After School Delight Pt. 12

Butmy attention was drawn to another pair.

One of the smaller girls, who happened to be facing away from me, was wearing a smart looking, thin cotton trouser suit in olive green, that attractively complemented her long, almost black shiny hair. The leggings were cropped short about half way up the shin, and being very loose and baggy, wafted around delightfully in the breeze. Around the waist and hips, the garment hugged her tightly, clearly showing every contour of her very sexy and perfectly shaped, pert young bottom. There was also a good deal of the lower back bare, with a deep groove visible at the base of her spine below the matching top, which was like a short, sleeveless sort of jacket with very wide, open sleeve holes displaying her bare underarms and the sides of her breasts as she moved. I recall thinking how absolutely delicious she looked.

She was standing with another, much taller and fairly shapely looking girl with long white hair, who was wearing a bright redhalter style bikini top trimmed in black, that left her back completely bare (apart from the thin black cord behind her shoulder blades), and a surprisingly loose fitting pair of very brief black and red striped shorts.

The pair turned to face me and I instantly recognised the dark haired girl. "Hello Hana," I greeted her with an engaging smile.

As she turned, I was surprised to see the top she wore wasn't a full jacket at all, but merely an open frontedbra like garment, the two smallcups being tied together by a simple thin cord in a bow, similar style to the top that the half-caste girl was wearing, that left the perfectly tanned flesh between her petite breasts completely visible. In fact thecups barely hid her luscious, tiny dark breasts at all.

The girl with her, I had never seen before. She was about five feet tall, a couple of inches bigger than me, with long straight hair that was unusually white in colour, and reached about half way down her back. The front was parted in the middle in a sort of 1960shippy style. Her skin too was extremely pale - almost anaemic looking, and contrasted beautifully against the bright red bikini top, which was very low cut, allowing her ample 'C' cup figure to almost spill out, and with which she kept fiddling, as if she was playing with herself.

"Hello," Hana returned my greeting with a smile. "Have you met Chloe?" she asked. "She's a friend of Geraldine's... from her old school," she explained.

"No, I don't think I've had that pleasure," I replied.

Hana smiled. "You soon will, I feel sure," she told me, grinning.

"How do you two know each other then?" I asked.

"Oh, Chloe has been a regular guest of Geraldine's ever since her eighteenth," Hana revealed.

"Really? The Boltons don't usually wait that long," I sniggered. "And how come she's with you?"

"Oh, Mama asked me to look after her," Hana told me, looking a little sheepish.

"Hmmm... I can see that would be something you might enjoy," I grinned. "I've never seen anyone like you before though," I commented, turning to the girl. "You're so pale, and your hair is so... so white!"

She just grinned and sucked her thumb.

"Her father was albino," Hana replied. "Chloe has inherited some of his... characteristics?" she said, smiling at the girl.

"Hello," Chloe smiled brightly at me. "You're pretty," she said, placing a finger in her mouth, coyly.

"Thank you," I replied. "So are you."

She beamed. "I like your hair," she said.

"Yours is lovely too," I told her, admiring the way it cascaded down over her shoulders, and shone so brightly in the sunlight.

"Would you like to play with me?" she asked.

"Hmmm. Yes. I'd like that," I told her. "Pity you weren't at Ges' Party. We could have had some fun together."

"My foster mummy wouldn't let me go," she said, looking forlorn.

"That's a shame," I told her. "So, what changed?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she replied, looking puzzled.

"Well... you're here now. Why would she stop you from going to a party, but then let you come to something like this?"

"Oh, well, Geraldine's Mama said I don't have to do what she says anymore. Not now I'm eighteen."

"Oh, that's nice," I smiled. "But what if she throws you out?"

"I don't live with my foster mum anymore. Geraldine's Mama said I can live with them."

'That figures', I thought. "So they can both fuck you every day?"

"That's right," she smiled, brightly.

I skilfully managed to hide my surprise at her candid reply. "And, you like that of course?"

"Oh yes," she grinned. "Sometimes Geraldine has some little friends to visit and we..."

"Oh no! Chloe! No! Stop now!" Hana quickly interrupted. "Macey does not want to hear about that," she told the girl, looking embarrassed for her.

