Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if you have problems which result from reading further. Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real people, places, or things mentioned in this story do not appear with permission, and any representations of them should not be interpreted as being in any way based on reality. If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your problem, not mine. Angelina the Naive Nymphette (Part 1) - by Jeff Zephyr (F-solo, exhib) (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. All Commercial Rights Reserved. Angelina the Naive Nymphette The spot between her legs was her treasure, a gift from God as she always thought of it. No one had told her what the purpose of the rapturous sensations contact there generated. On her own, she had decided that such ecstasy had to come from the source of love, God. It was something to enjoy, though she wished she knew more about its nature. Angelina was naked in the woods near the old farmhouse that had been her home for over ten years. Lying among the leaves, feeling the afterglow of the sensations she called "the love of God," which came from touching her body, and most intensely from between the warm moistness between her legs. An observer would have called her beautiful, at the least, but the 14 year old girl didn't know that, nor would she have truly understood how exciting she looked, quite developed for her age. Blonde hair, mid-length with natural curls, a face and body unblemished by acne and with evidence of extensive, loving exposure to the sun, and a shape that could easily have inspired sculptors to a new rendition of Venus, she would have dazzled even dressed. In her natural state, with the flush of orgasm still on her, even a priest would have been tempted. She knew that her body responded to touch, not just her hands, but the wind, rain, brushing against leaves and trees, and the lovely sensations of swimming in the pond near the house. Naked, she could enjoy touches at every point, and though she neglected nothing, it was the point between her legs that always ended her tactile explorations. Nothing matched the sensations there, whether from fingers, twigs, or just the rush of wind and rain. The old nun, Sister Abigail, was both teacher and guardian to Angelina, yet never answered any questions about sexual pleasure, or even details about sex itself, pleasurable or not. Icy silence answered any unwanted inquiries, or worse, threats of punishment, which Angelina knew would quickly become reality. However, the old gray-haired woman's orders stopped her from giving any information about sex at all, or doing anything to reduce the girl's innocence. Therefore, Angelina never learned that sex was evil, or even what sex actually was. Orgasm and masturbation she had learned on her own, but not the names or reasons for them. The sum total of her teaching on sex was that after marriage to a good man -- and no one would marry any other kind -- you would learn to know him in a special way, as the bible taught. From that union, the blessing of children would come. Sister Abigail never gave any details on the process. In their isolation, with no people able to visit without permission, she was able to keep all knowledge of sexuality from Angelina, and much else of the nature of life and relationships. The young girl had not even seen a man or boy, no male at all, during her stay there, and had only the vaguest idea of the difference between the sexes. True enough, the onset of puberty brought a need to deal with the "curse of Eve." But only the basic mechanics of dealing with the situation were taught, not the cause of it. It was just another bit of life for the girl, nothing special, part of growing up, like the growth in her breasts and hips, and the new hair on her body. Sister Abigail was especially reluctant to discuss this particular bloody topic, and by that age, Angelina was no longer disposed to question her cold, demanding teacher. The old nun was the ideal candidate for the unusual requirements that Angelina's Great Grandmother Letitia had set for her. If Abigail ever had the slightest sexual feelings, she never revealed them. Not even in the negative fashion, by disapproving of the girl's sexual explorations or nudity, though neither did she show approval. When Angelina would be discovered naked outside, as she often liked to play "Eve" in the garden and woods, her only punishment came from the cold of nature. Sister Abigail did punish her for skipping lessons or chores to play outside, naked or not, and would discourage her from running around the house naked, or near it, on the grounds that she might catch cold, or get dirty, and also, that she had to do her lessons properly attired, in order to learn well. When Angelina moaned in her room at night, feeling the "love of god," Abigail in no way chastised her, nor did she mention it, beyond reminding her