Chapter 1

These are not in date order but picked randomly from my memory.

One of my school friends; Denise came from a very rich family. Despite this she attended an ordinary state school because she wouldn’t go to school away and we travelled on the same school bus. She always had money but like me, rarely carried more than a few pounds in her purse.

Her father was white, but her mother was mixed race, not that things like that bother me but we tended to go about together quite a lot. She had had coffee coloured skin, flowing jet-black hair down to her shoulders and the darkest brown eyes you have ever seen. She was a real beauty and I was secretly jealous of her looks. She on the other hand was jealous of my white skin and blonde hair. She also liked boys and girls while I was really a boy’s girl but open minded.

We became friends after an incident in school and although I have not seen her for over a year, we remain friends.

We had been playing Netball against another school when I went in low to steal the ball from an opposing defender and as I grabbed it and leapt to shoot for the basket; the defender leapt to block the shot and Denise also leapt to cover the interception. The three of us collided in mid air and carried to one side, unknowingly landing on Mrs Walters, the games mistress, who was refereeing the match.

There was a huge tangle of limbs, but we three girls were unhurt and laughing although slightly winded. I had a leg under my armpit and slapping the calf I said to the opposition player “Is this yours?”.

She laughed and said “I would be a funny shape if it was. I could see Denise underneath her and realised I must have landed on another player. I reached behind and slapped the bottom of the leg’s owner saying “Sorry! You can wake up now!”

A hand gripped mine and a familiar voice said “I am not sleeping and if you strike me again you will have so much detention you will need to bring a sleeping bag”

There was a mad scramble as the three of us climbed to our feet, leaving Mrs Walters still breathless on the floor.

Denise ran behind her to help and I stepped forwards to grip her arm.

Her face was suddenly an inch from mine hissing “You are standing on my hand, you clumsy idiot.”

I released her arm and stepped back.

The sudden move sent her and Denise backwards onto the floor and Denise’s elbow struck Mrs Walters in the face.

Denise scrambled away leaving Mrs Walters to get up unaided.

The hall was silent although the opposition players were choking back their laughter. One of their teachers was making her way across the hall making admonishing wags of her finger to her players. “Are you OK Amy? She enquired.

They spoke quietly for a moment a few guffaws coming from the two of them.

Mrs Williams lifted her whistle, blew and shouted “Penalty to Cardiff!”

As she lowered it she pointed to Diane and me and said “See me after the game.”

There were ten minutes of the final quarter to play but there was such a state of avoiding bodily contact that the score remained until the final whistle (information only – we lost)

As the two teams made their way to the changing rooms, Denise and I awaited our fate.

Mrs Walters was a large woman; I don’t mean fat; she was around 6 feet tall which is taller than most men in South Wales.

She had a trim but muscular body and when telling off pupils took a disconcerting delight in smacking her right fist into her cupped left hand as she towered over them, or as now us!

“I’m...”

She silenced me with a lifted finger, and we stood there in silence.

Perhaps a minute passed before she said in a normal conversational voice “You two can clear all the equipment and displays before you go.”

We nodded

“One more thing. Nothing to do with this match but you Mo will go centre next week, and I am making you Captain. Don’t get too excited, I am just trying different combinations. You, Denise will move to defender, that was a spectacular leap. Keep that ball out”

She turned and strode out of the hall.

Denise and I stood there silent for a few seconds, both a little disappointed at losing our attacker roles, both relieved there were no exquisite tortures, ritual disembowelling, or floggings (Corporal punishment had been banned at our school for years). “Not even lines.” said Denise.” (“lines” is a form of punishment which involves the repeated writing of a single sentence such as “I must not sit on teacher during Netball games.”

It doesn’t sound much but try it up to 1000 times (usually 100 times). Neatest writing or you might be told to do it again.

Everyone had gone by the time we reached the showers and the water was only lukewarm. The two of us chattered and laughed as it rained down on us and grabbing a bar of soap each, we began soaping each other.

I could feel the bar of soap stroking my pussy and realized she was gazing at me.

We had been in the same year since joining the school and had circulated the class with our owns group of friends but without animosity apart from the time I dated her boyfriend over a year earlier.

I didn’t move away as it felt nice and besides, with only one shower head in operation the water was getting a little warmer.

I am not a lesbian, but it holds no fear for me. I smiled and put my arm around her waist and pulled our bodies closer

Our breasts touched and she leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed back and let my tongue worm between her lips.

