Molly

‘Okay, let’s hurry it up, ladies!’

Miss Stokes’ voice echoes off the changing room walls, making me jump, pulling me out of my daydream. I look around. Had I been staring at Willow? Of course I had. How could I not, when my gorgeous, strawberry blonde teammate is standing just a few feet away?

I’d watched as she left the showers, wrapped in her towel, her wet hair dripping down her back. I’d watched as she had peeled off the towel and dropped it on the bench, taking in her pale skin, the faint freckles that pepper her shoulders. Her handful sized breasts with their small nipples that are only slightly darker than her flesh.

Our teacher claps her hands to reiterate her insistence that we all hurry up, and I glance around to see if anyone has noticed me watching our classmate. Beside me Penelope is buttoning her blouse, Lilly is tying her shoes, and at the other end of the changing room Victoria is making Talulah laugh and causing Stephanie to shake her head in exasperation.

I watch the three friends; Talulah standing in her skirt, her large breasts testing her bra clasp. Stephanie, always the first to get dressed, is brushing her thick blonde hair, and Victoria, always the last, is pulling her knickers over her tight bottom.

There had been a brief period where I’d had a crush on Victoria, attracted to her firm body and pretty face. But I’m quiet and shy, whilst she’s boisterous, and I find her confidence a little scary - even though I’ve never seen her be anything but kind to our other sixth form classmates and the younger girls in the school.

It was around that time that I had started to notice Willow. Her name suits her perfectly; slim, delicate and quiet, with large framed glasses. And I’d found myself fantasizing about brushing her long red hair from her face as we kiss. But despite her fragile appearance Willow is one of the best on the netball team, a fearless hockey player, and passionate about sustainable engineering, spending a lot of her free time in the lab with her hair tied back and safety glasses on her pretty face.

But I don’t even know if Willow likes girls the way I do, and it worries me that I might be the only one who does. What would the others say if they found out?

I stand up, pulling my knickers on under my towel, dropping it in my bag and picking up my bra, putting it on. I look back at Willow who seems to turn her head.

Had she been watching me? Does she like me back? But I’m sure that my feelings are not reciprocated.

Buttoning my blouse I steal another glance at her and she smiles, picking up her bag.

***

‘And don’t forget, ladies.’ Jess Stokes raised her voice above the chatter that echoed around the changing room. ‘We have a tournament tomorrow, so we’ll meet here at 6am with your overnight bags.’

‘Oh miss!’ Stephanie said stopping tying her tie, her head falling back. ‘It’s that scary old school that’s miles away and has the really small dormitory isn’t it.’

‘You don’t have to play,’ her teacher threatened.

‘No, it’s not the playing,’ Stephanie replied, ‘it’s the tiny dormitory. Last time Victoria and I had to share a bed.’

Victoria’s head snapped around to look at her friend. ‘Why? What’s wrong with sharing with me? I’m your best friend.’

‘You are my best friend,’ Stephanie replied. ‘And I love you, but you take up too much room. You kept pushing your bum into me in the night.’

Victoria huffed in response.

‘Well, unfortunately you’re just going to have to put up with it,’ their teacher said, walking towards her office. ‘Because you’re one of our best Wing Attack players.’

Stephanie suddenly looked pleased with herself as Victoria walked over to her, mock seriousness on her face. ‘You should feel lucky that you had my bum pressed against you,’ she said. ‘Lots of people would love to be that close to my bum.’

‘It is nice,’ Stephanie giggled, slapping Victoria’s bottom as she walked away. ‘I just don’t want to share a single bed with it.’

But Victoria hadn’t finished with her performance. ‘And can I just ask, ladies,’ she said clapping her hands in imitation of their teacher, ‘that we don’t have a repeat of last time we were away, where there was lots of suspicious creaking of beds and stifled moans and pants.’ She looked around the room in authority. Some of her classmates laughed while others averted their gaze, cheeks going pink. ‘Yes,’ she continued. ‘You know who you are.’

