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The school
was situated in the suburbs of the popular town of Merrifield,
and was known as the Great
Shirley School.
It had been endowed some hundred years ago by a rich and eccentric individual
who bore the name of Charles Shirley, but was now managed by a Board of
Governors. By the express order of the founder, the governors were women; and
very admirably did they fulfil their trust. There was no recent improvement
in education, no better methods, no sanitary requirements which were not
introduced into the Great
Shirley School.
The number of pupils was limited to four hundred, one hundred of which were
foundationers and were not required to pay any fees; the remaining three
hundred paid small fees in order to be allowed to secure an admirable
and up-to-date education under the auspices of the great school.
Another
peculiar aspect of the school was that the clothing polic y
for teachers and pupils alike was strictly optional, except for the
foundationers for whom there was a policy of strict nudity. Any foundationer
wearing clothes at school risked being severely disciplined
There came a day in early
autumn, shortly after the girls had reassembled after their summer vacation,
when they streamed out of the building in groups of twenties and thirties and
forties. They stood about and talked as girls will.
The Great
Shirley School, well as it was
managed, had perhaps a larger share than many schools of those temptations
which make school a world - a world for the training either for good or evil of
those who go to it.
There were the girls who attended
the school in the ordinary way, and there were the girls who were drafted on
to the foundation from lower schools. These latter were looked down upon by
the least noble and the meanest of their fellow-scholars.
There was
a slight rain falling, and two or three girls standing in a group raised
their umbrellas, but they still stood beside the gates.
'She's
quite the very prettiest girl I ever saw,' cried Cheryl; 'but of course we
can have nothing to do with her. She entered a week ago. She doesn't pay any
of the fees; she has no pretence to being a lady. Oh, here she comes! Did you
ever see such a face?'
Vikki
kissed Cheryl once again, this time on her soft, yielding lips. Any fear or
apprehension that Cheryl had was washed away by that gentle contact, at least
for the moment. Both girls allowed their bodies to fall back onto the ground
still locked together at the lips. Hands soon found their way to soft
skin on the thighs, back and butt of their lover.
This, of
course, was part of the problem. Cheryl and Vikki needed no excuse at all to
fall into each other's arms and fuck each other stupid and sweaty. Not that
neither one of them minded in the moment. Cheryl was right though. It would
eventually land them in trouble.
That
didn't matter right now as Vikki rolled Cheryl onto her back. Still kissing
Cheryl Vikki got up on her knees using a hand to balance herself as she
allowed her free hand to slowly explore the soft flesh she had come to know
so well.
Cheryl
moaned into Vikki's mouth as those hands gently massaged the soft mounds of
her small, perky breasts and her fingers pinched and fondled her pert, little
nipples as they quickly hardened with arousal. Cheryl reached up her own
hands to return the favor eliciting a positive response from her lover.
As much as Vikki enjoyed
playing with Cheryl's cute breasts her hands quickly began to find their way
down Cheryl's thin frame to the moist junction of her thighs to delve into
Cheryl's center. Cheryl offered no protest, no resistance in any way, shape
or form as Vikki's thin, skillful fingers insinuated their way inside of her.
Why
should she? Those beautiful fingers had been inside her so many times. Less
than an hour ago the very same fingers and the tongue that was gently sliding
so sweetly against her own had taken her to heaven and kept her there for
what seemed like an eternity. She had absolutely no doubt that they would do
the same thing now.
Cheryl's
own fingers continued to tease Vikki's sensitive nipples as Vikki's
thumb began to gently, but firmly massage Cheryl's throbbing clit. Cheryl's
body began to respond in its usual fashion to pleasurable manipulations. Her
hips began to grind against the lovely hand that brought her so much
pleasure. Her torso began to twist and writhe as Vikki's curled up inside her.
Suddenly
Cheryl pushed Vikki's face away from her own as she let out a scream. Her
eyes squeezed shut as she began to grunt and writhe even more wildly as Vikki
smiled down on and whispered her encouragement before bending down to nibble
on Cheryl's glistening, sweat slick neck.
"Come
for me, baby," Vikki whispered between nibbles as her fingers pistoned
in and out of Cheryl's pussy. "Come on, Cheryl. I love you, baby.. Come
for me."
Cheryl
was already too far gone to respond in any other way but to let out a long
grunt of pure ecstasy as her body tried to comply with Vikki's selfless
demand. She felt the sensation begin to build in her body from her center.
