Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club (8 page)

“Are you ok?” she asked. I nodded, too shocked to speak. Emma came into my vision. “Do you want me to switch you off?” she grinned. I felt her groping inside my cunt and the vibrations stopped.

“I’ll leave it in there, you can take it out when you get home.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I think I would like that.”

We got dressed and walked back to class, as I walked the egg moved around inside me, tantalizing me with the hint, the reminder, of what was, and what could be.

* * * * *

I couldn’t tell mom why I was so happy when I got home that day. I took off my trendy little black mac jacket and hung it carefully in the closet, then gave her a peck on the cheek.

“They were wonderful presents, mom, thanks again.”

“You’re very happy today, darling. You’re not normally still smiling when you get back from school.”

I blushed bright red, the truth was hidden inside my panties.

“I’ll get cleaned up and look at my homework.”

I went upstairs and into the bathroom, reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. I unfastened the vibrating egg and removed it, not without a slight pang of loss, like saying goodbye to a good friend. I started on my homework, halfway through the doorbell went and mom called up, “Karen’s here, you ought to come down and see her.”

I went down and said hi. She looked as glamorous as ever, so confident, composed, and clever. She smiled at me, “hi, Helen, we were talking about kids being switched on to current events these days.”

She emphasized the words ‘switched on’ so that I knew exactly what she meant, Christ, she was taking a chance.

“Do you feel ‘switched on’ to everything these days? If not, you really should be.”

She looked directly at me as she said it, her eyes were conveying a message that was crystal clear. She wanted me to fasten the vibrating egg inside me and switch it on. Or else. Would she dare mention it to my mom? I couldn’t take the chance, besides, it was a fascinating game. I went back upstairs, inserted the egg back in my cunt, fastened the straps and switched it on. I went back downstairs and the two women asked me to sit with them for a while. For half an hour I sat on the couch chatting to them, trying to control the waves of passion that surged through me, leaving me feeling hot, weak and totally spaced out.

“Your face is flushed again, Helen, I’m sure you’ve got that bug.”

Karen smiled quietly, she was enjoying it hugely. So was I, but I couldn’t take any more and I leapt up. “Sorry, I do have to finish my homework, nice seeing you Karen.” I rushed up to my bedroom and put my hand inside my panties and massaged my clit, finishing what had been brewing down there, when I came, I nearly hit the ceiling and had to stuff a fist against my mouth to stop myself from screaming with joy and passion.

The following day we were all in for a shock. We spent the day prowling around trying to find the person filming our shower rooms. During the afternoon break, we went down into the changing room with a screwdriver to start looking for the hidden cameras. Instead, we found the unconscious body of Jessica Epps lying on the floor. We picked her up and carefully took her through to the physio’s room and laid her gently on the couch. She was starting to come around and Emma got her a glass of water. She looked at us and her eyesight began to clear.

“What happened, Miss Epps?” Rachel asked her.

“I was looking around the changing rooms,” she said. “Someone has been posting videos of the girls in the showers on the internet, it’s totally disgusting, I was trying to stop it. I thought I’d found a possible camera site, in one of the ventilator grilles, then someone must have come up behind me and hit me on the head, the next thing I knew I was lying here with you girls around me. Thanks for helping me, by the way.”

So the videos were becoming common knowledge.

“What kind of scenes are on the videos?” Lisa asked her. Jessica looked embarrassed. “I think you know what’s on the videos, girls. But that’s not important. What you do privately is your business, not mine and not anyone else’s.”

Thank Christ for an enlightened teacher, the deputy head, Roberta Simonds, would have hung, drawn and quartered us.

“I still think there is a camera hidden in that ventilator, would one of you call the caretaker down here, I want him to take it apart and check it out.”

Rachel ran off to find Joe Mason while we sat with Miss Epps. Ten minutes later, she came back with Joe who was clutching a box of tools and carrying a small ladder. He kept a very low profile these days, it was funny to see his stricken expression when he caught sight of us. His face was garishly feminine, he looked as if he was wearing lipstick and mascara.

“Thanks for coming, Joe, would you remove all of the ventilator grilles in the changing room and the shower rooms, see if anything is hidden behind there. We think some pervert has hidden cameras there and is filming the girls in the showers, it’s disgusting.”

