Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club

by

Jacqui Knight

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Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club

Copyright © 2010 by Jacqui Knight

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

chapter ONE

“Could I have a glass of wine, mom, I reckon I’m old enough now? I am eighteen, you know.”

My mother looked around the table at the other women, her three colleagues from the Forest Heights Medical Centre. She smiled at me. “You’re actually eighteen tomorrow, young lady, but I guess it’s ok, why not?”

“Thanks, mom.”

I was wearing my school uniform, dark red and white tartan school skirt, it was so tiny that it barely covered my crotch, but even so it still wasn’t very sexy, especially when worn with thick, dark red tights as school rules insisted, with a white school blouse. Mom had even done my hair in two bunches for tonight with two dark red ribbons tied in bows, I felt like a little kid.

“I want you to try on your new uniform before tomorrow in case anything needs altering, Helen,” she’d said. “Besides, it’ll look smart for when my colleagues come around for dinner.”

Yeah, like little orphan Annie, I’d thought. I poured a glass of wine and sat listening to these fascinating women at our dining table, they were all clever, bright professionals. We’d just finished the main course, mom was an excellent cook, and had sat back to talk. She’d invited them to our home to get to know them, a kind of hello dinner for her new workmates. Well educated and confident, they were also all quite young and beautiful. Mom was thirty five, the oldest of the group, the others ranged from twenty three to just under thirty. I’d noticed that mom enjoyed the company of pretty young women, which suited me just fine. It meant that I could keep up with what was happening outside the enclosed world of girl’s high school, although I would have liked it if my dad came home occasionally. He was an executive with Microsoft, he’d been commuting for the past year and mom had said we would move house so that we could be with him more often, but sadly he seemed to spend most of his waking life at the office. Maybe he slept there too, he never seemed to come home.

I looked up, someone was speaking to me.

“I asked if you were looking forward to your new school, Helen,” Karen Green asked me, the youngest of mom’s new colleagues. She put her hand on my wrist as she spoke, to catch my attention, and looked me in the eyes with a deep smile. Her touch sent a shiver down my spine, it was so cool and smooth. She had dark skin, almost coffee colored, her face was impeccably made up and her clothes were all without doubt designer label. She was so gorgeous, I wanted her to keep her hand on me and she did. A delicious feeling surged through me, what was it about this beautiful woman that I found so exciting? But of course, I knew the answer to that question.

“Yes, I am looking forward to tomorrow, it’s quite exciting going somewhere entirely new.”

“I hope it goes well for you,” she said, her voice low and throaty. My stomach had butterflies now and my hand almost stole automatically down to my crotch to satisfy the familiar itch that was nagging at me from down there.

“I think I’ll clear the dishes,” I said abruptly, getting up and starting to clear the table. Mom looked surprised, I wasn’t noted for being overly domesticated. I got the table cleared and started to load the dishwasher.

“Do you need any help?” I heard Karen say as she same into the kitchen.

I straightened to look at her. “Er, well, I’m not, the thing is...”

She put one hand on my shoulder, the other on my breast and pulled my head towards her.

“It’s ok, Helen, I know what you’re feeling, it’s nothing to worry about.”

“No, it’s not, well...”

She covered my mouth with hers and I felt a delicious, giddy sensation as her tongue explored inside my mouth, it was like taking a powerful drug. I put my hands up and held her to me, returning her kiss with equal passion. I was awkward, gauche, I’d never done this before, not with a woman, anyway. Not many times with a guy, either.

She gently pulled me away. “You’re still a virgin aren’t you?”

I nodded breathlessly.

“You’re very young, very beautiful and very passionate, my dear Helen. You’ve got a lot to think about. If you need a talk come and see me, anytime. Why not wear something prettier if you do come, I’d love to see you in a pretty dress.”

She passed me her card. ‘Karen Green, Clinical Psychologist, Forest Heights Medical Centre’. I put it in the pocket of my blouse. Wear something prettier? Like what? I had a vision of myself in a black satin cocktail dress with a pink sash, pink, high heeled shoes, my hair and makeup done to perfection. Was that what she meant?

Mom came into the kitchen. “Oh, I see you’ve almost finished. Are you coming in to join us?”

“I’ve got a couple of emails to deal with upstairs on my computer, mom. I’ll be with you in about twenty minutes.”

She smiled and pecked me on the cheek. “That’ll be fine. Do you like my new colleagues, dear?”

“Yes, they’re great.”

“Karen is nice, isn’t she?” she said with a strange look in her eyes. Bloody hell, did she suspect? No, probably not, but I’d need to be careful. Maybe it was time for me to get a boyfriend and lose my virginity, but in the meantime there was something I needed to attend to.

I went upstairs to my bedroom, shut the door and pulled down my panties. I lay on my bed and felt down to my crotch, then inside my cunt, deeper, probing, my fingers deep inside. With my other hand I found my clit and started stroking it, gently, Christ, it was so good. My vaginal juices were soaking my hole now as the fiery arousal took total possession of my body and soul. I became more and more excited, but there was something missing. Then a picture of Karen Green came into my mind and now there was nothing missing. I rubbed harder, probed even deeper with my fingers. Should I try putting my whole hand in there? We’d talked about it at school, I’d read about it too but I was a bit frightened. Maybe another time, for now I was really cooking. It wasn’t me that was caressing my cunt, it was Karen, she was lying on the bed next to me, and I pictured her perfect face, her lovely, soft, shiny hair. Her hands became more urgent, I could smell her, the subtle fragrance of her perfume, the even more subtle, rich underlying hint of musk, of her creamy skin, her hair, everything that she was. Harder, faster she stroked me, was that her dress that brushed my face, was that a wisp of her glossy hair that I felt touch my face? It became unbearable, Karen, my sweet lover, I can’t stand much more, then I came, my breath hissed out of my mouth, I had to keep it closed to stop screaming out in the sheer bliss of the moment. That would be something for mom’s new colleagues to talk about, I smiled to myself. My moaning came out in a low hum as my hips bucked up and down for a few seconds, and then it was over.

I opened my eyes, Karen had disappeared, of course. It had been good, but not as good as the real thing would have been, or so I thought. Damnit, I needed a nice boyfriend, one to take my mind off of this girlie adoration nonsense. But it didn’t stop me from taking off my school uniform and putting on my prettiest dress. It wasn’t a black satin cocktail dress, in fact it was a short, dark blue satin prom dress that I kept for special occasions. I checked my makeup and touched it in, then re-made my hair and fastened a matching dark blue satin ribbon on one side. I looked at my black patent high heels, four inches of impossible stiletto heels and thought, why not? I slipped them on and went carefully down the stairs.

“Helen, you’ve changed,” mom said, sounding surprised.

“Yeah, well I thought I’d try and look a bit dressier as we have guests.”

“You look lovely, my darling, very pretty.”

I smiled at her. “Thanks, mom.”

“That’s a beautiful dress, Helen,” Karen said. She paused and her eyes traveled down my body and back up. She knew what had taken place upstairs, it was obvious she did. After a short pause, she said, “is it for ‘special’ occasions?”

I looked at her meaningfully. “Yes, Karen, yes it is.”

She smiled back. “That’s nice. Why don’t you join us, we’ve having a nice girlie chat at the table. Here, there’s a chair next to me.”

I sat down next to her. For the next hour, we played with each other, I prayed that mom and the other women wouldn’t know what was taking place under their noses. Our feet touched and she caressed my foot with hers. Her hand was below the table, underneath the overhanging tablecloth and unexpectedly she pressed her fingertips against my cunt, I felt as if I’d been jolted with high power electricity. I tried to caress her too, in my clumsy inexperienced way, but I doubt she got the pleasure from it that I did from her touch.

At the end of the evening I knew two things, that I was entranced by Karen Green and that I needed to get a boyfriend, to lose my virginity as an escape from my lesbian fantasies. As she left Karen took my hand.

“Don’t forget to contact me if there’s anything you need to talk about,” she said, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks Karen, I’ll bear it in mind,” I replied, my voice so throaty with emotion I was almost choking. Even mom looked at me strangely. “Are you ok, Helen?”

“I might have a cold coming, mom.”

“Look after yourself, dear.”

The following morning I began to get ready for school. I took a shower and then rummaged around for my clothes. I looked in my drawers for underwear, should I wear good old white school panties, or something sexier? My mind touched on an image of Karen and I found a matching bra and panties set, they were cream satin with a dark red ruffled trim. Fuck ‘em, why shouldn’t I feel sexy underneath, especially on my first day? Besides, the dark red trim was the same as the school colors. I put on my underwear, cupping my boobs as I pulled on my bra, thinking of someone else cupping them for me. Karen.

“Hurry up, Helen, you’ll be late,” mom shouted up the stairs.”

I finished fastening my bra and pulled on my tights, the thick, dark red tights that complimented my short, dark red and white tartan skirt. I shrugged into my white blouse, put on my school blazer and I was almost ready to go. I sat at my dressing table and touched in a little makeup, schools got a little irritated if we wore too much makeup. A single dark red ribbon in my hair and I was ready to go. I went downstairs, mom had toast and juice ready. I downed them fast, grabbed my bag and followed her out of the door.

Like schools everywhere, kids were milling around the entrance, parents pulling in and dropping their kids off, like my own mother was going.

“Hi, I haven’t seen you around here before?”

I looked up, a guy of about my own age, tall, slim, very nice looking, standing next to a big, macho looking Chevrolet. I blushed, surely I wasn’t going to score this early?

“Yeah, I’m new, my name’s Helen.”

“I’m John, look, if you need anyone to help show you around town, you know, tell you where everything is, the best places to hang out, whatever, let me know. I take my little sister to and from school every day, maybe I’ll see you when I pick her up, yeah?”

“That’ll be nice, yes. Thanks.”

Wow. I wondered if I was already on my way to achieving my ambition. I wandered into the school and found my way to the office. A miserable old clerk took the details and sent me to the first class, on the way I put my stuff in the locker I’d been assigned the key to. There were other girls clustered around the locker area, looking at me with that ‘who the fuck do you think you are?’ look that teenage girls can do so well. I guessed they would be in some of my classes, they were all about the same age as me. Another thing, most of them were gorgeous. Slim, so artfully made up to look as if they weren’t made up at all, mini skirts just that tiny bit shorter than normal, blouses a little tighter to show off their tits, hair in those tousled styles that looked as if they had got out of bed like that, except that it took an hour to get the effect. In short, they looked classy and sexy. Careful, Helen, I reminded myself, let’s hope that boy looks me up later.

“Hi,” I said to them. “It’s my first day here, I’m Helen Vance.”

I gave them a brief, ‘take it or leave it smile’. Then one held out her hand and we shook.

“Emma Byrne, pleased to meet you,” she said with surprising warmth. She was cute, so cute, a heart shaped face, slim, legs to die for, dressed like me in dark red tartan skirt, red tights and white blouse. She introduced me to the others.

“We’re the Glee club, really, we’re all there is of the Glee club. That’s Amy Mills, Lisa Armstrong, Allison Brokaw, Yvonne Gibbons and Rachel Griffith.” They all looked at me and carried on talking. Well fuck you too, I thought. Emma shrugged.

“Have you got science first lesson?” she asked. I told her that I had.

“In that case, you can come with us. Look, its early days, but I don’t suppose you can sing can you?” she asked as we walked along.

“I used to do song and dance at my old school, but I really want to concentrate on sport, I’m aiming for the hockey team.”

“Really,” she said. “That’s a shame. Well if you change your mind, let us know. We don’t have much to do with the hockey girls.”

And that was that. She rejoined her friends and I felt empty as the cute little Emma left me behind. I lamely followed them and sat on my own in the science class. A crap start to my first day. During the lesson I kept glancing at Emma, she was so, what was the word? Perfect, yeah, that was it. Very pretty in her short skirt and blouse a size too small. She was so slim and moved so elegantly, like a ballet dancer. One of those girls that you wanted to be like. Or to have a crush on. I spent a miserable morning, no-one else bothered to speak to me and I felt sufficiently miffed not to bother with them. At lunch time in the cafeteria, I sat on my own in the cafeteria. Happy eighteen birthday, I thought bitterly.

As I left the school gates, I heard a familiar voice.

“Hi, babe, how did it go?”

I looked up and smiled, it was John Curtis, the boy I had met that morning.

“It was ok,” I said. What I didn’t do was admit the truth, it was my eighteenth birthday and a new day at a new school and I had felt like a social leper.

“Great. Look, on the weekends I normally hang out at the mall, why don’t you and I meet there, we can have a burger and go and take in a movie?”

He seemed a nice enough guy, if a bit forward, but thank Christ someone was a bit forward, no-one else even wanted to look at me let alone spend any time with me.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” I said to him.

“Right, it’s a date.”

The rest of that week was no less dismal that first day. I kept my head down and no-one spoke to me, I didn’t speak to them. Except for John, he met me on Friday after school and we fixed up to meet the following evening at the mall. When I got home, mom asked me how my first week had gone.

“Ok, I guess,” I replied.

“That bad, was it,” she smiled. Of course, she was a psychologist, she understood the way I thought. I laughed. “Yep, it was.”

“It always settles down after the first couple of weeks, darling, you’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

I looked up at her. “Is that your professional opinion, mom?”

She looked at me seriously. “It’s my opinion as a mom who was once in the same situation. And as a psychologist, too,” she grinned at me.

“Ok, whatever,” I replied.

“Karen Green mentioned you, she thought you were really nice, she was asking how it was all going.”

“She said I could talk to her if I ever had any problems.”

“I know she did, darling, she’s very kind.”

If you only knew what she’s like you might be surprised, I thought. Or did she know, mom knew most things? Well, she’d soon tell me if she was worried about it.

The following day, the Saturday, I walked nervously into the mall to meet John. I’d dressed in my short, dark blue satin prom dress. A dark blue ribbon tied in my hair, underneath I’d persuaded mom to buy me some new underwear, matching silk panties and bra in a lighter blue that complimented my dress to perfection. Not that I intended for John to see them, not on the first date. I had the four inch black patent shoes on my feet and I was carrying a black patent purse to match. Ok, maybe I wasn’t Nicole Kidman, but I knew I looked pretty damn good. He came up to me and my stomach flipped. He looked so cool, tight jeans, a loose jacket over a Boss T-shirt, hair styled to perfection, he was a good looking dude, there was no doubt.

