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Subject: {ASSM} Love Letter by Rache (F/f, First, Rom, Public, Mast)
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Love Letter Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved Story Code:
F/f, First, Romance, Public
Note: What's to say?

   Love Letter by rache

   I was fourteen when my life changed forever.  I walked home from school
then, since Our Lady of Lourdes wasn't really that far from the house we
lived in.  Especially if I cut across the junior college campus, that saved
a good 15 minutes.  There were bathrooms there too, near the running track
the college had, and I'd found that convenient on more than one occasion.
The only thing was the restroom wasn't really clean, there was a lot of
graffiti on the walls, really dirty stuff that I sort of understood, well
enough to know it was nasty anyway.

   But it was kind of neat too, strange as that sounds.  Mostly there were
just little crudely drawn pictures of dicks and stuff, but there were
messages too.  Someone had spray painted the left-most stall door with
'DYKES ONLY' and inside that one I'd found the most messages.  They said
things like 'Friday night 9pm - Gloria' and 'Golden Girl 342-1872 leave
message' ...and a dozen more.  Some were obviously old, some very new, but
I never knew for sure if they were really real, you know?  I mean, who
would leave their phone number on a bathroom wall?  And why?  I was just
fourteen, an only child, and a catholic schoolgirl to boot; I tended
towards innocence to say the least.

   On this particular day, however, all that was to change dramatically.  I
was cutting across the track and decided to use the restroom, and get a
drink of water from the fountain that was just outside the bathroom door.
There was rarely anyone around, except on weekends, just one or two people
who might be jogging and this day was no different.  But there was one girl
who was just sitting on the bleachers nearby, not reading or anything, just
sitting there like she was waiting for someone.  I was aware of her
watching me as I crossed the track infield slowly, unable to help but walk
towards her since she was just a dozen feet from the bathrooms anyway.

   I've always felt kind of awkward socially and things like getting close
to strangers always sort of messes me up a little, especially back then
when I was trying to grow in so many different ways.  I wasn't always
comfortable with my body, even though people told me I was pretty.  I was
even less comfortable with my thoughts and feelings sometimes.  So maybe
you can understand why I didn't want to look at the woman who was looking
at me, but I didn't want to look away either.  Or maybe it seems silly, but
what can I say?  That's what I was feeling as this woman, and she was at
least 18, probably older than that even, stared at me.  I figured she was a
student at the college, and I sort of looked at her, but mostly I just
looked at my feet.  I had a little fear of tripping too, since that would
make me feel like a total idiot.

   She was tall, or so it seemed to me as she sat there.  A lot taller than
my 5 feet nothing I'd bet.  And blonde, with sort of fine straight long
hair that she parted in the middle.  I'm Amerasian, brown skin, black hair,
brown eyes...sort of a little nose and almond eyes, but not a flat moon
face or anything, thank God.  She was wearing shorts, cutoff jeans all
faded and frayed, and a plain white t-shirt.  I could see her skin was
pretty pale and I wondered if she worried about getting a sunburn.  This
was September, but still pretty warm.  It's the best time of year in
Seattle, really.  I wasn't going to burn, not with my complexion, even
though my skirt was pretty short.  It was last year's, but I hadn't really
grown that much, just a couple inches over the summer.  I hadn't really
noticed at all, although my Daddy had told me I needed to get a couple new
skirts or I'd give him a heart attack.  I figured he was just teasing me
though, he was deathly afraid I'd get a boyfriend.

   I avoided eye contact with the woman as I walked past her, hugging a
couple library books stuffed in my little backpack to my small but recently
budding breasts.  They were just lumps really and I didn't even bother
wearing a bra beneath the white cotton of my blouse since a blazer was part
of the uniform anyway.  But I'd left my blazer in my locker, since it was
so warm outside.  My nipples were very dark though and I'd been regretting
it all the while I walked, but especially as I walked by the woman on the
bleachers.  She was still looking at me, I could tell from the corner of my
eye, and I thought maybe she even smiled a little, but I couldn't be sure
since I didn't want to look.  I just stopped to get a drink before I went
in to use the bathroom.

