School Girls' Stories

Chapter 1 – Oshidori Yuki

Glass shattered above the girls’ heads and they looked up to their best friend’s bedroom window. A small black object was sailing through the air to land in the bushes below her window. Obscenities could be heard from the foul mouth of the young tom-boy, and Shai and Fuji exchanged a look. The two girls’ laughter peeled out and they finished their walk to the front door of the Oshidori house. Fuji knocked on the door then entered without waiting for one of the members of the family to let her in.

“Mrs. Oshidori,” she called into the living room. “We are here to walk Yuki to school!”

Mrs. Oshidori, a plump, short lady walked out of the kitchen with a handsome smile. “Hello Fuji, Shai, nice to see you both,” she laughed, then went back to her baking, her constant vigorous baking.

Yuki came sprinting down the stairs, her black hair in small braids around her head, a tradition for her to do at night. Before they made it to school she always had the braids free and her hair was left in beautiful waves, the only thing about her that she fought for the true femininity of her being. Her large grey eyes scanned the living room, landing on her friends. She had a deep flush in her cheeks.

“Let’s go,” she hissed to the two other girls, “before my father comes out of his study.”

“Yuki!” he screamed, stomping out of the bedroom right below her bedroom. All three girls jumped and stepped back. The man was an imposing six feet with a lean body and wiry glasses. The glasses were the only part of him that made him look like a strong father figure instead of a teenaged boy.

“You broke the window!” he screamed, his anger flushing his entire face. “I saw the controller of your video game console come sailing down. What do you have to say to yourself? That is going to come out of your allowance! Hello Fuji, Shai,” he said in a much smaller, kinder voice. Fuji and Shai both waved and took a few steps back.

Yuki looked anything but sorry. She flipped the braids over her shoulder and looked to her father with her large grey eyes. “Daddy, it will be fine,” she said sweetly. “I have to go to school; you may punish me later, if you wish.”

Her father could not stay mad for more than a moment. He gave a small sigh and waved his daughter off to school. “We will talk later,” he told her and turned his back on her while Mrs. Oshidori chuckled from the kitchen.

Yuki gave a quick ‘bye’ to her family and the three girls stepped out of the house and began their walk to the high school. They were a mismatched small ménage e trois. Yuki was medium height with straight black hair that was nearly straighter than a straight pin. It was why at that moment she was hurriedly pulling it out of the braids to give it that wavy appearance that made it seem full and thick. Her eyes were a gloomy shade of grey that still seemed to look bright when offered with her beautiful smile.

Her figure was nothing to brag about. She was an A cup with no real hips, and she knew that no one would look twice at her if it was not for the shocking eyes. It was not that she wasn’t a pretty girl; it was just that given a choice out of the three girls, she would be the last one picked.

The second one to be picked was Shai. Shai was just what her name said of her, she was a shy girl who barely spoke to anyone. She remained close to her two best friends and did not wander among groups and circles. She was an excellent tennis player whom was very active with her time. The shy girl was something completely different while on the tennis court, and her aggression would come out and scream from the rooftops.

She had a generous figure, without being anything obscene. She could find shirts that fit around her bust, but she wore a large size than her frail frame would signify. She wore her black hair short, and to her chin, usually pushed back by a headband from her midnight blue eyes. She was the epitome of a shy beauty, a girl who would make the quiet wife of a senator one day.

Fuji was always the first to be noticed of all of the girls. She had long auburn hair that went down to her thighs, that her mother found offensive. The girl often wore it pulled too tightly back away from her face. She also wore too much make-up, and not for the reason most girls do. She was trying to hide a natural rosy complexion that suggested she had been doing something naughty. Fuji was a natural perfect 10, and her mother despised it in a scholarly girl. Fuji was forced to wear glasses, when she did not even need them, and where makeup to hide her coloring and beauty, though she was still a striking woman, even when covered up. She was not shy, nor was she outgoing. She was a perfect student, always receiving the best grades in school, and would make a terrific addition to the new high school the girl’s had just started a few weeks before.

“Kago!” Yuki screamed, jumping up and down to wave at her old friend. He turned to look over to the girls and waved back, standing on the sidewalk waiting for the three to catch up. Kago, a handsome boy of sixteen, was ahead of the girls in school by one year. His blonde hair was spiked up in that typical I’m-Cool style that the boys strive so hard for at that age and never really achieve. He smiled at the girls with his knowing smile, the one that says, “I’m hot, and cool, and you want me,” and only one of the three really thought much of him.

