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"Once More With Feelings"
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A new story by Night Hawk
Copyright 2004 by Night Hawk

Chapter 10:  Patti Joins The Team
_________________________________


Monday's classes flew by.  I'm not sure if it was in
anticipation of joining the "team" or if it was just that I was
settling in so quickly.  I guess I had expected more problems,
but in this structured environment, life was relatively easy. 
Hell, it was downright pleasant!  Here I was, with a new life
and a new body, even if it was a girl's body, and young and
healthy.  In my former life, I realized too late the mistakes I
had made.  This time I knew what life could and would dish out
and I was prepared!

Wendy and I headed to our dorm to pick up our gym outfits
before heading out to the track.  Imagine our surprise when they
weren't there!  Instead, there were half a dozen outfits for
each of us in our respective sizes.  Nylon track suits, proper
shorts with elastic waists and matching tank tops in a lustrous
satin finish.  Gold with green piping and stripes and our
numbers embroidered on the front and back.  Ah, the joys of
private school.

Wendy nearly flipped.  This was so new to her, and I pointed
out that Sister Gabe realized she was a goddess in the making as
she was officially a 10, the number on all her outfits.  I was
number 16.

We hit the track at a slightly faster pace, looking very hip
and professional in our tracksuits.  More of a slow jog really
than the speed walking we had worked our way up to but Wendy was
still matching me stride for stride.

"The only thing I don't like," said Wendy "is that two days out
of the week we won't be able to shower like the way we've been
doing."

I swear that girl thought she had discovered the fountain of
youth and couldn't get enough of it.  Not that I was
complaining, I was enjoying every single orgasm that she had and
of course the ones I was having as well.

"We can find an excuse to wait around," I said, "but look at
the positive side.  On Mondays and Wednesdays, we get to take
two showers together.  You didn't plan on going for supper all
sweaty, did you?"  I asked with a grin.

We stuck to the track for over an hour and then checked in the
gym to see how many girls were still in the shower.  We could
have practiced more volleyball, but I suggested we save our
fingers and hands for the first time with the team.  "Besides,"
I said "We're on the volleyball team, now it's time to teach you
basketball!"

By this time, we were under the showers.

"You can't be serious, Pete," she said, "I don't know a thing
about basketball."

I had already lathered up my hands and turned towards her and
cupped both her breasts, slightly smooshing them.  A moan of
satisfaction and pleasure escaped her lips.

"Remember," I said, "you didn't know a thing about volleyball
either, and now you're on the team."

"God, Pete, what are you doing to me. it's driving me crazy. it
feels so good."

I gave her a long sensuous kiss as I continued to massage her
tits.  Her nipples were as hard as granite and stuck out even
further than normal.  "Make yourself come, Wendy," I said as I
broke the kiss.  "Come for me, baby."

Both her hands immediately dove for her cunt, and I felt her
body jerk as the sensations became too much.

"Slowly, my darling, slowly."

Her hands slowed and her breaths came deeper as she drove
herself higher and higher, and then I felt her tentatively touch
me with one hand, her fingers slippery with her own juices as
she explored my slick folds, then one finger diving between my
lips and drawing out my moisture to gently slide across my clit.

I moaned into her mouth and that drove her over the precipice. 

She took her hand from my pussy to pull me to her, and I drove
a hand down to replace hers, our arms rubbing as we frantically
thrust our hips together.  I pulled her to me and crushed my
mouth down on to hers, the screams of our simultaneous release
muffled in each other's throats.

We stood there under the water for a little while after that,
just holding each other close.

We had taken another step on our road to self and sexual
discovery.

"Where does it go from here, Pete?" she asked as we were drying
off. 

"I have no idea, Wendy, I haven't been here before either."

"Oh," she said.  "I thought maybe that's why your other friend
called you Pete.  You know, a name that sounds like a man's.  I
just figured you and her were." she tapered off leaving the
unspoken.

I laughed.  "No, Sweetheart," I said lovingly to her.  "My
entire sexual experience up till I met you was a one night thing
with another woman and though we did a few things you and I
haven't gotten to yet, you and I have done things I didn't do
with her."

Wendy looked at me with curiosity.  "What have we done that you
didn't do before?" she asked.

"I've never kissed another woman with passion, Wendy.  You're
my first."

Wendy blushed.  "I'm not trying to be nosy, Pete, but did you
do a lot more with this other girl?"

