EVEN THOUGH the First Formers allowed me to put another load of clothes on after an hour, I was stripped, humiliated and stony broke twenty minutes later. By then, we were all virtually asleep where we sat, and not one of us heard the unnecessarily loud quadrangle clock strike three.
I awoke stiff and cold, and experienced a moment of panic as my legs refused to move.
"It's all right, Miss," a voice came softly out of the gloom. "You've got a heap of girls on top of you." I could dimly make out Valentina sitting on the edge of the next bed, feeding Arthur. "I'll give you a hand after this. Another five minutes and he'll be full up."
The girls were surprisingly heavy. I couldn't move a muscle. Not even a tit. I was half lying on my right one, and my left seemed to be trapped somehow. I tried to pull it free, but something — or someone — had a firm grip on the nipple. It seemed like a good moment for a resigned sigh.
There seemed to be at least five pairs of legs and arms sprawled on Helvetica's bed, not counting mine. Feeling around, I could only find four tousled heads. "That's all we need," I muttered.
"S'matter, Miss?"
"One of them hasn't got a head. Her mother is going to be very annoyed."
"That will be Geraldine's, Miss. It will be buried in someone's crotch somewhere. She likes to bury her face in her friends. We don't mind really: Geraldine gives great nose." Arthur snuffled and decided he'd had enough. Valentina wiped his little face with a handful of industrial paper towel and cuddled him to her. "Shit, Miss, breast feeding is rilly-rilly lovely. You ought to get yourself a baby and try it! The only trouble is, he's only had about half a breast, and my other one is nearly bursting." She laid the baby on the bed and fetched a breast pump from her bedside table. A soft purring noise started up, accompanied by low moans from the young mother. "Oh, woo-woo-woo," she said quietly, out of consideration for her sleeping classmates. "This is even better than sex!"
She was exaggerating, of course. Besides, how could she know? She'd only done it with the kids from the village football team. Admittedly, she'd done it more times than I'd had hot dinners since she'd developed her pair of hyper-jugs a year or so ago, but still only with the kids from the village football team.
I was still trying to fathom out how to liberate my left breast from this Chinese puzzle of girls.
"There's one on top of it, just there, Miss. Move her and you'll be able to see where you are."
I prodded the girl, who remained stubbornly asleep. "She won't move."
"Put your tongue in her ear," Valentina advised me.
I stared at her. She nodded.
It tasted a bit waxy, and it was a weird sensation, but it worked a treat. The girl rolled over, snorted, babbled a few words and went back to sleep again. One down, four to go. The second one was much easier. A skinny blonde girl, she needed only a slight nudge to make her slither down the slope of my breast and curl up like a kitten on the bed.
The next one was lying on her back, and her spectacular moons projected vertically upwards without a trace of droop. She had a curiously beautiful little face.
"Go on, Miss! Kiss her!"
The effect was devastating and immediate. My tongue was literally hoovered into a sweet mouth. Sharp little teeth tried it out for texture and apparently approved it, as another tongue, more agile than my mid-twenties one, came probing into mine. It was going to be a close-run thing which of us swallowed the other one first. The problem was solved when the girl sat up, flung her arms around my neck and poured a succession of the wettest, sloppiest kisses I had ever felt all over my face and neck.
"I love you, Miss Lundberg," she howled, then released me and curled up in the foetal position with one hand out of sight in her loins.
"Miss Lundberg?"
"Mandy's a bit strange, Miss," Valentina shrugged.
That left just two girls: Helvetica and the crotch-obsessed Geraldine. Now that most of the other clutter was out of the way, I could see what went where. It went to some fairly surprising places.
Helvetica was lying on her side, her massive, sportswoman's thighs spread widely. Geraldine had insinuated her face from beneath, so she couldn't get away even if she wanted to. Somewhere in there, my nipple was stuck fast.
"Just pull it, Miss. It will come out now."
"It's stuck," I complained.
"Pull harder!"
"It's not meant to stretch that much!" But it was coming, stretching, certainly, but gradually being released. It came out with a satisfactory plop and my breast flopped to the bed between my knees. "It's all wet," I observed.
"Of course it is. You know where it's been."
"You don't mean ... in Geraldine's mouth?"
"Guess again, Miss!"
Viewed in the cold light of day, the First Formers' moons were too preposterous for words. "You will have to be punished, all of you," I chided them sternly.
Most of them began to cry.
"No, Miss." Valentina put her hand up and waggled it around for attention. "Punish me. It was me."
"It was I, Valentina."
"No, Miss," she assured me. "It was me. I done it."
"Did, Valentina. Did, did, did. I did it!"
"No, Miss. It weren't you."
I gave up. "You will write out, in your best handwriting, ten thous ... fifteen thousand times, 'I Must Not Rub Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew Two — Now With Added Puff — On My Classmates' Moons', not forgetting the capital letters."
The girls gasped at the staggering severity of the punishment. Valentina was a slow writer. It could take her years.
"No, Miss. That's wrong. It's not Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew Two — Now With Added Puff — any more."
"It's what?"
"It's not ... whatever. It's just plain Puff now."
"Puff? What do you mean?"
Helvetica broke in to explain. "None of the other stuff works properly."
"None of it," said Valentina. "It's all been mixed wrong, Miss."
"Mixed wrong, Miss. It's got bad ingredients, and they've used cow and sugar instead of girl..."
"'Stead of girl, Miss, and they put in loads too much Speeder-Upper..."
"Upper and left the Slower-Downer out..."
"Downer-out, Miss. So once we found out that it works..."
"And it does..."
"It does! We rounded up all the old stock we could find, and got rid of it."
"Rid of it, Miss. There was tubs and tubs and tubs of it, all over the school. Not any more."
"It's all gone."
"Where?" I asked, reasonably enough.
"We threw it away," said Helvetica evasively.
"Where?"
"It's gone, Miss," Valentina reassured me, not very reassuringly.
"Where?"
"You know that big vat that used to be in the lab? We put it in there, and dragged it out into the woods. Nobody knows where it is, Miss."
"Except you?"
"Erm, not even us, Miss!"
"You what?"
"We went out there to look for it yesterday, and it's gone."
"Anyway," Helvetica said brightly. "It doesn't matter, 'cos Puff works, and it's the Real Thing. That's all that matters."
The girls soon had their first glimpse of the lovers who had kept them awake all night. At morning assembly, presided over by Miss Meadowlark, Smegs and Angelica hovered at the back of the stage, holding hands and making cow-eyes at each other.
