Three
It had been a tough day at college. I was in the final year of my A level's and it was quite a jump from what we'd been doing before. As I walked home I just wanted to get out of my uniform and into a bath. Once there I'd do what I'd done the last few nights since our adventure in the woods; I rubbed my clit and thought about you fucking me until I came.
Thinking of the woods and the garden had been distracting me at school. I wanted to tell someone I was a woman now, but who could I tell? We'd both be in trouble if it came out so it would have to remain our secret. I also wanted it to happen again, but didn't know how to make that happen. We'd seen each other since the woods, but there had always been someone around, my mum or my sister, so we'd have to act normal. I'd have to think about it when I got home.
No sooner was I through the door than I heard my mum. "Stace, can you do me a favour?" I didn't want to, but I didn't have much choice.
"Sure, what?"
"The mail dropped a card through the post box saying they'd left a package with Mr. Greenbourne, could you go and get it? I'm cooking. As soon as I heard your name I shouted back "Sure, I'll do it now." I dropped my bag and shot out the door, delighted to have an excuse to call on you. I didn't even change out of my uniform.
My pussy was twitching with excitement as I rang your doorbell. It was only then I remembered this was the first time I hadn't made an effort for you. No bikini or short mini skirt, I just had on my white shirt with maroon tie and horrible grey jumper. My skirt, also maroon, was short but I hitched it up as much as I could. Still, I hoped you'd still like me even in my minging school uniform.
When you answered the door we both smiled. "Hi, Stace."
"Hi, Mr. Greenbourne, mum's sent me round to pick up a package."
"Sure, I'll go and get it," you said, and went back into the house. Unsure what to do I took a chance; I was feeling so desperate for you again. I stepped inside and closed the front door behind me. "Here we are," you said, your voice coming from a room off to my right. I went in. The parcel was on a table to your right and you had you back to me, fiddling with something on the table. Perhaps you weren't interested? I was gutted. I wanted to cry, to know what was wrong with me. I stepped forward to take the parcel