[[ Hi all, while this stands alone, it's easy to go and read part 1&2 first, links are in my profile.
So, go get caught up then come here for more fun.
Remember, this is a light-hearted, lesbian sex, school romp. It's not meant as a serious portrayal of lesbian relationships. All participants are 18+.
This one contains WATER SPORTS / pee drinking and mild coercion -- if that's not your thing best try a different story.
Enjoy! ]]
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First Term at St Penelope's -- Week 3
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Beth Summer had come through her two days of hazing with flying colours according to her classmates. Like all the other upper sixth form girls, Beth now had access to the video library where the 'stage test' for each of them was available to all the rest. Beth had spent quite a number of nights on her phone going through the video clips. Just like she had been, each girl was tied to a chair, knees apart, and ball-gagged if they wouldn't stay quiet. The chair was then carried under cover of darkness from the dormitory to the main hall, and placed on the stage from where the headmistress addressed assemblies.
Most of the initiations had happened when the girls first entered the lower sixth, and the hazing had been carried out by upper sixth pupils. Beth as a late arrival had been in the unusual position of being hazed by her own classmates.
After a couple of hours to get used to the idea, every new girl was visited by a volunteer and told that either volunteer would masturbate them to an orgasm on camera or they could ask for one of the other girls. Beth had stuck with her cousin, who had been her volunteer, but she was surprised to see that none of the others had asked for a replacement. The idea that maybe they'd felt it was rude made Beth laugh. They had, after all, been tied up and were now facing being fingerfucked by a girl they'd only just met. Beth recognised none of the older girls, since they'd all left now and gone on to university or finishing school.
Despite, or perhaps because of, the humiliating circumstances, all of the girls reached their orgasms swiftly and whilst none of them had soaked the stage like Beth had, perhaps warned by someone not to drink too much water that first evening, Beth's classmates had all come hard. Pretty blonde Gwen had gasped, plain little Helen had squealed, the fine-featured Charlotte had moaned, statuesque Cherry had groaned, Cousin Caroline had shuddered, and long-haired Sita had bucked against her bonds like a wild thing. The upper sixth former, who had volunteered for Daisy had been a brunette with the most beautiful hair and wicked eyes. She'd taken Daisy in hand and had obviously enjoyed herself. Daisy took longer than the others, but the tall darkhaired girl had managed to stiffen Daisy's little penis and milk her to orgasm, whispering in her ear the whole time. Daisy came, moaning around the ball-gag and squirting into her panties, craning back her curly head while the older girl continued to whisper to her.
Beth spent a fair amount of time after lights out watching the videos on her phone while touching herself and trying not to be heard doing it. Though judging by the amount of creaking from Cousin Caroline in the top bunk, something similar seemed to go on up above her quite often. And if the viewing figures were anything to go by, most of the class looked at the files quite regularly. Beth was surprised to see she had 100 views already, and given how small the class was that meant that every girl had watched her squirt about five times -- that or she had a major fan in the dorm!
Lessons slowly improved as Beth got used to studying fewer subjects in more depth. She was pleased to find that she wasn't the slowest girl in any of the classes, though she was still definitely near the bottom.
P.E lessons remained her least favourite.
Caroline said she should apply herself, "Put in the work and you'll be a hardbody!" She slapped her own lean belly by way of example.
Beth shook her head, despairing of her cousin. Beth would never be an athlete. Her body tended towards curvy, right now she was still slim and her large breasts showed zero sign of sagging, but she knew as she got older she'd have to watch her diet or put on weight like her mom did. At least she had school meals to keep her from overeating. The English seemed to consider cooking to be a branch of warfare, and the school cooks rarely produced anything Beth considered edible.
The only good thing about P.E was the showering after. Beth loved to stand under the flood of hot water and watch the two girls she had the biggest crushes on. The head girl, the oh-so-aristocratic Charlotte Chase, was completely out of her league of course. Charlotte looked and behaved more like 21 than 18. She was slender and several inches taller than Beth. In addition she had cheekbones you could cut yourself on, long red hair, flashing green eyes, and an unconscious grace. Beside her Beth felt like an awkward, uncouth American, clumsy and never managing to say the right thing. But oh, she loved to watch the girl shower. She let her eyes linger on Charlotte's narrow red bar of pubic hair, pointing like an arrow to her pussy. Unlike most of the girls Charlotte shaved her bush, sculpting it into the thing of beauty that currently occupied Beth's attention.
Beth had to be careful when watching Charlotte. The girl she'd dubbed 'the cheerleader' on her first day, was Felicity Stanford, an athletic blonde, and Charlotte's special friend. Caroline said that the two had been semi-dating since they were both sixteen, and Felicity was famously possessive.
"Everyone calls her Flick," Caroline had told Beth.
"Isn't that just short for Felicity?" Beth asked.