to do her prayer phrases by lesson, not just whatever she felt like doing. The girl never saw the old woman unclothed in any way, nor heard any moans from her room at night. It was as though her teacher and guardian were beyond such feelings, as far as Angelina could tell. She had long before learned not to pry far into the personal life of the people she knew. Angelina was blissfully unaware of the situation that had prompted her placement in this isolated wilderness. Vague memories of her parents filled her dreams, but they were gone from her waking life, and she had not wondered about them for a long time. She believed they were dead, and that this place was where she was supposed to be, since everyone told her so. Her inheritance, as the heir chosen by her Great Grandmother, who had never come to this place since Angelina arrived, was also unknown to her, but it was her family's resources which made this possible. Keeping the secret, and enforcing the rules, was something at which Sister Abigail excelled. While Angelina rarely feared the old woman, despite her cold aloofness, the other visitors were very deferential, almost fearful. Angelina was lonely for friendly companions, but didn't understand what she was missing. No pets were allowed, though she did observe the animals and birds around her home, and would find seeds and scraps of food to feed them, when she was alone in the woods. But the wild animals weren't the same as a pet, and couldn't offer the closeness she needed. Observation of animal reproduction didn't lead to knowledge of how humans did so, and Angelina's teaching directly suggested that it was otherwise. Sister Abigail would permit hugs from the girl, but never returned or encouraged them. In teaching, she was strict though punishment rarely involved physical contact. Instead, Angelina would be deprived of treats, assigned extra chores, confined inside the house, and the ultimate threat, confined to a windowless cellar room for severe disobedience. After one bad incident, with several days spent in that cell at age eight, Angelina ceased attempting to hug, or even touch, the old teacher. It was near that time that she developed the persistent habit of playing "Eve in the garden," though she had no Adam of her own, or even a good likeness to imagine what one would be. No real clue as to why being naked could be wrong, either. To run and play outside was her freedom and release, and when she learned the pleasures of her body, it was even more important to her. Losing it due to disobedience wasn't acceptable, so at the house, she was a very good, proper student. Her curriculum was unusual, omitting much of history and biology, those things which could lead to revealing the evils of mankind. Yet it lacked nothing for basic education, and little in pure intellectual pursuits and sciences. Her religious instruction was also limited, since it was impossible to avoid revealing evils in the process. A great deal of her instruction came directly from her teacher, without references to anything beyond. Complete isolation was impossible, of course, because food and other supplies had to be delivered, and Sister Abigail couldn't handle every teaching task, nor medical needs. Little additional information was available from these visitors early on, despite Angelina's curious questions. They seemed as unwilling to answer on certain topics as Sister Abigail, even when the old woman wasn't around. All of the visitors were female, adults, and tended not to speak to the young girl living there, avoiding contact, though they did look at her. The two who delivered supplies never even revealed their names, and if Angelina went too close to them, she'd be ordered inside to do chores, or simply confined to her room. She didn't know what was wrong with speaking with other people, but she knew that there was some reason for it. Sister Abigail almost never left the house, but when she did leave, or was sick, Sister Christina, a young woman in her mid-twenties, shy and reserved, was around to help out. Though Christina wasn't all that young, she was much younger than the other visitors, and was the closest to a real friend for young Angelina. Sister Christy, as Angelina usually called her (Abigail refused to accept Abby, or any other shortening, of her name) taught music, dance, and art, things that the serious Abigail wasn't able to deal with well. Christy had the most contact of the visitors, along with the Doctor (who never gave a name, just that title). None gave Angelina much more explanation of the world outside, but their contact and friendliness was an essential bit of light and hope in the girl's life. Without them, Angelina might have fallen into despair, with none but the cold, practical teaching and guardianship of the old Sister Abigail. Sister Christy told Angelina, often, that she loved her. Not just that God did, as he did all things, which is all that old