Date: 23 Jul 2002 08:59:52 -0000
From: Alisha Mathew A <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Lesbian Diaries Part II By Alisha

		Lesbian- Dairies Part II (Dream come True) By Alisha

I had lost count of how many times I enjoyed sniffing at the yellow panties
which I stole from Pinky.  Finally it lost all its fragrance and
saltiness. But I was keeping it as a memento until my mother discovered it
and threw it away after scolding me for using such worn-out underwear. I
didn't utter anything in return and the very next day my mother gave me a
packet containing a dozen floral panties. I tried to locate the precious
one but it was nowhere seen. I was curious to check whether Pinky wear a
new one or not. So I brushed her skirt without arousing suspicion many
times. Poor girl, she did not have a spare one and she was very conscious
about its absence too. She did not go to latrine in other's presence
perhaps fearing the other girls would make a mockery on her. I felt really
pity to her but I did not get any idea how to present a new one to her.

	The studies started taking its momentum by the next week. The
classes were taken by a new teacher, who was a gentleman got temporary
employment. He was so eager to create a good image so that he could get a
continuation. He took classes for poetry and he made us sing the poems
loudly. He had got a great moustache and slightly bald head, he was shy to
look at us in first. But after one month he established a good reputation
for himself. I lost my rhythm of studies. My mind was wandering thinking
always about Pinky. The possibility of having my secret desires fulfilled
still remained a vague dream. My class teacher noticed my lack of attention
and I replied her that I was having menstrual disorders and she did not ask
more.

	My mother was curious to see Pinky after hearing my frequent
references at her. I used to take more food and curries and when my mother
asked about it I told her, "There is a poor girl in my school, she could
not have taken anything for lunch, she is so beautiful but so poor, I want
to share my food with her". My mother was satisfied that I am taking
kindness to other girls and she was a nice person by heart. I prayed for
lunch time to come faster, as I would get opportunity for one hour to spend
with Pinky. She too became a clinging wine to me; the other girls alienated
us with all their might. But I did not pay any attention to them. They
mocked at us by referring us as husband and wife. I protested at them but I
liked the remark very much within my heart. It was what I silently wished
to happen, but Pinky did not pay much inclination towards a physical
relationship with me. I bet she was unaware of such kind of
relationships. It was common in our school that senior girls harass juniors
by pinching their butt and feeling the pussies at lavatory. I tried to go
to lavatory with Pinky, I wanted to get a glance at her pussy. But she did
not come in fact she never went to lavatory as far as I remember. When I
asked her to come with me for company she would come up to the lavatory and
would stand outside.

	The lavatory was a godforsaken place with four mud walls but
without a roof. There was no commode etc, one room was having a cement slab
meant for shitting, but there would be always dried shit and no water
causing much of vomiting sensation. Nobody could find who was doing that,
but everyday the picture would be same. Our new head mistress tried to
clean the lavatory and we did a nice job of it but the very next morning it
was again seen dirty and somebody shitted there and bothered not to pour
water and there ended the head mistress cleaning of it. There were five
cubicles separated with bricks but no privacy. All girls would hike their
skirts and lower their panties and then there is silence for a moment
followed by the hissing sound of piss comes out. I always wondered how
lucky men were, as they could just stand at a wall or in open take their
fly out and proudly urinate. Some boys used to draw pictures using their
penis and a large amount of piss coming out of it. Only women were deprived
such little pleasures. Once during a festival I saw an old lady standing
near a wall and openly pissing. It was an awkward sight, she was looking
here and there for any person appearing and the golden shower sprayed here
and there and drops coming as so many little streams along with her skinny
thighs. Another time I saw a matured pussy was when I was traveling in a
bus. One old lady was quarrelling with a boot polish man and all of a
sudden I saw her hiking her skirt and displayed her dry pussy. She had
tears in her eyes, she did it on her utmost frustration. Fortunately nobody
other than me saw that precious one moment flashing and the guy too got
stunned with her outrage. I saw him giving some money back for which she
was arguing just after seeing the display. I was too intimidated with
thoughts that why her pussy appeared completely hairless and so dry. Do old
grannies shave their quim when it start graying, or do they loose hair from
there when they get old? Still a puzzle to me!.