I could hear a trace of possessiveness and jealousy in her
voice though she tried to hide it.  I sat her down on the bench
in the locker room.

"Wendy," I started.  "You know that I'm still pretty clueless
about my past.  It seems I was an extremely shy girl and only
had one friend all the way through grade school.  I've met her
and she is so into boys.  She clued me in about a lot of things
she and I had done while growing up, and she had the opportunity
to rekindle any flames that might have been there, but there
weren't any.  Nothing happened between Cathy and me.  I don't
know where or how she came up with the name 'Pete' but I kind of
like it.  I really like it when you call me that.  It's
something special between us.  It didn't have any special
meaning for me when Cathy used it, but when you say it, when
we're alone, it's special."

Wendy nodded in understanding, so I continued.

"When I woke up in the hospital, it was like I was born again. 
I know that I seem to know a lot of stuff, but I don't know
anything about who I was.  Not just as a person, but as a
personality.  You understand?  I didn't really become who I am
now until I woke up after the surgery.  I was real lucky to have
a couple of really understanding nurses taking care of me.  They
thought I might prefer girls to boys and they set it up so that
another nurse would help me discover my sexual preference.  It
was a two-hour experience and it was fantastic and it was fun,
but it wasn't a relationship.  We didn't make out in any of the
ways that girls can, all that happened is we masturbated each
other.  I think that's what convinced me that I liked girls. 
The thought of touching or kissing a guy turns me off so much! 
So, if we keep on going, Wendy, you will be my first
relationship."

There were tears in Wendy's eyes and as I gently kissed them
away, I asked why she was crying. 

"Because I love you, Pete!"

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Wow!

That revelation from Wendy blew me away like a feather facing a
hurricane.  I hugged her tightly, and I could feel my own tears
forming.  "I love you too, Wendy," I said, and I meant it.  In a
short time, we had become really close friends.  We spent all
our time together and I think for the first time in either life
I really understood love.  And who knows?  Maybe Wendy was
destined to become a lesbian even if I hadn't come along, but
either way, I loved her, and I wanted to be with her.  I said a
silent prayer of gratitude for whoever was writing my destiny.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

As we sat down to eat, Wendy asked why I was such a stickler
about the food we could and couldn't eat.  I was still telling
her what she could have every time we went down the food line.

I explained to her about the starches and complex carbs in
potatoes and bread, and that the only good bread was whole
grain, why the best food was chicken or turkey but that any meat
was better than no meat.  I tried explaining the problems with
having too much red meat, but saw that I was confusing her.

"Just trust me, Wendy," I said.  "Fruits and vegetables and
meat for protein.  Try to stay away from dairy products as much
as possible, too.  Rice is good for you but even then, you
should try for brown or wild rice.  It's okay to indulge a
little bit in sweets every now and then but try to avoid it. 
Tea is better than coffee, and water is the best thing of all
next to natural fruit and vegetable juices.  Raw or steamed
veggies are better than boiled."

I had been reciting this litany without really looking at Wendy
and when I looked at her, I saw her saucer eyes.

"How do you know all this stuff?" she asked.  "This isn't
something like an event you know is going to happen."

I sighed, more out of regret than anything.  I realized I had
known all this before, and still managed to kill myself out of
sheer pig-headedness.

"Wendy," I said, "just trust me for a while.  I can't lie to
you, but I can't explain it to you either.  At least not now
because I'm waiting for an answer myself."

"Okay," she said but the puzzled look remained.

We changed in the dorm room into the nice shorts and tanks, and
with more than a little bit of pride, walked to the gym to meet
Sister Gabe and the rest of the team.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

I should have realized that we weren't going to be met with
outstretched arms.  Most of the girls on the team were seniors
and two juniors joining their clique two weeks into practice
just didn't sit right with them. 

In 1974, girl's sport teams were not as popular as the boys
were, so generally there were no junior or senior leagues.  Most
girls' sport teams were one per school.

Two of the girls on the team were taller than me but they
seemed to be ashamed of their own height, slouching to hide
their height instead of being proud of it, which would only lead
to back problems and drooping shoulders.  Stupid cows.

