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Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 01

By: RetroFan



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER: Have you ever been door-knocked by a hot Jehovah's Witness? Would you like to travel back in time to the 1980s? Do you like to read girl-on-girl stories involving characters from different racial backgrounds? Would you be interested in reading erotica involving a pretty albino girl and a great-looking guy?

If you answered yes to any of the above, you will love your trip back to 1987 in this story series, where we meet good-looking 18-year-old Jehovah's Witness twins Adam and Andrea, who begin to look at two girls they door-knock with, albino Holly and African-American Samantha, in a very different way.

All characters involved in sexual activity are 18-years-old or older, and all characters and events are fictional, with similarity to real people coincidental and unintentional.

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TO a casual observer, 18-year-old fraternal twins Adam and Andrea Smith looked like they would be in the popular crowd at the Portland, Oregon high school they attended as seniors as part of the class of 1987.

Adam was a tall, fit and incredibly good looking young man, with light brown hair, blue eyes and a physique to die for. Andrea was a tall girl with stunning looks including big blue eyes and a great figure, her C-cup breasts and long legs especially eye-catching. Andrea's beautiful long blonde hair, styled in a loose perm, cascaded down past her shoulders and would catch the sunlight, making Andrea as pretty as a young woman could be.

Both had a natural affinity for sports, and it could be assumed that Adam would be on at least one of the school sports teams and Andrea probably a cheerleader, and that both would have no problem finding a date for the prom at the end of the school year. However, Adam and Andrea were not in any sporting teams at their school. Andrea was not a cheerleader. They were not in the popular crowd, and neither had a date for prom, not because it was several months away, but because they were not attending.

This was not due to some punishment applied by their parents or the school, as Andrea and Adam had not attended homecoming in the fall either, much as both had wanted to. Their eighteenth birthday came and went without acknowledgement as had all of their previous birthdays, and the twins had never celebrated Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving or had fun at Halloween. They stood in silence when their classmates said the pledge of allegiance, and throughout school, had had to undertake other activities when the other kids worked on holiday related projects.

Andrea and Adam were Jehovah's Witnesses, and their parents refused permission for their twin daughter and son to undertake any such activities. As children, Adam and Andrea were compliant and cooperative, not knowing any better, but throughout adolescence, they had become increasingly disillusioned with things connected with their religion, one of the most significant of which was that they were prohibited from doing things that other teenagers took for granted.

However, as much as the brother and sister felt jealous and resentful at missing out on things, there was something they disliked even more, and that was door-knocking. Their parents had gone door-knocking with other members of the Kingdom Hall the previous Saturday morning, but Adam and Andrea had a legitimate reason for not going that day, with both of them sick with flu and confined to bed. Andrea had suffered double bad luck; flu and her period at the same time. When their parents returned, they had made an off-handed remark that Adam and Andrea could go door-knocking next weekend to make up for it, but in a feverish state, the siblings were not sure if their parents were joking or not. As they recovered during the week neither parent mentioned it again, so back to full health for the next weekend, Adam and Andrea assumed it had just been a joke.

When Saturday morning dawned with blue sunny spring skies over Portland, Adam stood naked under the shower, warm water pouring down his fit, naturally toned body. The young man's mind drifted back to yesterday morning when he and Andrea had arrived for school. Passing by the girls' bathroom, the sound of a toilet flushing and taps running was heard, before one of the popular, hot cheerleaders, a tall 18-year-old girl named Chrissie emerged from the ladies' room, wearing her red and blue cheerleading sweater, a red pleated skirt and white sneakers and white ankle sox. Adam had always thought Chrissie was hot, but she was the girlfriend of the captain of the football team. As she walked up the hallway to her locker, Adam's eyes bulged. Chrissie had gotten her skirt caught in her white panties after she had pulled them up after finishing on the toilet, and was walking through school with her skirt caught at the back, showing her panties off to everyone. It was only when her friends from the cheerleading squad noticed that the embarrassed girl realized, and with her face blushing scarlet, hastily pulled her skirt down to conceal her panties from view.

The memories of this lingered as Adam washed his penis, the young man's cock growing rock hard in seconds at the memory of the cheerleader's panties. Adam took his hard penis in his left hand, and began to jack off, moving his hand back and forth in hard strokes. With the mental image of Chrissie's panties burned into his mind's eye, orgasm was reached in just two minutes, Adam's cock exploding a tidal wave of white semen, the teenager breathing heavily at the intense ejaculation and the resulting ecstasy. Under the shower, Adam washed the jizz away, before turning off the taps, stepping out of the shower and drying off with a towel. Pulling up a pair of blue underpants to cover his more than adequate manhood, even when not erect, Adam put on a white-tee shirt, stone-washed blue jeans and a matching jacket, followed by socks and white running shoes, before checking his hair in the mirror.

Exiting the bathroom, Adam found his twin waiting outside, Andrea barefoot and wearing an over-sized white tee-shirt, her long blonde hair loose and not styled yet. She held in her hands the clothes she intended wearing today. Her long legs were locked at the knees, signifying that she needed to answer the call of nature, sooner rather than later.

"You complain about how long I take, you should time yourself," complained the peeved Andrea.

"Isn't it a wonderful morning, Sis?" asked Adam, grinning. He knew Andrea was not a morning person, and he received a glare from his sister in response.

"Yeah, now that I can finally get in the bathroom, things might improve," said Andrea. She stepped inside, and closed and locked the door behind her. Andrea placed her clothes onto the bench next to the shower, and sighed as she saw that her brother, as usual, had left the toilet seat up. Walking over to the toilet, Andrea put down the seat and checked that she had enough toilet paper, then lifted her tee-shirt to show the white cotton bikini-style panties she was wearing. Taking hold of her panties by the elastic waistband, Andrea pulled them down to her ankles revealing a pubic mound covered in curls of blonde hair and at the back the firm cheeks of her bare bottom, and sat down on the toilet, her knees slightly open showing her oval shaped vagina, her bare feet poking out from under her panties. 

Andrea positioned herself so that she was comfortable on the toilet and began to pee, the trickling, splashing sounds of her urine stream as it went into the bowl audible from the bathroom. Her bladder empty, Andrea unwound some toilet paper and wiped her wet pussy. She continued to sit on the toilet to empty her bowels for the next five minutes, the teenager looking down at her bare feet and panties, noticing some cream-colored feminine stains on the saddle of her panties where they had rested against her vagina all night. Andrea unwound and used toilet paper as she needed it, and when finished on the toilet, the girl stood up and pulled up her panties, adjusting them around her pussy and her bottom, smoothing down her tee-shirt. Andrea put down the lid and flushed the toilet, the sound of the cistern refilling audible as the teenager turned on her bare feet, walked over to the sink, and thoroughly washed her hands to complete her visit to the toilet.

Walking over to the bathmat, Andrea reached under the shower and turned on the taps, then removed her over-size tee-shirt, pulling the garment over her head to show Andrea's firm, young C-cup breasts with pink nipples and areolae, and her sensational figure, barefoot and wearing only white panties.

Andrea's underpants didn't stay on long, the teenager pulling them down and stepping out of them, reaching down to pick them up. Bent over, her legs slightly parted, Andrea's vagina and further back her tight anal opening were visible in the bathroom mirror.

Her panties in her fingers, Andrea stood up and went to put them down, but paused, feeling a tingling from her clitoris, her vagina getting damp. Raising her panties to her nose, Andrea inhaled her own feminine smell, the musty aroma entering her nostrils, the girl feeling excitement, evidenced by her snatch getting wetter and wetter and her tingling nipples. The pleasure, however, was mixed with guilt and confusion, the pretty blonde putting down her panties, turning on the shower and jumping under the water.

Pulling the door closed, Andrea stood under the water, warm droplets cascading down her naked body, dripping off her breasts, soaking her pubic hair, running down the cheeks of her bare bottom and between her cheeks. Andrea began to soap up her nude body, her pubic hair matted with white soap and bubbles, the soap dripping down to the shower floor and her bare feet.

Opening her legs to wash her vagina, Andrea was aware that her tingling sensations lingered down there, and only one solution seemed obvious. Inserting two fingers into her box, rubbing her vulva and clitoris, warm pussy juice on her digits, a look of delight crossed Andrea's face as she masturbated.

When Adam had masturbated in the shower, the object of his fantasies had been cheerleader Chrissie the previous day at school, her skirt caught in her panties after a visit to the toilet. It might be assumed that Andrea's fantasies were of a handsome guy; however, if anyone had been able to see into Andrea's mind as she jilled off, they would have seen cheerleader Chrissie, her panties caught up in her skirt.

For some time, Andrea had been struggling with feelings inside her that she did not dare speak aloud. For the most part, Andrea loved guys. She liked good looking guys in movies, on television, in magazines, in sport, at school and around town. She fantasized about them taking her bra off and pulling her panties down, fondling her tits, her pubic mound and her bare bottom, their fingers, tongues and dicks exploring her pussy. Andrea thought about sliding her mouth over their erect penises, giving head until they came in her mouth, or over her face. She also fantasized about jerking them off, and her vagina would get wetter and wetter at these thoughts. 

On one occasion, they had come true, Andrea fucking with a handsome young guy named Darren who worked at the same company as her father just after she had turned 18. She often thought about the wonderful sensations of that steamy encounter; Andrea sitting on his face sucking his cock, first with her panties on, then with them off, her naked snatch over his mouth so he could lick her down there. Then, her legs wide open, Darren had inserted his penis deep inside her then-virginal vagina, the teenager gasping as she got used to having her snatch stuffed, and following a hard fuck that lasted 15 minutes, they had cum together, Andrea feeling like her vagina and rectum were on fire from the sheer pleasure of orgasm, her pussy and pubes soaking; the condom filling with Darren's semen.

There was very little hope of sex for Andrea with any of the young guys at Kingdom Hall, who tended to be sticklers to the rules, or already were dating other Jehovah's Witness girls. However, much as Andrea liked guys, she always got hotter, wetter and came far harder when she fantasized about other girls. Obviously being a girl herself, Andrea had plenty of opportunities to check out other girls in gym class. In the girls change-rooms, Andrea had plenty of opportunities to see her classmates getting undressed, in their bras and panties, barefoot, naked and under the showers; pretty 18-year-old girls' breasts, pubic hair, bare bottoms and vaginas all around her; brunettes, blondes and redheads. On most occasions, if the naked Andrea had to sit on a piece of newspaper in the change rooms after gym class, when she stood up it would have been sticking to her vagina, so wet and sticky did she get between her legs.

Andrea often fantasized about picking up her classmates' panties, sniffing the feminine smells on the saddles, but she had never actually done so, not wanting to risk getting caught. As Andrea's genetic make-up obviously included two X-chromosomes, this caused her to have ovaries, fallopian tubes, a uterus, cervix and most importantly a vagina, she therefore had access to panties that smelled of pussy whenever she liked; her own. Sometimes, Andrea would lock her bedroom door, take a pair of her dirty panties from her hamper and lie on her bed, sniffing them and fantasizing that they belonged to other girls.

Suppressing a moan as her fingers lingered on her clitoris and water soaked her perfect figure, Andrea decided to double her pleasure. Moving her left hand to her bare bottom, Andrea slipped her index finger between her buttocks, soon finding the tight, delicate opening to her anus. Rubbing the sensitive area first, Andrea circled her anus gently with her finger then slowly pushed it inside, the girl feeling the hot walls of her rectum close around it. Having a finger up her ass always doubled her pleasure and this morning was no exception, the teenager's toes flexing on the shower floor at the waves of delight sweeping her body. Andrea would love for another girl to lick, touch and insert her finger into her anus, and she would like to do these things to another girl, which was another thing that varied from the way she felt about men. With her anal area the most personal of her body, Andrea was not open to the thought of guys touching or licking her there. The cheeks of her bottom, yes. Her anus itself, no way.

The tingling sensations from Andrea's pussy reached one intense wave of pleasure that swept through her vagina and into her anus and rectum, the girl suppressing a scream by gritting her teeth. Her wet, nubile body trembled, the muscles of her rectum tightened around her inserted finger, her toes clenched on the shower tiles and a wash of warm, sticky pussy juice drenched her snatch and flowed down her fingers. 

Breathing heavily, Andrea withdrew her fingers from her vagina and anus and washed them, not wanting them to smell of pussy. Always aware of the need for good vaginal hygiene, Andrea took a pink washcloth, and used it to thoroughly wash her vagina with plenty of soap, then used the washcloth to wash between the cheeks of her bare bottom, and especially her anus. Rinsing off the soap between her legs, the teenager turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bath mat, grabbing a towel to dry her nubile, naked body.

As she dried her pubic hair and vagina, Andrea contemplated the different way she saw guys and girls sexually. In a way it was like ice-cream. Andrea liked vanilla ice-cream, but strawberry was her favorite flavor. Guys were like vanilla ice-cream, girls like strawberry.

When dry, Andrea rolled deodorant under her arms, splashed some perfume on her face, then took fresh white cotton panties, stepped her bare feet into them and pulled them up, adjusting them so they were comfortable around her crotch and her bottom. Andrea encased her firm breasts in a white bra, clasping it at the back. Next she put on her turquoise tee-shirt, then her stone-washed denim skirt and matching denim jacket, before putting a turquoise ribbon in her hair. Putting on white sneakers and white ankle socks, Andrea was dressed for the day. She gave her teeth a quick brush, and exited the bathroom, returning to her room to put away her over-sized tee-shirt, and place the panties she had been wearing overnight into her hamper, along with her other dirty clothes, bras and panties.

Andrea got a bowl of cereal and went into the living room, where Adam was watching a music video show on the television.

"Mom and Dad don't like that show," teased Andrea, sitting down next to her brother on the couch. "I'm telling when they get back."

"Tattletale," grinned Adam, giving Andrea a push on her arm. "What do you want to watch? That awful kids' religious show on the other channel?"

Andrea laughed. "No, this is fine. What Mom and Dad don't know can't hurt them."

"No, but what they do can, and their kids seem to forget that Jehovah always knows what they are doing," said a female voice behind them.

Andrea and Adam turned around at the same moment to see their parents, Cindy and Bill Smith standing in the doorway behind them. Cindy was a slim, sharp-faced blonde, aged in her mid-40s, and Bill a balding man of the same age with a beard. Both were wearing track-suits, Mrs. Smith's tracksuit bright pink and Mr. Smith's bright blue. The twins cursed under their breaths. Their parents had returned from their morning walk early. Adam turned off the television set.

"Why are you dressed like that?" asked Cindy asked her son and daughter.

"Um, it's Saturday, and we don't have work this morning," said Andrea. She and Adam always felt resentful that because the majority of the family's religious activities took place on a Saturday, they were prohibited from taking part time jobs that would involve working on Saturday. They were allowed to have summer and vacation jobs at places owned by other Jehovah's Witnesses, but not at the mall or anywhere else that would earn them money, allow them to mix with other teenagers or have fun.

"Don't tell me you've both forgotten?" asked Bill. "Last Saturday we permitted you to stay home and not accompany us during our door-knocking, so this week you need to make up for it."

The twins looked at each other, and at their parents with incredulous expressions. The way their father spoke, it was as though they had been allowed to do fun activities that previous weekend, not so sick with flu that they could barely get out of bed, with Andrea doubled over with menstrual cramps.

"The O'Brien girls were sick last weekend too, so you will pick them up on your way," said Cindy.

Adam and Andrea sighed, and their parents regarded them sternly. Cindy thought how much things had changed since her son and daughter were children, and would happily dress up in their best clothes and accompany them and other members of the Kingdom Hall knocking on doors.

"Put on your clothes, and get ready," Bill commanded.

"I need to study calculus," said Andrea, which was true.

"I need to work on my economics assignment," said Adam, which was also true.

"You can do those tomorrow," said Cindy. "Jehovah's work is more important, especially as the conference in Seattle is just two weeks away. Now go."

Sighing again, Adam and Andrea got up, washed their breakfast dishes and went to their respective bedrooms to get changed. Adam put on his dark blue suit, white shirt, blue tie and black leather shoes, while Andrea dressed in a smart light blue jacket and matching knee-length skirt, with a white blouse and white shoes.

Adam laughed when his sister emerged from her bedroom, her clothes making her look somewhat like a flight attendant. "The nearest exits are located here and here," he said, impersonating the demonstration flight attendants give to passengers. "Put your lifejacket over your head, pulling the straps down ..." Adam copied the routine.


Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 01



"Shut up, Adam," said Andrea. "You look like a yuppie stockbroker."

The teenagers walked downstairs and their parents gave them the Jehovah's Witness publications, and the keys to their mother's car.

"Now, pick up the O'Brien girls and drive to the area on the map," said Bill.

"We will," said Adam.

Unable to agree upon who was going to drive, the brother and sister played 'paper, rock, scissors', Andrea defeating Adam with scissors over paper. Their mother, however, noticed. "That's gambling," she said. "You know there's no gambling."

Andrea and Adam exchanged a glance. It was like they had been caught at a racetrack or a casino in Las Vegas. "It wasn't gambling, we were playing scissors, rock, paper," Andrea pointed out.

Cindy fumed at her daughter. Andrea seemed to debate every little thing with her since she turned twelve. "You and your brother were gambling on an outcome," she said. "I'm not discussing it any more. In the car, and go door-knocking with Holly and Samantha O'Brien."

Adam and Andrea obeyed the instruction, getting in the car, Andrea reversing out of the driveway and into the street. As she drove down the road, Adam said, "So, I'll door-knock with Holly, and you can door-knock with Samantha."

Andrea inserted a cassette into the car's tape player, the sound of a band their parents would never approve of filling the car. "No, you can go with Samantha, and I'll partner Holly."

His sister forced to stop at a red light, Adam said, "Let's play scissors, rock, and paper to decide. I don't think Mom's hiding in the back watching us." This time Adam won, paper wrapping rock, and punched the air triumphantly, while Andrea swore under her breath.

"Never mind, Sis, it will give you some experience. After all, you'll be sharing a room with them when we go to the conference in two weeks," said Adam.

Andrea glowered at her brother as the light turned green. "Don't remind me. Holly, perfectly fine. Samantha, not fine."

***

Sisters Holly and Samantha O'Brien were like Adam and Andrea aged 18, and seniors at the same high school, belonging to the same Kingdom Hall. The sisters were not twins, identical nor fraternal, nor were they 'Irish twins', a rare occurrence where siblings are born within the same year, but not as twins.

The girls were born just a week apart, and were in fact not biological sisters at all. Holly was the biological daughter of their parents, and Samantha adopted. Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien, older than Cindy and Bill Smith by more than a decade, had spent years and years trying to conceive a baby, all to no avail. When in their thirties, they applied to adopt a child, but were told the wait could be a long one.

