Victor was 23 and attended the St Mary's boarding school for almost two years; he was very well liked and respected by both teachers and fellow pupils. Being rather handsome, younger girls would frequently have a crush on him but he knew the signs and could deal with the matter without causing offence or hurting the feelings of any girl. The problem began when the new girl started. Her name was Emma; she was only just eighteen years old and came from up North. Emma had the most beautiful hair and the biggest bluest eyes Victor had ever seen; to compliment these features she was blessed with beautiful looks and was remarkably intelligent. Her class work and homework was always on time and to the highest standard. Victor was taking a real shine to Emma; she liked the fact that he was being so nice and sweet to her.
She especially liked his smell when she stood close to him as he explained some of the things that went on around the school. It was during one particularly warm afternoon when during a science lesson all of the pupils were busily and quietly doing their work. From where Victor sat he could see under the table where Emma sat, she was only just eighteen and looked no more yet she had shapely legs. He could see them up to a few inches above her knee where the hem of her skirt started. He'd always secretly liked the way the girls dressed in St Mary's, white blouse, navy blue cardigan, navy blue skirt with a hem a few inches above the knee and white socks that came to just below the knees. It was only during his more private moments did he think and fantasise about what delights where under their skirts! And it was during these quieter moments that his fantasies occasionally aroused him to masturbation.
Not realising it, but Victor was staring at Emma's legs. Just then she moved briefly opening her legs wide, he gasped as he caught a quick flash of her knickers, unmistakably they were navy blue and just as he caught a glimpse Emma looked up and realised what was interesting him. She immediately closed her legs together causing Victor to feel both embarrassed and guilty; fortunately no-one else was party to the incident!
The next day Emma sat in the same seat during the Science lesson and so did Victor, during a period when everyone was quiet doing some work of their own Victor noticed out of the corner of his eye that Emma's legs were slowly opening and closing, he glanced over and she gave a little smile put her head down and continued with her work then slowly parted her legs wide again. Victor had an unobstructed view of her knickers, he could clearly see between her legs: undoubtedly navy blue knickers. No-one else in the class could see what was going on and Emma left her legs open for a good ten minutes, occasionally she would glance up and smile at Victor knowing what he was looking at! He was becoming hard at the erotic spectacle and could do nothing to prevent it.
A lad in the class came to his rescue by asking him if he was out tonight that took his mind of Emma's knickers and allow his hardening penis to resume more decent proportions. The same incident occurred on three more occasions during science lessons over the following three days and each time Victor found it more and more exciting and more difficult to control his growing erection during each lesson. At the end of the third time of the flashing session Emma waited and handed Victor a note at the end of the lesson.
'Meet me at the end of the rugby pitch at 5pm' it said Victor knew the rules of the boarding school, there had to be no sexual intercourse with any other pupil. He decided to meet her and explain the situation since she was new; he thought she might not know: she must not carry on conducting herself in this manner but they must also stay good friends. He walked over to the meeting place as planned. She was waiting.
He greeted her warmly and slowly walked through the nearby trees and chatted with her about school life and her friends.
Before he realised it they were quite deep in the nearby woods and it was getting late, dinner was at 7pm and it was almost 6pm now.
'There's something I need to tell you Emma' he started.
'Oh, let's sit down then' she said.
They both sat on the soft blanket of leaves, her opposite him. As he started to talk she raised her knees right up and just slightly parted her legs, Victor could again see her knickers only this time he was a lot closer! As he tried to string together a sentence he found himself once again staring up her skirt, he saw more of her and now being closer he could see detail: the detail that he saw was her plump, pouting vagina and the indentation of her Clitoris in the centre. Her knickers hugged every contour of her sex piece, it was outlined perfectly. He was incapable of resisting her beauty any longer no matter what the consequences were and despite her being so young.
He moved closer and kissed her gently on the lips, it lingered and lingered; and Victor's penis grew and grew to its maximum size.
He broke off the kiss and smiled at her, brushing her long hair back he noticed how perfectly smooth her skin was, she was indeed stunningly beautiful. His hand instinctively wandered up the inside of her thigh to rest there at that place he desired so much and was staring at just a minute or so ago. He ran a finger time and again gently along the length of her girl cleft; the feel of cotton was pleasing against his fingers knowing that there was just this thin layer of a girl's most private piece of clothing between him and her most private of parts.