   As soon as I bent over and started drinking I realized that my too short
skirt had ridden up pretty high in the back.  I could feel it but it would
have been even more embarrassing to do anything about it like jerk my body
upright again, which was my first instinct.  Instead I vaguely hoped the
woman hadn't noticed, since all she had to do was turn her head and she
could have seen my white panty-clad butt easily.  Probably she didn't even
see, I told myself.  But I was blushing furiously as I quickly finished
drinking and moved as casually as I could, pretending like nothing was
wrong.  I totally ignored her, fearing that I'd see her laughing at me, and
I pushed my way into the ladies restroom, blinking hard and wondering why I
was so stupid all the time.

   I put my backpack on one of the sinks, and went into the leftmost stall,
the one I usually used.  None of them locked, or anything, but at least the
door on that one would wedge itself into place and stay closed.  I pulled
my panties down until they slid by themselves down around my ankles and
pulled up my skirt, bunching it around my narrow hips and glanced at the
toilet seat, which appeared barely clean enough to use.  But I really
needed to go, so barely was good enough for me.

   I'd just sat down when I heard the door open and soft flop-flopping of
sandals walking in.  It had to be that girl, I realized.  I suddenly forgot
all about peeing.  I dreaded the sound my urine would make as it hit the
water in the toilet bowel.  It would be embarrassing for some reason,
although I'd never had a fear of using a public bathroom before in my life.
This time it was different though and I didn't understand it at all.  This
strange young woman had made me feel uncomfortable ever since I'd seen her.
Not for any particular reason than that she'd been watching me, looking at
me.  I was suddenly certain that she'd seen my butt when I'd bent over to
get a drink, and now she was in the bathroom with me.  Why?

   "Hey?" I heard her voice and it made me frown.  She was talking?  "You
shouldn't leave your books out here, someone might take them." Her voice
was soft, sort of melodic, like sing-song kind of.  I thought maybe she was
teasing me; it had that friendly, almost intimate texture.

   I didn't say anything.  I didn't even breathe.  I just sat there on the
toilet, holding my skirt around my tummy with my arms crossed, my knees
together and my feet side by side on the floor, with my panties puddled
around my ankles.

   "Helloooo..." She sang softly, definitely teasing me, I thought.  She
seemed to giggle a little.  "What are you doing in there?"

   "Huh?" I managed to say in barely a whisper, but it sounded loud to me.

   "Are you going number one?  Or number two?" Her voice was coming from
just on the other side of the stall door.  I was sure she was standing
there and if I'd bent down just a little more I probably could have seen
her feet under the door.

   "Um..." It was like I had to think about it.  "Number one." I managed to
answer, as if it were any kind of her business at all.

   "Oh goody!" The door pushed open and I was horrified to see her standing
there, smiling at me.  "Can I watch?"

   "What?" This was so far beyond the realm of possibility that I had a
hard time believing it was really happening.  Nobody had ever done this to
anyone before, I was sure of it.  In my experience, limited as it was,
public bathrooms were like invisibility booths.  Except at school, I mean,
but you know what I'm talking about.  People, strangers, don't talk to you!
They don't look at you while you're doing it!  I had no idea what to do. 
None, my mind was a total blank and I couldn't even think to move.  I just
stared up at her in shock.

   "Shhh..." She was smiling and stepping inside, taking up what precious
little personal space I had left.  Our legs were almost touching, me as I
sat there, her standing in the much too small stall.  She managed to close
the door behind her, leaning back against it, and it had happened so fast I
barely knew what she was doing until it was done.

   "Uh, what?" That was the best I could manage in way of protest.

   "I'll let you watch me too." She was undoing her shorts, peeling them
down her long white legs quickly and I realized she had no panties on at
all.

