St Catherine’s by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author.

St Catherine’s academy once was a private school purely for young ladies but these days with the importance of a University degree and to move with the times we now had a few scholarship students who raised the overall academic results and a few token males, all very carefully vetted of course.

It was odd really the roof didn’t fall in, and life went on much as before except someone held the door open for me occasionally.  That was Eric.  We were sprawled out in the lounge, well as near sprawling as young ladies of refinement do you understand, the last two weeks of term all the exams were finished we were just waiting for the results, when it sort of started, I had my head buried in a book as usual the in-crowd was trying to think of something new and exciting to do as usual.  Difficult when you have money, “been there done that got the T-shirt” so what, I mean I didn’t like to boast but using the family connections one had actually done the Amundsen–Scott South Pole Station during their summer which was really cool except of course they didn’t sell T-shirts, it did however let me feel superior to the others when they showed off their Cote d'Azur T-shirts or rather bikinis.

“We could seduce Eric”  “Try you mean.”  “Well no one has ever done it before.”  “It’s impossible.  I've already tried.”  “How would you prove it?”  “That’s easy keep his T-shirt as a souvenir.”  “I vote we all put a thousand into the pot and whoever seduces him gets the money.”  “Just between ourselves?”  “Well to make it really interesting we could restrict it to the scholarship girls.”  “That would save our pin money.”  “How?”  “Well we just arrange bursaries for the lucky girl, more in the pot than if we just put a thousand in each and not our pin money.  Can you imagine all those female geeks trying to seduce a male geek and only one will win, it’ll be hilarious to watch.”  “What if two of them manage it?”  “Come on Eric, he’s the sort that goes out with a girl for a year before putting hand on her breast, it’ll never happen and if more than one manages we’ll just arrange another bursary.” “So T-shirt or briefs?”  “Briefs!” went up the cry.

I stayed quiet in the corner thinking.  I rather liked Eric, he was mega bright but extremely introverted and he like all the rest of us had name tags sown into his clothes so getting hold of his underwear would be a good way of showing you’d seduced him.  I didn’t like the idea of him or any of the geek girls losing their virginity over this.  I had a flash of inspiration, Mrs. Li, who looked after the laundry, the very person.  I wondered off to see her.

Eric was still in bed when Mrs. Li came in with his washing.  “I’m afraid your underwear has gone missing but I’ve brought you something to keep you going until they turn up.”  Eric, the sweet lamb, was too polite to say anything but for the next two weeks he was going to be wearing some very feminine silk underwear.  “As soon as I can trace them, I’ll return yours.”  Mrs. Li put his clothes away for him and took away his dirty washing, somehow managing to carry off any clean briefs at the same time.  

The girls were right.  It was hilarious to watch.  Poor Eric suddenly became the doorway to University.  Girls who previously had thought an inch above the knee was daring began to wear mid thigh length skirts.  Blouses were left unbuttoned.  He was petted and chased so much.  The poor guy had never had anyone come and sit in his lap and try to French kiss him before.  He twisted out from underneath and noticed some others closing in on him and took flight.  I had a spare key to my room so I slipped it into his hand as he passed.  Eventually he took refuge in my room whilst I stretched out on the bed reading.  He hid in the wardrobe when someone came knocking on the door.  I just hoped he wouldn’t find my stash of his underwear on the shelf in the wardrobe.  That evening I got changed in the en suite and unrolled my down sleeping bag on the rug for him.  He looked at me, and I shrugged, if he wanted to try sleeping in his room tonight that was his affair.

The next morning Mrs. Li turned up with his socks, shirts and other things that guys wear.  When I crawled in for breakfast, the common room was in an uproar.  Screams had been heard coming from Eric’s room during the night.  One enterprising young lady had hoped to slip in besides him in bed only to find another young lady in a very sheer non school uniform baby doll already there.  Veronica was blushing furiously as she was teased about climbing into bed with Courtney.  Even Amber offered to let her share her bed, most unusual as Amber is more discreet about these things.

“I can’t understand it, we were all ready to undress him and steal his underwear by force if need be and what do you think he was wearing, pink frilly knickers!  I mean I ask you what’s a girl to do?”  “Well I picked the lock on his room and do you know not a pair of jockey what-evers anywhere.”  Oh it really was hilarious, then the rumours started about boys who wore girls’ underwear and whether they were queer or not.  I stopped that one by walking up to Eric and French kissing him in front of everyone.  He didn’t taste too bad either.

“But she doesn’t even need a bursary,” the conversation died as I came into the room the day before the last day of term, the day Eric’s underwear had to be produced.  I found him hiding in my room reading my Terry Pratchetts, at least he has good taste. “Eric if you had the power to give say fourteen bursaries away to scholarship girls here who would you choose?”  He looked up, it was probably the first time I’d spoken to him.  “Me?”  “Try again.”  “Oh Ashley, Jessica, I suppose” Eventually I got a dozen more names out of him and sent a batch of text messages inviting them all to a tea party in my room immediately.  Thank God my room was fairly large.  I filled the kettle and lifted down the Earl Grey, Orange Pekoe, and the Lapsang.  “We’re having a tea party, the guests will arrive shortly which tea would you prefer?”  He looked startled.  I never ever give tea parties with more than two people and often its only one.

