Greenwell Academy

By Joshua Freeman

Published on Apr 9, 2012

Lesbian

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 :)

Next: Chapter 2


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