Then one day, several years after this with still no news, Mrs. O'Brien found she was late. She thought nothing of it until she continued to be late, and over a month passed since her last period. Then she began feeling sick after waking up in the morning, and when her husband found her fixing herself a broccoli, banana, ketchup, cheese, tuna, boloney and peanut butter sandwich, it was a trip to the doctor's office, and against all odds, Mrs. O'Brien was pregnant.

It was with only days to go in her pregnancy that the news came that there was a baby girl available for adoption, and after Mrs. O'Brien gave birth to their own daughter, they now had not one, but two daughters. There was one fundamental difference between the girls, however. Samantha was black courtesy of an African-American background, and Holly with Caucasian parents, white.

This would have stood out enough, however Holly was not simply Caucasian. She was white. Literally white. When her parents held their newborn, they commented on how fair their daughter's skin was, then remarked how she had unusual purple eyes. When the baby showed intense distress at the sunlight shining through the window into the maternity ward, this set off alarm bells for the doctors, who quickly confirmed that their daughter was born with albinism. 

Holly, like many albino people, had poor eyesight, and throughout her life had worn glasses with thick lenses that would darken when exposed to sunlight, and she was pretty much helpless without them. With white skin and hair, Holly was susceptible to the sunlight, and was fortunate to have been born and raised in the Pacific North West, where gray, rainy skies are common, rather than in California, Arizona or Florida. Holly, relatively small at five feet two, had a very thin, willow-like figure, seemingly unable to put on weight no matter what she ate. This made her breasts appear large, despite only being a B-cup. Unconnected with her albinism, Holly also suffered badly from asthma, and had to be careful to take her inhaler with her.

Despite not being the healthiest girl one could ever meet, Holly was without doubt beautiful, her long straight white hair falling down to just below her shoulders framing her very pretty face, a modest fringe at the front. Many people upon first glance took her to be a fair-skinned blonde, and only realized later that she was an albino. Quietly spoken and somewhat shy and timid, Andrea and Adam had always gotten along well with Holly, both at school and Kingdom Hall.

Samantha was also a stunningly attractive girl, tall at five foot eleven, and while she had a full figure with D-cup breasts and a big bottom, was not really overweight. Her long black hair with loose curls grew down below her shoulders. The highlight of her pretty face were her big, wide dark eyes, and her black skin was a perfect color and complexion, with the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet pink. In looks, she could not have been more different from Holly.

However, despite Samantha's beauty, she had some major personality flaws that made her unappealing to Adam and Andrea, and seemingly to most other people. Firstly, she was a little too touchy-feely, hugging anyone upon meeting and saying goodbye, putting her arm around people without invitation. Secondly, she was an over-sharer, and would tell anyone personal details about herself and her family. Thirdly, while Samantha always tried to do the right thing and be nice, it always seemed to go wrong and she would just end up irritating them. 

The fourth, and most significant of Samantha's flaws, was her naiveté. Thanks to her sheltered life, Samantha had no concept of the many bad things in the world, and would go about things with a sunny disposition, believing that people were mostly good and kind. While Holly had also lived a sheltered life due to her being Jehovah's Witness and her health problems, she seemed like a streetwise girl from the wrong side of the tracks when compared to Samantha.

Samantha seemed to have a misguided optimism, for example she had not attained her drivers' license after failing the practical test nine times. The teenager sincerely believed that Jehovah would either help her pass next time, or test her resolve by allowing her to fail again. Adam, Andrea and Holly, all of whom passed their driver's tests at the first attempt, agreed that the longer Samantha didn't have a license the safer the world would be, as she was a terrible driver. It was a similar story in gym class, where Samantha was always the last picked for any team. It simply did not bother her, the reality that she was no good at sports and unpopular going right over her head.

Adam and Andrea had sometimes debated Samantha's naïve view of the world between themselves. On one hand, they pondered what would happen one day when Samantha realized that the world wasn't such a nice place. On the other, Samantha was so naïve that perhaps bad things would somehow ironically avoid her, and she would continue through life with not a clue.

Andrea turned the car into the O'Brien's driveway, where Holly and Samantha were waiting. Both girls were nicely attired in dresses that came down to their knees, Holly's light blue with a small bow of the same color in her hair, and Samantha's dress lemon in color. They wore knitted white jackets over their shoulders, and white shoes on their feet. Samantha waved excitedly, while Holly showed little response to their arrival.

Adam and Andrea exited the car, and Samantha flung her arms first around Adam, and then Andrea, the twins both showing no enthusiasm at the girl's tight embrace. "Isn't it so great that we all get to go out door-knocking together today?" she gushed.

Adam decided on a neutral reply. "Yes, the weather is nice for this time of the year."

"I don't mean just that, it's so great to get out and meet people and spread the word of Jehovah," said Samantha. Adam, Andrea, and through her thick lensed glasses, Holly, all rolled their eyes, something Samantha did not see.

"It was so awful all of us being sick last weekend and not able to go door-knocking," Samantha continued. "Well, Holly and I weren't exactly sick, but we had our periods and had cramps, so Mom said we could go out this Saturday instead." She turned to Andrea. "Your mom said to my mom that you had your period too, as well as the flu. That must have felt really bad, but the good thing is, we all get to spend today together now that you're better." An elderly couple working in their garden looked over at Andrea, who turned away, blushing bright red.

Holly rubbed her forehead, a look of complete embarrassment on her pretty face. Adam looked at the sky. He felt deeply uncomfortable with the word 'period', especially with his sister. Andrea seethed, not only at Samantha for her complete lack of discretion, but also her mother.

Andrea considered the details of her menstrual cycle should remain private. Unfortunately, her mother seemed to think that Andrea's periods were a suitable topic of conversation with her friends at Kingdom Hall, at work and in the neighborhood. So they all knew about how Andrea got really bad PMS; suffered from menstrual cramps, bloating and a heavy flow; that she was unable to use tampons because she felt nauseous with one inserted; that when she was menstruating Andrea was one of Oregon's greatest consumers of toilet paper; and even what brand of sanitary pads Andrea used.

Samantha kept right on talking. "It was strange last Saturday, because Holly always starts her period the day before me, and when I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw that she was lying on her bed with a hot water bottle on her tummy like she always does on the first day of her period. Then when I was sitting on the toilet doing number twos, I noticed blood on the toilet paper, felt my tummy cramp, and had to call out for Mom to bring me a pad, because my period was early. Next thing, I was on my bed with a hot water bottle just like Holly."

"Um, perhaps we could go now?" suggested the embarrassed Holly, speaking up for the first time during the morning.

"Good idea, Holly," said Adam.

"Yes," conferred Andrea. She turned to Holly. "So how are you, Holly?"

"Fine thanks," said Holly.

"She's really looking forward to doing Jehovah's work this Saturday, after we missed out lust Saturday, aren't you Holly?" gushed Samantha, giving her sister a huge hug, oblivious to Holly's obvious discomfort and total lack of enthusiasm.

Samantha's non-stop talking dominated the short car ride to the area where they would be going door to door, and Adam and Holly were relieved to step out of the car when Andrea parked. "I am really looking forward to door-knocking with you today," Samantha said, throwing her arms around the less-than-impressed Andrea.

"We'll take this side of the road, you take this side," said Adam, he and Holly taking their Jehovah's Witness literature and leaving Andrea with Samantha. He turned to Holly. "I wonder what we'll be told to do today?" Adam was used to being told to get lost by irritated house-holders, often with four letter words starting with S, F and C.

Holly gave a shy smile. "The last time, this old guy told me I should be in school rather than bothering him. When I pointed out it was Saturday, he said that he wished he was President, so that he could make kids go to school twelve hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year." 

Adam laughed. "One time, this lady thought I was a burglar trying to con my way into her house, and was screaming that she was going to call the police. Then her son, this six-foot guy with huge muscles came out with a baseball bat. I and the guy I was door-knocking with just ran."

Holly laughed, this turning into a cough and wheezing. The teenager hastily reached into her purse, taking out her inhaler and taking two deep puffs.

"You okay?" asked Adam in concern.

Holly nodded, catching her breath. "Yes fine, it's just my asthma playing up. It often does in spring."

The teenagers walked to the door of the first house on the street, and rang the bell. A tall blonde lady, mid-thirties, dressed in a pink leotard, matching pink headband and white leg-warmers answered the door. "Yes, can I help you?"

Adam smiled. "Good morning, ma'am. We'd like to talk ..."

"You're Jehovah's Witnesses," said the lady, spying the literature they carried. "I'll save you and me time. I am not interested, and neither is my husband. Goodbye."

The door was slammed shut, so Adam and Andrea went next door, knocking on the door. An Asian man, probably about fifty, short in stature, opened the door. This time, Holly smiled and began to make the introductions. "Good morning sir..."

The Asian man's face soured at the sight of the Jehovah's Witness publications. He broke into a stream of invective in his native tongue, of which neither Adam nor Holly understood one word except that he was not impressed. The door slammed shut.

Adam and Holly went into the next house, with the untidy front garden full of toys. The main door was open, with the screen door closed, Adam and Holly looking through the fly wire to see an equally disorganized hallway, toys strewn everywhere. A little girl aged about four looked up at them in silence, and Holly smiled and waved. "Hi, is your Mommy or your Daddy here?"

The child looked at them, and without warning let out a piercing scream, running away down the hall. "Mommy, help! There's a ghost and a stranger! Help, Mommy!"

A high-pitched woman's voice was heard. "Ella, what is going on?"

"Mommy, don't let the ghost and the stranger in the house," sobbed the child.

A woman aged about thirty, slightly overweight, emerged from a bedroom, a baby on her hip. Two other children, a boy aged about five and another girl, a toddler, emerged from another direction. The woman regarded Adam and Holly with an unwelcoming expression. "Who are you?"

"Good morning Ma'am, I'm sorry but I think we startled your daughter ..." Adam began, but the woman cut him off.

"Yes you did. You can both fuck off. Don't you have anything better to do than go around scaring children and giving me the shits?" The mother addressed Holly directly. "What are you thinking, putting on make-up that makes you look like that? You're lucky my husband's not here ..."

Yet another child, another girl aged about six emerged. "Mom, Justin's taken the cat into the bath with him," she complained.

The woman immediately turned, screeching at her other, unseen son, "Justin, the fucking cat does not belong in the fucking bath!" She made for the bathroom at haste, swearing and cursing as the baby began screaming, the kids following yelling at the tops of their voices, the sound of the cat growling, hissing and spitting now audible.

Adam and Holly simply shook their heads and made for next door. "I'm sorry about what the lady said to you," said Adam.

Holly shrugged. "I'm used to it. I try not to let it bother me. I'm albino, albinos are very rare, people make comments, life goes on."

At the next house, an old lady – a very old lady – opened the door with a smile. "How can I help you both?"

Adam smiled. "Good morning ma'am ..." he began, before the old lady cut him short.

"Herbert? Yes, it is you Herbert. You've come back to me." She opened the door, and threw her arms around a bemused Adam. "The army said you died of Spanish flu, but I knew they were lying. Now we can get married like we planned ..."

"Aunt Lilith, what is happening?" asked another woman aged in her sixties as she appeared at the door.

"It's Herbert, he's come back to marry me," said the old lady.

"No, it's not Herbert, he's been dead since 1918," said the other lady, prizing Adam from her aunt's grip and ushering her back inside. She turned to Adam and Holly. "Sorry, my aunt gets very confused. She thought the postman was her late fiancé the other day. I don't like to be rude, but it would be better if you left, so as not to confuse her anymore."

"Sorry to have bothered you, Ma'am," said Adam, he and Holly going to the next house, where the door was opened by a man aged in his early thirties, tall, good-looking and muscular in a sleeveless muscle shirt and jeans, his light brown hair cut in the mullet style. 

"Can I help you?" he asked Adam and Holly.

As Holly began to make her introductions, the man looked at her and cut her short. "Hey, you're an albino aren't you?" he said.

"Yes, that's right," said Holly.

"Holy shit, I've never seen a real albino person before," said the man. He turned and yelled out, "Hey kids, come and look. There's an albino girl at the door!"

Three boys aged about ten, eight and six emerged. Their father pointed at Holly. "Look, there's the albino. See how she's got white skin, hair and funny colored eyes like white mice, rats and rabbits."

"Wow, she's so white," commented the middle boy, he and his brothers staring at Holly.

"Yes, that's because she's albino," said their father. "On Monday at school, you can tell the other kids that you saw an albino on Saturday. I know I'm going to tell everybody at work."

Holly attempted to mask how offended she was as she and Adam made their escape. "And the most tactful person and father of the year awards for 1987 go to ..." Adam said.

"Yeah, it's like the time they asked me to go to the eighth grade biology class at the junior high," said Holly. "They were doing a topic on albinism, and they asked me to go and give a talk. I did, and some of the questions they asked me ..." The girl shook her head at the memory, and looked at the next house. "I'm going to sound like my sister, but I'm sure we'll meet somebody really nice here."

Adam laughed, and went with Holly up the path. He looked across the street, seeing that Andrea and Samantha were level with them, obviously having no success either.

*

Adam was 100 percent correct in his observation that Andrea and Samantha, like he and Holly, were struggling to get householders to take any Jehovah's Witness publications.

Andrea had commenced the door knocking by saying to Samantha, "I think it might be a good idea if I knock on the doors and make the introductions."

Samantha commented, "Everyone I'm partnered with always says that." The girl's voice gave no hint of annoyance, or bewilderment, just naïve acceptance.

Andrea rang the doorbell at the first house, which was opened by a portly man, aged about fifty, with a bald head, moustache, wearing a white string, 'wife-beater' vest and brown trousers. "What?" the man, who looked like he last smiled in 1940, demanded.

Being so good-looking, Andrea could sometimes convince men to take Kingdom Hall literature. This time was not one of them. "Good morning sir, I'm Andrea and this is Samantha and we were wondering if you ever ..." began Andrea.

"Get lost, blondie," snapped the man, slamming the door shut in the teenager's face.

"Rude asshole," Andrea muttered under her breath.

Samantha's eyes went wide. "You can't swear at them like that."

"I didn't swear at him, I swore under my breath," said Andrea impatiently, as they went next door.




Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 01



"Jehovah doesn't like ..." Samantha began, but Andrea cut her short.

"Let's just get on with it," said Andrea curtly, ringing the bell to the second house, which was answered by a man dressed in black, with a white collar. 

Andrea was taken aback at the sight of the Roman Catholic priest and was dumbstruck, with the priest laughing. "It's okay, Miss, there's no need to feel awkward."

"Sorry Father, I didn't realize ..." she said.

"Like I said, perfectly okay," said the priest. "I'm just visiting my brother and sister before performing a wedding later today. It sure is a nice day. You and your friend have a good day."

"Yes Father, and you too," said Andrea, leading Samantha to the next house.

A teenage boy answered this door, another teenage boy behind him. The boy said nothing as Andrea went through her speal, before opening the door to accept a pamphlet. However, rather than take one, he instead belched as loudly as he could in Andrea's face, he and his friend bursting into fits of laughter.

"That was so fucking funny, did you see the blonde chick's face?" asked the other boy.

"Yeah, she's real pissed off, like she's got a year's worth of PMS at once. Guess she'll think twice about witnessing here again," said the first teenage boy.

"How did you belch like that?" asked the second boy, impressed.

"Beer," said the first boy. "Which reminds me, you want another beer?"

"Yeah, why not?" agreed his friend, the door closing, and Andrea still trying to get bad breath and beer out of her nostrils, stormed next door, Samantha prattling on about how great Jehovah was.

The door at the next house was answered by a tall African-American man, who glowered at them as the sound of a baby screaming filled the house. "My wife and I were up all night with our kid teething, and you two come and wake him up after we'd finally got him to go down. Man, why do I have to put up with this crap, all day, every day? Go away, and bother somebody else." The man slammed the door shut, and Andrea and Samantha went next door.

This house was answered by a tall, skinny young woman aged about twenty, pretty with long dark hair. She wore a black heavy-metal tee-shirt against which her breasts strained the fabric and failed to completely cover her lacy black panties, her long legs and feet bare. "Yes?" she asked.

Andrea felt a tingling between her legs at the sight of this barely dressed young woman, reminded herself to concentrate at the task at hand, and went into her routine. The young woman appeared interested, and opened the door to take a booklet. She then turned to Andrea. "This will come in useful. I can read it when I'm on the toilet having a shit, and if I run out of toilet paper, I can use it to wipe my ass."

"You should keep a spare toilet roll in the bathroom. My mom always puts one in the bathroom that my sister and I share, so we never run out of toilet paper," advised Samantha, again failing to pick up that the girl was just being rude.

The young woman rolled her eyes, and a young man, dressed in boxer shorts and a similar heavy metal tee shirt appeared behind her.

"Who is it?" the young man wanted to know.

"Just goddamn Jehovah's Witnesses," said the girl. She wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and they kissed deeply, the young man putting his hand up the back of her tee-shirt, playing around with her panties, before slipping his fingers inside the fabric and fondling the cheeks of her bottom.

The young woman giggled and closed the door, and as Andrea and Samantha went to go to the next house, Samantha spoke up. "Why don't I knock on the door this time?"

Andrea shrugged. "Yeah, sure. Why not?" Andrea was having no luck this morning, not that she really expected any different or gave a fuck anyway, maybe Samantha might have more success? Perhaps it might also teach the girl that people aren't so nice, although Andrea doubted it.

With great enthusiasm, Samantha almost ran for the door, her big boobs bouncing up and down in her dress. She rang the doorbell, which was answered by a group of five young men, all wearing black tee-shirts and jeans.

The more cynical Andrea expected the door to be slammed shut on them, but to her surprise the five young men stood and listened as Samantha spoke in her naïve, overly-enthusiastic manner. Andrea's nostrils then picked up the smell of smoke coming from the house. Some was cigarette smoke, but more dominant was smoke from a certain dark green plant with five leaves on each stem.

"It sounds really interesting," said one dark-haired young man, as he opened the screen door. "Could we please have some of your publications?"

"You sure can," said Samantha, holding up the Jehovah's Witness publications of various colors, oblivious to the marijuana smoke drifting out of the door.

The man grinned. "Do you have anything pink?" Behind him, his friends sniggered, and behind Samantha, Andrea sighed.

Samantha, as usual, was oblivious. "Pink?" She looked at the magazines. "I'm sorry, we don't have anything pink."

"I'm sure you do," said the young guy through laughter. "I'm sure if you and your friend looked really hard, you'd both find something pink."

"We might have something pink at the Kingdom Hall," said Samantha. "Would you like me to check, and then come to your house and give it to you?"

The young men all laughed, the clueless Samantha unsure what they were laughing at, but she assumed it was something innocent.

"Samantha ..." began Andrea.

