Find Out What's Going On

Deciding that I wanted to know what had upset the object of my desire so badly that she had abandoned her friends, I ran to the end of the corridor ("Slow down young lady!") and went outside, where most of the students were already filing out of the gates. I went down a small alleyway that led to the boiler room, and along it was the window of the Medical Room. As quietly as I could, I put down my bag and sidled up to the white PVC frame, open a crack. I carefully looked around the corner, and to my delight the blinds were open.

Emma was sitting on the bed, and had obviously only just stopped crying her eyes out. She was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, and her soft, delicate cheeks were red and puffy. All I wanted to door was go into the room and cuddle her, hold her close and tell her everything would be all right now, everything would be fine, now that we were together...

Once again, my day dreaming was interupted by the sound of a mobile phone ringing. It was Emma's. She scrabbled in her bag for a moment and then pressed the 'reject' button. "Stop ringing me you idiot," she murmered, switching the phone off then tossing it aside.

She sighed and flopped back on the black leather bed - one of the old fashioned kind you rarely saw anywhere but schools these days. Then, a more furtive movement, and she was glancing around to see if anyone was there - i ducked - and when I looked up again, to my amazement Emma was pulling up her short black pleated skirt, and slipping her hand into her tights. Evidently she shared my ideas about the best ways to destress, and she started to play with herself right there in front of me, moaning softly and then bucking her hips against her hand. Needless to say, this was turning me on more than I thought possible, and for the second time in less than an hour I felt my knickers getting wet and my hand snaking down, inside the waistband of my skirt, of my tights, and I was playing with myself too, two fingers pressing hard against my clit and circling it frantically as I watched Emma start to come in front of me.

It was too much for me, the sight of her beautiful petite body convulsing as it came brought me to a massive orgasm and I cried out, unable to contain myself. Emma lay quite still for a moment, and I was frozen to the sport, hastily withdrawing my hand from my skirt. Then Emma sat bolt upright, and looked straight at me...