Grown Up Schoolgirl

[Author's note. This started life as a role play with my husband. He so loved my look with the white socks and little grey skirt that I just had to turn it into a story from the man's point of view. Hope you like. Yuna.]

It's been a while since I've spoken to Ginny but I am pleasantly surprised by how friendly she is when I bump into her in town. I've always assumed that she sees me rather as an acquaintance of her boyfriend than as a friend of hers - not that I know him well either. But I have no objection. She is very pretty, with lovely elfin features that make her look younger than her years. She is also easy to chat to and, although she seems rather conservative, I think I can detect a naughty side to her, a mischievous Ginny that may just be looking for the chance to be let out. She asks me what I'm doing at the weekend and so I ask the same of her.

'I'm going to a Fancy Dress party. Guess what the title is.'

'I've no idea. Is it one of these clever new ones?'

'On the contrary. It's properly old school. I mean, literally. It's "schoolboys and schoolgirls".'

'Fun idea. Do you know what you're going to wear?'

She giggles. 'Well, I know what I'd like to wear. I don't often get an opportunity to dress up and let my hair down. And hopefully Tim will feel the same. Though I'm not sure I've got the clothes I need. It's a very long time since I was in uniform.'

'It's simple enough, isn't it? Don't you just need a short skirt and a blouse?'

'You make it sound easy. But it can't be any short skirt and any old blouse - it has to be "schooly". And look nice, of course!' She pauses and takes me by the arm. 'I've just thought. Are you still in touch with your ex? I remember she had a really good outfit, at that party the year before last.'

I immediately recall, with pleasure, that outfit and that party.

'No, I'm not really in contact with her. Not for months now.'

'Oh, that's a pity - we must be roughly the same size. It might've saved a lot of hassle.'

I instinctively want to help Ginny and a thought occurs to me 'Now I think of it, what she wore is likely to be at my place.'

'Is it?' she smiles. 'Really? Would I be able to borrow it?'

'Well, I don't see why not... If she hasn't needed it since we split, I don't suppose she's going to be coming back for it.'

'And you can lay your hands on it easily?'

'I can't absolutely swear to it, but I'm pretty sure it's there and, if it is, I know the place. I'll have a check when I get back home.'

She touches my arm again and looks me in the eye. 'I'd be so, so grateful if you would do it for me, I really would owe you one.' She doesn't say one what but smiles again, this time raising her eyebrow, and I feel my body starting to respond to her, to that mischievous side I'm sure is in her.

'You won't owe me anything. I'll just be glad that you're happy, if it fits you and everything. I'll text you to let you know whether I found it. Is that okay?'

'Yes, of course. And then I can come round to collect it?'

'Yeah. You never know - you might even get a cup of tea.'

'I'd like that. See you soon, hopefully.'

As she goes off, I briefly check her out, enjoying a quick glimpse of her firm bottom.

Yes. If she wasn't spoken for, I would definitely be interested...

A couple of days later, I am unaccountably excited about Ginny coming to visit. I stop and think about it - and actually it is accountable. I don't have to think too hard before I realise why. My ex-girlfriend looked very sexy dressed as a Saint Trinian's-style schoolgirl. I haven't yet imagined Ginny dressed up in the same outfit but just the idea of her putting it on, guessing the sort of effect she'll have on men like me, has already got me turned on. And now I do start thinking about it, imagining what she will look like in the little grey mini skirt and the loose white blouse. My cock is just starting to harden when there is a knock at the door.

Ginny stands there, looking cuter than ever. She has put her longish brunette hair up into two bunches and done her make up a bit differently, brighter, more like a schoolgirl perhaps.

'I'm very excited about this,' she beams. 'Thank you so much for letting me try this costume. It's a great favour,' she says, walking through the door. 'Do you like the way I've done my hair?' And she pouts.

'Yes, I do. Suits the schoolgirl look perfectly.'

'That is just what I thought,' she replies and taps my nose as she steps past me.

As I follow her in, I am conscious of how stimulated I am. The touch of my nose suggests Ginny is willing to cross little boundaries and it reminds me of her touching my arm in the street. That was also small, and probably insignificant, but I liked it. And when she says "Trying the costume" does that mean she is planning to try it on here and ask my opinion? I would love that! I'm finding it sexy enough being alone with her, never mind seeing her in that tiny skirt, getting prepared to turn on all the men at her party.

