Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2006 17:51:37 +0100
From: mozzie@zalau.ro
Subject: Suzie #11

This is the story of a girl's sexual awakening and her experiences and
those of her friends. How her curiousity and self-doubt bring her to
explore new heights in pleasure. The story will develop to show instances
of masturbation, M/F, M/F/F, F/F, M/M - if any of this is likely to cause
you offence, please do not read on ....

It was only two weeks later when I next lowered myself to an all time low
on the whore scale, and a new found high on the sex. I had had my period,
which, thinking back, was a great relief, and I was on my usual little
cloud world that follows.

I was surprised at the speed that the rumours had spread around the
school. Suddenly I was being talked to by girls who hadn't even given me
the time of day before, other girls were looking at me almost in awe. Boys
of all ages and shapes were smiling at me. Some boys looked quickly away
when I would catch a pair of them murmuring and looking in my direction. I
was in two minds; half of me thought this was great, the other terrified
that my secret would find its way back to my parents - or that the school
would somehow find out about my trophies in my vanity case.

The school dramatic society was in full swing. I had somehow been roped in
to being the prompt; mysteriously I hadn't noticed that I had been swiftly
promoted to scenery painter. It was OK, it was a laugh and it also meant
that we had the last two lessons on Thursday off for rehearsals. I had no
idea how a scenery painter was supposed to rehearse but then, neither did
the teachers who let me go. Claire was a real drama freak, she really liked
the extra attention that prancing around on stage brought with
it. Naturally, Marc was also in the society, I hadn't actually worked out
what he was doing there apart from sneaking off with Claire whenever the
opportunity presented itself.

The end of term performance was drawing near and volunteers were in demand
to bring it all together in time. The school hall was opened up over the
weekends and some evenings. It was odd to see the teachers casually dressed
in scruffy jeans and sweaters, they were suddenly human beings who talked
to you as equals on a common task. The timing couldn't have been worse, but
it seemed unavoidable, the build up to the end of term was also the
examination weeks. Those pupils not actually sitting exams were home
revising or farmed out on field trips, which emptied the school to the
required degree of hushed silence.

I welcomed the chance to go into the hall whenever I could. Mum and Dad had
taken delivery of two brothers who had been caught hidden in the back of a
truck with their parents and about ten others. The two boys, both aged
about 8, had started screaming as soon as the immigration service had
separated them from their mother, and had continued screaming ever
since. The only time they weren't screaming was when they were throwing up
through their self-induced stress. It was proving too much for our
household, but they were due to be deported in the next day or two. In the
meantime, the hall's scenery became more and more elaborate as I poured my
free time into it, anything to escape the chaos at home.

It was a Tuesday afternoon. I didn't have an exam; in fact, I only had my
art exam left to complete even though the school still had exams being sat
for the next ten days or so. I could have gone home on revision leave but I
had nothing to revise and I didn't relish the idea of the screaming vomit
monsters. I couldn't visit my friends, as most of them were either sitting
exams, revising or out on the field trips. So I wandered into the ever-open
school hall and examined the fibreboard partition on wheels that I had so
expertly painted as a dungeon wall.

I seemed to be alone, that was not unusual these days. The caretaker opened
the hall up and called in now and again, otherwise volunteers came in
whenever they could spare the time. I was always amazed that some lowlife
didn't get in and smash the place up. I took up my small hand-drill and
managed to drill two halfway straight holes. I screwed two plastic rings to
the wall as dungeon type chain things. They were actually cheap towel
rings, but a coat of blackboard paint had made them look convincing. The
screws were too shiny for a perfectionist like me so I went off in search
of the paint pot that I was using the day before.

My search took me backstage. When I returned two girls were stood in the
wings. They were trying on their witches' costumes which were hung up in
the girls' changing area to the left of the main stage. When the stage was
in use there was a screen that shielded that area from being overseen. The
area was only used by those characters that needed rapid costume changes
during a scene, otherwise the changing took place in the gym changing rooms
which were at the very rear of the stage. There was a similar arrangement
on the right of the stage for the boys that, at the moment, still had its
screen in place. I thought nothing of it, just some enthusiastic players
practising their fast costume changes.