Warm pleasure that curled her toes, made her body arch and rigid and her gasp,
then squeal as Vikki's fingers explored her pussy's deepest reaches. Vikki's
mouth was on Cheryl's neck kissing and nibbling the skin. The girl's nipples
touched. It was the best orgasm of the day.
As Cheryl
came down she found Vikki's lips pressed roughly against her own, slowly, but
forceful kissing her passionately. As Cheryl's arms regained their strength,
she made the effort to wrap them around the back of her best friend.
Vikki's fingers found their way from Cheryl's not well-satisfied pussy.
Slowly, she brought those fingers up to Cheryl's face and traced the
soft, lightly tanned skin gently leaving a slight trail on Cheryl's cheek.
Vikki
broke the kiss to look down into Cheryl's dreamy eyes and smile. Cheryl
smiled back and then opened her lips as Vikki offered up her fingers to
Cheryl's mouth. Cheryl gladly accepted the gift, eagerly tasting her own
juices on Vikki's skin.
"You
like that?" Vikki whispered lustily as she smiled down on her friend as
Cheryl suckled her fingers.
"Mmm,"
Cheryl replied as she allowed Vikki's spit soaked fingers to escape her lips,
"Absolutely yummy."
A slight,
naked little girl, with her satchel of books slung on her arm, now appeared.
She looked to right and left of her as though she were slightly alarmed. Her
face was beautiful in the truest sense of the world; it did not at all match
with the shabby, faded shoes which she wore. She had large deep-violet eyes,
jet-black hair, and a sweet, fresh complexion. Her expression was bewitching,
and when she smiled a dimple came in her cheek.
'Look - look!'
cried Vikki. 'Isn't she all that I have said?'
'Yes, and
more. What a pity we can't know her!' said Cheryl.
'But
can't we? I really don't see why we should make the poor child miserable,'
said Vikki.
'It is
not to be thought of. We must worship the beautiful new star from afar.
Perhaps she will do something to raise herself into our set; but as it is,
she must go with Kate Rourke and Hannah Johnson and Clara Sawyer, and all the
rest of the foundationers.'
'Well, we
have seen her now,' said Vikki, 'so I suppose we needn't stand talking about
her any longer. Will you come home and have tea with me, Cheryl? Mother said
I might ask you.'
'I wish I
could come,' said Cheryl; 'but we are expecting Jenny.'
'Oh, the
American girl! Is it really arranged that she is to come?'
'Yes, of
course it is. She comes to-night. I have never seen her. We are all pleased,
and expect that she will be a very great acquisition.'
'American
girls always are,' said Vikki. 'They're so gay and full of life, and are so
ridiculously witty. Don't you remember that
time when we had Tina Smith at the school? What fun that was!'
'But she
got into terrible scrapes, and was practically dismissed,' said Cheryl. 'I
only hope Jenny won't be in that style.'
'But do
you know anything about her? The American are always so terribly poor.'
'She is
not poor at all. She has got an uncle and aunt in Chicago,
and they are as rich as can be; and her uncle is coming to see her at
Christmas. And besides that, her father has an awfully old villa in the
south-west of America.
He is never troubled on account of anything, and Jenny will have lots and
lots of money. I know she is paying mother well for giving her a home while
she is being educated at the Shirley
School.'
'I can't
imagine why she comes to our school if she is so rich,' said Vikki. 'It seems
almost unfair. The Great
Shirley School
is not meant for rich girls: a girl of the kind you have just described ought
not to become a member of the school.'
'Oh, that
is all very fine; but it seems her mother was educated here, and swore a sort
of vow that when Jenny was old enough she should come to this school and to
no other. Her mother's name is Mrs. Weinburg, and she wrote to Miss
Ravenscroft and asked if there was a vacancy for Jenny, and if she knew of
any one who would be nice to her and with whom she could live. Miss
Ravenscroft thought of mother; she knew that mother would like to have a
boarder who would pay her well. So the whole thing was settled; mother has
been corresponding with Mrs. Weinburg, and Jenny comes to-day. I really can't
stay another moment, Vikki. I must rush home; there are no end of things to
be attended to.'
'All
right,' said Vikki. 'I will watch for you and the beautiful American
heiress - '
'I don't
know that she is an heiress.'
'Well, whatever
she is - the bewitching American girl - to-morrow morning. Ta-ta for the present.'
Vikki
turned to the left, and Cheryl continued her walk. She walked quickly. She
was a well-made, rather pretty girl of fifteen. Her hair, very light in
colour, hung down her back. She had a determined walk and a good carriage. As
she hurried her steps she saw Ruth Craven, the pretty foundation girl,
walking in front of her. Ruth walked slowly and as if she were tired. Once
she pressed her hand to her side, and Cheryl, passing her, hesitated and
looked back. The face that met hers was so appealing and loving that she
could not resist saying a word.
