This is not a work of pure fiction; it's not a verbatim record of events, either. Rather it's a recovered and organized memory with partly imagined details. What I mean is -- the events happened; to me and to my friends; but I have had to reinvent the dialogue. The emotions have stayed with me and I have not had to remember, invent or reconstruct a single one. However, all the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional. No resemblance to real people of events is intended. So there; if you think you recognize yourself or the events, you can't sue me!
Rachel's Story, Part 2
After the spanking . . .
The weekend passed nervously, Mum was on at me to revise all the time but I couldn't concentrate - I never could, and besides I was desperately worried for Hillie. Monday morning, and time to face the music in the form of Miss Buckingham. I knew it would be bad, but I wasn't sure whether she would be sympathetic because of Sanderson's unspeakable actions or whether she would feel Hillie got her just deserts. I could almost imagine giving Sanderson a good whacking, watching her bottom flex and shake as I slapped her hard with my bare hand. And I have to admit, I rather liked the idea; feeling soft skin in extremis as I applied pressure and pain, and just the possibility of the bristle of pubic hair between her cheeks. Nothing much happened early on at school, I tried to find JJ or Nikki, but neither seemed to be around and thankfully no-one else seemed to be aware of the drama. I couldn't see Roberta Sanderson at Assembly either, but then as it was A-Level exam time, she didn't have to be in school if she didn't have an exam. Hillie looked scared. She said it still hurt to sit down and that she was definitely going to avoid games this week. "I just don't know all this is going to fade away or get worse - not my hurt bottom - all the fuss and trouble." "What did Miss Buckingham say when she found you and Sanderson on Friday?" "I was bending over with my dress up. She just stared at me, you know how she is - set jaw, piercing eyes - and then she stared at Sanderson behind me. She said nothing for a few seconds and then very quietly told me to cover myself up. But all the while she was looking at Sanderson. Miss Buckingham wanted to know what had happened; Sanderson said I had deliberately exposed myself to girls from other schools and brought shame on St. XX." Hillie looked directly at me. "But it wasn't like that, you know it wasn't, Rae!" "Did you tell that to Buckingham?" "Of course I did. She listened, but looked at Sanderson all the time. Then very quietly she said 'We will deal with this in civilized and intelligent way. Hillary go and wash your face, compose yourself and go home. If necessary we will speak of this next week. Roberta we need to examine your actions and intentions in closer detail - now. Hilary, go!' I scooted out of the store just as Buckingham started speaking at Sanderson. She was livid, something about personal repression leading to violent assaults and something like 'sexual fascism'. Then I went up to the loos where you found me."
At morning break, Hillie and I were hanging around the main doors when we spotted JJ walking towards us. We both knew that something desperate had happened, there was no swagger or poise in her step, her shoulders were rounded and she was looking at the flagstones beneath her. This was not the JJ we knew and admired. "Buckingham knows everything." She glanced up at me and Hillie. "Knows what?" Asked Hillie. Just then Nikki joined us. "What was all that stuff she said about Sapho?" My head jerked up, I couldn't help it. And I stared straight into JJ's eyes, but she quickly looked away. "Nothing, Nikki. Anyway we both have to write Bucky two essays each, but she's said she won't take it any further." I continued looking directly at JJ. I was speechless. I couldn't guess what Buckingham had said or thought of JJ, Hillie, Nikki and myself. But it seemed we were all labeled and exposed. I wasn't sure about Nikki and I definitely didn't think Hillie should be included. I felt sick, what next? Would we be sent to the Headmistress? Would we be vilified as 'queers'? Expelled? JJ looked up at me directly. "Bucky wants to see you at lunchtime. At the Staffroom corridor. Sorry, Rachel." Her shoulders went down again and she turned away from me and walked slowly away. Nikki followed, holding onto JJ's sleeve. Nikki glanced back at me over her shoulder and smiled a shy half smile. My heart erupted in happiness and joy. The angels had smiled upon me, and I was blessed.
But then I turned and saw Miss Buckingham upon the steps behind Hillie. She watched JJ and Nikki walk away, and then she looked straight at me.
