AN AFTERNOON ON WALTON'S MOUNTAIN
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction. Characters from the CBS Television series, The Waltons, are used without permission. If you are offended by lesbian sexual situations involving an underage girl, please read no further.
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14-year-old Mary Ellen Walton was in that difficult stage between girlhood and womanhood. An athletic tomboy, Mary Ellen had grown up roughhousing with her brothers, and playing football and baseball with the local kids in and around Walton's Mountain, Virginia.
Although this practice was never approved of by her strict Baptist mother, Olivia. Her kind and wise father, John, had intervened on her behalf, reasoning that young boys and young girls were "about the same at that age." When puberty began, even her father realized that Mary Ellen's days of rough, physical sports needed to be over, and that it was time that she began acting more like a young lady.
One compromise was made: Mary Ellen was allowed to continue playing baseball. Mary Ellen was a good fielder, could hit for average, and could run like the wind. More importantly, the baseball diamond was one of the few places where the insecure teenager felt like she belonged.
Protective of her younger siblings, Mary Ellen was never afraid to knock some heads to uphold the Walton name. That role should have been filled be eldest brother, John Boy, but he was a bit of pacifist and dreamer. Seeing Mary Ellen involved in a schoolyard fight, John Boy was usually the one to break it up.
Mary Ellen chafed at the changes being dictated to her, which included wearing dresses more frequently. More than anything, Mary Ellen feared growing up, and becoming of "marrying age."
Girls on Walton's Mountain started getting married at ages 15 or 16. While knowing that her parents would never push her to marry that young. However, by age 19, any unmarried girl would start to be whisperingly referred to as a "spinster," like the septuagenarian Baldwin sisters.
Mary Ellen's mother tried to counsel and console her teenage daughter, explaining that her body changes and that her mood swings were normal parts of growing up. Mary Ellen would "be herself" soon enough she was assured.
That was part of the problem, Mary Ellen wasn't quite sure who she was. 12-year-old younger sister, Erin, was thought to be "the pretty one." 6-year-old sister, Elizabeth, was the pampered and adored "baby."
Mary Ellen often thought to herself, "It would be so much easier if I was a boy." Not allowed to work in the family saw mill, Mary Ellen had to help with the "women's work," which consisted of cooking, cleaning, and mending clothes with a needle and thread, which she abhored. A dutiful daughter, she did as she was told, but not without the occasional gripes and groans of a teenage girl.
One summer afternoon Mary Ellen was at Ike Godsey's general store with the other Walton children. They had saved their pennies and nickels to buy cold soda pop. Not having enough money for all seven siblings to have their own soda, the younger children would have to share.
Suddenly, a loud rumbling was heard in the distance. It was heading toward the Godsey store on the main road. Ike and the children stepped outside to see just what was making all of that noise.
A black leather jacketed motorcycle soon became visible around the bend. The dusty rider parked in front of the general store, and removed his goggles and leather flight helmet.
Stepping off the big Harley Davidson motorcycle, the rider shook out her long, blonde hair. It was a woman! "Howdy," she said to the curious group. Handing Ike a poster, she asked if he would hang it up at his store. It was an advertisement for a motorcycle race that would take place in a few days at the annual Jefferson County fair.
The rider, despite the dust on her face, was as pretty as a Hollywood movie star, Mary Ellen thought. The 14-year-old could feel an unfamiliar fluttering in her stomach as she looked at the beautiful stranger who was dressed like a man.
The rider introduced herself as Martha Collins. She was then inundated with questions from the Walton children. Martha explained that she was part of a barnstorming racing circuit that performed at different events for prize money. Martha was the lone female on the circuit. Her good looks, and the novelty of being a female racer, helped to draw crowds all over the south.
Mary Ellen was more than intrigued. Here was a young woman, probably not yet 30, and she wasn't doing what the world expected her to do. She wasn't married, and she had no children. Mary Ellen fantasized about being able to go anywhere in the world, anytime she wanted to.
As the other Walton kids drifted back into the store, Mary Ellen stayed outside to talk further with Martha. Practically gushing over Martha's apparent freedom, Mary Ellen had a million excited questions for the seemingly glamorous motorcycle rider.
