AN AFTERNOON ON WALTON'S MOUNTAIN 2
This is a work of lesbian celebrity fiction, and a sequel to an earlier story. Characters from the CBS Television series, The Waltons, are used without permission. The specific episode alluded to was entitled "The Nurse" (Season 4, Episode 13). If you are offended by lesbian sexual situations involving underage girls, please read no further.
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17-year-old Mary Ellen Walton had recently graduated from her one-room country high school in Walton's Mountain, Virginia, and was, after a great deal of intense study, pursuing her career goal of becoming a Registered Nurse.
No longer the scrappy, baseball-playing tomboy of her youth, Mary Ellen was now a self-assured young woman, enrolled in the School of Nursing in Charlottesville. Initially flummoxed by the entrance exam, Mary Ellen worked with Nurse Nora Taylor to improve her understanding of math and science. In return, Mary Ellen assisted the nurse in the more rural areas of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Girls on Walton's Mountain rarely went to college, and started getting married at ages 15 or 16. While knowing that her loving, protective parents would never permit of encourage her to marry too young, Mary Ellen also knew that by age 19, any unmarried girl would start to be whisperingly referred to as a "spinster," like the septuagenarian Baldwin sisters.
While Mary Ellen was genuinely devoted to becoming an RN, she also had a secret that would prevent her from marrying anytime soon. At the tender age of 14, the pretty, brown-haired Walton girl had very willingly allowed herself to be seduced by a beautiful, blonde, 30-year-old barnstorming motorcycle racer, named Martha Collins.
Sex with the older woman had been more exhilarating and fulfilling than Mary Ellen could have ever imagined. For the last three years Mary Ellen had secretly pined for Miss Collins to return. Still a teenager and at best unsure of her sexuality, Mary Ellen reasoned that her intensive studies to become a Nurse would buy her some time, and at least temporarily allay any unwanted gossip concerning a lack of a beau.
While preparing for her entrance exam, Mary Ellen had assisted Nurse Nora with the poverty-stricken Basham family, where she met a pretty, but very much overwhelmed 12-year-old girl named Violet. Violet Basham had two younger siblings and a very aged grandfather. Violet's mother, Essie, was in bed, desperately ill.
Despite Nurse Nora's best efforts, the woman, who looked decades older than her actual age, was showing no improvement. Waifish Violet bore the burden of caring for her family. A task which she was woefully unprepared for at her young age,
As a help to Nurse Nora, Mary Ellen stayed with Essie and the Basham family, and tried to help Violet with the cooking and cleaning. Ironically, two chores that Mary Ellen had often complained about at home.
The Basham's were among the poorest of the mountain families. With no able-bodied man in the home, there was no income coming in. Violet had but two threadbare, dirty dresses to her name. She had outgrown both at least two years before. With the cloth stretching only to her skinny upper thighs, they looked more like slips on her gaunt, young body. With no undergarments other than panties, Violet's tiny, pointy, blossoming breasts poked through the front of her thin dress, and were plainly visible from the sides.
Violet's little boobs stirred up long tamped-down feelings within Mary Ellen, but she desperately tried to convince herself that she had no sexual interest in the pretty, budding, preteen.
Mary Ellen vowed to bring the 12-year-old child at least one of her sister Erin's old dresses. She would also try to scrounge up some old clothing for the two younger children as well.
Despite the best efforts of Nurse Nora and Mary Ellen, Essie succumbed to her agonizing illness. Violet looked devastated upon hearing the news. Everything would now be on her slender shoulders. Sadly, Violet's geriatric grandfather would soon pass away too.
All of the Walton women and girls did their best to help Violet and her family, who eventually received a modest amount of state aid. Violet was given a crash-course in cooking, cleaning, and managing their small wooden shack.
With the younger children occupied by Jim Bob and Elizabeth, Violet learned quickly and gained confidence. Violet was assured by Mrs. Walton and Grandma, that if she truly ran into trouble that she couldn't handle, the Walton family would be there for support.
Knowing Violet's plight, other neighbors, like the Godsey's, Yancy Tucker, and the Fordwick's pitched in wherever they could, sometimes bringing the Basham children fresh game or garden vegetables.
It had been a year since Essie had passed away. Mary Ellen had stopped by several times, but her studies prevented her from checking in as often as she would have liked.
Mary Ellen rode the family mule, Blue to the Basham's remote location on the mountain. The three children were all dirty, but appeared to be healthy and had gained some additional weight since she had last seen them.
Violet's hair was messy and uncombed and her face was streaked with dirt and sweat, but beneath it all was a very pretty, adolescent girl of 13. Mary Ellen recognized that she was wearing one of her old dresses that had long since been passed down to Erin.
