Heading to first Period

“What do you have first period?” he asked once they’d arrived to school, Alice pulling the brake as she parked her car. Neither of them had conversed during the ride, George thinking about what was now possible while Alice sang along to a couple tunes to break the silence.

“Soccer practice” she answered, shouldering her gym bag for emphasis. She reached over and grabbed her school bag, lifting it with her other arm as she exited the vehicle. “What do you have, Mr. Bovak?”

“Yeah”

She sneered, picturing the older prof. “Fun. Will you sneak out and watch us?”

George hit his head on the roof of the car as he exited, the question catching him off guard. “What did you say?” he asked, unsure if he’d properly heard her.

Alice rolled her eyes, beginning their walk towards the school’s back entrance. “Don’t play dumb. We both know you’d jump at the chance to spy on us girls while we run around in our tight sports gear.”

He just stared, blinking once as she openly called out just how perverted he actually was. “And you wouldn’t?” he challenged, immediately turning defensive.

“Oh, in a heartbeat!” she admitted, all sense of shame completely absent from her tone. “But I’ll be too busy playing, so I’ll have to make due with being watched instead.”

George couldn’t believe it, watching his sister with amazement - she’d never been this acceptant of how depraved he was, nor was she normally this friendly with him. His only explanation for the change was that as his behavior became more and more normalized, his relationships with his peers slowly improved as they became as perverted as him. He stood frozen, watching her silent as she resumed walking once more.

“You never answered my question.”

“Hmm?” he mumbled, brought back to reality. Looking up, Alice had nearly reached the front of the school and he rushed after her. “What?” he repeated as he caught up. “Oh, whether I was planning on masturbating to you and the girls?” She nodded, turning to him. “I wasn’t, actually.”

At that, her face dropped. “Seriously?” Alice pouted, literally pouted, looking disappointed that he wouldn’t masturbate to her. “I was hoping you would.”

“Why?”

“You never left a pair of soiled underwear out last night!” She exclaimed, blushing wildly as another student walked close to them. Alice paused as they passed before suddenly speaking in a hushed whisper. “I was hoping to sniff them when I end up masturbating in the washroom later.”

George just stared, mouth slightly agape at what his once innocent sister had just admitted. Alice barely noticed, too busy looking around to see if she’d been overheard.

“Look, just text me if you do.” she whispered shortly before being cut off by the ringing of the first bell, signalling all students that they should begin heading to their classes. “I’ll meet you in whatever washroom you’re in and borrow your boxers once your done.”

George barely had time to give her a nod before Alice gave him a stern look, indirectly implying that what they’d discussed stayed between them, and rushed off down the hall, leaving her brother alone.

First period was always dreadful. The fact that one of the most boring teacher taught hers didn’t help her situation.

Valerie McMasterson struggled to keep eyes open as Mrs. Beaumont rambled on about the late 18th Century. The class, ever growing closer to discussing the American Civil War, had continued travelling at a snail’s pace since it began at the start of the semester. Her deskmate Stephanie had already given up the battle, the other girl sleeping soundly on her half-open textbook, wetting the pages with her drool.

The young coed sighed for the upteenth time, eyeing the clock. Barely five minutes had gone by since she lasted check it. Even worst, the class had barely begun, the minute hand showing that they were still in the first half of the hour.

Valerie turned to stare blankly out the window next to her. How was it that one person could be so unbelievably boring?

That’s when a sudden movement outside caught the young girl’s attention.

Leaning out of her seat, Valerie shifted her angle in order to catch a better view of the open field beyond, watching with growing glee as a small crowd of familiar faces made their way onto the grass. It was the girl’s soccer team, warming up before their morning practice.

As Valerie watched the girls divide into groups and begin their stretches, an idea crept into her mind. Knowing their routine, Valerie reasoned that it would take the girls at least five minutes to warm up before starting their game. This would give her ample time to find a better location in order to enjoy the show. It would certainly make for better entertainment than discussing another political hero with Mrs. Beaumont.

Her mind set, she quickly raised her hand, interrupting her teacher. “May I be excused to go masturbate?” she asked when addressed, shamelessly admitting her intentions.

Mrs. Beaumont barely flinched, giving the girl a quick look before dismissing her with a wave. “Go on then” the older woman said, turning back to the chalkboard. “You have fifteen minutes.”

“I only need ten” she promised with a small blush, quickly shuffling to her feet and leaving the classroom.

Thankfully for Valerie, the school’s best vantage point wasn’t far from her American History class. Rushing to the nearby stairwell, she climbed its steps two at a time, soon reaching the door at its zenith in a handful of minutes. She grinned when she saw it was unlocked and quickly entered the storage closet beyond, the door closing silently behind her.

As she expected, the room wasn’t empty. Inside, there were two other male students whose faces she recognized but couldn’t place. Both had evidently decided to bail from class like she had, the pair already in the throws of masturbation. One was casually rubbing himself through a pair of sweatpants while the other had his cock out, his shaft largely covered by a pair of slick pink panties that he was using to touch himself with.