At 1.15 pm that afternoon, I presented myself in the corridor outside the Staffroom along with several other girls. This corridor and this time was the normal meeting place for pupils to be admonished and the mistresses to admonish them. The longer you were kept waiting by your mistress, the worse it generally was. Miss Buckingham kept me waiting until 1.45pm. "Come with me, Rachel" She barked, barely looking at me. "Quickly." Miss Buckingham taught English Literature. When I knew her, she was in her early to mid thirties. Unmarried and sprightly, she stood one or two inches taller than me with sandy brown hair and pale skin. Her eyes were green and her bone structure was delicate with a narrow mouth and jaw beneath a wide forehead. In those days, Mistresses wore black gowns, similar to the Nun's habits. But unlike their more saintly counterparts, the Mistresses' gowns were split to the front and back and were intended to be worn over skirts or dresses. But in the summer warmth, Miss Buckingham wore her gown over nothing but underwear and it was gathered at the waist by a deep, black leather belt.. As she strode ahead, her gown revealed pale stockings and shapely legs. She led me down the corridor, around the spiral staircase and into one of the study rooms behind the school auditorium and the stage. She closed the door behind me, and lent back against a table, exhaling slightly and looking at the ground as I stood before her, shaking with fear. "Rachel, I do understand and accept that you were not involved in any way in that silly incident last Friday. But I am aware that you are friends with, and let us say involved with at least some of the participants. I do understand that this may be transitory. You may or may not follow the path ahead of you. But emotionally, it will inform and configure your character for the rest of your life, and it will be up to you to profit from it. I will neither judge nor advise on that. Do I make myself clear?" She looked up from the floor, into my eyes for at least five seconds. Then her gaze dropped to the floor once more. "The incident described involved the contravention of unwritten and unmentioned rules for us all that serve to bind our sex and protect us from unwanted intrusion. What Hilary did was to contravene those rules and open herself, and by extension, all of us, to humiliation. At the very best, she risked exposure of herself to the shame of St XX School. At the worst, she risked, and risks personal violation and ruin. It was an act of wanton abandon and stupid, reckless desire. I cannot condone, nor do I wish to comment on the actions of Sanderson - much less her motivation - but you must know that her orientation lies repressed and therefore antipathetic towards you." Miss Buckingham still had her eyes glued to the ground in front of me and I could sense that she found this daunting and difficult. Whatever she was saying was not coming easily to her, yet it came from the heart. "You appear to be on the point of making a life-altering decision towards one orientation or the other. If you should choose to follow the lesser-known path you will be selecting a fine and narrow strand of human existence. A path of pain and prejudice, but all the more exalted through it. As a tiny minority, you must not draw attention to yourselves or become in any way notorious or infamous; do I make myself clear?" "Do I?" She lifted her gaze to my face and my self-control collapsed. "Why don't you just spank me too?" I blurted out as I broke down in sobs. "Are you going to lecture me about Sapho as well?" I stood and I cried. I just cried. All the emotion and tension of the past three days fell out of me as I wept before Miss Buckingham. She levered herself up off the desk and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, drawing me to her. "My darling girl. It's not a question of punishment or retribution, but of recognition for yourself, Hilary, Joanna and Nicola. Look at yourself honestly and declare in your hearts who you are and what you want, but do not proclaim it too loudly for fear of drawing unwelcome attention to yourself or . . ." She lifted her hands to my cheeks and angled my face up to look into her eyes. ". . . . to ourselves." And then she kissed me on the cheek. As soft as a feather pillow and as sweet as ripe fruit, but just as devastating as an explosion. She kissed me. And I understood.
"What's going on? Bucky looks like she wants to kill someone and Hillie looks like she'd like to die!" Jools stage whispered to me early on Monday afternoon. Sweet Jools; always good at games, and enthusiastic about everything - even the annual school dance with Merchant Victualer's School for Boys. For the drama to have made an impact on her, it had to be noticeable. "Oh nothing, Jools. Have you seen the line-up for swimming next week?" A blunt and clumsy change of subject and we were on to sports. Jools would never know, and it was not until a chance meeting when we were both in our later twenties when over lunch, she said "You liked school didn't you?" I must have nodded. "And some of the girls; you liked them too." I angled my head. Where was she leading this? "I know that JJ was gay - sorry IS gay. And I think there were some other girls too." She raised her eyebrows and looked at me. There and then, I said it. "Julia, I am a homosexual. A dyke; a lesbian." That was the very first instance on earth where I proclaimed what I was. I knew it, everyone around me knew it. My family knew it and my friends knew it. But until that moment with Julia in a cheap trattoria in Bristol, I had never admitted it or let slip my true identity to an outsider. "It's ok, I know." Said Jools, and she smiled her enthusiastic, sunshine smile on me. Then she reached out and touched my hand in friendship. "You're still Rachel."
As that awful week in 19XX wore on, each of our private torments eased. Despite the summer heat, JJ presented herself in stockings and suspenders on Thursday which quite brought the house down as she changed for sports. Hillie claimed period pains to avoid sports sessions while her perfect bottom continued to heal. The next week was the first exam week and we were only required to be in school at exam times. Hillie and I therefore had Monday clear, so we made a date to go swimming at the G Club. The G Club had a small swimming pool with raised grass banks each side, as well as a cricket pitch, tennis courts etcetera plus bar and clubhouse. The pool and club were owned and operated by a local company for its employees. As their Chairman was a school governor, girls from St XX had associate memberships and we could enter for half price. Hillie was already there when I arrived late Monday morning. Her long legs were stretched out on a pale pink towel on the grass surrounded by study books. Hillie wore an almost regulation style one-piece swimsuit in mid blue. With a conservative neckline and low leg cuts, it wasn't very flattering, but she still looked incredibly luscious and languid to me. Having my two-piece on under my jeans and top, I stripped off there and then; spread my towel on the grass and flopped down beside her. My hayfever was going strong, and lying on this close-cropped lawn was going to make it worse. Hillie was full of the 'Signatories or the Treaty of Unkiar Skelessi' and all the other rubbish we had to study for History. All I wanted to do was look at her, but we were supposed to be revising. "After the signing of the Treaty, what where the principal concerns of the British?" She sat up and looked at me inquiringly. Her strict blue costume defined her stomach muscles, navel and mons perfectly. She was beautiful. "Haven't a clue" I responded honestly, and sneezed She pouted. "Oh, Rae. You are hopeless. We have got to learn all this, you know." And she turned away from me, laying her textbook on the grass and staring at it intently. She lay on her side and her swimsuit showed tightly across her buttocks. At the edge of her swimsuit, I could see a dark red mark of the cruel spanking she had received almost ten days before. I wanted, lusted to see more. "Coming for a swim?" I asked. "When I've finished revising" she answered. Quickly, I crossed the green lawn and dived into the pool. I floated on my back and watched Hillie revising. I switched to the front crawl and watched her revising. After several lengths of the pool, I just floated and watched her revising. Summer in England is never quite warm enough, so after ten minutes or so I needed to get out of the pool. Wet and dripping I ran up to where Hillie lay and fell upon her flicking as much wet as I could on her body. I rubbed all the cold water off me and on to her as she screamed and squealed. "Rae, you cow! It's all over the books. I hate you!" And I wriggled more upon her wetting her costume and chest. I sat up on her with my thighs about her, she turned on her back looking up on me. Her body felt warm and delicious; I knew mine felt as alluring as a cold cod. "It's your fault, you should have come for a swim." I shouted. "If I don't pass History, that'll be your fault!" And I started to tickle her. Ribs and feet; stomach and bottom. She squealed, screamed and wriggled and although she tried, she never gained the initiative to be able to tickle me. She made such a noise that the Lifeguard attendant came out of his cabin to see what the fuss was. I sat upon her chest. "You need punishing!" "What did I do wrong?" she implored. "You didn't come for a swim when I said" I screamed. "If I swim, will you forgive me?" "For the moment, and until I tell you to submit!" "I submit!" "I'll tell you when to submit."
