Farah's American Dream Ch. 03

"Just like that, Oh my god."

Moaned Farah as Sarah ate her out on the teacher's table in their old classroom Farah used for praying.

"Please don't stop; I'm gonna cummm."

Farah shrieked as her orgasm hit her, and, just like that, Farah woke up, and it took her a second to realize that she was in her bed naked, her cunt was on fire, and her father was knocking on the door.

"Farah, are you awake? The time for prayer is about to end," Mr. Malik said.

"Yes, Baba, I'm up." Farah replied.

She opened her eyes and saw that her laptop was on her side, and there on the screen was the video Sarah had sent her of masturbating, which Farah was watching before drifting to sleep from the orgasm she had while she masturbated watching the video.

She sat up straight and saw there were about twenty minutes left before the prayer times finished, but her eyes fell on her laptop screen again, and her cunt twitched; she had to decide quickly, and just like that, she played the video again. It looked like Sarah was in an office building wearing corporate office dress with a mask on her face, so no one recognized her.

She started stripping and teasing, and Farah was mesmerized just like before at how hot Sarah looked. She played with her tits, bent over the table, spreading her cheeks to show both her holes, and then she sat down and started playing with herself using the different dildos alongside her. Sarah was riding on a pink-colored glass-shaped dildo with her head tilted backwards and eyes closed when Farah went over the edge and let out a hoarse moan of

"OHH FUCKKK"

As her orgasm hit her, she squeezed her tits, feeling the sensations of her orgasm in her body.

She finally calmed down and put her fingers in her mouth tasting herself and her eyes went to the mirror and on her own reflection and she felt a rush that she couldn't explain, but at the same moment there was a knock on the door that brought her down from her high and back to her senses

"Farah are you up?" Her father asked.

She didn't reply and quickly put the laptop away and put the prayer mat down and wore her burka that she used for praying without wearing anything underneath and opened the door.

"Yes, Baba, I was just about to start praying," she replied innocently.

"Ok, after you finish praying, check your email; I've sent you something."

He kissed her on the head and walked back downstairs. Farah closed the door and locked it and took off her burqa, getting naked again, and picked up her laptop, and the screen still had Sarah's video. Farah opened the new tab and then opened the email that her father had sent. It was a brochure of an Islamic school and community center that taught HS kids on weekends about Islam.

Farah read stuff about Islam and listened to a video about praying and what happens if you don't pray, and the guilt came over her, but her confusion was still there.

She went back and forth between the two tabs: a naked Sarah on one side while a hijab-wearing woman was posturing on the other side. She closed her laptop and put it aside and looked in her mirror and saw herself naked, her pussy still glistening, but then her eyes fell on the prayer mat and her prayer burka, and frustration and confusion gripped her body as she got up and threw the mat and burka in her closet and put a sheet over her mirror so she couldn't see herself and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

She took her time in the shower, letting the water fall on her head as she just stood with her eyes closed and those two pictures in her head, finding a battle amongst themselves trying to win Farah over. She opened her eyes, closed the tap, dried herself, and started getting ready silently, and within ten minutes she was ready.

She checked her mobile, and there were messages from her friends, including Sarah, but she didn't reply and, grabbing her laptop and school bag, went out of the room to go downstairs for breakfast.

She had just reached the kitchen when she heard her father.

"This is the best Islamic school in this area, and the good news is she can start from this weekend, and it's just four to five hours there."

Mr. Malik was telling her spouse about the Islamic school he had found for Farah.

"Ahh, here comes my princess," Mr. Malik said as Farah approached them, who smiled and sat down, taking a toast from her mother as she said.

"We need to check it out first and make sure it doesn't affect her other activities, like football and that cheerleader program, before we enroll her there."

"Do you not trust my judgement?"

He said in a mixture of annoyed and shocked tone.

"It's not about trusting your judgment. If I didn't trust your judgement, I wouldn't have left my family and country," she shot back.

"We left Pakistan for a better future for all of us, and I'm trying to make sure Farah doesn't fall behind." She finished calmly.

