Finishing School, Part 8

Sex Before Supper

“Can Natalie stay to tea, please, Mum?” I asked between sips of coffee. Natalie, nursing a cup of her own, smiled innocently at my mother. We were sitting at the kitchen table with my parents after their return from the shopping trip. While they had been putting the groceries away, Nat and I had been trying to make ourselves look decent following our mind-blowing sex session on my bed.

By way of explanation, I added, “we’ve got a bit more homework to finish up.”

“You two got a bit distracted while we were out, did you?” said Mum with a smile. I swear my heart stopped beating for a second. Then I remembered telling her we’d been trying on clothes to explain our state of undress and the chair wedged underneath my bedroom doorknob.

“Oh, yeah,” I breathed a sigh of relief. “I wanted Nat to try on some of the things I’ve grown out of. She’s a bit smaller than me.”

“I should think most of your class are smaller than you, Mandy,” said my mum, looking pointedly at my boobs. “You’ve certainly bloomed this past year. It’s a job keeping you in bras and tops these days.”

I felt my face flush. My dad coughed, put down his coffee mug and stood up. “I need to go check on the car’s oil level,” he said as he headed for the kitchen door. Poor Dad. He couldn’t cope when the conversation drifted onto women’s topics, especially underwear. I’m sure my mum said these things just to embarrass him. Natalie put her cup down and blew her nose on a tissue to cover up a giggle.

“Well, yeah,” I said, uncomfortable at her reference to my breasts. “I also promised to help Nat with her maths. Shouldn’t take too long, but it’d be nice if she doesn’t have to rush home for tea time.”

Mum turned to my best friend. “Of course you can stay to supper, Natalie. But you’d better call your mum and make sure she agrees. Don’t want her sending out a search party, do we?” She thought for a moment, then added, “And you can’t be too late if you’re riding your bike. Tell her you’ll be home by seven thirty, Natalie. You can use the phone in the hallway, dear.” She pointed at the door and Natalie scooted off to make the call.

“You and Natalie seem to be getting on really well these days,” said Mum, as we heard Nat’s one-sided conversation drifting through from the hall.

I stiffened. Did she suspect something? Play it cool. There’s no way she could know...

“Yeah, we’re good mates. We have a good laugh together. Unlike some of the others in my class, who are a bit weird, to tell the truth.”

“I’m pleased you’ve got a close friend, Mandy. But don’t forget you will be going to university in the autumn, and I don’t suppose Natalie will be going to the same one, will she?”

“No, I think she’s trying for Halifax or Leeds. I’ll miss her.”

“You’ll soon make new friends. You seem a bit more outgoing these days. You’ll probably have some boyfriends too?” She raised her eyebrows to gauge my reaction.

“Probably,” I agreed. I didn’t want her to get the impression I was turning into a lesbian, although, after this afternoon with Nat, I wasn’t so sure. I could certainly see the attractions. “Depends what the fellas are like. The boys at school are all complete dorks.”

“Who are complete dorks?” asked Natalie, as she returned from making her call.

“The boys at school, Nat. Insensitive, spotty dimwits, every one of them.”

“Oh God, yes!” She grimaced and stuck her tongue out.

“Mum’s hoping I’ll find a boyfriend at uni, aren’t you Mum?”

My mother dodged the question by changing the subject. “What did your mum say, Natalie?”

“Oh, that’s fine. She says thanks for offering to feed me and to be home by seven thirty, like you said.”

“Okay girls,” Mum looked up at the kitchen clock. “It’s nearly five. We’ll eat at six – bangers and mash okay with you Natalie?”

“Yes, that’ll be lovely, thanks.”

“Okay, off you go then and get that homework finished before you try on any more clothes. Supper in an hour.”

“Oh my God, Mandy!” said Nat as I closed the bedroom door. “Do you think your mum suspected something? Telling you to get a boyfriend and everything?”

“No, I don’t think so. She’s always asking me when I’m getting a boyfriend. Saying she had loads when she was my age.”

“Well... you don’t need one now, do you...?” she said huskily, slipping a hand around my waist and pulling me in for a kiss.

