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The Girl's School

By: amicus



I need a smoke in the worst way! It had been a busy morning with no time for a break and now I had an hour or more in the middle of the day and my nicotine count was low.

I thought about going outside the main entrance where we came in, but I remembered the remote camera and the big sign, "No Smoking!". Then I thought of going up a few floors to find a roof, but there was a chill in the wind, so I kept going down flights of stairs until I came to a basement area and went snooping around for a likely area to catch a smoke.

I stood in front of a door with four small dusty panes in the upper half and tested the knob. It creaked as it swung open; my kinda place I think.

It was very dim as my eyes tried to adjust and I didn't see a light switch or pull chain and I probably would not have turned one on anyway. I took slow careful steps into the room amidst the stacked boxes and file cabinets, turned around a large stack and caught a slight movement up ahead and to my left.

I came to an abrupt stop, wondering who or what might be roaming around down here anyway.

"Uh, hello, somebody down here?"

No answer. I took a few more slow steps and called out again, the same words in a louder voice.

After a breath or two, a timid girl's voice. "Wh, who are you, what are you doing down here?"

I still couldn't see anyone up ahead but I could determine the direction the voice came from; I faced that way. "With the Doctor, upstairs, making rounds. Looking for a place to smoke."

She stepped out from behind a pillar of wood several feet in front of me, dressed the same as the hundreds of other girls I had seen upstairs; white blouse, little blue vest, pleated skirt that fell just below the knees, standard school uniform. "Oh! You got an extra one? I mean, ah, you won't, ah, hurt me or anything, right?"

I smiled and stepped forward as I reached into my jacket pocket and took out the package of cigarettes and held them forward. "I didn't think anyone would be down here, I won't hurt you, I'm not into little school girls anyway." Well, that wasn't all true, I had to avert my eyes from some of the older girls all morning long.

She took the package and shook one out and put it between her lips and handed them back. I took another step, lit my lighter and held it out to her. She kept her eyes on me as she drew on hers and still, as I lit one and inhaled deeply and sighed. She made the same sound and took another deep drag. We stood there staring at each other for a moment as we enjoyed the inflow of tobacco smoke.

"I'm not such a 'little school girl', ya know, I finally get out of this place in a couple weeks, out in the big wide world to college."

I took her in with my eyes still fixed on her face. Tiny, petite, same uniform as all the others but just white stockings. I looked and saw her shoes placed nicely before a dusty looking couch and then looked back and tried not to look at the small mounds of her breasts partly hidden by the little vest she wore. Her hair was up and under the same kind of little beret type hat that all the girls wore.

"You picked a good place to smoke, I think."

She smiled. "Yeah, I come down here a lot, no one has ever caught me in years. I thought I had a stash of smokes down here, but damn, just the empty package!"

I smiled back at her, I liked her voice and her posture, chin up, right in your face kind of girl. "Happy to have found this place and glad to oblige with a smoke."

We both sized each other up for a moment. "You look awful young to be a doctor."

"Just the assistant. Med student. I do blood pressure and line the girls up, keep records, I just help."

She smiled and colored and looked a little coy somehow. "I wondered. There are no men anywhere in this school. Even the cooks and janitors are women, some of us haven't even seen a man for months."

I chuckled. "Yeah, I was curious as to why a lot of the girls were giggling and pointing at me all morning, I understand now."

We both smoked hard, keeping a bright orange glow working at the tip of our smokes. She dropped hers and started to put it out with her foot and thought better of it. I dropped mine next to hers and put them out with my foot.

"Do you think I could have another one, please?" She looked up at me wide eyed.

I smiled and lit us both another one. She reached for hers and took another deep drag and then wobbled off towards the couch. "These are really strong! I got a nice little buzz going!"

Her skirt had risen a little as she plopped down on the center of the couch. I smiled as she tugged it down and then looked up at me with a mischievous smile that said, 'I saw you look at me.'

I felt my face color and I turned away and looked around the tiny space.

She followed me with her eyes. "Not much to see down here. I tidied things a bit. I used to hide the butts in a soda can under the couch, but no one ever came down here that I know about."

I bent down and saw the can under the couch, pulled it out, retrieved the two mashed butts and put them through the opening and sat the can down in front of the couch.

