“Ok, why don’t you come into the bathroom with me and we can talk while I shower, is that ok? You can clean up too if you wish.”
I thanked her and we went through to her bedroom, she threw off her tennis dress and wearing only her white bra and panties went through into the bathroom. I followed her and watched fascinated as she stripped off totally naked and went into the shower, she was so worldly, so at ease with her own body. She called out to me, “Helen, strip off and have a wash if you like, I won’t mind and you’ll feel a lot fresher.”
I took off my blouse, skirt and underwear too until I was naked. I went over to the basin, but Karen popped her head out of the shower. Her hair was wet, plastered to her head, her skin wet with water streaming down it, I’d never seen anything so erotic in my life. My stomach churned, as she said, “why don’t you jump in the shower with me, we can soap each other’s backs,” I was already walking forward to join her.
In the shower I stood mesmerized by her slim body, long legs, a beautiful pair of firm tits, narrow waist and that face, so classically lovely, with the water streaming down it to make her look like some mythical water maiden.
“You’re not washing, let me help you,” she said. I didn’t move as she covered her hands in soap suds and started to rub them over me, over my tits. It was like one of my fantasies sprung to life, I unconsciously pushed towards her and she gave a small smile. “Would you do mine, Helen, I’d like that?”
I nodded and took the soap, covered my hands and started to rub and stroke her tits. They were so nice, bigger than mine, perfect. Her eyes closed with pleasure and we moved nearer to each other, then I felt one of her hands slide down and feel around my crotch. She waited a few seconds to see if I would object, but I wouldn’t, couldn’t, I was the innocent princess totally entranced by the delightful prince that had come to show me the path to true pleasure. She rubbed the outside of my vagina, then her fingers slipped inside and she found my clit. Her other hand was still stroking, soaping my tits, it was unearthly. I heard her speaking to me.
“Helen, would you do the same to me, please, I’d like you to a lot.”
“Sure,” I breathed. “I’d love to.” I was still soaping her tits, I moved one hand down to her fanny and felt inside, she stiffened, uttered a small groan as I found her clit. Our lips met and we kissed, desperately, we were both aroused beyond caring, her tongue explored my mouth and I pushed my own tongue into her. Our hands were moving feverishly, bringing each other to a peak of sexual frenzy. I lost it completely, I worshipped this woman, I dropped my head and kissed her tits, kissed her nipples, then sucked on them like a babe. I wanted all of her, to experience every little piece of her, to savor it, to enjoy it, to lose myself in her. She groaned even louder, I pushed my hand further inside her and felt her tremble. My knees were about to collapse, then I felt the dam inside me about to burst and then it did, I came in a shuddering, screaming climax, she was only a few seconds after me and we held each other tightly, our hands in each other’s cunts, the other hand around each other’s bodies, holding tightly together, so tight that we were one body joined by the sheer pleasure of our shared lust.
After a few moments, we released each other. I stepped out of the shower and started to dry myself with a towel, Karen followed shortly afterwards. For a while, neither of us spoke. She broke the silence first.
“Have you ever been with a woman before?”
I shook my head. “Or a man?” she continued.
“No, no, I’m still a virgin.”
She must have heard some of the bitterness in my voice. “It’ll happen sooner or later, Helen. So you’ve really never, you know, done what we just did?”
“No, that was a first. Look, Karen, I’m not a lesbian, you know, really I’m not.”
She laughed. “I didn’t think you were, did you think I was? Of course I’m not, I just look for beauty and excitement wherever I can find them.”
I was relieved, but even as I began to relax, she came and cupped my tits in her hands. She held them and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You’re very lovely, you know, Helen. I hope you’ll come and see me often.”
I could hardly breathe for the effect this gorgeous, exotic woman was having on me. “Yes,” I said throatily. “I’d like that.”
