Trading Secrets

Over the next few days I did my best to stay away from trouble, keeping my head down during lessons. We were given sample exam papers in most of our classes. The idea was to find out where there were holes in our grasp of the syllabus and direct our revision before the A-levels proper. It was pretty boring, to be honest.

After the excitement of Monday the following days seemed distinctly lacking in thrills. The only high points were my meetings with Natalie in the morning break and at bus time. We gossiped and giggled like any other pair of school girls, while trying to keep our big sexy secret to ourselves. If others suspected we were anything more than best friends they didn’t mention it.

The rumours surrounding Sonya’s sudden disappearance had done the rounds. I was asked what had happened between me and her, but I denied all knowledge and eventually the interest faded away.
The only low points were the lunch breaks, when that creep Nathan Barras tried repeatedly to talk to me in the school canteen. After telling on me and Sonya to Miss Bradshaw – despite me giving him a hand job outside the gym – I was livid and wanted nothing more to do with him.

He was persistent, though. I’ll give him that. “Wait up, Mandy,” he said, as I got up to walk out of the canteen for the third day in a row. “It’s not what you think...” he pleaded. “I tried my best to stop her coming in after you.”

I turned back and snarled at him. “You shopped us in, you little creep. What more is there to say?”

“No! I didn’t, Mandy. Honest I didn’t.” He gestured towards the table I’d just vacated. “Let me tell you what really happened. Please?”

Against my better judgement, I sat back down and folded my arms. “This had better be good, Nathan. If I tell Sonya you sent Miss Bradshaw in after me, you’ll be dead meat.”

He looked suitably terrified. “No! Don’t do that. It’s not what happened.”

“So... what did happen?”

“Well, after you left me, I decided to stay and have a ciggy.” He smirked and put on a strange voice... “I alwaysh like to shmoke after shex,” like he was Sean Connery or something.

“So?”

“I was in that little gap between the buildings. But Miss Bradshaw came stomping past like she was on a mission and caught me—”

“Havin’ a fag?”

“Yeah. Must have seen my smoke signals, I suppose. She was even more livid when she saw the wet streaks on the wall. Accused me of ‘gross, indecent behaviour’.”

“Of which you were entirely innocent, of course!”

“Thing was, Mandy, she kept glancing over at the gym like she couldn’t wait to get there. And I’d seen her over there before, the previous week, pervin’ in through the windows and sneaking into the store room. You know she’s got a key to the back door?”

“Course she has, Nathan. She’s the PE teacher, isn’t she?”

“Well she’s been using it to spy on Sonya, in the gym and especially in the showers and changing room afterwards. I know she has.”

Realisation dawned. “You mean... she’s been watching Sonya, in the... um... totally... um—”

“Naked. Yeah. She’s a right pervert, Mandy.”

“Shit!”

“So she couldn’t wait to get over there and catch Sonya with her kit off, and I was in the way.”

“You didn’t tell her I was in there then?”

“No! Course not. I tried to stall her, so you and Sonya wouldn’t get caught. Told her how boys needed to release their pent-up emotions and there was nothing unnatural about it.”

“Yeah, right!”

“I did, honest, Mandy. She told me to go wait outside the head’s office and she’d deal with me when she got back. So I said I’d been hiding in that gap before, other lunchtimes, and I wasn’t the only one with a secret to keep.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She went bright red and said whatever I thought I’d seen, I’d imagined it. So I said, okay then, we’ll see what the headmistress made of her peering in through the windows and sneaking into the gym storeroom by the back door, when Sonya was in the shower.”

“Jesus, Nathan... you didn’t?”

“Bloody did! She was stumped for a minute, then she said she was prepared to overlook the ‘very serious, possibly criminal, matter’ of me masturbating on school premises, but only if I forgot I’d seen her entering the storeroom. I agreed. Then she said she still had to report me for smoking. I had to go immediately and sit outside the head’s office and wait for her.”

“Christ, what a sneaky cow!”

“So... I did my best to stop her catching you and Sonya together. I just couldn’t hold her up long enough, I suppose.”

“But... you were in the head’s office when we got there, not waiting outside.”

