| Boarding School for Girls, Part 3 [Lorinda made a considerable revision to Parts 1 and 2. There are quite a lot of important changes of details, and character names, and now that she's decided to continue this series, the changes are important to the subsequent narrative.] The three girls re-entered the main building just as the evening dinner gong was sounding. When they got to the dining room, it seemed that about half of the students had arrived, along with all the staff. Eight year old Clare was feeling famished and made short work of her meal of Spanish omelette, chips and beans, followed by jelly and ice cream, all washed down with a copious amount of freshly squeezed fruit juice. As the only new girl yet to have arrived, Clare was the centre of attention, and one girl in particular took a shine to her. Tasmina was an 11 year old Ghanaian girl, tall for her age and very slender. Clare was fascinated by her dark brown skin, soft brown eyes, and lush lips. As they chatted together, Clare could feel her heart melting in the presence of this African princess (It later transpired that Tasmina was from a very wealthy, and high status family). Clare just knew she wanted to kiss her. They carried on chatting after dinner and made themselves cosy on a 2-seater sofa in a corner of the recreation room. Clare and Tasmina were in a world of their own, oblivious to the sound of the other girls chattering away (mostly about girly stuff). Tasmina had opted to wear the maroon lycra cycling shorts & gold croptop from her gym kit, and Clare noticed that her new friend preferred to go barefoot. She couldn’t take her eyes off the crimson polish on Tasmina’s toe and finger nails. Nor the two prominent points sticking out from under the skimpy top. Feeling relaxed, Clare put her arm across Tasmina’s abdomen and rested her head on her chest to gaze up into the black girl’s eyes. Within moments the girl’s mouths met, and even though Clare had never French kissed before, her lips parted naturally, and Tasmina’s long velvet tongue took advantage and sank deep into the 8 year old’s mouth. Clare was in such a trance, she didn’t even notice when Tasmina’s delicate hand slipped under her vest to gently massage her chest. All she knew was that it felt good and there were nice feelings inside her panties. Tasmina broke the embrace for just long enough to remove Clare’s vest and her own croptop. Clare’s eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the African girl’s nipples for the first time. She already knew they must be big, but once unleashed, the black raisins protruded from Tasmina’s flat chest by almost half an inch! Suddenly Clare felt slightly embarrassed by her own pale, flat chest and tried to cover it up, but Tasmina wasn’t phased and leaned over to lick round Clare’s fledgling pink buds. Once again Clare started to feel warm and fuzzy inside. Tasmina guided Clare’s hands to her chest and coaxed the little one to play with her nipples. “Bite them darling,” she invited. Clare wasn’t sure at first, but once she got a nipple into her mouth, she started to suck it and flick round it with her wet tongue. “Harder please.” Clare began to nibble on them, and Tasmina began to moan softly. Clare nibbled a bit harder and Tasmina moaned even more, until the moment came when she screamed “FUCK!”. She cradled the little one close into her chest, and the two girls relaxed. A tall figure loomed over them. It was Dana Shawcross, Clare’s house tutor. “Well, it sure looks like you two have got yourselves acquainted!” Clare turned as red as a beetroot, and fumbled about to slip her vest back on. “Don’t worry,” Dana assured, “it’s perfectly normal for girls of your age to explore each other. I’m just so glad you’ve already found a friend Clare. And here’s the best bit, Tasmina is also in Alpha House, so you two will be sleeping in the same dorm for the rest of the academic year!” Miss Shawcross glanced at her watch and realised it was already past 9.30pm. She clapped her hands twice and announced to the room, “Come on ladies, time for bed now! I know tomorrow is Sunday, but there’s still plenty to do, and we have the rest of the students arriving. Hurry up, and no fucking about!”. All the girls dutifully trudged up to their respective dormitories, and as they were seeing to their evening ablutions, Clare realised she hadn’t got a nightie. “Umm, Dana keeps one or two in her apartment,” Cheryl, the senior girl of the house, advised, “but because the dorm isn’t usually cold, we prefer to sleep in our knickers… or in nothing at all”. Suddenly Clare started to feel a bit scared. Cheryl sensed this and comfortingly sat next to the new girl, on her bed. Putting a reassuring arm around her shoulders, Cheryl whispered, “Hop into bed sweetie and if you like I’ll tell you a story.” Clare’s face brightened up. She slid into the crisp cotton sheets and looked up expectantly at Cheryl. “Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there was a little princess who lived in a big castle…” Cheryl’s soft voice began. Within minutes, Clare was fast asleep. |