Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club

by Jacqui Knight

  “How was it?” she asked me.

  For an answer, I kissed her, smothering her lips with a passionate response.

  “Let me try something on you, Helen, see if you like it. Stay in the shower, I’ll be one tick.”

  She came back shortly with a slightly complicated looking gadget, egg shaped, with straps. She pushed the egg device inside my cunt and fastened the straps around my waist.

  “It's something new I picked up, you can wear it underneath your clothes and no-one notices. See what you think later on, leave it there for now.”

  I was slightly disappointed, nothing much was happening, just a slight feeling of arousal but not earth shattering. I left it there and dried off. I pulled on my bra and panties and put the rest of my school uniform on. She changed into a cool looking dress, a Donna Karen, like a short, Greek tunic, in heavy, pale cream silk. It took my breath away. We went through to the lounge and I sat beside her on the couch.

  I started to tell her about the video problem to get her advice, but she stopped me.

  “Let me just try this,” she said. “Stay still.”

  She reached under my short skirt, inside my panties and groped for the gadget that was lodged inside me. She flipped a hidden switch and, oh fuck, what was happening to me? It was the most intense sexual feeling, I gasped and reached for her.

  “Karen, Jesus Christ, what’s happening to me?” I shouted. “Oh my God, it’s…”

  I held her tightly, the thrill was drilling through me, it was unbearable.

  “You want me to stop it?” she asked.

  “No,” I shouted. “Please no, kiss me, hold me Karen, it’s too much, its, aarggh.”

  I screamed the roof off as I reached my second climax of the evening, this time the vibrating, throbbing device was relentless and wouldn’t stop, I bucked and jerked against her, finally she reached inside my panties, into my vagina and switched it off and I slumped against her. She held me for a while, kissed my forehead tenderly. “My sweet Helen, you’re so adorable, that one was just for you.”

  “Thank you Karen,” I breathed.

  “Would you like to keep it, I bought it for you as a present, I thought you might like it.”

  “Yes, I’d like that. Can I leave it inside me?”

  She smiled. “Now, let’s sort out this problem.”

  She’d got a lot more info, analyzed it, looked at the videos and compared the operation with the fake photos.

  “It’s got to be a female behind this, Helen. Tell your friends it’s almost certainly an adult female, mid to late twenties or early thirties. Probably one of the staff.”

  I gaped at her. “The staff? You mean the teaching staff?”

  She nodded. “That’s where you need to look.”

  Shortly after, mom came and picked me up to go home. “You’re looking happy, Helen, did you have a good time.”

  “Yes, Karen’s very nice, thanks mom.”

  “Good. You’re a bit flushed, though, I hope you haven’t picked up a bug in school.”

  * * * * *

  chapter SIX

  I went to bed that night with the sex egg still fastened firmly inside my cunt. Even switched off, the memory of it was too much and I couldn’t sleep, my hand kept wandering down to my crotch and eventually I took it out. The following morning mom had my freshly pressed school uniform ready and once more I dressed in crisp, clean, starchy cotton, I felt it touching my skin, so cool, so sensuous. I’d put on my matching bra and panties with the dark red trim. My tiny skirt was immaculate, I put it on over my dark red tights and pulled it gently over my body, touching myself as I did so. Slip on shoes, ribbons braided through my hair, a touch of makeup, perfect.

  “You look lovely again,” mom said. “Really pretty darling. You have got a boyfriend, haven’t you, tell me about it.”

  “Honest, mom, I haven’t, I just want to look nice.”

  “Whatever,” she smiled. “Your new friends sound nice, the Glee club. Why don’t you ask them around for dinner tonight?”

  I looked up. Did she suspect anything? No, she was looking quite innocent.

  “That would be nice, mom, I’ll talk to them and call you later this morning.”

  At break I put it to the Glee club girls and they all accepted. Rachel summed it up. “We can get an idea from your mom about these people who are circulating the videos and images, no need to go into details. She’s a top psychologist, she’ll give us some idea of how to deal with it, together with what we learned from Karen, we can maybe target the bastards if we understand them more.”

