Schoolgirl dreams

Life at an all-girls school breeds frustration. No boys to laugh with, touch, kiss in dark corners. Yet the lack turns into surplus need. Girls swell with heat they cannot release, so they find each other instead. Hidden hallways, deserted stairwells become private dens at midday. Cherie and Joanna are a quiet storm when lunchtime empties the corridors. Cherie pins Joanna to the cool wall, her lips traveling the soft slope of breast before teeth close around a nipple, biting just hard enough to make hips buck. Fingers dive beneath skirts, push panties aside, slip between slick lips to stroke the swollen bead that makes Joanna whimper and grab fistfuls of silk. Joanna answers with a thigh shoved up between Cherie’s legs, grinding silk-covered folds against firm muscle until damp cotton smears its dark mark. They trade wet kisses, tongues curling, breath broken. The bell will ring soon, yet hands move deeper, tongues follow, thighs tremble. They will arrive late, flushed and satiated, and neither will care.