1 comments/ 25187 views/ 0 favorites Hail Ch. 01 By: gentlebutfirm I'd been dropped at the convent by an ugly old woman who hadn't bothered to speak with me the whole trip, but then turned on me as we wheeled in the gate, and fixed me with her evil stare. "Miss, I hope you realise how lucky you are to be here. Most girls in your circumstances finish up on the street. You are guaranteed a warm bed, and meals every day. Make the most of it." "Oh, I know. I'm very fortunate..." "Don't bother sucking up to me. I can't do anything else for you." "I wasn't sucking up. I was..." "Yes, yes. Enough." "Yes Ma'am." "One thing. Tell me how you got your name." "My name?" "Yes. Is it short for Hayley?" "No, Ma'am, actually, it's short for 'inhale'". "But in your records, it's spelt..." "Like frozen rain, I know." "Interrupt me again, and we turn and leave, understand?" "Sorry Ma'am." "Why would your mother call you Inhale?" "My father, Ma'am." "You have a father?" "Oh, I did. He was a plague victim." "Take the left fork, driver. I told you already. Oh. You have an explanation, I expect? Girl?" "Me? Oh, yes Ma'am. He was present at my birth..." "They let him in?" "Oh, at home. My mother insisted." "Carry on." "He said that he kept needing to remind my mother to inhale, and afterwards he thought it would be a nice name for a pretty girl." "Suspiciously sentimental girl. I suppose you think you are pretty?" "I'm told I was as a baby Ma'am." "Well, you are pretty enough to make a living on the street, anyway." "Thank you Ma'am." "Do you have any idea where you are girl?" "A convent of some sort. That's about..." "Yes, yes. The Sisterhood have some special responsibilities. I hope you are able to be of assistance to them. Most of these girls have lost their mothers. Few as dramatically as you, but I'm sure you will be able to cry on one another's shoulders. Pull up to the door there driver. It's time girl. You ready?" "I think so Ma'am." "I have to leave you out here. They won't open the door until we leave. Get out and stand clear of the coach. The driver will throw your rags down, and we will go." "But what if they..." "They will." "But..." "We can still turn around you know. I've got just the street corner for you." "Sorry Ma'am." "Yes, driver, just here. Throw her things down there, and we can go. Get out girl." I climbed down from the coach without another word, unable to thank her again, despite knowing that she was correct about living on the street, and about how fortunate I was. I looked up at the driver from the loudly crunching gravel, and he smiled, threw my bundle of clothing down and blew me a kiss most unexpectantly. It was the nicest thing that had happened to me in quite some time, and as I stood there in a fuzzy daze, he pulled the reins, and the horses turned and pulled the coach back to the gate. I could just hear the ugly woman telling him off again when they disappeared from sight around the bend in the driveway. It was only then that I turned to look at the surroundings, and realised just how cold it was. After a moment, I gathered my courage, and my meagre belongings, and, becoming despondent finally, tramped through the gravel to the large door. Placing my gear down in front of me, I politely knocked on the door, and waited for someone to come. Nothing happened, and eventually I knocked again, perhaps a little more loudly. Nothing. I couldn't find any sort of doorknob to turn, and I couldn't see any other way through so the door, so I did the only thing I could think of. I started bashing the door with my closed fists, and screaming in panic. Just when my energy was completely exhausted, and I started to collapse on the hard ground in front of the door, I heard it start to move, a gritty scrape of the wood against concrete, and the start of a squeak of old, stressed hinges. That was it. I crumpled toward the slowly widening gap, and the last thing I recall seeing was a pale female face as it leaned down toward mine, a look of concern apparent on a face not much older than my own. ============================= I woke in the quiet of pre-dawn, the comfort and warmth of a deliciously nice bed and the lick of a kitten's tongue on my forehead. The little darling was perched precariously on my face, and I carefully lifted my hands from the covers and lifted her up, placing her on the covers where we could look at each other. The two of us stayed still there for a while, working out how much we trusted each other, and then the kitten took a single step forward, and licked my chin. I took it as a sign of friendship, and stroked the back of her neck, as she stumbled delightfully over the edge of my shoulder, and fell to the sheet below. As she snuggled into the natural hollow, I turned my face toward her barely open eyes, and somehow we both fell back to sleep. Some time later, I suddenly woke again, and sat up, realising where I was, or rather, that I wasn't at all