The girl's changing rooms at the pool were a bit primitive. A long, low hut with showers at the end and changing stalls with side walls, but no doors, and a central bench and clothes hangar system. I think the idea was that you got changed in the door-less cubicles and then left you clothes on the central hangars and benches; except no-one ever did. I had often been here before, selecting a cubicle opposite one where someone was already changing. Watching their futile efforts to remain private and hidden as they stripped and changed. Little girls are more relaxed about nudity; seemingly oblivious to the exposure of their hairless bodies and blank chests to an audience. The older they became, the more shy and secretive (Fourteen being about the worst, when we were all troubled about inadequacy in one area and abundance in another). Until we reached maturity; when judging by their figures, ladies who had given birth were less paranoid about displaying their nakedness. Was it self confidence or bravado, or simply the recognition that they were complete women that gave them that certainty?
Hillie took one cubicle and I took the next. I stripped off quickly and wrapped myself in my towel, listening to what was happening next to me. I heard the swoosh of a damp costume coming down and poked my head around the divide. "We could always go back to mine to study more". Hillie had the top of her costume down and her towel over her head, rubbing furiously. Her boobs wobbled prettily as she turned to me. "What?" "Never mind" I shouted as I still gazed at her pink tipped breasts. She turned her back towards me and I waited in my cubicle for the next swoosh of swimsuit. Swoosh. There it was. Hillie must be naked, I peeped under the dividing wall to see her blue swimsuit lying wet on the floor.. My heart leapt and beat so hard that I could see my nipple shake to its rhythm. I stepped into the gangway and looked around into Hillie's cubicle. She half turned towards me with her pink towel gathered to her chest. I glanced down to see her private patch of dark brown hair still glistening with water between edges of towel. I tried to speak, but had to stifle a choke instead. Hillie looked at me, utterly beautiful and naked behind her towel. "Did you want to see the marks?" she volunteered. I nodded, grateful for the excuse. She turned her bottom to me and still clutching her towel, she spread her legs and bent over to ninety degrees. I was enthralled and encaptured. She had the most perfect pair of muscular and tight buttocks with a dark and private stripe between them. Across the face of her bottom were several dark and brooding stripes. The skin had healed and the anger had faded, leaving darker reminders across both buttocks. "Not too bad, are they?" She asked. "No" hoarsely I replied. "Not bad at all". And holding her bended stance Hillie turned her head to look at me, right in the eyes. She straightened up and turned fully towards me. She let slip her towel to the floor and looked me in the eye. Eternity in a micosecond. This slim hipped beauty with a perfect patch of dark mystery and alluring pink nipples stood before me, just waiting for whatever I intended. If I held her, would she push me away? If I kissed her, would she slap me? If I judged this moment wrong I could lose her forever. She was my friend; I loved her for her self, not for her body. But at the same time, my lust was engulfing everything. And then I sneezed. I just sneezed and again and again. Staggering backward I sat heavily on the bench as Hillie screamed with laughter and I tried in vain to gather my towel around me. The moment was broken, our innocence was preserved and we did not compromise our friendship. At the far end of the changing room, the door clattered open and new guests came in, I sneezed a third fourth and fifth time as the two women hurried into their stalls. One slowed and looked at me struggling to stop sneezing and to cover my nakedness with my towel. As I hoisted it to my boobs, it showed my fanny and vice versa. Hillie was still giggling wildly as she struggled her damp body into her white knickers, shrieking at my discomfort. I ducked into my cubicle and, with my eyes streaming, contemplating what might have been as I dressed.
With appalling planning I started my period on the first day of the exams. I felt rotten; nothing more or less. Sore tits and stomach cramps! And for the next six days I struggled to remember equations and quotations, formulae and theorems as I fidgeted sore and sludgy: how stupid? But I did have something to look forward to. JJ had issued us with invitations to an 'End of Tribulations Thanksgiving Party'. To be held overnight from 7 pm Saturday to midday Sunday at her house. Nikki, Hillie and I were invited and I understood from Nikki that two older girls from ** were coming too. "Everyone must be on their best behavior. I will not countenance any dissemblance or inappropriate goings-on. Can you remember your underwear, Hilary? And when to shed it, of course." The last sentence said behind JJ's theatrically raised hand. Hillie coloured and sought vainly for a reply. I interrupted "As it's your party JJ, you will no doubt tell us when we are expected to shed both clothing and inhibitions. And when you will accept responsibility." "What?" said Nikki.
We each arrived separately at JJ's house on the appointed evening. Not knowing what to expect, I wore white trousers, fashionably tight at the waist and crotch, side fastening with a false sailor belt. Above I wore a navy and white striped matelot jumper, wide and open across my shoulders. I had decided to risk going without a bra, but even as I arrived I was regretting it as my nipples were getting more 'stimulation' than I bargained for from the inside of the sweater. Mum drove me over to XX town and we found JJ's enormous and imposing home quite easily.
