers
and thumb.  I was beside myself wanting her to put her fingers
on my clitoris.

	Christine finally ran her finger into the crack and touched
my clit.  The shock made me buck my hips up and off the couch.
She wet her fingers with the juices I was dripping out of my
cunt.  Then she took my clit between her forefinger and thumb.
She stroked that little nub up and down until my heels were
pounding the carpet on the floor.  When I climaxed the crotch on
my panties were soaking wet.

	I had to rest for a few seconds.  Then Christine stood up
and offered me her hand.  I followed her into the bedroom.  The
window faced the hill behind the apartments and the drapes were
drawn so that what light filled the room was filtered with a soft
pink glow.

	Christine pulled my sweater over my head.  She stood in
front of me as she reached around behind me to unhook my bra.
Her breasts were pressed against mine as her breath warmed my
neck as she unhooked it and pulled it off my arms.  Then she
stood back to look at my breasts as they were revealed.

	She reached for both of them with her hands.  She used
both forefingers to rub both nipples.   I was breathing hard
wanting to hug her, but knew she wanted to be the one making
love to me.

	My jeans were still unbuttoned and were only being held
up by the swell of my hips.  When Christine reached around my
back and ran her fingers of both hands under the waistband of
the jeans they slid down my hips until they gathered around my
feet.  I stepped out of them.

	Christine sat on the bed as she pulled me towards her.
She admired me at arm's length.  All I had on were a pair of
white panties that were so wet that they sagged between my
legs.  When she turned me around I was embarrassed because I
knew that the crotch was sagging down so much that it would
look like that I had a load in my panties.

	She slowly pulled my panties down and had me step out
of them.  She kissed both cheeks of my ass before turning me
around.

	When I turned around she was holding my wet panties
under her nose smelling my crotch.  I almost came just seeing
her nose in the crotch of my panties.  She tossed them aside and
made me sit beside her on the bed.

	It was my turn to undress her.  I pulled her sweater over
her head.  And tossed it onto the floor.  Her bra was a very thin
brownish thing so thin that her areolas were plainly visible and
her nipples were all but poking through the material.  I reached
for the back of her bra and unhooked it.  When I pulled it off her
arms they came into view.  What can I say about her, she was
nude from the waist up.  Her long, black hair hung down her
back and actually touched the bed.  Her hair shined like it had
oil on it.  She had it all pulled back showing her widow's peak.
Her lips were full and her lipstick was a brownish-red.  Her eyed
needed no makeup to show off her brown eyes.  Her skin was
almost brown in color and the only mark was a tattoo on her left
breast it was simply the Indian geometric symbol for the turtle in
three colors.  She told me that the turtle in the Native American
culture is the symbol for women.  But in native art women made
everything in abstract forms, only men could draw living
animals realistically.   So her tattoo was three circles with six
diamond shapes representing head tail and four legs.

	Next I knelt between her legs to unbutton her pants.  The
belt on her pants was decorated with the designs of maple leaves
and other plants and flowers native to the area.  Her built buckle
was a repeat on the turtle symbol in silver.  I put my face close
and I undid her pants.  I could smell the indigo died cotton jeans
and laundry soap as I urged her to lift her butt up off the bed
long enough for me to pull then past her knees.

	I had to remove her hiking boots before I could remover
her jeans.  She was sitting on the bed in panties and thick rustic-
red wool sox's and panties the same color as her bra.  The
reinforced crotch was still not thick enough to hide the crack of
her cunt.  Her pubic hair was pressed flat against her flesh.  It
looked as if it had been combed.

	Again I moved close enough to smell the mix of laundry
soap, perfume, and the unmistakable odor of the musk of her
cunt and aroma of ammonia and salt of her urine.  I again
reached under her to remove them.  She lifted her butt up one
more time.  The panties joined the jeans on the floor.

	Now it was my turn to inspect her lower body.  The skin
was again that golden brown.  European women would kill for a
tan like that.  The mark around her waist where the belt gathered
material against her body was fading fast.  I parted her legs so I
could inspect her better.  It was obvious that she shaved her
pubis a little.  But she let it ring her cunt and disappeared
between her legs.  When I knelt in front of her and pried the
crack open I could see a trail of hair that ringed her asshole.  On
the inside of her left leg was one brown mole about the size of a
dime.

	I pressed my lips against the inside of her thigh and smelt
her perfume.  Then I kissed the other thigh.  Before I could
move closer to my goal Christine took me by my shoulders and
pulled me up so that I was sitting on the bed.

	She drug me up until we were beside each other on the
bed.  She moved me into a position where my head was resting
on her arm.  Her sweet tit was pressed against my cheek.  I had
to ask what perfume she used.  I had to buy me a bottle for
myself.  Christine rolled towards me and fed me her left tit.   I
sucked it like a baby.  She was kissing my face with little pecks
as she felt my body.

	When she reached for my crotch I opened my legs wide.
She stroked my cunt for a short time.  Then she turned around
and straddled my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth.  Then
she leaned forward to open my cunt.  She opened her mouth and
took my whole cunt in it.  I was so excited from her
administrations to my cunt that I would lose my place trying to
make her cum.

	When I climaxed I clawed the backs of her thigh with my
fingernails.  My reward was a face full of her juices on my face
and in my mouth.  After she climaxed she relaxed and almost
smothered me with her wet cunt.

	Afterwards she turned around and lay on my tummy and
kissed and licked my face clean.  Afterwards we went into her
bathroom and peed and washed up.  We dressed and headed
back to Marlin's.  I cuddled up next to her and played with her
crotch all the way home.

	When we parked in front of the garage Marlin met us at
the back door.  She knew right away that we had made love to
each other.  We were not trying to hide it.


	Christine had her arm around my waist.  As we climbed
the steps she put her hand on my ass so that her middle finger
was pressing the crack of my ass.  I was a little embarrassed.

	Marlin gathered us in her arms and pulled us into the
house.  She kissed both of us on the cheek.  Then she told me I
better wash my face again before I go home.  You don't want
your mother smelling pussy on your face.

	I went to the bathroom and wash again.  I had to run to get
home in time to do my homework before bed.  I kissed both of
them and as I went out the back I saw Christine undoing her
pants so that Marlin could put her hand in her pants.  I knew that
they would be in bed before I would get home.

	I went home thinking about Christine.  When I went to
bed that night I masturbated thinking about what we did at her
apartment.  Then I thought about future dates with other women.



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