“Hi, Helen, glad to see you made it. Fancy a coke?”

“Yeah, that’ll be nice,” I replied. I gave him a relieved smile, thank God he’d turned up. He kissed me, it just brushed my lips, but it ignited a small fire inside me that I hoped would smolder for a long, long time. He bought cokes and we sat chatting happily. Then he took me into the movie theatre and we settled back to watch a film, some kind of action flick, a load of muscle-bound guys running around with guns, not my kind of thing, but I had my boyfriend’s arm comfortably around me and periodically he turned to kiss me, he was so warm, so passionate. Too passionate.

I had to push his hand off my tits for the fifth time, he certainly wasn’t wasting any time. But this was our first date, I wanted to know a little more about the guy before he got inside my matching silk bra and panties. Not that much more, admittedly, but a little bit more would be nice. After the movie, we went outside and he helped me into his car to drive me back, a ten year old Chevrolet Camaro, very racy, a real muscle car. It was well past time for him to get me home, but we sat chatting and necking in the car park for a while, mom wouldn’t be too worried if I was a little late. I felt his hand slide under my dress and inside my panties.

“John, don’t do that, please.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Helen, you and I, you know, we were made for each other.”

His hand didn’t stop, he actually touched my vagina before I grabbed his hand to stop him.

“I said no, John, stop it.”

“Shut the fuck up, you whore,” he snarled. “You’re gonna put out for me one way or the other.”

I grabbed his hand, but he was so strong that he easily shook me off. He tore my panties away from my body, ripping my lovely silk underwear in two as if it was made of paper.

I was terrified, too terrified to fight. There was only one thing to do, I screamed, shouted, emptied my lungs in torrent of noise that echoed around the mall car park. He flung his hand over my mouth and choked my cry, with his other hand he undid his buttons and pulled down his pants. He wasn’t wearing shorts, his dick sprung out, hard, excited, and erect.

“You try screaming again and I’ll break your nose, you fucking bitch, so shut up and enjoy it.”

His hand came off of my mouth and felt around my tits, his other hand was already fumbling inside the entrance to my vagina.

“Please,” I whimpered quietly. “Don’t do this. Please.”

He ignored me and climbed on top of me to fuck me, I shut my eyes and felt the tears running down my face. There was a noise of the car opening, “what the fuck?” then he was dragged off me and thrown out onto the tarmac, I opened my eyes and saw him lying there, hastily tucking his cock back inside his pants. I looked around me, several girls were standing outside the car and two of them started to kick and punch John. When I wiped the tears from my eyes, I was amazed to recognize Emma Byrne and the other girls from the Glee club. She looked at me sympathetically. “Are you ok, Helen, did that bastard hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No, thanks to you people, I’m ok.”

The two girls finished kicking John, who staggered to his feet. I smiled, he was bruised, his jacket and jeans obviously ripped.

“You fuckers, you ain’t got no right to…”

Rachel Griffiths stood in front of him, she was the tallest of the Glee club girls, an athlete, fit and strong. “Oh dear, such bad language.” Then she kneed him in the balls and he hunched over in pain.

Emma helped me out of the car. One of her hands was on my breast, but somehow it was different, not threatening. Our eyes met and she gave me a small smile. “We’d better get you back into the mall, you can use the bathroom to clean up. We’ll come with you to make sure you’re ok.”

We walked through the doors and behind us I heard John’s car starting up and screech out of the lot. We went in the bathroom and they cleaned me up, ten minutes later we were eating a burger and drinking coke.

“How did you find me?” I asked them.

“We saw you with John Curtis, we all know his reputation so we kept an eye on you, we thought it might turn nasty. Don’t worry, he’s a coward, he won’t bother you again.”

I looked at all six of them. “I can’t thank you enough, I owe all of you for what you did. Thanks.”

They grinned. “That’s what we do,” Emma said. “We girls stick together. You ought to think about joining Glee, though, you’ll find it a lot of fun.

I told them I’d think about it. On Monday, it was Emma’s turn to be tearful when she opened her locker and found several photos planted inside, all images of her in degrading positions showing lesbian sexual acts.

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chapter TWO

This time it was my turn to come to the rescue. She was on her own, clutching five large photos, tears streaming down her eyes. I went up to her and she handed me the pictures, they all showed her naked having sex with other girls.

“It’s not me, Helen, honestly, none of them. I don’t understand.”

I put my arm around her. “Hey, we’ll get to the bottom of this, let me look at them more closely.”

I held one of the photos near to my eyes and examined it.

“They’re computer prints, Emma, Photoshop stuff. I’d wager any money that someone has electronically pasted your face onto other photos they’ve downloaded from the internet. See, some of the images are low quality, you can even see the pixels, some of the others are higher quality. They’re not even good fakes.”

“But what if other people see them, they’ll think I’m awful, really horrible.”

“But it’s not you,” I said. “That’s the important thing. You helped me when I needed it, now I’m going to help you. We’ll start looking around the school and hunt down the scum that did this, without giving away what is on the images we’ll say we’ve got a good idea who did it.”

“But we don’t know who it was,” she said desperately.

I smiled. “They don’t know that. We’ll give them something to be frightened about. In the meantime, we’ll find out who it really was, we’re going to get this fucker.”

She held onto me tightly. “Helen, I don’t know what to say.” She was so vulnerable, so soft and gentle, who could want to hurt her? I hugged her and stroked her hair. “Don’t say anything, we’re on a mission now, Emma, we’re gonna take this fucker down.”

She managed a wan smile.

“That’s better,” I said confidently. I kissed her cheek and unwound her arms from me. “We need to get to classes. Let’s deal with this later, we’ll get your Glee club friends to help out.”

Her face was still tear filled. “Thank you, Helen,” she whispered. God, how I wanted to kiss her, to reassure her that I would make it right, whatever it took, she was so special. But I resisted the temptation and we went towards the class room, arm in arm.

I sat at a vacant desk, ready for another lonely lesson, but to my joy, Emma sat down next to me. That was the start, we studied in the same lessons for most of the time and we started to become good friends. I felt fantastic that such a pretty girl was spending time with me, she was a real babe. During the break, I sat with her and her Glee club friends, they tried to persuade me to try out with them but I still wasn’t sure. Emma put her soft, small hand on my arm.

“Look, we’re really short of new people, if you did join us it would be fantastic, think about it, Helen, will you? Besides, we’d make a good team, you and me.”

The pressure on my arm increased. It felt damn good to be wanted, I put my hand over hers.

“I’ll think about it, sure. I think I’d like to look at it, anyway, see if I’m good enough.”

In the afternoon I played hockey for the first time, trying out for the school team. Hockey was a game I loved, from the moment I got changed into my short, pleated hockey skirt and my other kit, I felt good, at peace with the world.

Mom had bought me some saucy, frilly white panties to wear under my skirt, I thought if the spectators were going to see my underwear during a heavy tackle or gust of wind they were going to see something a bit daring. I pulled on long socks and boots, the singlet in the dark red school colors over my white sports bra. My tits weren’t exactly gigantic, although I thought they looked pretty good, but I liked to think I needed a sports bra to stop them wobbling up and down like two rubber balls. Then I joined the other girls on the team and ran out onto the field. To my joy, the cheerleaders were practicing at the same time, I recognized all of the Glee club girls, they cheered when they saw me and pranced up and down in their tiny dresses, the material barely covering their pretty young bodies. I grinned when they jumped really high, underneath the dresses they were wearing frilly white panties the same as mine. Towards the end of the game, I scored a goal and they went crazy, leaping up and down in a flurry of dark red skirts over frilly white panties.

I’d arrived, I thought exultantly, I’d made some friends, good friends who were literally cheering for me. When we went into the changing room they came around to congratulate me. I’d just taken off my little hockey skirt and was standing in my frilly panties. Emma came across to me, she’d taken off her dress and was attired in frilly white panties and a sports bra, just like the one I was wearing. I couldn’t resist taking off my hockey singlet there and then.

“We’re like sisters, twins, you and me,” Emma said, looking at my underwear and then at hers. She put her hands on my panties to look at the material.

“Yeah, I thought so, they’re the same, exactly the same.”

I didn’t say a word, I shivered as her hands touched my hips through the thin material of my panties. She looked at my face and said innocently, “you’re shivering, Helen, are cold?”

I shook my head, I still couldn’t speak. There was an odd expression in her eyes, what was it? A challenge, or an invitation? I couldn’t be sure. Her hands left my panties and I felt a little sorry, then she moved them up to my sports bra and started to touch the fabric around my tits.

“Hey, we really are wearing the same underwear, your bra is the same as mine too. They’re pretty good, aren’t they,” she said as she touched the white fabric, feeling my tits at the same time. I nodded, feeling breathless.

“You should think about the Glee club, Helen, I reckon you’d be perfect, a natural.”

“I will, Emma, honestly” I managed to gasp out. She removed her hands from my bra and went over to her locker to take off her underwear and go in the shower. I caught a glimpse of her nubile, lovely firm young body as she flitted into the shower, God, she was so beautiful. The word, ‘perfect’ crossed my mind again.

As I came out of school the Glee girls ambushed me.

“Hi, we’re all meeting up in the coffee bar in the mall this evening, why don’t you join us?”

I looked at their six eager, pretty young faces.

“Sure, I’d love to.” What else could I say? They were taking me into their group and I felt incredibly happy to be asked to go along. Mom was fine about it.

“Don’t be late, my darling, and make sure your homework is all done before you go.”

“Yes, mom.”

Later that evening we were sat in the coffee bar, talking about the serious problem of the photoshopped pictures in Emma’s locker. Who the hell could it be? I had an idea, although I didn’t want to involve my mom in something with, well, lesbian overtones. I’d have to be careful. But I thought that if I could talk to the right person we might get a profile of the type of person who would take the trouble to mess around with pornographic pictures, assembling them from different sources.

“You mean like Criminal Minds, the TV series?” Yvonne Gibbons asked.

She was the group’s computer whizz, she ran the Glee club website and the other girls insisted she could even make computers talk.

I nodded. “Yep, exactly like that. The thing is, if Emma reports this to the headmistress, it will become public knowledge, but if we can find out who is doing it we can do something about it privately, without the publicity.”

Emma looked at me gratefully. “Thanks for taking the trouble to help out on this, it’s been very upsetting, I’m really worried.”

I smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I know exactly the right person, her name is Karen Green, she’s a colleague of my mom’s, a psychologist, she’s reckoned to be pretty good.”

I thought of Karen, the confident, beautiful woman who had totally entranced me at my mom’s dinner party. She would surely be the right person to approach for some discreet advice, but was it the only reason I wanted to go and speak to her? I knew that I would have to be very careful, I found her totally beguiling, if I wasn’t careful I could wind up, well, what? I thought of her lovely face, her smile, the graceful way she moved her slim body. I knew exactly how it could wind up, the question was, what did I want to happen? I knew what I really wanted, a boyfriend to make love to me, to take away my virginity and flush out my girlie crushes on other women, but so far I’d failed miserably.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Forest Heights lesbian club,” a voice sneered at us. My blood chilled, I knew that voice, John Curtis. But I needn’t have worried. Rachel and Lisa, the girls who had thumped him the previous Saturday in the car park, sneered at him.

“Hi, pencil dick” Rachel said. “Come to buy some penis enlargement pills, have you?”

“Yeah, can’t you get it up, John, are you impotent?” Lisa added, smiling at him.

He glowed red, if smoke could have come out of his head I know it would have. He looked hastily around to see if anyone had heard, then stormed off, leaving a ‘fuck you’ in his wake. Emma started laughing and we all joined in. As our laughter rang around the mall we saw him walk even faster, by the time he hit the door he was almost running.

“Thanks,” I said to all of them. “I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here.”

Emma put her cool hand on my wrist, I felt myself tremble. “I’ll be here for you, no matter what, we’ll all be here, so you don’t need to worry.”

“You’re wonderful,” I said, mainly to her, I think. Then I had an idea.

“Could it be John Curtis who is somehow behind the pictures in your locker?”

Emma thought about it for a moment. “Nah, he hasn’t got the guts, besides, how could he get into a girl’s school without being noticed?”

“He could get someone else to plant the pictures in your locker, you know,” Yvonne said. “Tell you what, I could try hacking into his email and see if I can find anything there.”

I looked at her skeptically. “Can you really do that?”

“Yeah, often I can, it depends which email provider they’re using but its’ not usually a problem. I’ll work on it over the next few days and see what I can find out.”

“I’ll fix up and see Karen as soon as possible, we can meet up afterwards and see where it takes us,” I added.

“Thanks, all of you,” Emma said, but it was me she was looking at. My cellphone rang and it was mom come to pick me up, she was in the car park.

“I’ll walk you out,” Emma said. “Just in case John Curtis is hanging around.”

We walked out of the mall, I realized that unconsciously we were holding hands. I looked across the car park and mom was a hundred yards away, she hadn’t seen us. Emma put her face close to mine. “See you in school tomorrow, Helen.”

She reached up and kissed me gently on the lips, I felt as if I had been hit with a stun gun, an electrical charge that flowed through me and stopped my brain from functioning. Her tongue went inside my mouth, and I didn’t try to stop her or pull back. It was very gentle, after a few seconds we pulled apart and she watched me as I walked over to mom’s car. All the way home I thought about Emma, the lovely, nubile young woman who I was becoming closer and closer to. The question was, did I want it to stop, or not? I think I knew the answer even then.

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chapter THREE

Karen agreed to meet with me, she suggested that I call around to her after school. I rode the bus into town, her apartment was in a trendy, converted loft just outside the central district. I went up in the elevator to the top floor and when the doors opened I found her waiting for me. Immediately I felt sorry that I hadn’t changed, I was still in my school uniform, my short, tartan skirt and white blouse slightly crumpled after the school day. She held my shoulders and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek, holding my hand she led me into her apartment. It was beautiful, furnished with tasteful furniture that looked mostly antique. She was wearing a short, white tennis dress, as short as my skirt, in fact. When she moved, the hem ruffled up slightly to reveal a hint of frilly panties, similar to the ones I wore for hockey. She saw me looking at her dress.