“Yeah, Mrs West came out and found me there. Told me to go in and tell her why I’d been sent. I said I’d been caught having a ciggy. Said I didn’t see the harm, what with all the stress of exams coming up and everything.”

“What did she say to that?”

“She wasn’t too impressed. Confiscated my cigs – a nearly full pack of twenty – and told me never to bring tobacco onto school premises again. I was just coming out when you and Miss Bradshaw turned up, so I knew you’d got caught. What were you up to?”

“None of your bloody business, Nathan!”

“I didn’t shop you, honest, Mandy. I tried my best to stop you from getting caught.”

“Yeah, well...” My head was buzzing. It seemed Nathan had been more of a hero than a creep after all.

“Look, I want to make it up to you,” he said. “How about I take you to the pictures on Friday night? There’s a new film on at the Roxy. My treat...?”

“What! After your sneaky trick with that hole in your pocket!”

“Aww, come on Mandy. I was just feeling a bit horny. We all do sometimes... right?”

My mind flashed back to the feel of his stiff cock in my hand, and that awesome moment when it pulsed between my fingers and started firing strings of white cum onto the school wall. I felt my buttocks clench and thighs squeeze together at the thought of it. And I thought of my mum’s constant nagging to get a boyfriend. She obviously thought I was in danger of turning into a lesbian. This would surprise her!

“All right then, what time?”

Nathan’s jaw fell open. He wasn’t expecting me to say yes. “Oh, er, film starts at seven. Meet me outside the Roxy at quarter to?”

I flashed him a brief smile and got to my feet. “I’ll be there. And I like Cadbury’s Milk Tray. Don’t be late.” I sauntered off, leaving him looking like a stunned mullet.

How To Please Your Man

My mother was delighted. “You hear that, Brian?” she shouted through to the lounge where Dad was watching the news. “Mandy’s got a boyfriend!”

“No I haven’t, Mum!” I protested. “I’ve only agreed to go to the pictures with him. I might never see him again.”

“What’s his name, dear?”

“Nathan Barras. He’s in my year... doing biology A-level, same as me.”

“Ooh, he sounds very nice, Mandy. I’m so pleased.”

I smiled and shook my head in amusement. She wouldn’t be so impressed if she’d seen him on Monday lunchtime, spraying his semen up the school wall! Ah well, she might be less anxious about me and Natalie spending time in my bedroom after this.

“Friday night at the Roxy, did you say?” She was more excited than I was. “What film is it?”

“I don’t know, Mum. Does it matter?”

She smiled conspiratorially and winked. “No, I don’t suppose it does, dear.”

“Who’s got a boyfriend?” Dad appeared from the lounge looking puzzled.

“Mandy has,” gushed Mum. “She’s going to the pictures with him Friday evening.”

“He’s not a boyfriend! Just a boy from school who’s taking me to the flicks. It’s no big deal!” I sighed with exasperation.

“Oh yeah?” Dad sounded unenthusiastic. “What’s his name... what do we know about him?”

“His name’s Nathan. And he does biology with Mandy—”

“Does he now!” Dad scowled. “Well, he needn’t think he’s getting up to any of that nonsense in the cinema!”

“Oh, Brian! He’s a nice boy. Aren’t you pleased that Mandy’s got a boyfriend at last?”

Dad’s “Humph!” showed just how pleased he was. Without further comment, he returned to the lounge and the remainder of the news programme. I said I was going to do some revision and headed off to my room. On the way I snuck into my parent’s bedroom. I had a different kind of revision in mind for tonight.

Amongst my dad’s girlie magazines, hidden in a box at the bottom of his wardrobe, was one – if my memory served me correctly – containing a useful article. Ah, yes, there it is!

It was titled ‘Ladies – How To Please Your Man’, and in a star-shaped highlight at the top corner: ‘Leave open at this page where your partner will find it!’ It featured a close up of a woman’s face, mouth open and tongue out, about to swallow an amazingly thick penis. The subheading was: ‘Ten Tips To Keep Him Cumming Home!’

I stuffed the magazine under my cardigan, closed the box and the wardrobe door, and tip-toed to my room. If I’d felt unsure how to handle Nathan’s cock on Monday, I planned to be an expert by Friday evening.

