Finishing School, Part 11

A Moment Of Madness

“Thought you wasn’t comin’.” Sonya stood there wrapped in a towel, combing her short spiky hair, still wet from the shower. She looked amazingly fit. The body-builder thing doesn’t do it for me, but there was something fascinating about her arms and legs rippling with muscles.

“I got waylaid, sorry.”

“Come over ’ere, Mandy. We need to ’ave a little talk.”

“Yes... well,” I stammered, closing the gap hesitantly, “I... I’m in a steady relationship now, Sonya. So you need to leave me alone.” It sounded pathetic now that I said it out loud.

“Oh, yeah. So I was right, then.” Her eyes narrowed. “Well, I’ll leave you to your lover-boy, then Mandy...”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“... on one condition.” She moved towards me and I backed up against the lockers.

“Wh... what’s that?”

“That you know what you’ll be missin’.” Sonya pressed her forearm across my chest, trapping me in place. My mouth opened in shock and she promptly clamped her lips over it, thrusting her tongue inside.

“Mmmphh!” A muffled squeak of protest was all I could manage.

Within a second her hand was up my skirt, her fingers were inside my knickers and at least two of them – it was hard to tell – thrust straight up into my vagina.

“MMMPHH!” I squeaked again, at a higher pitch, my eyes almost popping from my head.

Sonya responded by leaning against me, her warm, damp body crushed against my breasts, as she pushed her fingers deeper and curled them to find my G-spot. A wave of ecstasy radiated out from my hips making my nipples tingle and my legs shake. My groan of pleasure told Sonya she had hit the jackpot and I was now putty in her hands.

She pulled her face off mine. “You was soppin’ wet Mandy. Well ready for this, weren’t yer?”

I meant to shake my head, but another thrust from her hand turned it into an open-mouthed, droopy-eyed nod. “Ohhh, God!” I moaned. I closed my eyes and rested my head back against the lockers.

“Like that, don’t yer, Mandy?” As if she didn’t know.

“Mmm, yeah.” I croaked.

“Then open yer legs a bit wider, sweetie,” she growled. “Let’s get another finger in.”

All resistance gone, my thighs fell apart. I felt Sonya sliding another finger into my tight, dripping hole – that had to be at least three! – and slowly, gently, she worked them deep inside. The sensation was mind-blowing.

“Aahh, fuuuck!” My head fell forward, my face on her shoulder. She smelled of shower gel and, to my amazement, I found myself licking and sucking on her throat.

“Return the favour, then darlin’.” She whispered in my ear. I didn’t understand what she meant. “Go on, Mandy. Get yer fingers up my cunny.”

My right hand rose of its own accord, slipped under the fluffy towel that was wrapped around her torso, and found her hot and hairless pussy. I cupped my palm around her bald mound and slipped two fingers inside her sopping snatch. Sonya responded by rocking her hips, forcing my fingers deeper, while her own plunged upwards, rubbing against my G-spot, making me see stars. My legs started to shake as the first tsunami of orgasm broke over me.

“OOHH GODDD!” I cried, and my hips took on a life of their own, humping and twitching.

“SONYA WILLETTS!” Screamed a woman’s voice, intruding on my moment of madness.

My eyes snapped open to see Miss Bradshaw, the PE teacher, striding across the changing room towards us.

Sonya didn’t turn her head. “Oh, that’s a shame, Mandy,” she muttered, as she reluctantly unplugged her hand from my pulsating pussy and stepped back, leaving me shaking against the lockers, cum juice dripping down my legs. I closed my eyes and waited for the tirade, half expecting to feel a stinging blow across my face.

When it didn’t come, I cautiously opened my eyes to find the athletic Miss Bradshaw, and muscle-bound Sonya, squaring up to each other. The teacher’s right hand was raised ready to deliver a blow, while Sonya’s fists were up in front of her face, ready to strike back. They seemed to be frozen in time.

“No, don’t,” I said. Both turned to look at me. The raised hand and the clenched fists slowly dropped. I pulled myself upright and straightened my skirt.

“Weren’t ’er fault, Miss. I bullied ’er into it,” said Sonya.

“I don’t doubt it,” fumed the teacher. “Get dressed, Willetts. Then present yourself to the headmistress’s office immediately. Amanda, come with me please.”

I followed her on shaky legs. The bell rang as we left the gym. When it stopped ringing, Miss Bradshaw turned to me. “Can you walk all right, Amanda? Do you need to go to the sick room... see a doctor?”

“No. No, I’m all right, Miss, thanks.”

“Well, I think you’ll need a medical examination, but we’ll see what the headmistress says. Follow me.”

We marched through the school to the head’s office, everyone turning to look at the red-faced teacher with the bedraggled sixth former trailing in her wake. The school rumour mill would be alive with gossip all afternoon. I just hoped nobody noticed the wet trickles leaking down my thighs. If they did, my reputation would be completely shot.

“Miss? Can I go to the toilet please?” I asked, as we neared the loos.

She stopped and turned around. “Well, I think the doctor ought to see you first in case...” Her words trailed off as she glanced down and saw the wet inside my knees.

“Please, Miss!”

“Oh, Amanda! Of course. I’ll come in with you, in case you need anything.” She pushed open the door and ushered me into one of the cubicles. “I’m not surprised you wet yourself,” she said as she closed the door to give me some privacy. “I’m just out here if you need me.”

She obviously thought I’d peed my pants, and was treating me like the innocent victim. I suppose I was a victim, of sorts, but innocent...? I think I’d lost any claim to that title a week ago. Once I’d had a wee and mopped up, I hoisted my soaked panties and went to wash my hands.

“Oh, Amanda.” Miss Bradshaw put a friendly arm around my shoulders and gave me a hug as I rinsed my hands. “I’m so sorry you had such an awful experience.”

