Cathy remembers: Holly

by catlik

When I look back on it, the 'toilet block' activities were pretty perverse for a 10-year-old. If you haven't read my short story 'Cathy remembers ' yet; it basically involves me as a 10 year old sneaking into a rarely used toilet block just off the 'playground' to expose myself under a partition wall to an unseen and therefore unknown older girl and watching each other masturbate.

I only knew she was older because apart from the fact that she had a bigger build than me, she had black, well trimmed, pubic hair and (I've just remembered ) the small tattoo of a fire-breathing dragon at the top of her left thigh. You have to at least LOOK eighteen to get a tattoo.

She, on the other hand, obviously knew who I was; no matter what time I arrived during the lunch break she always arrived after me. Then three taps on the door would alert me to her arrival and I would take off my skirt & panties, kneel by the wall, knees wide open and rub and finger my bald slit as she watched. After I would watch her do herself with her toy whilst I fingered myself to another orgasm. Then I would leave but no matter how long I waited, which was never more than ten minuets really, I never saw her leave.

This activity had been going on twice a week (except for two weeks in every month) for just over a year. During that time I had celebrated mt 11th birthday, grown some tit buds about the size of golf balls, (perhaps slightly bigger) acquired some, but not a lot of, light brown pubic hair and, as intimated above, started my periods. Today was Wednesday. Our regular meet day. I was a bit confused because my 'unknown friend' had not turned up for our last two scheduled meetings and for no reason I could think of.

As usual I had bolted my lunch of a sandwich and can of drink and made my way, casually, over to the toilet block to await a chance to sneak in. Would she be there today? I wondered.

"Third time lucky," I mused to myself.

"Cath!, Cath Slater!" My thoughts were interrupted by someone calling my name. I didn't recognize the voice.

"Cath, Mrs Butler wants you in her office," she said slightly out of breath. Shit! Mrs Butler was and still is the head mistress. What could she want with me? Unless someone had dropped me in it for the toilet escapades. But who? No! Not possible. I turned to the girl who had called me. "Guess who's got a puppy?" She said before skipping away.

Oh no! Not a 'puppy'

'Puppy' is a school slang term for a new girl. Usually one who starts mid-term so she needs a girl to show her where to go, where things are, what to do Etc. On the plus side you get a new friend. On the minus side they can ruin your school image by looking like someone has set fire to their face and put out the fire with a spade and by following you everywhere. Like a? ... Correct!

Great! Just what I needed. NOT!

I arrived at the solid oak door to Mrs Butlers office and knocked. "Come!" Unmistakably Mrs Butler. I went in.

The office was typical old England; a large oak paneled room with two doors off. One led to the school secretarys' office the other to an ante room used for entertaining V.I.Ps. And the like. French windows led to the outside.

Mrs Butler was a fine figure of a woman aged about 40 with auburn hair invariably tied back in a bun that gave a no-nonsense air to her, one that demanded respect from pupils and colleagues alike, she got it too; she was well liked, known to be firm but fair you didn't cross HER Boundaries. You didn't argue. If she said 'jump' your reply was 'How high ma'am?'. She sat behind her large oak desk, reading something, total silence filled the room broken only by the slow rhythmic 'tick...tock' of the grandmother clock that stood behind her almost guarding her.

She raised her eyes over her small frame less glasses.

"Ah! Miss Slater, Catherine isn't it? Come in, come in," she enthused.

"Yes ma'am" I said quietly, closing the heavy door behind me. I stood in front of her desk hands by my sides as expected.

"Well, er Catherine I have a task for you.."

"Me ma'am"

"Yes Catherine. You have been recommend by Miss Crosse. She tells me you are an excellent student with fine attributes. Well suited to being a Mentor, a guide for our new girl"

'Puppy walker more like'. I thought to myself as Mrs Butler continued " you will both be excused lessons for the rest of today to give you time to settle Miss er.. Thornton in"

Several questions sprang to mind:

1) How was I going to loose this puppy so I could meet my secret voyeur?

2) Who the hell was Miss cross?

"Miss Cross ma'am? I cant place her," I said questioningly.

"Oh? Slender girl, quite tall, Jet Black hair. Only a student teacher of course, she's left now to continue her teacher training, but she will be back next year when she's qualified. Now where were we?"

I had smiled and nodded all through Mrs. Butlers description, but I was still non the wiser.

Whilst she had been speaking Mrs. Butler had got up from her desk and crossed to the door of the ante room and opened it. She now spoke into that room "Come through please Miss Thornton"

She walked back into the main office followed by the most beautiful girl I had or have ever seen; five feet of natural blonde perfection, immaculate in her new school uniform of red jacket, white shirt with tie which hung between two small but obvious tennis. Ball tits, grey pleated skirt, white knee socks and black low heel shoes. As she passed in front of the french windows the light lit up her hair, tied back into a long pony tail with a fringe, she looked like an angel, I'm sure I was drooling, I remember I had to close my mouth. Mrs. Butler was speaking again.

