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Andrea's Exploits

Having finished my shower and toweled myself off, Chrissie was back and took my hand, leading me across the landing and into a large room; a dorm, single beds along each side, twelve in total.

“These are yours, aren’t they?” she pointed to the dress, knickers, and bra, on the bed we stood by. “They were next to the dress you were wearing, so I figured they’re all yours.”

“Yes, I think so,” I replied. All the girls had been wearing the same white panties, but I thought they were mine; it was my bra, at least.

Picking up the knickers, I sat on the bed and pulled them on; I grabbed my bra and stood up, facing away from Chrissie; she reached around, took the straps onto my shoulders, and fastened the clasp at the back. Her hands wandered down to my bottom, stroking me over my knickers; I loved the feel of the fabric as it moved under her touch.

“You did well,” she said, continuing to stroke me. “Ronnie was quite excited about your being here; George said you were something else; he was right.”

“I’m nothing special,” I countered. “I Don’t think I look pretty or anything; my tits are tiny, my teeth aren’t straight; what’s special about me?

“But you, Chrissie, you’re beautiful, perfect,” I continued, pushing back a little more against her hands.

“Hmm, I think you’ll discover, later,” was all she returned.

Now I was dressed we went down to the dining room; it was large and immaculate, like the rest of the place. Three long tables were in place, only one being ...

... occupied.

There weren’t quite as many people there, perhaps twenty including ourselves, fewer than I thought when we’d arrived a few hours ago, although the whirl of the evening may have distorted my memory.

We saw George and sat next to him. He kissed and hugged me.

“Drink?” he asked, “wine, obviously, soft drink, or….”

“Can I have a very small gin with a load of tonic?” I asked. I didn't like wine.

“I’ll sort it,” offered Chrissie, and she went off to fix the drinks.

“You’re making an impression,” he began. “Veronica’s keen to have you here.”

“Have me here?” I asked.

“Think I can tell you now; this is a girls' school, Andrea, and I’d like you to come here,” he replied.

That explains things, I thought to myself; a non-committal “Ah,” Was all I expostulated.

Not knowing the phrase then, but now TILF would spring to mind, or rather - Teacher, I’d Like to Fuck - might be closer to the mark; an apostrophe can change a meaning…

“So, Chrissie, and the other girls, who were the ‘entertainment’, are pupils here?” I asked.

“Pupils, yes, apart from Jill who’s a teacher here,” he nodded to Jill, sitting opposite. “She likes to be submissive, so joins the girls on occasion; she’s only twenty-two; looks eighteen, doesn’t she?”

How she was dressed, I thought, and no make-up, made her look younger than me. “She’s very pretty,” I said.

Jill smiled; she was about my size, had dark blonde shoulder-length hair, and was also wearing her white dress; she ...