Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2007 00:44:19 -0500
From: Verne Morin <fear.veronica666@hotmail.com>
Subject: St. Janes Academy for Girls

	Title: St. Jane's Academy
	Subject: Lesbians

	"Honestly Kalina!" laughed a girl from beside me, as I had just
whispered a joke. Her name was Germaine. She had wavy blonde hair that
streamed down her back. She had large breasts and wore her school-uniform
skirt very high. She was also my best pal.My name is Kalina, I go to
St. Jane's private academy for girls. All girls. Which is worse for me
because I've always felt a liking for girls. No wait, I'm lying to you. I
really like girls. I love the curve of their supple, perky breasts, their
tinkling laughter, the way the walk, they way they prance and play. The
smell of them after they get out of the shower, or when they put on a sweet
perfume. They smell like the sultry, warm summer nights we've been
expieriencing. Right now I'm sitting in class, staring at the backs of the
girls. Wondering what it would be like to undo the straps of their bras
that you can see through their shirts.

	I sit in the back row, from a vantage point so I can watch any girl
I want and she can't do shit about it. She won't even notice unless she
turns around and stares straight at me. If that ever happened I think I
would die. I am friends with practically everyone. At least in this
class. None of them know about how I'm secretly gay. Not even Germaine
knows, and she knows all their is to know about me.

	Right now I'm staring at Rose. A new girl here from Canada.  She
has fiery red hair and acidic green eyes. Even for her out-there natural
looks. She is the sweetest person I've ever seen. I can't say met, because
I'm too shy to even say hello to her. I must meet her, talk to her, have
her. The more I look at her, the more she sends these awesome waves of
sexuality to me. Her legs are long and toned. Her skin is fair and without
any markings or blemishes. I always save the best for when I am truly
alone. For I always nearly moan aloud. Her breasts are huge and round. The
nipples are most-likely a light pink. I wonder when they stand-erect, if
you can see them through her bra and shirt. Only the girls with large
breasts have their nipples show through their shirt. Every time I see that
I have a strong urge to go to the bathroom so I can plunge my hand down my
skirt and insert my fingers into myself. Sex, ifs what the girls stand for
here. They all flirt, they all have beautiful bodies. Sex, sex, sex. The
very thought of the word S-E-X, makes me press my thighs together. My pussy
is growing wet, because my mind is wandering off into the place that I
ussually save for when I am alone. Right now I must concentrate on my
notes, though every few seconds I glance over to Rose.

	I look at Rose and see other girls cassually glancing at her
too. There are openly gay and bisexual girls at this school. They're
ussually flirts and would be the jocks if they were guys. Though they're
staring at Rose. The Rose that should be mine. I guess I will have to come
up with a plan to meet with her. At the same time, keep her from the claws
of the flirts.

	Rose had just raised her hand to answer the teacher. When answered
apparently her button on her front shirt burst. The teacher just asked,

	"Who will accompany Miss Ferange to her dormitory to get a new
shirt?"

	Nearly everyone put up their hands. Even the straight ones,
everyone just wanted a peice of Rose. Even if a girl was straight, I'm very
sure that they would look up to Rose as an angel of some kind. I reached my
hand as high as I could.

	"Miss Ferange, you pick" said the teacher. Rose looked around the
room. Some of the flirts were nodding, one even winked. How dare they!

	I don't know what I've done right, because Rose is pointed a pretty
finger at me and smiling. Everyone's attention is now on me. I slowly get
to my feet and make my way over to her. We walk out into the hall. Running
is not allowed at St. Jane's, so we have to walk everywhere.

	Once outside the classroom and a bit down the long hallway, Rose
puts her arm through mine and smiles up at me. I look at her and give her a
small return smile.

	"Thank you for volunteering, I'm still new here and well, I'd get
lost. So I chose the msot confident looking girl in the room! My name's
Rose, what's yours?" she asks, her voice is so light and sweet. It's like
she must have honey in her veins instead of blood. So to answer her I put
on a big smile and try not to look at her wonderous breasts which are
bursting out of their light-pink lacy bra.

	"My name is Kalina Rogers, I've been going to this school for some
time and I know my way around pretty well, I can show you some more of the
school and it's grounds some other time if you like" I say with confidence
and a smile. I make sure I don't fall out of step with her. Her dazzling
smile is cute and her eyes are hypnotising. Not to mention her bra is
riding down and I'm starting to see some of her nipple. The blood is now
rushing into my groin. The shivers are giving me pleasures as they creep up
my spine.

	"Oooh! I would absolutly love that! How about after school today?"
she asks. I nod and now I see that her left nipple is a lushious pink as I
had imagined. Her breasts are bouncy and full. By now we are halfway down a
staircase. By then I stop her.

	"Miss Rose, your - um, your -" I start but I can't finish. The
sight is making my knees weak. She's giving me her little angel pie smile,
though she is wearing a somewhat confused expression.

	"Yes?" she asks. Still smiling though I know she's confused. I
point to her breast. I imagine my hand going all the way there and cupping
that warm breast. How she would moan and make her pussy go wet. She looks
to where I'm pointing.

	"Oh, well then" she looks at me and as she smiles, she puts her
hand on her breast and put it back into its holder properly. I feel
slightly dissapointed now. It must have shown on my face because Rose says,

	"Thanks" she says softly. We look into eachothers eyes. My blue
ones caressing her blue ones. Our faces get nearer and nearer, I bend
slightly over to her. Our lips are moments away. I pull back. I don't want
to steal a kiss from such a sweet creature, though how I long to. She looks
oddly dissapointed now.

