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From: rvrendjim@aol.com (RvrendJim)
Subject: The Diary Of Alyssa Browning Ch1 (F/f)

This stories contain graphic depictions of sexual intercourse
between two women. If you are under eighteen or easily offended,
seek out thy entertainment elsewhere.
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"The Diary Of Alyssa Browning"  by The Reverend


Chapter One

Bear with me, because I've never kept one of these before. Strange,
really, since most people think that all girls keep a diary. But then
I've never been like other girls. Even as little kid I knew I was
different... not special, just different. Okay, I knew I was special,
too. Everyone told me that and I believed them. Of course, the
same people who were telling me this bucket of lies were also
telling me about Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny and God
Almighty.  

I could read by the time I was three, not big words, but alot of
words, enough that they let me skip from the fourth to the sixth
grade. In retrospect, I think that had a lot to do with the way I
turned out. All my life I've felt out of place, like I didn't quite
belong. I suppose everyone feels likes that, but I seem to have
cornered the market on isolation and loneliness. 

I was never what I would call a Tom Boy growing up. I just didn't
do girlie things... like keep diaries, or play with dolls, or write
poems using little hearts to dot my I's.  I liked reading, learning
about science and math... brainy things. Still do. My analytical mind
is well suited for stuff like that. I can gobble up two books in one
evening, no problem. Need to know the area of a decahedron? I'm
your girl. 

Emotion... passion... that's where I'm stumped. 

Saturday nights when my friends are getting felt up in the back seat
of a car I'm at home with a good book... or two or three.  I've never
had a boyfriend. Most of my friends have gone through several, and
slept with more that weren't their boyfriends... or even their friends,
for that matter. Sometimes I envy them. I've known how to
pleasure myself for several years now... well, four years, to be
exact. I was thirteen when I first discovered that a finger up my
cunt could make my head spin. I make my head spin alot. 

So why after seventeen years have I decided to start keeping a
diary? Well, I guess until now nothing ever happened to me that I
considered important enough to write down. It began with a
decision I'd made a few weeks ago, one that I suppose was
inevitable when you think about it. I wanted to find my mother. 

I was raised mostly by my Dad. Since I'm an only child, it was alot
easier on him and me than it could have been. It took him a long
time to get over the fact that my mother had left him. I can
remember seeing him looking at her picture and crying way back
when I was five. I've since learned that she left right after I was
born. Five years and he still wasn't over her. It angers me that
someone, man or woman, could make my Dad fall to pieces like
that. Things got better over time. Eventually, he started dating. I
liked to joke that he had more dates than I did! He never thought
that was funny and I'd have to reassure him that I didn't mind that
he dated when I didn't. 
 
Dad got re-married two years ago. I was so happy for him. Diane,
my step-mother, is a remarkable woman. She teaches physics at the
same community college where Dad teaches history. I like her.
She's never tried to be my mom, just my friend. I was sure she
knew what I had planned once graduation was behind me. She can
read my mind sometimes. I guess it's because we're so much alike.
She's smart, funny, and very beautiful. Okay, we have two things in
common. 

My plan was to tell Diane first. Once I had her on my side it would
be easier to break it to my father. Not that I expected any resistance
from him. I just wanted to play it safe.

Both my Dad and Diane have signed on to teach summer courses at
the college. We don't need the money; they both just like what they
do too much to quit for the summer. It's fine with me. I get the run
of the house. 

On Thursdays, Diane's last class ends at 11:30, so I knew we'd have
at least four hours alone to plan our strategy on the best way to
break the news to Dad that I wanted to find my mother. With the
two of us working together, I know Dad won't stand a chance. 

I heard her car pull into the driveway and looked at the clock. It
was almost noon. I felt hollow inside. This wasn't going to be easy.
I heard the front door open. 

"Alyssa?" she called. "Are you home?"

"Up here, " I answered. I should have been waiting downstairs for
her to get home instead of making her trudge all the way up to my
bedroom. After a minute or so I heard a gentle rap on my door and
then she walked in. 

"Whatcha up to?" Diane asked. 

I smiled. Diane was looking exceptionally beautiful day. She was
wearing one of Dad's sport coats over a blouse and a pair of slacks.
Her strawberry blond hair was just barely touching her shoulders. I
always thought she was an attractive woman, but for some reason I
took more notice of her today. 

"Thinking, " I said. I needed to say something or I would have kept
right on staring at her. 

"About what?" Diane asked. She sat down on the bed. I liked
feeling her close to me. It was reassuring, but also provocative. I
wondered if she could sense the change in the way I looked at her. 

"Diane, " I said, feeling nervous. "I need to tell you something...
about my mother."

Diane smiled fondly. "You want to look for her, don't you?"

I gasped. "How'd you know?"

