NEW GIRL AT SCHOOL

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009


It was in early November that Natalie arrived as a new pupil at the girls-only secondary school in the outer London suburb to which her parents had just moved. Natalie was four months past her sixteenth birthday, a pretty girl with rich brown curly hair falling to her shoulders, deep dark eyes and a slightly snub nose. She was not particularly tall at five feet four inches, and quite nicely slim without being skinny. Her most outstanding feature, in every sense of that word, was her bust – it came from her mother’s side of the family, who were big-chested women of Italian ancestry, and her figure had blossomed during the past year. She now wore a 30D bra, and was beginning to find even that rather tight and constricting; certainly, she must have had just about the biggest pair of tits of any girl in her class and perhaps in the year above as well.

It is always awkward to join a class in the middle of a term, as everyone has already made their friends and the groups are all established. However, Natalie didn’t find things too difficult – she was a bright and friendly girl, equable in temperament and confident without being pushy, and she knew she needed to be patient. Natalie was smart and fashionable, but without seeming to be a rival to the little clique of the coolest girls, and in general she got quite a pleasant reception.

One of the first and friendliest of the existing class to welcome her was Jenny, who was also in the second tier of the unspoken class hierarchy – she was just outside the smartest set, and was treated with general respect. Jenny was five feet nine inches tall and quite athletic – a keen tennis player, in fact. She had long legs with well-muscled thighs, a taut ass and a slim body. She wore a 28B bra, and had fine straight blonde hair; for school, she kept this either in a pony tail or plaited into a couple of pigtails.

As soon as the two girls met, they found that they had a lot of opinions in common and shared a similar sense of humour. Natalie had been in the class for less than a week when Jenny invited her to visit after school the next day, so that they could hang out together and get to know each other better. Natalie was delighted, and told her mother where she was going and that she wouldn’t be home until early evening.

Just before four o’clock the next afternoon, they arrived at Jenny’s house, a nice detached building of medium size in the same quiet suburban neighbourhood that Natalie now also lived in – her home being just a few streets away, perhaps a ten minute walk. Jenny unlocked the front door, explaining that there was no one there because both her parents worked in the city and wouldn’t get back until about seven o’clock, and her only sibling – a sister who was four years older – was away at university. They would have the house to themselves and, she said with suppressed giggles that at once infected Natalie as well, they could do anything that they wanted.

First of all, they fixed themselves a snack of orange juice and chocolate biscuits, and then spent some time in the living room, commenting on the DVDs and finding that they liked a lot of the same movies. Then Jenny took Natalie upstairs to her own bedroom and showed her that, and the two girls had some fun looking through Jenny’s outfits – there were several that Natalie admired enthusiastically.

It was now nearly five o’clock, as the two girls sat cross-legged on Jenny’s comfortable bed, gossiping about some of their classmates. They had shed their jackets and shoes, but otherwise were still dressed in their school uniforms. This consisted of white stretch socks to just below the knee, a dark maroon pleated skirt which came almost down to meet them, a plain white buttoned shirt, and a tie with alternating stripes of dark maroon and yellow – the school colours.

After a while, as talk lapsed a little and both girls were feeling comfortable with each other, Jenny began to compliment Natalie on her figure. The other girl blushed slightly, though secretly she was flattered, as Jenny declared she would just kill to have an amazing figure like Natalie’s. Then, with some hesitancy, Jenny asked if she could see Natalie’s breasts, which were quite well hidden by the stiff white shirt (and, at school, by the grey, maroon-edged, blazer as well). Natalie hesitated for a moment, but did not want to offend her new friend by refusing.

‘Well … OK’, replied Natalie, quietly and with a slight catch in her voice. She moved to undo her tie, and was surprised when Jenny reached out and touched her hand.

‘Let me … please’, breathed Jenny, and Natalie felt suddenly fixed in a moment of stillness, unwilling to deny her. Jenny loosened the knot of Natalie’s tie and drew it out from her collar, letting it fall unheeded to the bedroom floor. Then, gently but with an unhurried methodicalness, she began to unbutton Natalie’s shirt from the neck downwards, letting it naturally fall more and more open as each fastening was deftly undone.