Mary Ellen hugged Violet. She could feel the teen's budding breasts pressing against her chest. Mary Ellen looked hard at Violet. A year had turned her from a skinny preteen, into a slender, beautiful young woman. Mary Ellen could no longer deny that she wanted to kiss Violet... or more.
Priority one was to clean the younger children up. Mary Ellen explained that they were more susceptible to disease and illness when dirty. Violet was embarrassed, and helped Mary Ellen carry in the families galvanized bathtub, which had never been used as often as it should have, as it required multiple bucketloads of water to fill. A bar of Ivory soap was a luxury that couldn't afford to be wasted.
Mary Ellen went to work, and she and Violet took turns bringing buckets from the nearby stream to fill the tub. A kettle was placed on the ancient stove in order to mix in some hot water.
Violet's younger brother and sister resisted, but Violet and Mary Ellen managed to get them into the tub. A couple of rags were cleaned and used as wash cloths as the children were carefully scrubbed down. Their dirty clothes were dropped in a washtub to be scrubbed.
Once the children were dressed, and their dirty clothes washed and placed on a makeshift line, Mary Ellen surprised them with a nickel and told them to walk down to Godsey's store to buy some penny candy. Mary Ellen knew that a nickel would provide the brother and sister with a bag full of licorice. Mary Ellen also knew that the walk down the mountain and the return trip would take the two children quite a while.
Placing her hands on her hips, the sturdy 17-year-old announced to Violet, "You're next." Violet nodded. With the children occupied she would finally have a chance to take a bath without having them in her bedraggled hair.
The two girls emptied the dirty bath tub, and used the same process to bucket fill it, and add some warm water from the stove.
Moving Violet's long hair to the side, Mary Ellen helped the 13-year-old unbutton her print dress. Living in such close quarters with her other family members had removed any modesty from the slender, pretty girl.
Violet's only undergarments were a tattered pair of panties as the dress fell to the ground. The dress and underwear would eventually be washed and hung on the clothesline.
Violet removed her panties. She stood next to the tub radiantly naked with her hands comfortably to her side. At only 13-years-old, her recently improved diet had led to a growth spurt, and she was now nearly as tall as Mary Ellen. Violet's legs were long and slender. Her budding breasts were still very small, but stood straight out in sort of a conical shape. Violet's young pussy was nearly hairless, with only a few lonely strands of enticing, dark pubic hair.
Mary Ellen held Violet's hand as she stepped into the tub. Her glistening, pointy breasts rose just above the water line as she sat. The 17-year-old Walton girl sighed as she looked hungrily at the delightfully naked pubescent girl.
Grabbing a clean rag and reaching for the bar of Ivory soap that was floating in the water, Mary Ellen began to gently scrub Violet's neck, shoulder, and back. Using a pot, Mary Ellen poured water onto Violet's head, using the soap to scrub and clean her long, brown strands of hair.
Violet gave a gasp of pure joy as the water cascaded over her head. Mary Ellen smiled broadly as she washed the face of the pretty teen. With her nose just inches away from Violet's slender, now-clean neck, Mary Ellen inhaled the teen's fresh, soapy scent.
With the washcloth on her hand, Mary Ellen leaned over the 13-year-old to wash her flat stomach. Mary Ellen's arm rested on one of Violet's tiny breasts as she washed below the teenager's chest. Violet's brown nipples were already raised invitingly in the warm water.
Violet playfully splashed Mary Ellen with water, causing Mary Ellen to similarly playfully feign outrage. "Well, if that's the way it's going to be, I'd better prepare for it," Mary Ellen said in mock anger as she unbuttoned and lowered the loops of her bib overalls to her waist, and removed her cotton blouse and bra, revealing her modest, but upright breasts. Violet looked on with interest at Mary Ellen's half-naked young body.
"You're so beautiful, Mary Ellen." the 13-year-old said genuinely, her eyes affixed to the 17-year-old's mature breasts. "So are you, Violet," Mary Ellen said, returning the compliment. Mary Ellen, leaning into the tub, softly kissed Violet on the cheek and neck. Violet faintly purred. Mary Ellen then began to gently wash Violet's tiny, pointy bosom.
"All I've got is these little boobies," Violet bemoaned. Mary Ellen laid the washcloth in the water, and began to circle the 13-year-old's tiny brown nipples and areolae with her finger before more ardently squeezing and kneading Violet's diminutive breasts. Violet leaned back in the tub contentedly as Mary Ellen continued to agreeably fondle her "little boobies."
Licking her index finger, Mary Ellen traced it gingerly around Violet's appealingly full lips. No longer able to resist, Mary Ellen kissed Violet tenderly and repeatedly on the mouth.
Mary Ellen shook her head, trying to snap her head out of her sexually avaricious trance. "This is just a little girl," Mary Ellen scolded herself. She then thought back to her own first sexual encounter with Martha Collins, the motorcycle racer. Mary Ellen was only 14, and she had enjoyed every minute of it, remembering the older woman feasting on her virgin pussy.
