The Towers, Part 4 – The Return

by Lucy

Today marked the return of the rest of the girls. I was, I suppose understandably, both nervous and excited, about meeting all these new people. Would I get on with all of them? There was bound to be some I wouldn't like and that didn't like me.

It was one of those late summer days of glorious sunshine, and I could feel the heat through the closed window which faced east and was ideal for the early morning sun. I decided that I would dress in a flower print summer dress and little white ankle socks. I went to my wardrobe to find the dress, and was surprised to find that I had no nightgown to strip off first. In just two nights at the school I was now sleeping naked, and last night I didn't think twice about going to bed in this state of undress. It seemed so normal. I selected underwear, found the dress I was looking for, pulled on my knickers, and was just about to pull the dress over my head when Charlie entered the room. My dress round my neck, but temporarily forgotten, I reached Charlie in three strides and leapt into her outstretched arms. I had sort of missed her last night, hoping without success that she would spend another night in my bed. She laughed at my obvious delight in seeing her, and gave me a huge hug and kiss, that on its own caused a tingle in my tummy. She was dressed in her school uniform, and as she put me down on the bed, she explained that it would be a busy day and she had lots to do. She looked me up and down and let her two thumbs brush lightly over my little nipples where she held me under the arms. Her eyes locked on to mine and unspoken messages of love flew between us until I felt myself going weak at the kness. It was probably only seconds, but felt as though it were an hour long conversation between us before I broke her gaze and looked away.

She moved in close and whispered, "You should try going without those."

I felt a small flick of the elastic waist band of my knickers, and instantly felt a blush appear on my face.

She kissed me quickly on the forehead, "Gotta go, see you soon."

She spun round, headed for the door, and pulled the back of her skirt up wiggling a naked and perfect arse at me as she left.

I was left standing on the edge of my bed, my dress around my neck, wondering if I dared to take my knickers off and go nude under the dress. I pulled the dress down, putting my arms through the holes and went and stood in front of the mirror. The dress was really light thin cotton which I loved because it was so cool in hot weather, but today I was looking at it for a different reason. I pulled the skirt back so the material was tight across the front of my legs and navel, and could see the outline and print pattern of my knickers through the thin cotton. I turned around peering over my shoulder as I did the reverse skirt pulling exercise and noted that I could see all the detail of my knickers which seemed excentuated by the swell of my buttocks. I reached under the skirt and removed the offending garment and then rechecked myself in the mirror. The same exercise revealed nothing more than lighter and darker shadowing where the naturally light tone of skin made contact with the material, and the darker shadows of all my natural valleys revealled nothing. I vowed never to wear knickers ever again. Somehow it seemed I was more exposed with the knicker on than off. It was like all my secrets were being kept in the dark shadows when I didn't have knickers on.

I decided to go down stairs and watch some of the activity as the girls started to arrive back for the new term. There were porters and teachers everywhere, rushing round with trunks of belongings. Girls were shouting greetings to one another as they met up for the first time since the previous school year. The melee was quite daunting to me, and I climbed over a two bar wooden fence at the side of the driveway, and took shelter under a large oak tree to watch proceedings. Nobody seemed to notice me as I sat, awe struck by the amount of noise and general babble of confusion. Girls of all shapes, sizes, ages, and appearance were arriving one by one and I found myself weighing each one up. Pretty! Plain! Fat! Wow! Cute!

I caught sight of Charlie as she came out of the building to greet a young girl and her parents. The girl looked about 9 years old, was quite plain but had a confident air about her. I felt a pang of jealousy as Charlie bent over slightly and hugged the new arrival. The girl in turn seemed to get very excited and jumped up and down a few times. I thought I heard a shout of joy, but couldn't be sure because of all the other noise. The girl said goodbyes to her parents and skipped of inside with Charlie.

