| A Greater Purpose Born in 2033, Kimatra was, if anything, certainly abnormal. Orphaned at a young age, she grew among many other orphan girls, bestowing the name of friend to few as she grew. She wasn't a solitary girl or a troublemaker; truth be told, she wasn't easy to label. Not a nerd nor an attention-seeker, she wasn't lacking in friendliness or brainpower; she just liked being left alone a bit more than normal people. Kimatra was beyond definition; she was content to be herself, yet still craved for a greater meaning to life. In her early teens, Kimatra learned she was a lesbian. It didn't bother her, and anyone who would have made something of it was already being kept at arm's length, if not further. She experimented freely with any of her girlfriends she found sweet enough, but never went steady with anyone, keeping her relationships purely physical until she found someone she liked sufficiently. Kimatra's life would be opened to many new opportunities when, at 14 years of age, she was approached by a well-dressed woman while reading in her room. The woman was, like herself, beyond characterization. She was beautiful, looking to be about in her mid-thirties, though that could be due to some rejuvenation treatments; yet she didn't flaunt her looks, wearing no jewelry and little makeup, nor being adorned by fancy clothes. About her was a great magnetism, and the two younger women following her attested to her charisma; seeming ready to react to her every whim, yet holding themselves like people who were treated with all the respect they were due, they simply added to the woman's charisma. She lost little time getting to the point of her visit. "You have attracted our attention, young lady. I lead a whole community of people like you : smart, friendly and honest, we seek to educate people in the way of life, and the secret of good living. Should you choose to accept our offer, we should be able to to relocate you to our commune, where you will hopefully be able to unlock the secrets of the human mind and body." "With the longevity vaccine accessible to anyone, there are many, like ourselves, who believe we are a generation who will get to live forever; and with such a prospect, many begin to seek answers. There are young women who wish to find greater purpose; and those who did not find it with us have little to complain about, for they are still showered with the love only another woman can give them. If you wish to learn more, please come visit us any time." Kimatra, fearing some dangerous sect but still wishing to learn more about them, accepted the invitation. She got to visit the commune, where she encountered many more women; and with each of them, she seemed to find a potential friend. She gave it some thought, but her instincts had already made their mind where her mind hadn't; she accepted the offer, and relocated to the ladies' commune. Kimatra made many friends, quickly; she seemed to have finally found kindred spirits. She learned that the crux of her education would be on how to pleasure a girl or woman. When not practicing with other students, she would spend much time within the comforting embrace of instructors who had already unlocked the secrets of the female body; and should she herself manage to find the hidden secrets of womanhood, she would be invited to join the commune as a teacher. And so, for the next few years, Kimatra learned about women. The very woman who so easily got her attention when she came to visit her was the first to learn the unlearnable, and she was quick to share it with any who wished to learn. Using deeply-hidden human instincts, recently unlocked, those who learned the secrets of womanhood seemed to walk with a greater understanding of the things of life. Catching the attention of some benefactors, her group soon found itself organized in a commune, where they could easily reach and teach many younger learners. Kimatra's life, from that point on, was dedicated to the learning of the commune's secrets; attending her normal school duties at day, she found the comforting embrace of like-minded girls as soon as she got to her new home. The commune wasted no time in starting her instruction. Her first teacher, a slender woman in her late twenties, taught her the basics, the normal understandings of the female body that all apprentices were expected to have. She pleasured Kimatra's every sensitive spots, and her hands always found their way to wherever the teenage girl itched to be caressed. Her teacher taught her how to use her tongue, in mouths or between thighs; the teenage girl learned how to use the many inventions meant to satisfy a girl or woman, usually through experiencing them first-hand. Even when new teachers were assigned to her, she still continued to learn from her first teacher. Some time after turning 15, Kimatra was assigned two new teachers. The first one, a teenage girl barely older than herself, was to teach her intimacy. They always met privately, away from anyone else, and rarely made love; they, for the most part, cuddled. Their bodies, intertwined every time in new and interesting ways, knew nothing but the gentleness of the girl oh so close to them. Their minds were one, trapped in their own tenderness, often leading their bodies to restful sleep together. But, despite the fact every teacher was equally skilled in making girls and women happy, it was her third teacher who really caught Kimatra's attention. Now 11, Angela was one of those who got a longevity vaccine at a young age, before it was known to be a bad idea; as a side effect, those who got the anti-aging treatment when they were too young actually reached maturity at a much greater age. When she was 8, being a lustful preteen girl, her parents agreed to let her live in the commune, where they could better take care of the girl's unique needs. In just two quick years, shortly after