Suzy Comes Of Age

Episode 1 A girl stands in front of a metal gate. She is alone. Simply dressed in a faded denim jacket, black leggings and grubby trainers. On her shoulder hangs a white PVC bag. The word 'SLUT' in huge black letters has been scribbled on the bag. At 18 years old she should have grown out of her selfish disposition but she looks grumpy and resentful, still very much a teenager.We are in a remote part of Melbourne, close to the sea. Large detached houses stand among ancient elm trees. The metal gate protects a house that seems to be made entirely of glass and pale wood. The driveway is long and straight and the grey stones freshly raked.The girl presses a button on the gate-post. A tinny voice is heard. The gate slides open. The long-legged gangling girl walks slowly towards the house. She drags her feet. The door of the house opens and a woman steps out and onto the porch. She is smiling.The woman is Mrs McKendrick, the new matron at the exclusive girls' residential college. Miss Frobisher retired last year. 'Old Frobi' was as uncaring as she was unpopular. All the students hated having to report to her, with her BO and bad breath. The old matron asked them peculiar questions: "Have you been with a boy dear, did you see his pee-pee?"In sharp contrast to Old Frobi, Mrs McKendrick was young and pretty with a warm and understanding manner. Within a week of the new matron's arrival at least six students had a severe crush on her and they could be seen most evenings, lined up outside her door. Mrs McKendrick or 'Mac' as she was universally known, was patient with them all and careful not to hurt their tender feelings. The girls guessed Mac's age to be around thirty, and because of a striking similarity, some whispered that Mack was the principal's younger sister."Good morning Suzy." Said the Matron. "Shall I take your bag?"With a shake of her head, the girl held the bag even closer to her chest."Good morning Mrs McKendrick." Suzy said politely."You can call me Mac if you want to Suzy, I know you all do. And I called you 'Suzy' didn't I?"Suzy's old-fashioned college still used last names for the students. So Suzy was 'Sexton' to the staff and students, all her college life. She hated it.We are in the home of Miss Spencer, the Principal of St Agatha's College for Girls. The building is modern and gleaming. A blend of pale wood and stainless steel, the girls had nicknamed this house 'The Fortress' and, until now, no student had ever been invited inside. Kolej Escort Suzy had been invited to stay for a long weekend, partly as a reward for responding so well to the principal's private tuition. This was a number of remedial lessons following the young girl's recent misbehaviour. One of the lecturers had discovered Suzy crudely pleasuring herself with a Texta pen. Suzy had progressed well under Miss Spencer's guidance and had begun a journey of self-discovery that had both shocked and excited the teenager.And now, the day had arrived and Suzy stood at the foot of a wide staircase, clutching her belongings and feeling terrified as she followed the Matron up the steps. Episode 2 Now we are in a bedroom of this astonishing house and looking out over a grassy slope and down to the sea far below. The low June sun lit the white bedcover and wooden book-lined shelves."Wow!" The word had escaped from the Suzy's lips before she could stifle it."Settle in Suzy, I'll be back in a few minutes with a snack."The girl explored her room. Everything was white. She cautiously opened a door. A huge bathroom, gleaming white tiles.As the girl unpacked her bag began to arrange her few belongings she began to feel less anxious, she stood in the warm sunlight and looked around her. Tucking 'Scraps' her favourite cuddly woollen dog under her pillow she sat on the bed and swung her long legs. The bag was placed beside her bed where she would see it. The word SLUT painted on personal possessions was the current college craze despite being forbidden.Mac returned with a glass of milk, a sandwich and a little tube of Pringles, Suzy's favourite."Is Miss Spencer here Mrs...? I mean Mac.""She will be back later tonight Suzy, she's at a conference all day."The matron opened a cupboard and took out a light grey cotton smock-dress from it's hanger."Suzy, I'd like you to take a bath and put all your clothes in the laundry basket. ALL your clothes Suzy... every last one! You will wear only this dress from now on,." The woman gave Suzy a warm smile and looked into her eyes. "Is that agreed Suzy?"Suzy nodded, her face burning."I'll come back for you in a couple of hours. Relax and enjoy yourself."The door closed with a soft but perceptible click.Suzy sat and sipped her milk. Taking a book from the shelf, Suzy sat at the table and opened it. A book of photographs. The girls in the photographs looked to be about Suzy's age. They Rus Escort were so beautiful and many of them had little or no clothes on. Their breasts, small like hers. The flesh around