Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club (2 page)

“That’ll be nice, yes. Thanks.”

Wow. I wondered if I was already on my way to achieving my ambition. I wandered into the school and found my way to the office. A miserable old clerk took the details and sent me to the first class, on the way I put my stuff in the locker I’d been assigned the key to. There were other girls clustered around the locker area, looking at me with that ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ look that teenage girls can do so well. I guessed they would be in some of my classes, they were all about the same age as me. Another thing, most of them were gorgeous. Slim, so artfully made up to look as if they weren’t made up at all, mini skirts just that tiny bit shorter than normal, blouses a little tighter to show off their tits, hair in those tousled styles that looked as if they had got out of bed like that, except that it took an hour to get the effect. In short, they looked classy and sexy. Careful, Helen, I reminded myself, let’s hope that boy looks me up later.

“Hi,” I said to them. “It’s my first day here, I’m Helen Vance.”

I gave them a brief, ‘take it or leave it smile’. Then one held out her hand and we shook.

“Emma Byrne, pleased to meet you,” she said with surprising warmth. She was cute, so cute, a heart shaped face, slim, legs to die for, dressed like me in dark red tartan skirt, red tights and white blouse. She introduced me to the others.

“We’re the Glee club, really, we’re all there is of the Glee club. That’s Amy Mills, Lisa Armstrong, Allison Brokaw, Yvonne Gibbons and Rachel Griffith.” They all looked at me and carried on talking. Well fuck you too, I thought. Emma shrugged.

“Have you got science first lesson?” she asked. I told her that I had.

“In that case, you can come with us. Look, its early days, but I don’t suppose you can sing can you?” she asked as we walked along.

“I used to do song and dance at my old school, but I really want to concentrate on sport, I’m aiming for the hockey team.”

“Really,” she said. “That’s a shame. Well if you change your mind, let us know. We don’t have much to do with the hockey girls.”

And that was that. She rejoined her friends and I felt empty as the cute little Emma left me behind. I lamely followed them and sat on my own in the science class. A crap start to my first day. During the lesson I kept glancing at Emma, she was so, what was the word? Perfect, yeah, that was it. Very pretty in her short skirt and blouse a size too small. She was so slim and moved so elegantly, like a ballet dancer. One of those girls that you wanted to be like. Or to have a crush on. I spent a miserable morning, no-one else bothered to speak to me and I felt sufficiently miffed not to bother with them. At lunch time in the cafeteria, I sat on my own in the cafeteria. Happy eighteen birthday, I thought bitterly.

As I left the school gates, I heard a familiar voice.

“Hi, babe, how did it go?”

I looked up and smiled, it was John Curtis, the boy I had met that morning.

“It was ok,” I said. What I didn’t do was admit the truth, it was my eighteenth birthday and a new day at a new school and I had felt like a social leper.

“Great. Look, on the weekends I normally hang out at the mall, why don’t you and I meet there, we can have a burger and go and take in a movie?”

He seemed a nice enough guy, if a bit forward, but thank Christ someone was a bit forward, no-one else even wanted to look at me let alone spend any time with me.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” I said to him.

“Right, it’s a date.”

The rest of that week was no less dismal that first day. I kept my head down and no-one spoke to me, I didn’t speak to them. Except for John, he met me on Friday after school and we fixed up to meet the following evening at the mall. When I got home, mom asked me how my first week had gone.

“Ok, I guess,” I replied.

“That bad, was it,” she smiled. Of course, she was a psychologist, she understood the way I thought. I laughed. “Yep, it was.”

“It always settles down after the first couple of weeks, darling, you’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

I looked up at her. “Is that your professional opinion, mom?”

She looked at me seriously. “It’s my opinion as a mom who was once in the same situation. And as a psychologist, too,” she grinned at me.

“Ok, whatever,” I replied.

“Karen Green mentioned you, she thought you were really nice, she was asking how it was all going.”

“She said I could talk to her if I ever had any problems.”

“I know she did, darling, she’s very kind.”

If you only knew what she’s like you might be surprised, I thought. Or did she know, mom knew most things? Well, she’d soon tell me if she was worried about it.

