Thread: Educating Her (Supple Nail & Obstacle Corpse)

Sarah pricked her ears and sat up for a moment, her eyes straining in the dim half light of the closet as she tried determine just what she had heard. A door closing in the distance? The brush of fabric as somebody walked down the hall? Whatever it was the sound did not repeat itself and Sarah assumed that it had been nothing. A trick that her overactive imagination was playing on her. The fear of discovery made her jumpy, her heart thumping in her chest audible to her own ears like a bass drum. She settled back on the ornate concrete bench and reached down to trail her fingers under the hem of her uniform's pleated skirt. Her heart beat faster as she leaned back, drawing her fingers up her legs and revealing more and more creamy thigh as she drew up her skirt. She couldn't believe what she was doing. It had all started two weeks ago when Sarah had come across a tiny knot of other girls. They turned as she approached, gravitating towards her almost subconsciously in a way that Sarah and everyone else took for granted. The word was 'popular' but really it was a blend of presence, position and prestige. Although she was friendly and out going, lacking the acidic alpha bitch archetype in tawdry teen movies, nobody could deny that Sarah was at the apex of the social pyramid at St. Trinity's Preparatory Academy. As had always been her way Sarah smiled and felt the group open to her. The girls had tittered and blushed, passing something back and forth between them. Sarah had expected a crude sketch, maybe a foldout from a disreputable magazine. Instead she saw a novel. The dime store kind written for lonely housewives and imaginative young virgins. As trashy as could be, from the flowery pink title to the hyper muscled and long haired adonis clutching the rent bodice of a swooning maiden. Sarah didn't know what made her exude her intangible hold on the other girls, but she smiled and giggled and swayed with the group, and when they dispersed she had the novel hidden in her bag. She had stayed up all night reading it. The next day she felt like she was in an alien world, or as if she was alive for the first time. Her face felt flushed all the time and, although she could not tell herself exactly why, she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat as the broad shouldered social studied professor turned his masculine profile to write something on the old style chalkboard. She know that she would have to do something about what she was feeling. Something she hadn't ever had the courage to do before. She didn't know what to expect so she prepared for everything. She snuck into one of the bathroom stalls and smuggled in her razor, shaving herself in places that she blushed to think about until she was as smooth and blemishless there as a veal cutlet. But where could she go to take her bold first step? To discover this thing that had hidden itself from her except for this past week? The dormitories weren't an option, too crowded. And so here she was, secreted in a corner of the rose garden, hidden in a small alcove between the corner of the boys dormitories and the main school building. Her fingers continued their tantalizing journey, she felt the plaid of her skirt bunching and fought the urge to smooth it down and retreat. As she felt the soft cotton of her pure, white panties she let out a tiny gasp as a thrill of pleasure ran through her. Her brow crinkled as her slender fingers brushed over her mound, traced upwards over her covered lips. By accident she brushed a finger against the nub of her clit and her eyes shot wide. Ooooh! A soft, plaintive moan wrung itself from her throat and she bit her lip to keep quiet. Feverish now, she dipped her hand into her panties, exploring and probing. She was shockingly wet, moisture making her thighs steamy and slippery. Each slightest movement seemed to spread her wetness further, even dripping down the cleft between her perfect ass cheeks and spreading a dark stain on her panties. She didn't know that her body could react like this as she probed further, stroking her fingers shallowly through her pussy and gathering the moisture there, bringing it up to rub across her mons. She didn't know what would feel good so she just explored her flesh, slipping her fingers through herself as she gasped and panted. Seeking that same pleasure again she scraped a fingernail against her clit and gasped. Uuuuuuh! She moaned, throaty and low, before clapping a hand to her mouth to silence herself. She could feel wetness on her cheek, spreading there from her soaked fingers.