   I'd never known a girl who didn't wear panties before.  That dumb
thought asserted itself bluntly and I stared at her pussy as she exposed
herself completely to me.  She'd shaved herself completely so that she was
smooth and pink and my mouth was dry suddenly.  I had just a little patch
of hair, barely worth noticing, growing just above my slit.  I'd been so
happy with that sign of my budding maturity and now here was a full grown
woman who had shaved all her hair off!

   Her pussy looked like mine, sort of, except mine was darker a little. 
My lips were small and thin, the little button of my clitoris barely
noticeable except once in awhile if I'd been washing myself, or riding my
bike for a long time.  It felt good then, when it seemed to grow a bit, and
I'd heard some girls at school talking about rubbing it, but I'd never done
that.  This woman though, her pussy looked fat, her lips were more pinkish
on the outside and hung down just a little.  I could see her clitoris, her
button, it looked like the tip of an eraser, sort of.  I stared at it and
the woman reached down, putting her fingers on each side of her sex and
thrusting her hips forward a little more.

   "Do you like it?" She breathed, "Take a good look.  Closer...get
closer...!" She demanded softly and I complied, although I'm not sure why.

   I was leaning forward until I could smell her, sort of a musky sweaty
smell.  "Yeah baby girl...right there...." And she moved one of her hands
to my face, stroking my cheek and I jerked slightly away, but her fingers
slid around behind my head.

   "What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice barely audible, even to me.
I couldn't resist this, my first overtly sexual experience of my life.  I
was yielding, pliant, and dare I say it?  Even willing, and wanting to let
her direct me to her whims.

   "You're so pretty." She was saying, ignoring my question and pulling my
head gently, but forcefully until my nose was almost touching the soft pale
swell of her sex.  "So pretty...kiss me now...kiss me!" She used both hands
to hold my head as I was bent over, my mouth suddenly finding itself
pressed to the uppermost cleft of the woman's vagina.

   "I...I don't want to..." I was trying to say, but maybe I did.  I
couldn't tell.  My heart was beating faster and my tummy churned, like I
was sick, but not physically, just emotionally.  I wasn't supposed to be
doing this.

   "Yes you do...come on..." I was already touching her skin with my face,
with my lips.  Her hand was strong behind my head and I shivered a little
and I was as scared as I've ever been in my life.  But not of her, I was
just afraid of what we were doing.

   And I didn't know what we were doing.  I'd never even heard of such a
thing, not even in the most terrible talk at school.  I'd been protected
all my life, sheltered by my Daddy and now, here in some public toilet a
stranger was introducing me to sex.  I felt the warmth of her skin on my
face, the softness of her, the sweet and musk scent of her body filling my
nose.  I instinctively brought up my arms, my hands, trying to push her
away as I felt suddenly guilty.  This had to be wrong, whatever it was. 
She was a girl and this was a bathroom and I was supposed to be alone.

   But I wasn't pushing hard enough, if even barely at all, because when my
hands touched her smooth warm skin I jerked them away.  I was moving my
face, trying to turn my head, but she was holding me, balanced on that
toilet, just a frightened girl.  I could feel her moving too, sliding her
sex around so that her rubbery pussy lips moved across my mouth and cheeks.
I felt her clit, it was hard, really hard and hot and it was on my nose,
like it was tickling me.

   "It's okay...it's okay...kiss it...open your mouth..." The girl kept
saying and I felt like I was going to cry and I finally did touch her more
with my hands, pressing my palms to her thighs, but I wasn't fighting her.
It felt good to be held, can you understand what I mean?  She was holding
my head in her hands, forcing me, but gently, not hurting me, and it was
confusing.  I wanted to be close to someone, maybe like that, I wasn't
sure, but I liked it.  Part of me, a small part really didn't mind that she
was touching me and even pushing her sex in my face.

