Chapter 5: Sex at School

We walked to the School grounds together holding hands, and I led Andrea around the back of the Air Raid Shelter, one of the ugly, squat, heavily reinforced concrete buildings hastily constructed at every school in case the Japanese bombed us during WWII.

The single steel door was deeply recessed in an alcove. When I asked Uncle Frank about that later he said the alcove gave ‘blast protection’, but I didn’t know or care about that when I backed Andrea into it and we started to kiss again. The area around the Shelter was ‘out of bounds’ as far as schoolkids were concerned, and that rule was strictly and easily enforced, since one set of staffroom windows looked directly at the alcove, but this was the weekend.

Sucking face standing was a new experience for me. Being able to French, while we had our whole bodies together felt amazing. I could feel the hard lumps of Andrea’s nipples against my chest, and rub and press my stiffy against her belly. She really liked that and wriggled and ground against me in response. And our hands were free to roam. Neither of us did any asking. I grabbed one cheek of her bum, and Andrea renewed her attack on my fly buttons. She had two hands available, and had them all undone very quickly, but since I had put my underpants back on there was a layer of somewhat crusty cotton material between her and my cock.

“I really want to see it” We broke apart for a moment, and I undid my belt and pushed my grey serge slacks and underpants down to my knees. Andrea certainly saw it. My cock was throbbing with my heartbeat, and swung a little from side to side as my weight shifted. Andrea was transfixed. She reached out and took me in one hand, and explored my balls with the other.

“Careful!” After a few seconds, she moved closer. She bent to bring her face down to ‘dick level’, and for a wonderful moment, I thought she was going to suck me. But she just gazed at my cock, examining it minutely and moving her hands to stretch the skin every which way. After a few more minutes, she knelt down on the dusty concrete of the alcove, and started to jack me.

“I’m going to spurt spunk soon!”

“Tell me before you do.” She paused for a second. “Would you like some spit?” I nodded, but Andrea evidently had another thought. “My coochie’s very wet. I could put some on my hand.”

“I’ll spurt straight away if you do.” She reached under her skirt. It was the smell that set me off as much as the slippery stimulation, although the knowledge that my cock was being bathed with the juice from a real pussy was also very exciting. I groaned and jetted four or five ropes of spunk. Andrea pointed my cock away from her face, so most of it went on the door beside us, but she licked her lips repeatedly as I finished. There was a little on her hand, and she touched it tentatively with the tip of her tongue and wrinkled her nose as she did so. For a few seconds I was a bit unsteady on my feet, and I held on to Andrea’s shoulders as she knelt in front of me.

After a few breaths I became acutely aware that my pants were now around my ankles. Uncle Frank said that all men are programmed to be unaware and uncaring about danger until they have spurted, and then become cautious once their balls are empty. But that was later. In the moment, I was aware that I wanted two things. First, to pull my own pants up, and second, to pull Andrea’s down.

I did the first bit on my own initiative, but before I moved to advance the second, I did my first asking since we left the Ascot.

“I want to see your coochie. Can I take your pants down?”

Andrea didn’t answer. I didn’t know if that was a ‘yes’, so I just stood beside her, fiddling with my belt. After a few seconds she seemed to come to some decision. She pulled down her panties, and stepped out of them before pressing herself against me for more French kissing. I stroked her breast with one hand, and pushed the other under her skirt. Once again, I was slightly confused about the exact location of her opening through her bush, and once again, the sudden feeling of warmth and slippery wetness on my fingers was almost a surprise.

We were soon back at the point where she had asked me to stop in the theatre. I stroked her with the heel of my palm on her button, and my middle finger going all the way inside her. Everything was very wet and squishy, and the whole alcove smelled of pussy. As Andrea squirmed and wriggled against my hand and her tongue wrestled with mine, she started to moan into my mouth. I presumed that she was liking what we were doing. I certainly was.

After a few more minutes, I started to get hard again. I don’t think Andrea felt it. We were in contact from her nipples upward, but my hand and wrist were between her belly and my stiffy.

“I feel like I’m going to pee!”

“Can I keep going? Perhaps you can have a climax.”

“What if I pee?”

“It won’t be much!” She didn’t answer, but she didn’t move away, and instead she kept grinding against my hand, and reached to tug and squeeze the nipple I was ignoring. I didn’t know whether that was a ‘yes’, but I kept going anyway, and after a few more minutes, Andrea stiffened and shuddered, before pushing my hand away from her coochie.

“I did it! I had a climax!” She started to laugh. “And I didn’t pee! I thought I was going to but I didn’t!”

“Don’t you want me to touch you any more?”

“My coochie got too sensitive.” I was worried. Alec had made her bleed.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, but after I had the climax I got too sensitive to keep going.” I took a risk.

“Can I kiss it better?” Andrea nodded, and moved to stand with her legs spread, leaning back against the steel door with her pelvis thrust forward. I knelt in front of her, uncaring about the effect of the dusty concrete on the knees of my trousers.

I inched forward and lifted Andrea’s skirt, but I couldn’t see much. There was a forest of black curls, with a slash of scarlet in the middle. I could smell her really strongly though, and my cock was so hard it was uncomfortably cramped inside my crusty underwear. I tried a closed mouth kiss on the scarlet lips. As soon as my lips made contact with her coochie, its smell and slickness encouraged me to open my mouth and suck her. She wriggled and groaned, so I was encouraged to explore her with my tongue.