"I've suspected for awhile, " Diane answered. "Just the way you've
been acting lately... like you've been harboring a secret desire."

"You're not mad?" I asked. 

"Honey, of course not, " Diane said. "It's good that you want to
find your mother. I'll do everything I can to help... if you want my
help, that is. I just want you to consider one thing... your mother
might not want to be found. I mean, there's obviously a reason you
don't hear from her. "

"I've thought about that alot, " I admitted. "But I need to find her.
There's so much I want to ask her. Not that I can't ask you, it's
just..." I knew I didn't have to finish.

Diane nodded. "I understand. Some things a girl can only discuss
with her mother. I'm the same way. Now... I suppose you want my
help telling your father."

I laughed. "Am I that transparent?"

Diane smiled. "Not really... I just know you. Like when I came into
your room, for example. You were checking me out."

"Diane!" I exclaimed. I was more embarrassed than shocked.

"It's okay, " Diane said. "You're father and I have discussed this. I
told him that just because you don't go out with alot of boys doesn't
mean you're a lesbian."

"Diane!" I cried. This time I was shocked. She and my father were
discussing my sex life... or lack of one, and just because I have
trouble with boys my father concludes that I'm gay! 
 
"Alyssa, honey... you know we'll love you no matter what."

"I'm not a lesbian, " I insisted. Even though I said it with conviction
I had doubts, not because I hadn't dated many boys but from the
fact that as I lay there looking up at Diane I was thinking how nice
it would be to have her finger in my pussy for a change. 

"I believe you, " Diane said. "But you were looking at my body,
weren't you? Don't be ashamed. I don't mind, really. I've fucked
women before."

This time I was too shocked to even answer. I couldn't believe we
were having this conversation! For that matter, I couldn't believe
my step-mother had been with other women. Had that been before
she married Dad? Or did she still see women? Other teachers? Her
students? 

"You have?" I stammered. 

Diane nodded. 

"I'm still a... virgin, " I whispered. 

"I know, " Diane said. "Not including the times you've fingered
yourself to orgasm."

I felt my mouth open but no sound came out.

"You think I don't know what that noise is coming from your room
at night?" Diane asked. "I wish you would have come to me,
sweetie. Your finger can work wonders, but if you really want to
get yourself off I have something in my dresser that you might
enjoy."

I gasped. I knew what she was talking about. I'd seen it once and
pretended I hadn't afterwards. Diane always let me borrow her
clothes, and one day I went into her and my father's room to get a
blouse to wear to school. That's when I found... it.  It was huge! At
least nine inches long. It didn't look very realistic, but then I've
never seen a penis except in magazines, so I had nothing to
compare it with. I thought about using it once, but I was afraid to
stick it inside me. 

"I use it all the time, " Diane said. "Sometimes when I hear you in
here diddling with yourself I use it. We've come together more than
a few times."

I nearly fell off the bed. Diane always said what was on her mind,
and she was never shy. She would walked around nude. She'd grab
my Dad's ass in front of me. One time she suggested we share a
joint so I could savor the experience in a safe, controlled
environment. After offering pot to a fifteen year old girl, I didn't
think Diane could do or say anything that would shock me. I was
wrong. 

"I can't believe this, " I whispered. 

Diane smiled. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No, " I blurted out. "You're making me horny!"

Diane giggled. "I can go get my- "

"No!" I howled. 

"Are you sure, honey?" Diane asked. "I can show you how to- "

"Diane!" I cried. I looked into her eyes. She really was beautiful.
Not just beautiful... sexy. I envied my father. "What was it like...
with another woman?"

"Why don't I show you, " Diane suggested. 

The next thing I knew her lips were touching mine. I can't describe
how incredibly wonderful it felt to have her kiss me. I felt it in my
toes! Her lips were incredibly soft. I can still taste her lipstick. The
kiss deepened... I don't know how exactly, it was like a contest to
see how far we could open our mouths. Then I felt her tongue
inside my mouth. Amazing! She was licking my teeth! Never in a
million years would I have considered that arousing. Yet a fire
burned between my legs from the sensation. 

Eventually her tongue found mine. I didn't know what I was doing
but Diane didn't seem to notice. I could feel her hand on my leg.
God, it felt so good! 

Diane pulled away slowly, taking my lip with her then releasing it
along with a stream of spittle. I'd seen that done in movies. I always
thought it was gross. When she did it, it was incredibly sensuous.

"What did you think?" Diane asked. 

"I liked it, " I admitted. I knew she just wanted to hear me say it.
My labored breathing was evidence enough of my arousal.

"We can stop now, " Diane said. "If you want to take some time- "

"I've waited long enough, " I said. 

She kissed me gingerly on the lips then leaned over to whisper in
my ear. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Don't be too gentle, " I said. I don't know who was more surprised
by my comments, me or her. I think she was. 