"Looks a bit grand." Said Mum. "I'd better remember not to fart, then" "Rachel!" Too late, Mum. I had opened the car door and was sprinting up the gravel drive with my overnight bag. JJ opened the door to me looking utterly divine. She wore a mulberry velvet floor length gown that split to the mid-thigh in front and behind. The low neckline showed the cleavage between her little boobs adorned with necklaces of gold. Matching pendulous earings studded with rubies and a black crocheted shawl completed the utterly decadent picture. But as a complete over-the-top effect she wore mulberry gloves to her elbow and sported a cigarette holder in her left hand. I felt like a hick in my sailor suit effect trousers. JJ had won the contest without even trying. Nikki and the other two girls were already there, and I had the impression that Nikki was something of the star turn as the two girls from **, Georgina and Juliette seemed to be watching her as if she were on exhibition. Georgina wore a black chocker and off-white top above a black velvet skirt. She was better-built and bustier than the rest of us, with rounded buttocks and thighs that 'hissed' together as she walked. Juliette's blouse was the palest pink with ruffled neckline descending in décolletage to her waist. Her short but feminine light brown hair revealed an elegant neck and her purple trousers showed a well-shaped body within. After introductions, JJ called us in to the dining room for drinks and food. Hillie had still not arrived, and I couldn't help but glance towards the hallway in expectation every few seconds. It was obvious that the six of us had already 'paired up' in the mind of JJ; she and Nikki, Georgina and Juliette, Hillie and myself. This arrangement did not sit happily with me. I was almost certain that Hillie wasn't really interested in girls, and I certainly could not claim that she was 'with me' in any way at all. I suspected that we would be expected to share a bed, and I couldn't imagine what Hillie's reaction would be. I'd never been to a single-sex party before, well not since I was eight anyway! And I just didn't know what to expect. While JJ stood as hostess and pretended to draw smoke from the Balkan Sobraine cigarette in her outrageous cigarette holder, Nikki poured drinks for us all. There was a choice between iced vodka with cranberry or white wine. Nothing else. I looked across to JJ and realized that she might have been testing the vodka before we all arrived; she swayed slightly. Nikki fussed about and poured as required, and I remember thinking that Nikki was being examined almost as though she was part of the entertainment by JJ and the other couple. I wasn't comfortable with the idea; had JJ said "watch this little tart perform" or something equally awful to her friends? Nikki wore a pair of delicate fawn trousers with a full white blouse. Around her pretty neck, she wore a thin necklace of gold that sparkled almost as much as her eyes. The trousers were tight and I admired her perfect bottom captured within. She looked wonderful; I wanted to scoop her up and take her away to a private place where I could have her all to myself. She had the most perfect little ears pierced with tiny gold studs, and as she stooped to pour drinks she swept strands of blond hair out of her eyes and behind her ears. I wanted to watch her doing this forever. JJ's family, or more likely servants had laid out a sumptuous buffet supper for us. My mother had always made sure that I was well exposed to wines so that I knew my Chablis from my Neersteiner, thus tasting the chilled Muscadet de Sevre et Maine was like meeting an old friend again. But there for the first time ever, I tasted smoked salmon, asparagus, artichoke hearts and delightful little canapés of caviar. I was in heaven. With a little wine in my veins and oral ecstasy on my plate, I almost forgot Hillie. Suddenly the doorbell clanged and jangled. Nikki ran to the door and it was flung open as Hillie, burst in. She was wearing a tennis shirt and skirt with a pair of dark blue tracksuit bottoms on underneath. "I won!" she screamed. I had forgotten that this particular Saturday was the ** Tennis Tournament and Hillie, being our under 16 star, had been entered. Laughing and bubbling she told us how it had all happened. This game, that set, this opponent, that match - it all came tumbling out in a long stream of joy and exuberance. JJ rose to the occasion and disappearing for a moment returned with a bottle of champagne that we popped and poured to drink a toast to Hillie. I was so impressed by JJ at that moment, I quite forgot to compete with her and gave her a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek in appreciation. "Mind the make up, darling. And I love you too" she crooned. Hillie sat on a chair and pulled off her tennis shoes and then peeled down her tracksuit trousers. In a short white skirt and pink socks Hillie looked magnificent. Tall, straight and strong, I knew I would never match her, but I knew I would always love her. After her champagne, Hillie tossed back a tumbler of cranberry. "It's got vodka in it" I warned. Hillie shrugged. "Never had vodka before. What's it like?"
JJ announced that it was entertainment time- whatever that was. And we all trooped out of the dining room doors onto a floodlit terrace to witness a ceremonial ballet by Georgina and Juliette prancing and posturing as they ceremonially burnt their school ties. It was the end of their school year and next year, their fifth, they did not have to wear ties. They pirouted and posed as the ties burnt and as if by way of a climax, they came together and kissed passionately in center stage. Led by JJ, we applauded wildly, and I wondered what else we would witness by noon Sunday. Nikki was the next act. She quickly removed her shirt and trousers and stood before us in the most exquisite, pearlescent leotard. But being a gathering of girls only, she seemed to have modified her leotard; looking more closely I could see that a large snip had been taken out to reveal her navel, and two more to reveal her impertinent, pointed nipples. As JJ started the cassette, Nikki unfurled her silk banner and danced and twirled lightly and effortlessly before us. As she turned her back we all witnessed two large snips; one on each buttock, revealing her pretty pink cheeks Hillie stood next to me "She's wonderfully supple, isn't she? Wonder how far she spreads for JJ" I span and looked at Hillie, genuinely shocked by this uncharacteristic coarseness. But Hillie just raised an eyebrow and took a long drink from another glass of cranberry mixture. Her cheeks were flushed and her gaze unsteady. Nodding back to Nikki, "Just like a Fan Dance, only not so erotic." She slurred. Bitchy or what?