Stepping off the bus and walking the few hundred yards to the Roxy, I felt self-conscious, apprehensive and excited. I was wearing my posh summer dress, pull-up stockings and red shoes with a small heel. Mum had insisted I carry a light cardigan in case it got chilly on my way home, and, just before I left the house, she’d pressed a small foil packet into my hand.

“Slip that in your handbag, Mandy. Just in case...”

I stared at it, uncomprehending. “What is it?”

“It’s a condom, dear,” whispered Mum. “Better to be safe than sorry.”

I stood there, mouth and eyes wide, shocked into silence.

“Off you go then. Don’t miss your bus,” she said, as Dad approached down the hallway.

“Make sure you’re home by ten, young lady,” he said. “Or I’ll send out a search party.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Brian,” hissed Mum. “Mandy’s eighteen now. She’s an adult, dear.”

“She’s still my little girl... and I want her home before it gets late. Don’t want to be worrying half the night.”

“I won’t be late, Dad. The last bus leaves at ten thirty, so I’ll be home before eleven.”

“Make sure you are.” He scowled.

“Have a lovely time, dear,” cooed Mum, patting me on the shoulder.

And now here I was, ready for my date with destiny. Would this be the night I lost my virginity, as my mother seemed to think? Or would it be something else? I wasn’t all that keen on Nathan, if I was completely honest, but he did have the necessary equipment and I’d already had my hands on it. I couldn’t quite picture how we would manage it in the back row of the Roxy without creating another major scandal – one that would eclipse the gym changing room incident, if we weren’t very careful. But Nathan gave the impression that he was experienced in such matters, so I figured he would decide where and when was best for ‘inserting tab A into slot B’, as we called it at school.

There was already a queue outside the Roxy, and Nathan was there, slouching against the wall, trying to look nonchalant. He looked pleasantly surprised when I trotted up in my summer dress. He was quite trendy in faded denim jacket and jeans.

I walked up to him, smiled and turned my face so that he might kiss my cheek in welcome, but instead he leaned in and sniffed at my neck, which made me feel uncomfortable.

“Nice perfume!” he said, taking my elbow and steering me to join the end of the queue.

“Thank you.” At least he noticed I was wearing some. He reeked of something strange, his dad’s Old Spice, perhaps?

From underneath an old raincoat he had draped over his arm, Nathan produced a small, dark blue box. “And the chocolates you ordered, Madam!” He shook the box in front of me with an extravagant flourish.

“Thank you,” I said, slightly confused. I’d never seen such a small box before.

As he handed them over, I could see they were indeed Cadbury’s Milk Tray, but in red letters flashed across the corner it said, ‘Sample Size’. There couldn’t be more than half a dozen chocs inside. I wanted to say, “What kind of cheapskate buys his date a ‘Sample Size’ box of chocolates!?” But instead found myself saying, “And you remembered my favourites are Milk Tray, too. How... um... how generous.”

He missed my sarcasm completely. “Yeah, well. Said I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?”

The queue shuffled forward. “What film is it, Nathan?”

“The Lion King,” he said, nodding to a poster we were slowly passing. “Supposed to be brilliant. I love Disney films, don’t you?”

“Oh... er...” I was confused. Cartoons were for kids, weren’t they? I smiled at him anyway. “I’m sure it will be fun.” I thought of my mum’s knowing wink. We weren’t going to be watching the film, were we?

I was all set for some back-row action. My dress bodice had easy-access buttons at the front, and I was wearing my silkiest bra. I’d avoided tights for obvious reasons and was wearing a pair of pull-up stockings. My flimsiest panties featured tiny red love hearts, though I doubted he’d notice them in the darkness of the Roxy.  The dress skirt, although almost knee-length, was very full and would allow my legs to spread as wide as the cinema seats would permit. I’d imagined Nathan’s head hidden under the fabric, my panties pulled to one side, his tongue licking...

“Two for The Lion King,” he was saying, as I came back to the present and realised we’d reached the ticket booth. “Back row if poss—”

The girl had cut him off with smile and a pair of tickets. “Don’t get yourselves thrown out,” she said with a wink.

