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couldn’t believe it, at one stage I arched my back over to allow Emma to reach me and the camera was looking straight into my cunt, almost like an anatomy lesson. I felt sick.
“Yvonne, you’ve got to do something, can you pull this one from the net?”
“I’ll try,” she replied. “The bastard changed the passwords and access details, so it’s going to be difficult, but I’ll do my best.”
I was thinking about my mom, if she saw that there’d be hell to pay. Her only daughter, engaged in a sexual act, a lesbian sexual act, it would mean that I’d probably have to move school. It wasn’t as if it was a casual kiss or touch, no, it was full blown sex, face screwed up in blissful joy at being totally engaged with my lover.
I went through hell for the rest of the morning, before I saw that video clip I’d started to really enjoy myself at Forest Heights High School for Girls. If mom pulled me out and moved me to another school I’d be back to the beginning. And of course, there was Emma. I met her in the cafeteria at lunchtime.
“Er, Emma, I lent you something last night, do you know what happened to it?”
She looked sheepish. “Don’t worry, I’m looking after it for you.”
She looked down at her crotch. “No, surely not?” I asked her. She nodded and grinned. Allison came and joined us, she looked very unhappy.
“Hey, what’s the problem?” I asked her. “It can’t be worse than mine, surely?”
“You should know,” she said bitterly. “Look, before you came here, Emma and I got on fine, but now I don’t get a look in.”
I was surprised, I looked at them both, but Emma just sat with a small smile on her face, she was elsewhere. Like, down in her cunt.
“I’m sorry, Allison,” I said to her. “I really didn’t know that.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, well, shit happens. You playing hockey today?”
I nodded. “We’ll be cheering on the field, too,” she continued. “We’ve got the use of the coach’s shower room afterwards if you fancy joining us for another shower. I guess I’ll have to get used to being without Emma, though.”
What was she up to, I wondered? But I was amazed at her suggestion of using the showers. “Surely if someone is videoing what we do, it’ll make things worse.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But we hope that we’ll be able to fool whoever is doing it into thinking that we don’t suspect yet. If they see us avoiding the coach’s shower room, they’ll know that we know. How could it be worse, anyway? Which part of you, or any of us, hasn’t been seen on the internet?”
I had to agree, there was a sound logic to our continuing as is nothing had happened.
“Ok, I grinned. “Let’s do it. Fuck ‘em.”
“Or each other,” she laughed.
I noticed the deputy head, Roberta Simonds watching us from the other side of the cafeteria. I wonder, I thought, could it be you? Maybe I ought to go up and ask her, give her nipples a tweak too, see if she was really upset by lesbian activities. But no, maybe it wouldn’t be the best strategy to try.
In the afternoon I got changed for hockey along with my teammates. I loved getting into my sports gear, my short, pleated hockey skirt over the full, white, frilly panties, my singlet in the school colors and the matching socks under my hockey boots. I felt ready to take on the world, I think we all did as we ran out onto the pitch with our hockey sticks, skirts swinging as we ran, showing a tantalizing glimpse of frills as they lifted up and down with the motion. My Glee club friends were giving it their all, leaping and prancing, but somehow it wasn’t enough to spur me on and I failed to score a goal. It was time for a shower.
They were already in the shower, naked. Emma was on her own, under a stream of water, still smiling contentedly. I’d have to get that egg out of her before it drove her crazy. I started to undress, but Allison came over to help.
“You look tired, Helen, let me give
“Yvonne, you’ve got to do something, can you pull this one from the net?”
“I’ll try,” she replied. “The bastard changed the passwords and access details, so it’s going to be difficult, but I’ll do my best.”
I was thinking about my mom, if she saw that there’d be hell to pay. Her only daughter, engaged in a sexual act, a lesbian sexual act, it would mean that I’d probably have to move school. It wasn’t as if it was a casual kiss or touch, no, it was full blown sex, face screwed up in blissful joy at being totally engaged with my lover.
I went through hell for the rest of the morning, before I saw that video clip I’d started to really enjoy myself at Forest Heights High School for Girls. If mom pulled me out and moved me to another school I’d be back to the beginning. And of course, there was Emma. I met her in the cafeteria at lunchtime.
“Er, Emma, I lent you something last night, do you know what happened to it?”
She looked sheepish. “Don’t worry, I’m looking after it for you.”
She looked down at her crotch. “No, surely not?” I asked her. She nodded and grinned. Allison came and joined us, she looked very unhappy.
“Hey, what’s the problem?” I asked her. “It can’t be worse than mine, surely?”
“You should know,” she said bitterly. “Look, before you came here, Emma and I got on fine, but now I don’t get a look in.”
I was surprised, I looked at them both, but Emma just sat with a small smile on her face, she was elsewhere. Like, down in her cunt.
“I’m sorry, Allison,” I said to her. “I really didn’t know that.”
She shrugged. “Yeah, well, shit happens. You playing hockey today?”
I nodded. “We’ll be cheering on the field, too,” she continued. “We’ve got the use of the coach’s shower room afterwards if you fancy joining us for another shower. I guess I’ll have to get used to being without Emma, though.”
What was she up to, I wondered? But I was amazed at her suggestion of using the showers. “Surely if someone is videoing what we do, it’ll make things worse.”
“Maybe, maybe not. But we hope that we’ll be able to fool whoever is doing it into thinking that we don’t suspect yet. If they see us avoiding the coach’s shower room, they’ll know that we know. How could it be worse, anyway? Which part of you, or any of us, hasn’t been seen on the internet?”
I had to agree, there was a sound logic to our continuing as is nothing had happened.
“Ok, I grinned. “Let’s do it. Fuck ‘em.”
“Or each other,” she laughed.
I noticed the deputy head, Roberta Simonds watching us from the other side of the cafeteria. I wonder, I thought, could it be you? Maybe I ought to go up and ask her, give her nipples a tweak too, see if she was really upset by lesbian activities. But no, maybe it wouldn’t be the best strategy to try.
In the afternoon I got changed for hockey along with my teammates. I loved getting into my sports gear, my short, pleated hockey skirt over the full, white, frilly panties, my singlet in the school colors and the matching socks under my hockey boots. I felt ready to take on the world, I think we all did as we ran out onto the pitch with our hockey sticks, skirts swinging as we ran, showing a tantalizing glimpse of frills as they lifted up and down with the motion. My Glee club friends were giving it their all, leaping and prancing, but somehow it wasn’t enough to spur me on and I failed to score a goal. It was time for a shower.
They were already in the shower, naked. Emma was on her own, under a stream of water, still smiling contentedly. I’d have to get that egg out of her before it drove her crazy. I started to undress, but Allison came over to help.
“You look tired, Helen, let me give
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