We got dressed, me in my rumpled white school blouse over my sports bra and white frilly panties, as I buttoned my short tartan skirt I sneaked a look at Karen and saw her putting on a tiny, black cocktail dress, it so elegant and understated that I felt totally envious that she owned such marvelous clothes. I dragged a comb through my hair and retied my ribbon, then left the bedroom. She came out shortly after, looking like a million dollars, cool, sophisticated, sexy. She crossed over and gave me another kiss, then sat down on the couch and indicated that I should sit next to her.
“Now, tell me what the problem is, my darling Helen.”
Wow, she called me ‘my darling’, I glowed with warmth and pleasure. I told her about the pictures left in Emma’s locker, that they were fakes, photoshopped by someone.
“The thing is, Karen, it’s not just a matter of Emma being so upset, we’re all a bit worried that there might even be a sex crazed lunatic stalking the school, we’re all a bit worried about it. Besides, if the staff or our parents find out, what will they think of us?”
She was thoughtful for a moment. She took hold of my hand with both of her hands.
“It’s always a difficult one, trying to work something like this out.”
She asked me about Emma, what she was like, how old, then the other members of the Glee club.
“It’s probably a man, I can’t think that a female would do it. Obviously, he’s sending a signal that your friend is some kind of a kinky lesbian, probably he’s been refused by her and this is his way of getting back at her.”
“But how could he get them into the locker?” I asked her.
She smiled. “That’s easy, just find someone in the school who would do it for him. Probably a man that works there. Even a girl that was close to him wouldn’t be too keen on that kind of thing. Not that girls can’t be bitchy, of course, we can be a lot crueler than men when we try,” she smiled. “But of course, any girl doing it runs the risk of being caught and tarred with the same brush, accused of doing the same thing, of being a lesbian. Are there any men working in the school, surely there must be some?”
“There’s the caretaker, Joe Mason, I’ve seen him hanging around. I get the impression that he likes to watch the girls.”
“Hmm. He sounds like a possible. Well, there you are, this John Curtis, or someone like him is your best bet and maybe the caretaker is helping him, it could be someone else of course, someone like him, but at least you’ve got something to go on.”
I thanked her and phoned mom to come and pick me up. Just before she arrived, Karen touched my face with one hand, my breasts with her other hand. She kissed me goodbye. “Do come again, Helen, it’s been lovely talking to you.”
“I’ll do that Karen, it’s been very, er, instructive.”
We both grinned at each other as we heard the doorbell ring and mom was at the door.
“Did you enjoy yourself, darling?” she asked me.
“Yes, thanks mom, I had a great time,” I told her truthfully.
At school the next day we had a few minutes to talk, before Mark Hudson’s history class began. I told them about what Karen’s advice. They nodded their understanding, of course. John Curtis had tried it on with all of the girls and been sent packing, it made sense, and Joe Mason was always hanging around where he shouldn’t be, trying to peek up our skirts.
“We’ll go and check out his workshop, it’s a locked room next to the boiler room. If we find anything in there, we’ll know he’s the one and we can pressure him to tell us who put him up to it.
“What can we do if it is him that’s doing it?” I asked them.
Lisa Armstrong smiled broadly. “I’ve got an idea, I’ve been learning perm
anent makeup in the beauty salon I work at part time. If he likes us girls so much, why don’t we give him something to help him along?” She explained further and we laughed uproariously. Did I pity Joe Mason if we did find he was involved? Not a bit.
The door opened and Mark Hudson came in. He was aged in his late twenties, a nice looking guy, slim, wearing the usual schoolteacher uniform of button down light blue Ralph Lauren shirt under a tweedy jacket with leather elbow patches. Cord pants, sensible brogue shoes, his dark hair worn slightly long, curly, a nice, warm looking guy.
“Hi, girls, we’ll be looking at events in Europe before the Great War.”
Emma nudged me. “Are you ok on this stuff?”
I told her yes, I’d been through it all at my previous school. In the event, the lesson was a breeze, afterwards, Mr. Hudson talked about the next Glee club rehearsal.
