Finishing School, Part 17

A Real Education

After our practice the previous week, Natalie and I were like a Formula 1 pit crew. Clothes were pulled on, bed straightened, perfume sprayed, and incriminating evidence hidden away by the time my mum’s voice echoed up the stairwell.

“Mandy! Natalie! We’re home! I’m putting the kettle on. Come down for a cuppa in two minutes, girls.”

The kitchen benches were covered in bulging supermarket bags and mum was shoving packets into the fridge and freezer. “Can you see to the kettle please Mandy,” she said. “I just need to put these cold things away, then we can have a drink. How have you two been getting on with your revision?”

“Oh... great.” I hadn’t given school or the upcoming exams a single thought. I looked at Natalie and saw a barely suppressed giggle about to erupt. She buried her nose in a tissue and made funny noises for a few seconds. “We’ve done loads, Mum,” I lied, thinking of King Kong instead. “But there are some new things we haven’t tried yet.”

She looked round, puzzled. “New things you haven’t tried...?”

Natalie’s face reappeared, a picture of shock and fear. I realised then what I’d said and panicked. “Oh... er... I mean testing each other on our subjects, Mum. It’s no good just reading stuff, you know. We have to quiz each other from our textbooks. See how much we’ve remembered.” Natalie’s face sagged with relief, Mum’s switched from frown to smile.

“That’s nice, dear.” She turned her smile towards Nat. “It’s a good thing you’ve got Natalie to do your homework with, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling. “We’ve learned loads from each other. It’s been a real education.”

Natalie eyebrows nearly met in the middle and she shook her head in terror. Then the dam burst, and she was in fits of giggles that even the tissue couldn’t disguise. She managed to turn it into a coughing fit and Mum was patting her back. “There, there, dear. Whatever is it?” And to me, “Get the cups out, Mandy, and let’s have some tea. Poor Natalie is choking. Spent too long with her head in those dusty old books, I expect.”

That set Nat off on a fresh bout of giggle-coughing. By the time I’d got teabags in mugs and was pouring the boiling water on them, Natalie’s face was bright red and she had tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Hello, hello... what going on here then?” said my dad, stepping through the back door. “You all right, Natalie?”

“She’s just had a coughing fit, Brian,” explained Mum. “But I expect a nice cup of tea will put her right.”

I handed round the teas and opened the biscuit tin, offering digestives to Mum and Dad first. Nat shook her head as she held the tissue over her mouth and nose, her eyes pleading with me to help her escape.

“Do you mind if we take ours upstairs, Mum?” I said. “We’ve still got a lot of work to do.”

“No, of course. You two go and get stuck in—”

Natalie had stopped in mid-stride and was now quaking, tea slopping out of her mug, strangled squeaks escaping from her mouth.

“Oh dear!” Mum took the drink from her. “Here, Mandy. Take these up on a tray. Perhaps Natalie needs the bathroom?”

Natalie nodded and made a dash for the stairs. I followed with the drinks tray, trying hard not to collapse with laughter too. Behind me Mum was mopping the floor and saying, “I don’t know, Brian. Something upset her, didn’t it? Poor girl looked like she was about to have a fit.”

Natalie had recovered her composure by the time we were called down for supper. But she made me swear to say nothing to set her off again. We managed to get through our fish, chips and peas without any further meltdowns and discussed the next day’s trip to the seaside over an ice-cream-in-a-cake confection Mum had brought from the shop as a special treat. Baked Alaska, I think she called it.

We’d had a spell of hot and sunny weather, which was unusual for early summer, and Dad said the weather was forecast to continue with light winds and blue skies on the Norfolk coast where we were heading. The sea should be warm enough for a dip, he said, and Mum told us she would be making sure we used sun cream to avoid getting burned.

Back in my room I said we should do some actual revision and leave the bedroom door open, to allay suspicion. “We’ve got all night, Nat,” I said.

“But I’ve got to sleep over there,” she said, nodding towards the Z-bed with a twinkle in her eye.

“That’s just for show, Nat. So long as it looks suitably rumpled in the morning, and we don’t make any noises, we should be able to share my bed.”

“And share it with King Kong too...?” She stuck out her tongue and winked.

“Possibly, although we will have to take care not to make the bed squeak. The legs scrape on the floorboards and make a terrible racket.” I thought for a moment. “And we need to come up with a better name than King Kong. I don’t like to think of a giant gorilla having his cock up my fanny.”

