Marigold's Academy

Nicolette

 

Nicolette Fitzsimmons had arrived at the school in much the same circumstances as most of the other girls here.  Aged just 13 she had been sacrificed in order to spare the career of her father, a high ranking police officer, who had become involved in various illegal activities, which had eventually led to his coming to the attention of the powerful forces behind Marigold's Academy.  But Nicolette was not like the other girls.  Rather than attempting to rebel against the system, before finally admitting defeat and confroming to it, Nicolette had rapidly come to the conclusion that if she was smart then she could turn the system to her advantage, and become part of the system itself.  And so she had.

 

In every prison there were trustees, inmates who were considered sufficiently trustworthy to be given some responsibility over other prisoners.  At Marigold's there were marshalls, prefects and presiding over them all, the head girl.  From the outset Nicolette had worked out that if she conceded to some of the demands of the teachers that she found that she could control their advances to an extent.  It was almost as though since she was less of a challenge they found less satisfaction in pursuing her and concentrated their efforts on the wilfully disobedient.  From the outset her card was marked, and gradually as the staff began to trust her they shifted their emphasis from seeking to take advantage of her sexually, to using her as a means of subjugating the other girls.  By the end of her second year she had been appointed one of the youngest marshalls the school had seen.  The following year she made prefect.  Now, at 18, she was the head girl.  Although she was due to leave at the end of this year and return to the real world, she and the hierarchy knew that she was likely to remain and move finally to being a member of the staff herself.

 

Nicolette did not care much for the attentions of the dirty old men who were in charge of this place, and had little but contempt for the lower order staff whom she considered inferior beings (though it had not deterred her from granting them a few favours along the way when it suited her purpose and helped futher her "career" at Marigold's).  Nicolette was a lesbian.  She had had her share of unpleasant, but necessary experiences in that arena as well, allowing herself to be used as a sexual plaything for some of the dirty dykes among the teachers.  Now she had earned herself a position in which it was her own lusts that were being satisfied.  Today it was the turn of Emma Hughes and Helen Kent.

 

Emma and Helen had been caught smoking.  Inevitably smoking was against the rules.  In reality it was allowed to go on, if only to give the staff an excuse to punish girls who took their fancy.  Today was no exception.  We will learn later how Helen and Emma obtained their cigarettes.  Now we will see what happens to them when they face the head girl.

 

Hughes and Kent had not been selected at random.  The prefect who had detained them had spent several days, on the orders of the head girl, searching for an opportunity to bring them before her.  They had to slip up eventually, and they did.  So far these two had managed to confine their activities to dealing with lecherous men.  Now they were to be initiated into an altogether different world.  So there they stood, trembling in front of the desk in the head girl's study.  The sting had ended in the late evening.  Both girls were in their night clothes, in almost matching short cotton shorts, and t-shirts bearing the logos of their favourite pop bands.  Both wore dressing gowns.  Emma sported a pair of very large fluffy slippers, in the shape of a well-known cartoon cat. Helen had rainbow ankle socks, and nothing else on her feet.

 

Nicolette was well-known for her long, dark brown hair, which reached half way down her back.  She had a pale, smooth complexion, with a classically pretty, slightly freckled face.  Her bust was quite overdeveloped, but completely natural.  She was not the slimmest of girls - well proportioned in fact, certainly not overweight.  At 15, Emma and Helen were less mature than Nicolette.  Emma had mousey hair and quite elfin features, and a fairly small mouth with quite pert lips (which looked remarkably arousing when wrapped around a thick penis).  Helen's hair was jet black, shoulder length.  She was rather petite.  The girls looked the picture of youthful innocence, though inevitably they had been corrupted by Marigold's.  As head girl Nicolette was not tied to uniform but wore her own clothes.  She wore a white blouse, through which her lacy bra was visible, a knee-length navy blue skirt and her legs were encased in stockings, held up by a black suspender belt which complemented her lace black and pale green panties.

 

Nicolette was exquisite, immaculate.  Her nails were polished and bore intricate designs, which she could only obtain by exercising her privileges to leave the school grounds and go into the outside world.  She was trusted.  Her lips were glossy and pouting; not overdone, but just enough to look sexy without being plain.  As she eyed the two trembling teenagers in front of her she casually ran the tip of her tongue over those lips and indulged in a little contemplation of what she was about to do to them both.  Sat in the corner, in her school uniform with prefect's insignia, was Melanie Fawcett-Jones, the prefect who had apprehended the two miscreants. She had done well, and Nicolette would ensure that she was well-rewarded.  Reflecting Nicolette's own preferences and pecadilloes, Melanie was also a lesbian, as were a significant proportion of the other prefects.  Hughes and Kent were both as straight as a Roman road, and found the concept of sleeping with other girls quite repugnant.  Melanie loved these situations.  She knew what an evil little bitch Nicolette could be when she put her mind to it, and she had been particularly keen to ensnare these two so there was going to be a lot of fun in store.  As she uncrossed and crossed her legs she felt a little damp patch developing in the front of her panties.