“I had an early finish today so I had time for a quick game of tennis. I haven’t even had time to shower yet, did you have time to freshen up after school?”

I shook my head, maybe it wasn’t the time to say that I normally went home and started on my homework straight away without bothering to shower. I desperately wanted to sound so sophisticated to this lovely woman.

“Ok, why don’t you come into the bathroom with me and we can talk while I shower, is that ok? You can clean up too if you wish.”

I thanked her and we went through to her bedroom, she threw off her tennis dress and wearing only her white bra and panties went through into the bathroom. I followed her and watched fascinated as she stripped off totally naked and went into the shower, she was so worldly, so at ease with her own body. She called out to me, “Helen, strip off and have a wash if you like, I won’t mind and you’ll feel a lot fresher.”

I took off my blouse, skirt and underwear too until I was naked. I went over to the basin, but Karen popped her head out of the shower. Her hair was wet, plastered to her head, her skin wet with water streaming down it, I’d never seen anything so erotic in my life. My stomach churned, as she said, “why don’t you jump in the shower with me, we can soap each other’s backs,” I was already walking forward to join her.

In the shower I stood mesmerized by her slim body, long legs, a beautiful pair of firm tits, narrow waist and that face, so classically lovely, with the water streaming down it to make her look like some mythical water maiden.

“You’re not washing, let me help you,” she said. I didn’t move as she covered her hands in soap suds and started to rub them over me, over my tits. It was like one of my fantasies sprung to life, I unconsciously pushed towards her and she gave a small smile. “Would you do mine, Helen, I’d like that?”

I nodded and took the soap, covered my hands and started to rub and stroke her tits. They were so nice, bigger than mine, perfect. Her eyes closed with pleasure and we moved nearer to each other, then I felt one of her hands slide down and feel around my crotch. She waited a few seconds to see if I would object, but I wouldn’t, couldn’t, I was the innocent princess totally entranced by the delightful prince that had come to show me the path to true pleasure. She rubbed the outside of my vagina, then her fingers slipped inside and she found my clit. Her other hand was still stroking, soaping my tits, it was unearthly. I heard her speaking to me.

“Helen, would you do the same to me, please, I’d like you to a lot.”

“Sure,” I breathed. “I’d love to.” I was still soaping her tits, I moved one hand down to her fanny and felt inside, she stiffened, uttered a small groan as I found her clit. Our lips met and we kissed, desperately, we were both aroused beyond caring, her tongue explored my mouth and I pushed my own tongue into her. Our hands were moving feverishly, bringing each other to a peak of sexual frenzy. I lost it completely, I worshipped this woman, I dropped my head and kissed her tits, kissed her nipples, then sucked on them like a babe. I wanted all of her, to experience every little piece of her, to savor it, to enjoy it, to lose myself in her. She groaned even louder, I pushed my hand further inside her and felt her tremble. My knees were about to collapse, then I felt the dam inside me about to burst and then it did, I came in a shuddering, screaming climax, she was only a few seconds after me and we held each other tightly, our hands in each other’s cunts, the other hand around each other’s bodies, holding tightly together, so tight that we were one body joined by the sheer pleasure of our shared lust.

After a few moments, we released each other. I stepped out of the shower and started to dry myself with a towel, Karen followed shortly afterwards. For a while, neither of us spoke. She broke the silence first.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?”

I shook my head. “Or a man?” she continued.

“No, no, I’m still a virgin.”

She must have heard some of the bitterness in my voice. “It’ll happen sooner or later, Helen. So you’ve really never, you know, done what we just did?”

“No, that was a first. Look, Karen, I’m not a lesbian, you know, really I’m not.”

She laughed. “I didn’t think you were, did you think I was? Of course I’m not, I just look for beauty and excitement wherever I can find them.”

I was relieved, but even as I began to relax, she came and cupped my tits in her hands. She held them and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You’re very lovely, you know, Helen. I hope you’ll come and see me often.”

I could hardly breathe for the effect this gorgeous, exotic woman was having on me. “Yes,” I said throatily. “I’d like that.”

We got dressed, me in my rumpled white school blouse over my sports bra and white frilly panties, as I buttoned my short tartan skirt I sneaked a look at Karen and saw her putting on a tiny, black cocktail dress, it so elegant and understated that I felt totally envious that she owned such marvelous clothes. I dragged a comb through my hair and retied my ribbon, then left the bedroom. She came out shortly after, looking like a million dollars, cool, sophisticated, sexy. She crossed over and gave me another kiss, then sat down on the couch and indicated that I should sit next to her.

“Now, tell me what the problem is, my darling Helen.”

Wow, she called me ‘my darling’, I glowed with warmth and pleasure. I told her about the pictures left in Emma’s locker, that they were fakes, photoshopped by someone.

“The thing is, Karen, it’s not just a matter of Emma being so upset, we’re all a bit worried that there might even be a sex crazed lunatic stalking the school, we’re all a bit worried about it. Besides, if the staff or our parents find out, what will they think of us?”

She was thoughtful for a moment. She took hold of my hand with both of her hands.

“It’s always a difficult one, trying to work something like this out.”

She asked me about Emma, what she was like, how old, then the other members of the Glee club.

“It’s probably a man, I can’t think that a female would do it. Obviously, he’s sending a signal that your friend is some kind of a kinky lesbian, probably he’s been refused by her and this is his way of getting back at her.”

“But how could he get them into the locker?” I asked her.

She smiled. “That’s easy, just find someone in the school who would do it for him. Probably a man that works there. Even a girl that was close to him wouldn’t be too keen on that kind of thing. Not that girls can’t be bitchy, of course, we can be a lot crueler than men when we try,” she smiled. “But of course, any girl doing it runs the risk of being caught and tarred with the same brush, accused of doing the same thing, of being a lesbian. Are there any men working in the school, surely there must be some?”

“There’s the caretaker, Joe Mason, I’ve seen him hanging around. I get the impression that he likes to watch the girls.”

“Hmm. He sounds like a possible. Well, there you are, this John Curtis, or someone like him is your best bet and maybe the caretaker is helping him, it could be someone else of course, someone like him, but at least you’ve got something to go on.”

I thanked her and phoned mom to come and pick me up. Just before she arrived, Karen touched my face with one hand, my breasts with her other hand. She kissed me goodbye. “Do come again, Helen, it’s been lovely talking to you.”

“I’ll do that Karen, it’s been very, er, instructive.”

We both grinned at each other as we heard the doorbell ring and mom was at the door.

“Did you enjoy yourself, darling?” she asked me.

“Yes, thanks mom, I had a great time,” I told her truthfully.

At school the next day we had a few minutes to talk, before Mark Hudson’s history class began. I told them about what Karen’s advice. They nodded their understanding, of course. John Curtis had tried it on with all of the girls and been sent packing, it made sense, and Joe Mason was always hanging around where he shouldn’t be, trying to peek up our skirts.

“We’ll go and check out his workshop, it’s a locked room next to the boiler room. If we find anything in there, we’ll know he’s the one and we can pressure him to tell us who put him up to it.

“What can we do if it is him that’s doing it?” I asked them.

Lisa Armstrong smiled broadly. “I’ve got an idea, I’ve been learning permanent makeup in the beauty salon I work at part time. If he likes us girls so much, why don’t we give him something to help him along?” She explained further and we laughed uproariously. Did I pity Joe Mason if we did find he was involved? Not a bit.

The door opened and Mark Hudson came in. He was aged in his late twenties, a nice looking guy, slim, wearing the usual schoolteacher uniform of button down light blue Ralph Lauren shirt under a tweedy jacket with leather elbow patches. Cord pants, sensible brogue shoes, his dark hair worn slightly long, curly, a nice, warm looking guy.

“Hi, girls, we’ll be looking at events in Europe before the Great War.”

Emma nudged me. “Are you ok on this stuff?”

I told her yes, I’d been through it all at my previous school. In the event, the lesson was a breeze, afterwards, Mr. Hudson talked about the next Glee club rehearsal.

“I’ve got the next routine lined up for you all, we’ll be doing the Queen song ‘Somebody to Love’. It’s a great song, we’ll be turning it into a big song and dance routine.”

The six Glee club girls gave a big cheer, it was a great song. “Allison Brokaw, you’re our lead singer,” he continued. “You’ll be taking the main vocal part and the rest of you will be working up an intricate backing vocal together with a dance routine. But we do need a dancer to pair up with Emma, our lead dancer, for the routine. The other four of you work well together as a dance troupe, so we need to look for someone who can dance to a very high standard to join us.”

I don’t know if they’d staged it, but I knew that it was my cue. I held up my hand. “I’ve done a bit of dancing, Mr. Hudson. I’d like to give it a try.”

“Really? Well, we’ve got a rehearsal after classes today, come down with the other girls and we’ll see how you go.”

He left the room and the other girls came around to thank me for getting involved.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Allison said. “We’ll be the Magnificent Seven.”

We all groaned. But when it came to rehearsals, things went very well. Emma and I had to play lovers, I was given a pair of leather pants and a leather jacket to wear over my blouse. Emma changed into a rock and roll dress, with layers of stiff, flouncy petticoats underneath to push out the skirt. Our routine was quite simple, we had to dance a stylized jive, performing it in a rather exaggerated way.

“Helen, remember, you’re the guy, Emma is your girl, you need to put your hands on her hips and lead her around, Emma, put your hands on Helens shoulders. After the turns, Helen, twist your partner so that she’s close to you with your faces touching as if you’re about to kiss, got that?”

“No problem.”

We got into position. We put our hands on each other, that was it, our eyes locked and there was little doubt how we both felt about each other. I’d done a lot of dance training before and I like to think it showed. Combined with the passion and emotion we felt for each other, the passion that was growing every time we met, there was something about the way we danced that caused everyone to stop and watch. At the end, when I swept her backwards and bent over as if to kiss her, my lips almost brushing hers before I remembered where we were and stopped, everyone clapped and cheered.

“That was sensational, girls, I wouldn’t want to change a thing. We’ll work on that, polish up the rough edges and we’ve got a routine that should take us to the state finals.”

We went into the changing rooms afterwards and I took off the leather pants and jacket and buttoned my tartan skirt back on.

“Helen, I’ve got a couple of tickets for a concert tonight, a rock band. My brother wanted to come, but he’s not very well, mom says he’s to stay at home. How would you fancy coming with me?”

“I’d love to,” I replied. I realized that she had taken hold of my hand. Yes, I really would love to be out on a date with you, Emma, I thought.

The concert was totally out of this world. The band was total crap, of course, but we sat in a dark corner at the back and spent the whole time talking and kissing each other, enjoying the feeling of being together, with a partner that was so alive, so warm and passionate. She shocked me when she put her hand up inside my skirt, under the elastic of my panties and found the entrance to my vagina, but I didn’t want her to stop. I shivered, it was a wonderful feeling and she instinctively understood that I loved it. Her fingers gently stroked my clitoris and when the music was at its loudest, I came to a blissful climax, sobbing with pleasure, my eyes filled with tears I was so happy. I’d been holding her tits, feeling the smooth perfection of them under the thin cotton dress she wore, she obviously had no bra on. When she withdrew her hand, I repaid the compliment and slid my own hand inside her panties and up, up inside her cunt, already soaking with juices as her arousal overcame her. As she got nearer her own climax, I kissed her, pushed my tongue deep inside her mouth and used my other hand to tease her nipples. She groaned once, twice, overcome with her deep feminine feelings, then she came, squirming and twisting, her eyes tight shut. I pulled away and saw her mouth open to scream. The band were playing more quietly so I planted my mouth back over hers and tongued her some more. She heaved to her own climax, and then settled back in peaceful contentment in the seat.

We walked out of the concert hand in hand, saying nothing. There was nothing to say, we were two healthy girls who had found that we shared a strong passion for each other. We caught sight of my mom, waiting in her car to pick us up. Had she seen us holding hands, did she suspect, or what? I had to face it, we were acting like lesbians, one day she’d probably find out. Was I truly a lesbian? Did I care? Of course not, if the right guy came along I’d look at him, but so far, the ones I’d met were all deadbeats.

Mom took Emma home, and we drove back to our place. “You’re getting very friendly with Emma,” was all she said.

“Yeah, she’s nice, “I replied.

“I’m pleased for you, darling, maybe she could come around for a meal one day.”

So she didn’t suspect, good. Emma and I had swapped email addresses, when I got home I loaded my email program and checked my messages. There was an email just in from her. When she had got home she’d found an anonymous email on her computer, directing her to a link on the internet. When she clicked on it there was live footage of naked girls in the changing rooms, even some footage of girls, well, kissing and cuddling, touching each other. It was authentic footage alright, I realized that when I checked out the link. Right, we all did it, or some of us did, but it was supposed to be private, who the hell was this pervert and how did he get the video recorded? Emma was even more terrified, one of the videos showed her kissing Allison Brokaw and touching her body. Then I saw another, Lisa and Yvonne, then another, Rachel with another girl I didn’t recognize. I was relieved that there was nothing of me, at least, not so far.

I sent Emma an instant message, did she have any idea who was behind it? She said she didn’t, what could we do? We swapped messages for nearly an hour, I did my best to calm her worries, although I knew if mom caught sight of me in one of those videos, naked, embracing and kissing another girl, there’d be fireworks. Emma must be feeling exactly the same way. One thing was for certain, we had to find out who it was and put a stop to it fast. Having someone recording live video of us in the changing rooms was completely out of order. Could it be the same source as the photoshopped pictures? I doubted it. Those were relatively amateurish, these were something else, someone with a good knowledge of computers and the internet as well as surveillance video techniques. First things first, we were due to confront Joe Mason tomorrow, we’d find out more then.