“Hello ladies,” he said in a silky smooth voice.

“Hello, Kago,” they all said in mock sultry voices. Kago smile and wrapped his arm around Fuji, pulling her in close.

“What do you say you and I go down Lover’s Alley tonight and pick a hotel?” Kago asked her, leering her way.

Fuji pushed him away and turned to her friend’s with a highly disgusted look on her face. “I’m sorry Kago, I have better things to do with my time. Ladies, I will see you at school.” Fuji hurried ahead of them, hating that Kago had ever found his hormones the way he did.

Yuki tried not to feel jealous so instead looked up to the boy she had nearly grown up next to and gave him a large smile. “You try to hard with her,” she laughed. “Fuji is much more sophisticated than that, than you.”

Kago shrugged, none of it striking his chord as a bad thing. He continued to walk the girls to school in oblivion of his friend’s feelings for him. Shai trailed behind, struggling to carry her tennis racket and her bag all at the same time.


~*~


Meanwhile, at school, Yuki’s older sister and brother had already arrived. Nakago, a senior at the school and making use of his time by showing off the red corvette that Daddy had bought him, was promptly ignoring that Yuki was his little sister, though he admitted readily to Kaori.

Kaori was a junior with a temper, and a hunger for things besides school and food. She was in an upstairs classroom, one that had been abandoned over the years for fear it was haunted. Her best friend, Danko, was watching, as she normally does, running her fingers over the blouse of her sailor-like school uniform, and enjoying the show of the busty girl and the anonymous guy.

Kaori was leaned over a dusty desk, a man stationed behind her, her skirt lifted just enough so that a heavy cock could enter her pussy from behind, pushing in and out with a hard glee. Kaori, her long black hair falling over the desk, was running her hand over her own breast and moaning at the pleasure the man was trying to give her.

Kaori tightened her body, gripping the cock pummeling her with a tight pussy that was well used, and he cried out, gripping her hips and slamming into her so hard that she cried out in pain as the head hit the cervix, but she enjoyed pain. She loved the feel of pain the way most women enjoyed the feel of a shadowed touch. She wanted him to hurt her, to take advantage of her, to just feel the inside of her.

Danko suddenly sat up straight, pushing red strands of hair behind her ears. “I think I hear a teacher coming down this hall,” she whispered hurriedly.

Kaori tried to sit up, to push the student off of her, but he was enjoying too much, sweat trickling down his cheeks as he started to ready himself to cum inside of her. Kaori pushed harder, he was not feeling it, or hearing a word the girls were saying to him. He could only feel the wet heat that surrounded him, the pure unadulterated joy that was this dark-haired beauty, a girl with breasts and hips and lips of that of a porn star. He wanted her since the first day he laid eyes on her, and it was finally his turn. He was not going to just let it go that easily.

The sliding door opened into the classroom and in walked Mr. Tennison, a man with a temper, and a hard on for his students. He looked to Kaori, bent over the desk being ridden by a man who still had not stopped pumping her. His eyes shot over to Danko, who had least attempted to look mildly embarrassed. “What is going on in here?” he yelled to the girls.

The man finally came behind Kaori, filling her pussy with a hot cum that dripped out of her and down her legs. Danko was ready with a towel that she handed to her best friend. “Sorry teach,” Danko said, “we were just finishing.”

The man pulled up his pants, obviously worried that he was in some sort of trouble, but the girl’s had lost all regrets and now only looked sultry, leaning on each other for physical support, their arms embracing each other in a sensual matter.

“You girls, this is the second time I have caught the two of you doing something so… so… dirty,” he yelled, completely angry with the two while trying to hide a hard on. “The first time I forgave it, it was just oral. But this… this is inexcusable.”

The boy was looking more and more nervous as the moments ticked on, but the girls only laughed. Kaori discarded the towel and walked passed the teacher. “Mr. Tennison, when you think of a good punishment, let me know. I’m in to bondage, too.” The girls walked out of the classroom laughing, leaving a sputtering teacher and an embarrassed boy behind.