It was lovely, and made my pulse start racing again. But I was unsettled by the direction this was heading. I broke the kiss and smiled at her. “I don’t need one right now. But I think Mum’s right. I’ll probably get a boyfriend when I’m at uni. Or several, if I’m feeling greedy!” I laughed, but Natalie didn’t.

“Oh.” Her eyes had turned sad. “I thought I might be enough for you, Mandy. What have boys got to offer that I haven’t?”

“Cocks, for a start!” I grinned at her. “Can’t wait to get my hands on one.”

She said nothing, but laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly. I soon felt the tell-tale dampness of tears through my tee shirt.

“Besides,” I said, “I’m going to Southampton, most likely, and you’re heading off to Halifax or Leeds, aren’t you, Nat? We won’t see each other for months on end, will we?”

“I was thinking of coming to Southampton with you.” She pulled her tear-streaked face off my shoulder and stared into my eyes. “I’ve loved you for ages, Mandy. Today proves we were made for each other. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Oh, Natalie...” I pulled her head back to my shoulder while I tried to think what to say. “I love you too... but I’m not ready for a serious relationship. What happened today was utterly awesome and I can’t wait to do it again. But I fancy trying boys too. To be honest, I can’t wait to get a cock in my pussy.”

She didn’t say anything, but I felt her head nodding slowly on my shoulder.

“Please don’t be sad, Nat. I’m sure we’ll hop into bed together every opportunity we get. But you need the courses they do at Halifax or Leeds. We’ll keep in touch, won’t we? We’ve got our whole lives ahead of us.”

She didn’t reply, so I thought I’d try to cheer her up. “Let’s get your maths sorted out, then we’ll have time for a kiss and cuddle before Mum calls us for tea.”

She mumbled something into my neck that I didn’t quite catch.

“What was that, Nat?” I lifted her off my shoulder so I could hear better.

She looked at me with a glint in her eye. “I said, fuck the maths!” She grabbed my head with both hands and mashed our lips together. While we were kissing she slipped her hands down to my breasts and gave them both a good squeezing. Stars were popping behind my closed eyelids as I felt her tongue thrusting into my mouth. I retaliated by forcing my tongue into hers as far as it would go, then we tongue-wrestled like it was a new Olympic sport.

“Fuck!” gasped Natalie, when we finally broke for air. “I thought you’d never discover sex, Mandy. Almost gave up hope we’d ever be doing this. What happened?”

“Don’t know. Hormones, I guess. Discovered my mum’s secret stash of sexy undies and a vibrator on Monday. Thought about nothing else all week. That’s why I was late Friday morning. Mum and Dad went off early so I thought I’d try them out. Ended up making their bed so wet I had to wash the sheet!” I giggled.

“Oh, mmm, that’s nice,” she said. I had absent-mindedly slipped my hand up her skirt and was rubbing her clit through her rapidly-dampening panties.

“Just a minute.” I extricated my hand and jammed the chair under the doorknob. “We’ve finished your maths homework and are trying on clothes again, right?”

“Yeah, it’ll look a bit suspicious if I don’t have some of your cast offs. What should I try first?”

“Get your kit off,” I said, pulling open drawers and dragging out clothes. “Try these bras on. I’ve got several in here that don’t fit me anymore.”

Natalie stood there in her panties, holding up one brassiere after another to her chest. Most were too big, but a couple of my oldest ones were a good fit.

“Right. Here are some tops,” I threw several at her and there were three that fitted well enough.

“That’s our alibi sorted,” I checked my bedside clock. “We’ve got twenty minutes Nat... best stay off the bed this time.” We met in the middle of my bedroom floor and wrapped arms around each other. After a quick snog I bent down and sucked Natalie’s left breast into my mouth.

“Oh God!” she gasped as I rolled her puffy areola and stiff nipple around with my tongue.

“Got to keep quiet, Nat. Or they’ll hear us for sure.”

“Okay. Quiet. Got it.” She smiled.

