The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... Friday.

"Mr Dunn, I can't do volley ball today, it's my time of the month" she announced loudly and unabashedly.

This was a pretty common excuse for the girls in our year and was generally met with little protestation from the all-male department, either out of embarrassment or ambivalence. Many girls in our school seemingly had biology which resulted in multiple periods per month. It was an excuse that I envied!

Without looking up from the desk, Mr Dunn reached into a drawer and took out a sheet of paper, placing it on the reception desk in front of Danielle. Danielle took the paper and walked towards the tables I was standing staring from. As she did so I noticed him turn to watch her, quite obviously staring at her ass. Perv I thought.

Noticing that I was watching him watching her, he quickly glanced back to whatever was on his desk.

"Shouldn't you be getting changed Mr" he asked "you're due on the playing fields in five. If you're late you do a lap."

Indeed, my P.E. classes for the next few weeks included track & field and basketball and I hated them both. Danielle didn't acknowledge me and she sat down at one of the tables with her back to me. Through the open back of the chair I could see her thong riding up above the waistband of her trousers. It was orange today.

Thinking on my feet I walked over to the reception desk. Mr Dunn looked up from the newspaper that I could now see he was reading.

"Sorry Mr Dunn, I forgot to pack my kit in my bag ...

... this morning." I lied. My bag was in fact weighed down with sportswear, trainers and a towel.

"Dear oh dear, that's not very organised of you. In my day you would have to do it in your underwear..." he paused, creepily glancing back towards Danielle, "but that's not allowed anymore, lucky for you. Do this instead."

He reached into the same drawer as earlier and produced an A4 sheet containing questions and a diagram of muscles with gaps to write the names. He pointed over to the tables with his thumb. Then after glancing at his watch, he folded his newspaper, picked up a whistle from the desk and stood up. As I walked toward Danielle at the tables, he walked out the main door towards the playing fields.

Danielle was now seated at a table with her head in her arms. Her worksheet was discarded to the side - clearly she had no intention of doing the work. As I approached her she stared to her right through the glass windows onto the empty sports hall. I stood over her silently for a second.

"Hey" I said casually, "I have something of yours."

She looked up at me, then looked around - checking if there was anyone else to see us - then with her foot she pushed a chair out from the table next to hers. Clearly I was to sit there.

I put my bag on the floor and sat down, trying to read her expression. I hardly expected her to run into my arms, but figured I might at least get a smile. However she seemed almost nervous - like this was some kind of illicit rendezvous. I ...