One day I saw Pinky coming out of lavatory at an odd time, I saw that our
scouts and guides cheerleader followed her from lavatory. I was stunned to
see them together and the cheerleader gave me a wry look and proceeded
away. I got angry, how dare she went with another girl to the lavatory
while she was denying company to me all those days. I got angry and caught
her hand and pulled her into the lavatory. It was class time so none would
come normally. "What was you doing here with that bitch?", I asked. Pinky
was disturbed by my outburst, but she soon recovered her calm and said
innocently, "I came to urinate as I felt my periods are going to come", I
was relaxed at her coy reply. I loved her voice and the faint jasmine smell
began to entice my nose. "You never came with me here, what did that bitch
do with you?", I asked. "She was asking things about me, and then she
pressed me here", she looked at her bosom. I was stunned and angry. That
bitch pressed on my beloved's boobs, how dare she did that to her, and how
did Pinky allow her to touch her boobs. I was red with anger, "You never
allow me to touch you there and stood there to be touched by that bitch",
my words were stammering. "She is only a girl like me no?, she just said
something about the size of her boob and then asked my size and pressed
me. It happened quite unexpected and I could not prevent her", she said
innocently. I was mad with rage. "Why did you go with her and you never
allowed me to do such things?, you are a bitch you are cheating me, I know
that bitch had a crush on you and you stood like a prostitute before her,
you are a liar, you are a prostitute", I cried with anger. Pinky was cool
in her reply, "Alisha, when you are looking at me I feel like you are a
boy, and I become so shy, but she is just another girl know, girls do such
things no?". I could not scold her anymore, she touched some of my
nerves. I felt secretly proud about her remarks, she was thinking me as a
boy, and then would she be thinking about sex and with me. A million dollar
question!, indeed. "Okay what else did she do to you, let me see where she
pressed", I cupped her breasts for the first time and a wave of electricity
passed through me. I won a glorious moment, her boobs like butter so warm
and without any bra made me mad with desire.  I was dying to tear open her
blouse and see those dear breasts with the black small nipples and immerse
my face down to her delta of Venus, her origin of the jasmine fragrance and
I would die there without any oxygen. But she skipped out of my hands and
ran away. I was filled with joy and pride and at the same time I was
doubtful about Pinky's behavior.

When I reached my home I started reading the letter again. It was written
in the letter that he wanted to marry Pinky after she is attained the legal
age for matrimony. I tore the letter into a thousand pieces and flushed it
after shitting on it. How dare that bald teacher tried to steal my charming
princess. We could not meet for one week as it was vacations, on the third
day I could not stand it any longer. I would die if I did not see Pinky. I
asked my mother to give permission to go to Pinky's house. "Why don't you
ask her to come here, you will catch cold as rain is coming", my mom
said. "No mummy, she is so poor and afraid to visit us, she has no good
dress", I said. "Ok, but you come back before tea time, and don't forget to
take your umbrella", she said. I hugged her and she smiled.

I had a bath and I put on a new pair of panties and a black bra which I
recently bought. I stood before the mirror and watched me, "not bad", I
murmured. I inspected my armpits, there were a good patch of small hair
appeared, I did not notice that, when did they start sprouting. I lowered
my panties and looked at my pussy, "hai my cutie pussy", I liked it. There
too a small thatch of jet black wiry hairs had appeared, I rubbed there
using my fingers and took them to my nose. I was crestfallen, I had no
smell, no jasmine, nothing at all, I sprayed a lot of prickly heat powder
into my pussy and adjusted my panties. I used a heavy amount of mascara
under my eyes, put a red spot on my forehead, I decided to dress in a long
skirt and blouse. I adjusted the bra so that my breasts looked bigger than
my actual size. I started with my umbrella and walked through the small
path between a vast paddy field.