‘Victoria!’ Jess shouted from her office. ‘That’s enough! Stop being a cow and stop taking the piss!’

Laughter rippled around the changing room and Stephanie put her hand to her mouth. ‘She said a swear,’ she whispered.

‘Miss,’ Victoria called, ‘you said a swear.’

‘Victoria Williamson,’ their teacher replied from her office. ‘If you have reached the age of eighteen years old and you think “taking the piss” is swearing you’re going to be extremely upset when I tell you to fuck off to your next lesson.’

From her office Jess heard Victoria’s burst of laughter and a round of applause from the rest of the sixth formers.

Molly

I watch Victoria pick up her bag and  throw her arm around Stephanie’s shoulder, patting Talulah on the bottom. As they approach our teacher’s office I can see Miss Stokes’ hand appear from the doorway and Victoria high fives her as she walks past. ‘Good one, Miss,’ she says. ‘See you tomorrow.’

I watch these interactions and smile to myself, wishing I was confident enough to act the way Victoria does. And I wish I had friends like those three have.

Steph is also right, Victoria does have a nice bum, but so does she, and Talulah for that matter.

I pick up my bag and join the rest of the team as we leave the changing rooms.

Willow

‘Well done, ladies,’ Talulah says as we all walk down the long narrow corridor. ‘Good win today.’

We’re all still in our netball uniforms, bags over shoulders. Molly is in front of me, limping. I know she pulled something during the game and is obviously feeling a twinge in her left hamstring.

I watch her, her long brown hair, damp with sweat clinging to her neck. Her gym knickers have ridden up during the game and the cheeks of her bottom are now visible beneath her netball skirt which is flicking up with each limping step.

I feel a rush of excitement at the sight and I glance around to check if anyone has seen me.

But would anyone care?

Do I?

As I look back I realise that Molly is looking over her shoulder at me.

‘Are you okay?’ I ask indicating her limp.

Molly nods. ‘I’m fine, thank you. Just tweaked it a little bit.’

‘A hot shower should help. And perhaps try massaging it, if you can reach.’ As I say it I wish that I could massage it for her, feeling the soft skin of her firm legs as I run my hands over her, pressing the muscles, attempting to look like I’m trying to help, but really letting my fingers move higher until…

Molly nods and I feel my cheeks flush. Stop it. I chastise myself. We’re all going to be sleeping in the dormitory, and you’re pretty sure that you might be one of the girls that Victoria was joking about yesterday.

Not that anyone knows for certain it was me, or who I was thinking about when they heard me.

As we reach the end of the corridor Talulah stops.

‘And now,’ she says, placing her hand on the door handle, ‘as a reward for your hard work today, you get to spend the night in this lovely dorm room.’ She pushes open the door with a flourish.

Behind her Miss Stokes laughs. ‘Yes, and just to add to your delights,’ she says, ‘tomorrow you have a nice long coach journey back to school.’

We all groan as we enter the room.

‘Um, team captain,’ Penelope says, looking around the room. ‘I know maths isn’t really my strongest subject.’

‘Oh, don’t say that, Penny Lope,’ Stephanie says, touching her arm, concern on her face. ‘My cousin always says that once we finish school we’ll never use the maths we learnt anyway.’

Stephanie is sweet and innocent, and she can come across as a bit dopey, but she’s very clever, and I know she excels in most of our subjects. Plus she’s a brilliant netball player.

Penelope smiles at her. ‘Thank you, Stephy,’ she says and I watch her return the touch on her arm. ‘But what I meant was that I don’t think there are enough beds - again.’

‘Oh, for fuck’s sake,’ I hear Miss Stokes say, under her breath.

Victoria has turned to look at Stephanie. Her eyes are large and pleading and we all know what she’s about to say.

‘No!’ Stephanie says, holding up a finger. ‘I’m not having another night trying to sleep on two inches of mattress while you push me with your bum, and then starfish in the rest of the bed.’