"Holly Thornton, this is Catherine Slater, she will be your guide and, I hope, your mentor. She will show you around, settle you in etcetra." Holly stepped towards me her hand outstretched " Delighted to meet you Catherine " she said in a perfect English accent as I took her offered hand and held it firmly.

"You too," I responded. "I am sure we will be good friends. Oh and please; it's Cath or Cathy."

"Very well, Cathy," she smiled, her perfect teeth flashing through just a hint of pink lip gloss. I looked deep into her green-blue eyes made bigger by her small button nose and high cheek bones. My God she was gorgeous. Mrs. Butler broke the spell.

"Right girls, Catherine, Holly er.. Miss Thornton is in 1- 3 the same as you. Her cases are already there I'm sure you have lots to do. Right girls get on!"

"Yes ma'am" we chorused. I took Holly's hand and was delighted when she held it tight and with that we turned and left. Outside, Holly stopped and looked around her "scared?" I asked. Holly nodded " No not really. I've heard these places are full of bullies and lesbians, but that doesn't worry me . "You've not boarded before then? "No. Daddy thought it would give me a good education and Mummy said it would broaden my mind, whatever that meant" she said with perfect diction. "Well as far as the bullies and lesbians go you're only half right. Bullies are not tolerated," I laughed.

"And lesbians?" Holly persisted.

"Well, there aren't many, but if you kiss me nicely I'll show you one" I laughed at my half joke. Holly looked at me from under her fringe. God how I wanted her. I wanted to run my hand up her lovely legs, under her perfectly pleated grey skirt and into her, what I was sure would be, pure white. Cotton panties covering her perfect 'camel toe' crotch and tight virgin bum. I felt a tingle and a familiar dampness between my legs as I imagined Holly spread for me, her tight little...."Catherine?"

"Sorry Holly, I was just thinking what I'd like to, to, what to do first..."

I took her hand and lead her down the corridors showing Holly all the places she needed to know, then up the wide staircase to the dormitory. The dorm wasn't that big, only ten beds, five along each wall with the bottom ends facing the middle. A curtain separated each Bed.

"I'm at the far end" I said pointing to my bed. It was then I noticed that the bed next to mine previously 'occupied' by a girl called Tamil who ALWAYS kept her curtains closed, was vacant. " Looks like you're next to me Holly" I announced trying not to sound as totally overjoyed as I was. We walked down the room towards our beds "what's with the curtains" she asked

"They're 'modesty' curtains" I explained " in case you don't want the others to see"

"See what?"

"See you nude, or see what you're doing maybe" I said pointedly. I could see the point wasn't lost on her.

"You mean girls doing themselves don't you?" She said giggling

"Yes, but if you've drawn your curtains its a bit obvious isn't it " I sounded casual . Holly smiled, I could see she wanted to ask something but she stayed silent.

Holly's luggage was already on her bed so we started to unpack and put her stuff away in the drawers and wardrobe. She hung up her spare uniform, and started to pull the other stuff out of her case; shirts, jeans, shorts and underwear. Bras, panties, vests and tops. Some panties were 'regulation' white cotton briefs others were a bit more sexy, high leg and smaller. It was then I noticed a plastic bag in the bottom and started to pull it out.

"Oh, that can stay," Holly said "It's just a bit of washing from yesterday, we did the journey in two stages so..." She shrugged "I'll take it home the weekend." My mind was already working: washing..undies.. Panties! Holly's soiled panties! I wanted them. I wanted them NOW! It felt so dirty..so exciting. I was shaking, my slit was tingling it was all could do to stop myself jumping on her, so near and yet so far. The rest of the instalment of Holly passed as if a dream, all I could think of was what it would be like fingering myself with Holly's panties pressed to my nose, although I'd never done anything like it before.

We talked about everything, swapping histories, with me trying to get my mind off her washing bag. She, like me was an only child, Her parents were in sweets, toffee in particular, and lived up north, Holly was virgin but had lost her hymen to a tampon, only kissed relatives etc. It was no good I HAD to push my luck

"Do you like boys then?" I asked shaking.

Holly didn't answer at first then she took a deep breath and said "No not really, not like, you know.."

"Oh, Girls?" I prompted another long silence. I decided to change tack. "Well if we've no lessons we may as well get changed into more comfortable clothes"

"Yes. " Holly seemed OK with that "Shall I go to my own side? Draw the curtain?" I asked.

"No I'm not that shy," then she said. "Cath do hope you don't mind my asking but ..."

"What's up?"

"Well.. Do many girls .. You know.."

"What?" Then realisation dawned. I decided on a. Blunt approach. "Finger their pussies in bed do you mean?" Holly nodded, looking sheepish. " Of course, you don't think you are the only one who does it do you?"

"I didn't say I did!" She said rather indignant.

"Oh come on Holly! Everybody does. Including you. Am I right or am I right?"