the nipples still plump and puffy. Some of the girls were touching each other's bodies and Suzy felt her face go red yet again. One girl in particular attracted Suzy's attention. She had Suzy's coltish looks, lanky and unformed but lithe and glowing with health. In one picture she looked directly into the camera, dark distinctive eyebrows, and dark eyes with huge pupils. Her thin arms were raised to twist her long dark hair into a plait. Her tummy was so flat it was almost saucer-shaped. Every rib was visible and her hips with thighs as narrow as Suzy's.Suzy's eyes were saucers too as she stared as if staring at her own reflection. Another page and the girl was bending to unfasten her sandal. Her bottom firm and high, two taught golden globes. Another girl, fair-haired and slightly older was watching, gazing at the pert bottom. This girl had one hand squeezing her little breast and the other between her legs.Suzy felt herself going 'all gooey'. She closed the book with a snap and stood up trembling.Episode 3 A bathroom. One wall is all mirror and, despite the steam from the bathwater, the mirror remains clear of condensation.Staring at her own reflection is a naked college girl. Propped up in the wash basin is the book of photographs, open at a picture of Suzy's favourite girl, squatting naked in a sunlit meadow, her knees apart and her shaven vulva in sharp focus. The little pink petals and narrow clitoris were almost identical to those of the flushed young lady who had been poring over the glossy portraits.Lying back in the warm water until it covered her ears, Suzy slid her hands over her body and let her lustful feelings take her by storm. Now thanks to Miss Spencer gentle guidance she was gaining experience into the correct ways to touch the clittie. And touch it she did.No longer afraid of 'losing herself' whenever an orgasm swept over her, Suzy welcomed the subtle sensations of the approaching climax. She recognised the increasing tension in her limbs, the way her insides tightened, the slippery fluid that flowed so freely from her own personal well.The girl had learned as the moment grew close, how she seems to 'dissolve' her vulva no longer separate components but a hot humid delta. At this point there could Yenimahalle Escort be no turning back.And so it was this morning in the sunny bathroom. Suzy's eyes darted from the picture book to the mirror and back again to the image of 'herself' again.Panting hoarsely, so hardly recognizing her own voice as the bath water splashed and foamed in her eagerness to reach her destination.In one action her tight almost white nipples broke the surface as her lithe body arched upwards in a powerful spasm.In her room below, Mac smiled to herself and pressed both her hands to her breasts at the sound of the strangled cries from the floor above. Glancing at her watch the Matron continued to select her instruments before straightening the waterproof sheet covering the examination table.The matron glanced at her watch again. It's time, she thought. Episode 4 Unlocking the bedroom door before knocking was a sensible precaution, the guest may not have been aware that she was unable to leave her room.Mrs McKendrick found the girl sitting at the window and wearing the grey smock."Would you like to follow me Suzy? I need to give you a quick check-up."The girl followed, her bare feet treading almost silently on the wooden floor. Despite her long and leggy frame, the girl could move gracefully and she did so now. In the shadows of the corridor she could have been from another time,, long ago. A country girl on the threshold of womanhood, aware of the changes to her body but unsure of their purpose.Her dark brown hair was tied back, away from her face. The slight curvature of her nose denied her prettiness but in generous compensation, it gave her beauty. The wide mouth with its full lips and her huge lively eyes gave her a look of elegant maturity. Her body would soon echo that maturity whilst remaining slim and lithe."Here we are Suzy." said the matron. "This is my little examination room which I use when I'm staying here."The girl looked around, the matron was so nice that her anxiety subsided and the girl was now simply curious rather than nervous."Suzy. I need to take a look at your body. Slip off your smock and come and stand and face me. "The girl hesitated for a moment, then crossing her arms in front of her she gathered the thin cloth in each hand, and in a single movement pulled the smock up over her head and let it fall to the floor at her feet. As she bent to pick it up Mac could see the bones of the girl's vertebrae running down the long back.?Oh what a lovely bod Suzy!" Mac was privately shocked by the girl's beauty. Having recently reached eighteen Suzy could easily pass as someone younger. All the girls in the college matured at different rates but Suzy was unusual in seeming so young yet her personality was that of an older girl. A delightful combination Mac thought.