If you've read my Journal you will know that I'm not a very big person (well, the features that you can see when I've got some clothes on) and that my face is quite young looking. In the spring of 2001 Jon decided that I would go back to school. At first I was a bit horrified that he wanted me to spend days sitting through boring lessons, but after a couple of minutes of explanation I started looking forward to it.
Jon took a couple of days off work and we drove round the local comprehensive schools as the kids were going to school and when they were going home. It soon became obvious that that we should use the biggest school in the area. It has about 1,000 pupils and is about 3 miles from where we live.
On the second day Jon took me into town and bought me the school uniform. Some of the girls wore trousers and some navy pleated skirts. Guess which Jon bought for me. Along with the skirt he bought a white blouse that was a size too small, the right school tie, and some white knee socks (virgin socks he called them). Jon also bought a pair of knickers for me. I wasn't too happy about that as it now meant that I then owned a pair of knickers, the first for 3 years! They weren't your usual big schoolgirl knickers (I'm happy to say), but small, white, bikini knickers. Again they were a size too small so they were a snug fit over my pussy. When we got home Jon had me cut the lining of the gusset out so that there was only one thin layer covering my pussy. It did feel strange putting them on.
Jon then looked through the second-hand ads in the local paper and went and bought me a girls cycle that was originally intended for someone smaller than me, but would allow the seat to be raised so that it looked realistic for me to be riding it.
I was hoping that Jon would mount a dildo through the seat like one of the bikes that he has in his garage, but when I asked him, he said that it wouldn't look right for a schoolgirl to park a bike in the school bike sheds with a dildo sticking up through the seat. Of course he was right.
Jon then told me to shorten the skirt until it was just 6 inches below my pussy. I was a bit surprised by this as all my other skirts and dresses are at least 3 inches shorter than that. Jon told me that I might well need that extra length if I got caught and had to look decent. He also told me to elongate the blouse buttonholes so that they'd pop open easily, and when not expected. Jon then told me to wash the uniform lots of times so that it lost its 'new' look
The plan was that each morning for a few days (until I thought that I couldn't get away with it anymore), I would cycle to (and from) the school at the same time as the kids did. I would be wearing the uniform with the skirt so short that I would be letting everyone see my knickers. Once at the school I would mingle with the other kids and keep with the crowds until they went into their classes. I would then sneak out and cycle home. On an evening I would do the reverse.
The first Monday of the new term arrived and I got up, showered, removed my pussy rings (Jon's idea) and got dressed in my uniform (no bra — I don't own any). Jon had decided to be late for work that morning so that he could drive along the route and park near the school and see how things were going. However, it wasn't to be. Five minutes before the time that Jon had said I should leave it started raining, quite hard. Jon said that wearing a coat could defeat the objective so he decided that I should abandon that day and try again on the Tuesday.
The next morning finally arrived and I set off. John had told me that I was to pedal standing up rather than sitting down whenever I could, that way I would attract more attention. When he told me that I hadn't thought about it being windy. As it turned out it was windy and my skirt was blowing all over the place. My legs and knickers were attracting attention and I'm surprised that I didn't cause a few cars to crash.
As I got nearer the school there were other kids on their bikes and I slowed down to their pace. Some of the lads noticed me and I got a few crude comments. I loved it.
All the other kids were getting of their bikes at the school gate so I did. I followed them to the bike sheds and gave a few of the lads a great view of my knickers as I bent over to put the lock on my bike. When I stood up I checked round the hem of my skirt, it was just above the bottom of my knickers, front and back.
I followed some girls through the yard and into the school. By that time I was attracting a bit of attention from some of the girls as well as the boys. To put it politely, the girls weren't happy with me, but the boys were. No one passed any comments about my age so I guess Jon was right, I could still pass as a schoolgirl.
Inside the girls I was following went to a locker room. I followed them in and pretended to be sorting my bag out. After a couple of minutes I went back out into the corridor to discover that there were hoards of kids walking up and down to their classes.
I decided to 'go with the flow' and walked in the direction that most of them seemed to be going in. When I turned a corner there was a flight of stairs going up a couple of floors, and going round in a square circle — if you know what I mean.
As I was going upstairs I realised that I had a group of boys behind me. I could hear the same boy's voices over and over, and they ware talking about me. Just as I got to the top I decided to give them a better view, I stopped and bent over to tie my shoelace; I could feel the skirt go right up. The lads would be able to see all my knickers, some of my flesh above my knickers, and (because my legs were apart) my knicker clad pussy. As I looked back though my legs to see the lads had stopped and were staring, I resolved to do the same without any knickers.
At the top I turned a corner then turned round and went back down the stairs. I got a few looks, and a few comments, but that was all. Walking back down the corridor I heard the bell go and the corridor started emptying. I needed somewhere to go. There was a door marked 'girls' so in I went. It was a changing room. I looked round and found a door. On the other side was a shower room. I went in and found another door. Through that was another changing room. I was a bit puzzled when I opened another door. It was back to the corridor and had a 'boys' sign on it.
I was trying to workout what the set-up was as I walked back to the girl's changing room when I saw a notice board. There was a timetable for the use of the changing rooms, and the shared shower room. Not at the same time (English schools aren't at all liberated). The boys and girls used it alternatively with a used period after each period of use. That meant that there was plenty of time for any stragglers to get finished and out before the next batch came in.
As soon as I'd read the timetable and saw that 5C girls were in there first period that afternoon, and 5D boys were there for the third period, I realised there was some potential there. I was just about to go out and head for home when the door opened and a man on overalls came in. After what seemed like ages of us staring at each other (I saw his eyes staring at the tops of my legs), he said, "what are you doing in here?" In a good (true) Welsh accent I told him that I was new to the school and I was looking for a toilet. He told me that I should hurry up or I'd be late for class. He walked over and locked the door to the showers as I walked out. 'That was it' I thought, 4A boys were due there first period and the caretaker was locking the door to the girl's changing room. I guessed that he had to go there in the middle of each unoccupied period and lock / unlock the appropriate shower room doors. 'Yes' I thought, 'I'm coming back at lunchtime.'
The corridors were deserted and I easily managed to get to the bike sheds and leave by the side entrance. As I pedalled home, standing on the pedals, I wished that Jon hadn't bought me the knickers.
At 11:30 I packed my tennis skirt, trainers and a T-shirt into my 'school' bag, put on my uniform and pedalled back to school. I was enjoying the car horns tooting and the odd wolf-whistle and me. By the time I arrived at the school kids were already leaving. I parked my bike and walked to the big yard that had hundreds of kids in it. I ignored the comments from both girls and boys and went straight into the school and found a girls toilet. I'd decided that I was going to unroll the skirt so that my knickers wouldn't show, back or front, the take off the knickers. I didn't feel comfortable wearing them.
I went into one of the stalls and locked the door. Before going any further I just had to relieve a pleasant itch that I had. I decided to strip off before getting busy with my fingers. As my clit was getting some treatment I heard a group of girls come it talking about the 'new girl' who was obviously a slut. One of them said that something should be done about her, but no one had any ideas. I heard them peeing then they left just before I climaxed.
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