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   Lindsey's Day at School

   Written by Janus

   Copyright 2004



   The alarm clock beeped loudly, signaling the arrival of morning.  But
Lindsey's bed was already empty.  The young girl had risen early that
morning.  She felt full of boundless energy as she showered and got ready
for school.  On one hand, she was happy that it was Friday.  On the other
hand, she had taken Dr Sanders' medicine last night for the first time and
she felt glad that her itching and dryness would soon be over.  Lindsey
blushed a bit as she remembered how the doctor had given her an orgasm in
the clinic yesterday.

   She pushed her embarrassment aside and thought about the medicine he had
prescribed.  As the doctor directed, Lindsey had dutifully taken one pill
before bed last night.  She had forgotten to apply the lotion though. 
"Better do that now before I forget," Lindsey thought to herself as she
clasped her training bra, hiding her breast buds.  Checking herself in the
bathroom mirror, the eleven year old girl critically examined her growing
body before reaching for the container of aloe lotion.

   Propping her foot on the toilet seat, Lindsey leaned over to inspect her
privates.  She was secretly hoping the pills would work overnight but, to
her dismay, her labia was still red and inflamed.  Spooning up a gob in her
fingers, Lindsey applied the creamy white lotion carefully to her sensitive
girl parts.  The lotion indeed felt soothing and cool on her irritated
skin. Lindsey breathed a sigh of relief.

   Though the lotion was already evenly distributed, Lindsey found herself
letting her hand wander between her legs.  Her finger ran alongside the
puffy lips of her outer labia before swooping inward to the pink treasure
within.  Lightly, she let her slippery finger brush her clitoris.

   Lindsey gasped from the contact.  The gentlest touch made a ripple of
warm pleasure spread throughout her body.  Unable to resist, the young girl
let her finger do it again.  Bliss.

   Her hand seemed to move of its own volition.  Standing in the bathroom
with her foot still propped up on the toilet seat, Lindsey began to
masturbate in earnest.  Her middle finger raced against the hard nub which
was her swollen clit.  Though she had masturbated before, Lindsey had never
before felt such an insatiable desire to pleasure herself to orgasm.

   The young girl could already feel herself getting wet.  Her finger
dipped lower on one stroke to explore and Lindsey was surprised to find the
degree of lubrication she was producing.  It had never felt this wet
before!

   Or as pleasurable.  Within three minutes, Lindsey could feel her leg
muscles twitching and tensing, signaling her impending orgasm.  She
realized she was breathing in short, ragged gasps as her finger galloped
across her clit.

   "Almost..." Lindsey whispered to herself.  "Almost... there...
Ahhhhh..."

   Lindsey moaned as all her muscles clenched tight.  The eleven year old
girl let her head fall backward as she milked her clit for every last ounce
of pleasure.

   "Uh... Uh... Uhhh... Oh god..." Lindsey gasped, enjoying her orgasm. 
Her legs wobbling, she wisely decided to sit down on the toilet.

   "Whew..." Lindsey said, recovering.  She let her head fall between her
knees as she tried to resume a normal breathing rate.  It had felt
exceptionally good that time.

   Dragging herself to her feet, Lindsey tugged her bathrobe around her
shoulders and stumbled to her bedroom.  Her heart was still racing.  She
wanted to lie down.  This notion was dismissed however when Lindsey glanced
at the clock.

   "Oh shoot!" she exclaimed.  "I'm gonna be late!"

   As if on cue, she heard her mom call up the stairs, "Hurry up Lindsey or
you'll be late!"

   Hurriedly, Lindsey got dressed.  Throwing open the closet door, she
quickly chose a nice skirt and a white button down shirt.  She dressed
quite sensibly for a girl her age.  Grabbing her hair brush and backpack,
Lindsey ran down the stairs while brushing her blond hair.

   Her mom already stood waiting at the front door with her lunch. 
Stepping into her shoes, Lindsey reached to open the door.

   "Wait, honey," her mom said.  She handed her daughter a Pop Tart.

   "Thanks, mom," Lindsey said, pausing to smile at her mother before
turning to the door.

   "I'm not finished yet, young lady!" her mom told her half-sternly,
half-amused.  She opened her palm and showed Lindsey a pill.  Her other
hand held a glass of orange juice.