By the time the first classes were due to start, Smegs had accompanied her lover down to the lab to say goodbye for the next hour and twenty minutes.
The Juniors of the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group discovered the two of them in a deep embrace. The girls gasped to see that their Miss Grimbo had removed her bra, presumably so she could press herself close enough to Miss Mountains to exchange deep and meaningful kisses. The two teachers' groins were pressed so close together they were almost behind each other.
As the unnecessarily loud clock struck nine, they broke their kiss and stepped back, still holding hands, noticing for the first time the appreciative circle of young girls standing around them, blushing and sighing, their Puff-enhanced moons practically leaping out of their overloaded bodices.
The pain of parting was so intense, it took almost ten minutes, and only when a Fifth Form girl came and literally dragged Miss Mountains away to her Sexual Positions (Bisexual) class did Angelica reel to her desk and slump down, sobbing distractedly.
"She's gone!" she wailed to the bewildered class.
"She'll be back, Miss Grimbo. She's only gone to Senior Sex."
"You'll see her at break time, Miss!"
"You've got milk dripping out of your shirt, Miss Grimbo."
"Milk?"
The black silk shirt was sopping wet with milk, where the teacher's staggeringly huge breasts hung some way below the level of the waistband of her scarlet latex skirt. For once, the girls were at a loss as to what to do. Industrial paper towel seemed such a waste, somehow. Fortunately, Valentina produced a breast pump from her bag, and the rest of the class period was occupied with showing the teacher how to use it.
At morning break, the two lovers were united in the quadrangle, beside the fountain, and Miss Mountains cupped Miss Grimbeau's superlative rump and raised her from the ground with the passion of her embrace until the two of them tumbled headlong over the low parapet into the icy water.
They spent the rest of the morning wrapped in blankets and shivering.
The afternoon was a similar story. It was almost three-thirty and Miss Grimbeau was preparing to dash back to their little love-nest to douse her armpits with smelly deodorant and lie in wait for her inamorata, when one of the Juniors spoke up.
"Do you like dancing, Miss Grimbo?"
"Dancing? Why?" She looked anxiously out of the window. Almost time to make love. She was getting wet just thinking about it.
"We're due for a field trip, Miss. Some of the girls last year were saying they went on a field trip for Dance Appreciation. They went to the ballet, Miss. Some of us want to be ballerinas, Miss."
Miss Grimbeau stared at the would-be ballerina. She was about four feet nine, built like a small brick shed, with gigantic thrusting breasts crowned with the First Form trademark Puffies. Her calves measured something like twenty-eight inches.
"You want to be a ballerina, Sophie?"
"Yes, Miss. Like my big sister."
"The rest of you, are you interested in ballet?"
A murmur of voices indicated general agreement for a field trip.
"Dancing, then, some other sort?"
The voices sounded more enthusiastic.
"How about a trip to a disco?" Miss Grimbeau slithered into a sinuously mobile-hipped movement which failed fully to take into account her current bust size and lack of an adequate bra. She clutched at Helvetica for support.
"Sounds good, Miss Grimbo!"
"All right!"
"Sure, why not?"
"Yo the man!"
"When can we go, Miss?"
"This week, Miss?"
"We could go to Billygoat Jack's in Borcester!"
"What's Billygoat Jack's?" Miss Grimbeau asked innocently.
"They have boys there," said Helvetica hopefully. "And music."
It sounded like a recipe for a good evening.
"I'll have a word with Miss Mountains about it."
That sounded like a recipe for a good evening as well.
"Billygoat Jack's? Whose idea was that?" Smegs sat bolt upright, her ears erect.
Angelica shrugged, an interesting sight. "One of the girls. Helvetica, I think."
"And they want us to take them there? To Billygoat Jack's?" Smegs thought about it for a while. "I suppose we could. Although they're a bit young."
"Yeah, but they don't look young. They're all out to here somewhere. Dressed up properly, they'd pass for eighteen at least."
"I s'pose they'll be all right. We'll be looking after them, after all. When can we go?"
"They want to go this week. On Friday night."
"Friday night in Borcester? Do you know what they are suggesting? The place will be practically throbbing. There will be testosterone flowing in the gutters."
"Some other night, then?"
"No, Friday sounds okay!"
"This Friday? To Borcester? It's absolutely out of the question!"
"Cee! We've promised the girls now. We can't let them down."
"You had no business to promise them anything of the sort, Megan. Borcester, on a Friday night! Whatever next? Billygoat Jack's! You know what the place is like?"
"Yes."
"So do I. It is simply crawling with men!"
"Hmm. That's what I heard. You need men for dancing, Cee!"
"But not for Junior girls! They're far too young to go gallivanting around with horny young men."
"They're mentally two or three years older than boys their own age, Cee. And physically, ten years older."
"Just because they've been messing around with Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew Two — Now With Added Puff —!"
"It's not called that any more. It's just plain Puff."
"That's neither here nor there. You can't go."
"I'll see the headmistress..."
"Close the door, Smegs. I am so tired this evening. I didn't get a wink of sleep last night. It was far too noisy."
"You should wrap a pillow round your head," Smegs said unkindly. "I've had to do it many a time when you and Corinne were sleeping together."
"That's beside the point. Corinne told me you were coming to see me, and why."
"Oh."
"You can't go to Billygoat Jack's. It's out of the question."
"But, Shannie..."
"No, Smegs. No, no, no!"
"But we promised the girls..."
"That's all right. They can go with Miss Grimbeau."
"They can...? Am I hearing what I think I am hearing?"
"Miss Meadowlark said you can't go to Borcester. I am supporting my Support and Mobility Mistress in this. She says you can't go, so you can't go. It's as simple as that. I'll go with Angelica!"
"You? But you're off sick. You're not fit to go to school, so you can't go to Billygoat Jack's either."
"I have decided, Megan."
"Bollocks, Shan..."
"Megan! Enough!"
"It's all sorted, Cee. I did as you said and put my foot down. She argued, of course, but I stood firm."
Good! Thanks, Shannie. It's good to have your support in this. So it's all off, then?"
"Yes. I'm going with Angelica and the girls instead."
"You're...?"
"You don't have any objection, surely?"
"Objection? Are you out of your tiny mind, or what?"
"What?"
"You cannot be serious!"
"It was on the line. Chalk flew up!"
