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Date: Mon, 11 Apr 1994 03:44:22 UTC
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Hi! There is no Sally Anderson, unless you'd like to
think there was(it certainly wasn't me; I should be so
lucky! :-) This story involves the consensual
erotic relationship between a very young girl and a mature
woman, from the girl's perspective. Read at your own risk!
Marie Z. (the author)
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My Diary
By Miss Sally Andersen, 6th Grade
** Don't You DARE read this without my Permission ! **
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August 12,
Dear Diary,
Well, Summer's almost over and school is about to start back
up again. So now I'll be in 6th grade; I sure hope that the
teachers are better this year. Why do they have to treat us
like we're so stupid? I don't know if I can stand another year
of boring grammar exercises and boring teachers who don't care
about anything but keeping us under control?
I just finished "My Secret Garden". I loved that book! One
day I'll become a writer, and write stories like that, or
better.
Okay, let's open up our Big Old Dictionary and see what word
pops up today:
emolument: n. a fee received, a salary.
I should get an emolument for having to go to school! I hated
it last year. Those stupid boys; one of them pulled my hair and
I got mad and called him a poltroon. He just laughed and called
me "Professor Sally" so I threw a rock at him, but the boys
called me Prof for months after that.
I'll write soon.
Sally
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August 29
Dear Diary,
Mom says that they're putting me in some special classes for
smart kids. It's got something to do with those tests they
gave me last year, I think. These people came in during class
and asked me bunch of questions; I didn't do too well on the
math ones, but when they asked me to write a poem describing
myself, I wrote something like,
Blonde Nymph riding a white Stallion,
Blue eyes laughing at the stars
Keeper of the Flame Immortal
Someday i will Save You All.
They looked at me real funny. I was kinda worried because I had
just found the word "Nymph" in the dictionary the day before
and so I wasn't completely sure about whether I had used it
right, so I went back and checked later:
nymph: 1. a semi-divine maiden living in the sea or woods.
2. a young insect that resembles its parents in form.
Maybe they thought I was calling myself an insect?
Sally
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September 1
Dear Diary,
School started up today! I think it's going to be a much
better year. The first two classes were ok, but I think I'm
going to like my English class! Our teacher is Miss Roberts,
and she's wonderful! She's funny, and she's really smart and
wants us to read a lot of neat books!
Speaking of books, Mom gave me this little book yesterday
called "A Doctor Talks to 9 to 12 year olds", which I guess is
supposed to be about sex. It has all these pictures of boy's
little things, and what my body is supposed to look like when I
get older, and how we get pregnant. It sounds gross; I don't
want any silly boy putting his little penis up into *my*
vagina. I can't even get my own finger up there very far. I
guess it gets easier to do when you grow some hair around it.
I'm only 11 now, so I suppose all this is going to happen in
the next few years.
Yuck!
Talk to you soon,
Sally
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September 5
Dear Diary,
Miss Roberts read us some haikoo (how do you spell that?)
poetry today, and asked us to write something like it. I really
like Miss Roberts; she still hasn't asked us to do anything
stupid like write essays about what we did during the summer.
Oh, here it is, I just looked it up: "haiku".
She came walking in today in a sort of silk gown she called a
"kimono", and told us all about Japanese culture and the beauty
of very short but pretty poems. I loved to watch her walk
around the room, and the way the robe flowed with her long,
pretty, brown hair.
I like her eyes, too; she has these big brown eyes just the
same shade as her hair. Her eyes seem to smile a lot, and when
she looks over at me I get a funny feeling, all over, like
she's sharing some special joke with me, but more.
That book that Mom gave me kept talking about "masturbation",
and how its ok to do it sometimes, but not too much. I couldn't
quite figure it out, so I looked it up:
masturbate: to produce a sexual orgasm by stimulating the
genitals by hand.
The "stimulating the genitals" part I think I understand;
that's just playing with your "pussy" (do the kids call it a
pussy because it gets furry?), but my book doesn't say anything
about what an "orgasm" is. My dictionary says an orgasm is "the
climax of sexual excitement", and when I looked up "climax" it
said
climax: 1. The point of greatest interest or intensity.
2. Sexual orgasm.
I think there's some kind of secret they're keeping from me;
the dictionary is going around in circles! What's so
interesting or intense about playing with your pussy? All I
know is that it feels good when I do it, but it's not
"intense"; maybe I'm not doing it right! This stupid little
book doesn't help at all!
There is something about the way I feel when I'm lying in bed,
and squeezing my pillow between my legs, that gives me the same
kind of funny feeling in my stomach that I get when watching
Miss Roberts. It's like hunger, but I don't feel like eating!
