Valedictory Dance.

For a start boys were allowed to be invited. But there were rules….Oh. My. God. There were rules. 

1) ONE alcoholic(ish) drink per person. 

2) Dancing - NO close holds. “Leave room for the Holy Spirit to be between you.” said Sister Assumpta. 

3) Students and their guests MUST remain in the room AT ALL TIMES. 

4) Visits to the rest room shall be accompanied by Sister Samuel and Brother Tobias. 

5) In the event of a fire, MALE guests will congregate on the sports field, female guests on the tennis court. 

And all the while, the good sister’s prowled among us looking for signs of sexual arousal. (Hmm..I wonder how they knew what they were?) 

The one thing that they didn’t appear threatened by were girls disappearing off together. That seemed to be ok and didn’t attract any suspicion. 

Which was great for me and Agatha. Aggie was my crush at the time. I was far more experienced than she was, and, I admit, I had seduced her about three months earlier at a 1:1 sleepover, where sexual talk in the dark had become mutual masturbation followed by, well…more than that. A lot more, as Aggie opened up about her sexual thoughts, one of which was “I masturbate thinking about what it’s like to be…kissed…..down there…..by…..another girl.” That night, she found out. 

The nuns didn’t seem to mind girls dancing together. Even in the slow numbers. Obviously none of them could lip read either, or they’d have been blushing if they knew what I was saying to Aggie. 

(Me) “Well? Did you”

“Did I do what”

“You know what”

“No I don’t. Tell me,”

“We agreed to come here tonight NOT wearing panties. I kept my promise. Did you?”

Aggie didn’t need to answer. Come to that, I didn’t need to ask, as I could clearly detect her sex scent. Even so…

“So? Did you”

“Yes. I’m not wearing panties and…..”

“And what.”

“And I’m so fucking wet! I’m surprised you can’t smell me.”

“Well, dear Aggie, right at this moment, I’m imagining diving between your legs and licking your cunt until you come in my mouth again…like the first time.”

“Oh my God! Stop it!”

“Just think about my tongue….against your clit….in your hole…..licking your bum hole out?”

I felt her knees buckle a little at that.

“Remember how you came…..and squirted everywhere?”

“Sure, an’ I thought I’d pissed myself.”

“So you said at the time.” 

“Do you remember what I said in reply to that”

“No.”

“Yes, you do. Tell me.”

“No. I’m embarrassed.”

I scanned the room quickly and realised it was safe to grab her bum and give it a quick squidge

“Ohhh.”

“So….fucking tell me.”

“You said ‘I wouldn’t mind if you had.’”

“And?”

“And….oh you bitch.” 

“And you ssaid you’d like to do exactly that….and I had let you.” 

“Oh fuck, Anna….my clit’s throbbing. I need you. Where can we go?”

“I know, but we’ll have to be quick.”

Fortunately, Aggie is a typical Irish girl….very very pale. So…

“Sister, Agatha is feeling faint, may Intake her outside for some air.”

“Of course you can Anna.Domyou need help?”

“No, thank you Sister. I’m sure we can manage. If she’s not feeling better in a while I’ll come and get you.”

How we both kept straight faces I don’t know. We both knew Aggie would be feeling much better and in about two minutes! 

Outside the gym hall, turn right, then sharp left to the garage where the nuns kept their ancient car, round the corner again to a small pathway leading to the beehives. Immediately we were out old sight, I slammed Aggie against the wall, and ordered her “Spread your fucking legs, bitch.” I was on my knees in seconds lapping her nectar from her moist folds. Two fingers up her hole and another pressing into her bum. Aggie didn’t even last a minute. She came violently into my mouth. 

Then she returned the favour. Inexperienced she might have been, but she was a fast learner, and her tongue found my bean in seconds. Between slurping at my sex she muttered “I wish….that night….i wish you’d peed on me.” No, not tonight. Two dresses covered in piss would be impossible to explain away, but maybe there was something I could do. Right now though,, I was too busy cumming into her mouth. 

Then, on the spur of the moment, I asked her if she really wanted to feel me pee on her? She nodded. 

“Ok. Stand behind me. Use your left hand to make sure my dress is well out of the way. That’s right. Now..squat with me. Put your hand between my legs and just ‘cup’ my crotch.”

A few seconds passed during which I realised I didn’t really need to go. Bugger. In the event, I managed a tiny little stream into her hand. 

Back in the hall after washing up, Sister Assumpta said “Well, Agatha, dear, you’re looking much better now. You’re a much better colour. A bit of fresh air obviously did you good.”

Again we managed to keep straight faces. 

Aggie and I lasted another two months until she went off to University. During which time, we both went wild experimenting with ever more kinky stuff. 

And, looking back, that’s been a theme with most, if not all the girls who have tried lesbian sex with me for the first time. Their learning curve has been almost vertical. Almost as soon as that initial orgasm has happened, no matter how, they’ve taken the lead and suggested other things they wanted to do. Amazing, really….and yet, somehow, not surprising at all.

Girls feel safe with one another. Theres an unspoken, unwritten code that we seem to know instinctively. For example, let’s say theres a girl you absolutely loathe. She’s a grad 1 cunt and you hate her. If you noticed that she had come on unexpectedly and there was a small stain on her skirt, you’d tell her. You wouldn’t let her be embarrassed by that as the day went on. And you knew she’d do the same for you.

Similarly, sexually, I did things with girls that I’d never dream of doing either boyfriends at the time. I just felt….safer….in some way. I knew, for example, it wouldn’t be spread round the school. I had naked pictures of girls that they allowed me to take. They knew I wouldn’t spread those  images  around, even if we fell out. Similarly a couple of girls had dirty pictures of me…me AND my trusty purple candle. 

We kissed….played around together…felt one another up….fingered one another….oh, and one more thing. Have you ever noticed girls tend to go to the bathroom in pairs? Well, the same thing happens when out in the countryside too. On numerous occasions a friend and I have squatted a peed together….not with any sexual intent or purpose…just because we both needed to go. Now and then, yes, it became sexual, but not always. 

Aggie eventually graduated in electronic engineering and now works in R&D somewhere earning an absolute fortune. She married…briefly….but is single again now. 

I must give her a call.