"Andrea, I'm talking to these gentlemen," admonished Samantha, sure that she was going well. She looked at the first young man. "So, if I have something pink, would you like it?"

"Yeah, sure," said the young guy, clutching his stomach and sniggering. "I think you might find something pink inside something black, but if your friend was looking for something pink, I think she'd find it inside something pink." Again, there came more laughter from the other young men.

"We do keep our publications at home in a black box," said Samantha. "How did you know that? I'll have a look through my black box to see if there is something pink."

The young men looked as if they would tear their stomach muscles, so hard were they laughing. "Just make sure he doesn't snatch it from you," advised a second young man with blonde hair.

Andrea had had enough. "Come on, Samantha, we're leaving."

"But they're so nice," protested Samantha.

"Yeah, don't go so soon," said the first young man. "We're going to watch a wildlife documentary. Would you like to stay and watch it with us?"

"There's a segment on cats," said another man with red hair, his eyes glazed from indulging in marijuana. "I love pussy cats. Do you like pussies?"

"I love them," gushed Samantha, to which the men creased over with laughter.

Andrea was increasingly peeved. "Samantha, we have to go."

"There's also a segment about beavers," said the dark haired man. "Beavers are great."

"There's squirrels," said the young blonde man.

"Clams," said the red-haired young man. Again, the young men creased up, and Samantha stayed clueless.

Andrea took charge. She took Samantha by the sleeve, and dragged her away. "Why did you do that? They were being so nice to me," Samantha protested.

"No Samantha, they weren't been nice to you," said Andrea. "Couldn't you hear what they were saying?"

"They wanted pink Jehovah's Witness publications, they were joking around and they were going to watch a wildlife documentary," said Samantha. "I don't know how he knew that we keep the spare magazines at home in a black box, though. Should I get any that are pink, and take them to him?"

"No," said Andrea firmly. "Don't ever go back to that house, not ever. Didn't you smell the smoke coming from inside?"

"It did smell a little strange," said Samantha. "We can't have incense at home because it would affect Holly's asthma, but even if we did, I wouldn't burn incense that smelled like that."

Samantha, still full of enthusiasm, bounced on to the next house, Andrea watching the round cheeks of Samantha's bottom through her dress as she walked ahead. "How is it possible for an 18-year-old girl to be so naïve, and have no idea what pot smells like?" Andrea asked herself, something she had pondered many times in the past.

Andrea took over the door-knocking again, but they had no success. Looking across the road, she could see that her brother nor Holly had had any success either. They were at the last house, and it was answered by an elderly woman, who looked somewhat like a witch. The woman cut off Andrea, and began to give both girls a long lecture about how much she disliked teenagers and Jehovah's Witnesses, and Andrea could only assume that Jehovah's Witness teens topped her list of things she despised.

"My brother was harassed by some albino Jehovah's Witness girl the other week ..." she continued, before Samantha spoke up, as usual when she shouldn't have done.

"Oh, that would be my sister!" she exclaimed.

The woman scowled at her. "Are you trying to be funny?"

"No Ma'am, my sister is an albino," said Samantha.

"I don't think that's funny at all," said the woman, although Andrea doubted that the woman found anything funny in life at all. 

"We'll just be going now, ma'am," said Andrea tactfully.

"I agree with my brother, kids should go to school every day of the year, dawn until dusk so they don't have time to go around bothering people like you do," the woman continued. She glared at Andrea. "Don't ever come to my house again Cup-Cake, and tell the others at your church not to call on me either. Now go away!" Again, the door was slammed shut.

Across the road, Adam and Holly were at their last house, and the knock on the door was answered by an elderly Italian man. "Good morning, Sir ..." Adam began, but he was cut off.

"I'm trying to eat my soup!" yelled the Italian man. "I look forward to eating my soup every day, and then I have to put up with you people knocking on my door and bothering me! Actually, I don't put up with you. Nero! Nero!"

Barking was audible, and from the back of the house emerged an enormous German Shepherd dog. The fur on its back rose up, and it growled, regarding Holly and Adam with black, malevolent eyes. 

"I give you kids to count of ten to get off my property, and then I set Nero on you," the old man promised, his hand on the clasp of the screen door.

"We're just going, Sir," Adam assured the man, he and Holly backing away nervously.

The man began to count. "One, two, three ..." Holly and Adam picked up their pace, keen to get to the front gate. Then the man rapidly increased the pace his counting. "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." The front door was opened, and the dog came bounding out, barking, growling and running at Adam and Holly at great speed. Inside the house, the man laughed.

Holly and Adam ran for the gate, the dog getting closer and closer. Adam put himself behind Holly, so that if the dog did catch up with them, it would get to him first. Luckily, both teenagers could run fast. Adam was a natural athlete whose potential remained untapped thanks to his parents' refusal to allow him to participate on school teams. 

Holly's parents would normally have disallowed her from school sports too, but with such bad asthma, her doctor long ago had strongly recommended participation in a sport to increase her lung capacity. Swimming was out; Holly's albino eyes could not get by without her glasses, and were too sensitive to sunlight and chlorine, so Holly was encouraged to do athletics. Her thin frame enabled her to have a good pace, so against all odds the skinny, sickly, asthmatic, albino Jehovah's Witness girl was in the track team at school. She wasn't going to be on the team for the 1988 Seoul Olympics the next year, but she wasn't exactly bad at running either.

Adam reached over Holly's shoulder to open the gate and they sprinted out, Adam slamming it closed just as the dog drew level. The enormous German Shepherd, snarling and growling and looking more like a wolf, flung itself at the gate, barking and barking.

Andrea and Samantha were just in time to see this, as Adam and Holly stood puffing from having to sprint so fast, and the adrenaline from having to outrun a vicious dog, which continued to patrol the man's front yard, growling and daring them to come into its territory again.

"What happened?" asked Andrea.

"That guy set the dog on us," said Adam. "Miserable old bastard."

Samantha looked shocked. "Adam, you shouldn't swear like that."

Adam didn't really care less, his and Andrea's attention turned to Holly. The girl had failed to recover her breath, and was wheezing and gasping, reaching for her inhaler.

"You having an attack?" Adam asked her urgently.

Holly nodded, putting the inhaler to her mouth and trying to stabilize her breathing.

"Let's get you sitting down," said Andrea, seeing a bus stop nearby. She and Adam guided Holly to the bench and sat her down, the girl trying to relax her breathing and get the Ventolin into her lungs. Neither Adam nor Andrea could miss the fact that Samantha seemed hapless in this situation when it came to helping her asthma-stricken sister. They remembered a first aid class as part of health in school, where Samantha had fallen apart and actually failed the class. If there was an emergency, Samantha was probably the last person one would want around.

"Are you feeling any better?" Adam asked.

Holly nodded, and replied breathlessly. "Yes, it's just an asthma attack. It might be best if I go home and rest."

"I'll bring the car around," said Andrea. She walked at speed to retrieve it, while Adam sat with Holly in case her condition got worse. When Andrea returned, Samantha jumped into the front passenger seat, and Adam got into the back with Holly.

A bus approached, the male driver blasting Andrea with the horn for blocking the bus stop. Already impatient, Andrea was not in any mood for this. "I'll be two seconds, keep your fucking hair on!" she yelled, giving the bus driver an obscene hand gesture, before getting in the car and driving away.

"Wasn't it a great morning?" exclaimed Samantha, her question to the other teenagers genuine.

While Holly was too sick to care or respond, the twin brother and sister rolled their eyes, Andrea momentarily looking at Adam, their expressions both reading, "Is she serious?" The morning was a disaster, an absolute disaster. They had been yelled at, sworn at, belched at, abused, been mistaken for people dead since the First World War, treated like side-show freaks and had dogs set upon them, and now Holly was having an asthma attack. One – just one – Jehovah's Witness publication had been given away, and this may or may not be used as toilet paper by the young female heavy metal fan when she sat on the toilet and emptied her bowels.

Andrea pulled the car to a halt in the O'Brien's driveway, and Mrs. O'Brien, a tiny blonde woman scarcely five foot tall came out to greet them. Samantha, her height, full figure and skin color looking terribly out of place against the woman she called 'Mom', gave her a mother a huge hug, as though she had not seen her in a year or more.

"Holly's having an asthma attack," Andrea explained, as Adam guided Holly's thin, wheezing frame out of the back of the car.

"Let's get you upstairs then," said Mrs. O'Brien. Mrs. O'Brien, Adam and Andrea took Holly upstairs, Samantha following ineffectively behind. Holly removed her shoes so she was barefoot, and got onto the top of the bed, plumping up the pillow against the bed-head. The teenager positioned herself so she was sitting upright and got comfortable, raising her inhaler to her lips.

"I'll bring you some water," said Mrs. O'Brien.

"Thanks Mom," smiled Holly.

It was at this exact moment that something extraordinary happened to Adam. While looking at Holly as she sat on her bed trying to get her asthma under control, it was like a bolt of lightning hit him. He had known Holly his entire life, and while he liked her as a person and felt sorry for her due to her health problems, he had never entertained a single romantic thought about her. Sure, Holly was pretty, but she was not exactly the only pretty girl in the world, and even if a gay man was asked to describe Holly in five words, he would no doubt use pretty or choose from any number of synonyms for pretty. 

A feeling of warmth filled Adam's body, and the space between himself and Holly seemed to be filled with a wonderful, rose-colored haze. The sunlight that shone through Holly's bedroom window illuminated her hair, which now to Adam were ivory tresses that accentuated her beauty. His mind running at a million miles per hour, Adam thought how every part of Holly was beautiful, from her hair down to her dainty bare feet.

"I'll get some water if you like," Adam blurted out. Without waiting for a reply from Mrs. O'Brien, Adam sprinted downstairs, grabbed a jug and filled it with cold water, and brought this and a glass upstairs.

"Thank you, Adam," said Mrs. O'Brien.

"Thanks Adam," smiled Holly, fluttering her eyelashes through her thick glasses and struggling to find her voice through her asthma as Adam poured her a glass of water, then set the jug down on her nightstand.

"It's my pleasure," Adam assured Holly, wanting to hold her hand while she recovered from her asthma attack, but knowing he could not do so.

"We'll just leave you to get some rest, Holly," Mrs. O'Brien said, her standing with Adam, Andrea and Samantha in the hall opposite Holly's bedroom. Adam cast a quick glance into the room, and felt a little guilty at the pleasure he felt when Holly momentarily changed her position on the bed, her legs open at the knees for about a second, briefly exposing the white cotton of the panties she was wearing.

"I have to go to the bathroom," said Samantha, going across the hall and closing and locking the door behind her.

"So, we'll see both of you and your parents at Kingdom Hall tonight and for bible study on Tuesday evening?" Mrs. O'Brien asked.

Neither Adam nor Andrea really wanted an evening at Kingdom Hall or of bible study, but wanted to be polite. However, before either could answer, they were distracted by the splashing, trickling sound of Samantha urinating on the toilet. Andrea opened her mouth to speak, but was too distracted by the sound of Samantha's pee stream going into the toilet bowl. Adam and Mrs. O'Brien were equally keen to talk about other things, but the sound of Samantha peeing had got into their own heads, and they stammered and stuttered, while trying to think about anything else.

Behind the bathroom door, Samantha sat on the toilet. Her lemon dress was hitched up around her waist, and her white cotton full-brief panties down around her ankles. The girl's knees were open, showing a luxurious triangle of black pubic hair that grew over her mound and between her legs. Like many African-American girls, Samantha's vulva was black on the outside, but the interior was bright pink in color.

Samantha's stream of yellow urine continued to flow unabated from her urethra, tinkling into the toilet bowl.  Finally, Samantha's pee began to subside, and a few splashes came out of her bladder, this turning to drops. With an empty bladder, Samantha unwound some toilet paper, the sound of this also audible to the people in the hallway, and wiped her wet vagina, dropping the wet tissue into the bowl. Samantha stood up off the toilet, the plump, rounded cheeks of her bare bottom visible in a mirror. The teenager pulled up and adjusted her panties, smoothed down her dress, and flushed the toilet, before washing her hands and exiting the bathroom.

With the sound of the toilet cistern refilling continuing, Samantha joined in the conversation, saying how much she was looking forward to Kingdom Hall tonight and bible study on Tuesday. As Adam and Andrea left, Samantha threw her arms around each of them, even though they would be seeing each other in just a few hours' time.




Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 02



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - In this second installment of this teen romance, Adam woos pretty albino Holly, while his Sapphic sister Andrea fantasizes about African-American Samantha, while taking advantage of being a girl to engage in voyeurism with her classmates and friends. 

There is plenty to like in this chapter for readers who love panties, feet, voyeurism, mixed-race erotica and girl-on-girl, not to mention a trip back in time to the 1980s.

All events and characters depicted are fictional, and similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental. Only characters aged 18 & over are involved in sexual activity.

*****

Andrea's eyelashes fluttered and her pretty blue eyes opened from sleep on the Sunday morning. Waking up, the teenager thought about Samantha. If she was annoyed by Samantha, things were back to normal. If she still found Samantha's irritating personality endearing, or was turned on by her, things were not back to normal. The answer to this was reached very quickly, when Samantha appeared in her imagination sitting in front of her, wearing normal clothes on her beautiful black body including a short pleated skirt, her legs open to show the teenager's white panty-covered crotch. Andrea's clitoris tingled. Things were definitely not back to normal.

During breakfast that morning, Andrea, wearing a blue sweater and tight jeans, sat with her parents and Adam, pondering if Adam was developing a crush on Holly, or if the strange way he had been acting around her yesterday was just something she had imagined.

"How is that economics assignment coming along?" Bill Smith queried his son, while reading the newspaper.

"Not great," Adam admitted. "I don't think I'll ever be any good at it." He paused and then smiled. "You know who's really good at economics? Holly O'Brien. She always gets straight A's. She wants to be an accountant."

"Maybe you should ask her for some study tips," Bill suggested, returning his attention to his newspaper.

Andrea smiled, her mother noticing straight away. "Is something amusing you, Andrea?" Cindy Smith asked.

"No Mom," said Andrea.

"You certainly seem to find something funny," said Cindy. "How are you going reading that book for English?"

Andrea was not really one for fiction, preferring to read non-fiction. This novel was about the most boring book Andrea had ever had in her hands. She had struggled to read barely a third of it. 

Andrea's mind thought back to yesterday and the rude girl in the heavy metal tee-shirt who had said that she was going to use the Jehovah's Witness publication as toilet paper. Andrea thought that would be the best use for the novel, placing all copies of it in the school in the girls' bathroom for them to use as toilet paper. She again laughed.

"What is with you this morning?" Cindy queried, regarding her daughter with a sharp expression.

Andrea would have loved to have said, "What's your problem with me being happy, Cindy?" but did not. Instead, she said, "Nothing."

"Well, I think that after you clear the breakfast table and do the washing up, you can study that novel, and your brother can work on his economics assignment," said Cindy firmly.

Adam and Andrea sighed, and got to work clearing up the breakfast dishes, both taking as long as possible to put off studying. "I think the dishes are clean enough," their mother warned them. The twins reluctantly went to their bedrooms to study.

Andrea took off her shoes and lay on her bed, her knees bent, swinging her bare feet back and forward attempting to read the novel without falling asleep. Adam's head swam at the economics assignment, his task not helped by an imaginary, miniature Holly who sat at various points of his desk, pretty as a picture in a variety of different outfits, most significantly barefoot in a white bra and white panties. 

Adam shook his head. How had he developed such a huge crush on Holly so quickly? He had known her his whole life, why suddenly now? It wasn't although he had met the pretty girl for the first time yesterday, and felt an immediate attraction. Again thinking of Holly, Adam wondered if she was feeling any better now, and unable to get this out of his mind, decided to give her a call.

Seeing her brother taking a break from his study, Andrea decided to do the same. Following Adam downstairs to the kitchen, her footsteps quiet due to being barefoot, Andrea paused as he picked up the telephone and dialed the number. Adam's face appeared nervous, his breathing heavy, as though he, like Holly, also had asthma. Andrea stayed back out of sight, listening in to the call.

"Oh hi, is that Holly?" Adam asked, his face showing relief when it was obviously Holly on the other end. "It's Adam, Adam Smith. I was just calling to see how you were."

Adam listened to Holly's reply. "It's great that you're feeling better now. I don't think we'd better call on that guy with that huge dog again, do you?" Adam laughed at her reply. They talked for a few minutes, before Adam said, "Well, I'll see you at school tomorrow. Bye Holly."

Andrea made her appearance just as Adam hung up the phone. "So, how is Holly?" she asked, a hint of teasing laughter in her voice, emphasizing the word 'Holly'.

"Why do you ask?" asked Adam, concerned that his sister might have picked up that he had developed a crush on Holly, something he wanted to keep to himself.

"Adam, you were talking on the phone to Holly, and I asked you how she was," said Andrea. "I don't know why you're getting so defensive."

"I'm not defensive," blurted Adam.

Andrea rolled her eyes and smiled, pouring herself a drink of juice, before going back upstairs to resume reading the boring novel. Adam likewise struggled with his economics assignment, and by mid-afternoon, it was still an absolute heap of crap.

Finishing studying for the afternoon, the twins came back downstairs to see their mother coming into the house, holding a blue bow in her hand. "I found this in the car," said Cindy Smith. "Is it yours, Andrea?"

"No Mom," said Andrea.

"It belongs to Holly," said Adam. "Yesterday she was wearing it when we arrived to collect them, but it must have fallen off in the car, because she wasn't wearing it when we were door-knocking. I'll give it back to her at school tomorrow."

"Thank you Adam," said Cindy, handing her son the hair bow and going on her way. Andrea looked at her brother and began giggling.

"What is it?" Adam asked his sister.

"Since when do you notice what Holly wears in her hair?" asked Andrea. "It sounds like you have a thing for Holly."

"No, I don't," said Adam, feeling panic that Andrea had already worked out how he felt.

"Yes, you do," said Andrea. "This whole weekend it's been 'Holly this', and 'Holly that' and 'Isn't Holly great?' You've got a crush on her as wide as the Grand Canyon."

"I don't have a crush on Holly," protested Adam. "I mean, I think she's very nice, and she's pretty, and I like her as a person, but that's all."

"If you said that in court under oath you'd be charged with perjury," said Andrea. "Of course you're going to deny that you like Holly, if you really do have a crush on her."

"Okay, I do have a crush on her," said Adam, hoping his sister would stop talking. Adam wanted to talk about Holly more than any other subject in the world, but without anybody finding out that he really liked her. "If I really did like her that way like you say, I wouldn't say that, would I?"

"Doesn't it feel great to tell the truth?" teased Andrea as she walked through into the kitchen, leaving Adam hoping that his sister would not gossip about it in school.