“Rambo, perhaps?”

“Hmm, Sylvester Stallone? No, I don’t think so. And he’s white, anyway.”

“An African prince, then. What was his name in that TV series, ‘Roots’?”

“You mean Kunta Kinte? We can hardly call it Kunta, now can we, Nat? Entirely the wrong image.”

“Mohammed Ali – Cassius Clay?”

“What is it with you and boxers, Nat? If I didn’t know you better, I’d suspect you had a violent streak. Listen, the name will come to us. In the meantime, we need to be revising. You can test me on biology,” I said, handing my school textbook to her.

“Yeah, okay.” She smiled at me. “Like your mum says, we need to get stuck in!”

Jim Jams And Baby Dolls

We managed to focus on schoolwork for the next few hours, until Mum called us down to watch TV with them for half an hour before bedtime. Then it was ten o’clock and the news had started on the telly. Dad was glued to it, but we found it pretty boring, so I said we’d go on up to bed.

“Now, have you got everything you need, Natalie?” asked my mum.

“Yes, thank you, Mrs Bennett. Got my jim-jams and washbag.”

“Okay then you two. Get some sleep... and don’t stay awake half the night giggling and gossiping, like you did last time Natalie came to stay.”

“That was over a year ago, Mum,” I protested.

“Well, we’ll need to be up at seven and done with breakfast by eight if we’re going to be on the road by half past, like your father says.”

“Okay. Night, Mum; night, Dad.” We legged it up the stairs and took turns at the bathroom sink, brushing teeth and flannelling our faces, excited at the prospect of a whole night cuddled up in the same bed.

I slid the bolt across on my bedroom door and Natalie threw herself in my arms, locking her lips on mine. We hugged and kissed for a minute before we prised ourselves apart and started stripping our clothes off.

“Right, Nat,” I said. “Get those ‘jim-jams’ on and wriggle around in the spare bed for a few moments. Got to make it look slept in, haven’t we?”

Natalie giggled as she did a ‘snow angel’ in the Z-bed, then she hopped out and pulled her pyjama top over her head.

“No,” I said, “keep them on for now, Nat.” Which made her stick her bottom lip out.

“Why? You’ve got a lock on your door now, haven’t you?”

“My mum will find some excuse to look in on us on her way to bed. Trust me, I know her. As soon as they’ve turned in, we are safe to spend the rest of the night naked.”

Natalie didn’t look convinced, but pulled her pyjama top back on. I’d already slipped into my baby doll nightie and matching frilly panties, which made Nat giggle again. I was about to hop into bed when I remembered something.

“Oh, just a minute, Nat,” I said. “I need to stop my bed squeaking on the floor.”

I reached into my wardrobe and fished out the four small squares of carpet I’d hidden in there this morning. I’d found them in the utility room and decided they were just what I needed.

“Give me a hand, please. When I lift the bed, you slip the carpet pieces under the legs.”

In less than a minute we’d sound-proofed my bed. We both tried jumping on it and there was barely a sound.

“See,” I said with a grin, “I’m a genius!”

Natalie wrestled me onto my back and proceeded to snog me like a maniac. She had one hand up my nightie, squeezing my boobs and pinching my nipples, which made me squeak. And the other hand down my panties, rubbing my clitty, which made me moan with delight. All I could do in return was wrap my arms around her shoulders, hold on tight and luxuriate in the delicious sensations.

Somewhere in the midst of our combined murmurs and gasps, I detected the stairs squeaking. There is one step near the top which always makes a noise.

“Stop, Nat!” I whispered urgently. “Get in your bed... now!”

She had barely jumped into the Z-bed and pulled up the covers, when there was a knock on my bedroom door.

“Mandy!” It was my mum. “I’ve brought you and Natalie a glass of water. Can you open the door please?”

I looked across at Nat, whose wide eyes glowed in the dim light from my bedroom lamp. I hopped out of bed, straightened my nightie and unlocked the door.

“Thought you girls might get thirsty in the night,” said Mum as she pushed the tray through the doorway. She followed it with her head, twisting to get a good look at Natalie who was tucked up and apparently fast asleep in the spare bed.

“Aww, Mum. Natalie was asleep,” I hissed at her. “You didn’t need to bring water.”

“Okay dear,” she nodded apologetically. “Sleep well.”

I bolted the door again and set the tray down on my bedside table. Natalie was sitting up, mouth open in surprise.