When I reached Pinky's house, her brother and sister were playing using mud
and coconut shell. Then her brother took a stone and threw at a dog showing
its skeleton. Then he saw me and shouted shined. "Alisha chechy(elder
sister) has come, Alisha chechy(elder sister) has come", then his small
sister too joined the chorus. "How do you know me?", I asked. "Pinky chechy
used to talk about you", they replied. "Why did you throw stones at that
poor dog ?", I asked. "It's the dog who has taken Pinky chechy's chaddy
(reference for panties in our native language) ", came his reply. So that
solved the mistery of missing panties, I was relieved. I always feared that
Pinky would come to conclusion that I might be the culprit.  I gave them
some sweets which I had brought and their eyes popped out with happiness
and gratitude. I looked for Pinky, but she was nowhere seen.  Then she
appeared from behind the barn. She was going to milk the cow; she was
wearing a linen dress, which was up to her knees and an old shirt (perhaps
her fathers). She did not expect me and she tried to lower her lungi( half
knee dress which has no strings just worn by skill and so easy to remove in
one snatch) and hide her legs. My clit began throbbing inside my panties
seeing her beautiful calves, they looked as if carved in ivory. She had her
calves well-rounded and small black hairs giving a black shade. "Alisha
chechy, I was just thinking about you", she said in a shy tune. "What did
you think about me?", I asked. "Nothing just remembered", she said. "Chechy
go and sit in front , I will milk the cow and make tea then", she tried to
send me to front. "No problem I will stay here and watch you milking, I
haven't seen it", I said. "No, cow will kick me, it doesn't like someone
else", she resisted. "No, she is lying, our cow is quiet, she doesn't kick
anybody", the children cheered. Pinky had nothing more to say. She gave a
defeated look and proceeded to the barn with a mug of water.

I hadn't seen milking a cow in my life, so I was curious. Pinky unloosed
the calf and it jumped to its mother's breasts, it hit there thrice with
its face and started sucking the four nipples alternatively. When it had
drunk for a few minutes, Pinky expertly pulled it away and tied it near,
she washed the cow's tits and started pulling the nipples and pressing them
under her fingers. Streams of milk started falling into the vessel she
carried to extract milk. The stream hit the vessel making sound of small
farts. Pinky was expertly doing her job and I was watching with
fascination. She was busy and expertly milking the cow. The cow stayed calm
and I saw that the lungi was moved upto half of her thighs and I could see
her ivory thighs with its baby fat. If the children were away I would have
started a frantic fingering right in her presence. Such was the impact of
seeing Pinky's naked thighs and her expert hands at work. I imagined in
place of her and Pinky in place of the cow. How it will look like Pinky
standing on her fours and I crawling under her jasmine pussy, and milking
those creamy breasts with those black nipples jutting out. My beloved gods,
please make my Pinky a cow and let me milk her, I prayed. Pinky was nervous
about her revealing posture, she was lowering her lungi with one hand but
she was sitting on her toes and she had to continue till milking is
over. Then I saw that her old shirt was torn at the armpits and I could
clearly see her hairy pits. How dark her tiny pit hairs have become, "ooh,
la la ", I prayed for the milking to last forever. Pinky was keen on
milching the cow and escape from my watching eyes, she was trying to adjust
her cloth but poor cloth was very small and since she was sitting on her
toes I could clearly guess out the contours and cleavages of her fine
shaped body. I looked at her breathless enjoying the fascinating beauty of
a country girl.

She finished the milking and went straightaway to the kitchen hurriedly. I
too followed her and she began to boil water to make tea, when tea was
ready she poured it into four glasses and gave to her younger ones and
me. Then her mother came, she was a company worker and she might have been
a beauty in her primes, but now a sad picture of poverty and hardship. She
asked about me and behaved with respect to me. I told her that my mother
wanted to meet Pinky and if possible she would allow her to stay at my
house for one day. She looked at Pinky, but Pinky might have given a wrong
symbol, she then promised me to send her next weekend. I spent some more
time chitchatting with her and left after an hour. When I reached my home
my mother was pleased to notice my change of mood and happiness. I told her
Pinky might visit us soon.

