CLP-188 The Headmaster by William St. Cyr Foreword ... - OpenDrive

"Those are very nice stockings, Jean," she remarked. "I envy you. I'm down to my last pair."
"They are nice. Look at them!" Jean replied, pulling her skirt back well over her stocking tops and
extending her shapely legs in a straight line to give Elizabeth a complete view of her attractive, nylon-clad
legs. "Here, feel them and see how sheer they are!"
Elizabeth could feel her heart pounding rapidly as she accepted the invitation. Running her hand over the
darker band at the top of Jean's right stocking, she allowed her fingers to brush against the young
woman's smooth, warm bare thigh. It was immediately evident that the intimate contact was thrillingly
disconcerting to her young roommate. A pretty flush appeared immediately on Jean's face and she
squirmed girlishly in her seat.
"Perhaps I'd better get undressed out here where I won't wake the other girls," Jean said, her eyes
directed at her roommate in a searching manner. "Do you mind?"
"Not at all?" Elizabeth replied, although she could not refrain from gulping noticeably.
Crossing first one pretty leg and then the other to unfasten and then remove her elegant high heeled
sandals, Jean unsnapped her nylons from her black garter belt. She rolled them down and removed them
with infinite care to avoid causing any runs in them. As the black hose departed to reveal milk-white
flesh, Elizabeth told herself that she must not look. She had already observed enough to conclude that
Jean possessed strong Lesbian tendencies, and that was all she really needed to know.
Minus her shoes and stockings, Jean quickly unbuttoned her blouse and removed it to reveal feminine
curves outlined in a white brassiere and light, highly embroidered slip. Standing up, she undid her skirt
and quickly stepped out of it to reveal the full length of her attractive slip.
"Just think," she mused, "I wear all these nice undies and my date can't even get his erector set working!"
As she began pulling the slip off over her head, Elizabeth kept telling herself that she must not watch.
But, try as she might, she could not avoid watching intently as the slip came off to reveal Jean's lush
young body attired only in bra, white panties and garter belt. From her vantage point, she could clearly
see the fleecy triangle under the wispy panties, and could feel her blood beginning to race. Her face felt
hot and she could not refrain from squirming in her seat.
"What's the matter, Liz?" Jean asked in an apparently innocent voice as she reached behind her back to
unsnap her bra. "You look as if you were upset about something."
"It's nothing," Elizabeth managed to reply, although her voice betrayed her underlying turmoil.
Jean casually removed her brassiere and made no attempt to conceal her full ripe breasts. Although she
kept telling herself not to do so, Elizabeth could not tear her eyes away from those two plump, jouncing
mounds with their saucy pink tips. She was a little dismayed and considerably disturbed at the stimulating
effect that another girl's body was having on her.
As if she were deliberately flaunting her feminine charms in front of her, Jean quickly stripped down her
panties and tossed them aside. Elizabeth's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of the swollen pink
valley nestled in the fluffy triangle of light-brown hair. As Jean removed her garter belt, she seemed quite
aware that her attractive roommate was gazing at her in a highly intent fashion.
"Look at me, Liz!" Jean spoke quietly but confidently. "Look at me and then tell me you're not
interested!!"
Elizabeth gulped and found herself swallowing quite hard. Her face was a pretty crimson as she gazed at