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Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are both
appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction.   One  thing I do
ask is that you now include your first name and age
in  your comments.  It gives me a better idea who
my audience is.  Thanks and
enjoy the story.

                  Sarah And Sister Theresa
		 By Ann Douglas

	".........And thank you so very much for
coming."  Sarah said as she shook hands with Mrs.
Anderson.
	As she closed the classroom door behind the
woman, Sarah let out a sign of relief.  She thought
Mrs. Anderson would never finish.  Saint Francis's
Open House had ended almost a half hour ago, but
Mrs. Anderson had to stay behind and go on and on
about her precious little "kitten" and how Sarah
should be spending more time showcasing her
talents.  It could've been worse, she thought, Jim
Anderson could've come along too. You couldn't get
within five feet of that man without him trying to sell
you a new insurance policy.
	Quickly cleaning up after the departed
parents, Sarah grabbed her coat and began to head
down the corridor.  It had started raining about a
half hour ago and most of the other teachers had
already left.  If she hurried, she could still get home
by 10:00.
	"Sarah?"  Called a soft voice from across the
hall.
	Sarah turned around to find Sister Mary
Theresa coming out of one of the adjacent
classrooms.  
	"I thought you left already?"  The Sister
asked.
	"I would have,"  Sarah replied.  "But Mrs.
Anderson managed to corner me before I could go
and......."
	"Say no more..."  Sister Theresa said as she
held up her hand to interrupt her fellow teacher.  "I
had her older girl Betty in my class a few years ago."
	"Was she as bad back then?"
	"Worse,"  Sister Theresa replied.  "I think
maybe she's mellowing with age."  She added with a
smile.
	Both the smile and the laugh of the young
Philippine Nun was contagious, Sarah couldn't help
but  return it.  When Sister Theresa suggested she
have a cup of tea before she went, Sarah forgot all
about her rush and agreed.
	Sister Theresa had been Sarah's friend since
he first day as a teacher, eight months ago.  Six
years before, she had been Sarah's Math Teacher
during the Nun's own first year at Saint Francis. 
Part of the reason she had landed the plumb
assignment at this prestigious school was  that she
had been an honor graduate.  The fact that she had
graduated with honors was partly due to the help
Sister Theresa had given her that difficult senior
year.
	As they sipped tea in the now empty
Teacher's Lounge, Sarah thoughts drifted back to
that  troubled final year.  A late bloomer, Sarah had
quickly earned the nickname "Plain Jane" McKenna
from her classmates.  Try as she could, she just
couldn't fit in.  Even as a senior, dates had been few
and far in between.  Not  that Sarah really minded. 
She had  never really been all that interested in guys
anyway. They got in the way of her single minded
determination to succeed.
	Still, every girl wants to fit in. And it was
because of such that Sarah took part in what she
would always remember as the great shower peek
show. 
	Sister Theresa was brand new at Saint
Francis then, and having come from the Philippines,
was considered something of a mystery.  The girls
guessed  she  had to have been in her mid twenties ,
but looked about seventeen.  Her Order still wore
the old style habits, so her body was covered from
head to toe.  The obvious question was, what does a
Nun look like under all that heavy clothing.
	It had been Jenny Marinelli who had first
come up with the idea. She'd discovered that  Sister
Theresa was in the habit of using the shower in the
girls locker room  after the last gym class every day.
If they really wanted to sneak a peek, that was their
chance.
	So one Friday afternoon, they had snuck
back into the locker room and done just that.  To
their amazement, Sister Theresa looked like any
other woman naked.  True, she was a little on the
plump side, but after all, who said a Nun had to be
skinny.	The crudest comment came from Jenny
herself.
	"Did you see the tits on her?"  She asked the
other girls after they had moved to the safety of the
school yard.  "They had to at least been a 38D. 
What a waste on a Nun."
	The other girls had all agreed.
	To Sarah, however, the experience had
changed her life.  Several time after that she had
found herself back in the locker room at the end of
the day, sneaking another look at her teacher.  Her
naked brown body stirred a strange longing within
her and she began having forbidden dreams about
the Nun.
	As  senior year neared it's end, Sarah
abruptly stopped her late afternoon visits.  In her
mind she was now accepted three certainties.  First,
that she wanted to be a teacher - nothing was as
important as achieving that goal.  The second was
something she was sure that she would keep to
herself  forever.  She was a lesbian, and she was in
love with Sister Theresa.
	"You seem a little distracted?"  Sister
Theresa said as Sarah stared into empty space.
	"Oh, sorry..."  She replied.  "It's just been a
long day."
	"How inconsiderate of me."  Theresa said. 
"If it wasn't for me you'd be home by now.  Sister
Catherine always said once I get to talking I loose all
concept of time."
	"It's all right, really."  Sarah said with a
broad smile.  "I really do enjoy your company.  As
long as you brought her up, how is Sister
Catherine?"
	"She's doing fine," Theresa said as she
cleared the table.  "She's all settled in at her new
school and things are working out fine with her
father."
	Sister Mary Catherine had been Theresa's
mentor since she had first come to Saint Francis.  In
fact,  due to a shortage of rooms in the tiny convent,
they had been roommates for the last six years.  She
had recently been transferred to San Francisco at her
own request to be closer to her ill father.
	"I guess you must miss her."  Sarah said as
she cleared the trash.
	Sister Theresa hesitated for a moment and
seemed to be thinking or something. 
	"Yes I do."  She finally answered.
	
