The Towers, Part 2 – My Dorm

by Lucy

Following a hot bath, Matron escorted me into the main part of the school, and up one of the corner staircases to the first floor. As we climbed the spiral staircase that wound through one of the towers, Matron continued to talk, telling me about some of the finer points of the school. I was informed that the ground floor was the main area that held all the classrooms, common rooms, dining room and offices. The infants, aged 5 - 11 were housed on the first floor, and the seniors were on the second floor. The only exception to this were a few of the seniors who were on the first floor to help as monitors to the younger girls. I was told that the tower rooms, which would effectively be the third and forth floors were out of bounds, but the doors were always locked, so I would not be able to go there anyway. My questions about what was in the towers was met with a dismissive answer, and I didn't push the subject. We came out on the first floor, in a common room, and I could see all sorts of fun play equipment and toys, and a library area crammed with books. There were settee's and comfortable chairs, and a television occupied the central position of a large easy sitting area. I was ushered past all this, and Matron pointed out the toilets and bathrooms, as we made our way to the dormitories. I could not hear any other children, and thought this rather strange. Matron explained that as an exclusive school, new children were invited to attend two days before the other children arrived back. It would give us a chance to see round without feeling overwhelmed by the noise that a boarding school can generate at full tilt. Only the new girls and some of the seniors that would be appointed to us as guardians were already back for the new term.

I followed Matron to a door with the word "Nightingale" engraved into the wood work, and she informed me that this was to be my dormitory. She opened the door onto a light and modern room with four perfecftly made beds in it, the same amount of wardrobes, chest of drawers, and a sink per bed. There was a girl sitting at the table that occupied the centre of the room. She was much older tham me, and I was instantly taken aback by her incredible beauty, and the way she presented herself. I remember, even now, the first time I laid eyes on Charlotte. I was six, she was seventeen, and my stomach gave this huge lurch and a lump appeared in my throat rendering me speechless. Both Charlotte, whom I shall now refer to as Charlie, and Matron seemed to find this highly amusing, and they were laughing freely and openly as they embraced one another. Had I have been a little older, I would have noticed that the embrace was perhaps a little more tender than might seem normal. Matron introduced us, and Charlie came over and took both my hands, whisking me up into the air and deftly catching me in her arms. I was instantly aware of her young athletic body, slim but powerful, her young firm breasts pushing out of her school blouse, as I came to rest on her perfectly shaped left hip. She was talking in excited tones about me being her first charge, and I almost got the impression that I was her present. A gift for her to play with. Matron took her leave, telling us we would see her at dinner, and Charlie and I were left to our own thing.

A porter arrived with my luggage as Charlie was showing me round the dorm. There was an interconnecting door that lead to a small single bedroom belonging to Charlie, and she told me she would never be more than 10 foot away during the night, and I was to call her any time, and the door was always open, if I was scared or lonely she would always be there for me. I warmed to Charlie straight away as she carried me round, telling me that "Nightingale" was the best dorm, and only for girls specially picked by Matron. She made me feel wanted and loved and cared for, and I wanted to kiss her warm, moist, perfect lips as I gazed into her bright dancing eyes. She pointed out the other beds and told me they would be occupied by Mary, Ellie, and Sienna, and that they would be back in two days time.

We turned to the task of unpacking, and Charlie helped me transfer all my belongings into the wardrobe, drawers, and bedside cabinet. At one point she held up a pair of my knickers, white cotton with little embroidered love hearts on them, and oooh'd and aaah'd about how cute they were, and how she couldn't wait to see me in those. I snatched them away in embarrasement, and made all sorts of whinging noises about them being private, but Charlie just laughed it off and moved on to the next item to be unpacked.

When we had finished Charlie grabbed both my hands again and threw herself backwards on to the bed, pulling me with her, up onto her feet, and up into the air, yelling, "Can you fly, Lucy?" Stangely I felt completely at ease with her behaviour, boistrous though it was, and I couldn't help but notice that as she threw herself back with me on her feet, her skirt would fall back and I could see the v of her knicker and top off her flat tummy. Soon we were in fits of laughter and giggling as we played together. The play would sometimes involve tickling, and I found myself once more wishing for a more intimate touch, but was afraid to make it too obvious.

At 4.45pm there was a short ring on a bell, and Charlie told me that it was the fifteen minute warning for tea, and that I needed to be changed into my school uniform, hair tidied and ready at the dining room door by 5pm. We located my school uniform, and Charlie helped me to strip down to my vest and knickers, before putting on the blouse and tunic. As she helped me to button the blouse, I felt a pang of despair, that I did not have any breasts for her hands to rub against, and she could not feel my nipples. I wished that there was just a little something she could have rubbed. We went downstairs and had my first formal dinner at the school. After dinner, Charlie and I went back upstairs, and I learned we would be left alone to amuse ourselves until the following day, other than Matron coming round to say goodnight at 7.30. That was lights out for 5 - 8 year olds.

Charlie and I played a couple of quick games of draughts, which she won easily. She then suggested that I take a shower or bath before bed. I protested, saying that I had only had a bath when I arrived because Matron had... I stopped suddenly, not only because I didn't know what Matron had done, or more to the point, what to call it, but because I just kind of felt that what had happened in Matron's room was private. Charlie just laughed and knelt down in front of me.

She looked me straight in the eye, and said, "Darling. I know what might have happened with Matron. You wouldn't be here with me in Nightingale if Matron hadn't sorted it out."