She looked at me in a strange manner. "You're sick, Shannie!"
"That's what Smegs said."
"No, I mean you need attention. You ought to see somebody and get yourself seen to."
"That's why I want to go to Billygoat Jack's," I pointed out.
"You're not going, Shan," said Corinne quietly and dangerously. I love her so much when she talks like that.
"Oh, Ceeeeeee!"
"No! You're signed off work for another week. Stress. A night with Angelica wouldn't help you, believe me!"
"It would..."
"No. You can stay here and keep Megan company. I'll go to Billygoat Jack's with Miss Grimbeau and the girls! It's a special treat for the girls. And to make up for it, they can have an extra session of Sex on the Saturday morning."
The lights went out in the dorm. Helvetica lay still for ages, waiting for the unnecessarily loud clock to strike the half hour. Then she gave it another five minutes, counting the seconds in her head. Safe at last. She leaned over the edge of the bed and felt for the tub.
She couldn't feel it. She leaned further out, and groped again.
Nothing.
"Damn." She had a tiny Maglite under her pillow. She fished it out and clicked it on, then hung over the side of the bed and shone the light underneath. Valentina's startled face stared back at her.
"What are you doing under my bed?"
"Nothing!"
"What are you doing with that tub?"
Valentina clutched the tub closer, sliding it behind her. "What tub?"
"That one there!" she grabbed at it, but it was out of reach. "It's mine. I need it."
"So do I. And so do the others."
"Not as bad as I need it."
"We do!"
"Don't."
"Do!"
Helvetica reached for it again.
"I can't talk to you with your face upside down," Valentina hissed. "Come out to the bogs."
"All right. Bring it with you." Helvetica stuck the Maglite in her cleavage and followed Valentina out of the dorm.
"We all need another dose of it," declared Valentina, setting the tub down on the floor and sitting on it, legs wide apart.
"So do I. Mine have been itching all afternoon. And they're getting smaller again."
"It doesn't show."
"They are. An inch smaller than this morning."
"Yeah, and an inch bigger than last night!"
"That's not the point."
"It is."
"'Tisn't!"
"You know what I think?"
"What?"
"It's addictive. Like drugs."
Helvetica gasped. "No! It can't be. They'll send us to jail."
"Nah, it's harmless enough. All it does is make your tits itch. So you put some more on, and they stop itching."
"And they get smaller if you don't..."
"No, they get bigger if you do!"
"They don't."
"How big are yours now?"
Helvetica blushed prettily. "Forty-something!"
"They've been forty-something for weeks. Forty-what?"
Helvetica mumbled, "forty-eight!"
"Shit, Vets! You're huge!"
"I'm not. I was forty-nine this morning! They keep getting smaller."
"But they'll be fifty by morning if you cream them now. You'll be bigger than me soon."
"Not really. I've got a broader back than you. But if I don't cream them now, I won't last until morning. They itch, Tee!"
"Oh, all right. Just this once." Valentina dismounted from the tub and prised off the lid. "Take a handful each and we'll do each other's. We might as well have some fun while we're doing this. And afterwards, I've got this great idea...
"What do you mean, she won't let you come, Meeg? What will I do without you there?"
"Shan's jealous as hell. She wants to go instead."
"I shan't go, then!"
"You have to. You promised the girls you'd take them." Smegs sighed heavily. "It's only for one evening. I suppose we can enjoy ourselves later, in bed."
"But it will be hours, Meeg! Without you! Just me and a bunch of busty kids and Miss Gruntworthy."
"Shan's okay. She's a good laugh. You'll be okay. Just think, it could have been worse. You could have been in for an evening with Old Grumpy Titlark!"
"GOOD NEWS, GIRLS!" Angelica flounced into the classroom and flung her books down on the desk. They slid off and descended to the floor in a fluttering pile. "No, leave them there," she said airily to the half dozen Juniors who had begun scrabbling to pick them up.
The First Form were pleased. Miss Grimbo seemed in a good mood this morning. Judging by the disarray of her clothing, she had come to class directly from a steamy session with Miss Mountains. Those closest to their teacher wrinkled their noses in confirmation.
"Good news for all you Dance Appreciation fans," Angelica said again. "We're all going to Billygoat Jack's on Friday night!"
"Hey, all right!"
"Way to go, Miss Grimbo!"
"Man!"
"Yowza, yowza, yowza!"
"That's the Good News," Angelica announced.
Silence fell.
"The Bad News is that you've got a class on the Saturday morning."
A groan went up.
"It will be a Sex lesson. Practical."
On balance, the girls were pleased. A Saturday morning of Practical Sex? Things could be worse. Meanwhile, there was Billygoat Jack's on Friday night. Questions seethed through their young heads. They needed a spokeperson, and this was not a task for the Form Head. Sally Chung gladly allowed a more streetwise candidate to take over her role.
Valentina waved her hand. "Miss! What are we going to wear? Do we have to go in school uniform?"
Angelica gazed helplessly around the classroom. Somehow, school uniform seemed singularly inappropriate for these thirty Junior girls. Their skirts were hiked up to reveal far more creamy thigh than was advisable; their blouses were improbably stuffed with such remarkably inflated bosoms that Angelica could have sworn they were growing bigger every morning.
She looked at them again.
"What is the matter with you all? Have you got fleas in the dormitory?"
Embarrassed, the girls stopped scratching at their bosoms. Five seconds later, they began again, more furiously than before.
"Their tits itch," said Valentina in a voice full of sympathy.
"They've got itchy tits," Helvetica elucidated.
"Itchy tits. Maybe it's something in the water."
"Something in the water, Miss. Their bras are making their tits itch." Helvetica leaned back in her chair, her hands linked behind her head. Her breasts pointed at the ceiling like twin rockets. She had to peer round them to see the teacher.
"Yours don't itch, Helvetica?"
"No, Miss. Mine seem to be okay. Yeah, mine are okay, all right." She ran her hands down the sides of them. The experience seemed to please her, as she shuddered uncontrollably and bit her lip.
"And neither do yours, Valentina?"
"No, Miss. But I'm breast-feeding, Miss."
Angelica was unsure what the significance of this might be, but it seemed to have a certain basis in scientific fact. Unerringly, using her clear analytical mind, the teacher put her finger on the flaw in the argument.
"Helvetica isn't breast-feeding, though, is she?"
"She's netball captain, Miss."
