| Well Educated I write on another wesite under another pen name and created the "Saint Hilda's World" there but this story and the follow ups can be read without knowledge of the other stories. The first time I ever saw Fern I was sitting in Ms. Price's history class. I'd finished my essay on Germany and the collapse of their currency post WW1 last night, and was copping a peek at June Frazier's dancer's legs and sleek thighs. She knew I was ogling her, and had eased her kilt a tad higher, to let me catch a glimpse of her canary yellow panties. She flashed me a teasing smile and went back to writing. OK cool! I switched my attention to Ms. Price, and her superb boobs, and the nipples that always poke through her bra and blouse. Next I was musing about whether June might let me sneak into the toilets with her later, and explore those thighs at closer range. Not to mention whether Ms. P was enough of a risk taker to check out a horny twelve year old, who had dreams of unhooking her bra and sampling those breasts and nipples. I was brought back to earth by a sharp rap on the classroom door, which swung open to admit one of our more senior teachers at St Hilda's. Miss Allison, who was ushering in front of her a skinny little kid, who was wearing a nervous smile painted on her face. Beryl Allison mooched across to Ms. P and a whispered conversation took place, with much nodding and smiling to each other. Now that I didn't mind at all, since the grey haired and thin Ms. Allison is on my list of "teachers to do" and she DOES show promise and interest! Ms. P rapped on the desk with her knuckles of steel! "Attention please class, Miss Allison has something to tell you, Beryl, go ahead please!" "Class this is Fern McKay! Fern is being moved up a year, as the head teacher and I feel she's just too far ahead of her fellow pupils, so we, the school, consider she needs harder challenges to stretch her limits at St Hilda's. I'm sure you'll all make her welcome!" I concentrated on my new classmate right off. I'm turned twelve, and if Fern was skipping or jumping a year then she'd be what? Ten going on eleven? First impression was that she was pretty thin, even in her school blazer I could see that she'd not got anything in the boob department, and her legs were straight and skinny. On the plus side her face was really cute. Narrow lips and a pointed chin fitted well with her tilted cat's eyes, though I couldn't see their colour from where I was sitting. Her hair was a sort of nothing brown shading to blond, but it looked silky and clean, and it swirled a little as she shifted slightly. Like me she wore specs! Mind you half the school wears specs now designer frames are so stylish and smart. I know a few girls who wear specs they don't even need to wear. My grandma Kathy told me kids used to be teased rotten about wearing specs years ago and now they're a fashion accessory! Ms. P broke in on my thoughts just then. "Is there a spare desk for Fern? Class?" It was a spur of the moment thing that I did, standing up and raising my hand. "Right next to mine Ms. Price. Petra Mohammed won't be coming back." Petra's dad had moved the family south to work for his uncle, when the recession closed down the firm who employed him, so her desk was vacant. Ms. P ushered Fern forward. "Right there next to Donna Gerard please Fern. You can fetch the rest of your things from your old class at lunch time." As Beryl Allison left the room she flashed me a small smile and a bigger wink. "Thank you Donna I'm sure you'll make Fern welcome!" Well that told me I pretty well was making progress and Miss Allison had noticed me. I gave her taut rear, in its pencil skirt, a hard glance, as she ambled out. I liked the sharp vee of her panty line under the thin fabric, as her slender hips swayed a little. I turned my focus back onto little Miss McKay then, as she sat next to me arranging her school kilt neatly. "Hi I'm Donna! Nice to have you with us Fern." Up close she looked even thinner but equally even cuter. A lovely, friendly, smile, showed off her perfect little teeth. "Thanks Donna, I wasn't expecting to finish up in your class, so it's so nice of you to offer to let me sit next to you." "Donna! Why don't you let Fern read your essay? Then she'll have some idea of the sort of work we do in our class!" Ms. P wasn't missing the chance to get our new classmate into the run of things quickly, now she'd joined us, so I passed her the sheaf of papers I'd written the night before on my computer, and printed out this morning. When she started to read I realised she really was reading it, not just skimming and trying to please her new teacher. Several times she paused and went back to re-read a section, and her eyes, behind those nice specs, were screwed up in concentration. When she passed it back to me she was looking more than pleased with things. "That's really very, very, good Donna! You must have done some serious research to write that!" I was pleased but not big headed about it. "Thanks Fern, but now you're in this class you'll find out that this isn't a class for dummies. Everyone in this class is sharp and you must be too, just to get here. The slowest girl in this room is brighter than most in the school, and being clever is nothing to be