“You haven’t got the egg inside you today,” Emma said.
I laughed. “Of course not, I need to concentrate on my schoolwork sometimes.”
She shrugged. I guess, but will you let me borrow it soon?”
I said I would. The warm water ran and we played in the spray, celebrating the end of the cameras, our mouths kissing, hands exploring the most intimate parts of our bodies. Emma had an idea and I agreed. I lay on the floor of the shower, water streaming down over my face, then she knelt astride my face and instead of water there was just her cunt filling my mouth. I brought my hands up to hold her hips and hold her to me as I sucked at her vagina, licking her clit at the same time. She shivered and moaned, incredibly turned on by my giving her head, instead of the other way around. It didn’t do me any harm either, I loved eating out her cunt, I could see the others squirming and writhing in the flow of warm water, it was terrific, my hands crept down to my own cunt and inside it, I found my clit and settled into a happy rhythm of masturbating myself while sucking out my lover.
“What the hell is going on here?” a voice shouted.
We stopped, dead. Emma got off of me and I looked up to see the purple glare of Roberta Simonds.
“I said what’s going on?” she repeated at the top of her voice. She was so angry I thought she’d have heart failure there and then. I had images of her being brought back to life with the electric paddles they use in hospitals, a nice looking young doctor shouting, ‘clear’ as he applies the current and the body jumps a foot into the air. But no such luck, she didn’t collapse lifeless to the floor. Rachel, the strongest of us, stood up to her.
“We were having some fun, Miss, why, did you want to join in?”
Miss Simonds glowed even redder with anger. “I’ve never seen anything so disgusting in my life, that was lesbian sex you were engaged in, you should all be disciplined, if I had my way you’d be expelled.”
Rachel smiled calmly. “Look, if you want to go to the head and report us, go ahead. But we’ll tell her that you put us up to it, asked us to play lesbian games while you watched, see how much good that does to your career.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” the deputy head said angrily.
“Try us,” Rachel replied, her voice icy.
For a few moments there was impasse. Then Miss Roberts turned on her heel and stalked out. That was it, our fun was over, we started to towel off and get dressed. But at least Rachel had stopped her reporting us to the head, my time at Forest Heights wouldn’t be over just yet.
We got dressed and walked out to the lockers.
“You know what’s happening at Glee club tomorrow?” Emma asked me.
I shook my head as I put on my shiny black mac jacket. Lots of the girls admired it, I felt like a pop star.
“It's our competition,” she replied. “All of us have to do something, sing, dance, whatever. Afterwards, we get to vote on who was best.”
It sounded interesting. “What does the winner get?”
“Its undecided, we usually get together and work out a prize just before the competition, it’s only a little thing, more of a token really.”
I decided I’d run through my dance routine at home, mom could tell me what she thought. But when I got home, she wasn’t in a good mood.
“I need a word with you, Helen. About these videos that have been circulating on the internet.”
I knew I was blushing beetroot red.
“Er, yes, it’s been sorted out, mom.”
I told her about the cameras being pulled from the ceiling vents.
“That’s all very well, and I’m pleased, my darling. But that’s not what I meant. Tell me the truth, are you a lesbian?”
That was a blunt question, one I didn’t know the answer to myself. I thought for a moment, I wouldn’t want to lie to her.
“To be honest, mom, I’m not sure.” I went on to tell her about the horrible experience with John Curtis. “I know that not all boys are alike, but I haven’t met any decent ones yet. And my girl friends are great, they’re really nice.”
“So you haven’t given up on boys, then?”
“No, mom.”
“Good, I think you’re going through a girlie phase, it’ll sort itself out sooner or later. But whatever your sexuality, don’t forget, you’re my daughter and I love you. So enjoy yourself while you can, there’s plenty of time later to become adult and boring.”
She smiled and I hugged her. I’d always worried about having a psychologist for a mom, someone who could almost read your thoughts, but she was great about it. It was time to go through my dance routine for the Glee club competition.