“I’ve got the next routine lined up for you all, we’ll be doing the Queen song ‘Somebody to Love’. It’s a great song, we’ll be turning it into a big song and dance routine.”
The six Glee club girls gave a big cheer, it was a great song. “Allison Brokaw, you’re our lead singer,” he continued. “You’ll be taking the main vocal part and the rest of you will be working up an intricate backing vocal together with a dance routine. But we do need a dancer to pair up with Emma, our lead dancer, for the routine. The other four of you work well together as a dance troupe, so we need to look for someone who can dance to a very high standard to join us.”
I don’t know if they’d staged it, but I knew that it was my cue. I held up my hand. “I’ve done a bit of dancing, Mr. Hudson. I’d like to give it a try.”
“Really? Well, we’ve got a rehearsal after classes today, come down with the other girls and we’ll see how you go.”
He left the room and the other girls came around to thank me for getting involved.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” Allison said. “We’ll be the Magnificent Seven.”
We all groaned. But when it came to rehearsals, things went very well. Emma and I had to play lovers, I was given a pair of leather pants and a leather jacket to wear over my blouse. Emma changed into a rock and roll dress, with layers of stiff, flouncy petticoats underneath to push out the skirt. Our routine was quite simple, we had to dance a stylized jive, performing it in a rather exaggerated way.
“Helen, remember, you’re the guy, Emma is your girl, you need to put your hands on her hips and lead her around, Emma, put your hands on Helens shoulders. After the turns, Helen, twist your partner so that she’s close to you with your faces touching as if you’re about to kiss, got that?”
“No problem.”
We got into position. We put our hands on each other, that was it, our eyes locked and there was little doubt how we both felt about each other. I’d done a lot of dance training before and I like to think it showed. Combined with the passion and emotion we felt for each other, the passion that was growing every time we met, there was something about the way we danced that caused everyone to stop and watch. At the end, when I swept her backwards and bent over as if to kiss her, my lips almost brushing hers before I remembered where we were and stopped, everyone clapped and cheered.
“That was sensational, girls, I wouldn’t want to change a thing. We’ll work on that, polish up the rough edges and we’ve got a routine that should take us to the state finals.”
We went into the changing rooms afterwards and I took off the leather pants and jacket and buttoned my tartan skirt back on.
“Helen, I’ve got a couple of tickets for a concert tonight, a rock band. My brother wanted to come, but he’s not very well, mom says he’s to stay at home. How would you fancy coming with me?”
“I’d love to,” I replied. I realized that she had taken hold of my hand. Yes, I really would love to be out on a date with you, Emma, I thought.
The concert was totally out of this world. The band was total crap, of course, but we sat in a dark corner at the back and spent the whole time talking and kissing each other, enjoying the feeling of being together, with a partner that was so alive, so warm and passionate. She shocked me when she put her hand up inside my skirt, under the elastic of my panties and found the entrance to my vagina, but I didn’t want her to stop. I shivered, it was a wonderful feeling and she instinctively understood that I loved it. Her fingers gently stroked my clitoris and when the music was at its loudest, I came to a blissful climax, sobbing with pleasure, my eyes filled with tears I was so happy. I’d been holding her tits, feeling the smooth perfection of them under the thin cotton dress she wore, she obviously had no bra on. When she withdrew her hand, I repaid the compliment and slid my own hand inside her panties and up, up inside her cunt, already soaking with juices as her arousal overcame her. As she got nearer her own climax, I kissed her, pushed my tongue deep inside her mouth and used my other hand to tease her nipples. She groaned once, twice, overcome with her deep feminine feelings, then she came, squirming and twisting, her eyes tight shut. I pulled away and saw her mouth open to scream. The band were playing more quietly so I planted my mouth back over hers and tongued her some more. She heaved to her own climax, and then settled back in peaceful contentment in the seat.
