With a purposeful stride, Shona walked across the playing field. Ducking behind the cricket pavilion, she dug her cigarettes out of her blazer pocket. Extracting one from the packet, she put it between her lips and lit up with several quick, lung filling puffs before continuing on her way. Smoking as she walked, Shona quickly reached the dilapidated structure on the edge of the school grounds that was her destination. The building used to be the the groundsman's equipment shed but it was now boarded up and deserted, having been replaced with a new building several years before.
Rounding the far side of the building, Shona found Jane waiting for her. She took a final drag on her cigarette then stubbed it out against the door frame. "What kept you?" Jane asked, "I was beginning to think you weren't coming."
"I had to run an errand for Mr. Edwards," Shona replied with a shrug, "and then Mrs. O'Neil wanted to talk about the preparations for this afternoon's prize giving."
"Poor you," Jane sympathised, giving her friend a quick but passionate kiss. "We'd better go in," she said, "the boys are waiting inside and the others will be here any minute."
The only light inside came from sunlight streaming in through cracks in the ceiling and through gaps in the boarded up windows. As their eyes adjusted to their dim surroundings, Shona and Jane made out Sean Walker and Doug Stevens, their opposite numbers from St. Mark's boys' school. "Was beginning to think we'd been stood up," said Doug, an ironic grin on his face.
"No chance of that," replied Jane, "are we all ready?" she asked.
"Just waiting for your worthy successors," replied Doug. "Say? Are they as hot as you two?" he enquired.
"You'll just have to wait and see," remarked Shona, "I'm sure they won't let us down. What about your replacements, reckon they'll be able to last more than five minutes with us?" she asked.
The boys laughed. "There's always a first time for everything," Sean said, "but from your reputations, I wouldn't put any money on it." The girls smiled at the endorsement of their talents.
"What're you two wearing to the party tomorrow night?" asked Doug.
"We wouldn't want to spoil the surprise for you," answered Jane with a coy wink to her friend.
The four students were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Who is it that seeks entrance to our gathering?" intoned Doug formally.
"The new head girls of St. Mary's" came the reply from the other side of the door.
"Enter then," said Shona, completing the formal address, "and show that you are worthy of your station." The door swung open. Shona smiled as her sister, Niamh entered the room. With Niamh was Annette Williamson, the other head girl elect. The two younger girls stepped confidently into old building to stand before Shona, Jane, Doug and Sean. Niamh flashed her older sister a proud smile and Annette maintained an air quiet confidence as Shona and Jane approached them.
"Do you know why you are here?" Jane asked.
"We do." answered Annette and Niamh in chorus.
"Jane continued, speaking the words that had been addressed to Shona and herself a year before. "You have been chosen on the strength of academic abilities and by a vote of your peers but academic excellence is only one of the qualities required of a St. Mary's head girl, do you understand?" she enquired.
"We do," replied Niamh and Annette.
"You are here to demonstrate that you are worthy to hold the office to which you have been elevated," Jane continued. "By what token to you demonstrate your worth?"
As one, Niamh and Annette's hands went for the fastenings of their skirts. They undid them with nimble fingers, letting them fall to the floor, revealing that neither of them was wearing knickers, their navy stockings held up with matching black suspender belts. The girls' pussies were neatly trimmed. Niamh wore hers cut short in a dark triangle. Annette's hair was longer but waxed into a thin, blonde strip above her slit.
Shona smiled. "You have both passed the first test," she said, giving her sister an encouraging wink. "Now you must demonstrate your abilities. Do you know what is required of you?" she asked.
"We do," replied the girls.
"Then go forth and prove your worth," continued Shona, completing the ritual address, "maintaining the reputation for excellence in all things that is the hallmark of a St. Mary's head girl." Shona and Jane stepped aside allowing Niamh and Annette, dressed only in their stockings, shoes and crisp white blouses, to approach Sean and Doug.
Will you allow us to demonstrate our worth?" Annette and Niamh asked the boys in unison.
Sean and Doug made a show of considering the girls' request. "We will," they answered finally, smiling broadly. Doug offered his hand to Niamh and Sean did the same to Annette, leading the girls towards the bench that sat against the far wall. The boys sat down on the bench. The girls knelt in front of them. Reaching forward they quickly undid the boys' trousers, releasing their straining cocks from their confinement.
Each holding a stiff cock in their hands, Niamh and Annette turned to each other and kissed briefly. Turning their attention back to the Doug and Sean they said, "And thus shall we demonstrate that we are worthy of the position of St. Mary's head girls."
Leaning forward, Niamh ran her tongue along the length of Doug's shaft. Beside her, Annette began to lick Sean's. They worked their tongues up and down the boys' cocks, swirling them skilfully around their knobs, coating them with glistening films of warm saliva. As one, the girls parted their lips and took the boys' cocks into their mouths. Doug and Sean groaned as Niamh and Annette worked their lips up and down their shafts.
Shona found it strange, watching her sister expertly giving head to Doug. Studying Niamh's technique and the strained expression on Doug's face, Shona was forced to admit that her sister appeared to be as accomplished a cocksucker as she was herself and, with just the slightest hint of jealousy, found herself wondering what other talents her sister might have.
Watching Annette and Niamh set diligently about their task, Jane found her mind drifting back, twelve months before, to when Shona and she had knelt bare arsed and in almost the same spot sucking the cocks of St. Mark's then head boys, the Kennedy twins, while their own predecessors had stood watching in judgement.