Victoria’s face falls in what we all know is fake distress for the benefit of the crowd, and she puts her face in her hands, pretending to cry.

‘Oh stop it!’ Stephanie says as laughter ripples around the room. But she still puts her arms around her friend’s shoulders, pulling her in for a hug, causing Victoria to let out a loud fake howl. Stephanie pats her on the back of her head, eliciting an ‘ow!’ from her friend.

Talulah has turned to our teacher. ‘Miss,’ she says. ‘I thought they said they’d fixed this problem.’

‘They did,’ Miss replies. ‘Ladies, get showered and I’ll go and speak to someone about the sleeping arrangements.’

And so here I am, in the showers once again, with my teammates naked around me. It’s difficult not to look, especially when Molly is here. I sometimes think she’s looking at me, but I’m never entirely sure. She could just be being friendly. How are you supposed to know? Should I tell her I like girls and hope she says she does too?

But what if she doesn’t? I don’t think she’d laugh or tell anyone else, but it might make things awkward.

I had often wondered if I was gay. I’d always talked about boys to my friends but not really been interested, finding myself more attracted to female pop stars and actors. And then I’d started to notice Molly.

We don’t share any classes other than netball and so that's the highlight of my week. Seeing her in her netball kit and getting undressed makes me breathe a little harder and my stomach do somersaults.

The showers in this dormitory consist of shower heads on one wall instead of separate cubicles like in our school, and as I stand under the hot water I see Molly limp across the tiled floor wrapped in her towel. I know I should look away but knowing that her flat stomach, her pert breasts and the gap between her thighs are only concealed by her thick towel is just too tempting.

Molly

I wait for one of the shower heads to become available. I’ve seen Willow standing under her shower and I’m hoping that Lily, who is next to her, will finish so that I can take hers.

‘How’s your hamstring?’

It takes me a moment to register that the question is directed at me and I turn my gaze away from Willow.

Beside me Talulah is wrapped in her towel, her hair still dry.

‘Oh, it’s not too bad,’ I say. ‘Just a twinge I think. I’ll be fine.’

Talulah nods. ‘Well, I think Willow was right, a hot shower and a massage would probably help.’

‘Probably,’ I agree. ‘The long shower might have to wait until we get back to school though.’ I indicate the minimal number of shower heads.

Talulah laughs. ‘It’s not the best,’ she says. ‘But perhaps someone will let you share.’ She nods and I turn.

Willow has stepped to one side and is motioning for me to use her shower. I turn back to look at Talulah who smiles and winks.

I feel my cheeks burn as I quickly hang my towel and toiletry bag on a hook and limp over to where Willow is showering.

‘Thank you,’ I say trying to calm my nerves, stepping under the water. I let it run over my face so that I don’t have to look at her, naked, next to me. Even though that’s all I want to do.

‘Do you have your shampoo and shower gel?’ Willow asks.

I sigh. ‘It’s in my bag on the hook. I’ll just get it.’ But before I can wipe my eyes Willow speaks again.

‘Don’t worry,’ she says handing me two bottles. ‘You can use mine.’

‘Thank you.’ I take the bottles, and try to look at Willow’s eyes and not her wet body.

‘My pleasure,’ she says, turning to rinse her hair. As she moves, her leg brushes against mine, the feel of her soft skin making me tingle. The sensation is both shocking and delightful.

‘I’m finished.’

I hear Lily’s statement from beside me but I can’t see her for the shampoo that is running over my face. My stomach drops. I know I should really step over and use the now vacant shower head. But before I can move I hear Talulah call, ‘Mine!’

I squint with one eye and see her tossing her towel onto a hook before she steps under the shower letting the water run over her naked body.

Willow

‘Okay ladies,’ Miss Stokes says, walking into the dormitory.

I’m still thinking about Molly sharing my shower, wet and naked next to me.