* * * * *
chapter NINE
Mom watched my performances and we finally settled on a sexy little Madonna routine. Ever the psychologist and knowing the kinds of sexual games we played, she said it would appeal best to the other girls. She didn’t say lesbian girls, but I knew what she meant. The next day I got dressed in a high state of excitement, I knew I had a good chance of winning. I got out my silky bra and panties set and fastened the bra. Then I unfastened my bra and took it off. I found my satin corset and put that on instead, it pushed up my tits beautifully, exactly right for today. I didn’t have opaque stockings to clip to the suspenders so I found the thickest black stockings I owned, they were still outside of the school dress regulations but I had a good enough reason for wearing them. I admired myself in the mirror, satin corset, suspenders and stockings, with the furry triangle over my vagina peeping out from under the lower hem of my corset. Now, what about panties, I thought. I found the briefest silky ones I could find, they weren’t much more than a thong. I felt incredibly daring, I put on my skirt and buttoned it, it was so tiny that my suspenders were almost visible underneath, but only almost. Provided I kept my skirt pulled down I should be safe. Until I danced, that is, then there would be something else on show, my suspenders and ultra brief panties would be displayed every time a dance movement caused my skirt to ruffle up. That should keep them on edge, I thought. I buttoned up my crisp, cotton blouse and left the top two buttons undone so that a tantalizing glimpse of my tits was visible at the neckline. Then I did my makeup and went downstairs. Mom raised her eyebrows.
“A little daring for school, darling, are you sure?”
“It’s for the competition, mom, they’ll understand.”
“Ok, we’d better get you to school then, you’ll be late, and you’ve taken so long to get ready.”
It was my bad luck that it was a windy day, as I walked towards the main gate, a gust of wind hit me and lifted the hem of my miniskirt. Several boys were walking past on their way to the boy’s school several blocks away, their gaze locked onto my suspenders like radar and their eyes popped out of their heads. At that distance, it probably looked as if I wasn’t wearing any underwear, they stopped dead and watched me all the way through the door. I smiled to myself, at least I knew how to make an impression with the guys. Emma had been waiting inside the main doors and had seen my display of old fashioned underwear.
“Suspenders, Helen? Christ, I could hardly believe it when I saw them. Are you wearing panties?”
I told her about the mini-briefs.
“Hmm, I can’t wait to see your display later this afternoon. I’m doing a ballet piece, what about you?”
I told her about my raunchy Madonna routine.
“Yeah, that sounds great, pity we can’t dance together,” she said.
I laughed. “The way things are with you and me, we’d re-enact a sex scene on the stage, it might not go down well with Mr. Hudson.”
“True,” she nodded. “We are a bit hot. Maybe we can get together later,” she said eagerly. “You know.”
“I’d like that,” I told her. “At lunch, we’ll maybe slip down to the changing rooms. But not for another shower.”
I spent the morning on a sexual high, the underwear underneath my uniform did something for me, I guess it reminded me of sex with my lover.
The thought of sex with Emma made me feel moist in my crotch, I couldn’t wait much longer. When lunchtime came we met up in the changing rooms and found that they were empty.
“What about the physio’s couch, where we took Miss Epps?” Emma said.
“Let’s do it.”
The advantage of the physio’s room was that it had a lock on the door. We went in and locked ourselves in.
“Now let me get that uniform off you and see that underwear,” she said to me excitedly. She undressed me, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and skirt and tossing them to one side like a stripper would. She stood admiring my corseted figure, the panties barely concealing my cunt, the stockings looking sheer and elegant on my legs, the cups of my corset pushing my tits up and out to make them look bigger and firmer. She ran her hands over them.
“You’re delicious, Helen, lovely.” She kissed my lips, my neck, each tit where it showed, then slowly removed my panties. She knelt down but I lifted her back up. “Hey, not so fast, it’s my turn to undress you.”