Abigail ever said of love. The Doctor also told her that she was loved. Though the older Doctor was less inclined than Christy to let the girl hug her, and sit close, both offered that most human contact to her. Neither lived at the house, though Christy would sometimes stay for weeks. Those days when only Sister Abigail was around, Angelina was glad for chores which let her be outside, and more for the time she was allowed to just play and wander around, especially when she could get naked. The Doctor saw her naked often during examinations, never insisting that she cover up in a gown or such, and of course, realized that her all-over tan was the result of frequent exposure. Though the Doctor called her pretty, she avoided giving any outward sign of the sexual effect the girl had, as she was growing up into a lovely young woman. Angelina had been a beautiful child, even at age eight, when she first discovered the joy of rubbing her naked body outside against leaves and sand. Learning that playing "Eve" gave her a freedom from Sister Abigail, who did not want to discourage this innocence by displeasure even with her presence, made her want to do it all the time, even in the snows of winter. The cold did restrict her time spent naked, but the sensations of cold wind and snow against her body were worth it, There was always private time in the barn later, which had a small stove, enough to warm her up after such adventures, and it was acceptable for her to do so naked, ostensibly for bathing, even though there was a perfectly fine tub in the house. By age 10, her nipples grew and became very sensitive, with the flesh around them expanding. That year as well, new hairs grew between her legs and under her arms, and it seemed to Angelina that her whole body was becoming more sensitive to touch, most especially that place between her legs. The Doctor explained this as just part of growing up, a natural development, and nothing to worry about. The early blossoming of the girl's body affected the Doctor, and Angelina noticed the lady staring at her, after an examination. Even though the Doctor surely had more than enough time to look at the naked girl, and even touch her, she kept looking at the lovely girl, who sat naked, legs apart, waiting for the Doctor to tell her to go, or get dressed. When Angelina asked, "What are you looking for? Is something wrong with me?", the Doctor's quick, embarrassed reply confused the girl. "Uh, no... nothing's wrong. I was just noticing how pretty you were, that's all, like in a painting." Later that day, Angelina heard raised voices from both Sister Abigail and the Doctor, but wasn't able to hear the words. She thought that there was still something wrong, a problem with her, but she couldn't imagine what it was. The next visit from the Doctor seemed normal, except that the lady was more aloof, and wouldn't answer any questions about the previous visit. Very professionally, she looked away from the naked girl as much as she could. As Angelina got older, and the signs of her arousal became harder to ignore, it was difficult for the Doctor to keep her demeanor so calm, but somehow, she managed it. Despite the lack of enthusiasm on the Doctor's part in appearance, Angelina thoroughly enjoyed the physical contact of the Doctor's examinations, especially those of the places between her legs. The Doctor washed, but didn't use gloves for the majority of the exam, and being touched, especially on her pleasurable points, thrilled Angelina. The girl wanted more, but knew better than to ask, especially when Sister Abigail might hear. Sister Christina did not have equal opportunity to observe Angelina closely in the nude, but even with clothing on, she was an attractive girl, with an innocent sensuality that was hard to ignore. Angelina loved life, and all of the pleasures she could find in it, and showed it often. While Sister Abigail took little notice of her exuberance, and would quickly direct her to more intellectual pursuits, Christy encouraged her enthusiasms. Though the young Sister did not mention or participate in the girl's sexual playing, she did follow Angelina into the woods when she was naked, and observed it often. Unlike Sister Abigail, Christy did not tell her to clothe herself when in the house, or near it. When it was warm, Christy let Angelina paint, sing, and dance, naked and lovely. Though Sister Abigail seemed aware of this situation, it was apparently acceptable as long as the reason was to improve the teaching environment. Naked, the girl's muscle movements were far more clear than with clothes on, and Angelina enjoyed the brief touches that Sister Christy's ballet teaching sometimes required. Though Angelina would often hug Christy, even while naked, Christy never initiated that contact, at least until Angelina turned fourteen. Nor did she reveal any overt attraction to the girl, though her naked beauty and innocent lust were