Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club (9 page)

“A little daring for school, darling, are you sure?”

“It’s for the competition, mom, they’ll understand.”

“Ok, we’d better get you to school then, you’ll be late, and you’ve taken so long to get ready.”

It was my bad luck that it was a windy day, as I walked towards the main gate, a gust of wind hit me and lifted the hem of my miniskirt. Several boys were walking past on their way to the boy’s school several blocks away, their gaze locked onto my suspenders like radar and their eyes popped out of their heads. At that distance, it probably looked as if I wasn’t wearing any underwear, they stopped dead and watched me all the way through the door. I smiled to myself, at least I knew how to make an impression with the guys. Emma had been waiting inside the main doors and had seen my display of old fashioned underwear.

“Suspenders, Helen? Christ, I could hardly believe it when I saw them. Are you wearing panties?”

I told her about the mini-briefs.

“Hmm, I can’t wait to see your display later this afternoon. I’m doing a ballet piece, what about you?”

I told her about my raunchy Madonna routine.

“Yeah, that sounds great, pity we can’t dance together,” she said.

I laughed. “The way things are with you and me, we’d re-enact a sex scene on the stage, it might not go down well with Mr. Hudson.”

“True,” she nodded. “We are a bit hot. Maybe we can get together later,” she said eagerly. “You know.”

“I’d like that,” I told her. “At lunch, we’ll maybe slip down to the changing rooms. But not for another shower.”

I spent the morning on a sexual high, the underwear underneath my uniform did something for me, I guess it reminded me of sex with my lover. The thought of sex with Emma made me feel moist in my crotch, I couldn’t wait much longer. When lunchtime came we met up in the changing rooms and found that they were empty.

“What about the physio’s couch, where we took Miss Epps?” Emma said.

“Let’s do it.”

The advantage of the physio’s room was that it had a lock on the door. We went in and locked ourselves in.

“Now let me get that uniform off you and see that underwear,” she said to me excitedly. She undressed me, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and skirt and tossing them to one side like a stripper would. She stood admiring my corseted figure, the panties barely concealing my cunt, the stockings looking sheer and elegant on my legs, the cups of my corset pushing my tits up and out to make them look bigger and firmer. She ran her hands over them.

“You’re delicious, Helen, lovely.” She kissed my lips, my neck, each tit where it showed, then slowly removed my panties. She knelt down but I lifted her back up. “Hey, not so fast, it’s my turn to undress you.”

I removed her school uniform, this time I took off everything until she was naked.

“Lie on the couch, Emma, I thought some mutual head might be in order.”

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “You mean a sixty nine?”

It was wonderful, I had my head stuck between her legs, sucking her sweet little cunt as she did the same to me. I put my hands under her ass and pulled her tighter to me, pushing out my tongue to bully her clit into a sexual frenzy. She did what I did, we were both into each other, enjoying ourselves at both ends. She tasted sweet to me, musky, girlie, gorgeous. It didn’t take us long before we really heated up and the room was echoing to the sound of our female moans, shrieks and screams, we couldn’t stop it. I stroked her skin, feeling all around her firm, lithe body, thrilling to the cool touch of her. She moaned even louder, on the peak of climaxing, it excited me too much and together we licked each other to a superb, fulfilling climax, clutching each other’s bodies tightly, sucking at each other’s vaginas, glorying in the thrill of giving and being given by your lover. I took my head out from her crotch and smiled at her. She looked so sweet, so content, I don’t think I’d ever felt happier. But it was time to get back to class. I realized that we’d missed lunch, but I wasn’t hungry, I’d eaten enough.

“Hold it there, Emma, I’m going to dress you.”

She sighed with contentment as I put her clothes back on her sweet smelling body, panties and matching bra over her firm, girlish tits. As I dressed her with her blouse, her tiny skirt, her tights, I caressed her body at the same time. She started to moan again with arousal. I hurried to finish off and then buttoned my own blouse over my corseted figure and pulled on my mini skirt. While I did so I saw her looking at my stockings clipped neatly to my suspenders. I grinned at her. “Not again, save it for another time, Emma, we’ll never get back to class.”