	Sister Theresa was uncharacteristically quiet
as  umbrella's in hand they set off for the parking lot. 
The stocky Nun seemed to be lost in memories, but
had still insisted on seeing Sarah safely to her car.
	  Saint Frances was twenty miles from town,
and at this time of night the parking lots would be 
deserted.
	"Oh no!"  Sarah exclaimed as she reached
her small blue escort and saw  to her dismay, the
front driver's side tire was as flat as a pancake.
"I don't even have a spare."
	"We'll have to call from the office to see if
we can get a  tow truck out here.  "Sister Theresa
said as she bent down to examine the damage. 

	Fifteen minutes later, Sister Theresa emerged
from the Mother Superior's Office to find Sarah still
dripping in the waiting room.
	"I have good news and bad news."  She said
as she walked up to her.
	"Lets have the good new first."  Sarah said
as she shook with a slight chill.
	"Well I talked to Mr. Kelly down at the
garage and he said it would be no problem getting a
truck out here."
	"What's the bad news?"
	"He said it would be no problem first thing
tomorrow."
	"Oh no, what am I going to do."
	"Don't worry,"  Theresa said with a smile. 
"I've already talked with Mother Patricia and she
said it would be no problem putting you up for the
night."
	"That's a relief."  Sarah mused.
	"One small problem with that though." 
Theresa added. "Since Father Kolowski is already
using the guest quarters, you're going to have to use
Sister Catherine's old bed in my room.  I'm afraid I
have one of the worst rooms in the convent, it's all
the way in the west wing behind the storage rooms. 
In fact at one time it was a storage room."	
	"No problem,"  Sarah said in a tired voice.
"Right now I don't care if its a barn, as long as it's
got a bed."
	"Great!"  Theresa said in an animated voice.

	After a quick stop at the laundry to pick up
clean sheets, Sarah followed Sister Theresa through
a long dark corridor past the kitchen and storage
rooms.  Only a few small emergency lights lit the
way.  Once the kitchen was closed for the evening,
the main lights were shut down.
	"You weren't kidding about your room being
way out of the way."  Sarah said as they reached a
large wooden door.  
	"Well until they finally complete the new
wing, we have to make do."  Theresa said as she
opened the door with an old metal key.  "And most
of the other Sisters were more than happy to have
Catherine and I sleeping far away from them."
	"Why is that?" Sarah asked curiously.
	"Catherine snored liked a lumberjack, and I
have a bad habit of talking in my sleep."
	"Well  growing up I shared a room with two
sisters so I'm sure I'll have no problem."  Sarah
retorted.
	
