It's not every day that you win a schoolgirl in a raffle!
Steve was running late and only arrived at his daughters' school as the meeting was about to start. He parked his car, grabbed his jacket and hurried into the main hall. Upon entering he looked around but could not see any empty chairs so decided to keep a low profile and just stand at the back. The velvet, red-curtained stage was illuminated by spot lights and ten wooden school chairs had been arranged to face the audience with five at either side of a central wooden lectern. It all looked and felt uncomfortably familiar to him. He never really understood why, but coming back to his old school always gave him the creeps!
The event had been advertised as an 'Open Evening for the parents of 6
th
Form Pupils' but everybody knew that it was really disguised a fundraiser to bolster the coffers of the school. They were constantly trying to raise additional funds to support their art, drama and PE offerings i.e. the areas where Government funding had been reduced. With this in mind, parents were expected to attend the meeting and 'dig-deep' so that St Mary's Academy could continue to provide its 'exceptional facilities' and maintain its 'excellent' rating in school inspection reports.
Steve's daughter Lauren had only just started her first term in the 6
th
Form and her ambition was to get good grades in her A-Levels, then get accepted at a good quality university. Ironically, both his daughter Lauren and his wife Emily had travelled to Scotland on an overnight trip to attend an open day at a university in Edinburgh. Unfortunately, due to work commitments, Steve had to remain 'home alone' and, by default, had been delegated the un-enviable task of attending the meeting in their absence.
Luckily, he was not the last parent to arrive and a few others drifted in late and gathered together in a small cluster at the back of the hall. This was obviously not ideal, so before the proceedings began, the group was split up and prompted to sit in the random empty seats left dotted around the hall. Steve was directed to sit in a single seat half way along the front row. He felt somewhat self-conscious walking past the rows of parents who had managed to get there on time!
Once everyone was seated the Headmaster, Mr Wilson, took to the stage to a round of applause which was prompted by one of the teachers. He proceeded to outline the agenda for the evening. He explained that there would be various school presentations, a raffle and an opportunity to tour the school to see some the extra curriculum activities taking place. Mercifully, he pointed out that free refreshments would be provided in the school canteen during the interval.
Mr Wilson took every opportunity to promote the raffle and emphasised the 'great prizes' that could be won. These included; holiday vouchers, restaurant vouchers, hotel vouchers, bottles of booze etc. Tickets were a very expensive £10 each, but in fairness, Steve thought that there were some 'decent' prizes. The main prize was the chance for ten parents to 'win' the services of a University Mentor for their child.
The Head went on to explain that the mentors were all ex-pupils from the previous few years, who had gained places at some of the top universities in the country. They had all volunteered their time to assist St Mary's Academy and also to boost their own CV/résumé. The aim was to provide guidance and advice for current 6
th
formers in their university application processes.
Anyone who was lucky enough to 'win' a University Mentor would be provided with on-line access for distance mentoring, three face-to-face meetings and a visit to the mentor's university. The mentor would also provide a guided tour around St Mary's to look at project work completed by previous 6
th
Formers.
Without further ado, The Head summoned the University Mentors to the stage, with polite applause from the audience. They filed on and sat on the ten empty chairs on the stage. Directly in front of Steve was a tall, blonde girl and to her right was a shorter girl with short black hair and glasses. They were both very pretty and had obviously been asked to wear their old St Mary's uniforms as they looked just on the wrong side of being slightly too tight. The blonde was wearing a plain white school shirt and a small pleated navy-blue skirt that revealed enough of her shape to see that there was beautiful woman underneath.
Mr Wilson had a boring, monotonous voice, and droned on and on about the cost-of-living crisis, the recession, Government cuts, pressure on school budgets and so on. In no time at all, Steve had lost all interest in the speech, however quickly found that he couldn't take his eyes off the girls sitting in front of him. The blonde girl in particular was really, really lovely. She sat innocently unaware that she was being gazed upon from nearby. There was just something about her that stirred his imagination. He watched intently as she crossed her legs and liked the fact that her skirt slid up a little, revealing an expanse of sleek, toned thigh.
It just so happened that the stage was just at that perfect height, which meant the blond girls' crotch was exactly at his eye level and her navy-blue skirt was just short enough to give him tantalising views of her legs. She was wearing black low-heeled shoes and those thin white stockings/socks that finished just above her knees. Her shirt was tucked tightly into the waistband of her pleated skirt and her blue and yellow striped tie followed the contours of her nicely rounded breasts. He could see the outline of her white bra and lace around the cups and there was a 'Head Girl' enamel badge pinned to her tie.
He knew then, that it didn't matter what Mr Wilson said, his full attention would be taken up by trying to find out what colour panties this delightful girl was wearing. It was a little game he had just invented to keep himself from falling asleep! He watched as she played with her honey blonde hair that was pulled into a ponytail and draped over one shoulder. At that moment she seemed to scan the room from back to front, perhaps looking for someone she knew? Eventually her eyes reached the front row and caught Steve's and he was already looking at her. She held his gaze for a second and gave a small smile, then self-consciously adjusted her skirt to modestly cover her legs.
Mr Wilson finished his speech and announced that a promotional school video would be played and meanwhile staff members would circulate to sell raffle tickets. Cash soon flooded in from parents' wallets and purses all around the room and Steve reluctantly parted with £50 of his hard-earned money. He didn't look at the numbers, but just folded the tickets and put them into his wallet with the sinking feeling that he had been taken advantage of! He glanced up at the video of smiling school children that appeared to be playing to itself and looked at the lovely legs to cheer himself up.