Arguing in her own head, Mary Ellen completed washing Violet's upper torso. Asking the pretty teen to stand in the tub, Mary Ellen glided the washcloth along Violet's long, slender legs. Violet's nearly-hairless slit was now at Mary Ellen's eye level. Turning the girl around, the Walton girl meticulously rubbed the washcloth on her hand around Violet's petite, firm ass, running the washcloth daringly between Violet's juvenile butt cheeks, causing her to squirm slightly with excitement.
Turning the 13-year-old to face her, Mary Ellen wished that she could stop, but was overcome by her own prurient desires. Rubbing Violet's upper pubic area, the mountain girl guided the wash cloth and Mary Ellen's hand between her adolescent legs. Violet kept her hand atop of Mary Ellen's as the older girl rubbed Violet's young pussy with increasing vigor.
Violet's legs were beginning to quiver as she pressed against Mary Ellen's hand. "That feels so good," Violet whispered. Mary Ellen was careful not to insert a finger into Violet's pussy. A broken hymen could "ruin" a country girl.
Encouraged by Violet's brazenness, Mary Ellen dropped the washcloth rubbed Violet's pussy furiously with her fingers until the 13-year-old nearly collapsed into the tub from her first orgasm.
Mary Ellen lifted the wet teenager out of the tub. Violet inquisitively squeezed and twisted Mary Ellen's modest breasts as she was carried to the bed.
Placing the naked girl upright on the bed, Mary Ellen lovingly combed the tangles out of Violet's long, brown hair. Occasionally, the older girl would play with Violet's little boobs as she dried the teenager off with a rough-feeling towel.
Placing the slender teenager on her back, Marcia removed her overalls and panties. Now-naked, she looked down at the willing young teenager. Pressing her bare, solid body against Violet's, Mary Ellen began to delicately kiss the blue-eyed beauty. Remembering what she had learned from the lesbian motorcycle racer, Mary Ellen opened Violet's mouth with her probing tongue. Violet was surprised at first, but took Mary Ellen's more experienced lead as their tongues danced together pleasurably.
No words were spoken as Mary Ellen explored Violet's taut body with her free hand. Starting at the 13-year-old's neck and shoulders, Mary Ellen caressed her way down Violet's slender frame, lingering at the mountain girl's little boobs and soft stomach, before descending upon Violet's pussy.
Trailing her hand, Mary Ellen kissed, licked, and sucked Violet's petite boobs and brown nipples before attempting to rim and tongue-fuck the little girl's "inny" belly button.
Feeling that Violet was sufficiently "primed," Mary Ellen shifted her naked body on the bed until her face was between Violet's long, lean legs. Again, using what she had learned from Martha Collins, Mary Ellen slowly licked Violet's clean pussy.
Violet reactively raised her legs at Mary Ellen's initial touch with her tongue. Mary Ellen, using her knowledge of anatomy, pressed her hand into Violet's pubic bone to hold the squirming 13-year-old in place.
Mary Ellen steeled her tongue to repeatedly penetrate the young girl. Finding Violet's tiny clit, Mary Ellen flicked it frenziedly with her tongue, her own long brown hair shaking furiously in all directions. Violet's body convulsed on the bed as she climaxed for a second time that afternoon.
Crawling across Violet's slender body, Mary Ellen proffered a breast to Violet's waiting mouth, which she kissed and suckled hungrily.
Lowering her 17-year-old body, Mary Ellen laid atop the pretty 13-year-old as the shared an erotic embrace, rubbing their nude young bodies together.
It was with a great deal of reluctance that Mary Ellen announced, "We ought to get dressed." Dipping one of the makeshift washcloths into the now-cooled bath water, Mary Ellen wiped clean the sex and saliva from Violet's naked body, as well as her own.
Now-dressed, Mary Ellen and Violet threw out the bath water, put away the galvanized bathtub, and straightened up around the mountain shack. Violet began to scrub her hand-me-down dress in the washtub as Mary Ellen prepared to depart.
Riding the mule down the mountain, Mary Ellen met the Basham children as they walked back up the dirt trail from Godsey's store. The children were contentedly chewing on their licorice.
Mary Ellen would visit the remote mountain shack whenever she could, and would always make sure to bring a nickel with her for the children.
Violet, as her body continued to sexily mature, would prove to be an eager and adept female sexual partner for the aspiring nurse, indulging in Mary Ellen's lesbian fantasies, and holding up her end of the relationship with her tongue, which was continually gaining experience and creativity.
At the age of 16, Violet would marry a kindly shipyard worker, and move to Norfolk with her siblings, which the man chose to raise if they were his own.
Mary Ellen would receive an occasional poorly-written postcard from Violet, who had never been school-educated. Violet would be pregnant within her year first year of marriage.
The End of Part 2.
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