There were barely enough girls to make up two teams for
practice and one to rotate in.  Sister Gabe tried putting Wendy
and me on opposite sides of the net, but while I could handle
myself, no one encouraged Wendy on her side to set up.  I could
see she was getting frustrated and thankfully so could Sister
Gabe.  She called for a change and placed Wendy and me on the
same side.  The very first ball that came over, Wendy called it
and went to reach for it, but a senior, taller and heavier,
tried to physically push Wendy away from it.  It must have been
like running into a brick wall because Wendy had her feet well
planted and with all the walking we had done, her leg muscles
were strong.  Francine managed to reach the ball but fumbled it
into the net then started abusing Wendy for being too stupid to
get out of the way.  I was about to run interference when Wendy
spoke up for herself, loud enough for everybody to hear.

"It's not me who's stupid," she said.  "Anybody with eyes could
see I was directly under it and ready to set up, but you had to
come rushing over here like a bull, and if this was a real game,
we'd already be down a point.  I'm here because I like to play
and I like to win."

I was impressed!

Sister Gabe called a time out and lectured about giving space
to the person who called the ball and making sure they had the
room to work with it.  "I've been coaching here for ten years,"
said Sister Gabe, "and I agree with Wendy.  I'd like just once,
just one season, for us to be able to beat another school.  It
might be vanity on my part, but a decade of losing with grace
should be enough for anybody.  I invited these girls to join the
team because I've seen them play just for fun.  They agreed to
play with our team, and so help me, you are going to play as a
team!"

There was a lot of murmuring and "yes Sister" responses but
when we got back on the court, and Wendy called her ball, nobody
interfered and just like it had been when the two of us were
playing, she set them up perfectly: Just the right height for
spiking.  Soon other girls were calling out to Wendy that they
were ready and with her talent for floating a ball in mid air,
each one struck home.

It was a grueling one hour practice, but Sister Gabe seemed
thrilled with the level the team was playing at now and started
to rotate other players with Wendy and me to see which
combination would work best.  The official season was going to
start in three weeks and she was determined to make a winning
combination. 

After practice, Wendy showed no hesitation in stripping down
and walking into the shower with all of the other girls
present.  Most of the girls who were on the team came from rich
families and had attended private schools most of their lives. 
They had semi private rooms because of that.  Wendy and I were
still in a dorm, and it was well after 9:00 when we headed back
with a note from Sister Gabe that would allow us hall access
this late at night.

As we walked back, I asked Wendy where her shyness had gone.

She giggled.  "I don't know, Pete," she said.  "Maybe it's just
that I know you're there with me, or all those pep talks you
keep giving me, but after that cow tried to bulldoze me, I think
I realized that I'm just as good as her.  I had nothing to be
ashamed of either in the way I looked or the way I played."

I put my arm around her and gave her a big squeeze.  "That's my
girl!"  I said proudly.

That night I was still hyped from the practice and had trouble
falling asleep.  It was then that I heard for the first time the
sounds of 'sinning' coming from various parts of the room that
Wendy had told me about.  I dozed off with a smile on my face,
looking forward to hearing those sounds from Wendy.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Father Edward had kept his word, and I realized that he was a
man I could trust.  It started slowly on Tuesday, but by
Thursday, nearly every single teacher was calling me Patti.  I
left a note for him at the office after class on Thursday, and
on Friday, I was called to the Principal's office.

Father Edward was in Sister Elizabeth Ann's chair and told me
to make myself comfortable.  Looking at him in regular light I
could make out details I hadn't seen in the confessional.  I
figured that he was past 60, his hair almost all white with
streaks of gray, and his craggy features told me of life
endured, but with laugh lines softening his features.

He asked me to call him Father Ed, and I thanked him for
getting the nuns to use Patti for my name.

"It was only right, Patti," he said.  "It's the name you
identify yourself with.  The Sisters choose their names when
they enter the convent, and they pick names they identify with. 
At least that's the logic I used when I explained it to them." 
He laughed.  I liked the deep rolling laugh he had and I felt at
ease with him.

"And are you enjoying your stay with us, Patti?"

"Oh yes Father, it just seems to get better every day."

"Any improvement on your memory yet?" he asked, and I could see
that he was genuinely concerned about my health.

I explained that while I was having no problems remembering
everything that had happened since I woke up in the hospital, my
other memories still eluded me.