	Dropping the sheets on the single metal
frame bed, Sarah looked about the room.  The walls
were painted a soft blue, with a white lace curtain
hanging aside the far window.  A small desk
occupied a corner, and on it were four framed
photographs.  Three were of Sister Theresa's family
back in Luzon.  The other was a 5x7 of her and
Sister Catherine in front of the school.
	"Be it ever so humble...."  Theresa said as
she began to help Sarah make the bed.
	With the bed finally done, Theresa walked
over to her own bed and began to take off her habit. 
In the six years since the great peep show, the Order
had changed to a more modern look.  Sarah was
caught by surprise as the chubby Nun began to strip.
	"Well you didn't think we slept in them, did
you?"  Theresa said as she began to unhook her
habit from behind.
	"Why no, of course not."  Sarah replied.
	In fact, she had thought just that, as silly as it
sounded.  The only way she had been able to get
over her youthful infatuation with Theresa was to
banish the image of her naked brown body from her
memory.  In had become near impossible for her to
visualize the round woman without the protective
brown habit.
	As the habit joined her headpiece on the
dressing chair, Theresa stood in just a white bra and
panties.  Sarah tried very hard not to stare, but it
was impossible not to.  Then when the white bra
topped the pile, Sarah had to bite her lip to keep her
composure.
	If anything, Theresa's breasts had grown
larger over the years with the extra pounds she had
gained. This was the closest she had ever been to
those dark brown nipples and she couldn't take her
eyes away.  In the cool night air, Theresa's nipples
stood out like small erasures.  Sarah felt a tingling in
her own much smaller breasts.
	Unaware of Sarah's fascination with her
body, Theresa moved to a dresser draw and pulled
out a blue nightshirt.  With a quick motion she
slipped it on, covering her large breasts.
	As she turned and finally noticed the look on
Sarah's face, Theresa assumed it was due to her
attire.
	"I guess you were expecting something made
out of burlap."  Theresa said as she indicated her
garment. "But regular nightwear has been ok for
years.  Even if it has Mickey on the front."  She
added as she pointed to the large mouse figure
draped across her mounds.
	"Now to find something for you."  Theresa
continued as she looked back into the draw.  "What
do you normally wear?"
	"Err....I usually sleep without...."  Sarah said
without thinking.
	"Ok, suit yourself."  Theresa replied as she
closed the dresser and crawled into the bed.
	Sarah quickly stripped down to her bright
red panties and slipped under her sheet.  A smile
crossed her lips as Theresa wished her goodnight.
	"It's a good thing I'm not a guy."  Sarah
thought as she began to drift off to sleep.  "Cause I'd
have the hard on to end all hard ons right now."


	Sarah found that she was unable to sleep
more than a half hour.  Tired as she had been, she
couldn't get Theresa's naked image out of her head. 
She had been over it years ago, she kept repeating to
herself.  She'd had several affairs with other women
and had even fallen in love for a time. Why was it so
hard to put this Nun out of her thoughts.
	"Because she was the first....."  Sarah said to
herself.  "And she was the one you could never
have."
	Burying her head in the pillow, Sarah once
again tried to find elusive sleep.

	About an hour later, Sarah was still trying. 
Then she heard a soft mumbling from across the
room.  Theresa was saying something, but she
couldn't make it out.  Was she praying?
	Then Sarah remembered what Theresa had
said earlier about sometimes talking in her sleep. 
Intrigued, she rose silently from her bed and moved
a little closer to try and hear better.
	Tiptoeing across the room, Sarah found that
she could now hear Theresa clearly.  Understanding
her was another thing entirely.  Sister Theresa was
speaking in Tagalog, her native tongue.  She also
seeming to be rocking back and forth in her bed,
perhaps she was having a nightmare.  
	Deciding that it would be better not to wake
her, Sarah began to return back to her bed when she
heard an English word.  Theresa was calling Sister
Catherine's name.
	Curiosity renewed, Sarah returned to her
earlier position and moved around the bed to get a
better look. Theresa had kicked her sheets to the
foot of the bed, giving Sarah a clear view of the
sleeping woman.  
	"Omigod!" Sarah whispered in amazement as
she stepped back and clamped her hand over her
mouth to keep from calling out.
	She looked again to be sure of what she had
seen, not that she had any real doubt.  With her
Mickey Mouse nightshirt pulled up around her
waist, Theresa had pulled down her panties and was
masturbating with vigor.  Sarah looked again to be
sure that she really was asleep.  Then she heard her
call out Sister Catherine's name again.

