Kate's Story by Riki Jacobsen
When I finished the story about Marcia. Kate's eyes were red and full of tears that were spilling down over her cheeks. I was crying too. She gestured for me to come to her and lay my head in her lap. I curled up against her, and Kate petted my hair, rubbed my back, and tenderly kissed my cheeks. Her tears mingled with my own. She softly said, "Its okay Riki, please believe me its okay. Neither one of us thought we would ever see the other again. I thought I had lost you forever. You thought the same."
"I didn't want Marcia, I wanted you."
"I know sweetheart. I know."
"Where did you go? "
Kate was quiet for awhile. She was fingering my hair, my face, my back. She finally took a deep breath and said, "When I left St. Phillip's, I told you I was going back to my mother house in the east to go to school."
"New York?"
"New Jersey, actually. That place had been my home for many years. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was just twelve."
"The sixth grade?"
"Yes." Kate brushed my hair off my cheek and softly kissed me there. "The sixth grade. I instantly became an orphan. My grandparents were all dead and both my parents were only children, so I was alone."
Kate's voice drifted away somehow as she told me of a very lonely youth. "I already lived at the catholic boarding school next to the mother house, so really not much changed in my daily life, except I stopped getting letters and phone calls from home. When vacations came all the other girls went home, but I stayed at the convent and followed the same schedule as the other nuns. As I finished my high school education I knew I would become a nun. I never even thought about anything else. It was truly the only life that I knew."
"Because I never took a vacation from school, I finished a year early, at seventeen and went immediately into formation training. I took religious classes and education classes for one year and three months, and the following August, I was sent to St. Phillip's to teach the sixth grade. I was eighteen years old and there I was in charge of a room full of sixth grade students."
I turned over on Kate's lap, so that I was on my back and could look into her eyes. She let her arm rest across my chest and her hand on my breast,
"I noticed you the first day. You bounded into the room and immediately commanded the attention of everyone, boys and girls. Everyone greeted you. "Hi Riki. How's it going Riki?' I remember now that Marcia gave you a hug. I remember the first day I saw you as if it was happening right now. I didn't know I was attracted to females instead of men. How would I know? I'd never been around a man other than the priests who said Mass and heard my confessions. But, when I saw you, a feeling in the pit of my stomach started gnawing at me that I had never experienced before. It left me dizzy, but I liked the feeling. And then you practically skipped up to my desk and introduced yourself. Hello,' you said, I'm Riki Jacobsen. I'm glad you are our new teacher.' You stuck out your hand to shake mine and my hand was damp. You told me not to be nervous, that we would have a great year. Do you remember that day?"
I shook my head, "No not really, I wish I did."
"I remember that day and almost every other day right up until that afternoon in early October when we first were together. I let the growing love and passion I felt for you overrule my good sense. I would see you playing with yourself in class. I wanted to replace your fingers with mine. I wanted to taste your sweet flesh. Riki, I planned that assembly program. I ordered that movie because it would keep everyone in the school busy all afternoon. I wanted to find some way to spend an afternoon alone with you; to see if you felt any of the same feelings as I did. I was so scared, but I was more in love than afraid. When you told me I could touch your breasts, I was swept away in a flood of passion. I have only bits and pieces of memories of the rest of that afternoon. I guess my brain was on hold and my libido was in overdrive."
"Kate, that was the most wonderful afternoon of my life. No matter how many times we have made love, that afternoon is still the most incredible. Everything was new. I didn't understand how intense sex could be. You woke my body up to a whole new experience."
Kate kissed me gently, and said, "For me too. I had never made love with anyone before. I was just eighteen and you were my first lover. There hasn't been anyone since I left you."
This time I was crying. "Kate, I am so sorry that I ever got involved with Marcia. Please, please forgive me!"
"Riki, you don't need to be forgiven, you didn't do anything wrong. You were just trying to get on with your life."
"Please, I am so sorry!" Kate pulled me close. Her wet cheek was pressed against mine, "I forgive sweet Riki, I forgive you."
Kate kissed me and a rush of passion flooded my body. I clung to her desperately and kissed as deep and as hard as I could. Our arms clutched onto each other as we tried to make our two bodies one. Kate's hand slid up under my t-shirt and grabbed my heaving breast. She rubbed, and massaged the entire breast while I moaned in anticipation. When she finally took hold of my nipple, I cried in pleasure. She pinched my nipple just hard enough to create exquisite pain and then pulled and twisted it. The sensation coursed through my tit and rushed throughout my body. My pussy was starting to tingle and my juices were seeping through my shorts.
"Stand up, Riki. I want you naked." We both quickly stripped and she pulled me close again. We stood together naked, letting our bare bodies rub against each other for a very long time. "Come over here."
She led me to a large rug in front of a fireplace, There was no fire, but the rug was so very inviting. Without letting go of each other, we slowly lowered ourselves to our knees, and continued to hold and kiss each other. Kate lowered me to the floor and lay on top of me. The kissing, the touching, the closeness was so very wonderful. My body was on fire. "Please, Kate, please, I need your tongue inside of me. Please, take me now."
Kate started a long, slow slide down my body, tormenting me by taking time to kiss each breast, to taste each sweaty patch of skin, to suck my navel. She stopped at my belly, and licked and bit the smooth skin there, blowing softly across my hot skin. Finally, she began an even slower descent to my overheated cunt. She nipped at my skin under my bush of hair. She blew into it and let her tongue flicker lightly there. Finally, her tongue just grazed the crack to my pussy. She was taking an excruciating amount of time. It only made me want her even more.
She began to lick my engorged lips with her full tongue making contact. I could tell she was gradually increasing the pressure and without warning she plunged quickly into my fully aroused cunt. Now her tongue was a hard rod and she began to deliberately fuck me. I was near ecstasy, and all I could say was, "Oh god, Kate! Oh my god, Kate. Please, oh please. Oh fuck that is so...damn...incredible!"
Her tongue found my clit and pressed hard on it. She slid two fingers into me to continue fucking me, while her tongue provided the necessary contact to send me over the edge. She used just the tip of her tongue to slide rapidly up and down the length of my clit, pressing hard as she did so. Heat was building quickly at my very core and radiating down my legs all the way to my toes. I felt my lower body stiffen and my toes curl. I sucked in my breath and held it while the pressure built. In one gigantic release, I exhaled and called out to Kate in ecstasy. I closed my eyes and held my breath again as spasms of pleasure caused my body to shudder uncontrollably.
Kate put her arms around me and pressed her cheek against my still throbbing cunt. We were both trying to regain our breath. "Please Kate, please, hold me." She quickly moved up next to me and wrapped me in her arms and legs. Sobs of shear joy wracked my body. Kate held on tightly and rode out the storm of passion that had swept us both away.