Awful!? She obviously had no idea I was in the grip of the most amazing orgasm when she barged in on us. But I couldn’t exactly tell her she’d ruined a wonderful moment, could I? Playing the innocent victim might be my ‘get out of jail free’ card, I decided.

“Wait here a minute, Amanda,” she said, indicating one of the chairs outside the head’s office. At that moment the office door opened... and guess who stepped out? Nathan Barras! Had he told Miss Bradshaw I was in the gym with Sonya? Shopped me after I’d wanked him off? The rotten little sneak! I fired a furious look at him, but he just frowned and shook his head before sauntering off down the corridor.

“Ah, good,” said Miss Bradshaw, looking in the opposite direction. “We have the culprit.”

I turned in time to see Sonya arrive and plonk herself in the seat next to me. She folded her arms and stared at the wall opposite.

“Wait here.” The teacher went into the office.

I turned to look at Sonya, but her face was set like stone. “Don’t say a thing, Mandy. Let me do the talkin’, okay?”

A minute later we were standing in front of the headmistress’s desk, while Miss Bradshaw told of entering the gym changing room to discover Sonya had me ‘pinned against the lockers’ and a ‘serious sexual assault’ was in progress.

“Willetts has been given permission this past year to use the gym’s weight training equipment in the lunch break, headmistress,” said the teacher. “And this is how she repays us... with an unprovoked attack on an innocent girl.”

“What were you doing in the gym at that time, Amanda?” asked Mrs West, the headmistress.

Sonya growled, “I told her to meet me.”

“I didn’t ask you, Willetts!” barked the head before looking at me. “Amanda, why were you there?”

“Like she says, she told me to meet her.”

“And you felt obliged to go?” She frowned. “Were you intimidated in some way?”

“Well... partly. And I had something I wanted to say to Sonya.”

“What was it?”

“Well... um... I wanted to tell her that I was already in a steady relationship, and she should leave me alone.”

“I see... so this wasn’t the first time Willetts had made an unwelcome advance?”

I said nothing. It was Sonya who piped up again, “I touched ’er up on Friday... on the school field.” She seemed determined to dig an even deeper hole for herself.

“Good God!” gasped Mrs West. “What kind of beast are you, Willetts?”

Sonya stared straight ahead and said nothing.

“So,” she turned to me, “you went to tell Willetts to leave you alone in future... and she launched an unprovoked attack? An attack of a serious sexual nature, I’m told by Miss Bradshaw.”

“She didn’t hurt me, Miss.”

“We’ll see about that. Have you called the doctor, Miss Bradshaw?”

“Not yet, Headmistress. I thought you ought to talk to the girls first.”

“I don’t need a doctor,” I said. “I’m not hurt, honestly.”

“The police will need a doctor’s report, Amanda,” said the head.

“No police, Miss, please,” I pleaded. “I’m not making a complaint, so the police aren’t necessary. Nor the doctor. I’m okay, really I am. I think Sonya just got a bit carried away...”

“As did every rapist in history!” Mrs West thumped her desk with her fist. “I will not let the reputation of this school be besmirched by some... some sexual predator!”

“If we don’t call the police,” I suggested, “nor the doctor, then nobody else needs to know, do they? I’d rather keep this just between us, if you don’t mind?”

“But your parents need to be told, Amanda.”

“No they don’t. I definitely don’t want you telling them, Miss. Please?”

“Well...” Mrs West looked at Miss Bradshaw, who raised her shoulders in a faint shrug. “If you are quite sure, Amanda, then there’s little more we can do...” she turned to Sonya, “except expel this girl, with immediate effect.”

“No, Miss!” I blurted. “That’s not fair. Not right before A-levels. Let her sit her exams, please?”

“You seem determined to protect your attacker... why is that?” Mrs West looked puzzled.

“I... um... I might have encouraged her, Miss. Without realising it, so to speak. And she didn’t hurt me... so there’s no need to expel her, is there?”

The headmistress sat and thought for a long moment. “Very well. But I don’t want you exposed to this threat again, Amanda.” She looked Sonya in the eye. “I don’t want to see you on school premises again, Sonya Willetts, except for the duration of your exams. And if you so much as look at this poor girl again, I shall report you to the police without hesitation.”

Sonya gulped and nodded.

“Collect your things and leave the school now, Willetts. Return only for your exams. You are to have no further contact with Amanda, do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss.” Sonya turned and left the head’s office.

“Are you quite sure you are okay, Amanda?” asked Mrs West, after Sonya had closed the door.

“Yes, Miss. I’m fine, really.”

“Miss Bradshaw. I’d like you to find Amanda some clean underwear from the small emergency supply we keep in the staff room. And some suitable sanitary pads to allow her to get home with some dignity.”

To me she said, “You are free to go home as soon as you feel comfortable, Amanda. Would you like me to get the school secretary to run you home in her car?”

“No Miss. I can manage on the school bus, no problem.”

“Well, you are a very brave young woman, Amanda. And, if you will permit the observation, a rather well-endowed one too. If you wish to avoid unwanted attentions, you might want to consider a larger size of blouse and a longer skirt in future.”

God! She’s beginning to sound like my mother!

“Yes, Miss.” Why we called married teachers ‘Miss’ I don’t know. But we did.

“Thank you for your fortitude and for giving Sonya Willetts a second chance today. I hope she has learned an important lesson. Go with Miss Bradshaw now and good luck with your upcoming exams, Amanda.”

Don’t miss the next episode - Finishing School, Part 12. How will Natalie react to the news of Sonya’s ‘assault’ on Mandy? Does Nathan have an innocent explanation? If you can’t wait for the next episode, google ‘Finishing School by Arabella Maghri’ (that’s my pen name by the way).