Memories Of That Sacred Time Between Lights Out And Sleep

great wealth and an overwhelming sense of religious duty combine in such a way to leave one's child completely bereft of any motherly affection. my early childhood was spent fervently attaching myself to any tutor, maid, cleaner my mouther saw fit to hire before having them torn away from me a week to a month later when she deemed our relationship to be inappropriate. this pattern continued until my 12th year when i was sent off to an all girl convent boarding school. (i won't mention the name as the school still exists and is a far cry from what it used to be)

the school in question was as controlling as my mother, but with a formal dress code to boot consisting of rather loathsome gymslip with the belt loops on the hips, giving one the appearance of a sack of potatoes, a passable blouses, and not one but two pairs of knickers worn one on top of the another. (if you are wondering why we would afflict such an unnecessary garment on ourselves, its because the nuns would have us raise our skirts and show them that we where "properly attired"). i am eternally grateful that my own daughter and granddaughters where never expected to do something so undignified.

but complaning is not what we came for, and yes we all did in that sacred time between lights out and sleep, 6 girls would come alive in the pursuit orgasmic bliss. i can't imagine we were as brazen with our pleasure seeking in the beginning, as we were at the end of the 3 years spent together in the shared dorm. to say we where open, doesn't do justice to how unabashed we were, all of us relying solely on the veil of darkness alone to hide our sins, and all aware of how thin a veil it really was. i have a vivid memory of lying on top of my bed with my nightie pulled up above my shoulders, fingering myself to the sight of the girl next to me riding her pillow. i have no idea if the other dormitories where as "enthusiastic". there was a code of silence around the topic, not even jokes.

as for more substantial experience the school has a team of 3 gardeners. All middle aged men, with bodys hardend from long days spent in the elements. compared to the nuns they were by far the better teachers, possessing a tremendous knowledge of the flora and fauna surrounding the school, and never shied away from sharing it with any girl curious enough to ask. i also know they weren't afraid to share a more Carnal kind of knowledge with any willing girl. though i never found out first hand.
as for the sisters and house mothers teaching girls one on one, out side of lessons i can say as far as i am aware no such occurrence ever happened, but tryst between girls where possible if you could slip away together to the showers or some other equally secluded spot without looking too suspicious. my first time indulging in the "sin of another" happens after i returned late to the dorm, for reasons that completely escaped me (it's been more than 50 years) and as such took my shower after everyone had already finished their ablutions and vacated the room. so you can imagine my surprise when i was joined by a girl from my dorm. we chatted for a bit through the curtain, about what i can't remember, but it must have been significant as i invited her to join me. we where awkward and hesitant, our kisses unpracticed but our fingers roamed freely, finding all the places that filled us with light. at the time i dident even know lesbians existed, let alone how beautiful two girls entwining could be