hard to ignore. Sister Abigail was an excellent teacher of the academic arts, and by herself, gave her young charge an education better than most school systems could manage. But it was Sister Christina that encouraged Angelina to explore sensuality and joy, and helped accept, if not explain, the wonderful pleasures that she experienced from touching herself, and rubbing her body against things. The experience of art, music, and dance, along with general athletics, was joyous, and the young girl's joy was reflected in her teacher. By age 13, Angelina regularly enjoyed the pleasures from her body, and Sister Christina spent more time observing her in the woods. There were times during her classes, especially dance, where Christy would touch Angelina, or let Angelina brush her body against hers, pushing her breasts against fingers, or in her teacher's face. Sister Christina sometimes would pretend to ignore such contacts, or act as though it was mere accident, but after each such incident, it would be several days, sometimes weeks, before she would return to teach again. Angelina wasn't sure whether the touches and departures were related, as Christy did spend time away occasionally. Sister Abigail, when pressed, insisted that it was merely business, personal or otherwise not the girl's concern. Angelina was never sure, but she worried that somehow, there was something wrong in her life, that her only friend would be gone away, and might not come back. When Angelina reached her 14th birthday, she was a very attractive girl, with a woman's figure starting to appear, and a poise of sensuality which was difficult to miss, even when she was clothed. The "love of God" she enjoyed frequently, especially during the hot summer of that year. Sister Abigail's lessons were less intense now, and the girl was able to keep up without constant direction. In addition, the old Sister seemed to spend more time alone herself, leaving the girl to wander around, without apparent escort or watch. The girl did go quite far from her home, but never saw a sign of other people. She knew that there were some, elsewhere, but she had no clue where to go. One day, she went so far away, naked, that she couldn't find her way by night, and it rained. Shivering and cold, she managed to find her way back. The Doctor and Sister Christy were both at the house, worried sick about her. Despite her nudity, Sister Abigail made no complaint, and just let her come in, to be checked out. Warming up her body heated more than just her skin. Angelina hugged Christy, and the Doctor. After a hot shower, during which Angelina caressed herself, but not quite to climax, the Doctor examined her again. This time, only the Doctor was present, and though the examination didn't strictly require close contact with Angelina's sensitive spots, Angelina asked for that. "I feel funny there. Could you take a look, feel and see if it is OK?" "OK, my girl, I can do that." It didn't take long for the Doctor to find that there was nothing wrong, but she couldn't ignore the hot moisture between the girl's legs, which wasn't from her shower. Though it was forbidden, the Doctor spent longer than usual examining the girl's private place, and then, examined her breasts, even though Angelina had not mentioned them. Angelina sighed when her nipples were pressed in and pulled, but to her dismay, the Doctor stopped before "the love of God" reached its peak. The Doctor turned away, and Angelina decided that it would be OK to take matters into her own hands, and did so, taking only a moment to draw out the glorious wet sensation. This did not go unnoticed by the Doctor, who hoped that the others, especially Sister Abigail, had failed to spot her indiscretion. True, she had not gone much past her instructions with her charge, nor her professional ethics, but in her heart she wanted it. To do more: to let the girl know what her joy was, and share it with her. That was against the rules, of course, and might not be appreciated by the girl, if she would offer it brazenly. Certainly, the old Sister, and their employer, would not consider it acceptable at all, and the consequences of that would be too much to take. Angelina was so lovely now that it was hard for anyone to resist her charms, if they had any interest in such things. Sister Abigail still managed to do it, but even Christy, with no experience of her own to entice her, had a hard time dealing with it. Unlike Abigail, she had observed the end of her contact with the Doctor, and now found it difficult to remain aloof, to resist, especially with the more frequent, sustained contact they had during that summer. The extra attention pleased the girl, and she enjoyed the increase in physical contact. In her dreams, Angelina was touched and touched others, and enjoyed it. She imagined what it would be like to touch Christy, the Doctor, and even Sister Abigail, especially with they as well as herself