Helvetica nodded. She was indeed netball captain. And her tits didn't itch.
The rest of the class seemed to have become worse. They were rubbing and scratching at their blouses, their own and their neighbours. One girl was rubbing her bosom against the corner of her desk, another had got up and rubbed hers against the wall. Little whimpering noises filled the classroom. Things were in danger of getting out of hand.
"Stop it! All of you, sit down. Stop scratching yourselves. Now. At once!"
The scratching stopped, reluctantly. The whimpering continued at a lower volume.
"Please, Miss." Helvetica pointed to the girl next to her. "Wendy's still scratching hers, Miss."
Wendy took a guilty hand out of her blouse. So did half a dozen other girls, who had stopped openly scratching. Instead, they had their hands inside their blouses, inside the cups of their bras, even.
Clearly, they were not going to be able to do much work today. "You'd better all go and see Nurse," Miss Grimbeau announced. "You have got to stop scratching before Friday. There's no way you can go to Billygoat Jack's like this."
"Mum's too busy to see this lot," said Valentina in her role as daughter of a caring professional. "I'll tell you what, though. I've got some cream that stops itching. We can rub it on the girls if they like."
A chorus of howls showed that the girls would like.
"That's kind of you, Valentina. Have you got enough to treat the whole class?"
Valentina looked around the classroom, which had started scratching again. Blouses were open to the waist and whole hands were disappearing into chubby cleavages. "I think I've got enough. But it will cost them some money, Miss. We can't do it for free."
"We can easily arrange that, I'm sure. Do you have any of this cream now?"
"In the dorm, Miss. Shall I fetch it straight away?"
The hubbub increased. "Get it, get it!"
With a broad wink at Helvetica, Valentina rose from her seat and sashayed to the door, her hips wiggling ridiculously from side to side, her fat breasts bouncing hugely. "See ya later, okay?"
"Good mor-ning, Miss Meadowlark!"
The First Form stopped what they were doing and greeted their temporary headmistress.
"What's going on here, Miss Grimbeau?" Corinne demanded. Well might she ask, although it was pretty clear that whatever was going on, it was not the officially advertised subject — English Literature (Erotic).
"The girls have itchy breasts," their teacher explained.
"I wonder if you would step outside for a moment, Miss Grimbeau. Sally Chung, will you maintain order in here, please?"
Angelica followed Corinne out of the classroom. "It isn't what it looks like, Corinne."
"I should hope not. It looks like an orgy. These are Juniors, Angelica! Why are they all topless, rubbing each other's breasts? They're not supposed to do that for another year at least."
"I told you. They all had an itch this morning. Most of them, anyway. Sally Chung didn't, and nor did Valentina and Helvetica. All the others, though, and they were scratching so bad we couldn't do any work. Fortunately, Valentina offered to sell them some cream to soothe the irritation. It seems to be working."
"Valentina offered to sell them some cream? For how much? Where did she get it?"
"Fifty pence each. It seemed reasonable enough. The girls can afford it. Helvetica collected fifty pee from most of them, and she's got IOU's for the rest. I suppose Valentina got it from the sick bay, her being Nurse's daughter an' all."
"It's not hers to sell. And God alone knows what's in that cream. Was it in a jar? Did it have a label on it?"
"No, it was in one of those big plastic tubs. Sort of a bulk pack. It's still in the classroom."
"They've mixed it themselves! It could be anything. It could be Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew Two — Now With Added Puff!"
"It's not called that any more, Cee, it's just plain Puff now."
"Why does everyone keep telling me that? What's it matter what it's called? If they're creaming those girls with Puff, they could all end up with fifty-inch busts like Helvetica Bold!"
"Fifty-one, she said, Cee. She's grown again this morning."
"See? They're obviously abusing Sexual Chemicals, those two. Probably Sally Chung as well. You've got to stop them. Get back in there and sort them out, Angelica! We can't have eleven and twelve-year old girls under the influence of banned substances at a disco in the middle of Borcester!"
"You mean it doesn't matter about Helvetica, then?"
"What?"
"She's still only ten."
"You're seeing too much of those girls, Angelica. Your twisted logic is getting as bad as theirs! Sort them out now. Whatever you do, they mustn't have itchy breasts and their moons mustn't be any bigger by Friday when you all come with me to Billygoat Jack's!"
"Yes, Miss Meadowlark. I'll do it right away, Miss Meadowlark!"
"And send Valentina up to see me after tea this evening — with that tub of cream! I need a word with that young slut."
Such was poor Angelica's emotional state that it wasn't until an hour had passed that she realised what Miss Meadowlark had said to her.
"What was that for, darling?" Smegs gasped, picking herself up off the floor.
Angelica peered at her anxiously from the top of the staff room table where she was sprawled without a stitch of clothing on her gorgeous body. "Sorry! I forgot I had my finger up there. I just clenched my fist without thinking."
Smegs inspected herself for damage to her nether regions. "Wow! Warn me before you do that again!"
Angelica swung her legs over the edge of the table and sat there rocking slightly backwards and forwards. "I won't do it again, I'm sorry! But I just had a sudden thought."
"No! Please do it again. Just warn me first. Anyway, what was the thought you suddenly had?"
"Corinne is coming to Billygoat Jack's instead of Miss Gruntworthy. She told me this morning."
"And you only thought about it just now?"
"It didn't sink in. She was saying loads of other stuff at the same time. But she said, 'when you all come with me to Billygoat Jack's', as if it's her field trip, not mine. It's like she's taking over."
"The way she's taking over everything else round here," muttered Smegs grimly. "Everything except teaching. She's gone out again this afternoon. Another one of her meetings."
"I bet she's got a boyfriend somewhere!"
"Meadowlark? A boyfriend? She wouldn't know what to do with a boyfriend if he came up to her and bit her on the clit. She's a raving lezzie." Smegs moved closer and stood between Angelica's thighs, placing her hands behind her neck.
They grinned at each other with a great feeling of mutual squidginess.
"I love you, Meeg." She felt Smegs's hard body quiver as she placed her hands on each side of her waist. "Oooh, I do." She cupped the tight buttocks and pulled her close. The heat and scent of their bodies mingled. "Meeg?" Angelica lowered her eyes.
"Yes, Puss?"
A new pet-name. Puss! She looked up at Smegs, opening her eyes wide and fluttering her lashes for maximum effect. "On Friday night, there will be boys there. We'll be looking after the girls an' all, making sure they don't get into any trouble, but what about me?" She pouted deliciously. "Who will look after me? I'm only little."
