My name is Sarah Jamieson. As you can remember I am eighteen years old and a very late bloomer; so much so I was a tomboy up until this day; the one that started out so very strangely.
As I walked away from the gym I could not get my head around the fact that my first sexual experience was with a girl in the school. I knew that fact alone should make me worried but all it did was make me think about it more and make me wet. I knew that it was strange that I was still wet after it happened but as I walked to the next class I felt that my panties were still damp. As I wandered into the next class a part of me wanted nothing more than to turn around and go somewhere private so that I could pull my panties down and masturbate over what had just happened but it was then that I heard my name being called out. I looked over to see who had called out my name just to see Josh sitting there, waving his hand above his head like an idiot. I walked slowly over to him and as I did he looked at me as if there was something strange.
"What is up with you Sarah? You have been acting strange all day."
My first thoughts went straight to what had just happened in the gym and I took a deep breath to get my thoughts flowing again.
"It – it's nothing Josh. Just having one of those mornings I suppose."
Josh sat there and gave me another weird look but then shrugged his shoulders, "I know those mornings. Some of my days don't start until lunch time."
I wanted to laugh at that but before I could the teacher came in and told us all to sit down, making me sit down next to Josh.
As the lesson went on all that was going through my head was what had happened to me in the gym with Carole. As I replayed the whole thing in my head I could feel myself getting wetter and more turned on. I tried as hard as I could not to show what I was thinking on my face but the more that I tried the harder it seemed to be and I found that I had no idea what the teacher had been saying. It was when Josh jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow that I realized the teacher had been talking to me.
"Thank you for joining us once again Miss Jamieson," he said as everyone in the class room laughed, making my face go red.
I looked at him and wanted to say sorry but I found that I could not find the right words and just sat there with a goofy look on my face which made everyone else start laughing again. Mr. Finlay just stood there for a second longer before he turned back to the black board and started to write on it again. As he did I began to chastise myself for not paying attention for him but as much as I wanted to study all that I could think of was what had happened in the gym. I wanted to tell myself not to think about that but the more I told myself not to the more it came to me.
By the time the bell had rung my panties were drenched and I knew that I needed to go somewhere to take them off. I just hoped that someone wouldn't smell my juices that clung to them. As soon as I made it close to the door however I heard a cough and turned to look at Mr. Finlay.
"I am surprised at you Sarah. This is the first time I have ever seen you not paying attention in class. You are one of the brightest students I have known. Please do not screw it up thinking about other things."
I wondered what he was talking about but knew that I had to get out of the room so that I could go somewhere and take my panties off.
"I am sorry Mr. Finlay. It will not happen again."
Mr. Finlay just looked at me and gave me a somewhat strange smile before he turned and let me walk out the door. I saw Josh waiting for me and I knew this was the last thing that I needed. I knew that I could ditch him so that I could go to the toilet but when I saw the look on his face I knew that I couldn't and walked straight up to him. He waited until I standing near him before he started to speak to me.
"What is up with you Sarah? You have been acting strange since you got off the bus. It is the first time I have ever seen you not take notice in class. Something weird is going on with you."
As I stood there I could feel how wet my panties were against my pussy and wanted nothing more than to get to the toilet so that I could take them off but I knew that would be rude and stood there for a second, trying to get that thought out of my head.
"It is nothing Josh. I am just having a slightly off day. I am sorry that I have to do this but I have to go somewhere before the next class."
Josh just looked at me without saying a thing and I hoped that he wasn't going to ask me another question but he just turned and walked away from me. I knew that with that situation that I shouldn't have breathed a sigh of relief but as he walked far enough away I let out a soft one then turned and started to walk as fast as I could towards the toilets. I just hoped when I got there that it wouldn't be crowded.
As I pushed the door open I was relieved to see that it was empty enough for me to get a stall and rushed in there as soon as I could. All that I wanted to do was take my panties off but as soon as I closed the door I wondered why. I looked down and thought it strange I wanted to take them off but I had the overwhelming urge to do so. I don't know how long I stood there debating that thought but I knew that it seemed like an eternity until I sat down and began to pull them down. I did so slowly and something seemed to flow from them towards me, telling me that I was still aroused. I did not want to admit it but the truth there. I knew more than anything that I wanted time to stop for everyone else but me so that I could stay in this stall for just a little while longer and masturbate. I knew I should fight the feeling that was even now screaming at me but my inner voice told me that it was the stupidest thing to fight and that I should just let go.
