Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Goodbye, Miss Granger - Part 3

... he does.” Belinda smiled at her own joke and kept holding my gaze in an attempt to convince me of her superior wisdom, and it worked. I reached under my skirt and peeled my panties off. “Satisfied?” I said, tossing them in the hamper. “Nope,” she chirped, turning to raid my jewellery box. “But you will be!” I put on the red shoes and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t an ensemble I would normally choose. With my hair in a pony-tail, the skirt and blouse looked kind of prim and innocent, but the red pumps somehow made it coquettish and sexy. “It’s missing something,” I said, turning back and forth, trying to work out what it was and also trying to get used to feel of the skirt swishing over my bare bottom. “These!” Belinda presented a pair of red pendant-earrings and a broad, bright red hair-ribbon. She held up the earrings to my ears and looked at me in the mirror. She was right (of course), they tied the shoes in and emphasised the whole virgin-sexy vibe that had begun with the skirt-without-tights combo. I started applying makeup while Belinda worked on my hair, though I don’t think it saved much time because she had to stop brushing for the fiddly bits – lipstick, eye liner, mascara. She re-tied my pony-tail higher than I normally do, making it point up at an angle before dropping down. It looked kind of … Perky? Playful? Instead of practical, which is the only reason I ever tie it up. Belinda put the earrings in and tied on the red hair ribbon just as I finished my ...

... makeup and I was ready with three minutes to spare. If I was going to be seeing more of Kevin then I hoped this wouldn’t set unrealistic expectations about how long it takes to get ready to go out. I looked at the final product in the mirror. It was me (of course), in my clothes, with my hair and makeup … but it looked like someone else entirely. Someone really sexy. It was the juxtaposition, the demure skirt versus the bare legs and sexy shoes, the school-girl hair-ribbon versus the sexually suggestive red lipstick and earrings. Those combinations created a tension – a frisson – that was somehow sexier than a flat-out slinky dress and come-fuck-me boots. “Oh, wow!” I whispered. “That’s different.” “I call it ‘Slutty Sunday-School Teacher’,” Belinda said, smiling at me in the mirror. “You still have time for that nervous wee. I’ll go watch for Kev.” I turned to face her and felt a lump rising in my throat. I was so excited about seeing Kevin again and so thankful for the way Belinda was playing mother-hen; all of the urgency and emotion was building inside me and coming to a head. I wanted to thank her but I would probably start crying, so I just hugged her instead. “Thank you,” I mouthed in her ear, squeezing harder; I don’t even know if she heard. Chapter 5 – Needs a Man’s Touch Kevin was a few minutes late. Not that I was holding him to his fifteen minute promise, but I felt kind of proud on Belinda’s behalf of what she had achieved in so little time. I was also keyed up and ...