Date: Thu, 7 Jun 2012 13:23:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Jan None Subject: Nice Girl Bad Girl (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, g/F...) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2012 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Nice Girl Bad Girl By Jan I knew I was not an attractive girl all of my life. I was always a tall and skinny girl, with limp brown hair and bad eyes. I hid behind large owl like glasses. My parents sent me to a private all girls' school. Due to the strict upbringing I never felt comfortable in the presence of males my age. I studied to be a court stenographer. When I graduated from business school I got a job with the county court house without much trouble. As soon as I could manage it I moved from the YWCA into a small apartment near the court house. That way it was only a short bus ride to and from work. For months I simply went to work and came home to my apartment to read romantic novels and watch some comedies on television. Slowly I became comfortable at the court house. It shocked me to listen to the testimony being solicited in court. Some of it was almost beyond my comprehension. I couldn't believe all of the things people did to each other. There were times when I would actually cry listening to the things people did. Some were so disgusting I wanted to scream at the adults for abusing their children. When court was recessed I had to type up the testimony for the court records. There were times when the marshals would offer their sympathy for my having to listen to the trash. There was one marshal in particular that befriended me. She was a heavyset black gal, named Jacqueline, with close cropped hair. She had a round face, with broad nose and full lips. She was very brown skinned. She had a big butt to go with her big 40-G sized breasts. Her gun belt held all of her equipment. The extra clips for her gun, baton, handcuffs and walky-talky. Her uniform consisted of a tan shirt with either an olive skirt or pants, and black thick soled shoes. We would sometimes have lunch together. She seemed to sympathize with my discomfort around all of the wickedness that people do. In time she asked me to visit her. She had a small apartment in the opposite direction from my place. I was naive about cities being segregated by race. It never occurred to me that the bus was taking me into an all black neighborhood. We became very close friends and I trusted her. She gave the comforting impression that she could handle anything. I had witnessed her take down an adult male that went berserk in court. She took him down before he could approach the bench. He had him handcuffed before any of the other marshals could come to her aid. On one of our evenings together the subject of sex came up. I passed the idea off, because I knew that I was not an attractive woman. Jacque assured me that I was a truly beautiful woman. I felt uncomfortable being flattered by anyone. I know I blushed like a fool. She assured me that she knew a lot of girls that would die to love me! I had not been exposed to lesbians before. I had no idea that Jacque was flirting with me. While we were sitting on her couch she started rubbing my back, and it felt good. She had strong hands. When she turned my head and kissed me on the mouth. It shocked me, because no one but family members had ever kissed me before. My first reaction was to pull away. Jacque looked hurt, because she thought I was rejecting her advances. I apologized saying that I had never been kissed like that before. She took me in her thick arms in a comforting manner and kissed me on the mouth again. She offered the assurance, "Clara, I would never do anything to hurt you! If I had my way I would never stop kissing you!" When I relaxed she even stuck her tongue into my mouth. I offered no resistance to her advances. She ran her hand up and down my arm briefly before she ran her finger around my shoulder and down the side of my torso. She circled my small right breast. It sent a tingle through my body. I was experiencing something that had always escaped me. When she stood up and offered me her hand I took it. She pulled me to my feet, and led me to her bedroom. It was a nondescript room with cheap furniture. The room was cluttered with discarded uniforms, but there was also evidence of her femininity. There were large bras, scanty panties and pumps that were definitely not part of a regulation uniform. She pulled me towards her bed and lied on top of me. She outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds. I was helplessly pinned below her. My heart was pounding like a trapped rabbit. She felt my small breasts while she started kissing me again. I had always been ashamed of my breasts because they were no bigger than fourteen- year-old girl's. The way she manipulated them was thrilling to me. I couldn't resist feeling her huge breasts too. They were like big soft pillows. She struggled to pull my clothes off of me, and managed to remove her own clothes too. I had never seen a naked black woman before. I marveled at the evenness of her skin color. There were no splotches on her skin. There were only a few scars. Both of her knees had pink welts on them. I suspected that she had scraped her knees learning how to roller-skate. There was also a scar on her left forearm. I had to ask about that scar. She told me that she got that one fending off a knife attack while transporting a prisoner in transit. Her breasts had large dark brown areolas and rubbery nipples. She never bothered to shave her underarms or her Mons pubis. The soles of her feet and the palms of her hands were as white as mine. She started sucking on my nipples hard. All I could do was stroke her closely cropped head of hair. She sucked both nipples for a long time. I almost panicked when she moved down my body and started kissing