The girls arrived and Eric served them tea according to their taste.  You could see the speculation in their eyes.  “Ashley you’ll find a Ziploc bag of Eric’s underwear on my top shelf with a roll of Ziploc bags.”  Eric looked up “So that’s where they were hidden.”  “Eric trust me, I can’t explain anything but trust us.”  I turned back to Ashley, “I think one pair each with a mixture of Eric’s sperm and your own juices remembering they may well be tested for DNA should suffice, there are a couple of Hitachi magic wand vibrators next to it.  Oh and Eric remember a gentleman never tells.”  I went back to my book.  Eric seemed to disappear under a mass of females.  “Please Eric we don’t want much sperm, just a dab each.”  By the time I'd reached the end of the chapter the girls had got themselves sorted out.  Eric was being milked of every drop of sperm that a two-girl hand job could manage for the third time and looking a little uncomfortable.  Two or three other girls were caressing him, and in the corner those who had got their sample already were busy masturbating to produce plenty of juices that could be scooped out and added to the spermed briefs they held in their hand.  “They’ll never believe this.”  “Yes they will, just hug and French kiss Eric in the common room and hand in your bag.”

Afterwards I helped Eric get dressed and I straighten his tie for him, giving him a peck on the cheek before sending him off to the common room.  I gave him a couple of minutes then slipped in and grabbed a coffee and a slice of chocolate cake and sat down to watch the fun.

Ashley went first and after hugging and kissing Eric handed her Ziploc bag to the in crowd.  “Is this what you were looking for?”  There was a look of amazement around the in crowd.  “Eric did you?”  “A gentleman never tells.”  “But it is your sperm here?”  “Probably.”

The others followed and the in crowd’s eyes grew wider and wider.  “Eric did anyone tell you why or what was happening?”  “Well I figured something was happening, I was being hit on a dozen times a day but I still don’t know why.”  “My God he took advantage of them all.”  Eric and the geek girls let the in crowd’s imagination work and didn’t say a word.  The in crowd was in total shock this was something they hadn’t even considered.  “We could invite him back to my room and see how he performs?”  Eric looked pained “I don’t think I could even manage an erection at the moment I feel so totally drained.”

The geek chorus hustled Eric away to safety and I remained reading.  That evening after supper my door opened and Eric slipped in.  My god a boy wanting to talk?  “Pray take a seat.”  “Why am I wearing girls’ silk knickers, what was so important about my sperm that everyone wanted some, and what was your role in all this?”  I looked at him through my glasses.  How much should I tell him?  I looked behind to make sure the door was closed.  “Well if you promise not to tell anyone.”  He nodded so I explained about the in crowd’s competition.  “I just thought you’d be safer if you didn’t have any briefs to pinch so I arranged for you to be supplied with some of mine and then on a whim I thought it would be fun to see the in crowd’s faces if they thought you’d seduced half the geeks within a fortnight.  I mean it was in a good cause, you provided an awful lot of bursaries.  By the way some of those scraps of silk and lace knickers you’ve been wearing are $250 a pair so my dress allowance would like them back please.  I do hope you haven’t stretched the fronts too much.”  He blushed adorably at that comment.  “What are you going to do next year?”  “I was hoping to do a pure science program but I don’t have all the courses they wanted and money is a problem.”  “St. Catherine’s isn’t renowned for its math and science options.  Still you never know something might turn up.  I think you’d better go and get changed before drifting down to the end of term ball.”  Scholarship males’ attendance was practically compulsory and he knew it.

I was a bit excited by the idea of university and nervous as well to be honest; I worried would I fit in?  Normally I don’t bother about fitting in, the world can fit round me but it would be nicer if I knew at least one person.  I pulled out my computer and forged an application for Social Science program at my university of choice in Eric’s name.  An indistinct signature at the bottom and it was ready to go.  Next a letter saying his application for employment had been successful followed by the rate of pay and a detailed set of instructions on how to reach our cottage together with the fact that the airline ticket could be picked up at the airport.  I set the rate of pay at a dollar more the normal student rate to avoid suspicion but mentioned meals and accommodation would be provided.

One envelope went in the mail, the other under his door.  I made a token appearance at the end of term ball, and noticed poor Eric was getting a lot of attention and glances.  Fortunately his lady geeks were very protective of him so I didn’t have to do anything, except avoid him in case someone put one and one together in which case I might not have been popular.

Miss Strivens gave us all a splendid speech the next morning and said she was especially proud to announce that she had fourteen additional University bursaries to award that morning bringing the total to a new record number and she was very proud of all the efforts that everyone had made.  Everyone cheered and clapped and looked at a blushing Eric who hadn’t received one which confused Miss Strivens no end.

I sneaked off and took an early flight and when I got to the airport arranged transport for Eric to get dropped off by the cottage.  About three miles away there is a summer camp so Eric would be dropped off by their school bus as it carried a group of noisy teenagers to camp.  Then totally exhausted by my organising efforts I curled up with a book on a lounger overlooking the lake.