"Well, Patti," he said, "I'm afraid I don't know what to tell
you.  I've spoken with the teaching Sisters and with Sister Gabe
as well, and they all have nothing but complimentary things to
say about you.  You are polite, smart, participating and you
don't seem to have a vain bone in your body.  The only place you
are competitive is in volleyball where it is natural and hoped
for, but in the classroom, you are willing to help any student
who asks you for it.  Quite frankly, I don't understand why
Father Roberto was so insistent on getting you a special needs
scholarship for your safety and spiritual well being.  I can't
remember a single student like you in all the years I've been
here.  You are well balanced emotionally and spiritually."

"Thank you Father," I said.  "I don't understand it either, but
I am truly thankful for the opportunity to be a student here."

He shook his head, chuckling.  "You know Patti, it's usually
girls who think they have a calling who want to come here, but I
don't get that feeling from you.  You really are a unique child."

I accepted his calling me a child because Father Ed was really
a nice old man.  I couldn't tell him that most girls had boys on
the brain or the desire to experience a wilder side of life,
something that I had already done once, or that St. Ursula's was
a perfect place for me to hide from the world while I rebuilt my
identity.  I thought of Einstein and wished that he could have
had this chance, both now and in his first time through.

Father Ed must have noticed the sad look on my face because he
asked me if I was okay.  I explained to him that I felt guilty
for being so privileged when so many others didn't have this
opportunity.

"We all have our paths in life, Patti," he said.  "Sometimes
God has special plans for us and those who realize it take the
right path.  I don't think your coming here was an accident at
all.  Now, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Now that you mention it," I said with a laugh.

I explained that I understood the rules and had no problems
with them, but since I was confined to school for the semester,
I had no way to buy a present for Wendy.  I told him that I had
made friends with two nurses during my stay in the hospital that
would be willing to help me out if I could get permission to
call them.

He said he could see no problem with that and asked if I needed
privacy for my call.  I thought about it for a moment realizing
he was going to let me make the phone call either way, but that
I was still a newcomer and he was placing trust in me.  I smiled
at him and said that if he didn't mind hearing girl talk that he
was welcome to listen.  I was NOT about to give him any cause to
regret his trust in me.  He had shown such faith in me by saying
I could make the call on my own, knowing I could be calling for
a dime bag of pot, that I wanted him to know I was not ever
going to betray that trust.

He passed the phone and phone book over to me and I quickly
found Linda's number, hoping that she or Julie would be home.  I
didn't know what shift they were on this week.  Thankfully,
Julie answered on the second ring.

After exchanging pleasantries, I told her that I was being
allowed to make the call because of special circumstances.  Then
I went on to say that I had told Linda about the great friend I
had made here who helped me to get settled and oriented.  Julie
laughed and said she had heard about my 'special friend' and
asked what she could help me with.

I explained that I was limited to the school grounds until the
semester ended and I couldn't go out shopping to buy Wendy a
special gift for her birthday.  I quickly told her how much
money I had and that I would pay them for it right away if they
didn't mind picking up something special for Wendy.  I was kind
of clueless as to what to buy for a girl and stumbled around
that for a minute when I finally said, "Maybe something like a
locket?"

Julie laughed again and said to leave it with her and they
would get it to me on Sunday.

I thanked her profusely and said I looked forward to seeing her
again soon.

After hanging up, I thanked Father Ed who had busied himself
with some paper work, to not overtly listen in on my
conversation.  I also thanked him once again for his
intervention regarding my name and then told him that I thought
he was a really special man.  He blushed at that, then blessed
me and told me to stay safe and happy.  I was nearly skipping my
way down the hall when I realized what I was doing.  I was
skipping!  It seemed to me that with each passing day I was more
and more becoming the young girl whose body I now had.  I paused
for a moment to look out the window at the sweeping grounds. 
Old memories were becoming second-hand, the memories of that
other person I once was, although the knowledge I had gained was
fresh and bright.  I realized again the chance I had been given,
and renewed my determination that I would do my best with it,
and once more gave thanks to God and Her sense of humor.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Since it was Friday night again, and with school well in
session, even more girls went home for the weekend.  There were
only four of us in our dorm and the other two took advantage of
the peace and quiet to watch TV.

Wendy and I hit the track, and for an hour, we kept up a
quicker pace.  We were both sweating when we made it back into
the gym.  Wendy wanted to work on her volleyball skills and I
obliged her for half an hour and then I insisted that we start
on basketball.