One of the girls was stepping out of her black robes but still wearing a
large black pointed hat. It was very noticeable that she was wearing an
almost blindly white bra and panties set. Noticeable not just because of
the stark contrast on her lightly tanned skin and black backdrop, but that
they were hardly the regulation school blue briefs and halter top. The
panties were no more than a deep triangle the narrow sides reaching high up
on each hipbone. The bra was a matching pair of triangles held in place by
the narrowest of straps.

The other girl was wearing her witch robes but without that ridiculous
hat. She reached across to her undressing companion and ran her hand down
one of the bra straps. I thought it was a little familiar but I figured she
might've been straightening a twisted strap, admiring the material or
something. As I stood, paint pot in my hand, her hand ran down the strap
until it cupped the first girls' breast and gave it a gentle stroke.

I coughed gently. The second witch let go of her friend's breast like it
had bitten her. The first witch pulled her robe back up so fast it was like
it was on elastic. Hatless spoke "Err, we didn't know anyone was here,
sorry."

I smiled, almost sorry for their embarrassment "I was round the back just
fetching some more paint" as if by explanation I lifted the paint pot,
"sorry if I got in your way."

The girls looked at each other, I could almost sense the growing
panic. This time the witch with the hat spoke "Err, look we were well
... you won't tell anyone will you?"

I smiled my most pleasant smile and reassured them "No, no, it's cool with
me honestly. Do you want me to leave you two alone?"

The two girls visibly relaxed and mumbled their thanks, then hatless said
"Nah, we'd best get on with work eh," then, as an afterthought "thanks
though."

I carried on touching up the paintwork here and there, while the two
witches performed a few feet away. I worked out that the one who had the
white undies was Debbie, and her friend was Chloe. They were both in the
year below me, which would make them 15.

They stood on the stage repeating their lines from handheld scripts, then
putting the scripts down on the stage and trying to repeat the performance
without any cues.

After about an hour they started to pack up and I carried on wasting some
time applying unnecessary coats of paint to already-perfect scenery.

I jumped and almost dropped my brush when Chloe suddenly appeared beside
me. "Sorry" she said.

I did the usual dramatic regaining of breath and smiled "I thought that
you'd gone".

Chloe smiled again "I did, but I came back". For some reason we both found
this funny and broke down in a fit of giggling.

Chloe was a Goth; I had seen her around the school with her Goth friends
but never really had had the need to speak to them. She had dyed her hair a
deep blue-black and had black lipstick on, and black nail varnish along
with a positive overdose of dark mascara and eyeliner. She had very pale
skin that contrasted sharply with all that black; on her the effect was
stunning.

She caught her breath and got straight down to business "You're Suzie
aren't you?" I nodded, instantly wary that conversations that started with
someone knowing more about you than you know about them are generally
bad. Chloe picked up on my defensiveness and spoke quickly "Hey it's cool".

Chloe continued, "Claire told me that you might want to buy one of my
toys." I looked puzzled; I really didn't know what she meant at
first. "Claire buys all her sex toys off me, I hear you might want to be a
customer." It must have been obvious that I suddenly realised what toys she
had been talking about because she grinned and said, "Ah, the penny drops".

I was embarrassed but this girl just oozed a sense of trust, somehow I felt
comfortable talking to her. She ploughed on with the sales patter "Look my
Mum works in the Ann Summers shop, you know, when I go and wait for her I
sometimes err borrow things and sell them to my discerning clients."

I didn't really know what to say but the fact that her goods were stolen in
the first place reassured me, in my own mind anyway, that she wasn't going
to go advertising what she did let alone who her customers were to the
whole school. I had paused too long; Chloe said, "Look think about huh, let
me have your number." I automatically rattled off my cell-phone number and
she tapped it into her phone. Instantly my phone rang displaying the
incoming call. Chloe nodded at the illuminated display "That's my number,
give me a call when you make up your mind eh". She smiled and sort of
drifted away.

I mooched around the set, dabbing a spot of paint here, tightening a screw
there until the end of school bell sounded. Within a few minutes all the
cast started to drift into the hall for their rehearsals. A few of the cast
admired my handiwork. Claire arrived with Marc in tow, both smiling at me -
Marc especially. Claire whispered, I've asked Chloe to speak to you, she
might have something for you".