“See,” I whispered, “told you she’d find an excuse. She just wanted to see if you were in your own bed... or mine.”

I heard noises in the bathroom as I slipped back into my bed and beckoned Natalie to join me.

“Are we safe now?” She whispered, hoarsely.

“Yeah, I think so. They’ll take turns in the bathroom, then be asleep in a few minutes. Leave your pyjamas in your bed in case you have to jump back in it.” I pulled my nightie over my head and wriggled out of my panties. I stuffed them under my pillow for safekeeping and retrieved the towel for us to lie on.

Naked at last, Natalie climbed into my bed, between my legs and lay on top of me. We lay like that unmoving for a while, listening to the noises from the bathroom, while our heart rates came back down to normal. After a couple of minutes, when the bathroom noises had ended, and we heard their bedroom door shut, she shimmied down far enough to lick one of my nipples. She looked up at me for a second. “Sorry,” she whispered, her smiling eyes showing she was not sorry in the slightest. “These have been left unattended far too long.” With that she sucked almost half my left breast into her mouth and proceeded to lash at the nipple with her tongue and graze the areola with her teeth.

“Oh, God!” I hissed, as quietly as I could in the circumstances. I cradled her head as she settled down to suckle on me like a baby. If she carried on like this, I thought, Sonya’s prediction might come true sooner than she said. I imagined milk flowing and it made my head spin.

After a minute or two, she switched to the other breast and gave it a thorough sucking before stretching back up to kiss me on the lips. “Going down!” she whispered and slithered south between my open thighs, to plant her mouth over my pussy. After a few preliminary licks all the way from my anus to my clitty, Natalie set about mining my vagina with her tongue.

“Oh, sweet Jesus!” I gasped. I tended to get quite religious at times like this. Then she moved to my clit and after giving it a tongue lashing, set about trying to suck it off my body.

“Fu... uck!” I croaked, all pretence at Godliness gone. The familiar throbbing in my groin was joining up with the warm tingles in my breasts to indicate this train was headed in one direction only – climax central by way of cum junction. It was too much, too soon.

I grabbed Natalie by the ears and gave her a gentle upwards tug. Her head appeared from beneath the duvet with a question in her eyes. “You no likey, missy?” She whispered in a comical oriental voice. The lower half of her face was shiny with my juices.

“Me likey too muchie!” I smiled at her. “But not fair. I want a cunny to lick too!”

“Ah!” She lowered her eyelids to half-mast. “You need ancient Chinese ritual of sixty niney, or honourable mutual pussy licky.”

She cracked me up. I closed my eyes as a fit of giggles overtook me and Natalie wriggled on top of me. When I opened them, I saw her pert little bottom descending, with pussy lips agape and glistening. I licked my lips, grabbed her hips and pulled her down to my waiting mouth.

The next few minutes were a delight of slippery, honey-flavoured feasting at one end coupled with luscious sensations spreading out from the other. Natalie and I tried to mirror each other’s actions, with licks, sucks and tongue wiggles to die for. If they ever introduce the sport of synchronised cunnilingus, I reckon me and Nat would be sure to qualify for the British Olympic team.

I could tell from the way Natalie’s hips were beginning to hump against my face, and my legs were starting to shake and quiver, that we were both getting close. Just a few more licks. “Mmm,” came a muffled moan from down below. Just a few more sucks. “Oooh, God!” That was me. And finally a concerted tongue wiggle. “Aaahh... yeah... YESSS!” That was both of us.

Natalie’s thighs clamped around my ears as her pussy spasmed over my face, with tiny spurts of hot juice spilling over my chin and in my mouth. I was vaguely aware that my body was also writhing around while my best friend clung on for dear life, her head buried between my legs. We both kept up the licking, which in turn maintained the twitching and the humping. We licked each other senseless for ages, until finally Natalie threw herself off and turned around to croak in my ear.

“We have to...” she gasped, “stop right there...” another wheeze of breath, “before one of us dies!” She lay her tired head on my shoulder and I felt her wet face relax on my chest. I reached out to my bedside table and clicked off my lamp, then lay there in the dark with a stupidly happy grin on my face.

So, will King Kong get to rear his shiny black head again? And what will happen at the beach next day? Find out in ‘Finishing School’ part 18’ cumming soon. This is an extract from Finishing School by Arabella Maghri, which is my pen name. You can find the whole story and more on the mighty Zon.