School Girls, Part II

by Ben

The next morning, Monica tried to avoid confrontation with Sophie incase she had heard her the night before. She knew her sister wouldn’t be mean about it but she’d still giggle a little. The routine was the same but Mon spent a little more time in the bathroom than usual. Sophie didn’t seem too suspicious and agreed in her mind that Mon was just tired.

At school, the girls had their first lesson together today; science.

Because it was the new term, the girls were starting a new topic, this time round reproduction. All the girls were going to be partnered with a boy.

“Jesus” complained Lucy. “I just know I’m gonna get stuck with Tom the twat”. She gestured to Tom who was asking the teacher if the partners were allowed to actually have sex. Mon was half listening, half eyeballing David. She still hadn’t shaken the image of his bulging pants from her mind, and earlier that morning she had sensed the dampness in her pants she’d felt the night before. She was woken by a tapping on her shoulder; it was Zoe.

“Hey, Mon, umm, I asked the teacher and, umm, she said we could go together if we behaved.” She coughed. Zoe was always nervous, even if she was great friends with the person she was talking to.

Monica was delighted at the news and clapped her hands gleefully, although she still felt a little disheartened when she saw Andi and Dave sitting down together. Mon and Zoe followed suite and also sat down before being handed a baby dolly. Miss Bridge, their science teacher, spoke up.

“Now, guys, these things are the latest thing the school’s got… They eat and drink these pretend sachets of food I’m going to hand out, and they’ve even got some weird voice record function… They’ll learn what you say and respond, but in baby language. Look, here’s one I spoke to earlier.”

She held up one of the dolls and it spoke aloud, in a squeaky, childish voice: “Miss is the best”. It got a few scattered laughs. At the end of the lesson, after learning how to change the dolls, Miss.

Bridge gave all the teams assignments to keep their baby healthy. Zoe turned to Monica. “Hey, Mon, should I come to your place after school and help out”. They agreed that she should be round her house at 5.

Later, they were sat in Monica and Sophie’s front room, dressing up the baby and laughing hysterically. Mon’s parents were working and Sophie was at a dance rehearsal. The girls took turns putting different stupid hats on the baby and drawing features on it’s face, and more laughter ensued. Eventually, Zoe took the baby and put it’s head under her top. Monica giggled and said: “Zoe, what the hell are you doing?” She replied simply, “Breastfeeding, dummy.” And smirked. “This top’s too tight”. Suddenly, and to Mon’s surprised, she pulled it off, revealing a bare stomach and set of shoulders, as well as a small, bouncy pair of breasts cupper in a black lacy bra.

Dom was a little startled. The smile on her face was replaced with curiosity. Before she could ask any more, Zoe had unhooked her bra.

As if in slow motion, it fell to the floor, and a pair of soft breasts fell gently out. Dom choked and blinked, hard. Zoe sat back as if nothing had happened, leaning on hands she put behind her, pouting her breasts outward. “What’s up?” Mon cleared her throat yet was still speechless. Zoe was being so open and forward, and Mon felt oddly attracted to her. Zoe looked at her carefully and read her eyes. As if she was a puppet being controlled by a darker master, she smirked and slowly pulled her trousers off, throwing the baby dolly to one side. She then threw her jeans on top of the baby and leant further back. Dom’s mouth was gaping slightly at Zoe’s smooth, curvy legs and waist. Suddenly, she felt something that she’d felt the night before between her own legs. Her mouth snapped shut, her eyes widened and she slammed her hands in between her legs to somehow hide it. Zoe’s expression changed from manically playful, as she raised and eyebrow and made an “O” with her mouth before coming to some sort of conclusion in her mind. She looked at her fingertips and then brought her little finger to her mouth, biting and sucking it a little whilst keeping her eyes focused on Monica, who was still aghast and clutching her legs together. Zoe then closed her eyes, and moved her finger slowly to her petite, black underwear. She slowly slipped her fingers inside and bit her lip and she thrust slowly inward. Mon shuddered and breathed sharply with every rhythmic movement Zoe made with her hand, as she tossed her chocolate hair and moaned gradually louder. The sensation in Mon’s pants was growing and growing, until finally she squeezed her legs so hard and pushed so tightly… She knew she’d come from simple movements and seeing Zoe.

Zoe stopped rubbing herself and shot a pointing finger at Mon.

“HA!” She shouted a little. Dom, still recovering from her small orgasm (she’d done the research in the school library while her friends were under the tree), was startled and found her voice. “W… What just h-happened?” Zoe smirked again and said, “I busted you”.

When Mon turned her head, confused, Zoe sat up and leant forward.

“The girls at school guessed you’d masturbated other night, they along with I could tell by the look in you’re…” Zoe narrowed her eyes a little and leant forward, as did Mon. “The look in my wh…” She was cut short as Zoe dived at her and pushed her mouth against Mon’s.

Zoe’s tiny, slippery pink tongue darted into Mon’s mouth as she squeaked a little, before moaning softly as Zoe slowed down before pulling out. “Eyes” she finished.

Monica looked worried. “Zoe, please, PLEASE don’t tell my parents, or anyone at school”. Zoe smiled cheerfully and said simply, “If you’ll do one thing. Show me.” Mon looked startled but when she realised what the outcome might be if her secret was revealed, she closed her eyes, stood up and dropped her trousers to the floor. She bit here lip uneasily and slowly peeled down her thong. Mon was red with embarrassment as her wet, curvy mound was displayed, along with a tuft of fine hair above it. Zoe leant forward, pleased with what she saw. She stood up to just below Mon’s height and unbuttoned Mon’s shirt. “What are you…” Zoe looked at Mon and put her finger on her lips to signal quiet. She finished unbuttoning the shirt and Mon helped her get it off and threw it to one side. Zoe was ecstatic with the pair of round, firm breasts in a pink bra. She took them in her hands and rubbed them a little, weighing each one up. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms round Mon and fiddled her strap. “Zoe! St…” Monica was interrupted by Zoe brushing her lips against Mon’s, who was having confusing thoughts. Was she now officially a lesbian? But what about Dave? She must be a bisexual… She wanted to stop all this but she liked the way it felt too much. She dropped her shaky hands to her side and let Zoe carry on. The bra soon fell and Zoe broke the kiss to move her mouth over Mon’s medium brown nipples. As her tongue touched the end, Mon let out a little moan, a sort of soft sigh.

Zoe’s hands stayed on Mon’s firm breasts but she slowly fell to her knees, and kissed along down Mon’s chest, tummy and belly. She then stopped in front of Mon’s dripping mound and looked up, pleadingly.

Mon looked down, blinked and said, “Please do”.

Zoe’s mouth touched Mon’s swelling mound and a rather loud moan erupted. Zoe kissed and rubbed her lips against it, and slipped her tiny pink tongue in a little bit. Mon continued to moan softly. Zoe licked up and down and landed on a small, hard nubbin that she knew was Mon’s clit. When she did this, Mon nearly shrieked but then let out a huge sigh of relief. Zoe kept licking and nibbling and sucking until Mon wrapped her legs around Zoe’s head, sort of sitting on her shoulders. Zoe flicked her tongue in and out and then a huge moan erupted from Mon’s mouth and her pussy felt as if it was exploding.

Zoe sucked all the spare liquid off her mound and caught Mon as she half-fell to the floor. They lay tangled on the floor, giggling a little, and planted small kisses on each other before launching into a full blown make out.

The kiss was soon broken as a door slammed behind them. Sophie walked into the room and said, “Hello girls”.