'You've laid it out for me!' she says with a broad smile. 'I've read about men like you in magazines but I've never actually met one,' she teases. 'And there's a pair of socks too! I hadn't considered that. That's a good addition. But will they work?'

'Why wouldn't they? And do you want a cup of tea? I'm about to have one.'

'Oh no, I'd better not, thanks, though I'd like one. I've got a lot to get done before tonight.'

'Are you sure? It won't take a minute.' I really don't want her to leave without putting the outfit on!

'That is so tempting,' she replies playfully, 'but there just isn't the time. One thing I want to do before I go, though.'

'Yes? What's that?' I ask hopefully.

'These socks. I think they might be too thick for any of my shoes. Can I try them here?'

'Yes. Of course. Do you need a shoe horn?'

Ginny laughs. 'Are you for real? You could open your own boutique! But yes to the shoe horn - please.'

I get it and watch happily as Ginny whips off a shoe and starts to pull the long knitted white sock up her slender calf. She puts her shoe over it and stands. She wobbles on one leg and places a hand on my shoulder for support. It feels enjoyably intimate, and I like the way she doesn't feel the need to ask me. 'Well, that fits. Cool.' She drops onto the couch and adds, 'But naturally I won't be wearing shoes like this. My others might not fit.'

'No? What are your other ones?'

'I have two ideas. Both of them high, because that is de rigueur at St Trinian's. I was intending to wear black stockings... you know, with the tops showing? But seeing these socks has changed my mind. Do you like them?'

The question surprises me. 'Like them? Er yeah, sure. They look good on you.'

'Thanks!' she smirks. 'Let's just hope they work with my heels.'

'Yes, quite.' Then I remember something. 'There is a pair of shoes too, the ones my ex wore that night.'

'Oh. What are they like? Did you like them?'

'I did think they were pretty cool. But they won't be as high as the other ones you have in mind.'

'They won't be my size, I bet. Can I see them?'

I fetch them. 'See? They've got a heel but they're more chunky.'

'They look fun. They're closer to what a real schoolgirl might wear.' She picks one up and inspects it. 'Oh! They are my size! I have to try them.'

This time, Ginny puts the other sock on as well. She doesn't need to lean on me as she stands up in both shoes. She strides up and down confidently.

'I tell you one thing. These would be much more comfortable than my high, high ones. But will they look as good? That's the question.' As she asks, she unselfconsciously draws her skirt up a few inches, revealing some of her strong and well-defined thighs. How good would she look with those black stocking tops showing! But she is looking at the white socks in the mirror. 'I think these are calling me! It's going to have to be them.' She turns to me and the skirt drops. 'That's if it's okay with you? I am being rather cheeky.'

'Not at all. I'm happy for you to borrow them. They look just right on you.'

'My thoughts precisely.' She sits and starts to remove them. 'But now I'm late. I've got to go.'

She hurries to get them off and I stand by, just waiting and watching, a spare part.

She gets up with a big sigh. 'Sorry I couldn't drink your tea. Another time I would like that. And thank you for everything.' She reaches up, kisses my cheek and squeezes my arm.

When Ginny has gone, I feel the absence. I wish I had been invited to the party. I'm imagining her arrival there and my cock is half hard. But, I tell myself, I'm not going to the party - and Ginny is someone else's girl. I get on with my day and, for most of it, I am able to keep her out of my mind.

I am not helped in keeping my focus later when I receive a text message from her. 'Thanks again. I've got the clothes on now 😘'

I have to reply. 'Good fit?! Xx'

'They were made for me 😘😘😘'

I wonder what to say and quickly decide. 'Enjoy the party. And maybe send me a picture if you get a chance xx'

I wait with bated breath, hoping I don't sound like a perv. The answer comes. 'Sure thing, sweet man!'

Now I find it even harder to concentrate. I resist the temptation to masturbate about Ginny, despite the horny ideas and images that sweep through my head. I can't help checking my phone frequently for the next few hours, expecting her photo at any time. But no picture comes - and no message. I guess she is too busy having a good time at the party and I'm out of her mind. I go to bed fairly late, feeling a bit flat, but with the hope that my subconscious will produce a hot dream about Ginny at school...

After a good sleep, I rise and immediately check my phone. No pics. And my mind has disappointed me too: I can recall no delicious dream of sexy fun with Ginny.