*

Adam put on a tee-shirt, jacket, jeans and sneakers for school on Monday morning, while Andrea wore a pink sweater, black bubble-skirt and white ankle socks and sneakers on her feet. Their father wore a suit for the office, and their mother a business skirt, blouse and a jacket with shoulder pads so wide that she looked like she played football as a line-backer for a women's team.

"Your skirt is kind of short, don't you think?" Cindy said to Andrea.

Andrea ignored the comment, used to her mother criticizing most things in her life, and not wanting to debate the issue on a Monday morning. Arriving at school, Andrea saw Adam's eyes roaming the corridor, and could easily guess what, or to be more specific whom, her brother was looking for.

Adam's face brightened when the petite figure of Holly appeared from around a corner, dressed in a white hooded jacket, purple jeans and white and purple sneakers. Samantha, dressed in a dark blue pleated skirt, blue sweater, with white socks and sneakers was alongside her. Seeing the two girls side by side really showed the disparity between them. When seen with their parents, who like their biological daughter Holly were short in stature, the adopted Samantha looked more and more like a bird in the wrong nest.

Andrea shook her head as Adam made a beeline for Holly. "Hi Holly, how are you?" he asked, ignoring Samantha completely.

Holly smiled. "Oh hi Adam, good thanks. And you?"

"Great," said Adam. He reached into his pocket and took out Holly's blue bow. "I think you left this in the car on Saturday."

"Oh, thanks Adam, I was wondering where that had gotten to," said Holly taking it from him, Adam feeling the teenager's soft, white skin as their fingers touched momentarily.

"Hi Adam," said Samantha, giving him a wave.

"Hi," said Adam dismissively, his attention fully fixed on Holly, who was walking to her locker. Adam joined her. "So, what is your first subject this morning?"

"Human biology," said Holly, reaching into the locker and taking out the huge textbook for the subject. "How about you?"

"Gym," said Adam. "I'll walk with you, let me carry that for you."

"Thanks," said Holly, handing him the textbook, Adam stealing a glance at Holly's pretty purple eyes through her thick glasses, and feeling like he was walking on a cloud as he walked next to Holly through the high school corridors. He would have loved to have held Holly's hand as they walked together, but this was obviously not possible. 

"Have you finished the economics assignment?" Adam asked conversationally.

"Yes, I finished last week," said Holly. "I love economics, but there would be a bit of a problem if I didn't, with me wanting to become an accountant. What about you?"

"I have to admit, it's not going so great and due tomorrow," said Adam. "I really don't like economics. I have to stop myself falling asleep most of the time."

"You should be good at economics with your name," said Holly. "Really, really good at economics."

Adam looked puzzled, and Holly laughed good-naturedly. "You didn't get that?" she asked.

Adam shook his head. "No."

Holly again laughed. "You really are bad at economics, aren't you? Adam Smith. Adam Smith's economic theories?"

"Oh, of course," said Adam, also laughing. 

"Why don't you come over to my house after school?" suggested Holly. "Like I said, I love economics, so if you'd like, I could go through the assignment with you?"

Adam was delighted at the thought and had to restrain himself from jumping up and down with joy. "Thanks Holly, as long as that's okay?"

"Of course it is," said Holly, taking the human biology book. "So, this is my class. I'll see you later, Adam."

"Catch you later, Holly," said Adam, watching as Holly turned and went into her classroom, Adam admiring the shape of Holly's bottom through her purple jeans. Then, with a spring in his step, Adam made for the gymnasium, adrenaline pumping through his body as he thought of Holly.

*

Andrea and Samantha walked along the corridor together, Andrea heading for history, and Samantha geography. "I can't wait for the conference in spring break," Samantha was saying. "It's less than two weeks now. And we've got the open day at Kingdom Hall next weekend. I'm so excited about that too, aren't you?"

Some other students looked at them as they walked by, and while image-conscious Andrea would normally have gotten as far away from Samantha as she could, this time she stayed with her to admire Samantha's big boobs pressing against her sweater, and her cute bottom accentuated by her pleated skirt. That Andrea was looking at her in this way was something Samantha was clueless to. However, it didn't mean Andrea wasn't embarrassed by what Samantha was talking about.

"Um, Samantha, why don't we talk about Jehovah's Witness things after school?" suggested Andrea.

Samantha looked puzzled. "Why? I'm really proud of the work I do to serve Jehovah, and you should be too, Andrea."

Some boys passed by, and sniggered. Andrea blushed, but didn't really expect a different reaction from Samantha. Looking cool, or restricting information to a need to know basis, did not seem to occur to Samantha at all. 

It was like the time Holly was away from school ill, not an uncommon occurrence, but the explanation 'Holly's sick today' should have sufficed. There was no need to tell everyone that the reason Holly was sick was that a new type of asthma medication she had tried had not agreed with her, causing Holly to have severe vomiting and diarrhea. 

"I'll see you later Andrea, this is my class," said Samantha, turning and walking upstairs.

"See you later," said Andrea, staying at the bottom of the stairs and casting quick glances upstairs at Samantha's long, shapely legs from the hem of her pleated skirt down to her white ankle socks and sneakers. As Samantha climbed higher, a new, wonderful sight came into Andrea's view; Samantha's panties, white with pink elastic that covered Samantha's crotch and bottom.

Andrea looked longingly up Samantha's skirt, getting damp inside her own panties as she imagined taking Samantha's panties down, stroking her pubic hair, and fingering and licking her vagina and anus, before turning and going to her own class.

*

Andrea's two best friends at school were Rebecca Levy and Gabriella Rodriguez, most usually called Gabby, and the three girls shared calculus class before lunch. Rebecca was a tall, slim pretty dark-haired Jewish girl, with a good figure like Andrea. Gabby was also slim and very pretty, with sultry Latina looks, and today both she and Rebecca wore bubble skirts and sweaters like Andrea.

When lunch commenced, Andrea, Rebecca and Gabriella paid a visit to the girls' room. They selected stalls next to each other, closed and locked the doors and each girl lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the toilet, three pee streams audible as the girls urinated.

The girls talked as they continued to use the toilets, each of them unwinding toilet paper from time to time as they required it. "I really need to work on that novel, so I'm going to stop by the library after school," said Andrea. "Did you want to come as well?"

Gabby's voice was heard first. "Sorry, Andrea, I have to take my sister to the dentist. And I have to say, I'd rather do that than work on that book. It is so boring, even by Mr. Walsh's standards."

"Yeah, it nearly put me in a coma," agreed Andrea. "How about you, Rebecca?"

"Sorry, I have to help my mother with my younger brother's Bar Mitzvah preparations," said Rebecca. "Or to be more exact, I have to try and stop my mother going insane over David's Bar Mitzvah. She's turned crazy. When I had my Bat Mitzvah, and Hannah had her Bat Mitzvah, it was all very low key, and now she's planning this huge thing that nobody, especially David, wants. However, I'm with Gabby, I'd rather do that than have anything to do with the book."

"That's okay, I understand," said Andrea, who reflected on how much her parents disapproved of Rebecca and Gabriella, simply because they were respectively Jewish and Roman Catholic. She thought back to when they were younger, and how she was prohibited by her mother from attending Rebecca's Bat Mitzvah, even though they had been friends for years. During one particularly heated argument between mother and daughter a few years after that, Cindy had accused Andrea of 'deliberately choosing Jewish and Catholic friends just to be difficult'.

As had been the case with so many girls in her life recently, Andrea had also been observing Gabby and Rebecca differently, finding their feminine figures very inviting, although she had never once considered doing anything about it. This afternoon was going to be great as they had gym class after lunch, and this meant changing their clothes and showering afterwards. Andrea's clitoris tingled in anticipation, and she looked down at her white panties around her ankles.

She thought about Rebecca and Gabby's lowered panties, and was unable to resist taking a peak. Andrea leaned forward on the toilet and glanced to under the stall partition to her right where Gabby was on the toilet, Andrea's eyes taking in Gabby's lemon-colored panties around her ankles. Then Andrea glanced to her left, observing Rebecca's panties that were white like her own. The sensations between Andrea's legs got stronger and stronger. 

Andrea straightened herself up, and the sound of the three girls unwinding toilet paper a few times in succession to finish was audible. Andrea, Rebecca and Gabby pulled up their panties, smoothed down their skirts and flushed the toilets, each girl opening the door and vacating the stall she had occupied. 

They washed their hands, and made for the cafeteria, which as usual was crowded. Collecting their trays, Andrea, Rebecca and Gabby sat at a table. The girls were talking when Andrea noticed Samantha with her tray, looking around the cafeteria for a place to sit. Normally Samantha ate lunch with her sister, not something Holly seemed to enjoy, but today Holly was at a track team meeting during lunch so Samantha had nowhere to sit.

She looked hopefully at where Adam sat with his friends and there were two spare seats, but the guys quickly invited one of the group's younger brothers and his friend to sit with them, the two boys looking pleased that as freshmen they were sharing a table with seniors.

Samantha glanced at a large table occupied by jocks and cheerleaders. There was space there, but Chrissie and her blonde friend Courtney, red-haired Donna and raven-haired Misty, saw Samantha and spread themselves out to prevent anyone else sitting there.

Feeling sorry for Samantha, Andrea stood up and called out to her. "Samantha, there's a spare seat here if you'd like it."

"Oh, thank you so much, I'll be right over," called Samantha, making haste for the table.

Gabby and Rebecca exchanged a puzzled glance and an expression that read, 'What is she doing?' Like most other students at the school, they had no time for Samantha, and usually Andrea seemed to agree with this method of thinking. Holly was okay, a bit quiet, kind of mousy but nice enough, but what made Samantha so irritating was that she always meant to do the right thing, but was incapable of doing so. Now their friend was actively inviting her to join them for lunch.

"Hi Gabby, hi Rebecca," Samantha gushed, taking her place at the table.

"Hi Samantha," said Rebecca flatly.

"Yeah hi," said Gabby.

Rebecca and Gabby could not believe what Andrea had subjected them to in the lunch break, Samantha as usual talking non-stop about things she should probably keep to herself. They looked at Andrea, who seemed oblivious to this, unable to comprehend this sudden turn of events. Normally Andrea bitched non-stop when subjected to Samantha for any length of time, and now this?

The two girls were relieved when lunch finished and they made their way to gym.

"What was all that about?" Rebecca asked Andrea.

"Sorry?" asked Andrea.

"You inviting Samantha to have lunch with us," said Rebecca. "Have you gone insane?"

"Yeah, don't ever do that again, ever," said Gabby.




Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 02



"Oh come on, she's not that bad," said Andrea.

"Yes, she is," said Gabby. "Holly is okay, Samantha, not okay."

"Yeah, she's a bit naïve ..." Andrea began, but Rebecca cut her short.

"A bit naïve? That's like saying Alaska is a 'bit cold' or the Sahara desert is a 'bit warm'."

"Maybe Samantha will surprise all of us one day?" suggested Andrea.

"She never fails to surprise me, and that's the problem," said Gabby. "Is she deaf? Can't she hear what she's saying?"

The girls went into the change-room, and Andrea felt herself getting hotter and hotter as they got undressed to change into their gym clothes. With their shoes, socks, sweaters, tee-shirts and skirts removed, Andrea, Gabby and Rebecca were now all barefoot in their underwear.

In unison, the teenagers removed their bras and stood with their bare breasts exposed, Andrea feeling her pussy tingling at Rebecca's perfect, rounded C-cup breasts, and Gabby's B-cup breasts, the same color as her mocha-colored Latina skin, with dark nipples and areole. Then down came the girls' panties, exposing Andrea's triangle of blonde pubic hair. The curls of Rebecca's brown pubic hair that covered her mound and crotch were a delight to Andrea's eyes, as was the dark pubic hair that grew in abundance over Gabby's pubic mound and between her legs.

Andrea deliberately waited a second until after her friends to get her sports clothes, so she could get a glimpse of the firm cheeks of their bare bottoms, then took her own clothes. The trio of teenagers bent over to pick up and put on their sports briefs, their legs slightly open to show their tight pink vaginas and further back their even tighter anal openings. Andrea, Rebecca and Gabby finished dressing, and made their way out to the sports field. The skies over Portland were still blue, but a build-up of clouds on the horizon indicated rain later in the day.

The girls were glad when the sun continued to shine throughout their class, and when they went back to the change rooms to shower, Andrea's pussy tingled in anticipation. As she unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties, she was just one of thirty eighteen-year-old girls doing the same. Surrounded by barefoot, nude nubile teens with bare breasts of different sizes, bare bottoms and bushes of pubic hair of various colors, Andrea stepped under the warm water pouring from the showerhead, the other girls likewise getting under the showers in the large open room.

Directly across from her were some of the cheerleaders; Chrissie, Courtney, Donna and Misty, all nude with Chrissie and Courtney's blonde pubic hair indicating that like Andrea this was their natural hair color, and Donna and Misty sporting red and black pubic hair respectively.

Rebecca stood to Andrea's left and Gabby to her right, thoroughly washing the sweat from their bodies with plenty of soap, cupping water to wash between their legs and between the cheeks of their bottoms. Andrea did the same, needing far more water when washing her pussy as she was so turned on, waves of pleasure pulsing from her clitoris and making her vagina wetter and wetter. The only thing to Andrea that would have made shower time hotter would have been the presence of Samantha, her beautiful black body naked under the showers with the rest of them.

Showers finished, the girls got towels and went to dry off, Andrea observing Rebecca drying her pubic hair with her towel, then Gabby did the same. Andrea followed suit, some wet pussy juice getting onto the towel when it made contact with Andrea's vagina.

The girls all dressed, and with school out for the day, Andrea said goodbye to Rebecca and Gabby before going to catch the bus. The Oregon skies had turned gray, and Andrea felt a few large droplets fall as she waited at the stop. Two young men drove past, and seeing the pretty young blonde in a tight sweater and short bubble skirt, wolf-whistled her.

Andrea again felt hot between her legs at the attention she received from the guys, and confused, sat down on the bench. She was definitely not straight, if she was, she would not get such pleasure from observing girls naked and in their underwear. However, if she was a lesbian, she would not get turned on by guys, and her only sexual encounter in life to date was with a guy, which she really enjoyed. Was she bisexual? Possibly, although she was not about to discuss it with anyone. Andrea imagined going to her mother and saying, "Hey Mom, guess what? I'm bisexual." A stroke would be the most likely outcome of this.

*

Adam breathed heavily as he made his way up the path to the O'Brien house and rang the bell. After a few seconds, the door was answered by Holly. She was dressed as she was in school, in her white hooded jacket and pretty purple jeans, but had removed her sneakers and was barefoot. The teenager smiled, this making her pretty face even more beautiful, her purple irises sparkling through the thick lenses of her glasses.

"Hi Adam, how are you?" Holly greeted him, letting Adam inside the house.

"Hi Holly, great thanks," said Adam.

"Looking forward to economics?" she asked, leading him into the kitchen to get some water.

"Yes," said Adam. It was only half a lie. He was looking forward to spending time with Holly, but wished that economics were not a part of this. 

Holly finished pouring the water, and Adam assisted her with taking the glasses upstairs. "Are your parents or Samantha here?" he asked.

"No," said Holly, shaking her head. "Dad is at work, Mom's visiting my aunt and Samantha's having a driving lesson, which means it is a good time to be away from the roads."

Holly and Adam both laughed, but a guilty expression came over Holly's face as she sat down on her bed. "I shouldn't laugh at Samantha struggling with learning to drive," she said. Holly indicated her glasses. "Without these, I would be the most hopeless driver on the road."

"I'm sure your eyesight isn't that bad," said Adam.

"Yes it is, it's terrible," said Holly. "I'm like Mr. Magoo's daughter." She reached up and removed them from her face, and handed them to Adam. "Try them on and see."

Adam put on Holly's thick-lensed glasses, and the room became a fuzzy blur, everything in it an ill-defined shape. "I can't see a thing," said Adam, handing the glasses back to Holly.

"That's right, so you can see how bad my eyes really are," said Holly. She replaced her glasses, and picked up the economics book. "Let's start here ..."

In class, Adam struggled to stay awake during economics, but when Holly explained things, it seemed so much clear and more logical, not to mention interesting. While Adam had to admit he was biased, Holly was very good, and clearly understood what she was talking about. They had been studying together for close to an hour, when Holly stood up. "I just need to go to the bathroom," she said, walking across the hall, closing and locking the door behind her.

Holly walked over to the toilet, lifted the lid, unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and pulled them and the white, cotton full-brief panties with large pink flowers she was wearing down to her ankles, exposing her pubic mound covered in white curls of pubic hair and her bare bottom. The teenager sat down on the toilet, her knees together, her bare feet poking out under the hems of her purple jeans and began to urinate, the sound of her pee stream echoing around the bathroom. Unwinding some toilet paper, Holly opened her legs to wipe her wet vagina, and remained sitting on the toilet to relieve the uncomfortable feelings in her back passage. When Holly unwound more toilet paper, she felt the soft white toilet tissue tickling her vagina as she wiped herself, and the girl squirmed on the toilet seat, her toes clenching on the tiled floor at the pleasurable feeling.

Continuing to use the toilet, Holly looked down at her jeans, panties and bare feet and thought about Adam. She had known him all her life and always thought he was handsome, and while he was always nice to her, he never seemed interested in her that way. Now, and she was not entirely sure as she had never had a boyfriend or been permitted to date in her life, it seemed like Adam had a crush on her the way he was behaving. Holly told herself she must be mistaken; nobody would ever have a crush on skinny, sickly, albino Holly, with her thick glasses and bad asthma problems, much less a good-looking guy like Adam.

In any case, Holly told herself as she again advanced the toilet roll, it may never happen as her parents strictly controlled both her and Samantha's personal lives even though the girls were both eighteen. With a daughter who was pathologically naïve, and another who had health problems that had earned the taunts of many bullies in her life to date, their parents were very protective, and while neither Holly nor Samantha had been asked out on a date yet, their parents would either refuse or strictly control the situation even if they did give permission.

In the bedroom, Adam listened in amazement as he heard Holly peeing, the sound echoing as had been the case with Samantha when she used the same toilet the other day. He reminded himself that he shouldn't be listening to this, but it was impossible not to hear, unless he picked up Holly's Walkman and put it on. Adam found it hard to believe that Holly, the girl he had a crush on and occupied so many of his thoughts was partially naked across the hall, her cute jeans and panties down around her ankles, her bare bottom on the toilet seat, so close to him and yet so far away.

When Adam heard Holly unwinding toilet paper for the first time, he expected her to flush the toilet and return, but when she remained in the bathroom and he heard her unwinding toilet paper from the roll again, he realized she might take a little longer. His mind remained fixated with Holly's panties, and then the thought came to him that he was in her bedroom. Holly was on the toilet, none of her family was home and there was her chest of drawers. Could he find some of Holly's pretty little panties in there? He could take a peek, and nobody would ever know. His conscience told him not to, but with a massive erection, Adam's sexual desires got the better of him, and he walked over to the chest of drawers.

