Matt was a cutie. He'd been kind of watching me surreptitiously from under his foppish, blonde hair every chemistry lesson since the beginning of term. At first, I thought he disapproved of me... one of only three girls in the A-Level retake class, I was my usual slightly brash, very chatty self and more than capable of holding my own both socially and academically. I kinda resented being back at school though and that made me all the more antsie, but I needed those A* grades for Fitzwilliam. That was more important than being an eighteen-year-old in school uniform. Matt, I decided, was an albino Goth, or an Emo who had been bleached by the summer sun. Either way, I pictured dipping him in black ink to release him from the spell of a white witch and return him to his clan. Yet here I was, gazing into the languid depths of his clear blue eyes feeling very young and naive, yet knowing I had stepped across the threshold of womanhood.
It all began with our usual after school gathering at Starbucks. 1SS they called our tutor group and we were all in the same boat; grades not quite good enough for Oxbridge; Medicine; Vet sci or whatever, but determined to fix it. We looked like refugees from a St Trinnians movie in our uniforms so we had taken to gathering for a coffee and a change of clothes before spending a couple of hours discussing our work, politics, the latest 'Big Brother' scandal and the like. And so it was earlier today...
I know I should have been more careful to lock the door to the restroom, but there I was, frozen like a scared rabbit, my startled eyes looking into those familiar blue pupils, now fixed in a similarly startled expression. Time stopped... and in the mirror I saw my long legs in black stockings, my white school shirt unbuttoned and gaping, and my lacy bra allowing just a promise of something more. I saw my lacy black garter belt, one suspender waiting to be fastened, and I saw myself, framed and tempting and bare apart from a whispy fuzz of carefully trimmed hair. And then time caught up.
"Oh my God; Oh My God; OH MY GOD!" I yelped, moving to cover myself and grasping clothes from my bag.
Matt stammered incoherently, but his eyes snapped up to meet mine and stayed there; that earned him MAJOR Brownie points!
"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, Cee", he eventually managed, and he backed out of the door, pulling it closed behind him.
I felt my tears welling up; the blush growing, first in my cheeks, then flowing over me making my nipples tingle and drawing my hand towards that place between my thighs, and just as I thought I would cry, uncontrollable laughter overwhelmed me leaving me breathless and joyous and, yes; crying.
When I walked back into Starbucks, now changed and ready for the evening, I expected knowing looks from my school friends... but nothing. Just the normal banter and gossip. It wasn't normal, though, I had stepped into a different world, one where Matt smiled at me, winked and asked if he could buy me a coffee. More Brownie points. And so it was that an hour later I found myself standing on a bench in the middle of the rose garden at Walton Gardens.
I love warm spring evenings and the scent of early roses was intoxicating. The rose garden is like a maze and I was looking out across hedges, watching people enjoying an evening stroll, Matt sitting beside me, stroking my calf and sending shivers all the way up my leg. I had on a below the knee, quite full but very soft summer skirt with an Hawaiian print in bright blues and greens.
