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Erotic Recount - The girl with the ribbon in her hair

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As a student at a highly selective but rather large private high school tailored to the wealthy international families that live all over the globe depending on business needs, diplomatic postings, or simply the seasons; it's hard to get to know a lot of my fellow students. Not that I would normally want to. I've always felt like an imposter in high school. Like I don't belong there and I'm going to get caught out at any time. After all, I've been a highly sexually active and proceptive girl for a long time. I'm different from my fellow virginous, hard working, high achieving students. And with my obvious steel slave collar visible around my neck when I'm in school uniform every day, they know I'm different from them too.

But there was this one girl who always caught my eye. I never knew her name. She was simply the girl with ribbon in her hair, the girl that sat across me as I worked my art project in class. She was the girl with freckles sprinkled around the tops of her cheeks and a skirt that was slightly too short for a girl her age. She was the girl with a smile that dazzled and shone above the others, yet a cheeky smile. She was the girl who acted young, like she may not have even have had her first kiss yet. And she was the girl that had light in her eyes. My thoughts were bad; were girls my age thinking these things too? I thought that old horny men only thought these things. Was it wrong? Of course, But did I want to do them, were they more than a wet dream fantasy? I dare to say it - yes.

She sat across me as I sat amongst the other girls, every now and then, briefly taking glimpses at me. I stared at her face, fixated on her youth and beauty. She was uncorrupted, pure and untainted. I was at a young age and youthful too, however I felt almost like a jaded old man as I sat there and fixated on her; her freckles, her smile and her pink, curled ribbon, the epitome of youth. I imagined kissing the sprinkled freckles across her face, her giggle resonating in the background; happiness. I imagined biting her smile, pulling her bottom lip down towards her chin, piercing her lip as it bursts and bleeds down her chin and dripped down on to her skirt. I imagined flicking the brim of her skirt up over her hips, as I pushed her into the corner of the cold white wall, muffling her screams and whimpers against the wall.

Later that night I sat in bed and replayed the bad thoughts over and over again in my head, practically maintaining my wetness from the thoughts all day as they played over in the bad places of my thoughts. That same night, I placed a pillow between my legs and rubbed them together as I began to climax to her thought of her freckles, her smile, her lips and her skirt. I fell asleep soon after and later had the same bad thoughts…

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The next day she sat across from me in the next room, a glass wall divided us, although we glimpsed and smiled at each other throughout the class. After class I entered her room under the guise of studying. “Mind if I join you?”. “Of course!” she said, in her bright and chirpy voice. I sat an arms length from her, however found myself gravitating and shuffling towards her the more we were there together working, inch by inch. It got to the point where we were nearly shoulder to shoulder, brushing our ankles together. We wore the same school skirts, hers were quite a few sizes smaller thought. We wore the same school shirts, but hers hung off her shoulders awkwardly, almost like a toddler wearing her fathers business shirt. I faced her, shuffling my chair so I sat in front of her. I walked backwards towards the rooms door, staring at her in the eyes, kicking the door close behind me. I pulled down the blinds, and paced back towards her, sitting back in my chair as I did before. “You’re a very pretty girl. Did you know that”? She became uncomfortable, not knowing how to respond to my blatantly upfront statement, she awkwardly giggled. “Do you have a boyfriend?” I ask, as my hand finds the top button of her school shirt. “Oh, no. No, I don’t have one”. She replies. “Don’t girls at your age spend all their time thinking about boys? Have you had your first kiss”? I ask. She smirks. Before a word leaves her lips, my hand slams on to her mouth, her lips beginning to shudder, just a little. With the other hand, I continue to unbutton her skirt. She isn't even wearing a bra, her breasts are so tiny one isn't even required. “Shh. It’s okay, you can trust me” I assure her. I release my hand slowly, drawing it towards her wet lips. “I can teach you things that the other girls and boys at school cant. Will you just let me do that, please?” She nods her head in response, and a small smile even appears along her lips.