Around the room we’re all in various states of dress, some of us are still wrapped in towels, others in pyjamas, and I can’t help notice the lack of bras under sleepwear. Particularly Molly whose breasts are moving under her pyjama top, her nipples almost visible through the material. I try to ignore the sight and listen to our teacher.

‘I’ve asked the school about some extra beds.’

Some of the girls clap at the news, but I know Miss Stokes hasn’t finished.

‘But they don’t have any, so I’m afraid we’re stuck with what we have.’

A groan moves around the room and I see Victoria turn to Stephanie.

‘No!’ Stephanie says, raising her hands.

I smile at those two again.

‘Miss!’ Victoria shouts. ‘Can you tell Stephanie. She’s bullying me.’ She looks at her friend. ‘You know,’ she says, ‘this could really affect me in later life.’

‘Yes, well it will affect me tonight,’ Stephanie responds. ‘I need to sleep, and I can’t do it with your hot body next to me.’

Victoria smiles cheekily. ‘You think I have a hot body?’ she says, stepping forward, stroking Stephanie’s hair. ‘I had no idea you were so attracted to me.’

I smile and I wonder if Victoria is attracted to girls, but actually I think this is all part of her act.

Stephanie bats her hand away. ‘Stop it. You know what I mean. Sleeping next to you is like sleeping with a radiator.’

And then the two friends fall into fits of laughter.

‘Alright girls,’ Talulah says, taking over from our teacher. ‘We’ll just have to deal with this and decide who’s sleeping where. And I’m afraid it looks like two of us are going to have to share.’

In the far corner I see Molly putting her kit in her bag. She looks up and I watch as she dries her hair, and I wish I could dry her hair for her.

I glance around to check no one is watching. Seeing that everyone is  distracted I look back, taking in Molly’s  bottom covered in thin pajama trousers. Suddenly she looks up and catches my eye. I’m about to look away but that would make it too obvious, so I walk over to her as she runs her fingers through her long wavy hair.

How’s your leg?’ I ask.

She smiles, and I feel the skin on my chest and back warm.

‘It’s okay,’ she says in her sweet voice, ‘thank you. I’m sure a good night’s sleep will help.’

I nod. ‘Look,’ I say, feeling nervous. ‘Everyone is going to argue about who’s sharing a bed, but I’d be happy to share with you. If you want to.’

Molly

I feel my heart race and my mouth goes dry. ‘Oh, y…yes,’ I stammer.

‘Okay.’ Willow looks at me, pushing her glasses up her pretty face. ‘But only if you’re happy to.’

‘Yes, yes,’ I reply, trying to quell my excitement and nervousness, and not sound too eager. ‘I’m happy to do that.’

‘So how are we going to decide who’s sharing with who?’ I look past Willow at Victoria who has asked the question.

‘Whom,’ Imogen corrects her in her sweet, cultured accent, which causes Stephanie to snort and Victoria to shove her playfully.

‘I don’t mind sharing with Molly,’ I hear Willow say. Her voice is close to me but sounds like it’s coming from down a long corridor. ‘If that’s still okay with you?’ she says looking at me.

‘Um, yes, that…that’s fine with me,’ I say, I think, a little too quickly.

‘Excellent!’ Miss Stokes says. ‘Thank you ladies. Stephanie, I think you owe Molly and Willow a thank you for saving you.’

‘Hey!’ Victoria says.

Stephanie laughs. ‘Yes, thank you girls. I’m very grateful.’

‘You’re such a cow,’ Victoria says. ‘I don’t know why I love you.’

Willow

I’m not sure what I was thinking when I asked Molly to share with me.

Do I think something is going to happen? - in a room full of our teammates who, at this point, are attuned to listening out for anyone who might have succumbed to their lust and is touching themselves? Trying, and likely failing, to stifle their sounds of pleasure.

I’m not sure what I’ll do when we finally get into bed together. Despite my arousal at the thought of being next to pretty Molly, as I have come to think of her, I will probably fall asleep and wake up wondering if I’ve embarrassed myself by snoring or touching her in my sleep.