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chapter FOUR

The following day we chewed over the new problem. Three other girls had found pictures in their lockers, lurid, porn with their faces photoshopped onto the actors. We had a rehearsal that afternoon and we planned to visit Joe Mason’s lair afterwards. Our dance sequence was electric. The other girls had worked hard on their routine, they were, to put it bluntly, erotic. The ran their hands around each bodies, held each other tightly and several times kissed, it wasn’t simulated, these were the deep, warm kisses of healthy, pretty young girls who were totally into the partner they were dancing with. Emma and I danced our sexy routine, when she held me her hands were holding my tits firmly, when we kissed, it was a strong, loving kiss, whilst our hands touched and groped lower down. Much lower down. Mr. Hudson was obviously embarrassed, it was as explicit a lesbian routine as we could have done without going down on each other and having oral sex. But it was also very vibrant, very arty, and he gave us the benefit of the doubt.

Afterwards, I changed back into my short skirt and Emma put her school uniform back on. She came and nuzzled up to me.

“Gee, Helen, you smell so nice after all that exercise, it’s a kind of sweet, musky smell, gorgeous.”

I knew what she meant. It was an odor that was pure sex.

It was time to visit Joe Mason’s workshop. Emma took me by the hand and led me down to the basement, I was amused to see Lisa and Yvonne holding hands too, Lisa was clutching a little case with her equipment. We arrived in the boiler room and found his workshop locked. Rachel looked around and found a steel lever which she used to snap the lock off the door. We went cautiously inside, what we saw left no doubt about our culprit. The walls were covered with copies of the lurid, photoshopped pictures. Just then, we heard a shout behind us.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on, you can’t go in there.”

Our good caretaker had returned. Rachel and Lisa grabbed him, when he struggled the rest of us joined in and together we managed to push him to the ground. Yvonne was ready for this, she had brought plastic zip closers, the things that they use for holding cables together and the cops use as handcuffs to restrain suspects. While we held him, she secured his arms, and then his legs, the bastard was in our power.

Rachel put her face near his. “Right, you kinky fucker, who put you up to doing all of this, these pictures?”

He blustered and protested, but it didn’t take long to get the truth out of him. John Curtis was his cousin and had talked him into putting the pictures in the lockers.

“I didn’t have a choice, he made me do it,” he shouted desperately

“But he didn’t make you plaster them all over the walls, did you?”

He didn’t reply. We took photos of the workshop walls covered in pornographic images and then took them down and tore them into little pieces.

“What are you going to do now?” the helpless caretaker asked in a terrified voice.

Rachel laughed. “You like looking at pictures of girls, we’ll help you out, Joe. Hold him girls, Lisa, get on with it.”

He tried to struggle but after several kicks decided that it was less painful to stay still. Lisa went to work on his face, half an hour later she had finished. She held a mirror in front of him and he nearly died with shock. She had permanently made up his lips to be full and red, they were very, very feminine, his eyebrows too had been remodeled, she’d shaved off the originals and permanently made up high, elegant arches either side.

“Oh fuck, I can’t let anyone see me like that,” he wailed.

“Think of it, Joe, every time you look in your mirror you’ll see those pretty, girlie lips and eyebrows and have yourself a ball. You’ll fall in love with yourself every morning, you look so pretty. Like a girl.”

He actually looked garish, but in a very feminine way, almost like a pantomime clown, but it was less than he deserved, he’d have to deal with it.

“Don’t forget,” Rachel continued. “Anytime you want to spend ten years in the county jail and the rest of your life on the sex offender’s register, go around and tell everyone who did it to you and we’ll gladly pass on the pictures of your lovely workshop with the fancy wall decorations. Have fun.”

We left him to sort out his own problems. There was still another problem to resolve over the pictures in the lockers, John Curtis, the nasty little fucker who’d dreamed up the whole scheme.

“I’ve got an idea of how to deal with him,” Yvonne, our computer whizz, said. “If he thinks distributing fake porn is so funny, let’s hit him back with the same thing. I’ll put together some pictures of John’s face pasted onto some obscene homosexual porn, see how he likes it. But this time, we’ll plaster them around the town. That’ll make him think twice before he tangles with us girls.”

We were shocked for a few moments, it was a lethal way to get revenge, but the more we thought about it, the more we liked it. Emma smiled broadly.

“Do you need a volunteer to put out the pictures around the town? I’ll do it.”

That was it, we doubled up with laughter. Mr. John Curtis was about to find out what his own medicine was like.

The following day I played hockey again, the cheerleaders were out on the field and I felt as if they were cheering me alone, every time I ran with the ball they were leaping and waving, dancing and chanting, it was wonderful, I felt like the star quarterback. After the game, we went into the changing rooms to shower the sweat from our hot bodies.

“Helen,” Emma called over to me. “We’ve got the use of the coach's personal shower room, rarely use it these days. Come and shower with us, you’re one of the Glee club now.”

“Thanks, I will,” I replied. I grabbed my kit and went through the door into the coaches area, a definite improvement on the rather basic girls changing rooms, always damp and musty smelling. The other girls had already gone into the shower so I stripped off and put my towel around me. I walked over to the shower and looked in. The hot water made it pretty steamy, but to my surprise it was a single shower room, undivided, with several shower heads. The six girls were all in there, naked of course, showering together. I felt guilty, remembering my shower with Karen Green. Emma caught sight of me and called me in.

“Hey, Helen, ditch the towel and join us, the water’s hot.”

After a short hesitation, I put my towel down and stepped inside. I noticed that Lisa and Yvonne were busy soaping each other down, at least, they were doing it the way I remembered Karen and I doing it. Rachel was with Amy, the group swot and Allison, our singer, a threesome, but I swallowed when I saw what she was doing with the soap. Emma saw me looking at them and grinned.

“Yeah, it might take a bit longer to get clean but we’re sure having some fun doing it. Come on, girlie, let me wash your back.”

Not entirely unwillingly, I joined her under a stream of hot water. She picked up some shower soap and sure enough started rubbing my back, applying the soap liberally. Her hand went lower, then lower. She soaped my ass, then under my ass, and I felt her soaping outside my vagina. It felt good, so good, then she maneuvered the soap bar and I felt it slip inside me. My eyes widened, but she spoke quickly before I could protest.

“Look, it’s ok, its soap on a rope, it’ll come out when you want it to, like a tampon,” she grinned. Just relax and let me do this to you. Trust me?”

I nodded, I did trust her, my feelings went much deeper than that.

Her fingers reached in and pushed the soap far up into my cunt, it was a nice feeling, warm, slippery, then she yanked the rope and abruptly pulled it out. I knew that my eyes must have widened even more, it was like, fucking fantastic, as the soap came out I saw it was an odd shape too, of course, it was a kid’s soap on a rope bar, made in the shape of a whale. She pushed it in again and this time I moved my legs slightly to make room for her. The soap slipped in, her fingers probed and touched inside me as she pushed it up. She left it there for a short time and brought her face close to mine. Water was pouring down over us, but she put her mouth through the water and found my lips. She kissed me passionately, a kiss that started to ignite the fire inside me. With one hand, I held her face close to mine, I never wanted it to end, with the other hand I felt down her smooth, slim body to find her cunt and slipped my fingers inside her. I stroked and rubbed her clit while she played with the soap on the rope, the feeling was intense, indescribable. Obviously it was for the others, before long the shower room was echoing to the sound of groaning, climaxing girls, shrieking and screaming with the blissful enjoyment that can only come from someone who knows a woman’s body intimately. Around me there was a twisting, writhing mass of girl’s wet bodies, all making love under the streaming water, bodies glistening with water droplets, faces flushed, hands exploring each other’s innermost parts. Just the sight of the other girls was enough to send me over the edge, but Emma’s mouth was still firmly clamped over mine, our tongues intertwined, our hands inside each other’s cunts, my own full of soap that repeatedly slipped in and out and was driving me insane with lust. Emma came first, she screamed with sheer joy and put her hand down to clamp my hand inside her as she exhausted her lust. I heard two of the other girls climax, then my mind took me over the top and I came, Emma nibbled at my mouth, kept her fingers on my clit and eased me through a soaring peak that left me dizzy with disbelief. Finally the movements stopped, the sounds died away and there was only the noise of the water cascading on the floor of the shower room.

Rachel spoke first. “You still holding on to that soap, Helen?”

The others burst out laughing and I pulled it out of me, rinsed it off thoroughly and passed it to her. She casually used it on her body as if it had just been unwrapped from a packet. We eventually got out of the shower, toweled off and I put my uniform back on. Mom was waiting for me outside school.

“You had a good day, darling? Karen was asking after you, she said you should call around and see her again if you need any help with anything.”

Oh shit. This was developing into a rollercoaster.

“Sure, I’ll give her a call in the next day or so.”

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chapter FIVE

Getting ready for school the next morning, I took extra care to look my best, after all, my friends were something else, especially Emma. She was more than special, she really was my best friend. No, more than that, who was I kidding. We were fast becoming lovers. With her in mind, I wore creamy silk panties, with delicate embroidery on the hem. My bra matched them, soft, silky, it allowed my nipples to show through. I thought of her touching my tits, her hand on my bra, gently squeezing, touching me, her other hand feeling the fabric of my panties. With a shock I realized that I’d put one hand inside the elastic and was reaching for my vagina, damn, I needed to get a grip. Too much of a good thing probably, but maybe I’d just have to live with it from here on in, it sure would be fun. I’d pressed and starched my clean blouse, it was cool and crisp to my skin, I smoothed it around me and imagined my friend touching my body. I buttoned my little skirt and pulled it up just a little higher than normal. I even spent more time on my makeup, my eyes, well, a little extra mascara, some eye shadow, lovely, my eyes looked huge. I was ready. Mom noticed, of course. “You’re looking very pretty, darling, special day today? Or do you have a boyfriend?”

“Nothing like that, mom, I just wanted to look nice.”

She didn’t believe me, but she let it go. She wouldn’t have liked the truth anyway. At school, we had even more problems.

I joined the other six Glee club girls during the break and we sat at a table in the corner of the cafeteria to talk about it. The others had sharpened up the way they looked too, I noticed other girls darting jealous looks towards us, we were seven pretty, beautifully made up girls in immaculate, crisp blouses, neat, tiny skirts, had Emma taken up the hem of hers too, I wondered? It looked positively indecent, I had to stop myself from putting my hands on her hips. We’d all taken pains with our hair, I’d braided thin dark red ribbons through mine and plaited it each side, the plaits swirling around my head to join at the back, Emma kept looking at it. Rachel spoke first.

“We’ve got more video images on the internet, they’re worse than ever. I checked first thing this morning, someone posted up a clip of us in the shower yesterday. It’s bad.”

There was a sharp intake of breath. We all remembered in intricate details that delicious session in the coach’s shower, but to have it on the internet for public consumption, that was beyond the realms of anything we’d ever known. If people found out we were literally doomed, finished in the school, finished in the town. We all looked at Yvonne.

“Can you do anything?” Rachel asked her.

“It’ll be hard, I’d need to hack the account of the fucker that originally posted up the video, then go in and pull it down. Yeah, I suppose I could do it, no guarantees though.”

“You need to get on it straight away” Lisa said to her. We all nodded, this was disaster staring at us in the face.

“Yvonne, get to the computer room and make a start, we’ll cover for you in class for the rest of the day, see if you can get it pulled,” Rachel said.

She nodded, “yeah, ok, I’ll do that. Wish me luck.”

She left us to make a start, I had an idea.

“Look, I’m due to visit my mom’s psychologist colleague, Karen Green, I’ll see if she can throw some more light on what kind of person could be doing this. She was right on the button with the other problem.

“Excellent,” Rachel said. “See what you can get out of her. But won’t it be a bit of a shock, her knowing about the video, what we were doing?”

“Er, no, it won’t,” I said quietly.

They looked at me sharply. Emma’s eyes narrowed, she obviously wondered what the hell was going on between me and Karen.

“Fair enough then, let’s make a start.”

I went into the corridor and used my cell to phone Karen, who said she’d be delighted to see me after school. I told her what the problem was and she said she’d think about it in the meantime.

“I can pick you up if you like, outside the school. I’ll let your mom know.”

I thanked her and hung up. Emma was waiting for me.

“What’s going on with Karen?” she asked. “I thought you and me were, well, you know, best friends.”

She didn’t say lovers, but it would have been true. I decided that it was time for truth.

“Emma, you may as well know that Karen showed me a few things about my sexual side that I wasn’t aware of, but we’re not heavily into each other, not in any physical sense. You know that you and me are more than best friends, don’t you? If we were a guy and a girl, we’d be lovers, isn’t that what we are?”

She nodded.

“Right, that’s the way I feel about you, there’s no-one else.”

She smiled happily, I had to step back to stop her from throwing her arms around me and kissing me there and then, it wasn’t the place. It was awful being so close and yet so far, almost touching each other in the corridor, yet unable to feel the warmth and reassurance of your lover’s body, of her lips pressing on yours. Of reaching under the hem of her tiny school skirt and giving her the pleasure and release you knew she craved.

Yvonne reported to us in the afternoon that she’d managed to pull the video clip, she’d been working all day on it and skipped lunch. It was a huge relief and we all relaxed a little. Karen was outside after school, waiting in her car, a cute little Beamer Z4, an open sports car, two seats, she had the top down.

“You look lovely today, Helen, what’s the big occasion?”

“Nothing special, I just wanted to look nice.”

But she was a psychologist of course, she could put two and two together easily, knowing what she did about the video.

“What’s her name, what’s she like?”

“Who’s name?”

She smiled. “Your lover, of course, the girl that you made yourself look so pretty for.”

We drove for a mile before I answered, but she was helping us, the least I could do was to be truthful.

“Emma, her name’s Emma. She’s beautiful, Karen, very pretty, a little shorter than me, very slim, she’s just lovely. You won’t tell mom, will you?”

“Of course not, Helen, that’s the first thing we psychologists learn, client confidentiality. But even so, we’re friends, I know how to keep a secret so don’t worry.

I was relieved. We got back to her stylish apartment, she got soda from the ice box and we sat down for a chat.

