The Danielle Discovery - Sex Stories

The Danielle Discovery

... This could be a fatal error, but it was done now.

Thinking all this through in my head, I wasn't aware that I'd been staring at Danielle in silence for a few seconds now.

"Well? Fuck off then!" she snapped.

Ever the charmer, the dismissal shook me to my senses and I walked back into the building. The ball was in her court now. Moving quickly back up the stairs and along the corridor, I ducked past the door to the classroom, repeated the sound effect on the toilet door then returned to class. The teacher caught my eye as I entered and sat down, making a head motion as if to ask if everything was OK. I nodded, placed a headset back on my head and continued listening to a French conversation about grocery shopping.

The rest of the day dragged - all I could think about was whether Danielle would take the note I had written directly to a teacher when she read it. Although I reassured myself this was unlikely as, by the law of the playground, that would make her a 'grass' and I was certain Danielle's moral compass would never allow her to sink to that level! Also of concern was the possibility she would share it with others in my year (or even some older brother I didn't know existed! (I would later discover this worry was actually mildly prophetic.) However I comforted myself that this too was unlikely. Danielle, to my knowledge, had no siblings or friends - at least none I'd ever seen her with - and in common with the teachers, most of the girls in my year also ...

... thought Danielle was a bitch, meaning they were unlikely to interact with her. When the final bell rang at the end of the day and I had not received a summons, I was satisfied the note had not been shared.

The following morning I was on my way to physics when I saw Danielle moving from the opposite end of the corridor in my direction. (There was a one-way system in place in school corridors to aid traffic flow which Danielle obviously took no notice of.) I stared at her to get some inclination of what she thought of my proposition but she didn't even make eye contact. Instead, as she passed by, she shoulder barged me and at the same time thrust something into my hand. It was an impressive hand-off, worthy of any decent spy film I thought to myself. As desperate as I was to read the crumpled note she had passed, I estimated that the risk of doing so in public was way too high, so I placed it directly into my pocket and carried on to physics class.

The class dragged on intolerably, as the paper continued to once again burn a hole in my pocket. When the bell rang to sound the commencement of mid-morning break I went straight to the toilets. Ordinarily I would never set foot in there during break or lunch since they were, I imagined, full of people doing all sorts of things liable to get them in trouble. However, I needed somewhere private to read the note and a toilet stall seemed the safest option, with an easy means to destroy whatever may have been written on the paper.

I ...