Finishing School, Part 14

Like A Porn Star

(A brief recap: Mandy has sucked Nathan off in the back row of the Roxy, and swallowed his semen. Then she went for a  kiss but he pushed her away, saying she was disgusting trying to kiss him with cum in her mouth…)

Down the steps I stomped, cursing under my breath. What a complete knobhead! Natalie was right. Boys were all devious, manipulating pricks. All he wanted me for was to wank him and suck him off. No hint of returning the favour... not even a kiss! I marched across the foyer with fists clenched, ready to deck the first person who spoke to me.

“Hey, Mandy! Wait up a minute!” No! He wouldn’t have the gall to chase after me, surely!

“Slow down, Mandy. We need to ’ave a talk!” Hang on, that wasn’t Nathan’s voice...

I skidded to a halt just before the exit and turned around. Hurrying across the foyer after me, to my jaw-dropping surprise, was Sonya Willetts.

I was too shocked to speak. She was wearing black jeans and black bomber jacket. As she came closer I could see she was made up with mascara and bright red lipstick. She looked amazing! I stood staring at her with my mouth open. Sonya spoke first.

“What ’appened with lover boy, then? Nathan pissed you off or somethin’?”

“Yeah, something like tha... Wait a minute! What? You followed us in there?”

“I did, yeah.”

“H... how?”

“A little birdie told me you was on a date with Nathan tonight. He’d been braggin’ to everyone at school that you’d asked him to take you to the pictures.”

“The lying little tow-rag!” I spat.

“So I decided I’d treat meself, visit the Roxy, and see how you got on.” She smiled sadly. “Not too well, by the looks of it?”

“He’s... he’s a selfish pig!” I felt my face crumple as hot tears surged down my cheeks.

“’Ere,” she said, passing me a tissue. As I mopped my eyes she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and gave me a warm hug. “Fancy a cuppa?” she murmured in my ear. “There’s a caff opposite.”

I nodded and let her take my arm. She steered me through the cinema doors, across the road and into the cafe. In a daze I let her park me at a table in a quiet corner while she went to the counter. I realised the front of my dress was still unbuttoned and quickly did it up. A minute later she was back with two steaming mugs of builder’s tea. Without asking she stirred sugar in both of them and pushed one in front of me.

“That’ll cheer you up,” she said. I thanked her and took a grateful sip of the hot sweet liquid. It helped wash away the taste of Nathan, if not the memory.

I stared at the chipped Formica table and shook my head slowly. “I can’t believe I agreed to go out with that selfish prick... you’d think he’d show some gratitude.”

“He should,” she said, “after what you did for him.”

I lifted my head and widened my eyes. “You saw...?”

“Yeah. Your ’ead was bobbin’ up and down like a porn star.”

“Oh, God, how embarrassing!” I put my hand over my mouth. “Where were you then, Sonya?”

“Three seats away. You trod on me foot on yer way out.”

“Sorry!” My forehead furrowed as I puzzled over it. “I can’t believe you came just to spy on me.”

“I came to say thank you, Mandy. You stuck up for me on Monday, saved me gettin’ expelled. You didn’t ’ave to do that, ’specially after I took advantage of yer.” She looked down at her hands. “I shouldn’t ’ave done that. I’m sorry.” She sounded genuinely remorseful.

I reached across the table and squeezed her fingers. “You did take me a bit by surprise, Sonya. But I can’t pretend that I didn’t enjoy it.”

She looked up, surprised.

“In fact, I loved it,” I smiled at her. “I was having the best orgasm ever when Miss Bradshaw barged it and spoiled it.”

A big grin split Sonya’s face. “Was yer? Oh, God, Mandy. You don’t know how relieved I am. I was afraid I’d ’urt yer, despite what you said in the head’s office. That was the last thing I wanted.”

“No, you didn’t hurt me. You made me cum, big time. I loved it.”

“Thank Christ,” she said. “You don’t know how long I’ve lusted after you, Mandy. Had a real crush on you ever since GCSEs. Thought Monday was prob’ly me last chance to show yer how I felt.”

“Oh... I got the message, loud and clear.” I grinned back at her. “How come I never knew before?”

“You was always Miss Goody Two shoes, weren’t yer? Butter wouldn’t melt in meek little Mandy’s mouth, would it? Then suddenly you started actin’ different... like those fabulous tits of yours were finally tellin’ yer brain what they was there for.”

“Yes, you’re right. I seem to have turned from nun to nympho in the space of a fortnight. I think my hormones have finally kicked in... I can’t keep my knickers dry!” I giggled.

“Yer tellin’ me! You was drippin’ wet on Monday. Couldn’t believe me luck!” She laughed.

“Ah, well, there’s a story there...”

“Go on.”

“I told you I was late because I got waylaid?”

“Yeah.”

“It was Nathan. He caught up with me just before I got to the gym. Said he knew I was coming to meet you and he’d tell everybody unless I did him a favour.”

“Oh yeah? Let me guess... his pocket with a hole in?”

