There was a high balcony with seating around the gym at school. People who weren’t doing gym had two choices. Stay in the changing rooms or go up to the balcony. Usually, I stayed in the changing rooms. After all, I was discovering the delights of other girls' panties at the time. I was never in any way what you’d call sporty, although I did like long distance running....but that was mainly because it offered the opportunity for a little outdoor masturbation too! Anyway, back to the story....
So, on this occasion, there were four girls off gym. All claimed to be having their period, but it meant I couldn’t go on my usual panty hunt, an there would be no chance for me to rub a couple out.
I announced I was going up to the balcony. No one wanted to come with me, so I stomped up the stairs in a bit of a huff.
The balcony had a barrier around it which was wooden and a highly polished rail. It was on this rail that a young monk was leaning. His arms were crossed in front of him, but in a way I hadn’t seen before. His hands stuck out both sides and were facing upwards, the palms cupped. I walked straight up and flopped onto the barrier placing my right boob in his hand! With a cheery, “Afternoon, brother,” I just let him cop a feel.
He reacted like he had been electrocuted. I felt him twitch (which gave my boob a nice little grab) before he jerked himself away from me (which meant his whole hand effectively stroked my breast and drove my nipple crazy. He spluttered an, “Oh...ummm ahh..uh...hello.” We stared at each other for a few moments. Me smiling all sweet and innocent, and him waiting for the lightning bolt he was certain had been dispatched from heaven for him. Then he said, “I was just....er...well...I’ve got to go. Good afternoon.”
I stood there for a moment leaning on the balcony and still feeling the movement of his hand on my boob, before drifting downstairs and heading for the restroom in the girls' changing room. Typical of the ribaldry that exists between girls, one of the others said over loudly to her friend, “Bet she’s going for a wank,” and following the custom of giving as good as one gets, I replied, “Yep. Wanna watch?” This produced a chorus of, “Ewwww.”
Once in my stall I enjoyed a rather lovely cum...or two. My boob had been touched. By a monk as well. The second cum happened because I wondered if he was in a restroom stall right now taking care of himself, although I suspect in reality he was on his knees.
Sexual life for a teenage girl....especially a late starter like me....is full of little events.....tiny happenings that build up like pieces in a jigsaw.
Once, I was standing next to a teacher as he examined my workbook. There was a noise in the class and he turned sharply right which brought his hand briefly in contact with my left breast.
Another time, there was a long queue for the lunch hall. People were rammed in like sardines, and I felt the boy behind me pushing against my bum. I could also feel that he was hard. I remember quite distinctly pushing back against him and twitching my bum muscles. I’d love to think I made him cum in his pants. I’ll never know, but it was another piece of the jigsaw. For someone who was very shy at school, it was empowering. I had a body someone liked.
When my friends and I started our deliberate panty flashing activities, we saw that power escalate. The boys, and one or two girls seemed to love it. And we noticed the same people always just happened to sit wherever we were. We also got into trouble for it, which meant the powers that be had also noticed, and that what we were doing had impact....power.
Being the horny little bitches we were, graduating to no panties but tights instead seemed a natural progression, although we treated it like a dare. Who would be the first? In fact it was the even shyer little Helen...even though she wore a pair of black tights that were almost impenetrable to light, there was no doubt she had nothing underneath. Over the next few days we all followed suit and the tights got lighter and lighter until they were as light and sheer as we could get away with. Anyone looking up our skirts would see our pussies...simple as that.
And oh....it made us wet! So fucking wet! We were flushed around our faces and neck, and I think it’s safe to say our clits were throbbing almost in harmony. The fact that we all knew that each of us would go to the restroom and rub one (or two) out made it even better.
Before we stopped doing this, we would all go to the same restroom and use stalls next to one another. Listening for the door, we would also listen to each other cum. It was and remains to this day one of the most erotic times of my life. And we all still retained our cherries! It’s amazing what sexual growth can occur without actually doing it.
But some girls did at that age, and it raises an interesting point. If I had the opportunity, would I have gone all the way at 15? Yes! Absolutely yes! I understood the mechanics of it. I knew it would probably hurt. I knew the risks of sexual diseases and pregnancy. I also considered it my body and resented the “rules” that said I was “unable to give consent.”
I know it’s possible for people to be groomed, persuaded that they should do something they don’t really want to do, and that sucks big time. The people who do that deserve long prison sentences.
But there’s equally no doubt that girls especially are developing earlier. At 15, I knew precisely what I wanted. I masturbated a lot. I had a wide range of erotic thoughts and I was even doing things that were, well, whatever you want to call them. Dirty...kinky...unusual. Who cares? They turned me on. Now, five years later, have I changed much?
Well, yes, I’ve had sex with both men and women. But I’m still essentially the same me I was at 15 desire-wise. Although I haven’t had a lot of sex with other people, I have, I think, done some pretty kinky stuff both with the few people I’ve had sex with and on my own.
I have absolutely no regrets.....
.......and isn’t that the point?
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