I guess with the excitement of all these new arrivals I must have dozed off because the next thing I was aware of was a gentle tickling on the lips of my vagina. The feeling was so exquisite that I kept my eyes closed for fear it might go away. As conciousness returned and I became more with it, I could feel a cool gentle breeze on my vulva and the unmistakable light brushing of a fingertip against my nether lips. I still kept my eyes closed but slowly opened my legs to allow the finger better access. It never occured to me that anyone would do this for their own personal perversion, I was that naive. It would be a few years before that message got learnt, and if something similar were to happen today, my eyes would be open in a flash to check who was on the end of the finger. Back then, someone was gently rubbing my pussy, and I had just very recently discovered that I liked that feeling and wanted more. I lifted my knees but was interupted by snort of supressed laughter. I snapped my eyes open indignantly and screamed. I was surrounded by a group of girls all laughing and smiling. Charlie grabbed hold of me as I tried to get up and run, but I was in a blind panic and started thrashing out. I burst into tears, screaming and trying to get away. In the distance I could hear a voice I recognised and started sreaming for help.

"Charlie... Charlie... Help!"

"Lucy. I've got you."

"Charlie..."

"I've got you. Lucy. It's me. It's Charlie. I'm here."

Sudden realisation hit me, and I went from panic to relief with another fresh wave of tears. Turning round, I allowed myself to be scooped up into Charlie's arms and carried into the school. I buried my face in her neck still sobbing uncontrolably all the way to Nightingale. Charlie sat down on my bed with me still clinging to her neck.

"I'm so sorry, darling," she whispered. "I shouldn't have scared you like that."

Charlie slowly calmed me down and peeled me away from her neck as my sobbing abated. The side of her face was all wet and red from my tears and the heat of my panic and her hair was all stuck to her cheek. It looked like she had been caught in a rainstorm all down one side of her. This thought amused me and I let out a small giggle and tried to explain this to her in a choked up voice that refused to work properly. Her finger flicked away a stray tear from my face as she looked adoringly at me.

It was then that another sensation hit me with horror. I was wet down below, and I knew it was not the kind of wet that comes from a finger playing with my vagina. To my horror and embarresment I realised that I must have wet myself when I panicked. The tears started to return as I tried to choke out an apology with a voice that still stubbornly refused to work.

"I... I... I'm s... s... so... sor... ry," I stuttered. "We... weed all over... weed... wet myself."

There was another snort of laughter from behind me, and I turned my head to note that Charlie and I had an audience of three other girls. Turning back, I burst into tears again, and again planted my face into Charlies neck.

"OUT. All of you," Charlie barked the command.

"...but"

"Not another word. Out. I will call you back soon," Charlie insisted.

There was some shuffling behind us, and I heard the door open and then close.

As I came round, Charlie explained to me that I had been missing for sometime, and that all the girls from Nightingale had arrived and wanted to meet me. They had set out as a group and found me lying under the very oak tree under which I had fallen asleep. Apparently my dress had ridden up and all the girls had got their first view of the front of my pussy. She, Charlie had thought it would be a nice surprise for me to wake up with four girls worshipping at my alter. It had all gone wrong when Ellie, who was a terrible giggler, was unable to contain her amusement at my wanton display.

"You panicked and all hell broke loose," Charlie concluded.

During this explanation we had remained seated on my bed, and I was still painfully aware that I was in a piss-soaked dress and sat on Charlie's lap. I had calmed down, the tears had dried up but I knew they were lurking round the corner when the subject of my losing control was raised. Charlie seemed to sense this. Those hypnotic eyes locked on mine again, as if daring me to say something, or to cry some more. Her hands went to the hem of my dress and slowly she peeled the wet garment off and over my head, immediately pulling my naked body close to hers. She stood up supporting me with one arm under my naked butt, deftly removed her skirt with one hand, and reseated herself removing her arm and letting me slide down onto her equally naked lap. That now familiar jolt of excitement coursed through me as Charlie proceeded to strip the top half of her body until we were both sat there in just our shoes and socks.

Charlie pulled me to her, lowered her head, and we kissed passionately our tongues exploring the inside of each other's mouth.

"Bath?"

I nodded.

"I've got something special to show you."