I caught my Mom reading this diary last week! Grrr! I got
really mad and screamed at her and cried. The next day I told
her I had thrown the diary away in a dumpster, but actually
I've found a place to hide it where nobody can find it.
Sally
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September 25
Dear Diary,
I got a letter from Miss Roberts!
After I had written a story in class last week about how I was
going to become a great writer when I grew up, she gave the
essay back to me the next day with a big A+ on it; and as she
handed it to me she smiled, looked into my eyes and gently
stroked my hair.
Then, yesterday, I found a letter in the mailbox from Miss
Roberts! It was in a pink envelope, addressed to "Miss Sally
Andersen", and the return address was from "Miss Sylvia
Roberts". Sylvia! I didn't even know her first name! How
Pretty!
Here's what she wrote,
Dearest Sally,
Hi! First, let me tell you how much I enjoy reading your
stories and poems in class. They are so funny, so
clever, and so intelligent,that it makes me wish that I
had a daughter, and that she was just like you! You know
I cant say things like that in front of the other
children, because it might hurt their feelings, and so I
am sending you this letter so that you will know how
happy I am that you are here in my class!
When I was a little girl I always knew I wanted to be a
teacher,but people often made me feel like maybe I
should give up and be like everybody else. I sometimes
made me sad, and sometimes a bit lonely, but now I see
that it was all worth while, and you have helped make it
so.
Please write back and tell me more about your stories,
and what you want to be, or anything else you've been
thinking about. I'd loved to hear from you!
Yours,
Sylvia.
PS: You can call me "Sylvia" in your letters, but *Please*
don't call me that in class! The other kids would just
laugh, and as I'm sure you know, some kinds of laughter
hurt people. -S.
"Yours, Sylvia!" I was so happy! I went to sleep last night,
hugging my pillow, and whispering, "Sylvia, Sylvia...", and
pretending that she was lying here in my bed, stroking my hair
the way she did that one time in class.
g about her I reached down and touched my
pussy; and all of a sudden I got a kind of a "zing!" and then
that hungry feeling in my stomach got a lot stronger. It scared
me a little bit, so I pulled the pillow out from between my
legs and tried to go to sleep. It was hard though, because for
some reason, now it was hard to breathe.
Maybe this has something to do with those awful changes that
we're supposed to start going through. I don't know if I like
this; it's scary.
Sincerely,
Sally
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October 2
Dear Diary,
I got out a map of our town and looked for Miss Roberts'
house. The street she wrote in her return address is only a few
blocks away from ours, even though the school is miles away.
This afternoon after school I walked over to her block and
found the address. It's a pretty little house, and kind of
looks like one of those gingerbread houses that witches always
live in! I hid behind some bushes in the park across the street
and waited for over an hour before a car came driving up and
parked in the driveway. It was her! I almost came out to say hi
to her, but I felt funny doing that, and shy. Also, I liked
being able to watch her without her knowing about it; it was
fun!
Sally
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October 14
Dear Diary,
lesbian (cf. Sappho of Lesbos): a woman feeling sexually
attracted those of the same sex.
I had to dig through a hundred pages of the dictionary, and a
Medical manual my mother has hidden away in one of her desks,
to find this definition.
I'm not sure, but I think Miss Roberts is a lesbian. A few
days ago we were working on an assignment, and I finished a bit
early. So I walked up to her desk, and as I handed my paper in
she looked up at me, and she was crying! She quickly wiped away
her tears and smiled at me, but it was terrible! She looked so
sad.
She didn't say anything about it later during class, so after
school I went home and wrote a little card saying that I hoped
that she was feeling better, and then walked over to her house.
When I got to her front door I was about to knock on her front
door, but stopped: that funny pain in my stomach suddenly got
really strong, and I felt my face turning red. What should I
say to her? I stood there for 5 or ten minutes, not moving, but
also not wanting to run away, either.
While standing there I suddenly noticed voices inside her
house. I could tell one voice was hers, but the other was a
woman's voice that I hadn't heard before. From the sound of the
footsteps they were coming to the front door! I quickly ran
across the street and behind the bushes and watched.
A woman came out first in a white uniform -- I think she must
have been a nurse. Miss Roberts appeared at the door, and she
was wearing that kimono that she wore in class; but the strings
on it were loose, and I could tell that she wasn't wearing
anything underneath it! I was too far away to hear what they
were saying, but it sounded like Sylvia (I think I'll just call
her Sylvia from now on) was crying or pleading with the nurse
about something. Then she stepped out of the door, took the
woman into her arms and kissed her! They kissed for what seemed
like a long time, and while they were kissing Sylvia started
running her hands down the nurse's back, and holding her
bottom!