I thanked her and mentioned that Chloe had already made contact with
me. Claire laughed "That girl is going to be rich, never misses a trick
that one." Before we could really start a conversation, the teacher came
in. Mr Pritchard cast an approving eye over the finished scenery and gave
me a 'thumbs up', that was nice of him. Suddenly the whole hall was a
flurry of activity, shouted directions and fluttering of scripts. Marc had
been hovering around, almost desperate to ask me something (I could guess
what, lol) but he couldn't avoid being dragged off by another boy to recite
his lines.

I walked away from the hall, feeling suddenly redundant. I didn't want to
go back home to the screaming duo. Mum and Dad were expecting me to stay on
through the rehearsals as I had been doing as often as I could, so I wasn't
expected home. It was a hot summers afternoon, most of my friends were in
the hall, without really thinking I took out my phone. It was half
curiosity and half boredom that made that call.

Chloe answered with a chirpy "Hi Suze" there wasn't even a hint of 'I knew
you would'. She gave me her address and a few directions. I caught a bus
for some of the way and strolled along the rest.

I ended up in a very posh neighbourhood; I even called Chloe to check I was
in the right place before I rang the doorbell.

Chloe answered the door. She no longer wore her school uniform, instead she
had a voluminous black gown on, like the witches costume of earlier and a
large black crucifix hung around her neck on a thin black leather
strap. She really went into this Goth thing big time, I guess.

Compared to our house this was a mansion. It wasn't of course, but it was a
big detached house with an impressive drive that actually went under the
house to a double garage. Through a gap between a neatly trimmed privet
hedge and the red brick wall of the house I could just see the corner of a
swimming pool with a neat blue cover on it and a paved walkway surrounding
it.

Again Chloe caught up on my train of thought; maybe she's a physic
Goth. She said, "Dad is big in the London Stock Market". Something clicked
in my brain and without really thinking I asked "but your mum works in Ann
Summers?"

Chloe laughed, "That's mum's independence thing. She doesn't really have to
work but with dad away weekdays, I think she got bored - so she got a job
more to keep her happy than earn a wage y'know." The question answered,
there was a moment of silence. Claire spoke out like a true hostess,
beckoning me inside "Anyway come in, come in".

I followed Chloe through the house before we came to what was obviously her
space. The walls and even the ceiling were painted various shades of dark
blue and posters of skulls and demons were everywhere. A large king size
bed was in the centre of the far wall, of course it had black sheets,
pillowcases and duvet. Apart from a bedside cabinet there was no other
furniture in the room, but there was an arched opening into an alcove that
had been neatly divided with dark wood shelves, drawers and rails. All of
her belongings were neatly stowed in the alcove - I would never have pegged
her as a minimalist.

To my surprise another arched opening led into a bathroom. Dark grey wall
tiles covered floor to ceiling, the only reason the toilet wasn't visible
from the main room was because it was around the corner of the wall with
the arch in it. Certainly the shower and washbasin, complete with back lit
mirror, were visible from anyone in the bedroom.

As I admired her room, Chloe lifted the side of her duvet up to reveal an
under-bed drawer. She pulled the door open and set aside a couple of dark
coloured sweat shirts from the top. Underneath was a layer of small boxes
and shrink-wrapped packages. There was also a plain brown shoebox.

Claire passed me the shoebox and said, "You have a look through that lot
and I'll get us a drink. Coke OK for you?" Chloe left without waiting for
an answer. I opened the box.

Inside was a mass of plastic objects. They were all tangled around a length
of elastic. I set about freeing this so I could get at everything else. It
took quite a while, mostly because I didn't know if any of the
multi-coloured stuff inside would break if I simply pulled the elastic
straps. I finally got it free and had just started to look at it when Chloe
walked back into the room with two cans of coca cola in her hands.

She spoke "I thought that would interest you, its one of my favourites. Let
me show you how it works." Chloe put the coke cans on the bedside cabinet
and took the elastic straps from my hands. "It's called the butterfly," she
said like that explained everything. She put her hands inside the elastic
loops and spread it wide "you wear it like a G string, this goes round your
waist and that strap goes up your butt," she rummaged in the box and pulled
out a small flat plastic bubble "and that flimsy little pouch holds this."