As I pulled my panties off I looked down and was surprised to see just how wet I was. It was as if Carole's tongue had never left my pussy. That thought made me sit back in my seat and before I could stop it my hand fall downwards. The instant my hand touched the wetness of my pussy I let out an involuntary moan and hoped that nobody would hear it. I opened my eyes, listening for any sound but as I did I noticed that my hand had not stopped moving. It was if it had a mind of its own and as I sat there I felt my own fingers moving up and down the slit of my pussy, making it even wetter. I hoped then that I wasn't making any noise as the last thing I wanted was for someone to come into the toilets or someone who was already here to find me in this predicament. As I thought about that I knew that I should stop but something within me did not want to, something within me told me that I wanted more. I knew that if I did something else I would more than likely be caught and sent to the principal's office, or even worse suspended but at that point I did not care. All that I cared about right at that point was just how wet I was and what I was doing.
As I ran up fingers up and down the slit of my pussy even faster I knew that I did not want to stop but I knew deep within me this was not enough, that I needed something more. I then looked at the walls of the stall and wondered if I could place my feet up onto them before telling myself it was a stupid idea. I sat there for a second and debated whether or not I should try but my fingers and pussy made the decision for me and before I knew it I had raised my feet and placed them on either wall of the stall. I looked down again and saw just how wet I was. I could see that my juices were practically dripping from me and all that I wanted was to keep going. I started to run my fingers up and down faster and faster but then a sudden thought told me that this was not enough, that I needed more. I closed my eyes and tried to figure out just what it was and then it came to me, I needed Carole's tongue.
My eyes shot open when I thought about that but the more that I told myself that I was crazy the more it seemed to be true. All that I could think about was her tongue and the more I thought about it the wetter I seemed to get. It was then I let out another involuntary moan and looked down just to see that two of my fingers were now deep within me. I looked at them with wide eyes and wondered what the hell I was doing but as much I wanted to stop the more my fingers started to move inside me. I looked down at them as they started to move out of my pussy slowly and felt apprehension when they did. All I wanted in that instant was them to slide back in and as I slowly slid them back into myself I let out another involuntary moan. I asked myself whether my moans were involuntary or if I wanted someone to catch me here in the toilet stall. I tried hard to convince myself I was crazy but I glanced at the door and wondered if it was the truth; if I did want someone to come and see what I was doing.
The thought sent a surge through me and as I looked at the door I found that my fingers started to slide in and out of my pussy faster. As they did I could hear how much wetter I was. I could feel my juices flowing out of me and down the crack of my ass and realized this was all I wanted to do right now. It made me wonder if I was going crazy; thinking about sitting in the toilet all day and masturbating but I also knew I did not care. I could feel my pussy reacting to my fingers sliding in and out faster and faster. It was quickly getting wetter and wetter and I did not want to stop; I didn't care about anything except what my fingers were doing to me.
As I closed my eyes and started to let my fingers slide in and out of my dripping wet pussy faster and faster I didn't notice the feet that were directly outside of the door to the stall I was in until I heard a loud banging. When I opened my eyes with a start I looked just to see that they were still there and then heard the girl's voice from the other side.
"Are you going to come out of there or not? You have been in there far too long."
It made me wonder just why this girl was banging on the door to this stall as there were others in the toilets then I became worried; was I making that much noise there had been someone in here the whole time and I had just now noticed that they were here? As I sat there trying to debate what exactly had happened there were an even louder banging on the door.
I knew I had to get out of the stall and as much as I hated to admit it put my feet back down on the floor, sliding my fingers out of myself as I did. I knew I had to get out of the stall quickly but I also knew that I had to clean myself up as soon as I did as I was completely soaked. I grabbed as many paper towels as I could and try to wipe up as much as I could but as I did the paper towels fell apart in my hands and I started to get upset. The girl banged a little louder on the door then and I knew I had to get out of there as soon as possible. I grabbed my bag from the hook on the door and stood before flushing the toilet. As soon as I opened the door there was Cassi, one of the most beautiful and popular girls in school. She didn't look so pretty as she looked at me though, she looked extremely angry. She just looked at me and didn't say a word before she pushed me aside and walked into the stall, closing the door with a bang which left me to go to the sinks.
As I washed my hands I hoped that I hadn't made too much of a mess and started to get worried but then all I really wanted to do was get out of there before she got out and began a fight with me. I walked out of the toilet quickly and as I did I kept reliving what I had just done. Every time that I did I couldn't help but feel my pussy getting wetter and could not help but wonder why my panties weren't getting wetter as well. I stopped with wide eyes and looked back at the toilet. In the rush to get out of there I had left them on the floor! I just hoped that someone wouldn't find them until I got back there. I wanted so much to run back and get them but stood there for a second and debated if I should go back in there; if someone would be waiting for me just in case they did find them. I stood there for a second longer, before telling myself it would most likely be a stupid thing to do and started to walk away.