Smegs looked as if her mind was reeling. "Little? You're as big as Meadowlark, or as near as makes no difference. You're bigger than Sally Chung and Valentina and Helvetica..."
"I know, but they're all so ... I dunno, they're just kids, but they all seem to know more than me. Valentina's got a baby, even! They make me feel like I don't know nuthin'."
"Oh, Puss, Puss!"
"Meeg? You know all these things we do together now?"
Smegs was busy, her mouth full of turgid nipple. "Mm-hmm?"
"I've never done it with a boy. Am I still a virgin?"
"Hmmm-mfmmm...!"
"Meeg? Where are you?" Megan's face was somewhere out of sight beneath Angelica's achingly full breasts. A sharp tongue was probing her navel. She was becoming very wet indeed. "Meeg? Why have you started calling me Puss?"
There was no reply, only a wet lapping sound like a thirsty dog attacking a bowl of water.
She stroked the cropped blonde hair at the back of Smegs's neck. This big, capable woman would look after her. What did it matter if she was technically a virgin or not? She leaned back and moaned softly, feeling the Angelica-milk already trickling down the undersides of her heavy breasts, and the appalling wetness between her big thighs where even her own sweet Mee-gan couldn't drink fast enough to keep up with the flow of Grimbeau-juices.
"Oh, excuse me, ladies!"
By the time Angelica had opened her eyes, Miss Lundberg had backed out of the staff room and dashed off to find somewhere more private.
"Thank you for calling St Cat's High School for Growing Girls, Valentina speaking, how may I help you?" Valentina removed the handset from her ear and stared at it in bemusement for a moment before putting it down. "No fucker there," she grunted, and reclined in the headmistress's revolving chair with her feet on the green leather-topped desk. As a gesture of respect, she had kicked off her shoes, revealing her somewhat off-white ankle socks. "You sent for me, Miss Meadowlark?"
Corinne had completely forgotten her appointment with the stacked First Former when she hurried into the office. Miss Labia had gone home long ago: her paperback library was stacked neatly beside her computer, which was sheathed in a plastic dust cover. But there was a light on in the inner office, and Corinne was scandalised to see Valentina lording it there at her desk. Well, ladying it, perhaps. And yes, it was Miss Gruntworthy's desk, anyway.
And as if it wasn't bad enough finding the girl sitting there pretending to be headmistress, she could see right up her skirt as far as her chubby little tummy.
"Valentina! Get out of that chair at once!"
"The phone kept ringing," Valentina explained amiably. "Mostly heavy breathers, but I took a couple of messages for Miss Gruntworthy, and three for you. The same bloke every time. I told him you was on a heavy date somewhere. That's his number, there." She pushed a sheet of paper across the stained leather. A jumble of numbers was surrounded by doodles and squiggles, almost exclusively featuring grossly overdeveloped girls. "Have your chair," Valentina said, getting up. "I've kept it nice and warm." She busied herself pulling her shoes on, without undoing the laces.
Corinne sat down, shuddering slightly. The chair was warm all right, and if she was not mistaken, noticeably moist. She took a deep breath. The smell of warm girl was strong in her nostrils.
"Well," she said with an effort. "What's this latest mischief?"
"Mischief, Miss?"
Corinne nodded towards the large plastic tub on the corner of the desk. "That stuff you sold the girls to rub into their breasts. Is it Grow Cre... I mean, Puff?"
Valentina giggled. "Of course not, Miss! It's just plain old cream. No Puff agent, no Grow, no Love, no Fuck, no speeder-upper and no slower-downer. Just Cream. It's very soothing, though." The girl's voice was like husky treacle.
"Where did you get it?"
"Made it, Miss. With Helvetica Bold. We thought it would be a good idea to have a supply of plain cream around for the other Juniors to rub on themselves. We didn't want them using the Real Thing, did we?"
"So you mixed this stuff, using school chemicals?"
"Of course! Never mind, Miss, we'll get the money back. Vetsy only collected about eight pounds: most of them couldn't pay at this time of the month — they need to keep a few quid by for sanitary protection. Those ScatPax ones they give us are crap if you've got heavy flow."
Corinne wrestled the conversation back on course. "How do you know it's harmless, anyway?"
"This stuff? It's harmless enough!" Valentina prised off the lid and dipped a hand into the contents. She smeared a drop on to the end of her nose and giggled at the teacher. "See? It's just ordinary face cream stuff. Quite tasty, too!" and before Corinne could stop her, she had licked her finger with every sign of enjoyment. She continued to suck at her finger without taking her eyes off the teacher, grinning lasciviously the whole time. "Mmmm, it's nice. I lied about it having nothing in it, we did put some ejac in there to give it a bit of flavour."
"Ejac?" Corinne was horrified. "You mean ejaculate? Boy's or girl's?" She hadn't meant the question to come out quite like that.
"Does it matter, Miss?" Valentina's face was all wide-eyed innocence. "Do they taste different, then?"
"Of course they ta..." Corinne stopped short, trapped. "It doesn't matter what they taste like."
"If you say so, Miss. I know which I prefer, personally. Try some?" She held out a finger, daubed with cream.
"Certainly not! Put the lid back on at once!"
"I know, Miss. It must be the smell that does it. Once you've tried it, you're hooked. It's just like a drug, Miss!" Dreamily, Valentina wiped the last of the cream off her finger on the side of the tub, then replaced the lid with an air of regret. Suddenly, she opened the top half dozen buttons of her blouse and reached into the murky interior. A fat breast plopped out into her palm, crowned with a well-chewed nipple. "Excuse me, Miss!" Her eyes closed as she massaged the last of the cream into a horrendously-swollen areola. "That's better," she sighed at last as she put herself away and fastened a couple of buttons in a token gesture of decency.
Corinne stared at her and swallowed a lump in her throat. "Aren't you...?"
"What, do the other one? No, I don't think I'll bother."
"But what if that one breast grows bigger than the other one?"
"No, I told you. It's just plain cream. With a bit of ejac!"
Corinne rose to her feet to pronounce sentence. The chair followed her and tucked itself behind her knees, forcing her to half sit down again. She subsided into it and it scooted backwards, colliding with the wall and almost decanting her on to the floor.
"I had the same trouble with that chair," Valentina laughed. "I don't know how Miss Gruntworthy can sit on it, not with the size of her danglers."
