EJ

Chapter 3: the blonde girl

Finally, I was here, the dreaded Wessex Academy for Young Ladies.

Dad had said goodby to me with, "See you in ten weeks, Jodie (at the brief mid-semester break). You look terrific, love, so hang in there. I promise that I will keep trying to find a more suitable boarding school for you."

The pimply-faced fat girl helped me carry my cases up to my dormitory, pointing out various locations along the way. She mumbled so I stopped listening. I would rely on the map to find my own way around.

Four beds. "Which one do I take?"

"Tuck ya pik, yer the fust."

I chose one of the beds closest to the rear windows and furthest from the entrance door. There were two beds jutting out from the wall on each side of the room. Each of the beds was flanked by a small dressing table and a large wardrobe containing a chest of drawers. The dressing tables were set between the two pairs of beds and were pushed close together.

The dorm was quite roomy and the furnishings of good quality. In the wall opposite my bed, there was a door at the far end. It led into the bathroom which contained a shower, separate bath, toilet and vanity. It was also well appointed. But four girls, one bathroom?

I began to dwell on how I was going to be able to keep my secret in this intimate environment. Perhaps there was a common bathroom that I could make use of. I sat on the side of my bed and studied the map.

"Fucking bitch," snarled this tall blonde girl as she strode into the room.

She glared around and then at me, "Which bed?" she snapped.

Not in a good mood, I thought, and where was the pimply-faced fat girl? Probably fled in terror.

"Those are all free," I indicated the three spare beds.

She tossed her cases onto the other bed on my side. I tried not to grimace.

"No nose rings, only one small earring per ear, only one ring on each hand, tattoos to be kept concealed. Fuck. This place is run by the fucking SS."

I was taking in the new arrival. She looked a little bit 'punk', but she was also beautiful. She began to rip off her school uniform. Suddenly she was standing there clad only in her underclothes.

Oh, lord, what a superb athletic body: slender, strong, smooth-muscled and with breasts well rounded and sitting up in the half cup bra.

I was getting an erection; painful when your dick is in the tuck position.

I forced my eyes back down onto the map laying on my knees.

"Oh, shit. Look. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Bad temper. And I didn't mean you were the fucking bitch, that's my mother. I'll try again."

She walked across to me with a slightly strained smile, "Hi, I'm Eva."

"Hello, I'm Jodie." I took the proffered hand and shook it.

Eva had pulled on a pair of low-cut tight jeans, but no top. Oh, for heaven's sake, go and put a top on, please, please.

"You've just arrived as well, I suppose."

"Probably beat you by fifteen minutes or so."

She just kept standing there looking at me. Bugger, why couldn't I have got ugly roommates instead of this gorgeous creature. Man, this was going to be more of a struggle than I had imagined.

Keep your eyes on her face, that was bad enough, but better than her boobs. Talk, "Er, I take it you're not here of you own free will?"

"No fucking way." Another flare up and then self-admonishment, speaking to herself in an undertone, "Calm down, Eva. Don't make things worse."

She sat down next to me on the bed. Oh, gawd!

"Sorry again, Jodie. Maybe I should walk out and come back in."

"Put a top on first," I smiled.

Eva looked down at herself. "Fair enough, but isn't this a girls only place."

I could feel her against me, "All the people I've seen so far are female, but who knows."

A sigh, "As you've probably guessed, my mother made me come here. What about you, you're not here by choice, are you?"

"Sort of. The alternative was worse."

"Geez, that alternative must have been bad. You poor kid."

She grabbed my hand, gave it a squeeze and got up.