I watch as Molly finishes getting ready for bed. She’s wearing light blue pyjamas, and when she bends over to slide her bag under the bed I look to see if she is wearing knickers, chastising myself for doing so, but still noticing the panty line around her bottom.

Molly

‘Which side would you like?’ Willow asks me. The room has quietened down and most of the girls have gone to bed and just one light is still on.

‘I don’t mind,’ I reply, looking nervously at the single bed. I look up at her. She looks a little apprehensive, but I don’t think she is as nervous as me.

‘Okay, I’ll take this side,’ Willow says, leaning over to pull back the covers. I watch as my friend’s hair falls around her shoulders, her pink pyjama top gapping open, exposing the top of her breasts. I long to see her nipples, but the buttons deny me. Realising that I’m staring again, I look away, checking my own pyjama buttons, before pulling the covers back on my side and sliding into the bed. Willow takes off her glasses, reaching under the bed to put them on her bag.

‘Okay, I’m turning out the light now,’ Talulah says as she pads barefoot across the room, her large breasts bouncing unrestricted under her pyjamas. We’re all very different people but when we’re away for matches we all wear similar nightwear, and I wonder how many of us sleep like this in our own rooms, and how many sleep naked. Does Willow?

‘Yes,’ Victoria calls as the room falls into darkness, ‘and no loud moaning please, ladies.’

‘Victoria!’

‘Sorry, Miss.’

Willow

My heart is pounding so loud that I wonder if Molly can hear it. We are lying in the dark, side by side, our hands almost touching, our legs only inches apart. Do I say something? Do I touch her?

Molly

The talking and laughing elicited by the light going off has died down, and has been replaced by deeper breathing and soft snores.

I lay still, staring into the darkness above me, my heart beating fast with my pretty crush lying next to me.

I can’t tell if Willow is asleep despite our close proximity in the small bed, but I can almost feel her body heat emanating from her. I lie still taking in the occasional waft of her scent; her shampoo, her fresh pyjamas, her clean skin.

I think I feel Willow’s hand move closer to mine. Had she meant to touch me? Was that her finger touching mine? Should I move away? Closer?

And then I feel Willow’s hand move, suddenly holding mine.

I freeze.

Does she think I was trying to touch her and has held my hand to stop me? But Willow is silent and the grip of her hand is soft, affectionate. My heart pounds and I feel my nipples rise, stiffening like when I leave the dorm on a crisp spring morning before the sun has crested the buildings. My stomach somersaults.

‘Are you okay?’ Willow whispers in the dark.

‘Yes,’ I reply. ‘Are you?’

‘Yes.’

We fall silent, Willow’s hand still holding mine.

‘Is this okay?’ she asks. ‘Me holding your hand.’ she says when I don’t answer.

‘Yes.’ There’s a pause. ‘It’s nice,’ I say, not wanting her to think I’m just placating her.

‘Can I kiss you?’ Willow asks.

I feel my stomach flip again, and the dampness between my thighs, that has been there since the showers, increases, but my excitement beats my embarrassment in their battle.

‘Yes.’

I feel the pillow move as Willow turns onto her side, and I turn to face her in the darkness. I can feel my friend’s warm breath on my lips, and even though I can’t see her, I know that her pretty face is right in front of mine. I try to stare through the dark to see her. And then I feel her leaning in, pressing her lips softly against mine.

Willow

My cheeks burn as I kiss Molly for the first time - anyone for the first time.

Molly

I’ve never kissed anyone before, and I don’t know what to do.

Mouth open?

Closed?

Where do I put my hands?

At my sides?

On Willow?

On my head?

How are you supposed to know this stuff?

Willow’s kiss is tentative, but as I kiss her back I feel her mouth open and her tongue runs gently over my lips. At first the sensation feels strange, and I’m unsure how to respond. But then, as my courage grows, I open my mouth, letting our tongues touch, letting out a soft moan.