   "You've got to remember to take your medicine, Lindsey," her mom told
her as Lindsey took the pill and gulped down the orange juice.  "Tonight,
your father and I will be heading to the theater.  Will you be okay by
yourself for a few hours?"

   Lindsey nodded, still drinking her orange juice.  Her mom continued
talking.

   "And the Williamsons will be going out of town this weekend.  They asked
me to take care of Blackie and water their garden.  Can you do that?"

   "Yes, mom," Lindsey said dutifully.  The Williamsons lived next door and
Blackie was their black Labrador.

   "Thank you, dear," her mom said.  The bus pulled up, cutting the
conversation short.  Lindsey gave her mom a quick kiss and ran to catch the
bus.

   "Have a good day, sweetie!" her mom called, waving as Lindsey boarded
the bus.

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   But Lindsey's day was anything but good.  Upon arriving at her first
class, the young girl found herself unable to concentrate.  Her mind kept
wandering as the teacher droned on and on.  Oddly enough, her crotch also
throbbed and burned slightly.  Lindsey wondered if the lotion had already
worn off.  By the end of first period, Lindsey found herself wishing she
could reach down and give her privates a good scratch.

   After her first class ended, Lindsey dodged her way through the crowded
hallway to reach the girls' restroom.  Locking herself in a stall, Lindsey
immediately lifted up her skirt and shoved a hand in her underwear.

   "Ahhhh," she sighed in relief, finally relieving the unbearable itching
that had grown.  But as she scratched, Lindsey also inadvertently rubbed
against her clitoris.  Despite that morning's masturbation session, she
realized her horniness had not subsided in the least.  Without thinking,
the eleven year old began diddling her clit until it became erect and poked
out of its hood.

   Lindsey was dreamily staring off into space before she realized what she
was doing.  With a start, she yanked her hand from her underpants.

   "What am I doing!" she thought to herself.  It had just felt so nice to
touch herself.  Lindsey quickly unlocked the stall door and hurried to her
second period class, but not before carefully washing off her glistening
finger.

   Second period History proved to be even worse.  The itching and burning
between her legs had subsided, only to be replaced by her throbbing and
aching clit.  Lindsey had never known such a craving for pleasure in all of
her eleven years.  She felt consumed by this desire to touch her clit and
relieve herself.

   Concentrating hard, Lindsey willed herself to ignore her horniness.  She
focused on her surroundings, the blackboards, the bookshelves, the jar of
candy on Mrs.  Holveig's desk, Mrs.  Holveig herself.  Lindsey tried to
immerse herself in the teacher's lecture on the American Civil War.  It
worked for a few minutes.  But Lindsey soon found herself staring off into
space again.

   Idly, Lindsey thought of the video she had seen last year in Family Life
class.  The teachers had divided up the boys and girls for the sex ed
portion of the curriculum.  At the end of the program, they were shown a
video demonstrating the process of reproduction.  A miniature camera had
been placed inside a woman's vagina near the cervix and the video captured
the image of the man's penis as he ejaculated inside her.

   Lindsey had giggled with the rest of the girls at the time but today she
found herself mentally replaying the video over and over.  It was quite
dark inside the vagina and not much could be seen.  Even the image of the
penis was nothing more than a bulbous object.  It wasn't until the man
ejaculated that it became clear the object was a penis.  Lindsey remembered
how the semen erupted in a cloudy burst like the ink of an octopus.

   Sitting in History class now, Lindsey imagined what a real penis
ejaculating might look like.  She had seen pictures of flaccid penises in
art books and medical books.  Naively, the young girl imagined the white
semen shooting out in a cloud of fluid from them.

   The morning dragged on.  Third period math was endured as Lindsey
continued to fight the urges her young body was tempting her with.  By
fourth period, science, Lindsey was feeling unbearably out of control.  Her
clit still ached with desire.  Lindsey found herself daydreaming again. 
She thought about Andy Simmons, the most athletic boy in sixth grade.  The
young girl imagined him naked, bringing another rush of horniness.  She
imagined him showering in the boys' locker room.  Then she imagined a whole
roomful of boys showering, their penises on display before her.

