School Adventure Part 1
By Julie A.
I spent most of the year incarcerated in an all girls boarding school a long way from home. As an adventurous teenage wild child, brought by a larger than life thrill seeking Aunt, I hated the boring school life especially on those weekends that were not designated as an exiat. I had lost my virginity in the holiday’s just past. Having just experienced real regular very hot sex, masturbation, quietly in my cubicle, was now far from satisfying.
Like all boarding schools you made sure you kept much to yourself. You didn’t let others know your more private life as girls love nothing more than to spread gossip to look important, to put you down so as to detract from their own foibles. I was not about to confide that I had spent the holidays naked my teenage legs spread taking hard black dick from two African men to the small minded set at school who would love to cause trouble. I did however have a very close friend who I could trust implicitly.
Yolanda was 4 months older than me. Very petite with her blonde hair cut in a short bob she looked about 2 years younger. Yolanda’s looks hid a very wild nature with a thirst for fun and adventure that easily matched mine. She was also a very loyal friend who could be totally trusted. She was the daughter of a Senior Banker. They lived in a lovely house in a very upmarket part of the city. I would go and stay with her on weekend exeats and half term. We were very close. Her father was a very calm man with a lot of charm but his life was blighted by a wife who was a chronic alcoholic. This meant life at home was very tense for Yolly who was glad of my company and my support as well as the fact I never told any tales about her or her family life. As I was non judgmental in any way I was the only person she felt comfortable taking home to see the life she lived behind what appeared to be a very high life. Her mother a slim blond woman who must have been very beautiful in her time was always in a state of drunkenness that made her very unpredictable. She would quite happily walk totally naked into the kitchen when all the staff were there she could be totally reclusive and not be seen for days. The staff were fantastic with her. Discrete, they never made any fuss or acted in a way that didn’t seem as if her actions weren’t totally normal.
Yolly had told me about how she lost her virginity 2 holidays past to a family friend who was staying with them. He was a Lebanese banker. He had been very patient with her working her very expertly to lovely orgasms. Yolly had been a very willing partner in this little tryst as she had wanted to lose her virginity anyway. She thought this was the best way to do it with an experienced man who had made it clear his intentions so all she had to do was respond. Having confided in me about her sexual experiences I felt it was only fair to tell her about my loss of virginity. Yolly was fascinated. She wanted every dirty sordid detail. She wanted to know what African men were like. Did they have big willies as she put it admitting she had masturbated every night thinking of me with the African men. I told her every little detail over and over again.
I also told her of the fun I had, had going into the little town just off the main road some 10 miles from the ranch where there was an African bar with a juke box. I told how wonderful the atmosphere was in a place so bereft of any such entertainment for a young wild thing like me. I told her the music wasn’t exactly current lots of Jim Reeves, Elvis Presley, and some other English groups with lots of Congolese beat but, the buzz of the place was great. Guys danced with you and there was a whole fun air to it as well as an edge and risk that gave me a real buzz. She was really interested as this was a little forbidden thing that I had been able to enjoy.
Over the weeks of boredom we talked so much about sex, Africans and bars that we really wanted to go and have some fun. This of course led to us planning to sneak out of school and find a bar to have fun. The planning thrilled us it was just so naughty, so exciting. We worked out where we could sneak out without any risk of being seen. We planned it for a Sunday as no one checked on anyone after morning service until even song at 7:30pm so we would have plenty of time. We worked out where we could change out of school clothes to our short mini dresses and heels that were forbidden but we kept hidden in our school trunks for weekends out. We planned but, we never really were sure if we would do it the planning was so much fun anyway but, as time went on the plan hardened and we were now committed to our little escapade.
We set our plan for that next Sunday. That whole week we were in a state of high excitement, edgy, alive but jittery as well. The whole thing lifted out lives and our spirits.
On the Friday just before our little escape Yolly was summoned to the Headmistress and informed that there was a family situation that required her to be granted a pass to go home. Her father would collect her early on the Saturday morning. This dashed our hopes. We were down, not only because of what she might face at home, but the adventure was off. I would be alone without my friend. It was a real downer. Yolly left on the Saturday. I prepared myself for a weekend of total boredom. I mixed with some of my other friends but they were not able to make me feel good. On the Sunday after morning service I went back to my cubicle resigned to a day of reading and swotting. I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself looking at the wall when in a rush of madness I decided to go ahead with our plan. I could find the bar then when Yolly was back we could go straight there. This lifted me. I grabbed my civvies which were in a small weaved bag then set off to sneak out of school. I was feeling really high as the adrenalin pumped through me. The risk of sneaking out and the unknown adventure ahead was really exhilarating. I went up to the top playing fields which being just over a large hill was hidden from the school which was also made private by large trees and hedges. This was where some of the girls who were having “affairs” would meet to enjoy some illicit fun. I slipped through the hedge that lined the fields dropped down into the valley below crossing over to the other side. I walked along the valley edge careful to keep out of site. I got to the road which we knew ran past the school and to the point I came to he end of the valley. I looked around then slipped across the road. I knew there was a railway line that ran up the next valley as we heard the trains each day. I found it and looked for a place to change. I felt so alive so excited. Wow Yolly would love this I thought. I went into the bushes stripped off. There was a thrill in standing totally naked out in the open air in the bush. I put on my mini dress and strappy summer wedge heels. I applied some lipstick again not allowed at school. I applied some heavy eye make up wanting to be sure I looked older than I was so they would not suspect I was a schoolgirl. I wasn’t happy with the plain cotton boring school pants but, had no fancy ones so I removed them, tucked them into the weave bag. I hid the bag in the bushes making sure to mark the spot with some rocks.