"Never mind the chair," snapped Corinne, wishing she could forget it so easily. It had spun round so she had to shout over her shoulder at the Junior girl.
Valentina innocently got up and took several paces to her right so she could still see Miss Meadowlark's disappearing face. "Ah, there you are," she said as Corinne completed one rotation and started on another, slightly faster.
"Get out. You can ... leave that stuff behind."
"Okay, Miss." Valentina headed for the door. "I'll be in time for some supper. It's boy, by the way!"
"Boy?" Corinne asked as she came round again.
"That ejac in the cream. It's boy's." She slipped out of the door, then remembered something and put her face inside the office again. "I don't know which boy, but if it's really important to you, we could find out. But I reckon they all taste the same."
Later that evening, Corinne thought about it long and hard before shoving the tub back beneath her bed. "Nonsense," she muttered to herself. "How could it be addictive. She said it's only plain cream, with a little bit of boy ejac." She fell to her knees and pulled the tub out again.
The lid was tight.
She thrust it back under the bed.
Valentina's husky wench's voice came back to her. 'I reckon they all taste the same.'
Corinne tugged the tub out again and wrenched the lid off in a single motion. She plunged a hand into the cool cream and slapped it on her naked breast. "Ooooh, wowee! It feels so ... Sheesh!" She was unaware of it, but she was echoing the words of Angelica.
"Ooooh!" Corinne rubbed the cream in until it was absorbed, glowing and tingling. She took another handful and sploshed it on the other breast. It felt even better. With a feeling of elation and well-being, she put the lid back on but left the tub on the floor beside the bed in case she need to do it again during the night. There were traces of the cream on her fingers. She could see Valentina's lascivious face as she licked it all off. 'They all taste the same!'
There was a knock on the door and it opened cautiously.
"Oops, sorry, I didn't realise you'd be saying your prayers."
Miss Lundberg closed the door behind her and dashed off to find somewhere private.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Valentina's mouth flopped open.
"What else could I do? You took the other tub away to give to Miss Meadowlark. They were all bleating on about their tits itching like crazy. I was rubbing mine because I'd got smaller again. So I had to give them something to rub on, didn't I?"
"But, Vets! Not the Real Thing! You gave them Puff!"
"They've had Puff before, Tee. It won't do them any harm."
"No? Have you seen the tits on those girls lately?"
"They're not as big as us."
"Not yet. How big are you this morning?"
Helvetica blushed prettily. Valentina always seemed to be asking her the same question. "Oh, a bit bigger. I got smaller again last night." She always seemed to be giving her the same answer.
"How big, Vetsy?"
"Fifty-three!"
"Jesus, Vets. You're an inch and a half bigger than me now, with those moons of yours. You can't go on like this. And you can't let the others loose with this stuff. You know what Miss Grimbo said about Miss Meadowlark giving her a real good ticking off. She said if any of us get any bigger, we can't go to Billygoat Jack's on Friday. We're going to have to mix some more of the gazebo."
"The what?" Helvetica stared at her friend blankly.
"You don't know nothing. Gazebo. It's what we call it in the medical profession when you make something that doesn't work, but everybody else thinks it does."
"Most of our stuff's like that," said Helvetica.
Valentina rummaged in the top drawer of her bedside cupboard. "Oh, no! We've run out of ejac!"
"All gone? I thought we had another three bottles."
"Only two here, and they're both empty. Just a dribble in the bottom of this one." Valentina took the top off, sniffed the contents, and raised it to her lips. "Mustn't waste it," she said, and raising the bottle in a silent toast, she glugged it down. "Wooo. Tasty! You know, some of it does taste better."
"Does it?" Helvetica had never had the opportunity to develop a taste for the stuff. "There was quite a lot in there. We could have used it. You didn't need to drink it all."
"You've never swallowed come, have you, Vets, dear?"
"Helvetica reddened. "No. So what?"
"You'll learn. Once you start, it's all like joined together. Like a raw egg. You can't stop."
It sounded seriously unpleasant to Helvetica. "Well, it's gone now. What can we use? We can't just leave it out."
"Can't you do some?"
"I'm a girl, Tee!"
Reluctantly, Valentina decided this was neither the time nor the place to explain. She sighed heavily. "We'll just have to improvise. It's only a gazebo, after all."
Angelica looked at the clock. Five AM already. Smegs had finally gone to sleep at around three after nibbling on her lover's nipples and rude bits for what had seemed like two solid hours. Smegs was now kneeling on the bed, still fast asleep, her bottom in the air, her head on the pillow. Angelica was wide awake. She nuzzled closer to her dear loving friend's pudenda and marvelled at the sheer complexity and luxuriance of their wrinkled purple-brown flesh. She slipped a couple of fingers between Smegs's thighs, bringing a deep sigh of contentment from her, and a slight adjustment of her sleeping position.
Now, with her knees further apart, Smegs's labia and everything hung down freely to its full length. God, she was enormous down there! And so tasty.
"I want to move in with you permanently," she whispered. Smegs slept on. "This little room of yours is too small for two big girls like us. We need somewhere much bigger, with a kingsize bed. But how can we arrange it? We could knock that wall down and make one big room out of these two. A funny shaped room it would be, like a long narrow passage. Not ideal, Meeg!" Angelica sighed. Perhaps if she spoke to the headmistress, they could find a more suitable room somewhere in the school, just for the two of them. "Oh, Meeg! How can I ask Miss Gruntworthy? She's jealous. She thinks I've stolen you from her. I haven't, have I? We're made for each other."
Angelica pressed her face to Smegs's intimate region, feeling a burning blush in her cheeks at what she was doing. She didn't remember falling asleep, but then, you never do.
"What are we going to wear tomorrow night, Tee?" Helvetica was worried. She had never been to a night spot before.
"Not school uniform. They wouldn't let us in. We'll just wear our smartest stuff."
"What, the summer frocks we got for the pre-School Presentation Garden Party? Mine won't fit me anyway. I had hardly any boobs back then."
"I don't think that's really suitable, no. Just skirts and tops. Or you could borrow my monster T-shirt dress. You'll easily fill it, the size you are now. What size are you this morning, anyway?"
"Oh, Tee. Why do you keep asking me? I got smaller again last night, before I rubbed the cream on."
"You still used the Real Thing, I noticed. What was wrong with using that gazebo we made for the rest of the class?"