sure where I was. The wonderful bed, and the lovely kitten had seduced me into forgetting what had happened, and now I needed some answers. I looked around me at what could only be described as a normal bedroom. That's certainly nothing I'd ever been in before, but I'd seen pictures. A washing bowl was on a stand to my left, well out of my reach in the large room, and a dresser with a large number of drawers was on the other side. Some sort of large closet sat opposite me, along with a door, and a large window. I could see snow falling outside, and thought how fortunate I was not to still be outside. As my senses slowly took in my surroundings, I realised that it was much warmer in the room than the snow would allow naturally, and looking around again I noticed a small open fireplace next to the dresser, glowing comfortingly and accompanied by a pile of wood, and what I assumed were some sort of implements to deal with the hot fire. As I stared at the flames, mesmerised by the flicker, I felt a sharp prick in my hip, and looked down to see the kitten, most upset with my sudden movement, trying to climb back up and check out the action. I picked her up again carefully, and set her down on the covers, a little stunned to realise that I was wearing nothing on my upper body. The removal of the covers from my chest had affected me exactly the way you would think, and my nipples were standing at attention, taking in the view along with me. Suddenly conscious of the possibility of someone walking in the door, I grabbed the covers, and hauled them up toward my shoulders. That was the final straw for the kitten, and she leapt off the side of the bed, landing as only cats can on the floor, gave me a still-friends-but-cross-with-you look, and ran over to sprawl in front of the fire. Lifting the covers didn't work quite the way I expected, and I realised something else. It wasn't just my upper body. I didn't have a stitch on. I immediately lay down, pulled the warm wrap up around my shoulders again, and tried to think about what to do next. You know how sometimes you know exactly what you need to be doing, but you do something else anyway? As I relaxed in the warmth again, instead of concentrating on where I was, or what was happening, I was becoming aware of the tingling sensation between my legs. God only knows why. I can only think that the business with the nipples had triggered something in my mind somehow. I know I'm a horny girl at the best of times, but this wasn't remotely appropriate. Nonetheless, after figuring that I'd know if anyone came into the room, I put aside all practical concerns, and concentrated on my feelings. Sliding my hands down a little under the covers to check, I found my nipples harder than ever, and a spark jumped through my body as my warm fingers dragged across the surface of them, and I took hold of my breasts, and caressed them gently, feeling my body relax with the familiar touch, and I could feel the heat between my thighs build as well, a delicious squishiness. I wanted to fire my hands down between my legs straight away, and relieve the tension, but I forced myself to take more time, and slowly slid my right hand down off my breast, just the very tip of it slid down my chest onto my stomach, came to rest for a moment in my ticklish but arousing navel, circled a few times, feeling the low level buzz generated, and then slowly continued until I felt the beginning of the pubic hairs that grown with such reckless abandon the last couple of years. I could feel the slipperiness inside me building then, and unable to wait any longer, I dipped deep inside my ready opening, first one finger, then two, and finally three wet digits, pushing deep and withdrawing, in time with my intermittent breathing. It wasn't just my mother that needed to be reminded to inhale. As my hips began to undulate under the ministrations from my team of fingers, my left hand slid, somewhat reluctantly, from my breast, after a last tweak of a seriously hard nipple, and went in search of my other hardness, that little pleasure nubbin I knew so well, and circled it too, for a time, my thrusts becoming harder and faster. Finally I just wanted the release, and I attacked my pleasure button directly, sliding across it, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply, how fast to move, how to synchronise the different movements. I could feel the tension increasing impossibly as I stroked, and then suddenly I was over the edge, oblivious to the world, jangling on the end of punished nerves, my heart pumping hard and fast as I orgasmed, my legs contracting on my fingers, my skin rejecting my touch, my muscles spasming. And I screamed. Loudly. It was a scream of pleasure, of release, of life, but the girl who tore through the door to see what had happened didn't know that. At least, not until she looked at what I was doing. The covers had fallen unnoticed from the bed, and I