   I'd never had a boyfriend, never been kissed, never had anyone who
wanted to hold me like that and touch me.  It was overwhelming me, like a
rush, like love almost, or at least what I imagined love must be like.  I
was scared, and guilty, and excited all at once.  I heard her voice, soft
and gentle and I found myself doing what she wanted.  I opened my mouth,
just a little and she rewarded me with a sigh, her soft plump slit sliding
down across my lower lip, pulling it down and out and then her hard little
clitoris was there.

   "Kiss it...kiss it for me, sweetie..." She sighed and I did what she
wanted, digging my short fingernails into her skin as I kissed the woman's
clitoris.  "oh...suck it...you can do it...just suck it a little bit..."

   I was flying, like I do in my dreams sometimes, feeling weightless and
dizzy and I didn't know how to suck it, but I did.  I put my lips together
and I felt her soft skin and the hard little nub of her clit between them.
It was like sucking the tip of my little finger, sort of, no bigger than
that and I just sucked it like a straw for half a minute.  I didn't know if
I was doing it okay or not, but she must have liked it.  The woman was
massaging my head, my scalp, playing her fingers in my hair and not holding
me at all anymore.  I was sucking her all by myself.

   "Now..." She breathed, "...lick it for me, use your tongue...all
over...lick me, baby girl..."

   I did it, feeling like I was doing it to myself, which was really weird.
My little sex was throbbing and I'd forgotten all about peeing.  I was wet
down there, but it was something else.  I was on fire and my boobs were
growing, my nipples hurt, really hurt a lot and I wanted to hurt them back.
I wanted to pinch them because that seemed like it would make them feel
better for some reason.  But all I did was hold the woman's legs and I
licked her sex.

   Slowly at first, just a little in case it was gross.  But it wasn't it
didn't really taste like very much at all at first, but then it did, when
she moved a little and my tongue was in her, only a fraction of an inch
maybe, but inside her and I could taste her all of a sudden so strong it
made me jerk my head a little.  It was like my tongue was numb almost or
burning, like acid from an orange, or too much soda.  It was tangy and
strong and the woman caught me, pulling my mouth back.

   "Don't stop...please...don't stop..." She was moving a lot now, up and
down, standing tiptoe sometimes and my head moved to follow her.  I tasted
more of her and there was a lot of her juice suddenly, like she'd wet
herself and I could almost feel it in my mouth, mixing with my spit so I
had to swallow it.  She was moaning and then holding me so tight I couldn't
breathe.  I just sucked her, so it was like I had her whole sex in my mouth
and she was digging her fingers in my hair, grinding her pussy against my
mouth.

   "I'm cumming...oh God yessss..." She hissed and the sound echoed through
the bathroom.  I was seized with fear as she went stiff, just freezing for
a second and then started moving wildly.  There was a lot of wetness all of
a sudden, like a little flood and her sex took on a new and even stronger
flavor, if that was possible.  I swallowed hard, choking for air as I tried
to breathe, and I was hot and humid and sticky all over.  There's no words
for it really, I'd never had an orgasm in my life and here I was swallowing
this stranger's orgasm, drinking her almost eagerly.

   The woman relaxed her grip on me slowly and it was like she was
shrinking a little, getting smaller as I panted for air.  I was wet, my
whole face covered with wetness.  It had spilled down my neck and the
collar and front of my blouse was damp and stained.  I glanced down to see
my nipples dark and hard and plainly visible now.  I'd been sweating and my
whole body was sticky and flushed.

   "Ummmpph..." She surprised me when she kissed me.  I hadn't even been
looking at the woman, but her hand was still on my neck and she pulled my
mouth to hers as she bent over.

   I'd never experienced a real kiss before and I was dazzled by the
sensation of her large tongue in my mouth suddenly, wiggling around,
touching and caressing me.  I wouldn't have tried to stop her, even if I
could have.  It was a kiss, a real one, and it was the best thing I'd ever
felt in my life up until then.  I didn't have the wits to kiss her back, or
do anything but sit there, shaking with adrenaline.  I was beyond
everything now, guilt and fear, I couldn't even remember those.  I was just
there, just doing what she wanted.