“Before we start, I need to be frank with you,” she warned. “After you told me what happened, I pulled up the video on the internet, so I know what it’s all about. You all seem to have a thing about showers.”

She smiled as she said it, I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing and soon we were laughing together uncontrollably.

“You’re right, they can be a lot of fun.”

“Do you fancy a shower now, freshen up while we talk?” she said eagerly. I didn’t need to be a psychologist to know that she had been turned on herself by seeing our antics in the coach’s shower. I didn’t hesitate. “I’d love to, Karen.”

Five minutes later we were soaping each other in the shower. It was wonderful, although I loved Emma, Karen knew exactly how to press the right buttons. She touched my tits with soapy hands, almost a brush across my nipples but it was high voltage stuff. My cunt was aching for release, she understood and dropped her hand down and inside, her touch again was soft, subtle, it left me crying out for more, anything. She knew that too.

“Helen, if you want something more, I’ve got a strap on dildo, it’s pretty awesome, but you’ll lose your hymen if I use it.”

I didn’t need to stop and think. “Yes, Karen, I want it, do it to me.”

She went out of the shower and came back, but this time she had cock, a huge, flesh colored penis sticking out of her cunt, fastened around her waist with thin straps. She smiled.

“This one goes all the way inside me too, so we both share the action while I fuck you. You sure?”

“Fuck me, Karen, do it now.”

She soaped the shaft of the dildo, lubricating it, at the same time the action of her stroking it inflamed our desires and by the time she gently made me spread my legs apart to receive it we were both panting for release. She pressed in gently, I gasped with shock and pain as it touched my hymen, she kept on pushing, the pain increased, she paused and looked me in the eyes.

“Push it in, all the way,” I moaned.

There was a sharp, awful pain, I cried out and saw drops of blood spattering the base of the shower.

“Are you ok?” Karen asked. I nodded. She pushed the dildo in even further, I was wet, wet with vaginal juices, wet with soap and water, with sheer excitement. The dildo started to touch the sides of my virginity, finding parts of me that were new, novel, exotic, God, I didn’t know. She settled into a gentle rhythm, her eyes closed, enjoying the deflowering of my virginity in such a unique way. I was enjoying it now, the pain forgotten, a whole, new chapter of my life had opened just as my cunt had opened. A wonderful, golden warmth swept over me, I never wanted to be anywhere else except in this shower, to be with anyone except this exceptional woman, so lithe, so knowing, so erotic. The dildo inside me started to do it’s work, I recognized the symptoms of an approaching climax and grasped Karen’s tits, I leaned forward to suck on them, they were sweet, musky, firm yet rubbery, they were so right. She moaned deeper as my mouth on her nipples sent rippling sensations of joy through my whole body. Then I couldn’t take any more, I came sizzling to a climax, my moan turned into a deep gasp of astonishment that such a feeling could exist in this universe. She came too, I looked down and realized that I was still holding onto her tits. I let go and slid my hands down her body, around her hips and held her to me. We kissed, long and deep, and then she slid the device out of me.

“How was it?” she asked me.

For an answer, I kissed her, smothering her lips with a passionate response.

“Let me try something on you, Helen, see if you like it. Stay in the shower, I’ll be one tick.”

She came back shortly with a slightly complicated looking gadget, egg shaped, with straps. She pushed the egg device inside my cunt and fastened the straps around my waist.

“It's something new I picked up, you can wear it underneath your clothes and no-one notices. See what you think later on, leave it there for now.”

I was slightly disappointed, nothing much was happening, just a slight feeling of arousal but not earth shattering. I left it there and dried off. I pulled on my bra and panties and put the rest of my school uniform on. She changed into a cool looking dress, a Donna Karen, like a short, Greek tunic, in heavy, pale cream silk. It took my breath away. We went through to the lounge and I sat beside her on the couch.

I started to tell her about the video problem to get her advice, but she stopped me.

“Let me just try this,” she said. “Stay still.”

She reached under my short skirt, inside my panties and groped for the gadget that was lodged inside me. She flipped a hidden switch and, oh fuck, what was happening to me? It was the most intense sexual feeling, I gasped and reached for her.

“Karen, Jesus Christ, what’s happening to me?” I shouted. “Oh my God, it’s…”

I held her tightly, the thrill was drilling through me, it was unbearable.

“You want me to stop it?” she asked.

“No,” I shouted. “Please no, kiss me, hold me Karen, it’s too much, its, aarggh.”

I screamed the roof off as I reached my second climax of the evening, this time the vibrating, throbbing device was relentless and wouldn’t stop, I bucked and jerked against her, finally she reached inside my panties, into my vagina and switched it off and I slumped against her. She held me for a while, kissed my forehead tenderly. “My sweet Helen, you’re so adorable, that one was just for you.”

“Thank you Karen,” I breathed.

“Would you like to keep it, I bought it for you as a present, I thought you might like it.”

“Yes, I’d like that. Can I leave it inside me?”

She smiled. “Now, let’s sort out this problem.”

She’d got a lot more info, analyzed it, looked at the videos and compared the operation with the fake photos.

“It’s got to be a female behind this, Helen. Tell your friends it’s almost certainly an adult female, mid to late twenties or early thirties. Probably one of the staff.”

I gaped at her. “The staff? You mean the teaching staff?”

She nodded. “That’s where you need to look.”

Shortly after, mom came and picked me up to go home. “You’re looking happy, Helen, did you have a good time.”

“Yes, Karen’s very nice, thanks mom.”

“Good. You’re a bit flushed, though, I hope you haven’t picked up a bug in school.”

* * * * *

chapter SIX

I went to bed that night with the sex egg still fastened firmly inside my cunt. Even switched off, the memory of it was too much and I couldn’t sleep, my hand kept wandering down to my crotch and eventually I took it out. The following morning mom had my freshly pressed school uniform ready and once more I dressed in crisp, clean, starchy cotton, I felt it touching my skin, so cool, so sensuous. I’d put on my matching bra and panties with the dark red trim. My tiny skirt was immaculate, I put it on over my dark red tights and pulled it gently over my body, touching myself as I did so. Slip on shoes, ribbons braided through my hair, a touch of makeup, perfect.

“You look lovely again,” mom said. “Really pretty darling. You have got a boyfriend, haven’t you, tell me about it.”

“Honest, mom, I haven’t, I just want to look nice.”

“Whatever,” she smiled. “Your new friends sound nice, the Glee club. Why don’t you ask them around for dinner tonight?”

I looked up. Did she suspect anything? No, she was looking quite innocent.

“That would be nice, mom, I’ll talk to them and call you later this morning.”

At break I put it to the Glee club girls and they all accepted. Rachel summed it up. “We can get an idea from your mom about these people who are circulating the videos and images, no need to go into details. She’s a top psychologist, she’ll give us some idea of how to deal with it, together with what we learned from Karen, we can maybe target the bastards if we understand them more.”

I looked forward to them coming for dinner, they were fast becoming good friends. And more. Emma sat next to me at lunch. “How did it go last night?”

I looked at her. “Oh, it was quite interesting, Karen had some good ideas, she’s not as experienced as my mom but I think we’re getting somewhere.”

“That’s not what I meant, Helen.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I know. You’ve no reason to be jealous, Emma. Besides, I might yet find a boy and fall in love, so might you, have you thought about that?”

“Yes, I have. But in the meantime, we’ve got each other and I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

“That’s ok then,” I replied. “You haven’t got to share me with anyone.” I took hold of her hand and looked her directly in the eyes. “Emma, we’re young, really young and we don’t know how things will turn out. Just believe me when I say I love you very much.”

She put her hand over mine and held it tightly. “Thanks, Helen, I feel the same way about you.”

We sat for a moment enjoying that warm feeling of being with the person you love more than anything else in the world.

“You girls, isn’t it time to get back to class?” a voice said loudly, interrupting our quiet, private moment. It was our deputy head, Miss Roberta Simonds, sour faced and unhappy. She always looked that way, sometimes we wondered why on earth she didn’t find another job if this one was so horrible for her. The other girls were drifting out of the cafeteria.

“Yes, Miss, we’re leaving now,” Emma said, stopping me from giving her an angry retort that I may have regretted. But she looked at the deputy head angrily and walked away holding my hand firmly, as if to say, ‘up yours’.

I got home from school, put on my apron and helped mom to prepare some fresh food, then went up to my bedroom to change. After I’d showered I decided on my short, dark blue satin prom dress, it was the prettiest thing I had. I put on my pale blue satin corset, clipped on some stockings and slipped into high heeled shoes. Then I put on the dress and looked in the mirror. Yeah, pretty damned good, I thought, but a few finishing touches were needed. I sat down, my bare ass made contact with the chairas I started on my makeup. I’d decided that tonight I’d do without panties. You never knew! When my hair and makeup were perfect I went downstairs. The girls started to arrive and we sat down to a lively and challenging conversation over dinner. We had to broach the subject sooner or later, Rachel was the first one to describe the obscene videos that had been posted online. Mom just laughed at first.

“It’s a nasty thing to do, but honestly, videos of naked schoolgirls in the changing rooms and showers is nothing to be ashamed of, is it?”

We looked at each other, there was a silence at the table. She understood immediately.

“I see, it’s more than that isn’t it? Some sort of lesbian thing, I would imagine.”

Our silence spoke more than anything we could have said.

“Look,” she continued. “I was at school once, you know, I was a teenager with blazing hormones and a crush on other girls.”

“Mom” I said, astonished.

“Do you think you’re the only ones, you girls? You’re not, by any means. How bad were the videos? Did they show explicit sexual acts?”

“Not exactly, but kind of,” Rachel said. We all nodded in agreement.

“Ok,” mom said. “In that case, we have an idea of who we’re looking for. Someone with access to the changing rooms, of course, so a staff member, it’s not likely to be one of the girls. They’d need some technical knowledge to enable them to position the cameras properly and wire them up. Also, they’d want a reason for doing it.”

“Pedophiles?” Yvonne asked her.

Mom laughed. “Hardly, you’re much too old to interest those particular perverts. No, no, this is someone who has a grudge against the kind of fun you girls were having.”

I blushed red as she said that and hoped to Christ that she wouldn’t ask me for more details.

“A woman, probably.”

I thought of what Karen had said, it was exactly the same, Christ, one of our female teachers? She went on.

“A member of staff, for sure. Late twenties, early thirties, I’d guess. Does anyone come to mind?”

“The netball coach, Jessica Epps,” Emma said. She’d sure fit that profile.”

“Hmm, maybe,” mom said. “Anyone else?”

I thought back to lunchtime, Roberta Simonds, the deputy head. She’d seen Emma and me looking pretty closely at each other, holding hands. Without giving the details I mentioned it to mom. She smiled, I could tell that she knew exactly what had happened, what we had been doing.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good possibility. Can you find out more about her background, see if she has any technical knowledge that would enable her to plant the cameras? You could ask around and see if she has any good reason to be upset about girls in relationships, that would give a clue.”

“I could try and look at her emails,” Yvonne said.

“Hmm, you know that’s illegal, Yvonne. I’ll leave the decision on that up to you. Ask around, see what you can come up with.”

After dinner, mom gave me a late birthday present, a beautiful, very pretty, Gucci bracelet watch. The other girls looked on enviously as I joyfully fastened it on my wrist.

“Thanks, mom,” I said, getting up to give her a hug.

“You’re welcome dear,” she said with a smile.

After dinner we went up to my bedroom to use my computer and start checking out our suspects. Yvonne, naturally, sat at the keyboard and her fingers flew over it as she started the complicated process of hacking into anonymous remote websites to start looking for Roberta Simonds’ and Jessica Epp’s email accounts. I’d no idea how she made it work so I left her to it. Emma was looking at my wardrobe, casting an eye over my clothes.

“You’ve got some nice stuff,” she said.

I laughed. “Yeah, a bit, but most of it needs replacing. I was standing next to her, our hands seemed to come together as if by magnetism. I had an idea, mom was clattering downstairs in the kitchen, clearing away the dinner things.

“Emma,” I whispered. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll be with you in a few minutes, I’ve got a bit of a surprise.”

She left the bedroom and I rummaged in my bottom drawer for the egg shaped vibrator. I stuffed it in my purse and left the other girls watching Yvonne’s efforts on the computer. Emma was waiting for me in the bathroom, I latched the door and she gave me a long, slow burning kiss.

“What have you got then, what’s the surprise?" she asked. I pulled the device out of my purse.

“Pull your panties down and I’ll show you how it works.”

“What? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I am. Close your eyes and leave it to me, how’s that?”

She closed her eyes, her hands were all over me. She reached under the hem of my dress and her eyes opened for a moment. “Christ, you came prepared,” she laughed.

“Shut up and spread ‘em,” I said. I pulled her panties down to her knees, spread her legs a little more and slowly pushed the egg shaped device inside her. Her eyes flicked open in surprise as it went in but she closed them again. Then I fastened the thin strap around her waist and under her legs and pulled up her panties.

“Open your eyes, what do you think?”

She looked puzzled. “Its, kind of ok, but what’s supposed to happen?”

“This.” I reached inside the elastic of her panties and pushed my fingers inside her, feeling the contours of the device. Then I flicked the switch. It was dramatic, “Oh, dear God,” she breathed. She held on to my tits as her hips started to buck and heave, her expression was of a tortured angel in raptures of sheer bliss. She dropped her hands down and grabbed my ass and pulled it tight towards her. I held her hips and pulled closer too, so that our lower bodies were clutched tightly together. Our mouths met and we kissed, she tried to eat me, so desperate and intense was her arousal.

“Try not to scream, Emma, I don’t want my mom to hear you.”

“It’s gonna be hard,” she said. “Christ, it’s unbelievable.”

She rocked and shuddered, her tongue fierce inside my mouth, she was chewing my lips, pushing hard against me, sighing, moaning.

“Helen, I can’t stop, I’m, oh Christ, no….”

She came in a massive heaving and pushing of her hips, bucking against the pulsing, vibrating device that was strapped inside her.

“Schh,” I said to her. “Keep it quiet.”

