Up Nellie's skirt

I was 15. Nellie was in my year at school. I groped her in the corner of the playground.

Some of the best sex I had was when I was at school. At the age of 15 we were all “hormonal’. I remember my cock was as a stiff as a flag pole, and ached, for most of the day. My school was a co-ed, so there were 15 boys and 15 girls in each class.

Most of the boys had their hands up the skirt of the girl they sat next too, and my friend (who sat on the front row next to Amanda Clark) used to boast that he’s been fingering her cunt during the last lesson. She’s taken off her knickers so he could get easy access to her pussy.

The girl who. Sat behind me - Christine - had an older boy friend who was a black guy, and she used to visit his place on Friday night to be fucked by a group of his friends. They were very kind to her. This was not rape and abuse and she really enjoyed being shafted by five big black cocks.
Her friend Sheena once went with them and saw what happened. Sheena did not want to take part, and nobody tried to make her. She felt safe, but was amazed at what she saw. She told us “in secret”. I’ve written about it in another story.

Why was it so good? At that age our bodies were growing and our hormones were coursing through our veins. The feelings were very different to when we were younger, and persuaded the girls to pull their knickers down..

We were on the edge of “forbidden things” and not sure if the girl would allow it, or smack us in the face.

Two of the girls came to us in the school yard and were laughing as they said “we’ve just Jenn in the toilet lighting each other’s tits”.

A girl named Nellie was the centre of our attention. She was a big girl who could take care of herself. She picked the boys that she wanted.

One day, she chose me. At the side of the playground was an emergency door into the gym. The porch was hidden from view, but we all knew we could sneak in there. I saw Nellie was standing in the porch and she smiled at me, so I walked over and stood behind her. She looked out over the corner so that if anyone came she would know.

I can still remember the event. My heart was beating. My throat and mouth were dry. I knew something would happen, but what? How far would she let me go.

I stood behind her. My cock was rock hard and ached with the need to be touched and wanked. I stood close to Nellie’s back and pushed my cock against her bum. Even fully clothed this was hot stuff for me, and I felt it hard to know what to do. Nellie push her bum against my cock. I put my hands on the side of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up his enough to get my hands underneath.

She did not object. I rubbed her naked thighs. Gosh the feeling of her skin was electric to my fingers.

I moved back a little way and gave space for my hands to feel her bun through her knickers. The shape of her butt was fantastic.

Would she let me go further?

My hands moved to the front and i rubbed her belly. Then down to her cunt. Her knickers were still covering her body, and although I could place my fingers over the curve of her mound I wanted to go further.

Nellie was standing with her arms folded. I wanted her to reach back to rub my cock.

I searched for the top of her knickers, but they were tight under her waistband. So I moved my hand further up and under her blouse. She unfolded her arms to give me room to moved. More bare flesh. Too one could see my hands inside her clothes because her school blazer was covering her front. Gosh. This felt good, Could I find her breasts? She was wearing a bra, and as her tits were quite big, the bra was a good fit and I could only get my hand on her bra to feel her breast. I remember that she was very mature for a 15year old girl.

There was a strong feeling of stillness between us. I remember my whole body tingled with the thrill of touching this girl. I wondered how she was feeling.

I could nit undo her bra, so my hands ent back down her bare body and inside her skirt where her knickers were still impeding my hands. I wondered if I could put get my hand inside the leg of her knickers. I tried at the back, and could feel her buttock, firm and round. I moved my hand round then front and got my finger inside to find her pubic hair.

My emotions were raging. Would I be able to reach her pussy? Alas no!

I guess the emotions got to Nellie too, and, and she ruffled her body and walked away across the playground. I was so close, but not close enough. My cock was on fire, so I made a bee-line for the boys toilet and had a wank, shooting a huge pile of spunk into the toilet paper I was using to catch the cream.

I remember feeling aroused, full of desire to do more, and filled with disappointment that my adventure had been limited.

Maybe the next girl would be more accommodating. And she was, but that was another story..