He shook his head, as if to say ‘what kind of scum would do something like that’, then rummaged in his toolbox and found some small tools and started work. Miss Epps spoke quietly. “The head was worried about him when we saw he had started wearing makeup. It’s obvious that underneath he thinks he is female, there’s no other explanation. She sent him to see the school psychologist who started him on a course of female hormones while he resolves his gender problems.

We looked at each other. If that wasn’t revenge I didn’t know what was, the hormones would certainly put paid to his male sex urges, and he wouldn’t be fantasizing over pornographic pictures of schoolgirls again. He gave a shout, he’d taken down a grille and found a camera.

“Rip it out,” Jessica said. “I want you to check everywhere and get rid of them all.”

It took him an hour before he’d found the lot, five cameras in all.

“Thanks, Joe,” Jessica said to him. “You’ve done a good job, if there is anything I can do for you, you know, to help you with your problem, let me know.”

He mumbled a reply and left.

“The psychologist thinks he should start to dress in women’s clothing to satisfy his inner female self,” she said. “He looks a bit silly with the makeup, neither male nor female. We’d have a female caretaker, that would be nice, wouldn’t it?”

We had to restrain ourselves from falling about laughing. It was hard to imagine anyone less female than Joe Mason. He should have thought hard before he played with obscene pictures of schoolgirls.

We helped Jessica to the school nurse, who took over her care, she had a bad bump and bruise on her head. Our search for the person who placed the video cameras had just narrowed to one person, Roberta Simonds, the deputy head. But we had to make certain.

“Should we confront her about it?” Lisa asked. “Just go in and make her admit it?”

Rachel shook her head. “It's not a good plan, if it is her and she is found out she’ll lose her job, her career and probably wind up in prison. No, she’ll deny it and make it much harder for us to catch her. We need to think of something else.”

“What about the emails,” I said. “Yvonne, have you had any luck there?”

She shook her head. “When the school server went back online they’d installed a temporary router, the security is hard to break. I think it was borrowed from a defense installation, the school IT company has contracts with the defense industry as well as with schools like ours. We need to wait until the old router is put back in, I can hack that one no problems.

We were almost back to square one.

“At least we got rid of the cameras in the changing rooms,” Lisa said. “We can all feel a lot safer about that.”

Emma grinned. “You mean we can fuck each other without anyone else watching?”

Well, yes, I guess that was exactly what she meant, it was what we all wanted.

“I’ve got an idea,” Emma continued. “Let’s take a shower to celebrate.”

She looked at each of us. “I can see by your smiles that you think it’s a good idea. Let’s go.”

“But, we haven’t had a sports lesson, how do we explain it if anyone finds out?” I protested.

“Tell ‘em we got dusty looking for the cameras, we decided to take a shower to clean up. Miss Epps won’t give us away, besides, she’s out of it for a few hours.”

“Ok, let’s go,” I said.

We almost ran down to the shower room and threw off our clothes. I was intoxicated by the sight of six other healthy, young girl’s bodies, the smooth skin, flat stomachs and those beautiful triangles at the top of the legs that promised so much pleasure and joy.

“You haven’t got the egg inside you today,” Emma said.

I laughed. “Of course not, I need to concentrate on my schoolwork sometimes.”

She shrugged. I guess, but will you let me borrow it soon?”

I said I would. The warm water ran and we played in the spray, celebrating the end of the cameras, our mouths kissing, hands exploring the most intimate parts of our bodies. Emma had an idea and I agreed. I lay on the floor of the shower, water streaming down over my face, then she knelt astride my face and instead of water there was just her cunt filling my mouth. I brought my hands up to hold her hips and hold her to me as I sucked at her vagina, licking her clit at the same time. She shivered and moaned, incredibly turned on by my giving her head, instead of the other way around. It didn’t do me any harm either, I loved eating out her cunt, I could see the others squirming and writhing in the flow of warm water, it was terrific, my hands crept down to my own cunt and inside it, I found my clit and settled into a happy rhythm of masturbating myself while sucking out my lover.

“What the hell is going on here?” a voice shouted.

We stopped, dead. Emma got off of me and I looked up to see the purple glare of Roberta Simonds.

