Doc Sherwood
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Crossed Wires
I'd tried hard to concentrate on our computer science lesson, but it was no use. I just had to message our Class Monitor because I was desperate to go to the bathroom. The Monitor sat with her back to me on the other side of the room, and the rest of us weren't even allowed to leave our chairs without her permission.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
The New Boy
Wednesday mornings we girls had Double Games with a nearby boys' school. We travelled there by bus, wearing our blazers awkwardly on top of our gym kit. Canvas skirts flapping against our half-bare butts felt funny after spending the rest of the week in petticoats and stockings. We felt exposed, riding a public bus dressed like that, and we knew there was a danger we’d end up more so. It was a bit scary, but exciting too.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Stage Fright
The first person I saw after getting changed was Kelly Beecroft. She always made me absolutely weak, and today was no exception. So smooth and pale and clean, with a high, high forehead and big brown eyes and a snub nose so perfect I wanted to cry...though that, I suspected, wasn't only due to her nose!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Courtside Voyeur
A girl, pretty with dark hair and big dark eyes, was goofing round with her netball on the court near me. I ached for her all over, feeling tell-tale stirrings in the front of my underpants. Moving both my hands there to hide it I watched, unable to drag my eyes away. She shot the ball, and as far away from the net as she was, she still scored. I knew that distance would have been way too much for me. Beneath my palms I was by now standing properly on end.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Jessica's Presentation
It wasn’t long before registration was over and our whole class was sitting in a stuffy classroom for our first lesson, boys like me fidgeting restlessly in our pants and girls lazily wafting their faces with their textbooks and not really getting bothered by the heat. We boys were rather on-edge and anxious anyway, because Jessica was next to give her presentation and we knew what she was like.
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
Anxiety
From just above the boys' changing room you could see through the window down into that basement space, where the class below mine was getting changed for gym. The more I watched, the more fitful my peering became. Even though they were younger, I couldn't make out a single pair of little underpants like mine - from what I could see it was proper boys' ones all round. My heartbeat began to quicken with fright. Did gaudy colourful under-shorts like those hide under the school skirts of boys in my year too, then? And were they going to tease me about what was white and lace-edged under mine, as soon as they saw?
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
First Day, Part Two
At morning breaktime a bunch of us were together in a corner of the playground, including me and the boy who was showing me round and Irene and, of course, Melissa. She wasn't any less cheesy now she had her stockings and petticoat and blouse on, especially as her school skirt wasn't much different in length or style to the one she wore for gym. I was still blushing from our game, but whenever I looked her way I felt the colour creeping higher in my cheeks. Shyly I wondered whether she knew I'd seen the pale pink knickers she had on...!
By Doc Sherwood3 years ago in Filthy
