Chapter one
Her coat pocket felt heavy with guilt, it was only a newsletter and yet it told too much about her. Mary Crawford had told a lie. Her father had gotten tickets for a football match and this should be joyous for the young woman. Sadly, she had found the magazine — A sporting magazine for the unsung sports of the world. There had been a small article about a semi-famous golfer. It was mostly about her career, however, there were two oddly worded lines of interest. The champion had found her true self and was creating a community for like-minded people – The Luna Sisters Society. This has caused an interest in Mary, she did not know why and yet the wording had spoken to her. Her true self — What was that like? She had felt lost in her first of schooling — Branded a failure after her first year of broadening school — and the feeling continued until this day.
Mary had sent for the Luna Sisters Society’s monthly newsletters — It had a shock when it arrived. Thankfully, it had been discreetly hidden in a small magazine about Golf and for good reason. It was a newsletter for abnormal women — for women enjoying other women. It was not smut and yet Mary felt a little pickle in her stomach. It was only informational about related news, personal stories and group meetings.
She had never thought about such things, she did not even realize there was such a thing like that. However, there was an odd uneasiness within her, and she needed to understand it. She could not ask her mother or a friend — You would not be able to utter such things in the polite world. Mary was a Christian girl from a small village. Currently, stuck in between the awkward stage of finishing broadening school and the nervous fate of college.
That’s why she was in Woodlinton – A small town somewhat close to her village. She would use this summer to understand these odd feelings. There was a meeting on the night of the Football match. Mary had given her ticket to her cousin, her father had seen it as a nice gesture and mother witnessed it as a girl with a crush. It was a night of freedom for Mary — all the family was away and Woodlinton was empty. Everyone was trying to watch the match. She stood in front of the meeting place – An average bar designed for the weekend rush. Tonight, it was closed for the public and only the ladies of a certain group were going to enter. She pulled the door open and ready herself for the moment. The place was empty and somewhat dark. A chubby woman was placing beer bottles into boxes. She looked up from her task and displayed a bright smile for Mary. This woman was a goth. Mary had heard about them on the news and it was an odd experience to see one in person.
“Last one in,” The Goth welcomed the newcomer with a cheery voice.
“Sorry?” Mary was confused, the words did not make sense in her mind.
“You’re Mary? The last name on the list.” The Goth looked down at her bar and read from a piece of paper. Mary suffered an awkward realization, you needed to forward your name for the meeting.
“Yes, that is me.” She mumbled. Of course, she had to be the last to arrive.
“Wonderful. Now lock the front door and we can go to the back room.” The Goth winked. “Don’t get too hopeful, the others will be there as well.” The older woman laughed. The joke didn’t make sense in Mary’s head, however, the girl faked a laugh of understanding. The door was locked and Mary found herself carrying a box of beer to the back room — The Goth was leading the way.
Was she one of them? Mary eyed the back of her head. The woman’s black hair was iron flatted and the skin was heavily painted with overwhelming makeup – Her lips were black and the thin eyebrows seemed to be drawn into place. The velvet dress wrapped itself around her chubby figure, and Mary was a viewer to the jiggling of the woman’s arse cheeks as she strolled the room in her ripped tights. bağdatcaddesi escort
“I bring the beer and our final guest! We can finally party.” The Goth cheered as she opened the door to the back room. A group of voices returned the cheer. Mary peeked into the room and saw a handful of women around a table — She had expected more. She placed the box of beer on the table and people began to help themselves. A radio was playing, the reports of the football match filled the moments of silence.
“You can sit next to me.” The goth patted a chair to her left. Mary settled herself, however, kept her coat firmly on. She was ready to run. The women spoke on various subjects; however, they didn’t mention the real reasons for being there. It was like a normal club for friends. Mary took a beer and listened to the odd stories of an older woman — Her name was Verdie Spott, a beefy woman with short red hair and freckled skin. She worked with dogs and spoke about them as if they were children, she showed the photos of them with glee.
“Don’t bore the girl, Verdie.” The Goth passed a beer to the excited redhead. A laugh was heard from a young woman with badly dyed green hair — the girl’s name was Lara Jones. She seemed to be the nearest to Mary’s age.