Martha, saying that it was "Sure nice to make a new friend," excused herself and explained to Mary Ellen that she had several more stops to make to hand out posters for the race.
Saying to the 14-year-old tomboy, "I'm going to be in town until after race. I'd love to have some friendly company. I'll be at Flossie Brimmer's boarding house, when I'm not training." Giving Mary Ellen a big smile, Martha forcefully kick-started her big Harley. Mary Ellen wasn't sure if Martha could hear her saying good bye and good luck as the lone rider tore down the dirt road.
Mary Ellen looked at herself in the reflection of Ike Godsey's store window. For once, she was self-conscious about her appearance, and wished that she had been wearing a dress, and not her well-worn overalls.
Back at home, all of the kids were rapidly talking over one another about the female motorcycle racer that they had just met. Jim Bob, already fascinated by anything with a motor, declared: "I'd like to marry a woman like that someday." There was much good-natured laughter.
Trying to top all of her siblings, Mary Ellen said, "Martha and I are already friends. She invited me to visit her. She and the other riders are staying at Miss Flossie's."
No one was sure if Mary Ellen was making things up until she came down the stairs the next morning with her long brown hair immaculately brushed, and wearing her best Sunday dress.
Seeing Mary Ellen dressed up, Elizabeth innocently asked, "Are we going to church today?" Olivia was curious too about Mary Ellen's sudden transformation, and wrapped her arm lovingly around Elizabeth's head to silence her. The other members of the Walton clan silently stared at Mary Ellen.
"Well!" Mary Ellen said indignantly, "Everybody's been after me to be more like a lady. This is as good as I've got." Her mother gave Mary Ellen an understanding smile and wrapped her arms around the insecure teen. Mary Ellen then reminded everyone that Miss Martha Collins had invited her to visit. Mary Ellen was feeling quite grown up, and politely asked John Boy to drive her into town.
Mary Ellen's father initially balked. "You be careful," he cautioned his eldest daughter. "Some of those motorcycle men are kind of rough." "Don't worry," Mary Ellen said. "Miss Flossie will be there." John Walton quickly remembered that Sheriff Bridges was also just a couple of doors down the street. However, he knew that his oldest daughter could handle herself.
Seeing Mary Ellen as a young woman, perhaps for the first time, John Boy quickly agreed that she could tag along. He had some things he needed to pick up in town for the saw mill anyway.
The drive was quick and mostly silent. John Boy suppressed the desire to tease his suddenly feminine little sister.
Pulling the dilapidated truck in front of the boarding house, Mary Ellen straightened her dress with her hands as she tried to walk elegantly to the front door. Mary Ellen's young age was betrayed by her white bobby socks and two-toned saddle shoes.
Trying to appear mature, Mary Ellen gracefully walked into the front room of the boarding house where she was met by Mrs. Brimmer. One of the motorcyclists looked up from his newspaper and gave a brief wolf whistle in Mary Ellen's direction. He received a very swift and stern reaction from the boarding house owner. "That will be enough of that! Haven't you ever seen a lady before?" The rider sheepishly returned his attention to the newspaper.
Just as quickly as Miss Flossie turned her temper on, she quickly turned it off, smiling at the pretty teenager. "Why Mary Ellen Walton, you look absolutely lovely." Mary Ellen was flattered. She was not sure that anyone outside of her family members had ever said anything like that to her before.
"Miss Flossie, I've been invited to call on Miss Martha Collins. Mrs. Brimmer was a little surprised that a young girl like Mary Ellen was acquainted with the tough-looking motorcycle rider. Knowing that Martha was in the dining room, Mrs. Brimmer called on Martha.
Now cleaned up from her dusty travel, Martha walked out of the dining room with a cup of coffee in her hand. She was surprised to see the young country girl in a dress and with her hair combed carefully. Martha then remembered that she had casually invited the teenager to call on her. She didn't really expect Mary Ellen to take her up on it. She had said the same to a hundred kids. It helped to sell tickets.