Our afternoon seemed to go slowly, but finally we went down to Glee club. I was on last, so I watched the other girls go through their paces. Allison was a sensation as a singer, I knew she should win. Emma, dressed in a white tutu, tore at my heart as she danced through a pretty ballet routine from Coppelia, I’d never seen anything so alluring in my whole life, I wanted to hold her afterwards and whisk her away. The others were great, I knew I was in the presence of some classy performers. Finally, it was my turn. I forgot I was wearing stockings and suspenders, tiny panties that were almost invisible, a mini skirt that would reveal everything once I went into my routine. I just began dancing my own version of Madonna’s famous routine, dancing automatically, sensuously, almost on auto-pilot. It was sex, pure and simple, I was with my lover, she stroked my tits, she touched me all over, except there, that was reserved for the huge strap on dildo that she mimed stroking with lubricant, then I arched as she forced it in me, my eyes shut with the agonized ecstasy that was the hottest part of lovemaking, all my body bucked and heaved to the intensity of the lovemaking. They watched fascinated, several hands went down unconsciously to touch their crotch, I noticed even Mr. Hudson go there and remember with a start where he was and pull his hand away. Then it was over and there was only silence.

I waited. Oh, fuck, I thought, I’ve messed it up. Then a roar of applause swept over me.

“Helen,” Mr. Hudson said, coming up to speak to me. “That was truly amazing, incredible. It was a little on the raunchy side, however. Maybe a bit too much for the school Glee club, but overall it was fantastic.”

The other girls came and hugged me and congratulated me. There was no doubt about it, I’d won.

“Have you girls decided on the prize?” Mr. Hudson asked.

“Not yet,” Rachel replied. “We’re still working on that, but we will find something worthwhile and give it to Helen.”

“I’ll leave it to you then. I have to leave now, I have several other activities planned for this evening. I’ll see you in the history lesson tomorrow.”

I noticed that as he walked out he had a lump in his trousers. Yeah, he’d enjoyed it alright, I knew where he was heading, somewhere to deal with his problem. I almost wanted to grab him to one side and persuade him to fuck me, to be the first guy that I had ever been with, but I knew he would have refused. Besides, I had the girls.

“So what’s the prize then?” I asked them.

“Us,” Rachel replied. “You need to come with us and we’ll give it to you.”

The school had emptied by then, only the janitors and one or two teachers were still around. The girls led me to the nurse’s room and locked the door. There was a single metal framed bed in the room and several white cupboards, curtains, the usual stuff that these rooms have for minor emergencies.

“Stand still with your hands out,” Rachel commanded.

I did so and six pairs of girl’s hands undressed me, every hand touched and felt around my body as they did it. By the time they took off my corset, I was almost ready to go through the roof. Rachel pushed me onto the single bed and before I realized what was happening, Lisa and Yvonne tied my wrists and ankles to the metal frame of the bed. Emma produced a large, black scarf and tied it over my eyes so that I was completely blind.

“From this moment, Helen, you’re on your own, we won’t say a word.”

“But what’s happening here?” I asked her. There was silence. A hand touched my fanny and traced all around it. More hands touched my tits, and then a mouth came down over my nipple and started to suck. I was moving my hips, already becoming aroused, then I squealed in surprise as something long and firm was pushed into my cunt, probably a dildo, it felt like it. Whoever had hold of it started to move it in and around, I squirmed even more with pleasure. Then someone sat on my shoulders and lowered their cunt over my mouth and I started to suck, smelling the rich, girl scent of her musky body. Every time I came near to a climax, the dildo was removed, every time the girl over my mouth did come to a climax she came off and another, fresh, lovely cunt was lowered over my face. By the time I counted the sixth girl to sit astride me, I had lost all sanity, all reason, the dildo in my cunt, the hands all over me, even exploring inside my ass, everywhere, the cunt twisting in my mouth, I had become sex itself, I was sex. I came screaming to a climax and slumped down on the bed, totally exhausted.

They gave me a few minutes to recover, then took off my blindfold and untied my wrists and ankles. They wouldn’t allow me to dress, they had to do it all for me. I felt like a queen as I stood there with six beautiful young girls dressing me.