ashamed of. You'll fit in fine!" When the lunch bell rang she touched my feelings again with her politeness. "Please Donna could I sit with you at lunch? I can get to know your friends easier now I'm in the class with them if I sit with you, and you've been so nice and friendly to me." Damn! I found I really was liking her a lot after just a couple of hours. At lunch she didn't say much but was quick to respond when she was included in our chatting. When she stood up to go to the counter, to buy an apple, it seemed easy to ask her to run a message for me. I passed her a pound coin as she moved. "Fetch me back a carton of milk will you Fern? Thanks love!" Bonnie Scholes fixed me with a wide grin. Bonnie's weird, she loves pussy play but pretends she doesn't, and half our school thinks she has a down on gay girls, instead of her loving going down on gay girls! "Well it looks like you got yourself a new sweetie Donna! How long do you think it will be before you do her?" I fixed her with my best laser glare. Talking about my idea of fun isn't a problem, I don't care who knows I get my kicks with girls, and with my family background ( you'll hear about that soon ) that's not a surprise. However I'd only met Fern this morning, and to accuse me of planning to be ready to fuck her already was overstepping the mark. "Bonnie she's shy, nice, clever, and she's in a class a year ahead of her age. So yeah I'm being nice to her, and yeah I like her, so if I decide I want to play around with her you'll be the first to know. Anyway I didn't hear you complaining when you were shouting "God! Don't stop Micky!" a week ago at the playing fields." Bonnie flushed scarlet and there was laughter around our table. It was though good natured laughter, most of my friends are gay, bi, or straight but like me for myself anyway, so an awkward moment passed easily. When Fern returned with my milk and change we were all at ease. Fern did become a real friend, first at school, then an occasional visit to mine and I called at hers. Her mother, Sarah, was great. I didn't meet her dad 'cos he was working away, but her mum confided in me, while Fern was upstairs. "Oh Donna I'm so glad you've become friends with Fern, she doesn't have many friends, probably since she is so much brighter than those her own age. You're really bringing her out of her shell, you and some of the other girls in your class." The big incident that really changed things came a few weeks later. Final bell had rung and I'd packed my book bag, ready to head out to meet Fern at the school gates, and walk home together. When I got into the schoolyard I could see the small crowd gathered and hear the shrill voices. Fern faced a familiar figure, Marcie Downs, our dislike is mutual but she knows better than to get physical with me! Closer and I could hear her words to Fern. "You skinny little shit! You think you're so smart and I know you're being fucked by that fuckin' dyke Donna. A pair of fuckin' pervs like you two we can do without!" Now St Hilda's has a no bullying policy, and a VERY strong no homophobia policy ( and there's a very big reason for that ) but sometimes you have to deal with things yourself. So I walked over, just a little faster, but before I got there things got physical. Fern stayed quite cool as she replied. "If Donna was doing me, which she isn't, that would be our business and nobody else's. She's my friend and it's nothing to do with you!" Marcie has a bad mouth and showed it! "Fuckin' slut!" Then Marcie went for Fern, looking like she was planning on grabbing her hair and dragging her down, so I went into top gear but Fern really surprised me. Weight on the ball of one foot she landed a perfect snap kick, right into Marcie's gut, that doubled her over and felled her. Different style from my martial arts training but just as effective. Mum teaches in the evening at our local dojo and me and my sisters all train with her. Mum has a black belt plus her instructor's badges, both my sisters have black belts too, while I'm a brown belt, and studying hard to join them on the same level. I wouldn't have stepped in but Marcie's friend, Janet, threw her arms around Fern from behind in a bear hug, and then yelled for reinforcements. I was on the scene by then so I jabbed Janet in the kidney, then cracked a half power axe chop onto her collar bone, and that dropped her alongside her buddy. "Anyone else want to say anything about Fern and me? No? I thought not! Come on Fern lets go home!" Just to emphasise things, once Fern picked up her bag and I'd shouldered mine, I put my arm around her narrow shoulders to walk her out of the gates. While leaving Marcie and Janet doing their best to appear cool, calm, and un-bruised. None of which they were! On the way home Fern was trembling a bit, while her usually pale complexion was flushed, so I decided that it was time to talk, to get her to open up and calm down at the same time. "What set that off love? I didn't know you knew Marcie, and anyway she's turned thirteen, and a year ahead of us. Oh and by the way that was a nice snap kick, where do you study?" My words had the desired effect and drew a tiny smile of satisfaction from my small friend, and distinct signs of confidence returning, as she pulled herself together.
