| Boarding School for Girls, Part 2 Cheryl slipped out of her blouson, and pulled off her bowtie, “Now let’s get out of our uniforms and into something more comfortable,” she giggled, “You would not normally be wearing uniform outside of core time. I won’t bore you with all the details yet, but suffice to say you won’t need to put it on again until it’s time for breakfast on Monday morning. Just now was to show off to your mum and headmistress.” “Miss Smythe seems a bit strict,” muttered Clare. “Oh Fiona’s a pussycat really, you just have to know how to butter her up,” Cheryl winked. “Matron’s nice tho, “ Clare added, “she gave me a sweetie for being a good girl.” “Yeah Miranda’s lovely, you can talk to her about anything. Now let’s get your uniform hung up.” Cheryl helped Clare get undressed until she was down to her thong, carefully hung the uniform in Clare’s closet, and then removed her own blouse so that she was naked from the waist up. She pottered about arranging all of Clare’s stuff into her storage area. Clare wasn’t accustomed to this seemingly overt nudity, or near-nudity, but she assumed she’d just have to get used to it. “OK Clare, outside of core time we usually wear stuff from our casuals or gym kit - but not your leotard or gym shoes. It’s pretty free and easy here,” said Cheryl, “Now pick out what you want”. Clare fumbled around and got into the white gym shorts, a yellow vest, and the regulation purple and gold trainers. Cheryl pulled the little girl towards her so that Clare’s face was pressed against her naked chest, “Mmmm, you’re so fucking cute. I can see we’re going to get along just fine. Could you unzip my skirt please Clare?”. Clare did as she was asked, and when the skirt peeled away from Cheryl’s body she gasped. Holding up Cheryl’s stockings was a gold coloured suspender belt. Clare had seen similar things in her mother’s underwear drawer, but never before had she seen such an item being worn. She didn’t know why, but the scene made her feel warm and fuzzy. Cheryl kicked off her shoes, sexily peeled off her stockings and suspenders, stood up, and grabbed her arse cheeks to jiggle them. Again, Clare could sense strange but ‘nice’ feelings on the inside, and she intently watched Cheryl pulling on her navy-blue dungaree shorts and trainers. This time she accepted that, save for the dungaree bib, Cheryl didn’t bother with a top. Cheryl delicately took hold of Clare’s tiny hand and said, “Come on, let’s go meet Miss Shawcross, and then I’ll show you round the place.” Cheryl took Clare out of the dormitory and through into the house tutor’s apartment. “So this must be young Clare Peterson!” exclaimed the 27-year old Dana Shawcross, “I’ve heard so much about you.” Clare remembered her formalities, curtseyed, and replied, “Pleased to meet you Miss Shawcross.” “There’s no need to be so formal Clare. Outside of core time feel free to call me Dana.” “Umm OK Miss Shaw… err Dana.” Dana laughed, and then glanced over at Cheryl, intently studying the pert nipples which were barely covered by the dungaree bib, “I’m so glad you decided to have those nipple piercings done last term, Cheryl. The gold rings really show off that fucking gorgeous chest!” Dana turned to Clare and playfully squeezed her cheeks before planting a soft kiss on the child’s lips, “Now run along with Cheryl and go exploring, but don’t let her fucking bully you!”. And so, the two girls walked round the school, hand in hand, with Cheryl explaining what every room was used for. Her manner was light hearted and entertaining so the wealth of information that Clare was receiving didn’t seem boring. The teaching block that intrigued Clare the most was the one for Personal Social and Health Education (PSHE). From the array of ‘equipment’ and ‘learning aids’ which included sexually explicit (but educational) DVD’s, magazines and books, it was blatantly obvious that this school had a quite different agenda to her previous one. Clare flicked through one of the magazines and was mesmerised by a picture of a stunningly pretty Indian girl of about 9 or 10, who was sitting naked in the lotus position with a long soft dildo sticking out of her vagina. She looked blissful. Cheryl tugged on Clare’s hand, “There’ll be plenty of time for looking at wank pics later young lady,” she laughed, “now let’s go outside!”