Author's notes:
This is my first real attempt at writing erotica; feedback is most appreciated. If people like what I've done, I'll write some more! All characters in this story are in their last few years of education, and are all over eighteen.
Lynne slipped round the bike shed, into the gloom created by the overhanging trees from the hillside behind. She checked around, and discovered she had been correct in her assumptions - no-one had come here for a long time. She pressed around a little with her foot, testing the ground and found that it was spongy with a soft covering of moss, just perfect for what she had in mind. Lynne lay down on the grass and closed her eyes, a smile spreading across her face as she thought about what had brought her to this moment. Her victim was Brad, a not unattractive lad with a cute boyish face and blonde hair. She had wanted to have her way with him for months now.
Brad had a serious crush on Lynne. With her lithe body, creamy legs and full, round 34C breasts she was every boy's wet dream and was a common topic of discussion amoung the lads of the school. She liked the attention and made maximum use of it by flaunting her body as sexily as possible within the limits of the school's uniform, but she never appeared sluttish - Lynne was sophisticated and in control. She was famous for the flaunting of her cleavage, when she removed her outer top for an alternate one when the teachers weren't around. Earlier that day, the class had just finished their lesson early and everyone was just mooching around as they waited to be dismissed. Lynne took this opportunity to pounce, working her way towards Brad. As the bell rang and the commotion to get out of the door began, Lynne whispered into Brad's ear, "Push through the honeysuckle when no-one is looking to get behind the bike shed at lunch. Tell no-one." It had long been thought by students at the school that getting behind the shed was impossibles or many illicit acts would have been performed. This was news to Brad, but as he turned to respond he found that the messenger had mingled back into the crowd and he couldn't tell who it had been.
A few minutes later, Lynne heard a rustling and moments later Brad found himself in the secret hideaway. "Hey there Brad, I see you got my message," Lynne greeted him with a mysterious smile.