  I looked forward to them coming for dinner, they were fast becoming good friends. And more. Emma sat next to me at lunch. “How did it go last night?”

  I looked at her. “Oh, it was quite interesting, Karen had some good ideas, she’s not as experienced as my mom but I think we’re getting somewhere.”

  “That’s not what I meant, Helen.”

  “Yeah,” I sighed. “I know. You’ve no reason to be jealous, Emma. Besides, I might yet find a boy and fall in love, so might you, have you thought about that?”

  “Yes, I have. But in the meantime, we’ve got each other and I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

  “That’s ok then,” I replied. “You haven’t got to share me with anyone.” I took hold of her hand and looked her directly in the eyes. “Emma, we’re young, really young and we don’t know how things will turn out. Just believe me when I say I love you very much.”

  She put her hand over mine and held it tightly. “Thanks, Helen, I feel the same way about you.”

  We sat for a moment enjoying that warm feeling of being with the person you love more than anything else in the world.

  “You girls, isn’t it time to get back to class?” a voice said loudly, interrupting our quiet, private moment. It was our deputy head, Miss Roberta Simonds, sour faced and unhappy. She always looked that way, sometimes we wondered why on earth she didn’t find another job if this one was so horrible for her. The other girls were drifting out of the cafeteria.

  “Yes, Miss, we’re leaving now,” Emma said, stopping me from giving her an angry retort that I may have regretted. But she looked at the deputy head angrily and walked away holding my hand firmly, as if to say, ‘up yours’.

  I got home from school, put on my apron and helped mom to prepare some fresh food, then went up to my bedroom to change. After I’d showered I decided on my short, dark blue satin prom dress, it was the prettiest thing I had. I put on my pale blue satin corset, clipped on some stockings and slipped into high heeled shoes. Then I put on the dress and looked in the mirror. Yeah, pretty damned good, I thought, but a few finishing touches were needed. I sat down, my bare ass made contact with the chairas I started on my makeup. I’d decided that tonight I’d do without panties. You never knew! When my hair and makeup were perfect I went downstairs. The girls started to arrive and we sat down to a lively and challenging conversation over dinner. We had to broach the subject sooner or later, Rachel was the first one to describe the obscene videos that had been posted online. Mom just laughed at first.

  “It’s a nasty thing to do, but honestly, videos of naked schoolgirls in the changing rooms and showers is nothing to be ashamed of, is it?”

  We looked at each other, there was a silence at the table. She understood immediately.

  “I see, it’s more than that isn’t it? Some sort of lesbian thing, I would imagine.”

  Our silence spoke more than anything we could have said.

  “Look,” she continued. “I was at school once, you know, I was a teenager with blazing hormones and a crush on other girls.”

  “Mom” I said, astonished.

  “Do you think you’re the only ones, you girls? You’re not, by any means. How bad were the videos? Did they show explicit sexual acts?”

  “Not exactly, but kind of,” Rachel said. We all nodded in agreement.

  “Ok,” mom said. “In that case, we have an idea of who we’re looking
for. Someone with access to the changing rooms, of course, so a staff member, it’s not likely to be one of the girls. They’d need some technical knowledge to enable them to position the cameras properly and wire them up. Also, they’d want a reason for doing it.”

  “Pedophiles?” Yvonne asked her.

  Mom laughed. “Hardly, you’re much too old to interest those particular perverts. No, no, this is someone who has a grudge against the kind of fun you girls were having.”

  I blushed red as she said that and hoped to Christ that she wouldn’t ask me for more details.

  “A woman, probably.”

  I thought of what Karen had said, it was exactly the same, Christ, one of our female teachers? She went on.

  “A member of staff, for sure. Late twenties, early thirties, I’d guess. Does anyone come to mind?”

  “The netball coach, Jessica Epps,” Emma said. She’d sure fit that profile.”

  “Hmm, maybe,” mom said. “Anyone else?”

