There comes a time when a girl feels like she wants to be touched but is really scared of what might happen, how far it will go, and how to stop it if she wants to. All the stuff they don’t tell us about.
I loathed school trips. For a start my school bus was so old it could have been horse drawn! It certainly smelled like it was inside! Leather trimmings to the seats, cracked with age, cloth-covered seats stuffed with horsehair that were hard and uncomfortable, and had God alone knows what spilled on them over the years….and that faint smell of vomit all school buses seem to have. An elderly nun as driver meant that what should have taken us two hours took nearer four.
Our objective was a convent near the coast where we would enjoy “A week of activities, spiritual development and meditation.” Be still my beating heart!
Oh, one more thing about our ancient bus….it had no discernible heating. We were allowed blankets over our knees though….and it was here that I had some fun. Oh, they started out girl next to girl, but we had admitted boys too, and I found myself paired with Joseph. As such, we were forced to sit in the centre of the back seat where the sisters could make sure he wasn’t impregnating me.
But we had our blankets.
We dusk fell, then evening, soon it was dark. Only a couple of bulbs still worked inside the bus so it was almost mood lighting when I felt Joseph’s fingers on my left outer thigh. Right where my kilt opening was. I’d taken the huge pin out and sitting down exposed my knee and thigh that side. At first, I thought it was just an accident but then I felt the tiniest pressure. I pressed back, and then, suddenly, or so it seemed, he had his hand over my knee! Cue accelerated heartbeat and tummy flutters!
But it didn’t end there. I felt more pressure, like he was trying to get between my legs….so I let him. With almost painful slowness his fingers travelled up my leg with me opening them slowly to allow his as much access as possible.
Bang! A sudden pop and the light above us went out, causing the Good Sisters to look before one came up and asked if we had been cut? It wouldn’t have mattered if an artery had been severed, no way were we going to admit it even if we had been hurt. A quick glance and she left us.
Before she’d even sat down, Joseph’s fingers were on my panties. My very, very wet panties. Even back then, when I got aroused, I got extremely wet. I felt him tracking up and down, up and down between my legs and was in paradise. He found my hole, but didn’t press too hard, but he also found my clit…something grown men have found difficult! He stroked me to a delicious cum right there.
I reached over for him….
……and got the surprise of my life. His cock was already out! He must have done that either right at the start, or when the sister left us. I held it….and was disappointed. Oh it wasn’t that it wasn’t big..to me it felt huge…I would have just preferred to hunt for it, if that makes any sense. But a cock! A real live cock. I gave it a couple of experimental and very inept tugs. Joseph seemed to like it anyway, so I kept going. Then he did something that could either have turned me off completely, or really lit my fire. He raised his right hand to his nose and sniffed his fingers. The fingers that were wet with me!
His next move was to produce a handkerchief which disappeared under the blanket. I felt his cock pulsating and something rushing through it….and I knew he was cumming into the handkerchief. Not only that, but I was making it happen…and it was my smell too, because he didn’t stop sniffing his fingers.
I felt a little of it get on my thumb….just a tiny bit. Semen….spunk…cum…the stuff that, I was convinced, would form ip into ranks, March down my body, into my panties, and up my vagina and make me pregnant unless I did something about it right away. So I licked it off.
In all honesty, there wasn’t enough of it to help me form a decision about the taste…it was more the texture, kind of like egg white. But I;d done it. In my mind I’d tasted a boy’s cum! Oh it was a very long way from swallowing a full ejaculation…that would come later, but it was a start.
Joseph’s exploration between my legs was intoxicating. It was so…experimental. He got nowhere near my vagina, or even my clit come to that since my panties remained in place. Oh, but it made me wet h]thought…and for a very long time. In the convent…which was a dismal stone building, we each got our own cells….equally dismal little sparse rooms with the mandatory crucifix on the wall, a bed, a chair and a prie-dieu. At least there was a sink with, what luxury, hot and cold water! No need for me to trek miles to the lavatory!
In that little bed, I did what Joseph didn’t, namely gave myself a good wank thinking of holding his cock. The activities that week were rather better than I thought they’d be. We were allowed some free time, and Joseph and I hooked up twice more. We dared ourselves to hook up in the convent itself which was huge, even though it only now had 13 nuns. 13. So we called it a coven! At its peak, this place had over 100 of them. It was quite sad really. I seem to have a feeling for history, and I felt sad that soon, this place would close, the nuns would be recalled to the Mother house, and this place would be bulldozed. (In fact it was converted into flats, but I had no way of knowing that.)
If you ever visit a convent, you will find that they are immaculately clean. There was a pair of double doors that led to the disused part. They weren’t locked, and of course, Joseph and I explored. Two chapels, loads of cells, offices, rooms, (one of which had a full-sized snooker table in it!) and a room with habits….about a million of them in various sizes.
What? Of course I did! I became ‘Sister Anna’. And he became Sister Josephine. What a laugh. We had to change back of course, which meant at one point he was in his boxers, and I was in trainer bra and panties. Shame to waist the opportunity.
This time I got to see his cock, and this time, he got to see me naked too. Even just being naked with him standing on a slightly damp carpet was such a blast. I think knowing we could have ‘done it’ right there and then was such a heady mixture of desire and fear. Of course neither of us wanted to go the whole way…he was as scared as I was. But I got my tits felt, and I even got a very tentative finger…inside! (Well, just a little way) But the best bit was making him spurt all over the carpet. I remember how he arched his back backwards…so far that I really thought he was going to fall over, and it really shot out of him too. I’ve seen it called ‘ropes of cum’, but this wasn’t that, it was explosive…real spurts.
You know, I’ve just remembered. We never kissed. Not even came close. After that mutual cum, we stayed naked, and just talked. He told me how it felt for him and I told him how it felt for me. Before we got dressed we did it again.
I asked him about my scent. Every girl worries about how she smells ‘down there’, and moreover, what others think of it. I have no evidence for what I’m about to say but with guys, let’s say 10 girls can suck the same guy off. Some will find his scent and taste neutral, some will hate it, some will love it. I think it’s the same with us. As long as you keep clean, there’s not much you can do about your vaginal scent…and I flatly refuse to use any of that fem-fresh shit. Or anything like it. Joseph said my scent made him want to taste me. I wasn’t up for that…not then anyway…but he did lick me off his fingers which I took as a real compliment.
The week came and went, and it felt like the next day we were back in that rickety old bus heading back home. We didn’t get to sit together on the way back. I think the nuns were scared to put us together twice in case I got pregnant.
Still..it was a surprisingly fun week.
Even now, 10 years later, I can still feel the atmosphere of sadness in the disused part of the convent, and the musty scent in that old robing room. At least now there’s something else making the carpet damp. A little bit of me, and a whole lot of Joseph.
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