Opening the top drawer, Adam struck gold straight away; this was indeed Holly's underwear drawer. It was well organized; in the center were two of her B-cup bras, one white and one pink. Adam thought about Holly putting them on, encasing her bare breasts and fastening them at the back. To the right was something way more private; a white plastic packet with mauve flowers and "16 Adhesive Panty Pads" prominent on the front. One of the white, feminine, rectangular objects was visible in the open packet, and feeling guilty about seeing Holly's sanitary napkins, Adam turned his attention to the left side of the drawer. There they were. Several pairs of Holly's full-brief cotton panties. Adam's erection throbbed in his underpants.

With trembling hands, Adam reached into the drawer and felt the softness of the pair of Holly's panties that were at the top of the pile. These panties were white with big pink flowers, identical to the ones Holly was wearing today, but Adam of course had no way of knowing this. He stroked the cotton and looked at the pair next to them, pure white panties. Adam took these panties in his left hand, and the flowery ones in the right and felt the double-cotton of the saddles, imagining these panties covering Holly's crotch.

Hearing Holly unwinding toilet paper three times in a row, Adam guessed that the girl might be close to finished, and this was confirmed a few seconds later when the sound of Holly putting down the lid and flushing the toilet was audible. Adam hastily put Holly's panties back in the drawer and shut it, sitting back down to conceal his erection. He heard Holly wash her hands, then she returned adjusting her panties through her jeans.

"How have you been going reading those case studies?" asked Holly.

"Um, really good, thanks Holly," said Adam, frantically trying to pick up where they had left off.

"I might give you a quick test to see if you've really been studying," smiled Holly. She lay on the bed on her stomach, her knees at a 90-degree angle, swinging her bare feet back and forward, looking through the text-book.

Adam's erection subsiding was not made easy by Holly's nubile little figure on the bed in front of him, her pretty face with her cute glasses smiling, her jeans showing off her shapely bottom and legs, her white bare feet in the air, but economics helped somewhat, and when the study session was over and it was time to go home, Adam could stand without embarrassment.

"Thank you so much, Holly," said Adam, as they went downstairs.

Holly smiled. "It's my pleasure."

"You should teach the class," said Adam. "You really made it sound straight-forward and interesting."

Holly smiled shyly and blushed. "I don't know about that."

It was raining heavily now, and Adam put up his umbrella as he exited the house. "Well, thanks again Holly, and I'll see you at school tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow Adam," said Holly, giving him a wave as she closed the door. Adam almost danced to the bus stop, such was his delight at spending the afternoon studying with Holly. And tomorrow he would see her again at school, then again at the O'Brien's house when they went to bible study with their parents.

*

During this time, Andrea had been studying at the library with a trio of girls she knew from the local Catholic school. These were Morgan, a tall, pretty girl with long red hair; Michelle, a pretty and petite Asian girl with long black hair and Nicola, a beautiful, dark-haired Italian-American girl. Like Andrea, these girls were all aged 18, and seniors. Their uniforms were immaculate; dark blue blazers and matching ties, a blue tartan skirt with a white blouse and on their feet black Mary-Jane shoes with white ankle socks.

As usual, her mother disapproved of Andrea being friends with girls who attended Catholic school, but Andrea didn't care; in fact the more it annoyed her mother, the better it was. 

"Oh, you're reading that book," said Morgan, looking at the cover in distaste. "How are you finding it?"

"Boring as boring," said Andrea.

"I thought so too," said Morgan. "I might buy a copy if I suffer from insomnia."

"It put me to sleep," said Michelle, "and normally, I love to read."

"I rented the video," confessed Nicola, "but even that was boring, and as it turned out, quite different from the book, so I got a D for the assignment."

The girls laughed and continued to study, talking about movies, music and fashion that interested them. Andrea felt a bit left out when Morgan, Michelle and Nicola discussed their upcoming prom, but did not let it bother her too much. They finished their study session, and all four required a visit to the ladies' room before heading home.

Andrea followed the three girls to the bathroom, admiring their fine figures in their Catholic school uniforms. Several weeks ago, she had seen far more of them, when the high school and the Catholic school had a combined sports event. All the girls participating had had to shower together afterwards, and Andrea had seen Morgan, Michelle and Nicola nude. Water had cascaded down Morgan's fair skin, over her D-cup breasts and to her red pubic hair and shapely bare bottom. Likewise, Michelle's little A-cup breasts, her neat black pubic hair and bare bottom had looked great covered in water and soap, as had the swarthy skinned breasts and buttocks of naked Nicola, a forest of dark curls over her mound and between her legs. When the three girls emerged dripping wet from the showers that day, they had bent over in unison to pick up their towels, their vaginas and their tight anal openings visible from behind. Andrea felt her vagina buzzing at the memories.

The female bathroom contained four toilet cubicles, all vacant, and the girls went into each of them and closed and locked the doors behind them. They lifted their skirts and pulled down their panties to their ankles, sitting on the toilets with their shoes, socks and panties visible under the doors and partitions, Andrea's white sneakers contrasting with the Mary Jane shoes the Catholic girls wore.

The sound of the four girls urinating filled the bathroom, and this was replaced by the intermittent sound of them unwinding toilet paper from the roll holders in their stalls as they continued to sit on the toilets. They continued to talk amongst themselves, and as Andrea looked down at her panties, like at school with Gabby and Rebecca, could not resist taking a peek at her friends' panties under the stalls.

Accidentally-on-purpose dropping some toilet paper on the floor, Andrea leaned forward to pick it up and glanced under the partition of her stall. Her eyes took in three pairs of Mary-Janes, three pairs of white ankle socks and three pairs of lowered panties. Morgan's panties were white like Andrea's, Michelle's white with blue flowers and Nicola's light blue with pink elastic. Sitting up again, Andrea felt wetter and wetter between her legs, and her face went pink.

Andrea was the first to finish. She stood up, pulled up her panties, and flushed the toilet. As she washed her hands, Michelle flushed the toilet and emerged to wash hers too, the girl adjusting her panties through her skirt. They waited, and a minute or so Nicola flushed the toilet and the door to her stall opened, the girl washing her hands.

The door of Morgan's toilet stall remained closed and locked, the trio waiting and waiting, before finally Nicola spoke up. "Hey Morgan, what's taking so long?"

They heard Morgan unwinding more toilet paper, and her sarcastic reply, "What do you think is making me take so long?"

"We'll miss the bus, the way you're going," said Michelle.

"Don't get your panties in a bunch, I'll be finished soon," said Morgan.

The girls continued to wait, and then Nicola said, "Are you sure you're okay in there?"

"Just hang on will you?" asked Morgan impatiently. They heard her advancing the toilet roll several times, and then she flushed the toilet, pulling up her panties and emerging, washing her hands.

"It's just like at home, with my parents, six brothers and sisters and grandparents," complained Morgan. "Every time I'm on the toilet, I have people knocking on the door to ask me questions. I'm like, 'I'm happy to answer your question when I'm not in the bathroom, but please can you leave me in peace and privacy when I'm sitting on the toilet?'"

"Well, the amount of time you take in the bathroom Morgan, they probably don't get any other time to ask," laughed Nicola.

Morgan also saw the funny side and laughed, and the girls exited the ladies' room and packed up their books. The rain outside was heavy, and a blocked drain had caused a large puddle between the library exit and the bus stop. There were equally large puddles to the side, and they were going to get very wet shoes walking through there.

Reaching down, the four girls all removed their shoes and socks, wading barefoot through the puddles to the bus stop. Getting under cover, Morgan took a washcloth from her purse and dried her bare feet, passing it down to Michelle, then Nicola and finally Andrea. The teenagers put on their socks and then their shoes, caught the bus, and bade each other goodnight at their respective stops.

In bed that night, Adam masturbated under the covers, a certain young albino beauty by the name of Holly the star of his sexual fantasies. In the next room, the index finger of Andrea's right hand was deep inside her vagina, circling her clitoris. A cast of attractive female characters; Gabby, Rebecca, Morgan, Michelle, Nicola and the cheerleaders filled her mind's eye; however when she reached orgasm, the star of the grand finale was the naked figure of Samantha.




Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 02



*

The following morning, Andrea wore jeans and a sweater to school, her mother's comment upon leaving for work being, "Don't you think those jeans are a bit tight?"

Arriving for school with Adam, Andrea again saw her brother's face light up when Holly, dressed in nicely in a blue shirt, and a short skirt, stirrup pants and flat-heeled shoes, all black in color, stood at her locker getting text books and files sorted out for the day.

Andrea thought to herself, "Please don't go running at her Adam, and probably scaring the poor girl." Adam was making his way over to the object of his desires, when she put the file she was looking at under one arm, and fumbled for her asthma inhaler. Trying to get it out of her purse, the file slipped out from under Holly's arm, and in her desperation to catch it, the girl lost her balance and went sprawling. Holly's glasses came off, fortunately not breaking when they hit the ground, and her inhaler went flying out of her hand. The file flew open and Holly's notes went everywhere.

Being separated from her inhaler when she was wheezy, and without her glasses, Holly began to fret, tears welling in her eyes. Seeing how distressed she was, Adam ran forward, put out his hand, and guided Holly onto the bench, picking up her glasses and her inhaler, placing the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the inhaler in her hand.

"Thank you so much Adam," said Holly, adjusting her glasses and taking a puff of Ventolin. "That's my worst nightmare, not being able to find my inhaler without my glasses." She looked at the floor, and her papers flying everywhere. "And that's my other worse nightmare," she lamented.

"Hey, don't worry about it, I'll take care of it," said Adam, jumping to his feet and rescuing the papers, which were blowing around in the breeze while Holly got her asthma under control.

"Thanks again," said Holly, as Adam got all of the paperwork together. "Now comes the fun part, sorting it out into order again."

"We've got a while until first period, why don't we go to the cafeteria, and I'll give you a hand?" suggested Adam.

"As long as that's okay with you," said Holly.

"Of course it is," Adam assured her. "I mean, we have economics first up together anyway."

Adam took Holly's books, and walked with her along the corridor, full of triumph. It may not have been one of the world's greatest rescues of all time, but he had helped out Holly, and now he got to spend some more time with her. Again, he wished he could take hold of Holly's hand, but again, Adam knew this was not possible, at least not at this stage.

Beside Adam, deep inside Holly's underwear her nipples and her vagina tingled at how this great looking guy she had known for years was paying her so much attention, and being so nice to her. She felt the saddle of her panties getting damp, and day-dreamed of what things would be like if they really were boyfriend and girlfriend.

At the locker area, Andrea went through her books, shaking her head at the way her brother had rescued the damsel in distress. She paid little attention when the sound of a toilet flushing was audible from the girls' room, followed by running taps, but Andrea certainly paid attention when it was Samantha that emerged.

Samantha wore a dark blue tracksuit top and matching track pants, with a hairband this same color and white sneakers on her feet. "Hi Andrea!" she called, giving her a huge wave and running over.

"Hi Samantha," said Andrea.

Samantha looked around. "Where's Holly?"

"She fell over and lost her glasses and inhaler, and dropped one of her files," said Andrea. "Adam gave her a hand, and she was okay."

"Really, I missed all that?" asked Samantha. The girl again over-shared. "When we got to school, I had a bathroom emergency, and really had to run for the toilet to have a poo-poo. I didn't hear anything in the girls' room. Talking about your brother and my sister, have you noticed that Adam has been really nice to Holly these last few days?"

"As a matter of fact, I have," said Andrea. She feigned ignorance. "Why do you think that is?"

Samantha's eyes went wide. "I think Adam has been reading his bible ahead of the convention, and being extra super special nice to Holly from interpreting Jehovah's word. It's only just over a week to convention now. I can't wait, I keep counting down the days. I'm sure you do too?"

"Yes, I can't wait," said Andrea, playing along to be polite.

"Maybe Adam will be super special nice to us, just like he is to Holly?" Samantha suggested.

"Maybe." Andrea hoped, more than anything else in the world, that Adam was not 'extra super special nice' to her in the same way he was to Holly. As siblings, this would be a deeply disturbing prospect. Andrea again looked at Samantha, and realized that the girl honestly believed what she said, that Adam had been reading the bible, and was being nice to Holly because of a passage of the scriptures he had read.

Part of Andrea wanted to sit Samantha down and explain, "My brother has a crush on your sister, and from what I saw this morning, it may not be one-sided. Adam wants to take Holly out on dates, he wants to hold hands with her, to kiss her on the lips, and make out. He wants to take Holly into the bedroom, get undressed and get into Holly's bra and her panties. He wants to see your sister's boobs, her pubic hair, her bottom, her vagina and her anus. He wants to insert his penis into Holly's vagina and move back and forward until they both have orgasms. He wants to go down on her pussy, and get her to perform fellatio on him. He wouldn't say no to Holly giving him a hand job, while he fingers her between her legs, followed by them jumping in the shower together."

However, Andrea did not say any of those things for three reasons. Firstly, it was way too disturbing to talk about her brother that way. Secondly, even if she did, a teacher would over-hear her, and she would end up in the vice-principal's office, and then detention with a letter to her parents. Thirdly, Andrea thought maybe it was better to leave the clueless Samantha in the dark, blissfully naïve to the way things worked in the real world.

Both Andrea and Samantha were starting the day with English, and the two girls walked to class together, Andrea tuning out as Samantha talked non-stop about the upcoming conference, a welcome to new congregation members on Saturday, and the bible study meeting tonight. 

Instead, Andrea's attention turned to Samantha's bottom, the girl's plump buttocks looking most inviting through her track pants, her panty lines also visible. Andrea knew that one hard tug of Samantha's track pants would pull them down to her ankles, and she fantasized about doing just this; grabbing Samantha's pants and her panties, and yanking them down to her ankles so the teenager's bare black bottom and curls of black pubic hair were exposed in the middle of school. Andrea imagined what it would be like to part the cheeks of Samantha's bare bottom to expose her tight little anus, before inserting one of her fingers deep into Samantha's bowels, kneeling down and pulling Samantha's crotch to her face, eating out her pussy in front of the entire school. 

It was enough to ensure Andrea endured English with a damp panty saddle, a fate shared with Holly further up the corridor in economics, the pretty petite albino stealing sideways glances at Adam, and thinking how great it was going to be, with such a great looking guy who seemed to like her at her parents' house tonight.

*

In the late afternoon, the Smith family were on their way to the O'Brien family house for bible study. Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien let them in, as they were the first to arrive. Samantha, who had changed out of the tracksuit she had worn to school, now wore jeans and a sweater. Her feet were bare, Andrea admiring the smooth black skin on top, and the soft pink skin on the underside of her toes and soles. 

Holly wore the same clothes she had at school, but like her sister was barefoot, Adam loving the way the stirrups of Holly's leggings fit tight around the arches of her pretty feet. Andrea owned stirrup pants and often wore them barefoot around the house, but obviously as she was his sister he did not notice them in the same way.

The O'Brien girls behaved pretty much to form, Samantha throwing her arms around the Smith family, Andrea embracing her tightly so she could feel Samantha's tits pressed against her own, while Holly was more reserved in her greeting. Andrea, however, could not miss the shy little smile Holly gave Adam, the girl twirling a lock of her hair in her fingertips at the same time.

Everybody was setting up, and Adam and Andrea volunteered to go and collect the sodas from the storage room outside. Exiting the house through a sliding door, the twins' eyes were drawn to something that previously wouldn't have interested them all that much, but now it did very much so.

The object in question was the O'Brien's washing line. Mrs. O'Brien had obviously done a load of washing during the day, and now the family's clothes were hanging out, one family member's clothes on each of the four lines. To be specific, the whole clothes line and everything it contained did not interest them, with the teenagers not really noticing Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien's clothes. It was the clothes of their teenage daughters that interested them, and to be exact Holly's underwear to Adam, and Samantha's underwear to Andrea.

That the clothes for each teenager were on different sections of the line, and that Samantha's bras and panties were larger than Holly's, made it easy to tell them apart. The bras were interesting enough, covering Samantha's big black breasts and Holly's small white breasts when the girls wore them, but it was Holly and Samantha's panties that were more interesting.

All of Holly and Samantha's underpants were full-brief, cotton panties. However, they had a multitude of colors and designs for each girl. Both had some pure white, pink, blue, lemon, light green and lilac panties, and some floral designs were also evident. Holly had a pair of white panties with big pink flowers and another pair with smaller blue flowers, while Samantha was the inverse, having one pair of white panties with big blue flowers, and another pair with small pink flowers on the white fabric. Of the other white floral panties, Samantha had a pair with purple roses, while Holly had a pair with yellow roses. One pair of Holly's panties had polka dots the same colors of the rainbow, and Samantha had a pair with oranges and lemons as the print. Each girl also possessed a pair of panties with a sea-scape print; star-fish, sea-horses and shells covering the white cotton, with blue panty elastic around the legs and waist.

While getting the sodas, Andrea and Adam thought more and more about what Holly and Samantha's teen panties were used for. They pulled them up each day to cover their pubic hair, bottoms and private, feminine areas, the double-cotton of the saddles absorbing the moisture of their vaginas. They took them off when they changed their clothes, bathed or showered. When Holly and Samantha went to the toilet, they would be pulled down to around their ankles, and when the girls finished and stood up, they would pull them up again and adjust them around their pussies. When Holly and Samantha were having their periods, they would adhere sanitary pads to the saddles of their panties to wear for the duration of their time of the month.

Thinking about Samantha's panties made Andrea get damp in her own pink panties, while Adam felt his cock stirring in his underpants from looking at Holly's panties so much, but he was able to avoid getting a full-on erection. Taking the sodas back inside, Adam and Andrea saw that Holly and Samantha had put on shoes. The others arrived, and the bible study commenced for the next few hours, with a brief break for refreshments.

Adam got an unexpected pleasure, when Holly accidentally knocked some chips onto the floor. The girl retrieved a dustpan and brush and squatted down to clean them up. From his angle, Adam was able to see up her skirt, the lines of her panties, and far better the shape of her vagina, visible through the tight black fabric of her stirrup pants.

At the end of the evening, Mr. O'Brien said, "It will be a really big day for us on Saturday at Kingdom Hall, so any help would be appreciated."

"What can I do to help out?" asked Adam, seeing an opportunity to spend the day with Holly. He would have to go anyway, so working with Holly would be a bonus.

"Well, there's a lot to do catering wise, and Holly and I would appreciate some assistance there," said Mrs. O'Brien. "We need a strong young man to lift and carry things, that's for sure."

"Count me in," said Adam.

Andrea looked at Samantha. "Are you helping your mom and sister with the catering too?"

Samantha shook her head. "No, I'm handing out pamphlets and publications."

