Julie entered her room and found Lynn
sitting on her bed. “Hi,” she
said.
“Hi.
How did it go?”
“Dad and I had an interesting
discussion. Things are different
between us now. I told him about
us, by the way – I hope you don’t mind.”
“Um, no.
How did he take it?”
“I’ve no idea. It doesn’t matter. He’s
not in a position to object anyway. So
you and I can sleep together, if you like.”
“I’d love to,” said Lynn with a
smile. “But are you okay? You look a little shaken.”
“It’s just adrenaline, from the
confrontation. I was on a roll.
I’m afraid I don’t really have the energy to break any more
boundaries tonight, though. I just
want to go to bed.”
“Sure, sweetheart,” said Lynn.
“Sweetheart?” This surprised Julie. “Hmm,
I like that.” She kissed Lynn on
the lips. “I could very easily
fall in love with you, you know.”
“I hope so,” said Lynn, snuggling up
to her. “I’m already in love
with you.”
“Really?
Wow, Lynn, this is very sudden.”
“Well I’ve always admired you and
liked you. You’ve always been
confident and self-assured, and it’s been great being your friend. But I never really thought about you in a sexual way until
the day before yesterday, when you wore that wonderful skirt.
I don’t know – I guess when you combine friendship and lust, love is
an inevitable result.”
“That’s an interesting equation,”
remarked Julie. “You think that
friendship plus lust equals love?”
“I wouldn’t put it quite that
way,” said Lynn. “I think
it’s more complicated than that. But
it’s not far off, I think.”
“Well,” said Julie.
“You’re my best friend, and I must admit I do lust after you.
But love … well, that will come, I think.”
Lynn kissed her. “Let’s make love,” she whispered.
The next morning both girls trooped down
to breakfast dressed in t-shirts and panties.
Julie’s father looked up as they approached, then stared into his
cereal.
“Don’t look so worried, Dad,” said
Julie. “We won’t bite.”
After breakfast the girls changed into
their uniforms. Lynn was trembling
as she put her skirt on. “This is
the scariest thing I’ve ever done,” she confessed to Julie.
“But I’m kind of looking forward to it, even so.”
“Hey, would you like to ride to
school?” asked Julie. “There’s
a spare bicycle in the garage that used to belong to my mum.
You can call your dad up and tell him not to bother picking you up.”
Lynn’s breath was quite taken away by
this suggestion. “Okay,” she
said. “I’ll cycle to school if
you will.”
“Oh I will, don’t worry about
that,” said Julie. She grinned.
“This is going to be such fun!”
“Are we going to take anything to play
with in the toilets?” asked Lynn. “Like
bananas or baked beans or something?”
“Crumbs, I hadn’t thought of that.
There should be two more cans of beans in the cupboard – I opened a
four-pack on Tuesday. We’ll take along a can opener as well, and I’ll see if
there are any more suitable foodstuffs around.”
In the kitchen, Julie picked out the
remaining two cans of beans, but could not find anything else that would suit
their needs. She fetched the can
opener and put it with the cans in her backpack.
As she left the kitchen and came to the foot of the stairs, Lynn was just
coming down.
“My goodness, Lynn, I have a wonderful
view of your panties from here,” said Julie.
“Come on, let’s go.”
“Okay.
Goodbye Mr Ward! Thank you
for the lovely meal last night, and for these sandwiches.”
“Don’t mention it,” said Julie’s
father, coming out of the living room. “You
two girls have a good day now, and … be careful.”
“Thanks Dad,” said Julie, and she
kissed him on the cheek. It was an
old habit and she saw no reason to break it.
They left the house, fetched their
bikes, and began to cycle to school. Julie
elected to ride behind Lynn, because she wanted to see what it looked like to be
behind an exhibitionistic schoolgirl cyclist.
It was wonderful. Julie had instructed Lynn to stand up on the pedals, and Lynn
was doing just that. Her panties
were in full view, even when her skirt was hanging down, and when the wind blew
even slightly, practically all of her bottom was revealed. Julie increased her speed and drew alongside her friend.
“You look fantastic!” she said.
“Your panties are showing one hundred percent of the time – it’s
incredible!”
Lynn blushed. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said.
