Chicago Transit
By Anna T <anna_t_lz@excite.com>
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This is a tale of two first times. One is the tender story
of two young girls and the other is something much
different.
Copyright 2001, by Anna T. You may archive my story where
people want to read about lesbian romance and mystery as
long as there is no charge to the readers.
I want to thank Katie McN for editing this story. She is my
teacher and my friend.
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It was noon, Friday, April 13, 2001. A time when fantasy
mixed with reality, and confused my pleasure with my pain.
The train moved swiftly toward the caverns of the inner
city. The tortured sounds of steel rail against steel
wheels screeched loudly as the train met the curve.
Alicia sat staring out the window. It was Good Friday today
with Easter just around the corner. Easter. The day she
lost her mother to cancer so many years ago on Easter. She
focused on this and didn't notice the woman who sat down
next to her.
So long ago. She was just a little girl. She could barely
remember her mother or much about that day. What she did
recall was warm and loving. And now her stomach turned. Her
gut was tightening and her thoughts brought her to a time
so far away. She was 8 and hunting Easter eggs with her
cousins. There was laughter and pushing. It was a happy
moment. Then why was she crying?
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Sparks flashed in the tunnel like a band of insane fire
flies from hell. Reality was changed to strobe light images
that slowed the passage of time to a vague snap shot of
life. A portrait of a young teen girl lost in some surreal
film by Phillip Barker.
The train roared along the track.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
She was a stranger in her own home. She lived with her
sister and her brother. She was a stranger in her own land.
She lived in Chicago. She had run away without moving.
The train lurched from some unseen obstacle and Alicia
bumped into the woman sitting next to her. She looked up
and apologized to this
beautiful woman. This woman with pretty brown hair and a
gentle smile. The woman said nothing. She was reading a
"An Interview With A Vampire" by Anne Rice. The woman
barely looked at the young beauty sitting next to her, but
she smiled just the same.
It was so long ago, but it seemed like yesterday. The woman
reminded Alicia of a babysitter. She remember her childhood
crush on that girl. The things she lost in her mom where
replaced by Tammy who was so beautiful. So warm.
She tickled her and Alicia tickled her back. Tammy gave her
special attention. She remembered the time Tammy gave her a
bath. She was old enough at ten to bath herself but Tammy
insisted and Tammy seemed so grown up at 14.
It was Tammy undressing and getting in the tub with her
that led to her crush. She was so much a woman to her. Her
perky breasts and swollen nipples stood out and moved as
she stepped into the water. When her legs crossed over and
into the tub Alicia saw the dark triangle. She didn't know
it existed for girls. It was amazing.
Warm baths. Yes, there were more then one. Many more.
Tammy turned Alicia around so she could wash her back. Her
hands were gentle. Alicia felt the soft hands caress her
with the warm water. She had Alicia lean her head back into
the teens breasts so she could wash her hair. Looking back
on it now Alicia realized it was a strange way to wash her
hair, but not an unpleasant way. Not at all.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
The train swayed and she slid again this time hitting the
train wall. She realized she was still staring at the
woman. A woman who appeared to be at least thirty or maybe
older. She felt the woman glance at her and smiled again.
"Oh shit", she thought. She looked out the window again.
"Think Alicia, think of something else", she mumbled to
herself.
Oh yes Sunday. Easter. She used to be the best at finding
the eggs. She saw images of eggs behind trees and bushes
in her grandmothers backyard float through her mind. Her
little girl self picked them up and she ran as fast as she
could. Next bush. Behind the garage on the sill. Under the
apple tree and in all the branches.
The peach tree was her favorite. Those eggs were hard to
find and she was the best at finding them. She ran to mom
who laughed when she saw
the once clean and pretty dress dirty from the hunt. They
laughed together.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
The trained slowed and other passengers got on. Damn it has
only been one station. Again she stared outward. The
shadows on the window
changed as the train began the next leg of its journey.
Reflections of trees and bushes and buildings flashed
before her eyes.
Her heart sank again as her mom's face was no longer
smiling. Now it looked upward towards the ceiling in the
hospital bed. She remembered
Over hearing her two aunts chatting about how they had
spent the last 48 hours of her moms life in the ICU talking
to her through the night into the next day.
Her heart sank further.
Why did it have to be Easter again.
DAMN IT!
That's when she felt it. It was there for awhile but her
mind didn't register it until now. It was the woman's hand.
It was resting on her knee. How long had it been there? She
froze in her seat.
Her thoughts went back to Tammy's hands touching her skin.
A picture of Tammy's breasts and then her head in her
breasts as Tammy rubbed the shampoo in her hair. She
remembered freezing and being somewhat scared as she felt
Tammy's boobs against her head. Her tits seemed large to
her at the time, but they were only small pear shape perky
breasts forming tiny pillows for her head.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
The woman sat on the aisle and had her trapped in her seat.
Alicia wore a short skirt today of all days. The woman's
hand drifted upward. The young girl felt her heart start to
pound.
Her mind raced. Oh my god this isn't happening, not today.
She was frozen in place and saw her moms face again.
Then it was Tammy.
Then her mom.
Her aunts talking about her.
She was so sneaky listening to their words. Aunt Sue talked
about mom as she lay there with tubes coming out her mouth
and her body packed with coolant padding to bring her 108
temperature down.
