It was the third week of January and the nights were noticeably lighter, although the cold easterly wind made spring feel like a distant hope. The sky was a combination of lead and ochre, foretelling a fine morning as Katie and Daisy emerged from their ha...
“Shit!” Mel said when she saw the figure of a nun waiting at the entrance to the Chapel. “Do you think she saw us?” “I hope so,” Emma said. “Pleasure is always so much more satisfying when you rub it in the face of someone who’s denied it to themselves.”...
The headmaster, Mr. Fuller, did not understand Emma Newell, the girl currently standing before his desk and staring down at him with her large, innocent blue eyes. That was wrong for a start. Over six years in a Catholic girls’ secondary school should hav...
Fiona was sixteen, nearly seventeen, five feet two inches tall, with long dark hair and a lovely fringe. Her breasts were not large but not small either, and she was very happy to show off her cleavage. When she did wear her favoured low-cut vest tops sho...
Suzy was the oldest in her class. Her birthday in September meant she was already sixteen at the start of her last year in school. She was also ahead of most girls, her firm 36C tits had developed quickly. She had used her mother's vibrator and experience...
Bree was very upset. Her mom had a brand new boyfriend, and the old sleaze was making her run his errands. She had to pick him up a package after school. Bree had pouted, but her mom took his side as always. The place was really far out of the way from he...
It was playing on my mind all month. After returning to the single life, I spent the days wondering about the swift satisfaction I had wrapped in cute skirts and satin panties when I was living at home. Thankfully, I worked part-time in a cafe as a server...
“Hi Mrs Harris,” Elle called as she let herself in. “Hi, Elle. Keep an eye on the boys. And call me Jean, for the thousandth time.” Elle had been babysitting for the Harris’ for six months on date nights. She had become almost part of the family — on her...
Alice’s mind was miles away from Father Stephenson’s lecture on the Trail of Tears during 8th period. She’d been an exemplary student all her life, but since turning 18 at the beginning of the school year, she’d been unable to focus on anything but her es...
Warning: All characters in this story are at or above the legal age of 18. This story contains reluctance which may not be suitable for all readers. * * * * * “Save it for outside the classroom, Miss Croft.” The Professor motions with his hand towards the...
Alice leaned her head on her pale, freckled hand and looked out the window of her classroom on the 3rd floor of St. Ignace’s Academy for Young Women, longing for adventure. It was three weeks from Christmas and the Cincinnati snow floated down ever so slo...
A digital message flashes above the elevator door. 1ST FLOOR. RAVENWOOD ACADEMY. The elevator shaft halts its ascent as I hear mechanical wheels rotate and lock. I let out a loud sigh of excitement. I purposely did not watch any reviews or research any ti...
"Send her in, Jeanine. This may take a while, so if you need to head out for the weekend, that's alright," Principal Eriksen said."See you next week!” was the reply he heard over the phone. He had set up a late meeting, and given that it was a Friday, Mr....
11 May 2021 10 May 2021 In all my years as a sullen, mood-swingy, hormonal, pubescent I had never had to visit the Headmaster's Office so I didn't know whether to be excited or anxious. But I'm a perky, pokie, positive, post-pubescent in search of adventu...
10 May 2021 Last night was the worstest night's sleep ever. No sooner had I burrowed my head down into the pillows and squirmed happily to make myself a cosy nest beneath the bedding than the remote control, vibrating, princess plug started buzzing in m...
