Melody Smith's Schooldays
by Eve Adorer
Chapter 4 - My First Day
For the next fifteen to twenty minutes, unseen by me, the girls in the prefects'
room proper gave each other knowing smiles and eye-contact nudges as they
listened to the 'snip' 'snip' 'snip' from my scissors as I carefully denuded
myself between my thighs. I then took a warm shower and applied foam before
gently shaving what I would soon learn to refer to as my "naughty" totally nude
and washing off the remaining foam and shaved-off curly blonde hair.
I had to go along with what they demanded of me at least this far. But I told
myself that this far is as far as I would go. I must, just must, get to my
mobile...
I awoke at 5.00 the next day. I struggled out of bed and into my jogging kit. I
was, at first, too bleary-eyed to think of how it made me look.
The kit comprised of a canary-yellow vest the hem of which extended only to the
base of my ribs leaving my belly bare, and crimson school knickers that were at
least a size too small for my bountifully beautiful bottom. On my feet I had
white lace-up trainers. Canary-yellow and crimson-red were the school's sports
colours, though I did not know that then, as well as being in the school tie, as
I did of course know.
I had already determined to run to the train station and back again to fulfil my
daily quota. I was sure I could remember the route from the cab bringing me to
the school. There must be a pool for my swim and a gym for my aerobics. I would
seek Tania out and ask her where these were for when I had got out of this Slag
business.
The run was easy for me. I could have done twice the distance. But, by the time
I sneaked back into the prefects' dorm quietly afterwards so as not to disturb
anybody, in order to shower, I had worked up a whole lot more than a sweat in my
running-kit.
I had worked up more than a sweat in large part because I awoke as I ran to just
how sexy a sixteen-year-old schoolgirl I was, as I trotted with my "lollipops"
jiggling and joggling in my vest and my gorgeous bummy "smackybumps" (as my
individual bum hemispheres were referred to in the schoolgirl slang I was
learning) swinging and swaying with my hips, and my superb long strong shapely
legs propelling me like a breeze.
I had never run without a bra before. It was incredibly erotic for me. My huge
lollipops bounced and danced with joy at their freedom, up and down and
side-to-side they jiggled and joggled and swung and swayed, and my pretty pink
"suckbuds" (as I now knew my nipples were to be called) were rubbed by my sweat
soaked vest.
Never before had I fantasised as I did now of throwing my vest off to one side
and running like the wind with my bare breasts free to judder jiggle and joggle
as I jogged...
...And this sexy thought and the actuality of what was happening with my lovely
breasts even with my vest on, and perhaps because my nipples were being rubbed
by the vest as my breasts danced and pranced, caused my honey to ooze into my
tight virgin-schoolgirl's naughty, and beyond my naughty into my scarlet
knickers as I ran.
...And I ran all the faster from my arousal knowing just what an incredibly
irresistibly sexy and beautiful sixteen-year-old I was...
...And my unrestrained lollipops jiggled joggled juddered and juggled around on
my chest and I was entering school grounds again now as I ran. And my scarlet
knickers were soaking wet not just with sweet-virgin-schoolmaid-dew, but also
with virgin-schoolgirl-honey...
...And I tore off my sweated-up yellow vest and wrapped it around my right arm
as I began to run the last three-quarter-mile in just my scarlet knickers, bare
chested, glorying in my exquisitely beautiful virgin-firm perky pendulous now
totally bare breasts, as they jumped and bumped. And the more my breasts flipped
and frolicked around on my chest the more honey oozed from my slit...
...And I jogged faster so that my lollipops skipped and smacked, and my suckbuds
were pulsing and peaking and swelling and hardening...
...And I stopped and jogged on the spot, raising my knees purposely high to
excite my lollipops so they danced and pranced on my bare chest, and I even
jumped up and down to make my titties bounce together and slap as hard as I
could make them on my chest...
...My honey was flooding into my knickers now as I jogged my knees up hard,
dancing on the spot to make my breasts flick and kick, up and down and side to
side, alone, together, then one, then both, then my right lollipop, now my left
lollipop, then my left lollipop again, now the right one, now both my lollipops
together, then my right lollipop, and then both my lollipops together and apart
together or apart so free so natural so beautiful so bare so nude so exposed
so....