"You mind if I join you? Been on my feet all day."

It took an instant for the smile to appear and only after she glanced to each side of her at the available space. "No, I don't mind, go ahead." There wasn't all that much certainty in her voice, but, I went ahead, turned and lowered myself slowly just to the right of her. We were very close to touching and she flinched and moved slightly further away.

"If this bothers you, ah, I don't have to sit."

There was a little grin again. "No, you're fine. Just, ah, I haven't been this close to a guy in years, it's kinda weird."

I looked into her eyes, close enough now to see the light blue green and clear white, slightly oval shape. She had a nice face, very nice. "Years? How long have you been in this school?"

"God! Forever it seems! Since like fourth grade, I was nine or ten I think."

"Don't you get to go to other schools for events and stuff, you know, coed schools where there are guys?"

"Nope, never in all the time I have been here. We sometimes get other schools come here, but girls only, never a single guy."

"Don't your parents take you home for the summer or something?"

"Most of the girls leave for the summer. Not me. My mom met some rich guy and they moved away. He paid for my school and everything else, but, me, no, they got other things going I guess." She seemed suddenly to be a little self conscious and reached up with one had and removed the little cap and shook her hair free. It was long and not blonde, but light and settled on her shoulders.

"Your father?"

"Never knew him, he left when I was real little. I used to get birthday cards and stuff, but not for years."

I tried to put a soft look on my face for her. "Hey, I'm really sorry. It is nice to have a family around sometimes."

She turned away and didn't say anything. I felt I should put an arm around her shoulders and I even lifted my arm to the back of the couch, but I didn't touch her.

She slowly turned, still looking directly in front of her. She spoke in a quiet pensive voice. "It's okay. I got used to it. Thanks for saying that, that's nice of you. In a way, it's better for me. Since it never happened, I no longer expect it to and I can concentrate on making my life into something."

She finally turned and looked into my eyes. She wasn't on the verge of tears but they were some of the saddest eyes I had ever seen, I risked it. I pushed my arm behind her shoulders and let it rest lightly. She blinked and turned her head toward my arm.

"Why did you do that?"

I went even a little further. I gently put my hand on the side of her head and exerted a little pressure. "Rest your head on my shoulder."

She looked back into my eyes. "Why should I do that?"

I took a deep breath. "You sound so alone in your voice. I want to give you a hug and show you that you are not alone, if you will permit me."

She blinked rapidly. You don't even know me. Why would you feel, ah, want to do that for me me?"

I sighed. "I am studying to be a doctor. Someone who helps people. People need physical contact, they need to be touched and loved and made to feel that others care for them. I can give you at least that, if you want."

She closed her eyes. "I have never had a man's arms around me, never. Never even been this close to someone. I don't know..."

We both sat silent and still for a few moments, I lowered my hand to just rest gently on her upper shoulder. She slowly lowered her head to rest on mine and took a deep breath. I drew in her scent and her warmth.

"You smell, ah, different...." I could barely hear her.

I smiled. "You smell really good to me; girl, clean girl, just a little fragrance of something, maybe shampoo..."

She did a little giggle. "They don't allow us perfume and stuff. But you, gosh, I never 'felt' a smell in, ah, like my stomach before, it feels really strange to be breathing you in this close and I can feel or hear your heart beating, wow!"

She sat up, slowly, lifted her stocking feet, rose a little and sat back on her legs and adjusted her skirt again, then leaned back on my chest. Her arm moved tentatively then went back to her lap with the other one.

She moved her head slightly, seeking a more comfortable place for her cheek, I sensed she wanted to be closer.

I squeezed her shoulder just a little. "My name is Tom, I'll bet you have one too."

"Danielle, but I don't like it."

I thought for a moment. "I think that is a lovely name, I like it, why don't you?"

"Not sure. I think cuz my mother called me that, and 'Dannie', and I don't want to ever be called that again."

"Oh." I thought for a moment again. "What name do you like, what would you like to be called?"

"My middle name is Nicole. I like that. When I go to college, that is what I am going to use."

"Hello, Nicole, it is a pleasure to meet you."

She sat up and smiled, "Hi, Tom! Nice to meet you too!"

Then she sat back and closed her eyes. "Can I ask you something, Tom? Gosh, it feels funny to say a guys name."