Martha was dressed simply in Levi jeans, boots, and a western shirt. Thank God she remembered the young girls name, and said, "Howdy, Mary Ellen." Mary Ellen beamed. She was indeed a welcome friend of the glamorous barnstormer, she thought.
Mary Ellen politely declined a cup of tea, and the two women went to the parlor to talk. It turns out that the pair had a lot in common: Martha had grown up as a member of a large family in rural Texas. Like Mary Ellen, despite having loving parents, she always seemed different from her other siblings. Anxious to make her way in the world, Martha had purchased a motorcycle.
The hours rolled away like minutes. Mary Ellen was surprised and disappointed when John Boy arrived to collect her. Seeing that that his younger sister was captivated by the female motorcycle rider, John Boy inquisitively engaged Martha in conversation, he too was quickly charmed by Martha's manners and intelligence.
Wrapping things up, John Boy said, "Mary Ellen, we need to get back. Miss Collins, it was a pleasure to see you again."
Mary Ellen rose from the couch. She didn't want things to end so abruptly. Looking at Martha, Mary Ellen blurted, "Tomorrow's Saturday, why don't you come over tomorrow? We can have a picnic." Martha planned to have one more practice round the next day, but she could put that off until the evening. The race would take place on Sunday.
Martha looked at John Boy for approval. He smiled and nodded his head.
Returning to the Walton home, Mary Ellen raved about her visit with Martha Collins. Mary Ellen then asked for permission to go on a picnic with Martha the next day. John and Olivia were naturally apprehensive about their daughter becoming so close to an unknown out of town motorcycle racer.
John Boy interjected, "I spent some time with Miss Collins at Mrs. Brimmer's today. She seems really nice and polite. I reckon she can use some friendly company, just like anyone else." Permission was soon granted for Mary Ellen.
Knowing that a dress would be impractical for a picnic by the sometimes-muddy creek bed, Mary Ellen carefully washed and air dried her best pair of overalls.
Hearty sandwiches and apples were packaged in a bag in anticipation of a trek up the mountain. The creek was a freshwater stream, so there would be plenty to drink.
The loud motorcycle could be heard approaching from some distance away. The younger children were excited to get another look at the female motorcycle rider. The Walton parents and grandparents were anxious to get a look and to meet the woman who was going to go on a picnic with 14-year-old Mary Ellen.
Mary Ellen was so excited that she could barely breath. The teenager couldn't explain why she was so thrilled and anxious. It's not like Martha was a movie star or something.
Removing her black leather jacket and goggles, Martha politely shook the hands of the Walton adults like a cultured lady. Martha was smiling broadly and was complimentary of the polite and energetic Walton children. The Walton parents and grandparents were soon charmed.
Reaching for the sack of food, Mary Ellen suggested to Martha that it was time to make the trek up the mountain. Mary Ellen had made it clear to her younger siblings that there would be serious consequences if she and Martha were spied upon. They knew that she meant it. They had received a similar warning from their mother.
Not having anticipated a long hike, Martha suggested that they ride the motorcycle up the mountain. Surely the Harley could negotiate the small trails, she thought. Mary Ellen looked at her father. After a few seconds of contemplation, John said: "You two be careful, and drive slowly." Mary Ellen jumped up to kiss him on the cheek.
Martha placed the food in her side saddle bags. Mary Ellen climbed excitedly on the back of the motorcycle and placed her arms around Martha's waist for balance. Mary Ellen could feel an unfamiliar tingling as she pressed her body against the barnstorming racer. Martha wisely pulled away from the Walton home in a low gear. Mary Ellen had an ear-to-ear grin on her face.
The ride up the mountain was bumpy, but much quicker than a protracted hike on the hot summer day. Laying out a blanket, the two women selected a cheerful, shady spot in a wide area of the gently bubbling freshwater creek.
The two young women hungrily devoured their lunch, and chatted amiably by the cool water. Despite the added altitude of the mountain, it was still desperately hot and humid.
Mary Ellen would never have heard the phrase, "girl crush," but she clearly had one on Martha. Unknown to Mary Ellen, Martha was well-versed on the signs of girl-girl attraction. It was one of the reasons why she had to leave Texas. Martha had been caught naked in bed with the local school teacher.