My day is rather lacklustre but, come the early afternoon, it is about to take a turn for the better. I answer a knock at the door and there she is, pixie-faced Ginny, as attractive as ever.

'I hope you don't mind but I thought I would bring the outfit straight back.'

I invite her in and she carries on.

'I drank a bit too much last night. I must look such a state.'

'Oh yeah, such a state!' I smile. 'You're fresh as a daisy. Drinking clearly does you no harm!'

'I'm not convinced,' she smiles back. 'But thank you for saying that. Here's the stuff.' She offers a carrier bag.

'I'm not letting you go without coming in and telling me about it. And you can have that cup of tea now.'

'Unless you have something stronger?'

'I definitely have. But are you sure you want to drink again? We don't want you being a state!'

'I need a hair of the dog,' she says as she kisses my cheek and walks on through.

I enjoy serving Ginny a Bloody Mary and I enjoy more her obvious satisfaction with the drink. 'That is very good!' And she drinks it not in sips but little gulps that I can see her savouring.

We chat away, Ginny telling me about the party and how successful the outfit was. 'There were two guys in particular who just couldn't keep their eyes off me. I had to leave the lounge at one stage, it was so unsubtle.'

'I think I would have quite liked that,' I say, honestly.

She scrutinises me. 'Would you?'

'I mean, if I were your man. I'd like other men admiring you.'

I can see this making her think. 'I don't reckon my boyfriend would agree, and he'd call it something other than admiration. In fact...'

'What? Did something happen?'

'Well... this is just between us, okay? Because you lent me the clothes - and because you said you'd like me being admired.'

'Sure.'

'Well, Tim and I had a little argument about it and... the long and the short is, he left!'

'Oh no! But you stayed?'

'Too right! I hadn't dressed up like that to leave after half an hour.'

'No. I understand. Do you need another one of those?'

The ice clinks. 'It was especially good. I could have just one more, I suppose. But only if you join me.'

I like getting involved in her drink, and I stir the spices into the tomato and vodka quickly. We say 'cheers' and she takes a generous glug. 'That's why I ended up drinking a lot. Him leaving me - and me stubbornly insisting on having a good time without him. I never would have -' She hesitates.

'Go on. Never would have...?'

'No. I shouldn't say.'

'What is it? Did you get up to something? Not in the uniform I lent you, I hope?' I lean in conspiratorially. 'I do hope you're not going to tell me you broke any of the school rules?'

She smiles furtively. 'Can I trust you? With a secret?'

I am itching to hear. 'I swear I won't tell a living soul. It must have been important. You didn't send me a picture.'

'Oh no. And I meant to. Sorry!'

I laugh. 'Don't worry yourself. I was only half serious.'

She gives me another of her probing looks. 'Is that true? I think you would have liked a photo from the party.'

Her ability to see through me only adds to the attraction. 'You could be correct. I am just a weak man, after all.'

'I would be happy to show you a picture now...'

'But...?'

'But I don't have any.'

'What? Not one?'

'Not a single one. I told you. I got drunk too quickly and photos went out of my head.'

'Ah. So... this secret is to do with getting drunk? You can trust me. I am the last person to be judgmental.'

'I haven't told you what I did yet.'

'Well, whatever it is. I won't tell a soul.'

'There isn't much to tell really. But what happened... I was thinking I ought to get going home because, as I say, I was more than a little bit tipsy. So I went upstairs to the cloakroom. Or the bedroom with the coats in, at least. And one of the guys who had been especially attentive to me just happened to come in directly afterwards.'

'Oh, I see. Just happened...'

'Yes. You see. It was a spur of the moment thing.'

She stops and I look enquiringly.

'We just had a big old-fashioned snog! Like when I was a kid,' she laughs.

'I understand now why you don't want Tim to know.'

'Quite. It didn't mean anything. It was just a drunken kiss.'

'And that's where it finished? You weren't tempted to go further... alone with this guy...and in the mood, by the sound of things?'

'In the interests of complete honesty, I did think it might go a bit further but...'

'But what? Sounds intriguing.'

'I was relishing being in my outfit, or rather, the outfit you lent me. And I was in the mood for fun. So I told him, in my best schoolgirl voice, I had been a naughty girl, snogging a boy I'd never met before, and I needed to be punished. And I called him Sir.'

'He must have absolutely loved that!'

She laughs. 'That is what you would think, right? But no! He was like, "I don't think you should be punished. What are you talking about?"'