her tenth anniversary, Angela unlocked the secrets of womanhood, the youngest, by far, to attain such knowledge. She had been teaching for over a year now, her 11-years-old body driving any woman with such inclinations crazy with sweetness and exceptional skill. She was to be Kimatra's third and final teacher. The young girl had lots of things to please her older student : she was short, looking infantile despite well-developed little breasts; she was extremely sweet, more so even than most non-mature girls of her age; and she had taken a particular interest in Kimatra. Whenever the two girls met, their encounter could end in nothing but sweaty embrace and tired sweet words, weakly exchanged between exhausted girls. The girl knew how to please women, and she gave extra attentiveness in pleasing this teenage girl, going so far as to only ever call her 'Kimmy', a name Kimatra wouldn't let anyone else use. It was during one of those encounter that Kimatra had her revelation. The evening had started fairly normally; the two girls got undressed and started making out in Kimatra's comfortable bed. As was the custom, Angela started her teaching by pleasing her favorite student; she took her little lips away from her lover's to plant them on her wet pussy. With Kimatra's hands holding her head close, Angela started her expert tonguing, going after the teenage girl's every sensitive spot. Like all teachers, she was capable of giving Kimatra unparalleled pleasure, directing her so her orgasm would hit just when it would bring her the furthest over the top. Unbeknownst to the younger lover, who was enjoying the sweet taste of the older girl, this experience was much different than usual to Kimatra. First and foremost, she started to feel a lot more affectionate for the girl. She was already deeply in love with her, of course, although she could say the same for a few other girls of the commune at the time; yet this time, she felt a special connection, as if she could predict every one of the girl's tongue stroke inside her. She was also starting to appreciate the pleasure more, not because it was any different, but because she saw how good the girl had to be to make her that happy. Every tongue stroke was nearing perfection, touching exactly where it needed to touch to make her happy. But even more than that, the way her lips moved seemed to intensify the pleasure a lot more than usual; even the way Angela held her hands on her lover's legs, helping her relax while bringing her pussy in closer, seemed to be done exclusively for the teenager's pleasure. As the climax grew closer, promising to be explosive for Kimatra, her body started to itch. She felt needs she hadn't felt before. She wanted to take her lover in her arms but, knowing it was impossible, she felt an irresistible need to caress her hair. Her hands moved, seemingly by themselves, to convey her love for the girl. Her voice, too, seemed different; her moans were softer, without any effort on her parts, as if she wanted to make the young girl happy with her voice. And when she finally reached orgasm, she did something she rarely did : she held the girl's head to her thighs, forcing her to drink her sweet gift. Kimatra collapsed, as usual, and Angela came to take her place next to her, cradling her head in the older girl's neck. Yet, when Kimatra tried to wrap her arms around her beloved teacher, she found she already had urges to return the favor. She was powerless to act against them; her compulsions took over, and she took the girl in her arms, caressing her butt and burying her face with kisses. Angela was surprised, but she didn't say anything about it, letting the older girl cover her with love. Kimatra eventually gave up resisting the impulses. Resting the girl on one of her arms, her hand cupping her soft butt, she started caressing her young instructor's soft pussy. She had urges to touch her, and every time she directed her fingers where her instincts told her to, Angela gasped again in pleasure. When she dove her fingers one by one into Angela's soft pussy, the girl's gasps turned into moans, louder and louder as she drove more fingers in. The young girl, unable to react to Kimatra's advances, simply whispered "I love you, Kimmy!" whenever she could feel the courage; and every time, Kimatra's advances grew stronger. When she had three fingers inside the girl, Kimatra stopped just caressing the girl's butt and actually drove a finger into her ass, causing a long gasp, followed by an even longer moan. When she drove a second finger into her ass, the girl screamed loudly. Both her hands were now busy, yet Kimatra had only her lips to think about, busy as they were kissing all over the girl's face; her fingers moved purely on instincts, and her instincts were very right. The young girl soon reached an orgasm, screaming as she wet her lover's hand, grasping at the sheets, before collapsing in her arms; she simply lay there, exhausted, instead of kissing her lover, as she always did. And when, several minutes later, she finally caught her breath enough to say anything, she announced, "You did it, Kimmy. You finally unlocked the secrets of womanhood." ***** Days had passed. Kimatra was tasked to pleasure a great number of the regular teachers to show her skills; each and every one of them was brought to quivering orgasm under her newly-skilled touches, and she was awarded the rank of instructor herself, teaching other girls in the evening until she finished her regular education and could take a permanent position at the commune. The first girl she got to teach was a pretty little teenage girl with a sweet smile permanently plastered on her lips. Kimatra was going to be her first teacher, showing her the basics of a woman's body. When she met her the first time, she greeted her like she would greet any student, girl or woman, from then on. "You can call me Kim." |