	"I can't believe this." Sarah said to herself as
she unconsciously dropped her hand to her own
panty covered mound.  "Were the two Nuns
lovers?"
	Sliding her fingers beneath her waist band,
Sarah ran her fingers across her rapidly growing
wetness.  She had heard stories that many Nuns
were gay, but was always though them stories.  But
then every story had some truth in it.  A girlfriend's
sister had become a Nun and once told her that
during their first few years they were never allowed
to be alone with another Sister.  There always had to
be a third Nun present.  
	A soft moan from Theresa snapped Sarah
back from her musings.  She didn't know about
another Nuns, but she was sure that Theresa was as
much a lesbian as she was. It was a shock to realize
this and she was torn at what to do.  To suddenly
discover that her forbidden impossible love was
actually possible made her a little light-headed.  The
sensible thing she told herself, would be to crawl
back to bed and try to sort it all out in the morning.  
	Unfortunately, with all of her long buried
adolescent fantasies suddenly exploding in both the
forefront of her mind as well as within the growing
fire between her legs, sensible was the last thing she
wanted to be.
	A small rational voice deep within her cried
out that she was being foolish.  That she could be
throwing away everything she had worked for so
long.  But that voice of reason was quickly downed
out by a rising chorus of passion.

	With a trembling hand, Sarah reached down
and brushed her fingers across the hairy edge of
Sister Theresa's maidenhood.  Summoning her
courage, she moved it downward and soon reached
the light pink clitoris nestled between the dark
brown lips.  Gently stroking it, she sat down on the
edge of the bed.  
	Sarah was debating her next move when
Teresa began to stir.  Sensing the strange touch on
her body, she began to open her dark brown eyes.
	"Catherine..?"  She asked sleepily.
	As her eyes fully opened she remembered
Catherine was long gone.  It took a moment for her
eyes to focus, then she saw Sarah sitting next to her.  
	"Blessed Mary,  Mother of God!"  She
exclaimed as she jumped up in the bed, causing
Sarah to be startled.
	Theresa pulled the sheet around her,
horrified that her former student had witnessed her
shameful weakness.  All those years of hiding her
lusts within these stone walls were now exposed.
	"Oh Sarah, please forgive me."  She said in a
rapid tone.  
	"Forgive you?"  Sarah asked. "Forgive you
for what?"
	"For my sinful display of course."  
	"Theresa,  in my mind, the only thing sinful
about what you were doing is the fact that you were
doing it alone."  Sarah said in a calm understanding
voice.
	"I don't understand?"  Theresa said, a
perplexed expression on her face.
	"Correct me if I'm wrong,"  Sarah continued.
"But the way I see it, you Sister Mary Theresa are a
bona-fided lesbian and I'd bet my last paycheck that
you and Sister Catherine were a lot more than
roommates."
	Theresa's brown skin paled with
embarrassment as she listened to Sarah.  All her life
she'd had these feelings, even as a little girl in her
village.  Her parents, with their strong unbending
catholic upbringings, never could understand that
she was different.  When she showed no interest in
the young men who approached her father about
taking her as a wife, the decision was made to ship
her off to the convent school at age 16.  Marriage or
the Convent, there had been no middle ground.  
	It wasn't until she had come to America that
she found the words to describe what she felt.  And
it wasn't until she had met Catherine that she came
to grips with those feelings. Within these stone walls
they had been able to create a private world, safe
from prying eyes.  Until now.
	"I know what you're thinking," Sarah said.
"That the minute morning comes, everyone in the
school is going to know what you and Catherine
have been doing back here.  But believe me when I
say, no one will ever hear anything of the sort. Least
of all from me."
	"You'll keep my secret?"  Theresa asked.
