Date: 18 Aug 2001 10:23:33 -0700
From: Jan <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Sarah Jane

Warning:

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

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                          Sarah Jane
                             By
                            Jan


	Do you know what it is like growing up in a farmhouse
on a rural road, 10 miles this side of nowhere?  Your nearest
neighbors are miles away and they don't have children to play
with.  You spend your free time playing in the cornfields.  They
are your castle, your dancehall, your Paris fashion runway, your
movie set and most of all .. the place you go to explorer your
private body parts.

 	I remember lying on my back and putting my hand in my
panties and finding that little nub with my fingers for the first
time.  I rubbed it gently with the tip of my finger until I felt like
I had to pee, but it was not the same thing.  It took my breath
away and my skinny legs beat a rhythm in the dust.  I had no
name for what happened but it felt so good I did it again.  And
soon my games would always with me playing with that nub
until I lost my breath and I felt that release.  Soon I noticed the
after I did that my panties would be wet and did not smell of
urine.

	The house was 20 miles from Springfield, Illinois and It
was 10 miles to the nearest town.  The rural road was 4 miles
from the nearest cross road and so full of potholes that it would
destroy the shocks of any car going fast than 20-mph.

	My parent's farmhouse is an old, two-story thing right
out of an American gothic painting, badly in need of a fresh
coat of white paint.  The roof was green asphalt shingles on a
steeply sloped pitch.  It had a six-foot wide porch that went all
the way around the square house.  It stood on a foundation that
put the house more than three-feet off the ground.  It had a
lattice around it to keep animals out from under the house, but
of course the family dogs were able to get under it during the
summer to keep cool during the summer.

	My parent's bedroom was on the ground floor.  Like
houses of that period, the main entrance brought you into a
parlor with a couch in it for the time when young girls
boyfriends came to call on young girls and held hands and
planed weddings and discussed what kind of farm they would
have.  The living room was in the middle of the house.  This is
where my father lived when he was not in the fields.  He had a
leather recliner with his paper with the financial section with
the latest corn prices.  A few books sitting on the end table.  We
had managed to buy the latest toys: a Large TV, a stereo and a
VCR.  Behind that room was the dining room with a pocket
sliding door, which was the access to the kitchen.  The kitchen
was large and functional.  It dated back to when the wife
cooked for large numbers of field hands and family gatherings.
The stove was large but old.  Why buy a new one when the old
one worked just fine?  On the north side of the house was a
guest bedroom facing the front of the house with a shared
bathroom with the master bedroom next to the kitchen.

	There were two staircases going up to the second floor,
one staircase off the parlor and one off the kitchen.  Because of
the pitch of the roof there were only two bedrooms up stairs
with a bathroom directly over the one below.  To save space it
only had a shower.  I chose the bedroom in the front of the
house as mine.  It was decorated in my favorite colors . pink
and purple.  The back bedroom was set up as an office.  The
computer is in there.  The computer is in there.  Because my
father and mother have never learned to use it, I am the one that
keeps the books for the family on a spreadsheet.  I have it set up
to track expenses and income daily.

	My best friend is a girl named Judy.  She lives in town.
We went to the same school all our lives.  When we could get
together we played just like other girls do.  We talked about the
boys in our school.  We found them to be very childish.  But the
older boys seemed soooo mature.  Most of them worked for
their parents and were driving farm  equipment by the time they
were 12 years old.  Most of them had an old family car or truck
in a barn that they were fixing up for the day they could legally
drive.  They all wanted hot rods but were limited by tools and
money.  If they ever got them running they would probably
burn a quart of oil for every tank of gas.

	Judy and I started practicing kissing each other when we
were about 12 years old.  We did it in the cornfields and our
bedrooms.  We started finding out what it was like to suck each
other's tongues.  Judy was the first to start feeling my
nonexistent breasts.  Her fingers on my little nipples felt good
just the same.  I returned the favor.

	One day I told her I had secret to share with her.  She was
anxious to find out what it was.  I made her promises to never
tell what we did as we went into the cornfield to the spot I had
been using for my games.  When we got there we sat on the
ground on a mat of cornstalks and started kissing each other.
We were soon feeling each other's want-a-be breasts.  Then I
lifted the skirt of her dress.  I slipped my hand under the
waistband of her panties.  I found her button and toyed with it
with my fingers.  She spread her legs wide and lay back as she
enjoyed the feeling.

	Judy asked me how long I had be doing this.  I admitted
that I had been doing it for years. She kissed me warmly and
told me she had been doing the same for years too.  She reached
for my panties and did the same thing to me.  We found that it
felt much better if someone else did it to us.

	Soon we were taking off each other's panties and looking
at each other's cunts.  I have dark hair and Judy is a natural
blonde.  At 12 we both had started menstruating and had pubic
hair growing between our legs.  I was the first to put my nose
against her cunt and smell her.  My breath turned her on very
much.  She put her hands on the back of my head and pulled my
face into the wetness of her body.  It tasted salty at first .. and
like urine.  But I licked her until the taste changed.  It had a
taste like when I cut myself and I sucked the blood.  I found
that as I sucked her my panties got wetter without me even
touching myself.

	Judy said, "You did something to me!  I don't know what
it was but it was better than when play with myself."

	I wanted to find out so I pulled my panties down and
stepped out of them.  I lay on my back and opened my legs.
Judy got down between my legs and tasted me.  I had a true
climax very quickly.  We rested and figured out that if she lay
on her back I could get on my hands and knees over her and we
could fit our faces into each others cunts and suck each other.
Judy climaxed first.  But she kept sucking me until I climaxed
again.

	From that time on we made love to each other every
chance we got.  We did it in my bedroom or hers.  When our
breasts developed it added to the fun.

	When we are, between our freshman and sophomore
years of school we got the news that here father has taken a job
that required her family to move to Los Angeles, California.
We were devastated.

	The last night we were together alone together for the last
time . we cried all night.  We made love to each other over
and over.  After four years we have become very good at
sucking each other.  I had found a lesbian sight on the computer
and talked to older women about what they did.  So I added
something new to our last night together.  I put Judy on her
hand and knees at the edge of my double bed.  Then I pried the
cheeks of her ass open.  I looked at her pink asshole and blew
on it.  Her anus puckered up tightly.  Then I kissed her right on
the rosebud.  She dropped her head to the mattress and grabbed
the bed spread with her fingers.  I licked her and forced my
tongue into the hole.  When she came I saw juices dripping
down the inside of her thighs.  I licked it up with my tongue.

	Judy lay there until she rested.  Then she asked me to let
her suck my ass too.  So I assumed the kneeling position on the
bed and She treated me to my first tongue fuck of my life.  It
was so nice to have another way to make love to Judy.  We
didn't sleep all night.

	When she gets to Los Angeles, she plans to get her
computer hooked up as soon as possible so we can talk to each
other every night.


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