 

As Nicolette sat behind the desk, peering at them through her highly-stylish spectacles, she looked them up and down, and then spoke.

 

"So, Hughes, what have you to say for yourself"

 

Emma gulped, but could find no words.  She was terrified.  She was worried that she was going to wet herself.

 

"Kent?"

 

Helen almost jumped out of her skin when her name was called.  She mumbled something.

 

"Sorry, what was that girl?" Nicolette snapped.

 

"I'm....we're sorry....er, miss", Helen muttered in a rather small voice.

 

"You're sorry?  Oh yes, I really believe that you are, but only because you've been caught.  You're sorry about what is about to happen to you.  Melanie, spank them - that one first", she gestured towards Emma.

 

Emma began to cry.

 

Melanie spoke, "Oh, shut up you silly cow, don't be such a baby.  I haven't even touched you yet.  You'll have plenty to cry about when I've finished so you can save your tears for then".

 

Emma tried to control her blubbing, and failed miserably.

 

"Oh pull yourself together Hughes.  Alright, do Kent first", said Nicolette with mock exasperation.

 

Emma bit her lip and tried to be brave.  It wasn't a painful bottom she was concerned about, it was what she knew would follow.

 

Nicolette turned her chair sideways and put her feet, crossed, up on the desk.  She began to idly file her nails with an emery board as her sidekick began to punish the two naughty girls, one by one.  Melanie moved her chair into the centre of the room and turned it sideways so that Nicolette would have a good view.  As Emma looked on, Helen was led to the chair and ordered across Melanie's knee.  Melanie kept her there for a few seconds as she detailed what was coming next (as though it were not obvious), then she delivered the first smacks on Helen's bottom.  The short shorts were little protection for Helen's cheeks, but Melanie left them in place nonetheless.  Helen's bottom quivered delightfully as the hand landed on it, and Nicolette, feigning disinterest as she manicured herself, enjoyed the spectacle.  Melanie spanked Helen with increasing force, but she took it well.  As well as her bottom she also received smacks on the back of her legs. Still leaving the shorts on, Melanie pulled them up so they wedgied up her crack and exposed more bare skin.  Once Helen's flesh had turned a pleasing crimson shade she was allowed to get up, and sent to stand in the corner, with her hands on her head.

 

Emma had managed to compose herself and managed to commence her own spanking without losing her composure.  As Melanie began to smack her bottom Nicolette looked up from her nails and took a little more interest in proceedings.  She wanted Emma and she generally got what she wanted around here.  She was so girly, what with her big fluffy slippers (which fell comically to the floor as she wriggled in Melanie's lap) and her innocent demeanour.  Of course Emma was not quite so innocent as she came across, not going by what she had been up to with some of the lower order staff, but she had more fulfilled the role of a prick tease until now.  Nicolette suspected that she would readily accept the option of being fucked by a nice big cock right now, rather than go through what Nicolette had in store for her.  Emma was grateful that she too retained her shorts, as she did not relish the idea of Nicolette feasting her eyes in Emma's private parts as her deputy bitch slapped her arse a deep shade of red.

 

Presently it was over.  Duly spanked and contrite, Emma was sent to stand next to Helen.  Melanie went over to them both and wedgied them again, so that their glowing cheeks were nicely visible.  "So, we can be assured that you'll not be found smoking again?", enquired the head girl.  They both nodded vigorously, believing they were about to be released.  Nicolette enjoyed the moment, before crushing their hopes.

 

"Mr Thornton is holding one of his special parties on Friday night. He wants a couple of girls to host the guests.  I thought you two would do nicely".

