Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club (10 page)

“You girls, what’s going on? Stop that at once,” a voice shouted at us.

We froze, damn, our nemesis had reappeared. The frosty faced Roberta Simonds had come down from the field to check up on us and had caught us red-handed. We stood there naked, water dripping off of our bodies.

“Turn those showers off and come here,” she snapped. “I want to speak to you.”

We turned the taps and the flow of water stopped. We stepped out of the shower and stood before her, seven eighteen year old girls, we were all slim, pretty, proud, and she knew it. I could see the globules of water on my friends’ bodies, we hadn’t even been given time to dry. She started to shout.

“You think I don’t know what you get up to, it’s obscene, you’re a bunch of perverted lesbians, I’m going to get you all expelled from the school for this disgraceful performance.”

I stepped up to her. “You’re a lesbian, aren’t you, Miss Simonds? That’s why you’re so upset, because we’re young and pretty and can get off with our young and pretty girl friends but none of us want you, that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

She went totally crazy then, frothing and screaming. She was going to expel us from the school, sue me for slander, several other threats that I let drift by.

“I was educated in a Catholic school, you know, where the nuns insisted on the highest of standards, they would never allow this kind of thing. I come here and find that you’re doing it openly, its filthy, disgusting, nothing is too bad for you, we need to show the world how filthy it really is.”

“So why are you so attracted to lesbians, Miss Simonds?” I continued. “If you find it so bad, why did you record videos of what we were doing so that you could watch us over and over again in the privacy of your own office, or anywhere on the internet?”

“I didn’t do it for myself,” she shouted. “I did it to show you up for what you are, to put a stop to it so that people would know how depraved and disgusting you all are.”

She stopped then, realizing what she had said. “No, I didn’t mean that, it wasn’t what I meant to say at all, I mean, it wasn’t, I don’t know what I meant.”

Karen Green stepped out of the physio’s room where she’d been hiding.

“Miss Simonds, my name is Karen Green, I’m a psychologist here in a professional capacity as an advisor to this group of girls.”

“But, but you can’t’ be here, this is a school, it’s private property.”

“Oh, but I can be here,” she said. “I was concerned that my clients were being abused, so I had every right to be here. Thank goodness I was, I’ve just heard you admitting making illegal videos of them in the showers. I’ll be making a report to the school authorities and to the police, I suggest you start packing your bags, you’ll be spending a long term in the state prison, after that you’ll be on the sex offenders register for life.”

The deputy head sagged, her face was white.

“I just wanted to put a stop to it, I thought it would embarrass them into ending this kind of thing if they thought it would be seen on the internet.”

Karen looked at her sternly, I saw the steel I’d seen in her before, but this time it was tenfold. “You’re a liar, Miss Simonds. What Helen said to you is true, you are a lesbian, aren’t you? This isn’t about morals at all, it’s about jealousy. I expect you had a lover when you were at your Catholic girls school didn’t you, this is what it’s all about, she jilted you, didn’t she, betrayed you?”

Miss Simonds hung her head, quite obviously Karen had hit the nail on the head. The deputy head was a beaten woman, beaten by the expertise of the young psychologist, by my mom’s carefully planned scheme, and by our putting it neatly into action. She fell about, her sobbing rising to a hysterical scream.

“Claudia was the only girl I ever really loved, that loved me. She was everything to me, beautiful, clever, a wonderful lover. We planned to live our lives together, but when the sisters found out her parents forced her to leave me, she became a nun. A fucking nun!” Her voice rose to a shout. “The one fucking thing I couldn’t deal with, wasting her life in a closed convent, I couldn’t even say goodbye to her. Oh, my darling Claudia.”

We shuffled our feet, embarrassed. Karen spoke on her cellphone, then turned to speak to us.

“I’ve called for an ambulance from our psychiatric department to come and get her, she needs treatment, poor woman.”

“Poor woman be fucked,” Rachel snorted. “She’s a sneaky cow that almost wrecked out lives.”

Karen shook her head. “No, whatever she did, she’s just ill, that’s all. She must have gone out of her head when she was forced to split from her lover and she never ever recovered. Girls, we’ll have an ambulance crew coming here soon, don’t you think you ought to get some clothes on?”

We looked at each other, startled, we’d forgotten that we were still stark naked. We laughed and started to put our clothes on. Karen looked immensely interested when she saw the corset and suspenders that I was wearing underneath my school mini skirt.

The ambulance crew arrived, two guys, thank Christ we’d put out clothes on. They took Miss Simonds away. I think that was the last time that any school would see her inside the premises. We gathered around Karen to thank her for her efforts.