I removed her school uniform, this time I took off everything until she was naked.
“Lie on the couch, Emma, I thought some mutual head might be in order.”
“Oh yes,” she breathed. “You mean a sixty nine?”
It was wonderful, I had my head stuck between her legs, sucking her sweet little cunt as she did the same to me. I put my hands under her ass and pulled her tighter to me, pushing out my tongue to bully her clit into a sexual frenzy. She did what I did, we were both into each other, enjoying ourselves at both ends. She tasted sweet to me, musky, girlie, gorgeous. It didn’t take us long before we really heated up and the room was echoing to the sound of our female moans, shrieks and screams, we couldn’t stop it. I stroked her skin, feeling all around her firm, lithe body, thrilling to the cool touch of her. She moaned even louder, on the peak of climaxing, it excited me too much and together we licked each other to a superb, fulfilling climax, clutching each other’s bodies tightly, sucking at each other’s vaginas, glorying in the thrill of giving and being given by your lover. I took my head out from her crotch and smiled at her. She looked so sweet, so content, I don’t think I’d ever felt happier. But it was time to get back to class. I realized that we’d missed lunch, but I wasn’t hungry, I’d eaten enough.
“Hold it there, Emma, I’m going to dress you.”
She sighed with contentment as I put her clothes back on her sweet smelling body, panties and matching bra over her firm, girlish tits. As I dressed her with her blouse, her tiny skirt, her tights, I caressed her body at the same time. She started to moan again with arousal. I hurried to finish off and then buttoned my own blouse over my corseted figure and pulled on my mini skirt. While I did so I saw her looking at my stockings clipped neatly to my suspenders. I grinned at her. “Not again, save it for another time, Emma, we’ll never get back to class.”
Our afternoon seemed to go slowly, but finally we went down to Glee club. I was on last, so I watched the other girls go through their paces. Allison was a sensation as a singer, I knew she should win. Emma, dressed in a white tutu, tore at my heart as she danced through a pretty ballet routine from Coppelia, I’d never seen anything so alluring in my whole life, I wanted to hold her afterwards and whisk her away. The others were great, I knew I was in the presence of some classy performers. Finally, it was my turn. I forgot I was wearing stockings and suspenders, tiny panties that were almost invisible, a mini skirt that would reveal everything once I went into my routine. I just began dancing my own version of Madonna’s famous routine, dancing automatically, sensuously, almost on auto-pilot. It was sex, pure and simple, I was with my lover, she stroked my tits, she touched me all over, except there, that was reserved for the huge strap on dildo that she mimed stroking with lubricant, then I arched as she forced it in me, my eyes shut with the agonized ecstasy that was the hottest part of lovemaking, all my body bucked and heaved to the intensity of the lovemaking. They watched fascinated, several hands went down unconsciously to touch their crotch, I noticed even Mr. Hudson go there and remember with a start where he was and pull his hand away. Then it was over and there was only silence.
I waited. Oh, fuck, I thought, I’ve messed it up. Then a roar of applause swept over me.
“Helen,” Mr. Hudson said, coming up to speak to me. “That was truly amazing, incredible. It was a little on the raunchy side, however. Maybe a bit too much for the school Glee club, but overall it was fantastic.”
The other girls came and hugged me and congratulated me. There was no doubt about it, I’d won.
“Have you girls decided on the prize?” Mr. Hudson asked.
“Not yet,” Rachel replied. “We’re still working on that, but we will find something worthwhile and give it to Helen.”
“I’ll leave it to you then. I have to leave now, I have several other activities planned for this evening. I’ll see you in the history lesson tomorrow.”
I noticed that as he walked out he had a lump in his trousers. Yeah, he’d enjoyed it alright, I knew where he was heading, somewhere to deal with his problem. I almost wanted to grab him to one side and persuade him to fuck me, to be the first guy that I had ever been with, but I knew he would have refused. Besides, I had the girls.