Now, he wasn't 100% certain, but it seemed that as much as he focussed his attention on the girl, she was looking right back at him. And then it happened! Her knees parted just a little and he caught sight of the merest flash of 'white' from up her skirt. He knew that he shouldn't be looking, but the short hemline of her skirt had him totally mesmerised! Almost immediately the girl closed her knees and the view disappeared. She then whispered and giggled to her dark-haired friend before they both glanced in his direction at the same time.
Was it accidental? Was it deliberate? He didn't know but what was certain was that he had now abandoned any interest in the school presentation and was totally transfixed by the young girl's skirt. Then it happened again. As she looked into the distance, her knees 'absent mindedly' opened then closed, giving him a slightly longer view of her white panties. He glanced at the people at either side of him and noticed that he was sandwiched between two middle aged women, both were engrossed with their mobile phones. Nobody else noticed the girl.
After what seemed to be an eternity, the video ended and the house lights were turned back on. The Deputy Head stepped up to the lectern to talk about 'Funding for the Arts'. Steve fished his phone out of his pocket and decided to see if he could take some 'sneaky upskirt videos' to wank over later that evening. He turned on the camera and pointed it at the girl and pretended to be scrolling through his messages.
Unfortunately, this was a very bad move. The girl pulled down her skirt, crossed her arms and stared at him indignantly and slowly shook her head. He knew he had been found out and felt mortified, cursing himself for trying to pull such a 'cheap shot'. In reality these girls were only a year or two older than his 18-year-old daughter! Embarrassed, he put his phone away.
After minute or two the girl seemed to get over her anger and a small smile returned to her face. To Steve's delight, more crossing and uncrossing of her lovely long legs ensued. He got tantalising views as her skirt rode up enough to expose her panties yet again. A hand rested on the inside of her thigh and a gentle scratch caused a subtle lifting of her skirt to 'accidentally' show even more. Her knees spread further apart giving him a delicious fleeting glimpse of gusset. Steve was being well and truly teased, and he was loving it.
His entertainment was disrupted by the Deputy Head announcing there would be a short break in proceedings so refreshments could be taken in the school canteen. The raffle would then be drawn and the winning numbers posted on boards at each side of the stage.
Steve didn't rush, he waited in the canteen and savoured his 'free' cup of coffee, allowing the majority to return to the hall to check their raffle tickets first. When he returned, to his absolute amazement, one of his tickets had been drawn out in third place! He had never won anything before in his life, so he hadn't taken too much notice of the prizes. He vaguely remembered that there was a restaurant voucher and bottle of single malt whisky, nothing much else was of any interest to him. He had to double-check, but there it was, his ticket number with a #3 written alongside it in red felt-tip pen. He presented it a member or staff and was directed to the Deputy Head's office to collect his prize.
After waiting for several minutes all the ten 'star prize' prize winners arrived were led through a side door onto the stage. The mentors were already in place and each chair had a number displayed on the back. As Steve walked up to the chair with the number 3 on it, he smiled to himself as he could see that it was directly in front of his empty seat on the front row of the audience. By a stroke of sheer good luck, he appeared to have "won" his naughty little flashing schoolgirl!
The Head walked down the line of mentors and announced the names of each one to polite applause. Steve's 'prize' turned out to be Grace, who had been the Head Girl at St. Mary's two years ago. She had gained a prestigious university place at Kings College Cambridge studying chemistry. The Head then emphasised the multitude of advantages that a mentor could deliver to the children of the raffle winners.
As the formal proceedings came to a conclusion, the parents were invited for a tour of the schools' 6
th
form facilities. As people began to stand up and stretch, Grace turned her head to face Steve with a small nod, a knowing look and a large grin on her face. Close up, she was even more beautiful than he had thought. She had flawless skin, her petite ears, delicate nose and full lips were almost perfect, but her big, blue eyes seemed to burn right through him.
The star prize winners were then grouped together and taken to individual rooms for a short meeting for them to introduce themselves and discuss mentoring arrangements. Steve sat down on one of the low school chairs in an empty room and Grace perched herself on the edge of the desk in front of him. He started off by explaining the reason why his wife and daughter were not able to attend the event however Grace just looked at him with her head tilted sideways until he finally stopped talking.
"Did you enjoy my little peep show?" she grinned mischievously.
"Ah, ..well...yes I suppose I did, it helped me get through the boring presentations!" he laughed.
To emphasise her loaded question, she momentarily opened her knees again, giving him a close-up flash of her white panties.
"Grace, are you are really very naughty - you will get me into big trouble if you carry on like this!" he said whilst trying not to look embarrassed.
"Well, I guess we should Zoom or Facetime my daughter Lauren, so we can at least get the introductions going," Steve said, trying to change the subject from her teasing.
He made the phone call to Emily and relayed the good news about him winning the raffle prize and gaining the services of a University Mentor. Both Lauren and Emily were delighted, as they both knew this would help greatly with university applications. He handed his phone to Grace so that she could talk directly to Lauren. As young girls do, they soon began to chat away like old friends and they seemed to hit it off straight away. They had several things in common and it was clear that Grace had some great contacts that could really help Lauren.
