School Girls' Stories - Year 1

Chapter 20 – And Life gets Better?


Kaori and Danko may have forgotten the absolute travesty of the night before, only remembering the complete hangover that had overtaken their heads, but the younger girls had not been as snookered and all remembered the evening quite clearly.

Shai was feeling the worst. She kept mumbling to herself behind Yuki and Fuji. When the girls turned to look at her, Shai would just shake her head and smile softly. They knew what the matter was, and yet they also knew not to pry. It was hard, and they most definitely did not want to root for her while with a teacher, though he was a particularly good looking teacher, but this was Shai. She had never done a spontaneous thing in her life..

On their way to school Yuki nearly tripped on herself, waking up her two friends as they looked to her to see what tiny pebble had stumbled her. Seeing her eyes not on the ground, but straight ahead, the girls looked up. Kago stood on the sidewalk, patiently waiting as his usual spot. The girls all blinked, and Yuki was the most excited. She ran up to him, waving wildly.

“Kago!” she called. “You’ve been avoiding us lately.”

Fuji smiled over at Shai. “It doesn’t take much to put her back in the mood of optimism.”

Shai nodded, but her smile was forced and did not reach her kind eyes. Fuji sighed, not knowing what else to do for the girl. She would know the truth soon enough, though throughout the rest of the day Shai was going to be squirming with a need to get to tennis practice.

“I have not been avoiding you,” Kago said, poking Yuki’s nose. This rapidly gathered Shai’s attention. Both Fuji and Shai thought the same thing: Was he flirting with her? Oh God, please let him be hitting on her, finally, Fuji prayed.

Don’t let him hurt her, were Shai’s simple thoughts.

“I just needed time to sort things out,” Kago explained to Yuki. “And I think I have finally decided on something.”

“What is that?” she asked, her heart already beating a mile a minute in her chest. She physically could see her blouse vibrating with the beat.

“I’ve decided that it’s you,” he said smoothly, leaning down and placing his lips on Yuki’s. Yuki was unsure how to react. She decided on kissing him back, though the both were flustered by being watched by Fuji and Shai.

Fuji waved her hands in front of her and smiled. “Don’t let us stop you,” she said, and grabbed Shai’s hand. “Come on Shai, let’s go to school ahead of them.”

Shai nodded and the two girls began to trot away, much to Yuki’s chagrin. Okay, now she had Kago, what did she do with him?

“So…” she trailed off, not knowing where to lead the conversation to.

Kago let out a gruff laugh and reached out to take her hand in his. He tugged Yuki gently along beside him. “Come on,” he said sweetly. “Let’s just walk together. We can learn together.”

Yuki nodded, and quickly caught up to walk in unison beside him, holding his hand the whole way to school. She kept glancing down at their joined hands, smiling to herself with wonder. She loved the feel of his large hands covering hers protectively, and did he do it on purpose? Walking on the outside closer to the street? That was supposed to be something guys did to protect their women, was he doing this on purpose? She was reading too much in to his every move, but her heart was soaring. He was enjoying being with her. He just wanted her.

“Thank you,” she said as he walked her to her classroom and they stopped outside of the door.

“For walking you?” he asked, looking to her like it was the simplest decision he had ever made.

Yuki shook her head, giving him a large smile. “No,” she said. “For choosing me.”

“I think it was you all along.” Would she see his lie? “Fuji was never right for me, but she was safe because I knew she would never have interest. But now… now I’m ready for a relationship, and you are the one made for a relationship.”

Yuki flushed deeply and looked at the tile beneath her shoes. She pretended it was terribly fascinating for a moment, until she felt Kago’s lips on her cheek. “I will see you after school,” he told her, and he began to walk away.

Yuki rushed into the classroom, Fuji and Shai sitting around Fuji’s desk, flipping through a magazine. “You know, Fuji, you are going to have to go home sometime,” Yuki said, pulling a chair up to the desk. “Kaori’s skirt is ready to fall off of you.”