Just then a car came around the corner and they quickly sprung
apart before it passed! The woman shook her head back and forth
at Sylvia, and then after the car passed, briefly kissed her
cheek and went running down to her car, got in and drove off.
Sylvia just kind of stood there for a few minutes, resting her
head against one of the posts on her front porch, and then
walked back inside.
I just stood there behind those bushes for a few minutes,
shaking. It had all happened so fast! It was all so confusing,
and frightening, but at the same time so *interesting*. I had
seen women kiss each other before, but that was just things
like little kisses on the cheek like my mom does greeting
women-friends at church! This was something different; maybe
not the nurse, but at least Sylvia really *meant* it, and the
kissing went on for so long. And even if she didn't really
"mean" it, why was she holding the woman's bottom like that?
Whatever it meant, she looked very sad, now, and I started
crying.
Poor Sylvia!
I decided that I really couldn't just walk up to her door after
all that, and so I went home to try to figure this all out.
This all had something to do with sex, but none of the stuff in
the "Doctor Talks" book was any help at all; it just talked
about boys putting their things inside of you and how you
should wait until you're married to let them do it; nothing at
all about women grabbing each other's bottoms.
The book was also no help either, in explaining why, when I saw
Sylvia's kimono open a little, so I could see one of her legs,
or when I thought of Sylvia grabbing *my* bottom, gave me some
of those funny feelings again.
Boy, I sure hope Mom never finds this Diary now.
I'll write soon!
Sally
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October 21
Dear Diary,
Not much to report. Sylvia has been really sad this whole
week; I wish there was something I could do to cheer her up,
but I'm still so confused about what happened outside her house
last week that I don't know what to do.
I think I'm in love with her.
Sally
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October 29
Miss Sally Andersen
1562 N Holly Ave.
Miss Sylvia Roberts
1324 Juniper Way
Dear Sylvia,
I'm sorry I haven't replied to your very nice letter,
before now. You *have* been keeping me busy with all your
assignments; (not that I'm complaining!)
Thank you for telling me it's ok to want to be a writer;
it's nice to know that at least somebody doesn't think I'm
being silly, reading all these books and spending so much time
with my dictionary! You wrote that you were very happy
to have me in your class, and that you sometimes wish I
were your daughter. Well, I think I would have to be one of
the luckiest little girls around, to have *two* mothers
who care about me so much! And I wish I could spend the whole
day just in your class, you make me so happy to be there!
This past week in class you asked us to write a paragraph
describing something in the room. I wrote a poem first,
but then quickly crumpled it up and wrote story instead, about
the blackboard. I know the story was kind of stupid,
but I only had a few minutes left to write this second one.
I saved the first poem, though, and here it is:
An angel with chestnut hair
and tears inside,
Which from one who loves her
she cannot hide.
Whose Heart aches to laugh
and Eyes to smile
Just take my hand...
if but for a while.
I know for some reason you have been sad these past few weeks;
I hope you will be feeling better soon, and that my little poem
will help cheer you up!
Please write! Pleeeease?
Love,
Sally
PS: Who was Sappho? I saw her name someplace, but now I can't
remember where. I think she was supposed to be a Greek poet.
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November 10
Dear Diary,
I don't know if Sylvia has gotten my letter or not. She seems
happier now, and is smiling a lot more, but sometimes I
wondered if I should have sent her that letter?
Sally
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December 15
Dear Diary,
I am still shaking from what happened this afternoon; I don't
know if I'm happy or crazy or sad, because I'm laughing and
crying at the same time.
I finally go up the nerve to go over to Sylvia's house. I
brought a book with me of poems by Emily Dickenson that I
wanted to give her as a present. Those funny feelings started
up again when I got to her door, but this time I was able to
force myself to knock and wait.
I could hear her footsteps coming closer, and as the door
opened I could see that she was wearing her kimono, and it
hair. When I looked up at her she seemed surprised, and then
blushed.
"Hi," I said, "I just wanted to give you your Christmas
present early!"
"Oh! How sweet, Sally! Please come on in!"
She took my hand and led me into her living room. It was nice
to come into her warm house when it was so chilly outside! She
had a fire going in her fireplace, and I walked over to warm my
hands.
