I'd woken up a little nervous, I'd got an dental appointment and there was a possibility that I needed an extraction. The dentist had suggested that as a last resort but this troublesome tooth did need looking after. The appointment was quite early in case I needed to be put to sleep. Today's classes at my boarding school in Cheltenham were on hold. I'd had to see my headmistress at the Cheltenham School for Ladies. She acknowledged the fact that I may miss the whole day and bade me good luck the day before. I looked over at my room mate and she was stirring too. She opened one eye and whispered 'Morning Janet.'
I smiled back and said 'Hey you, talking in your sleep again'
'Oh I had this wonderful dream that papa took me to Saint Tropez and I was swimming with these French boys and it was dreamy and they were all dark haired.'
Vanessa had a thing for French boys. In fact German, Italian any boy at all. She spoke about boys like they we're going out of fashion. Yet, she'd never been past first base and even then it was a rub of a boys hand over her jumper. He'd copped a feel and apparently it was amazing. She'd told everyone who bothered to listen.
I knew though that like me she would never lose her virginity. It's not like we didn't want to. We just thought it was the boys who were always so nervous.
This was our last term at the boarding school. We were 18 and looking to find positions at University.
We both rose out of our beds and began to get ready, earlier the previous evening we'd played netball and showered, so were quite fresh. Our linen white nighties were discarded and we rushed around naked having a quick wash, cleaning our teeth. I chose a light pink mottled bra with matching knickers. Vanessa chose a cream combination. I was really quite large in the chest and filled the bra, ideally I needed a bigger size. I must go shopping I said to myself.
Putting on a white blouse, I looked over Vanessa, she had a lovely shape and would draw a few whistles on the beach. I think she too needed to go shopping. As she turned around the cleft between her legs was certainly profound, I think boys would refer it as a cameltoe these days. I buttoned up the blouse and pulled out my green pleated skirt, put my feet through it, wriggled it up to my waist, tucked in the blouse and put on my green and black striped tie. I looked in the mirror and patted my tummy taking in my shape. I really was rather attractive in my uniform with long cream legs. I sat on the edge of the bed and put on white knee length socks and then some black shoes. Vanessa finished dressing and I applied a little lipstick. Not too much for fear of having to wipe it off if the headmistress saw it. We both looked at each other and set off down for breakfast. Chatting, laughing, anything to take my mind off the dreaded dentist.
I asked Vanessa if she was ok to come shopping with me on Saturday. She readily agreed because her allowance had come through from her parents. I was still waiting for mine though I did have three pounds left from the previous month. Three pounds went an awfully long way in the 60s but I had my eyes set on spending big.
Time was getting on and I couldn't even attend morning assembly. Stiff starched middle aged teachers standing straight to All Things Bright and Beautiful. Well, this was my last term, I'd been a model pupil but bored with everything I wanted to experience the world, I wanted excitement, money, late night shopping on Carnaby Street, those exciting London bands The Kinks, The Who and even The Rolling Stones. I made my way out of school and caught a bus down to the High Street towards Pitville Circus. I paid my fair when the bus conductor came round and looked out of the window. I felt so different, so not like a schoolgirl at all. I felt that world was going to be my oyster. I felt, oh my god, the seat I was sat on was wet through. Soaked into my skirt and knickers. I stood up horrified and exclaimed rather loudly my distaste. The bus conductor came back and humbly apologised. The seat had needed to be cleaned and the bus should have been taken out of service. He deeply apologised. My skirt was soaked at the back but had also soaked the thin material of my pink knickers. I got off at the next stop in an attempt to dry off my skirt in the morning sun. A thousand eyes looked at my wet rear but in reality I don't think anyone did. I went into one of the larger shops and made a beeline for the ladies.