 

Emma's blood ran cold.  Thornton's parties were legendary.  From time to time the headmaster would invite his wealthy and influential friends to the school, where he would entertain them as honoured guests.  One of the perks that his guests enjoyed was that they would be served by a small selection of pupils.  At the start of these events the girls would be performing mundane functions such as serving up drinks and canapes.  But it would not be long before the situation would change into one in which they were being groped, fondled and drooled over by dirty old men (and sometimes women).  Some of these men were in their sixties and seventies, and would eagerly take advantage of their unfettered access to these young teenagers.  Some had special requests and it tended to be very much the younger girls who were allocated to the parties.  The 13 and 14 year olds were particularly popular for these events.  The girls invariably wound up being fucked during the evening, though mercifully some of the men were no longer physically up to it in any meaningful sense, though it would not deter them from using the girls' hands and mouths to try and breathe some life into their waning organs.  However, some of the younger guests, rich businessmen in their forties and fifties, had no such difficulties.  For particularly favoured guests Thornton had been know to grant rear access to selected girls, which resulted in them being not only gang-banged but also buggered.  He tended not to allow such extremes with the younger ones, but by fifteen they were certainly fair game.  Emma and Helen would rather die than be sent to one of Thornton's orgies.

 

A small puddle was slowly soaking itself into the carpet.  Emma had wet herself.  As the warm trickle of wee made it down the inside of her thigh she hung her head in shame and began to cry again.  Melanie noticed first.  "Er, Nicolette....Hughes has just peed her pants."  Nicolette looked in disbelief.  She didn't usually get that sort of reaction.  Actually it was quite funny but she couldn't show that.  "Oh, for fuck's sake Hughes.  You are such a cry baby!  Look at what you've done to my carpet.  That is really going to cost you.  Right, take off your bottoms and go and stand outside the door, facing the wall".  The crestfallen Emma was made to remove her wet shorts.  She felt very exposed now, with her pussy finally on view to the other girls. She tried to hide it with her hand.  Melanie took the wet garment from her and took her into the corridor, where she was made to stand half-naked.  She desperately hoped there were not too many blue collar staff around at that time of night - or teachers for that matter.  Nicolette ordered Helen to clean up the mess while Melanie got on the internal phone to the porters' lodge.  Someone would be straight up to collect the wet shorts and take them for washing.  Actually they wouldn't be washed.  They would be sold in the staff room the next morning and Emma would not be seeing them again.  The porter who arrived could not believe his luck.  Not only did he get an eyeful of Emma with her red bum and pussy mound on show but he also got himself a valuable garment which would fund his drinking for the coming weekend.  He knew just who would be interested, and would pay handsomely.  Not everyone's cup of tea, but there were people who liked that sort of thing.  Had Emma previously realised how much she could get just for wetting her panties she might have tried that one already with the lads.  Still, her appetite for cigarettes and other contraband had waned somewhat during the past hour.

 

As Emma stood cringing in the corridor, furtively glancing left and right for an expected horde of drooling male voyeurs, Helen emerged from the door of the study.  She had been despatched to the utility room for some items with which to clean up the mess.  She looked sympathetically at her friend.  She dared not hang around and risk the wrath of the senior girls, but she did pause briefly to offer some words of comfort to her friend.  "Hey babe, I'm sorry.  Look, if it's anything to you I was about to shit myself in there when they mentioned that party.  You just don't wanna go there.  They obviously want something out of us in return for not sending us to be sacrificed for Thornton's pervy friends.  Whatever it is I reckon we should give it it 'em".  Emma was contrite and apologetic.  "I'm sorry I let you down in there....and for you having to clean up an' that.  I couldn't help it - I was just too scared".  Helen gave a friendly touch on Emma's hand then hurried away to complete her errand.

 

Inside the study Melanie beamed a broad grin at Nicolette and stifled a giggle.  "You wicked cow Nic!  You scared the shit out of 'er!  You fancy her, don't you?"  The hard act was dropped and Nicolette's demeanour softened.  "Yeah Mel, you got me in one.  Emma's going to be mine.  She doesn't know it yet but it's sorted." 

"So, do I get the other one then?" asked Mel

"What?  I've already let you spank my girlfriend - don't push your luck or I'll have you parting your arse for the grandads next week.  Maybe I want both for a little meage a trois.  Anyway, I've not quite finished with them yet, but maybe I won't be quite so nasty.  Frankly I really just want to shag her.  It's just sje needs a bit of encouragement to come over to the dark side."