"Shall I take your jacket?" she asked, andJkneeled down in
front of me to take of my coat. As she was unbuttoning my
jacket, my stomach started quivering, and as I looked into
Sylvia's eyes, I felt my face turning bright red. As she
reached around to take off my coat, her face came very close to
mine, and I could smell a faint bit of perfume in her hair. Her
breasts lightly brushed against me, and I started feeling
really funny, almost nauseous. But, I just gritted my teeth
together and followed her over to sit in a chair next to hers.
She opened up her present, and said, "Emily Dickenson! How
wonderful! Thank you, sweetheart!", and she got up and leaned
over and kissed me on the cheek.
Now my face was so flushed and my heart was beating so fast
that I felt like I didn't know what to do but just scream, when
Sylvia said,
"Why don't you sit over here in my lap and we can read some
of the poems together?"
I got up ran over and jumped up into her lap as fast as I
could! I was so happy! I snuggled up against her breasts while
she took my book, put her arms around me and we started reading
the poems together. As we read, every so often she would move
to turn the page, and as she did her robe opened slightly to
show a little bit of her breasts. I would kind of try to sneak
a little look at them, but one time she caught me at it, making
us both blush a little. But she didn't try to close up her
robe, either!
The thought of sitting in her lap, made me think about when she
was kissing her nurse-girlfriend, and that got me so excited or
nervous that I decided I needed to do something!
We had the book sitting in my lap, and Sylvia had her arms
around me, and looked over my shoulder at the book. I was
wearing a red skirt, and as she would turn the pages I would
hitch my skirt up just a little so that the book was resting
more and more between my legs. Finally, I had my skirt worked
up so high that the book was resting right on top of my white
panties, and Sylvia was right there, resting the book on top of
my pussy!
I could tell by the way that she was reading that Sylvia was
having a hard time breathing. So, does it feels the same way
for her, too? I looked up at her face while she was reading:
her lips were quivering a little, and her face had turned a
bright shade of red.
That's when I said it:
"Oh, Sylvia, I love you!"
and reached up and kissed her full on the mouth! She was so
surprised that she didn't even move for a few seconds, which
gave me just enough time to try to put my tongue into her mouth
as well. She froze in the chair while I starting kissing her
cheeks, her neck and whispering,
"Oh, Sylvia, let me kiss you, please don't be afraid, I love
you, and I want to make you happy. Do you love me? Please don't
worry, it's ok, please I want to make love with you..."
Sylvia still hadn't moved after all of this, and now I was
scared a little bit. I stopped for a moment, and looked into
her eyes, and smiled. She seemed to relax a little bit, but
still didn't move. Finally, I turned around completely, so that
I was facing her and straddling one of her thighs, and then
bent up and lightly kissed her lips. Something suddenly changed
in her eyes, she looked down at me, and smiled.
She kissed my lips back once.
I kissed her lips again twice.
She bent down and kissed my lips three times.
We starting giggling after this, and then we started really
kissing! It was so wonderful; her lips were so sweet and soft
and gentle! And as we were kissing I had her soft thighs
between my legs, much much better than my old pillow! I started
riding her thigh, just like when I was younger and used to play
"horsie", but now it felt so good!
"Please," I said, "Stroke my hair the way you did that time in
class?" And while she was stroking my hair, I looked down at
her breasts, which were beginning to fall out of her robe. I
reached down and lightly stroked the top of one of them. Sylvia
smiled at me, took my hand and brought it inside her robe and
pressed my hand right up against her nipple.
"Here, squeeze it...gently! at first! there" she said, and as I
was touching her nipples and kissing her I felt Sylvia's hand
run up the back of my skirt and was resting on my bottom.
I gasped. "Sylvia! You're touching my panties!"
"Yes, sweetheart. Would you like me to stop?"
I answered her by kissing her on the lips, again. "No, please,
Sylvia, I'm yours, do anything you like to me, I love you"
I bent down and kissed her nipples, and she pulled my head so
tightly up against her that I thought I might suffocate between
her breasts. But I continued to suck on them, and could feel
them getting bigger inside my mouth. While I was sucking, I
suddenly felt a familiar "zing!" coming up from my stomach, and
then realized that Sylvia's other hand had now gone up the
front of my skirt and her fingers were lightly rubbing the
front of my panties, right against my pussy! That pain in my
tummy started getting more and more intense. At the same time
Sylvia's breathing was getting faster and faster.
"Oh, Sally! If we keep this up you're going to make your
favorite little teacher come!" she said.
"Come where?" I asked. She laughed out loud, which made me pout
a bit.
So then, in between gasps of air, Sylvia started telling me
about orgasms, and how all this funny feeling in my stomach is
building up to a really wonderful feeling at the end.
"Sylvia, could you make me come, too?"