“May I ride behind you for a while?”
“Sure,” said Julie, and she pushed
ahead. By this time they had come
to the main road, and she lapped up the horn-honking and the wolf-whistling.
The wind was hardly blowing at all, but with her skirt the length it was,
it mattered little. Her panties were almost as much on full display as Lynn’s.
When they reached the school, the crowd
of boys that had gathered to watch them ride in cheered. They parked their bikes, then walked out into the yard to lap
up the attention. Lynn was
especially popular, and she had to fend off a few groping hands.
The hard part was walking past a group
of girls, who hissed and jeered at them, calling them sluts, whores and worse
names. This troubled Lynn more than
Julie, and she walked past the girls as fast as she could.
Inside, she turned to Julie.
“I wish they wouldn’t be so mean,”
she said. “I’m beginning to
regret this – I don’t want to earn the enmity of the girls here.”
“Do you want to swap skirts?” asked
Julie, concerned. “I don’t want
you to be upset. Here, let’s go
to the toilets and change.”
“No, it’s okay,” said Lynn.
“You made this skirt for me, not for yourself.
I’ll stick it out until the end of the day.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.
What’s our first class? English?”
“Yes.
Oh crumbs! Miss Weaver!”
“Oh…
She’s not going to like this, is she?” surmised Lynn.
“Too right she’s not.
We’d better get in there and take our places before she comes into her
room. With any luck she’ll not
notice what we’re wearing.”
The two girls entered the classroom.
Miss Weaver was fortunately not there.
Julie and Lynn took their seats at a double desk at the back of the room,
and waited for nine o’clock. Julie
looked down at her friend’s skirt. Now
that Lynn was sitting down, her skirt was actually covering her panties.
“That will never do,” said Julie,
taking the hem of her friend’s skirt and folding it over so that her panties
were revealed. “I didn’t make
your skirt this short so that you could hide your panties. There, that’s better.”
“Thank you, sweetheart,” said Lynn.
“I know you’ll keep me on the straight and narrow.”
Other pupils now began to enter the
classroom, so the girls kept quiet for a time.
Naturally the boys were fascinated by the girls’ skirts, and clustered
around their desk, staring in awe at Lynn’s panties, since Julie would not let
her friend cover up. Some of the
boys began to grope both Julie and Lynn, putting their hands not only on the
girls’ pussies but also on their breasts.
Julie fended them off for a while, then finally snapped.
“Look,” she hissed.
“Any minute now, Miss Weaver’s going to come in here.
If she sees a sexual assault in progress, she’ll probably have all of
us expelled. At the very least, you’ll draw her attention to the fact
that we’re wearing indecently short skirts, and we’ll never get away with
wearing them again. So if you want
us to carry on flashing our panties for you, then for God’s sake let us do it
on our own terms. That means no
touching unless we invite you. Which
we might, from time to time. But
any boy who touches me without permission will never, I repeat never,
be invited to touch me again. The
same goes for Lynn. Is that
understood?”
The boys fell back, nodding their heads.
“That seems very fair,” said Mark,
who was one of those standing near. “I
for one think it’s a smashing thing you’re doing, and I don’t want to risk
losing the opportunity to see a lot of you both in the future. Come on chaps, let’s give these girls a break, eh?”
There was a general murmur of assent.
“Thank you,” said Julie.
“If you’re all very good, one of these days we’ll come to school
wearing short skirts and no panties.
How would you like that?”
A cheer went up.
“You’re both fucking sluts!” said
Sophie Richmond, who was one of the girls in the same class. She was looking over the shoulder of one of the boys and she
was disgusted to see what Julie and Lynn were wearing. “Look at you! You
should be standing on a street corner in Soho, dressed like that.
People like you set feminism back fifty years!”
“You stand up for feminism,” said
Julie, “and I’ll stand up for freedom of expression.
Between us we’ll put the world to rights.”
“Don’t make me laugh.
Why the hell are you doing this? It
isn’t even as if you have a particularly nice body.”
This stung, but Julie was not about to
let it show. “Maybe not,” she
said, “but don’t you think my panties are pretty?”
She lifted her skirt to show her panties off. They were white cotton briefs with little pink hearts.
“Good grief,” said Sophie.
