Chapter 6
Donna didn't like the idea of a residential school where the discipline would be strict and the company strictly female, but she sensed that there was no alternative just then. She had become an embarrassment to her parents and they had to get her off the scene.
How long she would remain at the school was not clear in her mind as her father drove her to the town where it was located, a drive of a little more than eighty miles. She had made up her mind to give the place a fair trial before taking any drastic action. Under the law of the state, she was free to leave home or school at sixteen, a fact of which she was very much aware.
During the drive, Donna recalled how her body had upset her father the day he tried to give her a strapping and the thought provided her with exciting thoughts to enliven the quiet drive.
She became restless as she enjoyed fantasies in which she seduced her father and as she moved on the seat, the hem of her dress kept hiking up until bare thighs showed above expanded nylon tops. When Donna observed that the man couldn't keep from glancing at her thighs, her fantasies became more explicit, much more erotic.
By the time they reached the school, Donna had the distinct impression that the man had become a nervous wreck and was more than relieved that the drive was finished and that she would soon be out of his sight.
Her father stayed with her while they went through the clerical process of registering her as a student, then she was admitted to the office of a school official, a stern-looking woman whose age Donna guessed to be about fifty or so.
The woman gave her a rundown of school rules. Throughout the piece, the emphasis was on strict obedience backed by strict discipline. But Donna had difficulty absorbing it all since she was not able to turn off the sexual fantasies involving her father.
"I said," the woman repeated in a stern tone, "you may pull your dress hem down. I have seen many thighs in my day and they do not impress me. Unless you learn a proper degree of decorum, you will learn that life in this school can be difficult," she went on, her stern expression underlining her warning.
Blushing, Donna pulled the hem of her dress down and tried to concentrate on what the woman was saying. It turned out to be. a carefully worded warning to her that girls caught in any compromising situation would be expelled from the school instantly.
As she listened, Donna told herself that her stay at the school would probably be brief. She wouldn't go out of her way to get expelled, but she knew that she wasn't going to be able to get along without sex and reasoned that sooner or later she would be caught at it and kicked out.
During her first few days at the school, the other girls seemed to test her, then generally accepted her as one of them. She had a bright personality and a good, irreverent sense of humor and they decided she could be trusted.
Donna had a small room to herself, but that did not offer the privacy she would have liked since the school rules permitted visits among the girls, but with the stipulation that during such visits doors must be left open.
There were big, general bath and shower rooms and Donna showered often, enjoying displaying her naked body and seeing others. With warm glances and subtle hints, she tried to make known that she was all for fun and games.
She had been at the school for a little more than a week when an older girl took her aside one afternoon after school classes and warned her that her attitude was going to get her into trouble.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean if you want to play lick the pussy, you'd better be more discreet about it."
Excited, Donna engaged the girl in conversation and before long, they were walking toward her room. In defiance of the rules, they closed the door and moved into an erotic embrace.
"You really are hot," her visitor commented as they paused for breath.
"You better believe it," Donna told her. "It's been two weeks since I've done anything except with my finger and it's damn near worn out."
They sat on the edge of her bed then and began kissing and fondling, each obviously delighted with the other. Gradually, their clothes fell away, the intensity of their kisses grew, then they were bare except for panties and nylons as they fondled and sucked breasts, passion consuming the two of them.
Wild with desire, Donna tore her panties off and begged the girl to go down on her, telling of her desperate need. Her actions more controlled, the other girl stepped out of her panties gracefully, then stood, a hand rubbing in her crotch, her bright eyes shining with lust.
"That makes two of us, dear," the girl told her. "Isn't it nice that we each have a hot cunt and a mouth and tongue. I'll suck yours while you suck mine. I don't go for any one-way deals."
Seconds later, they were moving into the end to end embrace that had been born so long ago on the Isle of Lesbos. Both were skilled lovers and their mouths and tongues became busy while their hands strayed over silken skin as desire built strongly toward gratification.
Their shared orgasms could have been noisy, but each muffled her cries in the crotch of the other so that the noise level was kept down. When they had rested, Donna lay on her back and invited her partner to kneel astride her with her crotch on her face. The girl hadn't experienced that variation before and found it delightful, so much so that after she climaxed, they changed positions and Donna rode her face through a strong orgasm.
