Chapter 2: Of Algebra and Lacy Bra

The following morning I noticed from the timetable that we had games lessons in the afternoon and we had a frantic ten minutes turning out a packing case to find my games kit. "Why didn't you say last night?" shouted my mum, "You must get yourself more organised!" I still managed to get to school before the bell went. I had lunch with Marie and Stephanie this time, and noticed with some shame that Lisa was sitting alone in the corner of the canteen. I looked for her later to apologise but she said she didn't mind at all, she was used to it.

She asked if I would like to come round to her house that evening and she would take me through the algebra stuff. I remembered what Marie had said about being alone with Lisa, and said, "I don't really know my way about the city yet, Lisa, would it be better if you came to my place this time?"

"Sure, where is it you live?"

"Oooh, the posh end," she laughed when I told her the address, "OK, I can come over on my bike, it's not far. I'll do my other homework and see you about seven, all right?"

In the games lesson, I was rebuked slightly for having the wrong colour games kit but I played the 'new girl' card and was just told to get the right kit by the following week.

Afterwards I showered and changed as quickly as I could, making sure I didn't appear to be ogling the other girls. I didn't want to pick up a reputation like Lisa.

I did notice that again Lisa was changing and showering alone. I looked across when she was dressed in just her bra and panties. I had to admire her body. Her stomach was flat and her boobs were surely in about a C cup. Beautiful. I had to tear my eyes away from her before anyone noticed me staring. She really did things for me and I couldn't deny that. I was beginning to really look forward to her visit later that day.

As seven o'clock approached I was looking out of my window for her arrival and right on the hour I saw her cycling around our rather long drive. I felt a strange excitement and ran downstairs to let her in. She was dressed in a short, but warm-looking, jacket and jeans. She beamed when she saw me and I took her shoulder bag containing books whilst she parked her bike in the porch. I took her in the lounge to meet mum before we went up to my room to do the algebra. Dad was still at work, of course. Sometimes he would not come home for days, but my mum was well used to this. I grabbed a couple of cokes from the fridge and some tumblers and then I showed Lisa up to my room. Lisa was in awe of the whole place.

"God, how lucky you are to live in a place like this. It's fucking huge!" she said.

"Yes, they always let us have a nice place. It's not ours though. Just loaned to us while my dad's assignment is in progress. This is my room, what d'you think?"

"Wow, it's awesome!" she sighed as I opened the door. Like most of the bedrooms it was almost a suite, with a lounge area and en-suite bathroom. In the alcove by the big bay window, my dad had put my desk where I could do my homework in peace, and I had a good view over the front gardens. I would only have needed a kitchen to turn it into my own apartment!

She brought one of the dining chairs over to the desk and we spent the next hour or so doing the algebra while she attempted to make sure I followed the examples. Eventually my brain had reached saturation point so we agreed to call it a day and packed away the books. I stretched and walked up beside the desk to look out of the window while Lisa packed her bag. Although it was now dark the lawn was floodlit and I could see about nine or ten rabbits on the grass. "Hey come and look at this," I exclaimed.

Lisa came and stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. Because of the desk there wasn't room for her to stand alongside me. She laughed at the rabbits and stood very close to me, with one hand resting on each of my hips, steadying herself while she stood on tiptoe to see out over my shoulder. I was sure this was just an innocent touch to her but it sent something approaching an electrical shock through me. Her breasts were pressing against my back and I was sure I could feel her nipples touching me. I crossed my arms just under my tits and placed one hand on each of her hands.

I don't know if I intended this to be a signal for her to go further, but she seemed to take it that way. Maybe unconsciously I wanted her to. When she brought her hands round my waist, my hands sliding up her arms, it certainly felt good and I was trembling with excitement as the intimate moment unfolded, not knowing if this was leading to anything else, but secretly hoping it would. She gently squeezed me and stroked me from my tummy up to the bottom of my bra. This continued for a few minutes, or was it hours? It was like a dream. I was floating. I was hardly daring to breathe in case it broke the spell.

Her face was nuzzling into my neck, kissing me gently through my hair and I leaned my head backwards against her shoulder. My eyes were closed and I was willing her hands to touch me more intimately. Not a word was being said. No words were necessary. We surely both knew what was happening. With my hands on her elbows I gently pushed her arms upwards and her hands responded by sliding over my bra-covered breasts, squeezing them gently through the thin material, feeling the small bumps made by my aroused nipples. She was making small kisses over the side of my face now and I turned my head as much as I could until her lips were brushing mine. I found myself turning towards her and our lips engaged properly.