“They’re the sort of thing a little girl would wear.”
“I like them,” ventured David.
“Me too,” said Chris.
“Why don’t you just leave these two alone and stop being such a
bitch.”
“Nobody will respect you,” Sophie
went on, “if you carry on like this. People
will just see you as a sex object and not as a person.”
“Hear hear,” said a couple of the
other girls, who had gathered around to see what was going on.
“Anyone who knows me,” said Julie,
“thinks of me as a person. Anyone
who doesn’t can think what they like.”
“Miss Weaver’s coming!” warned one
of the boys.
“Back to your seats, everyone,” said
Mark. “And Sophie, please, as a
favour to me, don’t say anything to Miss Weaver.
A tell-tale is far more likely to lose the respect of her classmates than
an exhibitionist.”
“I’m not a tell-tale,” said
Sophie. “It wasn’t me who
ratted on Lynn.”
“Yeah I know, it was Susie.
Fortunately she isn’t in this class.
But please, everyone, try to respect other people’s right to choose
their own lifestyle. Okay, enough
said.”
Miss Weaver now entered the classroom.
“What was that about choosing your own lifestyle?” she inquired,
walking over to her desk and placing her books upon it.
“I said everyone has the right to
choose their own lifestyle,” said Mark.
Miss Weaver nodded.
“Quite right, so long as it conforms to the conventions of the society
you happen to be in. And in this school, you have very little choice in your
lifestyle. While you are under this
roof and in the school grounds you conform to the school rules.
Now, please open your textbooks and turn to page 178.”
While Miss Weaver taught, Lynn’s hand
crept up Julie’s skirt and her fingers wormed their way into Julie’s
panties. Pretending not to notice,
Julie took notes on Miss Weaver’s ramblings as she parted her legs to allow
Lynn to slip a finger or two inside her cunt.
At the end of the lesson, Julie and Lynn
hung back while the other pupils left. To
their dismay, Miss Weaver appeared to have no intention of leaving the room.
When the next class began to file in, Julie grabbed Lynn’s hand and
together they made for the door, hiding behind the newcomers.
Gasps of astonishment erupted as the incoming pupils noticed the girls’
skirts but, by the time Miss Weaver looked up to see what the fuss was about,
Julie and Lynn had left the room.
In their next lesson, however, they were
not so lucky. Mr Edmonds, the
Chemistry teacher, took a dim view of their apparel, and sent them to the
headmaster. Two minutes later they
were pressing the buzzer on the door of Mr Dean’s office, hearts pounding with
trepidation.
“What do you think he’ll do to
us?” asked Lynn.
“I have no idea,” said Julie.
“Maybe he’ll spank us.”
Lynn giggled. “Shall we invite him to?”
“Hmm, I don’t know.
It could get us into even more trouble than we’re already in.”
“You think so? I’ve always considered Mr Dean a nice, good-humoured
chap.”
“Yes, but he can be ferocious when
angry. Let’s just be contrite and
accommodating. If it looks like
he’s enjoying looking at us, then perhaps we can flirt a little.
But let’s not get ourselves expelled – I’m heading for some good
exam results and I don’t want to jeopardise my chances.”
“I don’t either,” agreed Lynn.
“Come!” called Mr Dean from inside.
Julie opened the door and stepped
inside, closely followed by Lynn. “Good
morning, sir,” said Julie. “We’re
very sorry to trouble you, but we’ve been sent to you by Mr Edmonds.”
“I can see why,” said Mr Dean,
putting his glasses on. “Naturally
you have a very good explanation for this.”
“No sir, not a very good one, I’m
afraid,” said Julie. “We were
taking in the hems of our skirts last night, to fix some frayed edges, and we
got a little carried away.”
“Masterful use of litotes,” observed
Mr Dean, sitting back in his chair. “You
know what that means?”
“Yes sir,” said Julie.
“Understatement for effect.”
“Very good. ‘A little carried away,’ you say. Have you two seen yourselves in a mirror?”
“Yes sir,” said Julie.
“And do you think that you convey the
right image for our school?”
“Um, perhaps not, sir.”
“Lynn, I know your father well.
Does he know you are here dressed like that?”