 

After Helen had returned with the cleaning materials and restored the carpet to a respectable condition Emma was called back in.  She hadn't expected to ever feel grateful to go back into that room but she felt very exposed in the corridor.  At least she was back out of public view.  Niclolette had her Head Girl face on again and took up where she had left off.  "Melanie, please take young Hughes here to my private bathroom and let her clean herself up".  Although most girls had no choice but to use the viewable washrooms, it went without saying that the head girl had private facilites.  Nicolette's bathroom was adjacent to the study, with her bedroom on the other side.  It was a nice little setup.  As Melanie showed Emma in, Nicolette continued to goad Helen.  She was really enjoying it, telling lurid tales of some of the repulsive goings on at Thornton's parties, which the two girls were soon to be participating in.  Helen knew it was all for show and just wanted to get on and discover the forfeit.  In the bathroom Emma felt a strange sense of calm, probably because it was the first time for months that she had been able to have a decent shower without having to wear a bikini to keep the eyes of men from her body, or get up in the dead of night and hope that nobody else was desperate enough to be hanging around for a look.  The girls couldn't even get into routines, since they would soon become common knowledge and ensure a crowd of onlookers whenever they turned up to wash.  Melanie left her alone to shower.  While looking for a towel she opened the top of a chest of storage drawers next to the cubicle and then quickly shut it again, but not before she had taken in the sight of a number of penis-shaped plastic and rubber items, with straps on them.  It took little imagination to work out what those were for.  The only question was who wore them (she could guess) and who was generally on the receiving end.  She tried not to think too hard about the second question.

 

Emma enjoyed her shower, but was rudely brought back to reality when Melanie reappeared to tell her to hurry up.  Her clothes had gone and she had to return to the study wrapped in only a towel.  As she stood, fidgeting, next to Helen, Nicolette finally got to the point.  "OK girls, let's cut the crap.  I know what you two are like, coming over all sweet and innocent.  I mean, shagging the gardeners for a few fags..."

"Not shagging!", Helen blurted out, immediately regretting it.  Nicolette looked askance at her.

"Sorry Miss", she continued, more quietly, "I....we...have never shagged anyone.  Not ever.  We did - you know, stuff with them but my cherry's never been.....popped.  So to speak."  Her voice tailed off at the end of the sentence and she stood there, nervously looking at the floor.

"Stuff huh?", said Nicolette, "So you're telling me you two are both virgins".

In unison they nodded.

 

Nicolette was delighted with this snippet of information, specifically with regard to Emma.  So the girl had never been tainted with some grubby little cock.  Nicolette would see to it that that situation continued.

 

"Right, here's the deal.  I save you from being thrown to the lions, and you two....miscreants....do exactly as we say, here and now".  The girls looked silently at her, implying that she continue.  Nicolette got up and walked round the desk, as two pairs of eyes followed her every move.  Melanie, back in the corner, felt her knickers getting wet again.  Nicolette surprised them by removing her skirt and sitting on the edge of the desk.  The she pushed herself back onto the top and dangled one leg over the front, the other spread wide on the desk.  She still wore her high heeled shoes and stockings.  Now it was clear what was coming.  As Emma's mouth ran dry, Nicolette hooked a finger into the gusset of her panties and pulled them to one side.  Emma gulped.  Helen felt faint.  Mel got wetter.  To the casual observer, Nicolette's vagina was rather attractive, as vaginas go.  Like the rest of her it was neat and immaculate.  Not quite bald.  A carefully styled wisp of hair rose above the midline.  "OK Emma, come here and lick my fanny".  She had already pissed herself.  Now she wanted to puke.  She didn't move.  Nicolette began to muse about exactly which perverts were going to be at the party.  Emma gave in, walked tentatively forward, and obediently knelt on the floor in front of Nicolette.  She looked at her next meal, then closed her eyes to think of England.  Nicolette felt a buzz as Emma moved her face closer then finally poked her tongue out as little as she could manage and made contact with Nicolette's labia.  Nicolette sighed in approval and bade her to continue.  Gingerly, Emma began her task, licking tentatively up and down, and trying desperately not to wretch.  "Come on girl, do it as though you mean it!"

"I'm sorry", wheedled Emma, "I'm trying, really I am"

"Melanie, come and give her some encouragement"

 

Melanie got up and came over.  She knelt beside Emma, with her face right in Emma's ear, and began to wax lyrical about how she would find it hard to walk after groper Gregory had stuffed his fat cock up her arse.  Emma got the message and began to perform cunnilingus properly.

 

It wasn't that bad actually.

 

Actually, it tasted quite good.

 

The thought of being a dyke was worse than the reality of doing it with one it seemed.  Emma began to relax and, with Nicolette seeming to approve of her performance, she ran her tongue more liberally around the vulva.  "Helen, don't just stand there - Melanie is waiting, can't you see?"