Fuji shrugged, trying to find a certain article. “I didn’t mean to stay away so long,” she said. “I think I am going to go straight home after school and try to sort things out a bit. It won’t work, but it’ll be good, you know?

“And don’t try to change the subject, I know how happy you are,” she laughed.

Yuki nodded vigorously and stared at Fuji’s crinkled eyebrows. “What are you trying to find in there that is so important?”

“This!” Fuji said excitedly, finding the article. She brought it up and shoved it nearly in Yuki’s face. Right there was a large picture of Amatsu, looking particularly delicious in a midnight blue shirt that was unbuttoned to show the black cross he always wore around his neck. His hair was falling in front of his eyes, but glowing bits of aquamarine showed through the hair. He was spinning while he held a headset to his ears, listening to his work. The article was on a giant clubbing scene that was going on locally that he would be deejaying at.

“That would be so fun,” Shai said, trying her best to join in the conversation. “Too bad we aren’t old enough to go.”

“Yes, and that’s a problem for me,” Fuji admitted, “because if I’m eighteen, I should be old enough to go.”

“Go with Kaori,” Yuki suggested. “If she doesn’t kill herself drinking to death, she might go, she loves clubbing, and they never ever ever check her ID.”

Fuji wondered if she could stand a night with Kaori and her lapdog. Danko seemed to have serious issues with the world the other night, and she wondered if that would still be carrying over. Fuji shuddered to think it, but it was almost a real fear. Danko was dangerous in so many ways, and she was tough. She could not imagine having that girl’s wrath or anger turned against her.

“You know, I think I might ask…” Fuji trailed off, watching her magazine disappear into Yuki’s hands.

“Wow!” she cried happily, pointing at a picture in the article. “Velvet Wrappings is going to be there, too. They are the greatest band ever, I mean, ever! Their music is so dark, and yet so… sensual.”

“I’m glad you think so, Yuki.” Yuki froze while Fuji tried to take back the magazine. It was too late. Mr. Shounen was pulling it from Yuki’s hands and looking over the article. “Miss Oshidori, you use such large words in normal conversation, yet you could not define haggard for me the other day.”

Yuki shrugged, sitting in her desk. “That is because I had never seen haggard before, well, that was until-“

“Stop, Yuki!” both Fuji and Shai hissed at their best friend to keep her from saying something incriminating.

“- until I saw The Mummy,” Yuki finished. “Have you ever seen that movie? Brendan Fraser, so haggard, I mean, sooo yesterday, and not in good shape.”

Shai and Fuji sighed while Mr. Shounen tried not to throw the magazine at Yuki’s head. He handed it back to Fuji, though not without giving her his two cents as well. “Miss Chenbaro, I expect you will be paying more attention in class today instead of text messaging your dj boyfriend behind my back.”

Fuji tried to hide her grin, then remembered she had no phone any longer. “You can almost guarantee there will be no text messaging… that is unless I can borrow your phone?”

Mr. Shounen seemed to have taken enough abused from the girls that morning. “I can not believe you two,” he snapped at Yuki and Fuji. He glared at the two of them, a look that would have been intimidating on a man who did not look as jolly as Mr. Shounen, but he was angry, they could read it in his eyes. “I have never heard you two talk back so much? Is something wrong in your lives?”

“I believe it is what has gone right,” Shai said quietly, then her eyes widened in fear. She had never spoken out of turn in her life.

“And now you have corrupted Shai!” he screamed. “That does it!”

Ten minutes later, if someone had walked down the hallway in front of their classroom all morning, they would have seen three girls standing there. Two with signs that read: I do not know how to behave; and the last with a sign that read: I’m with them.

~*~


“Mr. Tennison!” she screamed it at the ceiling in such rhapsodic pleasure she could not contain herself. They were in his office, he was sitting at his chair at his desk, and she was straddled across him, facing him, her breasts wiggling right in front of his face. His cock was shoved deeply inside of her, and he was letting his defenseless little Shai do all of the work.