She got up and went to the inter-connecting door that lead to her room. We went inside and Charlie went to the large book case that occupied one wall. The whole book case slid side ways to reveal another room with two more doors leading of it. The room was a large comfortable sitting room. There was all the usual furniture, and a couple of items the like of which I've never seen before. We made our way across the room, through one of the other exits and into the most enormous tiled bathroom I have ever seen. The bath was huge, easily big enough for ten adults, and had seats around the side. There was also a large tiled shower cubicle which would hold as many people and had loads of adjustable nozzles for pointing jets of water wherever you wanted them. There were three leather beds which I would later learn were for tanning and other things. :-)

I found myself in that familiar situation of having a hundred or so questions ask, but Charlie hushed me up.

"We need to ask the other girls back. I threw them all out when you were upset and it was a little rude. They were so desperate to meet you," Charlie explained.

"Can we have the bath first. I smell of wee," I asked

Charlie explained that the bath would take about ten minutes to fill and would be big enough for all of us.

"If you rinse off under the shower while the bath is filling, then the other girls could come in when we are in the bath and I can introduce them to you."

I was a little unsure about this, but nodded an agreement. Charlie set the bath running, then showed me how to operate the shower and adjust the nozzles. All the time our bodies kept brushing against one another, and my mind kept going back to the orgasm that Charlie had experienced when we were with Matron, and I wanted to do this service for her again, and her do it to me. The sensualness of her soaping my body, the touch of her hands on my nipples, between my legs, was sending excruciating sparks to my brain.

With the bath run and me installed up to my neck in water, Charlie told me she was going to get the other girls. She said she would bring them in one at a time and introduce them, and then she left. My nerves immediately started to rise at the anticipation of meeting my Nightingale room mates, and I was still a little bashful about the earlier incident.

Charlie returned hand in hand with the girl I originally called plain. Mary, on closer inspection, was anything but plain. She was stunningly beautiful, made more so by the complete lack of clothes. She was eight years old until next week. I decided that my reason for the word plain, used earlier, was her hair. It had been tamed by way of an alice band which it turned out her mother liked her in. The very first thing to go when she got in the door of the school was that perishing band which would remain in the bottom of her drawer, along with the others, until the end of term. Mary was slim, skinny legs, gorgeous arse which I had an overwhelming desire to grab and her young slit seemed to be more at the front of her than between her legs. I was thrilled to see a tiny but superbly detailed Nightingale at the very top of her slit. We hit it off immediately, and Mary came and sat next to me in the bath.

Charlie left and returned again introducing Ellie the giggler. Ellie was ten. Again I was taken back by the sheer beauty of this girl. She was neither fat nor thin but had a perfectly trimmed muscular/athletic look to her, with hips that had the meerest hint of womanly flare to them. She had a pretty face with a mischevious grin and a few delicately placed light freckles which accentuated her beauty. Her golden-blond hair was like a river of silk. The thing that really stood out was her skin. It was so very lightly golden but sort of see-through and I felt that I could climb inside her and go to sleep for the rest of life. Ellie was a little off balance though, and it was my turn to laugh. One of her nipples was all puffy and swollen, clearly in the process of a stage of her developement, and the other looked as though it was attached inside by a piece of cotton pulling it inwards. Her pussy was shouting for attention, and the outer labia had given up trying to hold her clit in place which at this very moment was peeking in that same mishievious way from between her slightly opened legs. Again that tiny Nightingale sat in proud view just above her sex. I felt that jolt of desire again as Ellie babbled on about being sorry for laughing, bad habit, uncontroable, couldn't help it. As she climbed into the bath Mary reached up and flicked at the clit which made Ellie gasp and fall most of the way into the bath and surfacing with a splutter from swallowed water. She swept her wet hair out of her face, rubbed her eyes and declared instant and hilarious war on Mary.