...My body was shining with dew from my running and jogging and jumping, and my
knickers were totally soaked with my honey and my peek-a-boo was pulsing and
throbbing out from its hiding hood in my cunty, and I stood still panting
breathlessly and took my divine dew-slippery lollipops in my hands standing with
my long legs wrapped around each other panting for breath and touched, just
touched, just feathered my nipples with my index fingers ...... and I
orgasmed...
...And as I knelt on the ground gasping with the magical wonder of my first ever
grown-girl's orgasm, I longed to be totally nude. I gloried in my sexuality and
my sexiness and my powerfully magnetically wonderful
sixteen-year-old-virgin-schoolgirl's body, in its perfection and in the evidence
within my sopping-wet virgin-schoolgirl-honey-saturated knickers that it was in
fully powerfully perfect sexual working order.
I was so gorgeously orgasmically wonderful, so heavenly, so uniquely
extraordinarily girl...as I jogged the last few yards supremely gorgeously
leggily along to the prefecture building exhausted and excited at one and the
same time at what had happened: at what I had discovered.
As I stripped breathlessly for my shower, I examined my newly shaven and still
honeying sex. I adored looking at it. My infolding lips were so tight. I looked
so virginal: so innocent. I was of course a virgin: I was indeed innocent.
My only worry was a little redness of my soft sensitive skin. I was not used to
being shaved there, and, having not shaved since the evening before, I must
shave all over again now ready for the day.
I showered, and that cooled my ardour. I then re-shaved, as were my orders,
gently fully and very carefully.
It would always need half-an-hour or more to brush out my hair it was now so
long. I made up my face and eyes; choosing a coral pink lipstick. And I decided
against nail or toe varnish on my first day. A little blusher went just below my
cheekbones.
I chose pitch-black nylons. My creamy skin would be such a contrast with black
stockings. I put on black suspenders with a pretty red ribbon at their front,
and rolled each of the stockings in turn up my never ending legs, fixing them to
the suspenders.
I wanted so much to please, that I selected a black garter with a red ribbon to
match the one on the suspenders, and fixed it as per my orders, on my left thigh
at the top of that leg's stocking.
I chose a white blouse for the day, fastened its cuff buttons at my slender
wrists and its front buttons up to my neck, and then put on the pleated light
grey skirt that completed normal school uniform.
The skirt only just covered my naked bum as I fixed its belt around my waist. I
finished dressing with the yellow and crimson-red striped school tie and checked
the ring on my finger.
Though September it was officially still school summer, and no jackets were to
be worn.
I felt very vulnerable, and very, very, sexy.
I knew why I was doing this and yet I did not know! Had I discovered an instinct
to obey? Yes and no.
In my total confusion, I was doing everything I had been ordered and yet
considered I had found a plan of escape. One half of my mind told me I would go
along with them till I could get word outside. As soon as I could locate my
mobile phone I would text for help, or talk if I could find where I would not be
overheard. I had left my mobile in the dormitory Tania was in.
The prefects were stirring as I went through the main room to the door to leave
for my school day. And it was the gorgeous Josephine's long low slow whistle of
appreciation of me that I heard as I slinked through and off to Tania's dorm in
my three-inch heeled sling backs.
"Hello beautiful", I heard her drawling-low-yawning whisper as I glided out of
the prefects' dorm.
My mistake was to assume that I was today the same Melody Smith that had come to
live-in at the school yesterday. I could not be more wrong.
My eye-catching beauty turned every girl's head as I slinked along: and I loved
it. I really and truly loved being the centre of attention.
My "wedding" ring told them who I now was. They knew the rules the School Slag
had to obey. They knew my titties were bare under my blouse. They knew my cunt
was nude shaven totally bald beneath my skirt. And so did I. So did I...
A light cool breeze blew on that September morn and I felt it: as I walked
across the quadrangle I felt its cool caress on the most sensitive organ of my
wonderful body. It cooled the bare flesh at the uncovered tops of my beautiful
thighs above my stocking tops, and it chilled the exquisite heavenly virgin
tight infolding bald shaven super-sensitive-lips of my slit, smiling vertically
and vulnerably instantly freely caressable between my thighs.
Some much younger girls went by as I made for Tania's rooms: "We can see your
bummy!, we can see your bummy!", they chanted behind me. I blushed cherry red.
