Staying on With Emma

Staying On With Lucy

Fuck.

That’s all I could think as I entered the classroom. I was staying on (In our school staying on is where you stay behind after school to do homework etc.). I had some crappy English homework to do that we’d had set by our fat lump of shite of a teacher. If anyone saw that show, Britain’s Fattest Man ages ago, he was an exact replica of him.

Anyway, I was entering the classroom, and sitting there, at the front was the goddess known as Lucy Hamilton. She could not be sexier if she tried. Her smooth soft skin was slightly olive coloured. She had rather light brown hair, which cascaded down a beautifully shaped face. She had amazing tits for a 14 year old, 32D, and a beautifully slim, toned figure. She had the greatest ass I’d ever seen, and legs that could leave anyone speechless. She was wearing a very tight white school shirt, through which I could clearly see her dark nipples underneath, poking out of her shirt making it clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her sleeves were rolled up. Under that she had a short black pleated skirt and her legs were concealed in a pair of black stockings that were slightly translucent so you could see her beautiful legs through. The skirt was so short that the stockings were the only things from making it too short to wear in school. She truly was one of the sexiest girls I’d ever seen. She was also a slut. It was a well known fact that Lucy had already had previous sexual encounters and she had a different boyfriend every week. And I was going to be spending an hour with her. Alone. Yay.

I say yay so unenthusiastically because I have a very strange personality. At home and with people I know and like, I’m my normal self. I am also quite weird. But when it comes to people I don’t usually speak to, or insanely pretty girls, I am completely useless. If a sexy girl borrows something off me in class they usually keep it because I’m too shy to ask for it back. I’m not ugly or anything, I have long brown hair, a slim figure and my face isn’t ugly. I also like to think I’m pretty cool as well. I’m sorry to burden all my problems on you, dear reader, but I’m just setting up the story.

So there I was thinking “Fuck”. I walked in and sat on the same row as Lucy, but a few seats down, not wanting to be pervy or anything. To my surprise she turned at me and said, “Are you actually gonna leave me to be a loner? Come here!” I quickly moved up a couple of spaces so that I was sat next to her. I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. Her hair smelt of strawberries. I managed to strike up a conversation, to my amazement, “So you doing the English homework as well?”
“Yeah,” she replied, “I usually wouldn’t but my parents said they’d ground me if I didn’t get my grades up.”
“Bummer,” I said, sympathetically. As we continued working, we talked a little.
“So do you actually like Mr Harmstrung then?” She said.
“Well, apart from the fact that he’s a fat lump of crap and that he hasn’t got a clue what he’s doing, yeah.” I said. She giggled at my remark and said,
Just then the door opened and in came Miss Jones. She was another English teacher. I had had her last year and she is extremely pretty. She has a beautiful face with shoulder length light blonde hair. She is very slim and has rather small boobs, around a B cup. Her legs are pale and smooth. I also find it hard to make small talk with teachers, especially pretty ones, so I found it nearly impossible to talk to Miss Jones.
She came in and said, “Don’t mind me; I just wanted to find somewhere quiet to work.” We mumbled in acknowledgement as you do when you’re a teenager, and continued to work. With a teacher in the room it was very hard to talk in the silent room.

Just then I felt Lucy’s hand touch mine. Just the lightest of touches sent an electrical jolt through my body. My heart started to pump faster. You could see I’d never had a girlfriend. I looked up at her and she put a finger to her lips, signalling me to be quiet. I got the hint and looked back at my hand. Without a word she pulled my hand underneath the table and into the inside of her thigh. Her smooth silky skin felt good on my stimulated finger tips. She dragged my hand up the inside of her stocking covered leg, exhaling heavily as she did. I then felt a different, slightly moist fabric. I felt the thin material of her panties stretch as I pushed my fingers into them. Again she exhaled. I looked over at Miss Jones. She was looking at her laptop screen, completely oblivious to what we were doing. I then felt and saw her put her own hand on the side of her waist. She pulled at something and I felt the thin material pull away into my hand. I pulled my hand from under her skirt and in it was a pair of black bikini bottoms. The tassels at the sides were undone. I lifted them to my face and smelt her deep aroma. They smelt of sex and pussy. I quickly put them in my pocket and she took hold of my hand again.

I got more confident and put my hand back between her legs. I rubbed her clit up and down with my finger, before inserting it into her pussy. She was already mildly moist and I pumped my finger in and out of her. I heard her breathing start to quicken so I stuck another finger in her vagina. This was too much for her and before long she was squirting sweet juice onto my fingers. A quiet moan escaped her lips. Miss Jones looked up at us and said, “Anything wrong?”
“No, we’re fine.” Lucy replied, managing to act normal after the intense orgasm she had just had. I pulled my fingers from under her skirt and lifted them to my mouth. I tasted her heavenly nectar. She tasted amazing. I then saw Lucy rolling down her stockings. I just sat staring with my mouth open as she pulled them down to reveal her smooth pale legs. I rubbed her thigh and felt her soft milky skin on my damp fingers. She put the rolled up stockings into her top pocket of her shirt and, to my disappointment, continued working as if nothing had happened.

After a while she wrote something on a blank piece of paper and passed to me. “So do you like my pussy?” It read.
“Fuck yes!” I wrote back.
“What about my legs?” She asked.
“They’re heavenly. I could lick up and down them all day.”
“How about Miss Jones?” This stunned me. Ever since year 7 I had fancied Miss Jones. She was just so beautiful and slender. I wanted to kiss her luscious lips forever. I replied to Lucy, “Erm…”
“Ooh, so you do like her.” She said teasingly.
“Well doesn’t everyone?”
“Fair point, I mean she’s pretty and has a great body.”
“Yeah”
“So you’d wanna fuck her then?”
“Sure I guess.”
“What if I could make that happen?” Again I was stunned.
“No way. That would be impossible.”
But you’d do it if I could?” She said.
“Of course, but you can’t.”
“Just watch me.”
And with that she turned round to Miss Jones and said, “Miss, are you a virgin?” I was speechless.