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Subject: {ASSM} Once More With Feelings - Chapter 11 {Night Hawk} (ff rom SciFi)
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"Once More With Feelings"
=========================

A new story by Night Hawk
Copyright 2004 by Night Hawk

Chapter 11: Bless Me, Father!
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We had little homework to do as the teachers allowed time in
class.  One of the advantages of the private school system aside
from smaller classes is the "Learn It Approach."  Rather than
sending kids home with material to study, it was presented in such
a manner as to provoke discussion and ideas.  Homework could be
copied.  Participation in class ensured students knew what they
were doing and when working on an assignment, if one got stuck on
something, everybody stopped while it was explained.

After supper, with nothing else to do, Wendy and I headed to the
library to read.  Let the others burn their brains out watching
TV.  I wanted to expand my horizons and reading is a great way to
do it.  I had promised myself that with the free time I would have
over the next few years, I was going to read all the classics.

We were back in our dorm room well before the bells rang and had
changed into our nightwear and brushed our teeth.  The other two
girls who were staying the weekend came rushing in just at the last
bell, quickly changed, and jumped into bed.

Just before the overhead lights went off and knowing the wardrobe
concealed me, I looked at Wendy and blew her a kiss.  She blushed
and mouthed, "I love you."

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

I woke with a start, fuzzily wondering what had disturbed me, then
felt the mattress shift under another's weight.  What?

"Shsss," said a familiar voice, and then a wet tongue dived deep
into my ear.  I was instantly awake as the thrill ran from my ear
to my toes, wakening my nipples and my clit on the way.

Wendy!  What was the time?  I blinked a couple of times and
focused on the glowing hands of my alarm clock.  It was 12:30!  Did
they check the dorms this late?  Her hand sliding over my pajama
top chased the thought from my mind as my nipples erected into
aching, wanting nubs, demanding the touch of my lover.

Lover!  The thought echoed in my mind as she gently kissed my
cheek, my brow, and then she whispered, "I've been waiting all day
for this." and locked her lips to mine.

"Mmm Mmmmm," My response was half whimper, half moan, and Wendy
sucked it straight out of me, thrusting her tongue into my mouth to
give me the minty-fresh taste of her toothpaste.

She kissed me with a passion that I had never felt before.  Her
hands were all over me as she toyed with my tits and tweaked my
nipples.  God. my tits might be small, but they were sensitive and
my nipples shot lightning bolts through my body every time Wendy
tweaked them.

While we were busy exploring each other's mouths, Wendy's arm
slipped behind my neck, moving to lay beside me on the narrow bed.
With her free hand she started to undo the buttons on my pajama top
and quickly had me exposed to the night air.  As she kneaded my
little tits she giggled quietly into my ear.  "This is the first
time I've felt them dry!"

I was miffed when she removed her lips from mine but Wendy had
plans!

Slow loving kisses trailed down my neck working slowly but surely
toward my nipples, which were now so tight and puckered, they
nearly hurt.  They were aching to be sucked into Wendy's loving
mouth.

And suckle she did!

Her lips wrapped around one nipple while her hand kept squeezing
and toying with my other tit.  Then she slid that hand down to my
bottoms and started to push them down.

I arched my back up in pleasure as her hand found my cunt, slowly
dragging her nails through my pubic hair, and I held her head fast
on my nipple while I bit down on the other hand to stop myself from
screaming out in pleasure.

My lover was so gentle and attentive to my fur-covered mound.  She
cupped it at first just slightly palming it, and I just knew she
had to be feeling my 'sex wet' coating her hand.  With a skillful
finger she gathered some of the moisture and started stroking my
labia.  All the way from top to bottom she traced my outer lips
until I was starting to pant with lust and desire.  Then she began
to slide a finger in between my lower lips, sliding first up one
side and then the other before inserting it all the way.  I could
feel my inner muscles grab her finger and I squeezed her finger
with an iron grip and then I flexed and started to hump her hand.
I was so close!

When her thumb stroked my clit, I nearly passed out such was the
intensity of the climax, but Wendy kept on stroking that finger in
and out, slowly fucking me towards another climax.  And I did!  I
came a second time and didn't have time to breathe before another
washed over my body.

I was out of breath and out of control.  I just sank into the
mattress like a stone, trying to gulp air into my lungs.  I felt
wetness on my face and realized the pleasure had been so intense it
had brought me to tears.

With what little strength I could summon I pulled Wendy's face to
mine to kiss slowly, gently and to nibble on her mouth, her
eyelids, and her ears.  "I love you with all my heart," I
whispered, and I meant it.

I now knew the difference between sex for fun and sex with love.
It had been fun up until today, but now I knew how and why Wendy
had reacted so strongly to my attention to her earlier in the day.
I was in love.

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

Wendy had to wake me up Saturday morning.  I had slept through the
bell.

I jerked awake wondering if something was wrong.  I had no memory
except that of Wendy kissing and cuddling me all night.  My eyes
must have shown my fear.

After the others had left for breakfast, Wendy told me that she
had snuggled with me till I had drifted off to sleep, and then
crawled back into her own bed.

"You looked so peaceful, Pete, but it was hard getting you
buttoned up again!" she laughed.

We did a quick wake up face wash, dressed in our casuals, and
headed to the cafeteria.

After breakfast I sat her down at the common table in our dorm
room and started to work on her hair.  I had noticed that when her
hair was wet, it hung down her back way past her shoulders.  When
it dried, it curled up, a natural curl which she tried to keep down
with severe strokes of her brush.

