Date: Mon, 9 Apr 2012 01:39:28 +0100
From: Joshua Freeman <jjfreeman42@gmail.com>
Subject: Greenwell-Academy

Greenwell Academy

My email is available for any criticism good or bad

JJFreeman42@gmail.com

The usual warnings none of the characters in the story are real, any
relation to anyone living or dead is entirely coincidental. This is a work
of fiction.  Also while the characters in this story may not practice safe
sex... You should.

Anyway, on with the story...

Heather Graham nervously paced down the road. She kept her head tilted
towards the floor in fear of making eye contact with any fellow
students. It was her first day at her new school, it had a reputation for
being incredibly strict, but being from an Irish-catholic background she
doubted it could be any more severe than anything she had experienced in
the past.

The uniform was far from flattering. It was an ugly dark green, composed of
a matching green shirt and blazer. The only thing that was somewhat
pleasant was the short frill skirts that were compulsory for all girls to
wear; they were almost revealingly short and had a tendency to blow up with
a moderate breeze.  The uniform on most of the girls hung from them,
however Heather's was one size too small and therefore hugged her slim
stomach and emphasised her breasts, As if the being the `new girl' wasn't
awkward enough.

She looked up briefly to see how far she had left to go to reach the main
building only to lock eyes with another girl. She was taller than she was;
Heather barely surpassed 5ft whereas this girl gave off a sense of being
taller in every sense of then word. She had sharp, dark eyes that seemed to
pierce her deeply and wrench out a wicked sense of panic and
exhilaration. Her hair was a bright blonde and it flowed lovingly down past
her shoulders, lying contently on her breasts, tickling the nipples. Her
face was seductive; it wore a sly smile that made her pouting lips seem
even bigger. She was clearly skilful with the application of makeup as her
face resembled that of a model or an actress who exuded sex appeal,
confidence and passion.

The fleeting moment was gone. Their eyes had met, and it was over.

Heather began to reflect on her own looks, she had barely any experience
with makeup so she had to rely on natural beauty to pull her through. Her
hair was ginger and shoulder length, in the summer it would become more of
a strawberry blonde colour, but for now, in the spring, it remained a clear
ginger.  Her skin was relatively pale, though not so much that she looked
sickly; her face had a light dispersion of freckles that ran across the
bridge of her button nose. A cold breeze blew gently past her; she clutched
her notebook tightly to her chest in response and felt her erect nipple
push up against the flat surface. She let a smile creep to her face for a
brief second then stopped herself; she would not give in to her urges.

She reached the main building, there was to be an induction meeting for her
in around fifteen minutes until then she made her way to the bathroom to
freshen up. She made her way into the furthest cubicle from the door,
pulled down the seat on the toilet and sat herself down. The temperature
was mild, but coming here had made her more nervous than she had ever been
in her life, it was not just a new school, but a new life, she had moved
here from Ireland only a few months previously, and after a couple of bad
experiences at her old school she was ready for a new life here, but her
fears followed her wherever she went, and now she realised she had been
sweating. She had to take off the blazer and the shirt, she needed the air;
she felt the walls of the cubicle begin to close in on her.

Her bare skin exposed to the air gave her the release she needed, she
hadn't bothered to wear a bra today, and any kind of restriction would just
make her more nervous about the day ahead. She turned her attention to her
breasts, she was rather proud of them, they were not huge but perfectly in
proportion and right now her nipples were standing on end. Just touching
them wouldn't class as doing anything bad surely? She wouldn't be doing
anything wrong... She began to fondle her breasts slowly, pinching her
nipples gently, the whole time her legs grew wider apart and she slid down
the seat.

Enough was enough; she was growing moist now and began to fondle her pussy
through her tights as she continued to pinch her nipples and fondle her
breasts with the other. She wouldn't be able to resist much longer. She had
gone this far. She couldn't help play with herself some more, she knew it
was wrong, she felt filthy, but she liked it.

She thought of the girl who looked as stunning as a model and imagined her
lying naked in a field somewhere, desperately fingering herself and
groaning loudly. She imagined her dripping wet, her long blonde hair
plastered to her face which held upon it a look of unimaginable
pleasure. The water dripped slowly down toppling over her fully developed
breasts, resting on her nipples and then trickling down her slim stomach,
finally converging at her hairless, dripping vagina which lay open due to
her legs being spread so eagerly to welcome Heather's timid tongue...

Enough! But it was already too late; her hands had already rolled down her
tights, pulled down her underwear and entered a single finger inside of
her. She groaned as the lonesome finger penetrated her and shuddered as it
crept deeper inside her. And again. She repeated the motion with the same
shudders of pleasure every time her finger had reached its peak. Harder and
faster. Harder and faster. She couldn't help but let the occasional groan
escape her lips as the pleasure mounted with each swift movement of her
hand. She threw her head back and closed her eyes so she could just feel
the flurry of her hand between her thighs, underneath her revealing frill
skirt.

It had not been long with her eyes closed that she felt a moist sensation
between her spread legs that made her body tingle. She opened her eyes to
see flowing, blond locks protruding from her skirt. The girl who looked
like a model glance up at her briefly, their eyes meeting for the second
time, and then she buried her face in her pussy. Heather almost screamed
from the sensation. This girl was clearly an expert with her tongue as she
delved it deep inside her, tickling her clit and exploring the most
sensitive areas of her vagina. If she kept this up she wouldn't last
long. Heather grabbed the back of the girl's head and pushed her
desperately further in between her legs in the hope she would achieve some
kind of ultimate, blissful satisfaction.

She felt it coming. She felt herself coming. This was entirely wrong, it
was against everything she had been brought up to believe, but it felt so
damn good. She looked down at the girl, the bringer of her orgasm, the one
who had ravished her.  She saw that she had somehow stripped herself of her
clothes without her knowing; she was only wearing her underwear, which
happened to be lingerie. Seeing her perfectly formed, bare body sent her
over the edge. Her body began to spasm; her legs closed slightly almost
crushing the girl's head. Her body writhed in inexplicable bliss. Her
thighs and pussy were dripping wet, as was the girls face, her makeup
partially smudged.

She did not say a word. She simply wiped her mouth, put on her clothes and
walked out of the cubicle.  It only dawned on her at that point, that she
must have left the cubicle door unlocked, and this filled her with a sense
of fear as well as annoyance at her stupidity. But she had little time to
dwell on that, her induction was about to begin, and she had a feeling that
it would be a lot less intense than the one she had just been given.

Okay, that is the first installment, if i get positive feedback, i shall
carry on and make this into a series, I don't see why not... and thank you
for reading :)