She let out a low, ‘oohhhh’ as she reached her peak, then sagged against me, I reached inside her and turned it off.

Her eyes shone. “Fuck me, Helen, but that was good.”

“Yeah, it is pretty intense, you’re right about that.”

When she was calm, I rinsed her face for her and we went back to my bedroom. The other girls looked at us curiously, but Emma’s flushed face said it all. They ignored us and carried on helping Yvonne.

“We think we’ve tracked down their email accounts,” she said. “I logged into the school server, checked their emails and traced it back. I’ve set the email store to download to my computer server at home, it’ll take a while to download the lot but I’ll be able to do a search on obvious terms, like the word lesbian, our names, porn, stuff like that. I reckon we’ve got a good chance of nailing the bastard.”

It was a good effort, we’d made a good start. Mom brought us sodas and we spent the rest of the evening discussing our routines for the Glee club performance. Emma’s mom came to pick them all up and take the girls home, she had a big people carrier. It was only after I’d seen them off that I realized that Emma still had the egg fastened inside her cunt. I smiled, she’d said nothing to me. Obviously she was planning to devote some more attention to it later.

* * * * *

chapter SEVEN

The next morning mom had a further surprise for me, she’d bought me a new coat, a really sexy, short, double-breasted shiny trenchcoat style jacket in glistening black. I put it on and buttoned it up, God, it looked sexy. I felt like a cross between a celebrity and a hooker.

“You don’t have to wear it to school, Helen,” she said to me.

“Oh yes I do,” I replied firmly. I wanted to show off to Emma in my stylish little mac, she was such a fashion fiend, it was time I had something nicer to wear. The girls were waiting outside school, their faces long. Emma noticed my new jacket, “hey, that’s nice, Helen, really stylish.”

“Thanks, Emma. What’s the problem here?”

“More videos on the internet, and they’re even more explicit than before. Helen, one of them shows you and Emma, it’s even more graphic than before.”

Oh shit. “Did you have any luck with those emails?” I asked Yvonne. She shook her head.

“The school server crashed halfway through and I lost the lot. I’ll have to try again tonight, sorry.”

We went into school and found a quiet corner in the library where we could look at the internet. Yvonne expertly loaded up the website with the videos and played the one with me in it. I 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 you a hand.”

I could sense that Emma was taking notice as Allison stripped off my clothes. She did it in such a way that her hands continually ran across my skin, pausing to touch me in the places that mattered, especially my cunt when she pulled down my panties. It was thrilling to be undressed by a girl I hadn’t been with before, and I put my hands on Allison’s tits and kissed them gently before we climbed into the shower. She kept her hands on me and started to stroke me gently, my tits, then lower down until she was brushing my cunt.

“What the fuck’s all this then?” Emma said, coming over to us.

“I thought you were otherwise engaged,” I grinned at her.

“Yeah, well I am, but there’s always room for more. Look, you two, how about a threesome, I’ve never tried that before, have you?”

We shook our heads. “Ok,” she said. “Let’s go for it.”

We held hands and stood under the streaming warm water. I stood with my back to the wall, Emma knelt down in front of me and her mouth came up to find my vagina. Allison faced me and kissed me deeply, there was so much depth and yearning in that kiss, it seemed to go on forever. I knew what she wanted, I reached down and felt inside her crotch, pushed my fingers inside her vagina and started to probe and stroke. With my other hand, I took hold of one of her breasts and started to knead it softly. She sounded a slight groan and I knew that I was heading in the right direction. My lover was sucking and licking deep inside me now, igniting a warm fire that spread all through my body. I put more of my concentration into stroking Allison, she was moving her hips in time with my movements. She opened her eyes and looked at me, it was a look of deep need, of even deeper lust. I put my other hand down to her crotch and felt her labia, then her clit. With one hand I explored inside her cunt as deeply as I could, with the other I worked on her clit. Our mouths were glued together in a kiss that neither of us wanted to end. She started to heave even more, as we parted briefly to draw breath, a loud groan escaped her mouth. Down below, Emma was in a half dream state, she’d obviously switched on the vibrating egg so she was enjoying a series of climaxes as she knelt contentedly sucking away at my fanny. I had no complaints either. It was unique, a superb new experience that showed me how rich and lovely sex could truly be between females. Emma hit a really sweet spot and I gasped and pushed my cunt down towards her head, trying to get her inside me as much as I possibly could. I gripped Allison harder too, she screamed with passion and held me tighter, then I screamed too as I came in a searing and tempestuous climax, the end of my ultimate arousal was a volcanic, hot, and torrid climax that send my mind soaring into the heavens.

I realized we’d all come within the same few seconds, wow, what an experience.

“Hey,” Lisa said abruptly. “What about those cameras?”

There was total, dead silence. We’d forgotten about the cameras, we were supposed to just take a shower and pretend that we didn’t know about them.

“Well, the motherfucker will sure as hell think we haven’t seen them,” Yvonne said. “No one but a bunch of lunatic dykes would ever have a mass fucking session if they knew there were cameras recording it all.”

We collapsed, roaring with laughter. But when the laughter died, we realized we had to get to grips with the problem. Lisa said she’d spend time with Yvonne that evening, helping to track down who was responsible and at the very least, to pull down any more videos that were put up on the internet.

“Can you try and get those emails?” I asked Yvonne. “They could lead us straight to the nasty little shit that’s doing it.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I’m on it,” she replied. “We should have them all overnight and I can start searching for our pervert friend.”

“What’s going on here,” a voice said loudly. We looked around to see our deputy head, Roberta Simonds, together with Jessica Epps, the netball coach.

“We’ve just taken a shower,” Rachel said. “We were about to leave.”

“Don’t you think you ought to get some clothes on first,” Miss Simonds said to her.

Rachel turned away without a word, although someone muttered ‘motherfucker’ loud enough for them both to hear.

“Who said that?” the deputy head said.

Nobody replied. She pursed her lips in annoyance and stalked out, closely followed by Miss Epps.

We looked at each other, Rachel spoke for all of us.

“It’s got to be one of those two, maybe both. We need to fix them, and I mean fix them good and proper. They’ll be gunning for us from here on in.”

“Yeah, what can they do, give us all a good spanking?” Lisa asked, grinning widely.

I felt a twitch in my cunt and I shivered, Emma had a hand on my hip and noticed it. What happened next horrified me. At first.

“Hey, girls, Helen got really hot when you mentioned spanking. Why don’t we try it out on her, see if it starts her motor running again.”

“No, shit, I didn’t mean…”

They grabbed me and held my arms and legs so that I couldn’t move. Rachel sat on a bench and they dragged me over to her and draped me over her knee.

“Girls, what do you reckon I should give this naughty girl?” she laughed.

“Spank her, give her twenty whacks,” Allison grinned.

Thirty, forty, oh God, the numbers went up and up as the girls threw in their suggestions.

“Nah, I think twenty will give her a good taste of it.”

We were all still naked. My head was almost at floor level and I was looking up and their legs, the triangles of their pubic hair guarding the entrance to their cunts. One had her hand over her vagina, I could see it was Emma, reaching inside her. Had she removed that damn egg yet, I wondered? But obviously she had, her hand delved inside her and she started massaging her cunt. Suddenly she took out her hand.

“I’ve got an idea, something to take the sting out of it, hang on.”

She came back with my vibrating egg, dangling from her hand by the straps.

“I’ll put this on her and get it moving, just one sec, Rachel.”

She knelt down and reached between my legs, I shuddered as she pushed the egg inside me, then she fastened the straps.

“Get on with it,” Rachel said. “Is it ready yet?”

Emma reached inside me and switched on, the vibrations jolted though me. I closed my eyes and tried to stop my hips from humping up and down on Rachel’s knee, but it was a battle I was losing.

“Christ, she’s humping me,” Rachel said. “I’d better start your punishment, Miss, see if it throws cold water on your fire.”

‘Whack’, her hand came down on my ass, it was a hard smack and I flinched. But it pressed down harder on my vibrating egg, the sensations intensified. ‘Whack’, the second blow, I didn’t care now, I had no thought for the humiliation of being spanked in front of my friends, now that the vibrator inside me. I whimpered, but it was a whimper of joy, of pleasure, of wanting more. My hips were moving in a steady rhythm and Rachel timed her smacks to it, I knew I wouldn’t last the whole twenty. As the fifteenth whack slammed down on me a colossal heat surged through my body and I came shuddering, squirming and screaming to a climax on Rachel’s knee as they all looked on curiously. As I exhausted my peak, Rachel obliged by giving me the final five spanks, they heightened the sensation even more. She finished and I lay there exhausted, totally spent. Rachel lifted me up and sat me on her knee, one hand on my waist, the other holding my tits.

“Are you ok?” she asked. I nodded, too shocked to speak. Emma came into my vision. “Do you want me to switch you off?” she grinned. I felt her groping inside my cunt and the vibrations stopped.

“I’ll leave it in there, you can take it out when you get home.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

We got dressed and walked back to class, as I walked the egg moved around inside me, tantalizing me with the hint, the reminder, of what was, and what could be.

* * * * *

chapter EIGHT

I couldn’t tell mom why I was so happy when I got home that day. I took off my trendy little black mac jacket and hung it carefully in the closet, then gave her a peck on the cheek.

“They were wonderful presents, mom, thanks again.”

“You’re very happy today, darling. You’re not normally still smiling when you get back from school.”

I blushed bright red, the truth was hidden inside my panties.

“I’ll get cleaned up and look at my homework.”

I went upstairs and into the bathroom, reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. I unfastened the vibrating egg and removed it, not without a slight pang of loss, like saying goodbye to a good friend. I started on my homework, halfway through the doorbell went and mom called up, “Karen’s here, you ought to come down and see her.”

I went down and said hi. She looked as glamorous as ever, so confident, composed, and clever. She smiled at me, “hi, Helen, we were talking about kids being switched on to current events these days.”

She emphasized the words ‘switched on’ so that I knew exactly what she meant, Christ, she was taking a chance.

“Do you feel ‘switched on’ to everything these days? If not, you really should be.”

She looked directly at me as she said it, her eyes were conveying a message that was crystal clear. She wanted me to fasten the vibrating egg inside me and switch it on. Or else. Would she dare mention it to my mom? I couldn’t take the chance, besides, it was a fascinating game. I went back upstairs, inserted the egg back in my cunt, fastened the straps and switched it on. I went back downstairs and the two women asked me to sit with them for a while. For half an hour I sat on the couch chatting to them, trying to control the waves of passion that surged through me, leaving me feeling hot, weak and totally spaced out.

“Your face is flushed again, Helen, I’m sure you’ve got that bug.”

Karen smiled quietly, she was enjoying it hugely. So was I, but I couldn’t take any more and I leapt up. “Sorry, I do have to finish my homework, nice seeing you Karen.” I rushed up to my bedroom and put my hand inside my panties and massaged my clit, finishing what had been brewing down there, when I came, I nearly hit the ceiling and had to stuff a fist against my mouth to stop myself from screaming with joy and passion.

The following day we were all in for a shock. We spent the day prowling around trying to find the person filming our shower rooms. During the afternoon break, we went down into the changing room with a screwdriver to start looking for the hidden cameras. Instead, we found the unconscious body of Jessica Epps lying on the floor. We picked her up and carefully took her through to the physio’s room and laid her gently on the couch. She was starting to come around and Emma got her a glass of water. She looked at us and her eyesight began to clear.

“What happened, Miss Epps?” Rachel asked her.

“I was looking around the changing rooms,” she said. “Someone has been posting videos of the girls in the showers on the internet, it’s totally disgusting, I was trying to stop it. I thought I’d found a possible camera site, in one of the ventilator grilles, then someone must have come up behind me and hit me on the head, the next thing I knew I was lying here with you girls around me. Thanks for helping me, by the way.”

So the videos were becoming common knowledge.

“What kind of scenes are on the videos?” Lisa asked her. Jessica looked embarrassed. “I think you know what’s on the videos, girls. But that’s not important. What you do privately is your business, not mine and not anyone else’s.”

Thank Christ for an enlightened teacher, the deputy head, Roberta Simonds, would have hung, drawn and quartered us.

“I still think there is a camera hidden in that ventilator, would one of you call the caretaker down here, I want him to take it apart and check it out.”

Rachel ran off to find Joe Mason while we sat with Miss Epps. Ten minutes later, she came back with Joe who was clutching a box of tools and carrying a small ladder. He kept a very low profile these days, it was funny to see his stricken expression when he caught sight of us. His face was garishly feminine, he looked as if he was wearing lipstick and mascara.

“Thanks for coming, Joe, would you remove all of the ventilator grilles in the changing room and the shower rooms, see if anything is hidden behind there. We think some pervert has hidden cameras there and is filming the girls in the showers, it’s disgusting.”

He shook his head, as if to say ‘what kind of scum would do something like that’, then rummaged in his toolbox and found some small tools and started work. Miss Epps spoke quietly. “The head was worried about him when we saw he had started wearing makeup. It’s obvious that underneath he thinks he is female, there’s no other explanation. She sent him to see the school psychologist who started him on a course of female hormones while he resolves his gender problems.

We looked at each other. If that wasn’t revenge I didn’t know what was, the hormones would certainly put paid to his male sex urges, and he wouldn’t be fantasizing over pornographic pictures of schoolgirls again. He gave a shout, he’d taken down a grille and found a camera.

“Rip it out,” Jessica said. “I want you to check everywhere and get rid of them all.”

It took him an hour before he’d found the lot, five cameras in all.

“Thanks, Joe,” Jessica said to him. “You’ve done a good job, if there is anything I can do for you, you know, to help you with your problem, let me know.”

He mumbled a reply and left.

“The psychologist thinks he should start to dress in women’s clothing to satisfy his inner female self,” she said. “He looks a bit silly with the makeup, neither male nor female. We’d have a female caretaker, that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

We had to restrain ourselves from falling about laughing. It was hard to imagine anyone less female than Joe Mason. He should have thought hard before he played with obscene pictures of schoolgirls.