"It is, but this Flick likes to... flick." Caroline mimed flicking Beth's nipple. "She likes to make the new girls squeal. A bit of a spanker too. Though when it's with Charlotte it's Flick whose bum is getting slapped."
Felicity chose that moment to enter the showers. Like Charlotte she shaved too, but more so, leaving her mound completely nude and an open question as to whether the fur there would be blonde like her hair, or dark like Gwen's who was nearly as blonde. Beth saw Felicity looking her way, narrow eyed, and she turned to watch Cherry instead, starting to rinse the lather from her hair as she did so.
"How are you so pale?" Caroline asked from beneath the neighbouring showerhead. "Virginia's such a hot place and you look like a ghost."
Beth ran her eyes over Cherry's dark thighs and the darker bush between them. Cherry liked to be watched so Beth's observation was only limited by her own shyness. "I live... lived... in DC, not Virginia." She knew she was splitting hairs. "And you're not wrong: it's damn hot. Which is why we hide indoors with the AC on full blast. It's too hot for sunbathing!" Caroline was right though, Beth had always been very pale, and her black hair just accentuated her milky complexion.
Cherry met her gaze and smiled knowingly. Beth looked away, blushing, feeling her nipples harden under the girl's open stare.
"Honestly, Beth, put on your big girl panties and ask if she wants to go steady." Caroline came to stand behind Beth and started soaping her back. "Or just invite her to fuck you silly as a one off. Cherry won't mind."
"She did say I was her favourite pudding..." Beth agreed.
Caroline slipped her arms around Beth, small breasts pushing against her shoulder-blades, groin against her ass. "Being a pudding isn't necessarily a good thing, dear cousin." Caroline's hands slid across Beth's small, soft tummy."
"I don't mind what I am," Beth admitted, feeling an ache in her pussy. "As long as it's something Cherry wants to stick her tongue into."
"Beth Summer!" Caroline scolded playfully. "What have we turned you into?"
After three weeks Beth had yet to gather her courage and initiate either a romance or any more basic, lust-filled encounter with Cherry or any other girl. Part of it was the struggle of adjusting to so many new things at once, not least the level of academic effort expected. Part of it was a degree of uncertainty. Hazing was one thing, but declaring herself a lesbian or even just bi-sexual felt like a big step, no matter how boldly she talked in the shower. Was it going to be her secret school thing? Or would she really bring a girlfriend home to her father. She had no idea how her mom would react if she found out. She tended to be very tolerant about such things at a distance, and somewhat less so when they crossed her doorstep. Beth had always wondered if the reason that Caroline had had to go back early when she visited the States as a young teen was that Beth's mom had somehow suspected what the two of them were getting up to in her bedroom. The kissing and touching had been rather sweet and innocent, but even so...
Beth's head was full of such thoughts as she turned the corner in the art's block's less-used rear stairwell and found herself staring at Sita and Helen. The Indian girl had her back pressed against the window and Helen was holding her there. Helen had her back to Beth on the stairs and was gripping Sita's thick plait with one hand, making her crane her head back. Sita's school skirt was hitched up around Helen's other arm. Beth couldn't see Helen's hand but very clearly it was buried in Sita's panties.
Beth stood, amazed, watching while Helen kept her fingers busy and Sita stood with her legs slightly splayed to allow access, eyes closed, breathing hard. Her dark eyes fluttered open momentarily and she saw Beth just standing there. Rather flustered, Beth hurried past the pair, keeping her head down although Sita had raised no objection to an audience.
As she passed them, she heard the very definite thuck-thuck-thuck of Helen's fingers sliding home into Sita's wet cunt. She continued down the stairs, making one more turn before pausing and pressing her own fingers hard against her pussy. The tingle was delicious and Sita's distant moans made her want to stop there and play with her slippery clit until she came too.
Instead, Beth forced herself to keep going. She'd signed up for choir practice and arriving late for her first session would hardly be a good start. In her hurry she crossed from the art building to the main hall at a run and stumbled on the worn stone steps. She managed to stub her toe and the sudden pain was excruciating. She got to her feet and immediately started to hop, trying to somehow lessen her pain. "Ow! Ow! Ow! GODDAMIT!"
"Language, Miss Summer!"
Beth hopped in a circle and was dismayed to find the headmistress behind her looking most displeased. She was flanked by Charlotte and Flick, both looking quite serious as if Beth had called the queen a whore or something.
Mrs Johnson, a tall woman in a serious-looking black dress suit, looked down at Beth through steel-rimmed spectacles.
"I'm sorry, miss." Beth tried putting her injured foot on the ground and stood straight. All she'd said was 'goddammit', it felt as if the woman was overreacting.
"There's no place for potty mouths at St Penelope's, Miss Summer." Mrs Johnson narrowed her eyes. "I won't stand for it." She turned to Charlotte. "Miss Chase, it appears that this young lady is need of some education regarding our standards. Please ensure she gets it."