Martha began to fan herself with a magazine. "I declare," said the rider, "I think it's hotter here than in Texas." Looking at Mary Ellen, Martha asked, "Why don't we go for a swim?" Mary Ellen laughed. "We can't do that. I didn't bring my bathing suit. Did you?"
It was Martha who began to laugh. "We don't need any bathing suits. We're two girls, and I don't imagine that there's anyone around for miles."
Martha began to unbutton her Western shirt and pull off her Levi jeans. Mary Ellen shrugged her shoulders, and lowered the shoulder straps of her well-worn overalls. Tying their hair into tight buns to keep it from getting wet, both women were quickly naked and stepping into the cool water.
Mary Ellen had never seen a grown woman naked before. Martha possessed big, round adult breasts. Her figure was fit, curvy and shapely. Most interesting to Mary Ellen, Martha had a big, furry, blonde bush that covered her vagina.
Standing naked in the shallow flowing stream, Mary Ellen felt self-conscious of her slender, adolescent body. The teenager's small breasts were pointy as they continued to bud on her narrow chest. Mary Ellen's hips were barely beginning to widen. Her figure, she felt, was still boyishly straight up and down when compared with the voluptuous blonde.
Innocently, the 14-year-old tried to cover the few, wispy, brown pubic hairs that were sprouting on her nether regions. Mary Ellen could see that Martha's eyes were focused on her young, naked body. Rather than making her feel creepy, Mary Ellen thrust out her small, pointy boobs.
Mary Ellen knew every inch of Walton's Mountain, and pointed to a deeper part of the creek some 30 yards away where they could immerse their bodies in the cool water.
Martha reached for Mary Ellen's hand as the two women walked gingerly through the rock-filled stream. Fortunately, the rocks were all smooth from the centuries of flowing water. Reaching the deeper part of the creek, Mary Ellen lowered her body so that the cool water went up to her neck. Martha followed suit. The water felt refreshingly soothing on the blistering hot Virginia summer day.
Mary Ellen was the first to pop up from the water. The clear water dripped enticingly from her young, erect nipples and teeny breasts. Martha soon stood up in the creek. The water was about waist-high on both women. This time it was Mary Ellen who couldn't take her eyes off Martha's full, mature breasts.
"I hope mine get that big someday," Mary Ellen said as a compliment. Martha smiled. She had not yet turned 30, and her large, upturned breasts seemed to defy gravity. Martha proudly cupped her boobs and gave them a gentle squeeze. Mary Ellen seemed mesmerized.
"Would you like to touch `em?" Martha asked. Looking around, Martha reminded the teenager, "It's just us."
Mary Ellen approached the beautiful motorcycle rider slowly. Reaching her hands out tentatively, as if Martha's breasts were a hot oven, Mary Ellen gently touched both of the beautiful round orbs. The teenager was enraptured and oddly silent as she looked down at Martha's bountiful bosom. Martha put her hands on top of Mary Ellen's to encourage the mountain girl.
For several moments Mary Ellen curiously explored Martha's adult breasts and pink nipples with her hands. Martha then began to lightly fondle Mary Ellen's small boobs, saying, "I think yours are simply gorgeous, Mary Ellen. You should be very proud of your young body."
Martha enthusiastically squeezed, pinched and twisted Mary Ellen's budding booblets. Martha's hand dipped briefly below Mary Ellen's chest to caress the 14-year-old's flat, smooth stomach. Martha could feel Mary Ellen's breathing change as she continued to feel the young girl up.
The teenager gasped when Martha lowered her head onto Mary Ellen's chest and began licking her brown nipples. Mary Ellen laughed when Martha tried to swallow Mary Ellen's small breasts whole.
Petting Martha's blonde hair, Mary Ellen felt as if she might pass out from sexual bliss as the older woman attentively probed her naked body with her restless hands and mouth. Mary Ellen had surely never experienced pleasure like this before.