We walked out of the concert hand in hand, saying nothing. There was nothing to say, we were two healthy girls who had found that we shared a strong passion for each other. We caught sight of my mom, waiting in her car to pick us up. Had she seen us holding hands, did she suspect, or what? I had to face it, we were acting like lesbians, one day she’d probably find out. Was I truly a lesbian? Did I care? Of course not, if the right guy came along I’d look at him, but so far, the ones I’d met were all deadbeats.
Mom took Emma home, and we drove back to our place. “You’re getting very friendly with Emma,” was all she said.
“Yeah, she’s nice, “I replied.
“I’m pleased for you, darling, maybe she could come around for a meal one day.”
So she didn’t suspect, good. Emma and I had swapped email addresses, when I got home I loaded my email program and checked my messages. There was an email just in from her. When she had got home she’d found an anonymous email on her computer, directing her to a link on the internet. When she clicked on it there was live footage of naked girls in the changing rooms, even some footage of girls, well, kissing and cuddling, touching each other. It was authentic footage alright, I realized that when I checked out the link. Right, we all did it, or some of us did, but it was supposed to be private, who the hell was this pervert and how did he get the video recorded? Emma was even more terrified, one of the videos showed her kissing Allison Brokaw and touching her body. Then I saw another, Lisa and Yvonne, then another, Rachel with another girl I didn’t recognize. I was relieved that there was nothing of me, at least, not so far.
I sent Emma an instant message, did she have any idea who was behind it? She said she didn’t, what could we do? We swapped messages for nearly an hour, I did my best to calm her worries, although I knew if mom caught sight of me in one of those videos, naked, embracing and kissing another girl, there’d be fireworks. Emma must be feeling exactly the same way. One thing was for certain, we had to find out who it was and put a stop to it fast. Having someone recording live video of us in the changing rooms was completely out of order. Could it be the same source as the photoshopped pictures? I doubted it. Those were relatively amateurish, these were something else, someone with a good knowledge of computers and the internet as well as surveillance video techniques. First things first, we were due to confront Joe Mason tomorrow, we’d find out more then.
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chapter FOUR
The following day we chewed over the new problem. Three other girls had found pictures in their lockers, lurid, porn with their faces photoshopped onto the actors. We had a rehearsal that afternoon and we planned to visit Joe Mason’s lair afterwards. Our dance sequence was electric. The other girls had worked hard on their routine, they were, to put it
bluntly, erotic. The ran their hands around each bodies, held each other tightly and several times kissed, it wasn’t simulated, these were the deep, warm kisses of healthy, pretty young girls who were totally into the partner they were dancing with. Emma and I danced our sexy routine, when she held me her hands were holding my tits firmly, when we kissed, it was a strong, loving kiss, whilst our hands touched and groped lower down. Much lower down. Mr. Hudson was obviously embarrassed, it was as explicit a lesbian routine as we could have done without going down on each other and having oral sex. But it was also very vibrant, very arty, and he gave us the benefit of the doubt.
Afterwards, I changed back into my short skirt and Emma put her school uniform back on. She came and nuzzled up to me.
“Gee, Helen, you smell so nice after all that exercise, it’s a kind of sweet, musky smell, gorgeous.”
I knew what she meant. It was an odor that was pure sex.
It was time to visit Joe Mason’s workshop. Emma took me by the hand and led me down to the basement, I was amused to see Lisa and Yvonne holding hands too, Lisa was clutching a little case with her equipment. We arrived in the boiler room and found his workshop locked. Rachel looked around and found a steel lever which she used to snap the lock off the door. We went cautiously inside, what we saw left no doubt about our culprit. The walls were covered with copies of the lurid, photoshopped pictures. Just then, we heard a shout behind us.
“Hey, what the fuck is going on, you can’t go in there.”
Our good caretaker had returned. Rachel and Lisa grabbed him, when he struggled the rest of us joined in and together we managed to push him to the ground. Yvonne was ready for this, she had brought plastic zip closers, the things that they use for holding cables together and the cops use as handcuffs to restrain suspects. While we held him, she secured his arms, and then his legs, the bastard was in our power.
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