'Pity', I thought. I might have enjoyed hearing about what Ges and Chloe got up to with Ges' littlefriends. I could just picture them all in the kitchen, getting in Jenny's way, and Jenny telling them something like, 'Now stop bothering me in here. Why don't you big girls take your little friends up to Geraldine's room and find some naughty game to play. Maybe you can find some lollipops and both eat them while I cook your tea.'

Chloe disturbed my perverted train of thought by replying, "We can play now, if you like."

She was staring intently at me, licking her lips as she slipped the thumb of her left hand into the waistband of her shorts, pulling it forward to allow her right hand to slide right down inside the front. Completely unabashed, she then proceeded to slide her hand down between her thighs, clearly inserting a finger or two into herself, while the newly freed hand slipped up under the bikini top to fondle one ripe young breast, and she stood there staring at me, while calmly masturbating.

"No Chloe," Hana quickly stopped her. "No baby. You cannot do that here," the oriental girl giggled. "We have to wait until we are at the party. She a bit simple," Hana explained in her slightly broken English. "She not understand."

"And tutored by Ges I shouldn't wonder," I sniggered. "Later then." I smiled.

Chloe removed her hand and raised it to suck her fingers as Naomi and Melissa quickly approached. "Need any help with that?" Naomi asked, gathering the confused girl up, just as Sophia and Tamara turned to see what was happening.

They beganshoving each other excitedly as they spotted me.

"You ask!" one insisted.

"No, you ask," the other replied.

"Would you do our hair for us please?" one of them blurted out, as they came running over to greet me.

"Like yours?" the other one added.

I smiled and nodded, feeling flattered. "OK then," I agreed, and the first girl sat down beside me, handing me two small lengths of blue ribbon.

"And you are?" I prompted.

"Sophia," she smiled, turning her back to me as her twin sister looked on. As she sat with her back to me, I felt certain that everyone else would be able to see her blue lacy panties without even trying.

"No Paula today?" I asked, trying not to appear too disappointed. "I thought she was coming."

"Don't worry - she's often late?" Sophia replied.

"Often?" I queried. "How many times have you girls done this?" I pressed.

"Oh, I didn't mean for this," she corrected herself, with a slightly embarrassed laugh. "I mean in general... she's often late for things. This is our first time here," she smiled, nervously.

"We know she wouldn't want to miss this. Not if you're here," Tamara added.

"Would you mind if I watched?" Tamara asked. "We'd like to be able to do this for each other."

"Oh... OK," I agreed.

I was just finishing Sophia's hair when I noticed Wendy walking up. Looking down at the beautiful dark pigtails, the girl's back was now almost completely bare, save for a neat little bow at the back of her neck, and another in the middle of her back, just below the shoulder blades (so many bare backs to admire).

I stared at the tempting sight of her beautiful slender back for a moment, contemplating the idea of kissing it gently, or just pulling gently on one or other of the free ends of the cords.

My pulse was racing.

It worried me a little that I might even think of such a thing with a girl as young as this, but as my sense of right and wrong was about to be truly tested, Sophia twisted her head around to face me, smiling as she bit her lip.

"Do you like me?" She asked.

"Oh God, yes," I replied, moving my face perceptibly closer to hers, and I was about to plant the sweetest, gentlest of kisses on those inviting young lips, but at that very moment, the minibus turned the corner and came to a stop near the bench where we sat.

Sophia gave a disappointed sigh and sat back beside me.

As the bus door opened, I was surprised to see another familiar figure at the wheel. The woman was quite tall, with her almost jet black hair pulled sharply back into a neat pony tail.

By now, several more girls had arrived on the scene, almost all quite scantily dressed, with an array of skimpy crop-tops and tight short pants or short bum-hugging skirts - and my beautiful pig tailed Wendy was no exception.

As she approached I could almost see her panties showing beneath the shortest skirt I had ever seen her wearing, and the hem of the loose, cropped vest shirt she wore only came down a little lower than her delightfully firm, unfettered breasts which wobbled excitingly as she walked. I'd heard the expression 'Two little boys fighting in a sack' many times before, but never had it seemed more appropriate.

We both knew most of the girls now approaching the minibus. However, there were a few that I had seen at school, but never met or been introduced to before. All that was about to change though. Before this weekend was over, we were all destined to becomevery closely acquainted - some more closely than others. It seemed that perhaps there might have been some sort of competition between them, each one aiming to dress more provocatively than any other.