my flesh on her way to my pussy. Like her I had never shaved my Mons Pubis, but I had always shaved my underarms like my mother. She seemed to like to suck on my labia until my clit was protruding where it was visible. I don't remember ever having played with myself, so the thing she was doing to me was both frightening and exciting. When I climaxed I thought I was going to die from the pleasure. Afterwards I asked her if I should do the same thing to her. She kissed my mouth again, it tasted like my pussy. She assured me that I didn't have to do anything. She was happy to please me. We rested for awhile before we got dressed and she walked me to the bus stop. I rode the bus back across town, lost in my thoughts about what had just happened. I went to the library and read several books on lesbianism. I even read some copies of the Advocate newspaper. I also checked out a couple of romantic lesbian novels. By the time I had finished reading I had a pretty good understanding of what it was all about. I saw no reason why I couldn't enjoy the love of a woman. As soon as we could get a moment alone the next day I asked her if she really loved me or if she had just wanted to tease me. She almost cried as she confessed that she had fallen in love with me. We became lovers that night. We quietly took up residence together. She was proud of me and introduced me to her girlfriends. She took me to a nightclub called 'O-Bar.' It turned out to be an upscale bar where professional women felt safe gathering to drink and dance. I soon became accustomed to the sight of women openly kissing each other. Witnessing them feeling each other up turned me on. Some of Jacque's friends flirted with me. I felt a strong attachment to Jacque and would never cheat on her. We began to go to parties together. I witnessed couples actually making love to each other at the parties. Jacque was not shy about feeling me up in their presence. It embarrassed me to death. I always complained to her about what she did to me at the parties. I guess my shyness began to piss her off. At one of the parties I lost track of her for awhile, and went looking for her. I found her in a bedroom on top of another girl that was obviously not embarrassed about having sex in the presence of several other women that were also sucking pussies. I flew into a rage. How could she abandon me like that? I was hurt, terribly hurt, and could not believe that she really loved me, if she could cheat on me at a party of a friend. I was so upset that I had to pack up my belongings and move out. The only problem was the only people I knew were her friends. I sought out the only one of her friends I trusted, an older woman that happened to be the motherly type. When I moved my things in with her, of course she comforted me by making love to me. I could not bring myself to frequent the same bar that Jacque preferred. I had to find another bar. I chose to frequent the 'Blush Club' downtown on the advice of my host, because that was a club Jacque would not visit. When I got off work one evening I took the bus to the address she had given me. The place was quiet so soon after work. I sat there feeling sorry for myself. I drank a couple of drinks before my bladder let me know I needed to relieve myself. I asked the female bartender where the bathroom was, and she pointed towards the back. I had just finished relieving myself, and was just standing at a sink checking out my makeup, when another woman entered. She was a very attractive woman with long flowing, fine, light brown hair streaked with blonde highlights. She gave me a strange look as if she were undressing me with her eyes. She walked directly to a toilet stall, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties without any regard to my presence. I saw her hairy pussy before she sat down. I heard the splash of water while she peed. Another woman entered the bathroom while she was relieving herself. The second woman was shorter and a younger looking black girl. Her head was shaved, and there was a jewel on the left side of her nostril. She had on a navy blue hooded sweatshirt with a zipper down the front, black leather pants that were so tight they looked like they were painted on, and leather work boots. I was frightened by her appearance. She passed me and gave me a snarl as she approached the woman on the toilet. When the woman reached for the toilet paper roll the black girl stopped her. The woman stood up and the black girl knelt in front of her. The woman never took her eyes off of me. She simply stood there legs apart, holding up her skirt. The black girl unzipped her sweat-shirt and pulled it off her shoulders, so that I could see her naked back, covered in acne scars. She clung to the hips of the woman and started sucking her pussy. She virtually used her mouth to wipe the cunt of the attractive woman. When the woman was ready she turned sideways and placed her hands on the metal wall of the stall while the black girl lifted her skirt and started licking her asshole. The woman was still looking at me as if she knew a private joke. When she had enough she stepped out of her panties and put them in her purse. She came out of the stall and shook her hips, allowing her skirt to fall back in place. She left the bathroom. That left me in the bathroom with the strange looking black girl. She stood up with her sweater down around her elbows. Her skin was much lighter than Jacque's but it was flawed with acne scars. Her breasts sagged a little and she had rings in her nipples. She gave me a wicked look while she pulled on her nipple rings. She frightened me. I quickly left the bathroom without looking her in the eye. When I made my way back to the bar I found a note scribbled on my napkin next to my drink. It was the name Rose and an address and phone number. I gathered up the napkin and headed for the exit. Outside it