Finishing School, Part 10

Fun Guys To Be With

“Natalie?” I whispered urgently as we sat outside during Monday morning break. “Do you think I’m turning into a nympho?”

“Oohh!” She grinned. “I do hope so!”

“No, I’m serious, Nat.” I stared intently into her eyes. “I dreamed about a boy I saw at Wicksteed Park yesterday...” She frowned and pouted.

“Oh, God no, Nat.” I squeezed her hand reassuringly. “Nothing like that. I didn’t fancy him at all. He was only fourteen or so. But the cheeky little bugger did that wanking thing...” I demonstrated with my hand, “as I was waiting in the queue at the ice cream kiosk.”

“What a knobhead!” she said.

“Yeah. My thoughts exactly. But last night, as I was drifting off to sleep and dreaming about you...” She smiled for the first time.

I smiled back. “Your panties may have had something to do with it.”

“Good swap, eh?” She winked seductively.

“Yeah, amazing turn on, thanks. Well... I was just getting myself off nicely when that little knobhead appears – or, more accurately, his cock did – and I couldn’t help myself...”

“Oh, Mandy... you didn’t?” She frowned again.

“Couldn’t stop myself. I licked his ice cream... then I sucked his cock!” I giggled, but Natalie didn’t laugh. “I had the biggest orgasm ever, Nat. I seem to be addicted to cocks as well as pussies. Does that make me a nympho?”

Natalie sucked in a deep breath then let it out in a long sigh. “No, Mandy. It means you’re bisexual. But I don’t know what you see in boys. They’re devious, manipulating pricks, every one of them.”

A penny dropped. “Something happened to you, didn’t it?”

She looked away into the distance and stared at nothing for a minute. Finally she said, “Long time ago. Family camping holiday. Met my uncle on the way back from the shower block. Said he wanted to show me some rare mushrooms he’d spotted in the woods.” She turned and looked at me with sad eyes. “Then he got his cock out and said he was ‘a fun guy to be with’. He thought it was funny.”

“No!”

“Yeah. Grabbed my hand and made me stroke it. It was gross, Mandy. I was nearly sick. Thought he was going to rape me, but when I started crying, he let me go. Said not to tell anyone.”

“Did you?”

“No, never. Not ’til now. But that’s why I don’t like men. Don’t trust any of them.”

“Don’t blame you. What a horrid thing to happen. Your uncle as well...”

“So, don’t talk to me about cocks, Mandy. I never want to see one again.”

The bell rang and I said I’d see her before I caught my bus home. Natalie had different classes to me, lived near the school and went home to lunch, so we normally caught for up a chat while I waited for the bus. She headed for French, I legged it to the biology lab.

As I made my way towards an empty lab stool a hand grabbed my arm. It was Sonya Willetts. She pulled me close and growled in my ear. “Gym changing room, 12.45.”

She let me go without making eye contact and I stumbled to my seat, my head whirling. What did she want? I’d meant to get Natalie to help me come up with a strategy for dealing with Sonya, but Saturday afternoon’s unexpected turn of events had wiped it from my mind.

One thing I knew: you didn’t ignore Sonya Willetts! If she told you to do something, then you did it, or suffered the consequences. I’d have to go see her, but I’d tell her I was in a steady relationship and she needed to leave me alone. If she didn’t agree, then I would report her assault from Friday.

The second half of the morning dragged on towards lunchtime. Triple biology wasn’t my favourite part of the week’s schedule, but at least it was the last one – ever. A-level classes came to an end on Friday. Revision and exams followed. Then it was goodbye school and hello university, a thought that both thrilled and terrified me.

Much as I wanted this last biology class to be over, part of me wanted to stay in the lab forever and avoid the looming confrontation with Sonya. But the clock above the blackboard ticked inexorably towards the bell at noon and without rewriting the laws of physics, there was nothing I could do to stop it. When it finally rang, I sat still and waited for Sonya to leave first. She walked to the door, turned at the last minute and shot me a single glance that was unmistakable. I gave a hint of a nod and she was gone.

For the next forty minutes I dawdled over my lunch in the school canteen while Nathan Barras, one of the boys from my biology class, sat opposite and tried to make conversation. It was mostly about the upcoming exams and the parts of the syllabus he felt uneasy with. I had the feeling he was trying to chat me up, but the distraction was welcome, so I gave short answers between bites of my sandwich and apple. He’d eaten all his at morning break, he said, looking longingly at the confectionary in my lunch box. I finally gave in and tossed him my biscuit bar, partly because I felt sorry for him, partly to shut him up.