“So what’s the prize then?” I asked them.
“Us,” Rachel replied. “You need to come with us and we’ll give it to you.”
The school had emptied by then, only the janitors and one or two teachers were still around. The girls led me to the nurse’s room and locked the door. There was a single metal framed bed in the room and several white cupboards, curtains, the usual stuff that these rooms have for minor emergencies.
“Stand still with your hands out,” Rachel commanded.
I did so and six pairs of girl’s hands undressed me, every hand touched and felt around my body as they did it. By the time they took off my corset, I was almost ready to go through the roof. Rachel pushed me onto the single bed and before I realized what was happening, Lisa and Yvonne tied my wrists and ankles to the metal frame of the bed. Emma produced a large, black scarf and tied it over my eyes so that I was completely blind.
“From this moment, Helen, you’re on your own, we won’t say a word.”
“But what’s happening here?” I asked her. There was silence. A hand touched my fanny and traced all around it. More hands touched my tits, and then a mouth came down over my nipple and started to suck. I was moving my hips, already becoming aroused, then I squealed in surprise as something long and firm was pushed into my cunt, probably a dildo, it felt like it. Whoever had hold of it started to move it in and around, I squirmed even more with pleasure. Then someone sat on my shoulders and lowered their cunt over my mouth and I started to suck, smelling the rich, girl scent of her musky body. Every time I came near to a climax, the dildo was removed, every time the girl over my mouth did come to a climax she came off and another, fresh, lovely cunt was lowered over my face. By the time I counted the sixth girl to sit astride me, I had lost all sanity, all reason, the dildo in my cunt, the hands all over me, even exploring inside my ass, everywhere, the cunt twisting in my mouth, I had become sex itself, I was sex. I came screaming to a climax and slumped down on the bed, totally exhausted.
They gave me a few minutes to recover, then took off my blindfold and untied my wrists and ankles. They wouldn’t allow me to dress, they had to do it all for me. I felt like a queen as I stood there with six beautiful young girls dressing me.
“That was your prize, Helen, was it ok?” Emma asked eagerly.
I smiled. “It was brilliant, I’ve never known anything like that. Thanks, all of you. I love you all.”
They hugged me again and I kissed them all. As I kissed Emma, I said, “but I do love you a little bit more, my darling.”
Her dazzling smile was a bonus. The seven of us walked out of school hand in hand with each other. We didn’t care, we were what we were. Mom was waiting for me and noticed it.
“You w
ere very friendly with the other girls, did something special happen today.”
“Oh, just Glee club, it was really good. The other girls were really nice to me.”
“I am pleased,” she said. “Have you made any progress with finding the person who was filming you in the showers?”
I told her about the deputy head. She was interested, but cautious. “You know, if you accuse her it would wreck her career.”
“That’s no more than she deserves,” I said hotly.
“True, but only if it really is her doing it. Can you get any more evidence?”
I shook my head. “No-one saw her do it and she used an anonymous server to post up the video clips. Even Miss Epps didn’t see who attacked her.”
“Then you need to get her to admit it,” mom said.
I laughed at that. “Yeah, that would be great, but she’s not likely to, is she?”
“There are ways, you know. Put her in a situation where her emotions get the better of her and make sure someone is there to witness it. That would be enough.”
I thought about it, it was a perfect scheme if we could pull it off.
“Would you show me how to set it up, I suppose it means confronting her with the right things, push the right buttons so to speak?”
“Exactly,” she replied. “Of course I’ll show you. Let’s see if we can make her condemn herself out of her own mouth.”
Moms could be damn useful at times, even psychologists.
* * * * *
chapter TEN
When we got to school the next day, I cornered the girls by the lockers and took them aside for a chat. My mom’s scheme to ambush the deputy head was well received.
“Yeah, we need to nail the fucker good. Who could we use as a witness, we need someone who is above reproach, they won’t take the word of another schoolgirl?”
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