Mandy just wrinkled her cute little nose when I told her there was no way she could wear that to school. “I’m going to wear my dance team jacket over it so no one can see it unless I show it to them,” she said very matter-of-factly. “What if one of the teachers or someone else on the staff sees you? They will totally send you home,” I retorted, though secretly, I did want her to wear that crazy little strappy number to school that day. It was Wednesday, and on Wednesdays, Mandy and I sat across from each other in our economics class at just the perfect angle that we could spend the entire class secretly flirting and smiling at each other, though we never actually talked about our flirting. “Look,” Mandy insisted, “I’m in dance, and if this is what they make us wear after school at competitions, then I should be allowed to wear it to school, too, right?” As much as I knew the school administrators would not see Mandy’s logic, I guess I did. It seemed to make sense to me. If they could let Mandy get all dolled up and sexy to win dance team competitions for the school’s dance program, then it seems they should allow her to wear something she wore to a school dance competition to school. Of course, I also saw their side to it, but I wanted to spend my day with Mandy wearing that outfit, so naturally, I agreed. “You know what?! You’re right! You totally should wear that to school! And if anyone says anything to you, you just tell them that it is one of your school dance team uniforms,” I proclaimed. Mandy nodded in agreement. Shortly after, we began our short walk. Mandy lived just a couple blocks from school and I just a couple blocks further, so every morning I went to Mandy’s house and then we went on to school. I so enjoyed our mornings in Mandy’s room as I helped her pick out what she was going to wear each day, which also, of course to my advantage, afforded me the opportunity to see Mandy in nothing but a bra and panty, usually a thong, every morning as well. I so enjoyed Mandy’s lingerie – she had some really cute and sexy things. I always thought it was weird that her mom was OK with her wearing such sexy things because my mom was the opposite, but with Mandy, her mom actually took her shopping to buy her all that sexy lingerie. That day, before putting on that strappy little dance number, Mandy spent more than a few minutes preening around in front of me in a beautiful, matching black lace bra that showed just a hint of her nipples and lace thong which showed an even better hint of her little brunette landing strip. Needless to say, by the time we left her house every morning, I was already pretty excited. Today was definitely no exception! Then, on the days when we were walking and Mandy gently, silently reached down and held my hand for just a bit, I was fit to be tied by the time we got to school. It was not rare for me to excuse myself from first period to head to the bathroom to rub one out, all the while thinking back on being there in Mandy’s room that morning, watching her preen in her lingerie, and watching her get dressed. Those visions always gave way to us holding hands in my dreams, which led to kissing, which always lead to so much more, which always pretty quickly, led to a quick little orgasm. In fact, that particular morning, about fifteen minutes into first period, after many apologies to my first period teacher who I convinced I needed to go to the bathroom very badly, I was in my favorite bathroom stall in my favorite bathroom at school, with my legs spread, my skirt up, my panties to the side, and my fingers working their magic, all with Mandy on my mind. And I was so into playing with myself that morning that apparently, I never heard the bathroom door open or the footsteps approaching the bathroom stall. The first time I ever even noticed someone was there was during the brief seconds when I opened my eyes while being so engrossed with pleasuring myself that I not only saw a figure standing there on the other side of the bathroom stall door, but looked right at an eyeball moving into just the right position to look in that little space between the door and the rest of the stall, wide and drinking in the little show that I was so unknowingly putting on. I immediately yelped, reacting without thinking, quickly removed my hand from my flower and slammed my legs closed. “No, no, no,” the soft voice called to me through that little slit by the bathroom door as I saw the red lips moving and they eye continuing to look at me. “Don’t get scared, Monica. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” My heart dropped. It was Mandy. “Oh my God, Mandy,” I said without really thinking at all, standing up to pull my skirt back down and get out of the bathroom and this embarrassing situation as quickly as I could. “I’m so embarrassed,” I continued, no doubt my face and especially my cheeks turning bright red. “No, no, no, Monica,” Mandy assured me, “you aren’t doing anything wrong. We all do it.” “I know,” I countered, “but not at school like this. I don’t know what I was thinking. Please, don’t tell anyone.” By then, I was pleading. Mandy’s soft voice reassured me. “I promise I won’t say a word to anyone. It’s only natural.” Mandy paused which gave me pause as I was now standing and about to reach for the bathroom stall door latch to try to run out of there as quickly as possible. “In fact, I….” Mandy said, then paused again. “I was…coming in here…to do the same thing.” “You were?!” I shouted, immediately regretting how loud I had asked that. Mandy laughed at the tone of my question. “God, Monica,” she laughed. “Everyone masturbates.” I chuckled back. “You know what I meant.” By then I was completely laughing. “I’m just surprised you do it at school, too.” Mandy paused a moment again as if she was thinking carefully on what to say next. “Normally I wait until second period, but…but this morning…wearing this outfit…and…and…watching you watch me in my bra and thong this morning…and…and…holding your hand while wearing this dance uniform…I couldn’t…I couldn’t wait that long.” I was silent. I was in shock. I had been in Mandy’s room every weekday morning for almost an entire six months, watching her get dressed, marveling at how comfortable she was being half-naked in front of me, especially in those very first days when we really didn’t know each other that well – those first days when I started stopping by her house on the way to school. All of those days, she never even looked at me with any interest – I never had any inkling that she was into girls, let alone into me. “What are you saying, Mandy?” I asked as I finally reached my hand up and unlocked the bathroom stall door. I then pulled the door inward and stepped around it as Mandy took the couple steps she needed to until she was standing right in front of me there in the bathroom stall. “I’m saying that I have been dying to know how you taste for six months and I don’t want to wait any longer.”