Does she even know what I’m doing? Does she even understand what’s happening? It doesn’t matter to me. I grasp at the sides of her skirt and vigorously pull it down over her narrow hips, dropping and pooling around her ankles. Her knees turn towards one another, trying to hide her dignity and vanity. “It’s okay” I tell her, as I slowly push her knees further from each other. She's so tiny and I'm so tall that we’re almost the same height when I’m sitting on the chair. “Can I kiss you?” She asks. “Of course. You can taste me.” She takes a hesitant step towards me and parts her lips for my mouth; I devour the taste of her supple lips. I imagine strawberries and cream melting in my mouth as I suckle on her bottom lip, her knee drawing in closer with every suck. I move down along the side of her cheek, tracing her delicate jawbone until I meet the corner and crevice of her ear. I bite down hard on the soft part of her ear, pulling out her earring with my teeth.

“I think we try something more fun, don’t you agree?”.
She gives me a small nod in response.

I move over to the workbench we were using before, placing my bum on to the corner and sliding my hips up over the edge. I usher her over towards me, placing her in-between my legs that hang off the sides of the table. “Have you seen a vagina on another girl before?” I ask her. Giggling under her breath her hand slides towards her own, but her eyes stay transfixed on the mound of my glistening pussy soaking my white panties till they are almost transparent. “Well, you don’t need to be nervous honey. I can teach you!” She perks up at the challenge. I slide my soaked undies off my hips, dropping and hanging around my ankles. I grasp her hand and guide her closer towards me. “You know how we kissed before? Well, all you need to do is that, but on my other lips. Does that make sense?” She gives me a little nod, although I still detect a slight sense of confusion and nervousness reflecting in her eyes. She bends her head down, placing her lips on my sex, swirling her tongue around me. She brings her head up towards me to look for my approval, my wetness pooling at the sides of her mouth and dripping strands that hang down over her chin. “It’s perfect, just keeping doing that.” She goes in for a second time, however with more hunger and drive, devouring me, trying to shove her tongue inside of me. I tilt her head to the side of my hips, her tongue driving deeper into me as her lips wrap around the entirety of me. She just obeys, she’s abustle, not like the other girls. The other girls are as pure as the driven snow. She’s untrodden, a cherry that waits and throbs to be popped; she just doesn’t know it yet. I slide my hips off the desk, grabbing her by the hips and lifting her body up in front of me on the workbench.

“Now it’s your turn to feel good”.

I lean over towards her face to kiss her forehead, and my hand reaches down to her rosebud, slowly inserting my pinky finger inside of her, just not enough to tear her virginity open. I must be gentle.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to taste your sweetness?”. I bring my wet finger up to my lips, smearing it around my mouth and slipping it into hers. She suckles on to my fingers like a baby, my other hand working at her throbbing bud. Her sucks become stronger and faster as my rubs increase. A moan and whimper escapes her lips, her face contorting and confused and she covers her mouth to muffle her moans. “Honey it’s very normal to make those noises! Don be embarrassed or ashamed. It's a happy thing! So don't hold them in okay?” She replies with a small nod. “How about you get on to your hands and knees now?” She nods again and moves on to her hands and knees, her ass pert towards my face. “Now you see this here?”, my finger touching her pink, tight ass. She giggles in response. “I’m going to put my tongue there, but it might just tickle a little bit. So I want you to touch yourself like I was before. Can you do that for me?”. Her hand slides down her tummy to her bright pink rosebud, touching herself as I make my way towards her ass. My tongue inserts into her, her tailed bone curling upwards, her teeth grinding against each other in ecstasy. She opens up side enough that I’m tongue fucking her ass, her moans turning into squeals and groans. “I can feel it building up inside of me.It feels different than when I do it by myself? Is it okay?”, she asks me, concern in her voice. “Uh huh” I respond, as I continue to massage her ass with my tongue. “Oh no, it’s coming. I can really feel it now!”. Her pussy gushes slightly and her ass quivers against my tongue, orgasming and squealing out in pleasure, the noises resonating around the room. I wonder if anyone outside can hear us.

“Now that was a very big squeal for such a little girl! Did you have fun?"
She smirks. She nods.

Postscript: We played a few more times at school. Never really talking or getting to know one another outside our sex in dark corners of our school. Less than two months later her family moved oversees. We've never spoken since.

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