Oksana Romanova was nicknamed Angel at school because she had the face of an Angel. Innocent grey blue eyes, long cascading honey blonde hair and big beautiful plump lips. Her parents were devout Eastern European Catholics. They had four daughters. Oksana was the youngest. Mr & Mrs Romanova were very strict with their daughters. No boys were allowed to meet them unless they were vetted and chaperoned. They believed in virgin brides, yet their three older daughters were all unwed mothers. They were determined that would not happen to their 'Angel'. Oksana was shipped off to Loreto convent boarding school to keep her pure.
All the girls at school thought Oksana was blessed with looks which would propel her to a career as a model on the catwalk. However, Oksana did not like her looks, she wanted to look robust and curvy like her room mate Bella. Oksana also wished her math was as good as Bella's, she needed Bella to help her with her math homework. She wanted to make sure Bella was free that evening and had been told that Bella was at the clock tower with an important guest (refer Chapter 1).
Oksana had actually been struggling with all her schoolwork. She was not the brightest girl at school but she had a kind, gentle nature. Due to a sheltered upbringing, Oksana was shy and socially awkward. She hardly said a word. She had been roomed with Bella to develop her social skills and bring her out of her shell.
As Oksana approached the tower she saw Bella bent over the tower balcony. There was a man standing behind her, acting strangely. He was pushing her.
"Bella!" Oksana called out. There was no response. The man seemed to be convulsing, Oksana called out again "Bella!" This time the two on the balcony separated and were on their was down the tower. Oksana stood at the tower doorway and waited for Bella to come down.
When Bella exited the tower she was accompanied by a skinny old man. Oksana noticed a damp spot on the front of the old man's trouser and Bella looked a little disheveled. Oksana courteously waited for Bella to farewell the visitor before approaching her. Bella seemed distracted.
"Bella, I'm having trouble with my math homework, can you help me please?"
"No problem Angel I'll see you this evening. I'm such a mess at the moment I need a wash." Bella said as she turned around and walked away.
Oksana's eyes popped wide open when she saw a damp spot on the back of Bella's skirt. Why would Bella have a damp spot at the back of her skirt, which matched the old man's damp spot she wondered. The thought made Oksana blush, her fertile imagination went into overdrive. "The old man had pressed himself against Bella!" She thought wickedly. Her parents had warned her about men pressing against her. Her parents warned her about a lot of things concerning males.
That evening Oksana noticed Bella was unusually chirpy. The math homework was a breeze. Oksana's imagination was still running wild.
"Bella, who was that old guy you were with this afternoon?"
"Oh he is the architect the school is engaging to design the hall renovations." Bella replied.
"Mother Superior permitted you to be alone with him? My parents are very strict with me, they wouldn't leave me be alone with a man. There are so many stories in the news about women being molested by men...I live a totally sheltered life, have you ever been... you know... molested?"
"Oh, don't worry about old guys like him. He's too old to be a danger to the girls. He couldn't molest me unless I wanted to be molested." Bella replied with a laugh. "You've been quiet this evening, something worrying you beside math, Angel?"
"I'm 18 and I haven't had any contact with a boy. My school holidays are spent being chaperoned everywhere by my mother. I'm not even allowed to have any boy posters, like the Harry Styles poster you have over your bed. You have a boyfriend Bella?"
"I wish. The nuns guard us day and night. When I'm on holidays I only get approached by jerks, and the nice guys feel too intimidated to approach me. Most of the girls at this school are here because our parents want to keep us out of trouble, of the boy kind. Angel, have you been kissed?"
"No."
"Have you held a boy in your arms and have him press against you, his sloppy, probing tongue trying to enter your mouth, his hands feeling for your tits, his crotch reaching out to press against yours?" Bella asked mischievously.
"No! I only get touched while dancing at church dances. Some of the guys' hands wander down my back. Especially the old guys. That's okay isn't it? There are times when I like being touched, but it feels dirty."
"Oksana, with your angelic looks, when you leave school and go out into the world, they will have their hands all over you, groping and poking, and before you know it, you'll be knocked up like your sisters." Bella said giggling.
"My sisters did not take any precautions, probably to spite my parents or maybe they were in too much of a hurry. I won't end up like them. I'll take my time." Oksana said with a sigh.
"Angel, you'll work it out. You know some girls learn to take it in the butt to avoid getting pregnant, but I think it is better to just use condoms." Bella said looking coy.
"Have you had sex Bella?" Oksana asked excitedly.
"No...not proper sex. I've let guys feel me up and lick me down there. A guy tried to put it in my bum once, he said he had to put it in there so I wouldn't get pregnant but I wouldn't let him." She lied.
"Really? I've heard that hurts."
"Yeah, the butt needs lubrication and time to adjust. You thinking of taking it in the bum Angel?"
"Bella! That's so crude and dirty. I'm not like that." Oksana said indignantly.
"Oksana have you seen a boy's thing? Do you know what a man looks like down there?"