At twelve forty I stuffed my lunchbox in my bag. “Well, good luck with the exams,” I said and marched out, trying to look more confident than I felt. I’d already decided to sneak round the back of the school building, rather than approach the gym via the main corridor, where anyone could see me. Everyone knew that Sonya was the only one who used the weights in the gym at lunchtimes, so I didn’t want to make it obvious I was going to meet her.

I was just approaching the point where the main school building ended and the gym, added as an afterthought, started, when a boy’s voice called out, “Hey, Mandy. Wait up a minute.”

I stopped dead. It was Nathan Barras who must have followed me from the canteen. “Where are you sneaking off to?” he asked as he caught up to where I stood.

“None of your bloody business!” I was annoyed, and he knew it.

“Going to meet Sonya, aren’t you?” he said, with a knowing smirk.

I stood there, fuming, but couldn’t think what to say. If I denied it, he’d follow me. The last thing I needed was him telling the whole school I’d had a secret meeting with Sonya in the gym.

“Look, I won’t tell anyone,” he said, slyly, “but you have to do me a little favour.”

“Oh, yeah? What?”

He took a step closer and then half-turned. “Put your hand in my pocket,” he said over his shoulder, holding open the trouser slit on his right hip. “Got something for you. It’s a present.”

I stood there undecided. I couldn’t think what he was playing at.

“Go on, Mandy. Or I’ll tell everyone what you get up to with Sonya.”

“This had better not be a trick,” I said slipping my hand in his pocket and finding nothing there.

“Further.” He grabbed my arm and thrust my hand forward, through an opening in the lining of his pocket. My fingers brushed something warm and hard and throbbing.

“Christ!” I gasped and tried to pull my hand out, but he held it firm.

“Just hold it for a minute, Mandy. Then I’ll let you go for your secret rendezvous with Sonya... and I won’t tell a soul.”

I had no real option, so I un-balled my fist and closed my fingers around his pulsating cock.

“Just for a minute,” I said, checking my watch on my left wrist. “I’m late already.”

“Better get on with it then,” he said. “Move your hand up and down.”

I did as he asked, figuring the quicker he got off, the sooner I’d get away. His cock felt like a warm, hard sausage with a loose velvety skin as I pumped it gently, not sure what to do with it.

“Aaaahhh, yes. That’s it,” he said, looking over his shoulder with a grin. “Back up, Mandy,” he nodded towards the gap in between the walls of the two buildings behind us. “We don’t want everyone to see, do we?”

We shuffled backwards a couple of paces until we were hidden from view, him gripping my arm and me holding his penis. He unzipped his trousers and the bright shiny head of his cock poked out. “Now... you can wank me off,” he said.

I watched, mesmerised, as his cock slid back and forth between my fingers. I’d dreamed of getting my hands on a boy’s dick, but not like this. I was angry with him, but as his stiff member swelled and throbbed in my fist, my annoyance was replaced by fascination. There was something mesmerising about the way the purple head of his cock slid inside the foreskin on the upstroke, then reappeared, bulging and shining, on the downstroke.

“Ohhh, yeah,” he grunted as I squeezed a little more firmly. “That’s good, Mandy.”

A bead of clear juice emerged from the tiny slit in his cockhead. I took that as a promising sign that something interesting might happen soon.

“Faster?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he gasped, as I sped up. “Oh fuck, that’s...”

“Hmm?” I was beginning to enjoy the control I had over him.

“That’s... aaAAHH... that’s ITTTT!”

He thrust his hips forward, making his cock and my hand protrude further from his trouser fly. Like magic, a stream of white cream spurted from his cockhead and painted a stripe on the brick wall. I gasped in surprise.

“FUU... uck!” he grunted.

This was fun. I pumped him again and a second spurt shot across the gap and splattered the wall. I giggled. It reminded me of milking a cow. After a few more strokes and a few more spurts and dribbles, I figured he was about done.

“You finished, Nathan?” I said, slackening my grip on his member.

“Yeah... thanks.”

“Tell anybody and I swear I’ll kill you.” I said, wiping my hand on a tissue and making my escape. I ran around the end of the gym building and in through the side door, my panties feeling decidedly soggy. It seemed my pussy had found Nathan’s cock a turn-on, despite me being annoyed. I checked my watch as I burst into the gym changing room – it was eight minutes to one.

What happens next in Finishing School, Part 11? Will Sonya Willetts do something to innocent Mandy? If you can’t wait for the next episode, google ‘Finishing School by Arabella Maghri’ (that’s my pen name by the way).