No, she had not asked him. The moment when she could had not come up. She had gone with him into his office, having every intention of asking him, and then he had pulled her onto his lap, shoved his cock inside of her, and started fucking her sensitively sweet pussy. How was she supposed to ask now? All she wanted was him pushing inside of her. She felt the whole of him like she had never before, and since they had only done it one other time that was possible.

He shoved up, in her, her walls gripping the cock and pulling the skin away from the head, then pushing it back up. Her movements were a perfect rhythm that no second-timer should have known, and they all knew it was just because she wanted it so badly. She wanted to cry it felt so good inside of her. He swelled and pushed into her. She only moved faster, enjoying him more and more, bouncing up and down. Her gripped the arms of the chair, refusing to touch her, making her do all of the work if she wanted it. And she did want it, she wanted more of it. She did not know how much deeper he could go, but she tried.

She fucked him like she would never fuck him again, pushing him deep and far into her, letting him feel her innocence being torn away with every stroke. Her right hand reached back, stroking his balls and pushing them to her small firm ass. He moaned at the feeling, finally reaching forward and grasping her hair with his hand, pulling her head back a bit. “Say my name again,” he told her, moving his own hips up as she went to move down. She cried out, obligingly, ad repeated “Mr. Tennison,” over and over, as if chanting to the sex gods that he was The Sex God. She moved on him, with him, and only tightened further, her grip on his balls soft and smooth, though her fingers were calloused from years of tennis. It still felt nice to have this perfectly feminine body on top of his, letting himself fuck her.

He began to cum, sooner than he had intended, but she was just making him feel too good. He came deep inside of her and still she moved on top of him, taking every drop and letting his limp dick just wiggle around in her swollen pussy. He began to get up, moving her bottom from his lap onto the edge of the desk. She was still hungry to be touched, and he was still hungry to strip away that innocence.

He leaned forward, grasping her bottom lip and nibbling, biting into it a bit. “Are you still ready?” he asked, licking her bottom of her lip.

She gave a small nod as her answer, unsure of what to say. “Then play with yourself,” he said to her. “I want you to cum, but I want you to make yourself cum.” He took her hand, even as she tried to jerk it away. He brought her fingers down to her clit and had the tips of those small fingers rub at it slowly. “Feel it,” he said, “explore it.” He moved her fingers over it at first, trailing them for her, pushing them a bit harder, both of them exploring what it was she liked. When he thought she had a pattern that was making her moan enough he began to pull away, to sit back in her chair. She pulled her hand away to stop and he shook his head. “No,” he told her. “I want you play with it, I want you to cum.”

Shai had little choice, really. She was swollen and wet, and she wanted to feel the hot orgasm racing through her. She reached her finger to the clit, sliding it back and forth at first, then deciding on something better. She flicked it back and forth, then in circles, moving hard and fast over it, bringing her own moans to her mouth. Mr. Tennison watched with a wide smile, enjoying the view of the innocent. She moaned and leaned back across his deck, her pussy glistening hotly with wet cum, and the more she played, the wetter she became. He could see her legs trying to tighten, see her fighting to keep it at bay, for just a bit longer, but she was hitting the right spots, her finger tickling something she had not even known existed.

Her orgasm rushed up on her, nearly shocking her, and she had to close her legs, to tighten her pelvis as it flooded her, causing her to drip a bit more while she yelled out in the heat of her own passion. She tightened her knees, blocking his view, but it was enough. It was enough to just hear her screaming like that in pleasure.

He reached up and helped clean her up, loving the softness of her skin. He kissed her good-bye for the night, and told her of things he would like to do to her to come. She had forgotten her question by the end of the evening with him, and did not think of it again until she was halfway home. Suddenly she felt used again, but she shook her head. No, he couldn’t have a fiancée. If he did he wouldn’t have time to be with her every night, and he wouldn’t go home smelling of her sex. He surely was not taking showers there every night. She would not think about it further. Her was interested in her, and when the sexual stage was over… he would like her. He would.

Shai sighed. “Don’t ruin this for yourself,” she muttered to herself. “Think like Yuki, and everything will work out well.”