  I thought back to lunchtime, Roberta Simonds, the deputy head. She’d seen Emma and me looking pretty closely at each other, holding hands. Without giving the details I mentioned it to mom. She smiled, I could tell that she knew exactly what had happened, what we had been doing.

  “Yeah, that sounds like a good possibility. Can you find out more about her background, see if she has any technical knowledge that would enable her to plant the cameras? You could ask around and see if she has any good reason to be upset about girls in relationships, that would give a clue.”

  “I could try and look at her emails,” Yvonne said.

  “Hmm, you know that’s illegal, Yvonne. I’ll leave the decision on that up to you. Ask around, see what you can come up with.”

  After dinner, mom gave me a late birthday present, a beautiful, very pretty, Gucci bracelet watch. The other girls looked on enviously as I joyfully fastened it on my wrist.

  “Thanks, mom,” I said, getting up to give her a hug.

  “You’re welcome dear,” she said with a smile.

  After dinner we went up to my bedroom to use my computer and start checking out our suspects. Yvonne, naturally, sat at the keyboard and her fingers flew over it as she started the complicated process of hacking into anonymous remote websites to start looking for Roberta Simonds’ and Jessica Epp’s email accounts. I’d no idea how she made it work so I left her to it. Emma was looking at my wardrobe, casting an eye over my clothes.

  “You’ve got some nice stuff,” she said.

  I laughed. “Yeah, a bit, but most of it needs replacing. I was standing next to her, our hands seemed to come together as if by magnetism. I had an idea, mom was clattering downstairs in the kitchen, clearing away the dinner things.

  “Emma,” I whispered. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll be with you in a few minutes, I’ve got a bit of a surprise.”

  She left the bedroom and I rummaged in my bottom drawer for the egg shaped vibrator. I stuffed it in my purse and left the other girls watching Yvonne’s efforts on the computer. Emma was waiting for me in the bathroom, I latched the door and she gave me a long, slow burning kiss.

  “What have you got then, what’s the surprise?" she asked. I pulled the device out of my purse.

  “Pull your panties down and I’ll show you how it works.”

  “What? Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, I am. Close your eyes and leave it to me, how’s that?”

  She closed her eyes, her hands were all over me. She reached under the hem of my dress and her eyes opened for a moment. “Christ, you came prepared,” she laughed.

  “Shut up and spread ‘em,” I said. I pulled her panties down to her knees, spread her legs a little more and slowly pushed the egg shaped device inside her. Her eyes flicked open in surprise as it went in but she closed them again. Then I fastened the thin strap around her waist and under her legs and pulled up her panties.

  “Open your eyes, what do you think?”

  She looked puzzled. “Its, kind of ok, but what’s supposed to happen?”

  “This.” I reached inside the elastic of her panties and pushed my fingers inside her, feeling the contours of the device. Then I flicked the switch. It was dramatic, “Oh, dear God,” she breathed. She held on to my tits as her hips started to buck and heave, her expression was of a tortured angel in raptures of sheer bliss. She dropped her hands down and grabbed my ass and pulled it tight towards her. I held her hips and pulled closer too, so that our lower bodies were clutched tightly together. Our mouths met and we kissed, she tried to eat me, so desperate and intense was her arousal.

  “Try not to scream, Emma, I don’t want my mom to hear you.”

  “It’s gonna be hard,” she said. “Christ, it’s unbelievable.”

  She rocked and shuddered, her tongue fierce inside my mouth, she was chewing my lips, pushing hard against me, sighing, moaning.

  “Helen, I can’t stop, I’m, oh Christ, no….”

  She came in a massive heaving and pushing of her hips, bucking against the pulsing, vibrating device that was strapped inside her.

  “Schh,” I said to her. “Keep it quiet.”

  She let out a low, ‘oohhhh’ as she reached her peak, then sagged against me, I reached inside her and turned it off.

  Her eyes shone. “Fuck me, Helen, but that was good.”