She passed a plastic bubble to me. It was very smooth, like a pebble on the
beach. One side was curved; the other had a blunt ridge sticking out about
a centimetre all the way down its length. There was a very thin wire coming
out of one edge leading to an even smaller box. Chloe expertly twisted a
small cover off the box to reveal two hearing aid batteries, which
apparently ran the pebble.

"You want to try it?" Chloe asked in such a matter-of-fact way. I was
stunned, like I was just going to start trying on all manner of Lord knows
what in front of a girl I had only known for a few minutes today. Again she
must have sensed my reluctance "It can fit over your clothes as well, I
won't look ... promise." She passed the elastic strap part back to me as if
it was perfectly natural and I surely wouldn't object. I swapped her for
the plastic bubble.

I sat on the edge of her bed and turned away from her. After a slight
battle trying to get the G string the right way round, I pulled the string
like garment up and under my school skirt. It was a little awkward but I
managed to get it on over my school knickers but reaching under my skirt
and adjusting it. Chloe was grinning, amused at my attempts to preserve a
little of my dignity.

She passed me the pebble without saying anything. There really wasn't
anything I could do to object, so I reached under my skirt to try and put
it in the small pouch. No matter what I did I couldn't get it to fit, it
kept slipping either out of the front or getting caught between the nylon
of the pouch and the cotton of my knickers.

Chloe sighed, "Look can I give a little help? I don't think you have
anything I haven't got." Frustration in fitting the device caused me to nod
and accept her offer. She lifted the front of my skirt and said "You've got
the G string on inside out," I felt a little foolish and quickly slid the
garment down, turned it over and slid it back up. I hadn't really realised
that I did this right in front of Chloe and with no attempt at modesty that
I had tried only minutes earlier.

Chloe didn't give me the chance to try and fit the pebble in now I had the
G string on the right way round and might not have needed her help
anymore. She simply reached forward and slid the smooth plastic bubble into
the pouch. She let her hands linger just a moment on my hips before sliding
their way down and off my thighs.

The small box was swinging against my leg on its thin wire. Chloe caught it
and lifted the hem of my skirt once more, this time she put her finger
under the side of my knickers and slid the box underneath. "You can use a
clip thing to attach that to the G string if you're not wearing anything
else," she smiled.

It felt a little kinky. The G-string was tight and the concave pebble was
pressed tightly to surround most of my mound. The ridge was pressed a
little way between my vagina lips, the top pressing my clit back. It felt
nice, but nothing special.

"So what does it do?" I asked. Chloe picked up a small black box, like a
key fob and chuckled. She pushed one of two buttons on the fob.

Instantly the pebble vibrated. It was silent but the high frequency
vibration hit my clit square on. I gasped in surprise and my hand shot to
the front of my skirt in a vain attempt to stop the device that had so
caught me by surprise.

"Wait," said Chloe, "there's a second setting."  She pressed the other
button on the key fob. The vibration started to pulse on and off, it was
quite quick and speeded up, each time it had speeded up to be a continuous
buzz, it abruptly restarted slow again - the whole cycle took maybe three
seconds.

I gasped again, reaching under my skirt to pull the G-string off. Chloe
dropped the key fob on the bed and reached forward to hold me by the
wrists. "No, wait a while to feel the full effect," she said. She pushed my
arms back and edged me towards the bed. My legs hit the bed and I sat down
with a bump.

My clit was on fire. An electric tingle was coursing up and down its short
length. It felt like it was trying to grow, squashed firmly back by the
pulsing throbbing plastic vein that pressed hard into my mound. A hot tide
was already flowing forwards into my loins. I was struggling to breathe; my
mouth stuck partly open and my eyes staring ahead of me. The tide was
sloshing backward and forward behind my mound, tingling its hot liquid way
down my vagina before exploding like a firework and rushing back up between
my hips.

Chloe pushed me gently on the shoulder, laying me back on her bed. She
unclipped my skirt and unwound it from my hips, pulling it roughly out from
under me. She lifted my white school blouse a few inches up my stomach. I
looked down along my body. Past the wrinkled cloth of my blouse were my
navy blue uniform panties with that small pebble strapped on top of them -
it looked so innocent, just sitting there giving no hint about the earth
shattering effect that it was having on me. Chloe was pulling down my white
socks, it seemed that at some stage she managed to get my shoes off.