Once inside the cubicle I took off my skirt to take a look. It wasn't that bad but my thin knickers were really wet and uncomfortable. I hooked my thumbs around the waistline and slid them down my legs, well I say slid but more of jerky catchy movements as the damp knickers clung to my bottom. I put them in my school jacket pocket. Lifted up my skirt and took a peak. My long legs with strong thighs looked shapely and as I looked at my brown furry mound I thought it looked quite attractive. I parted my thighs slightly and could just see the hair coming to a point. My pussy lips were just in view. I bent my back a little more and tried to part the hair to take a closer look. I must have touched something because it felt quite nice. I'd not done that before. I tried it again and it felt nice but nothing like, oh wait 'wow' I thought. I touched it again and let my finger just stay there. This was nice and something else. Funny, I thought, my lips earlier were just in view but they seem to have grown into something because they were protruding a little more. I began, tentatively to rub with the end of my finger. I stood with my back against the toilet door and slowly rubbed that area. Oh wow I thought, little circular motions and then rubbing back and forth seemed to do it. My I felt hot down there, hot and exciting. I heard a door go and footsteps. Somebody tried the door handle to the toilet.
'Won't be a sec...' removing my hand I brushed out the creases on my pleated skirt and pulled the chain. I opened the door and a middle aged assistant stood there. We both smiled as we passed each other, she closing the door behind her and me washing my hands at the sink. I looked in the mirror as I did so, my cheeks were red, flushed in the excitement through where I was rubbing. That must be it because I didn't feel unwell.
I turned off the tap, dried my hands and walked out of the door. Walking past the womens clothing section a few items took my fancy. I stopped to check the prices on the labels. They were a little expensive and so I needed my allowance to come through from the Post Office.
Walking through the exit door a little draught went up my skirt. Just enough to make me recall I wasnt wearing knickers. I brushed my skirt back down. There was nothing on show thankfully but it did feel odd having that slight updraft between my legs. I hadn't realised just how wet my pussy had been earlier. It felt cool around the dampness.
I turned around every so often to see if the people noticed that ii hadn't any underwear on but I was being silly now. It still felt strange, that earlier tingling sensation. That tingling warm feeling between my legs and the breeze that told me I had got a wet pussy.
I approached the dental surgery, pushed open the door and went to reception. I announced my name and I was told to sit in the waiting room.
I sat down on the rough textured settee and realised that I'd not sat down properly. I hadn't sat on my skirt. I felt the course settee covering against my bottom. I almost stood up then realised that as I bent forward my pussy contacted the settee as well...Oh my, I felt that tingling sensation again. What was going off. I rocked forward a little and then back and again. There was nobody else in the waiting room. The tingling grew in a slight intensity. I knew that if I leaned forward a little more, it was even lovelier. Gentle rocking, in fact the slightest of rocking. No, it wasn't rocking it was more of a sliding forward and backwards motion. It was the friction of my bare skin against the rough fabric. A tingle was being set off, a heat and tingling sensation once again. I looked around, there was nobody. I pressed deeper into the settee. I became quite adept really. Rubbing against the settee faster now. The sensation had built up again. I could feel my cheeks getting redder. I ran a tongue across my lips at the same time. They'd become quite dry...
'Janet Anderson...Janet?'
I stopped immediately, the dental assistant had popped her head round the corner, shouting my name.
Startled but composed I said,
'Yes, that's me' and stood up. I followed her into the dentist's surgery. I felt a moistness as I stood up and as my cleft came together. Cheeks glowing, I walked in.
'Hello Janet, how are you? I'm David your new dentist and how have you been? I've been looking through your notes and I think we can save that tooth.'
'I'm ok thank you and that would be great, I am a little nervous though.' I replied.
He bade me sit in the chat and as I looked around the room I noticed his jacket hung up and on the table at the side, a wallet.
The chair began to raise but fall backwards taking me by surprise and not realising that my skirt was being slowly pulled up as well, in fact a couple of inches above the knee.
The dentist asked me to open wide and my mouth fell open. He read off to the assistant my teeth one by one. Afterwards he checked over an x-ray from the previous time.