'Are you
awfully tired, Ruth Craven?' she said.
'I shall
get used to it,' replied Ruth. 'I have had a cold for the last few days.
Thank you so much, Miss Tennant!'
'Don't
thank me,' said Cheryl, frowning; 'and don't say 'Miss Tennant,' It isn't
good form in our school. I hope you will be better to-morrow. I am sure, at
least, that you will like the school very much.'
'Thank
you,' said the girl again.
The girls
parted at the next corner. When Ruth found herself alone she paused and
looked behind her. Tears rose to her eyes; she took out her handkerchief to
wipe them away. She paused as if troubled by some thought; then her face grew
bright, and she stepped along more briskly.
'I am a
coward, and I ought to be ashamed of myself,' she thought. 'Now, when I go in
and grandfather sees me, he will think he has done quite wrong to let me go
to the Shirley
School. I must not let
him think that. And granny will be still more vexed. I have had my heart's
desire, and because things are not quite so pleasant as I hoped they would
have been, it is no reason why I should be discontented.'
The next
moment she had lifted the latch at a small cottage and entered. It was a
little better than a workman's house, but not much; there were two rooms
downstairs and two rooms upstairs, and that was all. To the front of the
little house was the tiny parlour, at the back an equally tiny kitchen.
Upstairs was a bedroom for Ruth and a bedroom for her grandparents. Mr. and
Mrs. Craven did not keep any servants. The moment Ruth entered now her
grandmother put her head out of the kitchen door.
'Ruthie,'
she said, 'Asda has disappointed us to-day. Here is a shilling; go to Tesco's
and bring in some sausages. Be as quick as you can, child, or your
grandfather won't have his supper in time.'
Ruth took
the money without a word. She went down a small lane, turned to her right,
and found herself in a mean little street full of small shops. She entered
one that she knew, and asked for a pound and a half of pork sausages. As the
woman was wrapping them up in a piece of torn newspaper, she looked at Ruth
and said:
'Is it
true, Miss Craven, that you are a scholar at the Great
Shirley School?'
'I am,' replied
Ruth. 'I went there for the first time to-day.'
'So your
grandparents are going to educate you, miss, as if you were a lady.'
'I am a lady, Mrs. Plowden.
My grandparents cannot make me anything but what I am.'
Mrs.
Plowden smiled. She handed Ruth her sausages without a word, and the young
girl left the shop. Her grandmother was waiting for her in the porch.
'What
a time you have been, child!' she said. 'I do hope this new school and the
scholars and all this fuss and excitement of your new life won't turn your
head. Whatever happens, you have got to be a little servant to me and a
little messenger to your grandfather. You have got to make yourself useful,
and not to have ideas beyond your station.'
'Here are
the sausages, granny,' answered Ruth in a gentle tone.
The old
lady took them from her and disappeared into the kitchen.
 'Ruth - Ruth!'
said a somewhat querulous but very deep voice which evidently issued from the
parlour.
'Yes,
granddad; coming in a moment or two,' Ruth replied. She ran up the tiny
stairs, and entered her own little bedroom, which was so wee that she could
scarcely turn round in it, but was extremely neat.
Ruth
brushed out her black hair, put on a neat white apron, and ran downstairs.
She first of all entered the parlour. A handsome old man, with a decided look
of Ruth herself, was seated by the fire. He was holding out his thin, knuckly
hands to the blaze. As Ruth came in he turned and smiled at her.
'Ah,
deary!' he said, 'I have been missing you all day. And how did you like your
school? And how is everything?'
'I will
tell you after supper, grandfather. I must go and help granny now.'
'That's
right; that's a good girl. Oh! far be it from me to be impatient; I wouldn't
be for all the world. Your granny has missed you too to-day.'
Ruth
smiled at him and went into the kitchen. There were eager voices and sounds
of people hurrying about, and then a fragrant smell of fried sausages. A
moment later Ruth appeared, holding a brightly trimmed lamp in her hand; she
laid it on a little centre-table, drew down the blinds, pulled the red
curtains across the windows, poked up the fire, and then proceeded to lay the
cloth for supper. Her pile of books, which she had brought in her satchel,
lay on a chair.
'I can have a look at your
books while I am waiting, can't I, little woman?' said the old man.