Both glanced to briefly acknowledge her before the one with his cock out decided to continue looking at the girls beginning to run outside, returning to his voyeurism. The other one, a scrawny young man with large glasses, gave her a smile and waved her in.

“Come, sit!” he said, gesturing the empty seat next to him. “They’re just about to start!”

Valerie grinned, sprinting up to him and taking the offered beanbag. She quickly raised the hem of her sundress, plopping down with open legs. Eager fingers soon finding her moistening sex, Valerie touched herself through her panties and sighed as small waves of pleasure starting coursing through her. She stole a quick glance at the cock near to her, it being the first time she’d even seen one in person. It was bigger than she’d imagined.

She then began watching the girls on the field, building a small rhythm. Next to her, both her companions were equally entranced, staring at the players as they ran around in their tight gym uniform. The one with the panties gasped as he did something particularly pleasurable and Valerie turned to look at him, curious about the feminine underwear he was utilizing.

“Whose panties are those?” she asked, making small talk.

The boy paused as he ran the silky fabric across his cockhead, shivering at the intense sensation. “No clue,” he admitted, lifting them to inspect them closely. His cock now exposed, Valerie locked her eyes on it. It throbbed on its own and she wondered what it would be like to touch it. “I found them in the washroom this morning. They were still wet though - freshly used.”

He took a deep sniff and Valerie watched his cock bounce, the smell obviously turning him on. At that moment, she regretted leaving her brother's boxers at home that morning.

“I wish I had a pair like yours” their other companion admitted, joining their conversation. Valerie turned to look at him and noticed he seemed upset. Was it because he was stuck touching himself through his pants? “I don’t have any sisters, so I’ve never had a used pair for myself.”

Valerie took pity on him.

“You can keep mine!” she told him, smiling brightly. Already her own panties were starting to get wet with her arousal. By the time she climaxed, they’d be fully soaked and perfect for him to use.

“Really? You’d do that?” he asked, unbelieving.

She nodded as she moaned loudly, touch her clit as they talked. “I was going to leave them behind anyway” she admitted, her fingers moving in circles.

The trio fell back into silence, going back to enjoying the show before them. By now, the girls were running around the field, kicking the soccer ball back and forth as they sweated and practiced.

While the scene wasn’t particularly arousing, their voyeurism certainly was. Valerie felt like a massive pervert, spying on her classmates like this. She knew it was normal to do so, most of her classmates having done something similar since the start of their senior year, but that thought didn’t help much in calming her shame.

“Fuck, I’m cuming!” suddenly exclaimed the guy with his dick out.

Both turned to look at their compatriot, catching him as he climaxed powerfully into his pair of panties, eyes locked on the girls beneath them. Valerie watched fascinated as his cock pulsed, coating the silky fabric with large globs of white semen. If the pair hadn’t been soiled before, they definitely were now.

He leaned back into his chair as he finished, exhaling a large sigh of satisfaction. “That was amazing” he stated, tossing the now ruined undergarments on the ground.

The other boy, the one who hadn’t climaxed yet, eyed them with a sunken expression. “Any chance you’ll finish before me?” he asked her, hopeful. “I don’t have a spare pair of boxers.”

She turned away from the girls to look at him, empathizing with his plight. After all, it was normal to cum in one’s undergarments and leave them behind once soiled. But, Valerie knew all too well the discomforts of going commando without forethought. She’d done it once when she’d only been wearing a pair of jeans and she’d hated it. It’s why she’d worn the sundress today.

“I’ll do you one better” she sheepishly said, turning to face him. “Just cum on my dress.” Valerie blushed heavily as she spoke, fully aware of what she was consenting too.

The boy smiled like he’d just won the lottery. She leaned back, giving him as large a target as she could while he whipped his cock out of his sweatpants. Valerie watched it as it swung out, noting it was shorter than their companions.

That didn’t stop the boy before her from grabbing his dick, quickly jacking it twice before his knees began to quiver. “Oh, fuck!” he yelled as he came, his cock spurting it's load all over Valerie’s sundress.

The girl took this moment to ferociously attack her clit, rubbing it in quick circles as she drowned in the perverseness of their actions. Valerie was very much aware that she’d have to go back to class with his cum stains covering her and that thought triggered her orgasm, the coed arching her back with pleasure. Hers began as his finished, and the young man shook his cock as his pleasure faded, dropping the remnants of his cum on her.

Soon, she'd ridden the waves of her orgasm and Valerie looked up at the boy who'd drenched her with cum; the girl face flushed and panting with exhaustion as she blushed a deep crimson, the reality of what she’d done hitting her. He quickly noticed her expression and did the same, his thoughts not far from her own. And yet, despite the awkwardness that settled between them, neither of them felt any sliver of shame or ounce of regret.

At was, after all, just another normal day at school.