“I said what’s going on?” she repeated at the top of her voice. She was so angry I thought she’d have heart failure there and then. I had images of her being brought back to life with the electric paddles they use in hospitals, a nice looking young doctor shouting, ‘clear’ as he applies the current and the body jumps a foot into the air. But no such luck, she didn’t collapse lifeless to the floor. Rachel, the strongest of us, stood up to her.

“We were having some fun, Miss, why, did you want to join in?”

Miss Simonds glowed even redder with anger. “I’ve never seen anything so disgusting in my life, that was lesbian sex you were engaged in, you should all be disciplined, if I had my way you’d be expelled.”

Rachel smiled calmly. “Look, if you want to go to the head and report us, go ahead. But we’ll tell her that you put us up to it, asked us to play lesbian games while you watched, see how much good that does to your career.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” the deputy head said angrily.

“Try us,” Rachel replied, her voice icy.

For a few moments there was impasse. Then Miss Roberts turned on her heel and stalked out. That was it, our fun was over, we started to towel off and get dressed. But at least Rachel had stopped her reporting us to the head, my time at Forest Heights wouldn’t be over just yet.

We got dressed and walked out to the lockers.

“You know what’s happening at Glee club tomorrow?” Emma asked me.

I shook my head as I put on my shiny black mac jacket. Lots of the girls admired it, I felt like a pop star.

“It's our competition,” she replied. “All of us have to do something, sing, dance, whatever. Afterwards, we get to vote on who was best.”

It sounded interesting. “What does the winner get?”

“Its undecided, we usually get together and work out a prize just before the competition, it’s only a little thing, more of a token really.”

I decided I’d run through my dance routine at home, mom could tell me what she thought. But when I got home, she wasn’t in a good mood.

“I need a word with you, Helen. About these videos that have been circulating on the internet.”

I knew I was blushing beetroot red.

“Er, yes, it’s been sorted out, mom.”

I told her about the cameras being pulled from the ceiling vents.

“That’s all very well, and I’m pleased, my darling. But that’s not what I meant. Tell me the truth, are you a lesbian?”

That was a blunt question, one I didn’t know the answer to myself. I thought for a moment, I wouldn’t want to lie to her.

“To be honest, mom, I’m not sure.” I went on to tell her about the horrible experience with John Curtis. “I know that not all boys are alike, but I haven’t met any decent ones yet. And my girl friends are great, they’re really nice.”

“So you haven’t given up on boys, then?”

“No, mom.”

“Good, I think you’re going through a girlie phase, it’ll sort itself out sooner or later. But whatever your sexuality, don’t forget, you’re my daughter and I love you. So enjoy yourself while you can, there’s plenty of time later to become adult and boring.”

She smiled and I hugged her. I’d always worried about having a psychologist for a mom, someone who could almost read your thoughts, but she was great about it. It was time to go through my dance routine for the Glee club competition.

* * * * *

Mom watched my performances and we finally settled on a sexy little Madonna routine. Ever the psychologist and knowing the kinds of sexual games we played, she said it would appeal best to the other girls. She didn’t say lesbian girls, but I knew what she meant. The next day I got dressed in a high state of excitement, I knew I had a good chance of winning. I got out my silky bra and panties set and fastened the bra. Then I unfastened my bra and took it off. I found my satin corset and put that on instead, it pushed up my tits beautifully, exactly right for today. I didn’t have opaque stockings to clip to the suspenders so I found the thickest black stockings I owned, they were still outside of the school dress regulations but I had a good enough reason for wearing them. I admired myself in the mirror, satin corset, suspenders and stockings, with the furry triangle over my vagina peeping out from under the lower hem of my corset. Now, what about panties, I thought. I found the briefest silky ones I could find, they weren’t much more than a thong. I felt incredibly daring, I put on my skirt and buttoned it, it was so tiny that my suspenders were almost visible underneath, but only almost. Provided I kept my skirt pulled down I should be safe. Until I danced, that is, then there would be something else on show, my suspenders and ultra brief panties would be displayed every time a dance movement caused my skirt to ruffle up. That should keep them on edge, I thought. I buttoned up my crisp, cotton blouse and left the top two buttons undone so that a tantalizing glimpse of my tits was visible at the neckline. Then I did my makeup and went downstairs. Mom raised her eyebrows.