Naomi & Melissa were another pair that caught my eye, both teasingly clad in matching jumpsuits with zips at the front which reached to well below the navel. Neither very revealing, but tantalising nonetheless, and I enjoyed speculating that they were both probably quite naked underneath. Naomi's was a bright cream in colour, contrasting her beautiful clear dark skin, and Melissa's was shocking pink, just like I imagined her pussy would be.

Most of the other girls wore anything that could be loosely described as clothing, but still exposing as much flesh as possible without quite attracting an'X' rating, and looking around at the wares on display I couldn't help feeling a certaintingle in my own special place.

I smiled at Wendy, who also seemed to be enjoying the market place. "Getting started early?" she asked as she reached the bench where I was making the application of the finishing touches to Sophia's hair, last as long as possible.

"Just helping to make them look appealing," I smiled.

"Well, they're both appealing enough for me," she replied, coaxing Sophia up from her seat to make way for her sister, adding, "This pretty little baby is making me feel quite hungry already."

'I know what you mean', I thought. "Haven't you just eaten?" I asked, giving her quite a shocked look as she slipped an arm around Sophia's waist, to the obvious delight of the lovely girl.

"Nothing quite as tasty as this," she replied, guiding the pigtailed cutie away from us, while I began to fashion Tamara's hair into similar braids, and tying them off with green ribbons.

Glancing up I felt sure I saw Wendy and Sophia breaking from a kiss, or was Wendy just whispering something? I couldn't be sure.

"Probably time to get aboard," I suggested, noticing that there were only a few of us not yet on the bus.

Tamara and I got up from our seat to follow Wendy and Sophia toward the steps, as the two new juniors trotted by, and I couldn't resist asking them, "Do you girls do know what we're her for?"

"A Slumber Party," the half caste girl replied, giggling.

"And... you do know what will be happening, do you?"

"Lots of sexy fun I hope," the English girl added with a naughty laugh.

"Well, just you be careful. We don't want anyone having more fun with you than you might be comfortable with."

"Hey, Don't ruin it!" Wendy objected. "I may fancy some fun with those two myself," she interrupted, smiling invitingly at the pair.

"Don't worry," the dark girl responded. "We're up foranything," she replied, winking at Wendy.

'Yes, maybe rather more than you bargain for', I thought.

I couldn't help studying their pert, shapely little bums as they wiggled enticingly, stepping in time, arm in arm toward the bus. Obviously this was well rehearsed for the occasion, and I have to admit the sight made my pussy tingle as I found myself salivating - just a little.

I could just imagine what might easily happen to a pair of unsuspecting young girls like them. I could almost see them being lured into some dark little place by the likes of Jenny, Harriet Stacey, or Polina - or maybe all three?

Or perhaps they were destined to be gifted (or more likely sold) to the boys along the street from Jenny? Maybe all five of the juniors - those two together with Paula, Sophia and Tamara, all at once, as Angie had threatened. Five strapping young lads taking turns and swapping partners with five tender, helpless little minxes. I couldn't allow anything like that to happen - could I? No. I knew I had to keep a close eye on them - or at least try to. I felt I ought to try to protect them - from everyone bar myself of course. All of them - especially Paula. Oh God yes - especially my pretty little, tender little, delectable little Paula.

My God - what was I becoming?

As we boarded the bus, I noticed Chloe had taken a seat at the front beside the brunette woman driver. She was smiling invitingly at her, fiddling with her bikini top, but the driver was far more interested in the juniors ahead of us, studying them very closely.

"Hmmm. Lovely pigtail girls," she commented softly as the three ahead of me passed her.

"Got a new job, have we Polina?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded. "Da," she replied, simply.

"Like it do you?"

She nodded. "This job I get to see many pretty girls..." she laughed, "and, not just watch," she added, twisting around to stare intently at the Patterson twins.

I gave her a disapproving look, although I realised that was probably somewhat hypocritical, considering why I was also there.

As Wendy and I looked for a vacant seat, I counted thirteen other girls already on the minibus.