was in a thoroughly embarrassing situation, both of my hands trapped between my legs as my body shuddered. She was a pretty girl, about my age, and dressed in a white robe which covered her from neck to ankles. The worried look disappeared from her face, and she smiled at me, no embarrassment apparent at all. As I leaned down and tried to grab the covers, she ran over and threw them back over me. She stood and looked a little longer, and then spoke, still smiling broadly. "I guess that means you've recovered, huh? Lemme take Tom away, and I'll come back when you've calmed down. It's Hail, right?" "Uh, yeah. Tom?" "The cat." "Oh. Tom's a boy?" "Oh, yeah." "Oh. Leave him, huh? He's already seen everything." I turned beetroot red then, thinking of the sight I'd presented. "Don't be embarrassed Hail. Back in ten. Oh, it's Marissa." "Huh? The cat?" "No silly. Me. I'm Marissa." "Oh. Hi." "I'm a girl." A big smile accompanied that. "Yeah, I thought so." I managed a smile as well. "Oh, when I come back, you have to tell me..." "My name? Yeah, I'll explain. Thanks Marissa." "Just rest Hail. I'll bring some food." She spun around and left, closing the door behind her. I relaxed back on the bed, and couldn't help blushing again. As she left though, I sneaked my hand back down, and put it between my legs. I like to clamp them on something until I calm down. Hail Ch. 02 I must have fallen asleep before Marissa returned, because the first thing I remember was waking up again. The room was dim, and as I looked across to the window I realized it was night. I lay still again in the bed, listening to the sounds around me; the crackling of the fire, the whistling of the wind outside, and the purr of Tom the kitten. I looked across to the side of the bed, expecting to see Tom sitting there somewhere, watching me, wondering if he was about to walk on my face again. Tom was there alright, but he was purring because his ears were being tickled. And Marissa was doing the tickling. She hadn't noticed me moving, so I lay and watched for a bit longer. Marissa was quietly stroking Tom, and he was responding as only cats can. He pushed his head hard into her hand, encouraging her ministrations, pressing into her soft flesh for his own pleasure. Suddenly Tom caught my eye, and returned my stare. Certain now that I was awake, he rudely ignored Marissa's searching fingers, and walked across from her lap to the blanket under which I slept. Reaching my motionless face, he put a careful paw up and pushed it against my forehead. I held my head still, and he lifted his other front paw to persuade me. Unable to resist any more, I let my head tip back, and laughed, as he collapsed on the bed in front of me. His minimal forbearance exhausted at that point, he swung around and jumped from the bed, heading for the fire. I turned to look at Marissa again, and she was chuckling as well, but as we both recovered from Tom's comedy show, I realised she was also shivering. Feeling awfully guilty suddenly, I spoke finally. "Oh, Marissa, you're cold." "Oh, no, I'm alright Hail, really." "Nonsense. Look... can't we share the blanket? It's not right..." "Oh, I couldn't Hail. You are ill." "You're afraid of catching something?" "No, it's not that..." "Well?" "I am supposed to be watching over you." "Well, watch over me from here." "There?" "Hop under the blanket. There's plenty, and I'm warm as toast. Really." "You're sure?" "Of course." "What about..." "What Marissa?" "...well, you are..." "Yes?" "... naked, Hail." "Oh. I forgot about that." "Yes." "But..." "What Hail?" "Well, you already saw... well, you know... before." "Yes." "So, well, stop that, and just get in here." "I could..." "What?" "Keep the robe on. If you want." "Marissa, I'm not shy, really I'm not. Keep it, or lose it, I don't care." "Really?" "Really." "But if the Mother Superior finds out..." "I won't tell." "The door..." "Has a lock presumably. Yes?" "Yes." "So lock it, and get in here. Marissa, I'm getting cold just watching you shiver." "I will." "Good." "But first, can I get you anything?" "Huh?" "A drink maybe?" "Just get in!" She smiled then, the way she had when she caught me earlier, and jumped up from the chair. She moved as if on tip-toe, though she wasn't, her movements as gentle as her fingers were with Tom. Locking the door, and leaving the key in it, she walked unhurriedly to the fireplace, turned to a chair, and undid her robe. Her back was toward me, and her skin looked warm and brown in the light from the fire as her robe fell from her body. She dumped it quickly then, and turned to me in the firelight. Slipping out of her dainty shoes next, she skipped lightly across to me, her breasts bouncing in the fire's flicker. Marissa's blonde hair was a study in contrast with my own, and I realized how much easier it was to see her in the dim light of the room than it would have been to see myself. My view was cut short however, as she reached