A Special Girl Prologue

She turned round to see if she had been seen and saw him standing there, staring up at her. She turned very red, very, very quickly. Did she know he had just got a peek at her pastel pink panties? What was she doing to say? She was always such a good girl, so prim and proper. Always so careful about how she sat and walked and dressed. He just knew she was going to shout at him. Call him a pervert for looking up her skirt. He would be humiliated, as by lunchtime it would be all round the school. But to his surprise she just gave him a little half smile as she turned and walked into school as though nothing had happened. But that had been so long ago now it seemed.

They had started to see each other a couple of weeks after that. He had been so surprised that she didn’t tell anyone what had happened on that ‘special’ morning that somehow he had found the courage to ask her out. He could still hardly believe she had said yes. But she had, and now they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and things were going great. They had started off just holding hands and kissing. Typical teenage stuff. But he had gradually got braver. He couldn’t resist touching her arse. It was so round and perfectly formed, and so very soft. It started off just over her skirts, but as the weeks passed and he grew braver and braver, he started going beneath the hem, or under the waistband. He could feel the thing he had so longed he could see, even if he couldn’t get to actually see them. He soon had found out she wore many different types of knickers. Cotton ones and silk ones and ones with lots of lace on them. Full cut, tanga’s, thong’s bikini panties, sometimes he wondered if she wore all these sexy feeling knickers just to tease him.

He had also begun to feel up her tits. Again, starting on top of her clothes, then under as he got braver, and she allowed him to. Once he had slid his hand up the front of her skirt while they were making out at the back of a cinema. She had stopped him and breathlessly whispered ‘Not yet’. He could tell she really wanted him to go further, but he didn’t want to push her to let him. He knew some of the boys in school had done that with the girls they went out with, and they were right pricks about it. He didn’t want to be like that. Was that what she was afraid of?