Fortunately a dusty Eric turned up three hours later, well I was beginning to get the slightest bit peckish.  “Hi, do you know how to cook?”  I greeted him.  “You!”  “Me, hungry me, do you know how to cook?”  This seemed to throw him.  “I thought I had some sort of job.”  “You do its called looking after me.”  “Is there anyone else living here?”  “No silly that’s why you’re here, mama wouldn’t entertain the idea of me being at the cottage all summer by myself so you’re here to look after me, pander to my every whim and I happen to be hungry.  You can always leave if you like but your airline ticket was one way and there isn’t another school bus until the end of the week.”  “You mean I’m stranded here?”  I smiled at him.  Eric can be so quick some times.  “Not only that but unless you can cook, we’ll starve.”  I gave him my best hopeless maiden look.

For lunch we dined on coke and chocolate biscuits.  Eric had some strange ideas it wasn’t balanced and didn’t contain all the food groups.  He has some odd ideas like it wasn’t proper for him to share a bed with me.  I only suggested it to tease him, he goes such a delightful shade of pink.  Especially when I said he hadn’t got anything to be modest about since I’d already seen his stiffy with at least six different girls' hands wrapped round it.  He blushed beautifully at that.  “Did some of your underwear really cost $200?”  “Yeah it was last summer dad and I were visiting Europe and when he had meetings I got packed off shopping with some management trainee.  He got embarrassed when I went shopping for a skirt so I went round all the stores that sold lingerie I could find and asked his opinion in the dressing rooms.  It was terrible of me but he was so stuffy.”

Anyway for tea I thought up egg and chips.  Trouble is I did the eggs whilst Eric peeled the potatoes so we ended up having things when they were ready.  There is a definite timing thing with this cooking stuff.  After tea I relented and showed him the long distance learning thingy I did last summer with some college or other to get the maths credits I needed for my course.  He seemed interested so I signed him up.

You know you really get to know someone by living with them for four months.  The in crowd was wrong it only took a month for Eric to feel comfortable caressing my breasts.  I gave him a sort of crash course of hints, short skirts, matching underwear and sheer nightgowns.  Can you believe it took another two months before we went all the way but it was worth it, I just melted eventually.  The anticipation just built until we could stand it no longer.  By the end of summer I could microwave a mean bacon and egg sandwich from raw, eggs and everything, though it took nearly a month of experimenting and making careful notes to get the bread looking right out of the bread maker.

“So what do we do now, it’s nearly the end of summer, was this just a summer fling?”  “I hope not, now we go to university, if you’re lucky and the right shipping container has arrived you’ll have somewhere to sleep.”  I got tickled can you imagine.  When we’d eventually calmed down after the fight, I admitted to liking having him around so much that I’d arranged a social science course for him.  He put his tongue out at me. “Well it’s got science in the title and I’m paying for it so what more do you want?”  Really the expectations of the staff these days is just too much.

Eric drove us both down and he collected more stuff from his parents which we managed to cram into the Sienna.  It works great at the cottage even in snow with its AWD.  Our shipping containers had arrived and looked very smart.  The site had been zoned for four stories so in my sketch I’d made the ground floor a convenience store, the next floor up was a kindergarten then we had two stories of shipping container apartments with an external elevator.  I’d seen something similar in Europe so had contacted a local architect who knew the local planning rules and she’d made it happen.  To make it better financially we were going to add another five stories of container apartments above and all the foundations etc. had been put in with this in mind but that needed a variation to the zoning bylaw which meant a delay.  The city planning staff though were very supportive and loved the idea even with the extra floors.

I took Eric up to the container apartments.  I'd picked out an end unit just above the kindergarten two forty foot containers side by side with an internal doorway between them.  Out of the window at the back I could see the kids sliding down the long slide from the second floor down to their garden beneath.  “So what do you think?  It’s my very first development.”  Eric looked round, “It’s not quite what I envisaged when you said I’d be living in a shipping container.  It’s great.”  Wow praise indeed from Eric.  “The unit above us and the one by the side are empty but the rest have been rented out.  Oh tonight at the bewitching hour of midnight you have to register for your courses.  I’m doing mine this afternoon so you can take notes.”  “Why can’t I register this afternoon?”  “Well you could if you want to register for courses within the faculty of Social Sciences but for other faculties the registration opens at midnight.”  “You mean register for Science courses?”  I smiled at him.  “I’d never get away with it?”  “I don’t see why not.  There are sixty kindergarten places that have been filled with University staff’s children.  The rental units have been rented out to University Staff, at very reasonable rents I might add.  Plus we have another five floors of new apartments that will be added above once we get the zoning changed.  I don’t think anyone will say anything at all, do you?  I mean to say all you have to do is request an interview with the Dean and let him know all your courses are within his faculty and you have your maths' credits.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he’d been briefed beforehand about our relationship, especially as it was his executive assistant who was the first customer at the kindergarten.”

“Do we have a relationship?”  I tilted my head and looked at him, “Well let me think, we spent the summer together sleeping in the same bed.  We learnt to cook together, and we’ve spent a lot of time together so yes we probably have.”  He looked at me, “Only probably?”  before scooping me up and carrying me off to bed to continue the very interesting discussion.