"I can help with that, if you would like," said Andrea.

"Excellent, it's good of you both to be so keen," said Mr. O'Brien.

Bill and Cindy Smith looked at their son and daughter, and then each other in puzzlement. Normally, it took a considerable effort and a debate to get them to help out at Kingdom Hall. Why were they so keen to help out on Saturday? Both parents thought that maybe the faith of their kids had improved, but were still suspicious, while Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien suspected nothing. It was only Andrea that knew that her brother had a thing for Holly, and her own lesbian fantasies about Samantha were a deeply locked away secret.

*

The week passed by, with Adam keeping up with his routine of walking Holly to her first class of the day, and they had lunch together in the cafeteria twice. Andrea, to the dismay of both Gabby and Rebecca, invited Samantha to their table a number of times, and both girls pondered what was up with their friend inviting a girl she had always been annoyed by into their group.

Saturday dawned to cloudy skies and a humid day. Andrea dressed in a pretty pink dress, a pink hair band giving her a prim and somewhat demure look. Arriving at Kingdom Hall, she and Adam saw that the O'Brien girls were dressed similarly. Samantha wore her lemon dress with a matching hair band, and Holly her pale blue dress, her white hair pulled back with a light blue headband.

Their panties even matched, something Andrea was able to observe when Holly and Samantha walked up the staircase together and saw that Holly was wearing light blue panties, and Samantha lemon panties. A person who took Andrea's place at the bottom of the stairs when the girl walked upstairs a couple of moments later would have seen that the cotton panties that covered her pussy and bottom were the same shade of pink as Andrea's dress.

Andrea worked with Samantha all day, handing out and talking about Jehovah's Witness literature, although she was more interested in the way Samantha's big breasts bounced up and down in her dress. Another thing that held her attention was the way her brother swooned over Holly, seemingly intent on capturing the title of America's greatest fawner. However, it was obvious that the girl was reciprocal to Adam, and although it was impossible to see Holly's eyes from a distance due to her thick glasses, Andrea saw her casting longing gazes at Adam several times during the day.

Samantha, as usual, missed the obvious, but on this occasion she was not alone. Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien, and Bill and Cindy Smith were so busy they seemed not to notice the interest their daughter and son respectively were showing in each other.

When the day was finished and everyone was cleaning up, Adam regarded Holly's petite little figure, and decided it was time to take the plunge. He wanted to ask Holly out on a date, but getting her alone was the hard part. Opportunity arose when they took out some trash needed to go out to the dumpsters, and while this was hardly romantic, it was possibly the only chance.

"I had fun today," Adam commented, throwing a large bag into the dumpster.

"So did I," smiled Holly.

Adam drew his breath and caught his nerve. "Um Holly, I was wondering if you would like to go out some time? To a movie or to lunch, or something?'

Holly smiled, delight filling her pretty face, this replaced with a look of uncertainty. "Thanks Adam, I'd love to go out with you, but there's a bit of a problem, or to be exact two problems."

"What are the problems?" Adam asked, hoping he could resolve them in some way.

"My parents."

"Oh, your parents," said Adam. "What if I spoke to them, asked for permission?"

"My parents are really protective of me, Dad especially," said Holly. "Even though I'm 18-years-old, they say that while I live under their roof, it's their rules. I can talk to them and try and convince them to let us go out together, but it may take some time."

"I understand," said Adam, hoping that Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien would see reason, and permit him and Holly to date.

"I think I might be able to convince my parents that we can go out together, but you know that they will watch me like a hawk, and we won't have much latitude?" said Holly.

"Yes, but I'll be on my best behavior," Adam assured her.

"There's one really good thing," said Holly. "My parents don't know about this yet, so as long as we're careful, we can have some fun." Holly fluttered her eyelashes through her glasses, and put a seductive smile on her pretty face as she walked over to Adam.

Adam leaned down so their faces were close together, and the teenagers kissed on the lips, shallow at first, but then with increasing passion as their tongues intertwined and they made out. Adam wrapped his arms around Holly's petite frame, and they continued to make out, Adam getting hard and Holly getting damp in her panties as her vagina responded.

The teenagers thought they were alone as they made out, but what they didn't know is that there was a witness to their romantic rendezvous. Fortunately, it was not either of their parents, nor Samantha, but Andrea, who had found a bag of trash that had been left behind and dutifully taken it out.

Turning the corner, she had seen her brother and Holly with their arms around each other, French-kissing deeply. Andrea had turned without detection, and returned inside. Adam was obviously happy with himself, Andrea thought. She doubted Mr. O'Brien would be very happy if he caught Adam and his teenage daughter making out together near the dumpster, but that was their problem if they got caught. Andrea was going to say nothing about what she had seen.

When Adam and Holly returned a minute or so later, both looked like cats that had got the cream, although dressed so smartly in his suit, and with pretty albino Holly looking prim with her glasses and nice blue dress, nobody could have dreamed what they had been doing. 

Adam felt like he was going to implode from happiness. When returning from outside, he had taken Holly's hand in his, and when out of view of any others, they had walked hand in hand. While holding hands was relatively minor, it gave him such a thrill.

Andrea wasn't as happy. Adam liked Holly in a normal, heterosexual way and even if her parents were protective of her, they could hardly be totally surprised that a guy would want to date their 18-year-old daughter. And more big ticks in Adam's favor was that he was obviously a Jehovah's Witness, and Holly liked him. 

For Andrea, things were way more complicated. Did Samantha even think about sex at all? She doubted it. And Andrea could hardly go up to Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien and say, "Guess what, I like your other daughter sexually. I want to get into Samantha's panties, perform lesbian sex acts on her, and then get her to do the same to me." Mr. O'Brien would probably drop dead from a heart attack, and Mrs. O'Brien committed to a mental institution in a catatonic state.




Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 03



INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Welcome to the final chapter of Jehovah's Witness Romance, with plenty of steamy sex - both Sapphic and straight - to conclude this story series set in the late 1980s.

All characters and events are fictional with similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental, and only characters aged 18 & over engage in sexual activity.

Hope you enjoy. 

***

School finished for spring break on the Thursday afternoon, and the O'Brien and Smith families would be setting off for the conference in Seattle the next morning. Inside Holly O'Brien's bedroom, the pretty albino girl -- looking unbelievably cute in a pair of blue overalls with a white tee-shirt and sneakers with her hair styled in long, loose pig-tails - sat on her bed. Next to her was Adam, his muscular right arm holding her petite figure tight. Holly leaned her head against his shoulder, before the teenagers kissed deeply, leaning back on the bed to make out.

After a couple of minutes, the teenagers -- Adam's penis straining against the fabric of his underpants, fully erect, and the saddle of Holly's panties getting damp -- unlocked their mouths to draw breath. While stroking Holly's beautiful white hair, Adam asked, "Are you sure your parents and sister will be out for as long as you think?"

Holly laughed, and repositioned her glasses on her cute nose. "Relax Adam, they will be out for a long time. They're having a conference with the driving school Samantha's been having lessons with, trying to work out why after all this money, she's no better as a driver and the last instructor refused to teach her any more. Believe me, it will take a while."

Adam and Holly leaned back on her bed, Adam taking Holly in his arms, the teenagers lying close together. Holly giggled when she felt Adam's erection against her buttocks. "Down boy," she said.

"Sorry," said Adam. "You just have that effect on me."

"It's much easier for us girls when we get excited," said Holly, stroking Adam's hand with one of her own dainty fingers.

"Yes, you never have situations where you can't stand up," said Adam, to which Holly laughed again.

While kissing the back of Holly's neck, Adam asked, "So, have you spoken to your parents yet, about us dating? I'd be happy to come and ask your father's permission."

"No, not yet," said Holly. "And please don't come and ask my dad for permission to date me, whatever you do. Not until I give the green light. He's a little um, well, you know?"

"He doesn't like me?" asked Adam.

"Well, it's not that he doesn't like you," said Holly. "I just think you shocked him when you told that joke after Kingdom Hall a few months ago, and Dad was right behind you."

Adam cringed, remembering his huge faux pas. With a captive audience of teenagers, Adam had told a vulgar, distasteful and sexually explicit joke about a gay rhinoceros. Andrea had collapsed with laughter at the punchline, unable to stand and close to wetting herself, and similar laughter from the others. Adam had likewise laughed at his own joke until he turned and saw Mr. O'Brien, the man having heard every word and completely unimpressed.

"I can't believe that's still coming back to bite me on the ass," said Adam. "It's not as though I told you or Samantha the gay rhinoceros joke."

Holly rolled her eyes through her thick glasses. "I don't want to hear the gay rhinoceros joke, thank you. It sounds really gross. As for Samantha, I think it would have gone over her head. She probably would have thought that the rhinoceros was happy, I mean literally happy."

"So your father is never going to forgive me over that one thing?" asked Adam.

"You just need to build up some credits with my parents," said Holly. "The way you helped out at Kingdom Hall on Saturday, a big plus. I made sure I told them about how you helped me out when the dog chased us, and at school when I tripped and lost my glasses and asthma inhaler. All you have to do is be on your best behavior at the conference in the next few days, and I think that my parents might just think of you as a good boyfriend for me."

"And then, after I ask your father's permission, we can date?" asked Adam. "I mean, really date?"

"Yes, of course," said Holly, "but you and I know both know the rules, we'd be watched very closely, and chaperoned. And we probably won't get many chances to do what we're doing right now."

Holly rolled over so she was facing Adam, and again the teenagers French-kissed, their tongues deep in each other's mouths, their hands running over the other's clothes. After another long session of making out, Holly looked at her bedside alarm clock and said, "I think they might be on their way back now, so I think we call it a night."

"Yeah, it is getting late," said Adam. "I might need a couple of minutes, though." He indicated his groin.

Holly giggled. "I might have to put the garden hose on you."

When Adam's erection finally subsided, they made their way downstairs holding hands. "Thanks for coming over help me interpret those passages of the bible I was having trouble with," said Holly.

Adam's face showed confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"That's our cover story, if anybody happens to notice you were here," said Holly. "We were discussing the bible on the way home from school, I was having some problems with some sections, and you came in for a soda to help me interpret them. My parents just love it when Samantha and I read the bible and ask questions, so if they think you were here for that, there's no problem."

"That's a good back-story," said Adam. There seemed to be more to Holly than the vulnerable, frail albino girl with bad eyesight, struggling with asthma and prone to illness, he had known his life. There was something of a devious streak inside her, not large, but enough to make her interesting. "Well, I guess I'd better behave myself in Seattle for the next few days."

Holly nodded. "Yes, you need to behave yourself when our parents and elders are around. But staying at a nice hotel in a different city, you never know what might happen when we're alone." She smiled suggestively, took Adam's left index finger, placed it in her mouth and gently sucked on it. "So don't be too good when there's nobody else around."

Adam felt short of breath as he bade Holly goodnight with a sensual kiss, and made his way home. Did Holly mean that she was open to having sex during the conference? Like so many girls, Holly was enigmatic, never saying it exactly. It would be presumptuous to assume that they would have sex given that apart from secretly making out they hadn't done any more, but worse would be if the opportunity arose, and he was unprepared. Either it wouldn't happen, or it would and several months later Holly would be waddling around with a very pregnant stomach. That would sure impress her parents. 

Deciding it would be best to take precautions, Adam took a detour into a pharmacy. While nerves ran through his body, leading Adam to purchase toothpaste, mouthwash, sticking plasters and headache tablets, Adam finally got up the courage to buy a packet of condoms, and hid them in his jacket pocket as he went home.

*

The drive from Portland to Seattle began early the next morning, with the Smith family meeting the O'Brien family at their house, and both cars driving up together. Adam wore stone-washed jeans, a white tee-shirt and running shoes. Andrea an orange tee-shirt with a sleeveless black jacket, short black skirt, black stirrup pants, orange head-band and black flat-heeled shoes.

Adam and Andrea's eyes went wide at the sight of Holly and Samantha respectively when they arrived at the house. Samantha wore the same short blue pleated skirt she often wore to school, with a blue and white sweater tight around her big breasts, and white sneakers and ankle socks. Andrea hoped that their hotel involved climbing stairs, lots of stairs.

If Holly looked cute to Adam the previous day wearing overalls and sneakers, today she looked even better dressed in a bright pink shirt, short black skirt and pink pantyhose that matched her tee-shirt, with black flat-heeled shoes on her feet. Holly's hair was tied back in a pony-tail with a pink ribbon, looking especially cute with her glasses.

"Oh, stop drooling," Andrea thought to herself, as her brother made his usual beeline for Holly, and then being exceptionally nice to her parents. She observed Adam try to hide his discomfort as the overly-enthusiastic Samantha hugged him, but Andrea herself sought out Samantha's tight embrace, loving feeling their tits pressed together, albeit with two bras, two shirts, one jacket and one sweater between them.

The drive through the Pacific North West forests linking Oregon and Washington states was a nice one, aside from some noisy, speeding logging trucks, although when the two cars pulled into a roadhouse to get gas, both Adam and Holly were extremely relieved. Adam regretted drinking the last of the tropical juice at home before setting off as his bladder now felt close to bursting. In the back of her parents' car, Samantha next to her reading the bible, Holly felt discomfort in her own bladder and the need to pee that became more urgent with each mile, especially when the teenager also felt the call of nature from her rectum.

The two cars stopped at the pumps, Mr. Smith and Mr. O'Brien talking as they filled the cars. Mrs. Smith and Mrs. O'Brien likewise talked as they stretched their legs, with Samantha bouncing out of the car, keen to discuss some interesting passage of the bible with Andrea, who likewise was stretching her legs.

Adam thought that his sister would be anything but impressed by this, but to his surprise Andrea was polite and actually seemed interested. He shook his head in puzzlement. Was Andrea becoming more patient and tolerant? He always found Samantha to be the most irritating person he had ever met, with his twin having even less tolerance for her, but now Andrea was being so nice to her. What was the deal with this?

At the moment, he and Holly had more important things to worry about, the teenagers looking for the restrooms and locating the signs, walking and talking together on the way. The ladies' room was located first, and Holly pushed open the door, Adam continuing the short distance to the men's room.

The female bathroom was a single room with one toilet, a sink and a sanitary disposal bin, another bin for paper towels near the dispenser at the door. Holly locked the door and walked towards the toilet, but through her thick lenses her eyes picked up the nightmare of any girls who need to sit on the toilet. This was an empty cardboard toilet roll on the dispenser, with no paper. Holly looked around the bathroom for a spare roll of toilet paper, but saw nothing.

Frustrated, the teenager opened the door pondering what to do next. Further up, Adam was about to open the door to the gents, when he saw Holly exit the ladies' just seconds after entering, and guessed something must be wrong.

"Is everything okay?" he asked Holly.

"Adam, there's no toilet paper," Holly called back.

"I'll see if there's some in the men's room I can get for you," Adam said, opening the bathroom door and stopping immediately at the ear-wrenching sound of vomiting coming from the only stall, which was locked. More retching was heard, followed by what sounded like a tidal wave of vomit going into the toilet bowl.

Holly looked dismayed when Adam stepped out empty-handed. "None in there either?"

"No -- well, I couldn't actually see. There was a guy in there throwing up big time."

Holly looked repulsed. "Ew."

"Don't worry, I'll get you some tissues," said Adam, keen to again be the knight to Holly's damsel-in-distress. "I'll be right back."

"Thanks," said Holly, hoping Adam would be back soon. 

Adam sprinted for the car, flung the door open and found the object he was looking for -- the rainbow colored tissue box. The tissues inside were a variety of colors as the box suggested; green, pink, blue, yellow, white, brown, orange and lilac. Adam grabbed a huge handful of the soft, multi-colored tissues, and sprinted back to Holly. Andrea saw this series of events, and suppressed laughter. "My brother the biggest hero in America," she thought.

Holly smiled and gratefully accepted the tissues from Adam. "Thank you so much," said Holly, opening the door to the ladies' room again.

"It's not a problem," Adam assured her, making for the men's room again and hoping the man who was vomiting was gone.

Holly closed and locked the bathroom door and placed the handful of tissues on the toilet cistern. She lifted her skirt to show the white panties with pink flowers she wore over her pink pantyhose. She pulled down her top pair of panties, and then her pantyhose, to show a second pair of panties that she wore underneath, these ones pure white. Holly pulled her second pair of panties down to her ankles displaying her white pubic hair in the process. The girl sat down on the toilet, sighing in relief, knowing the uncomfortable feelings in her bladder and bowels would soon be gone.

In the men's room, Adam stood at the urinal having a pee, while the man in the stall kept vomiting and vomiting. Adam zipped himself up and flushed the urinal and washed his hands, just as the man in the cubicle flushed the toilet and emerged. He was a very fat middle-aged man, roughly dressed in a red check-shirt, jeans and boots with a peaked cap, which indicated he was employed at a logging company.

"Nice day," the man slurred to Adam, staggering out of the bathroom, clutching his enormous stomach. Adam also exited the men's room, and watched in dismay as the man made his way to a huge logging truck, took a huge mouthful of cola which he swirled around his mouth before spitting out like mouth-wash. The man then got into the rig, started it, and drove the massive vehicle out of the truck stop, turning out onto the main road. Adam hoped very much that the truck driver's vomiting was caused by food poisoning, not from alcohol consumption, given the size of the fully-laden truck he was driving out on the road.

At the fuel pumps, everyone waited for Holly until she returned from the toilet a few minutes later, and the drive to Seattle resumed. Upon arrival at the hotel, they checked in and went to their rooms, the hotel and others around the city very busy with Jehovah's Witnesses in town for the convention.

The room Andrea was sharing with Holly and Samantha contained a single bed which Andrea would be using, and a bunk bed, where Holly was taking the top bunk and Samantha the bottom. Initially, Andrea would have preferred to have shared with her two cousins Cathy and Lisa, the daughters of Cindy Smith's sister, so irritating had she found Samantha. Now she was glad to be sharing the same room with the O'Brien girls, not that she imagined that anything interesting would happen with Samantha. In any case, Cathy and Lisa were very quiet and boring girls, never saying anything much unless it was about religion.

Adam was also sharing a room similar to his sister; one single bed and a bunk-bed. Adam had the single bed and his and Andrea's cousins Cody and Luke, the sons of Bill Smith's brother, had the bunk beds. Cody and Luke were 18-years-old like Adam and Andrea, and identical twins, tall with light brown hair and brown eyes. They always ate, walked and even spoke in unison, the twins completing a sentence together many times.

A perfect example of this arose when Adam asked the perfectly simple question as to whether they were looking forward to visiting the Seattle Space Needle on a sightseeing expedition in the afternoon. Cody and Luke looked at each other, smiled and began their response.

"Yes," Cody started.

"We are really looking forward to going to ..." continued Luke.

