Brooklyn dropped her kit to the floor and sat on the edge of the bed to untie her trainers. lacrosse was never her favorite sport, but she still hated losing. At five foot tall and only weighing a little over a hundred pounds, she wasn't exactly a force of nature. Normally her quick feet would keep her competitive, but the muddy pitch had worked against her today.
"Tough game," commented her blonde roommate turning in her chair at the desk between the beds.
"Bloody awful," mumbled Brooklyn, striping off the remaining soiled and sweaty clothes. Sitting starkers, she enjoyed the cool air on her small breasts. Having gone to an all-girl's school since she was eight years of age, she'd grown accustomed to nudity at an early age. "We're going to be lucky to win a single match this year." Picking up a towel from the end of her bed, she dried her long dark hair.
Aimee smile flattened as she touched the pencil in her hand to her lips. "You shouldn't give up so easily, you're a natural athlete. I'm sure you'll get better with--" she said until the door suddenly flew open and three more girl's spilled into the room.
Britney, Madison, and Taniel pushed at each other as they entered the room laughing. They were sill dressed in their school uniform, not having had the chance to change yet.
"Girl, put some clothes on," Taniel said, rolling her eyes at the petite nude student sitting on the end of the bed.
"I will. I need to have a shower first," she said lazily, not feeling rushed in the slightest.
"Well, get moving then," Taniel pushed again, "we're leaving at half past six, and if you make us late again--,"
Looking at the girls in the room, Brooklyn could see that the sentiment was shared. "Fine, fine," she said with a sigh and then stood and gathered her shower things. Part of her happy to be alone again.
Britney, a tall, blonde girl who was one of the more popular students at school, waited until the door closed before turning towards Aimee, "I don't know how you can live with that girl," she said referring to Brooklyn. "She's mental."
Aimee shrugged, "No she's not. Well, maybe a little," she admitted.
"Remember when she set off those bangers in class last term," giggled Madison, the only American in the group of girls. She was a brunette with large breasts and curvy hips. While not traditionally beautiful, she was far from unattractive.
"I remember a certain someone giving them to her and suggesting she do it for a laugh," Aimee admonished. "She was nearly expelled over that you prat. You can't do anything like that this term with her. You know how open to suggestion she is."
"Yeah, yeah," said Taniel, talking over the small group, "no more taking the mickey. Now let's get ready. Your sister's still driving us, yeah?"
Aimee nodded, "Jennifer already called me. I think she's got a fun night planned," she said, waggling her brow.
"She's not taking us to that gay pub in Manchester again is she?" complained Britney.
The girls groaned but laughed remembering the experience. They had all known Aimee's older sister was gay, but despite being ten years older, Jennifer knew how to have a good time. Their last adventure had included a stop at a gay bar and they all felt that they'd matured a year from the experience.
"No, she won't tell me the name," Aimee said, flipping her hands up, "but apparently she's got a connection to get us in."
"Oh, this is going to be fun," Britney said, dancing on her tip toes.
The street lights were buzzing their low drone as they cast their yellowish hue in front of the private school's entrance. Now that the female students were of age, they were allowed to leave the school on evenings and weekends, and they were determined to take full advantage of their new freedom. Aimee's sister arrived at the school entrance in her silver Volkswagen Golf. Jennifer had once been a student at the same boarding school, and so she felt an obligation to free her younger sister from its confines whenever possible.
Brooklyn stood nervously behind the group of sixth form girls, out of the group, Aimee was her only true friend. She didn't dislike the others, but she found them difficult to talk to. They didn't understand her like Aimee did. Brooklyn watched as Jennifer's car pulled up next to the curb and began to wonder how they were all supposed to fit inside. Brooklyn had known her friend's older sister almost as long as she'd known Aimee. In fact, their whole family felt like her family. Aimee's family had always been extremely kind to her, and on more than one occasion she'd wished that she could have been born into such an amazing family. But that was a common fantasy for every orphaned girl living in girl's homes and foster care.
Jennifer exited the car and stretched, her perfect breasts pressing firmly against the thin fabric of her open blouse and exposing a deep canyon of cleavage. She had thick, long red hair, pale lightly freckled skin, and naturally full lips.
"Hey girls," she said, giving her sister a quick hug and then turning to Brooklyn, "Hey beautiful." Jennifer's eyes bore into Brooklyn's and a smile spread over her features as she enveloped the younger girl in an uncomfortably long hug. Finally breaking the hug, Jennifer turned to the small group. "Aimee, you're driving. I'll volunteer to sit in the back and Brooke cab sit on my lap to share a seatbelt since we're one too many."
The girls laughed at Brooklyn's uncomfortable smile and got into the car. Jennifer's suggestion wasn't a total surprise to the dark haired girl though, Jennifer had always been very touchy in her affection, and it only seemed get more so as time went on. They all fit into the car and soon they were driving down the motorway, talking and laughing as they sped toward their destination.