the bed, and I lifted the cover so she could dive quickly underneath. I was right, she was cold. Very. I shivered with the contact as she snuggled down in front of me, her back and buttocks pressed firmly to my front, her long hair just in front of my face. I lay very still, scared to move, not wanting to admit quite how cold she felt, not wanting her to move away from me, despite the discomfort. As we lay there, her temperature slowly increased, and after a while, we fed heat to each other, and the environment under the blankets became a little more bearable, then comfortable, then pleasantly warm, safe, still, and drowsy. I did exactly what you probably think. I went to sleep again. Yes, I did. It was her breath that woke me. We had both turned in our sleep, and Marissa was close and warm behind me. I could feel her breasts pressed against my back, the swell of her pubic mound on my butt. One of her legs was draped carelessly over mine, and her upper arm was tucked under mine. I realised suddenly that her hand was gently cupping my breast, her fingers almost still as she slept, the firm hold reassuring somehow, the contact welcome. I'd never slept with another girl before, and didn't know quite what to expect, but surely not this languorous gentle innocent warmth. My thoughts were anything but innocent after that. I concentrated on the small amount of movement her body made as she breathed, and felt the rhythmic movements of her hand on my breast as well. Her legs moved too, but it was her hand that interested me most. I lay still and willed my body to feel all the points of contact, and I could detect a sort of ripple as her breathing moved her body, and the contact with mine moved as a result. A tiny change in pressure that started where our legs touched, floated up my back, and down, with a tiny but frustrating delay, along her arm, and into her hand. As Marissa breathed out past my neck, her fingers pulled delicately at my breast, tiny girl-skin textures across my nipple. The peaceful tug on my nerves was enticing, exciting, enthralling, and my nipple responded. I could feel it hardening under the delicate touch, expanding in the warmth under the blankets, increasing the friction against Marissa's fingers. I couldn't believe how excited I was getting, and lay very still, savouring the arousal, enjoying the journey, and not thinking about where it was going. That is, until Marissa's breathing pattern changed in a subtle way, and a quiet voice whispered behind me. "Hail, you're awake, aren't you?" I tried to ignore the voice, and concentrate on the feeling, but she asked again, and I had to answer. "Yes Marissa, kind of." "Mmmm... I thought so." "I... umm... was just lying here." "Yep. Tell me Hail, what were you thinking about?" "Thinking? Well, I wasn't really. Just, umm... feeling." "Feeling? Feeling what?" I hesitated then. After all, I hardly knew her, and this was so strange to me. Eventually, I found the courage to answer: "You," I whispered. "Oh. Hail?" "Uh huh." "Have you ever..." "What?" "You know, Hail." "No Marissa. I haven't. Not... not with a girl." "Oh." "Yeah." "Should I... move, Hail?" "Yeah." "Oh." "You should move, Marissa, but not away. Move closer. As close as you can get." "You sure?" "Yeah. I'm sure. God, your hand feels nice there on my breast. I can feel you breathe." "Feels nice to me, too. Tell you what. Be quiet for a bit, like you were when you thought I was asleep." "You weren't?" "Nope. No more questions Hail. Be quiet, and feel, instead." So I lay there in silence. Marissa was also still, for a minute, and then, while one hand remained on my breast, the other crept up under her body, and began to caress my neck and shoulders. Marissa had quite a technique, and I stopped thinking, as she had suggested, and felt her touch me instead. The hand behind me started to step delicately down my spine, touching just enough for me to tell it was there, and I gasped as she touched the tender part at the base of my spine, wondering how on earth she knew. Her other hand had begun to move too, I suddenly realised; leaving my breast, and slowly making its way down my chest to my stomach, fingertips touching the fine hairs on my skin, not exactly tickling, but exciting me somehow, building up a tension in me. As her two hands manipulated me expertly, I just lay there enjoying the journey. Just when I got accustomed to the exploring hands, I felt a small puff of air against the side of my head, and the very tip of a tongue touched my earlobe, just briefly, and moved away a little. I thought it was Tom for a moment, but the breathing pattern was Marissa's, as was the tongue. She kept returning to my ear, just touching it with her slipperiness, and backing off. The contrast between the hot wet tongue, and the cooling air that followed was captivating. The dance of Marissa's mouth didn't stop there though. She started a small trail of cooling damp