“How... how did you know about that?” I gasped.

“Seen ’im, ain’t I? Sitting in class, with ’is ’and in ’is pocket, wankin’ ’imself.”

“Why do I never notice these things?”

“You’re too busy list’nin’ to the teacher, or writing in yer book. Bit of swot, ain’t yer, Mandy?” She smiled. “Anyway, so you was waylaid by Nathan. What ’appened?”

“He tricked me into putting my hand in his pocket... and I ended up having to toss him off. I was angry with him, but I enjoyed getting my hand on his cock. It was fun when he spunked up the school wall!” I giggled.

“So... that’s why you ’ad wet knickers when you got to the gym?”

“Yeah.”

“And that’s why you agreed to come to the flicks with him tonight?”

“Yeah... that and persuading my mum I’m not a lesbian.”

“So he’s not your ‘steady relationship’, then?”

“Who? Nathan? God, no! He’s a complete pillock!”

“Who then...?” Sonya frowned for a moment. “If yer mum thinks you’re a les... it’s got to be your best friend, Natalie!”

I sighed. “Don’t tell anyone, Sonya. It’s not as ‘steady’ as Natalie would like it to be. But, yeah, we are, you know, best friends... with benefits.” I gave her a shy smile.

“Lucky old Natalie.” Sonya nodded somberly. “What I wouldn’t give... So why the date with Nathan?”

“His is the only cock I’ve had my hands on. I thought he might... you know...?”

“What? He might fuck you?” She shook her head in disbelief. “Christ you must be desperate, Mandy.” She thought for a minute. “Does Natalie know you was on a date with ’im tonight?”

“No. Don’t tell her, please. She was annoyed when I told her I’d wanked him off on Monday.”

“I can imagine.”

“Can’t help it, Sonya. I like cocks as well as pussies. Nat says I’m bisexual.”

Sonya smiled. “You was right when you said you’d gone from nun to nympho, Mandy. So... fancy a walk in the park?” She winked at me.

“Yeah... that would be nice.” I checked my watch. It was seven forty-five. “But I thought it closed at seven?”

“It does, but I know a way in. Should be nice and quiet. Drink up.” She drained the last of the tea from her mug.

Intensity Of The Moment

It was only a few hundred yards to the park, but I felt guilty and furtive walking along the pavement with Sonya in the late evening sunshine. It would be just my luck if Natalie cycled past and caught us. This was weird. Why did I think nothing of going to the pictures with Nathan, but cringed at the thought of being seen with Sonya? Nat and I weren’t a married couple or anything. I hadn’t sworn to be faithful to her, had I? Even so...

“Look, Sonya.” I stopped in the shade of some trees. “I’m not sure if I can do this...”

“We’re here now,” she said, pointing at a chain-link fence overgrown with hedge. “Cover me, Mandy.” Sonya looked both ways to make sure nobody was watching, then started unhooking the fencing. I turned to face outwards, and stepped back to hide her from view. There was no-one about. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see her disappear through a gap.

“Check there’s nobody watching, Mandy,” she whispered, “Then come through here.”

Sonya held the fence panel and a section of foliage to one side. I stepped through, taking care not to snag my stockings or my summer frock. Inside it was like the secret garden, dark under the trees where we were hiding, but bright and colourful in the open spaces where flower beds and mowed grass glowed in the last rays of sunlight.

“This way,” she said. “Follow me and stay in the shade.”

We crept along under the cover of the trees that bordered the park. In a particularly dark spot, Sonya stopped and turned to me. “Do you mind, Mandy?” she asked, licking her bright red lips. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Nice of you to ask.” I smiled at her, opened my mouth and moved my face closer. Sonya touched her lips to mine so softly and delicately I opened my eyes in surprise. This was a new side to Butch Sonya that I hadn’t seen before. After that first butterfly kiss, she extended her tongue a little and ran the tip around my lips, leaving a trace of tingling wetness that set little sparks bursting in my head.

Then she brought our mouths together gently and slid her tongue in between my teeth until our tongue-tips were slipping around each other, tasting and testing. Her hand slid behind my neck and softly pulled me closer. Our lips opened wider as we each tried to swallow as much of the other’s mouth as we could, licking and sucking, tugging at lips with teeth, sharing each other’s saliva. If I’d had any doubts about sneaking off for an illicit session with Sonya, they had evaporated and been replaced with a feeling of lustful bliss.

Eventually we pulled our hungry mouths apart and stared into each other’s eyes, both overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. My nipples were tingling, and my wet panties pressed against my hot, throbbing clitoris.

“Fuck me, Sonya,” I gasped. “That was awesome, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, it was. And yeah, I will, Mandy,” she smiled, licking her lips, “but not here. I’ve got a better place for us to go. Come on...” Sonya took my hand and led me onwards through the gloom of the overhanging trees. The sun had set while we were kissing and in this wooded edge of the park the light was fading fast.

“Over there,” she said, pointing to an octagonal wooden construction, surrounded on three sides by rows of bench seats. “It’s the bandstand. Nice and cosy. Nobody’s going to see us once we get in it. But getting there could be tricky while it’s still this light.”