We helped Jessica to the school nurse, who took over her care, she had a bad bump and bruise on her head. Our search for the person who placed the video cameras had just narrowed to one person, Roberta Simonds, the deputy head. But we had to make certain.

“Should we confront her about it?” Lisa asked. “Just go in and make her admit it?”

Rachel shook her head. “It's not a good plan, if it is her and she is found out she’ll lose her job, her career and probably wind up in prison. No, she’ll deny it and make it much harder for us to catch her. We need to think of something else.”

“What about the emails,” I said. “Yvonne, have you had any luck there?”

She shook her head. “When the school server went back online they’d installed a temporary router, the security is hard to break. I think it was borrowed from a defense installation, the school IT company has contracts with the defense industry as well as with schools like ours. We need to wait until the old router is put back in, I can hack that one no problems.

We were almost back to square one.

“At least we got rid of the cameras in the changing rooms,” Lisa said. “We can all feel a lot safer about that.”

Emma grinned. “You mean we can fuck each other without anyone else watching?”

Well, yes, I guess that was exactly what she meant, it was what we all wanted.

“I’ve got an idea,” Emma continued. “Let’s take a shower to celebrate.”

She looked at each of us. “I can see by your smiles that you think it’s a good idea. Let’s go.”

“But, we haven’t had a sports lesson, how do we explain it if anyone finds out?” I protested.

“Tell ‘em we got dusty looking for the cameras, we decided to take a shower to clean up. Miss Epps won’t give us away, besides, she’s out of it for a few hours.”

“Ok, let’s go,” I said.

We almost ran down to the shower room and threw off our clothes. I was intoxicated by the sight of six other healthy, young girl’s bodies, the smooth skin, flat stomachs and those beautiful triangles at the top of the legs that promised so much pleasure and joy.

“You haven’t got the egg inside you today,” Emma said.

I laughed. “Of course not, I need to concentrate on my schoolwork sometimes.”

She shrugged. I guess, but will you let me borrow it soon?”

I said I would. The warm water ran and we played in the spray, celebrating the end of the cameras, our mouths kissing, hands exploring the most intimate parts of our bodies. Emma had an idea and I agreed. I lay on the floor of the shower, water streaming down over my face, then she knelt astride my face and instead of water there was just her cunt filling my mouth. I brought my hands up to hold her hips and hold her to me as I sucked at her vagina, licking her clit at the same time. She shivered and moaned, incredibly turned on by my giving her head, instead of the other way around. It didn’t do me any harm either, I loved eating out her cunt, I could see the others squirming and writhing in the flow of warm water, it was terrific, my hands crept down to my own cunt and inside it, I found my clit and settled into a happy rhythm of masturbating myself while sucking out my lover.

“What the hell is going on here?” a voice shouted.

We stopped, dead. Emma got off of me and I looked up to see the purple glare of Roberta Simonds.

“I said what’s going on?” she repeated at the top of her voice. She was so angry I thought she’d have heart failure there and then. I had images of her being brought back to life with the electric paddles they use in hospitals, a nice looking young doctor shouting, ‘clear’ as he applies the current and the body jumps a foot into the air. But no such luck, she didn’t collapse lifeless to the floor. Rachel, the strongest of us, stood up to her.

“We were having some fun, Miss, why, did you want to join in?”

Miss Simonds glowed even redder with anger. “I’ve never seen anything so disgusting in my life, that was lesbian sex you were engaged in, you should all be disciplined, if I had my way you’d be expelled.”

Rachel smiled calmly. “Look, if you want to go to the head and report us, go ahead. But we’ll tell her that you put us up to it, asked us to play lesbian games while you watched, see how much good that does to your career.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” the deputy head said angrily.

“Try us,” Rachel replied, her voice icy.

For a few moments there was impasse. Then Miss Roberts turned on her heel and stalked out. That was it, our fun was over, we started to towel off and get dressed. But at least Rachel had stopped her reporting us to the head, my time at Forest Heights wouldn’t be over just yet.

We got dressed and walked out to the lockers.

“You know what’s happening at Glee club tomorrow?” Emma asked me.

I shook my head as I put on my shiny black mac jacket. Lots of the girls admired it, I felt like a pop star.

“It's our competition,” she replied. “All of us have to do something, sing, dance, whatever. Afterwards, we get to vote on who was best.”

It sounded interesting. “What does the winner get?”

“Its undecided, we usually get together and work out a prize just before the competition, it’s only a little thing, more of a token really.”

I decided I’d run through my dance routine at home, mom could tell me what she thought. But when I got home, she wasn’t in a good mood.

“I need a word with you, Helen. About these videos that have been circulating on the internet.”

I knew I was blushing beetroot red.

“Er, yes, it’s been sorted out, mom.”

I told her about the cameras being pulled from the ceiling vents.

“That’s all very well, and I’m pleased, my darling. But that’s not what I meant. Tell me the truth, are you a lesbian?”

That was a blunt question, one I didn’t know the answer to myself. I thought for a moment, I wouldn’t want to lie to her.

“To be honest, mom, I’m not sure.” I went on to tell her about the horrible experience with John Curtis. “I know that not all boys are alike, but I haven’t met any decent ones yet. And my girl friends are great, they’re really nice.”

“So you haven’t given up on boys, then?”

“No, mom.”

“Good, I think you’re going through a girlie phase, it’ll sort itself out sooner or later. But whatever your sexuality, don’t forget, you’re my daughter and I love you. So enjoy yourself while you can, there’s plenty of time later to become adult and boring.”

She smiled and I hugged her. I’d always worried about having a psychologist for a mom, someone who could almost read your thoughts, but she was great about it. It was time to go through my dance routine for the Glee club competition.

* * * * *

chapter NINE

Mom watched my performances and we finally settled on a sexy little Madonna routine. Ever the psychologist and knowing the kinds of sexual games we played, she said it would appeal best to the other girls. She didn’t say lesbian girls, but I knew what she meant. The next day I got dressed in a high state of excitement, I knew I had a good chance of winning. I got out my silky bra and panties set and fastened the bra. Then I unfastened my bra and took it off. I found my satin corset and put that on instead, it pushed up my tits beautifully, exactly right for today. I didn’t have opaque stockings to clip to the suspenders so I found the thickest black stockings I owned, they were still outside of the school dress regulations but I had a good enough reason for wearing them. I admired myself in the mirror, satin corset, suspenders and stockings, with the furry triangle over my vagina peeping out from under the lower hem of my corset. Now, what about panties, I thought. I found the briefest silky ones I could find, they weren’t much more than a thong. I felt incredibly daring, I put on my skirt and buttoned it, it was so tiny that my suspenders were almost visible underneath, but only almost. Provided I kept my skirt pulled down I should be safe. Until I danced, that is, then there would be something else on show, my suspenders and ultra brief panties would be displayed every time a dance movement caused my skirt to ruffle up. That should keep them on edge, I thought. I buttoned up my crisp, cotton blouse and left the top two buttons undone so that a tantalizing glimpse of my tits was visible at the neckline. Then I did my makeup and went downstairs. Mom raised her eyebrows.

“A little daring for school, darling, are you sure?”

“It’s for the competition, mom, they’ll understand.”

“Ok, we’d better get you to school then, you’ll be late, and you’ve taken so long to get ready.”

It was my bad luck that it was a windy day, as I walked towards the main gate, a gust of wind hit me and lifted the hem of my miniskirt. Several boys were walking past on their way to the boy’s school several blocks away, their gaze locked onto my suspenders like radar and their eyes popped out of their heads. At that distance, it probably looked as if I wasn’t wearing any underwear, they stopped dead and watched me all the way through the door. I smiled to myself, at least I knew how to make an impression with the guys. Emma had been waiting inside the main doors and had seen my display of old fashioned underwear.

“Suspenders, Helen? Christ, I could hardly believe it when I saw them. Are you wearing panties?”

I told her about the mini-briefs.

“Hmm, I can’t wait to see your display later this afternoon. I’m doing a ballet piece, what about you?”

I told her about my raunchy Madonna routine.

“Yeah, that sounds great, pity we can’t dance together,” she said.

I laughed. “The way things are with you and me, we’d re-enact a sex scene on the stage, it might not go down well with Mr. Hudson.”

“True,” she nodded. “We are a bit hot. Maybe we can get together later,” she said eagerly. “You know.”

“I’d like that,” I told her. “At lunch, we’ll maybe slip down to the changing rooms. But not for another shower.”

I spent the morning on a sexual high, the underwear underneath my uniform did something for me, I guess it reminded me of sex with my lover. The thought of sex with Emma made me feel moist in my crotch, I couldn’t wait much longer. When lunchtime came we met up in the changing rooms and found that they were empty.

“What about the physio’s couch, where we took Miss Epps?” Emma said.

“Let’s do it.”

The advantage of the physio’s room was that it had a lock on the door. We went in and locked ourselves in.

“Now let me get that uniform off you and see that underwear,” she said to me excitedly. She undressed me, slowly unbuttoning my blouse and skirt and tossing them to one side like a stripper would. She stood admiring my corseted figure, the panties barely concealing my cunt, the stockings looking sheer and elegant on my legs, the cups of my corset pushing my tits up and out to make them look bigger and firmer. She ran her hands over them.

“You’re delicious, Helen, lovely.” She kissed my lips, my neck, each tit where it showed, then slowly removed my panties. She knelt down but I lifted her back up. “Hey, not so fast, it’s my turn to undress you.”

I removed her school uniform, this time I took off everything until she was naked.

“Lie on the couch, Emma, I thought some mutual head might be in order.”

“Oh yes,” she breathed. “You mean a sixty nine?”

It was wonderful, I had my head stuck between her legs, sucking her sweet little cunt as she did the same to me. I put my hands under her ass and pulled her tighter to me, pushing out my tongue to bully her clit into a sexual frenzy. She did what I did, we were both into each other, enjoying ourselves at both ends. She tasted sweet to me, musky, girlie, gorgeous. It didn’t take us long before we really heated up and the room was echoing to the sound of our female moans, shrieks and screams, we couldn’t stop it. I stroked her skin, feeling all around her firm, lithe body, thrilling to the cool touch of her. She moaned even louder, on the peak of climaxing, it excited me too much and together we licked each other to a superb, fulfilling climax, clutching each other’s bodies tightly, sucking at each other’s vaginas, glorying in the thrill of giving and being given by your lover. I took my head out from her crotch and smiled at her. She looked so sweet, so content, I don’t think I’d ever felt happier. But it was time to get back to class. I realized that we’d missed lunch, but I wasn’t hungry, I’d eaten enough.

“Hold it there, Emma, I’m going to dress you.”

She sighed with contentment as I put her clothes back on her sweet smelling body, panties and matching bra over her firm, girlish tits. As I dressed her with her blouse, her tiny skirt, her tights, I caressed her body at the same time. She started to moan again with arousal. I hurried to finish off and then buttoned my own blouse over my corseted figure and pulled on my mini skirt. While I did so I saw her looking at my stockings clipped neatly to my suspenders. I grinned at her. “Not again, save it for another time, Emma, we’ll never get back to class.”

Our afternoon seemed to go slowly, but finally we went down to Glee club. I was on last, so I watched the other girls go through their paces. Allison was a sensation as a singer, I knew she should win. Emma, dressed in a white tutu, tore at my heart as she danced through a pretty ballet routine from Coppelia, I’d never seen anything so alluring in my whole life, I wanted to hold her afterwards and whisk her away. The others were great, I knew I was in the presence of some classy performers. Finally, it was my turn. I forgot I was wearing stockings and suspenders, tiny panties that were almost invisible, a mini skirt that would reveal everything once I went into my routine. I just began dancing my own version of Madonna’s famous routine, dancing automatically, sensuously, almost on auto-pilot. It was sex, pure and simple, I was with my lover, she stroked my tits, she touched me all over, except there, that was reserved for the huge strap on dildo that she mimed stroking with lubricant, then I arched as she forced it in me, my eyes shut with the agonized ecstasy that was the hottest part of lovemaking, all my body bucked and heaved to the intensity of the lovemaking. They watched fascinated, several hands went down unconsciously to touch their crotch, I noticed even Mr. Hudson go there and remember with a start where he was and pull his hand away. Then it was over and there was only silence.

I waited. Oh, fuck, I thought, I’ve messed it up. Then a roar of applause swept over me.

“Helen,” Mr. Hudson said, coming up to speak to me. “That was truly amazing, incredible. It was a little on the raunchy side, however. Maybe a bit too much for the school Glee club, but overall it was fantastic.”

The other girls came and hugged me and congratulated me. There was no doubt about it, I’d won.

“Have you girls decided on the prize?” Mr. Hudson asked.

“Not yet,” Rachel replied. “We’re still working on that, but we will find something worthwhile and give it to Helen.”

“I’ll leave it to you then. I have to leave now, I have several other activities planned for this evening. I’ll see you in the history lesson tomorrow.”

I noticed that as he walked out he had a lump in his trousers. Yeah, he’d enjoyed it alright, I knew where he was heading, somewhere to deal with his problem. I almost wanted to grab him to one side and persuade him to fuck me, to be the first guy that I had ever been with, but I knew he would have refused. Besides, I had the girls.

“So what’s the prize then?” I asked them.

“Us,” Rachel replied. “You need to come with us and we’ll give it to you.”

The school had emptied by then, only the janitors and one or two teachers were still around. The girls led me to the nurse’s room and locked the door. There was a single metal framed bed in the room and several white cupboards, curtains, the usual stuff that these rooms have for minor emergencies.

“Stand still with your hands out,” Rachel commanded.

I did so and six pairs of girl’s hands undressed me, every hand touched and felt around my body as they did it. By the time they took off my corset, I was almost ready to go through the roof. Rachel pushed me onto the single bed and before I realized what was happening, Lisa and Yvonne tied my wrists and ankles to the metal frame of the bed. Emma produced a large, black scarf and tied it over my eyes so that I was completely blind.

“From this moment, Helen, you’re on your own, we won’t say a word.”