"...the Seattle Space Needle," resumed Cody.

"It will be interesting ..." said Luke.

"...to see the Seattle skyline, Mount Rainer ..." said Cody.

"...and the Cascade Mountains from so high up." Luke finished.

Adam shook his head, and went out on the sightseeing trip with everyone else. Cody and Luke again started and completed each other's sentences when they saw the sights from the Space Needle. Adam looked at Holly, and Holly back at him. This evening offered a chance of some sorts for them to get away from the others and spend some time together, as practically all of the parents were going out to the opera -- which lasted four hours plus travel, having a coffee afterwards and the like. Their female cousins Cathy and Lisa were going out for the evening with their equally boring boyfriends, chaperoned by a young Jehovah's Witness couple in their early 20s, despite the fact that the girls had been dating for some time. However, it was what to do about Cody and Luke that was the problem.

As everyone was going to dinner that evening, Adam spoke to Cody and Luke. "So, what would you like to do this evening? I sure am glad I'm not going to the opera, how about you?"

Cody and Luke looked Adam up and down before responding.

"We are going to the opera with Mom and Dad," began Cody.

"We thought it would be interesting ..." continued Luke.

"...to see a different type of performance art ..." resumed Cody.

"...than what we are used to," Luke concluded.

Adam could barely conceal his delight. "Good for you, I hope you have fun."

"I think ..." responded Luke.

"...that we will have fun," Cody finished.

Seeing Holly standing looking at a map of Seattle in the lobby, Adam guided her away to a quiet corner so they could not be overheard. "I can't believe it, Cody and Luke are going out to the opera with my aunt and uncle," he said in delight.

Holly smiled a cute little smile. "Yes, it's good for us. Probably not so good for Cody and Luke though, when they find out how boring opera actually is." The girl glanced upstairs, seeing her parents descending into the lobby with Samantha. "My parents are nearly here, so how about we meet up for a game of pool at seven thirty?"

"Seven thirty is great," said Adam, trying to contain his excitement.

Seeing her parents were still some distance away, Holly leaned forward and whispered into Adam's ear. "Here's the really good bit. I have never played pool, and I don't intend starting tonight."

With that, the pretty teenager turned on her black shoes and walked in the direction of her parents and sister. Adam tried hard not get an erection at the sight of Holly from the back, her slim figure looking so good in pink and black, her pony-tail accentuating her cuteness. Adam pondered what delights they could get up to tonight.

It was fortunate for the teens that the only person to over-hear their conversation was not a parent nor any of the other older Jehovah's Witnesses, but Andrea passing by on her way to the toilet. As the pretty blonde teenager went into the ladies room and sat on the toilet with her stirrup pants and panties around her ankles, she shook her head. It was obvious what her brother and Holly would be getting up to tonight.

At dinner, Adam and Holly were seated next to each other, when Adam felt a foot rubbing against his lower leg. He glanced under the table. Holly had removed her left shoe and was discretely rubbing her dainty foot, her pretty toes covered in pink nylon, up and down his leg. Adam felt his groin stirring in response, and like in economics at school, took to clock-watching, desperately wishing that the time of 7.30 would arrive.

After dinner, Adam went to his room, sat on his bed, and counted down the seconds until his watch struck 7.27. Getting off the bed, Adam made his way on trembling, nervous legs to the games room, which to his relief contained no other people. He stood waiting at a pool table for the petite figure of Holly to arrive.




Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 03



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Holly, Samantha and Andrea had returned to their room when dinner finished, and their parents went out to the opera. The teenagers had all removed their shoes, and were lying stomach down on their beds reading, their legs bent at their knees, swinging their feet back and forth.

Andrea and Samantha both had bare feet, the stirrups of Andrea's pants tight around the arches of her feet. Samantha had removed her cute white ankle socks and shoes, and she wriggled her toes, her pink soles and toes contrasting with her beautiful black skin on top. Holly still wore her pink pantyhose, her dainty little feet visible through the nylon fabric.

Andrea was more interested in the two girls opposite than in the book she was reading. Samantha's blue pleated skirt had ridden up slightly, and only just covered the fabric of her panties. If it rode up less than half an inch, Samantha's undies would be in view. Holly, on the top bunk, appeared distracted, and Andrea saw her often checking her watch.

As the time of 7.30 arrived, not to Andrea's great surprise Holly climbed down and slid on her shoes. "I'm just going downstairs for a while. I promised some of the others from Kingdom Hall that I would play pool with them," said Holly, her facial expression looking like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. She collected her purse and asthma inhaler. "I'll catch both of you later."

"See you later," said Andrea and Samantha in unison.

Holly exited and closed the door, and Andrea shook her head and muttered in a voice over-loaded with sarcasm, "Yeah, I know where you are really going."

Samantha looked over, puzzled. "What did you say?"

"Nothing, just talking to myself," said Andrea.

"Oh," said Samantha. The girl thought about it for a minute and then said, "So far as I know, Holly can't even play pool."

"Maybe she's going to learn to do some new things that she's never done before?" suggested Andrea, knowing that Samantha was not going to pick up on this double-entendre.

Andrea's hypothesis was immediately proven correct by Samantha's reply. "Yes, I guess they must be teaching her." Samantha looked across at Andrea. "I've never played pool either. Why don't we go and join them?"

"No, I don't think that's a very good idea," said Andrea.

Samantha's facial expression showed puzzlement. "Why not?"

"Because Holly obviously doesn't want us there," said Andrea. "If Holly had wanted us there, she would have said something like, 'Hey, why don't you come along?' wouldn't she? But Holly didn't say that, so that means she doesn't."

"Oh," said Samantha, looking disappointed. She looked around the room. "So, what would you like to do?"

"How about we watch music videos?" suggested Andrea, reaching for the TV remote control.

Samantha looked horrified. "Holly and I aren't allowed to watch music video shows."

"Well Holly won't be watching it," said Andrea. She was certain that Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien would prefer Holly to be watching music videos than what she was up to at this very moment, but they would never know about that. "Adam and I aren't supposed to watch music video shows either, but what my parents and your parents don't know can't hurt them."

"I guess," said Samantha, looking most uncomfortable as Andrea turned on the television and put on a music channel. Andrea noticed that her pretty black roommate was reluctant to look at the screen, fearful at doing something her parents had forbidden.

After about five minutes, Samantha stood up, Andrea seeing Samantha's white panty fabric under her pleated skirt as she got to her feet. "I have to go to the bathroom." Samantha walked on her bare feet to the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her.

Lifting her skirt to expose the white cotton panties with seascape print she was wearing, Samantha pulled them down to her ankles and sat on the toilet, her knees open to show her black triangle of pubic hair and her black pussy with a bright pink interior. The girl unwound toilet paper intermittently as she used the toilet for the next five minutes, but as the teenager reached for the toilet roll for the sixth time, she saw something fall from her hair and land on her arm.

Casting a casual glance to see what it was, Samantha went rigid on the toilet, her eyes widening and fear filling her face, panic rising in her stomach. Crawling around her upper arm, which thankfully was covered by her sweater, was the yellow and black body of a bee. It had become entangled in Samantha's hair hours earlier during the sight-seeing excursion, and remained un-noticed until now. There was nothing in this world that Samantha feared more than stinging insects -- bees, wasps, hornets and yellow-jackets. She wasn't allergic to them, however the last time she had been stung by a bee, it was on her lower forearm and it had come up in a painful, itchy red lump.

Seeing the bee's abdomen pulsating, as though it was preparing to bury it's stinger into her arm. Full of panic, Samantha screamed out, "Andrea! Andrea, help!"

Andrea, who had only heard the sound of Samantha advancing the toilet roll from the bathroom, was alarmed to hear her panic-stricken voice, and ran to the door as fast as her bare feet would carry her. "Samantha, what's wrong."

"Andrea, there's a bee on me! Please help me, I'm really scared."

"Okay Samantha, just keep calm and don't panic," said Andrea, cool and collected, and always good in a crisis. "I'll help you."

"Please help me," pleaded Samantha, as she watched the bee. "I'm frightened it will sting me."

"I'll be right with you," Andrea assured her.

Andrea collected the room key, a drinking glass and a drinks coaster. "I'm coming in," she said, opening the bathroom door and stopping short slightly breathless. Samantha was sitting on the toilet in her full view, the girl's skirt hitched up and her cute white panties with the seascape design of starfish, dolphins, shells and seahorses she had seen on the line the other day around her ankles and bare feet. 

To Andrea's amazement, Samantha's legs were wide open and her knees far apart, fully displaying her pubic hair and vagina. Andrea tried not to stare, but it was impossible for her not to discretely look at what she had been wanting to see more than anything else in the past few weeks; Samantha's teen pussy. She wished it was in circumstances different to Samantha sitting on the toilet, such as them undressing and getting into bed together or sharing a steamy shower, but this was still pretty hot. Andrea felt her clitoris respond and a dampness in her own panties as she looked at the curls of dark pubic hair that covered Samantha's mound and extended between her legs and Samantha's vagina, her pussy flaps black like the rest of her skin with the interior bright pink.

"Andrea, hurry," pleaded Samantha.

"Okay, keep very still," said Andrea, walking over to the toilet. She pulled Samantha's sweater fabric back from her arm. Samantha squirmed in terror on the toilet, her eyes wide as Andrea scooped the bee into a glass with the coaster, and the insect buzzed around in its glass prison. Andrea glanced downwards at Samantha's bare feet and lowered panties, seeing a cream-colored feminine stain on the saddle of her panties, again getting excited in her own pants.

"Andrea, please get rid of it," begged Samantha.

"Okay, I'll put it out the window," Andrea assured Samantha, opening the frosted glass window, releasing the bee which flew off with loud buzzing into the damp Seattle night. 

"Thank you so much," said Samantha, still oblivious to the fact that she was sitting with her legs wide open, showing off her pubic hair and vagina to Andrea.

"You're welcome, it's no problem at all," Andrea assured the girl. She tried not to look directly at Samantha's pussy as she turned to leave.

Samantha looked down at her panties and froze. In her line of sight were her wide-open knees. Looking down at her crotch, the teenager's face registered horror as she realized that she had been sitting like that the whole time Andrea was in here. She hastily closed her legs, and covered her pubic hair by cupping her hand over her mound, but this was a classic case of closing the gate after the horse had bolted. Her face hot with embarrassment, Samantha wanted to be reassured that Andrea had not seen her pussy. "Um Andrea," she began in a small voice. "You didn't see my um, err, vagina, did you?"

Andrea waited a second too long before replying. "Um, no."

Samantha was mortified. "You did see it."

"No I didn't," said Andrea, trying to sound convincing. "I was worried about catching the bee, I didn't see anything."

Normally, the naïve Samantha was easy to deceive, but there was no fooling her on this occasion. "I know you must have seen my vagina," she lamented. 

"Hey, don't worry about it," Andrea reassured Samantha. "It's not like I haven't seen a vagina before. In fact, I see at least one vagina every day."

The naïve Samantha returned. "Whose vagina?" she asked with a puzzled expression.

Andrea smiled. "Think about it Samantha. Am I a boy or a girl?"

"You're a girl," said the confused Samantha.

"Exactly, so whose vagina do you think I see every day?"

Samantha finally got it. "Your vagina."

"That's right, I see my vagina every day," said Andrea. "I'll just leave you to have some privacy." Andrea stepped back into the bedroom, and closed and locked the bathroom door behind her. She heard Samantha unwinding toilet paper several times as the girl finished, before the sound of Samantha flushing the toilet and washing her hands was audible.

The sound of the cistern refilling still audible, Samantha opened the door and came back into the bedroom, sitting on the bottom bunk of her bed, opposite Andrea. "I am so sorry I was sitting on the toilet with my legs open like that," said Samantha. "It must have been embarrassing for you as well as me."

"It's okay really, there's no need to keep worrying about it," said Andrea. "I think every girl in America has had an embarrassing toilet experience at least once in her life."

"That makes it two in a week for me," said Samantha. "After last period gym class, I was the last to finish having a shower and getting dressed. I really needed to use the toilet, but when I went into the girls' bathroom in the gym, there was no toilet paper in any of the four stalls. I had to go and ask one of the gym teachers for some, and he gave me a dozen rolls of toilet paper out of a storage closet so I could re-stock the girls' bathroom. I was walking through the gym carrying the toilet rolls, and the boys' basketball team, full of great-looking guys was practicing. Anyway, I tripped over, my skirt went up over my waist showing my panties and my toilet paper went everywhere. The guys had to help me pick up the toilet rolls. It was so embarrassing."

Andrea laughed. "Samantha, that sort of thing happens to all of us. About a month ago, I went to the bathroom at home one night. I was sitting on the toilet, and all of a sudden there was a blackout, the power went out and I couldn't see a thing. I had to call to Mom to bring me a flashlight so I could finish."

"Were you embarrassed?" asked Samantha.

"Yes, and it only got worse the next day when Mom was on the phone to Grandma, telling her about how I got stranded on the toilet during a blackout. And this morning, there was no toilet paper in that gas station girls' bathroom when Holly needed to use the toilet. Adam had to get her some tissues to use instead. So as you can see, that sort of thing happens to all girls."

"I didn't see that with Holly this morning," said Samantha. "I still feel embarrassed, though."

Andrea again tried to reassure Samantha. "Don't feel embarrassed. It's just the two of us who know about it, and if we don't tell anyone, it will be our little secret."

"Wow, all these secrets," said Samantha. "First the music videos, and now this."

"All girls have secrets," said Andrea.

"I know I do," said Samantha. "Lots of secrets." 

Andrea was puzzled. Samantha was a terrible over-sharer, and completely naïve. Would she have any secrets, and what would they be? She decided to probe further. "I can't imagine you have too many secrets, Samantha," said Andrea.

"Oh, but I do," said Samantha. "Terrible secrets that I've never told anyone about."

"Would you tell me any of them?" asked Andrea. "I wouldn't tell anyone. We're friends, right? I'll be like a Catholic priest hearing confessions. I won't say a word."

Samantha looked reluctant to speak. "Promise?" she asked.

"Promise," Andrea assured her. The teenagers went and sat on Andrea's bed, and the nervous Samantha found her voice.

"Sometimes I promise my parents I'm going upstairs to read my bible," said Samantha. "But I don't read my bible, I read other books or magazines instead."

Andrea was disappointed. This was hardly an earth-shattering secret, but then again, should she really have expected any different? "Well, that's not too bad," said Andrea. "We all do that."

"Really?" asked Samantha.

"Really," said Andrea. "I do it, and I am 100 percent sure Holly does too."

"I thought it was just me," said Samantha. "But that's not my biggest secret."

"Go on," said Andrea, expecting another minor, trivial thing that Samantha felt badly about.

"Do you promise you won't tell?" pleaded Samantha.

"I promise," said Andrea.

Samantha took a deep breath. "You can't tell anyone about this, but I have always been really jealous of Holly."

Andrea's ears pricked up. This was interesting, and unexpected. Well it could be interesting. Perhaps Samantha's jealousy of Holly stemmed from her sister doing better in a kids' bible class when they were younger, or some other minor thing? Then again, perhaps there was more to it. "You're jealous of your sister?" she asked, trying not to sound judgmental.

If Andrea wanted to avoid a judgmental tone in her voice, she failed. "See, I knew you wouldn't understand," Samantha pouted.

"Samantha, I do understand sibling rivalry," said Andrea, "but why are you jealous of Holly?"

"Because Holly is Mom and Dad's real daughter, and I'm only adopted, they love Holly more," said Samantha, a glum look on her face. "It's not even as though I can pretend that I'm their real daughter. My parents are short fair-haired people; my aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins are short and fair. And then there's Holly, who's not only short, but an albino as well. Finally there's me, tall and black. When we walk down the street together, it looks ridiculous."

Andrea was surprised. How had Samantha kept this, which obviously was a big secret causing her so much angst, to herself for so many years? She tried to be reassuring. "Samantha, your parents love you just as much as they love Holly. You are their real daughter, it's just that you were adopted. They're still your parents as much as they are Holly's."

"Yes, but they always paid so much more attention to Holly with her asthma, her bad eyesight and being albino," said Samantha.

"That's understandable," said Andrea. "Holly has always had a lot of health problems. But I understand it must have been difficult for you."

Samantha nodded. "When I was younger, I used to wish that I had asthma just like Holly."

"You wished you had asthma?" Andrea was disbelieving.

"Yes. Holly would get to stay off school, and Mom and Dad's attention would be all on her when she had an asthma attack. She sometimes had to go to the hospital if her asthma was bad, and she would get to stay over and play and have fun with the other kids there. Then there was her bad eyesight. I was always getting in trouble if I did anything that might damage her glasses, like trying them on to see what they were like. And one time when we were kids, this lady who was writing a book about albino kids rang Mom and Dad, and wanted to interview them and Holly. Holly got to wear her best clothes and sit with Mom and Dad and talk to the interesting lady, while I got sent outside to play on the swing-set."

"That must have felt bad," said Andrea.

"It did," said Samantha, "and when we got older, things only got worse. Holly got better grades, people liked her more and she would do the right thing and get praised while I would try to do the right thing and get in trouble. Then she was allowed to play sports, and I wasn't."

Andrea, like her twin a frustrated athlete who was likewise prohibited from team sports, interjected at this point. Even if Mr. and Mrs. O'Brien had wanted nothing more than for Samantha to be a star athlete, this would never have happened. "I can see your parents' point on that one," said Andrea. "Holly needed to do sports because of her asthma."

"Yes, but I wish I could have played too," said Samantha, oblivious to her lack of sporting talent, cruelly displayed in each gym class. "Then Holly learned to drive really easily, and I still can't get my license at 18-years-old. It sucks, having to rely on my parents or Holly to drive."

"Maybe you'll get your license at your next test?" Andrea suggested.

Samantha shook her head. "I said that the last time, and the time before that, and I still failed. The worst thing is with Holly is that she is so sweet and nice, and I love her. If she was mean or spoiled, I wouldn't feel so bad about being so jealous of her. But because she's so nice, and has so many health problems, I feel so bad."

"Wow, I never would have guessed that in a million years," said Andrea.

"That's not even my worst secret," admitted Samantha. "I can't tell you that one."

"Come on, you've got me on the hook now," said Andrea. "It can't be that bad."

"You won't freak out, or tell?" Samantha implored.

"I promise I won't," said Andrea.

Samantha drew her breath, and Andrea could see she was nervous. "Do you like cute, good-looking guys?" Samantha asked. "You know, guys at school, on TV and at the mall?"

"Yes, of course," said Andrea. Maybe Samantha had been with a guy and felt bad about it? Andrea doubted it, but what else could she be getting at?

Samantha continued. "When you see a pretty girl with them, like their girlfriend, or an actress or co-host on TV, do you ever think that even though the guy is hot, the girl is way hotter?"