The following day, the Saturday, I walked nervously into the mall to meet John. I’d dressed in my short, dark blue satin prom dress. A dark blue ribbon tied in my hair, underneath I’d persuaded mom to buy me some new underwear, matching silk panties and bra in a lighter blue that complimented my dress to perfection. Not that I intended for John to see them, not on the first date. I had the four inch black patent shoes on my feet and I was carrying a black patent purse to match. Ok, maybe I wasn’t Nicole Kidman, but I knew I looked pretty damn good. He came up to me and my stomach flipped. He looked so cool, tight jeans, a loose jacket over a Boss T-shirt, hair styled to perfection, he was a good looking dude, there was no doubt.

“Hi, Helen, glad to see you made it. Fancy a coke?”

“Yeah, that’ll be nice,” I replied. I gave him a relieved smile, thank God he’d turned up. He kissed me, it just brushed my lips, but it ignited a small fire inside me that I hoped would smolder for a long, long time. He bought cokes and we sat chatting happily. Then he took me into the movie theatre and we settled back to watch a film, some kind of action flick, a load of muscle-bound guys running around with guns, not my kind of thing, but I had my boyfriend’s arm comfortably around me and periodically he turned to kiss me, he was so warm, so passionate. Too passionate.

I had to push his hand off my tits for the fifth time, he certainly wasn’t wasting any time. But this was our first date, I wanted to know a little more about the guy before he got inside my matching silk bra and panties. Not that much more, admittedly, but a little bit more would be nice. After the movie, we went outside and he helped me into his car to drive me back, a ten year old Chevrolet Camaro, very racy, a real muscle car. It was well past time for him to get me home, but we sat chatting and necking in the car park for a while, mom wouldn’t be too worried if I was a little late. I felt his hand slide under my dress and inside my panties.

“John, don’t do that, please.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Helen, you and I, you know, we were made for each other.”

His hand didn’t stop, he actually touched my vagina before I grabbed his hand to stop him.

“I said no, John, stop it.”

“Shut the fuck up, you whore,” he snarled. “You’re gonna put out for me one way or the other.”

I grabbed his hand, but he was so strong that he easily shook me off. He tore my panties away from my body, ripping my lovely silk underwear in two as if it was made of paper.

I was terrified, too terrified to fight. There was only one thing to do, I screamed, shouted, emptied my lungs in torrent of noise that echoed around the mall car park. He flung his hand over my mouth and choked my cry, with his other hand he undid his buttons and pulled down his pants. He wasn’t wearing shorts, his dick sprung out, hard, excited, and erect.

“You try screaming again and I’ll break your nose, you fucking bitch, so shut up and enjoy it.”

His hand came off of my mouth and felt around my tits, his other hand was already fumbling inside the entrance to my vagina.

“Please,” I whimpered quietly. “Don’t do this. Please.”

He ignored me and climbed on top of me to fuck me, I shut my eyes and felt the tears running down my face. There was a noise of the car opening, “what the fuck?” then he was dragged off me and thrown out onto the tarmac, I opened my eyes and saw him lying there, hastily tucking his cock back inside his pants. I looked around me, several girls were standing outside the car and two of them started to kick and punch John. When I wiped the tears from my eyes, I was amazed to recognize Emma Byrne and the other girls from the Glee club. She looked at me sympathetically. “Are you ok, Helen, did that bastard hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No, thanks to you people, I’m ok.”

The two girls finished kicking John, who staggered to his feet. I smiled, he was bruised, his jacket and jeans obviously ripped.

“You fuckers, you ain’t got no right to…”

Rachel Griffiths stood in front of him, she was the tallest of the Glee club girls, an athlete, fit and strong. “Oh dear, such bad language.” Then she kneed him in the balls and he hunched over in pain.

Emma helped me out of the car. One of her hands was on my breast, but somehow it was different, not threatening. Our eyes met and she gave me a small smile. “We’d better get you back into the mall, you can use the bathroom to clean up. We’ll come with you to make sure you’re ok.”

We walked through the doors and behind us I heard John’s car starting up and screech out of the lot. We went in the bathroom and they cleaned me up, ten minutes later we were eating a burger and drinking coke.

“How did you find me?” I asked them.