‘Sshhh,’ Willow whispers with a giggle. ‘We’re not alone. But I wish we were.’ And so do I. I don’t know what’s going to happen next but I can feel my nipples are so hard, and I’m making my knickers wet. Willow kisses me again, our tongues touch, and I have to fight not to let out another moan or move in case the bed creaks.

Willow

My tongue slides over Molly’s. She tastes of toothpaste, all minty and fresh, and I wonder what her skin will taste like. My nipples are aching and I want to feel hers in my mouth. My heart is racing, but I know I have to be brave.

‘Can I touch you?’ I whisper. I feel her freeze and I think she’s going to pull away. But then I feel her nod and she whispers ‘yes’ against my lips.

I move slowly, so as not to make any noise, and try to unbutton her pyjamas, but I fumble in the dark.

I take a breath, compose myself and turn the buttons, feeling her top loosen with each one. I don’t know how many buttons I’ve undone and I feel myself fumbling again.

‘It’s open,’ she says, and I slide my hand inside, touching the soft skin of her tummy, inching my way up over her ribs until I can feel the side of her breast.

Molly

I feel Willow’s hand slide across my skin and move closer to my breast, and I think I’m going to explode. She reaches the curve at the side and stops, but I can’t stand it, my body is trembling.

‘You’re shaking,’ she whispers.

I can only nod in agreement, and then she gently pushes me onto my back. My pyjama top opens and I feel her hand move up over my breast, her fingers stroking my nipple. And it’s all I can do not to call out, not to say her name into the darkness.

Willow

Molly’s nipples are just as hard as mine, they feel like stiff little buds. She flinches when I touch them, but I’m being gentle so I know I’m not hurting her.

I can feel her stomach rising and falling with her shallow breaths and I move closer, wanting to feel her nipples with my mouth.

The bed creaks and I freeze, I don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing. Molly tenses at the sound, but when none of the other girls react, I inch closer.

I can’t see her in the dark and so I place my lips on her skin, trying to work out which part of her body I’m touching. This feels like her shoulder so I move up to kiss her neck, the softness of her flesh awakening something inside me that makes me want to bite her - not hard, just enough to feel her beneath my teeth. But I don’t want to hurt her or leave a mark.

The skin on Molly’s breasts is covered in goosebumps, and my fingers gently stroke her nipple. I move my mouth lower, feeling her collar bone and then the rise of her other breast. She trembles more and I feel more goosebumps beneath my lips as I kiss lower. And then I find it, my lips touching her nipple. I hear her gasp and I circle it with my tongue, and I begin to suck, as if I have the ripest of raspberries.

Molly

I can barely keep still. Willow’s fingers are teasing one of my nipples while her lips are gently sucking the other, her tongue circling it. I’ve never felt this before, so much better than when it’s my own touch.

My breathing is shallow and ragged, and I’m sure that if there was any light in this room my vision would be blurry.

This is so intense. I want her to stop, but I want her to do it more. I want to moan and laugh, and I want to cry.

My hips are moving in time with the swirling of Willow’s tongue and the teasing of her fingers.

Suddenly she moves again. I feel her other arm move around the back of my neck, snaking around until I feel that she is replacing her other hand on my breast, her free hand now moving down over my tummy.

She reaches the waistband of my pyjamas and I feel her pull at the drawstring.

Willow

Molly’s pyjama bottoms come loose and I slide my hand inside, wondering if I am going too far. ‘Is this okay?’ I ask. I feel her nod quickly.

‘Are you sure?’ I ask. ‘Or should I stop?’

‘Please don’t stop,’ she whispers close to my ear.

When my fingers reach her knickers I can feel the heat beneath. She doesn’t tell me to stop so I push on, sliding under the elastic, until I reach her gentle mound.

I can feel the soft hair, neatly trimmed, as I move lower.

