The Towers, Part 3 – Who am I?

by Lucy

When I woke up the next morning, I was still lying with Charlie, but we had obviously rolled over in the night and I was now lying alongside her. I turned on my side and took a long appraising look at the beauty that lay peacefully asleep next to me. Again, I remember being taken in by the light bronze suntan that covered her young body so evenly, that it could have been painted on. Apart from the obvious maturity and developement of her breasts and privates, and the amazing way her hips flared out just so, in comparrison, we were very alike. I am not sure what I expected to live among the clothes of other human beings, and apart from the odd glimpses, you need to consider that 1959 was not a great year for revealing clothing, I had not seen a lot of naked flesh. Here, all of a sudden, I was presented with a whole body load, and I was surprised that I was just a miniature undeveloped version of what lay before me. I was getting an insight into what I would grow into, and I was finding it very exciting.

Charlie stirred and turned over onto her stomach, in a luxurious early morning stretch. Her flawless taught golden buttocks were revealled, and I felt a sort of twang in my tummy, as though an elastic band had snapped. She rolled again, stretched again, and this time I noticed the way her privates seemed to push out from between her legs, a perfect slit down the middle dissappearing between her legs. She sat up, whispered good morning, and lightly kissed my forehead. As we dressed, Charlie kept up a constant chatter about what we would do during the day, and how she would show me the Gym, the stables, the woods, the swimming pool... the list went on and on. My mind was being bombarded with all kinds of exciting activities and places, but mostly I just got happier and happier that I would be spending the whole day with her.

After breakfast, a meal taken in our own dormitory, I recall a pang of embarrasement when I remembered that someone must have been in and laid the table while we were asleep, naked, together, we were called down to see matron. We went to the same room that I had been in when I first arrived, but this time I was skipping along holding Charlie's hand, not in a crying heap in matron's arms. Matron greeted us, offered us drinks and comfy chairs. I bounced into the soft settee, and Charlie came and sat a little more elegantly beside me. I leant into her proffered side as she raised her arm in an invitation of acceptance.

"I am glad to see you two are getting on well together. I thought you would." Matron started the conversation.

I immediately launched into uncontrollable babbling, "Charlie's great, and we are going to spend the whole day exploring the school. I didn't even miss home, and I didn't cry once in the night, and Charlie spent the whole night with me...." I tailed off, suddenly realising that I might have said something wrong. Then I spotted the amused faces of both Matron and Charlie accompanied by Charlie's muted attempts not to laugh out loud.

"My little darling," Matron said to me, "You were put with Charlie, in that dormitory, because I knew that was the best place for you, and if Charlie spent the night with you, and you alone, I trust her to have done whatever was needed to make you feel relaxed and comfortable."

"How did you know Charlie and I would get on so well?" I could feel a hundered or so questions all trying to ask themselves at the same time.

"Lucy. You are six and have a lot to learn. It is our job to teach you at this school. Some little girls, and I beleive you are one of them, have, shall we say, special qualities and gifts, and it is my job to make sure they get the right places."

"But why did you put me with Charlie?" I pressed.

"When you arrived, I found you crying, and brought you here to my living room. I comforted you and offered you a special hand. You took that hand, and allowed yourself to express a freedom that has thus far been locked away inside you. I repeat, you are special."

I thought about what had happened with Matron, and then what had happened with Charlie. None of it really made any sense. I just knew that there were certain moments when I felt... ecstatic... exhilerated... tense... and yet relaxed. On top of the world!

"What... Why did... What happened to me and why did I feel all shaky and tensed up?" I was getting curious.

"Your young body responded to the stimulation of me touching you."

"But why did I want you to touch me in...on..." I couldn't bring myself to finish the question, and this time Charlie was unable to contain her laughter which came out as a snort followed by a hicough as she tried to regain control. I glared at her. I knew that sound having made it so often myself, and I didn't think it was funny.

She looked back at me lovingly through those bright blue eyes that were currently filled with tears because of her attempts not to laugh, and mouthed the word, "Sorry." I looked back at Matron who was also smiling.

"You can tell me what you wanted me to touch, we are all girls, and we all have the same parts," Matron explained.