By Julie A.
I spent most of the year incarcerated in an all girls boarding school a long way from home. As an adventurous teenage wild child, brought by a larger than life thrill seeking Aunt, I hated the boring school life especially on those weekends that were not designated as an exiat. I had lost my virginity in the holiday’s just past. Having just experienced real regular very hot sex, masturbation, quietly in my cubicle, was now far from satisfying.
Like all boarding schools you made sure you kept much to yourself. You didn’t let others know your more private life as girls love nothing more than to spread gossip to look important, to put you down so as to detract from their own foibles. I was not about to confide that I had spent the holidays naked my teenage legs spread taking hard black dick from two African men to the small minded set at school who would love to cause trouble. I did however have a very close friend who I could trust implicitly.
Yolanda was 4 months older than me. Very petite with her blonde hair cut in a short bob she looked about 2 years younger. Yolanda’s looks hid a very wild nature with a thirst for fun and adventure that easily matched mine. She was also a very loyal friend who could be totally trusted. She was the daughter of a Senior Banker. They lived in a lovely house in a very upmarket part of the city. I would go and stay with her on weekend exeats and half term. We were very close. Her father was a very calm man with a lot of charm but his life was blighted by a wife who was a chronic alcoholic. This meant life at home was very tense for Yolly who was glad of my company and my support as well as the fact I never told any tales about her or her family life. As I was non judgmental in any way I was the only person she felt comfortable taking home to see the life she lived behind what appeared to be a very high life. Her mother a slim blond woman who must have been very beautiful in her time was always in a state of drunkenness that made her very unpredictable. She would quite happily walk totally naked into the kitchen when all the staff were there she could be totally reclusive and not be seen for days. The staff were fantastic with her. Discrete, they never made any fuss or acted in a way that didn’t seem as if her actions weren’t totally normal.
Yolly had told me about how she lost her virginity 2 holidays past to a family friend who was staying with them. He was a Lebanese banker. He had been very patient with her working her very expertly to lovely orgasms. Yolly had been a very willing partner in this little tryst as she had wanted to lose her virginity anyway. She thought this was the best way to do it with an experienced man who had made it clear his intentions so all she had to do was respond. Having confided in me about her sexual experiences I felt it was only fair to tell her about my loss of virginity. Yolly was fascinated. She wanted every dirty sordid detail. She wanted to know what African men were like. Did they have big willies as she put it admitting she had masturbated every night thinking of me with the African men. I told her every little detail over and over again.
I also told her of the fun I had, had going into the little town just off the main road some 10 miles from the ranch where there was an African bar with a juke box. I told how wonderful the atmosphere was in a place so bereft of any such entertainment for a young wild thing like me. I told her the music wasn’t exactly current lots of Jim Reeves, Elvis Presley, and some other English groups with lots of Congolese beat but, the buzz of the place was great. Guys danced with you and there was a whole fun air to it as well as an edge and risk that gave me a real buzz. She was really interested as this was a little forbidden thing that I had been able to enjoy.
Over the weeks of boredom we talked so much about sex, Africans and bars that we really wanted to go and have some fun. This of course led to us planning to sneak out of school and find a bar to have fun. The planning thrilled us it was just so naughty, so exciting. We worked out where we could sneak out without any risk of being seen. We planned it for a Sunday as no one checked on anyone after morning service until even song at 7:30pm so we would have plenty of time. We worked out where we could change out of school clothes to our short mini dresses and heels that were forbidden but we kept hidden in our school trunks for weekends out. We planned but, we never really were sure if we would do it the planning was so much fun anyway but, as time went on the plan hardened and we were now committed to our little escapade.
We set our plan for that next Sunday. That whole week we were in a state of high excitement, edgy, alive but jittery as well. The whole thing lifted out lives and our spirits.
On the Friday just before our little escape Yolly was summoned to the Headmistress and informed that there was a family situation that required her to be granted a pass to go home. Her father would collect her early on the Saturday morning. This dashed our hopes. We were down, not only because of what she might face at home, but the adventure was off. I would be alone without my friend. It was a real downer. Yolly left on the Saturday. I prepared myself for a weekend of total boredom. I mixed with some of my other friends but they were not able to make me feel good. On the Sunday after morning service I went back to my cubicle resigned to a day of reading and swotting. I was sitting there feeling sorry for myself looking at the wall when in a rush of madness I decided to go ahead with our plan. I could find the bar then when Yolly was back we could go straight there. This lifted me. I grabbed my civvies which were in a small weaved bag then set off to sneak out of school. I was feeling really high as the adrenalin pumped through me. The risk of sneaking out and the unknown adventure ahead was really exhilarating. I went up to the top playing fields which being just over a large hill was hidden from the school which was also made private by large trees and hedges. This was where some of the girls who were having “affairs” would meet to enjoy some illicit fun. I slipped through the hedge that lined the fields dropped down into the valley below crossing over to the other side. I walked along the valley edge careful to keep out of site. I got to the road which we knew ran past the school and to the point I came to he end of the valley. I looked around then slipped across the road. I knew there was a railway line that ran up the next valley as we heard the trains each day. I found it and looked for a place to change. I felt so alive so excited. Wow Yolly would love this I thought. I went into the bushes stripped off. There was a thrill in standing totally naked out in the open air in the bush. I put on my mini dress and strappy summer wedge heels. I applied some lipstick again not allowed at school. I applied some heavy eye make up wanting to be sure I looked older than I was so they would not suspect I was a schoolgirl. I wasn’t happy with the plain cotton boring school pants but, had no fancy ones so I removed them, tucked them into the weave bag. I hid the bag in the bushes making sure to mark the spot with some rocks.