"Let it loose, Wendy.  You've got beautiful curls and you're
always trying to hide that."  I started to brush her hair with the
brush Linda and Julie had gotten for me and I softly slid it
through her hair counting with every stroke.

"God, Pete!  You're going to give me big hair!" she said as if
there was something wrong with that.

I kissed her gently on the neck and told her that I loved her
hair, and that was the end of that!  Of course at the first
opportunity I was going to make sure that both of us got in to see
a decent hair stylist.  It was time for us to grow up a bit and
lose the little girl hairstyles with the center part.

It was a good thing the other two lived for that TV, cause the
more I brushed the more moaning Wendy did.  Finally, having done a
count of 100, I did my own hair.  I did mine a bit faster and
efficiently, having gotten used to the brush by now and was
actually comfortable switching hands.

Then I brought out my make up case and went to work on Wendy.  She
had never worn any before save for a few times her mother let her
wear a light shade of lipstick.  I was careful not to overdo it and
applied just a little eyeliner and a touch of color on her cheeks.
I told her to take a look in the mirror and she was thrilled.

"It's a pity this is all going to come off when we shower," I
said.  Since I knew that Mike and Ann were coming today we had
decided to wait until after supper to go to the gym.

We read for a while and walked around the hallways.  We stopped
and talked with our teachers when we found them in the classrooms
and they seemed pleasantly surprised to have us drop in.  We gained
insight to what the weeks ahead would hold, both work and study
wise, and we graded them on their teaching techniques.  While we
all laughed at two juniors giving teachers a report card, I noticed
they all paid attention to our comments.  We were shown respect for
our insight on such things as current affairs and how they applied
to different classes.  It felt good to be listened to.

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

After lunch we headed to the chapel for weekly confession and
Wendy mentioned that her clothes were starting to feel baggy on her.

"That's because you're shaping up, baby!"  I said.  And she was.
Between the track work and the volleyball court Wendy had been very
active these past two weeks and I had removed a lot of the fat from
her diet as well.  I could see the changes slowly as her muscles
started to show definition.

"It's a good thing that my boobies haven't shrunk," said Wendy.
"The skirt I can tighten but I can't get new bras."

"Hey, so your casual clothes are a bit loose," I said.  "That just
makes it easier for me to get you out of them faster."

She stopped laughing when we entered the chapel, but her eyes
sparkled as we greeted Sister Gabe who was on supervision.

When my turn came up, I expected to see Father Ed, but the shadowy
figure behind the screen looked ominously familiar.

"Hello Bob," I said, "how's tricks?"

"Well if it isn't Miss Johnson," he replied.  "I was wondering if
you would show up today.  Are you ready to make a full and complete
confession of your sins?"

"I might if I had sinned, Bob," I said, "but gosh, would calling
you a manipulating devious prick be a sin?"

"Yes it would," he said indignantly.

"Well then, I guess I better not say it."  I leaned close to the
grille and said in a low voice,  "Hey, Bob!  Do you want to know
the name of the next Pope?  Paul only has another year and a few
months left."

The only response was a gasp.

"No?  Not interested in the future of the Holy Church?  Okay, have
a nice day, Bob!" and I got up and left.

I thought that he would have sense enough to leave well enough
alone, or more precisely, leave me alone and quit interfering with
my life, but once again he proved me wrong.

I hadn't taken more than three steps from the confessional when he
came bounding out of his door, grabbed me by the arm, and spun me
around, yelling, "You bitch!"  His face contorted with rage, he
drew his hand back to hit me when one of the nuns yelled, "Father
Roberto!"

It didn't stop him and he made contact.  I took the full force of
his blow right on the side of my head.  I saw stars and then saw
Wendy looking down at me.  How did she get so much taller than me?

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


 Time, Time, Time,
 See what's become of me
 While I looked around
 For my possibilities.

 I was so hard to please.
 Look around,
 Leaves are brown,
 And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

 Hear the Salvation Army band.
 Down by the riverside's
 Bound to be a better ride
 Than what you've got planned.

 Carry your cup in your hand.
 And look around.
 Leaves are brown.
 And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

 Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
 That's an easy thing to say,
 But if your hopes should pass away
 Simply pretend that you can build them again.

 Look around,
 The grass is high,
 The fields are ripe,
 It's the springtime of my life.


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

I woke staring at a hospital ceiling.

Why do all hospitals have that smell of disinfectant mixed with
alcohol?

I remembered her asking me if I could taste garlic.

FUCK!!!

I tried to turn my head but couldn't.

Who am I?  Patrick or Patricia?

Wait!  Let me feel.

NO!!!

I can't move my hands.

When am I???

Do I . Am I?

I screamed.

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

A note to the readers who have stuck with the story to this point.

First of all, thank you for reading my ramblings.  I enjoy
entertaining you and hope you get as much satisfaction out of the
story as I do writing it.

Now of course you are holding your breath waiting to see if Pat
comes back to 2004 or if he is still in 1974.  Is he/she
paralyzed?  Serious head and neck trauma can cause that.

Wouldn't that be a bitch?  In any lifetime!

And of course I think I will take a few weeks off now to give my
brain a rest.

And I think it is time for people to remember that while I claim
credit for writing this tale, it is my editor who makes it come to
life and keeps me honest and motivated.  Ian just *might* be the
fabled person who can turn a swine's ear into a silk purse.
Why not take a minute and send a note of thanks to him.
Send it to me with the name "Ian" in the subject line, and I will
make sure he gets it.

Thank you again for reading my story!

Peace

NH

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