Farah was sitting there with her mouth open, as her mother had never talked back to her father like that, especially in front of her. Even Mr. Malik was taken aback by this retort, but when he spoke again, Farah could feel the anger in his voice.

"So, learning about Islam means falling behind?" he asked angrily from his wife.

"I never said that, but Farah knows more about Islam than all the children her age here, and that's why I think it's important that we make sure that this Islamic school will teach her something she doesn't know instead of wasting our money and her time."

She finished calmly; Mr. Malik stared at her but then looked at Farah.

"We can go and have a look around today in the evening and can pray the Maghrib (evening) prayers there." He finished smiling, looking at Farah, who just nodded.

Farah noticed that her parents didn't speak to each other after that, and as her father left, he only kissed her goodbye without saying anything to her mother, who was in her room getting ready. She came out a couple of minutes later and smiled, picking up her car keys.

"You know, I thought I'd receive a hug and a thank-you kiss from you after putting up a fight for you."

Mrs. Malik said, but Farah didn't listen, as she was back in her thoughts, and the dilemma of those pictures came back to her. Mrs. Malik turned to look at her and saw her gazing out the window expressionless. She pulled her car over and grabbed Farah's hands, which brought Farah back to her senses

"Is everything OK? You seem quiet today. Did you have a fight with Sarah?" Rukhsana asked.

"Nothing like that. I just feel we are both quite different, and our views are not the same," she said absentmindedly.

"Farah, this is the USA. You are going to find people who have different views about different things that don't match your views. That doesn't mean you stop talking to them or stop being friends with them," she said gently.

"Even if those views are about religion, and anyway, baba doesn't like her," Farah replied

"Yes, even if it's about religion. I mean, we knew when we came here that we were going to a place where Islam was a minority so it's nothing new, and I'm surprised that you are talking like this. And about your dad not liking her, you don't worry about him; I'll handle him." Her tone suddenly stern

She started the car, and the rest of the journey went without either saying a single word until they reached Farah's school.

"Look, Farah, I want you to trust me. Sarah seemed like a really great girl, and that cheerleading thing that you guys talked about seemed like a great idea, so you should go ahead with it. You are lucky you are getting to do things that many of your cousins can't, so take advantage of it, and if your father tries to put extra work on you like that Islamic school, which you clearly don't need, just tell me, and I'll support you. I know how to handle him."

Farah nodded as her mother smiled at her, and Farah got out of her car and started walking without looking at where she was going, her head still full of confusion about her feelings towards religion and Sarah and how her parents reacted, and she bumped into someone, and the fall of books brought her back to her senses.

"I'm so sorry."

She stammered without looking at the person and bent down to pick up the books.

"It's alright, Farah," the person said.

And hearing this voice made Farah look up. It was her civics teacher, Ms. Anderson, whom Farah really admired and looked up to. Ms. Anderson had one look at Farah and knew something was off.

"Are you OK, Farah?" Ms. Anderson asked, concerned,

"Y--Yes, I am just thinking about the game," Farah lied.

And she quickly picked up the books and handed them over to Ms. Anderson and left without saying anything, leaving Ms. Anderson now even more concerned, as Farah never acted like that and always asked her so many questions, but before she could ponder this, the bell rang and the day started.

Farah barely said anything in the first two classes and just looked lost, and people around her were noticing. Kiara even asked her if everything was OK, and she just shrugged until her third class of the day, which was Ms. Anderson's class, who always started the class by asking questions from the previous lessons. They were discussing the change of dynamics in the major political parties, and Farah was always so interested, but she barely said anything.

Ms. Anderson even looked at her three--four times after asking a question, expecting her to reply, but Farah sat in silence and kept looking at the blackboard ahead of her. Ms. Anderson knew she was looking at the blackboard, but her mind was somewhere else and the moment the bell rang, Kiara tugged Farah to get her up and leave but Ms. Anderson came towards her and spoke

"Kiara, you can leave. I need to have a little discussion with Farah."