   When she touched my breasts I almost melted, my whole body just sagging
against that welcome pressure.  I wanted more and I let her hold me up, her
hand squeezing my tender flesh.  She was kissing my cheeks and chin, and
licking at my face like an animal, tasting herself and then returning to my
mouth, sharing it with me.  When she moved her hand down, between my legs I
didn't do anything bu spread them for her.  She wanted to touch me and I
wanted it too.

   "You're turn...cum for me..." She was whispering and I nodded, I think,
or something.  Maybe I even tried to say something, but I couldn't even
breathe and she was kissing me hard, her fingers touching my little sex,
rubbing my, playing across my tiny clitoris.

   I was throbbing all over, but especially down there, down between my
legs.  My clit felt huge, like it was ten times bigger than normal, bigger
than me even, bigger than anything anywhere.  It was all I could think
about and I was squirming on the toilet set, kicking a little with my legs
as if I might find some purchase to press my sex harder against the woman
and her fingers.  She split my labia easily and I realized I was soaked
down there, not just a little wet, but well and truly soaked.  I felt her
finger curling inside, slowly, tickling me as it split my virgin sex until
I could feel her touching something else.  It hurt, just a little, like a
pinch.

   "Shhh..." She pulled her mouth away, letting us both breathe hard for a
moment and her eyes were so bright, even in that dim and dirty light, they
were like magnets and I stared back until she was kissing me again, her
left arm sliding down my back, pulling me against her body and I felt that
pinch again.  She pushed her finger inside me hard, cupping my sex in the
rest of her hand as if she could lift me from where I sat.  I felt a flash
of pain, just a lightning jolt of fire inside me and I made a muffled
sobbing sound and it was gone, just like that, leaving me with an ache
really, another throbbing sensation beneath the others.

   She didn't move her hand after that, not for a long minute, maybe two,
she just kept her hand against my pussy, her long thin finger pressed
stiffly inside me.  She'd broken my hymen, taken my virginity, so quickly
I'd barely noticed and the pain hadn't been so terrible at all.  It was
there, but I still felt good too.  I felt really good and I was moving
still, rocking my hips, sucking her tongue.  I was close to something,
something big and soft and warm, lurking inside me.  It was trembling in my
blood, aching to come out and I groaned into the woman's mouth as she
started moving her hand finally.

   She was coaxing me to cum for her, rubbing my sex gently, moving that
one finger inside me slowly, but deliberately, pressing it here and there,
occasionally it hurt, but mostly it didn't and I never wanted it to end. 
Never, ever in a million years and especially when I felt my body surrender
finally.  I had my first orgasm; my first cum, like my body was turned
inside out.  I arched my back, pushing down against the pressure on my sex,
moaning and shutting my eyes so tightly that it made me cry.  I had my arms
around the women, I'd been holding her all the while, but now I was hugging
her, clutching at her.  I was rocked with spasms of pleasure that
bewildered my inexperienced body.  My mind was numb and hopelessly
confused. I was cumming hard and it was beautiful.

   "Are you okay?" The woman was asking me.  She was breathing hard, like I
was, and her pretty face was red and she was smiling.

   "I think so..." I whispered.  My eyes were wet and I stared as she
pulled her hand away from my sex, wincing slightly at a small bit of
discomfort when she eased her finger from my slit.

   "Do you want me to kiss it?" She asked.  She was looking at me and then
she looked at her hand and so did I, both of us seeing small smears of red
blood on her finger.

   "I'm bleeding." I said softly and I looked down, as if I might see
something, but I couldn't.  There were some small drops of blood in the
toilet bowl, but not a lot and they were already dissolving away.

   "It's okay, sweetie...you're fine...I'll kiss it...make it feel
better..." She was kneeling down on the dirty floor, not caring at all that
she was going to be putting her face almost in the toilet bowl.