"Sure, anything, ah, Nicole. I just wanted to say your name again."

She kept her eyes closed and I could see her struggling for words. "Can I, uh, trust you? I mean, ah, I don't know what I mean. Ah, I have never had anyone kiss me and I am going off to college and I just think I should know about kissing but, I don't know. It doesn't seem right to just ask."

I smiled, I had already been thinking along those lines but I knew I couldn't say anything. "I would be honored to be your first kiss, Nicole, I really would, but...."

She opened her eyes and turned to me, the innocence evident. "What was the question in your voice, ah, Tom?"

I smiled and felt my face color. "Kissing can be just nice. It can also be fun and exciting, Nicole and even more..."

She just blinked her eyes. "More...?"

Now I was stuck for words. "Well, I don't think I can tell you that part, it is something you have to feel, I think."

She just shook her head. "Well, I mean, I don't know how to kiss someone. That was all I was, well, kinda wondering about, not the rest of it, I don't know about any of that."

I looked into her face and wanted to kiss her now. "Would you like to try?"

"Yeah, but, ah, if I don't like it....ah...?"

"Then I will just stop."

She blinked. "You will? Ah, okay, what do I do?"

I smiled at her and took a deep breath, lowered my arms around her and began urging her towards me, she let me arrange us until we were comfortable, almost facing each other while still sitting on the couch.

Her eyes were wide and we were both breathing harder as I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face.

There was a look of surprise in her face. "Uh, why is my heart beating so hard and my breathing? Gosh!"

I smiled and let my finger caress around her chin. "That is part of what I didn't have words for, sometimes it doesn't happen between two people, sometimes it does."

"Oh." She opened her eyes wide and took several deep breath's to regain control.

She closed her eyes as I leaned closer to her face. I smiled and decided and then lightly kissed her cheek and across to her ear and then up to her eyes, they were open again, I kissed them closed and continued kissing her face, softly, feeling the texture of her skin.

She pulled back and blinked at me, there was color in her face and she was breathing faster again. "You are kissing everywhere but where I thought you would! Is that normal?"

I smiled and pulled back a little but kept my hand on her face, tracing around her eyes, her cheek bones, her jaw and then her lips. She quivered slightly under my hand.

"I am starting to think you are a pretty good kisser and you are, ah, I don't even know, but it's kinda scary how I am feeling."

I smiled and leaned toward her again. 

She kept her eyes open. "Ahm, I am trying not to breathe in your face, but I hate just breathing through my nose. What am I supposed to do?"

"Open your lips just a little, wet them with your tongue and breathe right into my mouth."

She blinked. "Is that what usually happens?"

"Yes." I leaned forward again and felt her breath rushing out as I kissed the corner of her mouth and then her lower lip and then the other corner. She made a little gasp as I lowered my lips to hers and I looked into her eyes as I moved my lips slowly on hers.

I pulled back slightly and looked into her eyes. "It is better if you kiss me back, Nicole."

She blushed even more. "I don't know how..."

"Same thing I was doing, just move your lips on mine."

She kept her eyes open for a moment as I lowered my lips to hers and I felt her cautiously try to answer my kiss. It didn't take long at all and she was soon gasping and pulling away from me with open mouth and wide eyes.

"Oh, my God! I felt that down to my damned toes!"

I smiled. "Me too. I'm glad you didn't tell me to stop."

"Oh! I didn't want to stop! But my heart was trying to jump out of my chest and I couldn't catch my breath, and oh, my God, why didn't you tell me?"

I smiled a big smile. "Because it doesn't always happen that way between two people."

"It doesn't? Why not? How do you know?"

"You don't, Nicole, that's why every time I go out with a new girl it is a mystery waiting to be solved."

She blinked a dozen times rapidly, and her eyes were one big question. "You go out with a lot of different girls?"

I blushed. "Yeah. I'm in college, don't have a steady girl. I used to but..."

"Wow. Do I have a lot to learn!"

She leaned back, closed her eyes and folded her arms across her chest under her breasts. I knew that gesture.

She rocked slowly back and forth. "Do you want to kiss me again." She did not open her eyes.

"Yes, Nicole, very much."

"Oh. Will it feel like that all over again?"

"I think so, yes...and...."

"And what....?" This time she opened her eyes but did not look at me.