Ruth
brought him over the pack of books somewhat unwillingly. He gave a sigh of
contentment, drew the lamp a little nearer, and was lost for the time being.
'Now,
child,' said old Mrs. Craven, 'you heat that plate by the fire. Have you got
the pepper and salt handy? Sausages ain't worth touching unless you eat them
piping hot. Your grandfather wants his beer. Dear, dear! What a worry that
is! I never knew that the cask was empty. What is to be done?'
'I can go
round to the shop and bring in a quart,' said Ruth.
'But
you - a member of the Shirley
School! No, you mustn't.
I'll do it.'
'Nonsense,
granny! I'll leave school to-morrow if you don't let me work for you just the
same as ever.'
Mrs.
Craven sank into her chair.
'You are
a good child,' she said. 'All day I have been so fretting that we were taking
you out of your station; and that is a sad mistake - sad and terrible. But you
are a good child. Yes, go for it, dear; it won't do you any harm.'
Ruth
picked up a jug, and went off to the nearest public-house. They were
accustomed to see her there, for old Mr. Craven more often than not had his
little cask of beer empty. She went to a side entrance, where an Irishman she
knew served her with what she required.
'There,
Ruth Craven,' Paddy said - 'there it is. But, all the same, I'm surprised to
see you here to-night.'
'But why
so?' asked Ruth. 'Isn't it true that you are one of the Shirley scholars
now?'
'I
am; I joined the school to-day. '
Ruth then lay
on top the bed with her legs wide apart. 'I think you better kiss my itch
better, look it's nice and smooth.' She was certainly feeling randy.
Her reactions
down there were still on a 'hair trigger', it took very little treatment to
get her to climax. Paddy kept going for sometime, which had her thrashing
around, she was really having a good time. When Paddy let her rest, she
tossed him the lube, knelt up wiggling her ass at him, and said, 'Come on in,
nice and deep please.' Paddy loaded his cock with a liberal amount of lube
and used a couple of fingers to work some into her puckered hole.
No sooner then
Paddy pushed his cock past the initial resistance she was pushing back
against hi, to get it in deeper. The way she was moving Paddy hardly needed
to supply any help but they soon had a good rhythm going. When Paddy slipped
two fingers into her pussy and managed to find the correct spot she became
very vocal and lifted herself up on her arms to push hi, in even further. It
was a lovely sensation for him as Paddy pumped several times, emptying hod
cum deep in her ass.
Her next
request came as a surprise, it was a first, 'Come on get the cock out, I have
received some lovely oral it is your turn now.' What followed was also very
rare since Paddy was a lot older. Her treatment licking his cock clean
and then sucking it into her throat kept him rigid for ages and Paddy managed
a second load for her throat.
'And
yet you come to fetch beer for your old grandfather!'
'I do,'
said Ruth, with spirit. 'And I shall fetch it for him as long as he wants it.
Thank you very much.'
She took the jug and walked carefully
back to the cottage. 'She's the handsomest, most spirited, best little thing
I ever met,' thought the landlady of the 'Lion,' and she began to
consider in her own mind if one of her men could not call round in the
morning and leave the necessary beer at the Cravens' .
Supper
was served, and was eaten with considerable relish by all three. 'Now,' said
old granny when the meal had come to an end, 'you stay and talk to your
grandfather - he is all agog to hear what you have got to say - and I will wash
up. Now then, child, don't you worry. It isn't everybody who has got loving
grandparents like us. '
'And
it isn't many old bodies who have got such a dear little granddaughter,' said
the old man, smiling at Ruth. Mrs. Craven carried the supper things into the
kitchen, and Ruth sat close to her grandfather. 'Now, tell me, child, tell
me,' he said. 'What did they do? What class did they put you into?'
'I
am in the third remove; a very good class indeed - at least they all said so,
grandfather.'
'I don't
understand your modern names; but tell me what you have got to learn, dear.
What sort of lessons are they going to put into that smart little head of
yours?'
'Oh,
all the best things, grandfather - French, German, English in all its branches,
music, and Latin if I like. I am determined to take up Latin; I want to get
to the heart of things. '
'Quite
right - quite right, too. And you are ever so pleased at having got in?'
'It
does seem a grand thing for me, doesn't it, grandfather?'
'Most
of the girls are ladies, aren't they?'
'It
is a big school - between three and four hundred girls. I don't suppose they
are all ladies. '
'Well,
you are, anyhow, my little Ruth. '
'Am
I, granddad? That is the question.'
'What
do you think yourself?'
'I think
so; but what does the world say?'
