I Share

by Holley

The classroom was getting pretty full. We had kids from the primary school in for a visit. Apparently their teacher was sick and rather than have them hanging around making a nuisance of themselves the principal had brought them over to the high school to get a 'feel” for how it will be when they transfer over here after Christmas. I know it's a bit in advance, it's a hell of a lot in advance as a matter of fact but we're pretty free as long as we get work done. There's no objection to us chattering especially in art classes as we're in now and the little girls are picking up some tips that may help them in their primary classes.

There is a problem for me though; my two little girl friends are among the little primary children. Anne made a 'beeline' for me and Sybil wasn't far behind her. Anne had leaned against me whilst Sybil had, after a brief introduction, positioned herself close to 'Belle my special friend. Anne had given me one of those devastating smiles of hers and Sybil had done the same with 'Belle. I was trying to give Anne some pointers in what I was attempting to do; I'm no artist mind you, so I wasn't having a lot of success apart from the fact that Anne was staring at me as though she could eat me and frankly in different circumstances that would be marvellous. Sybil wasn't behind the door and was working her charms on 'Belle. I think 'Belle was extremely flattered to think this girl was taking so much notice of her but what she hadn't noticed, or if she had she didn't say anything about it, was that Sybil's hand was or her knee.

I had to smile at that; the next thing Belle would know was that Sybil's hand would probably be under her skirt. Sybil noticed me looking at her but it didn't deter her as a matter of fact, knowing that I'd noticed probably gave her more confidence knowing what a damned tease she is. Mind you, whilst I was noticing what Sybil was doing I hadn't noticed the “softly, softly” approach of Anne as her little hand slid further up my skirt. I was startled when the teacher, whom I fancied by the way, called out to ask how we were going. Anne answered for me saying that she was very interested thank you miss. As she'd spoken she'd straightened up and moving her body like that had moved her hand even further so that practically my whole thigh was exposed.

I heard a little gasp and turned to see 'Belle trying to hold Sybil's hand where it was, just under her skirt, but Sybil, that other little charmer, just smiled at her and slid her hand even further. 'Belle realised, of course, if she created a fuss there would be trouble so the little vixen Sybil took every advantage of the situation and moved even further. A pained look had come to 'Belle's face and I realised, with jealousy, that a little hand had reached her panties. I hadn't needed to be jealous because immediately I'd felt a hand in my crotch. 'Belle was sat there staring at me but all I could do was smile as I tried to continue with my conversation with Anne about art techniques. The two little girls were giving each other lovely smiles as they both realised they had both of us where they wanted us.

When the period ended we packed our things away but we'd been ordered to take the little ones to our canteen for morning tea. 'Belle and I usually found a seat under a tree but with it having been so wet we went into the shed with the little one's trailing behind us with a drink in their hands. No sooner had we sat down than I damned near jumped off the seat, Anne had put her cold hand, the one that had held the drink, up my skirt coming to rest on my still covered pussy. Poor 'Belle, she wasn't used to this and when she got the same treatment I thought she was going to cry. When she saw what had happened to me though she relaxed probably thinking it was all a terrible mistake. That was until a finger pointed directly at her pussy when her eyes gave her away, they almost popped out of her head like organ stops as the finger pressed against her pussy. I was only guessing at the time but she later confirmed what had happened. My pussy had also been a target, Anne's finger struck gold, as you might say, when her finger pushed some of the material of my panties inside my pussy and feeling the moisture she could quite easily have shouted out “Eureka, I've found it.” Fortunately having been through an episode like this a number of times before I wasn't too surprised but poor 'Belle, she was dumbstruck as Sybil's little finger had found it's way to the honey pot too.

I've known 'Belle for a couple of years although we've not mixed outside of school too much so I didn't know if she'd ever been with another girl and she'd certainly never come on to me nor had I come on to her. The startled look on her face was still there, although the eyes were not so wide open now, and I thought I saw a more relaxed look come to her face. She'd looked at me and I'd looked at her and when she saw my relaxed look on my face she came to the conclusion, correctly of course, that I quite liked Anne playing with my pussy. With that acknowledgement she smiled too and she let out a sigh of contentment.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway; these two girls would have carried on as though we'd given them formal permission and once Anne's finger had started to move in me with a smile Sybil had started on 'Belle. Following my lead 'Belle had leaned back so Sybil had more room to play and knowing her like I do I knew that 'Belle would have her first lesbian 'cum' very shortly. I was too occupied with what was happening to me though to worry about 'Belle, all I knew was that I was having a good time with Anne's little fingers twisting and turning inside me whilst at the same time they were 'pistoning' in and out of me. The smiles on the girl's faces revealed how much they were enjoying themselves having two older girls lay-back getting finger fucked. When I had my orgasm, shortly followed by 'Belle, they relaxed and withdrew their fingers reaching for the serviettes we'd had with our drinks but returning to our pussies to clean us up.

We walked back to the classroom, with a little sort of cowboy walk, our legs apart a little, holding the girl's hands. The class did resume but soon the teacher came to collect the little girls to take them back to primary school but before they left Anne and Sybil made a special effort to thank our teacher for letting them come into her classroom. As they left the room 'Belle and I got a delicious smile and I wondered if it was to let 'Belle know that they had more to offer. They didn't need to tell me of course, I was well aware of just what they could do.

At the lunch break Belle was a bit nervous about broaching the topic but eventually I asked her if she'd enjoyed herself only to be told that it was her very first time. She'd asked if we'd see the girls again. I have no idea if she will but if she gets in my way with them there will be hell to pay; they're my little girls.