I sighed and looked away from her. "Nicole, I want to be honest with you. I might touch you, I already wanted to."

She turned and looked at me. "Touch me.....where...?"

It almost hurt to see so many things in her eyes. "Everywhere, Nicole, everywhere."

She blushed deeply and turned away. She took a deep breath. "I'm not stupid, Tom. I knew that. I know that. I felt that kiss everywhere. It's just that I don't know if I should feel that way or if I want to, or if I want you to touch me. It really scares me."

"I know. I should probably leave now, Nicole, I know I should."

But neither of us moved and neither spoke a word.

It seemed like a long time later. "I really liked the kissing, you kissing me, me kissing back, it was so exciting....maybe....?

"I will stop, if you tell me to, or even pull away."

"I know you will Tom. I know it."

We got into position again and faced each other. Her eyes were wide and everything started up all over again.

She gasped. "Even before we do anything, oh, my!"

She began making little sounds and almost impatience I thought, as I let my hands go up and down her arms and into her hair while my lips loved her face as I had before. When I finally lowered my lips to hers she took them hungrily and her hands came up and pressed me down to her and she returned kisses as hard as I gave.

We just naturally slipped down on the couch and my hand naturally gravitated up her side and across the soft cotton of her blouse to a breast and closed gently around it. She made a slight sound and lifted to my hand and slipped her arms under mine and around my back. I moved a leg over and rested it between hers, she moved and accepted my leg and sighed again.

When I put my face hard in her neck and lifted my thumb and circled the hard nipple beneath her clothing she made another sound and sought my mouth with hers and kissed me deep and frantically, then pulled away, panting for breath.

I took my hands away and rested one on each of her arms above the elbow and rested my head on her shoulder as we both sought enough air to inhale.

"It's like the kissing...I didn't want you to stop...but...I am so...I don't know...excited and out of breath....and...."

More quiet as our breathing slowed.

"You touched my breast...and your leg....was, ah, pressing on me..."

"I didn't feel like you were trying to pull away..."

"I wasn't. I knew what you were doing. I knew what I was feeling. It scared me, it still scares me."

"Do you want me to stop, Nicole. I can. I should. I know it."

"Do you want to stop, Tom?"

"No, Nicole. I don't but..."

She lifted a hand and ran it through my hair and touched my face. "Are all girls this scared the first time? I mean, thinking about it...if you had just kept going, I would have just let you, I think, but now...thinking of what might happen..."

"I think that is how it usually happens, Nicole, people just get all caught up in the excitement and it just kinda happens."

"Oh. And I stopped that when I pulled away..."

I lifted up and framed her face with my hands. "I think you wanted to make the decision, not just let it happen, Nicole. I think that is you, but, I don't know, can't know what you are thinking."

She smiled up at me. "I haven't a clue to what I was thinking or even what I am thinking now, Tom. But I sure like all that has happened so far, I just never dreamed...."

I sat up and looked down at her. I unbuttoned the white smock I was wearing and pulled it off my shoulders, she watched every move I made. I loosened my tie and removed it and began unbuttoning my dress shirt.

I stopped and looked down at her breasts. She immediately understood. "You want me to....?"

"I want to see you and feel my chest against your breasts."

She colored. "You do?"

"Uhuh."

"Oh." She lifted her hands and loosened the small string tie at her throat and pulled it loose and then unbuttoned the top button as I finished and pulled my shirt off.

She stared and my bare chest and let her hands fall away to her sides. "I can't"

She closed her eyes as I leaned forward. "May I?"

She didn't answer or even nod her head. But I did finish unbuttoning her blouse and then I pulled it out of her skirt and framed her face with my hands again.

"I hate trying to unhook brassieres..."

She opened her eyes and twinkled them at me, sat up, unbuttoned the sleeves to her blouse and slipped out of it, reached around behind her, then slowly took her hands to the straps and lowered them over her shoulders and stopped, still hidden from my eyes, her face colored.

I leaned forward some more, put my hands on her arms and slowly lowered myself upon her chest again. We lay that way, quiet for a while.

"They're not as big as some, but okay, I guess, I am so shy, I'm sorry."

I kissed her lightly. "Don't be sorry, you should be, Nicole, I think you are wonderful..."