Masturbating Little Girls 5

The headmistress went out, closing the door. Jody sat sullenly down at her desk. She felt thwarted. She felt robbed of her privacy. And again her hand went to her crotch.
She wished she could put a lock on the door. They were always interrupting you here. They were always barging in when they weren't wanted. They didn't just want your mind, she thought, they wanted your very soul.

She couldn't wait to get out of this place. Christmas vacation was coming soon.

She got up and quickly called the boys' dormitory. When she got Manny on the phone again, she confided, "Look, Manny, that was Miss Glen. She was listening in on the switchboard downstairs. Let me call you after this. Otherwise we have a problem."

"That was Miss GLEN?" said Manny, nearly choking. "Oh, my, gosh. And I talked about her pussy! What a riot. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

"She thinks it was Ned," laughed Jody.

"Oh ho ho. Is that what you told her?" he asked. "He's the unlikeliest person. Poor guy."

"Did you come, Manny?" said Jody. "We were interrupted. Yeah, I remember now. I heard your groans."

"Mmmmm, sure, and you sounded great yourself. When am I going to see you again?" his hand was on his staff of plenty again, Jody was certain, just as her own hand returned to her cunt.

"I'm grounded for three weeks. It'll have to early," answered Jody.

"Tomorrow, in the chapel?"

"What time?"

"The usual," he said. "Four?"

"Okay," she said. "Great. Bye, honey. Gotta study now. And happy masturbating." The receiver clicked and Jody hung up. She returned to her desk, She couldn't wait. She couldn't wait to see Manny in the flesh. In the naked flesh to be precise.

Her hand went between her legs again. The chapel was not really a chapel, but an abandoned woodshed down the road.

The schools were on adjoining campuses, and all of it together made up about thirty acres of land. It was on the edge of town, so the teenagers had access to the countryside as well. It was a terrific locale to be young and sexy in.

Jody stared into her history book, wondering what history was REALLY like back in Renaissance times. Here she was reading all about the art and political events of the period, this period of great upheaval. But what she was wondering was, what was the sex life like?

What did the men and women, the teenage boys and girls really feel? And what did they do? And how did they do it? She wondered if they did it the same way that you do it now.

She sighed. Her questions were of such momentous importance to her, but to nobody else, it seemed. Otherwise, they'd write a textbook and give her all the answers.

She wanted to feel herself up again. But she refused to be interrupted.

She got up and dragged her desk chair to the door, leaning it against the door. It would brace the door shut, like a police lock, and should the intruder succeed in gaining entrance, the chair would first topple over, as a warming signal to her.

She flicked off the light then, and slipped between the blankets of her bed.

She took her jeans off. She took her blouse off. She slipped her panties off.

Ahhhh, wasn't it wonderful, she thought. Wasn't it wonderful to feel your body, your fine firm and slender body and to make it all hot and bothered?