Kiara nodded, looked at Farah, and went out of the class towards the cafeteria for the lunch break. Ms. Anderson pulled up a chair and sat next to Farah, who stayed quiet throughout this and just looked at her teacher, but then Ms. Anderson finally spoke.

"So, Farah, are you going to tell me what's going on, or do I need to give you detention because I know you were not paying attention to my class, and I got the same report from Mr. Sanchez and Ms. Smith, and I saw you in the morning, so please, dear, tell me what's bothering you?" She said in a sympathetic tone.

There was complete silence and Farah looked at her and then looked away at the window and Ms. Anderson was getting impatient and about to say something when

"Do you believe in GOD, Ms. Anderson?"

Farah blurted out, turning her head and looking at Ms. Anderson, who was dumbfounded by all the things she had imagined would be troubling Farah. GOD was the last thing on her mind and she looked at the young girl looking at her and expecting an answer, but she had none, and she took time to compose herself before saying

"Why do you ask that, Farah?"

She asked in what she hoped would be a casual tone, but the nervousness in her voice was quite visible.

"Be--Because I'm confused about everything," and tears started rolling down her cheeks from her eyes.

"What GOD says, what my father says, what my mother says, what Sarah says, or what my body says or wants," she hiccupped and went on.

"I have started resenting my father, the man I loved, but now, because of all those things that I do or have done or want to do, he's against them, and that makes me angry, but he says it's because of religion, but then the religion must be wrong, but how can that be wrong? And Sarah got me into this.

She says all those things, which are so true, and I agree with them, but then I feel guilty about going against everyone and everything I know. Even this morning instead of praying at the time of prayer I watched Sarah's video and masturbated and ignored the prayers. In fact, I've stopped praying most of the time, and I'm going mad."

She finished and put her head in her hands, sobbing. Ms. Anderson quickly got up and hugged her and tried to calm her down. She realized that she wanted to vent this but had no one to do so, and she felt sad for the young girl, and her secret hatred towards religion was back. She remembered what had happened to her sister in her teenage years when she was sent to conversion therapy by her parents and the trauma she still suffered from that incident, and she didn't want Farah to feel that way, but she needed to know more before she could help her, so she calmed her down and made her stop crying.

"Listen, Farah, if you want me to help you, then you need to tell me everything in detail about what happened, how it happened and when it happened and don't spare any details, but this is not possible at the moment, as your lunch hour is about to end, and I don't want you to stay hungry. You know what? Come to my house after school, and we will discuss everything in detail." She said, smiling.

"I can't today, as I have to go with my father to check out this Islamic school he wants me to attend," Farah replied with a grimace.

Ms. Anderson had to bite her tongue because she was about to curse, and instead, she took out her phone and handed it over to Farah.

"Please dial his number for me," she said calmly, and Farah did.

Mr. Malik picked up the phone after three rings, looking at the screen with an unknown number and a woman spoke

"Hello Mr. Malik."

"Yes, speaking," he replied.

"My name is Ms. Anderson. I'm Farah's civics teacher and I need to speak about her if you have the time," she said in a nice fake tone

"Yes, absolutely. What's the matter?" Mr. Malik replied concerned

"The thing is we are discussing different political campaigns and how they treat religions during the campaigns and we need representatives of different religions for that, and I wanted Farah to be the Muslim representative but she says she can't do it today as she has to go somewhere else with you." She paused and continued before Mr. Malik could say anything

"Mr. Malik, this is a very important assignment and being a representative of an entire religion will give extra marks and would look good on college applications, so I hope you'd understand postponing today's plan with Farah." She finished matter-of-factly.

"Ohh sure, Ms. Anderson I agree. Don't worry I'll send her a text or call her to say that she should finish the assignment first" Mr. Malik replied quickly feeling proud

They disconnected the call after saying goodbye, and within seconds Farah got a voice note from her father saying that they'd go to the Islamic center tomorrow and she should concentrate on the assignment. Farah smiled and looked happily towards her teacher, and she just smiled back.

The rest of the day went past in a haze for Farah. She was the same in all her classes and barely talked to Kiara and just replied with one word, and she completely ignored Sarah, who tried to talk to her twice, but she vanished before she could come closer to her and didn't reply to any of her texts either.

