Free Lesbian Schoolgirl's Glee Club by Jacqui Knight

“Yeah, I think I would like that.”
    We got dressed and walked back to class, as I walked the egg moved around inside me, tantalizing me with the hint, the reminder, of what was, and what could be.
     
     
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chapter EIGHT
     
     
    I couldn’t tell mom why I was so happy when I got home that day. I took off my trendy little black mac jacket and hung it carefully in the closet, then gave her a peck on the cheek.
    “They were wonderful presents, mom, thanks again.”
    “You’re very happy today, darling. You’re not normally still smiling when you get back from school.”
    I blushed bright red, the truth was hidden inside my panties.
    “I’ll get cleaned up and look at my homework.”
    I went upstairs and into the bathroom, reached under my skirt and pulled down my panties. I unfastened the vibrating egg and removed it, not without a slight pang of loss, like saying goodbye to a good friend. I started on my homework, halfway through the doorbell went and mom called up, “Karen’s here, you ought to come down and see her.”
    I went down and said hi. She looked as glamorous as ever, so confident, composed, and clever. She smiled at me, “hi, Helen, we were talking about kids being switched on to current events these days.”
    She emphasized the words ‘switched on’ so that I knew exactly what she meant, Christ, she was taking a chance.
    “Do you feel ‘switched on’ to everything these days? If not, you really should be.”
    She looked directly at me as she said it, her eyes were conveying a message that was crystal clear. She wanted me to fasten the vibrating egg inside me and switch it on. Or else. Would she dare mention it to my mom? I couldn’t take the chance, besides, it was a fascinating game. I went back upstairs, inserted the egg back in my cunt, fastened the straps and switched it on. I went back downstairs and the two women asked me to sit with them for a while. For half an hour I sat on the couch chatting to them, trying to control the waves of passion that surged through me, leaving me feeling hot, weak and totally spaced out.
    “Your face is flushed again, Helen, I’m sure you’ve got that bug.”
    Karen smiled quietly, she was enjoying it hugely. So was I, but I couldn’t take any more and I leapt up. “Sorry, I do have to finish my homework, nice seeing you Karen.” I rushed up to my bedroom and put my hand inside my panties and massaged my clit, finishing what had been brewing down there, when I came, I nearly hit the ceiling and had to stuff a fist against my mouth to stop myself from screaming with joy and passion.
     
    The following day we were all in for a shock. We spent the day prowling around trying to find the person filming our shower rooms. During the afternoon break, we went down into the changing room with a screwdriver to start looking for the hidden cameras. Instead, we found the unconscious body of Jessica Epps lying on the floor. We picked her up and carefully took her through to the physio’s room and laid her gently on the couch. She was starting to come around and Emma got her a glass of water. She looked at us and her eyesight began to clear.
    “What happened, Miss Epps?” Rachel asked her.
    “I was looking around the changing rooms,” she said. “Someone has been posting videos of the girls in the showers on the internet, it’s totally disgusting, I was trying to stop it. I thought I’d found a possible camera site, in one of the ventilator grilles, then someone must have come up behind me and hit me on the head, the next thing I knew I was lying here with you girls around me. Thanks for helping me, by the way.”
    So the videos were becoming common knowledge.
    “What kind of scenes are on the videos?” Lisa asked her. Jessica looked embarrassed. “I think you know what’s on the videos, girls. But that’s not important. What you do privately is your business, not mine and not anyone else’s.”
    Thank Christ for an enlightened teacher,