Nikki was perfectly beautiful and to my eyes, utterly erotic. I'd never seen anyone's boobs or bum displayed quite like this before; it seemed deliberately provocative and totally wanton. But with Nikki inside that revealing leotard; it was cheekily beautiful.
JJ and Hillie wound up the worse for the cranberry concoction, but in entirely different ways. Hillie made a late start on the evening, but she drank quickly and heavily. Buoyed up with success and physical fatigue, she soon snuggled sleepily into the most comfy part of the settees in JJ's drawing room. JJ however, was different. I guessed correctly that she had started early on the vodka and cranberry - Nikki confirmed that she had several large glassfuls before the rest of us arrived "Just to get into the spirit of things". Increasingly vicious and catty, JJ was helped upstairs supported by Nikki on one side and me on the other. Nikki directed us towards JJ's bedroom which it somehow didn't surprise me that she knew. We flopped JJ down and her legs came up and splayed apart at the knees to reveal that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. "Wow." I breathed "I wonder what that feels like" "Don't know. But I'd like to try one day" said Nikki. "And feel all sexy without anyone knowing why" she squealed as she wiggled her pretty bum around the room. We partially undressed JJ before covering her over. It took a bit of a struggle to work out how stockings were linked to suspenders, but I managed it and removed stockings, suspender belt, gloves and earings. JJ half awoke and helped us unzip her gown. She collapsed asleep in her black bra and tiny briefs, still smelling faintly of Chanel. Nikki said "She'll sleep until about 10 tomorrow; she always does." And I couldn't help wondering how many times Nikki had observed or joined in with JJ's Saturday night celebrations. Returning downstairs, we learned that Hillie had removed herself to one of the bedrooms according to Georgina. "She just looked so tired, so I made sure she didn't fall downstairs and let her go." We chatted, drank and ate for a while, until tiredness and alcohol began to get the better of us all. Nikki faded first, curling her arms beneath her on the sofa like a cat. Georgina and Juliette had made it plain to me that they expected to spend the night together - alone. Which left me and Nikki. "Do you want to sleep with Hillie?" asked Nikki. I just looked at her, a little lost for words. "Or do you want to sleep with me?" I wasn't really convinced about sleeping with anyone. But on this warm summer evening, sleeping with Nikki held a magical and seductive attraction. This would be my Midsummer Night's Dream. "Shall we find a bedroom?" I suggested.
We carried our overnight bags to the upper landing and toured the house looking for an empty room. We found Hillie in a room next to JJ, while Nikki waited at the door, I picked up Hillie's strewn clothes from the floor and made sure she was well covered. Juliette and Georgina were obviously across the hall behind a stout oak door. Nikki listened with her ear close to the wood and stifled a squeal of laughter when she heard a gasp of pleasure from within. I was both scandalized and intrigued. I had never heard sound of passion before - man and woman or woman and woman. I looked at Nikki as someone knowing and experienced beyond her years. This slight angel was all knowing before my virginity. And I was going to sleep with her.
At the end of the hall was a large bedroom with a king-sized satin bed and en-suite bathroom. We decided that this opulence would suit us perfectly. "It's JJ's mum an' dad's room. They're away till Wednesday." "What are they like, Nikki?" "Dead cool. They let JJ and me get on with whatever we want." So Nikki and JJ were an acceptable item according to JJ's parents. 'Dead cool' , they allowed their daughter to bed her girlfriend lover in their house without drama. I tried mentally to transpose the situation to my home, but failed with the image of my mother's disgusted face before me. We dumped our bags on the bedroom floor and made for the bathroom. With exquisite spotlighting, the bathroom had two sinks and the toilet stall, like the shower, was behind a smoked glass screen. Nikki peed while I washed and brushed, then we swapped and I peed behind the glass door as she brushed her teeth. We emerged in the bedroom together; Nikki crossed to the other side of the bed where her overnight bag lay. She turned and looked at me. In innocence and ignorance I just looked at her across the bed. She undid the front clasp of her trousers, unzipped the front and peeled them below her bottom. As if in answer I undid my trousers and pulled them down and off my legs. I looked up and saw that Nikki had done the same presenting me with a view of her lower half in her leotard. She looked wonderful. As if on signal she undid her shirt buttons and shed her white cotton blouse, without the exaggerated collars and shoulder pads, she looked as young and as vulnerable as her years. I lifted my sweater, crossing my arms I gripped opposite edges and lifted it over my head revealing my breasts. I looked across at Nikki, half expecting her to laugh and point and for JJ, my mother and the Headmistress to jump out, pointing and screaming. But it didn't happen.