I held his arm as we made our way up the stairs, through the door and into the auditorium. A woman with a torch checked and tore the tickets, then flashed her beam towards the seats in the middle at the back, tucked away under the balcony. I smiled to myself. This was going to be perfect.

The lights came up as we sat down, signalling a break in the ear-rending adverts. I undid the top button of my dress to put a little more cleavage on show, but it was now too well lit to get up to anything else. Especially with a hundred other people shuffling into their seats all around us.

“Aren’t you going to open them, then?” said Nathan. For a second I thought he was referring to my bosom, but then I saw him nodding at the tiny blue box on my knee.

“Oh, yeah. Course.” I pulled off the cellophane and flipped open the lid. There were just five chocolates, one in each corner plus one in the middle. Oh well, it’s the thought that counts.

“Want one?” I asked, offering the box to him. Without hesitation he snatched the strawberry cream out of the centre and stuffed it in his mouth. I sat and watched him bite into it, chew for a minute, then slurp and swallow. I wanted to say, “that was my favourite!” but it seemed petulant and ungrateful, so I slipped the caramel cup onto my tongue and let it slowly melt. The creamy chocolate and sweet gooey centre soon soothed my ruffled feathers, but I closed the box lid before he took any more.

The lights started to dim and curtains parted to reveal the screen once more. I undid another button and turned to smile at Nathan. He smiled back, but didn’t take the initiative. What was it going to take? I stretched over and gave him a brief kiss on the lips. He looked surprised.

“Thanks for bringing me to the pictures, Nathan,” I said. “I’ve forgiven you for playing a trick on me at school.” I undid another button and winked at him.

He turned and looked at the screen. “The film’s starting,” he said.

So it was. How silly of me. I stared at the jerky shapes of garish colours and tried to connect them to the booming voices of actors pretending to be cartoon animals. After a few minutes I was bored rigid. This wasn’t what I’d come for! I’d have to wake his ideas up, somehow...

I tucked the tiny choc box and my small bag in the seat beside me and started to inch my dress skirt up, slowly. I checked on our neighbours. The ones beside me were snogging like it was going out of fashion, lucky buggers! The couple beside Nathan were glued to the screen, just like he was. I pulled my dress up higher and parted my knees a few inches. Surely he couldn’t miss that clue?

With my stocking tops on display, and a pale flash of thigh above, I could feel the cool air chilling the damp patch on my panties. What I wanted to feel were his fingers, touching, teasing, exploring. What did I have to do... frig myself!?

In desperation I reached over and squeezed his hand, then lifted it across and on to my thigh. He didn’t move it or even look away from the screen. This was crazy! I pulled his hand up to my crotch and rubbed it against my damp panties. My hot little pussy was begging to be fingered. He must take the hint now, surely?

Instead he grasped my hand and pulled it over to his lap. He lifted his raincoat, pushed my hand underneath and wrapped my fingers around his hot, stiff cock. Ah! I finally understood. He needed a little manual stimulation to get him going. I was happy to oblige.

A Living Joystick

I ran through the advice I’d read in Dad’s porno mag. I was confident I now knew ‘how to please my man’ and ‘keep him cumming home’. Slowly, sensuously, I stroked up and down the length of his penis, keeping my touch light and delicate. I reached down to cup his balls, teasing them gently with my fingertips. With my middle finger I stretched even further and pressed against the swollen flesh behind them, the perineum I think it was called.

“Mmmm,” he growled. A response! He was alive after all!

Encouraged that I was finally getting somewhere, I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. While he stared at the screen, I looked down at the pale head of his knob that I could just make out protruding from beneath his raincoat. It appeared to be winking at me as I slid my hand up and down, up and down...

This was more like it. With a hot, throbbing length of man meat in my hand, I could happily sit through a Disney film. Now, what to try next? Oh, yes, the gentle caress of the cock head...

My index finger and thumb slid over his glans and found a trickle of slippery wetness at the tip. In the dim, flickering light, I could see it making the swollen knob shiny as I spread it around smoothly with a feather-light touch.

“Ooohh!” he gasped. That seemed to be working okay.

I added another finger and slithered them around and around the bulbous head of his cock, dipping them in the growing stream of clear juice leaking from the slit. Nathan stiffened and the arm he’d slipped round my shoulder held me a little tighter. I knew I was getting through to him at last. This was fun: a living joystick to play with, and a gasping, twitching boy attached. I could fly him like a computer game.