Chapter 2 – Taiikuka Shai


“Kago is never going to notice I am a woman,” Yuki complained, walking down the hallway, scuffing her shoes across the clean floors. Shai and Fuji walked along with her, sympathetic to her feelings, but also knowing she brought it about herself.

“Give him time,” Fuji said clearly, fixing the glasses on her face as she often does when she is trying to be taken seriously. “You must make him realize you are a woman, not the girl he grew up with.”

Yuki nods and takes her first step into the afternoon sun at the end of the school day. “You are right,” she sighed, then turned on Shai before Shai could keep herself from colliding with her friend. “So Shai, how is tennis practice going with that lecherous teacher, Mr. Tennison? My sister told me he has a hard-on for all of the girls at the school.”

“There is a huge difference between being turned on by a student and acting upon it,” Fuji pointed out, stepping in front of Shai to intercept Yuki’s leering gazes.

“Yeah, but he’s her tennis coach,” Yuki said. She looked over Fuji’s shoulder to Shai and gave a wiggle of her eyebrows. “Those short skirts are so sexy,” she said in a deep voice, mocking the sound of the old men on cartoons that come on to the many girls.

Shai just let out a sigh instead of reaching for the bait. She stepped passed Fuji and looked to her friend. “Are you two really going to wait for me to finish tennis to go home?” she asked uncertainly.

“Sure,” Fuji said, stopping Yuki from furthering inserting her foot into her mouth. “I have some studying I would like to do, and Yuki has some studying she wouldn’t like to do, but is going to do anyway.”

Shai nodded happily then waved farewell to her friends, hurrying off to the locker rooms to change to her tennis uniform, which consisted of a pink polo and a white tennis skirt. She placed the sneakers on her feet and ran out to the courts, tennis racket in hand. Three other girls stood already waiting for Shai, all in similar uniforms. Mr. Tennison had yet to reach the courts.

Shai hurried to join her classmates and stood in line along with them. The girls stood in companionable silence until Mr. Tennison walked onto the court, then the tension was high and the faces turned to grimaces. Shai was the only one who did not let the teacher twist her stomach into knots and worry about the rumors. Shai would listen to Fuji, after all she was a top student, she knew what she was talking about more than some stupid rumors.

“All right, ladies,” Mr. Tennison began. He was still rattled from this morning when he caught Miss Oshidori, Miss Makenki, and Mr. Donaldson, in the classroom this morning. He did not know how to deal with such insolence from a student, or a girl who looked like she knew more about sexual depravity and activities than he did in thirty years of life, but that was not what he was to think about now. He was meant to think about teaching these students, and he was doing a good job of it.

All through the lesson he kept his mind on the tennis balls and the way the girls knew instinctively the ways to hit it. His mind was clear, his body cleansed of his fantasies, until Shai missed the ball and fell forward, a shock of black, black??, panties showing as she tripped and regained her footing. He never would have thought of Taiikuka Shai as a black panties type of girl. As soon as he saw the black he was gone, his mind wandered all over again to things he wished to do to some of these girls, girls who were much more adventurous than they had been in his day. He remembered discipline and respect; these girls were too loose with all of their morals. All of them but Shai. Perhaps it is what made him look at her more closely, the way her petite, yet full for her figure, breasts bounced when she did. The perfect legs that kicked her off of the ground to jump to hit that ball. Her beautiful lips, pouty and wide, the way a true girl’s should be.

When practice was over he could barely contain himself any longer. The girls were moving towards the showers and all he could think about was the color of Shai’s panties. He stopped her, called her back, and asked if he could see her a moment.

Shai was now had more trepidations than before. Why had she been called back? He had been telling them how well they were doing the whole time, and now he wanted to talk to her. “Yes Mr. Tennison?” she asked of him, looking up at him with bold blue eyes, the only part of her that was not a hidden aggression waiting to burst.

“Miss Taiikuka, I think you need a bit of practice with your serve,” he told her, stepping forward. “May I show you?”

“Y…Yes,” she said quietly. She turned her back to him, allowing him to put his arms around her and grip the racket along with her. He did his best to keep from pressing too closely to her, but he failed. Shai may have been shy, but she was not dumb. She knew what the bulge pressed against her leg was, and she was suddenly stiff, her body reacting badly to his reaction to her body.