'Ruth, I
never told you, but your mother was a lady. You know what your father was. I
saved and stinted and toiled and got him a commission in the army. He died,
poor fellow, shortly after you were born. But he was a commissioned officer
in the Afghan  Infantry. Your mother was a teacher, but she was a lady by
birth; her father was a businessman. Your parents met in Iran;
they fell in love, and married. Your mother died at your birth, and you came
home to us. Yes, child, by birth you are a lady, as good as any of them - as
good as the best.'
'They are
dead,' said Ruth. 'I don't remember them. I have a picture of my father
upstairs; it is taken with his uniform on. He looks very handsome. And I have
a little water-colour sketch of my mother, and she looks fair and sweet and
interesting. But I never knew them. Those I knew and know and love are you,
grandfather, and granny.'
'Well,
dear, when I had the power and the brains and the strength, I kept a shop - a
grocer's shop, dear; and my wife, she was the daughter of a harness-maker.
Your grandparents were both in trade; there's no way out of it.'
'But a
gentleman and lady for all that,' said the girl.
She
pressed close to the old man, took one of his weather-beaten hands between
both of her own, and stroked it.
'That is
as people think, Ruthie; but we weren't in the position, and never expect to
be, of those who are high up in the world.'
'I am
glad you told me about my father and mother,' said the girl. 'I love both
their memories. I am glad to think that my father served the Queen, and that
my mother was the daughter of a clergyman. But I am more glad to think that
there never was such an honourable man as you, granddad, and that you made
the grocery trade one of the best in the world.'
'It was a
bad trade, my darling. I had several severe losses. It was very unfortunate
my lending that money.'
'What
money?'
'Oh, I
will tell you another time; it doesn't really matter. There was a little bit
of ingratitude there, but it doesn't matter. Only I made no fortune by
grocery - barely enough to put my boy into the army and to educate him for it,
and enough to keep us with a pittance now that we are old. But I have nothing
to leave you, sweetest. You just have your pension from the Government, which
don't count for nothing at all.'
Ruth rose
to her feet.
'I am
glad I got into the school,' she said. 'I hope to do wonders there. I mean to
take every scrap of good the place opens out to me. I mean to work as hard as
ever I can. You shall be desperately proud of me; and so shall granny,
although she doesn't hold with much learning.'
'But I
do, little girl; I love it more than anything. I have got such a lovely scheme
in my head. I will work alongside of you, Ruth - you and I at the same things.
You can lend me the books when you don't want them.'
'What a
splendid idea!' said Ruth, clapping her hands.
'You look
quite happy, my dear.'
'And so I
am. I am about the happiest girl on earth. And now, may I begin to look
through my lessons for to-morrow?'
The old
man arranged the lamp where its light would be most comfortable for the keen
young eyes, and Ruth sat down to the table, got out her books, and worked for
an hour or two. Mrs. Craven came in, looked at her proudly, wagged her head,
and returned to the kitchen. After a time she came to the door and beckoned
to the old man to follow her. But the old man had taken up one of Ruth's
books and was absorbed in its contents; he was muttering words over under his
breath.
'Coming,
wife - coming presently,' he said.
Ruth's
head was bent over her books while her hand slipped into the crack of her
crotch and she pushed her fingers deep inside. Mr. Craven rose and went on
tiptoe into the kitchen.
'We
mustn't disturb her, Susan,' he said. 'We must let her have her own way. She
must work just as long as she likes. She is going to be a great power in the
land, is that child, with her beauty and her talent; there's nothing she
can't aspire to.'
'Now
don't you be a silly old man,' said Mrs. Craven. 'And what on earth were you
whispering about to yourself when I came in?'
'I am
going to work with her. It will be a wonderful stimulation, and a great
interest to me. I always was keen for masturbation.'
Mrs.
Craven suppressed a sigh.
'If I even
had fifty pounds,' she said, 'I wouldn't let that child spend every hour at
school. I'd dress up smart, and take her out, and get her the very best
husband I could. Why, old man, what does a woman want with all that
learning?'
'If a
woman has brains she's bound to use them,' replied the old man, as he sat
down by the kitchen fire.
Meanwhile
Ruth went on with her lessons. After a time, however, she uttered a
sigh. She flung down her books and looked across the room. However hard
she pummelled her twat, it was useless. She just couldn't get herself
off.
'If
he only knew,' she said under her breath - 'if he only knew that I was
practically sent to Coventry - that
none of the nice girls will speak to me. But never mind; I won't tell him.
Nothing would induce me to trouble him on the subject.' 
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