Last Day of School

In a small town in Lincolnshire lies a grand and imposing Victorian manor house that has long since been converted into a school. It is this school that you find yourself walking towards on this spring morning. Everything feels perfect. The warm sunshine, the light breeze rustling the leaves around you, the soft chirping of the birds. You walk up the tree-lined drive with a big grin on your face. The imposing main building of St Bartholomew's Grammar school for boys looms ahead, and you recall the hundreds of times that you trudged up this drive, come rain or snow, ever miserable. Not today, though. Today's special. Today's the last time you'll ever have to make this journey.

The last day of school is always a strange day. Although it is basically the last day, you still have some exams to sit in a few weeks, so still have a few lessons after a final assembly. After these last lessons, the school always lays out some party food at lunch and everyone celebrates. Today is also the day when every sixth-former has a right, nay responsibility, to cause as much disruption as possible in the name of practical joking.

You've been going to St Bart's for seven years now, ever since you left primary school. The first day was terribly exciting. New surroundings, new faces, a spanking new uniform that was three sizes too big but which your mum insisted you would "grow into". However, it very quickly became monotonous. Same faces, same teachers telling you off for talking, same everything. Things perked up a bit once you entered sixth form. St Bart's allow girls to join in sixth form, and every year three dozen gorgeous eighteen-year-old ladies arrive, dressed in the St Bart's uniform of pleated tartan skirts, white blouses and the school tie. On the year you joined sixth form, a real mix of girls joined with you. From slutty to prissy prefect type, black or white, blonde, brunette or redhead, only one common factor links them: you want to fuck them all.

Throughout your year in sixth form, you've become quite close to your female classmates. You've flirted with some, wanked off over all of them, but mostly you've been their friends, too shy or unsure to ever really try anything on with them. Not today, however. Today is the day that you've been working up the courage for. As the last day of school, you know that this may be the last chance to get some action with your classmates before you head off to university or the world of work, and also means that if you embarrass yourself, you won't need to see any of them ever again. Four months off your nineteenth birthday and you've finally got some balls.

You arrive at the main gate of the school and walk into the large courtyard. From here, you can turn left to enter the sixth form wing of the school. The sixth form wing is where most sixth form lessons are held and where the sixth form common room sits. Because they spend their days in a separate wing, sixth formers are somewhat detached from the rest of the school.

You should probably go and find your class, where people will be assembling for registration. However, looking at your watch, you still have about fifteen minutes before the bell goes, so you have time to hang out in the common room, where most people will be. The common room is supposedly an area for 'quiet study', but you've never actually seen anyone do any studying in there. Out of an open window into the common room you can already hear loud music blasting.

As you look around the courtyard you see your friend Debbie, walking in your direction. She looks so fucking sexy today. Her tight skirt hugs her shapely hips and thighs and her tits fill out the red v-neck jumper perfectly. Her short blonde hair is tied into a small ponytail.