I was sitting at my balcony when I did see Pinky. She was standing confused
at our iron gates. She was quite embarrassed and stood like a dumb girl, I
ran to the gate madly and took her hands and lead her to my house. I took
her to our kitchen and introduced my mother. She stood like a fish out of
its pond. My mother inspected her closely and admired her stunning
beauty. "So you are Pinky, there is not an instant my daughter speak about
you", she took her to her side and put her hands on her head. "You are
grown up, now you have to put on a shawl too, you are big", she was
referencing to Pinky's boobs. Pinky too got the clue and her face was
blushing red. "Mummy, my clothes which does not fit me anymore can they be
suited for Pinky", I told my mother. She got the hint and replied, "Yes,
Pinky why don't you please take some of her tight clothes with you, she
cannot wear them anymore, the tailor made a mess of his job, some of them
were not worn even once". "Why don't you take your friend to your room and
try if they fit her, I will make tea by that time", my mother relived us. I
took Pinky's hands and took her to my room. She was not accustomed to such
luxury and she was observing that entire sundry without showing any
enthusiasm. I opened my dresser bureau and took some skirts, top, under
wears etc and displayed it before her dazzling eyes. For the first time she
began to show real interest. "Try some for your size, let me see if it
suits you", I said. Then my mother called us for tea from downstairs. When
Pinky saw my mother's wide range of snacks, she was much impressed. She got
adjusted with the new place and my mother's kind behaviour and lack of any
arrogance in born to the rich helped her to behave natural. I did not take
much sweet. I was anxious to leave to my room and have Pinky under my
wings.  My mother seemed to understand my eagerness and after we had eaten
her dishes she asked us to go upstairs and try the clothes. She said she
would be busy for a while preparing for the dinner and we need not bother
her. So we proceeded to my room.

I closed the room behind our back and bolted the door. I selected a check
skirt and a blouse and put it against Pinky, " This will suit you nice, let
try this", I said. I put the blouse on her chest and in the process I
pressed her boobs nicely. "Oh, you have no bra inside, well let me give
one, I don't think the blouse will look perfect without a suitable bra", I
opened the drawer and took two brassieres of my present size and another
one bigger size. "Please remove your clothes and try the bra", I said my
voice trembling with desire and excitement. "Okay, I will try,but Alisha,
you should not look at me, promise me you will turn away", she said. "Dear
girl there is nothing to shy, we are both girls know, I have everything you
have got no?", I said. "No Alisha you have to go, I am shy in your
presence", she insisted. "But do you know how to wear a bra?", without
waiting for her reply I undid my blouse and turned away from her and showed
her my white back and my new black bra. I unhooked the strap and again
hooked it to give her a demo how to wear it properly. I secretly enjoyed
showing her my body. "Oh you naughty, you have no shame" , she said coyly
and shut her eyes with her hands. I bet she could see me through her
fingers. I was sure that she was a pretender. "Look at me , I am not shy
like you ", I unhooked my bra and threw it to a corner. My white breasts
were liberated from the capture and they stood in attention looking at
her. She was acting coy again but she was looking at me with sudden
interest. "Now let me see you wearing bra", I moved to her half
nude. "Alisha, keep your tricks with you, I will dress in bathroom", before
I could prevent her she took the clothes and disappeared into the
bathroom. I was feeling bad and outwitted. But what could I do. When she
appeared again I could not believe my eyes, what a metamorphism had taken
place. From an ugly duckling she had turned to a Cinderella and she now got
some class, I felt less confident standing before her. "Okay we will go
downstairs and show it to my mum", I took her hand and we went to kitchen
again. My mother too was disbelieving seeing the change in Pinky. Was she
the same girl she had seen an hour back. She was comparing me with her and
I understood she now felt I was inferior.