"We didn't want to use it all up, did we? Besides, I'm not happy about rubbing that other stuff on my chest. It's got pee in it."
"It's all right, pee's clean. You can drink it if you're in the desert and you get thirsty. Anyway, it was your own pee, after all!"
"It still doesn't seem right, somehow. I'll see if it has any effect on the others first before I try it on myself."
"And you avoided the question!"
"What question?" asked Helvetica innocently.
"The same question I ask you every morning. How big?"
"Fifty-four."
"Hmmm. Only an inch. You're slowing down. Maybe that's as big as you'll get."
"It's probably more than big enough if I have to play netball. They're ever so bouncy now, even with these big puffies on the ends."
"As long as you can get them into my monster T-shirt dress. You'll look enormous! Mum wouldn't let me wear it. She said it made me look like a cheap tart." Valentina delved into her wardrobe and brought it out into the open. They both looked at it. It was a very rude dress indeed.
"Wow! Let me try it on, quick." Helvetica was already shrugging out of her school blouse. "What will you wear, anyway?"
"I've got a silk shirt and my shorts. The shirt ought to stretch enough to fit me, still. Some of the other girls are going to have a problem, though. Golly, look at you!"
Helvetica planted herself in front of the full length mirror. "Shit, Val! I'm enormous!"
"Your tits are great, Vets!"
"My moons are too pink," Helvetica declared. "Yours are lovely, nearly black."
"That's only since I had Arthur. Yours are so virginal!"
"Huh!" Helvetica couldn't decide if that was a compliment or something else.
"You could try it without the bra. You might be able to squash them in a bit more without..."
"No bra?" Helvetica blushed and chewed her fingers. "I daren't! Dare I?"
"I will if you will. And if we do, so will the rest of the class. Titlark can't do anything to us if we all stick together. No bras!"
"Not even Sally?"
They giggled. "Well, okay. Maybe just Sally."
The clock struck nine, unnecessarily loudly.
"We're going to be late! Come on."
Helvetica struggled back into her school clothes and they hurried, giggling and jostling, out of the dorm and down the stairs.
"Hey!" Valentina held her friend's arm and pulled her to a stop. "Look. A police car."
"Outside your mum's?"
"No, it's only parked over there because of that van delivering the grand piano."
"But what does it want?"
"Perhaps somebody's been arrested."
"One of the girls? What for?"
"One of the teachers!"
"Miss Gruntworthy?"
"Miss Lundberg?"
"Nah! She'd never do anything wrong."
"Miss Grimbo and Miss Mountains."
"For indecent behaviour!"
"Yeah!" They hugged each other delightedly until Valentina froze. "Helvetica, look. It's not Miss Grimbo and Miss Mountains."
Helvetica looked over her shoulder. "Shit, no! What's she done?"
"I don't know. But they're taking her away."
"Oh, no. Poor old Miss Meadowlark! She's going to jail!"
"Jail? What for?"
"What's she done?"
"Dunno, but they took her away."
Valentina was gratified by the reception her story had received. It spread through the school like a brush fire through a paintbrush factory. By morning break time, the whole school knew that Valentina had seen Miss Meadowlark being led away in chains and leg-irons, dragging a cannonball behind her.
By lunchtime, she had been wearing a suit with arrows all over it, carried off in a plain grey van escorted by four hulking lesbian prison officers. Some girls have all the luck, it seemed.
Details of the alleged offence were more hazy, ranging from prostitution — "dey can't arrest you for prostitution," Toots of the Second Form declared authoritatively — to murder — Miss Meadowlark had been spied burying Miss Gruntworthy's body in the woods at midnight.
This version of the story gained momentum as it was repeated. There was some disappointment when the murderer and her victim appeared in the school restaurant at teatime, chatting animatedly.
"I never said she killed Miss Gruntworthy," said Helvetica.
"Nor did I," maintained Valentina. "But look on the bright side. If Miss Meadowlark hasn't gone to jail, we'll be allowed to go to Billygoat Jack's tomorrow night."
Every dark cloud has a silver lining. The First Form decided things weren't so bad after all. They all bolted their meal and spent the evening trying on each other's clothes.
Since the surprising discovery that Puff, the Real Thing, had worked, there was not a girl in the First Form who didn't have a pair of puffies in her blouse. These ranged in size from a pair of halved Jaffa oranges to Helvetica's outrageous and spectacular pair of more-than-halved melons, mounted improbably on an already quite unnaturally large pair of soft, rounded bouncers. In between those two extremes, there was just about every imaginable shape and size.
The major effect was that of all the girls of the First Form, only Sally Chung was able to wear the same size shirt as she had worn a week or two before. All the others were anything from two inches to a foot larger in circumference. Every bed in the dorm was littered with skirts, shorts and tops of every imaginable size and design, as girls paraded before each other, wiggling and thrusting.
The only rule was that bras were not to be worn.
By lights-out, more or less everyone had an acceptable outfit. Without exception, they looked the most appalling collection of sluts ever to disgrace the proud name of St Cat's High School for Growing Girls.
They went to bed tired and happy, and in a good many cases, not alone.
"Are you nearly ready for the bus, Angelica?" Miss Meadowlark tapped lightly on Miss Grimbeau's door. It swung open and she peered inside. "Wow!"
"Oh, hi, Corinne. Does this skirt look okay?" Angelica asked doubtfully, twisting her powerful body to look over her shoulder. She patted her magnificent rump with a sound reminiscent of spanking a naughty weather balloon. "It seems to have gotten a little tight round the hips."
"Latex doesn't shrink. At least, I didn't think it did." Corinne stepped into the room for a closer look. She hadn't seen Angelica for a few days, not close up, not like this. The heady scent of warm latex and even warmer teacher was doing things to her nostrils. Angelica's skirt was a vivid scarlet that almost seemed to vibrate, it was so bright. She tore her eyes away to rest them somewhere else. They found somewhere without very much difficulty at all. Angelica wasn't wearing a shirt. Her bra was uncomfortably full. Corinne swallowed. "Your bra looks uncomfortably full," she pointed out, somehow managing not to reach out and touch.
"Tell me about it! It's re-eelly-re-eelly uncomfortable, but I daren't take it off just yet. I'd flop around so much it would give me the Uncontrollable Horniness again."
"It would?" Corinne licked her lips.
Angelica straightened up and looked at her, her eyes bright. "Yeah! And Mee-gan's got a class, so she can't help."