	"I guess I'd have to, especially after I tell you
that I share the same secret. I supposed that makes
us members of a different sort of sisterhood."
	"You're a lesbian?"  The Nun asked as she
finally started to relax.
	"Since I was 17."  Sarah said. "Since the
days when you used to tutor me in math."
	Sarah went on to tell Theresa everything.
About how she had  discovered her emerging
homosexuality as a teenager.  Of  the secret feeling
she had harbored toward Theresa all those lonely
days and nights. She even told her all about the great
shower peek show and of the many afternoons she
had return to the shower to watch her.
	"I'm overwhelmed."  Theresa stated.  "I had
no idea.  I was so afraid of showing any feelings
outside of this room, it was years before I even let
myself have any friends."
	With the specter of discovery banished,
Sarah and Theresa returned to the friendly warmness
they had shared in so many late night discussions. 
The only change was that now there were no longer
any secrets between them.
	"I have to ask,"  Sarah interrupted.  "Since
they would kick you out of the Order if they found
out about you and Catherine, and since even
becoming a Nun was your parents idea not yours,
what didn't you just leave?".
	"That's a pretty big question."  Sarah said. 
"And there's no easy answer.  There are two main
reasons I guess.  The first is that even if I left,
Catherine wouldn't.  She's been in the order twenty
five years, and had no wish to start over.  Over the
last year she began to become increasingly worried
that someone would find out.  When her father
became ill, she jumped at the excuse to  request a
transfer and put an end to our relationship."
	"But Catherine left three months ago...."
	"The second reason is simply that I'm afraid. 
This is the only life I've know.  How could I survive
outside these walls. Yet I know if  I don't come to a
decision soon, I'm going to follow the same path as
Catherine.  I don't want to wake up one day and find
myself all alone.  I've been so alone these last weeks,
I feel so empty.  My life is a lie and I don't know
what to do about it."
	Sarah took both Theresa's hands in her own. 
Looking into her dark eyes, she smiled and said.
	"First of all, you're not alone - at least not
anymore.  No matter what you eventually decide, I'll
stand with you.  Even if I have to stand up and tell
the world who I really am."
	"You'd do that?"  Theresa asked emotionally.
"How could you decide to sacrifice everything so
easily?"
	"When I think about all the things you did
for me.  About how I wouldn't be where I am if not
for your help.  Then the decision isn't all that
difficult."
	Theresa gripped her hands tightly, overcome
with affection for her former student.  For the first
time in her life, she knew the true meaning of love.
	"You said that was the first thing."  Theresa
finally said with a beaming smile     "What was the
second?"
	"Something I wish I'd done six years ago...." 
Sarah said as she leaned forward and kissed Theresa
on her mouth. 



	Taken by surprise, Theresa didn't know how
to respond.  Aside from the few boys she had dated
back in the Philippines, she had never kissed anyone. 
Her physical relationship with Catherine had been
restricted to mutual masturbation.  She had never
actually made love to anyone - man or woman.
	She found Sarah's kiss to be soft and
pleasing. When she felt the moist warmth of Sarah's
tongue against her mouth she instinctively opened to
admit it.  The warmth spread throughout her body, 
bringing to life long denied urges.
	"I love you, Theresa."  Sarah said as she
broke the kiss.  "I've loved you since I was a
student.  I want to make love to you, if you'll let
me."
	The quickness in which she answered yes
surprised Theresa.  She felt as she had just taken a
giant step in regaining her own life.  Whether Sarah
was going to be a part of that life was a question for
the future.  For the moment, the world beyond this
room no longer existed.  All that mattered was the
warmth of Sarah's body pressed against her own,
and the triphammer beating of their hearts.
	