Donna and her friend were walking in town one afternoon when the girl stopped her and pointed to a dress shop diagonally across the street.
"Have you heard about Beth Carson?" she asked.
"No, who is she?" Donna asked.
"Well for one thing, she owns that store. If what I hear about her is true, she also likes teenaged girls, nice, smooth, firm, pretty ones."
"Sounds interesting," Donna commented, "I like girls too, but I also like mature women and it's been quite a while."
"There's more,” her friend went on. "The story is that if a girl gets fed up with the school and wants to make a break, away from school and parents and all that, she can help."
"Tell me more."
"Well, rumor has it that if a girl has a nice figure and is prepared to use it to make a living, Beth Carson knows where to send her."
"You mean a whorehouse?" Donna asked, excited suddenly.
"That sort of thing. I'm not sure, mind you, but that's the way the story goes."
At Donna's suggestion, they crossed the street and approached the store. Pretending to look at the dresses on display, Donna looked instead at the woman her friend identified as Beth Carson.
She appeared to be a very well preserved matron in her early forties. Her figure showed a promise of lush curves and firm, warm flesh. Donna felt a surge of desire build in her crotch and fan out through her whole body.
"Come on, hot pants," her friend said, nudging her elbow, "we'd better get away from here before you start fingering yourself right here on the street."
"Oh, shit, does it show that much?" Donna asked.
"It's written all over you and I can feel the waves of heat from your crotch."
Donna took a final look at the woman and felt a fresh surge of arousal as she saw the warm smile on the mature, attractive face. She allowed her friend to lead her away, but desire churned strongly in her and she knew she would come back to the store, alone.
When they returned to the school, they found the usual Friday afternoon state of desertion. Most of the students and many of the teachers had gone for the weekend.
They went to Donna's room and hurriedly stripped then came together on her bed. During their first passionate kiss, Donna felt a hand move between her thighs. The kiss was a long one and it ended with Donna climaxing, her cry of ecstasy muffled in the mouth of her partner.
That orgasm served to polish the rough edges of Donna's lust, but it didn't slake it and the two hot-blooded girls writhed naked on Donna's bed for a long time before fatigue forced them to stop. As usual, they dressed at once so that if they were caught in the room with the door closed, they would be guilty of a lesser infraction in that they would be dressed rather than naked.
During a lull in their conversation, Donna took time to consider her situation and as she took inventory, she saw that there were too many factors on the minus side of the ledger.
For one thing she was restricted strictly to lesbian sex with no opportunity for male partners. But even there, her freedom was hampered since she had to slip into her friend's room silently or her friend came to her the same way; then, as soon as they finished their lovemaking, they had to dress rather than enjoy the shared warmth of nudity.
In the world outside, she told herself, there was more freedom to be had.
Her mind turned to wondering what it would be like to be a whore, not a shabby looking old tramp who haunted the cheap bars to get picked up by old, dirty, smelly drunks who would paw her with dirty hands, have sweaty sex with her for a few dollars then leave her to pick up another drunken bum for the few dollars he could pay.
Rather, she tried to imagine the life of one of the more high class prostitutes, a call girl, one who went to hotels or apartments with wealthy men, who enjoyed a social life which included sex, but always on a higher level and who charged high prices for the use of her body.
The more she thought of it, the more she was sure that her life would turn in that direction.
"Are you still thinking of Beth Carson?" her friend asked.
"That's only part of it. Yes, I'm thinking of Beth and how I'd like to jump in bed with her, but I'm thinking beyond that, to what it would be like to be a high class whore."
"Lots of luck, kid, but it isn't for me. The thought of all those men sticking dirty cocks into me makes me sick."
"Do you intend to be with girls only for the rest of your life?" Donna asked.
"I may change, but as of now, that's the way it is. Men revolt me."
"The only thing about them that revolts me, is the fact that it's been so long since I've had a big cock up my slit or in my mouth."
"Donna," her friend scolded, "you're hopeless."
"Far from it, dear," Donna told her with a grin. "As a matter of fact, right at this moment, I'm full of hope."
Having renewed desire, Donna took her friend's panties off and lapped her until she climaxed again.