“You need to flow a bit more,” Mr. Tennison told her quietly, whispering into her ear. He helped her flow with the racket, helped her move, but she was still too tense. “You are too aggressive, even when serving. Sometimes you must shock your opponent.”

He shocked her. He suddenly had his hands under her shirt and rubbing and massaging those breasts that he watched bounce with greed and lust earlier. He was pulling her closer into him, feeling her soft body pressed against his hard body. She let out a small squeal, but nothing anyone would hear. She was too quiet for her own good, and she did not know how to react to this touch.

“Mr… Mr. Tennison,” she whispered quietly as he continued to mold her breasts to his hand, rubbing them, pinching at the nipple, giving her pleasure and disgrace all at once. Her cheeks flushed under her eyes with embarrassment, many different kinds, and she held tightly still to the racket in her hands.

“I am sorry, Shai,” he said, using her given name while his hands wandered over her body. “I can not help it, you are just too beautiful.”

She had never been called beautiful before. Most boys did not want a girl as quiet and shy as her, and she did not know how to handle the compliment. Instead, she closed her eyes and silently wished Mr. Tennison’s wandering hands would stop so she could comprehend what he was doing to her.

One of his hands slipped down, underneath her skirt, and underneath her panties. He found the most sensitive spot on any girl, that delicate clitoris between the lips, the moisture and heat of the entire body, and pressed onto it. Shai had never had this part of her body touched and she nearly cried out, but instead bit her lip and kept quiet while her teacher roamed the parts of her body. His hands were rough, and gentle, all at the same time. He was taking advantage of innocence, but trying not to hurt her too badly. He just wanted to feel her, to take advantage of her every inch.

He pushed her closer to him, rubbing her firm butt over the hardness beneath his pants and she shivered with fear. Suddenly she found her voice, no matter how quiet it was. “No…” she trailed off.

This was enough for Mr. Tennison to stop. He did not let go of her right away, looking upon her from behind, the way her black hair fell over her flushed cheeks, the way his hand looked cupper over one of her breasts, and the little strike of hair he could see beneath her panties. It only made him harder, wanting to drag her down to he ground and do things to her had had never done to a girl her age before, but instead he released her and stepped back. The whole time Shai had held tight to her racket.

Shai ran to the locker room and hurried to change back into her school uniform. She raced out to meet her friends, who were sitting in front of the school with their books out, reading through their History lesson.

Yuki was the first to look up excitedly. “So, how was your lesson with the letch?” she asked, wiggling her fingers towards Shai.
Shai didn’t know why she did it, but she lied. “Fuji was right,” she told her friends. “He’s just a teacher who lusts after girls.”

Yuki looked disappointed, but Fuji’s perception of the world had her looking at Shai a bit funny, but Shai offered her her normal sweet smile. Fuji just nodded and the three girls readied themselves for their walk home.

Chapter 3 – Chenbaro Fuji

The three best friends sat at a small table outside of a little café in town. They were smiling, and laughing, and boy watching, though two of the three girl’s minds were on something else. Well, let’s be honest, Fuji’s mind was on something else as well, but it was nothing nearly as interesting as what Yuki and Shai were thinking.

Yuki was thinking up new ways to get Kago to notice her, while Shai was thinking of the things Mr. Tennison had done to her at tennis practice the other day. Fuji was thinking about her English homework and wondering if she had broken down the sentences in the correct formula. She shuddered at the thought and began to excuse herself so she could go and fix the homework, but re-thought that strategy out. She was supposed to be enjoying her weekend with her best friend’s, not rushing off to re-do homework she had already finished.

“Fuji,” Yuki called softly, her eyes suddenly focused on a figure across the street. “That guy over there is totally digging you.”

Fuji turned around, even while Yuki hissed, “Don’t look,” and focused on the ‘guy across the street’. Even Fuji nearly tumbled over when here legs went weak from shock and her heart began to pound with an efficiency she had not felt before. She slid her eyes slowly away, not wanting to make eye contact with the gorgeous creature, but his face was permanently etched on her mind. He had the chiseled features of a man who played sports, while not being too bulky like a football player. He had dark brown hair that was cut so it fell elegantly around his face, but was out of his eyes, and shorter in the back. His eyes were the same shade of aqua marine as Fuji’s, and he was perfect.