	"You don't know how many nights I've
dreamed of these big beautiful breasts."  Sarah
exclaimed as she pulled the blue nightshirt up over
Teresa's head.
	  Lifting one of the large breasts with both
hands, she lifted it to her mouth.  Teresa's auerole
had to be almost threes inches across, dark brown
against a lighter shaded skin.  Sarah began to suck
tenderly on the nipple, sending ripples of delight
through Teresa's body.  Her tongue began to dart
alongside the dark circle, covering it with her hot
saliva.  Then she would take as much of it as she
could inside her mouth,  her tongue playing with the
hard nipples as she did.
	While Sarah switched her attention to the
other mammoth mound, Teresa reached down and
slid her hand in between Sarah's legs.  To her
surprise, Sarah's crotch was hairless, giving it a wet,
slippery feeling.  Already well lubricated by Sarah's
own earlier attentions, it effortlessly admitted her
two fingers, followed quickly by a third.  Moving as
fast as she could, she began to furiously finger-fuck
her new lover.  
	Sarah responded by continuing to pay with
her melon sized tits, alternating between kissing,
sucking or just plain squeezing them.  She would
then bury her face between them, pulling them tight
against her cheeks as she licked the skin in between.
	Bringing her attentions downward, Sarah
soon confronted the hairiest pussy she had ever
seen.  Most of Theresa's body had some hair on it,
but no where was it fuller than between her legs.
Normally Sarah liked a closely trimmed crotch, or
one clean shaven like her own.  But knowing that
she was approaching virgin territory made the thick
shrub all the more exciting.
	Reaching her objective, she used both hands
to pull apart the fleshy skin and reveal the pinkness
within.  The fragrant aroma of raw womanhood
greeted her nostrils as she reached in with her
tongue and licked around her clit.  Then she began
to explore inside Teresa, using her talented tongue
like a doctor's probe.
	Teresa laid back, eyes closed and waded in
the waves of new sensations.  If only she had know
it could be this wonderful.  Her pussy throbbed with
excitement as Sarah's tongue drew more and more
sweet nectar.  The younger woman buried her face
between her tighs, causing the older woman to erupt
again in a burst of girlcum.
	"Mmmmm"  Sarah moaned as she sucked the
fruit of her labors into her mouth.
	Teresa was now lost to the world as
succeeding torrids of ecstasy raced through her
body. Her fingers had slid out of Sarah's cunt a few
minutes before with the onset of orgasm. Not that
Sarah cared.  All she wanted to do was drain her
pussy dry.  
	Teresa's body shook twice more, then finally
she could give no more.  Never had see felt so
exhausted or satisfied.  Sarah just laid there, licking
the spilled juices from her legs.  When she finally
emerged, her face was covered from cheek to cheek
with shiny girlcum.  
	Pulling herself up along side Teresa, she
gave her a long penetrating kiss.  The taste of her
own climax filled her mouth, sending a new surge of
satisfaction within her.  Experimenting with her own
tongue, she explored the wetness of Sarah's mouth.
	Embracing Sarah she ran her hands across
her much smaller pale breasts, playing with the
nipples as she had seen Sarah do.  Kissing one after
the other, she was delighted to find that Sarah's body
had it's own unique taste.  She couldn't wait to
explore the rest of her.
	"Later,"  Sarah said as she kissed her once
more.  "Right now I just want you to hold me."
	With that, Teresa pulled Sarah closer, letting
her rest her head upon those huge brown breasts
which had so fascinated her before.  For long
minutes they just laid there as Teresa pondered her
actions.  Surprisingly she didn't feel the least bit of
guilt.  An emotion which had always followed any
activity with Catherine.  If anything, she felt
contentment.	
	Brushing Sarah's light blonde hair away from
her face, Teresa smiled as she realized that her new
love had fallen asleep.  She kissed her on the
forehead and laid her head against Sarah's.  In less
than five minutes, she too was fast asleep.


	Four months later, Sister Mary Teresa
walked into Mother Patricia's office and announced
she was giving up her vows.  Before the month was
out, she had resettled in New England as the new
assistant principle of an exclusive girl's school.
	At the end of the school year, Sarah too
tendered her resignation, citing a better job offer. 
The Penderhouse School was more than happy to
welcome her to their staff, especially after the
flowing recommendation she had received from their
new assistant principle.

END


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Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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