Nevertheless, I have sometimes been driven into the ecstacy of a cum from these embraces, the moist flow of love juice soaking my thick bush of pussey hair particularly when I close my eyes and dream it is some handsome young man (like a certain cousin of mine) and that it is his hand inside my nightdress and cupped round my bare breasts…
The school is far from being a hotbed of tribadism, and in my opinion there would be even less lesbian activity if we were allowed to mix more freely with members of the opposite sex (take that phrase as you will, Mr. Editor!). Nevertheless, it is not unknown on venturing into the bathrooms, to find two girls wrapped together in a clinging wet embrace under the shower and I will admit that I have often been invited to join in this sensuous fun. Until last year I had resisted such temptations, but my resolve faltered when after a hard game of hockey, Miss Archer, the senior games mistress, asked my pretty friend Laura, who is blessed with long silky strands of auburn hair, and myself whether we would be kind enough to do her a great favour and collect all the players' sticks and deposit them in the gymnasium storeroom before returning to the pavilion to change back into our uniforms. Miss Archer is a jolly young lady, very popular with all the girls, and we readily agreed to her request.
Alas, after tramping all the way back to the school, we found that the storeroom was locked up and it took a further fifteen minutes to discover the whereabouts of Mr. Barlow, and obtain the keys from the old school porter. All the other girls had left the sports pavilion by the time Laura and I reported back to Miss Archer, but she had waited for us and she said gratefully: 'Thank you again for your help, girls. The kitchen staff have brought plenty of hot water so instead of a quick wash you can both luxuriate in a warm bath if you wish.' 'Oh, that would be lovely,' said Laura and we trooped off to undress in the changing rooms. We took off our boots and then I left Laura unhooking her skirt whilst I went into the bathrooms and began to Jill one of the baths with the pitchers of steaming water.
When I returned, Laura had pulled off her blouse and shift and was standing there quite naked except for her long drawers. Frankly, I was aroused by the sight of her bare breasts which jiggled so deliciously when she reached up on to the shelf above her head for a towel to take into the bathroom. I said nothing whilst I swiftly undressed, but Laura could see from the look on my face the effect her semi-nude body was having on me. Now also wearing nothing except my drawers, I reached up for another towel and then we trotted into the bathroom together. Laura clambered in first and let out a contented sigh as she slid into the welcoming warmth of the water. 'Oh, if only we had some decent soap to wash ourselves with,' I grumbled, as perched the edge of the bath tub, I coated my arms with the small unscented tablet provided by the school. 'Yes, for what our parents pay to send us here we should be given a choice of the best French soaps like Dubois-Crepy or Maubert's,' Laura said consolingly. 'Let's pretend we have a bar of Roger and Gallet's Fleur d'Amours.' (As readers of the fair sex will be aware, this is one of the most expensive toilet soaps on the market and is only available at the most exclusive stores.) Laura held out her hand and smiled at me. Her pretty face was partially shielded by damp, silky strands of hair which covered her shoulders and reached to the tops of her high, uplifted breasts which were topped by large strawberry nipples. I glanced downwards and my own bosoms began to tingle as I peered at her flat belly which was dimpled by a sweet little button in its centre and below which nestled a mass of curly pussey hair. Here I should state that my own breasts are not quite so large as Laura's but are just as delightfully firm and are almost unbearably sensitive.
Sometimes I have managed to spend simply by rubbing them against my fingers and yielding to the exquisite sensations as the nipples swell and throb under my touch. I stayed still, staring at the gorgeous girl's supple, sensuous body, whilst she returned a similar look at my own naked figure. 'Shall I wash your back for you, Susie?' Laura asked and when I said that I should like nothing better, she said: 'Then put in some more hot water.' When I turned round to pick up a half-full pitcher I was convinced that she was staring hard at the flaunted cheeks of my raised bottom. 'That's better,' she said and as the fresh water cascaded into the tub. She added brightly: 'Come on in with me then, if we squeeze up there's easily enough room for two.' There was no need for her to repeat the invitation. I squeezed in beside her and she began to sponge down my back.
'I'll sit up so you can lie back and rinse off the lather,' she suggested and as she moved up and I moved down, her arm slipped around my shoulders and our cheeks brushed together. Then, to my great delight, Laura let her fingers slide across my tummy and down into my wet blonde bush. I sighed with pleasure when her fingertips began smoothing a salacious passage from top to bottom along the edges of my tingling cunney crack and I slid my arms around her waist to hug her soft body whilst her fingers continued to rub insistently against my pouting pussey lips. Shivers of delight coursed through me when I sat up and Laura pulled her hand away and instead fondled my breasts as our mouths crushed together and her wet tongue slithered between my teeth and began to lap lubriciously inside my mouth. 'Oh yes, darling,' I panted when she tweaked my engorged raised nipple between her thumb and forefinger. I lay against the back of the bath as Laura returned her hand downwards and glided her fingers into my sopping slit. Her thumb prodded against my clitty and I squirmed with joy and pressed my own hand against her curly pubic muff. She let out a throaty gasp as I slid two fingers between her cunney lips and, as I sank them in to the knuckle, Laura pushed herself upwards, arching her back and wriggling her delicious body to signal me to penetrate her love funnel even more deeply. In the meantime she repaid the compliment by thrusting three fingers in and out of my juicy cunney at a fast, rhythmic pace, and at every stroke her thumb rubbed excitingly at the erect fleshy ball of my ditty. 'Susie, can you pull out the plug?' asked Laura. I swung my arm backwards and lifted the chain upwards to let the water begin gurgling down the drain.
When the tub had emptied, my finger slipped out of her cunt as she moved herself downwards. Next the frisky girl locked her thighs around my knee and she writhed her pussey back and forth across it. My senses reeled when she looked up at me and giggled before swiftly burying her pretty face between my thighs. Her hands slipped under my buttocks which she squeezed firmly as her mouth found my love lips and I squealed as she began nibbling at my erect clitty which now protruded out from my cunney. I pushed her head tighter against my groin and purred with pleasure as her tongue prodded a passage between my pouting pussey lips. 'A-h-h… A-h-h-h… A-H-H-H!' I shrieked as Laura brought me off in a series of exciting little cums and after this stupendous oral fucking, she lifted her head and whispered: 'Now will you please finish me off?' To say the least, this was an understandable and reasonable request with which I was happy to comply. At my suggestion we got out of the bath and Laura sat on the bath mat with her legs apart whilst I spread out a towel and laid down on my tummy upon it. I climbed on top of her and, entwined in the most passionate of cuddles, we exchanged a further passionate kiss, lips to lips, titties to titties and cunt against cunt. 'Oh darling! At last… at last!' murmured Laura as I broke off this sweet embrace and then moving downwards, nuzzled my lips around her hairy muff. My hands clamped themselves upon her jouncy soft bum cheeks and she continued to murmur and call out to me.