School Girls, Part I

by Ben

It was the first day of term and Sophie had been up since 7 AM doing her make up. She had a perfectly round face complimented by slightly pale skin, long blonde hair and deep green eyes. She was in her ninth year of school and was now just fourteen, yet her body made her look a little older; curvy waist and hips and round, firm, C cup breasts. Her behind was soft to the touch even though no boy, or girl for that matter, had been near it and there were very few fine hairs on her pubic mound. Her sister Monica, Mon for short, walked into the room they shared whilst Sophie was brushing her eyelashes with mascara. Mon was the same age as Sophie, about a week older, and was a little taller. She had the same figure as Sophie but instead had chocolate brown hair that she inherited from her father, and fuller cheeks with very few brown freckles. They both went to the same school, Hitchbrooke High, and were both fairly clever and had a pretty wide circle of friends. They weren’t the sort of sisters that hated each other’s guts, they loved to be around each other since they were born.

Mon tapped her sister on the shoulder.

“Morning.”

Sophie smiled and gave her sister a hug. “Morning Monny. Say, have you seen my straighteners?” Sophie pointed to her hair, which was a little stuck outward, and Mon bent down to peek in the cupboard for them. Sophie’s eyes followed her sister and when she saw Mon’s thong sticking out a little from her trousers, she grinned and twanged the elastic against her sister’s back, making her squeal a little. Mon stood up and playfully attacked her sister, both of them laughing.

She then handed Sophie her hair straighteners.

“Grrr, I’ll get you for that”. Mon smirked.

“We’ll see” Sophie responded, before plugging the straighteners into a nearby plug socket.

At school, the girls broke off and went to their separate lessons. Sophie met her friends Zoe and Lucy outside their maths class. Zoe was the same age as Sophie, Mon and Lucy, but smaller than all three. She has shoulder length brown hair and was curvy up and down, with a cute button nose and big eyes. She was currently fiddling with her hair and biting her nails. Lucy had waist length, coal black hair, and was very thing, but her breasts made up for that; full, round, DD, and boy was she proud. She was shifting them around trying to get comfy in her new bra. She turned to Sophie.

“Hey, Sophie” she said. “Could you do a boob check for me?” Sophie poked her left breast. “Yep, they’re real alright.” She and Zoe, who had slightly smaller breasts than the two girls, chuckled, but Lucy stuck out her tongue before they all went in for their first lesson.

A few classrooms away, Mon was sat at her desk in her geography room, tapping her pencil on the wood in boredom. A boy behind her, Dave, was eyeing up her behind and her again visible underwear, slowly smiling. When Mon tapped her pencil too hard and it hit the floor, she stood up and bent down to get it. This was Dave’s chance; he flicked his ruler at her firm behind and she shrieked and stood upright. Dave chuckled heartily and they were both sent out of the classroom.

“Nice going, jackass.” Monica frowned.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re a walking target practice.” He smirked and she batted him over the head.

“Ouch, hey, hey, quit it. I can’t help it, it’s just fun, you know? You’re fun…” He looked away and coughed.

“Whatever, dick.” She also looked away and although she knew it, she didn’t show the tension between the two of them. She pulled her school trousers up and she noticed Dave’s pants move a little as his eyes lit up. She quickly turned away from him and bit her lip. Was what her friends said true? Did he really like him? Mon had never really been with a boy and all her friends told her that it was a great experience… She just didn’t want to ruin or rush anything. She coughed to break the silence as the teacher came outside the class to deal with them.

At lunch, the sisters met up on the school field and lay, with their friends (including Mon’s best friend, Andi), under a large tree. Andi was always a little embarrassed about her name, mainly because in primary school there were two boys in her class called Andy and she sometimes got picked on, but she’s since grown a little more comfortable with it. She was short, but not as short as Zoe, with long, slightly curly silky black hair and glasses. She was stroking her flat stomach and licking her lips, as were all the girls once they’d finished their dinners from the school canteen. Lucy suddenly smiled and rolled onto her front, and tickled Zoe’s feet. Zoe giggled hysterically and jumped up with a small bottle of water. Lucy jumped up at the sight and backed away but Zoe threw a splash on her, wetting her top half. Lucy laughed and knocked the bottle out of Zoe’s hand, play fighting with her. Andi sat up.