Diane smiled hungrily. I don't think I'll ever forget that smile as long
as I live. She wanted me. She wanted to make love to me. She
wanted to fuck me. I felt so desirable right then. I liked that feeling. 

She started to get undressed. Watching her filled me with a warmth
I'd never felt. I could feel the wetness seeping between my legs. I
wanted to touch myself. I shifted my legs, hoping the crotch of my
panties would massage my clit and ease the aching in my cunt. 

"Got an itch to scratch, eh?" Diane smiled. 

I blushed. 

"Go ahead, " Diane said. "Finger your pussy while I get undressed."

I quickly shoved my hand down the front of my pants and rubbed
myself through my panties. The feel of the cotton fabric against my
sex was exhilarating, though not nearly as exhilarating as watching
my step-mother slowly reveal more and more of her body. I'd seen
her naked plenty of times and admired her shapely figure, wishing I
had a body like hers. Ironically, I was going to get a body like
hers... only in a way I'd never even dreamed of before!

I was so lost in rubbing my clit that Diane was naked before I
realized it. I felt a rush of anxiety welling in my chest. God, she was
beautiful! Her breasts are larger than mine, perfectly shaped
globes... well, maybe they aren't perfect. My teenage lust had tinted
the world a delicate shade of rose and I saw things as I wanted. No,
actually, I remember noticing how perfect her breasts were long
before I wanted to take one into my mouth. They were definitely
larger than mine, though. Even in my state of arousal the analytical
part of my brain was capable of comparative size delineation. God,
how I wanted to feel them!

Diane undressed me. It was unbearable. I kept rubbing myself while
she first tugged off my socks, then peeled off my jeans. I had to
help with my blouse and bra, but I let her do most of the work. We
saved my panties for last. By now I had rubbed myself dripping wet
and my cotton undies were soaked. Diane slowly peeled them off to
reveal my virgin cunt, wet and ready for the taking. 

I opened my arms to welcome her on top of me. She quickly
straddled me on all fours, her knees on either side of the tiny curves
that pass themselves off as my hips. Soon she was kissing me again.
I reached up and fondled her breasts while she continued to kiss
me. God, they felt better than they looked! I was in heaven. I never
wanted the moment to end.

She started kissing down the length of my body. Every touch of her
lips against my skin sent a jolt of electricity from my brain to my
crotch. I thought I'd discovered every erogenous zone on my body,
but with Diane any place she kissed me sent my mind into a tailspin. 

"I'm going to eat you, " Diane announced abruptly. 

I felt her mouth against my cunt and then her tongue was probing
my insides. My head was spinning. I was hers. At that moment I
belonged to her. She owned me, body and soul. 

"Oh Diane... " I gasped. I liked hearing her name drool from my
lips. I was in ecstasy. Nothing I had managed by my own hand
could compare to the furious tongue fucking I was receiving. My
juices were flowing like a river. I squirmed on the bed. I couldn't sit
still! It was like she was licking me right out of my skin! I don't
know how long she kept at it. I was lost. I was gone. I was on
another fucking planet. After what seemed like forever I felt a
finger slip inside me. Then another finger. Then another. She never
stopped licking. Dear God! I can't imagine a cock inside me ever
feeling that good. 

Diane jammed her fingers up my pussy while her tongue was having
its way with my clit. I felt a knot tighten in the pit of my stomach. I
was going to come. I've fingered myself to orgasm before, so I
knew the early warning signs. I thought I'd gotten myself off pretty
good. I was so wrong.  Nothing I had managed to achieve on my
own could compare to what was happening to me. I was on fire.
Flames tickled my soul. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. 

"Oh, God.... Diane!" I shouted. My body went into convulsions. It
was frightening in a way. I had no control. My pelvis went thrusting
forward without my permission. My head filled with light, blinding
me and warming me at the same time. I was trembling. My entire
body was shaking. I could still feel Diane inside me. I looked down.
I could see the top of her head bobbing up and down between my
legs. Then she looked up. Her face was covered in my juice. She
smiled, licked her lips, then went back to devouring my pussy. 

My head fell back against the pillow. I was spent, but Diane insisted
on wrenching two more orgasms out of me. I don't know how she
did it. I was sure I had nothing more to give. I lost all sense of
reality. I do remember calling her name over and over. She finally
decided I'd had enough and crawled up to lay down next to me. 

"I've wanted to do that for two years, " Diane said. 

"Really?" I asked. "Why didn't you?"

"You weren't ready, " she said. 

I smiled. "I am now."

"Don't I know it!" Diane laughed. 

I kissed her. I had to. Her face so close to mine left me little choice.
I could taste myself on her lips. The combination of my own musk
and the taste of her lipstick made me lightheaded. I started to kiss
her neck. She stopped me after only a couple of kisses. 