Andrea felt her heart racing. Did Samantha mean that she liked girls in a sexual way? Surely not? "What do you mean?" Andrea asked.

"It's kind of hard to explain," said Samantha. "About a month ago, had a dream about one of the cheerleaders at school naked and I woke up feeling all funny between my legs. My panties were wet through, and it had got into my pajamas too. It felt like my period, but way stickier." She suddenly looked all panicked. "I shouldn't have said anything. Sorry, forget what I just said."

Andrea put her arm on Samantha's shoulder. "Samantha, relax, I know exactly how you feel."

"You do?" asked Samantha. "You aren't just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No," said Andrea. "I like pretty girls even more than good looking guys."

"You're just saying that to make me feel better," said Samantha, still unconvinced.

"I swear I'm not," said Andrea. "Samantha, do you ever pretend that you're out on a date with a girl, like a movie?"

"Um, yes," said Samantha.

"Do you ever think how great it would be to hold hands with a girl that you really like?" Andrea queried.

Samantha nodded. "Yes."

"Would you like to kiss a girl, and make out with her?"

"Yes, but please don't tell my parents or Holly."

"I'm not going to," said Andrea, gently stroking Samantha's hair. "Because I think exactly the same way. I like guys, but I like girls even better. I'd love to go out on dates with girls, hold hands with girls and kiss and make-out with girls."

"Wow," said Samantha, her eyes wide. "So, um, what should we do about it?"




Jehovah's Witness Romance Ch. 03



"Well, we can't go to our parents and ask for permission to date other girls, that's for sure," said Andrea. "But I know one thing. I'm alone with a beautiful girl, one of the prettiest girls I know, and she feels the same way." Andrea placed her hand on Samantha's thigh.

"You mean me?" exclaimed Samantha. "Nobody has ever said I'm really pretty before. You're really pretty, but not me."

"Thanks, but you are really pretty too," said Andrea.

"Holly is way prettier," said Samantha. "Plus she's so slim, and can eat whatever she likes without putting on weight."

"Holly is just one of those lucky people that way," said Andrea. "And yes, she is very beautiful but in a different way. Now, let's forget about Holly. We obviously can't go out on a proper date, but we can do the fun things that girls who date other girls do behind closed doors." She took Samantha's hand in her own hand, holding tight and stroking Samantha's palm with her fingers. "Like holding hands." She moved her pretty face to just in front of Samantha's equally attractive face. "And kissing."

Andrea lowered her face into Samantha's and the girls kissed. This was light at first, just on the lips, but their mouths soon opened. Andrea worked her tongue into Samantha's mouth, and the teenagers shared a deep, passionate kiss. Between their legs, Samantha and Andrea's clitorises responded to this by sending pleasurable feelings into each teenager's vagina, and the cotton saddles of their panties began to dampen.

The girls lay back on the bed, still French-kissing, when Samantha indicated for Andrea to stop for a moment. "What about Holly?"

"I don't think Holly likes other girls, I think she only likes guys," said Andrea.

"No, I mean what if Holly comes back?" Samantha asked.

"Good point," said Andrea, hoping her brother was keeping Holly occupied behind closed doors, and that it would last some time. She got to her feet and locked the door. "If Holly comes back, she won't be able to get in, and will have to knock." Andrea returned to the bed. "Now, where were we?"

Samantha had a smile on her face. "We were making out."

"Well let's get back to it," said Andrea, lying down next to Samantha.

Samantha needed no further prompting, and she and Andrea again locked lips. Samantha worked her tongue, bright pink like her palms, the soles of her feet and her vaginal and anal openings, into Andrea's mouth, and the girls again felt the pleasurable response in their pussies.

They wrapped their arms around each other, Andrea running her hand down Samantha's back, feeling her bra clasp through the girl's sweater and tee-shirt. The pretty blonde then felt Samantha's hand move to her bottom, stroking her buttocks through Andrea's skirt, stirrup pants and panties. Andrea thought she would surely awaken at any minute, unable to believe she was doing such sexy and forbidden things with the girl who had been at the center of her Sapphic fantasies of late. 

Beside her, Samantha likewise could not believe what was happening. She had always thought Andrea was so pretty, but Andrea like everyone seemed to be dismissive of her. Then recently Andrea had started being really nice, and now this?

Still moving their hands over each other's clothed young bodies and kissing, the teens felt their bare feet touch each other and began to rub them against each other, Samantha stroking her toes along one of Andrea's soles and Andrea doing likewise with their other feet. The girls giggled as their feet became ticklish, and increased the wonderful feminine pleasures each was feeling between her legs.

"You know what would be really hot?" Andrea asked. "Massaging each other's feet. It feels so good when I massage my own feet, so if we do it to each other, imagine how great that would be."

"It sounds swell, let's do it," said Samantha. She and Andrea sat facing each other and extended their bare feet to the other, Samantha's knees slightly open and showing her white panties up her skirt. Andrea wasted no time in taking the soft flesh of Samantha's feet in her hands, rubbing the soft black skin on top, and the pink skin underneath. She tickled Samantha's toes and caressed her arches and ankles, the teenager giggling in pleasure.

Andrea was getting wetter and wetter between her legs at her own bare feet getting massaged by Samantha. She felt the girl's fingers on her toes and going under the stirrups of her pants. This continued for close to five minutes before the teens, their aroused vaginas dampening their panties more and more, moved back to embrace and make out again.

Caressing on the bed, Andrea said, "Hey Samantha, have you ever smelled your own panties and pretended they belonged to another girl?"

Samantha looked guilty. "Yes. Sometimes when nobody is around I'll take a pair of my panties out of my dirty clothes hamper and sniff them on the saddle. I've never smelled another girl's panties before though."

"I smell my own panties too," confessed Andrea. "But would you like to do it for real? Would you like to sniff the panties I'm wearing right now? I think you would."

"Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it is, I suggested it. As long as you let me smell your panties too."

With that, Andrea got up into a sitting position, her knees bent. She lifted her bottom off the bed, reached up under her skirt and slid down her stirrup pants to her ankles, showing her white bikini-style panties. Then reaching under her skirt again, Andrea pulled her panties down, Samantha's eyes going wide as Andrea's blonde pubic hair and pink vagina came into view.

"Wow, you have blonde pubic hair!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, I'm a natural blonde," said Andrea, spreading her legs wider so Samantha could see more of her snatch. Samantha looked in amazement at the interior of Andrea's wet vagina, her tight anus visible below her vulva.

Lowering her face down towards Andrea's lowered panties, Samantha could already smell Andrea's pussy on the cotton undergarment from several inches away. The musty feminine smell got stronger and more inviting the closer she got to Andrea's panties, and when Samantha took the damp saddle in her fingers and buried her nose into the panty fabric, she deeply inhaled the wonderful aroma of Andrea's teenage pussy, her own teenage pussy responding and making her own panties damper.

Samantha looked at Andrea's panties in more detail. The white cotton had some dried, cream-colored stains from during the day, when Andrea's vagina self-cleansed as it did every day. The more recent dampness, sticky pussy juice all over the cotton, was due to what they had done and Samantha took another big sniff.

"My turn now," said Andrea.

Samantha knelt on the bed, lifted her pleated skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. As Andrea had done before with her, Samantha made sure Andrea got a good view of her pussy, the teenager feeling a mixture of shyness and excitement. Andrea felt in heaven as she looked at Samantha's pussy for the second time that evening, the teenager's tight pink anus visible below her vulva.

Andrea could also smell the wonderful scent of Samantha's teen pussy before her nose reached her panties. The pretty blonde teenager wasted no time in sniffing every molecule of the feminine smells that covered the pretty black teenager's panty saddle. Andrea's nose moved from the dried stains to the sticky, stronger-smelling recent ones, caused by Samantha creaming herself and making a mess in her pristine sea-scape panties due to her engaging in forbidden lesbian activities.

"That was amazing," said Andrea. She pulled up her panties and stirrup pants, and Samantha her panties.

Andrea and Samantha again embraced, their hands roaming over their young bodies. "It was amazing," said Samantha. "You smell so good."

"No better than you," said Andrea, stroking Samantha's hair and kissing her on the face, her bare feet again stroking Samantha's bare feet. She whispered in Samantha's ear, "Let's get undressed down to our bras and our panties."

Samantha needed no further prompting, and she and Andrea eagerly jumped to their feet. Samantha removed her sweater, and Andrea her head-band and her sleeveless jacket. Off came Samantha's tee-shirt, showing the teenager's black torso, her tits encased in a white cotton bra. Andrea reached under her skirt and took off her stirrup pants, then took off her long-sleeved orange shirt so like Samantha she was wearing a bra, skirt and panties.

In unison, Andrea and Samantha took off their skirts, each teen now standing barefoot in her bra and her panties. The girls embraced in their underwear, and kissed deeply, their tongues intertwining in their mouths. Andrea ran her hand down Samantha's back, played with the elastic waistband of Samantha's panties before sliding her hand inside, feeling the wonderful soft skin of Samantha's black buttocks. She moved her hand fully inside Samantha's panties, caressing both cheeks of Samantha's bottom, and sliding her finger between them, feeling the warmth of the skin in her ass crack.

Samantha squirmed in pleasure at having her bottom played with, and decided to repay the pleasure. She pulled back the elastic waistband of Andrea's panties around the girl's back and snuck a quick look at the firm white cheeks of Andrea's bottom. She slid her hand inside, massaging Andrea's butt like Andrea was doing with her, and loving the feel of the warmth between the cheeks of Andrea's bottom.

Taking their hands out of each other's panties, the teenagers again embraced while still standing, then in unison each girl's finger's found their way to each other's backs, and the clasps of their bras. With the teenagers obviously used to wearing bras, they undid the clasps with no effort, pulling away their white brassieres to expose their breasts. Samantha stared in amazement at Andrea's pale C-cup breasts, her pink nipples hard from her erotic excitement. Andrea likewise could not stop staring at Samantha's enormous black D-cup breasts, Samantha's nipples also hard from her excitement.

Andrea and Samantha removed each other's bra completely, and stood naked apart from their panties. The teenagers embraced, their tits rubbing against each other, the girls again French kissing. Moving out of their embrace, Samantha and Andrea extended their hands, and cupped both over the other girl's bare breasts. Massaging each other's boobs made each girl wetter still. Andrea teased Samantha's nipples in her fingers and massaged her boobs, seeing the girl squirming as her vagina responded to the stimulus. Likewise, Andrea's crotch got wetter still as she felt Samantha's hands running all over her tits, her fingers lingering on her nipples.

Andrea then inserted her hand into the front of Samantha's panties, her fingers feeling through the pubic hair to the start of Samantha's pussy lips. Feeling her way through the moist, sticky dampness of Samantha's snatch, Andrea inserted her middle finger up Samantha's wet birth canal, and circled her clitoris with her index finger.

"Oh wow, that feels great," Samantha squealed in delight.

"Haven't you ever had anything up your pussy before?" asked Andrea.

Samantha shook her head. "No. I've never even inserted a tampon. Mom won't let Holly and I use tampons."

"I can tell, you're so tight, and so hot up there," said Andrea. "How about you do the same to me?"

"Okay," said Samantha, the wonderful feelings from her box courtesy of Andrea's fingers doubled when her own hand made its way into the front of Andrea's panties and felt her pubic hair. Andrea gasped as Samantha pushed her fingers deeper into her sticky, fragrant crotch and they found her vaginal lips, her digits going inside, one up Andrea's birth canal, another lingering on her clitoris.

Unsteady on their feet, the teenagers continued to finger each other's vaginas, their legs wobbly thanks to the waves of pleasure emanating from their pussies. Finally, Andrea withdrew her now very sticky fingers from Samantha's snatch, took hold of the elastic waistband of Samantha's panties, and pulled the pussy-scented undergarment down to her knees, her wonderful black bush coming into view. Playing with Samantha's wet panty saddle in her fingers, Andrea pulled the panties down even further to her bare feet, and the completely nude Samantha stepped out of them.

"Now you do the same with my panties," said Andrea. Samantha obediently took the elastic waistband of Andrea's panties in her fingers and pulled them down, unable to resist quickly stroking the blonde's luxurious triangle of pubic hair as she did so. She continued to pull Andrea's panties further down her legs until they reached her bare feet, and Andrea stepped out of them, now in a state of total nudity like Samantha.

The teenagers admired each other's naked bodies and went and stood in front of the mirror. Each girl stole a glance behind her to look at the other's bare bottom, Andrea loving Samantha's plump black buttocks and Samantha drooling with desire at the firm white cheeks of Andrea's bottom.

Her fingers very wet and sticky, Andrea put them into her mouth and licked off the wonderful taste of Samantha's pussy juices. "You taste so good," she said, giving Samantha a playful slap on her bare bottom with the other hand.

Samantha in turn licked Andrea's sticky dampness off her own fingers, loving the unfamiliar, but sensual taste that had come from the beautiful blonde's vagina. "You taste even better," she said.

With that, Andrea and Samantha put their arms around each other's waists, and stood looking at their contrasting naked young bodies in the mirror. Samantha's black skin, Andrea's white skin; Andrea's pale C-cup breasts, Samantha's black D-cup breasts; Samantha's black triangle of public hair, Andrea's blonde triangle of pubic hair.

Andrea put her hand on Samantha's bare bottom, and caressed her buttocks. Samantha squirmed as Andrea moved her fingers into the warm skin between her cheeks, then gasped as Andrea's finger moved along her ass crack and reached her anus, feeling the tight opening to her back passage. Samantha's eyes went wide and her face took on a surprised expression at the feeling of Andrea's fingers on her anus, massaging her in the most private part of her body, Andrea's index finger pushing slightly into her rectum.

"What's the matter, don't you like that?" asked Andrea.

Samantha giggled, getting more used to the sensation and enjoying it more and more. "I wasn't sure at first," she said. "It felt a bit like when I wipe my bottom when I go to the toilet for a poo. But when I got used it, it felt really great."

"You know who also likes to get her ass fingered?" Andrea asked.

"No, who?" asked Samantha blankly.

"Me," said Andrea.

"Would you like me to touch you there?" asked Samantha.

"Let's see," said Andrea. "I'm fingering your anus, and I said how much I like my own anus getting fingered, so yes please."

Andrea felt Samantha's fingers on her buttocks, then inside her ass crack. She held her breath and felt the delight as Samantha's index finger reached her anus. Andrea gasped in pleasure as Samantha's finger circled her anal opening, and her toes flexed on the carpet. Pussy juice flowed in abundance from Samantha and Andrea's vaginas as both teenagers fingered each other's anuses, their female wetness flowing backwards from their vulvas providing both girls with plenty of lubricant for what they did next.

As usual taking the lead, Andrea dipped her index finger into Samantha's pussy juice in the area between her vulva and anus. Her digit nice and wet, Andrea again encircled Samantha's anus, then pushed her finger up into the girl's bowels. The tight muscles in Samantha's rectum closed around Andrea's fingers, and Andrea could feel how hot she was in her back passage.

This time, Samantha immediately copied Andrea, lubricating her index finger from Andrea's pussy juice between the blonde's vulva and anus, fingering Andrea's anus and then inserting her finger into Andrea's bowels. Like Andrea, Samantha marveled at the way the muscles of Andrea's rectum were so tight around her finger, and how hot Andrea's skin was in her back passage.

The two teenagers took a few seconds to get acclimatized to having another girl's fingers inserted into their rectums. For both Andrea and Samantha it felt at first like they needed to go to the toilet, but this feeling soon went away and turned to one of arousal. A very intense, forbidden sensation that Andrea soon doubled for Samantha by moving her spare hand to Samantha's pubic mound, sliding a finger into her soaking snatch and inserting it up her vagina. 

Their young bodies became more entangled as Samantha massaged Andrea's pubic mound and played with the tight blonde curls that grew here, before fingering Andrea's vagina. With one finger inserted up each hole, Andrea and Samantha fingered each other's vagina and rectums, until the pleasure caused them to lose balance, stumble backwards and fall onto the bed, withdrawing their fingers from their vaginal and anal areas, their legs and bare feet spread wide open as were their vaginas.

"We've just had our fingers up each other's ass, so we'd better wash our hands," said Andrea, the naked blonde leading the naked African-American to the bathroom sink, where they washed their fingers and returned to the bed, fingering their vaginas and holding each other tight.

As Andrea again inserted her fingers into Samantha's box, the beautiful black teenager spoke up. "Um, Andrea, have you ever, you know, done this with a guy?"

Andrea laughed. "Yes, but its way hotter with a pretty girl like you." She thrust her finger deeper into Samantha's birth canal, and the girl gasped.

"What does it feel like?" Samantha queried, moving her own fingers to Andrea's pubic mound and stroking her hair.

A really hot idea entered Andrea's mind. "I can sort of demonstrate. Would you like me to do that?"

"Yes please," squealed Samantha.

"I'll just be a few seconds then," said Andrea, pulling her fingers out of Samantha's snatch, and getting off the bed, walking naked to the bathroom. Samantha, sitting with her legs wide apart displaying her pubic hair and vagina, watched Andrea's bare bottom as the girl walked into the bathroom, and then her pubic hair and tits as she returned, carrying her hairbrush, a drinking glass and a bottle of antiseptic mouthwash.

Andrea sat her naked figure back on the bed next to Samantha, and put the mouthwash and glass on the bedside table, holding the hairbrush in her hand. Samantha regarded it curiously, and Andrea took Samantha's hand and guided it over the brush handle.

"See how smooth it is," she purred. "The perfect size, the perfect shape for any girl's pussy. Now, on your hands and knees, legs apart."

Samantha, her body trembling and her pussy tingling, turned over and got onto all fours on the bed. Andrea got into position behind her, stroking and kissing Samantha's bare bottom, admiring and smelling her pussy, with its black lips and bright pink interior. She parted the cheeks of Samantha's bottom further to expose the girl's anus. Then slowly and sensually, Andrea inserted the hairbrush handle into Samantha's vagina, feeling the handle go up into her wet pink pussy.

Samantha had to stifle a scream of pleasure at the wonderful feeling of the hairbrush handle filling her virginal vagina. Her fingers clenched as did her bare toes. Andrea moved the brush handle back out of Samantha's vagina, then thrust it in again, gently massaging her cervix. Samantha again moaned in pleasure, and some more juice ran from her pussy. Andrea herself got wetter, and the Sapphic smell made by both teenagers grew stronger. 

Andrea worked up a steady rhythm with the hairbrush, then lowered her face down to Samantha's ass. Extending out her tongue, Andrea went down on Samantha's anus, licking and teasing the teenager's tight little hole with her tongue. Samantha squealed in delight, her legs nearly kicking out in pleasure of another girl pumping a phallic object in and out of her slit, and licking her anus at the same time.