My hips were bucking like they had a life of their own, pressing up and
thrusting against an invisible intruder that was causing liquid spasms to
rush down into my mound. I writhed and twisted on the bed, my hands
grasping fistfuls of bedding as I struggled to keep from screaming
out. Chloe loosened my school tie and pulled its loop over my head, my
blouse was soon open and flung over the edge of the bed. I have no idea
what happened to my bra, but soon I was a squirming mass of hot teenage
girl laying on a stranger's bed wearing just my panties and an orgasm tool
strapped to their front.

Chloe lay down alongside me. She ran her hand up my thighs, over my hips
and smoothly over my convulsing stomach and up onto my breast. The instant
her fingers touched my hardened nipples an electric shock smashed down my
body to send another boiling liquid tidal wave bounding forward to gush
along my tube, thundering into the plastic stopper pressed against my
mound. The pulses that met it seemed make my juices themselves vibrate the
entire length of my ooze filled hole.

I felt Chloe cup my mound with her hand, pressing the pebble gadget harder
and harder, on and off my mound, rocking it slightly under her
fingertips. Her head had lowered to my breast and a myriad of kisses,
gentle soft kisses, peppered my breasts and stomach. I was floating
somewhere above the soft mattress with bright lights flickering at the very
edges of my vision. My ears were filled with the sound of my hammering
heart, I wasn't aware if I was breathing or not.

The sensations slowly died away. My back that had been arched, thrusting my
hips desperately towards the pebble, relaxed and I settled back onto the
mattress. My breathing slowed and my vision returned it blurry off-world
experience. Chloe was lying alongside me, her fingers softly running back
and forth from my nipple down to my thigh. Her fingers felt good, nice and
natural. Chloe said simply "Good eh".

I nodded and replied, "That was like, well ... mind-blowing. I've never had
that before." Chloe smiled and replied, "You were really flying, it's great
to meet someone else that let's their hair down. I never had you figured
for one of us, until Claire mentioned it and then Marc said ..."

I interrupted her mid-sentence, "Marc said what?" Chloe replied in her
gentle matter-of-fact-way, her fingers still lovingly stroking at my body
"It's OK, Marc sort of does the rounds. He's Claire's for sure, but if its
just sex, you know, well it's OK ... Anyway ..." she continued, "Marc said
you were hot, so I thought I would ask you along," she paused for a
thought, "It's just sex though, 100% pleasure. I'm not looking for any
relationship here OK?"

I had had so much information I couldn't really take it all in, but what I
did understand sounded OK, so I nodded. Chloe looked down at the pebble
still strapped to my dripping mound "Batteries ran out, that's the problem
with that one." She pulled the pebble out of the pouch. The movement
triggered a last spasm through my labia. My senses now returned, I could
feel the dripping wet cloth of my school knickers clinging to my oozing
sex.

Chloe saw the wet mess and suggested a shower and then, as an
after-thought, a swim. I was a little unsure at first and Chloe
laughed. "It's not skinny dipping, you can borrow a cossie from me," she
smiled "You go get cleaned up, I'll get the cover off the pool."

I stepped into the bathroom. I peeled off my sodden panties and, none too
sure where to put them; I dumped them into the basin. The shower was a
welcome quick warm and soapy affair, washing the glistening mess of my
juices from my bush and thighs. I stepped out and grabbed a towel from a
nearby rack to wipe the droplets off my body. I used that same towel to
wrap around myself, conscious that although the towel was as low across my
breasts as modesty would dare, the bottom was just an inch or so below my
sex.

In the bedroom a red one-piece swimming costume was lying in a heap on the
bed. It was a little tight but it fitted. I slid into the smooth Lycra and
wandered downstairs in search of the pool. After a few wrong turns I found
the door that lead onto the poolside. Chloe was already dressed in a black
one-piece costume, an almost identical high cut number to the one that I
was wearing. She was hunched over a huge roller that now held the neatly
coiled blue pool cover.

Chloe stood up and, in one smooth motion, dove into the crystal clear
water. I was a little more tentative in my approach, walking to the very
edge to dip my foot into the water.

Chloe surfaced just in front of me and said "Suzie, this is my bro, Liam."
At the far end I saw the head and shoulders of a boy, already in the water,
and lingering at the very edge of the pool.

To be continued ....