“We saw you with John Curtis, we all know his reputation so we kept an eye on you, we thought it might turn nasty. Don’t worry, he’s a coward, he won’t bother you again.”

I looked at all six of them. “I can’t thank you enough, I owe all of you for what you did. Thanks.”

They grinned. “That’s what we do,” Emma said. “We girls stick together. You ought to think about joining Glee, though, you’ll find it a lot of fun.

I told them I’d think about it. On Monday, it was Emma’s turn to be tearful when she opened her locker and found several photos planted inside, all images of her in degrading positions showing lesbian sexual acts.

* * * * *

This time it was my turn to come to the rescue. She was on her own, clutching five large photos, tears streaming down her eyes. I went up to her and she handed me the pictures, they all showed her naked having sex with other girls.

“It’s not me, Helen, honestly, none of them. I don’t understand.”

I put my arm around her. “Hey, we’ll get to the bottom of this, let me look at them more closely.”

I held one of the photos near to my eyes and examined it.

“They’re computer prints, Emma, Photoshop stuff. I’d wager any money that someone has electronically pasted your face onto other photos they’ve downloaded from the internet. See, some of the images are low quality, you can even see the pixels, some of the others are higher quality. They’re not even good fakes.”

“But what if other people see them, they’ll think I’m awful, really horrible.”

“But it’s not you,” I said. “That’s the important thing. You helped me when I needed it, now I’m going to help you. We’ll start looking around the school and hunt down the scum that did this, without giving away what is on the images we’ll say we’ve got a good idea who did it.”

“But we don’t know who it was,” she said desperately.

I smiled. “They don’t know that. We’ll give them something to be frightened about. In the meantime, we’ll find out who it really was, we’re going to get this fucker.”

She held onto me tightly. “Helen, I don’t know what to say.” She was so vulnerable, so soft and gentle, who could want to hurt her? I hugged her and stroked her hair. “Don’t say anything, we’re on a mission now, Emma, we’re gonna take this fucker down.”

She managed a wan smile.

“That’s better,” I said confidently. I kissed her cheek and unwound her arms from me. “We need to get to classes. Let’s deal with this later, we’ll get your Glee club friends to help out.”

Her face was still tear filled. “Thank you, Helen,” she whispered. God, how I wanted to kiss her, to reassure her that I would make it right, whatever it took, she was so special. But I resisted the temptation and we went towards the class room, arm in arm.

I sat at a vacant desk, ready for another lonely lesson, but to my joy, Emma sat down next to me. That was the start, we studied in the same lessons for most of the time and we started to become good friends. I felt fantastic that such a pretty girl was spending time with me, she was a real babe. During the break, I sat with her and her Glee club friends, they tried to persuade me to try out with them but I still wasn’t sure. Emma put her soft, small hand on my arm.

“Look, we’re really short of new people, if you did join us it would be fantastic, think about it, Helen, will you? Besides, we’d make a good team, you and me.”

The pressure on my arm increased. It felt damn good to be wanted, I put my hand over hers.

“I’ll think about it, sure. I think I’d like to look at it, anyway, see if I’m good enough.”

In the afternoon I played hockey for the first time, trying out for the school team. Hockey was a game I loved, from the moment I got changed into my short, pleated hockey skirt and my other kit, I felt good, at peace with the world.

Mom had bought me some saucy, frilly white panties to wear under my skirt, I thought if the spectators were going to see my underwear during a heavy tackle or gust of wind they were going to see something a bit daring. I pulled on long socks and boots, the singlet in the dark red school colors over my white sports bra. My tits weren’t exactly gigantic, although I thought they looked pretty good, but I liked to think I needed a sports bra to stop them wobbling up and down like two rubber balls. Then I joined the other girls on the team and ran out onto the field. To my joy, the cheerleaders were practicing at the same time, I recognized all of the Glee club girls, they cheered when they saw me and pranced up and down in their tiny dresses, the material barely covering their pretty young bodies. I grinned when they jumped really high, underneath the dresses they were wearing frilly white panties the same as mine. Towards the end of the game, I scored a goal and they went crazy, leaping up and down in a flurry of dark red skirts over frilly white panties.