She was standing in the parking lot with Kiara who usually dropped her home when Sarah came and was about to say something, but Ms. Anderson came there in her car at the exact moment, smiled at all three of them and spoke

"Are you ready to go, Farah?"

Farah nodded and muttered bye to both girls and sat in the car and left

"What the Fuck just happened?" Sarah said in exasperation

"I don't know, but Farah was all over the place today, you know that as well, and they both talked after her class during the lunch break. Maybe she's trying to help her."

Kiara said and started her car, said bye to Sarah, and left, who stood there a bit confused and frustrated because this was not the response she had in her mind after she sent Farah that video, but before she could think more about this, her cheerleading squad was there, and she started joining in their conversation.

Farah sat quietly in Ms. Anderson's car, who herself didn't say much, and, out on some radio, they reached her house in about fifteen minutes.

They entered the house, and Ms. Anderson took off her coat and kept her purse on the table next to her couch and beckoned Farah to sit on it, and Farah did as she looked around the house. Ms. Anderson sat next to Farah, looking at her and spoke

"I think you'll be more comfortable without that."

She said, pointing towards Farah's hijab, and Farah smiled and took it off.

"You have beautiful hair."

Ms. Anderson said,

"Now Farah, Farah, tell me what's bothering you."

She asked, getting closer to Farah, so that their knees touched each other and Farah started telling her about the last month: how she lied to her parents about the nudity in the locker room, how she found Sarah there, how they fucked there, how Sarah came to her house and Farah masturbated after she left, how they fucked in the prayer room, how she masturbated last night to Sarah's video and about her father and the Islamic Center.

When she finished Ms. Anderson sensed she really wanted someone to listen to all of this, and she had no one and at that moment Ms. Anderson felt sad, angry and somewhat aroused looking at Farah who was staring at Ms. Anderson's feet

She sighed and finally said,

"Look, Farah, I can't tell you if you want to follow your religious practices or not, but I can say that it does feel extreme."

She stopped and looked at Farah and continued.

"I mean, the nudity in the locker room isn't a big deal. If you go to any gym, you are going to see nudity, and, sorry for my language, it's tits and pussy, the same things that you have."

She smiled and went on.

"Now the sex stuff is again a personal thing. I mean, you are a teenager, you have urges, and you act on them. I mean, I used to masturbate daily when I was your age."

She said, laughing, and this was the first time that made Farah look up.

"You used to masturbate as well?" she asked.

"Ohh yes, I did in fact; I still do. It's not a big deal."

"But I thought you were from a religious family, and you have that cross around your neck," she said slowly.

"Well, my family was religious, but my sister and I, well, we never really followed their path. My sister especially had to suffer more than me, so I'm not a big fan of religion, and the cross is the last gift from my late grandmother; hence, I wear it everywhere."

Ms. Anderson finished in a bitter tone.

"But aren't you scared or feeling guilty of abandoning your religion or leaving your family?"

Farah asked, not being able to keep the frustration out of her voice and Ms. Anderson sensed that

"No, I'm not Farah because, as a human being, it's my right to do what I want, and I don't want to follow some set of rules that were made by men thousands of years ago." She finished calmly

"Look, Farah as I said before, I can't tell you what to do or not, nor can I teach you as a teacher, but as a woman who has gone through what you are going through, my advice to you is we get one life and we need to make our own decisions and do stuff that makes us happy, and, and I can tell that the stuff with Sarah makes you happy."

She said, smiling and Farah blushed but said

"It does, and that's what confuses me. I mean, why would something so good be considered bad?"

She asked herself more than Ms. Anderson, who just smiled and was now getting excited, and her intentions had now changed from helping Farah to fucking her.

"You've just answered your question, Farah, and I think you already know the truth but are fearing what would happen if you accepted it completely."

She got closer to Farah.

"Tell me honestly how many times you have watched that video."

Her hand was on her knees now slowly caressing them and Farah was taken aback by this question, but just the thought of Sarah and her video made Farah's pussy wet, and she replied,