Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

After Kirsty's party on Saturday, which had ended with a mess of glorious girl-on-girl fucking between me and her, I had gone home, and woken in the mid-afternoon, where realizing my younger brother was watching had added an extra fillip to my wake-up wank. That was Sunday, meaning Monday was right around the corner, and that in turn meant school. Ordinarily, I would have looked forward to this prospect with dismay, but now I was eager, because at school I could find partners to enhance my enjoyment of my ultra-sensitive vagina. My fingers and imagination were all well and good – better than that, in fact – but I had no doubt that the real thing would be much more so.

I chose my clothing very carefully. I had seen enough teen dramas to know how problematic it could become if I got a reputation for being a ‘whore’ or ‘slut’, or even just ‘easy’… and yet, I wanted sex, and lots of it. I needed to seem demure and chaste most of the time, while being able to turn it on at a moment’s notice if the opportunity arose. After some agonizing, I went with a pleated skirt that stopped a couple of inches short of the knee… and, daringly, no panties underneath. My cotton shirt could hang loose, or be tucked in tightly to hug my curves, and especially if I loosed a button or two at the top.

It took long enough to decide that it almost made me late, and I certainly had no opportunity to try anything right then. The whole morning was a rush of difficult lessons that took all my concentration, and I almost forgot about the wonderful sensation of the open air on my clit. I really can’t recommend enough the combination of going commando and wearing a skirt. I am surprised I didn’t have rivulets of vaginal juices dripping down the inside of my leg from constant arousal.

By the time we reached lunch break, I was not waiting any longer. I wolfed down a couple of snack bars I had brought from home, and went on the hunt. I needed a specific type of guy, in a specific placing for my first test, and I eventually found him. I had seen Daniel, a boy in one of the other classes of my year, around the school, but not given him a second look: a slightly nerdy, unremarkable child. While being by no means a pariah, he had few friends, and was well outside the ‘cool crowd’.
When I spotted him hanging around the courtyard, clearly with nothing to do, and stood just where I wanted, I knew I had my chance. Standing in the corridor, far back enough that nobody else could see me, I stared at him and waited. After a few seconds, he glanced up and saw me. Then I lifted my skirt and flashed him my shaven pussy.

He did such a classical, comical double-take that I almost ruined the moment by laughing. Instead, I placed a finger on my smiling lips to indicate silence, ran my hand sensually down my side, and gestured with my head for him to follow. Then I turned without looking back, and walked down the corridor. Straight to the ladies’ loos, the ones hardly used at this time of lunch. The ones with a bolt on the inside of the main door. At the doorway, I paused, looked back again, and nodded my head for him to follow me in, for as I had hoped, he was only a few metres behind me.