Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... alcoholic slut, who needed to be either broken down to her component elements and rebuilt into someone else, or removed from their house and lives forever.

When she’d first arrived, Barb had tried pretty hard to get kicked out of True Light the way she had out of all the others, but True Light was different. They understood that escape was not a punishment, and that their reputation among parents hinged upon being the never-fail place you could contain a troubled girl who had been kicked out of everywhere else.

In her first week, Barb had stayed awake and on her feet in a featureless room for five consecutive days (a school record), rather than join prayers so she could go to bed.

After that, it was like nothing could touch her. She eventually shelved the idea of getting expelled, and instead started to revel in the idea that no matter what she did, no matter how much punishment she incurred, True Light was never going to be able to get rid of her any other way besides putting a diploma in her hand on graduation day.

There was a certain freedom in that, I supposed, though it took a person tougher than me to take advantage of it.

Barb had once made me put my hand on her bare rear end in the dark of the dorms at night, just to show me what all the canings had done to her skin. It was like touching a leather purse.

“Seriously, though,” said Barb, releasing a snort of smoke through her nose, “I kind of like Saint Val. Stain glass windows have a lot of worse ...

... role models than him.”

“Well, if we find anyone who needs a secret, not legally binding wedding,” I said, “we’ll let them know where to go.”

The ember of Barb’s cigarette glimmered as she took a draw on it. Her eyes did the same, as she let the smoke out through smiling lips.

“Oh, I think I’ve already found them,” she said.

Her gaze flicked between Hannah and myself.

“Ha,” I said, and followed it up with a little actual laughter, of the nervous variety.

Hannah did the same.

And then the laughter was over, and the moment was still going, and now we had to deal with that.

“No offense,” I said, trying to keep the mood light, “but isn’t this all a little sudden?”

“Sudden?” Barb laughed. “You two have only been joined at the hip,figuratively, of course,” she rolled her eyes, “for the last four years. When you’re not finishing each other’s sentences, you’re planning out your whole future together. How’s it going to go again? You’ve told me a million times.”

“I’m going to be a reverend,” I said, suddenly feeling more guarded about it than the last million times.

“And I’m going to be the music director,” Hannah added in a small voice. “And we’re going to get our own cottage or apartment somewhere, where we can serve the same congregation together.”

“Just the two of you?” Barb prodded her.

I reached out and squeezed Barb’s free hand, trying to root her to us.

I knew that Barb couldn’t wait to leave True Light School and the whole church behind, ...