The bus going into Derby was almost empty. Thank God, so we were able to sit upstairs at the back and enjoy a little bit of mutual fingering.
I was all for taking her knickers off and getting down on my knees to eat her, but when she pointed out the mirror to me, that the driver used to look upstairs, I decided that perhaps he may not appreciate a view of me with my mouth clamped onto my friend’s sweet little cunt.
The bus dropped us off opposite an indoor market called the Eagle Centre and we found loads of stalls selling sexy underwear. At one such stall manned by a beautiful young Asian girl. We bought dozens of different pairs of panties and bras.
A few lacy little suspender belts and several sheer baby doll sets had me practically dripping at the thought of wearing them for my new found lover and by the way she was looking at me, I gathered she was thinking the same.
“Can you help us?” Sammy said in a whisper to the girl.
“Yes of course, what is it you want?”
“My friend and I were wondering if you would get someone to buy us some vodka.”
The girl looked doubtful for a moment, but then she smiled and shouted something in Urdu to a man at the next stall. He nodded and grinned at us and the girl said she would be glad to help us.
We each gave her a fifty-pound note and while her uncle or whatever stood smiling at us (ogling would probably be a better word), off she went with instructions to get as much vodka as the £100 would buy.
The vodka as well as the clothes were far too much to tote around so we asked her if we could leave them at her stall until we returned and of course she agreed, so off we went in search of the more mundane cleaning materials.
By the time we’d finished, we were hopelessly overloaded so we flagged down a taxi and got him to do all the donkeywork for us. His name was Fred and he was really obliging. Running up from the loading bay beneath the Eagle Centre and back down again, the meter was ticking of course, but nobody works for nothing.
It was late afternoon when we arrived back at the school and after rewarding Fred with a very generous tip, we decided to dine with the others in the refectory.
Apparently, word had got around about our confrontation with the cleaning lady. The lady who served our meal ignored us until the queue had passed us and then said very quietly.
“Be careful, young misses, you’ve made a bad enemy there. You mark my words, she’ll do for you if she can. Her daughter’s nice though. Bless her she’s a lovely girl, but she’s under her mother’s thumb.”
We thanked her and sat down with our meal.
“What do we do Tammy?” Sammy hissed and I giggled.
“Well for a start, you can stop talking out the corner of your mouth like Humphrey Bogart.”
“Humpty who?”
“Oh never mind.” I laughed. “I presume she means that cleaning woman, so all we have to do is to keep the curtains drawn while we’re, well you know.”
“Fucking?”
“Yes, fucking.” I giggled and felt a delicious wetness in my knickers.
We went straight back to our cottage after the meal, eager to continue our explorations with each other.
She started it as soon as we got in, by hitching up her school skirt until I could just see the cheeks of her bottom peeking out beneath it, I caressed it as we kissed behind the door and to surprise each other, we took our purchases into our own rooms to change.
I couldn’t believe how she looked when she knocked on my door and asked if she could come in.
“I’ve got some vodka.” She giggled as if I wouldn’t let her in without it.
I opened the door and she swaggered in.
“Wow.”
I felt an instant wetness seeping into the little scrap of nylon cupping my sex as I saw her. She had on a sheer black dress over equally sheer black panties and black silk stockings. She looked gorgeous and I actually felt a weakness in my knees when I looked at her.
“You like?”
“Oh God Sammy,” I croaked. “You’re beautiful.”
“No I’m not,” she said shyly. “I think I’m pretty, but I’m not beautiful.”
I took the bottle of vodka from her and laid it on the dresser, hand in hand we walked over to the bed where I sat her down and knelt between her thighs.
“No, Tammy, no let me look at you first please.”
I shook my head.
“No, no way, you’re far too gorgeous for me to wait. I’ll wet my knickers if I don’t get at you now.” And very tenderly, I kissed the front of her panties.
Just that one gentle kiss set her off. She moaned and gave in to her natural urges. I pressed my tongue against the delicate material and tasted her moisture as the wetness seeped through. She put her hands on my head and began to move against me, undulating her hips like a belly dancer.
It began as a whisper.
“Tammy.”
I slipped a finger under the tight nylon and found her anus. I wanted every part of this little goddess. She sighed as the finger slipped in easily.
“Tammy,” she whispered again, “I’ve never done that bef-“
Her voice trailed away while she concentrated on the pleasure my mouth was giving her. The hands in my hair became claws as she gripped it. Her cunt still not in actual contact with my mouth, but the nylon became soaked with her juices; her sweet, fragrant sex juices that I drew out of her and that she gave to me willingly, wantonly even.