“He’s coming over,” Shai hissed quietly across the table.

“He can not be,” Fuji shook her head, reaching for her glass to take a sip, but instead went for her spoon. She looked into the reflective surface of the silver to see him walking towards the girls, a friend of his following closely behind.

“Looks like he thinks you are pretty,” Yuki said, half-jealous, and half-teasing. “Come on Shai, we have to get moving.”

“What?” Fuji nearly screamed. Realizing the pitch her voice had taken she lowered her voice a few octaves. “You can not leave me now.”

“We’ll meet you in the music store,” Yuki said, and then she and Shai hurried off to leave Fuji to fend for herself.

Fuji began to stand, unaware of how to handle a man on her own, and unaccustomed to her friend’s leaving it to do it herself. Usually when a man came to flirt with the girl she was surrounded by her friends, and it gave her courage to be polite and blow him off. This man, he was different, and she did not have the courage to say yes or no, because she did not know what she was leaping into, head first.

“Hello,” he said, and his voice was like a love song playing against her heart. She could not believe the way she was feeling over just one simple word.

She turned to him, to look up in those aquamarine eyes that were so like hers, at those lips with a smile that could melt hearts, and panties right off of girls. She barely squeaked out, “Hi,” before nearly having to sit down once more. She pretended there was a steel rod in her spine and hurried to stand up straight and meet his gaze.

“I’m sorry, I am not usually this forward, but I saw you from across the street, and noticed you were reading Elizabeth Haydon’s, Symphony of Ages series,” he said to her. Somehow Fuji’s heart sank and she did not know why she had been so foolish as to think a handsome man like him would come over just to meet her. She picked up the book she had nearly left on the table and showed him the cover of, Destiny.

“Yes,” she said, hugging it to her breasts. “It is one of my favorite series’. Rhapsody’s naivety makes her the perfect heroine.”

The man crossed his arms against his chest and leaned against the table, and she even noticed him looking her up and down appreciatively. “I’ve never read it,” he said honestly. “My sister has, and bugs me to, but I always thought it was a little too feminine for me.”

“Oh,” Fuji said lamely. Why could she not think with this beautiful stranger looking at her that way? “Then why did you come over?”

“Because I needed an excuse to talk to you,” he said, gripping the edge of the table tightly. “You are beautiful, and you look like someone who might be a little more intelligent than a typical girl, and I just had to meet you.”

“I’m Fuji, Chenbaro Fuji,” she offered her hand, taking control of her own thoughts and body once more.

The guy looked down at her, a bit pleased with himself, and even more pleased with her. “I am Amatsu. Inperiaru Amatsu.”

“Well Inperiaru Amatsu, it is my pleasure to meet you.”

“No, I assure you, the pleasure is all mine.”

Chapter 4 – Makenki Danko

Danko sat on the edge of the bed, watching her best friend, Oshidori Kaori, try on many different tops and trying to decide which one was right. Danko and Kaori were drastic opposites. Kaori filled her school girl uniform while Danko tended to not show any curves or bumps. This did not bother Danko, sometimes she thought she should have just been born a man. The biggest reason for this was because she liked girls. Well, maybe not so much girls, a certain girl. Kaori had been the one Danko wanted since the first day she met her back in their last year of elementary school. Danko had seen the raven-haired beauty and knew she had to have her.

Kaori did not want Danko. She knew how Danko felt, Danko was not dull, she had confessed it on the eve of their first year in high school, and Kaori was just not interested. Unlike most girls, though, Kaori did not treat Danko any differently. They still remained best friends and spent the night at each other’s houses. It made Danko suspect that Kaori just may have known all along.

Danko confirmed those thoughts as she grew into her high school years. Kaori was using Danko’s lust for her to turn on other men, or to be a witness to her escapades. Danko did not know what it was that made Kaori suddenly change from an innocent school girl with the same fresh look on life as her sister, to the woman that almost every man in school had had at least once. And she never regretted it. Kaori never stopped to apologize for wanting nothing more from the men than a quick romp, even when some men claimed their love for her. Her feminine grace came out and she would turn them down in the sweetest manner, making one wonder if that S&M bondage girl was really underneath that skin just the day before.