   Sub-consciously, Lindsey slouched lower in her seat and let her hand
brush her crotch as she fantasized about naked boys.  She could feel the
wetness growing between her legs.  She let out a sigh of frustration,
hissing between her teeth.  Opening and closing her legs, she hoped to
somehow stimulate her clitoris.  It wasn't enough.

   Lindsey glanced around the classroom.  She was sitting in the second to
last row and no one appeared to pay any attention to her.  The science
teacher was writing an equation on the blackboard.  Stealthily, she snuck a
hand underneath her desk and pressed hard against her slit.  Her lungs made
a sharp intake of breath from the contact.  Resisting the urge to touch
herself further, Lindsey reminded herself that she was still in class.

   Folding her hands on her desk, Lindsey sat up straighter.  Her attempt
at studiousness was short-lived however as she soon found herself staring
at the crotch of the boy sitting across the aisle from her.  The eleven
year old girl felt an initial surge of embarrassment.  She had never done
such a thing before.  Still, she couldn't avert her gaze from the denim
covered crotch of the boy whose name she didn't even know.  Could she
detect a slight bulge in his pants?  A hint of movement?

   Lindsey became progressively more turned on as she looked from boy to
boy in the classroom.  She was wet enough now so that she could feel her
damp underwear against her skin.

   The class moved at an agonizing pace.  Finally the bell rang, signaling
the end of class and the start of the lunch hour.  Lindsey moved slowly as
the other students pushed and jostled their way to the lunchroom.  Putting
away her books in her locker, Lindsey grabbed her brown bag lunch and made
her way slowly to the lunchroom.

   Before she reached the lunchroom, however, Lindsey found herself veering
off to the girls' restroom again.  Even though she didn't have to pee,
Lindsey locked herself in a stall and sat down to wait for the other girls
to leave.  It didn't take long.  After five minutes, the restroom was
empty.

   "I can't believe I'm going to do this," Lindsey thought to herself. 
Standing up, she slipped out of her underwear.  As she suspected, the
crotch was more than a little damp.  Lifting up her skirt, Lindsey assumed
the same position as that morning, propping one foot on the toilet seat.

   Her finger's touch was electric.  Lindsey sighed in long-awaited relief
as she began rubbing her tortured clit in little circles.  The feeling of
intense sexual liberation was overwhelming as the eleven year old girl
secretly masturbated in the bathroom stall.

   "Ah... Ah..." Lindsey tried to be quiet as she worked her clit for the
second time that day.  In the empty restroom, even her heavy breathing
seemed magnified as it echoed off the tile and porcelain.  Lindsey's
thoughts returned to her fantasies of the boys' locker room.  The image of
a dozen penises filled her mind.  She wondered what it would feel like to
have a penis inside of her.

   Lindsey had experimentally pushed a finger into her vagina from time to
time but she never found the sensation quite as satisfying as giving her
clitoris a good rubbing.  Today, though, the thought of something inside
her was especially appealing.  Leaning against the stall wall, Lindsey
reached past her hiked up skirt with her other hand.  Her index finger slid
smoothly into her vagina, lubricated by her copious juices.

   Lindsey continued to masturbate as she flexed the finger inside her
vagina.  It felt good to have something inside her.  Waves of pleasure
spiraled out from the eleven year old girl's body as she caressed her slit
and bore down on her own finger.

   But Lindsey soon found herself wanting more.  Her finger felt nice
inside her but she wanted something bigger, something that wouldn't be easy
to ignore.  She looked around the bathroom stall for a candidate.  Nothing.
She was about to give up when her eyes fell on her lunch bag.

   Digging through her lunch bag, Lindsey found what she wanted.  Her mom
had packed a carrot for her.  Knowing Lindsey enjoyed eating carrots like
Bugs Bunny, her mom had simply peeled a carrot and left it intact with the
leafy green parts still attached.  The young girl pulled out the carrot and
eyed it critically.  Her mom believed in organic food and so this carrot
was only medium-sized, a bit larger than a hot dog.

   Studying the carrot, Lindsey felt an unnatural surge of excitement and
naughtiness.  The young girl was getting turned on by a carrot!  She
couldn't explain it, but Lindsey simply felt an overwhelming desire to have
something inserted in her vagina.