“I didn’t know!” she gasped her mouth flooding under the shower.

I grinned. “I’m not.” I said, “But I’m not against it either.”

We kissed again.

Her head slid down to my breast and she looked up at me, one nipple in her lips.

I smiled back. “I will let you know if you do anything I don’t like.”

She spent some time on my breasts and I made mental notes to better train future boyfriends.

I must be honest; I liked it.

Her mouth tracked down my belly, there was some hurried rubbing around my mound, and she looked up with a grin “Soap!” she said and returned her mouth to my pussy which now had a slight ache.

“Wait” she said and stood up, turning off the shower. She took my hand and led me to the locker side of the changing room and sat me on the wide in the middle bench before pressing my upper body back towards the bench. I am usually quick on the uptake, so I slid back pulling my legs onto the bench.

She circled and stepped between my legs then bent and swirled a nipple in her hot wet mouth. Her mouth trailed down to my pussy and my tummy began a tiny pulse as her tongue inched inside me. She sent her tongue deeper.

“Most of the boys argue whether or not you are a virgin.” She said, “Most of the girls think you are not.”

I laughed “You and quite a few of the boys know I’m not”

My doctor had finally found a contraceptive pill that didn’t wreck my body with side effects and Adam, my long-term boyfriend had taken my cherry in the boys’ showers next door.

I jerked as her mouth found my clit and worked on it

“Which boys?” she asked and attacked my clit with renewed vigour, adding “What are they like?”

I was paralysed by a “ginormous” (think earthquake) orgasm which rocked my pussy against her mouth and lifted my buttocks from the bench.

She sat there like the cat that ate the cream while I recovered my breathing.

“Which boys and what were they like?” She persisted.

“Adam was first.”

“We all guessed that!” she smirked.

There were only three others and I named them.

She squealed as I commented on the boys’ dimensions and performances.

“Donald?” she yelped at one point. “You did Donald?” She sounded unbelieving.

“Adam’s fault.” I chuckled “I discovered he had been seeing Claire in the lower class.”

“I went for a walk and a cry up the mountain and saw a little clear mossy patch just off the path. I was sitting there when Donald came along with all his birdwatching gear. He spotted me and came and sat beside me asking what the trouble was. I told him and he put his arm around me We had been talking like that for some time when I had an ache where I was sitting and I stretched out with my head in his lap and closed my eyes.”

“Don’t stop” said Denise

“A while passed as we continued to chat and it was warm, then I felt his hand inside my bra and a stirring under my head.”

“Wicked” said Denise.

“I felt a breeze and partially opening one eye I discovered that my dress was unbuttoned. It was a front opening bra and he was amazingly nimble.”

“You remember that Donald is a tiny lad, bullied by some of the boys and one or two of the girls.”

“I thought “Let’s have a look at you, sunshine “.”

“I reached up and unzipped his trousers and reached inside.”

“He is huge. I wrapped my lips around the top and gave him a good sucking while he stripped his clothes off.”

“He pulls this truncheon from my mouth (not often that happens) and swings down to my lower body, strips off my panties and kneels between my legs, cock in hand.”

Denise was open mouthed “And then?”

“I thought of Adam and that bloody Claire. I ran my fingers down that weedy chest and said “You seem different somehow.” And let my head fall back on the moss as his python pushed into me.”

“The little devil also knows how to use it. I came two or three times on that mountain.”

We sat there giggling

We dressed and walked out arm in arm as if we had been lifelong friends forever.

She never mentioned our session in the showers but a couple of months later we had been in her front room since mid-morning revising for upcoming exams. She was rotating her shoulders, holding books and files in front of you can be both exhausting and painful.

I kneaded her shoulders and she was groaning with relief and after a few minutes she shuffled behind me and treated me. We stripped off the tee shirts and jeans we both wore that day and alternated with the massage and manipulation.

She kissed me as we often did in private, no tongues, just kissing and my hands went to her panties when she jerked away. Half laughing, I said “I still owe you after the showers.”

She reddened.

“Sorry Mo. It’s not that I wouldn’t like to, but I know you don’t think of me that way and I (her voice dropped to a whisper), I have a girlfriend

we have promised things”

“But we are still friends?” I asked

“Yes of course, but I have promised that we won’t...” She replied then leaned over and kissed me.”

Time passed and we were the closest of friends with no sex although she may have come close when her girlfriend dumped her for an older woman (Isn’t that a novelty).