Kaori found the perfect top and spun around on her best friend. She held it against her bare breasts and looked to Danko with a question in her eyes. “What do you think of this top?” she asked. She then pulled it over her head and wore it against her body. It was a sheer black top, with silver stars oh so conveniently placed everywhere on the top, and directly over where the nipples would lay, except this top was a little too small for Kaori’s generous frame and therefore the edges of the nipple just began to show.

“Do you think they will let you in the club like that?” Danko asked with a level head, though she suddenly felt the urge to cross her legs.

Kaori looked down and jiggled her breasts a bit, noticing the movement and the small flash of her nipple. “Yes,” she said quite honestly. “If you are beautiful enough, you can get away with anything. What are you going to wear?”

Danko shrugged her shoulders. She knew, and she knew that Kaori knew too, but Kaori always made sure she gave Danko that option to change her mind. Danko always wore slacks and a muscle shirt, showing the mosquito bites she had for breasts, and a flat figure everywhere else. With the short red hair she could have almost pulled off being a guy. Kaori joked that one night she wanted Danko to go out dressed like a guy with her, and they would pretend they were a couple, get all hot and bothered, and when the men were watching, she would pull up Danko’s shirt to reveal she was a girl. In the end it might just get the men even more hot.

Danko squirmed and watched Kaori turn around, looking at her make-up in the mirror. Danko had all of her clothes for the club with her; she always left a few club clothes at Kaori’s house in case they went on a whim. That and she enjoyed watching the Eiffel Tower being built. Kaori was majestic when ready; watching her be put together was even more majestic.

“Kaori!” came Yuki’s high pitched voice from the hallway. Without waiting for an answer from her older sister Yuki came barging in and looked to the two girls in the room. When her eyes really looked at Kaori her eyes widened with innocence and she took a step back. “What are you wearing?” she cried out. “Mom will never let you out in that!”

Kaori’s hand snatched out with a lightning quick movement and wrapped around Yuki’s upper arm, pulling her into the room with such force that Yuki squealed. Kaori slammed the bedroom door and rounded on her sister. “Mom will never know if you keep your mouth shut, now what the hell do you want?”

“Well, Fuji has a date tomorrow that is taking her to lunch and a movie, and since she won’t fit in my clothes, I was hoping she would be allowed to borrow yours,” Yuki’s eyes roamed over Kaori’s form again, gazing at the nipple and flushing. “Maybe that isn’t such a hot idea.”

Kaori rolled her eyes at her sister’s stupidity. “Do not be such a prude, Yuki,” she snapped at the younger girl. “I have clothes that cover up bouncy breasts, I do have to go out in public and not embarrass myself. You are so lame sometimes.

“Tell Fuji to stop by about an hour before her date tomorrow and I will doll her up to the nines, okay?”

Yuki gave a small nod and then retreated to her room. Danko was laughing softly from the bed. Kaori turned to her friend with a wide smile. “You know why it’s Fuji that was the first to finally get a date out of those girls, don’t you?”

“Why?” Danko asked, tilting her head up to listen to the master.

“Because Shai is too quiet and Yuki is the ugly duckling of the family.” Danko gave a snort and Kaori shook her head. “If Fuji had been a year older she would have been our friend.”

“Don’t corrupt her,” Danko warned. “Let her do things her way.”

Kaori raised an eyebrow. “You mean the way I corrupted you?” she asked. She sauntered over to her best friend, swaying her hips in the tight leather black skirt, and placed her knee between her best friends. She leaned over her friend so her breasts were brushing Danko’s chest, her lips only inches away from Danko’s. Danko held her breath, feeling Kaori so close was intoxicating. She felt her head reeling in a way she never understood. She wanted to drink Kaori in from her mouth, to feel the tickle of her lips and tongue against her.

“Kaori, don’t tease me,” Danko said in her deeply masculine voice, though she already had a hand that had betrayed her wrapped around Kaori’s hips. She was slowly pulling Kaori closer, and Kaori was going to her, letting her, then suddenly Kaori remembered exactly whom, and what, she was. She pulled back and without a word went back to putting on her lipstick.

“You are a cock tease,” Danko muttered, going to find her clothes so she could change in the bathroom.

“You don’t have a cock to tease, sweetie,” Kaori pointed out. The words never sounded unkind, not even blunt. They sounded sad, or maybe it was just Danko’s wishful thinking.