Aunt Barb said, "Yeah it was so awful. I almost had to
cry."
They talked about the things they had done with mom, and
all the while mom's eyes were glassed over. My stomach
ached. I heard Uncle Tom speak with a crackling voice she'd
never heard before, "Yeah me too." He was crying.
And I remember when Ann, mom's best friend, came just
before the doctors were going to try a last ditch effort to
flood her with radiation so strong they didn't expect her
to live. It was her only chance. Ann and Tom held her
hands and spoke to her. Ann said it was her and Tom there.
My uncle started balling, "She squeezed our hands my god
she knew we were there".
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Tears drifted down her right cheek. The hand was high on
her thigh. She felt it there. Her breathing was stronger.
Was it the grief
or the strangeness of the attack on her leg. Somehow the
images of pain were replaced with the excitement of the
situation.
She opened her legs slightly and let it happen. She looked
at the woman who was still engrossed in her book. She was
smiling. She became Tammy again.
Tammy had her head back and rubbing more shampoo in her
hair. She already tucked my younger sister and brother in
and it was just us two now as the others were always asleep
during our adventures. She would talk to me and tell me how
lovely my hair was.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Screech and clatter.
Was she still in the tub? Tammy's hand was stroking her
inner thigh. Wait a minute she never did that before. Her
mind returned to the train and the image of the woman's
face as she put her hand under the young girl's skirt.
Alicia closed her eyes to clear away the tears. She felt
the warmth between her legs and her heart beat furiously as
she looked upward into Tammy's young jutting breasts.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
The train slowed and came to a stop. Her heart pounded. Her
stomach was on fire. This was so wild. It was dark enough
no one knew what was happening as this woman's hand drifted
up against her virginal pussy. Yes at 15, she was still a
virgin.
Yeah, she liked a joint once and awhile, but not a guys
joint. She reflected on this until the hand found her
elastic band and moved it aside. Her thighs tingled to her
breasts and then back to her moist pussy lips and then to
her throbbing clit.
Oh! My god this woman is really going to do this.
She bit her lip. She grieved her loss. Now the pain became
pleasure. This was kinky and she was letting it happen. So
many kinky things before and now this. Nobody understood
her passion. Apparently this woman did. Yes, distant from
her family. Distant from her mom. The pleasure was coming
strong.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Steel meshing with steel as she ground her teeth. As she
closed her eyes an image of Tammy saying it was her turn
now.
"Rub my back. Further forward."
Alicia's hand drifted past the older girl's shoulder and
down her front to touch something new and different.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
The woman's finger tips drifted up her moist labia swollen
with lust.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Alicia's hand lingered on top of Tammy's chest. She
hesitated and seemed scarred.
"Further. Touch. More.", Tammy said.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
She opened her thighs more and the woman's whole hand was
in her underwear.
Fantasy and reality strummed together like a piece of
classical music.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Her hand moved lightly over the swells of Tammy's young
breasts. Her little hand nervously skimmed and felt flesh.
A secret she longed to know.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
A finger entered her just up to the first joint. Up and
Down. Such a lovely feeling. Her heart bounced.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Tammy's nipple jabbed her palm as she pushed the wash cloth
over it.
"No silly", Tammy spoke grabbing the cloth. "Use your
hands. its much easier to wash with them."
Alicia's tiny hand was cupping those fine globes.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Her vulva throbbed. Her labia betrayed her pain and oozed
with pleasure. She felt the hand try to move, but it was
trapped by the bunched up material of her panties.
Alecia arched her hips a bit to let the skilled fingers
play in her secret garden. The woman's thumb found her clit
and teased it unmercifully.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
The suds made it easy to side her hand over Tammy's breast.
"Here silly let me show you." Tammy spoke as she formed her
hand around the young girl's and pressed it between her
legs. "Like this."
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
She felt flush. Her heart skipped a beat or two and she
held her breath as the thumb stroked her faster and faster.
Alicia looked, and the woman was smiling and looking right
at her. Fingers slid into the young girl's cunt. She was
fucking her in a crowded train.
Alicia's mouth opened and left a gap. The woman smiled
wickedly and let her tongue tip out slide along her own
lips in a mock suggestion of romance.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
Alicia's hand moved from Tammy's breast to the railing so
she could lift her butt over the fingers of her older
friend. She tensed, then humped and the fingers plunged
into her secret place.
Clickity clack. Clickity clack.
The train bounced and she shifted position again. Someone
in the next seat spoke of rain and a wet Easter. Alicia
poured. Her cunt was swollen and throbbing and her river
was overflowing. She clutched the woman's hand with her
pussy and thighs and rode it forever.
Yes, the woman found a special Easter egg laying in
Alicia's bush.
The woman took her hand out as Alicia's gasping for breath.
The woman brought her hand to nose and sniffed and smiled.
They rode the train in silence for a moment. They looked
into each others eyes.
"My name is Lexi, I hope you enjoyed your ride. Your very
pretty. I like the way you play."
They talked and Lexi invited her to come to her place and
the adventure would begin further if she wanted.
Lexi got up and left the girl smiling forgetting her pain
and sorrow. But it was only for a short moment. As the
train moved once again, her thoughts drifted back to the
past. Pain stabbed at her heart. She began to cry. Will it
ever leave her? Did this really happen?
The End
Anna T <anna_t_lz@excite.com>
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