Who Were We Kidding?

We had a number of nuns and monks teaching us as well as ordinary teachers. We, that is the three close friends and I would deliberately flash our panties at the nuns and monks.  We used to giggle at how uncomfortable it made them...well, some of them. Some would just ignore us, but now and then a monk or a nun would get real mad with us, or maybe not mad...instead they would begin to look visibly uncomfortable. There were several nuns we thought were lesbians, although we couldn’t know for sure, of course, and then there were the monks. Now and then, a younger brother would be sent to the school, and we, little bitches that we were, delighted in making sure he got an eyeful of your crotch.  Looking back on this now, I’m not so sure that shocking them was the real motive. I think we were beginning to revel in the power of our sex. What we have between our legs is important..it has power....and we were just beginning to know about it. there was also the after effects of course. We would always talk breathlessly about what brother so-and-so, or sister whatever did or looked like, but what went unspoken..at least to start with was what WE were feeling.... ....until one afternoon when Jess was telling us about her teasing a younger monk in class. She described looking in her seat, her legs spread wide, and then she said “.....I was so fucking wet!” This was new. We didn’t usually discuss what it did to us, but suddenly we were all confessing to being wet, having tingling clits and then Charlie (Charlotte) said “.....I had to go rub one out.”  I think instantly we were all horny and stared at her. She had cum...and only an hour or so ago. Dirty bitch. I instantly had an image of her in the bathroom stall, hand jammed in her panties, rubbing her clit....holy fuck that made one almost sing. I wanted more details, but fortunately, I’d didn’t need to ask. ”I couldn’t even wait until I sat down. I learnt against the cubicle wall, panties half way down my legs and I went for it!” Fuck yeah.....by this point, I was soaked, but she wasn’t finihsed. ”I just thought of Brother Simon lifting his habit and showing me his cock. Then I thought about him taking my cherry and fucking my brains out.” I knew, I think, even back then, that I would have licked her out. I desperately wanted to be able to smell her arousal in the air as we all chatted about what we’d like someone (anyone) to do to us. Meanwhile, all I could think of were her wet panties, and how much I wanted to suck on them.