spots from my ear, down my cheek, across the front of my neck, making me realise for the first time how erotic the pressure on my neck could be. Then she was moving again, sliding slowly down my chest, small licks of precious moisture. I knew where she was going, and wanted her to both hurry up, and to take forever to get there. Unable to say anything appropriate, I moaned, quietly, in encouragement. After an eternity, Marissa's tongue reached my aching breast. She circled my painfully hard nipple with it, before engulfing it between her sweet lips. That was the last straw, and as her hot tongue touched my nipple, I came. An enormous release of tension. My whole body shuddered as Marissa held me, her breasts brushing my arm, her mouth making achingly pleasant moves on my breast, a light fingertip on my spine, another set of fingers suddenly between my legs. I couldn't think straight at all now. Released as I was, I still felt tense, coiled, ready again, waiting somehow, even though I was still shuddering with the impact. Rolling me gently to my back, crouching over me from the side, she reached over and took my other breast into her mouth. Her fingers replaced her mouth on the first breast, and as she felt her way down through the dark thatch of hair between her hand and her destination, I was spinning, my whole body a mass of nerves, held aloft by a concert of feelings. I spread my legs instinctively to give her access to my most private parts then, my hot hammering mound hers for the taking. I wanted her attention on my clitoris then, to stop this delightful pressure, but she skipped past, her fingers passing tantalisingly close, but not touching. My hips lifted from the sheets in protest, my demands obvious, blatant, clear. But Marissa ignored me, sliding her hand up and down my labia, dipping them inside my aching wetness, the muscles grabbing her as best they could. I became a human clamp, willing her hand higher and closer with every convulsive thrust of my hips. Another eternity passed while she held me there, and I gave up control of my body to her expert caresses, realising in the back of my mind that this couldn't possibly be the first time she had done this. I couldn't think about that for long though. My body was demanding my attention, and I returned my focus to my feelings. I had thrown off the covers, and I could feel my sweat evaporating without it seeming to cool me at all. Just when I became convinced she would never do it, her fingers crept up, covered with my moisture, and slid, slippery and hot, across my most tender part, pushing the level of arousal too far, and as one nipple was caressed with a tongue, and the other with a gentle finger, I exploded again, a contraction ripping through me as I clamped mercilessly on her slippery fingers, trapping her inside me, and preventing any more movement there. I shuddered then, repeatedly, my body bucking beneath hers, and screamed. Gutteral earthy life screams, almost birth screams. My muscles twitched as though released from any control. Sweat poured from my whole body. Spasms of pleasure raced through me, and I collapsed on the bed, spent, released, suddenly relaxed. Desperate for breath. "Oh Marissa!" "Shh... no talking Hail. Relax." "Oh I'm relaxed. Thank you." "Oh, no problem. None at all." "But listen, I need to..." "No Hail. You don't." "Yeah, but it's not..." "Mmmm... you mean it's not fair, because I didn't get the same?" "Yeah, sort of. I think." "You talking about orgasms, Hail?" "Well, not just that, but, yeah..." "Then don't worry." "No?" "No." "Oh. Well, why.... Not?" She looked and had that smile again then. "I did have one." "No." "Yes, I did." "Well, aahh... umm... when?" "You're embarrassed again." "I guess I am, Marissa." "Don't be. I came when you did. The first time." "Oh. I'm ashamed that I didn't notice." "No need." "I... umm... listen, can I learn to... do that?" "Learn? You already know how, you just need to realise." "Oh, but I..." "No, not now. Now, you need to rest. I have to go anyway. It's morning." "It's... oh." "Yeah. Hey, Tom wants to see you." I lifted my head from the sheet then, and Tom jumped up on my chest. He stood there for a moment, staring up at my eyes, before quickly licking my chin, and then winding himself into a compact bundle between my breasts, settling down for a protracted stay. I smiled up at Marissa, and she hopped up from the bed, her beautiful body so much more obvious in the daylight. Leaning over again, she kissed me gently on the lips, then bent around and hauled the blanket back up before kissing me again on the forehead, and walking away, her bare ass jiggling as she tip-toed over to grab her robe. Turning back to check on me one time, she turned, slipped her shoes back on, and left the room. I lay there, stunned, nerves still pinging, warm, comfortable, relaxed and content. You can guess what happened next. Yes, I must have fallen asleep again.