She was no longer a frightened little girl at a new college, but a woman, a stunningly beautiful and desirable woman.
I’d dressed very similarly to her, but in white; a bad choice, I thought because I knew the thong would be soaked already as I feasted at her pussy.
She squirmed eagerly on the finger in her bottom, for saying that she’d never done it before, she was absolutely loving it.
“Tammy,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum.”
“Mmm yes go on, let it go,” I answered through a mouthful of pussy, but I couldn’t have stopped her if I’d have said no.
I’m not sure whether or not she misunderstood me, but something happened then that sent me over the edge with her into a mind-blowing orgasm, so powerful that it actually frightened us both.
I knew she was on the verge of cumming, but suddenly her knees locked. Her breasts trembled and her rectal muscles gripped my finger, keeping it knuckle deep inside her bottom.
She tried to speak, I think, but a squeal came out instead along with a flood of urine into my mouth. It shocked and surprised me, but her hands gripping my hair kept my mouth in place clamped onto her delicious little cunt. Some splashed onto my new dress, but the majority went down my throat. I gagged a little bit at first but then I realised that she hadn’t intended it. The little darling had lost control completely and probably didn’t even know it.
She did though, as gradually the orgasmic tremors left her, she sank to the floor and her eyes filled with tears.
“Sammy.” I pulled her into my arms. “Why are you crying, darling?”
But she pushed me away and drew her knees up under her chin while she cried. The sight of her curled up in a little ball sucking her thumb brought tears to my own eyes and I reached for her again. This time, I resisted when she tried to push me away.
“No, Tammy, no, sweetheart, don’t push me away. I love you. I loved what you did. It was beautiful.”
Her eyes opened and she looked at me, far from convinced.
“You’re just saying that to be nice.”
“Look at me, Tammy. I’m crying too. Listen to what I’m saying to you. I liked it. I want to do it again. Please, darling, don’t do this to me.”
She was quiet for a while, content just to cling to me whilst her sobs subside.
“You can’t have liked it, Tammy. It’s nasty.”
“Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. It’s not nasty. It was from you so it can’t be nasty. I came as well I enjoyed it so much.”
She thought about it for a moment,
“Really?”
“Honestly, look at my knickers. They’re soaking.”
“How can anyone like that?”
Now it was my turn to feel embarrassed.
“Sometimes, I masturbate, like everyone else and sometimes, when I climax really hard, I squirt. I’m not sure but I think a lot of people do.”
She looked at me waiting for me to go on, but I was floundering.
“I’ve done it over my fingers and then tasted it. It was lovely, Tammy, honestly.”
“Yeah but you actually swallowed it.”
“It’s sterile, Sammy, if it’s fresh like yours was. You can’t catch anything from it, darling, believe me.”
I wasn’t really sure, I just hoped I was right.
Again she was quiet for a few minutes while she considered it.
“All right then do it in my mouth, now.”
“I can’t, darling, I need a few more drinks first.”
“See, I knew you wouldn’t?”
I slipped my hand up beneath her little dress and cupped her breast.
“Let me have a drink or two and then I promise you that ill do it, Sammy, and that’s a firm, solemn promise.”
As we kissed, I felt her fingers caressing the front of my knickers.
“You are wet, aren’t you?”
“I told you I was.”
“Did you really cum?”
“Fucking hell yes. I came buckets.” I laughed and she laughed with me.
“I must look a sight.”
“You look beautiful, oh.”
The minx had eased a finger into my pussy.
“That’s sex abuse.”
“Probably,” she laughed. “Can I tell you something?”
“Yes go on then.”
“I can’t wait.”
“For what?”
“For you to do what I did.”
“Oh God, Sammy,” I laughed. “Don’t set me off, I want a bit of fun with you first, I think you’re lovely.”
“Shall we get drunk?”
“Yeah.” I giggled we’ve only got a field trip out to Bosworth Field tomorrow.
“Bosworth Field, why have I heard of that?”
“It’s only about thirty miles or so from here, it’s where they had a bit of a scrap in the civil war a few years ago.”
“A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse.”
“That’s the one,” I giggled. “Some old geezer called Richard needed a lift.”
We fell about in a fit of giggles and went downstairs clutching the vodka.
“Did anyone give him a horse?”
“Who?”
“That Richard or whatever his name was.”
“Nah, he got a taxi.”
“Did’nt they have taxis then?”
“Course they did, he got one, didn’t he?”
“Okay.”
