Message-ID: <31463asstr$995231403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: AnnA T X-Original-Message-ID: References: In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id LAA04101 Subject: {ASSM} Chicago Transit by AnnA T (Ff, ff, Rom, First) Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2001 17:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, RuiJorge Chicago Transit By Anna T --- Copyright 2001, by Anna T. You may archive my story where people want to read about lesbian romance and mystery as long as there is no charge to the readers. I want to thank Katie McN for editing this story. She is my teacher and my friend. --- This is a tale of first times. One is the tender story of two young girls, and the other, well it's something much different. It was noon, Friday, April 13, 2001. A time when fantasy mixed with reality, and confused pleasure with her pain. The train moved swiftly toward the caverns of the inner city. The tortured sounds of steel track against steel wheels screeched loudly as the black demon slammed into the unyielding curve. Alicia sat alone and stared out the window. It was Good Friday with Easter just around the corner. Easter. The day cancer claimed her mother so many years ago. She was lost in the sad history of her life and didn't notice the woman when she sat down next to her. So long ago. She was just a little girl. She could barely remember her mother or much about that day. What she did recall was warm and loving. And now her stomach turned. Her gut was tightening and her thoughts brought her to a place so far away in time and so close in her mind. She was 8 and hunting Easter eggs with her cousins. There was laughter and pushing. It was a happy moment. Then why was she crying? Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Sparks flashed in the tunnel like a roving band of insane fire flies from some surreal hell. Reality changed to strobe light images that slowed the passage of time to a vague snap shot of life. A portrait of a young teen girl lost in some dark film by Phillip Barker. The train roared along the track. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. She was a stranger in her own home. She lived with her sister and her brother. Earlier today she watched them and wondered who they were. Did she know them? She was a stranger in her own land. She lived in Chicago. When the train lurched around some unseen obstacle, Alicia bumped into the woman sitting next to her. She looked up and apologized to the beautiful woman, a woman with pretty brown hair and a gentle smile. The woman said nothing. She was reading "An Interview With A Vampire" by Anne Rice. The woman barely looked at the young beauty sitting next to her, but she smiled just the same. Alicia finished the book months ago. She remembered there was a young woman in the story who was turned into a vampire and who took a grown woman as her own. Like a lover. It was so long ago, but it seemed like yesterday. The woman reminded Alicia of a babysitter. She remember her childhood crush on that girl. The things she lost when her mom died were replaced by Tammy who was so beautiful. So warm. She tickled her, and Alicia tickled her back. Tammy gave her special attention. She remembered the time Tammy gave her a bath. She was old enough at ten to bath herself, but Tammy insisted and Tammy seemed so grown up at 14. It was Tammy undressing and getting in the tub with her that led to her crush. She was so much a woman to her. Her perky breasts and swollen nipples stood out and moved as she stepped into the water. When her legs crossed over and into the tub Alicia saw the dark triangle. She didn't know it existed for girls. It was amazing. Warm baths together. Yes, there were more then one. Many more. Tammy turned Alicia around so she could wash her back. Her hands were gentle. Alicia felt the soft hands caress her with the warm water. She had Alicia lean her head back into the teen's breasts so she could wash her hair. Looking back on it now Alicia realized it was a strange way to wash her hair, but not an unpleasant way. Not at all. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. ROOOOAAAR! Whoooosh! Wooosh! Wooosh! The wind roared and raced with the train through the tunnel. The metal serpent swayed around the bend and Alicia slid again this time hitting the compartment wall. She realized she was still staring at the woman. A woman who appeared to be at least thirty or maybe older. She felt the woman glance at her and the woman smiled again. "Oh shit", she thought. She looked out the window again. "Think Alicia, think of something else", she mumbled to herself. Oh yes Sunday. Easter. She used to be the best at finding the eggs. She saw the images of eggs behind trees and bushes in her grandmothers backyard floating through her mind. Her little girl self picked them up and she ran as fast as she could. Next bush. Behind the garage on the sill. Under the apple tree and in all the branches. The peach tree was her favorite. Those eggs were hard to find and she was the best at finding them. She ran to mom who laughed when she saw the once clean and pretty dress dirty from the hunt. They laughed together. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Screeeech! The trains breaks were loud. The train came to a halt at the next station and other passengers got on. Damn it had only been one station. Again she stared outward. The shadows on the window changed as the train began the next leg of its journey. Reflections of trees and bushes and buildings flashed before her eyes. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Rrrrrrrrrrrrr! Screeech! The train's gears meshed. The train lurched forward and her heart sank again as her mom's image was reflected in the window. It was her face and she was no longer smiling. The reflection looked up toward the ceiling from her hospital bed. She remembered over hearing her two aunts chatting about how they spent the last 48 hours of her moms life in the ICU talking to her through the night into the next day. Her heart sank further. Why did it have to be Easter again. DAMN IT! That's when she felt it. It was there for awhile but her mind didn't register it until now. It was the woman's hand. It was resting on her knee. How long had it been there? She froze in her seat. Her thoughts went back to Tammy's hands touching her skin. A picture of Tammy's breasts and then her head in her baby sitter's breasts as the older girl rubbed the shampoo into her hair. She remembered being excited and somewhat scared as she felt Tammy's boobs against her head. Her tits seemed large to her at the time, but they were really only small pear shape breasts forming tiny pillows for her head. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. The woman sat on the aisle and had Alicia trapped in her seat. The young girl wore a short skirt today of all days. The woman's hand drifted upward. Alicia felt her heart start to pound. Her mind raced. Oh my god this isn't happening, not today. She was frozen in place and saw her moms face again. Then it was Tammy. Then her mom. Her aunts talking about her. She was so sneaky listening to their words. Aunt Barb talked about mom as she lay there with tubes coming out her mouth and her body packed with coolant padding to bring her 108 degree temperature down. Aunt Julia said, "Yeah it was so awful. I almost had to cry." They talked about the things they had done with mom, and all the while mom's eyes were glassed over. Alicia's stomach ached. She listened as Uncle Jack spoke with a crackling voice she'd never heard before, "Yeah me, too." He was crying. He could say no more about his sister. And I remember when mom's best friend, Ann, came to visit. It was on the day the doctors were going to try a last effort to flood her with radiation so strong they didn't expect her to live. It was her only chance. Ann and Uncle Jack held her hands and spoke to her. Ann said it was her and Jack there at her side. Jack started balling, "She squeezed my hand. My god, she knows we're here". Clickity clack. Clickity clack. ROOOOOOAR! SWOOSH! Tears drifted down her right cheek. The hand was high on her thigh. She felt it there. Her breathing was stronger. Was it the grief or the strangeness of the attack on her leg? Somehow the images of pain were replaced with the excitement of the situation. She opened her legs slightly and let it happen. She looked at the woman who was still engrossed in her book. She was smiling. She became Tammy again. Tammy held her head back and was rubbing more shampoo in her hair. She already tucked Alicia's younger sister and brother in and it was just the two of them now. The older girl would talk to Alicia and tell her how lovely her hair was. She would say other things, too. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Screech and clatter. Was she still in the tub? Tammy's hand was stroking her inner thigh. Wait a minute she never did that before. Her mind returned to the train and the image of the woman's face as she put her hand under the young girl's skirt. Alicia closed her eyes to clear away the tears. She felt the warmth between her legs and her heart beat furiously as she looked upward into Tammy's young jutting breasts. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. SCREEECH! The train slowed and came to a stop. Her heart pounded. Her stomach was on fire. This was so wild. It was dark enough no one knew what was happening as this woman's hand drifted up. Her flesh tingled as she felt the hand. It was moving higher on the inside of her thigh. Then it was against her virginal pussy. Yes at 15, she was still a virgin. She reflected on this until the woman's hand found an entry into her briefs and moved the garment aside. Her thighs tingled to her breasts and then back to her moist pussy lips and then to her throbbing clit. Oh! My god this woman is really going to do this to me. She bit her lip. The image of her mom was gone and so was Alicia's grief. Now the pain became pleasure. This was kinky and she was letting it happen. She thought no one understood her passion. Apparently this woman did. Yes, distant from her family. Distant from her mom. The pleasure was coming strong. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. SCREECH! ROOOOAAR! Steel meshing with steel as she ground her teeth. She closed her eyes and saw an image of Tammy saying it was her turn now. "Rub my back. That's it. Now my shoulders. Mmmmmm, yes. Further forward." Alicia's hand drifted past the older girl's shoulder and down her front to touch something new and different. Oh, god, it was mound of flesh. That was when she felt the hard nipple jab her small palm. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. ROOOOAAR! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! The train roared through the tunnel and her heart matched its rhythm with a throbbing pulse. The woman's finger tips drifted over Alicia's moist labia now swollen with lust. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Alicia's hand lingered on top of Tammy's chest. She hesitated and seemed scarred. "Further. Touch. More. That's it, rub the suds in make sure, mmmm, they're clean," Tammy said in a voice Alicia never heard before. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Her mind raced. The woman's fingers strummed her wet canal up and down. This was so wild. She opened her thighs more and the woman's whole hand was in her underwear. Fantasy and reality played together like a piece of classical music. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Screech! Thump! Clatter! ROOOOAR! Alicia moved her hand lightly over the swells of Tammy's young breasts. She felt the nipple drag over her palm and flick out between her fingers. Her little hand nervously felt and squeezed the flesh. A secret she longed to know was opening in the tub. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. ROOOOAAR! WOOOOOOSH! Thump! Flutter! She felt a rush and tingling as the train glided out of the tunnel onto the platform where the subway ended and the EL began. A finger slid into Alicia's wet pussy. Just the first knuckle, then more and then less. Up and Down. Such a lovely feeling. Her heart bounced. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Tammy's nipple jabbed her palm again as she pushed the wash cloth over it. "No silly", Tammy spoke grabbing the cloth. "Use your hands. It's much easier to wash me with them." Alicia's didn't hesitate this time and her tiny hand cupped those fine globes. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Screech! Swoosh! Clack! Her vulva throbbed. The woman's fingers strummed her sex. Her labia betrayed her passion and oozed with pleasure. She felt the hand try to move, but it was trapped by the bunched up material of her panties. Alecia arched her hips a bit to let the skilled fingers play in her secret garden. The woman's thumb pushed up, through her folds, collecting her young juices until it found her clit and teased it unmercifully. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. The suds made it easy to side her hand over Tammy's breast. "Here silly let me show you." Tammy spoke as she formed her hand around the young girl's and around her breast. "Like this." Clickity clack. Clickity clack. WOOOOOOOOOOSH! SCREECH! She felt flush. Her heart skipped a beat or two and she held her breath as the thumb stroked her faster and faster. Alicia opened her eyes and saw the woman was smiling and looking right at her. One, two, three fingers slid into the young girl's cunt. She was fucking her in a crowded train. Alicia's mouth opened and left a gap. The woman smiled wickedly and let her tongue slide along her own lips in a mock suggestion of romance. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. Alicia's hand moved from Tammy's breast to the railing so she could lift her butt over the fingers of her older friend. She tensed, then humped and the fingers plunged into her secret place. Clickity clack. Clickity clack. The train bounced and she shifted position again. Someone in the next seat spoke of rain and a wet Easter. Alicia poured. Her cunt was swollen and throbbing and her river was overflowing. She clutched the woman's hand with her pussy and together they went on a short ride. Her heart raced and her stomach turned. She felt a rush and things went blank. Was it a tunnel? Hardly! Today though, the woman found the special Easter egg laying in Alicia's bush. The woman took her hand out as Alicia's gasped for breath. The woman brought her hand to her nose and sniffed and smiled. They rode the train in silence for a moment and then they looked into each others eyes as the train pulled into the station. "My name is Niki, I hope you enjoyed your ride. You're very pretty. I like the way you play." The young girl was smiling as Niki got up and left. Alicia forgot her pain and sorrow, but only for a short moment. As the train moved once again, her thoughts drifted back to the past. Pain stabbed at her heart. She began to cry. Will it ever leave her? Did this really happen? Could it happen again? The End Anna T I love to hear from people who read my stories. 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