"You don't have to, honey, " Diane said. 

"I want to, " I said. 

"Are you sure?" 

I nodded. "More sure than I've ever been about anything."

Diane leaned back. I straddled her body and continued to kiss her.
She moaned softly. I felt so good inside. I was making her happy! I
arched my back, driving my pussy against hers. She yelped in
surprise. 

"Where did you learn that?" she asked. 

I smiled. "Cable television."

She laughed. She sounded more aroused than amused so I kept at
it, thrusting against her like I was a man. She reached around and
grabbed my ass, pulling me closer with every thrust. I could hear
her grunting and gasping, then realized I was grunting and gasping
too. I felt her enlarged clit bumping mine. It was exquisite. 

"Please... " Diane begged. 

She didn't have to say anymore. I crawled to the foot of the bed and
dropped to the floor. Grabbing her behind the knees, I pulled her
cunt onto my face. 

"Oh... yeah... " she gasped. 

I had no idea what I was doing. I just licked and licked as if her
cunt were a giant lollipop. Having played with the folds of my
pussy I knew what made me feel good. I assumed all women
worked basically the same. 

I attacked her womanhood with a vengeance. I was sloppy. My
efforts made wet, slurping noises. Diane had gotten me off without
making a peep, but I ate her pussy like a pig at a trough, grunting
and snorting as I explored her with my tongue. 

"Easy baby, " Diane cooed. "It feels wonderful but you can go
slow. We have plenty of time." She reached down and fingered
herself. I watched in utter fascination as her pussy lips latched onto
her finger. 

"Right here, " she said. "Oooh... yeah. Right here." 

I found the spot and worked it with my tongue. 

"Mmm, " Diane moaned. "Now you've got it. Yeah... "

I found my groove. I licked up and down the length of her sex,
easing my tongue between the swollen red lips. Sometimes after I
masturbate I lick my fingers clean. I like the way I taste. Diane
tasted even better. Her scent overwhelmed me. I felt light headed. I
was determined to bring her to orgasm. I drove my tongue against
her clit then sucked on it. Diane gasped. I could feel her muscles
clenching and I knew she was almost there. 

I quickened my pace, only this time Diane did nothing to reign in
my youthful exuberance. I licked her pussy for all I was worth plus
a little bit on a credit. My face was so far into her crotch I almost
couldn't breathe. 

"Oh God!" I heard her scream. "Yes... oh, Ally... yes!!"

I love it when she calls my Ally. I loved it more knowing why she
was calling my name. I didn't think it was possible for me to lick
any faster, but I did. Her body was trembling now. I had to grab
hold of her legs to keep her pussy in front of me. She cried out
suddenly. Her body pitched a fit, and then I was aware of the
wetness splashing across my face. I'd made her come! I'd actually
licked her to an orgasm! I quickly set about cleaning up the mess I
made. Diane squirmed with delight. Her pussy was even more
sensitive after her orgasm, and every jab of my tongue had ten times
the effect it had before. 

We played with each other for a long time afterwards. I suckled her
breasts, nuzzling them and rubbing my face between the cleavage.
Then I went to work on her nipples. I was very awkward at first,
but Diane was patient with me. She took my breast into her mouth
as a demonstration. I pretended not to understand so she would
repeat her lesson over and over. We laughed. We held onto each
other. We fondled each other. I teased her bottom with the tip of
my finger and she purred like a kitten. 

"I want you to know, " Diane said. "I've never been unfaithful to
your father before now. I love him dearly."

I hugged her. "I love you, Diane. As a friend, I mean. Maybe as
more than a friend... I don't know. I feel so good right now. I just...
I just know I love you."

She smiled. "I love you too, honey. You know what? I have
something for you."

I watched her get out of my bed, entranced by the wiggle of her ass
as she left my room. I counted each heartbeat that she was gone. I
couldn't believe I'd just made love for the first time... and with
another woman... and my step mother at that! I knew it couldn't
last. I knew it shouldn't last. I also knew I desperately wanted her
again. 

Diane returned with a beautifully wrapped package in her hand. She
climbed into bed and I sighed as I felt her flesh touching mine once
again. 

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Open it, silly, " Diane laughed. "It was supposed to be a
graduation present, but your father didn't think you'd want it."

I opened it. It was a diary. "Diane... I love it. Thank you."

She smiled. "Got any ideas for your first entry?"

"One or two, " I laughed.  She kissed me. Before long we were
kissing deeply, passionately. Time flew by. We both knew Dad
would be home soon so we called it a day. 

Diane promised this wouldn't be the last time we made love. She
said she had so much more to teach me. Naturally, my analytical
mind is more than willing to learn. God, I can't wait till next
Thursday.

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