"Oh, yes, baby; Here, now, this chair is getting a bit cramped,
isn't it?; let's go over to my nice big bed!"
And then Sylvia picked my up in her arms and took me into her
bedroom. She had this wonderful white canopy bed, with lots of
pretty lace and soft plush pillows. She laid me down on top of
the bed, and then undid her robe and let it drop to the ground.
I gasped; I had never seen a completely naked woman before,
except in statues, which aren't the same thing. She was so
beautiful, with her breasts standing up like that and the
pretty fur between her legs.
"Okay, Sally, you're next!" And she jumped up on the bed and,
giggling, started to pull my shoes and socks off. At first I
kind of playfully fought her off, but it was fun when I
realized she was taking charge, and so I sat up and let her
unbutton the back of my dress and pull it off, so that now I
was just sitting there in my panties. I laid back and she sat
down at my feet, leaned over and pulled my panties down and
off.
"Oh, you have such a pretty little pussy, Sally!" Can I kiss
it, please?"
(Kiss it? I had never thought of that!)
"Um, okay!"
Sylvia was on her hands and knees over me, and first she
lightly kissed my mouth, and then slowly started working down
from there; first my neck and then around my tummy, and back up
again. She was teasing me!
"When are you going to kiss my pussy?!" I demanded.
"Right now, honey!" She answered, and lowered her face down and
pressed her lips right to my pussy! That felt really good, and
I would have been happy to just have her do that for the rest
of the afternoon, until she then stuck out her tongue and
started licking it! I giggled and screamed at the same time!
"You like that Sally?" I nodded my head.
"You want more?" I nodded again.
"Well, what are you going to do for me?" She demanded. I looked
at her and didn't know what to say.
She answered her own question by rolling over on her back,
pulling me up on top of her, so that I was straddling her face.
While she sucked on my pussy, which felt like it was getting
redder and redder by the moment, I reached down and started
squeezing her breasts, kneading them and massaging them. It was
g in and out of my pussy was driving me crazy!
"You're making me so wet, Sally! Feel how wet my pussy is!"
Sylvia took my hands and led them down to her pussy, and guided
my fingers between her legs. Her pussy looked like a bright red
flower, and it *was* wet! I started rubbing it and getting my
fingers all wet and slippery.
"Would you like to kiss it?" Sylvia asked.
"Yes!"
"Okay, honey, lie back on your back"
And as I laid back on one of her soft white pillows, Sylvia now
kneeled with her legs on each side of my face. I was looking
straight up her legs at her pussy, her breasts, and her
beautiful smiling face!
"Okay, Sally, here she comes" Sylvia started lowering her pussy
lips right down to my mouth. I bent up slightly and kissed the
top of her lips. I licked my lips a little; the juice tasted
sweet. I kissed them again, and this time sucked on the little
button at the top of her pussy lips. Sylvia sighed, and lowered
herself right on top of my mouth!
While I was sucking on her pussy, Sylvia got some kind of baby
oil and was rubbing a little of it on my pussy with her finger.
And the harder I sucked on her pussy, the harder she started
rubbing mine!
My face was feeling really flushed, and I was getting so
excited by the feeling of her stroking and teasing my pussy
with her fingers that I started running my tongue inside her
pussy and biting it and sucking on it really hard, making her
scream! In reply she started working her little finger up
inside my pussy, and the feel of her going so deep into a place
where I didn't think existed just started driving me crazy!
Suddenly, Sylvia's whole body started shaking in a new way, and
just as she started moaning and rolling her hips in sort of
waves or circles, I felt a shot of *intense*...
Pain? Pleasure? Yessss! Oh, Yessss!
...run straight up from my feet through my pussy, and up into
my throat! I screamed and laughed, and cried and started
rolling around, kissing Sylvias pussy, her thighs, the pillow,
her pussy again, as Sylvia got up, turned around and held me in
her arms, my legs wrapped around her thighs, rocking gently
back and forth, back and forth, kissing my forehead, and
stroking my hair, stroking my hair...
Sigh.
After that Sylvia got me dressed and made me some hot tea. We
talked a little bit about what just happened, but there really
didn't seem to be too much else that needed to be said.
It was getting late, and so she had me pack up my things,
walked me to the door, lightly kissed me on the lips and sent
me on my way, with a little pat on my bottom.
I don't know what else to say.
Sally.
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Jan. 2
Miss Sylvia Roberts
1324 Juniper Way
Miss Sally Andersen
1562 N Holly Ave.
Dearest Darling Sally,
Now you know who Sappho was. Let's talk soon, when you
come back from Christmas Vacation!
All my love,
Sylvia.
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