“That was your prize, Helen, was it ok?” Emma asked eagerly.

I smiled. “It was brilliant, I’ve never known anything like that. Thanks, all of you. I love you all.”

They hugged me again and I kissed them all. As I kissed Emma, I said, “but I do love you a little bit more, my darling.”

Her dazzling smile was a bonus. The seven of us walked out of school hand in hand with each other. We didn’t care, we were what we were. Mom was waiting for me and noticed it.

“You were very friendly with the other girls, did something special happen today.”

“Oh, just Glee club, it was really good. The other girls were really nice to me.”

“I am pleased,” she said. “Have you made any progress with finding the person who was filming you in the showers?”

I told her about the deputy head. She was interested, but cautious. “You know, if you accuse her it would wreck her career.”

“That’s no more than she deserves,” I said hotly.

“True, but only if it really is her doing it. Can you get any more evidence?”

I shook my head. “No-one saw her do it and she used an anonymous server to post up the video clips. Even Miss Epps didn’t see who attacked her.”

“Then you need to get her to admit it,” mom said.

I laughed at that. “Yeah, that would be great, but she’s not likely to, is she?”

“There are ways, you know. Put her in a situation where her emotions get the better of her and make sure someone is there to witness it. That would be enough.”

I thought about it, it was a perfect scheme if we could pull it off.

“Would you show me how to set it up, I suppose it means confronting her with the right things, push the right buttons so to speak?”

“Exactly,” she replied. “Of course I’ll show you. Let’s see if we can make her condemn herself out of her own mouth.”

Moms could be damn useful at times, even psychologists.

* * * * *

When we got to school the next day, I cornered the girls by the lockers and took them aside for a chat. My mom’s scheme to ambush the deputy head was well received.

“Yeah, we need to nail the fucker good. Who could we use as a witness, we need someone who is above reproach, they won’t take the word of another schoolgirl?”

We discussed it, the problem was that another member of staff would be reluctant to help bring down the deputy headmistress. I had an idea. I asked them to wait a few moments while I went outside to make a quiet call. When I went back in, I smiled and said it was all organized, we just needed to name the time and the place and she would be there.

In the afternoon, I had another hockey game. The girls were out in their cute little cheerleading dresses, leaping up and down, shouting and chanting, I felt as if they were carrying me along on a wave of enthusiasm. Then I scored, a superb goal that had my teammates clapping and the cheerleaders shouting to the rooftops. It was especially gratifying because the bleachers were crowded. It was an important game, we were playing an out of state school who were favorites to win and my goal clinched it for Forest High. After the game I was carried out on the shoulders of my team and I watched with them while our captain was congratulated by the headmistress. Then it was all over.

“Come on girls, it’s time to head for a hot shower,” Rachel called over. “Helen, are you coming with us, the Glee club girls? We’ve got the use of the coach’s private shower room again so it’ll be much more comfortable.”

“Thanks, I’ll be right there.”

Jessica Epps was watching the game with a bandage over her head. She’d refused to take sick leave and was determined to carry on, she was a damned good teacher. I asked how she was and she said thanks again to all of us for helping her when she was injured. She was obviously not worried about our lesbian activities, as long as we were a little more discreet, so I gave her a gentle hug and a kiss, wishing her a speedy recovery. She was startled that I was so personal towards her, but pleased too that I showed that I cared. I kissed her again and started to leave. I noticed Roberta Simonds glowering at us and I gave her a withering sneer as I walked off.

The Glee girls were already stripping off and I joined them, I took off my hockey skirt and singlet, boots and socks and removed my bra and panties then walked naked into the shower. They were already starting to enjoy themselves and hands reached for me as I walked to a vacant shower head. As I stood under the steam of warm water, Emma came up to me and kissed me, a deep, meaningful kiss, one hand behind me to pull me towards her, the other hand explored my body, my tits, my hips, my face, my neck and then my cunt. I put my arms around her and held her close. I could see Yvonne kneeling down and licking out Rachel, Amy and Lisa were huddled together, one hand exploring each other’s bodies, the other hand in the other’s cunt. It looked like a scene from one of those depraved images of Roman orgies, I guess they had a lot of fun too.