What next? Oh yes, I remember. I circled my index finger in the slippery space on the underside of his glans, where the foreskin attached. A sharp intake of breath from Nathan told me he liked that too. I continued for a few more seconds, then back to long slow strokes, up and down, up and down. His breathing was becoming ragged and I didn’t want him to blow just yet, so I slipped my hand down to cuddle his balls, then press on his perineum again.

“Oh, God, Mandy,” he hissed, “that is so good!”

“Hmm,” I raised my head so I could whisper in his ear, “it should be. I’ve been taking lessons.” I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gave him a squeeze to illustrate my point.

“AAahhh! Not going to last much longer,” he said, with an edge to his voice.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” I purred in his ear, as I went back to stroking his pulsating cock up and down.

“Very... very soon!” he gasped. He seemed to be struggling with his trouser pocket. “Need a tissue!”

“No you don’t,” I said and bent over his lap. I opened my mouth and slid my lips smoothly down his shaft.

“Ohhh, God!” He moaned as his hips jerked upward, making his cockhead bump the back of my throat. I pulled back, swirled my tongue around his cockhead, then sucked hard while I wanked him into my mouth.

“NnngGRR!” came the odd grunt from above as his pelvis levitated again.

Although I was expecting it, the first jet of cum caught me by surprise as it smacked into the back of my mouth. I gulped quickly and his hot juice slid down my throat. I’d read that getting this part right was critical to the man’s enjoyment, so I concentrated on sucking and moving my head up and down, while pumping his perineum with my fingertips to increase the explosive nature of his ejaculation.

I was rewarded with another massive spurt of creamy spunk which jetted onto the roof of my mouth then over the back of my tongue and down the hatch. I gulped greedily, revelling in the gooey, slightly salty, tang of his semen. Being on the receiving end of his volcanic eruptions and feeling every throb and pulse of his cock in my mouth was a huge turn on. I squeezed my thighs together and felt a warm trickle escape my panties.

Keep him cumming! I pressed his cockhead against the top of my mouth with my tongue and sucked hard while cupping his balls again. Another burst of cream hit the back of my mouth, but not so hard or for so long this time.

I slurped and pumped and squeezed for another minute or so, sucking every drop of cum out of him. Finally I felt his hips slump back down into his seat and his arm relax its grip on my shoulder. I figured I’d extracted all that he was able to give for the time being, so I sucked my way up to the tip of his cock and gave it a goodbye kiss. Then I pulled myself back upright and turned my face to deliver a hot wet kiss to his lips.

“Yeeuch!” He recoiled in horror, as if I’d tried to force a dead lizard into his mouth.

“What!?” I asked indignantly. “Don’t I get a kiss... after all that?”

“Not with a mouth full of cum,” he squeaked. “That’s disgusting!”

“Well it’s your cum!” I’d raised my voice in anger. The couple sitting beyond Nathan hissed and ‘shushed’. “And I’ve swallowed it all... see!” I opened my mouth wide and waggled my tongue at him. “So if I’m too disgusting to kiss you can... you can... go fuck yourself!”

I jumped up from my seat, grabbing my bag and cardigan. I thrust the small blue box in his lap. “And you can stick your measly samples up your arse!” I turned and stumbled over knees in my haste to get out. A torch blinked on and guided me to the door which I slammed through like a fury.

Down the steps I stomped, cursing under my breath. What a complete knobhead! Natalie was right. Boys were all devious, manipulating pricks. All he wanted me for was to wank him and suck him off. No hint of returning the favour... not even a kiss! I marched across the foyer with fists clenched, ready to deck the first person who spoke to me.

“Hey, Mandy! Wait up a minute!” No! He wouldn’t have the gall to chase after me, surely!

“Slow down, Mandy. We need to ’ave a talk!” Hang on, that wasn’t Nathan’s voice...

I skidded to a halt just before the exit and turned around. Hurrying across the foyer after me, to my jaw-dropping surprise, was Sonya Willetts.

Next time: What was Sonya doing chasing me out of the cinema? What did she want?