 

And so it was.  Helen was required to repeat on Melanie everything that Emma was having to do to Nicolette.  As it happened, Helen was in the habit of licking her own fingers when she masturbated in bed at night, so she was not quite so new to the taste, though Melanie tasted a little different.  Melanie was finding it difficult to contain herself.

 

Nicolette reached down and pulled off Emma's towel, so that she was completely naked.  Helen still had her pyjamas on.  Melanie had started to rub at her breasts through the flimsy top, poking her fingers in the eyes of the boy band pop star depicted thereon.  Emma was getting more into her task now, and having got over the initial shock was not finding it particularly unpleasant.  She wasn't exactly enjoying it but not hating it either.  It was preferable to the alternative.  As she licked, Nicolette reached a finger down and began to rub gently at the top of her slit.  Emma actually didn't know much about the clitoris, but she would be very familiar with it before long.  Of course she played with herself sometimes, but she really was quite naive about such matters.  After a reluctant start, Emma was now pushing her tongue right into Nicolette's pussy.  Nicolette had started to stroke her face and run her hands through Emma's hair.  Melanie found time during her own enjoyment to glance over at Emma's naked bum, the red glow now receding.  She didn't expect there would be another opportunity to spank it.

 

Nicolette stood Emma up, and sat square on at the edge of the desk.  She put her arms round Emma and pulled her close, wrapping her legs around Emma's back.  She put her lips up to Emma's then pushed her tongue deep into Emma's mouth.  There was no resistance.  The two kissed long and deep, then Nicolette looked over to Mel and said, "Take that one to bed with you now.  I think we could do with some privacy".  As Melanie and Helen began to make themselves decent and head for the door Nicolette stopped them.  "Wait - Helen come here".  What now, Helen thought.  Nicolette pehrtu  arms around Helen's waist and kissed her deeply.  Then she patted her on the bum and said "Off you go now...have fun".  As the door closed behind her friend Emma felt a bit strange.  She was alone now, completely naked, with the head girl, who was about to sleep with her.  How the hell did this happen?  Nicolette's whole attitude had changed.  She was more friendly - very friendly now.  She took Emma by the hand and led her through into her living quarters.  Aside from the bathroom and bedroom she also had a sitting room and a small kitchenette.  She sat herself down in a comfy armchair and had the naked Emma sit on her lap.  "OK Emma, I'll square with you.  I'm not forcing you to stay the night but I want you to, and I promise I will get bitter if you don't.  And you don't want to cross me.  Remember the party.  If that sounds like blackmail then I suppose it is.  This is Marigold's. not a holiday camp.  But I'll make you a promise.  Tomorrow morning, if you want out you can walk out of that door and I will leave you be, no hard feelings.  Deal?"

 

It was a fair offer and Emma readily accepted.  One night of being a sexual plaything for the schools uber-dyke, then the head girl was off her case.  Permanently.  Well, why not?  Nicolette offered Emma a drink.  She asked for orange juice and was told to ask for a proper drink.  "What, you mean like..."   Nicolette proudly went over to a cupboard and demonstrated that she could indeed come up with a vodka and tonic.  She threw the door open wide so Emma could see what was inside.  As well as an impressive stock of booze there were enough cigarettes to smoke a whole army to death.  What was a better way of getting her fix?  Wanking off the janitor or going down on the head girl.  As Emma accepted the alcohol she quipped, "so are you getting me drunk now so you can fuck me?"  Nicolette looked puzzled.  "I've seen your collection of toys in the bathroom.  How do you want me - doggy style or missionary?"  Nicolette laughed.  No, she had no intention of aping a man tonight.  She was going to show Emma the true delights of sapphic love.  She knew Emma was straight and she couldn't change that, but she reckoned by the time she reached morning she would be open to the idea of being bisexual.  Nicolette, becoming increasingly girly by the minute, took Emma's glass gently and placed it on the table.  She snogged her again then removed her bra.  Her nipples were absolutely solidly erect.  Emma took the cue and took one in her mouth, which seemed to please Nicolette no end.  Emma's own breasts remained stubbornly unaroused.  After playing around in the breast area Nicolette suggested they go into the bedroom.  Emma thought she was about to be put back to work eating out the older girl.  Instead Nicolette arranged two pillows in the centre of the bed and had Emma lie over them, face down, so they supported her pelvis, with her bottom sticking up in the air.  She put on some soft music and dimmed the lights.  Then she srtoked the back of Emma's neck and told her to just lie there and enjoy it, let herself go, don't think about being gay or straight, just feel.