	"Let's go get that shirt shall we?" she asks. I nod and we start to
walk. Rose started to take a step, but something went wrong and she
fell. At the last moment she grabs my blazer sleeve and pulls me off
balance. With a small crash I land lightly on top of her at the bottom of
the stairs. My body is touching hers. My pussy is so hot now, and I
actually can feel some cum dripping down my thigh. She's suprised. I landed
with my hand on her breast.

	"Are you okay?" I ask. I help her up, her hand is so soft.

	"Yes I'm fine, that's funny how we fell" she said with a tinkling
laugh. I smile.

	"Yes, but I hope I did not hurt you"

	"No way, I liked it" she said smiling. I widened my eyes. She walks
on, apparently unaware of what she just said. If she if, she most likely
thinks it means nothing.

	We left the school building and are very near the dormitories
now. Rose has linked arms with me once again. It's so nice to have her
hanging on to me. I lean my head to her to smell her. She smells sweetly
like a flower that is very rare and hard to find.

	"Do you like how I smell?" she asks. I start a little and put my
head back where it was. I don't answer, we walk on a reached the
dormitories ten walk up to her dormitory. It's number 12 on the second
floor. I remind myslef to remember that.

	She opens the door and walks inside. I make to stand outside and
wait. Rose walks back to me and says,

	"Silly, come in with me!"

	With her hand guiding me I follow. When inside I go and sit on the
bed. Rose goes over to her wardrobe and opens it up. Then she starts to
unbutton her blouse. I watch her thin fingers undo every button with a slow
movement. Then she takes it off standing there in nothing but her bottom
clothes. Her breasts are better tha I would have imagined. They are pure
and whole. Rose turns and walks over to me.

	"Do you like this bra? Or is it too lacy, should I put on a more
simple bra?" she sits beside me. She leans back on her palms. Her fiery red
hair streaming down her back.

	"I think anything would look wonderful on you" I said. I didn't
look at her though as I said this. Rose got up and stood in front of
me. Her breast right in my face. I let out a wobbly sigh. My pussy will
starting squirting cum any time now.

	"Look at them, what do you think?" she asked. I looked at them, her
nipples were erect. Why? It wasn't cold in here. I felt like licking them.

	"My answer is unchanged" I said with a small smile. She smiled and
turned around.

	"Please undo my backstrap" she said. I stood up, my pussy rubbing
slightly against her ass momentarily for she was standing so close, though
she must have not noticed. It was so soft, I wonder if the skin beneath was
just as. I reached my hands up to the strap and undo it. The bra falls away
and over her shoulder I see her nipples protrude pink and so suckable. She
turns around and she must not have expected me to be so close and her
breasts pressed onto my much smaller ones. I suddenly gasped and fell over.

	"Woohoo! Fun time!" she rang out. She unexpectedly fell forwards
onto me. I just layed there. I was stiff as a cat. Rose rolled off and put
her face close to mine.

	"What's wrong? Don't you like me?" she asked with pouty lips. I
wonder if her other lips pout just as much.

	"I do like you" I said. I sat up, so did she. Rose then moved
closer to me and pressed her thigh against mine. I drew in a breath. Then
she whispered in my ear.

	"Then make me feel like you like me" she whispered. She took my
hand and put it on her upper thigh. She then put her lips very close to my
head and started to kiss my neck. I moaned aloud. My hand started to make
it's way up her thigh. Closer to the place that would make me happy, and
prove that I really like her. Then my fingers went beneath her skirt. Then
they touched her underwear. Her lips were pouty. She gasps,

	"Please, please touch me there" I obey and my hands push aside the
lacy barrier between my two middle fingers and her very wet vagina. I
enter, and she nearly screams. Though she didn't quite because I put my
mouth on hers. She tasted sweet than strawberries or even cotton candy. I
rolled ontop of her and she beneath me. We're still connected at the mouth
and we're both moaning, because her hand is working my pussy. She working
it harder. Hitting all the right spots, over and over and over again. Her
other hand is stroking my face. My other hand is holding me up. Now I feel
my cum dripping on to her and mixing with her juices. I wonder what crazy
love potion that will make.

	Then all of a sudden she rolls me over. Now she's on top feverishly
undoing her skirt, my fingers are still drilling inside her. Her cum is
warm and is running down my hand.All the while she's moaning. Then Rose
reaches over to her pillow and pulls something out from underneath.

	It was a pink dildo.

	"Hammer me with this, use it now!" she moans. I smile dangerously
and rolls her onto her back. My hand pulls out of her and then with the
dildo I enter her again. In and out, in and out, slowly at first, but I
pick up the pace, hitting her hard like a wave. I've started a rocking
motion with her and her breasts are mesmerizing to me. They too are going
up and down. So I lean over while pummeling her with the dildo. I lick and
suck at her boobs. As my hand strokes her side. All the while, her hands
are off somewhere squeezing something probably to sotp herself exploding.

	I drive harder and harder inside her. Cum sloshing out of her and
onto the bed. The bed is now moving. We're both moaning out lives away and
lost in ectasy. In and out in and out. Harder, faster, harder and faster. I
loved it. The way she's losing control. Rose is yelling and letting out
cries. She wants more but she can't stand the pleasure, she wants it over
yet she wants it harder, she wants to stop but she wants it faster. I
oblige to what she truly wants, to orgasm, and I, being merciful, let her.

	"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" she screams in pleasure. Then we're both left,
breathing hard and enjoying the aftermath. I haven't even tasted her yet.
Oh well, I will get the chance to...