"My... chest," I blurted out after amoments hesitation. I thought this would be the safest option. Again, there was an explosive little snort from Charlie, who was clearly losing her battle with controlling what was about to become helpless laughter. I glared at her again, and she hugged me tightly, emitting another snort, before giving up the will to supress her amusement.

"Oh God," she screeched, tears streaming down her face. "Lucy, you are so sweet," she spluttered, "and so innocent." Her laughter, which at first offended me, was catching, and before long I was laughing too. It took us a good few minutes to regain control.

(Charlie explained some years later, that the look on my face as I groped around for a word that would be both acceptable and not rude, was completely priceless, and she could no more help laughing than she could grow breasts. She has since apologised profusely for embarrasing me, and I have forgiven her fully.)

Matron took control of the situation and continued gently coaxing questions and answers out of me.

When Matron had finally managed to get me to admit that I liked both her and Charlie touching my chest and privates, that was as far as I was willing to call them at that current moment, she told me that yesterday had been a test, and I had passed with flying colours.

"I placed you in Nightingale dormitory because you passed my little test, and I knew it would be the best place for you. It is a priviledged place within this school, and also has a number of secrets which must be kept within the dormitory walls. I am the only teacher with access to the dormitory, and it is out of bounds to any of the other girls. The name of this dormitory will move with you as you grow and mature through this school. You will be treated like a goddess by all the staff and the other pupils alike, but I must warn you, that if you abuse this status and position, the punishments are harsh and severe. You are six years old, and now you face probably the biggest descision you have ever had to make. Be part of Nightingale, or return to the main part of the school." This was a massive speech, and at six I don't really suppose I had the faintest idea what it was all about. It is only because, over the years, I heard it so often, spoken to other young girls, that I can remember it almost word for word. Like all the other girls I have witnessed since, I accepted my position within Nightingale.

This acceptance was met with a whoop of delight by Charlie, who leant over and kissed me. She kept her lips pressed against mine, not hard, and I felt the tip of her tongue brush delicately across my own lips. Another small firework was lit somewhere inside me and I opened my mouth a little bit to accept her tongue. She tilted her head to one side, and I found myself involuntarily doing the same. Within moments I was enjoying my first prolonged French kiss with Charlie, with Matron sitting in a chair no more than ten feet away watching us. Again I could feel the excitement start to raise itself within me, and a kind of desire to want to climb into Charlie and be part of her. We broke off the kiss, and on my part I was rather bashful to note that Matron had sat watching.

Matron went on to explain that there were four special dormitories within the school, and that there were 28 girls from the schools total enrolment of 243 that were housed within the four dormitories. I would get to meet them all, and they would all get to know me. I was also told of another six year old that had joined, and I would meet her later today at dinner which would take place in Matrons private quarters.

"Now, before Charlie shows you round the school, we have another important guided tour for you. We need to get this out of the way before the other students return tomorrow. We need to show you the parts of a girl's body and what to call them. Charlie, would you mind?"

I turned and looked at Charlie, who had started to unbutton her blouse. I watched hungrily as familiar bits of her nakedness started to come into view. Her blouse was followed by her bra, skirt, shoes, socks and finally her knickers. I caught another tantalising glimpse of her privates as she shuffled forward on the settee to remove her knickers. Matron stood behind me and took one of my small hands in each of hers. She started talking softly about Charlie's breasts, nipples and aerolas, moving my hands, and occasionally letting go to point at each bit in turn. I was invited to blow on each nipple in turn, and watched with interest as the nipple became hard and erect, and the areolas wrinkled up. Charlie's breathing started to change, as I held each breast and felt the weight of it in the palm of my hand. She emitted little gasps as Matron directed me to pinch each nipple lightly, and then louder groans as I pinched each nipple hard. I learnt the name tits or titties, boobs and a few other course names that I have never really liked. Matron showed me how to suck as much of the breast into my mouth and then to concentrate the motion of my tongue as stimulation to the nipple. How to take the nipple in between my teeth and nip lightly, and how to bite without biting. All the time Charlie became visibly more and more aroused, and her arousal was accompanied with little gasps and cries of pleasure.

