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An afternoon at school

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 24 Jul 2006 2 comments
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It is one of those lazy hot days, when the school is full of overtired and overheated students. My seat is near the window, and beyond the gardens that line the entrance to my school, I can see some of the other girls on the netball court. My teacher drones on and the class respond in a lack-lustre monotone, repeating the latin verb conjugations with little or no understanding. I sigh, feeling my white shirt stick to my back, and my small breasts scuff the course material. Naturally, I should be wearing a bra, but I really can't be bothered with yet another layer of constriction. It is rediculous, of course, that even in the summer months tights are compulsory. I suppose that they assumed that knickers would be worn as a matter of course, but I know that several girls in the class arent wearing any, me included. At 14, there is something deliciously 'naughty' about not wearing knickers. I can feel what little air there is so much more keenly as it blows gently up my skirt. I open my knees wide and a gentle zephry of air kisses my thighs and my pussy. I close my eyes for a moment, and imagine it is the breath of a lover. I've heard about this from my best friend. She says that sometimes a boy wants to kiss you down there! (My heartbeat increases slightly at the thought) If only Claire knew the effect on me when she says the bad words! She had actually said, "Boys like to kiss your cunt." I thought I would wet myself when she said that. I had to go to the toilet, but all that was there was a creamy discharge that smelt nice, sort of musky. I look again at the netball court. Two of the girls are sitting on the grass bank, and I can see up their skirts. Strange how that should make me feel tingly inside. (My hand strays under the desk and up my thigh) I wonder if they have let anyone "Kiss their cunts". (My finger has found the furrow between my soft and still almost hairless lips.) I roll the words around in my head as I roll my clit with the tip of my finger. My heart rate increases still further. I look out again at the two girls, now sitting very close to each other and whispering, it seems, into each others ear. A sudden thought flashes through my mind. I wonder if they have kissed. (A thick outpouring of fluid leaves my body and makes my tights wet at the crotch.) I imagine them in the showers, kissing, touching. As I look, one of them reaches forward and brushes the hair from the other one's eyes, her hand lingering on her breast. I think of what I did in bed last night. I remember how my knees were wide apart under the sheet, how my hips thrust with a will of their own. How the filthy, disgusting words tore through my head as I reached orgasm. I remember too, with a deep sense of shame, how I had gone through my roommates clothes until I found a pair of her knickers still wet. I remember how I smelled them, tasted them before finally sucking them deeply into my mouth as I came. With no warning, I feel the orgasm hit. I have to disguise it with a series of coughs, but it feels so glorious. I am almost lying back in my chiar, my knees pushed against the restraints of the desk. My Latin teacher asks if I am alright. Would I like to get some water? I gratefully accept and leave the class. As I pass Claire's desk, she looks at me and smells the air. She mouths one single word at me.Slut!