This frank admission unnerved Corinne. "Help?" she quavered. She wanted to touch Angelica, any part of her. There was certainly plenty to choose from.
"Do you think Miss Gruntworthy would let Mee-gan and me move in together? In a bigger room somewhere?" Angelica suddenly sat down on the bed. The bed-springs went 'doinnnggg' and her breasts rebounded massively several times before coming to rest with both nipples only just inside the cups of her bra. She leaned forward anxiously and they popped out into the open. Angelica seemed blissfully unaware of what was happening.
Corinne gulped. "A bigger room? There aren't any bigger rooms. Not empty ones, anyway. Probably the best you could find would be two rooms with an interconnecting door so you could both come and go. As it were," she added, turning away to blush. It didn't help. She caught sight of Angelica in the mirror on the dressing table. Both nipples had now squirmed their way out of the bra cups, followed by the remainder of a wholly unnecessarily large pair of dark purple moons.
Angelica watched Corinne walk round the little bedroom. The tiny blonde teacher had her hair in a ponytail, which made her look younger than most of the girls. She felt vague stirrings of lust. Sheesh, Corinne's boobs were even bigger than her own! How had she not really noticed them before, straining and wobbling in that so-oo tight blouse like that? She cupped her hands under her own breasts, surprised to find her nipples out in the fresh air. They responded instantly to the caress of her own fingers. Just like Meeg's! What would Corinne's little fingers feel like? Cool!
"I won't be wearing a bra tonight," Angelica said suddenly. Corinne turned round in surprise.
"You won't? But you're so ... big..."
"I know." Angelica reached behind her back, the movement causing her breasts to thrust out about a mile or so. "Look at them!" The bra fastening came loose with a ripping noise and Angelica slipped the broad shoulder straps down. Off it came, the massive chocolate globes resting squeakily on her scarlet latex thighs.
Corinne's throat seemed to constrict. Angelica's moons were like a First Former's, only bigger. Corinne found herself drawn toward the bed as if by a giant girl-magnet. Angelica was patting the bed beside her in invitation. What the heck! She sat down next to the bigger woman and their breasts squashed together like overripe pumpkins.
"Angelica! We shouldn't be..."
"Why not?" Angelica shrugged, causing interesting feelings somewhere down below the horizon.
Angelica seemed to have changed somehow. She was more relaxed about things since spending so much time with Smegs. Corinne found her hand groping round behind Angelica's back, as if it had a will of its own. It explored the broad, strong back, slightly tacky and damp with sweat. There was just room for a finger to slip into the waistband of the latex skirt and explore the top of the cleft of Angelica's miraculously robust buttocks. Angelica giggled and shifted slightly to make things easier. It made Corinne suddenly aware of her own surprising moistness. She leaned across and placed passively wet lips on Angelica's warm cheek. Angelica smelled rubbery, ripe and ready.
The bed creaked in protest as two appallingly horny young women lay back and became even hornier. Breasts and legs and other things became mingled and entwined. Somehow, without actually noticing, the two of them got naked.
"You have to ask them, Tee!"
"But I can't interrupt them. Look! You shouldn't interrupt teachers when they're fucking."
"Is that a school rule?" Helvetica was watching through the half open door. Disgraceful noises drifted out to the two girls as they stood in the corridor. "And I thought fucking had to be with boys."
"It's still fucking," Valentina insisted stubbornly. "But it's not a school rule as such. They couldn't put that in the rules, could they? It would upset mums and dads."
"Why?" Helvetica wanted to know. "Anyway, you'll have to interrupt them. We need to know what time the bus is coming for us." She paused, her eyes goggling at the writhing teachers. An enormously long blonde ponytail was flicking backward and forward like the tail of a skittish thoroughbred. Elsewhere, a bunch of black braids bounced wildly as their owner's head did enthusiastic things to her new-found sexual partner. "What's that called?" Helvetica asked, wide-eyed.
Even the worldly Valentina wasn't too certain. The action was beyond her own experience. She felt for Helvetica's hand and clutched it damply. The two girls shuddered helplessly and stepped inside the room. There was a smell of sex in there, similar to the Senior dorms. The two Juniors inexorably began adding their own highly distinctive odour to the mix.
"There isn't room on the bed," Helvetica protested.
"Get on the floor," insisted Valentina, not to be denied.
"But we won't be able to watch..."
"I don't want to watch! I want to do things! I want to do you!"
The girls fell to the thin carpet and began fumbling at each other. Dressed for an evening's entertainment at Billygoat Jack's, they weren't altogether too encumbered with clothing.
"We have to ask them," hissed Helvetica between feverish fumbles.
"Okay, not yet, though. They're not going anywhere. Listen to them!"
"Woo-woo-woo-woo..."
"Woo-woo-woo-woo..."
"Teachers are so noisy!" Helvetica giggled. "Wow! Woo-woo-woo-woo-WOW, Valentina!"
"Shushhh!" Valentina smothered a laugh before bending her head to resume. "Oooh, yes! Do that again, Vets! Woo-woo-woo-woo!"
Silence fell.
Four females sat up and looked at each other with slightly ashamed expressions. Someone had to break the silence.
"We just wanted to ask what time the bus is coming, Miss," Helvetica blurted.
"Half past eight," Miss Meadowlark glanced at her watch, apart from which she was totally naked.
"Ah, so we've got another hour," said Valentina and Angelica simultaneously. They seemed about to continue where they left off with their respective partners. Something held them back. A feeling that perhaps this was neither the time nor the place.
"I suppose we'd better go and get ready, then!" Helvetica stood up shakily and shook the creases out of her friend's crumpled outsized T-shirt. The motion reminded her that she was gloriously topless, and perhaps somewhat less gloriously bottomless.
"Oh, right!" Miss Meadowlark began fumbling around on the floor for her clothes. Helvetica and Valentina found them for her. They were scattered around the room more or less where they had landed.
"Thanks, Valentina. No, not those, they're Miss Grimbeau's."
"Thank you, Valentina," said Angelica, taking the extremely moist scrap of underwear and discarding it immediately.
The girls hovered, uncertain. "We'll be going, then, Miss," Helvetica suggested.
"If that's all right, Miss," said Valentina.
"Yes, okay. We'll see you outside the front door at half past eight."
"Don't be late, Miss!" Valentina giggled as they scurried out of the door, anxious to get back to the dorm. There was so much to tell their friends.