My glorious blonde locks flowed in the breeze and settled back to tickle my
creamy-smooth soft-skinned bare thighs above my stocking tops.
A teacher came by. I had never seen her before. "You must be Melody" she said,
stopping my progress. I curtsied.
"I'm so pleased they've appointed such a lovely one again. Darling, you look
absolutely stunning: you look like an angel" she said.
I was too overwhelmed to say more than a whispered, "Thank you ma'am."
I had become very wet between my legs. I was having difficulty not oozing my
honey from my naughty. I blushed an even deeper red as Tania came toward me
looking me up and down like the sex object I had been made into.
"Wow" she called out, "Have you got legs!" she exclaimed.
"Have you come across my mobile?" I asked her.
She continued to ogle my body, walking slowly around me to take all of me in.
"Handed it over she said", distractedly, "they're all handed over for the term.
The teachers keep them safe if you're worried. We aren't allowed to use them"
My heart fell with a dull thump. What could I do to escape now?
Tania was only too pleased to be seen with me as, amongst more wolf whistles, I
glided along to the first class of the day.
With legs as long as mine, it was very difficult for me to sit gracefully in my
micro-mini-skirt and keep hidden that which a girl must keep hidden. Tania sat
alongside me in class and could not take her eyes off my thighs as I crossed my
legs She would have noticed anything I did with my legs, her attention was so
transfixed.
I tried not to be sexy. I wanted Tania as a friend. But I was sexy: nature had
made me overwhelmingly sexy: I could not fight nature.
It was the same young teacher that had complimented me so fulsomely that was
taking this class. She made every excuse to come to where I was sitting, and I
knew without looking that her eyes were feasting on my black
stockinged-and-suspendered white thighs.
As the bell went to announce the morning break, she gave me my first
demonstration of my true new position in the school. As I walked past her she
patted my clothing covered rear.
I ran from the class amidst cheers and wolf whistles, including from Tania. But
I was so pleased and feeling so very randy. My mind was in a complete spin.
There was to be no refuge for me in the sports ground where we took our morning
and afternoon breaks. I would not be left alone. Girls gathered round me like
bees seeking nectar. They wanted to talk to me. Just to talk; not to touch,
though one tried to take my hand.
The air was saturated with compliments about my face, my hair, my eyes, my
figure, and especially my legs. I thanked all who whistled at me and said such
nice things.
My mind was in a total turmoil. My brain was in the command of the mistress
between my legs and she was moistening her gorgeous lips as my blushing face
showed all too clearly.
I feared. I was becoming very turned on by this overpowering attention. I must
break away. I decided to make a straight line for the bathroom. Surely I would
be safe from attention there.
It was a big mistake. I could not have been more wrong. Girls gathered around me
as I entered. Leading them was Tania.
"You can't expect to walk around looking like you do and not get felt," she said
to all-round approbation.
Two of her companions took my hands and held them gently behind my back. I could
have escaped easily had I wanted to, but the mistress between my legs wanted me
to yield to curiosity and go through with whatever might happen. I kept my
thighs tight together. There was the total silence of expectation and
fascination as Tania began to unbutton my blouse.
But, just as she was about to pull it aside to reveal my breasts, the head-girl
came along.
Immediately I was let go. I remembered my duty and curtseyed to her. "You need
to be more careful Smith. Straighten yourself up and get back to your class."
How could I face the class now? Most of them had been watching...
My beauty won the day. As I walked, head lowered in shame back into the class at
the end of the break, the two young women that had been with Tania and held my
hands behind me, now held my chair for me, let me sit, moving the chair gently
under me, and then leant over and told me that I was absolutely adorable: and
they meant it.
From here on, these girls, Mary and Sasha, would become something like
protectors. They desired me, but they wanted my friendship. They wanted to know
the real Melody Smith as well as this compellingly sexy creature that displayed
her lovely long legs in class for the pleasure of all.
The rest of the day went much as the way it had begun. I was the never ending
centre of attention, but with Mary and Sasha with me as I went about the day
that all the other young women went about too, I had no more trouble and began
to build trust and confidence in my new found friends.
Compliments fell on me like confetti but I found the award of a smile was
overabundance of payment to the originators of those compliments, who were
happy, blissfully happy, to have got such a pleasing reaction from me. To have
been noticed by a beautiful girl was all they sought. To win a smile from me was
more than heaven itself could send them.