Study them I thought! In my family you bloody live them! "Yeah well mum has her instructor's badges and teaches Karate at our dojo, so I do know a bit about it. Look! Why don't you come home with me for a while, so as to let Marcie get out of the way since she lives so near you? You're only ten minutes walk away from yours when you leave my house. You can phone your mum and explain to her if you like." I love her little monkey grin when she's perking up and she was happy to go along with my suggestion. "Cool Donna! But there's no point in my ringing, mum's away for a while today, so she won't be worried if I don't get home on time." My house was deserted and I didn't expect anyone home for hours, so I took Fern up to my room to have a heart to heart talk. There's lots of money in my family so my room's big and well furnished. All the trappings that a girl needs to impress her friends with, but I didn't try to impress Fern. I just told her to sit on the bed while I sat next to her and we talked. "OK love it's time I tell you a few things, first about my family and then about our school. You've met my mum, Theresa, and my sister Stefanie, my other sister Janice is away at university, and mum Gerry, well you've not met her yet. You've never asked about my dad?" Now she's back to her reserved look! "Well people get divorced Donna. You never mentioned him so I didn't like to ask." I was determined to clear the air of anything that might put a strain on our friendship so I took a deep breath and gave her the whole story. "I never mention my father 'cos I don't have a father! I mean of course I have a father or I wouldn't have been born, he left before I was old enough to remember him, when he found out mum was a lesbian. Mum says, and my two sisters say the same, so I guess it's true, that he was a good guy, but couldn't handle the idea that mum preferred a lady in her bed rather than him. Mum's a lawyer and her partner for some years now is my other mum, Gerry, Geraldine. Gerry's a circuit judge so she's away a lot but she's cool and we're really happy as a family." Fern's watching me, fascinated, like I'm her baby sitter telling her the best bedtime story she's ever heard, so I continue. "Neither mum nor Gerry, when she moved in, ever tried to influence me and my sisters. But I suppose it's no surprise that I'm gay and that my oldest sister's bi, while Steffi's gay as well. So now you know what you're letting yourself in for if you're going to be my friend and a friend of my family. She opened her mouth to speak but I placed one finger on her thin, pink, lips, and raised another to hush her. "Let me finish love! My family and I are way out of the closet and we're well known, so hang with me and you're gay by association. The other thing you need to know is this, you only started at St Hilda's a year ago, when your folks moved here, so maybe they only knew St Hilda's is considered the best girls school in the city. Insiders know something else!" By now she must have had some inkling of the rumours but I gave her the entire truth. "St Hilda's is and has always been the girls school that's home to more lesbians, both pupils and teachers, than any other school in the city. So you've got a double risk of being considered gay by some of your fellow pupils, and outsiders as well. So now you know, Fern, and the choice is yours. If you don't want to be friends with me anymore I'll understand love!" I knew then she was something special and different, because she didn't blurt right out that there was no problem with who and what I was, or chill me and make excuses then leave. She sat there and thought a long time in silence before she spoke. Though she was looking down at her feet when she spoke. "Donna you're my friend right? I mean you like me right?" "Yeah!" That's all I said not to break her thoughtful mood. "OK but how do you like me? Like a friend? Or do you like me like you like those girls you go with?" This time SHE silenced ME with an open palm as I was about to reply. "Don't worry! I've heard all about the girls you've been with, and if I'm going to be your friend maybe I want to be a friend like those other girls." I got it then, she'd been waiting for me to make a move on her! "Fern if that's what you really want then we can. I promise you I would never try to make you do anything you don't want to, but if you do I won't hurt you and I think you'll love it." I sat then waiting for her to reach probably the biggest decision of her young life. "I think I want to Donna and I trust you." "OK then love, lay back and leave everything to me. If you get scared or want me to stop I will, right away, and only the two of us need ever know it ever happened. First off I'm going to take my clothes off, so you can look at me, then I'll take yours off." My fingers popped the buttons on my school blouse one by one, till I could shrug it off onto the floor. Then I slipped the button on my kilt and tugged down the zip to step out of it, leaving myself clad in briefs and the bra I do need, since I'm a curvy pre-teenager. Fumbling behind me I freed the bra's hook to let my breasts fall free, then stepped out of my panties to stand naked before her, apart from my knee socks that is! "Look at me Fern, I'm what you get, a friend and a girlfriend maybe? Now I'm going to undress you, don't be scared, remember what I said, I'll stop any time you ask." I repeated my manoeuvre to unbutton her blouse, she had got breasts, tiny ones, like little lemons tipped with big, pink, nipples. No bra of course as she didn't need one. Once I tugged down her kilt she just lay back on the pillows staring at me. She did look scared. Fair enough, the first time a girl undressed me in this situation, I was terrified about what was going to happen. So I tried to ease her mind, maybe a bit childishly, but it worked. Looking at her panties I smiled.