“Guys,” she said, pointing away from her.

Lucy and Zoe paused and looked at where she was pointing; Dave and his best friend Thomas were standing, wide eyed at the site of Lucy’s wet top.

“Give us a proper look!” shouted Tom. Dave clipped him on the back of the head and then continued staring. Lucy looked at Zoe and grinned.

“Watch this. You should learn, it’s the funniest thing we can do to them.” She shouted over to the boys. “Hey, assholes!” She put a hand on her small skirt and slowly starting lifting it up. The rest of the girls were now sat up wondering what she was doing. The boy’s mouths were hanging open but just as Lucy was about to revel her underwear, she dropped the skirt. She laughed hysterically, the boys groaned and frowned, and the girls collapsed and chuckled.

Last lesson of the day was gym, and all the girls played rounders (softball) on the field. The group of friends, five in total, were all on the batting team and it was the last inning. A girl from the fielding team threw the ball and Sophie swung hard, hitting the ball into the air. As she ran, the team cheered her on and she managed to get all the way round.

In the changing room, all the girls were in their underwear laughing and discussing the game. Mon was quietly getting changed in the corner when her sister came up behind and said: “Hey, good batting today.”

Mon smiled. “You too Sophie.” They hugged, breasts pushing together, and didn’t let go when they heard a scream from the other end of the room. Lucy was clutching her bare breasts in her hand, while Zoe was stood on the bench, dangling her stolen bra in front of her. When Lucy snatched and Zoe simply jumped to dodge, her hands fell away, revealing a round set of teenage boobs. Zoe dropped the bra into her hands and said, “I told you I’d get you back” before breaking into a big grin. All the surrounding girls snickered before continuing getting changed. Still in their hug, Mon swore she could feel her sister’s nipples getting harder. She quickly broke the hug and smiled sweetly before they finished changing and set off home.

It was quarter past ten at night and Dom was turning over and over in her bed. She couldn’t sleep. She looked over to her sister’s bed, watching Sophie sleep peacefully, and decided she couldn’t bare it any longer. She threw the duvet off the bed and settled back to try even harder… But nothing worked. She couldn’t get the images of Dave’s crotch, Lucy’s breasts and even her sister’s nipples out of her mind. Was she going mad? Suddenly, as all these images flashed around in her mind, she felt something between her legs… Had she wet herself? She breathed heavier and rushed her fingers to check in her pants. She brought some of the moisture back and up sniffed. It wasn’t pee, it was… Sweeter. She reached down again and nearly cried out when she accidentally pushed one of her fingers inside of her. She moved it out and let out a little sigh. What did she just do? Whatever it was, it felt great. She’d heard stories about people touching themselves and thought it was gross, but she’d never realised how fantastic it felt. Peeking at her sister, who seemed to be in a deep sleep, she prodded her fingers inside of her again, slower this time. It still felt wonderful. She closed her eyes and rhythmically starting pushing and pulling it in and out, and noticed that there was a tiny lump at the top of her lips that would throb when she touched it. She cautiously moved her other hand down and rubbed against it… She bit her lip hard, and then carried on. Images of Dave and Lucy echoed through her mind… Why Lucy? Was Monica really a lesbian? She’d never thought about girls too much before today when she’d seen her friend’s top soaked and breasts revealed… But as the sensation in her pants grew, she couldn’t help carry on. Mon felt as if she was going to pee but she couldn’t move her hands and they pushed and rubbed at her mound. Suddenly, a rush of tension came to her pants and she bucked slightly against her bed. A real release swept through her and she arched her back slightly, breathing very heavily as not to scream and wake her sister. What the hell just happened? She didn’t mind. It felt brilliant. She lowered herself slowly onto her bed and smiled. She slowly moved her fingers away from her round, dripping wet lips and brought them to her stomach. That night had to be one of the best she’d had in a long time.