“She’s dog mad.” The young woman wheezed at her own unfunny joke; she was clearly drunk. The rest of the groups were two old ladies — Alice Bovin and Denise Hobbles – who were more interested in the radio than the room. They were trapped in a one sided conversation with Cathy Strout, who loved to talk about dramatic diets and seemed very dull when forced onto different topics. And lastly, there was Jocelyn Hopkirk, an African woman with stern eyes. Jocelyn kept eyeballing the newcomer and attempted small talk. It was a bit overwhelming for Mary because she had planned on keeping her personal details to herself. The Goth was leader of the group – Her name was Ilona Burke and she ranted heavily on the matters of politics. It was rather shocking to hear, however, Mary listened with interest.
She avoided eye contact with Ilona as she felt odd embarrassment in her chest.
Hours passed by and nothing was clearer. She was stuck at a table of older women, and this was enough to prove her point. She wasn’t one of them, these silly feelings were falsehoods. She could not like women. This night had made it clear. Mary stood up. Her warm beer was open but remained untouched.
“Thank you for your time but it is late.” She fumbled through her words. Lara groaned at the statement and continued a drunken rant of disappointment, no one paid much attention to it.
“See you next time, Mary.” Verdie patted the young girl on the back with a heavy hand, causing Mary to wobble awkwardly on her feet.
“Next time?” She asked in an uncertain manner.
“Yes, next time.” Verdie laughed. “Give your details to Ilona and you won’t have to worry about the damn newsletter, it doesn’t always show every meeting. Also, pricey. Don’t ya think?” Verdie remarked and was met with a few mutters of agreement. Mary could not lie, it was a nice feeling to be wanted and welcomed, however, she wasn’t like them. She nodded slowly. The sea of drunken faces accepted the small movement as a firm yes. Mary wrote down her home number and handed it to Ilona. The Goth winked in return. A nervous knot landed in Mary’s stomach.
“Thank you.” She blurted before fleeing in the room. What was that? She didn’t want to ponder on the matter. It couldn’t be those types of feelings.
Mary was halfway toward the door when she heard the footsteps, Ilona was walking toward her. The door to the back room was closed and the sounds of the other ladies were faint.
“I’ve got to lock the door behind you.” The older goth stated in a matter of fact voice.
“Yes, of course.” Mary must have sounded like a fool, she beykoz escort had barely spoken all night. The goth must have thought Mary had the personality of a slug. She stopped in front of the door and waited for Ilona to unlock it.
“Disappointed?” The woman asked, her painted eyebrows were heavy with concern.
“No!” Mary turned completely around and faced the woman. “It’s not me. I made a mistake by coming here.” Her voice sounded more panicked than it needed to be. She didn’t want to upset the woman; however, she didn’t know how else to phrase it.
“Why did you come here?” It was a simple question and the reply should have been easy. Mary could only stare at the woman.
“It was like a calling, wasn’t it?” Ilona relaxed somewhat as Mary sheepishly nodded, “Questioning is hard when you don’t have the experience. Would you like to test it?” Ilona placed a hand on her hip, her eyes were burning as she stared at the confused girl.
“Test what?” Mary mumbled.
“You need a lesbian test.” Ilona’s words shocked Mary. She couldn’t bring herself to think of the word and now it was spoken. It burnt against the ears.
“I’m not…” Her throat felt dry. The Goth walked away, however, she didn’t return to the back room and took another route. A knowing smile was written on her black coloured lips. Mary felt the interest again, the same feeling with the newsletter.
“Follow me, Mary.” The words were like fire against the ears and it caused Mary to follow. She had followed the Goth into a side room, it was the storage place for many different types of alcohol and happened to be very dark. The only light source came from the open doorway. Mary could only watch as the Goth pulled two stools together. What was happening? She could only ponder as she took a seat. The Goth sat across from her.
“Ready for the test?” Ilona sounded amused by the whole thing. Mary nodded slowly since she wasn’t sure what the test would be.
“You’re some backward village girl, right?” Mary nodded again and the Goth smiled.
“The thing about little villagers, is they know nothing about the bedroom until a wedding is mentioned. You never get to know about things or how it feels. You get one option and that’s it.” Ilona began to unlace the top of her velvet dress. Mary’s eyes darted toward the darkness of the room, her heart started to pound in her chest. The Goth placed a finger under the girl’s chin and encouraged her to look. There was a nervous feeling in Mary’s belly. The dress was undone to the stomach; revealing a black bra and soft fresh. Ilona took Mary’s hand and brought it to her right breast.
A warmth flooded Mary’s body, her hand trembled nervously as continued the touch. It felt heavy within her hand, and she squeezed it for a better feel. Her hand moved around the large breast before reaching for the left breast. It was at that moment, she realized that Ilona wasn’t holding her hand anymore. It was all her own doing. She quickly removed her hand.