was getting dark, as I pulled out my cell phone. I called the number. I heard a sweet voice say hello. I said, "Rose? My name is Clara. I was the one that witnessed what took place in the bathroom!" The voice said, "I was hoping you would call. Where are you?' "I'm on the street in front of the bar!" "Walk west to the corner!" With that she hung up. I walked in the direction she said, and recognized her standing at the bus stop. When I approached her she laced her fingers in mine and kissed me on the mouth. I looked around quickly as if embarrassed about kissing a woman in public. She held my hand until the bus arrived. We paid the fare and sat down together near the back door. When she stood up I followed her. We walked a couple of blocks to an old craftsman style home. It looked interesting with shingles roof and sidling. The rim was all painted green and the front door had a stained glass oval panel. She opened the door with a key and ushered me into her home. As soon as she closed the door she took me in her arms and kissed me. I couldn't believe how brazen she was and how willing I was to follow her after witnessing her allowing a tough looking girl to lick her pussy and asshole. She placed her hand on my butt and led me directly down the hall to her bedroom. All I knew about her was her name, and that she was a very attractive woman. In her room she sat on her bed and simply said, "Strip!" I did as I was told without question. I still dressed like a spinster for work. There was nothing sexy about my bra and my full panties. Talk about feelings of embarrassment; standing in front of this woman totally naked while she was still dressed in her business suit. I felt so inadequate in the presence of such an attractive woman. I suspected that she was somewhere between 25 and 30 years old. Rose stood there in front of me and started feeling my small breasts and placed a hand right on my Mons pubis, and stuck a finger into my pussy testing how wet I was. Had it been a thermometer I'm sure my temperature would have been over a hundred. She kissed me while continuing to finger- fuck me. She eventually pushed me backwards until I sat down. Then she pulled the silk scarf from around her neck. It had been stuffed inside the jacket she had on, which exposed enough of her cleavage to make it obvious that she didn't have a blouse on. The jacket removal revealed a lovely lavender laced bra. She stepped out of her four inch heels as she unfastened the side of her skirt, and pulled down the zipper. The skirt had to be pulled down over her hips before it fell to the floor. She was holding onto one side as she stepped out of the skirt. As she tossed the skirt towards a vanity chair, I was overwhelmed by the sight of her matching lavender lace scanty panties and self-supporting nude nylons. She chose to leave the nylons on. She joined me on the bed and we hugged and kissed for a long time. I could not resist reaching for her breasts. They were obviously 36-C sized. The areolas were swollen mauve caps with hard rubbery nipples. Just as I had noticed in the bathroom her pubic hair was trimmed to an even length and shaved into a triangle above her cunt. She pushed me down until I was between her legs. She demanded that I suck her pussy like the good little bitch that I was. The language kind of shocked me, but it also stimulated me too. I sucked her pussy wildly until she started bucking her hips up and down. She even bruised my lip with her pubic bone while she writhed in a long climax. I spent the night and just as the black girl did, I used my tongue to wipe her pussy and asshole after she used her bathroom. I actually went to work in the same clothes I had on the day before. Our relationship lasted for a couple of weeks. My wardrobe slowly changed from spinster to a lot more fashionable. Everyone at the court house commented on my new look. One evening one of the female judges asked me to meet with her in her chambers. I entered her office, nervous because I thought I was about to be reprimanded for my job performance. She invited me to have a seat while she was still in her robes. She sat behind her desk as she reached for a pack of cigarettes, and offered me one. I refused. She picked up a big decorative lighter and lit up her cigarette. Then she placed the lighter back on her desk, and blew smoke towards the ceiling. She could tell that I was nervous, so she assured, "Honey there was nothing wrong. Your work had been exemplary. I just wanted to tell you that I happened to be downtown the other night and saw you entering a well know lesbian nightclub!" I just about wet my pants. I figured I was going to be in trouble for my behavior. I suspected that my actions were grounds for dismissal. She simply asked me to come around the desk. She turned her high backed leather chair sideways to face me as I stood in front of her. I waited for her to reveal what she had in mind. She unhooked the top of her judicial robe and unzipped the front of her robe. I couldn't believe what I saw. Here was a middle aged woman that was nice looking sitting there in her chair in nothing but a bra and panties. She unfastened the bra from the front and pulled the cups to the side, exposing her double D sized breasts. She lifted one up and invited me to have a taste. I stooped over her, supporting my weight on the armrests as I sucked on her nipple. When she lifted the other tit I sucked it until she was satisfied. I was not surprised when she pulled the crotch of her panties aside to expose her cunt. I knelt on the floor in front of her and sucked her pussy until she let out a sigh of satisfaction. She insisted that I wait for her to change clothes. When she got on her clothes she led me to the underground parking lot to her Mercedes. She took me home with her. I became her sex slave and loved it. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.