From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Catholic Girls by Butterfinger (mf, cons)
Date: 8 Apr 1996 22:14:29 GMT

			   Catholic Girls
				 by
			     Butterfinger

	I spent all but one year in public schools. Please don't judge
me by what you think of the public schools.

	As the cookie crumbled, my parents made me attended a Catholic
school for one year, when I was in 9th grade (that was about nine years
ago). During this time, I was deeply involved in personal problems, so
I did not have a whole lot of time to be scoping out a lot of women. I
believe it is these experiences at Catholic school that are a major
part of why I am a devout atheist, but that's another story.

	But the dress code was much more strict for girls than for
guys. I still maintain it was blatantly sexist. For guys, basically
anything not made of denim was OK. But girls were required to wear a
plaid skirt and a yellow, white or blue blouse. Granted these were not
extremely sexy outfits, but the skirts generally were a only a little
longer than mid-thigh, and they rode up when the girls sat down, so us
guys could get a good look at their legs, and sometimes a good glimpse
of their panties. Keeping in mind these were affluent girls (the
mayor's daughter sat in front of me in Algebra I), those skirts helped
me through a year of abhorred boredom.

	There was this one girl name Hallie. Though not petite, she
was not "amazon" either. She had completed her pubescent "growth
spurt" a little faster than other girls, so she was a little taller,
though her body was quite womanly attractive. Her uniform was the
right size and everything, but she just seemed to have trouble
adjusting to it - I mean - she had trouble managing her skirt to keep
herself covered up like a "good girl" all the time. I am not
insinuating that she was purposefully immodest, just that she was
going through that "awkward stage" that many teens go through.

	I believe it was for this reason that she always wore athletic
shorts under her skirt. Often she wore the standard issue red shorts
that all freshman had to wear during P.E. anyways. I would have
preferred she wear panties myself, perhaps colored ones, but I never
said anything because it wasn't any of my business.

	Like I said earlier, personal difficulties kept me out of the
social scene, but I did meet up will Hallie on day after school. Since
the hallways in the front of the school were always so clogged in the
rush to get out of school, I figured I could save time if I went out a
back door to catch the city bus by the street. One day, as I was
exiting, and walking along the rear of the school, I met Hallie
walking the other way. I did not know her well - frankly I had
exchanged very few words with her. But I think Hallie knew I was
fascinated by her body, and she smiled at me. Hallie's blouse was
unbuttoned three buttons, down to just above her bra. I could see a
lot of her chest. I walked up to her and moved my hands under her
blouse and up to her shoulders. I sensed no complaint from Hallie at
my blatant act, so I proceeded to hold her neck while I french kissed
her. Again, sensing no complaint, I put one arm around her back while
the other hand explored her thigh, under the skirt, up to the blue
nylon shorts. Hallie and I kept twisting tongues, so I figured I'd
try to go all the way. There was no one around behind the school, so
I figured this was as good a place as any.

	I laid Hallie up against a brick wall, then proceeded to lift
the skirt, remove the shorts and panties, and commence to fuck her
brains out - no condoms, no nothing. She was just the right size for
vertical fucking too. And from the look on her face, she was having
the time of her life. I quickly reached orgasm, and powerfully dumped
my wad into her deep snatch. I don't think I brought her to orgasm
that time, but I did have a bus to catch, so I withdrew myself, said
"Thanks, I love ya," pulled up my pants, and proceeded to walk to the
bus stop.

	I did not have the chance to speak to Hallie again until
several weeks later, when I was sent into the chapel to set up for a
go-through-the-motions prayer service. As I entered the chapel, I saw
Hallie sitting indian style on the stage. She was intently tinkering
with something, and her skirt had ridden way up on her thighs exposing
- her thick brown pubic hair! There were no shorts or panties today! I
was drawn to this wonderful bush, I put my hands on Hallie's thighs
and kissed her legs up to her pussy, then kissed around her soft
mound. I said to Hallie "Get up on the table, it's easier there." The
offering table was very large - ya know used for the communion and
stuff. On the table I continued performing cunnilingus on Hallie,
intent on giving her the orgasm I owed her.

	If I was not having so much fun, and Hallie was not in the
throes of orgasm, perhaps we would have noticed the first period
religion class entering the chapel! When Hallie's body stopped rocking
and the orgasms subsided, she opened her eyes and surprise surprise!!!
She stopped me and I noticed the other "frosh" too. After getting a
look at the kids' expressions of amazement, and the (female) teacher's
gaping jaw, we burst into uncontrollable laughter!!

	To make a long story short, needless to say Hallie and I were
expelled. We never saw each other after that morning.

					Sinfully yours,

					Butterfinger