I threw my sweater to the side, shucked back my hair and looked across at Nikki, she was pulling down the shoulders of her leotard. The thin material stayed up covering her tiny titties, but when she pushed it down to her middle, her perfect light pink nipples were revealed. She looked at me, and I looked back. I put my hands on my hips and inserted my fingers in the waistband of my pale yellow knickers. Nikki followed my lead with her fingers in the top of her gathered leotard and we stood like old time gun-slingers with our fingers on our triggers. I pushed downwards and a fraction of a second later Nikki followed. We both straightened up with our clothing round our ankles. I looked across at my fair-haired beauty with her tiny pink breast swellings and her fluffy blonde pubis, and I stood there and showed my pink mole noses and blondish-reddish-brownish fuzz. I was not ashamed; I was in love. But I wasn't sure what to do next. "I'm cold" called Nikki. Breaking the silence and the sexual tension between us. We both scrambled for the edge of the covers and dived beneath seeking warmth. But the chill satin made us squeal; we lay still for a second then Nikki dived across the bed towards me squealing as did I. We cuddled and grappled to get warm and quite incidentally touched each other all over. Like a dream. I pulled her to me running my hand from her shoulder down her back to her buttocks as she wrapped her legs each side of my body. With her one hand on my right hip and the other around my shoulder, Nikki was pulling me in towards her divine fulcrum. I kissed her upon the neck and nibbled down to her shoulder, and her head unbowed so that she presented her face to me and for the first time ever, I kissed another woman. She kissed back and we kissed and kissed and kissed. I kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her ears, her throat. But as I kissed the nape of her neck, I felt her twitch her pelvis towards me. I ran my fingers down her spine, and she groaned and thrust towards me. She surrendered herself to me and lay on top, still kissing. Her thigh between my thighs, mine between hers; we rolled onto our sides. Rubbing and pressing in beautiful harmony that I hoped would last forever. Then we shifted and I cupped her pubis in my hand and marveled at the softness of the flesh and the slight bristle of her trimmed hair. Nikki put her hand on my bum and pulled me towards her, then reached down and around between my cheeks to my lips. Her finger described a little circle, opening my folds as she did. Then she slid a finger just inside me. I just froze as this new feeling took my breath away. It was wonderful and frightening at the same time. I could feel myself lubricating as she massaged, and then almost flooding as I opened my legs wider to give her better access. I hadn't kept my hand on her pubis, but I found it again and parted her lips with two fingers to seek her clitoris; she was damp and sticky. This was the first time I had touched anyone in such an intimate way. I was all inquisitiveness; I wanted to touch and probe and stroke and caress everything and everywhere. But right now, she inserted a second finger into my syrupy vagina and I just had to hang on to reality. I lay back with my mouth falling open as she maneuvered and massaged. Suddenly Nikki disengaged her fingers and hand from me and looked into my eyes with a significance that I did not understand. Two or three seconds she looked deep into my eyes, before bowing her head and sliding her body down mine. She kissed my nipple and I arched my back in explosive pleasure she extended her tongue, licking around the pink as she looked up into my face. I writhed beneath her trying to hold on to sanity as she pleasured me. I had not dreamed that another girl's touch and tongue could feel this wonderful. Down she went to my navel, licking and circling again.
And then to my amazement, she continued down. I hadn't even considered the possibility that girls might put their mouths and tongues on the sex of other girls. It just hadn't occurred to me that making love with tongues could possibly happen. So as Nikki approached my fuzz, it was more than uncharted territory to me; I might as well have been on the moon. I hoped I didn't smell too much and that she wouldn't notice or care that my labia minora and clitoris always seemed to protrude beyond my outer lips. And I wished I had trimmed my fuzz! She nestled between my thighs and looking up over my prone body, she licked one side of my labia, withdrawing between my thighs she licked the other side. And then with her eyes firmly fixed on mine, she licked from the entrance to my vagina up over my urethea and up to my clitoris. I cried out involuntarily and immediately tried to stifle myself with my hand over my mouth. She did it again and I was ready, tightening my stomach muscles as her darling tongue hit my clitoris, at which point I squealed with delight. >From her tongue, through my button, my entire being came alive. Her tongue stayed there and flicking my inner lips apart as she licked me. My clitoris stood tall and proud of my labia and Nikki would take it in her lips, nibbling and sucking, pulling it up and away from it's hiding place. I grunted low as the feeling became more urgent, willing the tension to build to boiling point. Under the command of her tongue, my excitement rose to the stars. Basic, bloody desire demanding fulfillment at all costs. Here it came. I put my hands on the back of Nikki's head and pulled tight as my stomach muscles tensed and I prepared to leave the planet. Harder, faster and stronger I thrust and pulled. I wanted her inside me and I pulled and pulled her in as I thrust and squealed. Up and over, the layers of pleasure erupted through my body. From the very center of my existence to the tips of my fingers, I came and came and came, before collapsing, spent and defenseless before her. Nikki had lifted her head, still looking at me as I whimpered and pulled her face towards mine. I kissed her and tasted my juices upon her cheeks, her lips and her tongue. She lay on top of me and I wrapped my legs around her; I wanted to feel her deep inside; I wanted her to fill me completely. We kissed with open mouths and I welcomed her tongue into my mouth and sucked it in to me. It was entirely wonderful that I had achieved my first non-solo orgasm with such a beautiful and perfect girl as Nikki and I longed to lift her to the same plains of ecstasy that I had achieved.