It worked just a little, she giggled, just a little, and she relaxed, just a little. I walked round the bed to the other side, so I could slip onto the spread without having to climb over her. "Now we're going to snuggle a little love, you'll like this!" Stretching out alongside her I slipped my arms around her thin body and pulled her to me, then nuzzled her neck. Her hair smelt clean and of a pine shampoo. Her body was burning hot against mine. Then I kissed her neck, the hollow above her fragile collarbone, then at last I kissed her on her lips. Not deeply, just a light brush of my lips, then again, and again. Then I sat up and looked into her eyes. She finally responded! Her thin arms reached up and pulled me down till our mouths met again, and this time she kissed me back, not skilfully, but she wanted to kiss and be kissed. Now I decided to go up a level. "Can I take your panties off love?" A gulp, a nod, and..... "Oh yes!" I gently eased the elastic waistband down over her hips, thighs, then down her calves and off. I gazed a long time at her naked body. She was painfully thin, I could count every rib, her belly was flat, her pelvic bones stood out sharply but she was so desirable. I could feel my nipples go hard as my pussy got wet. I leant forward and took one of those tiny breasts, and it's nipple, into my mouth, and sucked hard on it, while my tongue flicked her big and swollen nipple. I heard her gasp and suck in her breath, then her small hands clamped on my head, to press my mouth down hard against her flesh. One of my hands cupped her other breast while the free one crept down her belly, to find her surprisingly pronounced vulva. Then moving my lips from her hardened nipple I kissed a path down her flat belly that left her trembling before she spoke. "I'm not scared Donna I want you to do it." The moment of truth had arrived, she'd gone this far, and soon, very soon, I'd know if she could go all the way. I scuttled down till I knelt by her thin legs and gently parted them, then leant forward till she must have felt my warm breath on the pink lips of her neat little pussy. I brushed my lips against the silky skin on the inside of her thighs. Kissed the creases where her firm vulva melded with those thin but strong thighs, and felt her tremble, then my lips touched her perfect labia to bring a soft sigh from her mouth. She was a little dry. Not surprising with her nerves jangling from a new and scary experience coming into her life. I popped my forefinger into my mouth, to liberally coat it in warm saliva, then slid it between her tight pussy lips and the sigh became a whimper! As I eased it deeper the tip of my finger came up against soft tissue. Fern was a virgin. I freed my finger from her warmth and, raising her head from the pillows, she stammered at me. "What's wrong Donna? Don't stop now! I told you I wanted this!" I said the first thing in my head which was true, but maybe too obvious, though I couldn't think of anything else to say. "You're a virgin!" Things could have fallen apart but Fern rescued things with her honest indignity. In a very shaky voice albeit. "Course I'm a virgin, two weeks to my eleventh birthday and I don't like boys, of course I'm a virgin!" "You see love it's your hymen, I can't go in deeper without maybe hurting you." Rebellious tone to her voice? "I'll bet you're not a virgin!" "Err no love I'm not!" "How come?" "Well there was this girl; an older girl....." "So?" "Look love I can do this but it might hurt a little or it might hurt a lot, you'll bleed too, maybe a little or maybe a lot. Shall I?" "You're my girlfriend who else would I want to do it?" It was then that it hit me! "Girlfriend"! OK I love doing it with girls and I have been for ages, but Fern was my friend. She was my friend and we were pretty much naked together and I'd kissed her pussy. I thought maybe I really did have a real girlfriend now! "OK love just relax!" I slid my finger back in there, easier now 'cos she was now warm and getting slick, I guess I'd got her heated up nicely. I pressed my fingertip against that membrane and next thing it was gone. Just like pushing through a paper tissue. So soft and easy! Fern wriggled a little as I stared at the small smear of blood on my finger. "Oh come on Donna I'm ready and I've told you I'm not scared!" "Err it's done love!" "Done? It didn't hurt! Are you gonna make me cum now?" She'd been talking to Bonnie Scholes too much! Fern never talked about making somebody cum like that then. "I don't know!" "You don't know?" Her voice was getting a little shriller and I didn't blame her. There she was, naked but for ankle socks, cherry popped, and her