“Do you want to see more?” The Goth purred, her cheeks were a little pink under the make-up. Mary nodded. Ilona pulled the black bra down. There was a sudden throb in Mary’s underwear. She grabbed the newly exposed breasts with haste, massaging the flesh. The Goth was squirmed in her seat.” Touch my nipples.” A soft moan left her lips. Mary studied the brownish nipples, she wasn’t sure what to do with them. She pressed her finger against one of the nipples, it felt hard against her finger. Mary looked up at Ilona.
“I don’t know how to.” She murmured. The Goth began to play with her own nipples, pulling them and pinching them until the nipples were swelling with excitement. An urge was now brewing within Mary’s chest, she wanted to be touched but she couldn’t ask such a thing. She didn’t feel ready. Her hands returned to the nipples, they felt painfully hard to the touch. She tried caddebostan escort to copy the same movements, Ilona seemed to enjoy the pulling, and it caused a little moan to appear. The Goth reached down and yanked her dress to hips, her legs were suddenly open wide. The whole holes in her ripped tight revealed the black underwear – It was a thong. The throb happened again.
“Come here.” Ilona pulled Mary towards her, “Sit on my leg.” Her words were breathy. The Goth grasped Mary’s dress and coat; lifting them as she settled the girl on her left leg. Mary inhaled nervously as her legs were parted, she was resting on Ilona’s leg like it was a seesaw. The layer of her underwear was the only protection against the warm flesh. Her whole body began to shake; she couldn’t continue whatever this was. She had the uneasy feeling of throbbing within her. This shouldn’t be happening.
“I can feel it.” Ilona eyed her, “Your thighs are sticky. Do you know what it means?” The Goth didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled Mary’s hand towards her black panties.
“When you get aroused, your pussy will become wet.” Mary’s fingers were pressed against the black underwear – it was humid.
“You become wet when you want someone.” Ilona pulled her black underwear to one side, and exposed herself. Mary marvelled at the sight. There was no hair and Mary became very aware of her own hairy one.
“And when you’re wet, a pretty girl can put her fingers inside you.” Ilona’s words were becoming embarrassing to the ear. Mary didn’t have long to think about it because her hand pulled once again, her fingers made contact with the Goth’s heat. It didn’t stop, two of her fingers kept going. It felt like a warm bath, her fingers were trapped in a soft tightness.
“I’m inside.” Mary looked down in shock and saw herself inside of Ilona, the Goth was still holding her hand in place.
“Do you want to stop?” she asked, her hips moved slightly against Mary’s hand.
“I shouldn’t be there.” Mary mumbled nervously; pulling away. Ilona released her hand.
“There’s a better way to feel pleasure.” The Goth stated. She reached down and pulled back her clitoral hood and displayed her biggest secret pleasure. It looked like a little pearl. Mary studied it and wondered if she had the same.
“You can play with it.” The Goth encouraged, there was a slight begging tone to the voice. It couldn’t hurt to do so, her fingers had already been other places. Mary pressed her fingers against the little pearl, and she rubbed it slowly. Ilona began to touch herself, wetting her fingers with her own juices. A few more moments passed and the Goth could hold back. She pushed Mary’s hand away and massaged her clit with haste.
“Play with my breasts.” Ilona ordered. Mary squeezed the Goth’s nipple, she was eager to see the outcome.
Ilona grew restless, her body was twitching. The sudden movement of her legs rubbed oddly against Mary’s underwear. The odd throbbing grew even more in the girl. She pulled the nipples in excitement. Ilona moaned meaningless words, her free hand gripped Mary’s leg and held it tightly. The nails were digging into the skin. A soundless moan fled Ilona’s lips, her hips jerked wildly. This continued for some time until the Goth grew breathless and came to a stop. Was that it? Mary studied the resting face. It was red and sweaty, her eyes were closed.
“I should return the favour.” The Goth managed to say after some time. Ilona lifted a hand lazily and gently felt the curves of Mary’s hip. That throb again — it was like a heartbeat in her underwear. However, Mary fought it.
“No… Thank you.” She couldn’t do that. This was sex, wasn’t it? If it was, it should be done with someone special, and didn’t Ilona well enough for that. The goth released her hand.
“No sweat off my back.” She forced a laugh, “so, what do you think? Are you a little lesbian?”
Mary froze. This had been fun but she wasn’t ready to utter the word. She nodded weakly.
“You should us for the LGBT festival. A cute charmer like you, is always welcome and you’ll enjoy it…” Ilona had the warmest smile. Mary might enjoy this new world after all.
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