As I rolled her over onto her back, I thought that Nikki's breasts would not be so sensitive- after all they were hardly developed at all, but Nikki's sharp intake of breath as I touched her right nipple, told me I was wrong. This bright, hard button and its sister I licked and suckled with great care and devotion. Using just my lips I nibbled, tugged and gently pinched. I had power over Nikki; she gasped and flexed as I made love to her breasts, and she whinnying with pleasure and exclaiming in joy. All this was new to me, but now I wanted more. I wanted to experience the taste of her divine fulcrum. Clumsily, I slid my way down to nestle my head between her thighs. Her mons was lightly decorated with curly blond hair each side of her slit from which protruded a tiny pink slice of labia minora. Using my fingers, I parted this secret valley and looked closely at her 'vestibule'. Above was her clitoris, below, her vagina. I closed my eyes and stuck my tongue as deep as I could in her vagina. She tasted exquisitely sweet, salty and musty; but above all, she tasted womanly. Nikki stiffened and shoved her hips upward. I gazed up her body to see she had turned her head away and closed eyes. I did it again and again, drawing wonderful results from her. Then, as my tongue became a little tired, I licked up the slit towards her clitoris. Between her light pink labia her little button glowed wet and erect. About half the size of my clitoris, hers barely protruded from the protecting hood. So I licked and lathered it in its hiding place as Nikki squirmed beneath me. As I licked her, her thighs began to tighten around my head. Glancing up, I could see her stomach muscles tighten, beyond I could see her head lift. Her mouth was open, eyes closed in her moment of passion. Orgasm. She thrust herself hard into my face, pushing her entire pubis all the way up my face and down again. Five or six times she shoved herself up me as she came, burying my tongue, my mouth, my nose into her sex as she came. Each time she thrust, she squeaked a little private cry of ecstasy and pain at the same time. She slammed back into the satin pillows, gasping for air, and I looked up from her mons to her navel, to her breasts and her closed eyes and wondered at the power of the sexual urge. I clambered up her body to kiss again, and although I wanted more, Nikki wanted sleep. I tried to excite her with my left arm wrapped around her and my right hand searching for her vagina, but she was simply too tired to love me any more. One more kiss and she turned away to sleep. Still hot and sexually rampant I looked at he as she slept. Perfect tight buttocks, long straight back and elegant, long neck. Blonde hair, round face and elfin features. And this delicate angel had introduced me to the wonders of same sex oral orgasms. What else did she know that I would crave? Gazing at her, supine and turned away from me. I silently stroked my crotch with my hand. It was soaking wet; all my fuzz was plastered down with her saliva and my lubricant and my labia were open and splayed - they felt enormous and so hot! I really wondered if my clitoris and lips would ever shrink to a more normal size again. Caressing myself more closely, I eased two fingers into my vagina, curling them forwards to find my 'special' spot. I leant forwards and kissed the base of Nikki's neck. She grunted and moved away from me. I wanted to love her more, desperately, but Nikki was off the menu. Only partially satisfied, I laid back and tried to sleep.
When I awoke the next morning I was alone. The side of the bed where Nikki had lain was crumpled but cold; Nikki had been gone some time. It was seven thirty on a perfect summer Sunday morning. I got out of that luxurious bed and tried to flatten the sheets, looking carefully for tell-tale signs of our passion. Satisfied that we had left little evidence I showered and dressed. I wore a terracotta cotton skirt and a taupe top - without a bra again because I had forgotten to bring one. Downstairs to the cavernous hall, I heard activity through the door to the kitchen, so I breezed in only to find a dark skinned oriental woman in a blue uniform "Oh. Hello. I was expecting JJ, I mean Josephine" "Good morning Miss. Miss Josephine and Miss Nikki are sill asleep." She knew JJ and Nikki as a couple, how often had the girl I had enjoyed the previous night stayed here with JJ? The previous night I had lost my virginity to a girl younger than myself and who promptly had left my embrace to sleep with her long-term lover. How was I supposed to feel? Used? Cheap? I didn't. I felt wonderful as I recalled and replayed Nikki lying between my thighs, licking for all she was worth. I could have done it again right there and then. "I suppose the others are still asleep too?" "I think so Miss." This oriental servant stood the same height as me, but I judged her to be in her thirties. Something about her gave away the fact that she was both wife and mother. When she spoke to me, her eyes did not look into mine, rather she seemed to address the floor at my feet. Was she ashamed to be cleaning up from a totally homosexual party? Did I revolt her? I walked towards her as she stood at the sink. "Breakfast is laid in the dining room, miss" I had got close enough to see that she wore a crucifix at her neck and kept her domestic's dress close buttoned. I guessed she was a Catholic Philipino. And I also guessed she would be disgusted by our decadence, but that her faith would resolve in her to be merciful. By the look in her eye, I was wrong; mercy was not hers. I side-stepped the confrontation and did a neat circuit of the kitchen island before diving into the dining room. Here I was presented with a sumptuous breakfast. A basket of fresh fruit, a dish of raspberries and strawberries, as many cereal packets as you could think of and jugs of milk, orange and grapefruit juice buried to the handles in crushed ice. I bagged some strawberries and some ricicles before coming face to face with the oriental servant. "Would you prefer tea or coffee, miss?" "Tea, please. Actually, I would like a pot of tea, for me and my lover, if you would be so kind." As I spoke I walked towards her, the servant walked backwards and disappeared into the kitchen. Gosh. What a test of character to be a servant! Learn to ignore the sexual predilections of your masters and respond with equal professionalism, whether you are serving Goebels or Ghandi. But on a personal basis, you cannot bear to be approached by a Lesbian.
