Clarification: All characters in the sex scenes described in this work of fiction are above the legal age of consent in your state or country.
At last! thought Emerald, lovingly waving goodbye to her parents as the train pulled off. She'd got the compartment to herself, and her family were gone. Not that she didn't love her mother and father and darling sister Betty, but it was term time and she was off to her other life, where she was more or less free to do as she wished. She bent her neck as far as she could to see a last glimpse of Betty running along the platform edge, waving her handkerchief at her as the train picked up pace, a cloud of dark smoke passing by the window as the wheels clattered and clunked as it took her off to boarding school. Soon, she'd be with her friends, all in their smart school uniforms, plaits under school bonnets and firm young bodies hidden under blouses, blazers and skirts.
But her journey wasn't to be a wholly uninterrupted one, as Emerald found when, having hardly read any of the serialised adventures of the girls of Blessington High in her magazine, the train came to a halt at the next stop on the line. At least, after this, there'd be hardly any more stops until she got to her destination where all the girls of the School of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Boedean, would be gathering: a mass of hockey sticks, plaits and white knee-high socks with their luggage and hovering school mistresses and Bert, the ancient school janitor.
She watched with some anxiety as people wandered past her compartment along the corridor. She was rather hoping she might have it all to herself, but this was not to be as a middle-aged woman poked her head through the window, saw that the compartment was virtually empty, and announced: "This one'll do, dear." Curses, exclaimed Emerald to herself. This was not to be such a tranquil journey. However, her next thought was rather of astonishment as she realised that the woman who had said this was completely naked. Otherwise, she was a fairly conventional looking woman, her hair permed and a leather handbag slung over her shoulder. But all Emerald could focus on was the woman's enormous motherly breasts and a slightly bulging stomach so different from Emerald's own or indeed any of her schoolfriends.
"Come along, Beatrice dear," she said to a girl much more Emerald's own age, who was naked like her mother, but had her hair tied back in plaits like Emerald. She was humping a large suitcase into the compartment and had a satchel over her shoulder. Behind them came a man, presumably Beatrice's father, who was also naked, with a pipe hanging from his lips, below his neat moustache, and pulling along a much larger suitcase. The three of them came into the compartment, and began hauling the cases onto the luggage rack. The mother smiled at Emerald, who smiled back, but whose mind was inevitably focused on the man's penis. This was the first time Emerald had ever seen a real penis before. The only ones she'd ever had a glimpse of till then had been made of marble or stone and were attached to statues. This was a real one, somehow larger than she'd imagined and also rather wobbly and loose. And there was so much hair on it! She didn't know why, but she somehow imagined rather less hair than this one had.
The two parents settled down their charge, who sat immediately opposite Emerald, discreetly crossing her legs so that she was barely able to see a glimpse of the short sparse hairs of her crotch. However, Emerald's confused eyes were able to settle on her small but perfectly formed breasts, with slightly darker pink nipples than the pale pink of the rest of her skin, and a general slimness much like Emerald's own and very much like that of most of her friends from school. The parents fussed around Beatrice, kissing her goodbye in an awkward angle which gave Emerald a very close view of their different sized buttocks and a glimpse of their genitals. The father's bottom was taut and tight, and ever so hairy! The mother's buttocks were very round and large and fleshy, and Emerald was slightly startled to see just how much hair she had around the crotch. It had been a shock enough for her when she and her schoolfriends became hairy down below, but it was even more shocking to reflect on just how much more hair was due to take root in that so very private area.
"Have a good journey, Beatrice darling," said the mother. "And don't forget to write. We do so love to read your letters."
"I will, Mummy," Beatrice said, kissing her mother on the cheek.
"And goodbye dear," said her father. "Don't forget to tip the porter when he carries out your bags. A thruppenny bit should be more than enough."
"I won't forget, Father," Beatrice assented.
"Well, we must be off dear," announced the mother. "We don't want to be caught on the train as it leaves."
With that, the two parents left their daughter in the carriage and returned to the platform. Emerald watched them leave with barely hidden fascination, and joined Beatrice's gaze who waved her parents goodbye as the train prepared to leave. Emerald found it very difficult to focus on the adventures of the girls of Blessington High when there was so much bare flesh to study. It was true that she'd not seen anything to compare with the naked bodies of the two naked parents as they stood on the platform smiling and waving at their daughter, the father with his pipe in his hand and the mother with a handkerchief held up to her weeping eyes. However, this was certainly not the first time that Emerald had seen a naked girl before. Indeed, one of the very things that she was looking forward to when getting back to school was to revisit just those pleasures.
In fact, it was the prospect of thinking about her many schoolfriends, but particularly Edith and Belinda, that Emerald had been looking forward to in the compartment. And this was why she'd so hoped that she'd have the compartment to herself. Then she could slip a hand down her white cotton knickers, and perhaps the other up her blouse to massage her own small nipples, and think again of her girlfriends' bare bodies. Edith's slender dark arms and firm growing breasts. Belinda's freckled face, and those freckles which scattered over her shoulders, breasts and over the slight down of her arms. And here, instead of memories and fantasies, Emerald was confronted by the real thing.
Soon enough, the train was on its way, Beatrice's parents receding into the distance as Emerald's own had been, and Emerald was curious to see Beatrice brush away a tear. Clearly, this was a girl with stronger family feelings than her own. She smiled at Beatrice as the girl looked up and studied her fellow passenger seemingly for the first time.
"So, you're back to school for the new year as well?" Emerald asked boldly.
"Yes," sniffed Beatrice. "I'm back to Burlingbury School for Girls."
"I've never heard of it," sniffed Emerald who thought she knew the names of all the top public schools. This must be a very minor public school indeed. "Is it a day school or does it have boarders?"
"It's all boarders," replied Beatrice, dabbing her damp eyes with her own lace handkerchief. "That's because it's the only school of its kind in the country. Almost everyone has to travel ever such a long way to get there."