girl telling her she might not make her cum! "I didn't cum my first time love!" Really grumpy now and I was gonna ruin things soon if I wasn't careful. "How old were you Donna?" "Nine!" "Well I'm nearly eleven so do it or you find a new girlfriend!" Cripes she'd been my girlfriend for all of two minutes! And now she was planning on ditching me if I didn't do a good job on her! Time to do my best for her then. My finger went deeper inside her this time, slowly though, since I didn't know if she was sore in there. When she pressed up against my hand I knew it was OK and my lips found her soft, pink, labia. Her taste tingled on my tongue, clean and sharp, as I licked and sucked on her tender and silky flesh. Then I nearly jumped out of my skin! "Mmmmm, nnnngggg, Oh, Ah! MY GOD!" She was a noisy one alright! I can't blame her. My first real cum nearly brought the house down here. There was no-one but us home but if there had been it wouldn't have mattered with my family. Gerry would probably have cocked one eyebrow at mum and said something like "Donna and her friend are having a fine old time". I do feel really sorry for some of my friends who have to worry about kin walking in on them during bedroom fun. Back to business! I'd wriggled my tongue right into her tight slit, and was working her harder and harder with my finger, when I KNEW she was gonna cum, first time with a girl. Not only noisy, she couldn't keep from rocking and writhing like mad, and she'd locked her hands on my head to crush it between her thighs. When she came my tongue was buried deep inside her and it felt like she'd break my neck with her skinny thighs. Bowing her body, so pretty much only her feet and her shoulders were on the bed, she exploded into screams and thrashed around like crazy. I just worked her a little slower to bring her down from a wonderful and amazing first time orgasm. "Oh lord Donna that was fantastic!" Her first coherent words after a long time, when her strength finally returned. I scooted up to her and kissed her with a mouth thick with her fluid. She didn't squirt or shoot like some of my friends talk about. She was only a skinny young kid, having her first ever cum, but I'd given her something she'd remember for ever. I was more than happy to just lay there holding her but my girlfriend had other ideas. "I want to do that to you now Donna. I won't be very good at it but you tell me, show me, what you want me to do. I want you to feel like I do!" She was too excited to think of how I used foreplay to get her where I'd taken her, but in truth I was just ready to have her do me quick and hard. I'd turned myself on hugely just giving my girlfriend, yeah that felt good saying it, my girlfriend, the time of her young life. Her silken hair swirled across my thighs and belly as her mouth pressed against my soaking crease and I entered heaven. She was all enthusiasm and no skill, but it was fantastic as she licked, lapped, sucked, and even nibbled at my labia, and the wet pink insides of my vagina. Gulping for air I gasped out my need. "Fingers love fingers!" Small hands! So she got three of her digits into me as I lost it completely. And when she accidentally hit my clit button I convulsed to cum, cum harder, then cum and scream with mad passion, as I soaked her fingers with my juice. Then I crashed flat to shake like a leaf in a gale. When I came back to myself she was holding me and looking scared like she'd killed me or something. "Come here you!" I just grabbed her, cuddled her, and we just lay there in happy silence feeling so good! We both must have dozed off when my bedroom door flew open hard enough to bang against the wall, as my big, well middle of three sisters, bounced in. She was naked except for a pair of tiny, black, satin briefs, with a red diamante rose just about over where her slit was situated. "Jesus Christ Steffi don't you ever knock?" "Sorry Sis! You got any shampoo I can borrow? Oh hi kid! Fern isn't it? Damn you're cute naked! Sis surely can pick the nice ones! Come on Donna I need to wash my hair I've got a date later. At least I didn't walk in while all the noise was going on. It sounded like you two were really going at it so I left you to get on with it." "Christ Steffi those are Janice's best panties! She'll skin you alive if you mess them up." I looked, almost cross eyed, at my yes for sure girlfriend, then shrugged helplessly. Two nude tweens laying on a bed and both of them smeared with cum stains and my sis wants free shampoo! My big, like me redheaded sister, who is 99% naked never turned a hair. "Over on my dresser Steffi and bring it back when you've finished. If not you're dead! Sorry Fern! This is what life's like in my family and now you're my girlfriend you'll just have to get used to it I suppose." Fern giggled and snuggled up next to me, spoon fashion. "Cool Steffi! Is it OK if I call you Steffi? I guess I'll be seeing quite a bit of your family from now on!" Glancing over my shoulder at Fern I fired off a hearty giggle. My family may be unusual but God I love being part of it. A final word to my girlfriend as Sis's rounded rear left my room. "Well love, your folks sent you to St Hilda's to be well educated but I'll bet they never expected you to learn anything like this! |