. Clare had no idea what the term ‘wank pics’ meant, but she assumed it must be something nice. She squeezed on Cheryl’s hand and they went through one of the rear entrances and across a lush green lawn to another building which was much more modern than the main school. “Here’s the sports block,” Cheryl proclaimed as they entered the gymnasium. Clare couldn’t believe the size of the place. “This is where we do gymnastics, aerobics, wrestling, and play volleyball if it’s too cold outside,” Cheryl twittered away. “But isn’t wrestling dangerous?” quizzed Clare. “You’ve been watching too much WWE, “ laughed Cheryl, “What we do here is quite different – mostly mat wrestling, and it’s good fun too, especially when we get oiled up and wrestle naked with each other. It might seem exhausting at first but Miss Pennington - she’s the Sports Mistress - will soon have you fit. I’ll show you the pool.” The two girls entered a changing room. “Let’s go test the water, it should be warm enough now,” said Cheryl, “Come on, time to strip off!”. “Matron said summat about no clothing allowed in the pool, but what about the teachers?”. “Same for them too,” replied Cheryl, “Miss Pennington’s got a super fit body tho…” Cheryl licked her lips, “she loves teaching in the nude, and usually gets in the pool with us.” The two naked girls passed through the shower room and onto the poolside. “Wowzers, it’s so nice in here!” Clare exclaimed. Cheryl took a running dive into the deep end. When she emerged she noticed Clare looking apprehensively. “You can swim?”. Clare nodded, “Just a bit.” “Walk round to the shallow end and I’ll meet you there!”. Clare padded along the poolside, not once taking her eyes off the naked bottom bobbing in and out of the water. Cheryl stood up and helped Clare into the warm water. The two girls swam around in the shallow end for a while, and suddenly they became aware of the presence of a slim dark haired girl who was squatting at the poolside. Cheryl looked up, “Oh hi Jasmine! Good to see you again. This is Clare. She’s a new girl in my house.” By now Clare was transfixed by the elegant girl. “Umm what’s that ring doing at the top of your umm, muffin?”. Jasmine laughed, “It’s my new clit piercing. Do you like it?”. Both girls nodded fervently. “Oh and by the way, I usually get called Jaz or Jazzy. Trust Cheryl to be so fucking formal!” “Jazzy’s the senior girl of Beta House, so we’re best friends and worst rivals!” Cheryl added. “Or worst friends and best rivals,” muttered Jasmine. She slithered into the water and cast her eye over Clare’s deliciously petite body frame. “I sure hope my two new girls are gonna be as fucking cute as you,” she sighed, “but they’re not arriving till tomorrow.” “Yeah I got another new one coming tomorrow too,” said Cheryl, “I guess some of the others will already be here by now.” “Fuck it! Let’s have some fun first!” Jasmine yelled. The three girls played some silly splashing games and when they had had enough went back through to the shower room. “It’s important to wash off all the chlorine,” Jasmine told Clare, “Let me show you.” She picked up a bar of carbolic soap and started to wash Clare’s seemingly receptive body. Jaz’s hands glided over Clare’s buttocks and round to her ‘front bottom’, and Clare began murmuring, “Mmmm fuck, that feels nice.” Cheryl slid her hands over her own ‘private’ parts, slipped a finger inside her vulva, openly masturbated for Clare to see, and declared, “It feels good if you do it to yourself too.” Eventually the girls found some towels and got dried off and dressed. Jasmine, like Cheryl had also opted for dungaree shorts and trainers. The two older girls each took hold of one of Clare’s tiny hands. “You two are so fucking nice,” Clare blurted out, “I think I’m gonna like it here.” “Right,” said Cheryl, “let’s go and see who else has arrived in time for supper. I’m fucking starving!” |