“You tasted me earlier,” I said, as I shuffled her backwards until her bum was perched on my desk. “My turn, girlfriend.” I reached under her skirt and pulled her soggy panties down. She looked at me with wide eyes and a big smile as I knelt between her legs and pushed her knees apart.

Natalie’s pubes and pussy smelled divine. After our earlier session she was distinctly fragrant, with a sort of sweet, musky aroma. I buried my nose in her crinkly thatch and my eyes met hers. I stretched out my tongue and licked slowly all the way up her sopping slit and her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets as her mouth fell open in a silent scream.

I guess she liked it! I certainly did. She tasted just as good as she smelled. I wasted no time in lashing her juicy snatch with my eager tongue, sipping on her honeyed juices. Each tongue stroke ended with a wiggle on her clitty which made Natalie’s hands holding my head grip a little tighter each time.

She was doing her best to keep quiet, but her breathing was getting heavier with little moans and grunts and I knew she would soon be ready for the big one. I now had my hands under her knees lifting her feet up off the carpet for better access, while she held on to the desk with one hand and my head with the other. As an experiment I reached further back with my tongue and ran it around her puckered little anus.

“Oh GOD!” she gasped in a whisper. I stabbed at the tight little hole a few times with the tip of my tongue, which made her squeak. A different flavour, not unpleasant. Then back to her vagina where I tried to wriggle my tongue as deep inside her as it would go. Her breathing was becoming laboured. It was time to hit her cum button.

I slid my tongue up to her clitoris which was now a hard little nub, clamouring for attention. I pushed my lips over it and sucked hard.

“Oh shit!” she gasped, pulling my head in tight. I kept up the suction and wiggled the tip of my tongue over her clitty.

“AaaahhhHHHHH!” She inhaled as quietly as she could, then her thighs were wrapped around my ears and she was rocking and humping against my face as the climax took her. I felt a fresh warm splash against my chin and opened my mouth to catch her cum. The warm spurts that landed on my tongue tasted awesome, like the nectar of the gods.

For an age she held me captive, my face clamped between her thighs, as she writhed and spasmed in ecstasy. I continued to lick and suck until finally her legs fell apart and her feet landed back on the floor. I looked up to see the biggest, happiest grin I’ve ever witnessed. I felt thrilled that I’d been able to give her such a massive orgasm, and hoped I’d made up for the earlier disappointment when she’d professed her love for me.

“See, Nat,” I said, still licking my lips, “that’s what you’ll get every time we get together from now on. So no more tears, okay?”

“Mandy! Natalie!” Mum’s voice reverberated up the stairwell. “Supper’s nearly ready. Come and get it!”

It took us five minutes in the bathroom to make ourselves look presentable and smell slightly less incriminating. However, no amount of cold water splashed on our faces would reduce our bright red cheeks, so we made up a story of dancing to the latest songs on my radio. Dad smiled at us both without a hint of suspicion. I think he was happy to be eating supper with two young women, without any clue what their rampant pheromones meant. Mum gave me a long sideways look, but didn’t say anything. I had a feeling her feminine intuition was not so easily fooled.

Back in my room we had fifteen minutes before Nat had to be on her bike, pedalling away home. I stuffed the bras and tops she was taking into a plastic bag while she hunted for my maths book to crib the homework answers.

“Hello, what are these doing in here?” Natalie was holding my school bag in one hand and a pair of very fragrant panties in the other.

“Oh no! Sorry, Nat. Forgot I put them in there this morning. They got a bit damp and I couldn’t figure out what to do with them. Here...” I walked towards her with my hand outstretched.

“No way!” she said, as she raised my undies to her nose. “These are going home with me. A little souvenir from a fantastic day.” She inhaled deeply and sighed contentedly.

“You’re kidding, right?”

Still holding my knickers against her face, Natalie reached under her skirt, hooked her panties with a finger and hauled them down her legs. “No, I’m not. I’ll do you a swap.” She tossed her still-warm undies to me. “Something to remember me by... when you’re rubbing yourself off to sleep.”

What happens next in Mandy's journey of discovery? Will her sex education include boys? Find out in Finishing School by Arabella Maghri. (that's me, by the way. My penname is Arabella Maghri. )