 

Emma was nicely relaxed now.  Even so, her whole body began to tingle when she felt Nicolette's warm breath on the inside of her thigh.  Kisses followed and she found herself willing them to go higher, which they slowly did, further and further up towards her genitalia.  Then Nicolette kissed her fanny.  It was magic.  Next Nicolette kissed her bottom!  On both cheeks.  Gently, lovingly, all the while stroking her legs.  Then the stroking fingers brushed against her labia and she shuddered.  Quite unexpectedly she felt herself getting wet, and could hear a slightly obscene squelching noise as Nicolette  began to finger her.  It was true, she really was a virgin.  She was very tight.  With Emma optimally positioned and relaxed Nicolette moved round and lay down between Emma's legs, with her raised bottom presenting a perfect target for the tongue which started to expertly lick at her pussy.  Emma found the feeling indescribable and as the juice began to flow Nicolette lapped it up.  Then something quite unanticipated happened.  Nicolette pulled out and moved up a couple of inches.  Suddenly she was licking Emma's arse - her anus, to be precise.  The feeling was unbelievable.  Emma had never experienced anything like it before.  Round and round her puckered ring the tongue darted, then, even more unexpectedly, the head girl pushed her tongue up Emma's bum!  It drove her wild.  She screamed with delight, then tried to stifle her cries lest someone heard her.  Nicolette was spurred on by this and gave Emma a thorough rimming.  It was too much.  It made Emma come, long and hard - the first orgasm of her life.  She ad played with herself for sure, but didn't really know what to do and had never gone all the way.  Now she spasmed and shuddered all over, and oozed a little jet of creamy white fluid, which Nicolette caught on her lips, which she licked with relish.

 

It was going to be a long night.

 

Helen was also going to have a long, and interesting night.  When Melanie had got her back to her room, Melanie's roommate, Anna, had decided that she was not going to miss out on the action.  At this moment Helen was the filling in a 3 girl sandwich, lubricated with baby oil rather than butter.  Frankly, Melanie would have happily smeared her in butter and eaten her for breakfast, she was so delicious.  Unlike the headgirl, prefects did not have their own rooms, but they did only have to share a double room rather than a dormitory.  They also did not benefit from the privacy that the head girl enjoyed.  Consequently their activities had attracted a small audience of night staff, among whom word had spread quickly that there was a show on.  They had done their best to obscure the view through the two-way mirror but there was still plenty of space through which to see.  The bed covers were all over the floor.  Melanie lay on her back, with Helen on top of her, sliding back and forth, their breasts rubbing together, the oil heightening the sensation of nipple against nipple.  Their mouths were welded together in a deep long kiss.  Anna was lying on top of Helen, bringing herself off against Helen's back and bottom, with one hand between Helen's legs.  Helen was also very tight and could only admit one, or two fingers at the most. 

 

Epilogue:

 

It was a beautiful dawn.  The red sun streamed through the open window, it's rays separated by the sparse cloud on the horizon of an otherwise clear sky.  The chatter of songbirds completed the atmosphere.  Marigold's was deep in the countryside.  Nicolette lay propped up in bed, covered only by a sheet, through which her nipples were quite visible.  Emma walked back in from the kitchenette, carrying two cups of coffee, once again wrapped in a towel after an invigorating shower.  "Sit down honey", said Nicolette, patting the bed beside her, "this is where you get to choose, as I promised.  You can walk out of that door, right now, and I promise I, and my gang, will never bother you again.  We won't protect you, but we'll leave you alone.  Or you can come back to bed.  If you decide to stay, then you are mine, and mine only".  Emma looked at the door, and freedom.  Then she put down her coffee, climbed under the sheet, and began to flick her tongue over Nicolette's clitoris.  She had learned a lot that night.  As Nicolette sighed with pleasure Emma looked up and said, "I'll need to call in sick this morning, or Fitches will get me".  "Don't worry, said Nicolette, I've already done it".  "You crafty cow - you knew I'd stay"

 

So it was that Emma became Nicolette's girlfriend.  The head girl had a very efficient bush telegraph and by lunchtime it was common knowledge around the school that Emma Hughes was off limits.  Nobody would dare lay a finger on her now, and even the teachers respected the unwritten rule that Nicolette's special friend was untouchable.  Nicolette realised that Emma was not a lesbian, and said that she would allow her to continue tasting the odd cock now and then, as long as Nicolette knew what she was up to.   But she was absolutely not to fuck any man.  But no girls.  If any other girl dared to go there she was history.

 

To be continued.