Sophia & Tamara had taken a seat together at the front, then there were the two new juniors. Behind them were Joanne & Sarina, who I recognised from Ges' party. They smiled and waved at me, and of course I had to smile and wave back or appear rude, attracting a reproachful stare from Wendy in the process.

Suzanne Baker sat alone across the aisle from them, and behind them were Hana and Karen Walker, each of them occupying a double seat. Behind them on the wide back seat were Naomi & Melissa sitting between two new seniors who must have been from Wendy's class. Both were quitefull figured, one of them blonde, and the other of possibly of Afro-Caribbean origin.

Wendy made a point of smiling at them - I suspect to extract some reciprocal revenge for my acknowledgement of Joanne and Sarina.

Wendy and I took our seats, each sharing with Hana and Karen, as Polina came along, counting up. "Oh we are missing one," she announced, just as Paula came running up, mounting the bus steps.

"Sorry I'm late," she gasped, rushing to the back to sit herself between Naomi and Melissa. "I had such an awful job to get away."

Polina smiled at her. "No problem," she smiled. "We punish you later," she added with a laugh - I thought she was joking.

As I took my seat beside Karen, she reached for my hand. I turned to look at her and she appeared a little nervous as she smiled. I thought she just wanted to hold hands - for moral support, you understand - so I smiled back. Seeing that I wasn't resisting, without a word she pulled my hand down to her lap, parted her legs and pressed my palm up under her skirt against the top of her thigh, pulling it right up against her crotch.

She wasn't wearing any panties. She smiled, opened her eyes wide and nodded, then pressed my hand against her bald, moist pussy. Worried, I glanced across to Wendy who was taking no notice of us whatsoever, so naturally I obliged - well, it would have been rude to do anything else, wouldn't it. In reply, Karen's hand moved to my groin, and we spent the remainder of the journey listening to the other girls on the bus laughing and chattering, while we stimulated each other.

Occasionally I would look aside at Wendy (who was clearly more interested in getting to know Hana than what I was doing), then back at Karen, who's eyes were closed and she was biting her lip with pleasure. 'If only I'd known before', I thought. 'We could have had months of fun together. No matter. I'll have her properly this weekend for sure'.

During the journey there was a lot of excited laughter from the other travellers, but at one point I overhead Wendy asking Hana, "Have you got a thing going with Macey?"

"No! Of course not," Hana replied. "She your girl I think, is she?"

'Thank heaven for that', I thought.

Having established that, Wendy now seemed to be up for almost anything with the little oriental girl, but I was still concerned about being discovered, so it was something of a relief when the minibus finally pulled up outside Miss Stacey's cottage, and I gently removed my hand from Karen's groin.

A group of familiar figures stood there waiting for us - most of whom we recognised immediately. Harriet Stacey, of course, and next to her was Jenny, and at the other end of the line stood Polina's slender blonde daughter Alysia with her arm around an attractive, sultry, mid-oriental looking young woman. We would later discover she was Malaysian.

In the middle, flanked by Jenny and Alysia, were Carol and Emily. None of us had seen either of them for weeks, but we would later learn that they were there for just one primary purpose, and surprisingly it wasn't to have sex with as many girls as possible. However, it quickly became apparent that despite this, they weren't averse to a little dalliance in the process.

As the bus came to a standstill, the door opened and Miss Stacey stepped forward to board the bus.

"Well girls," she began. "I must say it's lovely to see all of your smiling faces again."

One girl at the back raised her hand. "Yes Eleanor?" Stacey responded.

"Please Miss. Why aren't you at school anymore?" There was a light sniggering sound from around the bus.

Miss Stacey took a deep breath, then replied, "I left The Grange Academy for Young Ladies last month, to further my career with a new position at Hallfield Boys College."

"Don't you like girls anymore then?" Karen asked innocently. She hadn't intended to imply any lesbian tendency on the part of our previous gym teacher, but her question still unwittingly imitated another round of giggling.

Harriet Stacey fixed a glare on her. "If I didn't," she replied after a moment, "none of you would have been invited to my home... would you," she told the girl pointedly, a stern look on her face.

"Sorry Miss Stacey. I didn't mean any offence," Karen replied in an apologetic tone.

"None taken," Harriet smiled. "Now. Does anyone here not know who I am?"

There was an awkward silence on the bus.