“It’s no problem, I’m happy to help,” she smiled. “You should thank Helen’s mom, it was her master plan that did it. Look, girls, why don’t you come back to my place and we can have a few drinks and celebrate that it’s all over.”

They were all in favor, it was quickly arranged. “Just one thing you need to know, girls. I’m a lesbian, until I meet some guy that makes me see things differently, that is. I love the company of other women, but unlike your poor, sick deputy head I make no secret of it, I’m proud of it. So understand that you would be coming to the apartment of a real, genuine authentic dyke.”

They were stunned for a few moments. Not me, of course, I’d learned a lot at Karen’s hands, literally.

Yvonne, surprisingly, broke the silence. “Well fuck me then, what are we waiting for, we were all worried for a minute that you weren’t a lesbian.”

The others let out a cheer and we surged out of the changing rooms. Karen called a cab for the other six girls and I drove away with her in her snazzy little Beamer Z4. The hood was down and I waved gaily to my friends as we left.

“Helen, why don’t you give your mom a call and ask her around to my place as well, she deserves to be a part of our little celebration.”

I was startled at her suggestion. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Karen, I don’t want her to think, well, you know.”

Karen laughed. “You think she doesn’t already know? I’ll bet there’s not much she doesn’t know. Give her a ring and invite her around, take a chance on it.”

Mom was pleased to be asked and said she’d be call in later. We arrived at Karens’ beautiful apartment and shortly after the other girls arrived. Emma came and held my hand possessively, she was obviously a little concerned about my relationship with Karen. She needn’t have worried, ten minutes later I saw Yvonne with Karen and the adoration in their faces was unmistakable. The doorbell rang and Karen pulled away to go and answer it. Emma pulled me closer to her and kissed me, a long, heavy kiss, her hand snaking around my neck to pull my head closer to her.

“Hi, everyone,” mom’s voice said.

I looked up guiltily and pulled away from Emma.

“Mom, I think you know everyone, we wanted to say thanks to you and to Karen for everything you’ve done, it was a brilliant job.”

“That’s ok, it was nothing really. Karen just told me that the woman was sick, so it was quite straightforward. Are you all getting over the awful shock?”

We all nodded, it was a feeling of freedom. Almost.

“Mom, about Emma, whatever you might think…”

“That you’re in love, is that what you mean?”

I stared. “So you knew?”

She laughed. “Look, I told you before, what you feel is what you are, I didn’t want to pressure you but let’s say, yes, I was pretty sure. When you’re with Emma, your face lights up, it’s a wonderful thing to see.”

It was hard to take it all in. “Right, ok then.” Emma came back to me and I put my arm around her and kissed her gently. She put her arm across me and held on, there was no doubt about what we felt for each other.

“So what about dad, when he gets back? What will he think?”

“Dad? I don’t even know when he’ll be back.”

“Yeah, but what will he say when he does turn up, how does he feel about, you know, women loving other women?”

“Not a lot,” she said. “Sometimes, I think it’s the reason that he’s rarely home, he just doesn’t like to think that women sometimes prefer the company of other women to men.”

“Right, I see.”

Something was knocking on the door of my brain, and it took a few minutes for it to filter in. “Mom, you mean that, you’re…”

She grinned. “Of course. I’ve known for years that I preferred women. I still love your father, of course, and we still have a marriage, but that doesn’t stop me living my life the way I want to, and when I want company, I prefer female company. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to influence you one way or the other. I’d have had a relationship with Karen, she did offer, but she’s more your age than mine so I said no.”

“But, did you know that me and Karen, well, I came here once and.”

I stopped, I couldn’t say any more. But I didn’t need to.

“I knew, yes. Karen told me that you two would be meeting and asked me if I minded. I told her I didn’t mind.”

Well if that didn’t beat everything I didn’t know what did. The doorbell rang again and mom went to answer it for Karen. She showed in a stranger, a beautiful, elegant looking woman, maybe a year or two older than her, fashion model looks and clothes.

“Helen, let me introduce Charlotte Dunbar, she’s a friend of mine. A very good friend of mine. Mom and Charlotte exchanged kisses and the woman shook my hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Helen, I’ve heard so much about you.”

Almost in a daze, I returned the greeting and introduced Emma.

They both shook hands, then Emma came back and put her arm across my front and pulled me in to her body. She was soft, warm and tender, she smelled of her delicious perfume, mixed with the scent of girl’s musk.

“Helen, this is a bit crowded, is there anywhere we can get some privacy?”

Mom overheard. “Of course there is, Karen won’t mind me showing you two somewhere that is a little more intimate.”

I followed her, I wondered if my shock was still showing.