naked. Whenever Angelina thought that Christy's touches might remain on her breasts, buttocks, or the most fleeting and rare, on the hair between her legs, her teacher would pull back, and go on with the lesson. This was frustrating to the girl, who wanted something more. She just didn't know what she was missing, what more she could do with her life. One hot afternoon, Angelina was working hard at her dance steps, mixing a bit of jazz moves into her ballet. Naked, as usual, and in the heat, Christy had undone her outfit, though it still revealed nothing more than a bit of bare shoulder, it no longer concealed. Especially, it didn't conceal her hard nipples. Running up to her teacher, Angelina pressed her body into her, deliberately aiming the sensitive place between her legs at her hand. Christy did not stop that, or discourage it. She even stroked her there, gently, while Angelina rested between exercises. Not for long, but more than just a quick, fleeting touch, and with Angelina most intensely enjoying the situation. Sister Abigail was away, they were in the barn, and it just felt safe. As the lesson neared its usual end time, Angelina hugged her teacher. For the first time that she could remember, someone kissed her. Christy pulled the girl to her, and kissed her, first a gentle, chaste kiss, then more intensely, pushing her tongue into the girl's mouth. Angelina had rubbed her lips before, and tasted her fingers after pushing them into her body, but this sensation was something new, more intense than she had ever imagined anything could be. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the contact, the feeling of another's hands caressing her ass, then her breasts, nipples, stomach... She was sure that finally, she'd have someone touch her place of pleasure, and arched back in anticipation. But the sensations stopped. Christy let go of her, backing away, almost running. Then, her teacher stopped and stood, saying "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I don't want you to think that I'd do anything... to hurt you, to bother you." Then, with small tears in her eyes, Christy ran. Angelina didn't know what to do at first, but soon followed, but didn't find her teacher. She went into the woods, hoping she'd find her. Instead, she found the pond where she'd swim often, and the light drizzling rain encouraged her to jump in and relax, enjoying herself. Soon afterward, her touches on her body gave her peace, and she hoped that somehow, she had not done something bad to her only friend. Her peace didn't last, as worry returned. The rain intensified, and Angelina lay on her back, legs spread and raised, to let the sensations there drive thought from her brain. She had done that more often lately, letting the "love of God" drive away her troubles, at least for a while. This time, she wanted even more intense sensations, and found a stone, rounded from the water, to push against her sensitive places, and into her, filling her. Not too deep, but with the hard stone contrasting with her soft fingers, mixed with rain. The unpredictable rain varied from soft sprinkles to intense, painful hits, and Angelina took it all. Time had no meaning for her, only the pleasure of her body, the joy of nature's intense massage highlighting her own directed attentions. When Angelina returned to the house, after dressing, Sister Abigail was back. "Where is Sister Christy? I mean, Christina?" Angelina asked. "She had to go away. I don't know if she will be able to return this time, church business sometimes takes people away suddenly." "Did she say anything at all about me?" "No. Oh, she said you were doing well in class, and perhaps, did not need more from her teaching." For some time after that, Angelina was unhappy. She hoped that Christy could come back, or perhaps, even someone new, if she could not. With only Sister Abigail for regular company, her home seemed very cold. In the woods, she could be free, and enjoy life, and especially, feel the "love of god" manifest itself in her. Had nothing changed, had no imposition of the outside world come into her life, it is hard to guess how the sweet, innocent, lusty girl would have turned out. End of Part 1 Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000. Please don't distribute in an altered form, with removal of any part of the story or author credit and copyright info. Do not distribute it, or place it on a website, CDROM, or other location or publication, with any charges for acquisition, either to access the site or archive, or any other charges specifically for the story, without permission. If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to tell me how I could write better, or just would like to say hello, write to me at my email address shown above. You can find more of my stories and other things at my website: /~jeffzephyr/ or via FTP: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/jeffzephyr/