I want to remove her pyjamas and knickers. I want to sit up and pull them off her, but I can’t. I have to be quiet.

Molly

This is almost too much. I can’t describe how I’m feeling. My stomach is twisting, and my head spins.

Willow’s hand is inside my knickers and I know I’m soaking wet. And if she keeps moving lower she will feel it too. Is she as wet as me?

‘Is this okay?’ she asks

‘Yes,’ I whisper, my voice trembling.

‘You can tell me to stop,’ she says close to my ear.

I shake my head.

‘I don’t want you to stop.’

I can feel two of her fingers sliding either side of my vagina, but she hasn’t touched my clitoris yet. Is she going to? What will happen if she does? I can’t be loud. I can’t let anyone know that my classmate is touching me like this.

When I’m alone in my room I’m not very loud, but this is different. I don’t know how she will touch me next, and the tension and suspense is making lights flash behind my eyes.

Her fingers are sliding over my lips, and I almost cry out when her middle finger slides over my clitoris. She is almost at my opening, and all I want is to feel her finger slip inside me.

I don’t know what to do with my legs, they’re open but not wide. Do I open them more? Or will she think I’m too easy? But if I don’t, will she stop? I don’t want her to stop. I know if she does, I’ll burst into tears.

So I open my legs a little wider and I feel her finger touch my lips. I gasp and then she slips inside.

Willow

Molly’s knickers and pyjamas aren’t making it easy for me to touch her. I can feel her soft, velvety flesh between her thighs, and it takes all my concentration to keep licking, sucking, and teasing her nipples while I’m picturing my hand on her vagina.

My finger is wet just from touching her lips and I slip it inside - just a little at first, but she is so wet that it’s easy.

I slide deeper and I feel her body tense up, her head pressing into the pillow. She’s quiet, but I can feel she wants to let go and be loud. And I hope that one day we’ll be alone so that she can.

I wonder what she likes, if she masturbates the same way I do. I decide to do what I do to myself.

I pull my finger slowly out from inside her, wet and slippery, and draw it up over her clitoris, drawing small circles. She shudders, and I slip my finger back inside her, making it wet again, before I draw it back up, slowly circling her clitoris again.

Molly

This feels wonderful but at the same time I can’t stand it - it’s so intense. I want to scream, I want to cry, but I don’t know why. Is it because I’m forced to be quiet? Part of me wants to moan and pant, not caring that the other girls are in the same room. But I know I’d have to deal with that later, and I wonder if I’ve already made a sound which they’ve heard.

No, someone would have said something by now.

Willow is making tiny circles on my clitoris, while her mouth and fingers are still teasing my nipples, and it’s all too much. But still not quite enough.

I know that if she keeps going I'm going to climax. But how do I do that and still be quiet?

There’s a low burning around my clitoris, and I know that I’m getting close. I want her to stop so I don’t embarrass us. But I can’t let her stop, because I’m afraid I’ll scream.

I have to do something so I put my hand to my mouth, biting my finger. My orgasm is getting closer but I can feel Willow is struggling to keep up a rhythm because of my knickers. But the subtle changes are making it even better.

When I play with myself I keep the same motion and rhythm all the way through, knowing exactly when I’ll orgasm. But with someone else doing it it’s not as linear, and so I’m ebbing and flowing like a tide.

But now she’s found her rhythm again and I can feel it building. I bite my finger, pressing my hand over my mouth. I’m almost there. My friend is going to make me orgasm in a room full of our classmates.

I can feel my thighs trembling, the backs of my legs are quivering - it’s building. Someone in the rooms stirs, moves, and their bed creaks, but I can barely hear it for the rushing in my ears. The sound of my own heart beating.

I want to climax but I’m afraid; I’m afraid I’ll be heard and laughed at. But I’m almost there, Willow’s finger is stroking me I’m so close to the edge.

And then I tip over.

