Secret Schooling 1

I was already gushing wet in my panties from my excitement just from thinking about what was going to happen that wanted to run, but knew that would draw unwanted attention. Instead I simply tried to pretend I was calm and walked slowly down the large half empty hallway as all the other kids were ignoring me as they got happily about their business now that school was over and they had the weekend ahead. The jocks and cheerleaders were packing books into their lockers to get ready for after school practice, while the geeks and nerds were taking them out to go home and study for the upcoming midterms. I however bypassed my locker entirely as nothing could distract me from my goal.

The note simply said, “2×2=3B”. It would mean nothing if anyone else saw it or maybe they would think it was just a math problem. That was why we had used code, since if anyone found us out it would be the end of the world for us both. Neither of our families that would never understand and with college just around the corner we needed to pretend everything was normal for just a little while longer to make sure we both got in the same school together as we had planned.

It was a little after three o’clock at the door to the school basement and my nerves were ragged. I looked around nervously, but no one was nearby and the few people down the hall weren’t even looking at me. My heart was racing as I quietly did as the note instructed, knock twice, pause, then knock twice more. Instantly I heard it unlock and Simone peeked through the sliver of doorway she opened. “Nicole?” I heard her cautiously ask.

Standing there in the open I was terrified so hissed, “Of course! Hurry and let me in!”

In a frantic flutter I pushed open the forbidden door enough to snake in before she hastily shut and resealed it with the lock behind me. “How did you even get in here?” I demanded as I looked around. The basement entrance was really nothing more than a janitors closet and some stairs down. Mostly there was just rolls of toiletry paper, soaps, and some other cleaning materials.

She held up a piece of Scotch tape that was dirty as if it had been stuck to something beforehand. “Asked the janitor for some paper towels and taped the lock while his back was turned,” she bragged like she was a criminal mastermind. “Come on, let me show you what I found.” Then she grabbed my hand and lead me quickly down the dimly lit solid concrete stairs that made little noise even with us running.

“But what if the janitor comes in?” I asked worried about being discovered even more as well a adding the crime of trespassing.

“He hardly ever comes further than the door from what I could tell,” Simone assured me. “All that is down here is just storage, see?”

Looking around I could see she was right. Mostly it was a lot of things that were just spare or replacement items for school equipment. Some old obsolete movable blackboards, several brand new empty trash cans, a dozen or so desk-chairs for students, but then to one side was the prize she wanted to show me. A giant stack of inch thick exercise mats for gym class that she had pulled of three or four to make an improvised bed bigger than either of ours at home. “Ta-da!” she said proudly waving to them.

“Nice!” I congratulated her as I went over to flop down on one. Simone, ever the showoff though dropped down, kicked off her shoes, and did a forward roll to join me. They were hard and firm, but definitely softer than the ground or a cement floor. My knees still ached remembering the time in the bathroom. But just thinking about that again returned my thoughts to the reason we were even here and I my heart beat fast in my chest for a different reason than fear.

“So?” Simone said laying down on her side, one arm propped up to hold up her cute red head. “Did I do well enough to get rewarded?”

I smirked and blushed. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, but just giving it to her wasn’t as much fun as making her work for it. “I suppose,” I said facetiously as if I hadn’t quite decided yet. I bent my head down to hers, my long brown hair draping down one side of my face to tickle her cheek as we kissed.

As her bright pink lips melted in with mine I again found myself still disbelieve that I’d fallen in love a girl, much less one that was so silly and strange as this one. But maybe it was because of that we had ended up here? If she hadn’t accepted that dare to kiss me at that party on Halloween I’d probably still be unhappily chasing after some idiotic jock. All the guys hooted when she’d kissed me, and we both played it off as just a joke, but she had felt it at that instant too. That one simple, silly joke of kiss had changed us forever.

That next week she had come to my house to apologize for surprising it on me and wanted to assure me that she was straight and not onto girls. Of course I said the same thing, utterly convinced it was the truth, but somehow felt funny just having to say that. We’d known each other for years, and while not the more than acquaintances at the time I found myself wanting to spend more and more time with her. Simone seemed to enjoy that as well and by Thanksgiving we were inseparable; the best of friends and I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

Then there was our next kiss, our first real serious kiss. I was at her house for a study date and I just couldn’t help myself. Our heads were so close together pouring over her math book and then she looked at me with those deep emerald green eyes she has. Our first kiss had been quick and playful and I didn’t even know it was coming, but this one was slow and deliberate, passionate. If she hadn’t started kissing me back, or worse had freaked out, I would have been devastated with embarrassment. Instead she accepted me by opening her mouth and letting our tongues dance across each others for several blissfully perfect minutes that stretched on forever, much as was happening right now. I could feel her desire for more and I had that same desire and now had the freedom to fully express it for the first time in my life thanks to her.

I moved and we rolled back onto the hard mattress as I started to explore her body with my hands. When I first met Simone in high school I’d been jealous at how she had gotten her modest breasts before me, but only a year later I realized what a curse they actually were. While I had only mosquito bites at fourteen, my body decided that since it was late to the game to make up for it in volume. At fifteen I was already a C-cup, but kept growing to eventually top out around a D-cup last year.

That had gotten me the attention of the boys that I always thought I had wanted. It was actually horrible. I’d become a cow that boys wanted just for my sweater meat and if that wasn’t demeaning enough my back ached all the time getting used to the change in chest weight. The worst though was the leering and gossiping from the girls who had once been my friends, making me feel like a slut even though I was still a virgin. They say the worst thing is getting what you wish for, and big tits sure fell into that category. In fact the only time I liked them was at times like this when Simone reached up to touch them gently.

Her breasts were only a B-cup at best, but that made them just right to fit in my hands and still stay upright with little discomfort for her. As I pushed up her shirt to touch her bra she already had both hands squeezing each of mine.