Next morning I awoke, Chrissie had risen earlier, and I was alone in the dorm. My white dress had been taken and replaced by a school uniform, folded neatly on the chair by the bed, along with a toothbrush; they thought of everything. I began dressing. There was a note pinned to the skirt, telling me to wear the knickers I had worn yesterday, to drink a large glass of water, wait ten minutes, and then come to the classroo...

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 bee...

My first exploit of note happened days after my sixteenth birthday. My lover George took me away for a weekend at Halloween. We went to a pub on Dartmoor, a proper spooky place. We had a lovely meal and spent the evening in the bar; George knew a few people there, and at about half ten, we retired to the room. It was a change to be just the two of us as my friend Angela was part of our group, and we shared George, but her...

As I said earlier, Susie and I discussed a multitude of different things as we finished our lunch.I could tell that Susie was still in a fairly high state of arousal as we went and paid our bill before making our way back to the car.I suddenly thought just what a luck lad I was, 18, fairly well-off financially and with a gorgeous little 16 year old schoolgirl holding my hand. Not only was this gorgeous little girl a schoo...

As if by some pre-conceived signal, Susie and I both woke at the same time - half past bloody four in the morning!!!As there was little or no hope of either of us going anywhere at that time of the day, we just crawled under the covers of my bed and went off to sleep again.By the time we finally did waken up, it was almost nine, making Susie gasp, "Fuck, Donny, I'll be late for school.""Do you really have to go?" I asked....

In my senior years at school, I just loved watching girls playing netball in their short skirts and a wide variety of colours of cotton knickers. I have to admit, though, that navy blue, bottle green, maroon and plain white were my strong favourites.One girl in particular caught my eye. Susie was sixteen going on seventeen and went to the local Catholic Girls High school where they wore a bottle green gymslip, bottle gree...