"Nice girls, but Pinky, your hair looks sticky and messy, Alisha, why don't
you shampoo her hair and both of you get ready. Your father just phoned, he
is taking us for a movie. Go upstairs, prepare yourselves good, now is the
age for both you to learn to dress nicely and look pretty. Then only some
suitors would come, you are going to be big girls soon", my mother patted
us and resumed her frying job. So we went again to my room, I was eager to
see Pinky undressing. I took a towel and hinted to get ready for a
bath. But she snatched my towel and again disappeared into bathroom. I
knocked in despair but she did not open. When I heard the water running I
wept silently outside. How cruel she was behaving with me, why?. When she
came out she was dressed in the new clothes and she looked simply
enchanting. I came close to her and hugged her. "Did you use soap?", I
asked. "Yes, why?", she asked. "It was not needed, I like your natural
smell, the smell of crushed jasmine, you have got a wonderful fragrance
dear", I was telling. "Go, dear chechy, you always talk naughty", she
pushed me. Her dazzling smile wooed my worries. Then we heard my dad's car
coming.

We went for a movie Pinky was seeing a movie in a theatre for the first
time since her father expired. She was so enthusiastic that after the film
started she was keen on the screen and I felt really bored. She caught
attention of so many people. I doubted even my father took a special
interest in her. He told so many jokes which was unusual, he always talked
business type. My mother was also happy, she was also keen on the film. The
film was usual songs and tragedy. When the tragic scenes came both my
mother and Pinky were weeping. I simply made a yawn. I prayed the bloody
long film to end so that I could have Pinky in my custody. I decided to
rape her if she deny me the path to heaven. I came to my senses only when
all lights were on and the film was over.

We drove home and ate supper. Pinky was greedily eating the ambrosia, which
my mother prepared. I was not taking much food and my mother scolded me
comparing my intake to Pinky. "No wonder you are still skinny and see Pinky
she is one year younger to you, see how better she is". Finally the dinner
ended. We stayed at the dining room for the sake of proprietary, trying to
help my mother with dishwashing. "No need, you to go upstairs, we are
sleeping downstairs". I guessed my mother was happy and expected to have
sex in the night.

When we were alone in my room, Pinky stood in a corner looking away at the
night outside. She did not tell anything. She did not look at me either. I
moved to her and stood behind her, she did not look back. The sweet jasmine
smell was spreading from her. I took her ponytail and put it to her
front. I looked at her neck, which was like that of a swan. There were tiny
hairs forming a braiding and it disappeared tracking her spine. There was a
small mole on her nape.  I put my finger on it. Pinky did not look back. I
saw goose bumps appearing on her neck. I kissed her. She did not move. My
hands traveled to her front and my lips began tracing her swan like neck. I
cupped her breasts. She did not look at me. I pressed her breasts again
taking her nipples between my fingers. "Please switch of light, chechy",
she asked me. "You are shy honey, come we may go to bed", I took her hands
and lead her to the cot. I switched off the light by pressing the two way
switch near my cot. I started showering kisses on her. She too hugged me
tight. She cooed like a nightingale. I opened her blouse and unhooked her
bra, she put a blanket over us. "Why is this", I asked. "If someone sees
us, its shame", she said. "My love, my sweet, my golden girl", I kissed
her. Then I felt her fingers touching my back, she unbuttoned it and took
it away over my head. One by one we lost our clothes to each other. When we
were both naked, we turned, we moved clockwise and anticlockwise. Sun set
in the West and rise again in the East. We were becoming from two body one
soul to one body one soul. Pinky when lost her initial reluctance became
more aggressive. Our legs intertwined, we tried to mate like two
snakes. Our legs were moving like a twisted pair. My clit was going to
explode, I tried to insert it between Pinky's buttocks. Finally we started
tasting each other, the jasmine fragrance mixed with her sweet sweat, I
tasted it. We did not sleep till early morning.

It was me who waked first. There was sunlight coming into the room.  I
looked under the blanket. Pinky was sleeping like a child naked and on her
chest. Then she moved to another side and I saw the mark on the place where
her love triangle met the bedspread. It was a mark like a hibiscus
flower. I took the bedcover away. I looked at my lover, she was sleeping
like an angel. I put my fingers into my pussy, it was slippery and wet in
the early morning. I inserted one, two and finally three fingers. I began
to masturbate looking at her. I came violently within minutes

(To be continued)