Emilia discovers the pleasure her body can give and receive during her time at an all girls boarding school.
Ever since I was very small I loved thunderstorms. They never frightened me, probably because Mum and Dad loved to watch them and this rubbed off on me. During a storm at night they would turn off the tv, open the curtains and watch the lightning flash across the sky for hours on end.
So I find the rumble of far off thunder so relaxing and the sound of rain on a window, roof, or better still a tent, relaxes me and sends me to sleep.
Not everyone has the same reaction that I do.
In my school dormitory, there are many girls who are unsettled by thunderstorms and some that are terrified.
I found this out early in my first term at the boarding school. The girl in the next bed woke me up in the middle of the night by shaking my shoulder. It was dark, but I could just make out Hannah’s frightened tear stained face looking down at me in distress.
Hannah was almost the same age as me, 10 years old. Her family were from Southern Ireland originally and she spoke with a charming lilting accent. Her eyes were a stunning green and her hair a beautiful light ginger, almost blond. I loved her hair and wished I could have that colour hair instead of my mousey brown.
Millie, she whispered, they all called me Millie, only my parents called me Emilia. Millie, I’m scared she said. I’m scared of the storm that seems to be coming our way she said. I listened quietly and sure enough there was a flash of lightning followed about a minute later by a distant rumble. There was no sound of rain yet.
It can’t hurt you, I told her, in fact I find it lovely. I was hoping it would get nearer and louder, but I didn’t tell her that.
My words didn’t help and she looked like she was going to cry again.
She whimpered, can I get into bed with you Millie. We weren’t really supposed to do that, and the beds were really small, but she looked so distressed I lifted up the quilt and shuffled over beckoning her to climb in.
It was indeed a tight fit and it was a bit disconcerting to have someone pressed up against my body in bed.
Thanks Millie she said and squeezed my arm. It’s ok I replied, let’s get some sleep.
I woke up some time later. It was still dark. I was on my back, my night dress was up around my waist and Hannah was stroking me between my legs through my panties. It felt quite nice, actually it felt really nice, so I didn’t let on I was awake and lay back wondering what would happen next.
I could feel myself getting wet down there and my panties becoming quite damp. Hannah pushed her hand down inside my panties and touched my vagina. It felt amazing. I managed to suppress a moan, but only just. Her fingers exploring between my labia and rubbing little circles on my clitoris was heaven.
I couldn’t help moving my hips against Hannah’s fingers alerting her that I was awake.
Does that feel good, she asked.
Oh yes, I replied, it feels unbelievable. I had never had such intense pleasure in my life.
Hanna took my hand and guided it down the front of her panties. Her vagina was smooth and hairless. I could feel the bumps of her outer labia and the wetness of her slit. It was like touching warm silk and I heard her take a fast breath when my fingers closed around her clit.
She pulled up my night shirt up to my chin to access my breasts. They had grown quite a bit over the last 6 months, but were still small in comparison to some of the older girls in the school.
She kissed me on one of my nipples and licked circles around it. I felt a wave of pleasure wash through my body and my little kitty pulsed hard and fast. It had never done that before. Oh my god, what was this I wondered, it felt wonderful.
Hannah took control of my hand between her legs and moved it just how she wanted, applying pressure in places and varying the speed of rubbing.
My fingers were drenched, but I loved how she felt down there.
She went rigid and I could feel her kitty pulsing in the way mine had and I knew she must be feeling the same indescribable pleasure that I had experienced.
Hannah relaxed and let go of my hand. She turned to face me. “Thank you Millie, that was amazing” she whispered. I had the overwhelming desire to kiss her, which I had never felt before with anyone else, not it that way. She must have felt the same way because our lips met and locked together.
Without thinking I pushed my hand up her nightshirt seeking her budding breasts. My hand brushed over a hard nipple and explored it. My fingers found that Hannah didn’t have as much tit flesh as me, but beneath that nipple was a small firm cone that would eventually become breast. She seemed to like me playing with her chest, so I carried on playing under her night shirt whilst we kissed.
It was getting a bit uncomfortable with our nightwear bunched up, I removed mine and my wet panties, and helped Hannah off with hers. It felt even nicer and naughtier with our naked soft bodies pressed together. Hannah manoeuvred me on to my tummy and explored my smooth white bottom. She stoked my buttocks and the top of my legs whilst kissing my ear and neck, Her fingers pressed between my cheeks investigating my bottom crevice and entrance to my bottom. It felt strangely exciting.
Her fingers moved lower, touching the lips between my legs, until she found my clitoris and began softly stroking it. My body was on fire, reaching with pleasure to every touch and kiss. Hannah pressed closer, throwing a leg over me until I could feel the heat and wetness of her kitty pressing against my leg. She moved her hips against me in time with the stroking she was delivering to my pussy. I began to undulate my hips in counter rhythm causing my leg to rub Hannah’s sex and also amplify the pleasure being delivered by her fingers.
I hardly noticed the storm anymore, but it was now in full swing outside the dorm window.
Our own storm in my bed was reaching full force as I felt that same sensation rising in my belly and pleasure engulfed my body. My kitty contracted against Hannah’s fingers and I let out a cry of pleasure, I couldn’t help it. Seconds later Hannah pulsed against my leg , squeezed my buttock hard and let out her own involuntary cry.
Objecting voices came from some of the other beds. “Can you two keep it down”, “Ssh, I’m trying to sleep”, “For god’s sake it’s the middle of the night” and “can you two lezzers do it quietly”. That last comment came from one of the older girls, but I didn’t know what she meant by “lezzers”, I had not heard that word before. I assumed it would mean something derogatory.
I turned to face Hannah , who giggled quietly whispering “oops”. She looked so beautiful with her hair all damp and her face flushed. I kissed her and she kissed me back, our sweaty bodies pressed together. That’s how we fell asleep.
When I awakened it was just getting light and I could hear the gentle breathing from the other beds in the dorm telling my everyone was still sleeping. I shook Hanna awake and pressed my finger to my lips in a “keep quiet” gesture. I put my mouth to her ear and whispered that we better get dressed and she should go back to her own bed before everyone woke up.
She nodded and threw back the bed clothes. For the first time we each saw the other’s naked bodies, adding picture to what had so far only been touch. She looked fantastic. I let my eyes roam over her little nipples and kitty and I liked what I saw. She seemed to be doing the same to my body. My excitement rose, but it would have to wait.
Hannah climbed out of my bed grabbing her nightgown and her pretty blue panties. She faced away from me displaying beautiful round full buttocks. As she bent to put on her panties, her pussy peaked out from between her legs and I got a momentary sight of her little puckered arse hole before both were covered by the blue fabric of her panties. She put on her night dress, fishing out her long ginger hair from underneath before climbing into bed.
I got out of bed stark naked to get dressed. I wanted to give Hannah the same show she gave me. I searched for and found my green panties wedged at the bottom of the bed, giving Hannah a great view of my bare bottom and, I hoped, my pussy. I turned to face her as I put on my panties. Her eyes were wide and she smiled watching me dress. As my panties came up over my bottom, a voice behind me said “nice arse”. I spun around to see a number of girls propping themselves up in bed and staring excitedly at me.
I flushed with embarrassment and pulled on my night gown , climbed into bed and pulled the quilt over my head. What would the other girls think of me and what would they say. I would find out when we all got up in a couple of hours.