We both laugh at the deep voice she puts on for him. 'So unimaginative! And then he tried to kiss me again but by then, I'd gone off the idea. So that was the end of that.'

'What can I say? The guy's an idiot.'

'I kinda thought the same!' she chuckles.

There's a pause. 'I guess I should get going,' she says with a sigh.

I'm on the verge of being frustrated again. I need to see Ginny in that outfit! And that need becomes a moment of inspiration.

'Aren't you disappointed you don't have any pictures from last night?'

'Of course I am! I don't mind telling you, I looked very good.'

'In that case, why don't I take a few photos before you go? It's the only way you are going to get a memento.'

'I see. And how would you feel about taking those snaps? Would you hate it?' She smiles knowingly.

I laugh. 'I'd be able to bear it, I believe.'

'Well...'

'Go on, Ginny. Why not?'

'Oh all right, then. As I have such a willing photographer. You will have to make sure I look nice. I'll vet them. And the photos will be for our eyes only.'

'Naturally. I'll take them on your phone so it's easy to choose.'

'Where do I change?'

Less than five minutes later, I hear Ginny's footsteps approach. But I am not ready for just how sexy she looks. The chunky heels lift and lengthen her legs, which are longer than I thought, emphasising those slender calves which stand out in the ribbed white socks. They stop just on the knees. Above them, her thighs are creamy and strong, warmly contrasted with the dark grey of her schooly miniskirt, which bobs gently over her firm bum. There is a glimpse of soft belly where her white blouse is tied and a pretty pink bra is just visible where the shirt meets it. Her hair is tied in bunches, as on the day before.

'Where do you want me?' she asks.

For a second or two, I can't speak. 'Are you happy to be in the light here? I guess you will be visible from the houses behind.'

'Do you have nosy neighbours, then?'

'Not particularly. But they might be curious if they spy a sexy schoolgirl in my house on a Sunday afternoon!'

'Oh. You think I look sexy? I wondered what you thought when you said nothing.'

'I was just dumbstruck,' I laugh. 'There actually was something that came into my head and then I thought better of it.'

She smiles confidently. 'What was it? Something that would shock me?'

'It's just bad, on my part. Not bad for you, though.'

'No? Then you can tell me.'

I hesitate but I'm committed now. 'I just thought... I thought...my ex never looked as good in that outfit as you do.'

'You are right: that is bad!' she replies, as she struts over to the mirror and stands admiring her reflection. 'But I suppose... if it is true... it doesn't harm anyone for you to say it. Just between the two of us.'

My cock throbs even more at her confidence. The conservative woman I took Ginny to be is nowhere to be seen. And now the change deepens.

'Do you want to photograph me here, Sir? In front of the mirror, Sir?'

'Why not?' I am very happy to be called "Sir" though I'm not certain how to react. I snap away happily as she pouts and preens. We both laugh at her funny little expressions and I find myself a strange mix of relaxed and tense. Relaxed, because her company is so easy; tense, because she is making me so horny. And then, her voice changes. She starts to speak in a younger, playfully teasing way.

'I hope you don't think my skirt is too short, Sir. I don't want to get in trouble, Sir.'

She wiggles her bottom and I am blushing, partly at being called "Sir" again but mainly from excitement.

'No. Not too short. Some girls in your year have theirs shorter,' I reply, trying to mimic a teacher.

'You've noticed that, have you, Sir?' She is clearly pleased that I have entered into the spirit of her playing. 'I do hope you haven't been looking too closely. I might get jealous.'

She regards herself thoughtfully. 'I could show a little more.'

And she lifts the skirt, no more than an inch or two, but it is the motion that makes it so alluring. My eyes are stuck to her.

'Have you finished, Sir?'

'Hey? Oh no. I can take more pictures.'

'That's what I thought. I'll just act as natural as possible.'

She does not act naturally! She moves about the room, enquiring into nooks and crannies that cause her to stretch her upper body elegantly and she bends over, somewhat less elegantly, but just as attractively.

'Am I doing this well, Sir? I'm trying my best. I promise.'

'I don't doubt it, Ginny. You are doing very well.'

She sits and poses with her legs crossed. When I've recorded that, she slowly spreads her legs, pushing one hand down on her skirt to preserve her modesty.

'I hope I am not being too good, Sir.'

'Too good? How?'

'Too good at this posing. Having an effect on you that I really ought not to, if you know what I mean?'

She smiles and winks.