She returned with a tray bearing a small teapot, two cups and saucers, milk jug and sugar bowl, all in virginal white. "Miss." "Thank you, please leave it here for a moment." And I indicated the terrace table before me. I sat and finished my breakfast in the early morning sun of that beautiful English summer. When I had finished, I collected the tray and carried it upstairs to the bedroom where I had left Hillie, the night before. I tapped on the door. No response, so I opened the door and walked in. Hillie still lay crumpled in the bedclothes with her long dark hair spread like the tide upon the pillow. "Hillie. It's me, I've brought you some tea." She grunted and seemed to sink lower in the bed as I set the tray down upon the bedside table and sat on the edge of the double bed. "Hillie, it's nearly ten o'clock" I lied. "You need to get up". She stirred and began to sit up. Blearily, she levered herself upon upon her forearms, then twisted into a sitting position facing me, and blinking desperately" "Too early" she said reproachfully. "I've brought you some tea." Her hand beckoned impatiently and I poured tea, with milk and one sugar, as I knew she preferred. I stirred and lifted the cup and saucer as Hillie sat up properly. She was naked as I had left her the night before. Her pretty breasts before me as her outstretched hands took her tea. "Feel awful." She gasped. "I think you had quite a lot of that vodka and cranberry" "Mmm." She took three or four quick sips of tea. "Where did you sleep?" "Big room at the end" I gestured behind me. "And I woke up alone" Hillie looked at me very closely. "She's no good for you. It will end badly." She looked me straight in the eye. "Everyone knows you're in love with her" I quaked inwardly terrified at who 'everyone' might include, was it that obvious? What about girls at school outside our little circle? I didn't want 'everyone' to know about Nikki and I; to know that I was 'different'. I liked all the other girls, I wanted to be their friends and be like them. "That stuff: vodka. Does it taste sort of greasy and bitter?" "Yes" I replied, still quaking at the though of being ostracized. "Wonderful. Let's see if we can buy a bottle." She drank her cup of tea and proffered the empty to me for a refill. I obliged as she rolled to the edge of the bed and placed he feet on the floor. "Nikki is the very worst type, you know" "What do you mean?" I asked, desperately keeping my voice even, when I wanted to scream with fury. How dare she! Hillie sat up properly with the quilt just vaguely gathered around her middle. "She loves whoever she is with at the time. You, JJ . . . or anyone" "And all she has to offer you is a broken heart" With that Hillie handed me the cup, stood up and shuffled past me naked into the bathroom. She pushed the door half closed behind her, so I heard her sit and pee on the loo. She re-emerged and flopped down beside me on the bed. "Did you share?" she asked in a small voice. "Yes. With Nikki." I tried to say it brightly and to smile at Hillie, but neither worked very well. "I thought so. Did you, you know. Do anything?" She whispered. I nodded "Was it, okay?" Hillie was looking enquiringly into my face. I smiled back, properly this time. "It was wonderful" "And that was your first time, wasn't it Rachel" "Yes" I admitted, bowing my head. "It's all right. Everyone has a first time" And she wrapped her arm around me. I nestled in to her, looking down at her right boob and below into her the thickening hair of her crotch. Did she really mean that? Had she had a 'first time' with another girl? Or was her 'first time' with that ignoramus Vernon. "'Bout time we were leaving. No doubt Susan El Philipino Wonder-Maid will want to wash, clean and fumigate the entire house after us lot" And she stood up and crouched over her overnight bag to pull out a fresh pair of knickers. With her back to me, her spine stood out in relief before it suddenly turned inwards and showed me the cleavage between her glorious buttocks, now with only vague stripes of her punishment visible. Once again, I could detect her sparse pubic hair between her thighs. She looked at me over her shoulder holding her pants in her hand, giving me a view of her right breast and nipple in profile against the glare of the window. "It's your birthday next, isn't it?" "Mm. How did you know I was with Nikki last night?" "I had to go for a pee, realized you weren't here with me, so I went looking" "Did you want me to be here, then?" Could there be another occasion for me to be with Hillie? "It's not just what I want." The question still hung between us; just floating in the air. And she glanced down at my chest where my nipples without restraint of a bra were pushing my cotton t-shirt out of shape. "That's brave, Rae. Have you seen JJ this morning?" "No. Evidently she sleeps until 10" I answered. Hillie dithered, confused for a second. "You cow!" Hillie grabbed my wrist and pointed at my watch. "It's not even eight-thirty. You said it was ten! Rachel, I hate you" Quickly she gave my shoulders a shove and I fell backwards onto the bed and she clambered on top of me. Climbing up she sat on my waist with her knees each side of my chest. She was still naked, but seemed to have forgotten that. "You did that on purpose. I could still be asleep. You absolute cow!" But she was laughing too, as she said it. I held my arms up to protect my face and she began to jab me in the ribs with extended fingers.. It hurt and tickled at the same time, and if I protected my right side, she attacked my left and then both sides at once. "That was really mean, Rachel Stevenson. What am I going to do with you?" She glanced around, there was nothing within reach to hit or poke me with. I looked up at her sitting astride me. Perfect boobs with aureole that stood out beautifully; dimpled navel, flat tummy and her patch of dark hair. Looking down my chest, I could examine her pubic hair in detail in the bright morning light. Between the tight trimmed curls I could make out her neat and tiny slit, but no sight of labia minora or clitoris. It was a beautiful and alluring site, and which excited me despite myself. Hillie saw me looking down at her crotch. "I know, I'll pee on you" Disturbed at the thought, I laughed nervously. "You can't, you've just been" She pretended to try to squeeze a little trickle out. "Mmmmmm. Nope" She looked down at my t-shirt, stretched tight across my chest by her sitting on me. My nipples stood erect and visible through the cotton. "Then I'll have to flick your boobs until you promise not to do it again" And with forefinger and thumb, she gave my left nipple a stinging flick. I yelled and covered it with a hand. Quick as a flash, she flicked my right one. I screamed again and clapped both hands across my boobs, hiding them completely. It really hurt. Hillie laughed again and began to get off and release me. "As it's so very early, and as there's some rather interesting bath-oil-stuff in the bathroom, I am going to have a bath. To make it up to me, you-" Hillie pointed at me accusingly. "You can wait there until I am ready and then come in and wash my back. Okay?" She stooped to collect her bag and the clean knickers from the floor and went into the bathroom, flicking the door halfway closed with her hip. I continued to lay there across the bed, thinking of Nikki, and Hillie and just beginning to wonder how Hillie knew the name of JJ's family servant.
----------------------------------------------- Part Three will be a while, I expect as I have lots of other things to write first. But thank you for the messages I have received from everyone; you're all very kind! Please tell me what you think of this Part via rachelfrizz@hotmail.co.uk. Thanks and Bye!