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Marnie was my age, eighteen, but looked a lot younger: she had barely any boobs, which I noticed when we showered after lacrosse. She didn’t have many hairs down below, either – just like me. Maybe that’s why we clicked: we both looked younger and more innocent than we really were. Because Marnie certainly was no innocent: one night I caught her in an empty classroom frigging herself as she looked at a lingerie catalogue. I closed the door and we never mentioned it again, but nor did I mention it to the other girls: they’d have ripped her apart.
I think Marnie appreciated my tact, and we started sitting together in class. I remember one summer afternoon we were listening to our English mistress reading from Flaubert. It was a Friday afternoon: we were all bored, sleepy, looking forward to the weekend when we could walk in the woods, swim in the lake, sleep a little later – on the Saturday, at least. On Sundays they dragged you from bed at six for matins.
Our English mistress was called Miss Walters. She was in her mid-40s and very beautiful, if a little harsh. She always wore very tight blouses through which you could often see the dark outline of her bra. She must have been at least a 40DD: they were bloody enormous! Sometimes she didn’t wear a bra, and you could see her enormous nipples. I guess I had a bit of a crush on Miss Walters: I couldn’t stop looking at her breasts, the way she crossed her stockinged legs, her elegant high-heeled shoes that I longed to wear.
I hated our uniform: bottle green pleated gymslip, scratchy blouse, a tie even in summer, white or blue regulation knickers. In winter we wore tights but in summer we had to wear long white knee socks which I hated with a passion. It seemed ludicrous at 18 still to be forced into such outfits. We all wanted to dress up in stockings, to look like the adults we were.
Anyway as we sat there that sleepy Friday afternoon, at the back of the class, I began day-dreaming about Miss Walters. About being kept behind after class and punished, perhaps spanked and forced to suck on those enormous brown nipples. I was woozy with sleep and hormones, and emerged from this private place to find my panties were moist and my thigh was touching Marnie’s leg, which was warm and smooth. I wasn’t sure what to do: she was staring at Miss Walters as I sometimes did, and didn’t seem to have noticed our touching flesh. Somehow it felt pleasant so rather than drawing away I kept my thigh pressed against hers, my cunt still soaking wet – so wet, in fact, my chair was beginning to feel slippery under my ass.
Then Marnie did something extraordinary. As she stared at Miss Walters, she reached under the desk, took my hand, and opening her legs pushed it up her skirt. I felt her panties: they were as wet as mine. Marnie shifted slightly and allowed me to slide my fingers inside the leg of her knickers and into her smooth gash. She was so wet… I played my fingers over her clitty and she shuddered, pressing her thigh against mine. She even let out a little squeak: a few of the other girls looked round but we must have looked quite innocent, staring up at our beloved teacher, so they turned round again. Marnie took my hand and, quickly, kissed my fingertips, licking her own cunt juices. That was a real turn on. I wanted her to touch me so much, but at that moment the bell went. I was cross, frustrated, but then I realised we had the whole weekend…
We didn’t have much chance to chat afterwards, because the other girls were there. But then, late in the evening, the other two girls said they were going to Friday prayers. Marnie and I looked at each other and smiled. Of course we didn’t have long, but now I hoped she might return the favour – if you’d call it a favour, to finger a girl and then taste her juices…
Anyway – the other two girls disappeared to prayer, which was in a small church at the other end of the school. That gave us at least twenty minutes. Without a word, Marnie removed all her clothes, stripped me naked, and pushed me back on my bed. I’d hoped she was going to lick my pussy but to my surprise she straddled my face and forced her cunt into my face. I had no option but to lick that smooth clean slit, Marnie helping my using her fingers to pull her flaps apart so I could get my tongue deeper inside. I loved licking her slimy slit, and best of all was licking her clitty, which was pink and stiff and seemed to love being licked. Marnie suddenly began wriggling and came with a loud moan...
This is an extract of “Lingerie Loving,” my first erotic novel, available now on Kindle.
I think Marnie appreciated my tact, and we started sitting together in class. I remember one summer afternoon we were listening to our English mistress reading from Flaubert. It was a Friday afternoon: we were all bored, sleepy, looking forward to the weekend when we could walk in the woods, swim in the lake, sleep a little later – on the Saturday, at least. On Sundays they dragged you from bed at six for matins.
Our English mistress was called Miss Walters. She was in her mid-40s and very beautiful, if a little harsh. She always wore very tight blouses through which you could often see the dark outline of her bra. She must have been at least a 40DD: they were bloody enormous! Sometimes she didn’t wear a bra, and you could see her enormous nipples. I guess I had a bit of a crush on Miss Walters: I couldn’t stop looking at her breasts, the way she crossed her stockinged legs, her elegant high-heeled shoes that I longed to wear.
I hated our uniform: bottle green pleated gymslip, scratchy blouse, a tie even in summer, white or blue regulation knickers. In winter we wore tights but in summer we had to wear long white knee socks which I hated with a passion. It seemed ludicrous at 18 still to be forced into such outfits. We all wanted to dress up in stockings, to look like the adults we were.
Anyway as we sat there that sleepy Friday afternoon, at the back of the class, I began day-dreaming about Miss Walters. About being kept behind after class and punished, perhaps spanked and forced to suck on those enormous brown nipples. I was woozy with sleep and hormones, and emerged from this private place to find my panties were moist and my thigh was touching Marnie’s leg, which was warm and smooth. I wasn’t sure what to do: she was staring at Miss Walters as I sometimes did, and didn’t seem to have noticed our touching flesh. Somehow it felt pleasant so rather than drawing away I kept my thigh pressed against hers, my cunt still soaking wet – so wet, in fact, my chair was beginning to feel slippery under my ass.
Then Marnie did something extraordinary. As she stared at Miss Walters, she reached under the desk, took my hand, and opening her legs pushed it up her skirt. I felt her panties: they were as wet as mine. Marnie shifted slightly and allowed me to slide my fingers inside the leg of her knickers and into her smooth gash. She was so wet… I played my fingers over her clitty and she shuddered, pressing her thigh against mine. She even let out a little squeak: a few of the other girls looked round but we must have looked quite innocent, staring up at our beloved teacher, so they turned round again. Marnie took my hand and, quickly, kissed my fingertips, licking her own cunt juices. That was a real turn on. I wanted her to touch me so much, but at that moment the bell went. I was cross, frustrated, but then I realised we had the whole weekend…
We didn’t have much chance to chat afterwards, because the other girls were there. But then, late in the evening, the other two girls said they were going to Friday prayers. Marnie and I looked at each other and smiled. Of course we didn’t have long, but now I hoped she might return the favour – if you’d call it a favour, to finger a girl and then taste her juices…
Anyway – the other two girls disappeared to prayer, which was in a small church at the other end of the school. That gave us at least twenty minutes. Without a word, Marnie removed all her clothes, stripped me naked, and pushed me back on my bed. I’d hoped she was going to lick my pussy but to my surprise she straddled my face and forced her cunt into my face. I had no option but to lick that smooth clean slit, Marnie helping my using her fingers to pull her flaps apart so I could get my tongue deeper inside. I loved licking her slimy slit, and best of all was licking her clitty, which was pink and stiff and seemed to love being licked. Marnie suddenly began wriggling and came with a loud moan...
This is an extract of “Lingerie Loving,” my first erotic novel, available now on Kindle.
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