“No sir,” said Lynn, staring at the
floor.
“I didn’t think so.
Whatever possessed you to come to my school wearing such an outfit?”
“Um, well, I promised Julie I
would.”
“Ah, so Julie is the brains behind
this little operation is she?”
“Well, no…”
“Yes I am sir,” said Julie.
“I dared Lynn to wear her skirt, though she did not really want to.”
“Do you know about the rule governing
skirt lengths?”
“Yes I do, sir. Three inches above the knee.”
“Correct.
So you knew you were breaking the school rules?”
“Yes sir.”
“So you do not believe that you need
to adhere to the school rules?”
“Oh no sir – I normally abide by the
rules, pretty much.
“Julie, this puts me in a very
difficult position. As you may
know, we introduced the three-inch rule a few years ago because residents of
this neighbourhood were complaining about the shortness of the skirts worn here.
Immediately after the rule was put in place, I cracked down on short
skirts with a will, and for a long while now our girls have been dressed very
decently. Yet you stand here today,
both dressed in skirts shorter than any I have ever seen here.
Shorter, in fact, than any I have ever seen anywhere.
What do you suggest that I do with you?”
“I don’t know, sir.
I know that whatever you do, it will be fair.”
“Don’t crawl, Julie.
Now, I obviously cannot let you stay here today looking like that.
If word got out, there’d be hell to pay.
I am going to have to send you both home.
I shall call your parents and ask them to pick you up.
Until they arrive, you will remain here in this office.
I’ll not have people seeing you around the school until you are led out
in disgrace. Tomorrow, and every
morning for the rest of term, you will both report to me at a quarter to nine,
wearing skirts that conform to the three-inch rule.
Is that clear?”
“Sir, may I make a suggestion?”
asked Julie.
“You may.”
“Sir, if I can have access to a sewing
kit, I can make both our skirts a little more decent. It will not take me long – an hour maybe.
If I do that, could we please both stay for the rest of the day?
I don’t want to miss any lessons – exams are coming up as you know
– and we would both very much like to avoid the disgrace of having our fathers
pick us up in the middle of the day.”
“Don’t you think you deserve it?”
asked Mr Dean.
“Yes sir, possibly, but please sir, I
beg you to be lenient.”
Mr Dean sighed. “Oh very well. But
if I am not satisfied with the results, then home you will go.
Ring the doorbell at the end of the corridor and ask my wife to let you
use her sewing kit. Tell her I have
sent you. I will see you both back
here at eleven o’clock sharp.”
“Thank you very much sir,” said
Julie, and she and Lynn left the room.
“Whew!” said Lynn. “That
was awful!”
“It could have been a lot worse.
So much for the spanking idea.”
A leftover from the days when the school
had taken boarders, the headmaster’s house adjoined the school.
Julie and Lynn rang the doorbell and waited.
A moment later, the door was opened by Mrs Dean, a small, middle-aged
woman with blonde hair and a cheerful personality.
“Hello girls,” she said.
“My word, what are you wearing?”
“That’s what we’ve come about, Mrs
Dean,” said Lynn. “Could we
please use your sewing kit? We need
to lengthen these skirts.”
“I should say so. Did my husband send you?”
“Yes he did,” said Julie.
“Either we lengthen them or we get sent home in disgrace.”
“I’m not surprised.
Good heavens Lynn, I can see your knickers!
Come in, come in, before anyone else sees them.”
She ushered them into her living room, then went to fetch her sewing kit.
“She’s nice, isn’t she?”
commented Lynn.
Julie nodded.
“Here we are,” said Mrs Dean, coming
back into the room. “Can either
of you sew?”
“I can sew,” said Julie.
“Thank you very much.” She
took off her skirt and began to get to work.
“Oh, don’t mention it.
So what’s the story behind these extraordinary creations?”
“I’ve developed a taste for showing
off,” confessed Julie. Lynn
stared at her in surprise.
Mrs Dean laughed. “Well, that’s the honest answer, anyway!” she said.
“I must say I admire your bravery, but you must realise that the school
cannot be seen to tolerate such exhibitionism.”
“I do realise that,” said Julie.
“We were just hoping we wouldn’t get caught.”
“Ah, but if you take that chance, you
must be prepared to face the consequences of getting caught.”