Oksana's face flushed, red. "Only from drawings in my biology book. My parents keep those things away from me. I've only ever seen dogs' things."
"Have you seen dogs doing it? I saw it once. The male dog climbs onto the bitches' back, female dogs are called bitches, and he gets a knot..."
"Bella stop! I've seen dogs doing it. Do we do it in the same position?"
"Well, sort of, but better. We do it in sooo many different ways and situations. I wish I had more experiences. Rumor has it that Willie Jenkins has a big one." Bella said mischievously.
"Willie? The groundskeeper? He's short and old! How could he have a big one? If he could even get it erect, it would have to be wrinkly. Have you seen it?"
"It's just a rumor. Something the girls can fantasized about. Angel, don't you ever get tired of just playing with yourself? One day you will have an irresistible yearning and taking it in the butt may be the only way to get that release. Sometimes, frustrated girls will do desperate things." Bella said looking at Oksana's plump lips.
"I'm desperate Bella. The only guy in my life is your poster of Harry Styles. I think I play with myself too much. I feel guilty about my horniness. Am I a bad girl Bella?"
"Don't be such a drama queen. Almost all the girls have a poster of someone they fantasize about. Nothing wrong with it. The best sex is fantasy sex. Without sexual desire our species would cease to exist. Different girls have different sex drives. Being highly sexed beats the hell out of being frigid. Don't feel guilty about it. If you enjoy it do it."
"Thanks for helping me with my math Bella. It's nearly time for lights out. Good night Bella." Oksana said as she switched off her desk lamp and went to bed.
Oksana lay in the dark feeling depressed. She wasn't doing well at school and to make it worse she was sexually frustrated. With a sigh, Oksana rolled onto her side, facing away from Bella. She was having a bad case of teenage blues. She grabbed her pillow and cuddled it like a comforting teddy bear. That felt better. Her right leg then straddled the pillow, enabling more intimate contact with her body. That felt better still. Oksana's body started to mount the pillow, slowly, quietly. She pressed her pussy against the pillow. It gave her a familiar, pleasant sensation. A quiet sigh. She tentatively ground her pussy against the pillow, her sensitive nipples started to tingle. She wrapped her arms around the pillow and mounted it.
Oksana's hand slipped between pillow and her crotch. She rubbed her nightgown covered pussy. Her wicked imagination went to the old man standing behind Bella. Quietly she pulled her nightgown up. The old man was so sleazy. Oksana cupped her teenage pussy like an old man would. Her hand caressed and fondled her flaps like an old man would. She was getting wet. She decided she would let the old man have his way with her. She imagined a thin wrinkly finger slowly pushing at her vaginal entrance.
The innocent Oksana resisted the old man. The finger retreated but returned again to slowly push into her resisting pussy. Yes. It was wet and slippery. The finger slipped in to the second knuckle. No, Oksana was a being a bad girl, she let him go too far. She straddled her pillow. She ground her hot wet pussy on the pillow, pushing her finger in as deep as it would go. The hardest part was trying not to make the bed creak. After a few minutes of grinding she felt her pussy tingle. She agitated her finger in her wet sex hole until it spasmed, causing her hips to grind down hard on the pillow. She let out a quiet gasp as she came.
Bella was not asleep in the bed across the room. She knew Oksana was playing with herself again, she could hear her. The thought of the pretty, lithe bodied Oksana lying in bed fingering herself had Bella remembering her sexual encounter that afternoon. She had a hot flush, it made her cheeks tingle. She cupped her slit with her middle finger and pressed it against her nub. She heard Oksana's vagina slurping. She had never joined Oksana in masturbation but this time Bella was yearning to squeeze Oksana's tight little buns.
Bella silently got out of bed and took a few steps in the dark. There was a sound of footsteps in the corridor. Bella quickly returned to her bed. Oksana's slurping sound stopped. The footsteps belonged to the nun who patrolled the dormitory at night, making sure the girls were not being naughty. Bella lay in her bed and listened for the footsteps to fade away. By then her ardor had cooled and she fell asleep.
The next day was sports day. Oksana and Bella played hockey in opposing teams. There were four hockey teams at school. Oksana's team played in the first match that day. Oksana was not good at sport. Her slim lanky build did not lend itself to hockey, but on this day she managed to score the winning goal in the last seconds of the match. As the girls cheered Oksana off in jubilation, Oksana noticed the goal net needed to be reset for the next match. The normally shy and passive Oksana happily volunteered to tell the ground's keeper about it, while the rest of the girls walked off to the showers. The girls preferred to say away from Willie.
Grounds keeper Willie was a deeply religious old man who went to chapel every morning, and often spent the day tinkering in the maintenance shed which overlooked the sports fields. He was a featherweight boxer as a young man but had grown frail in his old age. He was said to have been quite a good boxer, but ran into hard times after taking to liquor. The school employing him as groundskeeper saved the old man from a life on the streets. In his younger days he did have the attention of many boxing groupies but the years of hard living had taken a toll on his looks.