   I felt a little touch of my fear returning and a lot of the guilt.  The
pleasure was fading, the excitement that had filled me and pushed all of my
doubts away, was going.  I wanted to get away suddenly and it seemed unfair
or something.  I'd felt so good, I still felt good, but it was like panic
almost and I had to fight the urge to get up and run.  She was in front of
me, pulling my hips forward, coaxing me to lean back a little.  She kissed
my pussy, gently and softly and her hands wer on my leg, on my tummy,
sliding up under my blouse to feel my bare skin.

   "It's okay...I won't hurt you again..." She was telling me.  "I just
want to make you feel better now..."

   I closed my eyes, not wanting to see her pretty white face as she kissed
my dark sex.  Her lips were soft and moist, like her breath, and it did
feel good.  I was tense and stiff and I had to remember to breathe, but it
felt nice and I did open my eyes finally.  She was licking and kissing me,
playing with my clitoris and making it throb again.  She was pushing the
tip of her tongue between my lips, inside my pussy just a little, feeling
the tightness there and tasting my recent orgasm tainted with my virginal
blood.

   I swallowed hard and licked my lips, my face filled with distress I
think, more than pleasure, but only because I was concentrating so hard.  I
wanted it to feel good again, like before, but it was different now.  I
couldn't lose the fear.  I'd done something wrong, I thought, I'd changed
and it frightened me.  I wasn't a virgin anymore.  I didn't know what that
meant, it was impossible to know right then, but I knew it meant something.

   She kissed me for five minutes, I think, a long time and I felt warm and
my tummy was tight, but I was too scared and maybe she knew it.

   "You're going to be okay, I promise." She told me, kneeling up with her
back straight so that her head was almost level with mine.  "I'm Jennifer,
I'm your friend now, aright?"

   I nodded, but I didn't say anything.  I just watched her eyes, wanting
to believe her, wishing she were really my friend, but I felt so little
right then.

   She was between my still spread legs, her arms around my body loosely,
and she pulled me closer, kissing my mouth softly and then standing up.  I
watched her pull up her shorts and she gave me a last look and a gentle
smile before she left the stall, pulling it closed behind her.  I listened
to her footsteps as she left the bathroom and when I knew I was alone once
more I let out the breath I'd been holding.

   I reached for the toilet paper, wadding a small handful and dabbing it
against my sex carefully.  I was a little sore, but it wasn't bad.  Just
tender really and there was just a little blood on the toilet paper.  I
used more, pressing it deeper and finding more blood, but pretty soon there
wasn't hardly any at all.  And I'd been thinking, trying to understand what
we'd done.  It had felt good.  She said she was my friend.

   "Jennifer." I said out loud, just a whisper for my own ears.

   I got up, pulling up my panties carefully and I felt my pussy protest
inside like I had a sharp cramp when I moved too quickly.  That could have
been in my head mostly too though, since I kind of wanted it to hurt.  It
reminded me of her, of the woman, every time I felt it and I didn't want to
lose her.  I mean I didn't have anything else but my memory and I already
couldn't remember some stuff, especially when she'd taken my virginity.  It
was all like a dream, the little pain was real.

   I washed my hands and face in the sink and I thought about her.  I kept
thinking about her and I would be thinking about her.  All that night and
the next day and the day after.  I'd think about her until I could see her
again.  I'd talk to her when I saw her again.  I felt stupid and dumb, like
a little kid.  I could have talked to her, but I didn't.  I didn't even
tell her my name.  I felt my heart like it was too tight, being squeezed,
and my stomach was hollow.  What if I never saw her again?  I was more
scared of that than I'd been by what we'd done.

   I couldn't bear that, the idea that I wouldn't get to tell her my name.
I wanted to talk to her and touch her, just one more time.  I wanted to say
I was sorry because I didn't know what we were doing.  I wanted to promise
her that I'd do it better next time.  I wanted to tell her everything.  I
wanted to tell her I loved her.

   I looked at my book bag and unzipped it, finding my pen and I went back
into the stall and I started writing.

   The end rache696@yahoo.com
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