“But what’s happening here?” I asked her. There was silence. A hand touched my fanny and traced all around it. More hands touched my tits, and then a mouth came down over my nipple and started to suck. I was moving my hips, already becoming aroused, then I squealed in surprise as something long and firm was pushed into my cunt, probably a dildo, it felt like it. Whoever had hold of it started to move it in and around, I squirmed even more with pleasure. Then someone sat on my shoulders and lowered their cunt over my mouth and I started to suck, smelling the rich, girl scent of her musky body. Every time I came near to a climax, the dildo was removed, every time the girl over my mouth did come to a climax she came off and another, fresh, lovely cunt was lowered over my face. By the time I counted the sixth girl to sit astride me, I had lost all sanity, all reason, the dildo in my cunt, the hands all over me, even exploring inside my ass, everywhere, the cunt twisting in my mouth, I had become sex itself, I was sex. I came screaming to a climax and slumped down on the bed, totally exhausted.

They gave me a few minutes to recover, then took off my blindfold and untied my wrists and ankles. They wouldn’t allow me to dress, they had to do it all for me. I felt like a queen as I stood there with six beautiful young girls dressing me.

“That was your prize, Helen, was it ok?” Emma asked eagerly.

I smiled. “It was brilliant, I’ve never known anything like that. Thanks, all of you. I love you all.”

They hugged me again and I kissed them all. As I kissed Emma, I said, “but I do love you a little bit more, my darling.”

Her dazzling smile was a bonus. The seven of us walked out of school hand in hand with each other. We didn’t care, we were what we were. Mom was waiting for me and noticed it.

“You were very friendly with the other girls, did something special happen today.”

“Oh, just Glee club, it was really good. The other girls were really nice to me.”

“I am pleased,” she said. “Have you made any progress with finding the person who was filming you in the showers?”

I told her about the deputy head. She was interested, but cautious. “You know, if you accuse her it would wreck her career.”

“That’s no more than she deserves,” I said hotly.

“True, but only if it really is her doing it. Can you get any more evidence?”

I shook my head. “No-one saw her do it and she used an anonymous server to post up the video clips. Even Miss Epps didn’t see who attacked her.”

“Then you need to get her to admit it,” mom said.

I laughed at that. “Yeah, that would be great, but she’s not likely to, is she?”

“There are ways, you know. Put her in a situation where her emotions get the better of her and make sure someone is there to witness it. That would be enough.”

I thought about it, it was a perfect scheme if we could pull it off.

“Would you show me how to set it up, I suppose it means confronting her with the right things, push the right buttons so to speak?”

“Exactly,” she replied. “Of course I’ll show you. Let’s see if we can make her condemn herself out of her own mouth.”

Moms could be damn useful at times, even psychologists.

* * * * *

chapter TEN

When we got to school the next day, I cornered the girls by the lockers and took them aside for a chat. My mom’s scheme to ambush the deputy head was well received.

“Yeah, we need to nail the fucker good. Who could we use as a witness, we need someone who is above reproach, they won’t take the word of another schoolgirl?”

We discussed it, the problem was that another member of staff would be reluctant to help bring down the deputy headmistress. I had an idea. I asked them to wait a few moments while I went outside to make a quiet call. When I went back in, I smiled and said it was all organized, we just needed to name the time and the place and she would be there.

In the afternoon, I had another hockey game. The girls were out in their cute little cheerleading dresses, leaping up and down, shouting and chanting, I felt as if they were carrying me along on a wave of enthusiasm. Then I scored, a superb goal that had my teammates clapping and the cheerleaders shouting to the rooftops. It was especially gratifying because the bleachers were crowded. It was an important game, we were playing an out of state school who were favorites to win and my goal clinched it for Forest High. After the game I was carried out on the shoulders of my team and I watched with them while our captain was congratulated by the headmistress. Then it was all over.

“Come on girls, it’s time to head for a hot shower,” Rachel called over. “Helen, are you coming with us, the Glee club girls? We’ve got the use of the coach’s private shower room again so it’ll be much more comfortable.”

“Thanks, I’ll be right there.”

Jessica Epps was watching the game with a bandage over her head. She’d refused to take sick leave and was determined to carry on, she was a damned good teacher. I asked how she was and she said thanks again to all of us for helping her when she was injured. She was obviously not worried about our lesbian activities, as long as we were a little more discreet, so I gave her a gentle hug and a kiss, wishing her a speedy recovery. She was startled that I was so personal towards her, but pleased too that I showed that I cared. I kissed her again and started to leave. I noticed Roberta Simonds glowering at us and I gave her a withering sneer as I walked off.

The Glee girls were already stripping off and I joined them, I took off my hockey skirt and singlet, boots and socks and removed my bra and panties then walked naked into the shower. They were already starting to enjoy themselves and hands reached for me as I walked to a vacant shower head. As I stood under the steam of warm water, Emma came up to me and kissed me, a deep, meaningful kiss, one hand behind me to pull me towards her, the other hand explored my body, my tits, my hips, my face, my neck and then my cunt. I put my arms around her and held her close. I could see Yvonne kneeling down and licking out Rachel, Amy and Lisa were huddled together, one hand exploring each other’s bodies, the other hand in the other’s cunt. It looked like a scene from one of those depraved images of Roman orgies, I guess they had a lot of fun too.

“You girls, what’s going on? Stop that at once,” a voice shouted at us.

We froze, damn, our nemesis had reappeared. The frosty faced Roberta Simonds had come down from the field to check up on us and had caught us red-handed. We stood there naked, water dripping off of our bodies.

“Turn those showers off and come here,” she snapped. “I want to speak to you.”

We turned the taps and the flow of water stopped. We stepped out of the shower and stood before her, seven eighteen year old girls, we were all slim, pretty, proud, and she knew it. I could see the globules of water on my friends’ bodies, we hadn’t even been given time to dry. She started to shout.

“You think I don’t know what you get up to, it’s obscene, you’re a bunch of perverted lesbians, I’m going to get you all expelled from the school for this disgraceful performance.”

I stepped up to her. “You’re a lesbian, aren’t you, Miss Simonds? That’s why you’re so upset, because we’re young and pretty and can get off with our young and pretty girl friends but none of us want you, that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

She went totally crazy then, frothing and screaming. She was going to expel us from the school, sue me for slander, several other threats that I let drift by.

“I was educated in a Catholic school, you know, where the nuns insisted on the highest of standards, they would never allow this kind of thing. I come here and find that you’re doing it openly, its filthy, disgusting, nothing is too bad for you, we need to show the world how filthy it really is.”

“So why are you so attracted to lesbians, Miss Simonds?” I continued. “If you find it so bad, why did you record videos of what we were doing so that you could watch us over and over again in the privacy of your own office, or anywhere on the internet?”

“I didn’t do it for myself,” she shouted. “I did it to show you up for what you are, to put a stop to it so that people would know how depraved and disgusting you all are.”

She stopped then, realizing what she had said. “No, I didn’t mean that, it wasn’t what I meant to say at all, I mean, it wasn’t, I don’t know what I meant.”

Karen Green stepped out of the physio’s room where she’d been hiding.

“Miss Simonds, my name is Karen Green, I’m a psychologist here in a professional capacity as an advisor to this group of girls.”

“But, but you can’t’ be here, this is a school, it’s private property.”

“Oh, but I can be here,” she said. “I was concerned that my clients were being abused, so I had every right to be here. Thank goodness I was, I’ve just heard you admitting making illegal videos of them in the showers. I’ll be making a report to the school authorities and to the police, I suggest you start packing your bags, you’ll be spending a long term in the state prison, after that you’ll be on the sex offenders register for life.”

The deputy head sagged, her face was white.

“I just wanted to put a stop to it, I thought it would embarrass them into ending this kind of thing if they thought it would be seen on the internet.”

Karen looked at her sternly, I saw the steel I’d seen in her before, but this time it was tenfold. “You’re a liar, Miss Simonds. What Helen said to you is true, you are a lesbian, aren’t you? This isn’t about morals at all, it’s about jealousy. I expect you had a lover when you were at your Catholic girls school didn’t you, this is what it’s all about, she jilted you, didn’t she, betrayed you?”

Miss Simonds hung her head, quite obviously Karen had hit the nail on the head. The deputy head was a beaten woman, beaten by the expertise of the young psychologist, by my mom’s carefully planned scheme, and by our putting it neatly into action. She fell about, her sobbing rising to a hysterical scream.

“Claudia was the only girl I ever really loved, that loved me. She was everything to me, beautiful, clever, a wonderful lover. We planned to live our lives together, but when the sisters found out her parents forced her to leave me, she became a nun. A fucking nun!” Her voice rose to a shout. “The one fucking thing I couldn’t deal with, wasting her life in a closed convent, I couldn’t even say goodbye to her. Oh, my darling Claudia.”

We shuffled our feet, embarrassed. Karen spoke on her cellphone, then turned to speak to us.

“I’ve called for an ambulance from our psychiatric department to come and get her, she needs treatment, poor woman.”

“Poor woman be fucked,” Rachel snorted. “She’s a sneaky cow that almost wrecked out lives.”

Karen shook her head. “No, whatever she did, she’s just ill, that’s all. She must have gone out of her head when she was forced to split from her lover and she never ever recovered. Girls, we’ll have an ambulance crew coming here soon, don’t you think you ought to get some clothes on?”

We looked at each other, startled, we’d forgotten that we were still stark naked. We laughed and started to put our clothes on. Karen looked immensely interested when she saw the corset and suspenders that I was wearing underneath my school mini skirt.

The ambulance crew arrived, two guys, thank Christ we’d put out clothes on. They took Miss Simonds away. I think that was the last time that any school would see her inside the premises. We gathered around Karen to thank her for her efforts.

“It’s no problem, I’m happy to help,” she smiled. “You should thank Helen’s mom, it was her master plan that did it. Look, girls, why don’t you come back to my place and we can have a few drinks and celebrate that it’s all over.”

They were all in favor, it was quickly arranged. “Just one thing you need to know, girls. I’m a lesbian, until I meet some guy that makes me see things differently, that is. I love the company of other women, but unlike your poor, sick deputy head I make no secret of it, I’m proud of it. So understand that you would be coming to the apartment of a real, genuine authentic dyke.”

They were stunned for a few moments. Not me, of course, I’d learned a lot at Karen’s hands, literally.

Yvonne, surprisingly, broke the silence. “Well fuck me then, what are we waiting for, we were all worried for a minute that you weren’t a lesbian.”

The others let out a cheer and we surged out of the changing rooms. Karen called a cab for the other six girls and I drove away with her in her snazzy little Beamer Z4. The hood was down and I waved gaily to my friends as we left.

“Helen, why don’t you give your mom a call and ask her around to my place as well, she deserves to be a part of our little celebration.”

I was startled at her suggestion. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Karen, I don’t want her to think, well, you know.”

Karen laughed. “You think she doesn’t already know? I’ll bet there’s not much she doesn’t know. Give her a ring and invite her around, take a chance on it.”

Mom was pleased to be asked and said she’d be call in later. We arrived at Karens’ beautiful apartment and shortly after the other girls arrived. Emma came and held my hand possessively, she was obviously a little concerned about my relationship with Karen. She needn’t have worried, ten minutes later I saw Yvonne with Karen and the adoration in their faces was unmistakable. The doorbell rang and Karen pulled away to go and answer it. Emma pulled me closer to her and kissed me, a long, heavy kiss, her hand snaking around my neck to pull my head closer to her.

“Hi, everyone,” mom’s voice said.

I looked up guiltily and pulled away from Emma.

“Mom, I think you know everyone, we wanted to say thanks to you and to Karen for everything you’ve done, it was a brilliant job.”

“That’s ok, it was nothing really. Karen just told me that the woman was sick, so it was quite straightforward. Are you all getting over the awful shock?”

We all nodded, it was a feeling of freedom. Almost.

“Mom, about Emma, whatever you might think…”

“That you’re in love, is that what you mean?”

I stared. “So you knew?”

She laughed. “Look, I told you before, what you feel is what you are, I didn’t want to pressure you but let’s say, yes, I was pretty sure. When you’re with Emma, your face lights up, it’s a wonderful thing to see.”

It was hard to take it all in. “Right, ok then.” Emma came back to me and I put my arm around her and kissed her gently. She put her arm across me and held on, there was no doubt about what we felt for each other.

“So what about dad, when he gets back? What will he think?”

“Dad? I don’t even know when he’ll be back.”

“Yeah, but what will he say when he does turn up, how does he feel about, you know, women loving other women?”

“Not a lot,” she said. “Sometimes, I think it’s the reason that he’s rarely home, he just doesn’t like to think that women sometimes prefer the company of other women to men.”

“Right, I see.”

Something was knocking on the door of my brain, and it took a few minutes for it to filter in. “Mom, you mean that, you’re…”

She grinned. “Of course. I’ve known for years that I preferred women. I still love your father, of course, and we still have a marriage, but that doesn’t stop me living my life the way I want to, and when I want company, I prefer female company. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to influence you one way or the other. I’d have had a relationship with Karen, she did offer, but she’s more your age than mine so I said no.”

“But, did you know that me and Karen, well, I came here once and.”

I stopped, I couldn’t say any more. But I didn’t need to.

“I knew, yes. Karen told me that you two would be meeting and asked me if I minded. I told her I didn’t mind.”

Well if that didn’t beat everything I didn’t know what did. The doorbell rang again and mom went to answer it for Karen. She showed in a stranger, a beautiful, elegant looking woman, maybe a year or two older than her, fashion model looks and clothes.

“Helen, let me introduce Charlotte Dunbar, she’s a friend of mine. A very good friend of mine. Mom and Charlotte exchanged kisses and the woman shook my hand.

“Pleased to meet you, Helen, I’ve heard so much about you.”

Almost in a daze, I returned the greeting and introduced Emma.

They both shook hands, then Emma came back and put her arm across my front and pulled me in to her body. She was soft, warm and tender, she smelled of her delicious perfume, mixed with the scent of girl’s musk.

“Helen, this is a bit crowded, is there anywhere we can get some privacy?”

Mom overheard. “Of course there is, Karen won’t mind me showing you two somewhere that is a little more intimate.”

I followed her, I wondered if my shock was still showing.