Charlie left and returned for the third time with Sienna. Sienna was black African. I had only ever seen one black person and had been ticked off by mother for staring. Sienna was made to be stared at. She was 11, and would be going to senior next year. Her skin was flawless and shone in the light of the room. She had small but exqusitely formed breasts with dark nipples which begged to be sucked. Her hair was braided tight to her scalp in the finest braids I have ever seen even to this day. The swell of her hips was marginally greater than Ellie, but her buttocks were outstanding, firm yet pliable. An exoctic air of authority seemed to ooze from her. I was fascinated by her belly button which had a gold symbol hanging from it through a small piercing, and even more so by her outer labia which had a small gold ring a piece pierced through. A tiny diamond stud was stuck to the right side of her nose, and not so small diamonds were studed through the lobe of each ear. To my amazement the nightingale was present but instead of the dark outline on the white girls, Sienna had a white outline with all the colour and detail inside.

Charlie and Sienna both climbed into the bath and the latter came over and embraced me as though I was a long lost friend. Ellie and Mary were now fully involved in thier battle which I must report Mary was losing in style. Ellie had Mary pinned up against one of the seats and through the swirling water I was able to detect had a hand firmly attached to Mary's pussy. Mary seemed to have lost the will to fight back and just sat pinned down gasping at the sensations Mary was adminstering.

My interest was taken back to Sienna and Charlie. Charlie had leaned her head over and captured one of Sienna's nipples in her mouth. Sienna laid her head back and a moan issued forth. I boldly reached for the other nipple and gently pinched it eliciting another moan. I bent my head, following Charlie's lead, and took Sienna's other nipple in my mouth rolling it round my tongue. I was uncomfortable, so I changed position, kneeling on the seat, then resumed my sucking. I soon learnt that Sienna had very sensitive nipples, and loved having them played with. I felt a hand move between my legs, and realised that Sienna had reached underneath me and was offering to repay my ministartions so I obliging opened my legs for her. The feel of her fingers on my pussy was electrifying.

There was a gasping screaming behind me and I concluded the Ellie had just brought Mary to an orgasm, but was to busy to look. Perhaps I should have done. Having finished her war with Mary, Ellie now decided I was fair game, and turned her attention to me. Her problem was which part of me to apply attention to. My mouth was busy with Sienna's nipple, Sienna was busy with my pussy, my nipples were under water. Her problem rapidly became my problem as she sat behind me and ever so lightly started to brush a finger tip against my arse hole. My mouth left Sienna's nipple as I started to protest, but Sienna was having none of it, and firmly moved my head back to where she wanted it. I shrugged, she was only stroking, and after the steep learning curve of the last couple of days, I reckoned that I could put up with that. Any way, coupled with Sienna's expert touch on my vagina, it was accelerating the whole process for me. I heard Charlie's voice saying something about nobody hurting me, and took reassurance from knowing that she was there. I was getting so very worked up from what Sienna was doing.

Sienna was starting to get quite frantic as Charlie and I continued with our task. Suddenly, without warning, Sienna took my clit between finger and thumb. She pinched down with ever increasing pressure. I decided to retaliate by biting her nipple. Who can apply the most pressure, a six year old with her mouth, or an eleven year old with finger and thumb. Who cares! Ellie chose that moment to insert her whole hand into my arsehole, actually it was only her little finger, but I didn't reckon so at the time. I let out a blood curdling scream as the whole world came tumbling down and I was plunged into darkness.

Apparently, though I am unable to give a reliable report of my own, Charlie tells me, I hit orgasm through the pain/pleasure of having my clit pinched, and as Ellie pushed a finger in to my bottom, my body went into overload. Charlie had to rescue me as I started to sink to the bottom of the bath. Apparently, again, Sienna hit an all time high when I let go of her nipple to scream. Ellie had also reached orgasm courtesy of a rejuvinated Mary who had gone to town on little Ellie in a bid to get her own back.

I don't know about any of that on this particular occasion. The one thing I do know is that when I came round, I was lying in bed in a tangle of arms, legs and bodies all of whom were in various states of arousal. There was a small mouth attached to my pussy and its tongue was snaking in as far as possible. I was incredibly exhausted, but I could feel that build up tension of another orgasm on the way.

I was going to like this school, and I loved these girls.