“I agree,” said Julie, nodding.
“And we are facing them now.”
“Here,” said Mrs Dean.
“Lynn, give me your skirt, and I’ll get unpicking.
Many hands make light work.”
“Thanks a lot,” said Julie
gratefully. “I was a bit worried
about finishing in time. We have to
report back to Mr Dean at eleven.”
“Crumbs, that’s not much time.
We’d better work quickly.”
Julie had actually anticipated the night
before that some lengthening might be required for both skirts, and although she
had trimmed the skirts with scissors, she had left a few inches of material
folded over in case she had to undo her work.
The result, an hour later, was that
though the skirts were still very much breaking the three-inch rule, they were
at least a lot more decent than they had been.
“Well,” said Julie.
“It was fun while it lasted.”
“You may still get sent home, you
know,” warned Mrs Dean. “Those
skirts are still awfully short. But
good luck.”
“Thanks Mrs Dean, for everything,”
said Julie.
“My pleasure,” said Mrs Dean.
“Cheerio, and take care.”
Back in the headmaster’s office, Mr
Dean looked over the two of them thoughtfully.
“Better,” he said, “though not as long as I had hoped.”
“We just couldn’t get them any
longer,” said Julie. “There was
no more material to work with.”
“Very well. I suppose they’ll do, for the rest of today.
Now get back to your classes, both of you, and I’ll see you tomorrow
morning at 8:45 sharp.”
“Yes sir,” said the girls, and Julie
turned to leave.
Lynn, however, stayed where she was.
“May I ask a personal question, Mr Dean?” she inquired.
Mr Dean raised an eyebrow.
“That depends on the question,” he said, then added, “Go on, go
on.”
“As our headmaster I know you
disapprove of the length of our skirts,”
said Lynn, “and I can appreciate why.
But speaking as a man, what do you think of them?”
“Lynn, you know very well that I
can’t possibly answer that question. As
your headmaster I cannot speak to you as a man.
I’m surprised you ask.”
“I understand, sir.
I’m sorry.”
“Very well. Now get back to your class.”
The two girls left, closing the door
behind them. “What was all that
about?” asked Julie.
“I was just sowing the seeds,” said
Lynn. “Don’t forget, we have to
see him every morning for the rest of term.
Maybe we can win him around in that time.”
“A dangerous game,” said Julie.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.
What lesson do we have now?”
“Double Maths. You’ve got Mr Jedburgh and I’ve got Mrs Thewes.
“I’ll see you for fifth lesson, okay?”
They parted company and Julie went to Mr
Jedburgh’s classroom. The lesson
was halfway through, and when she entered, Mr Jedburgh demanded to know where
she had been. Julie had never liked
him.
“I had to see Mr Dean, sir,” she
explained.
Mr Jedburgh frowned.
“Oh? Why was that?
Please explain to the class.”
If he was hoping to humiliate her, the
plan rather backfired on him. Julie
had no objection to explaining herself. “Well,”
she said, “I got sent out of Chemistry because my skirt was far too short.
It only just covered my crotch. Every
time I moved, and especially when I bent over, everyone could see my panties.
So Mr Dean told me I had to use his wife’s sewing kit to make the skirt
longer, which I have been doing for the last hour.”
Mr Jedburgh looked most embarrassed.
“I see,” he said. “Well, sit down please.”
Julie smiled sweetly at him and took her
seat at the back of the class.
It was a long, boring lesson.
Julie worked hard for the most part, but took a five-minute break to
masturbate while fantasising about making love to Lynn.
She was determined to thoroughly enjoy today’s Lunch Break.
In the fifth lesson of the day, Julie
and Lynn sat next to each other, and they caressed each other’s thighs and
pussies for most of the lesson. When
the lunch bell rang, they headed straight for the toilets and stripped each
other’s clothes off. They kissed,
licked and fondled each other to orgasm, then collapsed on to the toilet seat
lid, snuggling.
“How are you feeling, my love?”
asked Lynn.
“Still horny,” said Julie.
“How about you?”
“Still horny,” replied Lynn with a
smile.
“Right then,” said Julie in
business-like tones. “Let’s
break open these cans of beans.”
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