   Keeping her leg propped up on the toilet seat, Lindsey positioned the
carrot at her entrance and took a deep breath.  The carrot felt cold
against her privates.  Gently, she applied some pressure.  An inch of
carrot slipped inside.  Encouraged, the young girl continued to push,
burying another inch.  Then another.

   It felt odd.  Lindsey had never felt anything like it before.  The cold
carrot contrasted sharply with the warm and wet pulsing of her interior. 
The vegetable had a rough texture as well and Lindsey could feel its coarse
surface producing friction against the smooth walls of her vagina.

   The carrot was about halfway inside her when the going got tough.  She
was determined though.  Hoping it would help, Lindsey began rubbing her
engorged clit again while her other hand continued to ease the carrot
within her.

   It worked.  Through a combination of increased lubrication from her
stimulated clit and sheer willpower, Lindsey felt her excitement grow as
the carrot sank deeper inside her.  With an inch left, she could see the
finish line.  With a bit of gentle pressure, the horny preteen girl buried
the remaining carrot inside her hot pussy.

   Lindsey giggled to herself in pleasure.  The orange part of the carrot
was no longer visible.  There was nothing but some leafy green sprouts
protruding from her stuffed vagina.  And she felt very full indeed. 
Lindsey bounced up and down a bit so she could watch the green sprouts wag
back and forth.  It was like a tail, she thought.

   But the young girl's raging hormones called her back from her childish
play.  Her finger redoubled its efforts on her swollen clit.  It wasn't
long before Lindsey felt herself approaching her second orgasm for the day.
Her young body had been denied pleasure all morning long and now she could
feel herself trembling on the verge of sweet release.

   Both her hands were now pressed between her legs, one hand reinforcing
the other to give her maximum pressure on her pleasure button.  Lindsey
realized her vagina was rhythmically squeezing the carrot, adding a new
dimension of pleasure that she had never before known existed.  Pushing
herself forward, the eleven year old girl frantically worked her finger
over her clit.

   "Ahhhhhh," forgetting to be quiet, Lindsey moaned loudly as her orgasm
struck her in full force.  The preteen girl's hips bucked uncontrollably as
her muscles clenched and unclenched in orgasmic bliss.  The tingly waves
seemed like they would never end.  Lindsey leaned against the stall wall,
her eyes closed, as she rode each wave higher and higher.

   When her orgasm finally subsided, Lindsey felt lightheaded.  Hazy, she
let her foot fall off the toilet seat and stood, swaying back and forth. 
Opening her eyes, she blinked several times and saw spots.  Breathing
deeply, the young girl tried to get back under control.  Leaning her butt
against the wall, she bent over and placed her hands on her knees.  It felt
as if she had been sprinting.

   After a few minutes, Lindsey had recovered enough to stand up straight.
Looking down, she realized she was standing slightly bow-legged from the
carrot still inserted inside her, the bushy greens dangling between her
legs.  Propping her foot on the toilet seat again, she began to gently ease
it out.

   It slipped out of her smoothly enough.  She noticed how the orange
surface glistened and shone with her juices.  Once it was fully out,
Lindsey sat down on the toilet to rest.

   Gazing at the carrot in her hands, Lindsey blushed slightly when she
reflected on what she had done.  What had gotten into her?  What could have
possibly possessed her to insert a carrot in her femininity?  What led her
to masturbate in the school bathroom?

   Lindsey tossed the carrot in her brown lunch bag, not feeling at all
hungry to eat anything.  Picking up her underwear, she was about to step
into them when she realized how wet they were.  It would be terribly
uncomfortable to wear them for the remainder of the day.  Shrugging,
Lindsey balled her underwear up and put it in her lunch bag.

   Unlocking the stall door, she went out to wash her hands.  It felt
strange to be naked under her skirt.  It would probably feel stranger still
to sit in class with only her skirt between her chair and her butt.  The
simple thought of being without underwear at school seemed oddly alluring.
Despite having just masturbated, Lindsey felt a tingle of excitement
between her legs.

   After drying her hands, Lindsey tossed her lunch bag in the trash.  The
young girl checked herself in the mirror one last time before exiting the
restroom, enjoying the sensation of cool air on her exposed privates.

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