With that said she planted the lightest of kisses on the end of my nose and gently took my hand and lead me off to the dorm. For some reason there seemed to be little more to say. Our actions, or rather Charlie's action, were all the communication we needed. Charlie sat on my bed, and I stood before her as she undid the buttons to my tunic, letting it slip to the floor. So slowly, without breaking eye contact, she undid each button on my blouse. I was tingling with excitement and apprehension, I wanted this. My bluse joined my tunic. Her eyes were eating me, devouring me, and reading my every thought and emotion. It was as though her eyes were making deep and passionate love to me where I stood, even though they also communicated a peace and stillness that I have not experienced in anyone since. She raised the hem of my vest, and I lifted my arms to avoid any obstruction, as she pulled it so lovingly over my head. I felt a shudder run through me as I was left in just my panties, and I inwardly exploded as she lent forward and planted a tiny butterfly kiss on each nipple in turn. It had broken the hypnotic gaze that had previously held me captive, and I let out a small moan, pushing myself towards those lips that had merely brushed me. The tip of her tongue came out and so lightly licked my tiny points that had suddenly become so painfully hard. At the same time her hands reached for the elastic waist band of my knickers, and eased them down over my bottom and down my legs. I could feel the coolness of the air invading all my private areas, almost as though it had fingers of its own. Charlie gently cupped one of my buttocks in each of her hands and proceeded to massage my little cheeks.

After a couple of minutes she moved back slightly, and regained eye contact with me, although I must confess it was a very misty image as far as I was concerned. She lifted my small hands up to the top of her blouse, opened my palms and pushed them against the material of her shirt covered breasts. She gasped, as she encouraged me to grope and apply pressure to her breasts, and I could feel her hard nipples come to life under the covering. She moved my hand up, guiding me to the first button, and holding it there until I had performed the task of undoing it. This routine was repeated all the way down to her skirt. Every now and then she would plant a fresh kiss or lick to one or the other of my nipples which would make me jerk involuntarily, as though I had been pricked with a needle. I guess it was at this point that I started to gain a little understanding, and I moved my hand of their own accord to open her blouse and reveal the two heaving mounds of her chest. It had not occured to me that a girl of Charlie's age would be wearing a bra, and I was somewhat dissappointed at the lack of dramatic effect as I opened this layer to find even more clothing barring the way to what, in my mind, was now a goal. Charlie giggled at the obvious dissappointment that must have shown in my face, and pulled me close to her, my naked flat chest pressed againts her bra covered twin orbs. She put her arms round me and held me tight, and I did the same to her.

After a moment, it became clear to her that I was not getting the message, and she whispered quietly in my ear, "take it off."

Fumble as I might, at six years old, I regret to inform you that the clasp had me beat, and as my frustration started to rise Charlie reached behind with one hand and seemingly flicked the bra straps apart. A trick that I would soon learn to perfect. With her shirt now in a puddle behind her, as I moved back I did not need telling, or showing, that the straps had to be removed from her shoulders. There they were, and they were so beautiful, perfectly round, but not big and heavy, topped with amazingly delicate stiff nipples, that screamed to be put in my mouth. It brought a lump to my throat and I wanted to cry. Stood before Charlie, I did the one thing that I imagine all girls do in this situation. I started to compare myself with her, and in my minds eye, I found myself falling desperately short of the vision of perfection before me. Her hair was blonder and silkier than mine. Her face held an air of confidence, with deep sparkling vivid blue eyes, perfectly straight cute nose, the smallest hint of dimples in her cheeks, and luscious pink/red moist lips. As I worked my way down past the slender and beautifully sculptured neck and shoulders, all tanned golden by the sun, I was again held in momentary captivation by those breasts, before making eye contact and raising a tentative hand to her right breast. I half expected the spell to be broken, Charlie to slap me, and scream blue muder, but on the contrary, this time it was her turn to gasp, and I realised that I was giving her similar feelings to those she had given me just moments before.

"ohhh! God!" Charlie whispered, "Matron was right, you are amazing."

I thought about this comment for a moment but decided she must be thinking of somthing else. I lowered my eyes down Charlie's body, and took in the flat stomach, the slimness of her waist and the way her hips started to flare out just above the waist band of her skirt. Suddenly my eyes snapped back to her breasts, and I was surprised to see they were the same skin colour as the rest of her body, coloured golden brown by the sun. In comparrison to my lily white, I thought her the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

I leant forward and kissed her nipple, like she had done to me earlier, and she threw back her head, moaning, "Take it in your mouth and suck on it".

As I sucked Charlie started to lean back on the bed and I found myself having to lean over her to reach the hard nipple. She was moaning all the time, and eventually, as she moved back, I was left with little option than to climb on the bed and straddle her lap. I could feel the rough material of her school skirt rubbing on the inside of my thighs, and if I got my movements right I could apply some friction to the little button Matron introduced me to earlier in the day. There we lay, me at six years old, Charlie at seventeen, me naked lying on top of a half naked Charlie, my hips rotating up and down in an attempt to repeat the experiences of earlier in the day, her in ecstacy over my naive attempts to pleasure her nipples.

I woke up some hours later and the room was in darkness. I still had Charlie's nipple in my mouth, and I had no intention of letting it get away. I knew I was still naked, but the air of the room was warm enough for me not to feel cold, plus I had the added heat of Charlie radiating up from beneath me. I moved my hips a little, not wanting to wake her, but still seeking that pleasurable pressure on my privates. I was aware that something had changed, and when I felt down I realised that Charlie had managed to remove the rest of her clothes without disturbing me. I was lying in naked bliss and comfort with the most beautiful girl in the world. I was happy, and I knew I was going to like my time at this school.