Martha took the young girl into her arms and pressed their wet, naked bodies together. Martha ran her hands down Mary Ellen's slender back, and into the cool water. Clutching Mary Ellen's firm, athletic butt cheeks, Martha squeezed them excitedly as she began to kiss the cooperative teenage girl.
Mary Ellen had never kissed a boy, and here she was kissing a grown woman. Mary Ellen had never experienced anything so wonderful. She could feel her teenage angst melting away as Martha pressed her big, firm boobs into Mary Ellen's youthful chest.
Martha's experienced tongue began to swirl freely in Mary Ellen's open mouth. A quick learner, Mary Ellen was soon engaged in a spirited round of tongue wrestling with the blonde motorcycle racer.
At last, Martha suggested that they return to the blanket. The women held hands as they walked the short distance through the water to reach their picnic site.
Placing Mary Ellen gently on the blanket, the sun began to dry their naked bodies as they cuddled together. French-kissing the teenager, Martha's hand roamed freely along Mary Ellen's nubile body. Martha stroked Mary Ellen's wet, sparse pubic hair before finding her labia. Rubbing energetically but not harshly, Mary Ellen's entire body began to tingle as her virgin pussy was administered to.
Martha kissed and licked her way down Mary Ellen's teenage body before stopping at Mary Ellen's virgin pussy. Opening Mary Ellen's obliging legs, the teenager could see Martha's pretty face peeking up from between her athletic thighs.
Licking her index finger, Martha slowly and carefully inserted it into Mary Ellen's vagina. Mary Ellen's lower body quivered noticeably as Martha gently penetrated the 14-year-old tomboy, sliding her wet finger in and out with metronome-like precision.
Mary Ellen's legs were spread wide and she was clutching at earth blanket with both hands when Martha entered the teenager with her adept tongue. The older woman's tongue skillfully slithered, darted and flicked its way around Mary Ellen's young pussy.
Mary Ellen reached down to run her hand through Martha's hair. The lusty sensation was more than the teenager could bear. Mary Ellen emitted a guttural, almost animal-like sound as she experienced her first orgasm.
Martha climbed atop Mary Ellen's youthful, naked body and the two began to passionately kiss. Mary Ellen's hands began traverse Martha's body. Finding her way between Martha's closed butt cheeks, Mary Ellen found Martha's pussy, and instinctively began to furiously finger-fuck her new friend.
Mary Ellen licked her cum-filled fingers as Martha positioned her pussy above Mary Ellen's face. The teenage girl enthusiastically licked her first pussy. Martha leaned back and reinserted her fingers into Mary Ellen's pussy.
Shown where Martha's clit was, Mary Ellen parted Martha's pussy lips and concentrated her attention until Martha experienced am orgasm of her own.
Satisfied sexually, it was Martha who suggested to Mary Ellen, "It's probably time that we got back."
The two girls cleaned themselves off in the flowing stream, and dressed for the return trip down the mountain.
Getting on the back of the motorcycle, Mary Ellen again placed her arms around Martha's waist. Knowing that she would never again make love to the racer, Mary Ellen seductively kissed the older woman on the neck. As they made their way down the bumpy mountain trails, Mary Ellen's hand would occasionally "slip" between Martha's parted legs.
The Walton family could hear the motorcycle noisily rumbling down the mountain. Mary Ellen wanted to kiss Martha goodbye and thank her for a wonderful afternoon, but knew she couldn't. Martha exchanged pleasantries with the family, tousling Jim Bob's hair, and thanking them for the nice meal, and hoping that they would all attend the race the next day.
Martha had nimbly seduced many young women and girls as she had traveled the south. She had to admit that Mary Ellen had been a particular treat, and wished that she could remain in town long enough for a return engagement with her young, nearly-hairless pussy.
For her part, Mary Ellen was silently beaming as she waved goodbye to the motorcycle racer. Olivia felt that she could detect something new in her daughter's eye, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She wrote it off to Mary Ellen growing up.
The entire Walton clan piled in the truck to attend the Jefferson County fair, and to root Martha on to a third-place finish.
Mary Ellen would never see Martha again, but she would remember that afternoon fondly for the rest of her days.
The End.
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