St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School - Sex Stories

St. Anne's Sexy Boarding School

... excited girl greets me – at least I assume it’s nerves and not an earnest need to pee. She’s practically bouncing by the threshold. She’s taller than me by a bit, and she has the most beautiful brown curly hair. It bounces as she moves, and I’m entranced by it from the start. Her face is soft and round, and her auburn eyes peek out from behind thin-framed glasses. She’s beautiful in the way people are beautiful. She has a few zits, and there are bags under her eyes. She’s not an airbrushed model. But when she’s smiling at her, you don’t notice those things. Her face becomes HER FACE, and you can’t help but fall into those eyes. All of this I learned later, as I fell in love with her. At this point, all I learned was her name. “Hello! I’m Val. It’s short for Valerie.” A nervous laugh, a shy smile and an outstretched hand completed the introduction. I took it, and was grateful for the clamminess of her grip. It meant I wasn’t the only one sweating. “I’m Michael.” I was proud of myself – there was almost no waver in my voice. “You seem a bit overwhelmed by all this – here let me help you with that.” That last was directed at the bags I was struggling to get through the door. The room was fully furnished, of course, and most of the clothing I’d be wearing was the school uniform. But I still had quite a lot of stuff – posters, my laptop, fancy clothes and the like – that I’d taken with me. And I clearly wasn’t hiding my nerves as well as I’d hoped. Once we’d wrestled the luggage ...

... in, Val gave me a quick tour of the room. It was generously large by boarding school standards, with one queen bed (hers) and a twin (mine). There was plenty of closet and shelf space for both of us. In an adjoining room was a cramped office with two desks somehow crammed into it. The other door led to a fully appointed – albeit small – washroom with a shower stall (entirely clear glass), toilet and mirrored medicine cabinet. There were little traces of Val in all the rooms. Some paintings of famous ships hanging as posters in the office, a small library on a shelf at the foot of her bed in the main room, and a few cases of makeup and a straightener (which I hoped she rarely used) in the bathroom. There were some odd factoids she dropped too. “The shower has a mechanical plate in it. If one person is in it, you get ten minutes of water. But it there’s two people, you get as long as you’d like.” The purpose of that one seemed fairly obvious. “There’s a bowl of condoms in your top drawer. Mine too.” That also seemed pretty obvious. After my fifteen minute whirlwind tour (punctuated by awkward, overwhelmed silences on my part), Val guided me to my bed. “You’re probably overwhelmed.” I grunted. It was the best I could do. “I felt the same way on my first day.” “I just… I didn’t know what I was getting into. I think my parents didn’t know.” Val blinked. “I don’t think that’s possible. The school is supposed to be very careful with parents. They make sure parents know what they’re ...