After the Changing Room

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The changing room door closed for a second time and Stephanie let out a breath. Her legs were shaking. An hour of netball practice and then crouching on a toilet seat would do that.She stepped down slowly, unlocked the cubicle door and looked out. The changing room was empty.She took a moment to consider what had happened. Had she really just heard her friend and her teacher have sex? No, not sex, Mr. Chambers had been clear about that, and Talulah had said that she just wanted to give him a handjob.She had never done anything like that, but attending an all-girls school wasn’t really conducive to meeting boys, although she had to admit, she did have a crush on Mr. Chambers. And when Talulah had said that her classmates would be jealous of her standing in front of him in her bra and knickers she had to agree, even though she knew she would never have the courage to do that herself.And the fact that she had just heard him climax was something that made her head spin. But it wasn’t just her teacher; she’d heard her friend orgasm too.The only time she had seen a penis outside of a school sex education class had been last summer when she had accidentally found pornography on her cousin’s laptop.It had been last summer when Steph and her parents had gone to stay with her aunt and uncle in their big country house. She’d had some research to do for homework and her aunt had told her to use her cousin’s laptop while he was out. When she opened his internet browser the first thing that appeared on the screen was a porn video. In the clip she could see a pretty blonde with big breasts lying on her back, moaning and swearing as a long, thick penis thrust in and out of her. Her immediate reaction was to slam the screen closed, shocked, her face red with embarrassment.It had taken her a few minutes, sitting on the bed, red-faced to recover, but despite trying to block out the image she found she kept picturing it. And so she had carefully opened the screen as if doing so too quickly would alert others in the house to what she was doing. She’d lowered the volume and pressed play again, putting her hand to her mouth as the male actor’s hard shaft thrust into his co-star’s waxed vagina, fascinated by their grunts and exclamations. And then, just as she wondered how much longer the video would go on for the male, whose face she couldn’t see, announced that he was going to climax, or words to that effect, and pulled his erection from inside the woman so that it was positioned over her body. Stephanie’s eyes grew wider as she watched the girl take hold of his penis and begin kaçak iddaa to masturbate him until he climaxed, shooting his thick fluid all over her breasts and stomach, the force of his ejaculation making her jump, putting her hand to her mouth.As the video ended Steph found herself breathless, unsure if what she had seen was normal. She had just turned eighteen but having had a sheltered upbringing she had never watched videos like that before. Of course, she masturbated, she’d even done it while away on netball tournaments; in bed, in the dark dorm room, trying not to be heard by Miss Stokes or the other girls, but that was really the extent of her experience.All these thoughts flashed through Steph’s mind in a second as she stood in the middle of the changing room, next to the chair from which Miss Stokes had fallen earlier. She remembered hearing its metal legs squeak on the floor and she realised that Mr. Chambers and Talulah must have been sitting on it while she was listening to them. There was a damp patch on the seat – was it Mr. Chambers’ seamen? Or was that from Talulah? She’d heard her friend say she was really wet and she could feel that her own underwear was damp. The thought embarrassed her, to think that hearing her friend and her teacher both moaning, panting, climaxing had turned her on felt wrong, but also exciting.Stephanie adjusted her knickers and let her fingers trace the outline of her vagina, trying to picture the scene from the changing rooms.A door slamming from outside made her jump and she pulled her hand from beneath her school skirt before hurrying towards the door. She eased it open, looked both ways along the dreary Hotfwartsesque corridor and slipped out.Dean Chambers was just rounding a corner having forgotten his briefcase in the staff room when a movement in the corridor caught his attention. Ahead of him, he saw Stephanie step furtively from the gym changing rooms and scurry towards the exit of the main building. He froze. Had she gone back for something or had she seen him and Talulah in there? Turning, he walked back into the staff room, opened a filing cabinet labeled Student Records.Back in his room Dean took out his mobile phone and dialed the number from the piece of paper.Talulah had just stepped from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, her hair still wet from her shower. Her phone rang.‘Hello?’‘Talulah? It’s Mr. Chambers.’The student smiled. ‘Hello, sir. I have to admit, I thought it would take longer for you to get in touch. How did you get my number?’‘I took it from your student file. Listen, we have kaçak bahis a problem. I think Stephanie saw us.’‘You do? Why?’ Talulah replied, sounding surprised.‘Because I saw her coming out of the changing rooms after we left. She must have been in there.’‘I can’t think where,’ she said. ‘Should I speak to her to find out?’‘I think you need to,’ Dean said.‘Okay, sir. Leave it to me and I’ll call you back in a moment.’ She ended the call and scrolled through her contacts. The number rang once, twice.Stephanie needed a shower. She was stressed by the accident and still aroused and she needed to distract herself. She had taken off her skirt and blouse, followed by her bra and was just about the take off her knickers when her phone rang. She saw her friend’s number on her screen. Why was Talulah calling? Did she know that she’d heard her and Mr. Chambers?She answered the call.‘Hello Talulah,’ she said, trying to sound casual.‘Hi Steph. Are you okay?’‘Um, yes. Why wouldn’t I be?’ Talulah sounded like her usual self.‘Oh, I was just checking on you after what happened today.’Stephanie froze. She did know that she was there. She stumbled over her words. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked.‘This afternoon. The accident with Miss. Stokes.’‘Oh, yes, of course. Yes, I’m fine now. Thank you.’‘Okay, that’s good. I knew you were upset by what happened, but it wasn’t your fault.’‘Thank you,’ Stephanie replied.There was a moment of silence and Stephanie thought Talulah was about to end the call but her friend spoke again. ‘I have to ask you something,’ she said. ‘Did you see anything in the changing rooms earlier?’Stephanie froze, unsure of what to say.‘Steph?’‘Yes, I mean, no – I didn’t see anything.’Talulah relaxed.‘But I did hear,’ she said, sounding nervous.Talulah took a deep breath. ‘What did you hear?’‘You and Mr. Chambers.’‘I see. Are you going to tell anyone?’ Talulah asked.‘No, of course not,’ Stephanie replied.‘Really?’‘Of course. You’re my friend and Mr. Chambers is really nice.’Talulah relaxed. ‘And hot,’ she said.Stephanie giggled. ‘Yes, and hot. I can’t believe you did that.’‘I know. I hadn’t planned it. I just saw the opportunity and went with it.’They both giggled again and Stephanie sat on her bed.‘Where were you?’ Talulah asked.‘I was in the loo. I went in for a wee and I was just about to come out when I heard you. At first, I didn’t know what was going on, but then I heard you say about standing in front of him in your bra and knickers and I realised. What was it like?’Talulah paused. ‘It was amazing,’ she answered.‘Yes, it sounded like it.’‘I can’t believe you illegal bahis heard us,’ Talulah said, feeling a little embarrassed. ‘Were we loud?’‘A little,’ Stephanie replied. ‘So what happened? Did you -?’‘Have sex? No, we didn’t do that.’‘No, I know, I heard you tell him you couldn’t do that. But I mean did you, you know….,‘Cum?’ Talulah asked.‘Climax, yes,’ Stephanie replied, a little embarrassed.‘I did,’ her friend replied.‘How? I mean, was Mr. Chambers touching you?’‘Sort of. He was touching my boobs and sucking on my nipples.Stephanie gave a little gasp. ‘And did he touch your -,’‘My clitoris? No, he was doing such a nice job playing with my tits I did that myself.’‘You mean you masturbated in front of him?’‘Not really. I was holding his penis against my clit and rubbing up and down on it.’Stephanie had laid back across her bed, her feet still on the floor. ‘And that made you…orgasm?’ she asked. Her phone was in her left hand, her right just above the waist of her knickers, resting on her stomach.‘It did,’ Talulah replied. ‘Really hard.’Stephanie closed her eyes, her hand moved slowly over the front of her underwear and again she could feel the outline of her vagina, the material leaving a visible line at her cleft. ‘And then what happened?’Talulah smiled at her friend’s question and the soft distance in her voice. ‘Well,’ she began, wanting to indulge her friend. ‘All the time I was sliding my clit up and down him, he was sucking on my nipples, which was making me really wet, I was also running my hand over the tip of his cock which is the most sensitive part.’ She heard Stephanie give a little sigh.The pretty blonde had put her phone on speaker and laid it next to her face. Her fingers were creeping inside her underwear as if she were hiding what she was doing from her friend.‘Are you still there?’ Talulah asked.‘Yes,’ Stephanie replied, trying not to sound too breathy. ‘Then what happened?’‘Well, by now he was really leaking pre-cum which was making him really slick and slippery.’Stephanie’s fingers had reached the soft downy hair between her thighs where she could feel her own wetness. The fingers on her other hand were gently brushing over her nipples.‘So,’ her friend continued. ‘I held the shaft in my other hand and started to slide it along the length.’Stephanie pushed her hand deeper into her knickers, but the material was restricting her movements. She quickly lifted her feet onto the bed, lifting her small bum and pulled her knickers down, throwing them across the room before dropping her feet back to the floor, her fingers moving back between her thighs. With a soft moan, she ran her middle finger over her cleft while the other two teased the puffy flesh on either side. ‘And did that make him…climax?’ she asked, her voice husky with arousal.

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