  “Yeah, it is pretty intense, you’re right about that.”

  When she was calm, I rinsed her face for her and we went back to my bedroom. The other girls looked at us curiously, but Emma’s flushed face said it all. They ignored us and carried on helping Yvonne.

  “We think we’ve tracked down their email accounts,” she said. “I logged into the school server, checked their emails and traced it back. I’ve set the email store to download to my computer server at home, it’ll take a while to download the lot but I’ll be able to do a search on obvious terms, like the word lesbian, our names, porn, stuff like that. I reckon we’ve got a good chance of nailing the bastard.”

  It was a good effort, we’d made a good start. Mom brought us sodas and we spent the rest of the evening discussing our routines for the Glee club performance. Emma’s mom came to pick them all up and take the girls home, she had a big people carrier. It was only after I’d seen them off that I realized that Emma still had the egg fastened inside her cunt. I smiled, she’d said nothing to me. Obviously she was planning to devote some more attention to it later.

  * * * * *

  chapter SEVEN

  The next morning mom had a further surprise for me, she’d bought me a new coat, a really sexy, short, double-breasted shiny trenchcoat style jacket in glistening black. I put it on and buttoned it up, God, it looked sexy. I felt like a cross between a celebrity and a hooker.

  “You don’t have to wear it to school, Helen,” she said to me.

  “Oh yes I do,” I replied firmly. I wanted to show off to Emma in my stylish little mac, she was such a fashion fiend, it was time I had something nicer to wear. The girls were waiting outside school, their faces long. Emma noticed my new jacket, “hey, that’s nice, Helen, really stylish.”

  “Thanks, Emma. What’s the problem here?”

  “More videos on the internet, and they’re even more explicit than before. Helen, one of them shows you and Emma, it’s even more graphic than before.”

  Oh shit. “Did you have any luck with those emails?” I asked Yvonne. She shook her head.

  “The school server crashed halfway through and I lost the lot. I’ll have to try again tonight, sorry.”

  We went into school and found a quiet corner in the library where we could look at the internet. Yvonne expertly loaded up the website with the videos and played the one with me in it. I couldn’t believe it, at one stage I arched my back over to allow Emma to reach me and the camera was looking straight into my cunt, almost like an anatomy lesson. I felt sick.

  “Yvonne, you’ve got to do something, can you pull this one from the net?”

  “I’ll try,” she replied. “The
bastard changed the passwords and access details, so it’s going to be difficult, but I’ll do my best.”

  I was thinking about my mom, if she saw that there’d be hell to pay. Her only daughter, engaged in a sexual act, a lesbian sexual act, it would mean that I’d probably have to move school. It wasn’t as if it was a casual kiss or touch, no, it was full blown sex, face screwed up in blissful joy at being totally engaged with my lover.

  I went through hell for the rest of the morning, before I saw that video clip I’d started to really enjoy myself at Forest Heights High School for Girls. If mom pulled me out and moved me to another school I’d be back to the beginning. And of course, there was Emma. I met her in the cafeteria at lunchtime.

  “Er, Emma, I lent you something last night, do you know what happened to it?”

  She looked sheepish. “Don’t worry, I’m looking after it for you.”

  She looked down at her crotch. “No, surely not?” I asked her. She nodded and grinned. Allison came and joined us, she looked very unhappy.

  “Hey, what’s the problem?” I asked her. “It can’t be worse than mine, surely?”

  “You should know,” she said bitterly. “Look, before you came here, Emma and I got on fine, but now I don’t get a look in.”

  I was surprised, I looked at them both, but Emma just sat with a small smile on her face, she was elsewhere. Like, down in her cunt.

  “I’m sorry, Allison,” I said to her. “I really didn’t know that.”

  She shrugged. “Yeah, well, shit happens. You playing hockey today?”

  I nodded. “We’ll be cheering on the field, too,” she continued. “We’ve got the use of the coach’s shower room afterwards if you fancy joining us for another shower. I guess I’ll have to get used to being without Emma, though.”