"I don't see why we need to get on the basketball team, Pete,"
she said to me.  "Just being on the volleyball team will get us
special mention on our report cards."

"Honey," I said to her, "did you see the benefits we got just
for joining the volleyball team?"

"Yeah, we got these cool uniforms," she said.

I realized that Wendy didn't know what I did and explained to
her that once the season started we would be taking trips to
other schools.

"Wow!  I never thought about that," she said.  "I guess I
figured all the games would be played here."

"Not only do we go to other schools, Wendy, but if we make it
to the playoffs, we get to go for weekend tournaments!"

She couldn't believe her good luck.  She had never traveled
far, and this was an opportunity that she had never thought of. 
I explained that we would be on a different team every sports
season and we were going to do it right through grade 13.  "We
are going to be on one winning team if we have to drag the whole
team with us!"  I said.

Wendy laughed and said that would make Sister Gabe real happy.

"Not as happy as it's going to make you and me, Sweetheart," I
said.  "If we're good at sports, we won't be in the dorm much
longer.  Athletes who travel get to have semi private rooms with
other athletes.  And since we're the last two to join, guess who
I'm getting for a roomie!"

I swear that girl squealed with delight.  Five minutes later,
Wendy was learning the basics of basketball.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

By the time we hit the showers, we were soaked right through
with sweat.  For a girl who thought the closest she could come
to dribbling was drooling, she picked up on it fast with great
reflexes and natural ball-handling skills.  She just needed to
be taught what to do.  I had the idle thought as we stripped,
'How many others are like her - just need to be involved.'

I had barely turned on the water before I was attacked with
kisses, her lips all over my face, and her hands on my ass
pulling me tight to her crotch.

"Let me wash your back for you, Wendy," I said lustfully,
pulling my lips from hers.  As much fun as it was, I was still a
little leery of someone walking in on us.  We really had to get
our own room!

Wendy turned for me and I lathered up my hands and started on
her back but before too long I had my arms wrapped around her
and was massaging her tits, teasing her slippery nipples into
hard points as I licked behind one ear and sucked her earlobe. 
She was moaning and squirming in my arms. she was that horny.

I slowly worked one hand down her body, spreading soap all the
way and within minutes, I had my fingers tracing patterns
through her thick puffy cunt lips.  She arched back against me
with a groan as I slowly slid one finger into her, feeling her
slippery channel spread around my probing digit.

"Ah fuck, that feels so good," she moaned.

Slowly I moved my middle finger in and out while my index and
ring fingers kept tracing the valleys between her lower lips.  I
remembered what the nurses had taught me about taking time to
build up to a peak so I gradually built Wendy up.  I knew she
was ready to come and could at any second if I would let her,
but I was in control of her experience now and I wanted it to be
extra good.

Her breathing was erratic and she was squirming and pushing
back against me so I finally let my thumb brush against her clit
and she exploded.  She had wrapped her arms behind her so that
she was actually hugging my ass pulling me tighter to her and
when she came, she dug her nails into my skin, thrashing through
her orgasm.  She convulsed on my hand and her entire body shook
for the longest time, but even as she came down from her high, I
kept that middle finger pumping in and out of her cunt.

Wendy was whimpering and I added my ring finger to her tight
twat, filling her up totally.  I started to increase the pace at
which I finger fucked her and laid my thumb against her clit and
she blasted off once again.  All this time I had kept my arm
around her, playing with her tits and also to make sure that if
she sagged I would be able to hold her up, but as she started to
come for the second time I grabbed her big nipple and gave it a
squeeze and a little twist.  I was sure her scream of ecstasy
would bring others running to see who had been murdered.

As she came out of her second climax her legs started to wobble
and I let my hand slide out of her dripping snatch and just
concentrated on holding her up.  She leaned forward and grasped
the shower pipe with both her hands to steady herself.  When her
breathing returned to normal and she was steadier on her feet,
she turned and kissed me hard, her tongue driving deep into my
mouth.  Her hands went to my nipples but I pulled away from her.

"Not now, Honey.  We've been here too long already."

"But," she pouted, "I want to do it for you, too!"

"Later," I kissed her softly on the lips, "but don't forget -
we're going to be elite athletes!  And when we get our own room,
my sweet." and I added a dirty chuckle.

She brightened up immediately, but as we were drying off, her
glances and her wicked grin told me the night was not yet over.


To be continued.
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