My orgasm tears through me and I press my hands over my face to try to stifle any sounds. I hold my breath and my whole body convulses as the waves of pleasure roll around my hips. Willow is still stroking me and I think I might pass out. Another wave washes over me, and as it dissipates I clamp my legs closed. All of the parts of me she is touching are now ultra sensitive.

She must know how that feels because she stops her movements; her teasing, kissing, sucking, stroking, and we lie still, her finger still inside me.

‘Who was that?’ a voice calls in the darkness, the question followed by a giggle.

I freeze. I must have made a noise. I’m too exhausted and embarrassed to speak.

‘It was me,’ Willow says, her mouth close to my ear, making me jump. ‘I must have snorted as I was drifting off.’

‘As long as no one is touching themselves,’ says the voice.

‘Penelope!’ Miss Stokes shouts. ‘Be quiet and go to sleep.’

‘Sorry, Miss,’ Penelope replies, then more quietly. ‘How does she always know who it is? Even in the dark.’

Another giggle and then silence.

‘Thank you,’ I whisper.

Willow

I have just given my friend an orgasm, and it was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me. Not that I have a huge frame of reference - or any frame come to that.

And now we’re lying here in the dark, and my hand is trapped between her thighs, my finger inside her. I’ve stopped playing with her nipples because I know how sensitive mine get after I’ve orgasmed, and I can only assume it’s the same for Molly.

My knickers are so wet, and I know I’ll never get to sleep now unless I climax too. But it’s too risky in this room. We almost got caught when Molly made a sound when she came. I’ll have to wait.

‘Are you okay?’ I whisper, my mouth close to her ear.

Molly

It takes me a moment to answer Willow’s question because my head is still spinning, and I’m still having trouble regulating my breathing. Listening to me you would never know that I’m a sporty girl.

‘Yes,’ I finally answer. ‘Are you?’

‘I am,’ Willow replies. ‘Are you angry at me?’

‘Angry? No, of course I’m not.’

‘Good. Did you enjoy it?’

‘It was the best thing I’ve ever felt,’ I reply.

‘Good,’ Willow says, touching my cheek with her hand so that I turn to face her in the dark, and she kisses me.

‘I want to do it to you now,’ I say, suddenly braver than I usually feel.

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea here,’ she replies. ‘I’m surprised we got away with it the first time. But perhaps I can come to your room tomorrow, when we get back to school.’

Willow

Even as I say it I know that waiting until tomorrow evening will be like torture. But I know we have to.

‘That doesn’t seem fair,’ Molly says.

‘It’s okay,’ I reply, kissing her lips. ‘We’ll wait, and then we can be alone.’

I feel her sigh, her legs finally relaxing, and I can free my hand, sliding it out from inside her knickers and her pyjamas.

‘Are you going to sleep now?’ she asks.

‘I think we should,’ I reply. ‘But I need a wee first. Do you remember where the toilets are?’

Molly shakes her head, and I chew the inside of my cheek. I don’t want to go wandering around this creepy school on my own in the dark.

‘Miss,’ I call. ‘Do you know where the toilets are?’

Miss Stokes sighs. ‘They’re at the other end of the corridor.’

‘I know where they are, Miss,’ Talulah calls out. ‘I can show Willow.’

‘Thank you, Talulah,’ Miss Stokes replies.

I hear Talulah’s bed creak, but before I can move I hear Molly next to me.

‘It’s okay, ‘Lulah, I need a wee too, I’ll go.’

‘Are you sure?’ I whisper, and she says yes, kissing my lips.

‘Okay, girls,’ Miss Stokes says. ‘Don’t be too long.’

‘And don’t forget to wipe front to back,’ another voice calls out.

‘Victoria!’ Miss Stokes snaps.

‘You’re right, Penelope,’ Victoria whispers in the dark. ‘She always knows.’

Molly and I climb out of our bed and head towards the door in the dark with her holding her pyjama top closed and her trousers up. Out of the dorm I take Molly’s hand and we hurry down the corridor towards the toilets.