When Matron was satisfied that I knew enough about breats, she asked Charlie to lie back on the settee and open her legs. I watched in fascination as Charlie's private parts were willingly displayed for my attention, and with awe as her legs spread and her privates opened up in a most provocative manner revealing a warm, moist pink interior. I looked at the whole thing and how delicate and perfectly sculptured it seemed, and was not surprised to hear the word flower used descriptively and accurately. In my opinion then, and it is still my opinion today, there is nothing more beautiful in all the world than the fresh opening flower of a young girl's vagina. I stood completely mesmerized by the sight before me. It had an almost breakable look in the delicacy of the folds and curves, and I gasped out loud and made some exclamation about how beautiful it was. Again Matron stood behind me and moved my hands around this phenomenon ponting out the outer labia, inner labia, the clitoris, the vaginal opening, and the uretha. The words vulva, vagina, pussy, lips and clit were all used, and I was also introduced to some of the more more vulgar names. I also got to play with the clit, making it pop out from its hiding place, and watching with some surprise the violent and involuntary reaction of its owner. Matron fetched a metal tool from next door, which I now know as a speculum, and inserted it into Charlie's vaginal opening, and I got to take a look at her cervix. That done, Matron asked me if I wanted to make Charlie orgasm, and I proceeded to play with her under Matron's watchful eye.

Unbidden I slowly lowered my head and gently blew across her clit making Charlie buck her hips slightly and moan. I could detect a sweet inviting smell, and warmth that seemed to be begging for me to taste her and I tentatively stuck out my tongue and touched one of her vaginal lips. Charlie gasped in surprise, and I heard Matron somewhere in the distance congratulating me for my initiative. The taste was as delicate as the flower itself, and I boldly licked and tasted more, letting my tongue run up the length from bottom to top. As the tip of my tongue made contact with her clit, Charlie bucked her hips again, and I heard a hissed, "ooohhh, yessss!"

Charlie seemed to like that, so I did it again with a similar result. Charlie's hips were now rotating and moving up and down, which I have to confess I found rather annoying. I wanted to taste more of her, and trying to get my tongue into her vagina whilst the whole thing was dancing up and down and round in circles was a frustrating business. I gripped her hips with my hands to try and gain some control, but there is no six year old in the world that is going to stop an aroused sixteen year old's hips dancing around when they are in the process of building up to an orgasm. I had another idea, and promptly pushed my first finger into her vagina. I had to let my arm go limp and follow her movements as she let out a scream and pushed herself down hard on my invading digit. At every opportunity I flicked my tongue over her clit which by now obstinately refused to go back into its sheath. I called to Matron, and pointed out Charlie's tummy which appeared to be rippling like water on a pond, and vaguely took on board the answer that everything was perfectly normal. I was getting worried because Charlie had started making loud grunting noises between breaths and in time with her humping of my finger, and I thought she was in pain. Matron kept reassuring me and encouraging me to continue. I dipped my head again and caught her clit in my mouth. I bit down, not too hard, but quite obviously enough to provoke a serious reaction. Charlie let loose with a blood curdling scream, and her whole body went rigid. Her thighs clamped shut around my head, and I could see every ripple of muscle in her tummy go solid. Her vagina felt like it was trying to squeeze the life out of my finger.

I was petrified. Somehow I was unable to equate what was happening to Charlie with what I had experienced the day before.

The grip on my finger was starting to relax, and was replaced by a fast spasming, and I could feel the muscles of her thighs start to relax their grip of my head. Finally Charlie took in a huge wheezing breath, and I burst into tears as I realised I hadn't killed her. Matron was on hand to scoop me out of the situation and calm me down, telling me what an amazing job I had done, and within 30 seconds Charlie was demanding that Matron hand me over. She took me in her arms, still naked and trembling from her orgasm, planted a big kiss on my lips, and told me I was the very best she had ever experienced, and she loved me with all her heart. Something suddenly clicked in my head, and I jumped off Charlie's lap. I stood between Charlie's open knees and looked at her vulva. Just above the very beggining of the top of her slit was a tiny 1 cm high drawing. I knelt down for a closer look and realised it was a very small but perfectly detailed picture of a nightingale.

I have made no reference to Charlie's pubic hair, or rather lack of it. The explanation for this is quite simple. At six years old I had no pubic hair, and had not seen anyone with hair on their genitals. I therefore considered it to be absolutely normal. I guess I still have a bit to learn.