There were about thirty yards of open ground between our position and the bandstand. Sonya was pointing off to our right, where in the distance a small bungalow was visible. “That’s the park-keeper’s cottage and he could spot us if we make a dash for it now... especially your light summer dress, Mandy.”

“So... what do we do?”

“Wait for it to get a bit darker. I can think of one or two things we can do while we wait.” She pulled me further into the darkness of overhanging branches and simply hugged me for a while. I was surprised she wasn’t tearing my clothes off.

“Mmm, this is nice,” I said after a minute, “but not what I expected. What happened to the fiery passion?”

“Oh, it’s still there, Mandy, make no mistake,” she murmured in my ear. “I’m trying hard to hold it in check while I savour the moment. You don’t know how long I’ve been dreamin’ of just holding you in my arms like this.”

I hugged her a little tighter. “That’s nice, Sonya. I had no idea... I was always a bit scared of you, to be honest.”

“Yeah, well, growin’ up with four older brothers, plus a mean bastard of a father, I had to be tough just to survive. I learned to fight and put on some muscles. Don’t mean I ain’t got a softer side. Just don’t show it very often.” She lifted her head and looked in my eyes.

“When you kissed me back there...” I nodded in the direction we’d come, “It was the most tender, blissful thing I could imagine. You can show me your softer side whenever you like, Sonya.”

“I’ve ’ad a crush on you for so long, I got desperate. I shouldn’t ’ave done you like I did. I won’t ever force myself on you again, girl, so you just tell me what you like, and I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

I smiled at her in the gathering dusk and started to unbutton my dress. “I’d like you to show a little love to these, for a start.” She watched entranced as my cleavage and silky bra were uncovered. Her hands reached inside my dress and closed around the two full globes, her thumbs brushing lightly over the hard bumps where my nipples were trying to push through the fabric.

“God, your tits really are amazin’, Mandy. Can they come out to play, please?”

“Be my guest,” I said raising my arms. “Can you undo it for me?”

Sonya slid her hands around my back and unclipped the bra fastening. My breasts slipped out of the cups as she lifted the support away. I was pleased they didn’t sag too much, despite their size. I held the bra up under my chin and thrust my shoulders back. Her hands caressed my tender flesh and her fingers drew circles around my nipples that had stiffened further in the cool air.

She whistled softly. “These really are fuckin’ gorgeous. So round and full and beggin’ to be sucked. Can I...?”

“I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t. Yeah, go for it.”

I held my breath in anticipation as she lowered her head and gently lifted my right breast to bring the nipple to her lips. She sucked it in and laved the tight little bud with her tongue. “Aaah, yesss,” I hissed. A warmth spread through my breast like she’d just breathed fire into it. She sucked in the whole areola and suckled on it like a baby, squeezing the breast softly as if trying to get me to lactate. At that moment, I wished I could. The thought of my warm milk spurting into her mouth made my knees go weak.

Sonya transferred her mouth to my left breast and repeated the suckling and gentle squeezing. “Ohh, yesss. That feels so good,” I moaned, stroking her hair and cradling her head with my spare hand. She continued to suck and caress my breasts in turn for several minutes, until my whole chest was glowing, and I was squeezing my legs together to try to quell the throbbing in my clitoris.

When she finally pulled her mouth away, leaving her thumbs and fingers rolling my nipples back and forth, she said, “what awesome tits, Mandy! You’re goin’ to be the best mother ever. I’d love to be your baby, suckin’ on these beauties all day long. They’re a real force of nature, girl. I hope I didn’t suck too ’ard?”

“No, not at all. I wish I had some milk for you. I’d love to feel it squirting into your mouth, and see you drinking it down.”

“There are ways...” she said.

“How do you mean?”

“You don’t need to ’ave a baby to lactate, Mandy. There are ’ormones you can take to bring it on... or you can get someone to suck on ’em, like I just did, four times a day for a couple of weeks. That’ll do it too.” She gave me a big grin. “Can I volunteer?”

“How do you know all this stuff, Sonya?”

“Human physiology. It’s me special subject, ever since I started body buildin’. Been studyin’ it for four years. That’s why I find our biology A-level such a doddle. Already done most of it before we started the lessons.”

“God, that’s amazing, Sonya. Are you going to be a doctor or something?”

“Nah. I’m fed up with school. Couldn’t stand goin’ to  uni. I’m hopin’ to get a job after the exams. Fitness instructor, personal trainer, somethin’ like that.”

“You’ll be great. One look at your muscles and anyone would want you to show them how.”

Sonya paused in her caressing of my breasts to look across at the bandstand and up towards the park keeper’s cottage. “I think it’s dark enough now, Mandy. Let’s see if we can get over there without being seen.”

Next time: What will happen between Mandy and Sonya in the bandstand? Find out in Finishing School, part 15 ‘Soppy Romantic’ Or search for Finishing School by Arabella Maghri, for the full story.